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I am not the author, I am merely pulling all of the chapters togeather and 
reposting as one.

FantasyStories2000 posted this message on the 22nd of May at his blog at 
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Hi,

Unfortunately no idea when the next chapter will be written - life is very 
busy at the moment so having trouble finding the time to write. However I do 
promise that I will at least finish this book.

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School Girl Slave
by Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000

Initially this was planned as a trilogy however as I've
slowly progressed I've realised that this is only a two
volume opus.  First book should be sometime in 2003.
There are probably another 3 or 4 chapters to go.  Second
book is already started but will take well into 2003 to
finish, maybe even 2004 I think.  Sorry, but I'm a slow
writer, constantly going back and doing re-writes.

The normal disclaimer applies.  This is story is
copyright.  May be freely distributed but not for money.
If you are under the age of 18 please don't read as the
contents are adult.  This story is fantasy and I do not
condone nor encourage any of the non consensual
activities in it.

The story is archived at www.asstr.org and at
www.storiesonline.net

Very brief synopsis:
Story about a school girl enslaved by the neighbours son.


Chapter 1: The Secret Diary 3
Chapter 2: Signing the Contract 13
Chapter 3: Learning the Hard Way 28
Chapter 4: The Very First Time 39
Chapter 5: Turning Him On 55
Chapter 6: Mouth Watering Experiences 65
Chapter 7: Opening the Back Door 77
Chapter 8: Sleep Over 93
Chapter 9: Morning Duties 117
Chapter 10: Breakfast 123
Chapter 11: Runaway 134
Chapter 12: Blackmailed again 144
Chapter 13: Twin Peaks 149
Chapter 14: Spa Time 157
Chapter 15: Scary Movie 164
Chapter 16: Making Love 177
Chapter 17: Morning Duties 193
Chapter 18: Finger Work 210
Chapter 19: Woof, Woof 224
Chapter 20: Alone Again 249
Chapter 21: Picnic Preparations 258
Chapter 22: Food, Glorious Food 274
Chapter 23: Picnic 286
Chapter 24: Water Sports 301
Chapter 25: Every Which Way but Loose 315

Chapter 18: Finger Work
They lay together for the longest time, slowly recovering, each lost in 
their own thoughts. Richard of course was in heaven, his face wrapped in the 
biggest smile imaginable. The girl of his dreams was now living his dream 
and his life couldn't be anymore perfect.
As for Janet while she wasn't exactly smiling she was feeling sort of 
relaxed, almost content as she rested her head on his shoulder. There was a 
degree of security in finally understanding how to handle things with him. 
It was almost as if she was the one in control. If she followed his rules 
plus made sure she took the initiative with sex, he'd be happy and if he was 
happy, that should mean he wouldn't hurt her anymore. Simple! In fact, she 
was pretty sure that one of his rules was about taking the initiative so 
really all she had to do was follow the rules and it would be okay. Maybe 
she should look at the rules again to make sure she was following them all.
Shit! Rules! She was meant to thank him for letting her suck him off but 
she'd forgotten and they must have been lying like this for at least five 
minutes. If she said it now, he might realise she'd forgotten and get angry 
with her but if she didn't say it then he'd punish her for sure. Shit, shit, 
shit!
Richard was luxuriating in the after glow of the ultimate blowjob, being 
able to come in her throat. He was also enjoying having her body on top of 
his, her nipples like two pebbles pressing against his chest, his half hard 
cock up against her slit. His hands idly roamed her back finally making 
their way down to her bum. Her back might be nice, but a back was a back 
whereas her bum! He didn't think he'd ever get bored with touching it, 
feeling it, the way it curved up from her back then swept down, either to 
her hips, her thighs or best off all, sweeping in to her female centre.
As his heart rate slowly returned to normal his mind churned over a thousand 
thoughts and questions, the uppermost ones being about them, about their 
relationship. He continued to caress her bum as he slowly worked up the 
courage to tell her how he really felt. He knew it would change things, but 
after what she'd just done, even what she'd just started doing now, lovingly 
kissing his neck, he knew he had to tell her.
"Mmmm."
She moved along the side of his neck, working her way up to his mouth. 
Almost instantly he could feel his cock returning to full hardness and when 
her lips met his and their tongues started playing with each other his 
stomach tightened and then started doing flip flops. Yes, he was going to 
tell her, he had to!
"Thank you master. Mmmm. Thank you for allowing your slave to suck your 
beautiful cock and, and thank you for coming in your slave's mouth. Mmmm. 
Thank you master. Your slave thanks you master."
Her lips met his again and they continued kissing but this time he was swept 
by a wave of panic, not pleasure, this time his stomach was sending very 
different signals. Master / slave. That's what they were and he'd forgotten, 
almost blowing everything in the process. He'd almost told her that he loved 
her. God! That was so close. What a fucking idiot he'd have looked, how 
fucking embarrassing it would've been. Probably would have fucking ruined 
everything!
He'd convinced himself that she loved him because of what she was doing. 
Bullshit, of course she didn't love him! If anything, she hated him. After 
all a week ago he didn't exist as far as she was concerned and since then 
he'd whipped her and raped her and forced her to do all sorts of stuff. She 
was only doing this because he'd made her his slave, his slut, his personal 
sex toy and he couldn't afford to forget that. Sure, when she behaved and 
did what she was meant to do, like she'd just done, he'd be nice to her and 
treat her well, but telling her what he felt? No, way! Even feeling it was 
stupid!
Okay, he hadn't made a fool of himself, hadn't lost control so it wasn't a 
problem. Moving on, all he had to do was keep treating her like his slave, 
his sex toy. What did he want to do with his toy now? With his hands still 
gripping her bum, the answer was simple. He wanted to play with his toy, 
wanted to play with his slave's body, explore it again. He wanted to explore 
and examine a girl's body in ways that he'd never been able to up till now. 
That's what he wanted.
She kissed him again as soon as she'd thanked him hoping that this would 
stop him saying anything about how long she'd taken to do it. She thought it 
worked but she wouldn't really know till he made her write things in her 
punishment book again. Still she could hope, couldn't she.
As she continued kissing him she became more and more aware of his cock, 
pressing against her pussy. She wasn't completely sure but she thought it 
was getting harder which of course probably meant he wanted to fuck her. 
Okay, she could wait till he made a move or she could make a move herself. 
Shit! Knowing what she had to do and actually doing it were sometimes very 
different things! This was stupid. All she had to do was lift her hips, tilt 
forward and maybe reach back to guide his cock, then settle down again and 
he'd be inside her. Simple!
Of course kissing him like this was also taking the initiative and should 
make him happy so maybe she didn't need to do anything more. It wasn't as if 
she wanted to have sex with him again so it would probably be best to wait 
till she was sure that's what he wanted. Yeah, that's what she'd do and in 
the meantime she make the kiss as good as she could, her tongue delving into 
his mouth, exploring it, duelling with his tongue.
Then she felt him moving his legs and that was enough to galvanise her into 
action. Reaching back between her legs she just managed to stroke the top of 
his cock before he broke their kiss and rolled her over so she was lying on 
her back and he was now on his side. She waited for him to get on top of her 
but he didn't, he stayed there lying alongside her, one hand now stroking 
her hair while the other was playing with her boobs.
"Have you come this morning? No, of course you havn't, I know you haven't, 
you were asleep most of the morning weren't you slave? Um, what I mean is 
like, would you like to come slave?"
"Oh, umm, yes master... that is no, master, your slave hasn't come and, um, 
I... um, she guesses she'd like to come master. She doesn't know master. If 
that's what you want master that is."
"Okay. What if I finger you? You know, finger fuck you? Will you come if I 
do that slave?"
"Probably master."
"Probably?"
"Yes master yes. I... your slave will come if you... if you fingerfuck me... 
her."
When he moved his hand down between her legs and cupped her pussy she did 
her best to smile up at him. Then as his fingers worked between her pussy 
lips she remembered to give a little moan as she spread her legs apart to 
give him easy access.
"That's good. Wow, you're so slippery down here, like your pussy's really 
wet. Fuck, is that normal? No, it isn't is it. Like you don't walk around 
through the day with it wet like this do you?"
Her face was suddenly burning, embarrassment flashing through her like a 
flame with this further proof of what she really was. Why did he have to say 
things like that, have to push home to her what a slut she was because who 
but a slut would be so wet, would have become so turned on by sucking his 
cock.
"You're wet because you're horny aren't you? I mean that's why you get wet 
isn't it?"
"Um... yes master."
"Far out. So you got turned on sucking me off did you? That's so cool, 
that's great. Look."
He'd brought his hand up to her face and his middle finger was covered in 
her juice. Then he held his finger under his nose and inhaled.
"Oh wow, you smell so good. God I love it!"
As she watched transfixed, he licked along his finger.
"Mmmm. And you taste so good. Your pussy has to be the best thing I've ever 
tasted I reckon."
He swiped his hand through her pussy again, gathering more of her juice on 
her finger, this time bringing it up to her nose.
"So, you like the smell?"
Why did he have to do this, humiliate her like this. It'd be okay if she 
didn't like the smell, if she was nauseated by it because then she could 
smile at him as she lied, telling him how much she liked it. But she 
couldn't lie, she could only smile as she told him the humiliating truth.
"Yes master."
"Cool! What about the taste. Do you love the taste of your pussy juice, 
cause I sure do."
He wiped his finger over her lips and then slipped it into her mouth. 
Instinctively she sucked on his finger, her tongue cleaning it.
"So, do you like it? Well?"
"Yes master. Mmmm."
He was kissing her as his hand went back down between her legs and this time 
his finger slid into her pussy and he started fucking it in and out. Yeah, 
way to go. Fingering her and playing with her cunt as much as he wanted.
For a couple of minutes he pistoned his finger in and out but then he slowed 
and finally stopped. This was wrong, this wasn't what he wanted to do. Well 
that wasn't true, he did want to do it, but not like this. This was so, 
so... mechanical or something the way he was jamming his finger into her. 
Didn't feel right at all. What he wanted to do was give her the best orgasm 
she'd ever had from being fingered, from masturbating. He wanted it to be 
even better than when she played with herself. He wanted her to love the 
things he did to her body the same way he loved what she'd done for him.
When he stopped fingering her, broke off their kiss and just stared at her 
she immediately assumed she'd done something wrong.
"That was good master."
"What?"
"Umm... what you were doing... you know... felt good master."
"Really?"
He started moving his finger again, this time watching her face, looking for 
her reaction.
"Umm, yes master. Good!"
"So this is what you do?"
"What master"
"This is what you do is it?"
"Yes, um... I... sorry master, you're slave... your slave doesn't 
understand."
"When you... you know, get yourself off? This is how you do it?"
"Umm... I don't know... I mean your slave... sorry master... your slave 
means... not sure... not sure what you mean master. Sorry master... have I, 
I mean, sorry, your slave means, has your slave done something wrong? 
Master?"
"No, no you haven't done anything wrong. Look, stop saying your slave, okay? 
Say I again. Okay."
"Master?"
Shit. He hadn't meant to say that but it had been getting so annoying 
hearing her call herself, or rather trying to call herself, slave all the 
time. It seemed to be getting in the way of them talking properly and anyway 
it didn't sound right somehow. Not that he wanted her to know that. Now he'd 
have to cover it.
"What I mean is, um, what I mean is you've been a good slave today, very 
good. So as a reward you don't have to call yourself slave. But if you stop 
being good then that might change, okay?"
"Oh yes. Thank you master. Your... I'll be good, I promise master. Thank you 
master."
It seemed stupid but she really did feel grateful, really meant it when she 
thanked him. She almost felt like kissing him so he'd know how grateful she 
was but she didn't because that would be... what did she care what it would 
seem like to her. He'd probably like it if she kissed him and that was the 
important thing, to do the things he liked and keep him happy. Reaching up 
her arms encircled him and her lips locked onto his, her tongue slipping 
deep into his mouth.
Wow! Not the reaction he was expecting. As they kissed he moved his arms 
around her and then rolled on top of her. His cock was once more pressed 
against her pussy and her ankles wrapped around his shins, locking him to 
her. Finally they came up for a breath.
"Hmm. Nice." He kissed her on the nose. "Very nice! Now, where were we? I 
think I was asking you about how you get yourself off and, well, I think you 
sort of sidetracked me!"
"Sorry master."
He lightly kissed her lips.
"Don't be. It was a very nice way to be sidetracked. Still, I want to know. 
Okay, now what exactly do I want to know? I know, when you do it... when you 
masturbate, where do you do it? In bed?"
Before she could say anything he kissed her again.
"Hmm, I love kissing you."
"Yes master."
"Yes master you love me kissing you? Or yes master you masturbate in bed?"
"Oh, um yes master I... um... both master."
"Good. Hey and of course you masturbate in bed! It's in your diary isn't it. 
Where else have you done it?"
"Um... in the shower... and the bath."
"And? I know you did it at Julie's place when you watched the porno. 
Anywhere else?"
"Not really master."
"What? Come on, where?"
"... School."
"Wow! Really? Like when? Where?"
"Just once in the girls toilet."
"Wow! Fuck, from now on everytime I go past them I'll be wondering if 
there's someone in there playing with themself! So, how often do you do it?"
"Don't know. Few times a week maybe? Every couple of days I guess?"
"Shit, if I didn't do it at least once a day I'd think I was sick! Hey, what 
about your friends? Do they masturbate?"
"Don't know master."
"Yeah that's right. You don't talk about jerking off with your friends do 
you. Tell you what, if a guy ever tells you he doesn't do it, he's like 
totally lying. We all do it. Hey, Kelly does it, didn't you say in your 
diary?"
"I don't know master. I only thought she might."
"Wow. When I read that it was like, so hard to imagine Kel doing something 
like that, you know? Mind you it was hard to imagine you doing it too I 
guess. Although it was defintely fun to try imagining it!"
Then he was moving off her, re-positioning himself to sit cross-legged 
alongside her.
"Okay. It's night, you're in bed and you decide to, you know, masturbate. 
What do you do?"
"Oh, um... I guess I normally sit up a bit."
"Okay, do it then."
She repositioned herself, half sitting, with pillows supporting her. She 
didn't want to do the next bit but realised she had to so she pulled her 
feet up to near her bum and dropped her knees apart, spreading herself. For 
a while Richard didn't say anything content to just looked at her body.
"What next?"
"I, um, just touch myself, but not, um, not on my pussy yet, all around to 
start with."
She reached down to start but he stopped her.
"No, I don't want you to do it, I want to do it for you. You just have to 
tell me what you do."
When he released her hand, it was his that moved down, fingers extended till 
he touched her just above her pubic hair and started lightly teasing her 
with a feathery touch.
"Like this?"
"Um, yes, I... yes master."
"No, you have to tell me. Tell me what you like, how you like to touch 
yourself. What you do. I want to know what feels good for... you know, um, 
for girls. Like I've seen lots of porn movies where the girls are doing 
themselves, but they don't look all that real, you know? Looks like they're 
doing stuff so it'll look good but... I don't know. Anyway, I want you to 
tell me what to do. What you do. Everything, okay."
"Okay, I'll, um, I'll try."
This wasn't going to be easy. In fact it felt like it would be impossible to 
do what she now realised he wanted but what choice did she have?
"I normally touch myself lower, down, you know, um... like alongside the 
lips. On the sides though. Not touching them. Oh, yeah, there. Um... 
probably a bit heavier... oh, yeah like that. Oh, um, and up higher, you 
know just above the... my thing... I mean my clitoris. Not on it but... 
yeah, that's it. Oh, and I do that for a while I guess."
"So like this?"
"Yes, um... master."
"Anything else."
"Well, um, I guess... my boobs, nipples I mean. Well and my boobs. With my 
other hand, I sometimes touch them. I mean I do touch them. Like that, yes, 
that's just... I mean that's what I do."
"And do you kiss your nipples?"
"What? No, how could I... Oh!"
His right hand was between her legs, his left was playing with her left tit 
and his mouth was gently sucking and licking her right nipple. Now that she 
was actually doing what he wanted, telling him how she masturbated, it 
wasn't as hard as she thought it would be and it certainly felt good. Her 
eyes drifted shut as for the next couple of minutes she surrendered herself 
to the tingling pleasures and slowly building passion that his fingers and 
mouth were creating. Then it was time to move on, to tell him what she'd do 
next. She had a moment of hesitation but pushed over that, knowing that if 
he had to ask her what to do next it could be a mark against her.
"Then, after a while... um, I don't know how to... um, after a while I sort 
of start to get, you know... wetter down... my, um pussy gets wet, so... oh 
shit, um... I get my finger wet and then rub it up... you know, rub it on my 
clitoris so I can play... touch it."
"Like this?"
"Oh, not so far... or... I mean... oh, doesn't matter... oh."
"What? Come on, I want to know. Not so far what?"
"I don't put my finger in so far... and only one finger, just like the tip."
"Oh... I thought... sorry. I'll just..."
"No, it's okay. Oh yes!"
She jerked as a jolt of pleasure burst through her. He'd twisted his fingers 
around inside her, at the same time inadvertently brushing the head of her 
clit with his thumb and it felt good, really good. He froze, his fingers 
still inside her.
"You okay?"
"Oh yes."
"So was that good or bad? I'm confused."
"Good."
"So two fingers inside your pussy is okay?"
"Oh yes it was... I mean, um, yeah, I guess so."
It was funny how a couple of words either way seemed to be able to change 
things. Her 'I guess so' was a real downer to him and he didn't want that, 
he wanted her to really tell him. Normally he wouldn't have done anything of 
course apart from trying to hide his disappointment. But this wasn't 
normally, this was far from normal. He was now a master and this was his 
slave, so if he wasn't happy with something she did, all he had to do was 
tell her and she'd fix it! Sitting up he took his hands off her tits and 
from between her legs.
"Nope, not good enough. You have to tell me everything and you're not really 
doing that. You can't start to say something and not finish. Nope, you've 
got to be, um, truthful. Understand? Well slave?"
"Yes master. Sorry master. Your sla... I'll be truthful, really. It felt 
good. When you had both fingers inside me, in my cunt, it felt really good. 
Even all the... I mean especially all the way in. That was a, um, a really 
good feeling. And then when you touched my, my clit, that was great master. 
Oh, yes, good."
"You like me doing that?"
"Yes I like you, you fingering me master."
"That's better. So what do you do next?"
"I touch the outside of my clitoris, my clit, with, um, with the wet stuff, 
you know, from my um pussy. Just play with that for a while. Sometimes I 
have to get more of the wet stuff..."
"Pussy juice."
"More pussy juice, sorry master. To keep it, um, slippery? If it's dry it 
doesn't feel as good."
"So how long to you do this for? Like how long till you come?"
"Depends. Oh. Sometimes I make it last more than other times."
"What's the quickest?"
"Few minutes I guess, I mean, yes, a few minutes if I'm... when I'm already 
feeling, you know... turned on."
"And how long otherwise?"
"I don't know. I'm sorry master, I've never like timed it. Fifteen minutes 
maybe? Maybe more."
"Yeah, that's okay. So should I be quick or slow?"
"Oh... whatever you want master."
Richard was going to take it slow. In fact if the longest she'd taken to 
come was fifteen minutes he wanted to see if he could make it last longer. 
He wanted to be so good at masturbating her that she was screaming for 
release like in the stories he read! That would be so cool!
He kept his eyes on hers as he reached out again, his fingers finding the 
silky hair of her bush before moving further down till he was trailing them 
along the outside of her pussy carefully avoiding her clit. He did this for 
a while, almost challenging her to look away but she didn't, she returned 
his stare, ocassionally smiling at him but it was a tight smile, contrived. 
Finally he moved a finger to her centre, slipping back into her pussy and 
she gasped, taking in a deep breath which pushed her tits up.
The movement caught his attention and he brought his other hand back into 
play, brushing over her hard nipple, pleased when she moaned slightly. It 
was good watching her face, taking in her reactions especially as they 
seemed to become more and more real. Now he brought his finger out of her 
pussy up to just above her clit and started rubbing it back and forth over 
the hood. This seemed to get a reaction from her as her eyes half closed and 
her mouth opened, tongue touching her lips. The invitation was too tempting 
and he bowed down to her kissing her once again, their tongues playing with 
each other.
As they kissed she felt it would be safe to close her eyes which meant she 
was really able to concentrate on what his fingers were doing. Even when he 
broke the kiss she kept her eyes closed, focusing on the feelings. He was 
being gentle which was so nice. No, better than nice, it was good, really 
good. Exciting even when he was gentle to her. His fingers were so good 
teasing her nipple, sometimes barely touching it, othertimes holding it and 
twisting around it. Further down his other hand was creating real havoc on 
her pussy. It was sort of different to how she did it but it wasn't bad 
different. It was good different, maybe even better than when she 
masturbated. Not knowing exactly where he fingers were going to be at any 
given moment was great, kept her anticipation growing.
She lost track of the time as she gave into the sensations, waiting for the 
moment when he would touch her clitoris. Finally however she realised he 
must be waiting for her, that she was meant to tell him what to do next.
"Mmm, then I play with my, um, my clitoris. Ohhh, yes. Like that, oh!"
As he's been playing with her pussy lips and the area just above her clit 
he'd watched mesmerised as her clit had poked out from the skin that covered 
it. It was this little, delicate looking, pink bud. So sexy! He wanted to 
touch it, play with it but waited till she told him to. The wait was 
definitely worth it though if her moan and the way she momentarily lifted 
her hips off the bed when he finally brushed his finger over it was anything 
to go by.
Then it really started and it was as if he could play her body like an 
instrument by varying what he did to her clit. The lightest of touches and 
she'd hold her breath, her body tightening up. Using his nail meant little 
twitches accompanied by sort of squeaking sounds. A firmer touch circling 
around and around meant that her hips would undulate as she almost hummed. 
When he held it between his thumb and two fingers and lifted, she'd gasp and 
push her hips up off the bed. The best though was when he brushed his 
fingers rapidly across the head and she'd grab the bedclothes as her body 
started jerking and her moans grew very loud.
Janet couldn't believe it. When she masturbated she mostly rubbed her 
fingers over her clitoris getting faster and faster till she came. She 
didn't do anything more than that, certainly none of the things Richard was 
doing. It was amazing, she get closer and closer then he'd start a different 
pattern and she'd drop down again, only to head back up. And each time it 
was as if the point at which she was going to come became higher and higher 
till she thought she was going to expode if he didn't let her actually come.
This was the most fun... no, not fun... the most intense, enjoyable, 
exhilirating thing he'd ever done to someone. That he could make her body 
react like this just by using his fingers on her was awesome. He wanted to 
feel her cunt again though, wanted to have both hands touching her beautiful 
pussy.
"What? No... what... ummm..."
Her eyes sprang open almost in shock. His hands were gone and she wanted 
them back. He was moving, leaving her... no, he was just getting between her 
legs, kneeling there, staring at her pussy. Her mind was practically 
screaming 'touch me, touch me'. Through half hooded eyes she watched as his 
hands came to her knees and she dropped them down till they were on the bed, 
spreading herself as wide as possible. Maybe he was going to fuck her 
instead of using his hands. That'd be okay as she knew she'd come from that, 
probably within seconds, just as long as he didn't leave her like this!
His new position was better except that with her beautiful pussy spreadout 
in front of him he had an almost overwhelming urge to throw her legs over 
his shoulders, lock his mouth on her pussy and bury his tongue as far as he 
could up her cunt. Later maybe. He really did want to get her off by 
masturbating her. Also she hadn't showered yet and he was still sort of 
unsure about eating her when there was probably lots of his come still 
inside her from last night.
A hand on each of her knees he slowly trailed his fingers along them 
pressing her legs into the bed till he reached her pussy again. One hand 
went back to her clit while the other went lower, his middle finger easily 
slipping into her. She was wet, really wet! He started working on her clit 
again, as he slowly moved his other finger in and out of her cunt, lost in 
the tightness, the wetness and most especially the mystery of it.
Until a few days ago whenever he jerked off he'd always imagined a cunt as 
being a sort of straight tube that opened and closed and that was it. But it 
wasn't some boring old tube, it was so much more interesting than that with 
it's mysterious folds and muscles. Also, in the hundreds of stories he'd 
read they all seemed to talk about tight cunts and he'd been expecting some 
kind of death grip that he'd have to fight against but it wasn't at all like 
that, certainly not with Janet. Her cunt might be tight, at least with his 
limited experience he was pretty sure it was, but it was a wonderful 
tightness that held him no matter if he was putting one finger into her or 
his cock, but at the same time as it gripped him, it also let him move so 
beautifully up into her body.
As he continued to play with her she started responding and was soon 
quivering and shaking again, moaning almost constantly.
"So, are you close?"
"Mmm, yes... close."
"Good. Hey, play with your tits."
"What?"
"Your tits. Play with them. Come on, you said you play with your tits when 
you masturbate."
"Oh, yes... oh!"
This was good, both hands! She could play with both nipples. Normally she'd 
have to alternate because one hand would be down at her pussy. She'd try to 
use her arm to brush the nipple she couldn't touch, but this way she could 
tease and tweak both at the same time. Heaven!
"Oh god!"
He'd pushed a second finger into her cunt and it easily slid in as she 
opened to him, her cunt's wonderful folds molding to his fingers. He started 
scissoring and twisting his fingers, creating a squishing sound from her 
cunt juice as he pumped in and out. Her moans were constant now, rapidly 
rising in volume as his fingers started moving over her clit in a blur.
"When are you going to come? Janet?"
"What? Oh, soon, yeah, soon. Omigod!"
He'd managed to slide his little finger at least an inch into her arse and 
that was the final trigger.
"Oh yes! Oh shit!"
She gripped her nipples as tightly as she could as her body seemed to 
explode, shattering into a million pieces. Her legs snapped out to the side 
then back in, gripping his body as hers started shaking uncontrollably.
Her normal thing when she masturbated, was that as soon as her orgasm 
started she'd stop playing with herself and hold her pussy tightly, pressing 
against her clitoris as the orgasm surged through her. Richard however kept 
fucking his fingers into her and whipping them across her super-sensitive 
clit. So instead of quickly peaking and dying away, the waves of pleasure 
kept coming, getting more intense with each wave. She let go of her boobs 
and reached out to grab his head, her fingers gripping his hair, her body 
leaning forward as she instinctively pushed her hips up, trying to get his 
fingers further into her pussy.
"Oh god. Yes. Oh shit!"
Tears started pouring down her cheeks as the pleasure kept rocking through 
her but still he didn't stop, in fact he sped up his fingers until finally 
she knew she couldn't bear the intensity of this pleasure anymore. Letting 
go of his head she clamped her hands over his, desperately stopping him from 
fingering her anymore as her body continued to spasm and twitch.
Through all this Richard had watched in total amazement. This was unlike 
anything he'd seen either over the last few days with Janet or on any of the 
many porn clips he'd watch online. It was awsome and he'd made it happen! 
He'd given her this orgasm. Wow! It was so beautiful that he didn't even 
mind when she grabbed his hands to stop him fingering her.
She twitched and moaned for a few minutes more, still holding his hands, her 
forehead pressed against his shoulder. Finally however it was over and she 
collasped, curling around on her side into an almost foetal position. Her 
limbs were like jelly, her mind blank and she felt as if she was floating on 
clouds. She was vaguely aware of an emptiness when his fingers finally left 
her, thinking that it would have been nice for them to stay a little longer.
After she'd collasped he'd waited a while before carefully pulling his 
fingers from her cunt. They were so wet, covered in her juice which was 
almost a milky colour this time. He lifted his fingers to his nose, inhaling 
deeply. It was like getting a hit from a drug, experiencing a sudden rush 
through his body. Moving his fingers to his mouth he licked off every last 
trace of her, savouring the exquisite taste.
Looking down at her he stroked her beautiful hair and shoulder. She looked 
so peaceful, so perfect. All he wanted to do was keep her like this, his 
beautiful Janet, the person he so totally wanted to love and protect.
"You're so beautiful. That was so amazing. When you come it's like wow! Like 
the most amazing thing ever."
She didn't answer him but that was okay as he wasn't even sure if she heard 
him. For the moment he was happy to just be with her, sort of sharing in 
this with her, watching her breathing slowly return to normal, loving the 
occassional tremors that still went through her limbs.
Finally consciousness started to seep back in and she became aware of her 
surroundings. That had been without a doubt the most intense come she'd ever 
had, probably even better than when he'd used his mouth on her although that 
was also a pretty amazing way to come. If this was what being a slave was 
all about, having orgasm's like this, then being a slave wouldn't be too 
bad. Of course it wasn't about this really, it was about being forced to do 
things, being hurt for not doing every little thing he wanted. Shit, like 
thanking him! Second time today she'd almost forgot. She turned to him, 
struggling to find her voice.
"Thank you master. Thank you for... making me come like that master."
"Hey, my pleasure. Was it good?"
"Yes master."
"So, um, I did it right? You know, like, did it how you do?"
"Umm... yes."
"What?"
"Well it was... it was, um, different."
"Oh."
"No, it was good. I mean. Well it was... it was better."
"Better? Like better than when you..."
"Oh yes, much... I've never, you know, for so long."
"Come? You're kidding. Really? So I... Wow that's so cool!"
"Yes master."
Chapter 19: Woof, Woof
Somehow they ended up spooned, Richard behind Janet with one arm under her 
shoulder, hand cupping her left boob, his other arm draped over her with 
that hand cupping her right boob. Their knees were bent, his tucked in 
behind hers, his cock pressed ever so nicely against her bum. His cock 
wasn't hard either, which kind of amazed him. Maybe he was getting used to 
her or maybe her surprise deep throat trick had worn him out!
Once again Janet was a jumble of conflicting feelings. It felt unbelievably 
nice lying here naked, his body fitting so snugly against hers but it 
shouldn't feel nice. Her hands were covering his, holding them against her 
boobs and that also felt great but she knew it shouldn't feel great. Even if 
his hands weren't groping her boobs or nipples the way most guys seemed to, 
shouldn't she hate him touching her no matter what? And having his cock 
press against her bum wasn't disgusting but surely it should be?
His cock felt like it was in that half state, not soft like she knew it 
could sometimes be but not really hard like she now knew it was most of the 
time. If she were to wriggle her bum and press back a bit she reckoned it 
would probably get hard again though! Not that she was going to do that 
although maybe she should? Maybe that was what she was meant to do? Shit! It 
wasn't fair. Why did his body have to fit hers so well?
Truth was he had a good body, the sort that if she saw on TV or in a film 
she and her friends would probably pretend to swoon over. Why couldn't he at 
least have been fat! Or wimpy! Or really ugly! With all the horrid things 
he'd done to her and made her do to him it didn't seem fair that he wasn't 
gross. More than that, why did he have to keep give her mind-blowing 
orgasms. She wanted to hate everything he did to her but it was so hard when 
he did the things like he just had, making her feel so good.
By contrast, Richard's feelings were all on the upside. Life was looking 
very good and he couldn't really see how this was going to change. Janet was 
so totally responding to him, not fighting him at all and the way her body 
was fitting so perfectly against his... well it was... perfect! And they had 
the whole day ahead of them to just hang out and whenever they felt like it 
they could have sex again. This really was how it should be he thought 
kissing the top of her head.
"Mmmm. This is nice but I guess you'll want to shower and stuff? I mean not 
that you smell or anything but you know?"
He did an exaggerated sniff then hugged her tighter.
"Actually you do. Good though. You smell good and sexy, very sexy! But it's 
shower time then we can do something else? Like whatever we want, you know? 
I mean, you know anything... you know, together?"
"Yes master."
Shit! Fuck he was an idiot sometimes! Do something else? Anything? She was 
going to think he meant sex. Not that he didn't want to have more sex with 
her, of course he did, but that wasn't what he meant this time. Bumbling 
like a thirteen year old. Idiot!
Sex is exactly what Janet assumed he meant. She knew she should have 
wriggled her butt against his cock when she'd thought about it because it 
was pretty obvious that all he thought about was them having sex. Or maybe 
he was going to make her read more stories or watch sex videos. Not that it 
mattered what it was, as long as she kept him happy, made the first move 
whenever she could and did everything he asked without question.
She was just about to reach back to his cock when he took his hands from her 
boobs and moved out from behind her, clambering off the bed.
"Coming? We can use mom and dad's shower. It's huge. A two person one."
He was standing alongside the bed holding his hand out. All she could do was 
smile at him as she moved off the bed, giving him her hand so he could lead 
her to his parent's room.
"I just remembered you've used their shower before haven't you?"
"Yes master."
"Wow, that seems like so long ago. You and Kelly haven't stayed over for 
years. Hey, you remember the first time?"
"Sorry?"
"The first time you guys stayed over and used mom and dad's shower?"
"Not sure... oh yeah, I do. We were, what, six maybe?"
"If that."
"Yeah, and Kel got so excited about the shower cause it was so big. Your mom 
said it was okay for her and I to get in together. You know I think that was 
her fav thing about coming over for the next couple of years, using your 
parents shower."
"Shit!"
"What?"
"I'd never really thought about it but I guess my parents must get in it 
together. Whoa! Not sure if I should be thinking about Mom and Dad in the 
shower together cause that could lead to other thoughts about them!"
"Other thoughts... What, you don't think they have sex or something? Come 
on."
"Yeah, yeah, I know they do but trust me it's not something I think about. 
Or want to think about! I mean who wants to thing about their olds doing it? 
Come on, I mean you don't think about your parents having sex? Oh wow, you 
do? Really?"
"No... no, not like that. But once Kel and I... shit, now you can't tell 
anyone this, okay?"
"No. What?"
"It was about eighteen months ago. Kel and I had gone into town with... 
someone, um, can't remember who... to see a movie. Kel started to feel sick 
so she and I came home but of course we were early. Anyway mom and dad were 
in the lounge room and... you know... they were doing it. They didn't hear 
us come in and we kind of watched them for a bit. That's all."
"You're kidding! And they don't know?"
"No way! God that'd be horrid!"
"Totally! Ok. Let's shower."
The shower had two nozzles facing each other. Richard stepped in and turned 
on both showerheads adjusting the water temperature. As the water started to 
heat up Janet joined him picking up the soap so she could start washing him. 
Slave duty!
"Hey, no probs. I showered earlier so I think I'm pretty clean. This is for 
you. Here, give me the soap. Okay turn around, I'll start with your back."
Unexpected. He was going to wash her? It was fine of course. Probably better 
in fact than having to wash him because if all she had to do was stand here 
while he washed her then she couldn't do anything wrong and that meant he 
wouldn't have any reason to punish her.
He started with her back working his way down from her shoulders, figuring 
this way he was leaving the best till last. Maybe washing her wasn't the 
most exciting thing in the world but it certainly wasn't the dullest. Any 
reason to touch Janet was a worthwhile one he thought as he worked over her 
back. It didn't take all that long before he was soaping her butt, making 
extra sure he soaped into her crack before crouching down to do the backs of 
her legs all the way down to her ankles.
"There, all clean on the back. Front please."
She looked amazing, wet hair plastered to her head, rivulets of water 
running over her face and her body. Awesome sight! And now he got to wash 
her beautiful boobs. He took a long time working on them, almost forgetting 
what he was doing as he stroked and caressed them, making sure they were 
cleaner than clean, paying particular attention to her rubbery nipples. Then 
his soapy hands were traveling down her stomach till eventually one hand was 
between her legs, carefully washing her pussy.
Occasionally when she showered she played with her boobs and a few times 
she'd masturbated in the shower but mostly she thought of a shower as 
something to either help her wake up, refresh her after a long day or of 
course to get clean in. This was something else though. It was relaxing with 
the water beating down on her at the same time as it was exciting having him 
soap her everywhere.
"Ohhh!"
She couldn't help the small moan as his hand moved between her legs and 
rubbed her pussy, one finger briefly dipping inside. Then he was kneeling 
down, resting the top of his head against her mound as he worked his way 
down her legs, even cleaning her feet. As the water poured over them she 
moved her hands through his hair, pressing his head against her. It seemed 
that all too soon he was finished, putting the soap away as he stood.
"There. All done I think."
"Hmmm. Thank you. Umm, do you want me to wash you?"
"Nope. I'm fine but what about your hair? Want me to wash it?"
"Oh, um, I guess. Yeah. It needs it I guess."
"Okay. Now I know how fussy you are about your shampoo but mom has a zillion 
shampoos you can choose from here."
"Fussy? I'm not fussy."
"Shit, you practically threw a tantrum the first time you had to wash your 
hair here because my shampoo was 'boy crap' if I remember rightly. After 
that you used to always bring your own over."
"Well it was boy crap. And I didn't throw a tantrum. I've never thrown a 
tantrum. In my life, ever. I'm sure I'd remember something like that. And 
look, your mum has lots of stuff I can use."
She picked up one of the shampoo bottles and was about to squeeze out some 
shampoo when Richard took it from her.
"I'll do it. Here, bend over a bit."
Soon her head had all but disappeared in the shampoo lather as he worked it 
into her scalp. Then he repositioned her so the shower was washing the 
shampoo out. At the same time he started working his fingers into her scalp. 
As he worked, he thought he heard Janet moan, then a few seconds later her 
head dropped forward till her forehead was resting on his chest. Nice! This 
was his favorite part of having his hair cut, when the hairdresser washed 
his head and gave him a head massage, especially if it was a girl doing the 
massage. Only trouble was that it was normally over in a couple of minutes 
and he always wanted more.
So he gave Janet more. For at least ten minutes he worked his fingers on her 
scalp as the water cascaded over them. Finally he eased off.
"All done."
She slowly lifted her head, looking up at him for a moment before putting 
her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"Thank you. That was so good. Felt like my head was going to melt away or 
something."
"Excellent. I always love having my head massaged too. Hey, time we go out 
before we become total prunes."
As they were toweling themselves dry Richard made a second attempt to find 
out what Janet wanted to do for the rest of the day.
"So, now we're clean, what would you like to do?"
"Oh, um, anything you want really."
"Well some of what I figured we could do would be another movie, um, get 
some DVD's but we'd have to go out to get them of course, go to the mall, 
swimming, bike ride, TV but there's probably nothing on, um, its too late to 
go to the beach today really. So, any ideas?"
"Bike?"
"What? Bike ride? Really? Okay, cool. You mean it?"
"Ah, yeah I guess. I think my bike's okay. I mean I haven't used it for a 
while but it should be okay."
"Like old times, huh? Except Kels not here."
Years ago when they didn't go away during the holidays, Richard, Janet and 
Kelly would spend much of their time on their bikes, traveling all over the 
city. He hadn't actually planned on suggesting they go for a ride it had 
slipped out. But now that it was out he was quite glad because he still 
loved riding and it might be fun to be riding with Janet again.
Janet had grabbed at the idea of a bike ride because it seemed to be a safe 
option. If they were on their bikes they couldn't have sex, wouldn't really 
have to talk much and nobody was likely to see them. Easy choice really!
So it was that thirty minutes later they were over at her place, Richard 
checking over her bike pumping up the tires while Janet was upstairs 
changing. When she came back down and joined him in the garage it took all 
his self-control not to suggest they forget the bike ride and have sex 
again.
She'd dried her hair and had it pulled back in a pony with a blue scrunchy 
holding it in place. Her face was fresh and clean, inviting, her eyes sort 
of sparkling. She was wearing a white sports bra, a darker blue sleeveless 
top that was knotted under her boobs leaving her mid-riff bare, pale blue 
bike pants that looked like they'd been painted on, white sport socks, 
sneakers and she looked absolutely amazing. Sexy. Hot. Possibly the most 
beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
"Wow!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. No. You look... great, that's all. I mean... wow!"
"No. This is just an old top and... no."
"Yes! You do, I mean really... you know... you do... um, well, anyway 
everything seems okay here. Tires are up now. Guess we might as well head."
A minute later they were rolling down Janet's drive and turning right. Janet 
wasn't really expecting to enjoy the ride but as soon as they took off that 
changed. It had been so long since she'd been on her bike that she'd 
forgotten how exhilarating the wind against her face could feel.
After about a mile of zigzagging through local streets they reached Holstein 
Park from where they could link up with the bike pathway. Over the last 
twenty years the city had invested heavily in bike paths building a 
substantial network. The track they were on lead them through a series of 
parks and dedicated bike lanes skirting the edge of the city before coming 
out alongside the river near the university. If they followed the track 
along the river they'd eventually reach the sea but that would be a very 
long ride. Richard pulled up, waiting for Janet to catch up to him.
"So, how far you want to go?"
"Huckleberry Hill maybe?"
"Cool, that's what I figured too. Let's go!"
Huckleberry Hill was Richard, Janet and Kelly's name for a private area 
they'd discovered about twelve miles downstream. At the time of the 
'discovery' Richard had been reading Tom Sawyer, hence the name. It wasn't 
much of a hill, more of a tall mound but it had become their favorite 
hideout. It was at a bend in the river about two hundred feet inland from 
the bike path, and was surrounded by trees and bushes making it very 
private. On the other side of the track down by the river there was a little 
cove that was protected from the current where they swam. They'd often 
brought a picnic lunch, spending hours swimming in the cove or hanging out 
on their hilltop.
For most of the ride along the river, Richard let Janet take the lead. The 
problem with this was that a few times he almost collided with someone 
coming the other way and once almost missed a bend in the path which would 
have seen him end up in the river because his attention was continually on 
Janet, not the path. He had trouble keeping his eyes off her, reveling in 
the sight of her amazing legs pumping up and down, the intricate play of her 
back muscles, the sweep of her arms down to her hands where they gripped the 
handle bars and the sway of her ponytail. It was so exciting being able to 
look at her, to drink in her beautiful body without the fear she'd tell him 
to stop, tell him to piss off.
The track became progressively deserted as they moved further from the city 
and for the last five minutes they didn't see anyone else. When they arrived 
at the bend in the river they pulled off to the side.
"Want to see if the hill's still there?"
"I think it'll still be there Richard. It can't 'disappear' can it?"
"You know what I mean. See if it's still hidden, if anyone else has 
discovered it."
"Yeah. Okay, why not."
The bush seemed to be a lot thicker than they remembered so it wasn't an 
easy climb. Janet went first and soon Richard had to help her so she didn't 
slide back down in some of the steeper spots. He was tempted was to hold her 
butt and push her up that way but resisted and instead put his hands on the 
small of her back to help her. The last few feet was almost a vertical climb 
over a bank and he really had to push so she could get up. When Janet was 
over the top she turned and offered her hand to Richard to help him and once 
they were both up it only seemed natural to keep holding hands. At the top 
the small grassed clearing which was maybe twenty feet across looked no 
different to when they'd last been here probably four years ago. From the 
hilltop you could see out to the river and all the way down to the sea off 
in the distance. They stood in silence for a while, hand in hand, looking 
out.
"I'd forgotten how beautiful it is?"
"What?"
"The view. It's really beautiful."
"Oh, yeah, I guess so."
"Guess so? Boys!"
"Hey, pity we didn't bring food."
"You mean pity I didn't bring food. Kelly and I always brought the food 
unless it was chewing gum."
"Yeah well I'm a boy aren't I. Food's girl stuff isn't it?"
"Pardon?"
"Hey, only joking. I do food now. Mom and dad wouldn't let me stay by myself 
until I'd proven to mom I could cook stuff."
"Scary thought!"
"Say, you want to have a picnic here one day?"
"Oh... um... yes, of course."
"Tomorrow maybe? We could head down early and spend most of the day here. 
Maybe swim as well? What do you say?"
"I guess. Yeah, okay."
"Cool. Great! Should be fun. And you're right you know, it is a great view."
They stood for a while longer, still holding hands enjoying the silence and 
solitude.
"So, well, um, now we know the hill's still here I guess we can head back?"
"Okay. At least getting down the hill will be easier than climbing up."
The ride back was uneventful though by the time they reached the house they 
were both starting to feel a bit worn out from what was an almost non-stop 
two-hour ride. Richard led them around the back of his house and they 
propped their bikes against the back porch.
"Want to have a swim? Cool off?"
"Yeah. Definite."
"Then last one in's..."
"the last one wet!"
It was a silly phrase that the three of them used to say. Before Janet had 
even finished the second half of it Richard was racing off, heading to the 
pool, tugging at his t-shirt. Standing by the pool he started yanking at his 
shoes with one hand while the other was pulling down his pants. Then 
something flew past him. Janet. She'd taken a running dive into the pool 
fully clothed! That wasn't fair or rather, why didn't he think of that. By 
the time she surfaced he was naked and he dived in, heading straight for 
her. When he reached her he leapt at her intent on dunking her but she 
easily dodged him.
"You cheated!"
"What? No way. Nothing in the rules says you have to take your clothes off. 
And anyway, thought you knew I was a cheater!!"
"Oh yeah, true, I forgot."
"So, I win."
"Okay cheater, you win... this time. What do you want?"
The other part of the game was that the last one in the pool had to do 
something for the others. Normally Kelly was the last one in and her tasks 
tended to be menial jobs such as getting them drinks whenever they wanted 
them. Until Richard said 'What do you want?" Janet had forgotten about that 
part of the game. Her unedited response shocked her though as she thought 
about asking him to go down on her, to finger her, to slowly make love to 
her. Of course she didn't say any of those, no way in the world. She shook 
her head, trying to throw these sick thoughts away.
"Oh... I'll think of something, don't you worry."
"Okay, I'll be waiting."
"Shit. Now my clothes are all wet! How am I going to get them dry? Shit!"
"What do you expect if you go swimming in them! Anyway all you have to do is 
put them in the dryer. They'll dry no problem."
"Oh. Yeah, of course. I might do that now."
"Okay. Hurry back."
Half way to the Marks' laundry Janet started to worry and not only because 
of what she'd almost blurted out when he asked what she wanted. She'd had a 
great day from the moment she woke all the way through to diving in the 
pool. She'd enjoyed hanging with Richard and that was wrong. She shouldn't 
enjoy any of this she should hate it. Maybe when he gave her an orgasm she 
couldn't stop her body enjoying that but she shouldn't enjoy riding with him 
or swimming with him or anything else they might do.
Truth was she shouldn't really enjoy him giving her an orgasm either because 
he shouldn't be able to give her an orgasm. Her body shouldn't be betraying 
her like this. In the laundry she quickly stripped, throwing everything 
including her sneakers in the dryer. What to do? She didn't seem to be able 
to stop herself enjoying the good things he did but even if she could that 
probably would be the wrong thing to do anyway. He'd probably realise there 
was something wrong, get angry and punish her. All she could really do was 
what she was doing, make sure he was happy with everything she did to him.
Richard was on top of the world as he watched Janet head into the house. 
Climbing out of the pool he hit the switch for the spa before slipping into 
it, letting the bubbling waters envelop him. Things were going way better 
than he could ever have imagined. They were really hanging together now, 
just like they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Warning!!! Shit, he was doing it again, convincing himself that she love... 
liked him. She didn't and as much as he might want her to he had to remember 
that she never would. She was only doing all this stuff cause she was scared 
of him, cause he was blackmailing her into it and he mustn't forget this 
otherwise he'd end up blowing it. Maybe he was getting too soft, maybe he 
needed to be more of a master. He had to dominate her more. Made sense 
because it was when he dominated her that she learnt stuff. It was after 
he'd whipped her and hit her, that that she became a good slave.
In some of the slave stories the master would whip a slave for no reason. 
When the slave would ask why, the master would say it was because the master 
wanted to, or because they could. Maybe he should do that. Give her another 
whipping and tell her he was doing it just because he could. Yes, he'd do it 
when she came back. Tell her to go a get the whip. He'd make sure she didn't 
forget he was her master.
She was coming back now. She was standing on the other side of the spa. She 
was about to get in. She was naked, her body still wet, shining in the 
afternoon sun and his heart was in his throat!
"Hold on."
She paused, one foot poised above the water. He was looking at her, his eyes 
slowly traveling up her body and she felt the blush spreading over her face 
and neck.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. I mean, you're... I mean the sun's on you and the 
spray of the water and... and you look so beautiful. So really beautiful 
that I guess I wanted to look at you because it's so hard to believe. I mean 
you are so beautiful. Sorry. I mean, get in, come on."
He thought she was beautiful. She wasn't, not really, but he thought so and 
that was so nice. She moved down into the water and somehow they drifted 
together, meeting in the middle of the spa, only their lips touching. To 
start it was the lightest of touches but soon their tongues joined in, 
moving in a delicate dance and even in the warm spa water they both shivered 
with a tingling pleasure.
"Thank you... master."
"What? Oh, no, thank you... what I mean is, you know you probably don't have 
to say 'master' all the time. I mean only sometimes, you know."
"Oh... um... thanks."
They kissed again tongues once more exploring before they retreated to 
opposite sides of the spa, smiling tentatively at each other, adrift in 
their thoughts as they enjoyed the relaxing pummel of the water. Richard 
allowed his eyes to close as he tried to analyze what had happened. One 
moment he was getting ready to whip her, the next moment he was telling her 
she didn't have to call him master! The thing was he felt good about that 
and he was glad he hadn't asked her to get the whip. If he had he was pretty 
sure she wouldn't have kissed him the way she did and the kisses had been 
amazing. He could still feel the effect, an exciting tightness deep in his 
stomach. But telling her she didn't have to call him master? That was 
undoubtedly a dumb thing to say but he didn't know how he could unsay it 
without sounding totally stupid.
For a while nothing more happened but as the swirling water push their legs 
around they occasionally collided. Soon their feet were touching, toes 
fitting together, breaking apart then coming together again. Janet knew she 
was smiling as they played with each other's feet but she no longer cared. 
Eyes closed, the hot water swirling around, the tension disappearing from 
her muscles, it was hard to focus on anything other than the small pleasures 
of the moment.
Then his feet disappeared and she was momentarily disappointed however his 
hands soon replaced them. She kept her eyes closed as his hands moved along 
the outside of her legs, up her calves, her thighs and her hips. As they 
circled her waist she felt his body move in between her legs and she closed 
her legs in, settling them around his hips, trapping him as she opened her 
eyes. He was kneeling in the water, his smiling face a foot from hers, 
looking incredibly cute.
"What's happening tonight?"
"Pardon?"
"Tonight? Can you stay?"
"Oh, um, I don't know. Have to ask mom."
"Want to do that now?"
"Okay."
He closed the gap and once more they kissed, this time with a little more 
urgency. As their lips and tongues dueled she idly wondered if he was hard 
under the swirling water. Probably. She knew she was wet and not just 
because they were in the water. When they finally left the spa she saw his 
cock was definitely very hard. There was a moment of panic as she wondered 
if she was meant to have done something for him in the spa but he hadn't 
said anything or tried to get her to do anything. Maybe she should offer to 
suck him or something like that now. She was trying to figure out exactly 
how to say 'Do you want me to suck your cock?' when he threw her a towel as 
he started drying himself.
"Come on, let's check with your mom."
They were soon inside and she was dialing her mother's work.
"Hi mom... Yeah, good... Oh, okay. So about six thirty?... No nothing 
really. See you then. Bye."
As she hung up the phone she turned to Richard, hoping he wouldn't be angry.
"Um, I've got to go home tonight. The Morgansens are coming over for dinner 
apparently and mum wants me there."
"Six thirty?"
"Well yeah, that's to like set the table and help her in the kitchen and 
stuff."
"So that gives us about two hours."
"Yep."
"So I guess we could swim some more or maybe we could go upstairs. Which do 
you think?"
"Oh, um, whatever you want... master."
As he stepped up to her, his head tilting to one side, his lips meeting 
hers, she closed her eyes, accepting the kiss, returning it with an open 
mouth. Her arms went around his waist as his circled her shoulders and their 
bodies pressed into each other, separated only by their towels. They kissed 
for a while, tongues playing with each other till he pulled back.
"Hmm, nice. I love kissing you. No, I want to know which you want to do?"
He lips touched hers again, his tongue tracing her upper teeth.
"Swim..."
This time his tongue ran across her bottom teeth.
"Or upstairs, sex, lots of sex."
Once more he kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his arms 
dropped down to clutch her arse, pulling her tight against him. This time 
when they parted they were both a little breathless.
"Well, which one?"
"Sex."
"Lots of it?"
"Yeah, lots and lots of sex."
She'd only meant to repeat his phrase, 'lots of', not embellish it with 
'lots and lots of'. That had sort of slipped out. Not that she thought it 
was a bad thing but it made her sound like she was really wanting him to 
have sex with her and of course she wasn't. But of course she did want him 
to think she was looking forward to having sex so it was actually good that 
she said it. Anyway, the important thing was that if they were going to have 
sex again she knew she had to take the lead, to convince him she really 
wanted to have sex with him.
This was so radically different to how she would have acted only a week ago. 
Up till then, when she was with a guy, there was always this internal radar 
operating ready to signal her when it was time to run interference as his 
hands moved too close to her pussy or tried to undo too many buttons. Of 
course now that she didn't have to worry about, in fact wasn't allowed to 
worry about that, it did make it easier to think about him, about how she 
could give him pleasure, because that's really what this was all about.
So instead of leaving her hands encircling his waist, she moved them down to 
momentarily hold and squeeze his bum, pulling him to her before she started 
tugging at his towel.
Richard had been prepared to take it slow but Janet was obviously hot to 
have sex, which was fine with him. As he felt her hands tugging at his towel 
he reciprocated, bringing his hands between them to loosen the end of the 
towel where it was caught between her boobs. Within seconds they were both 
naked again, their bodies pressed against each other.
"That feels better."
"Hmmm."
Then they were hungrily kissing again. As they kissed he started to shuffle 
towards the stairs and when he bumped against her feet, she lifted them, 
placing them on top of his so he was able to walk the two of them to the 
stairs without interrupting their kiss. The stairs presented a problem 
though. He didn't want to break the contact with her but if he tried to walk 
them up the stairs like this he'd probably topple over and kill them both.
He figured there wasn't really another option so, breaking their kiss, he 
scooped her up into his arms, his left arm under her knees this other around 
her shoulders. Instinctively her arms went around his neck as he started up 
the stairs. She was grinning at him, something he hadn't seen for a long 
time and he liked it.
"Think you can make it?"
"What? Yeah!"
"Well, last time you tried this you didn't! Remember?"
"Huh?"
"Last time you tried to carry me up some stairs, remember?"
"No... wait on, yes I do. We'd been playing in your yard and you twisted 
your foot? Yeah. I remember. I was trying to get you up to your room or 
something like that. Had to stop half way and you crawled the rest of the 
way didn't you?"
"Yep. I remember my foot was hurting so much. Then when you picked me up it 
actually hurt even more but I didn't tell you cause you were so worried 
about me. You were like really wanting to carry me upstairs and I didn't 
want to hurt your feeling or something like that."
For the last few steps they were silent, Janet resting her head on his 
shoulder as they each remembered a more innocent time.
"There! Made it, even if you are heavier now than you were then!"
"Heavy? Heavier? Thanks. Great, I'm fat. You think I'm fat."
"What? No, no I don't."
"You said I'm heavy."
"Heavier! Of course you're heavier than five years... Shit... you're not 
fat."
"Well heavier, fat. Same thing!"
"Okay! Look, come here."
He pulled her in front of the full-length mirror, and standing behind her, 
pinned her arms to her side.
"Look. Not fat. Not even in the slightest bit fat. You're... you're perfect! 
Your body is... is... it's beautiful, the most beautiful body I've ever 
seen. It's so beautiful, you're so beautiful, so totally perfect. See?"
"No its not... I'm not, no way."
"Look. No, look dammit!"
"Please don't. Stop. You're embarrassing me."
"Tough! Anyway, you are beautiful and there's absolutely no way in the world 
you're fat. So."
It was embarrassing, so confronting being made to stand in front of the 
mirror like this. She wanted to twist away, run and hide. Not that she 
thought she was fat fat, but she knew there were places that weren't as good 
as they should be. He boobs were almost too big and her hips were probably 
too wide and she was always worried that her thighs were starting to get 
chunky.
"My boobs are..."
"Perfect. Absolutely totally perfect. I love... they look so beautiful."
"You're not fat."
"What?"
"You're not fat."
"I never said I was."
"No, I mean you've got a good body."
She turned towards him, any excuse to be able to stop staring at herself in 
the mirror with someone else there. And this was what she should be doing 
anyway, saying nice things to him, being a good slave. She brought her hands 
up to his shoulders then trailed her fingers down over his chest.
"See, you have a good body. Muscles, but not too much."
"What are you doing? You trying to change the subject?"
"Yeah, maybe, anyway I thought we came up here to have lots and lots of sex, 
not talk about my fat body?"
"Yeah we did and I told you you aren't... ohhh!"
She'd ducked her head down and locked her lips onto his nipple, sucking on 
it, her tongue flicked against it as her hands moved behind him, grabbing 
his butt, her nails digging in as she squeezed his bum. If she wanted to 
shut him up, this was an exceptionally smart way to do it. He groan again, 
stroking her hair as she moved from one side to the other, paying homage to 
his nipples, sending shivers through his body. Then her lips moved lower as 
she carefully slid to her knees. Her hands still kneading his butt, she 
tilted her head up, looking into his eyes as she licked her lips.
"Would you like your slave to suck your big beautiful cock master?"
Janet Sheen, kneeling at his feet, holding his bum as she looked up at him, 
asking him if he wanted her to suck his cock. No, his big beautiful cock! 
Every cell in his body did a back flip as the blood rushed to his head and 
his vision tunneled till all he could see was her open mouth and the 
delicate pink tip of her tongue tracing along her luscious lips. It felt 
like forever before he was able to marshal the appropriate brain cells to 
allow him to speak again although it was undoubtedly only a few seconds.
"Oh yeah, I sure would. I'd love my slave to suck my cock... ohh, god! Yes, 
that's feels, that's so... so good!"
His hands were on her shoulders, hers were still at work on his bum and her 
mouth was now performing magic on his cock. He stood immobile, lost in the 
sensations as she sucked and sucked, her head corkscrewing up and down 
taking at least half his cock into her mouth as her tongue moved constantly 
against his cockshaft. Soon he could feel his cockhead moving across the 
roof of her mouth till he knew it must be getting close to her throat. Her 
throat. Yes, maybe she'd do that again. Shit, all he had to do was ask her 
and she'd do it.
"Oh that's so fucking good. Um. Hey, can you do it all the way again, you 
know like this morning. That was so amazing."
She wasn't surprised to hear him ask her to deep throat him. From his 
response this morning she wouldn't be surprised if from now on she had to do 
it every time she sucked him. Well, if she did it successfully once then 
there was no reason why she couldn't do it again. Repositioning herself she 
tilted her body up, angling her head so that hopefully it would be a 
straight line from her mouth down into her throat. She stopped sucking and 
for a while just licked his cock, letting her saliva build up as she 
mentally prepared herself. The idea of having his cock actually inside her 
throat was still scary and the last thing she needed was to panic as she was 
doing it.
Finally she was ready, almost looking forward to the challenge of doing this 
again. She moved back till only his cockhead was in her mouth and then, as 
she peered along his shaft into his pubic hair, she started swallowing, her 
tongue undulating along the underside of his cock. She watched the shaft 
slowly disappear and when she felt the smooth head touch her throat she took 
a huge swallow. It entered her throat and, pushing aside her natural 
instinct to pull back she kept moving, feeling the mushroom head moving down 
her throat. Her eyes closed as his pubic hair came closer and she dimly 
heard him calling out something but her total focus was on this thing 
traveling down her throat. She didn't stop until she'd taken him all in and 
her lips were buried in his pubic hair, her nose pushing against his 
stomach. She'd done it. Yes! She didn't know why but it felt like she was 
accomplishing something truly amazing having his pubic hair squashed against 
her lips and his cock all the way in her mouth!
"Oh wow. That looks, feels so awesome! I can't believe it... Oh shit, all 
the way! You're so fucking unbelievable!"
For the next thirty seconds neither of them moved or made a sound. Richard 
was spellbound, time suspended, as his girl stayed totally glued to his 
groin, his cock completely buried in her mouth and throat. Janet couldn't 
believe how easy it had been, how right she felt just being there, Richard's 
cock completely inside her. She idly wondered if they could stay like this 
forever or would his cock eventually shrink. Then the spell was broken by 
the simplest of things. She started to need oxygen and she hadn't yet worked 
out if breathing was possible with his cock in her throat. She slowly lifted 
her head, this time hearing his groan of pleasure as his cockhead left her 
throat. Good. He must be enjoying what she was doing!
She took her mouth off his cock giving the head a little kiss.
"Was that right?"
"Oh that was so right. So unbelievably right! You have no idea how amazing 
that looks when I'm all the way in."
She didn't take him back in her throat immediately. Instead she licked and 
sucked his balls and the base of his shaft for a while, enjoying his 
occasional moans and groans. As she worked on him she tried to make sure he 
could see what she was doing, remembering that this was one of the 
instructions from the video on sucking - 'Guys liked to watch you suck 
them'. Which she sort of understood as she'd have loved to have been able to 
properly see what he was doing when he'd licked her pussy.
Watching her licking his cock and balls was of course great and on one level 
he'd have been happy to let her do that forever but there was a more vocal 
part of him that really wanted to be inside her, to feel her pussy walls 
massaging his cock.
"Oh wow. No more. I mean no more sucking. I want to make, um, you know let's 
have proper sex. Shit, I mean let's fuck now!"
He lifted her up and they kissed, their bodies melding together.
"Mmm. That was nice master. I like sucking your cock."
"And I love you sucking my cock. Really love it! Hey, you know I thought 
maybe we could do it from behind this time? You know doggie style."
From behind! He was going to fuck her in the bum again. Her heart sank. 
Damm. Everything had been going so well and she'd assumed they were going to 
be going it the normal way, sort of had been looking forward to it. That 
wasn't really true. She hadn't sort of been looking forward, she'd totally 
been looking forward, anticipating that wonderful fullness in her pussy. Now 
it was going to be that strange fullness in her bum, which would probably be 
okay as she'd discovered to her major surprise but still, she'd really 
wanted to do it the normal way.
"Yes master."
She hesitated though, not sure what he meant by doggie style, but uncertain 
about asking him. However her confusion must have been obvious.
"Doggie style. That's where you're on your hands and knees and I'm behind 
you. Like dogs do! On the bed I guess."
"Oh, on the bed, yes master."
She quickly got up on the bed on her hands and knees, and he followed her, 
positioning himself behind her. She felt his hands on her bum, spreading 
her, getting ready to put his cock into her bum again. Apparently this time 
he wasn't going to use anything to make it easier for his cock to get into 
her.
"Umm, master?"
"Yeah."
"Um, could you use the stuff please. I think I'll need it if that's okay... 
sorry master."
"The stuff? What stuff?"
"The stuff over there. You know the slippery stuff you put in my bum and on 
your cock the other times. Please. Unless you don't want to, that's okay of 
course. I'm sorry, I thought you must have forgotten. It's okay, I'll be 
okay master."
"Hold it, hold it! No, I'm not going, we're not doing anal. Doggie style is 
fucking in your pussy, not your bum."
"Oh. Oh! I didn't... I thought you meant when you said behind. Oh, that's 
okay. Good!"
"I mean I think that's what doggie style means. Anyway, that's how I thought 
we could do it this time, you know try a new way."
"Yes master. Thank you. I... I didn't understand."
"Hey that's cool... unless you want it in your bum?"
"No... I mean not this time. Pussy is good."
He grasped the cheeks of her bum, opening her out a little more. He loved 
holding her butt especially like this where he could see his fingers lightly 
digging in as he gripped her. He also loved looking down and seeing his cock 
pointing at her slit, waiting for him to close the gap so he could enter 
her. He shuffled forward holding his breath till that electric moment when 
his cockhead touched her pussy lips.
"Ohh."
Holding his cock in one hand he slowly brushed the head through her wet 
slit, spreading it as he hunted for the entrance. It didn't take long for 
him to find it as she opened out for him like a delicate flower. Then with a 
tiny push his cockhead was once again inside her, captured by the impossible 
tightness of her amazing pussy.
"Ohhh!"
They moaned in unison as he entered her. He stopped, holding himself just 
inside, savoring the moment.
"What's it feel like?"
"What?"
"What's it feel like? My cock. What's it like having it there?"
"Good master."
"Yeah, but I mean what's it actually feel like."
"Oh, um, strange. I guess. But not really strange because it's good. Um, 
big, but not too big. Opposite? It's like one thing then the opposite."
She couldn't believe that they were having this conversation, that she was 
here on her hands and knees telling him what it felt like to have his cock 
in her. Even more so she couldn't believe how easy it was to tell him this 
stuff, stuff she'd never in a million years have thought she could say to a 
guy.
"Right. Yeah. I think I know what you mean. Like I want this to last as long 
as possible, forever, but I also want it to happen straight away cause it 
feels so good being inside you. And it feels like nothing I could ever have 
imagined but it also feels totally natural."
"Ohhh!"
Again they moaned, this time as he pulled back on her hips at the same time 
as he pressed forward with his. He watched with amazement as his cock 
disappeared into her pussy till he was pressed against her bum, all but the 
last fraction of his cock buried inside her.
"Wow. All the way. Feels so good when we do that. You? How does it feel?"
"Uh, good, yeah."
"And?"
"What?"
"What's it feel like? Now I'm all the way inside you?"
"Um, oh, it's, it's like this thing's invaded me but not bad... it's good, 
like I want it to. And it feels like it shouldn't be able to fit but at the 
same time it's as if it's a perfect fit. As if it's totally meant to be in 
me."
"Wow! That's awesome. Opposite right? You know for me, it's so tight, you 
hold my cock so tight that it's as if I shouldn't be able to get into you. 
But it's so good that you open up and let me in. It's like you're pulling me 
inside you. It feels so good, looks so good. And you're really hot. I mean 
heat hot, you know. I so love being in you."
"Yes... master."
In the stories they used hot and tight a lot. Richard had always assumed 
when they said hot they really meant good but now he realised it actually 
did mean heat, cause her pussy was so hot inside. And in the stories tight 
had mostly sounded to him like it would be painful having to push into a 
girls pussy but it wasn't painful at all entering her, in fact it was 
totally the opposite.
His curiosity sated, he started moving again, content now to concentrate on 
pleasure as he started slowly fucking her. The sight of his cock sawing in 
and out of her cunt mesmerized him till he caught a glimpse of her boobs. He 
leant to the side so he could watch as they swayed back and forth in time to 
their fucking. Awesome. His hands soon found their way under her to hold 
them and to play with her hard nipples.
Initially Janet was uncertain about having sex in this position but it 
didn't take her long to become a fan. With his questions over, she started 
to feel anonymous, invisible from the world because she wasn't looking at 
him. She didn't have to answer to him, didn't have to worry about him, all 
she had to do was focus on the feelings starting to build between her legs. 
As the pace of their fucking picked up she dropped from her hands to her 
elbows, her forehead on the bed and this was even better. Without thinking 
one hand snaked back till she was touching the top of her pussy, brushing 
her fingers over her clit. Soon her world had simplified down to the hands 
on her boobs and nipples, the fingers on her clit and that thing... his big 
cock... moving in and out of her pussy. All rational thought was turned off 
and everything was now about pleasure, about taking the steady ride up the 
hill to her climax.
Richard knew he wouldn't last long and when he realised she had her hand 
down at her pussy, playing with herself that spurred him on. He picked up 
the pace till he was pounding into her and then just when he thought he 
couldn't take it anymore, when he was sure he was going to collapse he felt 
his balls tighten and his climax was pulsing through him, the come pumping 
out of his cock, once more filling her beautiful cunt.
When he'd started moving faster she knew he must be close. Already she was 
poised and knew she'd be able to push herself over the edge at any time. She 
waited though, wanting to hold off till he was coming, wanting to come at 
the same time. Thus it was that as she heard him grunting and felt his cock 
expanding, pumping his come deep inside her she flicked her fingers rapidly 
across her clit, triggering her own climax.
"Ahhh! Ohhh god!"
As she came, her cunt rippled in waves along his cock, seeming to milk him, 
to drag the come out. He clung to her, riding her body as she bucked and 
shook, continuing to pump his cock into her even after he emptied all his 
come. Finally though it was over for both of them and he slowly withdrew. 
Flopping down alongside her he gathered her in his arms, his lips searching 
for hers.
"Mmmm. That was great. Thank you. Wow."
"Thank you."
"So you see, that's the doggie position!"
"Woof, woof!"
They smiled at each other then kissed again.
She wished she could lie in his arms for much longer, gently kissing, taking 
time to descend from the almost euphoric state she reached with her orgasms 
but she knew she couldn't, not if she didn't want to get into trouble. She 
moved her lips from his lips to his throat then down further.
For a second Richard wondered what she was doing, why she was leaving his 
arms, and then he remembered. She was being his perfect girl. He lay back on 
the bed, arms spread, eyes closed as he mapped her progress in his mind's 
eye. Her lips moved from his neck to his chest, then his right nipple, and 
now his left. For a second he thought it was her finger running under his 
chest along each of his ribs but then he realised with a shiver that it was 
her tongue. Next she was at his belly button, her tongue digging into it as 
she covered it with her lips and sucked on it. Then her mouth left his body 
only to return a couple of seconds later as with a moan she swallowed half 
his cock.
"Ohh!"
For a while he was content to let her lick and suck at him, cleaning their 
juices from him but then he wanted part of the action, he wanted to taste 
her beautiful pussy again. Reaching down he grabbed her knee, trying to 
swivel her around.
"Move around. No, keep doing that. Move yourself around. I want you pussy up 
here. Yeah, that's right."
Once she'd realised what he wanted she'd turned her body round then thrown 
one leg over him so he was now staring up into her pussy, she was centered 
over his cock, and they were in a classic sixty-nine position. Janet resumed 
licking and sucking his cock as Richard stared up at her pussy trying to 
work up the courage to do it. Half a dozen times he told himself it didn't 
matter and half a dozen times he chickened out. He'd forgotten that it 
wasn't only her juices now, his come was also there and he'd never tasted 
his come.
Nope, he couldn't do it, couldn't bring himself to eat her pussy after he'd 
deposited a load of come in it. He could however play with it and his 
fingers were soon in action.
Janet had assumed he was going to eat her out and for a long time was 
anticipating feeling his lips and tongue on her, even after his fingers 
started to play with her clit and her pussy. In the meantime she upped the 
level of her attention to his cock and balls, and was now sucking him in 
earnest.
"Oh yeah. That's good. I'm going to come again soon! Yeah, keep doing that."
She moved her mouth up so it was just his cockhead in her mouth and started 
working her hand up and down on his shaft till it was moving in a blur. In 
this position she could see his balls. Normally the skin that they were held 
in was loose but as she watched it tightened and then she felt the first 
pulse. She adjusted the pace of her hand movement to the pulses, milking his 
cock as she suck each spurt into her mouth.
He groaned with each spurt, holding her tightly, his fingers buried in her 
cunt. Finally it was over and she was just nursing his cock, coaxing any 
last drops out. Now he really collapsed, totally spent, totally satiated.
"Oh thank you. That was great. So great!"
"Yum! Thank you for letting me suck your cock."
Shit, she couldn't believe that she'd just said that! Not the thank you, as 
it had been her intention to thank him. She had to thank him or get punished 
so that was okay, but 'yum'. What was she thinking? Or more to the point, 
what was she becoming?
Punished! He hadn't punished her today and she had to head home soon. What 
should she do? She desperately tried to remember the list of rules in the 
contract, trying to recall if she had to ask him to punish her everyday and 
give him a list of things. She didn't think so but what if she was wrong? It 
had been a good day... okay, if it wasn't for the slave thing and the fact 
that she was being forced to do all this, it had been a great day... and she 
didn't want to blow it. She'd have to say something but what? What had she 
done today that was against his rules anyway?
She didn't wake him up with a blowjob although that wasn't really her fault 
and he didn't seem upset about it. Before he'd told her not to call herself 
slave all the time she'd forgotten a few time so that would probably count. 
When she was telling him how she masturbated he got angry at one point 
because she wasn't telling him everything. She wasn't sure if that was 
something he'd have on his list of things to punish her for but he might so 
she should probably include it. If there were any other things she'd done 
wrong she couldn't remember then and hopefully he wouldn't either.
"Umm, master?"
"Yes?"
"I have to go soon... sorry."
"Yeah. Bummer. Still you'll be back in the morning. Umm, you want to shower, 
you know clean up before?"
"Nope I'll do it soon as I'm home."
"Cool."
"Umm... is there anything... I mean..."
"What?"
"Well do you want to... you haven't um, punishment? I didn't know if you had 
to, you know, punish me for anything today and I have to go soon, so?"
Instantly the blood poured back into his cock. She was asking to be 
punished! As she should but he'd totally forgotten. Wow! His little slave 
was asking him to punish her. What for? He couldn't even think of anything 
she'd done today to piss him off. Today had been perfect from the moment he 
woke to find her sleeping alongside him till now. However as her master it 
was his responsibility so of course he'd punish her. He'd just have to get 
her to tell him what she needed punishing for.
"Yep, of course. Not much today though is there. So, what have you got that 
you need to be punished for?"
"Well, I didn't wake you by sucking you off, I didn't call myself slave all 
the time before you told me I didn't have to anymore and... shit, there 
something else. I'm sorry master, I've forgotten."
"Right, so two things, maybe three."
"Yes master. Oh yes, the other one was when I was telling you how I, um, 
masturbate you got angry cause you didn't think I was telling you 
everything."
"Were you?"
"What?"
"Were you telling me everything?"
"Oh, um, not completely but it was because I was embarrassed. I did after 
that though master."
"Right. Good. Well I guess that's three things so three... no, six slaps on 
the bum slave."
Only six! She was so relieved and also so glad that she'd done this. Six 
slaps on her bum wasn't really going to hurt but if she hadn't said anything 
and he'd had to remind her it would probably have been a lot more.
"Yes master."
"You know, trouble is I think I'm paralyzed, don't think I could move after 
what you've just done to me. Tell you what, if you just lie across me at 
right angles then we can probably do this.
"Yes master."
She swiveled around till her hips were over his crotch, his cock pressing 
into her groin. Resting her head on her hands, she waited.
"Ow... one... thank you master."
No pain! Maybe because of the position they were in he couldn't really swing 
hard or maybe he wasn't trying to really hurt her. She still let out an 'ow' 
with each slap as she counted off and thanked him but it didn't hurt. In 
fact it was nice, sexy, feeling his hand bouncing off her bottom.
Richard decided that this was probably the best way to spank her from now 
on! He knew he couldn't really be hurting her, which he was glad of. What 
was appealing to him about this was the way her body was squirming against 
his. If felt really nice. All too soon it was over though. For today anyway!
"Ow... six... thank you master."
"My pleasure slave."
She almost retorted 'no, my pleasure'. She could feel her cheeks flaming at 
the embarrassment a comment like that would have caused her. As much as she 
was pleased with herself for being able to say most of the things she did, 
knowing they kept him happy, knowing they stopped him really hurting her, 
she didn't want to take it too far. She'd have to be really careful, have to 
make sure she didn't forget how much she hated him.
"I really have to go now."
"Yeah I know. Kiss?"
She moved up and they shared a final kiss.
Later as he closed the front door behind her he was a little disappointed 
that she couldn't stay the night but mostly he was happy, happy, happy. 
Things were going so well, so much better than he could ever have imagined. 
Maybe he should get a head start and plan tomorrow. Plan what new things he 
could do with his girl. Make a list maybe.
He stared at the monitor. There were so many things that he'd fantasized 
about doing to her, so many ways of having sex, of playing with her body it 
was hard to know where to start.
1. Wrap ropes tightly around the base of her tits
Delete
1. Make her go out wearing
Delete
1. Use a pulley to hang her from
Delete
1. Get her to finger herself at
Delete
1. Put pegs on her
Delete
Everything he typed he wasn't interested in, had absolutely no desire to do. 
This was wrong! After all the months of thinking about doing things to her, 
reading all those stories on the internet and imagining it was Janet being 
humiliated and hurt, he had to still want to do these things to her didn't 
he? Yes, of course he did, he just had to focus.
For the next ten minutes he focused and finally started typing again.
1. Make love to Janet.
That was what he wanted. He loved reading the bondage and the nc stories, 
loved jerking off to them however sometimes he found that the stories he 
liked reading even more were the consensual ones. One of his all time 
favorite stories was about the guy who spent every summer at a nudist camp 
with his family. Not that Richard thought he could ever go naked at a place 
like that of course. But the sex scenes in the story were really hot in a 
nice way. Especially the ones where the guy started to have sex with his 
girlfriend. Maybe that's what he wanted.
Delete
1. They make love to each other
That was it. That was what he really wanted.

Chapter 20: Alone Again
Since the start of this nightmare Janet had managed to avoid having any 
'girl to girl' talks with her mom. The only real opportunity for one had 
been at dinner a couple of nights ago and dinner was rarely a time for that 
as her dad invariably sent them up when they indulged in girl talk. So girl 
time normally happened when she, Kelly and her mom were together buying 
clothes or watching a "girlie" dvd or sometimes even making dinner! Which 
was exactly what she and her mom would be doing in the next ten minutes and 
Janet was terrified. She knew she'd let something slip and give away the 
horrible secret she was carrying or even if she didn't her mom would still 
somehow guess something was wrong.
That wasn't the only thing upsetting her though. Truth was Janet hated lying 
to her parents, especially about important things. Lying about finishing her 
homework and stuff like that was okay but to have to lie about practically 
everything she's been doing the last week was huge!
When she arrived home she found that for once this week the gods were 
smiling on her. There was a message on the answering machine from her mum 
saying they were caught up at the office and wouldn't be home till about 
7.30 and they wanted Janet to get dinner together by herself! Yes!!! She 
bounded upstairs to have a quick shower before heading to the kitchen. It 
was going to be okay!
As she dried herself after showering she did her normal mirror check for any 
unwanted bulges that might tell her it was time to stop eating chocolate or 
icecream or even time to go on a diet, something she'd never had to do so 
far thank god. It wasn't really a conscious check, more a habitual action. 
She'd just twisted sideways to look at the back of her thighs when the word 
'beautiful' leapt to the front of her brain. Not that she thought she was 
beautiful. She knew she wasn't ugly but she knew she didn't look like a 
movie star or a model. However by now she was used to boys telling her she 
was beautiful and she knew to brush it off, recognising that they were only 
saying it to help convince her to have sex with them. As if! But this 
afternoon Richard had told her she was beautiful and he didn't need to say 
it to get her to have sex with him that was for sure. Maybe he really did 
think she was beautiful. Wow. He hated her but he thought she was beautiful? 
Strange.
Facing the mirror she moved her hands over her flat stomach and up to her 
boobs, cupping them underneath. He certainly seemed to think these were 
beautiful. She smiled at her reflection thinking back to a couple of years 
ago when she could completely cover them with her hands. No way could she do 
that now. Occasionally she worried that they were too big but mostly she was 
glad they'd grown to this size especially as they didn't sag the way a 
couple of her friend's boobs already did. That'd be awful. Most of her 
friends though had smaller boobs and all of them wanted bigger so she 
guessed she was lucky with what she inherited.
She twisted her body from side to side, checking her boobs in profile, 
watching her nipples crinkle and grow till they were pointing straight out 
from her chest. She always thought they looked better like this and they 
certainly felt better. She brushed her thumbs over the tips sending a shiver 
through her body, watching as the goosebumps spread over her arms and chest, 
remembering how great it felt when Richie had... Shit! Dinner! She was meant 
to be chopping tomatoes, not playing with her tits!
By seven thirty Janet had everything ready and on the table with a couple of 
empty plates waiting for the cold meats her parents would be bringing. Her 
parents were even later than they'd said, arriving home as the Morgansen's 
were pulling into the drive. This of course meant no chance at all for 
Janet's mom to ask her anything incriminating which was a huge relief. 
Dinner was uneventful and Janet was able to easily deal with the few 
questions about what she was doing on her holidays without having to lie too 
much. Naturally most of the dinner talk was about the elections, the 
economy, business and other 'adult' topics although Janet, Mrs Morgansen and 
her mom did have some fun talking about fashion.
With dinner over they headed into the family room for coffee but thankfully 
her dad let her off the hook from any further social duties and after saying 
goodnight to the Morgansens she headed upstairs to her room. It was only as 
she closed her bedroom door that she realised how tense she'd been. Kicking 
off her shoes, she tumbled onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling as, 
unbidden, tears started trickling down her cheeks.
It wasn't fair; nothing was fair in her life. How was she expected to keep 
leading this secret double life? Richard couldn't keep asking her to lie to 
her parents, keep things from them like this. She had to do something. She 
couldn't keep this up or she'd go crazy! When she was with him she felt like 
she didn't have a choice but there must be other choices, other ways of 
handling this. She had to calm down, had to think clearly and weigh up the 
other choices, look at any other options she had to help her get out of 
this.
Number one she could refuse to go back. Suddenly she felt sick, her stomach 
in a knot, the bile rising, tears increasing. If it were bad when he'd first 
confronted her about the cheating and the things she'd written in her diary, 
now it would be infinitely worse. If it ever got out that she'd let him whip 
her, fuck her in the behind, film her masturbating, do all the things they'd 
done, her life would be so totally over she couldn't even begin to think 
about it. She'd have to change her name, run away, disappear forever. 
Scratch that option!
Number two she could beg him to let her go, beg him to stop making her do 
all the horrible things he'd done to her although today he hadn't really 
done anything horrible but still he had before that so maybe he would again. 
Of course if she begged him to let her go he'd probably get angry, probably 
do more of the horrible things, probably hurt her again. Scratch that 
choice!!
Number three. Number three? She could do what he said but have attitude. Not 
enjoy it. Make it hard for him. Which of course would only make it hard for 
her because as soon as she did that he'd be onto her. Scratch three!!!
That was it really because number four was the only option left. Option four 
was continuing to do what she'd done today, totally obey him and make sure 
she did everything in her stupid slave contract. It meant being a complete 
slut, making sure she was as perfect a sex slave as she could possibly be. 
For now that's what she'd have to do. This brought on a renewed bout of 
crying but eventually the flow of tears dried up, leaving her feeling empty 
and defeated.
It was too early to go to bed but she needed something to occupy herself, 
something so she'd be able to stop thinking about all the horrid things 
happening to her. Dragging herself from her bed she turned on her computer 
to check her emails. Maybe Kel had found someway to send her an e from camp 
or maybe Marcia had sent one. That's what she really needed, to be able to 
talk to either of them. Nothing. Well that wasn't true, as always there were 
a few dozen unopened emails in her inbox. Most of course were spam that she 
normally deleted without even looking at but tonight maybe they'd help take 
her mind off her problems.
Online Prescription Medicine - boring - delete.
Win Lotto - as if - delete.
Mature Women to Fuck - no way - delete.
Viagra - boring - delete.
What's Your Credit Rating - zero - delete.
Animal Sex - yuck, delete.
Hung guys - why not -
She allowed this one to load and found a web address 
www.extrabighugecocks.com in big letters at the top with three pictures 
underneath. Janet had looked at emails like this before but up till now she 
didn't really have anyway of comparing. Wow! The cocks were probably twice 
as thick as Richie's and definitely longer. In the first picture a white 
woman was sucking a black guy and she only had the head of his cock in her 
mouth which was stretched so wide it looked like her lips were going to 
split open. As Janet stared at the picture wondering what it would feel like 
to suck a cock that big she unconsciously opened her mouth, mimicking the 
woman in the picture. Nope. She didn't think she'd like it because it felt 
really uncomfortable stretching so wide, the woman probably wouldn't be able 
to move her tongue around his cock and there was no way Janet would be able 
to get something that big in her throat. In the next picture the woman was 
being fucked in her pussy and in the last one the guy had his cock in the 
woman's bum. Maybe having a cock that big in her pussy would be okay if she 
had lots of time to get used to it but she was pretty sure she wouldn't want 
anything bigger than Richie's cock in her bum - delete.
Young cunts -
They weren't really young. Well not as young as she was even if they had 
their hair in pigtails and were wearing cheerleader uniforms. Plus their not 
so young cunts were all blurred so you couldn't really see anything and 
there weren't any guys in the pictures - delete.
Sapphic Teens - she hovered over the link for a few seconds before clicking 
it. She thought this meant lesbians and wasn't really interested in girls 
but -
She was right, it was lesbian but this one wasn't the normal full-on graphic 
porn site. The pictures looked arty, with a soft focus and although in some 
of the shots you could see their pussies, the girls weren't holding them 
open or anything like that. Maybe this was what they called soft porn. There 
was lots of kissing - on the mouth, boobs and down below. Also, the girls 
who were all really pretty actually looked like normal teens. In fact they 
looked like they were her age and maybe even younger. She browsed the site 
for a while wondering if the girls in the photos really liked posing and 
playing with each other or if they were forced to do it. They sure looked 
like they were enjoying it.
So it went, mostly deleting but occasionally stopping to look at the 
pictures, some of which she viewed in a different light with her newfound 
knowledge of sex. There were only three emails that she didn't delete, all 
from friends. Two were chain e's that friends had forwarded so she quickly 
scanned them, followed the instructions and sent them on to some of her 
contacts. Last thing she need was more bad luck! The final one was from 
Richard. She stared at it for at least five minutes before she finally moved 
the cursor to it, holding her breath as it opened.
hi j, hope dinner wasn't boring. u still have that picnic basket for 
2morrow? cya r
Picnic basket! Relief! She'd assumed the email was going to be telling her 
to do something like masturbate or... something degrading like that. The 
basket should be somewhere downstairs. Good idea. She could load it with 
some fruit and some of the leftovers from dinner before going over in the 
morning. Probably should take a blanket also.
She hit the reply to sender button and then stared at the screen for a 
another five minutes, unsure how to respond. Finally she decided that 
copying his style was the safest thing to do.
Hi R, It was ok. Think we do. Will chek in morning. cya J
She hit the send button and when the email disappeared from her screen she 
noticed his name again about five emails below the one she'd just replied 
to. It was the email he'd sent her the other day, the one with the links to 
the pictures and to the movie of her masturbating. Although she hadn't 
actually watched the movie the other day she probably should delete the 
email anyway.
For the next few minutes she prevaricated, getting edgier and edgier with 
her indecision. She wanted to check out the movie but was so scared of what 
it would be like that she couldn't bring herself to click on the link. 
Eventually the screensaver started up and taking that as a sign she stood 
up, deciding she might as well go to bed. Trouble was that now she was 
feeling really wired. She'd have to do something to burn off some energy if 
she was going to be able to sleep. Exercise! It was too late to go for a run 
but she could do a workout.
Normally she'd do it downstairs where there was more room but she could do 
it in her bedroom particularly if she used one of her less strenuous videos. 
She grabbed one and put it in the machine. The skirt she was wearing was 
really too tight for exercising so she slipped it off and also took of her 
top. That was one of the good things about having a video and TV in her 
room, she could do a work out in bra and panties. She'd been at it for about 
ten minutes when she heard her parents.
"Hon, you still up?"
"Of course she is dear. She's working out. Can't you hear?"
"I can hear music but she might have fallen asleep with a CD on, mightn't 
she?"
"Trust me that music isn't any CD she'd be voluntarily listening to. It's 
one of her workout tapes."
Janet hit the pause button on the video as she guiltily looked at her 
computer worried that somehow the movie of her masturbating might have 
started playing by itself! Of course it hadn't and the screen saver was 
still active. She opened the door, poking her head around to find her 
parents smiling at her, her dad behind her mum with his arms wrapped around 
her, his head on her shoulder
"We just wanted to say sweet dreams and thank you for getting everything 
ready tonight."
"Hey that's okay mom, no probs."
"Well we're off to bed. Love you darling."
"Love you too mom."
"Night hon. Now don't do too much exercising before going to bed will you?"
"No dad, only going to do a few minutes more. Night."
Closing the door she started the video again but almost immediately stopped 
it. The workout wasn't going to work! It wasn't going to calm her down. She 
had to watch the movie. Had to see what it looked like, had to see how 
terrible it was. Scrolling to the email she opened it then, momentarily 
closing her eyes, she clicked the mouse on the web address, opening the 
site. There were all those sexy pictures of her and there was the link to 
the video. She closed her eyes again and with one more click started the 
video. Suddenly her own voice filled her head through the earphones and, 
startled, she opened her eyes.
"Hi. My name is Janet Sheen... um... sex slave. This sex slave is a cum 
slut, a cocksucker and a, a dirty cunt. This sex slave loves being fucked in 
the cunt and in the arse. She loves sucking cocks. This slutty sex slave is 
a fuck toy and she licks cocks and licks arse. She is only good for fucking, 
for being fucked. She is going to play with her hot cunt and do it until she 
comes. Because she's a... a disgusting, worthless slut."
Janet had been preparing herself to be disgusted, angry, even horrified by 
the video but after the initial shock of seeing herself on screen she wasn't 
any of these things. Instead she found herself spellbound as she listened to 
this girl proclaiming what a slut she was. This wasn't her, couldn't be her 
even if it looked like her because it was so real. This girl meant it, she 
wasn't pretending, wasn't saying this because she was being forced to. She 
was obviously saying it because that's what she was.
That wasn't the only thing that had Janet transfixed. The girl looked so 
interesting, far more interesting than Janet could ever be. This girl was so 
sexy or maybe it was erotic as she smiled at the camera saying all these 
incredible things. Then the girl was moving up the bed, obviously not 
embarrassed or self-conscious about being naked. If anything it looked like 
she loved being naked, even loved having the camera on her. She positioned 
herself at the top of the bed, smiling at the camera as she spread her legs 
so the camera could see not only her pussy but also her bum hole. A month 
ago Janet wouldn't have given a second thought to her bum apart from it's 
size and she'd certainly never looked at it like this. She'd never looked at 
anyone's bum hole until this week. It was an area that you ignored, but now 
after what she'd been through, after having his cock in her bum and even 
more than that, after having licked his bum hole and having him lick her... 
well... she'd have thought it would look gross but it didn't. It was 
interesting, the girl's bum... no, the girl's arsehole looked interesting, 
not gross.
Then the girl did something so hot that Janet instinctively put a hand 
between had legs and cupped her pussy. On screen the girl had licked her 
finger in a really sensual way before bringing it down to her pussy, pushing 
it between the folds of her labia and into her cunt. Fuck!
With her free hand Janet hit the pause icon as her other hand pressed into 
her pussy. There she was, frozen on screen, eyes half closed and a finger in 
her cunt. She was torn. She knew she should be disgusted by this but she 
wasn't, she was fascinated, drawn to this girl, wanting to watch her all the 
way through. Not just watch because as she cupped her pussy she realised 
that she wanted to masturbate, she wanted to get herself off as she watched. 
She stared at the screen, tussling with her problem. It seemed wrong to be 
masturbating to this but... but she was really tense tonight. Yes, that was 
it. After all she normally masturbated before going to bed and if she got 
herself off she'd sleep better. It didn't really matter what she used to 
help get herself off, did it.
Having reached a decision, the rest was easy. Lifting her hips she quickly 
skimmed off her panties then undid her bra, before settling into the chair 
again, this time completely naked. Still not right though. She nervously 
glanced at her door before bringing her feet up, resting them on the desk on 
either side of the keyboard so that her legs were spread wide. Looking down 
at her pussy she could see that in this position the lips were spread open 
and her clit was already starting to show, just like the girl on the screen. 
Hitting the play icon she started watching again and soon she was mimicking 
the girl on screen, the only real difference being that she kept her eyes 
open.
She trailed her fingers between her pussy lips a few times feeling the 
wetness. Then, following her onscreen tutor, she started brushing her 
fingernails along her thighs and stomach. She loved doing this, keeping her 
touch really light so that it almost tickled. She teased herself, letting 
the sensations build as an occasional shiver shimmied through her body. Of 
course this was only teasing, not the real thing and eventually she needed 
more.
Finally the girl's fingers returned to her pussy, stroking the lips, opening 
them out even more, teasing the wet inner area and starting to work on her 
swollen clit. Janet followed suit and when the girl on screen brought her 
other hand into play, Janet did the same. However while the girl on screen 
started with only one finger in her pussy, Janet immediately used two. She 
also tried something new. In the past she'd really only ever pushed her 
fingers in and out but Richard had done more than that and Janet imitated 
him. She started corkscrewing her fingers, and copied the scissoring thing 
he did where he flicked his fingers against each other. Wow! It seemed to 
double the feeling, sending little jolts through her body with each flick.
As Janet fingered herself and played with her clit, building towards a 
climax, she could tell that the girl on screen was also getting closer. 
Janet watched as the camera panned up the girls body, the muscles on her 
stomach clearly outlined, her boobs with their engorged nipples heaving and 
then her face, mouth opening, tongue licking her lips. Then the girl caught 
her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it, something that Janet was 
conscious she sometimes did when she was playing with herself. Wow that 
looked really hot! Suddenly the camera zoomed out and Janet saw that the 
girl's whole body was moving in a sexy dance. The girl now had two fingers 
pistoning in and out of her pussy while the index finger of her other hand 
was moving so fast across her clit that the image was blurred.
Then it happened, the girl on tape came, crying out, and as she came, Janet 
came with her, the only difference being that Janet managed to stifle any 
cries, her natural conditioning kicking in to ensure her parents didn't hear 
her. As her climax raced through her body her instinct was to close her eyes 
so she could lose herself in the pleasure of the moment but she resisted, 
keeping them half open so she could watch the girl on screen. If anyone had 
told her that this was what she looked like when she orgasmed she'd have 
denied it, said not possible. But it was possible. It was her body that was 
twitching, squirming, shuddering with her climax. It looked truly amazing, 
really sexy in ways she could never have imagined.
As she watching through hooded eyes, her own body was going through the same 
aftermath and it felt like she was sharing the experience with her on screen 
persona. Nice.
Then Richard's voice interrupted and reaching forward, she hit the pause. 
There didn't seem to be much use in watching anymore and besides, she wanted 
to enjoy the post orgasmic bliss a little longer without his voice 
interrupting, reminding!
Eventually her legs started to complain about being stretched up on the desk 
so, reluctantly, she slid her fingers out of her pussy and sat up. She 
looked around for a tissue to clean her fingers like she normally did but 
then stopped. Bringing her hand in front of her face she twisted it around, 
examining the shiny wetness on her first and second fingers. She slowly 
brought them closer to her nose taking in the tangy hot pussy smell and then 
quickly, before her better judgement could interfere she opened her mouth 
and sucked them in.
Yes! Wow, it was such a great taste. During all the years of playing with 
herself she'd assumed it was yucky but it wasn't. Taking her time she licked 
away every last trace. No wonder Richard seemed to like going down on her! 
She was tempted to put her fingers back in her pussy to collect more but 
resisted... might be going a bit too far to do that.
Richard. Shit. She wasn't meant to come without his permission. Although 
there was no way he could know so that was okay but still she probably 
shouldn't have done it. Okay, she'd get rid of the email and the website so 
she wouldn't be tempted again.
The website! It was still there! On the internet for the whole world to see 
and there was no way she could get rid of it. How could she have forgotten 
that? He had to take it down. Now. It was late but she'd have to call now 
except... there was something wrong. She was staring at the site and 
something was wrong with it. The address bar. It didn't say 
www.janetsheen.com. It was c:\windows\rics\index.html. But on the email it 
said www.janetsheen.com. She went back to the email and was about to click 
on the link again when she noticed that as her mouse hovered over it the 
status bar read c:\windows\rics\index.html.
The bastard! There was no website. Well at least not on the net. Maybe there 
was though. Opening a new browser window she quickly typed in 
www.janetsheen.com. Nothing - all that came up was the search page. Opening 
explorer she navigated to c:\windows\rics\ and sure enough, she found a 
bunch of files including the pictures of her and the movie. She wasn't sure 
if she should be relieved or angry. Both! Switching to her email program she 
deleted his email. Back in explorer she hovered over the rics folder. She 
should delete it except that no one else knew it was there. Well no one but 
Richard.
Ten seconds later she'd dragged the folder to another location. Now she was 
the only person who knew where the pics and movie were and if she ever 
needed to look at them again she could. Not that she thought she ever would 
but still, you never knew.
Shutting her computer down she stood, stretching her arms out as she rolled 
her head around. Now she was ready for bed, feeling a lot more relaxed after 
playing with herself and also feeling very relieved to know that he hadn't 
actually put all those pictures on the net. Looking over at her pj's she 
decided to leave them off. Tonight she felt like sleeping nude.
Not too far away Richard was also getting ready for bed. Although he was 
tired, he wasn't sure that he was really ready to go to sleep. Earlier he'd 
told himself he wouldn't jerk off tonight because now that he had Janet, he 
didn't need to. After all he'd already come three times today which was 
about twice more than he normally did so it wasn't that he needed to get 
off, was it. Yep, three time! Down her throat, in her pussy and finally in 
her mouth!
Of course remembering this only made it harder. Well started to make his 
cock harder that is. How stupid. Just because he was having sex didn't mean 
he shouldn't jerk off if he felt horny. He liked jerking off. Maybe not as 
much as he liked fucking and being sucked by his slave but it was still a 
pretty amazing thing to be able to do.
Sitting down at his computer he fired up the browser, heading for a web page 
that normally had some good hardcore movie links. He was about to click on 
one that promised a teen gangbang when he stopped. Why watch a twenty five 
year old teen pretending to come when he could watch his Janet playing with 
herself. Sometimes he was such a dope.
Ten seconds later he had Janet Sheen filling his screen about to jerk off 
just for him. As she said was a cum slut, that she loved to be fucked, that 
she loved sucking cocks he had to resist the temptation to grab his cock, 
jerk it a few times and come all over the monitor. This had to be the 
hottest clip he'd ever watched. Which was what he was determined to do, 
watch the whole clip and time himself so he came at the end, not the 
beginning!
So instead of grabbing his cock and jerking away, he lightly stroked it with 
his fingertips, occasionally brushing his thumb over the super-sensitive 
head. He sometimes did this when he was reading a really hot story or 
watching a great clip because doing it like this let him last as long as he 
wanted. After a while it did become a sort of exquisite torture but when he 
finally came it tended to be better than normal. The intensity of the 
feelings was heightened and they seemed to last longer. If it weren't that 
he was normally impatient to get off, he'd probably jerk off like this all 
the time.
As Janet got closer to coming, Richard changed his style. Now he held the 
shaft in his right hand, not too tightly but tight enough to provide the 
extra friction needed to push him over the top. He pulled the skin back and 
forth over the steel like inner shaft, his thumb lengthwise along the top, 
brushing the head with each stoke. On screen, the camera was now on her 
beautiful face. Her eyes were closed but it was her mouth that was the focus 
of his attention. She was sucking on her lips, running her tongue over them. 
Awesome. This was so much better than most if not all the clips he 
downloaded. This looked real, not fake like most of the internet stuff 
looked except for maybe some of the amateur girls. Of course it looked 
real... it was! He'd filmed it, so he knew that she was really getting off, 
he knew she was really getting close to coming, just like he was now.
The camera zoomed out and as he moved his hand faster on his cock, her 
fingers were moving faster in her cunt and across the top of her pussy as 
she played with her clit. Then as she started moaning, he felt it starting. 
He tensed his lower body, holding off as long as he could till she started 
crying out and then he let go, letting his come spurt up into the air as he 
joined her cries.
He was a glorious mess, come on his stomach, thighs and covering his hand 
but he didn't care. What a wank! It had felt like his balls were going to 
literally explode. As he heard his voice asking her questions, he reached up 
to turn it off. Boring really.
Wow, he was exhausted now. He'd have no trouble getting to sleep tonight 
after that. Grabbing a towel he wiped the come of his body then flopped 
naked onto his bed, to exhausted to even worry about getting into his PJ's.
Chapter 21: Picnic Preparations
For the first morning in a while Janet woke feeling rested and relaxed. She 
stretched, luxuriating in the feel of the sheet slipping over her naked 
body. She really should sleep nude more often, especially in summer. Rolling 
over she checked her bedside clock. 7.30, time to get moving. She had a 
picnic to get ready!
After showering she faced her first dilemma for the day, what to wear? For 
the picnic she'd want her swimmers but maybe he wouldn't want her to wear 
them first up. Then again, first up would be when she arrived at his place 
and seeing as she had to get naked as soon as she was inside, it obviously 
wouldn't matter to him what she was wearing. Okay, don't think about that, 
focus on the picnic. So, swimmers it was then.
Dilemma number two, which pair? She currently had six, not counting a couple 
of old costumes that she really should throw out one day but they'd been her 
favourites once and she really hated throwing out her favourites. Anyway, 
out of the six, she could discount the one-piece, which left five bikinis. 
Of course the one she really should wear, the one she was certain he'd 
really like, was the one she shouldn't wear.
At the start of summer Janet and Kelly along with their mom had done their 
traditional swimming costumes trek through the mall. Janet and Kelly soon 
found two-pieces they both liked and were helping their mom decide on hers. 
They'd pretty much narrowed it down to a nice, modest two-piece for her when 
Kelly held up another one for them to look at. It was a vibrant blue colour 
with gold threads running through it and seemed perfect until Kel turned it 
around to show that it was a thong with no back at all apart from a tiny 
triangle whose sides were no more than an inch long. They all had a good 
giggle but then Kelly suggested their mom should buy it cause she reckoned 
their dad would absolutely love it. Thirty minutes later and quite a few 
dollars poorer, a daring plan had been hatched.
Back home they sent their dad out to the pool to wait for them to change so 
they could show him their purchases. Janet and Kelly came out first in their 
new bikinis:
"Nice, very nice. Both of you. And I'm assuming you had to pay a lot because 
there's hardly anything to them? Yes?"
"Yes dad. You're paying for the design, not the material. We've told you 
that before."
"So dad, you really like them?"
"Yes darling, I really like them. Where's your mom? I thought she was 
getting one too?"
That was the cue they'd been waiting for. They both turned back to the house 
as Janet called out to their mom.
"Mom. Hurry up. Dad wants to see yours."
They both heard his gasp and somehow managed to suppress their giggles. This 
time Kelly called out.
"Where are you mom?"
"Girls?"
They turned back to him, making sure they looked as sweet as apple pie 
unlike their dad whose face was suddenly very red.
"Yes dad."
"You can't... I mean there's no... what I mean is I can't allow... JAYNE!"
That's when their mom made her appearance.
"Yes dear. Sorry I took so long, I was getting the tags off."
"Jayne, they can't. Look I'm sorry, but our daughters can't wear those. Have 
you seen? Didn't you see in the shop?"
By now their mom had walked past them so she was standing between them and 
their dad.
"Yes, of course I did. I think they look great. I especially love the green 
in Kelly's, don't you."
"Green? No I'm not talking about the expensively designed colours. The back! 
My daughters can't... holy dooley!"
Jayne had turned her back to him ostensibly to look at Janet and Kelly but 
now that she was facing away from him she wriggled her butt as she winked at 
her daughters.
"Mom! Where'd you learn that?"
"Careful now Kelly. Your mom's not so old that she still doesn't know a few 
tricks."
She wriggled her butt again before turning back to find her husband staring 
open-mouthed at her. She reached out and took his hand, encouraging him to 
stand up.
"Like it?"
"Like it? It's very... sexy. Very sexy darling."
"Thought you'd approve dear. Now why don't you girls have a swim for a 
while. Your dad and I might go upstairs for a chat or something."
"Mom!"
"For once just shut up Kel!"
"What? Oh! Oh, yeah! Have fun."
"Kel!"
"What, I can't tell them to have fun?"
And so it was that they all had thong bikinis that the girls only wore at 
home when they were by themselves although Janet had worn hers a couple of 
times at Marcia's when it was just a girl's gathering.
No, too risky.
Opting for modesty, she slipped on the other pair she'd bought that day. 
Over the top she chose denim cut-offs and a cropped t-shirt and, seeing as 
they were going out today, she decided to put on some make-up - lippy, blush 
and a little eye shadow. After a final check in the mirror she immediately 
stripped and put on the thong bikini. Back in front of the mirror she 
twisted around so she could see the rear view as she worked up the courage 
to leave it on. There wouldn't be anyone else at their swimming spot plus 
there was always the worry that he knew she had the thong bikini and would 
get angry at her if she didn't wear it. Besides, she liked wearing it. Made 
her feel sexy. Yep, she'd do it she decided as she pulled her shorts and top 
on again before heading downstairs to have breakfast and to get the picnic 
things together.
By now her parents were in their normal rush to leave for work so she knew 
she wouldn't have to face any quizzing from her mom. First she checked the 
hall cupboard for the picnic basket but it wasn't there and she had no idea 
where else if could be. She called out to her mom, the finder of all missing 
household items.
"Mom! You know where the picnic basket is?"
"In the garage darling. Back right hand corner behind your dad's old 
surfboard. Why?"
"Thanks. Going on a picnic today and thought I'd take it."
"Oh, that's nice. Who with?"
Panic! Who could she say? Fortunately they were in separate rooms and the 
panic that she was sure was written all over her face couldn't be seen.
"What?"
"Who you picnicking with?"
She still couldn't think of who to say. Her brain had seized!
"Oh, um, who? Um, Richie?"
"Who?"
"Richie."
"Okay. That's nice. Say hello from us. Will you be home tonight or staying 
over somewhere again?"
"Tonight? Oh, probably staying over I guess if that's okay. Can I let you 
know where later?"
"That's fine. Talk later. Gotta rush. Bye darling."
"Bye mom."
"Bye honey, have a good time."
"Thanks dad, bye."
As she heard the front door shut she slid to the floor, her whole body 
shaking. That was so close, too close. Not that she'd said anything wrong. 
She hadn't blurted out that she'd be staying at Richie's house tonight 
because he'd forced her to become his sex slave! Now that would have really 
been a disaster whereas this was just a scare. As it was everything was okay 
because she hadn't lied and her parents certainly didn't have a problem with 
her going on a picnic with Richie cause they liked him, trusted him. They 
didn't know how horrible he could be, how much he hated her. In fact they'd 
probably think it was good if they thought about it at all. It might lead to 
questions later but she'd be able to handle that surely.
Half an hour later she was heading over to Richie's, picnic basket in hand, 
hoping she'd remembered everything. They'd have to pick up some bread rolls 
but she was fairly certain she had everything else covered. She'd always 
liked going on picnics so maybe today would be fun? Then she was standing 
outside his front door, any feelings of fun rapidly draining away. Even if 
they were going out on a picnic, she was still his sex slave and as soon as 
she was inside she had to take her clothes off and he'd probably want to 
fuck her or get her to suck him off before they went anywhere.
She fought back the sudden feeling of despair, trying to shore up her 
resolve. It was important that she was smiling, important that she appeared 
to be happy when he saw her. She was not going to upset him, was not to give 
him any reason to hurt her. She was resolved to do everything he asked and 
more. If he wanted her to suck him then she'd do it better than the girls on 
those videos, if he fucked her, even in her bum, she'd moan and groan till 
he told her to shut up! Anything to make sure he was happy. That's what 
she'd done yesterday and it'd worked because apart from the slaps on the bum 
he hadn't done anything to hurt her. Unconsciously her hand went to her bum. 
Truth was that last night when he'd spanked her it had sort of felt good, 
like it was a turn on or something.
No! She had to stop herself thinking like that, had to stop getting turned 
on by the things they did, especially things like being spanked. The other 
thing she had to do was go inside, strip naked, kneel and then wait for him 
before he came looking for her because if she was late, he'd be pissed off 
and that would mean real punishment.
Opening the door, she carefully stepped inside, grateful to see he wasn't 
standing waiting for her. Putting the picnic basket to one side she started 
stripping, not giving any time for doubt to creep in again. Runners, socks, 
t-shirt, shorts, bikini top, bikini bottom. Naked. Vulnerable. Scared. 
Standing there, naked in the Mark's foyer, hugging her boobs she briefly 
considered fleeing but knew she wouldn't.
She thought she heard a noise from upstairs and that was enough to prompt 
her into action. Pushing her clothes aside with her foot she dropped to her 
knees then sat back on her heels. She hesitated not wanting to spread 
herself but knowing she didn't have a choice. Placing her hands behind her 
back she slowly moved her knees as far apart as she could, exposing her 
pussy. That done she dropped her eyes subserviently to the floor, hoping he 
wouldn't take too long to find her. This position was so demoralising, such 
a total reminder of what she now was, what her life had become that she 
wasn't sure if she'd be able to maintain it until he came in.
As it was she did maintain her pose even though she had to wait an agonising 
ten minutes before he appeared. Her agony was mental though not physical. 
She didn't want to think about the sex things he'd probably make her do 
today but she couldn't stop herself. Undoubtedly his cock would be in her 
mouth and her pussy, probably in her bum, maybe even between her boobs. As 
she was thinking of these possibilities she started to get turned on which 
was so wrong. She tried to stop thinking about them having sex but it was 
like elephant; once she'd started she couldn't stop. By the time he showed 
up her pussy was damp, her nipples hard and her face was very flushed.
Richard had spent the last ten minutes trying to decide which t-shirt Janet 
would most like and he'd finally narrowed it down to two. One was mainly red 
with a puma's emblem on the chest, the number eleven on the back and he 
really liked it. Only trouble was it was sleeveless and he was worried that 
she'd think he was so into his body that he thought he was a weightlifter or 
something. The other one was sort of a retro hippie thing with strange 
patterns on it. It had an artier look that he thought she'd like but he 
wasn't really sure because he didn't know all that much about art. He'd 
already changed a dozen times and there was still the question of which 
shorts to wear!
Shit he though he could hear noises downstairs. He looked over at his clock. 
Ten past nine, she must be here! It would have to be what he had on which 
was the hippie one with blue shorts. He leapt down the stairs taking them 
six at a time, somehow avoided breaking the banister at the bottom before he 
skidded into the foyer. When he saw her he stumbled to a stop, tripping over 
his feet, almost crashing to the floor.
For some reason as he'd bounded downstairs he'd been expecting to see old 
Janet, the person he'd hung out with for so many years, but she wasn't that 
person anymore. Sure, she also wasn't the bitch that she'd turned into when 
they went to high school but she wasn't his friend from all those years ago 
either. She was his slave, his personal sex slave and like a good little sex 
slave she'd taken off her clothes and she was kneeling naked, legs spread, 
pussy peeping out, boobs thrust out, waiting for him. Fucking awesome! And 
totally the way it should be!
It had been less than a day since he'd seen her, seen her fantastic body, 
her awesome boobs. Less than a day since he'd been holding those boobs, 
squeezing them, kissing them but it was as though he'd never seen them 
before. They were so perfect. She was so perfect! And she was his, his to do 
whatever he wanted to!
Janet looked up, startled, half expecting him to crash into her. Once he'd 
stopped he didn't do anything, just stared at her. No, that wasn't right, he 
wasn't staring at her, he was staring at her boobs. She felt the heat in her 
cheeks as she blushed and still he stared. She didn't know if she was meant 
to say something or maybe she was meant to start sucking him off. Finally 
she broke the silence.
"Morning master."
"Oh... yeah. Hi. You're... I mean, wow... almost tripped there."
Master! Fuck that sounded so good when she called him master! When he'd 
first made her say master, it had sounded forced, like she didn't mean it, 
which of course he knew she didn't, but now, now it sounded so real. He 
shivered as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to help her up. She 
deserved a big hug for that and then they'd have breakfast and followed by 
sex, lots of sex to start the day off! Way to go!
Although she'd bowed her head again, she could see his hand coming out to 
her. It's starting she thought and she knew what she had to do.
"Would you like me to suck you off master? Do you want, um, me to suck 
your... your cock master?"
She'd wanted to say 'beautiful' cock - no, not true. She didn't want to say 
'beautiful' cock but she knew that was the type of thing he wanted her to 
say. It was just that it made her feel even more embarrassed than normal to 
say things like that. Stupid! She couldn't afford to worry about things like 
that. She had to make it not just good but great for him. She could see the 
bulge his cock was making against the top of his leg. That's what she had to 
focus on now.
"What? Oh, yeah. Yes slave. First thing every morning, you suck me off, of 
course."
He stepped closer and that was all the prompting she needed. Bringing her 
hands around she reached up to his waist where she unsnapped the button in 
his board shorts before peeling apart the fly, the ripping sound of the 
Velcro reverberating around the room. Moving her hands to each side she 
started tugging the short over his hips, revealing his pubic hair and then 
the base of his cock. For a couple of seconds she stared at the wide base 
and then with one more tug the shorts feel away, gathering around his ankles 
letting his cock bounce free. He wasn't wearing underwear, so there it was, 
only inches from her face, waiting for her to suck it until once again he 
filled her mouth with his come. It was in that half state, not hanging down 
small and innocent or pointing up hard and strong but half way between, 
already thick and getting hard but curved with the head still pointing down. 
As she watched it continued to grow till within a few seconds it was 
completely hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling. She could feel saliva 
building in her mouth as she stared at it, preparing to once again suck his 
cock. Licking her lips, she reached up and lent forward, planting a sloppy 
kiss on the smooth head.
From the moment her tongue came out to lick her lips, time slowed. He 
watched the tip of her tongue trace her bottom and top lips in slow motion. 
Then she was leaning towards his cock, her lips puckered, glistening. Her 
lips briefly touched the head of his cock and he couldn't hold back a small 
groan! Heaven once again!
Hearing his groan she smiled to herself. Good, he liked it. She was doing 
the right thing. Dropping her head down and tilting it to the side she 
kissed the base of his shaft just above his ball sack, remembering to give 
her own little moan as she licked him. As she repeated this, each time 
moving about a half inch up his shaft, she started to register his scent. 
Freshly showered mixed with that really nice male scent she'd started to 
recognise over the last few days. She wasn't sure why, but smelling his 
scent seemed to make doing this easier to deal with.
When she reached the head of his cock she looked up at him, pausing for a 
moment before taking it into her mouth and sucking as hard as she could.
"Oh yeah! Good. Thank you! Oh wow!"
As demeaning as it was, kneeling here and sucking his cock, she did like the 
adoring look in his eyes. She was giving him pleasure, her mouth, her lips 
were controlling his pleasure and that had to be good because if she was 
giving him pleasure then he wasn't likely to hurt her later, was he? For 
about thirty seconds she sucked his swollen cockhead as hard as she could 
before easing off. She'd decided to experiment like that woman in the videos 
said to do, try some different things and see how he responded. Keeping his 
cockhead in her mouth and not breaking eye contact she started swirling her 
tongue round and round. Although he moaned again, she could see confusion 
building in his eyes now that she'd stopped actually sucking him. She let 
another inch of his cock into her mouth and before he could order her to 
start sucking him again, she started flicking the tip of her tongue as 
rapidly as she could back and forth across the little ridge of skin under 
his cockhead.
"Oh fuck! Yes! Fucking shit that's so fucking good!"
He liked that too! Good. Closing her eyes she concentrated on licking his 
cock, keeping her tongue moving over the head and the underside as long as 
she could. She cradled his balls with one hand while she gripped the middle 
of his shaft with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand. She started 
working the skin back and forward over the rock hard inner surface. She 
still didn't understand how this was possible, how she could pull the skin 
on his cock so far without it hurting him. And it obviously didn't hurt!
Touching and playing with his cock, and having it in her mouth shouldn't 
feel good but it did. She like the shape, the feel, even the smell of it and 
by now she was past caring about what that must make her, by now she 
accepted that she was a slut.
Through a growing fog of pleasure Richard managed to remember that last 
night he'd thought of a new position to try when she sucked him off and they 
couldn't really do it here. He stroked her beautiful hair, loath to 
interfere with the wonderful time his cock was having but he really did want 
to try the new position. Reluctantly he gripped her head, easing her off his 
cock, taking a couple of deep breaths so he could focus.
As he continued to hold her head she looked up at him worried that she might 
have done something wrong. Wrapping her hand around his shaft she held it 
tighter as she continued jacking him off hoping he'd at least like that. She 
probably should have just sucked him like she'd done other times instead of 
trying to experiment. Damm, she hoped he wasn't too angry with her.
"Sorry master. I'll suck you properly, okay?"
"What? No, no. That was great. It's just that there's something else, 
something else I want to try if that's okay?"
"What?"
"Can we try something else?"
"Oh, um, yes master."
Phew, it was okay. Not only okay, he was also smiling at her, sort of like 
the smile you got from a kid who'd been given a great present. This was too 
weird. He was asking her if they could do something, not just telling her 
what to do.
"Cool. Okay but we'll have to go upstairs probably. Um, in my room. Here."
Taking her hand he helped her up intending to lead her upstairs but somehow 
as she stood it seemed natural for their lips to meet. As their tongues 
touched, his arms wrapped around her and hers went around his neck. He 
dropped his hands lower so he could hold her beautiful butt pulling her to 
him. He could feel his cock pressing against her stomach, which made him 
realise that his t- shirt was stopping him properly feeling her boobs 
against his chest. Breaking the kiss he ripped off his t-shirt before 
locking lips with her again.
Much better. Except that maybe they'd be more comfortable on the ground 
cause if they lay down it wouldn't take much to be inside her, to have his 
cock in her pussy again which would be even better than much better. He 
couldn't believe how much he wanted her, wanted to be inside her. It was 
like an ache. He started kissing along her neck up to her ears.
"Mmm. What is it you want to try?"
Wrong! Maybe he wanted to do something horrible, something she'd hate. She 
should have shut up. Although the way he was nibbling on her earlobe and the 
way his hands were playing with her bum was anything but horrible. With one 
hand she started playing with his hair while she dropped the other down to 
his bum.
"What?"
"Mmm, oh, nothing. Ohh!"
Her grip on his bum and his hair tightened as he licked along the outside of 
her ear. So exciting!
"Want to try? Hmmm. Yeah, upstairs."
"Eek!"
He'd swept her up in his arms.
"Let's go!"
He bent down to give her another quick kiss before heading upstairs.
She hung on tight, her head tucked in under his chin, her fears all but gone 
as he carried her up the stairs. His energy was different today. It was fun, 
unthreatening, and she felt certain nothing bad was going to happen. He 
probably wanted to try a different position like he did the other day when 
they'd done it in that doggie position. She'd known they'd be making love 
today so a new position might be fun.
Reaching his room he let her down but her arms stayed around his neck and it 
was only natural that their lips met again. She left one hand at his neck 
but brought the other down, questing for where his hard cock was caught 
between their bodies. Pulling her hips back to give herself room she started 
slowly jerking him off again.
It was only as they kissed that he realised what he'd done and how dangerous 
it was. Dumb! He'd asked her if they could do something? She was his slave, 
he told her what to do, he didn't ask her permission. He'd have to be really 
careful in case she started to get the wrong idea about their relationship. 
Certainly wouldn't hurt to remind her what she was to him except that the 
way she was jerking his cock was very nice and it probably wouldn't hurt to 
let her know that as well.
"Mmmm. That's nice slave, very nice."
Perfect! He told her he liked what she was doing at the same time as he 
reminded her that she was his slave!
"Do you want me to keep sucking you off or do you want to do something else 
master?"
"Um, no. Sucking. Yeah."
She started to drop to her knees telling herself it was stupid to feel 
disappointed that they weren't going to make love. Before she could kneel 
however he'd grabbed her elbows holding her up.
"No, not like that. On the bed. You'll need to be on the bed."
As she tentatively smiled up at him he thought for a moment that his heart 
would break she looked so beautiful, so desirable. And she was his, all his 
to love and hold.
"Okay."
She climbed up on the bed, still smiling as she squatted, hands on her 
thighs, waiting for him to join her. He'd intended telling her the position 
to get into but seeing her kneeling in the middle of his bed, looking so 
incredibly cute he forgot all about that. Instead he joined her on the bed, 
kissing her again, holding her so that her boobs were pressed against his 
chest, her hard nipples drilling holes into him.
All he had to do was topple them to one side, roll on top of her and within 
a minute they'd be making love. Except they'd done that more than once and 
now he wanted to try new things, to explore and find out how much he liked 
other ways of having sex. He brought his right hand around between then and 
cupped her pussy, working his middle finger between her pussy lips before 
slipping it into her causing her to moan into his mouth. He loved making her 
moan! He loved the feel of her wet pussy grasping his finger! He slid his 
finger in and out a few times before reluctantly withdrawing it.
"Tempting, very tempting but maybe later. Um, can you lie down. Nope, other 
way. Yeah. Further down. Here, put this under you. Yep, good. Further, 
further. Yeah, that's perfect."
Once he was satisfied with her position Richard got off the bed and stood at 
the foot. Wow, it looked amazing. He had her positioned on her back, legs 
together and arms by her side. But the amazing part was her head, which was 
hanging over the end of the bed, perfectly positioned for him to deep throat 
her.
"Okay. This way I should be able to get my cock in your mouth and you know, 
into your throat. So you can take me all the way into your mouth but I'll be 
doing the work. I'll be controlling it, you know, like, um, it's like I'll 
be fucking your throat sort of."
As soon as he'd made her put her head over the edge of the bed she'd guessed 
what it was about. When she'd been searching on the net, looking up how to 
deep throat, she'd read about this sort of thing on one of the sites she'd 
come across. It said you should only do this with someone you really 
trusted, that it could hurt the woman otherwise. But if she said no, refused 
to do this then he'd be hurting the woman for sure anyway! Maybe he wouldn't 
get mad if she asked him to be careful. She lifted her head, straining to 
look at him from this upside down position.
"Master?"
"Yeah?"
"Um, you have to be careful."
"What?"
"I mean please be careful? The other night, when I was online, you know, 
when I was learning how to, um, deep throat you... your cock, it said that, 
um, that it was hard if a guy wanted to, you know, wanted to do what you 
want to do... fuck me... my throat. They just said you have to be careful 
otherwise you could hurt the girl's throat I guess."
"Hey, that's ok. I'll be really careful. I mean I don't... I won't hurt your 
throat. Promise."
"Thank you master."
"That's cool. Anyway, this should be work and you've sucked me all the way 
before. With you like this apparently your throat should be open or in a 
straight line or something like that. So my cock should be able to go into 
your throat without any problem."
"Yes master."
She dropped her head back down, staring at his knees, doing her best to 
control the fear as she waited.
With her head tipped over the side of the bed and a pillow under her upper 
back, her boobs were pulled tight, flattened down so they appeared to be 
only half their normal size if even that. Her boobs might be flattened in 
this position but her nipples sure weren't. They were swollen and if 
anything this position made them looked bigger. Reaching out he took them 
between thumb and finger, gently twisting them.
"Ohh!"
Her body had actually jerked when he gripped them and he realised that she 
was tense, probably because she was unsure about how it would go when he got 
his cock into her throat. Then he realised that he was also unsure, a little 
nervous about this but that was dumb. She was his slave and he could do 
anything he wanted with her so there was no reason to be nervous. Releasing 
her nipples, he took his cock in one hand and aimed it down towards her 
mouth. As he gripped his cock a drop of pre- cum appeared at the top.
When he'd touched her nipples she'd thought she was going to jump through 
the roof she was so keyed up. Now his knees were moving, he seemed to be 
crouching a bit and she could clearly see his cock because he was holding it 
down, pointing it straight at her face. She opened her mouth, ready to start 
sucking, ready to lick off the drop of that clear slippery stuff sitting on 
the hole at the top. But he seemed to be off target, aiming too low. She 
tried to get her head down further but then she realised he wasn't aiming 
for her mouth. She shuddered as his cockhead touched her forehead and he 
wiped the sticky stuff across her forehead and then down her nose. It was 
almost like he was anointing her, marking her as his property.
Having smeared a trail of pre-cum over her forehead and nose, he proceeded 
to move his cockhead all over her face getting closer and closer to her open 
mouth. He was about to enter when he thought of something else he could try 
before actually fucking her throat. Straightening up, he shuffled forward, 
capturing her head between his legs. Perfect. He could feel his balls 
against her forehead, then over her nose and finally poised against her 
mouth.
"Lick them. Oh yeah!"
He hadn't needed to tell her what to do as she'd realised as soon as she saw 
them approaching what he wanted. Opening her mouth wide, she captured his 
right ball, closing her lips around it as she carefully sucked on the 
strange ovoid, licking it all over. Once she was sure she'd covered it in 
her spit she let it out so she could do the same with the other one. In this 
position she was looking right up at his puckered arsehole, only a couple of 
inches above her. Once she finished with his balls she supposed she should 
do him there as well.
As she sucked his balls his hands were busy with her boobs, lightly circling 
them with his fingers, occasionally slipping over her swollen nipples. Her 
arms were by her side but as he watched they tentatively moved over the bed 
and then curved around his legs till her hand gripped the top of his thighs. 
She pulled on his thighs and he wasn't sure what she was doing until he felt 
something tickling his anus. Fuck! She was licking him there again! He 
groaned, his fingers gripping her stretched out boobs.
"Oh yeah! Fuck, lick me!"
For the next few minutes she mindlessly moved back and forth between his 
balls and his anus, licking and sucking him as he continued to tease her 
boobs and nipples. Then he was pulling back, his saliva slick balls 
reversing over her forehead.
Holding his cock with one hand he angled it down again as his other hand 
held the side of her face. This time as he moved forward his cock entered 
her waiting mouth. He didn't try to push into her throat though. Instead he 
angled to the side so his cockhead was pushing into her cheek. He loved the 
way it looked, her cheek bulging out and knowing it was his cock causing 
that! He moved from side to side, playing with her mouth as her tongue 
licked at his cock, starting to cover it with saliva.
Soon however he tired of this game because what he really wanted to see was 
not her cheek, but her throat bulging with his cock. Straightened up, he 
started slowly rocking back and forth, working his cock in her mouth. Soon 
with each thrust he was burying more than half his shaft in her mouth. Her 
lips were sealed tight and she was now sucking hard, her cheeks, which had 
been bulging with his cockhead a few seconds ago, were now dimpled from the 
power of her suction.
He kept this up for a couple of minutes, letting her massage his cock with 
her lips and tongue, while still being careful not to go to far. It was a 
growing hunger though and soon he had to go further, so he started letting 
her lips reach a fraction further along his shaft with each forward plunge 
till on one thrust he hit something. Her throat. Now he had to do it.
Trouble was he wasn't completely sure how. Of course if he wanted to he 
could just let it rip, fuck straight into her throat but there was no way 
he'd do that, not now. But there was also no way he was going to ask her 
what to do. Shit, he should have looked it up the way she had but it was too 
late for that now. He'd read about it enough in stories but although they 
described fucking the girl's throat, they really didn't say how you did it. 
And the films weren't much use. Most seemed to be about how to make the girl 
gag or even throw-up. He didn't mind watching that on a vid but it wasn't 
something he thought he wanted to experience himself. Gross!
Slow. In some of the video's where the girl took it all the way, they seemed 
to do it slowly, as though they were working the guy's cock into their 
throat. That would probably be best. He pulled back a fraction of an inch 
then carefully lent in.
"Oh fuck!!"
He was in! She'd stopped sucking but she was doing something in her mouth 
and whatever it was, it had worked. His cockhead had touched her throat, 
almost stopped then continued and he could feel her throat gripping the 
first inch of his cock. He couldn't see anything happen with her throat yet 
but was definitely in there and it was awesome. He slowly backed up till his 
cockhead popped out of her throat.
"Oh fuck! Amazing!"
This time he'd go further cause there was at least another two inches of his 
cock to go before he'd have all of it in her mouth. Using the same 
technique, he leant forward, felt the barrier and before he knew it he was 
inside. He kept going, watching more of his shaft disappear into her mouth 
as her throat gripped his cock. When he saw movement in her throat he froze. 
Shit. That looked so weird, her throat pushing out like that. There was 
still maybe an inch of his cock to go but he slowly pulled back, watching 
the bulge in her throat disappear.
Now he was going to go all the way, going to bury his cock all the way in 
her beautiful mouth. First the barrier, then he was inside, watching her 
throat bulge as more and more of his shaft disappeared. Shit! Fucking 
unbelievable, he'd done it! Her lips were pressed into his groin and he was 
pretty sure his balls were resting on her nose. He only held it for a couple 
of seconds before pulling out again. He needed a moment to collect himself 
before he really started to fuck her throat. Fuck her throat. That's what he 
was doing! He was fucking Janet's throat!!
By now he had both hands on her head, his thumbs along her jaw line and his 
fingers reaching down her neck. He watched as her chest heaved, apparently 
taking in big breaths. Good. That would probably mean he could stay inside 
her throat longer if she'd taken a big breath.
He waited for her chest to rise again and then lent forward sinking once 
more into her throat. The feeling was exquisite, especially on his cockhead. 
Taking a breath he retreated about an inch then pushed forward again. Back, 
forward. Back, forward. Back, forward. Then he pulled all the way back till 
only his cockhead was in her mouth. Wow! That had been intense!
During all this her hands were holding his thighs. Each time he entered her 
throat he was conscious of them gripping him tighter but she didn't try to 
stop him, didn't try to pull him out. She seemed to like sucking him off, or 
at least she said she did, so maybe she was enjoying this also.
Enjoyment wasn't the right word but thankfully it wasn't horrible, as she'd 
feared it would be. The first couple of times she'd been scared that he'd 
ram his cock in and she wouldn't have time to adjust but he didn't, he was 
taking it slowly which gave her the time she needed. When he went all the 
way on his third stroke and her lips were pressed into his pubic hair, her 
nose smothered by his balls it felt surreal. An image of what she had become 
flashed through her mind and she shivered with the impact. She was a thing 
for him to fuck anyway he wanted - her pussy, her arse, her throat, even her 
tits. She really was his toy.
No, not just toy. She remembered something he'd made her say a few days ago. 
Fuck toy! She was his fuck toy. At the time she didn't fully understand what 
that meant but now she did. Her purpose in life was to serve him, to let him 
to use her body in any way he wanted to so he could come, so he could fill 
her or even cover her with his come. As he started fucking his cock in her 
throat, she shuddered again, wanting to hate it, wanting to hate being his 
fuck toy but she couldn't. She might be able to hate him but not what he was 
doing. Not when she knew she was getting wet from this, knew her nipples 
were hard and starting to ache.
All Richard was thinking was how good his cock felt as he set up a rhythm, 
fucking her beautiful face. Into her throat, work it for about ten seconds 
then out again to let her get her breath. Unconsciously the ten seconds 
started to grow and soon he was in her throat for at least half a minute at 
a time. He moved his hands down further so he could really feel the movement 
of his cock. Fucking A! The pressure, especially on his cockhead was so 
amazing that all too soon he could feel himself getting close to coming. No, 
not yet, he wanted this one to last much longer. He withdrew from her throat 
then slowly pulled his cock all the way out of her sucking mouth.
By the time he took his cock out of her mouth Janet was way beyond any 
coherent thought and when he started wiping his saliva coated cock shaft all 
over her face all she could do was moan, wanting more not less. Opening her 
eyes she peered up to see his sweaty arse and balls. Without really thinking 
about it she tightened her grip on his thighs, pulling him forward as she 
craned her head up till she could lick his arse crack. She repositioned her 
hands, grasping his arse cheeks, pulling them apart so she could get in 
closer, licking the edges of his bum, working her way in till the tip of her 
tongue found his arsehole. She pushed up even harder, trying to drill her 
tongue into him as she heard him moan and then she moaned as she felt his 
hand on her pussy.
When he felt her bury her face in his arse, he'd wanted to do something in 
return so he'd reached down to her pussy, cupping it, feeling the heat and 
wetness, running his fingers through her slippery folds. As her mouth moved 
forward, capturing one of his balls, she spread her legs wide, her feet 
coming up to her bum, tilting her pussy up and he slipped two fingers 
between her lips and into her cunt. He pumped his fingers in her cunt and 
her sucking went up a notch to the point where he thought she was going to 
hurt his ball but then she eased off. Pulling his fingers out, he brought 
them up to his face, sniffing the wonderful aroma before putting them in his 
mouth so he could suck off her pussy juice.
He stood over her, hands on his hips, letting his wonderful slave girl go 
back and forth, sucking on his balls and licking her arse. Then one of her 
hands came around, searching for his cock. He watched as her small hand 
wrapped around his cock and she started jerking him off. This was amazing, 
far beyond his wildest dreams. He'd thought she'd probably lie there like a 
log while he fucked her mouth but she seemed to be totally getting into it.
Watching her hand glide back and forth on his prick was great but now he 
wanted to be in her mouth again. He carefully pulled back but he didn't need 
to reposition his cock this time. She was doing it for him, angling it down 
till he could move forward straight into her waiting mouth. She immediately 
started sucking, her hand going back to hold his thighs as his hands once 
more held her face, his fingers waiting to feel his cock opening up her 
throat again.
He let her suck him for a while, her tongue coating his shaft with saliva 
again before he lent forward.
"Oh fuck yeah! In your throat!"
He didn't waste time on the preliminaries but carefully sunk his cock all 
the way in till he had her lips mashed into his groin. He stayed like that 
for close to a minute, enjoying her sucking mouth and the tightness of her 
throat before pulling back so she could get a breath. Sucking! Every other 
time he'd been in her throat she'd stopped sucking but this time, she'd 
somehow kept it up.
Janet wasn't all that surprised when he pushed his cock all the way in but 
she was surprised when she realised she'd kept sucking. She hadn't known she 
could do that with him in her throat. The way he was moaning, he obviously 
liked it so she kept it up as he fucked his cock in her throat.
Richard soon re-established a rhythm, fucking all the way in, then moving 
back and forth with his cock still in her throat for up to a minute till he 
pulled back out so she could get her breath. He felt like he could do this 
forever. The incredible feel of her throat gripping and massaging his cock 
head would push him closer to coming, then he'd pull out of her throat and 
the pressure to come would lessen.
As they settled into a rhythm, Janet slipped into a trance like state, her 
mind drifting, thoughts tumbling and spinning. She was trying to understand, 
trying to work out what she was, what she was becoming. Sadist. No, that was 
wrong. Sadist was the one who hurt someone. Richard maybe? Maybe he was a 
sadist. M word. That was the other one. Maoist? That was it she thought. 
Maybe that's what she was maybe she was a maoist. Except she didn't like 
being hurt, not really hurt and she was sure that they liked to be hurt. But 
she'd never have thought she could enjoy lying down like this while someone 
fucked her throat.
No, she wasn't enjoying it, not really. She couldn't be.
Submissive... maybe that was it. There was a movie that she'd seen where a 
girl was forced to do things by a guy and the girl had liked it, liked being 
tricked into things. Marcia had made fun of it, calling the girl submissive 
but Janet remembered that she'd thought it might be okay to not have to be 
in charge all the time, to sometimes let the guy be in charge.
Her musings were interrupted as she sensed him speeding up.
It was when he thought about how he would soon be pumping his come directly 
into her stomach that he went over the edge. As he felt his balls tighten 
and the first pulse moving down his cock he held her head tightly to his 
groin. His legs started trembling and with each spurt he cried out as he 
pulled on her head. Six. Seven. Finally with the last spurt he relaxed his 
grip and reluctantly let his cock slip from her throat.
She'd had a moment of fear when he gripped her head but then all her 
attention was on the pulses coming down his cock. She felt it on her top lip 
as each spurt came down his shaft and then it was gone, splashing into her 
stomach before she'd even had a chance to taste it. She silently counted the 
pulses, her mouth still sucking on him till there was no more and he slowly 
pulled out of her throat. He left his cock in her mouth though and she was 
rewarded with a couple of last drops of his come as she continued to suck 
and lick him.
Rewarded? What the hell was she thinking? Okay, so she liked the taste but 
why was she thinking of it as a reward? And she wasn't a submissive. She was 
his slave, forced to do all this and that was all there was to it! 
Everything she did was only so he wouldn't hurt her.
He loved that she was still sucking him but sometimes, especially after a 
really big come, his cock became sensitive and this was one of those times. 
He eased out of her mouth and collapsed onto the bed alongside her, staring 
at her beautiful calf then her knee then her thigh. He was momentarily 
confused and then realised that she was moving along the bed, probably 
getting her head back on the bed.
Once he'd fallen onto the bed she felt it was probably okay for her to get 
her head back up on the bed. As she carefully wriggled along the bed she had 
to stifle a sudden giggle. Maoist! Chinese!!! The word was masochist, duh. 
That's what she wasn't, not a Maoist, which of course she also wasn't. Or a 
submissive!
Chapter 22: Food, Glorious Food
Lying there with his head turned to the side, only inches from her leg he 
was most definitely perplexed. He didn't understand how her leg, her skin 
could be so fascinating. After all it was only a leg, wasn't it? Of course 
it was different to his thick, hairy, ugly legs. Maybe that was it. Maybe it 
was because her legs were so smooth, so graceful, so delicate, like they 
were a work of art or something. Someone should use her as a model and 
sculpt her legs, sculpt her whole body she was so perfect. Leaning forward 
his lips brushed the side of her thigh. Nice. He was kissing the leg of the 
girl he loved.
Slowly lifting his head off the bed, he peeked over the top of her thigh 
till her pubic hair came into view. Wow, what a sight! Not coarse and thick 
like his hair, hers was fine, like strands of silk. He raised his head a 
fraction more till her mound and the top of her slightly puffy pussy lips 
were revealed. Indescribable really. He'd seen zillions of pictures in 
magazines and on the internet but this, the overpowering reality of her 
pussy was indescribable. So much more beautiful than anything he'd ever seen 
or imagined.
Of course the really great thing was that he didn't have to imagine anymore. 
It was real, she was real and anything he wanted to do they could do. They 
could make love, they could fuck and suck as often as they wanted, anything. 
After all she'd just let him throat fuck her hadn't she? Anything! Even...
"Hey, you had breakfast yet?"
Janet raised her head from the bed to find him smiling at her.
"Yeah."
"Oh. I haven't."
"Oh, um sorry. I didn't know. Um, you want me to get you something? Want me 
to make you breakfast master?"
"Well, I thought I might eat here. You know, breakfast in bed?"
"Okay."
"So you're okay with that?"
"Yes, of course. Um, do you want me to get it for you?"
"Yeah. Nah. Well, yes. Sorry, what I mean is you don't have to go anywhere 
but I'd be great if you could, you know, like provide breakfast if that's 
okay with you?"
"Provide? I'm sorry, I don't understand mast... ohhh!"
He'd buried his face between her legs, his tongue licking her slit. For a 
second she thought he must have changed his mind about having breakfast but 
then she realised! She was breakfast! She'd thought he was mad at her 
because she'd already had breakfast but he wasn't cause he was going to eat 
her. Eat her pussy for breakfast. Hee hee! That was funny. She tried 
unsuccessfully to stifle her laugh.
As he licked back and forth, savouring the wonderful sweet taste of her 
pussy Richard felt quite pleased with himself. Especially when she laughed 
at his lame joke. Lifting his head from her pussy he was even more pleased 
to see she was smiling at him.
"So, you don't mind being my breakfast?"
He expected her to say she liked it, or some such thing but she didn't say 
anything. Instead the smile slipped from her face and she started to chew 
her bottom lip. He knew this look. She did this when she was trying to 
decide something big or when there was a problem but he couldn't see what 
he'd done wrong. Then she seemed to reach a decision and the smile returned.
"Nope."
She was moving, twisting around and repositioning her body across the bed, 
her left leg lifting up in the air, travelling over his head. By the time 
she was settled again her legs were spread on either side of his head, her 
feet pulled up to her bum, knees apart as she propped herself on her elbows. 
Her smile was tentative now, as though she wasn't one hundred percent 
certain she'd done the right thing.
"Um, breakfast... breakfast is served."
If it wasn't that he'd come only a minute ago, Richard was pretty sure he 
would have come again on the spot. 'Breakfast is served!' Fucking hell, he'd 
never imagined anyone ever saying something like that to him and he couldn't 
remember ever read something like that in any of his sex stories. It was 
probably the sexiest thing, she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, heard, 
imagined, whatevered!
As for Janet she was having trouble believing she'd just done what she'd 
did, let alone what she'd said. Breakfast is served? She could feel her face 
burning with embarrassment and to make it worse, he hadn't reacted, hadn't 
said anything. He was staring at her with a sort of dumbfounded look on his 
face. She dropped her eyes down, convinced she'd just made a really big 
mistake and he was going to get angry with her again.
It seemed to take forever before his brain was back in gear. Finally though 
he knew what how to respond to her amazing offer and he moved, repositioning 
himself till he was squatting between her legs, staring at her pussy.
"Hmm, breakfast sure looks totally yummy this morning. Nope, that's wrong, 
it's more than yummy, breakfast looks totally beautiful."
Immense relief. He was okay with what she'd done. Of course she would never 
have said something like that, let alone done what she did if she wasn't his 
slave and had to do these things. Maybe she'd have thought of doing it but 
that definitely would have been it. But being a slave meant she had to do 
these things, had to say them to keep him happy so it was good that she'd 
done it.
When he slipped his arms under her thighs and pulled her lower half up in 
the air, bringing her pussy off the bed and up to his waiting mouth she 
couldn't hold in her surprised squeal. Her shoulders were now between his 
knees, her ankles over his shoulders and she was looking up her body at him. 
In this position, half doubled over, she could see her pussy and she held 
her breath as she watched his outstretched fingers moving till they touched 
her pussy lips and he used them to spread her lips apart, exposing her 
inside... exposing her cunt... her wet cunt! She could see she was wet, that 
her cunt was wet! Oh god, he'd know she was excited; know she was getting 
turned on. Although maybe it was a good thing she was turned on by what they 
were doing and that he knew it because that was one of the slave things, 
being sexual, getting turned on. And it was just her body responding, not 
her mind. She couldn't help it if her body got turned on could she?
She also couldn't help how hot and how incredibly sexy it was seeing him 
between her legs, his face inches from her pussy, his fingers holding her 
pussy lips apart. Then it became even hotter, sexier as, with his eyes 
locked onto hers, his tongue came out and he slowly lowered his head till 
his tongue touched her. As he ever so slowly ran his tongue through her 
pussy her whole body shuddered and she whimpered, thinking for a second that 
she might even pass out with the sensory overload.
"You know, it's not just your pussy that's beautiful. It's like everything, 
you know? You are the most beautiful..."
Whatever else he was going to say was lost as his mouth descended onto her 
pussy, his tongue spearing into her cunt. Beautiful? She was the most 
beautiful what?
"Oh... oh yeah!"
Another shudder ran through her body as his tongue spread her open, pushing 
into her cunt. Having his mouth on her pussy, his tongue in her cunt, was so 
deliciously naughty, far more so than any of the other things they'd done. 
Of course when he fingered her it was great but she'd been doing that to 
herself for ages so it wasn't really anything new. And having his cock 
inside her felt amazing but she'd known for a long time that one day she'd 
have sex and after all having a cock in her cunt was similar to being 
fingered. Well slightly similar. Okay, really only a tiny bit similar cause 
his cock was so much bigger than her fingers and it went so much further 
inside her. Even having his cock in her bum wasn't... no, it was different 
and she'd sure never thought that she'd have a cock back there, but even 
though it was different, at the same time it was sort of like having his 
cock in her cunt which was sort of like having his finger in her cunt which 
was like having her finger in her cunt.
But having Richard's mouth and tongue on her pussy was totally unlike 
anything she'd ever experienced. Sure, she'd tried to imagine what 'oral 
sex' might feel like when she read articles in magazines on sex, or saw 
scenes in movies where the guy's head disappeared below the woman's waist, 
but what she'd imagined was absolutely nothing like this. She'd thought the 
feelings would be similar to when she rubbed her fingers over her pussy but 
it so wasn't like that at all. His tongue was nothing like her fingers or 
his fingers or anybodies fingers. His tongue was firm and soft, slippery and 
wet, his lips were soft and firm, smooth and sucking, and it seemed to be 
all at the same time. And when he reached her clitoris!
"Ohhh. Mmmmm."
She wondered if she'd ever get used to it, ever become blas' about having 
her pussy eaten. She sure hoped not.
Richard was similarly wondering if he'd ever become inured to eating pussy, 
if the taste would ever become boring. Somehow it didn't seem possible. It 
was too... intoxicating? He wasn't sure if that was the right word but if 
felt like it could be. Lifting his head up he intently studied her pussy, 
another thing he was sure he'd never become bored with. Sure, he'd seen 
thousands of pussies on the internet but this was so different, this was so 
real. Besides, so many of the ones he'd seen weren't beautiful whereas 
Janet's pussy was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. Her pussy 
was so clean and delicate, and it was all his to explore and lick and kiss 
as much as he wanted to.
So for the next ten minutes, that's exactly what he did. He kissed and 
licked her pussy, exploring every square inch he could reach. He started 
with her cunt, pushing his tongue as far inside as he could. Then, with his 
lips pressed against her pussy, he jabbed his tongue in and out, gathering 
as much of her pussy juice as he could. Tongue fucking! He was tongue 
fucking her!
Janet loved it when his tongue was going in and out of her, sort of like he 
was using it to fuck her. Apart from the buzz she got from knowing his 
tongue was inside her pussy, his top lip was up against her clit and that 
really started getting her excited. Not that she didn't like his tongue 
pushing into her, spreading her open, but his lip rubbing against her 
clitoris; that was totally good.
Then way too soon he stopped tonguing her and started sucking her pussy 
lips. He'd grab them between his lips and sort of play with them, which 
wasn't going to make her come anytime soon. Not that if felt bad or anything 
but she wasn't sure why he was doing it. After a couple of minutes of that, 
he started licking all over her pussy but he was only using the very tip of 
his tongue with so little pressure that she barely felt it. It was more of a 
tickling feeling than anything sexy. Next, he started blowing on her pussy, 
which also sort of tickled but ultimately started to feel frustrating.
Not that she would dare say anything to him but she didn't get what he was 
doing until she took a moment to look at his face. It was only then that she 
realised how totally into this he was, how much he seemed to be enjoying 
kissing her, licking her, playing with her pussy and that's when it hit her. 
He wasn't trying to make her come, he was playing with her, playing with her 
pussy. A tremor ran through her body and her hands came up to hold her 
boobs, her fingers squeezing her nipples. He was playing with her pussy 
while she watched and that's when it stopped being frustrating. Hopefully 
later it would become really enjoyable, as in orgasm type of enjoyable, but 
for now it was pretty amazing knowing Richard was so into her.
Richard of course was totally oblivious to all this. He assumed she was 
enjoying what he was doing because she wasn't complaining and besides, he 
was definitely enjoying it. However at the moment he wasn't all that 
concerned with her enjoyment. If anything, he didn't want her to enjoy what 
he was doing too much because he didn't want her to come till he'd licked 
and sucked lots more of her pussy juice up. Blowing on her pussy wasn't all 
that interesting though because if he was blowing, he wasn't tasting. 
Although she had shuddered and grabbed her boobs just after he started 
blowing so he guessed she liked it.
He almost stopped so he could watch her playing with her nipples but the 
smell of her pussy, the lure of eating her was too strong so he bowed down 
and started licking, focusing on her pussy lips. He loved playing with these 
two delicate strips of skin that came down either side of her cunt from the 
little cover over her clitoris. As well as licking them he liked to grab 
them with his lips and stretch them out till they slipped from his grasp. 
They weren't big like lots of the girls in the pornos but that was okay 
because to him these twin pink flaps were the perfect size, opening out to 
reveal the inner treasure where all that sweet pussy juice came from.
As much as he loved playing with her pussy lips, this was meant to be 
breakfast so soon he had his tongue back in her cunt, lapping at her, 
digging in as deep as he could. He pressed his lips as tightly as he could 
against her pussy and sucked, trying to draw as much juice out of her cunt 
as he could. Heaven!
Except that as hot as it was having her body like this he couldn't really 
get at all the spots he wanted to play with. Taking one last lick through 
her slit, he eased her legs off his shoulder, kissing his way along her 
thigh and calf as he crawled back.
"Just want to get more comfortable, you know."
Although she looked up at him it didn't really look like she was seeing him. 
Her eyes were hazy and out of focus.
"Hello?"
"What?"
"Just getting in a better possie, okay?"
"Oh yeah, okay."
She wasn't sure what he was doing as he moved her around on the bed but she 
desperately hoped he was going to finish what he'd started. By now she was 
really looking forward to coming although of course if he didn't want to 
keep going down on her there wasn't anything she could do about it.
Richard of course had every intention of eating her to a climax. He 
swivelled her around till she was lying across the bed, her bum right at the 
edge, her legs doubled over with her feet up by her head. Then he slipped 
off the bed to kneel at her pussy. Perfect! She was once again spread wide 
open, available for him to do whatever he wanted. He caressed the back of 
her thighs and her arse, taking a moment to drink in the sight before he 
lent in, his tongue extended.
"Oh, oh god!"
He was licking her there! He was licking her bum... her arsehole again. She 
lifted her head but all she could see now was the top of his head. Closing 
her eyes she dropped her head back down as her fingers found her nipples 
again. This was so amazing, having Richard kneeling at her pussy, licking 
her bum!
"Oh! Oh, oh yes!"
His tongue was like a little arrow, pushing against her bum, slowly forcing 
her open. It was so bad!! So wonderfully bad!!! So good!! She still couldn't 
believe what a turn on it was to have Richard's tongue licking her there.
Kissing her bum was good and the way she was moaning, he was pretty sure she 
agreed but after a few minutes he was ready now to move on to the more 
serious part of breakfast. Making her come. He spent some time licking the 
little bulge between her arsehole and her cunt, tongued some more juice from 
her cunt, licked her pussy lips again and finally descended on her clitoris.
He started by rubbing his tongue at the very top of the skin that hid her 
clit, slowly working down till he was able to push the hood back, 'freeing' 
her clit so he could work on it directly. He loved the feel of her clit, the 
skin was so smooth against his tongue as he circled it, trying to expose as 
much of it as he could.
By now Janet was getting desperate to come and when his tongue started on 
her clitoris she sighed in relief. Her sigh was quickly followed by a 
ongoing series of moans and whimpers as he licked and licked and licked.
"Oh fuck!"
He'd captured her clitoris between his lips, sucking really hard as he tried 
to pull the head of it into his mouth. That was good but what caused her to 
swear was when his teeth lightly brushed over it. Her body twitched and she 
literally saw stars as a burst of agonising pleasure exploded through her 
pussy.
Fortunately he kept his teeth away after that one brush because she truly 
didn't think she could have taken it if he'd done it again. What he did now 
was settle down to sucking her clit as his tongue flicked and rubbed over 
it. It felt so fucking good! She raised her head up, looking down her body. 
It also looked so fucking good! His head was between her legs twisting from 
side to side, his eyes were closed and his nose was buried in her pubic 
hair. Wow, what a sight! She dropped her head back down as she tightened her 
grip on her boobs. This must be close to heaven.
Over the last few days Richard had become pretty good at recognising when 
Janet was going to coming. Her breathing would become faster and she would 
start to moan a lot more. But the real give away was her body, which ever so 
slowly started to writhe. At first it was practically unnoticeable but as 
she got closer to climaxing it grew and grew.
It had started to happen now. Her breathing was faster, she was moaning and 
her body was starting to dance.
For a few seconds he thought about easing off, letting her calm down a bit 
so he could rev her up again but he quickly decided that he wanted her to 
come, he wanted to take her all the way now. This might well be the part 
about sex he loved the most, giving Janet orgasms and if he could he was 
determined to give her a really good one this time. He sucked harder, his 
tongue working furiously over her clit and that was all it took to send her 
over the top.
"Oh yeah! That's... yeah! Oh god yes!"
As she came, she started bucking and twisting so hard he had to clamp his 
hands on her thighs to keep her from getting away from him. It was a wild 
ride and lasted at least a minute before she started to calm down. Amazing. 
He'd done that, he'd brought her that pleasure. Yes!!
Once she stopped twisting and turning, he moved his mouth down from her clit 
to her cunt so he could lick up more of her juices. She seemed to be even 
wetter than before which was fine by him as he lapped at her sweet juice. 
This was definitely better than coco pops for breakfast!
Janet loved coming when she masturbated and till very recently she'd thought 
it was the ultimate physical experience. How wrong was that! Having someone 
else make you come was so much better, so much more intense. The sensations 
were way to complex for her to even beginning naming and it seemed to go on 
and on for much longer than when she masturbated. Finally however her mind 
managed to reconnect with her body and she was able to stop twitching and 
thrashing. Wowie, what a fucking amazing experience!
She was glad when he moved his mouth off her clit as it was feeling really 
sensitive. Way too sensitive for him to keep licking although of course if 
he had wanted to she wouldn't have been able to stop him. But it was nice to 
still having his mouth against her down there, especially when he started 
pressing his tongue into her again. This was definitely one of the good 
parts of being a slave! Shit, that was so stupid. There weren't any good 
parts to being a slave.
His mouth and tongue were starting to get a little tired from so much 
licking and sucking but he wanted more of her beautiful pussy juice. He 
moved his hands from her thigh down to her pussy, easily slipping two 
fingers into her. For the next couple of minutes, he pushed his fingers into 
her, twisted them around then pulled them out so he could suck her juices 
off them. Yum!
He didn't know how long he'd been kneeling but he now understood why the 
girls in the vids normally had a cushion to kneel to kneel on. His knees 
were getting sore. Carefully standing he kept his finger in her pussy as he 
joined her on the bed. After a little pushing and prodding he repositioned 
her in the middle of the bed as he crouched alongside her. The smouldering 
look in her eyes was all the reward he needed for all that work. Yep, she 
must have liked what he'd done to her!
"Well breakfast was okay, but..."
"But?"
"I really think I need a drink of milk, you know? Always have milk with 
breakfast."
"Milk? Oh, um, sure. Umm, you want me to get you a glass?"
She knew it was silly to feel disappointed but she did. She'd so totally 
loved the way he'd gone down on her and for some reason she'd thought that 
he'd like... no, he'd loved it too. But he'd said that breakfast was only 
'okay' and now he wanted her to get him a glass of milk. She must have 
misread him. Slave, that's what she was and she mustn't forget it.
"Nah, don't bother. I'll get it here."
"Oh okay? Here, where?"
She looked around, trying to work out where the milk could be in his room 
when his free hand circled the base of her right boob, squeezing, pushing 
her boob up. Her boob, the milk!
"Ohh. Milk like as in..."
Not that she could. He must know that. Of course he did, he was teasing her.
"If that's okay with you of course?"
"What? Yeah, of course you can, I mean I guess so. Although you know I can't 
guarantee the, you know, the milk."
He lowered his head and then stopped, only a couple of inches from her 
nipple as he licked his lips.
"Oh, so maybe I shouldn't bother? Is that what you're saying?"
"No, no! I mean yes, yes you should."
"Yeah? You're sure?"
He blew on her already hard nipple.
"Oh. Oh, yeah, yeah I'm sure. Cause you know, I just realised something. 
Maybe there will be milk. Maybe this time there will be and if you don't 
try, then we'd never know would we?"
"Okay, well if you're sure it's okay. I'll see what happens."
"Oh, yeah!"
He'd locked his lips around her nipple and started sucking. Her right hand 
snaked up his arm, over his shoulder till she was able to stroke his head, 
her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Hmmm, that's nice."
After sucking the hard nubbin for a couple of minutes he lifted his mouth 
from her nipple.
"Nope, this one doesn't seem to be working."
"Oh, sorry. I told you I didn't know if I could."
"Well, I guess that's it then, yeah?
"Yeah, sorry, I guess."
He moved his hand over to her other boob, grasping it around the base.
"Pity though. I was really looking forward to it."
"Hey, what about the other one? Maybe you should try it?"
"What?"
"My other boob. You know, the one you're holding now?"
"Wow, that's a great idea! And you know, I just thought of something else. 
What if I do this? Might help, you know, to get the milk thing happening?"
She'd almost forgotten that he still had a finger buried inside her pussy 
but when he started rubbing his thumb over her clit it certainly reminded 
her of where his other hand was.
"Mmm. Yeah, that could help. Definitely."
He spent another couple of minutes sucking her left nipple sending little 
tingles of pleasure through her breast. By now she had both hands on his 
head, holding him in place. All too soon he stopped though.
"Well I guess that one didn't work either."
"Oh no, sorry. It, it felt good though, I mean felt great you know, so I 
thought it might work. Um I know, maybe if you didn't just suck? I mean 
that's great but maybe if you used your tongue also?"
"My tongue? How do you mean?"
"What?"
"How would I use my tongue?"
"Oh, how? Oh, um, okay, well I guess if you kind of rub your tongue on my 
nipple. When you have it in your mouth. Like this?"
She opened her mouth and waggled her tongue back and forth a few times.
"Ok. Though I might have to get more of your boob in my mouth to do that 
properly. Is that okay?"
"Oh yeah. That's definitely okay. Ahh. Oh yeah, that's okay, that's 
perfect."
He'd taken at least a third of her boob and it looked amazing. Felt amazing 
too when he started working his tongue on her nipple.
"Oh god! Oh!"
As he alternated between flicking his tongue across her aching nipple and 
licking around it he slipped a second finger into her pussy and started 
moving them in and out. With this full assault on her boobs and pussy, the 
familiar feelings started to escalate. As they did, she needed something, 
wanted to do something that was about him, not just her. Her right hand 
dropped down from his head and moved to his lap finding his hard cock. It 
felt good under her hand as she ran her fingers across the smooth head and 
down the hard shaft till she was cradling his balls.
For the next ten minutes or so Richard moved from one boob to the other, 
kissing, licking and sucking while his fingers continued to pump in and out 
of her slick pussy. He loved that she'd started playing with his cock of her 
own accord, loved that her nipples were so hard, her pussy so wet and 
especially loved hearing her almost constant moans and whimpers.
When her fingers stopped moving on his cock and in his hair, and she started 
moaning even louder he figured that she must be getting close to coming 
again. Lifting his head from her nipple his eyes were drawn to where his 
fingers were ploughing into her cunt. He slowly increased the pace till it 
was a blur as he pumped as fast as he could. Her eyes had been closed but as 
the pace picked up they fluttered half open, and she looked at him, her 
mouth open, panting.
"Oh shit!"
"You close?"
"What? Yeah. Close. Oh god!"
He tried to move his fingers even faster, wanting her to come, wanting to be 
the one who made her come. The hand on his head dropped to his leg and she 
gripped his calf almost painfully while her other hand grabbed his thigh.
"Oh yeah, harder. Yeah!"
Harder? She'd asked him to do it harder? He thought it was only in bad porno 
that they said that, he didn't think it was something a girl would really 
say. But he sure wasn't going to argue with this request. So he did, not 
worrying about hurting her, his knuckles practically punching her pussy each 
time his fingers entered her.
That was all it took and less than a minute later her orgasm hit like a 
tidal wave. For a few seconds she froze, her eyes wide open and suddenly 
clear. Richard also froze, his fingers buried in her cunt as he felt it 
gripping them tighter than he would have thought possible. Then she exploded 
into action, screeching in passion as her legs locked together and she rose 
off the bed her arms wrapping around his body, nails digging into his back 
as she held him so tightly he had trouble breathing. Her mouth came down on 
his shoulder and she was actually biting him as the convulsions shook her 
body.
Wow! This was truly amazing, truly wonderful, being able to bring her so 
much pleasure. She was holding him so tightly that even if he wanted to get 
away he couldn't. Not that he wanted to get away, no way! He loved this, 
loved the way she was holding him, loved the way her body was jerking and 
twitching in his arms.
Finally it was over though and he could almost feel the tension draining out 
of her as she slid back down onto the bed, her legs relaxing, releasing his 
hand. His head followed her down and his lips found her, gently kissing her 
as he carefully pulled his fingers out of her cunt. Sitting back up he 
examined his fingers. They were soaked in her juice but more than that, they 
were wrinkled, like when they'd been in water too long. He licked his 
fingers clean, sucking every last trace of juice off them.
"Hmm. Tastes wonderful."
Then he lay down alongside her, his arm burrowing under her, holding her 
close as she snuggled into him, her head on his chest.
"Thank you."
"What?"
"Thank you for... that. It was so amazing. For a second I thought I was 
going to pass out when I came."
He held her tighter, kissing the top of her head.
"That's okay. My pleasure. Really. I mean I really loved doing that."
He liked doing it... eating her, going down on her, cunniling... shit! She'd 
thanked him for doing her but she was meant to thank him for coming in her, 
for 'giving' her his sperm! Probably not too late though.
"And thank you for... um, for coming. For fucking my throat... master."
"What? Oh... yeah... sure."
He'd loved it when she thanked him for making her come. Made him feel good 
probably because it sounded real, sounded truthful. Not that it didn't sound 
truthful when she'd just thanked him for fucking her throat but he knew that 
wasn't real. She was saying it cause she had to and it really sounded stupid 
to his ears now. It hadn't before though so he didn't know why it should 
now.
Fuck! Just when it seemed to be getting easy, it became complicated again. 
Bring on the picnic where they'd swim, eat, swim and that'd be it. Nothing 
confusing about that, thank heavens.
Chapter 23: Picnic
They lay side by side for at least ten minutes, lost in the afterglow. 
Initially her fingers had been moving on his stomach but now, apart from 
their breathing, all was still until finally Richard started to wonder if 
she'd fallen asleep.
"Picnic?"
"Hmmm?"
Okay, she was awake.
"Picnic? Still want to?"
"What? Oh yeah, sure. Of course."
Her fingers started moving again on his stomach. Almost ticklish but nice!
"Cool. Well it's like after eleven I think so I guess we'd better get 
moving."
"I guess."
"So. Moving? You're not moving."
"Oh, yeah, sorry. Yech!"
Coming down from her orgasm had been so wonderful. She'd felt like she was 
floating but at the same time she'd felt so drained that moving her limbs 
seemed an impossible task. Now though as she finally sat up she discovered 
wet spots under her bum and thighs. She looked down between her legs. Gross!
"What? What's wrong?"
"Oh, um, sorry, nothing. Just, you know, kinda wet down there."
Richard sat up, staring down between her legs at the couple of small damp 
patches on the sheet. Bending down between her spread legs he inhaled.
"Hmmm!"
He tilted his head till his lips found her stomach, landing just above her 
pubic hair and he started kissing his way up her body, along her belly, 
between her boobs till his lips found hers.
"You know what? I don't think I'm ever going to let anyone wash these sheets 
now. It's like so totally not gross. Smells heavenly!"
She could feel her cheeks flaming as she blushed. She kissed him back, her 
tongue darting into his mouth. Then he broke the kiss, grabbing her hand as 
he practically dragged her off the bed.
"Okay come on, shower. I'll clean you up if you like."
"Oh, um, ok."
They ended up in his parent's shower and once again Richard was washing her. 
She was still getting over her orgasm, no, her orgasms, so it was nice 
standing under the water, eyes closed as he soaped her body and then made 
sure she was rinsed off. Very nice, especially when he paid lots of 
attention to her pussy. Second time they'd showered together and both times 
he'd washed her. Hopefully this would become a habit!
"Ahh!! What! Cold!"
"Hey, I was getting worried you were going to fall asleep."
"Well I sure won't now."
Fifteen minutes later they were on their bikes, loaded up with food, drinks, 
towels and the picnic basket, heading off to Huckleberry Hill. For some 
reason they rode hard, almost racing each other and apart from a few shouted 
comments when they passed someone or something particularly interesting, 
they rode in silence.
When they finally arrived, they were both out of breath and took a couple of 
minutes to recover.
"Hey, want to swim first."
"Duh! I'm so sweaty. Good though. That was good. Really good ride."
"Yeah, cool. Okay so, tie our bikes up through here I guess and take 
everything with us in case?"
"Yeah, okay."
After they'd secured their bikes a few feet off the pathway they headed 
through the bush to the swimming hole, loaded down with their backpacks and 
the picnic basket. There was a path that wound down for about thirty feet 
before opening out onto the river. The path finished at a huge stone slab 
that jutted out about ten feet above the water. Below the slab there was a 
little cove, with a small sandy area to one side. They used the slab for 
sunbathing, diving off and storing their clothes so after putting their 
packs and the basket to one side they started undressing. Richard took all 
of five seconds to kick off his shoes, pull off his socks and discard his 
t-shirt. Janet lingered.
Suddenly the thong was a bad idea, a horribly embarrassing idea, the 
stupidest, dumbest idea she'd had for a long time. What was he going to 
think? He'd think she was a total slut of course, which she knew he thought 
anyway, but she didn't want him to... didn't want anyone thinking that about 
her! Fortunately he was already heading down to the cove so he could check 
the water. When they'd first discovered this spot, their parents had 
insisted on joining them to check it out and had then laid down a set of 
rules for them to follow every time they came. Then main ones were to check 
the depth and of course to check for submerged logs or things like that 
before diving, so that was what Richard was doing.
This gave her a reprieve! While he was checking that everything was safe she 
took off her clothes and waited near the edge of the rock, ready to dive in 
when he gave the all clear. When he looked up, she knew he'd be able to see 
her front, which was fine, but he wouldn't be able to see her back, wouldn't 
be able to see the thong. Once she was in the water, with luck she could 
hide her back from him while they were swimming and then she would put her 
shorts back on after. Easy!
"Looks all clear, but hey, don't go too deep the first couple of times, 
okay? Been a long time since we've been here. In fact when we're diving down 
we should check to see if there's anything new down there. Water's pretty 
clear so we should be able to see okay."
"Sure."
He was out a bit, obviously waiting for her to dive in, keeping clear of 
where she'd dive. In fact he was doing everything their parents had laid 
down all those years ago. She stepped up the to edge and focused on her 
dive. She was a good diver and had toyed with trying out for the dive team 
at school a couple of years ago but finally decided not to, mainly because 
Marcia wasn't into swimming or diving. Still, she did enjoy the freedom of 
diving so wanted to make sure she did everything right.
As she surfaced, shaking the water from her eyes she could hear him yelling.
"Wow! Great one. 9.5! Really good. You like so should have tried out for the 
team, you know."
"Yeah, well, you know. It was okay though?"
"Okay? It was great! My turn now!"
"9.5 huh? Tough score to beat you know."
"As if I could beat you diving! But... you never know, you just never know 
what the judges will decide."
As Richard made his way up to the diving position Janet floated on her back, 
letting the cool water relax her as she enjoyed the blue sky and glimpses of 
the tree tops along the banks of the river.
"Ready?"
"Hmmm?"
"Ready to score me?"
"Oh yeah, right."
Richard cupped his hands over his mouth, making a mock announcement.
"And now, one of the youngest competitors in our competition, champion diver 
Richard Marks is about to attempt a triple backwards reverse inward pike 
double forward somersault. It's the first time this dive has been attempted 
at the International Worldwide Diving Championships and a hush has fallen 
over the capacity crowd who are obviously breathless in anticipation."
Richard then took time focusing, hoping to impress Janet with the dive. He 
knew he wasn't as good as her, not as coordinated but when he tried, he 
sometimes could pull off a good basic dive.
Not this time though. It was only a standard dive but he put too much into 
it, and landed half on his back, raising a huge splash. By the time he came 
up, Janet was alongside him.
"You okay? Richard? You alright?"
The impact had knocked the breath out of him and he'd swallowed a mouth full 
of water so he was spluttering as he tried to get his breath back. He could 
see her concern though and didn't want her worrying.
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, yeah. Swallowed water, that's all."
"Oh. I thought you might have..."
Then she was laughing as she backed away.
"Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately Richard "delusional" Marks didn't quite 
make it with that dive. The crowd are roaring... with laughter! Yes, the 
scores are coming in. Minus 9.5 I think! Oh no, disqualified even. Kicked 
out of the competition! Banned for life? But what's this? The crowd are 
chanting something. Yes, yes, I think they're calling out for Janet Sheen. 
Yes, it's true ladies and gentlemen, the crowd is calling for their champion 
Janet Sheen to dive again, to show them how a real dive is done."
He playfully splash water at her as she turned away and headed towards the 
shore.
"Now watch carefully and you might learn something."
"Yeah, yeah, smart arse. You'll get yours, just you..."
She was almost out of the water when his voice trailed off and she realised 
that in the excitement she'd forgotten about her thong. Whipping her head 
around she found he was staring at her, mouth agape.
"Wow."
Janet spun around fully, hiding her back from him as he moved towards her.
"It's just... you know... my others... they were like in the wash so I had 
to wear this..."
"You look awesome."
"I'm not meant to wear it apart from, you know, at... what? No, I mean like 
I shouldn't have worn it..."
"Can I see? I mean, wow. That looks so, you look so... turn around. Please?"
Her face was so hot, so flushed but there wasn't anything she could do. 
Biting her bottom lip she slowly turned and stood facing away from him. He 
didn't say anything, but she could imagine what he must be thinking. Finally 
she looked back over her shoulder, ready for him to say something 
derogatory.
Richard's heart was in his throat. He'd seen her in all sorts of clothes 
over the years including bikinis and for the last few days she'd been naked 
most of the time but this was beyond anything he'd seen so far. It was 
beautiful, hot, sexy, grownup and best of all; it was something she'd done 
for him. As she looked back, their eyes met.
"Wow, thank you, like, you look so good. You know, I mean it's, the suit, I 
mean bikini. Wow! It, like it really looks great, better than great."
"You mean... you mean you like, you think it's okay?"
"Okay? Yeah, it's like way more than okay. So hot on you, I mean you look so 
great in it, like a model, you know, one of those supermodels showing your, 
like really showing your behind."
She slowly turned back to him, her face still red but now from his 
compliments not from her embarrassment. He seemed to really like it, not 
because it made her like a slut but because it looked good on her.
"I'm not really meant to wear it apart from at home. That's where we wear 
them, but I thought, I don't know, that you'd maybe..."
"Yeah, thanks, I'm glad you did. I love it on you, thanks. Really suits you, 
you know."
"Yeah? Thanks."
"We? As in Kelly?"
"And mom. We each have one. It was sort of a joke but I really like wearing 
it."
"And I really like you wearing it. I mean it look's great at the front too 
of course but..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. It's the back. A model?"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, a model, yeah. Really, you look like you could be one of those 
supermodels."
She slowly pirouetted, giving him another look and he responded with a 
whistle.
"Okay, I think I was heading up to dive."
"Yeah, and I was going to score you. Ten and a half out of ten for costume, 
that's for sure!"
"So you really do think it's okay?"
"Yeah, I just told you. More than okay, it really suits you, you know. Looks 
so good on you."
"Right, um, thanks!"
She did another quick pirouette and as she headed out of the water, she did 
an exaggerated walk like models do which prompted another whistle from 
Richard. She made her way up to their "dive platform" again, now very glad 
that she'd worn the thong. She was also relieved that he'd seen it cause now 
she could relax and enjoy swimming, diving and playing around with Richie.
They spent about an hour swimming and diving before hunger struck. Rather 
than eat by the river, they decided to head up to Huckleberry Hill for their 
picnic. Richard offered to help with the food but Janet made him sit down on 
the blanket while she set everything out. Not that he minded because it let 
him watch her, one of his favourite past-times even if she had put her 
clothes back on covering up the amazing thong.
While they ate they talked about some of the fun things that had happened to 
them on the hill. The atmosphere was really relaxed, almost like it used to 
be between them when they were kids. Then, after they'd finished stuffing 
themselves, Richard flopped down feeling full and very content as he stared 
up at the sky.
While Richard lazed on the ground, Janet started to pack away the picnic 
things, pondering what to do next. A few minutes ago he'd said 'let our 
lunch go down and then we'll find something to do'. He could mean anything 
from swimming again to riding further down the path to going back home but 
he probably meant have sex. Which was okay cause she'd known he'd want to 
have sex today but she wasn't sure if she was meant to make the first move.
'pleasing him was important and she'd do it' and 'being a sexy person, 
always acting sexy'
She was pretty certain that the rules in the slave contract said something 
like that. Meaning she should probably make the first move or risk pissing 
him off!
She dragged out putting the picnic things away but there really wasn't much 
to pack up so pretty soon she was finished. Quietly closing the lid of the 
picnic basket she stood, looking over at Richard. His eyes were closed, 
hands under his head, body stretched out on his towel. She didn't think he 
was asleep although maybe he was. Didn't matter anyway cause if she had the 
nerve to do this, he'd be awake soon enough.
She took a step towards him then halted as she glanced down at her body. She 
sure hoped she had this right because if she was wrong it was going to be 
mucho embarrassing! Taking hold of her t-shirt she lifted it over her head 
then slipped her shorts off. She looked around the clearing, reassuring 
herself that there was no one around and after a momentary hesitation, 
reached behind her neck, undoing her bikini top and dropping it to the 
ground to join her other clothes. Her hands drifted over her boobs to her 
hips but she stopped, baulking at taking the bottom off just yet.
She held her breath as she approached him, suddenly very conscious of her 
boobs. It wasn't as though they were any different but being outside and 
topless sure made them feel different, sure made her conscious of them, of 
every jiggle they made. A week ago if anyone had asked if she'd like being 
topless outside, she would have said no way would she do that. But now, 
actually doing it, wasn't so bad. In fact it felt kind of good and she 
pulled her shoulder's back, thrusting her boobs out even more as though 
daring anyone to look at them. Of course if there was anyone here apart from 
her and Richard, she knew her attitude would be very different.
Four feet from him all thoughts of her boobs and being naked outside 
evaporated and she turned in panic, retreating to the other side of the 
picnic basket.
She couldn't do it.
She had to do it.
But she really couldn't.
And she really had to!
Plucking up her courage again, she made it about a foot closer before doing 
another about turn and retreating again. Shit. This shouldn't be so hard, 
especially as she knew he could get angry with her if she didn't make the 
effort. Angry and punish her!
That was the additional motivation she needed, the memory of punishment. 
This time she made it all the way and, stepping over his body, she carefully 
planted her feet on either side of his hips. His eyes were still closed and 
she noticed there was a cute half smile on his face as she slowly lowered to 
her knees making sure she didn't touch his body. Nothing. Taking a big 
breath she eased back letting her bum settle on his hips.
"What!"
After the ride, the swim and lunch, Richard was feeling totally relaxed as 
he lay on the grass. If there was a heaven, this could well be what it was 
like he thought as he slowly drifted off. Suddenly something was on him and 
his eyes flew open, his hands swinging round ready to protect himself from 
whatever was attacking him.
An angel! No, a topless angel! The most beautiful topless angel in all 
creation and she was sitting on him. He really was in heaven. Now the 
angel's hands were reaching out to his chest and the angel was playing with 
his nipples as her mouth moved.
"I've packed everything up... master."
"Huh?"
"I've packed it up. The picnic."
His brain was starting to work again, his body starting to resume normal 
functions.
"Oh. Yeah. Good. Oh, yeah!"
She'd tweaked his hardening nipples sending a very clear message to his 
rapidly growing cock. Nice! His eyes dropped to her boobs. Her nipples were 
already hard, poking out much longer then his ever would. Very inviting.
"I see you've unpacked something else though."
His hands came up to hold her marvellous boobs, gently squeezing the firm 
flesh, his fingers quickly finding her nipples. She was rubbing her 
forefingers over the top of his nipples so he did the same to her, mirroring 
her action. Then, when she gripped his nipples between her thumb and 
forefinger, he copied her and was rewarded with a smile.
This was nice, having Richard copy what she did. She started carefully 
twisting his nipples and he did the same to hers. Then she used her nails to 
run around the crinkly bit at the base of his nipples and they both let out 
a little sigh as he mimicked her.
"Hmm, that's nice."
"Yeah, it is!"
"You didn't unpack everything though."
"What?"
He looked down to where she was sitting on him.
"Oh. You want me to?"
"Oh yeah. Definite."
"Okay. I'll have to stand up though, and stop doing this."
"Yeah, but then you could sit down again and do it some more, couldn't you?"
"Hmm, I guess. If you want me to?"
"Oh yeah, I want!"
As she slowly rose, his fingers trailed from her boobs, over her stomach and 
her thighs before dropping away. Without taking her eyes off his, she eased 
the bikini bottom down, carefully balancing on one leg then the other as she 
took it off. She couldn't believe how hot she was already but a quick glance 
at the bikini bottom confirmed that there was a wet patch.
The sight was amazing as she stood over him, feet on either side of his 
hips, her legs looking impossibly long from this angle, her delicate pussy 
lips peeking out between the junction of her thighs. Further up past her 
narrow waist her boobs pushed out from her chest, capped by her hard nipples 
and finally there was her beautiful face, smiling down at him, her parted 
lips looking so inviting. His hands gripped her ankles, caressing her 
calves, holding her there, poised above his body.
"Wow!"
"What?"
"You!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"No, nothing! It's that you look so, so beautiful, so fucking incredible."
"What? Really? I mean, no, it's, um... um, I mean, what about you? You're 
not unpacked are you?"
"Huh? Oh, no, guess not."
He released his hold on her ankles and she shuffled back a bit before 
bending over to take his shorts off. This of course meant that her boobs 
were hanging down from her chest and he reach out, taking hold of her 
nipples, gently squeezing them. She moaned and stopping working at his 
shorts as she looked up at him through the veil of her hair as he toyed with 
her rubbery nipples.
"I love your nipples. Like playing with them."
"Hmmm. Me too. I mean like you playing with them, yeah."
"Hey, aren't you meant to be unpacking?"
"What? Well you're distracting me. Making it hard to concentrate."
"Oh, sorry!"
After one last twist, he dropped his hands away and she went back to his 
shorts, quickly pulling them off, freeing his hard cock.
"There, that better?"
"Yeah, almost."
"Almost?"
Crouching again, she sat on the top of his thighs, positioning herself so 
that his cock was pressed into her slit, with the head and the top few 
inches point up between them.
"Ahh, now that's definitely better!"
Looking down it was hard to tell whose body his cock came from, his or hers. 
She shivered, seeing herself with a boy's thing apparently grafted to her 
body. Of course as she started rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her 
wet slit over the underside of the hard shaft it became clear that Richard 
owned the cock.
"Oh yeah, much, much better!"
Richard was in a daze as she moved her pussy over his cock. This was moving 
beyond his wildest fantasy. Janet was doing this for him because she wanted 
to, he hadn't told her to do any of this. And she was obviously getting off 
on it, obviously loving it as much as he was. He reached up, pulling her 
down till her boobs were pressed against his chest and his mouth found hers. 
He moaned as he kissed her, his moan echoed by hers. Wrapping his arms 
around her, he held her tight as her hands cupped his face, her thumbs 
caressing his cheeks.
While they kissed she continued to rub her pussy along his cock, but with 
his cock this close, she wanted more, she wanted it inside, she wanted it 
filling her. Breaking the kiss she sat up again, then as she lifted up, she 
reached down to hold the base of his cock, pointing it straight up. She 
lowered down a couple of inches till his big round cockhead touched her 
pussy then moved the head through her slit, spreading her pussy lips, 
coating his cockhead with her juices till she couldn't wait any longer, 
couldn't tease herself anymore. She positioned his cock right at the 
entrance to her cunt as she looked down at him.
"Ready?"
"Oh yeah, I'm always ready for you... oh, god! That's so... you're so, so 
hot inside! Oh yeah that's great!"
Having his cock inside her pussy, spreading her open, filling her so 
beautifully still filled her with wonder. And this was only the first couple 
of inches! She lifted up a little, being careful not to let his cock slip 
out, then eased down further, this time taking half his cock inside.
"Oh, yeah that look's so fucking beautiful."
Richard had lifted his head up to once again watch the miracle of his cock 
disappearing into Janet Sheen, a miracle he knew he was never going to tire 
of experiencing. When she stopped half way he had to fight his immediate 
desire to push up, to force his cock the rest of the way. Slow and teasing 
might be hard to take but he'd learnt over the last week how slow and 
teasing could lead to even more pleasure. Which is exactly what it was when 
she lifted back up again, even more pleasurable. Although it was warm lying 
out in the sun, he shivered from the sensations of her tight pussy massaging 
his cock and from the sight of his cock coming out of her pussy, wet from 
her juice.
Janet managed to draw it out for another five up, down cycles before she was 
fully impaled on his cock, his pubic hair was tickling the inside of her 
thighs. Closing her eyes, she savoured the exquisite feeling of being 
completely filled once again. Part of her would have been happy to stay like 
this, enjoying the fullness but the possibility of far greater pleasure soon 
beckoned so she started moving up and down, fucking herself on his cock.
As Janet rode up and down on his cock, Richard's gaze drifted from where 
they were joined, up to her bouncing boobs then to her face. Her eyes were 
shut and her head seemed to be floating against the sky. She was smiling and 
looked so beautiful, obviously enjoying having sex with him, obviously 
getting off on what they were doing. Watching her getting this pleasure from 
riding his cock, he wanted to give her even more if possible, wanted to take 
her all the way till she came. He brought a hand down between them till his 
fingers were on her mound and he could play with her clit.
Janet was lost in the pleasure of his cock moving inside her pussy and the 
breeze moving over her body as she rode him. She was drifting in a land of 
pleasure where all that existed were erotic sensations that became stronger 
with each passing moment. Then the sensations spiked upwards as he touched 
her clit, and she gasped, her eyes springing wide open.
"Oh shit! Oh!"
As he pressed against her clit, she collapsed, trapping his arm between 
their bodies, her hands grabbing his head as her lips found his, her tongue 
spearing into his mouth. She kept moving though, rocking her hips, sliding 
her pussy back and forth along his cock. With his arm trapped between them, 
his hand movement was limited but he still managed to keep contact with her 
clit, pushing her pleasure further up the slope.
Soon Janet was panting into his mouth as the sensations built inexorably. 
Pushing back up into a sitting position she moved faster and faster as she 
rode his cock.
"Oh fuck! Getting close!"
Her hands flailed about and then came to rest on her boobs, holding them 
tight, fingers tweaking her nipples harder and harder as Richard's fingers 
continued to work on her clit. She alternated between eyes tight shut, 
concentrating on the inner, and eyes wide open, staring up at the sky and 
down at him. Then like a bolt of lightning it struck.
As her orgasm blasted through her body, she heard someone crying out and it 
took a moment for her to realise it was her. She pushed down as hard as she 
could, trying to get his cock as deep as possible, pushing his finger into 
her clit as she twisted her nipples. Her legs started trembling, she was 
having trouble breathing and she was loving every moment of it.
"Oh god! Oh yeah! Good, oh, so good, yeah."
The waves of pleasure pulsing out from her pussy and enveloping her body 
seemed to last forever but finally the spell broke and she collapsed on top 
of Richard, her head buried alongside his, her hands tightly gripping his 
shoulders. Every few seconds she'd shudder as tiny aftershocks rocked her 
body but eventually even these subsided and she slowly lifted her head up to 
find he had a huge smile plastered on his face.
"Wow! That was... intense, real intense. Hey, what you smiling at?"
"Nothing. Well no, I mean yeah, it looked... felt intense. I so love it when 
you come. Watching you, feeling you, the way your body goes. It's so 
beautiful."
She didn't know why but she blushed, feeling embarrassed and confused. 
Leaning down she brushed her lips over his.
"Thanks, I guess."
"That's okay. My pleasure... oops... I mean your pleasure I guess!"
"Oh, you haven't come yet. I'm sorry!"
She had a moment of panic and started rocking her hips, moving her pussy 
along his cock. He was angry with her for not making him come and everything 
had been going so well up till now.
"Hey, whoa, it's okay."
His hands were on her hips, holding her steady, stopping her.
"Don't you want to? I mean, I wouldn't have stopped but it was so..."
"Hey it's okay. Yeah of course I want to but I was like really enjoying you, 
you know. When you come it's so really, really beautiful. I just so loved 
it, love watching it."
"Really?"
Suddenly she was kissing him again, pressing her body against his, her hands 
holding his head, her tongue in his mouth as they both moaned. They kissed 
for a few minutes, his hard cock still inside her.
"So, you want me to start again yet?"
"Oh yeah, suppose so. If you don't have anything else you need to do."
She slowly started rocking her hips and this time he made no effort to stop 
her.
"Like this?"
"I guess."
"Guess? Oh, um, you want to be on top now?"
"Maybe."
"Or?"
"Woof."
"What? Oh, woof woof? Okay. Doggie? You want me in doggie position?"
"Hey, what a great idea!"
She stopped moving and then as they looked into each other's eyes, she 
slowly eased her hips up till with a pop that seemed to echo around the 
clearing, his cock slid out. With a giggle, she scrambled off him and 
quickly repositioned herself on hands and knees, looking back over her 
shoulders, wriggling her bum at him as he stood.
"Like this? Woof, woof?"
"Oh fuck yeah!"
Richard was having a little trouble actually believing this was happening. 
He hadn't told her to do any of this, hadn't ordered her, nothing like that. 
She was doing it... because she wanted to? She liked it? God, he hoped so 
because he sure did. She looked so fucking incredible out here in the open, 
naked, kneeling on hands and knees, wriggling her bum as she looked back at 
him. Even without the rest of it, the look on her face would have been 
enough to get him off. Her face was flushed, she was smiling and every 
couple of seconds the tip of her tongue appeared and touched her lips. Hot, 
hot, hot!
Richard knelt behind her, grasping her hips as he lined up his cock with her 
pussy. One shove, two moans and he was inside her again. He'd been close 
before so he knew it wouldn't take him long to come as he started fucking 
his cock through the beautiful tight grasp of her cunt.
For the next few minutes the only sounds were the rhythmic slap of his 
stomach against her butt and their occasional grunts and moans. All too soon 
Richard felt the tingling pleasure rising towards a peak and he tightened 
his grip on her hips preparing for the last few thrusts. Then he happened to 
look up, out of the clearing across the river to the other bank. He froze, 
his cock buried inside her.
"I wonder if anyone's watching."
By now, Janet had dropped to her elbows, her forehead resting on the blanket 
as she concentrated on his cock sawing in and out of her pussy. When he'd 
stopped moving she assumed he was about to come and her focus went way down 
inside her pussy, waiting to feel his come spurting inside her. When he 
wondered if there was anyone watching, she panicked, her head coming up as 
she wildly looked around, her body tensing, escape instincts ready to kick 
in.
"Where? Where are they?"
"No, it's okay, there's no one there."
"Oh shit, you fucking scared me!"
"Well I don't think there is."
"What? Did you see something? Richard?"
He started slowly moving again.
"No, but when we first came here, remember? The first summer? One day we saw 
two people on the other side and we thought they might be having sex."
"You brought the binoculars after that."
"Kelly brought them!"
"Bullshit! After that day practically every time we came down you made Kel 
sneak out dad's binoculars."
"Well maybe I suggested it."
"Huh! Suggested. Pervert!"
"I seem to remember that you used them a few times trying to find them."
"I'm sure I was bird watching."
"Anyway, I just thought, what if there were some kids on the other side who 
happened to glance over here now. Like we did. That's all."
"Watching us?"
"Yeah."
"Should we wave?"
"What? There's no one there."
"Yeah I know. But if there were. Should we wave?"
"Oh. Yeah, I guess. You like showing off?"
"What? No. I mean, I don't know. Yeah, no, maybe. What about you?"
"Would depend. If they were like way over the other side then maybe. If they 
were like just standing there though..."
"Watching us?"
"Yeah, watching... Oh god, getting close. I'm almost there. Oh fuck!"
Richard had been steadily increasing the pace and once again was ready to 
come.
"You going to come?"
"Yeah. Oh fuck yeah."
"Come. Come!"
That was all he needed, Janet actually telling him to come and with one last 
thrust, he buried his cock as far inside her as he could as the wonderful 
pulses travelled from his balls, along his cock splashing deep in her cunt.
Chapter 24: Water Sports
They lay side by side on the blanket, staring at the sky as they recovered 
from their lovemaking, their only physical contact being their little 
fingers, which had somehow ended up hooked around each other. Finally 
Richard broke the silence.
"What would you have done?"
"What?"
"If there'd been someone there, what would you have done?"
"Oh. Umm, don't know. Not sure. Depends on where they were I guess."
"Right."
"You?"
"Yeah, same I guess. I mean if they were on the other side of the river I 
think... I wouldn't have wanted to stop. It would have been kind of, I don't 
know, kind of a turn on maybe?"
"Having someone watch?"
"Yeah. From like a long way off though."
"Yeah."
"Yeah as in you agree?"
"Guess. Not if people had walked up to us though. That would have been freak 
time."
"Oh yeah."
They lay there for a while longer although somehow while they were talking 
their hands had come together, his resting on top of hers, their fingers 
moving against each other.
"So, want to have another swim before we head back?"
"You just want an excuse to see my thong again!"
The words were out before she had time to think about what she was saying, 
but as soon as she said them she knew they were so wrong and a familiar 
panic welled up inside. She was acting as though she was his girlfriend or 
something, not his slave. If he wanted to see her in the thong he'd tell her 
to put it on and she'd do it because anything, absolutely anything he wanted 
she had to do and she had to remember that.
"Maybe."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... you want me to put it on?"
He was rolling over, moving till he was half on top of her, one leg between 
hers, his soft cock against her thigh and his chest against her boobs. His 
free hand came up and brushed some stay hairs from her face as his lips 
melded with hers, his tongue entering her mouth in a brief kiss.
"I'd love you to put it on. You look so hot in it. I'm like so glad you wore 
it today."
"Oh, um, okay, I guess I'll put it on. Um, thanks."
He kissed her again, or rather they kissed each other.
"Okay! Guess we'd both better put some clothes on!"
Back at the river they did some more diving and playing around which was 
great but now that he'd experienced the thrill of outdoor sex it didn't take 
Richard long to plan another round. He set himself up near the shore and 
waited till Janet was swimming away before hurriedly getting in position, 
adopting what he hoped looked like a cool pose.
"Hey Jan."
Jan? Wow, she hadn't been called that for years. Only people who called her 
that were Richie and Kel but Kelly hadn't called her that for ages and 
Richie certainly hadn't. She turned back to find he was about fifty feet 
away, sitting on the ledge near the overhang, his feet dangling in the 
water. He beckoned to her.
"Hey, come over here for a sec."
There was something about his voice, or maybe it was the look in his eye but 
whatever it was she knew immediately what this was about. Sex! Out here! She 
felt an immediate rush, a heightening of her senses, as she realised that 
here at the cove they were potentially even more exposed than on Huckleberry 
Hill.
"What..."
She's almost said Richie but stopped herself. Not because if seemed wrong to 
call him Richie but because it seemed right and that seemed wrong. Richie 
was her friend, the guy she and Kel hung out with and had fun with. Not the 
guy who made her his slave.
"Come over here. Something I thought you might like to, you know, to do."
"Oh, ok."
As she slowly swam towards him his hands dropped to the waist of his board 
shorts, unsnapping the top.
"So what is it you think I might 'like to do'?"
She was about ten feet from him now and the water was getting too shallow to 
swim properly so she was pulling herself along the bottom as he opened the 
fly on his shorts.
"Well I seem to have this problem, you know. I'm hard again and well, I sort 
of thought you might like to help me out."
Three feet away she stopped, bringing her knees under her so she could kneel 
on the sandy bottom.
"I guess I could. Any particular way you want me to, um, help."
He looked around, carefully double checking there was no one about, then, 
lifting him bum off the rock, he pushed his short down, letting his hard 
cock bounce free as he tossed the shorts over his shoulder.
When he'd looked around, Janet had been tempted to look back over her 
shoulder but she stopped herself. If she looked and saw someone, there was 
no way she'd be able to do whatever it was he was about to ask. By not 
knowing if there was someone who could see them she'd still be able to do 
it. Now that was exciting!
He lent back on his hands, grinning at her, his cock jutting up in the air.
"Yeah... blow job!"
Her mouth watered as she looked at his cock. It was going to be in her mouth 
again and then her mouth would fill with his sperm, his come.
"Right, so you want me to blow on it."
She pursed her lips together, blowing out as she pointed at his cock.
"What? No, I want you to... right, blow, blow job, I get it."
He brought a hand to his cock and started stroking it.
"You can do that too but the blow job I'm talking about is more of a suck 
job. Like where you suck my dick."
She was mesmerised as he played with his cock, something he'd never done in 
front of her. Masturbate. He was masturbating, jerking off. Her stomach 
knotted, she blushed and she knew her pussy was probably getting wet inside. 
It was so hot watching him play with himself. Really fucking hot! Especially 
when a drop of the clear stuff appeared at the top. Fuck! She reached under 
the water gripping his ankles, pulling herself closer till she was between 
his legs.
"You want me to suck your cock?"
She licked her lips and in response he angled his cock down, still stroking 
it as he aimed it at her mouth.
"Oh yes."
"In my mouth?"
"Yeah, in your mouth."
"And you'll come? In my mouth?"
"Yeah I'll... Oh fuck!"
She'd swiped her tongue over the tip, catching the drop of pre-cum before 
locked her mouth over his cockhead and sucking hard, sending a familiar 
shiver through his body. He watched as his cock slowly disappeared into her 
mouth till she'd sucked in almost half and her lips touched his hand where 
he was still gripping his shaft. Fuck that was amazing, holding his cock 
while her lips travelled along it till they met his hand! Reluctantly he let 
go in case she wanted to take more into her mouth. Not this time apparently 
because ever so slowly her lips travelled back up, her tongue pressed to the 
underside, her mouth continuing the incredible suction till only his 
cockhead was in her mouth. With a plop, she released his cockhead and 
ducking down, she stuck her tongue out and licked from the base of his cock 
all the way to the tip.
"Mmm. You want me to lick your cock too?"
"What? Oh yeah, please."
She dropped her head down and he thought she was going to lick his cock 
again, but this time she took one of his balls... fuck, both of his balls... 
in her mouth and swirled them around with her tongue before she released 
them.
"And your balls? You want me to suck them too?"
"Yeah, suck my balls too."
It was kind of fun teasing him like this but now that she'd gone down this 
far she suddenly realised she'd have to go all the way. Not that she really 
minded though as it was so nasty that it somehow became exciting. Of course 
she'd never ever tell anyone that. Ever!
She lifted his ankles up, tilting his body as she lent in, tongue extended 
till she reached his arsehole. Pressing her lips against him she slowly ran 
her tongue over the crinkled bud.
"What about licking you there... your want that."
"Oh yeah, I fucking want it all. Lick my arse."
"Okay, just so as I know."
Letting his feet back down she impulsively rose up, her lips finding his, 
kissing him.
His first instinct was to pull back, the thought of where her mouth had just 
been threatening to overwhelm him but he quickly pushed that aside. He 
kissed her bum and then kissed her so why not the other way? So he returned 
the kiss and soon their arms were around each other, the kiss deepening. He 
loved kissing her, maybe more than everything else they did. Her lips were 
soft yet firm and when her tongue slipped into his mouth like it did now, it 
always sent his arousal levels up at least a hundred percent.
As the kiss continued, getting hotter and hotter, he started to consider 
lifting her up into his lap so he could pull her thong to one side and get 
his already aching cock inside her again. He was about to act when with a 
moan, she broke the kiss and started moving, her tongue leaving a wet trail 
down his body till her mouth enveloped his cock again and she started 
sucking him in earnest.
"Oh fuck yeah. Fuck!"
His hands moved to her head, tangling in her wet hair as she moved up and 
down. It wasn't only up and down though, as she was also twisting from side 
to side, corkscrewing her mouth on his cock as she sucked. Her hands weren't 
idle either, with one wrapped around the base of his cock, jerking him off 
in time to her mouth movement, while the other was cradling his balls.
For the next few minutes the only sound apart from the lapping water was an 
occasional sexy slurp from Janet and deep moan from Richard when she sucked 
extra hard or her tongue found an extra sensitive spot. Soon the combination 
of her wonderful mouth and being outdoors got to Richard.
"Oh, yeah, soon. Oh fuck!"
She'd taken her mouth off his cock and he was only seconds away from coming. 
Somehow he resisted the urge to force her mouth back onto his cock.
Janet had no intention of finishing quickly. The danger of sucking him off 
out here was a real buzz and she was going to make it last as long as 
possible. Tightening her grip on his cock, she squeezed hard as she held it 
motionless.
"Mmm, nice. What about the other stuff though?"
"What? What other stuff?"
"You wanted me to lick you, you know, suck your balls and do other stuff for 
you."
"Oh fuck, I'm really close. So close!"
"Oh, so you don't want the other stuff now? You sure."
"What? Yes. I mean no. No, I do, but I was close. You know really close. 
But, it's okay now I think. Yeah, okay now."
"So you're not going to come yet?"
"No."
"Sure?"
"Yeah, I think, but keep squeezing. Yeah. I mean no, not now, not yet. I 
don't think. Okay, yeah, and I do want you to do the 'the other stuff' 
before I come. Lots of it. Yeah, I want you to do all the other stuff."
The danger of coming had passed for the moment and with a smile he lifted 
his feet out of the water up onto the ledge.
"In fact I want you to start here. I want to feel your tongue on my bum."
Smiling back she slowly licked her lips.
"Oh fuck I love it when you do that. Looks so sexy."
She licked them again then bowing her head she kissed either side of his bum 
before she started licking random patterns all over his bum cheeks, moving 
her lips from one side to the other, constantly getting closer and closer to 
his arsehole before finally, tongue extended as far as possible, she slowly 
licked across it, coating it with saliva.
"Ohhh!"
She eased her grip on his cock shaft and started lightly stroking it working 
all the way to the top so she could run her thumb over the smooth head as 
she tried to push the tip of her tongue into him.
"Oh god, oh fuck that's fucking amazing!"
Janet Sheen was kneeling in the water at his feet, playing with his cock 
while she tongue fucked his arse. In the open where anyone might see them! 
School friends, teachers, anyone if they happened to come by! And he hadn't 
had to really order her, hadn't had to threaten her to get her to do it, in 
fact it was almost like it was her idea because all he'd been looking for 
was a quick blowjob. Fucking amazing!
Presumably Richard was enjoying this even more than she, but Janet was 
definitely enjoying... she definitely enjoyed... sucking his cock. In fact 
she even liked licking his bum, it was such a nasty thing to do! She didn't 
understand how or why she could enjoy it, especially as she was only doing 
it because she was his slave and had to, but she did. And what made it even 
harder to understand was that there was no direct pleasure for her because 
he wasn't touching her, she wasn't even touching herself. Still doing this, 
all of this, was definitely a major turn on.
Licking his bum did however get a little boring even if he obviously liked 
it, so after a couple of minutes she moved up to play with his balls which 
she found much more interesting. She loved the way they moved around when 
she had them in her mouth although she did find the hair on them a little 
annoying. Maybe she should suggest that he cut it off! No way... although 
now that she thought about it, some of the men in the porn he'd made her 
watch didn't have hair so they must have shaved. Wow.
Once she was sure she'd carefully licked every square inch of his balls she 
let them slip from her mouth so she could concentrate on his cock again, 
which was after all her favourite part. She slowly made her way up and down 
the front, the back and the sides, licking, kissing and nibbling every 
square inch, tracing every vein, ridge and bump with her tongue and lips. 
Then, satisfied that she'd covered it entirely, she did it all again, just 
to make sure.
Finally she was ready to get back to the real business and from the sound of 
his moans, so was Richard. She rested her pursed lips on his cockhead then 
leaning forward, let his cock spread her lips as she sucked him into her 
mouth again, not stopping till his cockhead was almost at her throat.
"Oh yeah! So good! Oh fuck! Oh shit, boat!"
It took a second for what he'd said to sink in and then she froze, not sure 
if she should get up and run or if not moving would be the safest thing to 
do. Her mouth still wrapped around his cock she peered up at him.
Richard wasn't sure what to do either but figured that if they stayed still 
and didn't draw any attention to themselves, it would probably be okay. Even 
if the guy steering the boat glanced their way, as long as Janet wasn't 
moving her head, it would probably look like they were talking or something.
"It's ok, they're way on the other side of the river. Cruiser, big one, 
about forty feet maybe. There's a guy up the top and maybe a couple of 
people at the front sunbathing I think."
In her mind she'd pictured a little rowboat heading towards them but if it 
was a big cruiser, she knew it would stay on the other side of the river. 
The bigger boats always stayed on that side because of the tide or something 
like that. So they couldn't come over, even if they saw her and Richard. Not 
that they could really see her, identify her, because she had her back to 
them. She was sort of anonymous, even if they did look, even if they knew 
what was happening.
When he'd said boat, she stopped everything, not daring to move a muscle but 
now she started suckling on his cock again, then she ever so slowly working 
her mouth up and down, feeling incredibly naughty as she did it.
"What're you doing? They might... oh shit, the guy's looked over. Fuck, he's 
waved at us."
As Janet saw Richard's hand going up, presumably to wave back, she moved a 
little faster, took his cock a little deeper.
"Oh shit, he said something to the people at the front and they're sitting 
up. Janet? Oh shit no, he's pointing at us. It's two women and they're 
looking over at us. There's another guy who's just come around the back. 
Shit Janet, I think they know. Janet?"
Janet lifted her mouth off his cock and Richard thought she was going to 
stop, assumed she realised they'd gone as far as they could. He certainly 
wasn't expecting what she did next. She ducked back down, pushing his legs 
apart and up as she buried her head between them, licking his arsehole again 
as she started to jerk off his saliva slicked cock. With her head down he 
was pretty sure that the people on the boat would be able to see his cock, 
see her jerking him off. If they didn't know before, he was certain they'd 
now have no doubt about what they were doing and he was right.
They started applauding!
"Oh fuck! They're clapping. They know what we're doing, what you're doing. 
Oh wow. Fucking wow!"
The applause spurred Janet on and she moved back up, raising herself half 
out of the water, consciously presenting her butt to the boat as she angled 
his cock down till it was horizontal. She took a moment, filling her mouth 
with saliva before she lent forward and let his cock back into her mouth, 
coating it with saliva. When his cockhead touched her throat she kept going, 
swallowing and pushing till her nose bumped into his stomach, his pubic hair 
tickling her lips.
She wasn't sure if the people on the boat would be able to tell that she had 
all his cock in her mouth but when she heard a distant cheer, she assumed 
they must have. She stayed like that for as long as she could, twisting her 
face on his cock as it throbbed in her throat before she had to move back, 
had to breath. She took a few moments to lick the head, letting her saliva 
build again before once more taking him all the way. This time she worked 
her throat on his cock moving back and forth a couple of inches, being 
rewarded with his moans and garbled words of encouragement. Finally she 
pulled her head back, taking her mouth off him for a breather while she 
kissed and licked the hard shaft.
"Oh fuck! That was so good! Shit, they've slowed down I think. They're still 
watching us."
Janet had a moment of panic as an image of the people driving the boat right 
over till it loomed above them flashed through her mind. Of course she knew 
this was impossible, knew that a big cruiser wouldn't be able to get to 
their little cove and she let the panic pass. They wanted to watch, wanted 
to watch her suck Richard off and as long as they had no way of knowing who 
she was, why not.
She took his cock in her mouth again and started sucking in earnest, using 
everything she'd discovered over the last few days, trying her best to get 
him to come before the cruiser disappeared down the river. With one hand 
fondling his balls, one working the base of his cock and her mouth working 
the rest, she soon had him gasping and moaning. She sucked harder than she 
ever had, her lips squeezing the shaft, her tongue rubbing over it as she 
moved her face up and down.
"Oh god. I'm so close. Of fuck, so good. Oh god Janet!"
She picked up the pace, moving her head faster and faster till she felt his 
balls tighten in their sack and she knew he was ready to come. Her hand on 
his cock became a blur, then seconds later the pulses started. She slowed 
down her hand movement and with only his cockhead in her mouth, sucked hard, 
waiting for his come.
"Oh fuck yeah! Fucking coming! Oh yeah!"
She felt the first spurt travel under her hand where she was stroking his 
cock then his cockhead seemed to expand as the come shot out, plastering the 
roof of her mouth. As the first splash of come was followed by others, she 
heard a hooting sound and it took her a moment to realise that the unknown 
people on the cruiser were sounding their horn. They must know that Richard 
was coming, that she'd made him come! Awesome!
Richard cried out with each spurt as Janet continued milking the remaining 
come from his cock. His climax was so intense that his vision blurred and 
there was a roaring noise in his ears as all the nerves in his cock and 
balls screamed at him in absolute pleasure. This was undoubtedly the best 
blowjob ever.
Once the last pulse had come and gone, and Janet had sucked the last dribble 
of come from his cock, his senses slowly returned to normal. He felt her 
ease off sucking the way he'd taught her, just keeping his cockhead in her 
mouth, gently running her tongue over it. As his vision cleared he look out 
to his audience and saw that by now they'd moved further down the river. The 
people on board were still looking back at them, occasionally pointing and 
waving. A couple of minutes later, the cruiser reached the bend in the 
river, disappearing from sight with a final distant sounding of their horn.
"They're gone."
As much as she liked this after part of gently washing the fat head of his 
cock with the taste of his come still strong in her mouth, her mouth was 
getting a little tired so she reluctantly released him, easing back, 
allowing him to stand. He seemed to take a second to steady himself then he 
reached for her, lifting her up and holding her tight, his still hard cock 
pressing into her stomach as they stood in the shallow water.
"So, that was..."
And she started trembling, uncontrollably shaking in his arms.
"Yeah. That sure was. I didn't think... hey, you okay? Janet?"
"Don't know. Yeah. Just got the shakes or something."
He tightened his hold, caressing her back and head.
"It's okay. Must be like shock or, not shock, you know, something like that. 
Hey, it's okay. You know, you were so good, so awesome. I mean I don't think 
I'd have had the, you know, to do it."
"Yeah?"
"Totally."
"Really?"
"Totally really! That was so amazing."
The shaking had subsided almost as quickly as it started.
"You liked it?"
"Liked it?"
He pulled his head back to look at her surprised that she could even 
question if he liked what she'd just done for him.
"I didn't just 'like' it! Couldn't you tell, I totally..."
Her shakes had completely stopped now and she had a huge grin on her face.
"Oh, oh, okay, I get it. Yes, I liked it. In fact I loved it. It was so cool 
knowing they were watching."
"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?"
His hand came up to her face, flicking away the strands of hair that 
threatened to cover her eyes.
"No, you know what? You know what was so cool? You were so cool, you were, 
you are so fucking sexy, so exciting, so fucking..."
Her lips covered his, effectively shutting him up with a kiss. She'd done 
well, that was the main thing. She didn't really need him embarrassing her, 
saying all those things. Not that she didn't like him telling her that she 
was cool or sexy or exciting, she loved it but it was a little embarrassing 
being praised like that. Besides, she was only doing what she had to, wasn't 
she.
As they kissed his hands roamed over her back finally coming to rest on her 
bum. The thong was great! Nothing in the way! He kneaded her cheeks and she 
responded with a moan, pressing herself against him, rubbing against his 
cock. All he'd thought about initially was getting a quick blowjob out in 
the open however from the way she was squirming against him he quickly 
figured she must be turned on. Moving his hands to her hips he started 
pushing the thong down when he realised there were ties on the side. A 
couple of quick tugs and the knots were undone.
When he gripped her bum, it was like a fire was ignited, instantly flaring 
up inside her. When his hands left her bum, she was momentarily disappointed 
but any disappointment evaporated when she felt him undoing her thong. She 
was going to be naked, out here. On the river! Leaning back so she could 
look up at him, she shivered as he pulled the thong from between her legs.
As he tossed the thong up onto the ledge, he was finding it hard to believe 
how beautiful she looked. Her hair was half dry now, cheeks flushed, eyes 
cloudy, lips slightly parted, the tip of her tongue just visible. So 
unbelievably beautiful and she was here with him, waiting for him to bring 
her pleasure like she'd done for him.
"Your turn now..."
God he had to be so careful. He'd almost called her princess. He had no idea 
why, cause he'd certainly never called her that before. Slave. She was his 
slave, he had to remember that or he'd end up ruining everything! Of course 
if he wanted to he could treat her like his princess, just so long as he 
didn't tell her.
"What?"
He lifted her up, sitting her on the ledge where he'd been less than a 
minute ago.
"Your turn."
"It's okay. You don't have to you know, if you don't want..."
"I know I don't, but I do want."
"Oh. Okay then. I mean if you want. Oh!"
His hands had drifted up to her boobs, which were still covered by her 
bikini top. The bumps of her nipples were very evident and he took them 
between thumb and forefinger. The instant he touched them, she reached 
behind her back, quickly un-knotting the top, pulling it off so he'd have 
proper access to her nipples. She then blushed like crazy but he didn't seem 
to notice as he continued to play with her swollen nipples.
He kept playing with them as he looked at her.
"I like it when they're like this."
"Yeah? Oh! So do I."
"But you know what I really like? What I really want to do? Well?"
"No."
"I really want to eat you. Eat your pussy. Till you come."
She tiny shudder went through her and then as she continued staring into his 
eyes, she slowly laid down, spreading her legs as his fingers lost contact 
with her nipples. He was smiling at her, and that was okay, good that he was 
smiling. She felt good knowing that he wanted to go down on her, wanted to 
use his mouth and his tongue to do all those wonderful things to her pussy. 
Wanted her to come.
For Richard, Janet's pussy was a sensory overload of sight, smell, taste and 
touch. He loved looking at her pussy; it was so delicate, so pretty. He 
loved breathing in the scent of her pussy; it was so intoxicating, so 
overpowering. He loved tasting her pussy; it was a sweet nectar he couldn't 
get enough of. And he loved touching her pussy; licking it, kissing it, 
fingering it.
He held eye contact a moment longer then dropped his gaze. Beautiful. The 
little blonde tufts of pubic hair, the raised mound, and her slit, only 
slightly open, showing a hint of the pink wonder within. As he gazed, she 
lifted her feet out of the water, planting them on the ledge, causing her 
hips to tilt up and spreading her pussy lips, letting him see more of the 
wet folds within.
He slowly dropped to his knees and as he did it was as if he'd entered a 
chamber of magic scents. The fabulous smell of her aroused pussy wafted 
around him and he breathed it in as deeply as he could, holding his breath 
till he was light headed.
Normally he'd have teased himself by kissing her thighs, her stomach, her 
butt, anywhere but her pussy for as long as he could hold out but not this 
time. He needed to taste her now so he lowered his head till his mouth 
covered her pussy and he could drag his tongue through her very wet slit. He 
heard her moan at the same time as he realised he'd also moaned. His lips 
plastered to her pussy he took a moment to savour the taste, like he was a 
connoisseur with an expensive wine. Exceptional!
Then his tongue and lips went into action, exploring the slippery folds of 
her pussy, searching out the already swollen bud of her clitoris and 
occasionally visiting the crinkled rose bud of her arsehole.
Sight, smell, taste and touch. The only sense missing was sound and that was 
quickly taken care of by Janet's continual moans of encouragement.
While Richard licked her pussy Janet's hands drifted to her boobs, holding 
and caressing them, her fingers playing with her swollen nipples as she 
stared up at the sky. She was lying naked at the cove having her pussy eaten 
by Richard, while she played with her boobs. God, if Kel could see her now 
she'd be so spun out! For that matter if anyone saw her now!
"Oh yeah!"
He'd started sucking on her clitoris, flicking his tongue over it at the 
same time. She wrapped her legs around his shoulder, trapping him to her 
pussy, intent on never letting him escape!! He was so good, his mouth and 
his tongue were so good, so much better than anything she could ever have 
imagined.
"Oh god, yes. Yes!"
He'd fucked two fingers into her cunt, screwing them in and out, adding to 
the sensations that his tongue was already sending through her body. She 
tightened her grip on her nipples, twisting and squeezing them as she 
floated in a sea of erotic sensation.
"Fuck! What are you... Oh shit! Yes, oh fuck, that's. Oh god Richard, yes, 
yes! There, there, yes."
She didn't know what he'd done but suddenly his fingers had hit a spot 
inside her cunt and it was amazing. There were nerves there that she didn't 
know existed and as he continued to finger her, her whole body soared to a 
level of arousal she'd never felt before. If he just kept touching her 
there, just kept sucking her clit she'd be coming very soon. And a few 
seconds later she did, arching her back off the rock, her thighs clamping 
tighter around his shoulders as she practically tore her nipples off her 
chest.
"Ohhhh yes!! Oh Richie, yes, yes, yes!"
Richard wasn't sure what he'd done but it certainly was getting an even 
better than usual response. This seemed different to her normal orgasm, more 
intense and most importantly, she was calling out his name. First Richard, 
then Richie. Incredible, brilliant, amazing! Janet had called out his name 
as she was coming. Life surely couldn't get any better than that.
He wondered if being outside was part of what made her orgasm different this 
time although it mostly seemed to start when he was fingering her. As he 
rode her orgasmic bucking, basking in having heard he cry out his name, he 
tried to work out if he'd done anything different. If he was the cause of 
her orgasm being so strong, he wanted to be able to repeat it especially if 
it meant she'd call out his name as she was coming. Then he remembered some 
stories talking about a special spot that women had. Maybe that's what it 
was, maybe he'd found her spot. He'd have to work it out later, maybe try 
this again to see if that's what it was.
Anyway, the main thing was that she'd come, calling his name as she came, 
and he'd been the one to make it happen. He liked that, no, he loved being 
able to do that for her.
Normally when she came it was like riding waves of pleasure as they washed 
through her body. This time it was more like being tossed around by the 
waves and she had absolutely no control as the pleasure overwhelmed her. It 
was fantastic as it radiated out not only from her clit but also from inside 
her pussy, crashing through her body.
Finally though it died down and apart from a brief spasm when he removed his 
fingers from her pussy she started to return to normal.
"Oh. That was so... good. Intense. Oh wow, thank you, thank you."
Through her post orgasmic haze she felt something pulling on her ankles. She 
tried to resist for a moment then realised it was Richard, trying to pull 
her legs off his shoulder. She sprang up, unwrapping her legs, reaching for 
him as she freed him from what must have been almost a death grip. His face 
was red, and very wet, but he was smiling at her as she held his head.
"Oh god, I'm sorry. I didn't realise. Are you okay. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, I'm fine, it's okay. But what about you? You okay?"
"Okay. Richard that was the most..."
With her legs now wrapped around his waist, she pulled herself to him, 
kissing him as she pressed her body to his. She could taste herself on his 
lips and she started kissing and licking all over his face, cleaning her 
juice from him as she held his head.
"That was so... you were so... it was good... like really good... what am I 
saying... it was way better than good... it was... you were... the absolute 
best."
He'd turned them around and started walking them back into the river as she 
continued to kiss and clean his face.
"Cool. Thought you liked it. Which is good cause I like it too."
"Liked it? I loved it! I loved... just everything. You know, everything. 
Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"You're very welcome."
The water was now up to his waist and as he slowly sank down, their mouths 
met once again in a gentle, tender kiss.
They stayed in the water for another twenty minutes, relaxing and lazing 
around before deciding it was time to head home. The ride back was leisurely 
and by the time they reached his house it was almost dark. They had a long 
shower together then ordered Thai takeout. After a couple of hours channel 
surfing they headed up to bed where they fell asleep cuddled together.
As he drifted off Richard's last thoughts were about how nice it was to be 
in bed holding his princess, knowing that he didn't have to have sex with 
her because sometimes just being with her was fulfilling enough.
Chapter 25: Every Which Way but Loose
When Richard woke he found himself spooned against Janet's back, one leg 
tangled between her slender legs, an arm draped over her shoulder, his hand 
covering her boob and the bump of her nipple centred on his palm. It had 
been a warm night and the sheet was now down at the bottom of the bed 
leaving them both naked. The really nice thing was that her hand was 
covering his, securing his hold on her boob as though she wanted him to hold 
her. He lay there feeling very content, every now and then taking a deep 
breath, gathering in the scent of her hair.
Suddenly her breathing changed, her very relaxed body tensing. He brought 
his lips to her shoulder planting a little kiss.
"Morning princess."
Shit, he hadn't meant to say that. How dumb!
"Mmmm, morning. What's the time... oh prince!"
Okay, maybe not so dumb because she seemed to relax again and she definitely 
snuggled back against him as her hand tightened on his.
"Not sure. Eight? Doesn't matter does it? We ain't got nothing we have to do 
today."
She started stroking his hand and he reciprocated by playing with her boob, 
marvelling at how rapidly her nipple grew till it was a hard bud pressing 
into his palm. It felt so inexplicably good, her nipple on his palm!
"So, what you want to do today?"
"Today? Don't know. Go to the mall? Swim?"
"You want to swim to the mall?"
By now his cock was hard, pressing against her bum and she pushed back 
against it.
"I guess. Although I suppose you'd be too embarrassed, swimming to the mall 
with that thing sticking out."
"Yeah, you're right. Hmm. What'd you think we should do about that?"
In between talking Richard had continued to kiss her shoulder and back. That 
felt nice but now that she was waking up properly, what she really wanted 
was to feel his lips on hers. Lifting his hand off her boob she did a quick 
turn so she was facing him. Her lips quickly found his and her hand reached 
between them to find his cock, which she started stroking.
"Mmm. Well, I think that maybe I should take care of this. Get it to go 
down."
"With your hand?"
"If you like."
She started wriggling her way down the bed, kissing his neck and chest on 
her way.
"Or maybe my mouth? That is if you like my mouth... on your cock?"
"Oh fuck, I love your mouth on my cock! But what about you?"
By now her lips were at his stomach. She stopped kissing him, flicking her 
hair to one side as she looked up.
"Me? Well I don't have one. You know, a cock, so I can swim to the mall, no 
problems."
She licked all round his belly button.
"Of course. So you don't need me to do anything for you."
"Um, I guess not."
He shivered as she licked in his belly button.
"You sure? Cause you don't sound a hundred percent sure."
"Well... what'd you think you could you do?"
By now she was poised over his cock, one hand still stroking it, her parted 
lips ready to engulf him.
"Well, if you want, I guess I could, um, eat you. Eat your pussy?"
He was staring into her eyes as he said it and instantly her grip on his 
cock tightened, as a tiny tremor went through her body. For a moment she 
didn't say or do anything but then her body was moving, swivelling around, 
one leg going over him till they were in a classic sixty nine position.
As she started squirming her tits against his stomach making herself 
comfortable an image of what they must look like sprang into her mind. Sexy 
and very hot with her knees on either side of his head, her pussy only 
inches from his face. She'd been planning on giving him a quick morning 
blowjob but now as she stared down at his cock and balls, waiting for him to 
start eating her pussy, she decided she was going to take her time and give 
him a really long one while he ate her pussy. Maybe even time it so they 
came together!
Then a wave of panic washed through her. The other times he'd gone down on 
her, it had been just that. She was lying down and he'd 'gone down' on her. 
This time she was almost pushing her pussy into his face, as if she was 
making him eat her, and he might not like that. He'd probably hate it, 
having her almost smother him like this. Shit! She could feel him moving, 
his hands on her knees, starting to push her. He was going to push her off, 
she knew it! She was going to be in trouble!
"Ohh! Oh yeah!"
He hadn't pushed her off. He'd pushed her knees out, meaning her pussy was 
lowered, meaning his mouth was on her pussy! His tongue! Licking from the 
top of her mound, over her clit, through her pussy, across her arsehole! It 
was such an amazing feeling! So much better than her fingers, than his 
fingers.
"God I love the taste of your pussy!"
She smiled then groaned, tightening her grip on his cock as his mouth 
returned to cover her pussy, his tongue pushing into her. God, she loved him 
tasting her pussy! Loved his tongue pushing inside her.
"Oh!"
She also loved his tongue licking her pussy lips.
"Oh fuck!"
She was still surprised, shocked even at how much she loved it when his 
tongue was on her arsehole, pushing and probing against it.
"Oh yeah! Good!"
But she especially loved it when his lips covered her clit, his tongue 
stroking and teasing it. So fucking good!
"Oh fuck!"
Even better when he sucked on her clit!
It would have been so nice to close her eyes and give herself over to the 
pleasures of his tongue and his sucking mouth, but she also had work to do! 
She was supposed to be sucking him off so she carefully slid her mouth over 
his cock and started sucking, one hand around the shaft, and the other 
further down, cupping his balls. She quickly found it hard to concentrate 
though; hard to give him the really good blowjob she knew she could give, 
when he was doing such incredible things to her clit. She hoped he wouldn't 
mind too much if she only half sucked for a while, because at the moment her 
focus had to be on her pussy. Besides, it was his fault if she couldn't 
concentrate on him so how could he complain!
Richard wasn't about to complain. In fact when he felt her mouth envelope 
his cock he was glad she didn't suck too hard as he wanted to focus on her 
pussy, wanted to focus on her pleasure. Well, his pleasure also really 
because he so totally loved licking and sucking her here between her 
beautiful legs. He concentrated mostly on her clit, rubbing and flicking his 
tongue over the smooth bud because he knew this was guaranteed to get her 
off. Of course he preferred having his tongue as far up her cunt as he 
could, gathering her sweet, intoxicating pussy juices so after a few minutes 
working her clit he'd leave it to quickly lick the wrinkled bud of her 
arsehole before moving down to her pussy so he could suck out as much of her 
pussy juice as he possible. Then with the sweet taste of her pussy filling 
his mouth, he'd return to work some more on her clit.
There was something so incredibly hot and sexy about having her pussy 
smothering his face that she knew it wouldn't take long for her to come. He 
was on his fourth trip to her clit when she felt it starting, the tightening 
of her muscles and the wonderful tension building throughout her body. She 
eased her mouth off his cock, worried that she'd bite down on it when she 
came and lowered her face to his thigh, kissing and sucking his leg. At the 
same time, she instinctively clamped her legs against his head, keeping him 
in position as she ground her hips down, forcing her pussy against his mouth 
till she felt his teeth pressing against her clit.
It was the harsh pleasure of his teeth against her clit that did it, pushing 
her over the edge into a great orgasm. As it struck, her body arched up and 
she started bucking against his face, twisting and turning her hips, rubbing 
her pussy and especially her clit all over his face, his nose, his mouth.
"Ahhhhh! Oh shit yeah!"
As the waves of the orgasm washed through her, her mouth dropped back to his 
thigh, searching for something to hold, her teeth grabbing at his leg. As 
she thrashed about, her clit continued to brush against his nose, his lips, 
his chin, each brush sending another jolt through her. Eventually though the 
force of the jolts diminished till with a last shudder it was over and she 
collapsed on top of him totally drained and totally satisfied.
"Oh... wow... that was... felt... I mean, it was... wow!"
Finally she managed to lift her head from his leg. The first thing she saw 
were the tiny indentations left by her teeth.
"Oh god! I bit you! Sorry! I'm sorry Rich."
She started raining little kisses on the teeth marks she'd made on his 
thigh.
"I'll kiss it better. Sorry! Kiss, kiss kiss!"
"It's okay... as long as there's no blood. There isn't is there? Blood?"
"Oh um, let me see. Blood?"
She slowly licked across his thigh.
"Nope, can't taste any! Oh shit!"
"What?"
She turned her head to the side, staring at his cock, only inches from her 
face. She was still holding it and she angled the hard shaft down till the 
head was pointing at her face.
"I was meant to, you know, I was going to suck you and I... well you know, 
when you..."
"Hey, that's okay."
It was kind of strange lying like this, her cheek on his thigh, his cock so 
close she was almost cross-eyed looking at it. The big head with its cute 
eye in the middle seemed to be staring at her. Almost like it was a person.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Mr Cock. I really was going to suck you but I was 
scared that I'd bite you. What? Oh no, not on purpose, but when he, well you 
know, licked me and I came? You see where I bit him?"
She lifted her head from his thigh for a moment, angling his cock down 
further, 'showing' it where her teeth marks were still visible.
"You understand?"
She nodded his cock up and down, answering a yes.
"Good."
At first Richard was a little freaked when he realised she was talking to 
his cock but the freaky feelings were quickly replaced by 'being so turned 
on he thought he might come without her even having to suck him' feelings!
"You'd like me to what? Lock you up?"
She moved his cock from side to side.
"No? Lack?"
Another side to side move.
"Luck?"
A more vigorous side to side move.
"No? Oh, lick! Lick you up and down! Okay Mr Cock, if you'd like that, then 
it would be my pleasure to lick you. After what he just did, you definitely 
deserve it."
She lifted his cock up and leaning in, started licking from the base to the 
top, taking extra care with the swollen head, swirling her tongue around it 
before licking down the other side. She spent a couple of minutes covering 
him with her spit dimly aware that he was moaning and that his grip on her 
thighs had tightened before she leant back and tilted his cock down to face 
her again.
"You like that Mr Cock? You loved it did you? Good. Thought you would! What 
about the balls, should I lick them too? No? They don't like me licking 
them? Hmm, I don't know about that. I think you just may be telling a little 
lie Mr Cock. Here, let's see!"
One at a time she took his balls into her mouth and carefully bathed them in 
her saliva, gently sucking on them. At the same time her hand was stroking 
his shaft, her thumb rubbing over his cockhead at the top of each up stroke. 
If someone had even suggested to her a month ago that she's have a guys 
balls in her mouth she'd have been totally grossed out but now... well it 
wasn't gross, it was... sexy? And fun the way she could roll them around in 
their sacks.
By now, Richard felt like he'd entered a strange, surreal heaven. His arms 
were still wrapped around her thighs, her glistening pussy inches from his 
face, while she talked to his cock and balls, licking and sucking them. This 
was so way beyond anything he could have ever imagined!
"Mmmm. There. Now Mr Cock, I really think they enjoyed that, don't you? Yes, 
thought you'd agree. You know I think you were being a bit greedy earlier, 
telling me that the balls wouldn't want me to lick them. What? It was 
because you wanted me to suck you? Pardon, what was that, to suck what? To 
suck all the come out of the balls? Really? Oh, that's what the balls really 
wanted is it? And you want that too? I see, you both want that so I can 
swallow all the come! Because you know how much I like your come? Well, 
maybe I do and maybe I don't but you know I'm really not sure that's the 
exact reason. You know what I think? I think it's really because you like 
coming, isn't it? Yes, thought so! Well, if that's what you really want, 
then I guess that's just what I'll have to do for you and for the balls Mr 
Cock. Are you and the balls ready?"
She nodded his cock up and down - vigorously!
"You sure?"
Even more vigorous nodding ensued.
"Okay, I'll see if I can suck all that come out for you. Here goes!"
Closing the gap, she planted a sloppy kiss on the top of his cock, her 
tongue, pushing against the hole. Then her lips parted as she sucked his 
cockhead into her mouth. In the position she was in she didn't think she'd 
be able to take him all the way so she left one hand on his shaft, to stroke 
and squeeze it while the other was fondling his balls. Then with a little 
moan, she set to work, sucking and licking the top half of his cock as she 
worked her lips up and down the hard shaft.
"Oh fuck yeah! Good, yeah!"
Her pussy so close, her body covering his, boobs squashed against him, and 
now finally, after all that hot talk, her mouth wrapped around his cock, 
sucking so hard, so beautifully. Instinctively he started fucking his hips 
up into her mouth with tiny movements as his hands clenched and unclenched 
on her thighs. After all the crazy, sexy talk he was already close and he 
wanted to come, wanted her to suck the come out of him, wanted her to 
swallow every last drop.
Janet knew that Richard normally liked her to make it last as long as 
possible when she sucked him off but this time, from the way he was pushing 
his hips up off the bed, she was pretty sure he was already close to coming 
so she sucked harder, jerking her hand even faster as she willed him to fill 
her mouth with his come. It only took a couple more minutes before his balls 
tightened in their sack. Moments later his body felt like it was turning to 
stone underneath her as, with a strangled groan, the eruption started.
He'd actually tried to hold it back but the pressure was too much and he let 
go, pumping spurt after spurt into her amazing, sucking mouth. Lifting his 
head, he buried his face in her pussy losing himself once again in the 
unbelievable pleasure of Janet bringing him to orgasm.
She eased back on the sucking a little, letting his thick come pool in her 
mouth. After the final pulse, she lifted her head from his cock so she could 
swirl the come around in her mouth, tasting it, savouring it. Normally he 
could see her when he came in her mouth and she would quickly swallow his 
come, but this way she could take her time without being embarrassed. She 
stared down at his cock, her hand slowly pumping it. It was glistening with 
her saliva, still hard, sort of proud looking, the head a fierce red. As she 
watched, her pumping hand forced a final drop of come out of the eye. She 
bent down and licked it off, adding it to the creamy come still pooled in 
her mouth. Then with a tiny moan, she swallowed.
"Mmmm. Well Mr Cock, hope you and the balls are happy. You are? That's good. 
Yes, I swallowed every drop. Now, if you'd like to go down, maybe Richard 
and I can get dressed so we can go out? Oh, okay, well if you need a little 
time, that's okay but try not to take too long! Ahhh!"
Richard had thrown her off and before she could react he's spun around and 
was now on top of her, his body pinning her to the bed, Mr Cock now trapped 
between them. For a couple of moments he stared into her eyes, then his lips 
locked onto hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth. His arms burrowed 
underneath her as hers wrapped around his back and her legs locked around 
his. As they kissed, she wondered if he could taste his come because she 
could certainly taste her pussy.
As they kissed they were both thinking what a great way this was to start 
the day.
After their morning oral, Janet headed over to her place to have a quick 
shower and get dressed before meeting Richard back at his house so they 
could go out. She almost missed the postcard with the picture of the Eiffel 
Tower on the front. It was lying on the hall table. It was from Marcia.
'Hey Janeto, Haveing greatest time. Heaps to tell. Hope your not to bored. c 
u soon. M.'
Didn't say anything important but it didn't need to. Those few words were 
enough to bring Janet thudding back to reality. Marcia would be home in 
three weeks and everything would be a total mess. No, everything was a total 
mess! She was Richard's sex slave even if they were starting to act like 
they were like dating. They weren't. They couldn't!
This morning, what had she been thinking? She'd talked to his penis. Mr 
Cock? She'd had a conversation with his cock!
"Stop it!"
She slapped her hand over her mouth. No one was home to hear her exclamation 
but still...
She'd caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror and she was smiling. 
Smiling at the memory of talking to his cock when surely she should have 
been crying or screaming, anything but smiling as though she'd enjoyed it.
She'd known from the start of this nightmare that she had to do something 
but hadn't known what. Now she was determined to come up with some way to 
deal with the horror story that her life had obviously become.
By the time they'd been to the mall and come back home she had a plan worked 
out that she nicknamed Invisible Disobedience. She knew she had to do 
everything he said, had to make him believe that she was enjoying what he 
did but anytime she could trick him without him knowing, she would. It was 
simple, but she figured she could make it work.
Once she put her mind to it she quickly found ways to put her plan into 
action. The first opportunity came when she pretended to call her mom. While 
Michael was watching and listening to her, she had a bogus conversation 
where her mom supposedly told her she had to come home that night. Over the 
next couple of days she managed to: have a headache so they couldn't have 
sex although she made sure that the headache only came on after he'd gone 
down on her; be late a couple of times; pretend not to hear him whenever he 
called her from another room; spit out his come although she only did that 
once because afterwards she sort of regretted it because she'd sort of come 
to like the taste; and a few other little things like that.
It wasn't much but it was better than nothing and she was confident Richard 
didn't know what she was doing. He hadn't punished her for days, hadn't even 
made her write stuff down in the book. In fact he'd stopped all the stupid 
stuff like making her take her clothes off when she came over and calling 
him master. She couldn't remember the last time that he'd called her slave 
or said anything nasty to her, certainly not since they'd been down to 
Huckleberry Hill. In fact if it weren't that he'd forced her to be his 
slave, everything would probably be okay. More than okay. If it weren't that 
she was his slave, she'd be really enjoying spending her time with him.
It took Richard a few days to realise something was wrong. It wasn't until 
the second time that Mrs Sheen told Janet she had to come home for the 
evening that Richard worked it out. Not at first though. It was only after 
Janet had gone home that he started to wonder. Something seemed wrong, out 
of place, but it took him ages to puzzle out what it was. Finally it hit him 
that their phone conversation sounded wrong. It had been really short and he 
kept replaying Janet's side of the conversation in his mind, trying to pick 
out what was wrong with the conversation.
"Hi mom... really... ok... see you."
It couldn't have lasted more than ten seconds and she hadn't said anything 
weird. Finally however it hit him. It wasn't Janet it was Mrs Sheen. After 
the call Janet had told him that her mother wanted to talk to her about some 
stuff, her dad had been complaining about never seeing her and that her 
parents might have some friends coming over who'd want to see Janet. Her 
mother had supposedly said all that in ten seconds? Impossible. But why 
would Janet lie. If her mom wanted her to come home then... shit unless she 
wasn't really talking to her mom.
He ran to the phone, hit redial and heard someone telling him what the 
weather was going to be sunny tomorrow, information that definitely didn't 
make him feel sunny. Made him feel the opposite in fact. He felt like he'd 
been sucker punched. It wasn't so much that she'd lied but that she'd lied 
to try to trick him. Half a dozen times over the last few days he'd almost 
told her he loved her, almost made a total fool of himself which is exactly 
what she was doing, making a total fool of him.
Then it became worse as he realised that if she'd lied about tonight, then 
maybe she'd lied the other times she said she had to go home, maybe she'd 
even lied about other things? At first he couldn't think of anything but 
then little things that he'd ignored at the time started to seem more 
important. Like her being late, not hearing him when he called her and even 
saying she had a headache, maybe that was a lie.
Not that the details really mattered. All that mattered was that she was 
treating him like shit and he fucking deserved it for letting his guard 
down, for letting his feelings get in the way of what he'd set out to do in 
the first place. Pay her back; make her his slave. Well she was still his 
slave, just that he'd stopped treating her like it, stopped treating her 
like the lying cheat who hated him and started treating her like the girl he 
wanted her to be. No, that wasn't true... well maybe it was but it didn't 
matter anymore.
He was going to have to punish her for this, really punish her. Make her 
fill in her punishment book again, make her a slave again and this time he 
wouldn't let her fool him, wouldn't be... a wimp, that's it. He'd have sex 
with her but none of the bullshit treating her like she was his girlfriend 
because as if! That was pretty obvious now and what a fucking idiot he was 
to have ever thought that she liked him let alone might be interested in 
him. In fact he wouldn't 'have sex with her', no, he'd use her for sex! That 
was it. He'd fuck her whenever and however he wanted to.
She might have made a fool of him but now he'd really make her pay.
As Janet headed over to Rick's place the next morning she did her best to 
dawdle. She'd told him she'd be there at nine so as part of her 'invisible 
disobedience' plan she didn't want to get there till at least ten past. Only 
trouble was she actually wanted to get there on time or even earlier because 
last night had been so boring. Except for some next surfing that is and she 
now wanted to tell him about a couple of the things she'd found on the net.
When she got home there was a note from her parents saying they'd be out 
late so she'd made herself a boring dinner, watched some boring television 
then read a boring magazine. Finally she went up to her room and surfed the 
net for a while. Mostly boring although it did lead to a masturbation 
session as she surfed through some sex position sites, but masturbation was 
nowhere near as exciting as sex with Richard. By the time she was in bed 
staring at the ceiling, her latest act of 'invisible disobedience', telling 
him she had to spend the night at home had seemed to be a very dumb idea. 
Especially after the great time they'd had yesterday afternoon, which was 
why she'd been net surfing, looking up different positions. If it weren't 
that she'd committed herself to tricking him whenever she could she would 
have been with him yesterday evening having fun.
Fun. That's exactly what they had yesterday, fun sex. It started when they 
were getting ready to head into town to see a movie. They'd finished 
showering, which had been very nice cause it had been his turn to wash her, 
and she was standing naked in front of the mirror putting on a bit of 
lipstick. She was leaning in to the mirror, which pushed her butt out and 
predictably his hands started fondling her behind. Through the mirror she 
could see him 'leering' at her.
"Hmm. Richard, what are you doing?"
"Well you see your very sexy bum was sort of poking out at me, begging me to 
touch it."
"Right. Well, not sure about that. Nah, I don't think it was begging. Mmmm!"
He'd dragged his nails across her bum and down her thighs. Unconsciously she 
arched her back, pushing her butt out even more as goose bumps broke out 
over her body.
"Then again, maybe it was and I wasn't like listening hard enough? Oh!"
He'd brought a hand up between her legs, cupping her pussy, pushing into her 
mound. She'd tried unsuccessfully to concentrate on her lipstick.
"Yep it did. Not only your butt either. Your pussy was talking to me too. I 
heard it asking me to touch it and to do this."
"Oh shit."
The lipstick had fallen from her fingers as his middle finger spread her 
pussy lips and slipped easily into her cunt. Her hands came down to grip the 
edge of the basin.
"Oh. It asked you to do that, did it? Funny, I thought we were going out... 
to a movie."
"Yeah, me to."
"Mmmm. Hard to get ready when you're... when you're fingering my cunt like 
that. Oh, yeah!"
"Oh, okay. So you think I should stop."
"No! Yes? Um, I don't know? Oh, yeah. I mean yes, I mean of course you 
should stop. Cause going to the movie, that's... ohh, yeah... I mean that's 
really, really important, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it'd be like real terrible if we didn't go to the movie, wouldn't 
it?"
By then his finger was slipping in and out of her cunt, and the sensation 
was, as always, very nice. She'd reached back with her right hand, searching 
for his cock.
"Oh no!"
"What?"
"Your cock!"
"What?"
"It's hard! Oh, yeah, that's... that's good, so good!"
He'd withdrawn his finger from her cunt and was now vibrating it over her 
clit.
"What's wrong with my cock being hard? Like that's not exactly unusual 
really!"
It sure wasn't unusual from what she'd seen! Anyway, she liked his cock 
being hard, liked holding it, moving her hand over the skin that covered the 
steel like inside which is what she'd started doing, moving her hand up and 
down, slowly jerking him off.
"No, no, but, well it's obvious isn't it? Like if it's hard you won't be 
able to put your pants on. And if you can't put your pants on we can't go 
out can we? So you know unless we find a way to make you cock soft and 
squishy we can't go to the movies can we?"
"Shit you're right. Why didn't I think of that? So, um, any idea how can we 
make it soft? And squishy? Squishy?"
"Um, how about cold water? We could pour water on it. You know, icy cold? 
Like super freezing cold ice block type of water?"
"Right, let me think about that. Yeah, you know that might work, but... 
nope! Anything else?"
"What if I squeezed these?"
"Don't you... that would be a very bad idea. Very bad!"
"Oh, okay. Kinda didn't think you'd like that. Oh, shit yeah!"
He'd returned to her cunt, this time with two fingers.
"So, no more ideas? Nothing else you can think of to help my cock go down?"
"Hey, what about if I kept doing this, you know, up and down on your cock 
then just maybe it might come all over me, all over my bum. Then it might go 
down?"
"Yeah, that'd probably work but... I don't know. Just thought there might be 
something else that'd work even better."
"You know you're right, how could I have forgotten! How about this, instead 
of having your fingers in there, you could put your cock in my cunt. That 
sometimes works doesn't it?"
While his free hand had pushed down on the small of her back, his other hand 
left her pussy and moved her hand off his cock. Then she'd felt him 
positioning himself at the mouth of her cunt.
"You know that sounds like it's worth a try. If I put my cock in your cunt 
and sort of push it back and forward a few times, that might just work. I'm 
willing to give it a go. Hey, what's wrong?"
She'd twisted to the side, dislodging him.
"What about the movie? Are you sure? We'll miss it!!!"
"Oh shit yeah, you're right. Although you know we could always go to another 
session."
He'd guided her hips back into position and moved his cock back to her 
pussy. She loved that, the moment she felt his cockhead against the entrance 
to her cunt. Loved feeling it there, knowing that soon it would be inside 
her, filling her, bringing her the delicious sensations and pleasures she 
was rapidly becoming addicted to.
"Really? You mean it'll be on again? Wow. So we can fuck and see the mov... 
oh. Oh, god. Oh yeah, so full!"
"Oh fuck! Oh god I love it, love being inside you. Feels so fucking good."
When he'd entered her he'd easily fucked all the way into her wet cunt till 
she'd felt his stomach pressing against her bum. Then, as he slowly started 
moving in and out, she'd watched in the mirror as he brought his hands 
around to her tits. He'd cupped each boob underneath and played with her 
nipples with thumb and forefinger, rotating back and forth, tickling them, 
sending ripples of pleasure radiating out from her nipples through her 
breasts.
"Anyway, this is like a hundred thousand times better than any movie."
"Hmmm. What? Oh, yeah, much, much, much better."
Since they'd started having sex she'd quickly come to like... no, love it 
when he fucked her from behind. She found it really freeing, cause she 
didn't have to do anything, had no responsibility. All she had to do in that 
position was enjoy which was exactly what she did as his cock moved in and 
out of her pussy. Before long she knew she'd bring her fingers down to her 
clit so she could play with it but for now it was enough to savour the 
fabulous feeling of being filled by his wonderful cock.
She'd discovered that it was also really nice watching him in the mirror. 
When he pushed in, there was a look of intense concentration on his face 
followed by an almost blissful, relaxed look as he pulled back. Concentrate. 
Relax. Concentrate. Relax. Doing it in the bathroom in front of the mirror 
had some definite advantages.
"Bathroom."
"What?"
She hadn't realised she'd spoken out loud.
"Oh, um, bathroom... we're like having sex in the bathroom!"
"Oh, yeah. A bathroom fuck."
"Yeah. Oh, yeah. Um, I mean like I've never, you know... fucked in a 
bathroom."
He'd stopped moving, leaving his cock buried inside her as he'd leant down 
and kissed her on the shoulder.
"Guess what? Me neither. You know there are lots of place I... we haven't 
had sex in."
As he'd started moving again she'd given in to temptation and brought her 
hand down so she could play with her clit.
"Umm, that's so nice. Dining room."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Hey, what are you doing down there? Um, laundry."
"Laundry? Me? Just helping things along a little! Okay, um, attic."
"Toilet?"
"Study."
"Hall."
"Stairs!"
It had happened simultaneously. They'd stopped moving and looked into each 
other's eyes. Then as he moved back, his cock slipping out of her, she'd 
turned around to face him, one hand reaching down to hold his slippery, wet 
cock as they spoke together.
"Let's do it."
Then they'd laughed, kissed, laughed some more and kissed again. During all 
this she'd kept playing with his cock, stoking it with one hand while she 
played with his balls with the other. His hands weren't idle either, cupping 
her boobs, his fingers tweaking her nipples.
"Where first?"
"Toilet."
"Yeah? Okay. And... and each one has to be different!"
"What? Oh, yeah. Like different position?"
"Uh-huh."
"Come on."
He'd grabbed her hand and they practically ran into the hall and then into 
the toilet. Once inside though they'd stopped, both obviously uncertain 
about how to do it. There was no way there'd be enough space for them to do 
it on the floor but then Richard sat on the toilet and beckoned.
"Come on. Climb on. No, facing me."
He'd looked so funny, sitting on the toilet with his cock pointing up that 
she couldn't help giggling as she straddled his legs.
"What?"
"Well, shouldn't it point down? You know, when you're on the toilet? So you 
can go? Well?"
He'd held her by the hips, lifting her up as he pulled her forward, poised 
over his cock.
"Not if I want to do this!"
He'd pulled her down, presumably intending to impale her on his cock, but 
he'd miscalculated and his cock bent over, sliding along her slit. She'd 
really lost it, laughing uncontrollably and he'd soon joined her. She held 
her sides trying to stop the laughter then fell against him, her head buried 
in his shoulder, her arms around his neck, his around her waist. Finally 
their laughter subsided.
Lifting her head from his shoulder, she'd searched for and quickly found his 
lips. What started as a simple kiss soon became a hungry tongue duel as they 
explored each other's mouths for several minutes. When she broke the kiss, 
his eyes were cloudy, filled with lust and she'd figured hers probably 
looked the same. She'd carefully lifted herself a foot up off his lap at the 
same time reaching down between them, finding his hard cock. She'd moved the 
bulbous head through her slit a few times, moaning each time she brushed it 
over her clit, and then she'd positioned it at her hole as she'd stared into 
his eyes.
"I think this is what you wanted to do."
Then, unable to stifle a whimper, she'd settled down, his cock spreading her 
apart, sinking all the way in till she was sitting on his lap again.
"Oh yeah! That's it. That is so what I wanted to do. Beautiful!"
Their lips met once again as she'd set up a slow rhythm. Since the picnic 
when she'd first properly experienced being on top, she'd discovered that 
she really loved this position. Although he sometimes tried to control the 
speed, mostly she was in control and that was so cool. It wasn't long before 
she picked up the pace and it became too hard to keep their lips together so 
they'd just held each other.
It was then that it had really struck home where she was and what she was 
doing. Fucking in the toilet! She was staring at the toilet cistern! She 
knew she probably should have been grossed out but she wasn't. Instead she 
was strangely turned on. She'd brought a hand down between them and started 
playing with her swollen clitoris as she started thinking of all the other 
places and positions ahead of them. This of course had only only served to 
turn her on even more.
"Hey, I just realised. You can't come."
"What?"
"Until the last room, you can't come. Oh! Cause your cock has to stay hard. 
Oh, yeah, just like it is now!"
"Then you can't come either!"
His hands had grabbed her hips and he'd held her down, stopping her from 
fucking him. However he couldn't stop her rocking her hips on his cock or 
stop her fingers working on her clitoris.
"Yeah. Oh, shit! Yeah, I can. Cause I can... Oh!... I can come more than 
once."
"No, hey, that's not fair."
"No, it's in the rules. Girls can come as... oh... come as much as they 
want. Oh fuck. But, um, guys, only at the end."
"What friggin rules?"
"Oh shit... the ones... yes, yes... the ones I just made up... Ahhhhh!"
And she'd come, her pussy clamping down on his cock and her legs shaking as 
she held him against her, digging the nails on her free hand into his back. 
At the same time he'd let go of her hips and wrapped his arms around her, 
holding her tight for the next couple of minutes as her orgasm rocked 
through her body.
"Wow, that's so amazing."
"Yeah, sure is."
"No, I mean when you come. Your pussy squeezes my cock and like does things 
to it. Fucking amazing. I thought I was going to come too for a sec."
"Don't you dare!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Guys can't come. Not till the end. Well you just tell 
your pussy to be careful."
Most times she felt totally relaxed after she came, but occasionally it left 
her feeling even more buzzed and luckily that was one of those times. She'd 
leant back so she could look at him.
"Ok. I'll tell it not to squeeze?"
"No way! I love the squeeze!"
"Oh, okay, maybe a half squeeze then? Like this?"
"Oh shit! Yeah like that!"
She'd tightened and then immediately released her muscles down there, 
getting a real buzz out of his obvious enjoyment.
"Come on, next stop."
She'd reluctantly climbed off his lap, eliciting a moan from him as his 
still hard cock slipped out of her. Taking his hand she'd dragged him out of 
the toilet, eager to try another position, another place. They spoke in 
unison.
"Hall."
"You choose the position this time."
She'd already known the position she wanted to try next and she'd reached up 
to kiss him before she lay down on the floor. She'd given him what she hoped 
was a sexy look as she'd lifted her legs up and over till her feet were 
alongside her head and she could hold her ankles. She had felt so hot, 
spreading herself like that for him, holding herself open like that. When 
she spoke her voice had sounded strange in her own ears, husky, deeper than 
normal.
"How about position number ninety six?"
For a moment he'd just looked at her, his eyes moving over her doubled up 
body and for the briefest second she thought she might have gone too far but 
then he was moving, joining her on the ground, supporting his body with one 
hand, while his other positioned his cock, his knuckles brushing her pussy 
lips in the process.
"You sure this is ninety six? I thought it was ninety four."
"No, I think ninety four is the one where you have to stand on your hands 
and I have to... oh god!"
He'd let his body drop onto hers, and this time his aim was true. His cock 
ploughed in to the hilt, driving the air out of her lungs. In this position 
she was pretty sure his cock was as deep as it could possibly be and it had 
felt like it must be in her stomach. So full!
He hadn't wasted time on preliminaries or subtly, moving in and out of her 
like a jackhammer. He'd fucked her like that for five or six minutes, his 
hips working furiously as she kept her grip on her ankles, holding her legs 
down. It had been so good, so deep and each time he bottomed out he'd 
crushed her clit, sending an extra jolt of pleasure through her. They'd 
stared into each other's eyes the only sound their grunting, until finally 
he'd started muttering.
"Oh yeah, oh fuck. Feels so fucking... so close."
She'd let go of her ankles and slapped him on the shoulders.
"No, no. Not yet. Richard! No, stop! Slow down."
"What? No! Oh shit... okay. Shit... okay. Slowing. Slowing. Stopping. 
Stopped!"
She'd let her legs unfold as he'd collapsed on top of her.
"Sorry. You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just don't move for a bit otherwise I might just come anyway."
His weight had been crushing her into the floor but she didn't really mind, 
not for a while anyway. She'd caressed his back and shoulders as his 
breathing had slowly returned to normal. Finally, just as he'd been starting 
to really feel heavy, he'd given her a quick kiss and rolled off, his still 
hard cock slipping out of her pussy with a plop. She'd been realising the 
last couple of days how much she hated that, the moment of emptiness when 
his cock left her but she knew it would soon be back, hopefully pushing her 
to another orgasm.
"Oh wow! That was so close. You know what, I hate your rules!"
"Yeah but think how great it'll be the last time, when you can come."
"If I survive that long."
"Then we'd better hurry. Come on."
Standing, she'd offered her hand to help him up.
"Where now?"
"Um, downstairs?"
"Ok. How about the laundry?"
"What? Yeah okay, I guess it's a room. I know, maybe if you crawled into the 
dryer, I could... ouch!"
She'd playfully punched him on the arm.
"I don't think so. Unless you want to get in the washing machine! We'll find 
somewhere."
And they had. There was a big cane basket that Mrs. Marks used for storing 
sheets and blankets. Janet sat on it, her bum almost hanging over the front, 
feet up on the edge of the basket, her hands behind her on the lid as 
Richard stood in front of her. They'd giggled their way through two minutes 
of creaking cane and stray pieces of cane digging into her bum and his knees 
before they'd abandoned the laundry.
Next destination had been the kitchen. As they stood hand in hand in the 
doorway, she hadn't been sure what Richard was thinking but all she could 
think about was the other time they'd had sex in the kitchen. He'd tied her 
down on the table before he ate her pussy for the very first time, making 
her come and come like crazy. Then he'd fucked her on the table. She knew 
she had a choice, she could either let the memory affect her negatively, 
focusing on the fact that she'd been tied down, or she could use the memory 
positively. She could focus on how good the sex had been, lying on the 
table.
Letting go of his hand she'd gone over to the table, carefully cleared off 
the plates and cups and lain down, positioning herself just like he'd 
positioned her that day. The only difference was that this time there were 
no ropes, cuffs or blindfold.
Once in position she'd closed her eyes and waited but he hadn't moved. She'd 
immediately started to worry that she'd made a mistake and her imagination 
went into overtime. She'd started to worry that he was thinking she was 
having a go at him, sending him up, and she'd known that if he did think 
that, he'd be angry with her. She'd been about to open her eyes and 
apologise when she'd heard movement. There was a scraping noise and she'd 
jumped as his hands touched her thighs near her knees. Relief. His hands had 
been gentle so she'd assumed he wasn't angry. She'd heard more scraping as 
she'd waited for him to enter her, waited for his cock.
"Oh!"
It had been his mouth! His mouth had covered her clit, sucking it, his 
tongue flicking over it. Beautiful!
"Mmmm. That's nice. Is that allowed though?"
"Yep."
"Good."
Kiss "Rule" lick "seven." kiss "Any" lick "time" kiss "I" kiss "see" kiss 
"your" slow lick "beautiful" long suck "hot" lick "wet" kiss "beautiful" 
lick.
"You've already said beautiful!"
"very" suck "beautiful" very long suck "pussy" lick "spread" kiss "out" lick 
"on" kiss "the" lick "kitchen" suck "table" kiss "I" kiss "can" suck "eat" 
lick "it."
"Oh fuck!"
Her eyes had flown open. His cock had entered her! All the way!! It had 
happened so suddenly she still didn't know how he'd managed to go from 
licking her to getting his cock all the way inside her, his hips pressing 
into her thighs but he had and it had been great! He'd smiled at her, his 
lips and chin wet with her juice, which had looked so good; he'd looked so 
good, so incredibly sexy. She'd smiled back at him and then he'd started 
moving his hips, working his cock in and out of her pussy as he'd made a 
show of licking his lips.
"Tasty! You're very tasty. Oh fuck, and so fucking tight!"
"Hey, don't you come! Oh!"
He'd started playing his fingers over her clit.
"Nah, I won't. After you stopped me upstairs, I think I can go a lot longer 
now before I come. However I reckon you might be in danger of coming again, 
specially if I keep playing with this."
"You think? Maybe. Oh yeah, you could be right. Oh shit yeah. Keep... yeah, 
like that!"
She'd allowed her eyes to drift shut so she could concentrate on the 
sensations of his cock moving in and out, massaging her pussy, and his 
finger swirling round and round, massaging her swollen clit. It hadn't taken 
long for the combination of his cock, his finger and their location to 
become too much.
"Oh yes, yes Richard! Now! Oh god, oh fuck!"
That time however as the waves of another glorious orgasm had washed over 
her she wasn't restrained and she'd sat up, wrapping her legs around his 
thighs as her arms wrapped around his back, holding him tight as she'd 
moaned and cried out in pleasure.
She'd have been happy to stay wrapped in his arms for a few minutes, but as 
the last spasms had rippled through her body, he'd untangled her legs and 
arms from around his body, eased his cock out and pulled her off the table.
"Come on, no slacking off."
"What? No, just give me a..."
"No, we've got work to do, places to be, positions to explore!"
"Bastard!"
"Hey, don't go cussin' me honey bun. Youse the one who made them rules, 
member!"
"New rule! Any time you use such a terrible accent, whatever it was, you owe 
me another come!"
"Hey, Ise likies dis rool. Les see if dis works for youse to comes again."
By then they were in the family room and Richard had led her to the far wall 
where he'd spun her around till she had her back against the wall. He'd 
pushed her feet apart, then bent down and slipped his hands under her knees. 
As he'd lifted her off the floor and pushed her back up against the wall 
she'd instinctively put her arms around his neck. He'd fumbled a bit but 
eventually his cock had found it's mark and he was inside her again, fucking 
her up against the wall.
She'd still been recovering from her orgasm in the kitchen and had felt like 
a rag doll as he'd pumped his hips, slamming her bum into the wall with each 
thrust. It had been rough and ready, and it had been great.
It had only taken a few minutes though till he couldn't hold her up any 
longer and he'd let her down, his cock slipping out as her feet touched the 
floor. She'd given him a quick kiss.
"Wow... that was different!"
"Yeah..."
It might have been short but it still had been a good few minutes and 
because he was doing most of the work she'd been able to get her breath 
back.
"No, I mean like that was way cool. Attic!"
She'd taken his hand and started leading him to the door.
"Yeah... what?"
"The attic, that's next, the attic. Come on."
"The attic? But it's way up... like give me a few seconds will you?"
"Nope, sorry, can't wait. Remember? Place to go?"
"Please, you have no idea how tough that..."
"Hey, careful buddy. You say one word about me being heavy and you'll be 
like in big trouble. Come on, move it. I promise you'll love the next 
position."
The attic was a normal junk space with boxes, suitcases and all sorts of 
broken things. There was also a massive toy train set that Richard's dad had 
started buying for him on his first birthday. By the time Richard was five 
and able to start really appreciating the set, meaning Mr Marks would 
actually let him touch it, the board was about fifteen feet square and took 
up one whole corner of the attic.
Richard, Janet and Kelly had spent lots of time playing up there when they 
were younger so she'd known exactly where they could have their next session 
but first she'd decided to have some extra fun. She wanted to mess with his 
head a little like she and Kel had done so often when they were kids so 
she'd led him over to the board.
"Okay, get up on the board, time for a train fuck! I guess you could say I'm 
going to 'pull a train'!"
She'd done her best to keep a straight face but the look of horror on his 
face had been too much and she'd burst out laughing.
"Sorry, joking. I didn't mean on here."
"No, I couldn't. We'd break things."
"Yeah I know."
"No, I mean really, we can't, not on the board. If he ever found out Dad 
would be so pissed!"
"Yes, I was joking."
"Really, we can't."
He'd always panicked like this, which had made it so easy for her and Kel to 
tease him when they were kids.
"Richard, shut up!"
"What?"
"Listen, I was joking! Joking, okay?"
"What? Oh, yeah, of course. Joking! So, Miss Joker, where then. You're the 
one who dragged us all the way up here."
There were two waist high beams that ran across the attic and, after giving 
him her 'just you wait' look, she'd taken him over to the first beam. 
Because you had to climb over or under it to get to the other part of the 
room, years ago Mrs Marks had wrapped foam around it so people wouldn't get 
splinters. Janet stopped with the beam against her stomach then, spreading 
her legs, she'd bent over till she was able to look back between her legs as 
she clasped her ankles.
"How about here? Think this will work?"
She'd actually been really nervous leading him over to the beam but it was 
only now that she'd worked out why. The other positions she'd suggested had 
all been sort of normal, or at least positions they'd used before. Bending 
over the beam had been way different and she was nervous because he might 
have thought it was dumb, he might have even laughed at her for doing it. Of 
course he didn't but at the time, as she watched his feet getting closer she 
was still unsure. Then she'd known it was okay as she'd felt his hands on 
her butt, caressing her for a few seconds before he'd gripped her, pulling 
her butt cheeks apart.
"Oh, fuck!"
He'd rammed his cock into her, once more filling her completely in one 
thrust, totally convincing her that this was okay!
"There, that'll teach you to scare me like that!"
"Reckon? If this is what you're going to do every time I scare you... get 
ready to be like permanently scared! Terrified even!"
His cock had left her completely then rammed into her again, once, twice, 
thrice.
"Of fuck yeah! Love it. Love... being in you!"
"Oh yeah, me too. Good, feels so good."
She'd closed her eyes, letting her body totally relax as she'd hung over the 
beam, focusing entirely on the cock sawing in and out of her pussy. After 
the first few thrusts, he'd stopped slamming into her, and settled into a 
steady, strong rhythm. Each time his cock entered her, she'd felt the fat 
head, opening her up, then when it was fully inside and she felt his wiry 
pubic hair against her pussy lips, she'd gently squeezed, enjoying hearing 
his moans as he'd dragged his cock back out.
In this position there'd been very little contact with her clit and she'd 
known another orgasm would be a long way off but she hadn't minded. She'd 
already come a couple of times by then and it had been enough to enjoy the 
feeling of fullness, of completeness his cock gave her.
After about ten minutes, Richard had slowed down, finally stopping with his 
cock still buried inside her. He'd scooped his arms around her and taken a 
step back as he'd lifted her up. With her back against his chest, he'd 
started nuzzling her neck as his hands covered her boobs, his fingers 
tweaking her hard nipples. Eyes still closed, she'd moaned as she'd reached 
back and grasped his butt cheeks.
"Hmm. That was good."
"Yep. It's all good being with... being in you. And you know, I figure we've 
still got seven more places."
"What?"
"Seven more places we have to do it in. I was counting them up while we 
were, you know, fucking."
"You were what? Counting them while we were? So you weren't thinking about 
what we... no, never mind."
"No, no, it's not that. I am thinking about, but well, sometimes if I don't 
want to come, I have to try and think of something else besides what we're 
doing cause if I think about, you know, you and us too much, then, well then 
I'll probably come."
"Oh. Okay. A bit weird maybe but, okay I guess. Oh yeah, that's nice!"
He'd held her nipples, pulling them out from her chest till they'd slipped 
from his fingers.
"What, this?"
He'd done it a again, that time twisting them as he pulled.
"Yeah, they're like real sensitive now. Oh yeah! Umm, but, so, what do you 
think about?"
"Hmmm? Oh, I don't know. Stuff."
"Like what stuff? I mean, like baseball and stuff like that?"
"Nope, home run."
"What? Oh, yeah, I get it. Football then?"
"Touchdown!"
"How about tennis?"
"Ace."
"What about rocket ships, or maybe guns, or I know, maybe even fireworks? 
Exploding up in the sky!"
"No, no and no. As if. Unless you want me to come quickly that is?"
She'd dug her nails in to his butt.
"No way! Remember? We've got seven more places to try out before you're 
allowed to come. I know, think about Miss Gruesome."
Her name was actually Miss Gruman and she was a History teacher at their 
school. She was very strict, very old and very intimidating.
"Not if you want me to stay hard!"
They'd both started laughing, which turned to a shared moan as he'd eased 
out of her pussy. His hands had dropped away from her boobs, and one of his 
hands had found her hand.
"Come on, we're going back downstairs. I just had a great idea for the next 
one."
"What?"
"Patience! You'll see."
"But I want to know now... please. Please Rich. Tell me the great idea."
"Nope, you'll just have to trust me."
"Hmmm... is it better than position fifty five?"
"Oh, yeah, way better than fifty five."
"Oh well if it's better than fifty five we'd better hurry!"
They'd ended up in his parent's study where he'd had her lie down on the 
floor on her back. Then she had to lift her legs up and over till she was in 
the same position they'd used earlier in the hall with her hands clasping 
her ankles. He hadn't stopped there however. Next, she'd had to lift up in 
the air till she was resting on her neck and shoulders, her body folded in 
two, her pussy spread and pointed up at the ceiling.
He'd shuffled forward till he was standing over her with his legs spread 
apart, his thighs against her hips. Trouble was his cock was pointing the 
wrong way and she'd started giggling.
"Nope, not going to work Richie. Oh, oh - unless you like stand on your 
hands maybe?"
"Oh yeah, you think so? Watch."
He'd grasped his cock and started angling it down. She'd kept waiting for 
him to stop, or maybe for it to break but it didn't, and soon it was 
pointing directly at her pussy. Somehow he was able to make it point down 
even when it was hard!
"Wow! I didn't know you could do that. I thought it'd break if you... mmm! 
Oh, no, no, it's definitely not broken!"
He'd eased the head of his cock into her pussy and after adjusting his legs 
a bit he'd slowly started fucking her. The position had been really amazing 
as the way she'd been scrunched over meant she'd been really close to her 
pussy - closer than she'd ever been when they'd fucked. She'd watched 
spellbound as his cock had moved in and out. It was the outstroke that was 
really incredible. Each time he lifted up, sliding his cock out, her pussy 
stretched out about half an inch almost like it didn't want to let go, 
didn't want his cock to leave.
Of course the in stroke had also been pretty incredible. Because of their 
position, his cock had gone all the way up, the head bumping against the top 
of her pussy as his balls settled on her bum. She'd felt so full, his big 
cock as far inside her as it could ever be.
His cock had looked even sexier than normal as it pulled the entrance to her 
pussy in and out, the shaft totally wet with her juices, and she'd have 
happily let him fuck her like this as long as he'd wanted but of course it 
wasn't to be. All too soon she'd been able to tell by the way his breathing 
sped up that he was getting close again. She'd been just about to warn him 
to slow when he'd done it himself, stopping his thrusts with his cock still 
buried in her.
"Even thinking of Miss Gruman won't work this time! Sorry! But this is so 
hot that I..."
"Yeah. Like really hot. Looks like totally amazing. Oh no!"
He'd pulled back till his cock popped out of her pussy, bouncing upright 
again. He'd stayed crouched over her though and his fingers had reaching 
down to her clit to gently rub it. His touch had been so light she'd barely 
felt it, but it had been more than enough to send shivers all through her 
body.
"You want to come again."
"Always. Yeah, I mean, of course. But it's okay, you don't have to. Maybe 
next one?"
"You sure? Cause I like helping you come you know. I love doing this. 
Watching you."
She was pretty sure she'd started blushing when he'd said that.
"Yeah? I mean, it's ok. Oh, yeah!"
"So I should stop?"
"Well, maybe not... Oh fuck no, don't stop!"
Her own hands had moved to her boobs, fingers tweaking her nipples as she'd 
watched his fingers moving over the shiny bud of her clitoris. She hadn't 
been able to stop her almost continuous moaning as he'd played with her 
swollen clit. It hadn't taken long for another orgasm to build, and she'd 
cried out as her fingers squeezed her nipples and his fingers flew over her 
clit. Finally he'd stopped but before he'd stepped back and let her unfold, 
he'd bent down and kissed her pussy, his tongue licking through her 
incredibly wet slit.
"Oh god Richie!"
"Mmmmm. That was awesome. And you taste so fucking good!"
She'd moaned as he'd licked her again.
"I could eat you all day... but... I not going to, at least not this time. 
Against the rules apparently! Come one, up you get."
He'd reached down to help her up and once she was on her feet, she'd taken 
his face in her hands, kissing him, her tongue pushing into his mouth as 
she'd pressed her body against him, trapping his wet cock against her 
stomach.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you. And only six more to go till you get to, 
you know, come too. Next one can be quick and boring if you like!"
"Never! Nothing you do, nothing with you is boring. Besides, I want to watch 
you come again and again and again..."
It hadn't been what he'd said, but more the way he'd said it or maybe the 
tone in his voice. She'd felt a flutter in her stomach and next thing she 
knew, her arms were around his neck, her lips pressed hard against his, her 
tongue in his mouth as she'd twisted her lower body against him, rolling his 
cock between them. The kiss had lasted one, two minutes maybe, and then he'd 
lifted her up off the floor and, without breaking the kiss he'd carried her 
to his parent's room.
His parents had a huge bed and they'd sprawled across it finally ending up 
with her lying on top of him. As they'd kissed, she'd reached for his cock 
and eased it back into her pussy. She'd loved being on top of him with her 
boobs pressed against his chest as they'd slowly fucked. In this position 
his cock didn't get all the way in but that was okay, the feel of his body 
under her made up for that.
Because they were fucking really slowly, it was easy to keep kissing. At 
first it had been lip to lip, but after a while they progressed to kissing 
each other's chins, cheeks, noses, eyebrows and ears, ears being her 
favourite. When he kissed her ears, she became so turned on! Not that she 
wasn't turned on with everything else they were doing but when he ran his 
tongue along the top of her ear, she'd felt like she was going to explode. 
She even shivered thinking about it now!
She wasn't sure how long they'd stayed in his parent's room but it must have 
been longer than the other rooms they'd been in. To start with it had been 
really leisurely and she hadn't thought she'd come but ever so slowly the 
pressure had built. After a while she'd started pushing down harder, 
managing to get her clit rubbing against his pubic hair and pubic bone. All 
through this his hands had been playing over her back, slowly moving further 
down till one hand was caressing her butt and the backs of her thighs.
Every few seconds his hand had slipped between her butt cheeks and his 
finger had tickled her arsehole. As she'd started to get close, she'd found 
herself wondering if he was going to do it, almost willing him to. Time and 
again his finger had touched her there then moved away but finally he'd done 
it, he'd slipped his finger into her bum, drilling into her till his 
knuckles were pressed against her and that was all it took to push her over 
the edge to another beautiful orgasm. All through it they kept kissing, and 
she'd moaned and groaned into his mouth, her hands holding his face, 
caressing him.
That one had been a really different orgasm to any other she'd had so far. 
It had been slow and almost gentle, as the waves of pleasure rolled through 
her body.
After leisurely making... having sex in his parent's room, they'd definitely 
had a change of pace in the lounge room where she'd suggested they try it 
standing up. She'd stood in front of the couch facing him with one foot up 
on the arm of the couch. He'd had to crouch down a bit to get inside her, 
which after much fumbling from him and occasional giggles from her, he'd 
finally managed. Then on his second thrust, she'd lost her balance, her foot 
slipping off the arm of the couch and she'd grabbed him to stop from 
falling. This of course caused him to lose his balance too and they'd ended 
in a heap on the floor with Richard worried that he'd broken his cock. Of 
course he hadn't although it had gone a bit soft for a while. Once they'd 
stopped laughing and she'd stroked his cock back to full hardness, they 
decided to move on to the next room.
"How about on the table again? Maybe if we..."
"No. Mom would kill me if we scratched it. She like loves this table."
"Scratch it? Hello? We're naked Richard. I don't think we could really 
scratch it."
They'd stopped in the doorway leading into the dining room and she'd been 
behind him with her body pressed against his, arms around his waist, her 
hands toying with the little hairs on his chest as she looked over his 
shoulder. She'd then dragged her nails over his chest.
"Unless I was using these? They scratch!"
"Especially when you're coming! Hey, I know, what about if I lie on the 
floor, and you sit on me but like facing the other way?"
"Like away from you? Umm, okay."
As she'd followed his suggestion she'd tried to work out if his comment 
about her scratching him was a good or a bad thing. Because if it was bad 
then she'd have to make sure she never did it again. However she'd decided 
it must be good from the tone of his voice. Besides, if it was bad, he'd 
surely have already punished her for it.
At first she hadn't liked the position all that much. It had felt odd facing 
away from him, not being able to watch his reaction as she'd moved up and 
down on his cock. Of course when they did it doggie style she couldn't see 
his reaction either but somehow doing it doggie style was different.
Fortunately it hadn't taken long for the pleasure of riding his cock to 
overtake her uncertainty about the position. She'd allowed her eyes to close 
as with one hand she'd toyed with her super sensitive nipples whilst with 
the other she'd played with her even more sensitive clit.
His hands hadn't been idle either, constantly moving over her back and butt, 
caressing her. She'd been so caught up in what her own hands were doing 
however that she'd only been dimly aware of his hand moving under her butt. 
That was until one of his fingers penetrated her bum again!
"Oh god!"
"Like that?"
"What? Oh, yeah, love it! Oh fuck Richard! Oh yeah!"
Somehow for the next few minutes he'd managed to keep pace with her, sliding 
his finger in and out as she'd rode his cock. Her own fingers had become 
busier with each passing moment twisting her nipple almost to the point of 
pain with one hand as she'd flicked her other fingers rapidly over her clit.
"Oh god. Ahhh!"
"You going to come again?"
"What? Yeah I think. Oh fuck!"
"Good. I want you to come. Want to feel you, watch you, coming again. I so 
love you coming."
That had been enough to push her over the edge, hearing him saying he wanted 
her to come. That he loved watching her come.
"Yes, oh god I am... oh fuck, Richard! Yeah, more! Oh yeah, so fucking... 
when you... love... Oh fuck yeah!"
At some point he must have taken his finger out of her although she wasn't 
sure when that had happened. But as she'd slowly come down from her orgasm, 
she'd realised that he was holding her, his arms wrapped around her middle, 
and his lips were moving over her back, planting little kisses. She'd 
reached back, holding him.
"Thank you. Oh wow, don't know if I can take much more of this!"
"You don't know if you can take much more? No, I'm the one who can't take 
much more!"
"Oh, I know. Sorry. Only three more? We'll make the next two really quick, 
okay?"
"Whatever. I mean, no, I want it to last as long as possible, well being 
inside you that is!"
"Hmmm. Yeah, me too. So where next?"
"Stairs, guest bedroom then my room."
"Stair? Really?"
"Well the foyer really, just that I thought the stairs might be more 
interesting? But I guess not, if you don't want to."
"No, no. Just that they're not really a room are they? Although the foyer is 
I guess. But the hall wasn't really a room I guess so why not? Come on, 
let's hit the stairs!"
They'd stopped halfway up, neither sure what to do. Richard had been the 
first with a suggestion.
"How about you stand here, with your hands on the steps two up... no, I 
couldn't get near enough."
"What if we're like sideways, facing each other like this... nope."
"I know, if you lie down on the steps. Okay, your bum on this one. Now 
spread your legs and put your feet here. What?"
"The edge of the steps, they're really like digging into my back. Not going 
to work I don't think. Especially when you get on me."
"Well there's got to be some way. Like surely people do it on the stairs. 
They do, like I've seen it."
"What?"
"You know, in pornos, they do it on the stairs sometimes."
"Right. How then? Oh, oh, I know, I know. Here. You get behind me. No, no, 
right behind on the same one. Now, hold my hips. Okay, you holding?"
"Yeah."
"I mean really holding. Tight. Don't let go. Really, cause I'd fall for 
sure. Now, like squat down if you can and ease forward and you should be 
able to... yeah! See, we can do it on the stairs."
She'd ended up standing facing down the stairs, one hand on the rail, the 
other braced against the wall. Richard had squeezed in behind her on the 
same tread and managed to get his cock a couple of inches into her pussy. He 
eased back once, pushed in again and then pulled his cock all the way out.
"Okay, I think that's it for this 'room'. Come on the guest room's next."
"Totally. We are like never having sex on the stairs again!"
"Totally."
He'd practically dragged her up the rest of the stairs, along the hall and 
into the guest room. Only trouble had been that they'd both apparently run 
out of inspiration till she'd remembered a position from the porno she'd 
watched with Kel and Julie.
"I know, I've got one. This one is, well, anyway, we'll use the chair. You 
sit down and I'll be on top... What?"
He'd rolled his eyes and she'd instantly felt the panic, which was never too 
far from the surface, well up.
"You're on top again, huh?"
"Oh, no, sorry. It was just an idea, we don't..."
"Okay, let's."
"Really, if you don't... I shouldn't have, I'm really sorry."
"Janet, I don't care. I was just..."
"No, we don't have to..."
His hands had come up to hold her face, and he'd silenced her with a really 
tender kiss.
"Janet I want to. Whatever it is. I like... no, I love it when you're on 
top... and I love it when you're on the bottom, love you on the side, love 
you everywhere. You know? I mean they're all great. I was just, you know, 
like being silly? Teasing you?"
She'd relaxed as they'd kissed again.
"So, what's this great new position with you on top? You said the chair?"
She'd given him another quick kiss then led him over to the armchair.
"Okay, you sit down. Yeah, but I think you need to be further forward, so 
you're right on the edge. Now, sort of lean back. Okay, I think that's 
right."
She'd positioned him so he was slouched in the chair with his butt right at 
the edge. For a moment she'd been mesmerised by his cock, still so hard, 
twitching slightly as it pointed up at the ceiling. It had looked so good, 
as if it was patiently waiting there for her to climb on, waiting till it 
could give her more pleasure. Maybe even another orgasm although she hadn't 
been sure if she'd be able to handle too many more!
She'd then turned around and backed up till his legs appeared between hers 
and she was positioned directly over his cock. Reaching down she'd carefully 
gripped him, once again marvelling at how hot and how hard his cock was 
before she'd slowly lowered herself. She'd been unable to suppress a moan as 
his cock had opened her again, easily sliding inside her sopping wet pussy.
"Oh, yeah. Oh god I love that!"
"Yeah, me too. Love it being... you know."
"Yeah."
She'd twisted her hips from side to side as she'd settled all the way down.
"Now, I'll get my feet up on your thighs. Okay. Give me your hands."
He'd reached his hands around her and she'd taken them, planting them over 
her boobs.
"So now you can play with my boobies!"
"Boobies?"
"Yeah, what's wrong with boobies? You don't want to play with them?"
"Nothing! There is absolutely nothing wrong with boobies, especially your 
boobies. They're like totally perfect. Love your boobies! Love playing with 
them. And your 'nips'. I love playing with your nips too. Oh, yeah, love 
your boobies and nips!"
"Okay, okay, you can stop already... I think I get the picture."
She'd reached both hands down between their thighs, one settling over her 
clit, the other lower, so she could play with his balls. Then she'd started 
moving, fucking herself on his cock.
"See, if your hands are on my boobs, then my hand can be on you balls."
"Mmmm. My balls like this position I think!"
"Mmmm. And my boobies like this position!"
For the next few minutes, except for occasional moans and groans, they'd 
continued fucking in silence.
"Ummm, my cock seems to really like this position."
"Mmmm. My pussy really love, likes this position too."
"No, I mean really likes it. Likes it so much that..."
She wasn't sure when his hands had left her boobs but she'd suddenly 
realised they had and were gripping the chair's arms.
"Oh, okay, I'm off."
She'd practically leapt off, spinning round to face him.
"Richard? You're not going to?"
He'd just stared at her for a few seconds, his whole body tense before he'd 
taken a shuddering breath.
"Rich?"
"No, it's ok I think. That was so close though. But okay now. Just need a 
few seconds."
"Mrs Gruman!"
"Yeah, Mrs Gruman."
Once Richard had decided it was safe for him to get up, they'd headed to his 
room for the last act. As they'd walked hand in hand to his bed they hadn't 
needed to talk about a position. Without thinking about it, she'd lain down 
on her back, arms and legs spread, knees pointed to the ceiling, her body 
inviting him to join her. When he'd moved between her thighs, his body 
hovering over hers, it was almost like they were in a dance as he'd settled 
down on her. His cock had effortlessly found it's target, sliding all the 
way in till their pubic hair matted and once again he had totally filled her 
waiting pussy.
At the same time she'd wrapped her legs around his legs, her arms around his 
back, locking him to her as they'd groaned in unison. Then ever so slowly 
he'd started moving, his hips rising and falling as her pelvis arched up to 
meet him. He'd seemed so powerful, so strong as he fucked her that she 
couldn't take her eyes off him. As he'd relentlessly built the pace, she'd 
touched his face, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes, caressing his 
forehead, cheeks, lips.
"Oh, yeah. So good. You feel so good. You wouldn't believe how... I've never 
felt... oh god Janet!"
"Yeah? Are you going to come Richie? You can, you can come now."
"Oh yeah. It's so... my whole body. Oh, you're so beautiful... like this is 
so amazing. Fucking amazing! Oh god!"
He'd started moving faster although he'd still seemed to be incredibly 
controlled and focused. She'd never seen him quite like that, his whole 
body, every inch of him looking so powerful, so charged. She'd known he must 
be close and after all the pleasure she'd had, she'd wanted to make it as 
good as she could for him. She'd tried to rhythmically squeeze her muscles, 
wanting to massage the come from his cock, and from the way his eyes opened 
even wider, she knew she'd succeeded.
"Oh yes! You just... you're so... I love... oh god, Janet!"
And it had happened; it was as if his cock had doubled in size as she'd felt 
the first spurt of come blast out deep in her pussy. It had been so amazing 
watching him. The look on his face was so intense she'd thought he was going 
to burst, to shatter into a million pieces as spurt after spurt of come 
filled her. And his coming had seemed to go on forever, far more than any 
other time they'd made love.
With one last groan, one last look deep into her eyes, he'd collapsed onto 
her, his head nestled alongside hers. Suddenly his body had relaxed, all the 
tension, all the power seeming to drain from him. She'd cuddled him, 
cradling his head against her shoulder, one hand stroking his hair, the 
other his back.
Yeah, yesterday had been really great and today would be too probably. She 
even had some positions for them to try from a Kama Sutra site and something 
called Tantric sex they could maybe try. So she'd better stop dawdling 
because she was pretty sure he was going to love...
Then, as she was about to go up the steps to the front door it all started 
falling into place like finding the final piece of a jigsaw.
Love.
Yesterday... not just yesterday... love... he kept saying he loved having 
sex, loved what they were doing... and a couple of times she was almost 
certain he'd been about to say he liked, even loved being with her.
Stocking Syndrome!
He must have the stocking syndrome. She remembered hearing or seeing 
something about it. A movie or maybe at school about how robbers... no it 
was probably kidnappers... fell in love with the people they kidnapped. It 
was probably called the stocking syndrome because bad guys wore stockings 
over their heads! Richie wearing stockings!
That would explain why he didn't act like he hated her anymore but how could 
she prove it. Because if he had changed, it he did like her, maybe even love 
her, then everything would be great. She wouldn't have to be scared he'd 
hurt her anymore. She wouldn't have to be scared of saying the wrong thing 
to him. None of that would matter anymore and they could be normal together.
She'd have to watch him, have to see what she could do to get him to say 
something about it. She'd have to be really careful though because if she 
was wrong it'd be way too embarrassing if he discovered she thought he liked 
her, maybe even loved her. But if he did like her, even love her, that'd be 
so excellent!
Yeah, this was going to be so good, so amazing she could feel it. Somehow 
she knew that everything was going to work out!

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