Archive-name: Control/afan-05.txt Archive-author: Joe Anthony Archive-title: Seduction and Domination - A Story of Sex and the Mind PART 1 Throughout the 15-odd years of his marriage, Tony had always been attracted to his sister-in-law, Claire, but had never done anything about it. Although this may have been partly due to a simple lack of nerve, it was primarily attributable to the fact that he really loved his wife, and didn't want to take the chance of hurting her. During the past year, since his wife was gone, he had given some thought to following up on these long suppressed desires for several reasons. First and foremost among them was the fact that, over the years, Claire had put on quite a bit of extra weight, and was therefore not as attractive as she once was, but he still remembered the way she had looked "way back when," and from time to time, pictured her that way in his mind. Actually, saying that he had "been attracted" to her is a bit of an understatement. It would probably be much more accurate to describe his feelings as a healthy case of lust, combined with a touch of good old obsession. This was especially true in their younger years. If you could have seem Claire in those days, you would easily understand the basis for Tony's feelings. She was about five foot four, with the face of an angel, large, deep hazel eyes, long black hair, and a slim waist that flared out into just the right amount of hip to accentuate her femininity. She looked great from behind, but the crowning glory of her appearance was, by far, the fabulous pair of extremely bountiful breasts she had been endowed with. They had to be 40EE's, and believe it or not, they didn't sag a bit. They stood firmly out from her chest like the cannons on a battleship, seemingly defying the laws of gravity. To top it off, Claire had a warm, friendly, fun-loving personality. She and Tony had always gotten along extremely well, so much so that he had suspected on many occasions that she was as attracted to him as he was to her. Whenever they met, she would always hug him somewhat closer and tighter than she did anyone else, and her "hello" kisses seemed to last a bit longer than was really necessary for a mere greeting between a sister-in-law and brother- in-law, but these relatively minor incidents were never enough to make him confident in the validity of his suspicions. He always wondered whether it was only his active imagination working overtime. Despite her great looks and pleasant personality, Claire's marriage had not been as successful as Tony's. Her's had ended in divorce almost ten years ago, primarily because her husband had been screwing around with another woman. I'd like to be able to say that she finally saw the light and dumped the bastard, but as fate would have it, he wound up leaving her. What a jerk! For most of the intervening time, Claire had immersed herself in her career, which she became very successful at. She never seemed to get involved more than casually with any other men, and even that only on occasion. This fact had served to keep Tony's long suppressed fantasies about her alive over the years. About a year and a half ago, however, she had started seeing a guy named Bill, and had subsequently become engaged to be married to him. Their wedding was scheduled to take place in just a few months. Tony's fantasies about Claire had been relatively dormant for the past several years, primarily due to the fact that, in submerging herself totally in her profession, she had also let herself go physically. Over that time she had succeeded in putting on an extra 35 or 40 pounds. Her face was still beautiful, but her formerly magnificent body had been concealed under a layer of protective fat. If you had known her before, it was really heartbreaking to see her like this. Over the past year, Claire and Tony had maintained contact, seeing each other socially as platonic friends and at family affairs, or at least talking on the phone three or four times a month, so he was surprised when he didn't hear from her for a whole month, and couldn't even get her on the phone. Finally, he had given up trying, figuring she would contact him when she got around to it, whenever she got back from wherever she had mysteriously gone. One Saturday afternoon, he was puttering around the house, just keeping busy with the never ending tasks that a person living alone seems to have. It seemed like any other Saturday in the past year. Little did he know that the fates were brewing events that would change his life, among others. The phone rang and he answered it. He was pleasantly surprised to hear Claire's voice at the other end. "Hi, Tony. It's me." "Hi, Claire," he said. "Where the hell have you been. I haven't heard from you in a good month!" "I can't tell you now," she replied. "It's kind of a surprise, but you'll find out sooner or later. Sooner, if you decide to do the favor I'm going to ask of you." "Sure," he answered, without hesitation. "Anything you want." "I seem to be having a little problem with my air conditioning, and I can't get a repairman before Tuesday at the earliest. They all seem to be tied up with this terrible heat wave we've been having. I was wondering if you could come over and take a look at it for me. You know how totally helpless I am with mechanical things." "Sure," he chuckled, "anytime. I'm no refrigeration expert, but if it's something simple I might be able to help. When do you want me to come over?" "How about right now, if not sooner?", she shot back. "Not a problem," he said. "Just let me get my tools together and I can be there in about half an hour or so." "Great, but please hurry," she pleaded. "I'm dying from this sweltering heat. I'll have a vodka and tonic waiting for you. You're going to need it in here. That's the only thing that's kept me from going completely insane with this heat." He had thought she sounded a bit strange, and now he understood. She was probably half blitzed. "I'll be there as fast as I can," he replied. "Bye." He hung up the phone, gathered up his tools and drove over to her condo. It was just across town, so he was there in even less time than he had estimated. Arriving at the building's front door, he rang the bell. "Yes?", her voice came over the intercom. "It's me, your white knight. I've come to rescue you from the fire breathing dragon you've got up there," he jokingly responded. Her voice came back, "Well leave your horse outside, but you may want to bring your lance with you." The lock buzzed open and he entered the building. Kind of a strange response, he thought for a few seconds, but then attributed it to a bad joke, and dismissed it as he walked up the stairs to her second floor apartment. When he arrived at her door he knocked, and her muffled voice came from the other side, "Come in, Tony. It's open." He let himself in and closed the door behind him. When he turned around, he received the surprise of his life on several levels at once. He was so surprised, in fact, that he actually took a step backwards, slamming his back against the door in the process. He literally blinked his eyes several times to make sure it wasn't his imagination paying tricks on him. It wasn't. Claire stood in the center of the room, but it wasn't the Claire he had expected to see. It was the former Claire, trim and exceedingly beautiful in all respects. She looked as good as she had when he first met her. "No," he thought, "she looks even better, better than she ever has." She had trimmed down to at least her former self, and her muscles looked taught and toned. Her stomach was flat, her waist was slim, and those breasts, those fabulous breasts, were as huge and firm as ever. Now that she had lost all that weight, they were even more prominent than he remembered them. To top it all off, she was wearing, of all things, a sleeveless baby doll nightgown. It had a rather modest neckline (if anything could be called modest when it was being pushed up and out by that pair of fantastic knockers), with buttons running down the full length of the front, and the hem stopped just an inch or so below her crotch. Running down from there was a pair of shapely legs, their curves accentuated by the high heeled satin slippers she was wearing. Although the nightgown wasn't sheer (damn it!), its white cotton material was thin enough to clearly reveal the outlines of all it concealed, and the fact that she obviously had been perspiring from the heat in the apartment made it cling to every curve. He even thought he could detect the dark shadows of her aureolas through the top, but he wasn't sure about that. "H..h..hi," he stammered, unable to hide his absolute shock, and likewise unable to raise his eyes from her body to her face. She laughed. "Hi, notice anything different?" She twirled around in place, causing the nightgown's hem to fly up a bit, exposing a glimpse of her thin, white panties in the process. "L..l..lots," he said, when he was at last able to gain a semblance of control over his tongue. "What happened to you?", he asked, as he simultaneously felt a familiar stirring in the area of his groin. "I've spent the last month at a health spa, working my ass off to get back into shape. I finally decided to lose that fat broad I'd become. It wasn't easy, but I did it. Thirty straight days of strict diet and strenuous exercise. Thirty straight days of absolute living hell. I felt like I joined the Marine Corps, and paid for the privilege of going through boot camp, but it was worth it. I lost 45 pounds and I feel great! How do I look?" "You can't feel even half as good as you look," he replied honestly. "I still can't believe it. You look good enough to eat." The old, tired line had slipped out of his mouth before he had time to think. She laughed again, and blushed slightly. He thought he could detect her nipples swell slightly under the thin material of the nightgown. "How about a drink before you get to work?" "I'll take the drink," he said, "but I think I'd better start looking at that air conditioner right away while I have it. It seems to be getting hotter in here every minute." Claire got Tony his drink, and he went right to work. She took a seat on the couch on the other side of the room, watching television and sipping her own drink. During the course of the next hour and a half or so, they both had several drinks as he worked on the air conditioner and she watched T.V. As he labored at his task, he glanced over at her from time to time, visually drinking in the beautiful sight of her long legs sticking out from under the hem of her nightgown and those rib balloons holding out the front of it like the top of a two ring circus tent. Finally, he located the problem, a loose wire, which he easily reconnected. "I think I got it," he stated confidently. "Well turn it on and try it," she declared. "I'm dying in here. If this doesn't work, I've decided to rent a hotel room until it's fixed." "Well, here goes," he stated. With that, he flipped the switch. After a moment's hesitation, the air conditioner sprang to life, spewing an ever increasingly cold stream of welcome, cool air into the apartment. They both cheered loudly. In the spontaneity of the moment, Claire jumped up from the couch, ran over to where he was standing, wrapped her arms around him, pressed the front of her body to his, and gave him a long, tight hug, accompanied by an equally long kiss on the mouth. He could feel those warm, flesh pillows of hers crushed against his chest as they kissed, and became acutely aware that his jeans were suddenly becoming tighter in the crotch. When the kiss ended, she dropped her arms and stepped back from him. Looking at him sheepishly, she mumbled, "Sorry, I just got so excited." "Me too," he responded, not sure if they were both excited over the same thing. "Let's have another drink to celebrate," she said. "Sounds good to me." Over the course of the following couple of hours, they sat next to each other on the couch, close, but not touching, as they sipped several more drinks and talked about old times. The whole time, his mind was working on two levels at once. One was paying attention to their conversation, but another was drinking in the enticing view she presented, and deciding whether or not to do something about it. He had fantasized about having her for so long. Could this be his chance? Should he try to make a move on her now? She did seem to be in an especially friendly and open mood, and the drinks she had consumed appeared to have loosened her up quite a bit. She wasn't fall down drunk, but she was on the far side of mellow. She looked so damn sexy! Why had she greeted him dressed so provoca- tively? Could it be that she actually wanted him to make a move, or was it only because, as she had said, of the heat in her apartment. He couldn't be sure either way. There were no easy answers. Finally, he reached a decision. It was going to be now or never. When the conversation reached it's next lull, he spoke: "Claire, there's something I have to say to you, but it's a bit sensitive, and I don't want you to be upset or offended by it. Just sit right there and listen while I try to put my feelings into words." "I've always looked upon you as a close friend, not just a sister- in-law, and I wouldn't want to say or do anything that might damage that relationship. Our friendship means a lot to me, more than almost anything else in the world. The only thing that was ever more meaningful to me was my relationships with your sister. Because of that, I'm asking that you give me your word that you won't be offended by anything I am going to say to you now. Just remember that I'm saying them only because I consider you my very close friend. Please feel free to ask me to stop at any time if you want me to. O.K.?" She looked a bit confused, but nodded her agreement, and asked him to go on. He continued: "First, I want you to know that I'm extremely proud of what you've accomplished over the last month with what I know must have been a very difficult program of diet and exercise. I think you look wonderful. I don't remember you being this slim and trim since before your marriage to that jerk ended, and if you want my honest opinion, even though you're older now, I think you look even better now than you did then. You're not only slim, you look like you're in better shape. Your body is tighter and firmer. You also seem to have more confidence in yourself, and that gives you a glow that's very appealing. "I don't know whether you're aware of this or not, although I think you may have suspected it from time to time over the years, but in addition to liking you and loving you as a sister-in-law and as a friend, I've always been attracted to you in a physical sense as well. These feelings go way back to the first time I saw you at your parents' house when I was going out with your sister. I was really very impressed with your pretty face and, if I might be so bold as to add, your great body." "It's a little embarrassing to admit it, but there were many times that I had fantasies about you, physical ones, sometimes very physical ones, if you know what I mean. Claire looked a little embarrassed by his comment, but there was a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her mouth. He gazed earnestly into her eyes, took a deep breath, and decided to go on. "I thought about asking you to go out with me if your sister and I ever broke up, and speculated on whether or not you'd say yes. I even imagined what you would look like without your clothes on, not just once but on many occasions." At this point he paused, trying to judge her reaction to this last remark. "There was definitely a smile there," he thought, and decided to press his luck. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say. "When I thought about you like that, I'd especially wonder about those great breasts of yours. I'd speculate on how firm they were, whether they'd sit up high on your chest without your bra on, and how your nipples looked. As a matter of fact, I spent a lot of time wondering what your nipples looked like. I imagined that they had large, moderately dark aureolas, about three inches across, with the nipples themselves being somewhat darker and having a tendency to stand up and stick out like fingertips when you were aroused. Am I close?" Tony paused briefly and looked at her for a response, but she remained silent. Well, he thought, she hadn't stopped him, or even acted shocked at his lewd remarks. This just might work out after all. He took her hand in his and continued. "Well, anyway, at times, I even imagined making love with you in just about every way possible, even between your tits. I guess I imagined screwing you between your tits quite a lot, varying the ending between my coming in your mouth and shooting it all over your nipples and those big tits and then rubbing it into your skin with my hands. I also fantasized fucking your pussy and then, just a I was about to come, pulling my cock out and coating your face and tits with my warm, sticky load as I jerked my self off, making sure that every last drop got out of me and onto you. Then I'd imagine smearing it all over your lips and tits with the head of my cock and my hands." He noticed that she was beginning to squirm about in her seat a bit and squeeze her thighs together. Was this what would take to turn her on, blatantly explicit sex talk? Well, if that's what it took, that's what he'd give her, but with just the right touch of sensitivity. Career women in the 90's liked that in a man. "I always felt you had the potential to be really hot in bed, but needed the right guy, one who was knowledgeable enough about those things, sensitive enough to find out what you liked as opposed to just jumping on you and getting off, and cared enough about you take the time and the trouble to do so. Someone who could bring you along slowly. I always was convinced that, if you had someone like that, someone like me I mean, your sexual potential was almost unlimited. That you could learn to both give and receive pleasure with the best of them. "I also never believed for a minute that your ex-husband was knowledgeable enough, sensitive enough, or caring enough to have a snowball's chance in hell of making sex consistently pleasurable for you, or of helping you to reach your sexual potential. I seemed to sense that he was too hung up on himself and his own pleasure to take the time or trouble to make something like this happen. That was one of the reasons I never thought your marriage to him would last. As a matter of fact, I was surprised it lasted as long as it did. Not that I wanted it to fail, it's just that I was convinced it was a lost cause. How did I do on that one, was I close? Claire finally spoke. "He always was kind of selfish in bed. As a matter of fact, I never told this to anyone before, but I never reached a climax when he and I made love, not with him inside me, anyway. At first, I didn't know what I was missing. You know how young I was when we got married. I really didn't have any experience, any frame of reference. Then, after several years, I started reading up on the subject and talking to some female friends about it. That's when I realized what I was missing. I tried to talk to him about it, but nothing changed." "Wow! I can hardly believe that in all that time he never made you come," Tony commented. "Your sister and I were always pretty good together in that department." "I know. She told me about it. Sisters tell each other everything, didn't you know that? You two did some pretty wild things together." "Yeah, I guess we did. Once I got her to loosen up and overcome those hangups the nuns had laid on her in parochial school it seemed like she was willing to try just about anything at least once, and we almost did. But enough about that. Let's talk about you and me. "Anyway, that's how I felt about you when I first met you, and for several years thereafter. When you gained all that weight, it didn't affect my liking and loving you as a friend at all, but I stopped fantasizing about you in a physical way. It didn't happen all at once. As a matter of fact, I didn't realize it had happened at all, that's how slowly it occurred. My fantasies just came less and less often at first, and then not at all. The only time I actually realized they had stopped was when they started again." "And just when did that happen?," she asked playfully. "Well, to be perfectly honest with you, it happened just a couple of hours ago, when I walked in to this apartment and saw you, and let me tell you, they're even stronger now than they were before, a lot stronger." They both laughed over that one. "Things seem to be going pretty well," he thought. "Claire, it's not that I ever consciously tried to fantasize about you. The fantasies just seemed to pop into my head, just like they're doing right now as I speak with you. Sometimes they happen when I'm actually with you, and sometimes when I'm alone, sometimes when I've seen you recently, and sometimes when I haven't seen you for a long time. They just materialize from somewhere deep in my brain without warning. "For instance, I might be lying in bed alone at night, trying to go to sleep or watching some T.V. program that I'm not really interested in. As I lay there, consciously thinking about nothing in particular, thoughts of you would creep into my head. At first it might just be a vision of your pretty face, and that will give me a warm, cozy feeling. "It doesn't always stop there, however. Those fairly innocent thoughts seem to take on a mind of their own and escalate, and pretty soon my vision will not only be of your face, but your body as well. As my mental eyes travel over it, I'll start to feel a stirring down in my groin area. To put it more bluntly, my dick will start to get hard. Then your clothes will start to come off. By the time you're completely naked, I'm stiff and throbbing. Usually what will happen next is that I'll pop into the picture with you, and then begin to kiss and touch you. We'll both get hotter and hotter and wind up engaging in some form of sex. "Sometimes, while one of these fantasies is being played in my head, my hand will unconsciously stray down to my crotch, and I'll begin touching myself. When this happens, usually I'll just stroke it, giving myself warm and pleasurable feelings to go with the fantasy. Sometimes, however, I'll go all the way, pumping my stiff cock until I come, shooting my come up in the air so it splashes down all over my chest and belly, and timing that actual event to coincide with coming with you in my mind. "It's amazing how good it feels. Sometimes, solo sex can be almost as good as sex with a partner, as long as your mind is in the right place. I've always believed that at least half the pleasure one gets from sex comes from the mind anyway, and I guess this just supports that theory. "I guess I've totally embarrassed and confused you with this little confession of mine. If I have, I'm sorry. That wasn't really my intention. I'm really not sure what my intention was, to be perfectly honest with you. I just know that I couldn't keep these thoughts and feelings to myself any longer. For some reason I just had to tell you about them." "I understand," she said. "It's O.K. I'm not offended, really. As a matter of fact, I guess I should take it as a complement." Mentally he breathed a sigh of relief. "Things are certainly going well," he mused. That seemed to be his opening. Time to time to enter it, and maybe her's as well. "Well, since you seemed to take that pretty well, I have a big favor to ask of you." "Sure. What is it?" "How about letting me have a little peek at those great big, beautiful breasts of yours? Come on, just let me see them. I've been imagining how those hooters would look for years now and I can't take it anymore. At least unbutton the top of your nightgown a bit for me, so I can get a good look at your cleavage." She hesitated a bit, as if deciding what to do, and then slowly unbuttoned the first three buttons of her top so that it was open almost to the base of her tits. "How's that?," she asked. "Well, I really can't see anything. Why don't you unbutton it the rest of the way, and spread the top open a bit so I can see that fabulous cleavage?" After another several seconds of hesitation, Claire undid the rest of her buttons and then slowly spread the top open about four inches. He still couldn't see her nipples, but there certainly was a lot of chest meat showing. "Is that better?," she queried. "Yes, much better," Tony responded enthusiastically. He gazed at her chest longingly for almost a minute before he spoke again. "That's beautiful, but I can't tell what your nipples look like, and I'd love to see them. Please take the top off so I can see your titties better from all sides." This time she didn't move. "Damn," he thought. "Maybe a little more coaxing would do it. Some women love to be coaxed." "Come on, do it for me. Call it a favor for an old friend. Just take it in your hands, pull it open and slide it off, please!" Claire looked at Tony, and then down at her lap for what seemed like a very long time. Then she took a deep breath, and then her hands started to move. She grasped the edges of her nightgown top, took another deep breath, and then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, she drew it open and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her splendid pair of tits to his hungry eyes. Then she took it the rest of the way off and dropped it on the floor next to the couch. "Wow!," he said. "That's one magnificent set of major mammaries. They're superb, and those nipples are fantastic, just like I imagined they'd be, only better. Now that wasn't so bad, was it? They look like they're beginning to harden a little bit. Rub them for me so I can see them stand up good and hard. Did your sister ever tell you that hard nipples are one of my favorite turn-ons?" "Of course she did. I just told you she told me everything, didn't I?" "Yes, you did. How silly of me. Then you wouldn't mind massaging your tremendous tits for me, would you?" That request engendered another pause. Tony waited, and at last Claire's hands moved slowly up to her chest and began squeezing her huge tits. It looked like she was in the process of making bread, kneading some erotic form of dough. "Now take your nipples between your forefingers and thumbs," Tony gasped. "Twirl them, pinch them gently and tug them outward from your breasts. Get them good and erect." She followed his instructions to a "T", and her nipples hardened and swelled under her touch. "That's beautiful. Can you lift up your tits towards your mouth and lick and suck your own nipples?" "I've never done that before," Claire commented shyly. "Well, I kind of figured you'd never tried it before, but I was wondering if you could let me see you try to do it. I've seen it done by women in porno movies, but I never saw anyone do it in person. That's probably because I never knew anyone who had big enough breasts to try it well enough to ask them to do it for me. Go ahead, give it a shot." She lifted one heavy breast towards her chin, tilted her face down to it, and gave the nipple a tentative lick. In the now cool air of the room, the coating of saliva made her nipple react almost instantaneously, crinkling and growing in response. Claire licked it a few more times and then took it into her mouth and began to suck on it. She seemed to be enjoying herself, or at least enjoying what her little show was doing to Tony, because as she sucked, she raised her eyes, looked straight into his, and smiled. Then she went to the other one, and gave it some of the same treatment. Tony could hardly contain himself. He knew he had to get in on some of this. "I knew you could do it. That's great, and it seems to be making you nipples harder as well. They must be standing out from your aureolas about half an inch. "I bet if I sucked your nipples they'd stand up even more than they are now. Come on, let's give it a shot. I promise I'll be gentle. I'll just take your breasts in my hands, like this." He tenderly grasped the underside of a breast in each hand, weighing them in his palms. "Then I'll just lean forward, and kiss each of them gently." That's exactly what he did. "Now I'll go back and forth from one to another, sucking on them, playing with them with my tongue, and nibbling them gently. Mmm, that's nice, isn't it?" He heard Claire breathe sigh deeply and felt her relax, leaning against the back of the couch to accept his loving attentions. "God," he said, his voice slightly muffled by her chest meat, "they're getting bigger! They're hard as rocks and they must be standing out from your aureolas almost an inch now! They're great! I love them. Doesn't that feel nice? Do you like the way it feels?" "Yes," she sighed. "It feels very, very good. You have a nice touch." "It feels great to me too. It's fantastic! Is this making you hot? Are you getting turned on?" "I guess it is." "You guess it is? I can tell this is getting to you by the way your breathing is getting faster, deeper and more ragged. I know sure as hell that I'm getting as hot as hell. My dick is a hard as a baseball bat. "Is the crotch of your panties getting wet now? I'll bet it is. Let me see. I'll just reach down and check." Tony moved one hand to her knees, but found that they were pressed closely together, thwarting his efforts. "Relax your legs and let me slip my hand between them. Just let them relax and spread them wider." Claire sighed again and let her knees fall apart. Tony promptly dropped his hand between them. "Now I'll just slide my hand up and find out wet your panties are." He moved his hand up to her silk covered love nest. "They're soaked! Your love juices must be really gushing, and even through this cloth I can feel that your pussy lips are swollen and pouting, peeling open like the petals of a flower. I'll just rub them gently through your panties for a while, and up here by your clitty, too." As that hand caressed her between her legs, her breasts were tended by his other hand and his mouth. After a while, he lifted his head from her chest and spoke. "There, doesn't that feel nice?" She was silent, but her demeanor betrayed her sentiments on the matter. Her head lay limply back against the couch, her eyes were lightly closed, and her lips were slightly parted. "Let's get rid of these panties. They're just getting in both our ways. I'll just reach up, like this, grasp the waistband and slip them down. Just lift yourself up a bit so I can get them down over your behind." Claire didn't move. When he tugged again to give her the hint, she opened her eyes, lifted her head, and quietly murmured: "I'm not sure we should be doing this. You're my brother-in-law, and besides, I am engaged. Maybe we should stop." He almost couldn't believe his ears. He thought things had been going almost perfectly up until now. What should he do? Should he simple accede to her request, or should he try a different approach? With all this stuff about "acquaintance rape" going around, how far should he push it before some tight-ass judge would think he had crossed the line? Fuck it, he decided. He'd try a stronger approach. If that didn't work, well, he didn't want to think about that possibility just yet. "What the hell are you talking about?", he said in his best stern voice. "Here I am trying to give you love and pleasure, and all of a sudden you try to play virgin with me? We know each other too long for that shit! I like you a lot, a whole lot. Maybe I even love you as much more than a friend. To be perfectly honest with you, I'm not really sure yet on that part. One thing I am sure of is that I want you. If you want me too, that's great, because I think we could be fantastic together. If you don't, then I guess we can go on being just friends. But if you want to play games, go find somebody else. Now I'll give you one more chance. Lift your ass up or simply tell me to stop, and I will." She looked away from him, paused, and then lifted her butt off the couch. "Great," he thought, "it worked. It seems like she likes to take direction. Dirty talk and a stern approach, an interesting combination. I'll have to remember that. It may come in handy." Wasting no time, he slid her white panties down her legs, over her feet and off. She was now completely naked, except for those high heeled slippers. "Good, that was easy now, wasn't it?" Tony looked at her panties lying there in his hand. Then he held her them up to his face and inhaled their aroma deeply. "They certainly are pretty, and they smell nice too. They smell like...sex, sweet and musky at the same time. I love that smell. It reminds me of... pleasure." He casually tossed them aside, and returned his hand to the inside of her thigh. "Now I'll just slip my hand up between your thighs again and see what I can find there. Come on now, relax your legs and let them fall open again for me. Wider, yes, that's more like it. Now I'll just let my hand continue up these smooth thighs of yours like this until it finds something more interesting." His hand climbed slowly upward until it reached her twat. "Well, what have we here? It feels like a warm, furry little animal, a very wet, warm, furry little animal. I wonder what kind of animal it is. I think I'll just pet it until I can figure it out. It certainly is soft and warm. It feels very nice. What's this, a little bump on its head? It must have bunked its head. I guess I should rub this little bump to make it feel better." He skinned back the hood covering her clit, and began to expertly manipulate the sensitive little organ. Claire began to slowly twist and squirm. "There, does that feel better? Yes? I thought it would. Why are you squirming around so much while I rub the bump on the little animal's head? Tell me." "It feels nice," she said in a meek little voice. Tony's fingers moved lower, down her cunt lips to her hole. "Now what's this? It seems like its mouth. I think I'll slip my finger between its lips and see what happens. Do you think it'll bite me? No? I don't think so either. It seems to be pretty friendly." He slipped a finger inside her. "There, I've got my finger in halfway. Now I'm sure it isn't going to bite me. Do you know why I'm sure? Because it doesn't have any teeth! All it has is gums; warm, soft, wet gums. "I think I'll slide my finger in the rest of the way, and move it in and out like this. It seems to like that, and so do you, don't you. You keep moving around while I do it, and your breathing is getting faster and more irregular." That was in fact the case. Her eyes were half closed now as well. "Wait a minute," he said, "I think I know what kind of animal this cute little thing is. It's a pussy! It's your furry little pussy, and I'll bet you knew it all along, didn't you? You were just stringing me along, weren't you? You were just stringing me along, making me think you didn't know what it was either, just so I would keep touching it, and moving my finger in and out, like this, right? Come on now, admit it. Tell me you knew all along. Say, 'I knew all along that it was my pussy, but it felt so nice, I just wanted you to keep touching it.' Come on, say it." She repeated his words, and he went on. "Now, if you want me to keep touching it, you're going to have to ask me nicely. Say, 'Please, Tony, touch my twat.' Say, 'Please rub my clit. Please, stick your finger all the way up my hot hole and move it in and out.' Say, 'Please finger fuck my pussy.' Come on, say it for me. In almost a whisper, Claire repeated his words exactly. "That's good," he commented approvingly. "Now tell me how much you like it. Tell me how much you like how it when I touch your pussy, tell me how it good feels." Her voice quivered as she said, "I like it. I like it a lot. Please don't stop touching me like that. It feels so very good." "Good," he responded. "Now kiss me." He moved his face to hers and they kissed long and hard, their wet tongues entwining. "Your pussy feels so nice, I just have to see how it looks. You just sit right here on the couch and I'll kneel down on the floor in front of you so I can get a better viewing angle." Tony moved to the floor in front of her and knelt between her legs. "Now open your legs...wider. Open them as wide as you can." She spread her legs wide apart for him, opening herself up for his inspection. "O.K. My, that is a pretty one. Lean back so I can see it more clearly, and slide your cute little ass forward so that it's just hanging over the front edge of the couch. That's better. It's such a beautiful little pussy. I think I'll put my face up real close to it so I can see it even better. Nice, very nice. Can I touch it some more?" Claire silently nodded her head. "Yes? Good. I'll just use my fingertips to gently grasp your pussy lips and spread them open so I can see up inside you, like this. It looks nice and pink and wet in there, and look how nice your clit stands up straight and tall when I spread open your pussy lips a little further." She certainly did have a pretty twat. The lips were very tight, and it was a bright pink inside, contrasting nicely with her dark pubic fur. When he spread open her pussy lips, her clit stood up straight. It was bigger than most he had seen, maybe the biggest ever. It seemed to be nearly an inch long, and it looked almost like a little cock. "I think I'll slip a finger in there and move it in and out a bit like before. Well, that went in nice and easy, and all the way, too. Maybe I'll try to put another finger in alongside the first. Mmm...that's a little tighter, but it seems to be working its way in alright. How does that feel, good?" "Mmm," she sighed. "I thought it would. Now that I have two fingers all the way up you, do you want me to try a third? Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Come on, let me try it." Claire nodded her head, and Tony began trying to work a third finger into her twat alongside the first two. He moved his free hand back up to her chest to massage her tits and occasionally pull and tug on her extremely hard nipples. "It's getting really tight now, but I'm sure we can do it. Just tilt up your hips a bit. Lift your legs up and spread them open a little wider." She lifted her legs as high as she could and spread them obscenely. "There it goes, working its way in. It's almost in all the way. Good, we did it. Now I'll just slide them in and out of your hole in long, slow strokes like this. Nice, eh?" The only thing he cold get out of her in the way of a response was a series of breathless grunts. "Somewhat unfeminine," he thought amusedly. "I wonder what her employees would think if they could see their high class executive now. I should have brought a video camera. Oh, well, maybe some other time." Claire was now humping her hips up at his hand. "The way you're moving your hips it seems like you want me to go deeper. Do you? O.K., I'll try but I'm pushing them in all the way now, as far as I can on the in-strokes." He pushed a bit more forcefully. "There, I think we're getting them to go in a little deeper now. Still not enough? You still want more? Well, let's just add something else to the mix, so to speak. How about if I kiss, lick and suck your pussy lips and clit while I continue to work my three fingers in and out of your twat?" Tony leaned forward and planted a big, wet kiss right square on her pussy lips. Then he slipped his tongue between them and licked her up and down in long, slow strokes. Her juices were flowing copiously, and they quickly coated his face with a sheen. After several minutes, he pulled his head back a few inches. "Do you like that? Do you want more?" She nodded again. He replaced his lips on her clit with the thumb of the hand whose fingers were fucking her hole. Meanwhile, his lips and tongue wandered further south, below her pussy hole, licking and sucking as they went. "Mmm...it's nice down here too. I'll bet your perenium is very sensitive. I think I'll lick it and find out." As soon as the tip of his tongue touched that tactile strip of skin between her cunt and her asshole, she literally jumped with pleasure. "Yep, I was right, very responsive. You really started to twitch when I started to lick your perenium. I think I'll do it some more," and that's just what he did. After another minute or two, he let his tongue start to drift back further, into the cleft of her ass. When it reached her asshole, he swirled it around the edges of that puckered orifice several times in quick succession. In response, Claire jumped and twitched even more. "I guess you like that too. Let's see if you like this." With that, he stiffened his tongue, pointed it, and began pressing it into her tight asshole. At first he just used shallow pushes, but as her rectal muscles loosened, he gradually pushed it in deeper and deeper, until it was stabbing up her rectum as far as it could possibly reach. Claire twisted, writhed and humped her hips up at his face and hands like she was having an attack of some sort. She was going out of control with lust. When Tony finally raised his head, he said, "Did you like that? I know it felt different, but did you like it? It certainly seemed like you did. Tell me." "It was wonderful," Claire said breathlessly. "Please do it some more. I think I need more of that." "Has anybody ever done that for you before?", he asked. "No, never," she responded through clenched teeth. "Nobody has ever even touched me back there. Now do it some more, please." "What with my slamming three fingers in and out of your twat, and rubbing your clit with my thumb, and tongue-fucking your asshole all at the same time, it's no wonder it felt so good. But now that I've loosened up and lubricated your asshole with my tongue, I think we'll go a little further." With that, he moved the hand that had been working over her breasts down between her legs. He placed the tip of his forefinger at the entrance to her ass, and pressed gently but firmly inward. Again her rectal muscles resisted at first, but only momentarily, and then Tony's finger popped inside her dark, nether hole. He held it still for a bit to let her get used to the novel intrusion, and then began to slide it in and out. When he felt her begin to respond, he worked a second finger in alongside it. It was sure a tight fit, but before too long he had both fingers stuffed up her asshole, and working their way in and out. He returned his mouth to her clit and began to suck her there again as his three fingers continued to slip in and out of her cunt. She was totally out of control with lust now. Her senses were being bombarded with pleasure on all sides. She was twisting around so much that Tony was having a hard time maintaining contact with the various parts of her body, not to mention keeping all his movements coordinated. Finger-fucking her cunt with one hand, and her ass with the other, while he sucked on her clit, all at the same time, wasn't easy, but Tony was good at this sex game, and was doing an admirable job under the circumstances. "It won't be long now," he thought. Almost immediately, her whole body tensed in one, big spasm. Her head and shoulders were flung back and her hips arched forward, lifting her entire torso off the couch. Loud moans escaped her lips, followed immediately by an unearthly scream of passion. Claire's head twisted from side to side, snapping back and forth uncontrollably as she continued to come with tremendous force. All Tony could do was hold on for the ride and wait out the storm. He had never seen anyone come so hard and so long. "That one must have been building up for a long time," he mused. It was such a hot scene that it almost made him shoot his load just to witness it, but he strained and held it back. He was saving that for later. At last, he felt her body start to relax and collapse back down onto the couch. Other than an occasional twitch and the belabored heaving of her chest, she lay absolutely still and silent for a long time. Finally, she opened her eyes, looked down at him, and spoke: "That was absolutely wonderful! I've never felt that way before in my entire life. It was fantastic. Thank you. Now I really know what my sister meant when she used to tell me how good you were in bed. You aren't good, you're great! I thought I was going to die, but I didn't care. It would have been worth it." "Glad to be of service to a friend in need," he said, kiddingly. "I guess you need to be taken care of too," she added. "After what you just did for me, I'll do anything for you, anything at all. Just let me catch my breath. I'm still kind of dizzy." "Anything at all?", he thought. "Well, we'll soon see about that. It would be nice." Tony sat down on the couch, had a well deserved slug of his drink, and waited for Claire to recover. As he waited, he spoke to her. "Of course I'll wait. I'm certainly not going anywhere soon. I feel like I have a pogo stick growing in my pants. You really did come like gangbusters! I was worried you were going to blow the top of your head off with that one. The way you were moaning and groaning, I wouldn't be surprised if the cops show up in a few minutes looking for a murder victim. That was a really intense experience. I know, you're still dizzy and disoriented. Just lie there for a few minutes while you catch your breath. You'll recover. Very few people actually die from acute sexual pleasure." After about five or ten minutes, she sat up and turned to him. She still looked a bit woozy, so he spoke first. "Feel better now?" "I think so." "Good. I'll just sit next to you for a little while longer and gently stroke your big, beautiful breasts and soft, flat belly while you come down. I guess I was right about your sexual potential with the right man." He moved closer to her and started rubbing her huge breasts. In a short time, her nipples began to stiffen again. "Well, it looks like you're recovering nicely. I think I'll suck on those mondo nipples of yours for a while as I gently rub your pretty pussy." Just before he crammed his mouth full of tit, he added, "I've been dreaming about us getting together like this for years, and now that it's finally happened we're going to make the most of it. We still have lots of time to make up for and lots more 'things' to do to each other before this little encounter is over." A bit later, Tony suggested that they might be a bit more comfortable in the bedroom. Claire agreed. They rose from the couch and walked into her bedroom with an arm around each other. When they arrived he told her to lie down on the bed on her back. She readily complied and, as she did, he put a pillow under her head. "That's to tilt your head up at the right angle for what I want to do to you next," he explained. He stood next to the bed and undressed. She watched him closely the whole time, especially when he got down to his underpants. Knowing that she was waiting for that, he had purposely left those for last. He paused for a second and then pulled them down and off, freeing his semi-erect cock. When it was fully erect, and it was, it measured a little over eight inches. Although it was on the slim side, it had a prominent ridge around the lower edge of the head and somewhat pronounced veins running down the sides. The ridge and veins seemed to impart more friction to his partner when he was screwing them, thereby increasing their pleasure, and the slim diameter made it better suited for ass fucking, an activity which he wished more women would be willing to participate in. Claire smiled. "I guess my sister wasn't lying about that either. It's beautiful." "Thanks," Tony replied. "It serves its purpose pretty well, and I've grown rather attached to it over the years. Now let's see what interesting uses we can put it to." He climbed onto the bed and straddled her chest. "What do you want me to do?", she inquired. "Well, for now, I just want you to lie there looking straight at me with your head tilted up like that. I'll do the rest." He grasped his prick and began to rub it on her nipples and all over her face, especially on her luscious lips. "Mmm, that feels good," he remarked, continuing to rub his cock around on her face until it had reached it started to throb. "Open your mouth and let me slip it inside." Claire parted her lips and he popped his meat into her warm, toothed cavity. "Mmm, that's nice. I think I'll fuck your face for a while. Wrap your lips tightly around the shaft of my cock and suck me. Mmm, that feels really great." As Claire enthusiastically sucked on Tony's dick, he thrust it in and out of her mouth. Deeper and deeper it went, until the head was bumping against the back of her throat with each stroke. A couple of minutes of this was all he could take. "Hold it," he said, interrupting her slurping by pulling his meat out of her mouth and moving back several inches. "I don't really want to stop you, but if I don't I'll come too soon, and there's something I just have to do first. I'll just lay my cock in here between your big, heavy tits like this. Now use your hands to press them together against the shaft of my cock, making a warm, soft valley." He began to stroke his dick back and forth in the canyon between her mountainous mammaries, fucking her tits while he tweaked her swollen nipples with his fingertips. After a while, he slid forward more towards her face and continued humping. At the end of each stroke, the tip of his cock was now bumping against her lips. She got the hint and opened her mouth. Now, at the high end of each stroke, the head of his pulsating prick pressed between her moist lips. Each time it did, she sucked hard and swirled her tongue around the ridge at the base if its head. Every time she did that, she elicited a long, low moan from Tony. The speed of his strokes began to increase. "Yes, that's the idea. You can't believe how super this feels. Let me take over squeezing your tits together. I have something better for your hands to do. Stick the fingers of your left hand in my mouth so I can get them good and slippery with my saliva. Then put your both hands around behind me." When she had her hands in this position, he continued. "Now squeeze my ass cheeks with your right hand, and rub my asshole with the forefinger of your left." An electric jolt of pleasure shot through him as she did, causing him to jump and momentarily lose his rhythm, but he recovered nicely. "Good. Now start pumping your forefinger into my asshole bit by bit. Do it in time with my cock strokes. That's the ticket, you've got it. Keep pressing it in a little deeper with each stroke." In a short time, she was pushing the full length of her finger up his ass. At the other end of the action, she kept sucking on the head of his boner while he fucked her tits. "God, that feels really super. Do it faster and harder, suck harder too. I'm going to come any second now! I'm going to blow my nuts down your throat. When I start to come, swallow my load. Make sure you keep sucking the come out of me until you're sure there's no more left. "Oh, shit! Here it comes! Suck me! Ungh...suck harder! Keep swallowing and sucking!" Tony blew a long series of come shots into Claire's sucking mouth, and she gulped them down as fast as she could. When they subsided, he pulled his softening cock out of her mouth, leaned forward, and gave her a long, sensuous tongue kiss. When he broke off the kiss, he spoke. "Wow! That was really great! Your mouth tastes like me and I bet mine tastes like you. With all the protein I shot down your throat you probably blew your diet for the day. I guess you'll have to skip your next meal to make up for it." He slid off her and lay on his back, gasping for air as he recuperated. "Do you want to know something?", she asked in a small voice. "Sure, tell me." "That's not the first time I ever had a penis in my mouth, but it is the first time I ever swallowed a man's come. It was a little salty, but I liked it. I liked the taste, and I liked the warm and creamy sensation of it sliding down my throat. I even came when you started to shoot, not as big a climax as before, obviously, but still, I did come." "I thought you had, and I didn't think you were a complete novice at cock sucking either. You were too good at it for that. I have an idea. While I catch my breath, why don't you slide down, suck my cock some more, and gently play with my balls to help me get ready for the next round? Do it gently, though, I'm still a bit sensitive." Claire moved her head below his waist. She began caressing his balls and giving his now shrunken cock the benefits of her talented tongue and lips. After a couple of minutes, his sleeping snake began to slowly respond, gradually increasing in size and giving an occasional twitch. "Vary what you are doing down there. Lick my balls for a while, then take them in your mouth and gently suck on them, then put my prick in your mouth and suck on it for a while as you play with my balls, perenium and asshole. Mmm, that's really nice. Keep varying your motions. Good." As she worked on him, his dick continued its return journey to its former size. "Keep up the good work. Shift yourself around so I can play with your pussy and asshole while you do me. Kneel over me with your crotch directly over my face." When she had placed herself in the classic "69" position, he started to lick the full length of her crotch crack, from clitoris to asshole. Her love juice overflowed from her hole like a fountain, and he hungrily lapped up that sweet nectar as fast as he could. Bringing his hands into play as well, he wet them in her personal elixir and then slipped a finger up her ass and diddled her clit with another. In a short time, they were both as hot as a summer's day in Phoenix. "O.K.," he interrupted. "We'd better stop before we come. There's still a couple of more places I'd like to stick my dick before we're finished." "What do I mean by a couple of more places?" she asked. "You'll see. Just trust me. I haven't led you wrong up to this point, have I?" "No, not so far." "Then stop asking silly questions and just place yourself in my expert hands. Someone has to be in control in a relationship, and in this relationship, it's me. Do what I say and I'll take care of you. I wouldn't steer you wrong, would I?" "No, I don't think so. O.K., you're in charge. It'll be kind of nice to let someone else make all the decisions for a change. At work I always have so much pressure on me in that regard. It seems like all the decisions and responsibility rest on my shoulders. What do you want me to do?" "Well, when you're with me, I'll take all the responsibility and make all the decisions. Your shoulders have a big enough job just holding up those two sweater balloons you carry around. Now roll over onto your back." Claire obediently tumbled off him and lay flat on the bed. "Now bend your legs at the knee," he directed, "and lift them as high as you can. Try to touch the outside of your shoulders with them. Put your hands behind your knees if you have to, and spread them apart as wide as possible." Tony knelt up on the bed between her raised and splayed legs. In that position, and from his angle, Claire looked totally obscene, like something out of a hardcore porno magazine. He thought she looked great. Spread open and utterly vulnerable, it turned him on to see her like that. He took a firm grip on the base of his stiff cock and rubbed the head up and down between her pussy lips and over her clit. Every so often he popped the head into her cunt hole and gave it a few strokes. After repeating the procedure several times, Claire began to moan softly and move her hips. "Do you like that? I thought you would." He laid the shaft down flat between her pussy lips and stroked it back and forth, rubbing her entire crotch, from clit to asshole, simultaneously. Tony kept varying his movements like that, mixing them up so she won't know which kind of stimulation is coming next. "Well, Claire, it looks like this is really getting to you. You look like you're getting ready to come again. You are going to come again, aren't you?" She nodded. Her eyes were closed and she was definitely getting there soon. "I thought so. I think if I just make these strokes a little harder... and a little deeper... it will push you over the top. Come on, blow your cookies for me. Let me see you come. Go for it... Come on, come for me. You're almost there, I can tell. Come on, that's it!" The dam of sexual tension in her gut burst, and the copious floodwaters of pleasure rushed out. She actually thought she felt the room start to spin, while behind her eyelids, electrical sparks of bliss flashed brilliantly. Tony held still, maintaining the contact between his dick and her crotch until she was finished coming. He hadn't come himself, but he was intentionally saving that for later. Tony moved away from her. As he did, her legs fell flat onto the bed, but were remained splayed apart. "That was nice, wasn't it?", he asked rhetorically." He took her hand in his and placed it on her sodden crotch. "I have to get up for a minute, but I'll be right back," he said as he arose from the bed. "I want you to play with yourself while you wait for me." "Where are you going?," she asked groggily. "There you go with all those silly questions again. I have to go and look for something, but as soon as I find it, I'll be right back. Just lie there and play with your pussy to keep it ready for me and I'll be back in a minute or two." He walked directly to her nightstand and opened the top drawer. "Aha," he exclaimed. "There thy are, right where I thought they'd be." Claire turned her head towards him to see what he was talking about and saw him reach into the drawer and pull out a latex dildo and a tube of lubricant. She blushed. Her little secret had been discovered. The dildo was one of those battery powered ones with a built in vibrator. It was about six inches long and shaped like a real cock. It was somewhat slimmer than his own cock. Tony walked back to the bed carrying it and the lubricant. "I knew that a highly sexed, divorced woman such as yourself had to have one of these lying around. I just looked in the most logical place for you to keep it, and there it was!" He turned the dildo on to check the batteries and it sprang to life. He turned it off, set it and the tube of lubricant down on the mattress and climbed back onto the bed. "What are you going to do with that?," she asked. "I don't need it right now, I've got you." "Let me be the judge of that. We'll put it to good use a little later, I promise. It will be a surprise. I'm glad you followed my instructions and kept playing with your pussy while I was gone. You look so hot lying there with your fingers in your twat. O.K., it's time to go to work again. Roll over onto your belly." Claire took her hand out of her crotch and did as he asked. "Now keep your head down and kneel up with your knees about shoulder width apart, raising your ass in the air... That's it, good." Tony knelt up right behind her. "Let me see, is your pussy still good and wet?" He felt her twat with the fingers of one hand. "Yes, it sure is! It's nice and wet, and open, just like I want it." He rubbed the head of his dick up and down in her crack several times, and then started feeding it into her honeypot, a bit at a time. Deeper and deeper it went, until it was all the way in. Then he started fucking her with long slow strokes, enjoying every nuance of feeling he was receiving from her tight twat. "Use the fingers of your left hand to play with your clit while I'm fucking you," he instructed. Let me spread the cheeks of your ass apart, like this, so I can watch my cock sliding in and out of your pussy. That looks so nice. Your cute, puckered rosebud of an asshole looks nice too, and so inviting. I think I'll touch it." He rubbed a fingertip all around the edges of her butt hole, causing her to wiggle her hips sensuously. "It seems a little dry, so I'll just take some of this lubricant I brought with me... squeeze a big gob of it on my fingers... and rub it all over the outer rim of your asshole. "Now I'll push some inside with one of my fingers. Well, that went in nice and easy... I think I'll try two fingers. I'll just work them in gently like this and... there, both are all the way in. Now I'll just continue to fuck your twat with my prick while I finger fuck your asshole. You keep working on your clit." He worked her over like that for several minutes. Her tight, back passage gradually loosened until the full length of his two fingers were sliding out of it more easily. It was still very tight, but he decided it was time to go on to the next step. "Well, it's time for you to get the surprise I told you about before," he said. Removing his fingers from her as, he picked up the dildo, lubricated it, turned it on, and began rubbing the outside of her asshole with it in slow little circles. She moaned at the sensation and wiggled her ass. "You really like that, don't you. I can tell by the way you're twitching and squirming around. My, your asshole seems to be relaxing and loosening up nicely. Let's see how much of this thing we can get stuffed in there. I'll just work it in slowly, a little at a time." He kept pressing the dildo inward while he fucked her pussy until it was completely buried in her butt. Tony could feel its vibrations on his shaft through the thin membrane separating her two holes. "There, it's in all the way. How does it feel to get fucked in both holes at once? Do you like it? Another first I presume?" Breathing more rapidly now, she managed to get out a barely intelligible "Yes," wrapped by a long moan. "I like it a lot too. I can feel the vibrations of the dildo against my cock in your other hole," he said. Within a minute or so, he was sure he couldn't take much more of these sensations without blasting his load, and there was still one place he wanted to go that he hadn't yet been to. "Just let me slip my cock out of your pussy for a second. Don't worry, you'll get it back soon." In what seemed like one, swift motion, Tony pulled his throbbing rod out of her cunt and the dildo out of her asshole. Then he quickly stuck the dildo into her pussy, smeared a huge gob of the lubricant on his own prick, and placed its head against the entrance to her ass. He pressed his hips forward. Her rectal muscles resisted the larger intruder, but not for long. Within a few seconds, his persistent pressure won out, and the head of his dick popped inside her back door. They both moaned, Claire from a combination of pleasure and pain and Tony from the pure pleasure with which the tightness of her hot back passage gripped his cock head. For a brief second or two she tried to pull away from him to escape from his rude invasion of her bowels, but he held her fast, knowing that in little while, her rectal muscles would loosen up and become accustomed to the intruder, and then she would begin to enjoy it. Once the head was in, as they say, the rest was easy. While he waited, he held perfectly still, not wanting to cause her any unnecessary discomfort. Sure enough, as the seconds ticked by, he felt her bum hole begin to stretch and relax. When it had slackened sufficiently, he began to move his cock in and out of her butt. He used very slow, short strokes at first, to accustom her to the new feelings she was receiving and allow her sphincter muscles to loosen further. Finally, it was in all the way to the balls. "It feels so warm and tight in there," he moaned. He began to alternate his strokes, his cock into her ass, and the dildo out of her twat, the dildo in, and his cock out. Gradually, he got the rhythm and increased his speed. He was breathing hard and fast now, but no harder or faster than she was. It was obvious that Claire had gotten over her initial reluctance was now as turned on by this double pronged intrusion as he was. She grunted and moaned with each penetrating stroke, and her body writhed beneath him. They were both getting close to the edge. He somehow managed to speak to her between the short, fast breaths he was taking. "I don't know if... you can hear me... the way you're moaning... and thrashing about,... but this feels... really great! I don't even... have to ask you... how it feels... to you. "Are you getting... ready to come again?... I'll take that grunt... for a yes. Me too... and soon. I can feel... the pressure... building up... in my balls. I think... we're going to come... together! When we do,... I'm going... to shove... this dildo... into your... twat... and my dick... up your ass... at the... same... time,... as far... as I... can. "Mmm...mmm...! Oh, shit! Here it comes! Oh shit! Wow! Mmm...mmm......MMM!" Tony blasted spurt after powerful spurt of hot come deep into her bowels. The first shot triggered Claire's orgasm, and she began to come as well. She arched her ass up to allow his cock to penetrate her more deeply, and he pushed forward to accommodate her as best he could. Half way through their explosive event, they lost their balance. She fell forward onto her stomach and he fell on top of her, but he managed to keep his spitting dick buried deeply in her butt. As their climaxes subsided, he was surprised to hear her chuckle softly to herself. "What's so damn funny?," he asked. "That's the first time I ever made a woman laugh by poking her up the ass. What gives?" "I wasn't laughing at you," she said, still chuckling. I was just thinking that there went the last vestige of my virginity that I'd managed to hold on to all these years." "Well, I guess that's a feather in my hat. It's been quite some time since I busted a cherry." He joined her in laughter and went on. "But the important part is, did you like it? Did it feel good to you? That's what counts." "Yes,", she responded. "It was great. It did hurt a little at first, but when I got used to having something that big up there, and let myself relax, I really got into it. I think I'd like to try it again some time." "That's good. I'm glad I was able to help you enjoy yourself. Damn, though! That was one hell of a climax! I'm sorry I collapsed on top of you like that, but I felt like I was shooting my guts into you, and your asshole was clamped down on my dick so hard it almost hurt, but it was a good hurt, pleasurable, very. I think I almost passed out. As a matter of fact, I think you did pass out for a few seconds. Let's just lie here for a minute or so while my cock softens and we get some air in our lungs." They lay together without moving for several long minutes. He could feel his cock shrinking and slowly slipping out of her ass. It continued to do so until only the head was still inside, held there by the pressure of her sphincter muscle. "Tony?" she murmured. "Yes?" "Could you please get off me. You're getting kind of heavy." "Sure," he answered. He slipped his cock the rest of the way out of her ass and rolled over onto his back on the mattress. "Sorry about that. Sometimes, when I'm totally relaxed, like I am now, I get to be dead weight." "I know," she said. "My sister used to tell me about that too. I didn't totally believe her. I didn't understand how someone who always looked so slim and trim could feel like he weighed 300 pounds, but I believe her now." They both had a good laugh over that. When their laughter ceased, they rested. Then Tony spoke: "Well, now that we've had time to recuperate, how did you like our little adventure?" "Well, in a nut shell, it was the best sex I ever had," she said earnestly, "but..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the rest of her sentence unfinished. "It was damn near the best I've ever had, too," he remarked. "But what did you mean by that 'but'?" "I guess I'm starting to feel a little guilty about what we did," she said in a low voice. "I'm not sure if we were right to do this. You are my brother-in-law, and I am supposed to be getting married to Bill in less than three months. Although he and I haven't exactly been celibate, we've never done anything like what you and I did today. I do love him, but I'm not even sure I'd ever want to do the things with him that we did. And what if he finds out? It will be all over between us, and I don't want that to happen." Tony knew that they were at a turning point. If he ever wanted to get into Claire's pants again, and he certainly did, he had to try to convince her that there was nothing wrong with what happened between them. If he succeeded, he was sure he could expand their sexual relationship even further, if he didn't, that would certainly be the end of it. He took a few seconds to compose his thoughts, and then spoke in his most earnest voice. "Now don't you go starting to feel remorseful about what we did. Anything that felt that good couldn't be bad, not in the least. "Yes, he probably would feel hurt if he knew about it, and he'd probably break off your engagement. But just who is going to tell him? I'm certainly not, and if you don't either, there's no way he can ever know about it. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. It's something strictly between us, and none of his or anybody else's business as far as I'm concerned." "Well, maybe you're right, but I don't think we should let something like this ever happen again." "Just hold it right there. Why in the world shouldn't we do it again? The way we interacted just now makes it clear to me that our bodies were just made for each other. There's a extraordinary physical synergy between us that we'd be stupid to try and ignore. It's been simmering beneath the surface for years. All that happened today was that it finally broke out into the light. What wouldn't be right is for us to make believe it didn't exist. "We obviously have a very special kind of relationship that was meant to be. It has nothing to do with your relationship with Bill. It's on a different plane, all by itself." She interrupted: "I don't see how it isn't related. How can I do something like this with you and not have it effect my relationship with him? How can I even let this happen one time, let alone say we'll do it again, and still say that I love Bill? It doesn't make sense to me." "I'll tell you how. There are different kinds of love in this world. Do you know how you can love a brother or sister with all your heart and still fall in love in a romantic sense? That doesn't affect your relationship with your sibling, does it? Of course not. Well, we really have a similar kind of thing here. You love Bill in a romantic sense, but our relationship is a different kind of love. It's more on a physical plane, but not totally. "There's some kind of affinity between our souls that caused this to happen, and made it so singularly good for both of us. I'm not sure I totally understand it either. All I know is, I'm positive it was meant to happen, and we'd be wrong to try and ignore that fact. "I also know by the way you reacted today, that you need someone to take control of part of your life, to help you release the tension that builds up from your job and other responsibilities. You need to just let yourself go and temporarily place all the decision making responsibility in someone else's hands. The problem is, however, that it needs to be someone you trust implicitly, because to make something like that work, once you turn over that control, it has to be without restriction and you can't take it back. "I have nothing against Bill, but he's just not that kind of guy. It's obvious that when you and he are together, you're the one in control, and you both seem to want to keep it that way. I, on the other hand, am perfectly willing and capable of playing the dominant role in a relationship with you. I think I proved that here today. Also, I think you know that you can have absolute trust in me." Tony paused and looked at Claire, waiting for a comment or an objection. None came. She was completely silent. He needed some kind of sign from her to know how to proceed further. "I guess you're thinking about everything I said. Well, that's good, but I need a decision from you. Are you willing to continue our relationship indefinitely under the conditions I've described?" Her silence continued, so he took one more shot. "If you agree, you don't have to say anything, just put your hand in mine. If you do that, I'll know you agree. If you don't, I'll know that what happened between us here today was a very enjoyable, one time happening, and that will be the end of it." He looked away from her, held his hand out, and waited. Claire didn't move or say anything for about thirty seconds, but to Tony, it seemed like a lot longer. Finally, he felt the bed stir as she began to move. He wasn't sure if it was to take his hand, or to get up and leave the room. Each second seemed to take an eternity to tick by. All of a sudden, he felt her soft hand touch his palm. He breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed her hand tightly. Then he turned to face her, and kissed her long and lovingly on the lips. When the kiss broke, he said, "Good. Then it's decided. Now here's what we're going to do. From this moment on, we're going to continue to see and fuck each other, even after you get married again,. If you think about it, you'll see that the main difference between what happened here and any relationship you've ever had in the past is that I completely took the lead and you willingly followed. You put yourself totally and completely in my hands, trusting me and, in effect, voluntarily surrendering yourself totally to my direction and control. In turn, I willingly accepted the lead and confidently guided you with an expertise and self-confidence that few people have. In that way we were perfect together. Do you agree?" "Yes, I agree," she answered. "Then I want you to agree right now, that from now on, as far as anything sexual or sexually related is concerned, you will fully and totally submit yourself to my direction. That you'll do anything sexual or sexually related I ask, without question or reservation of any type, any time and any place that I ask. I want you to agree to this right now, and swear an oath to that effect." "But what if," Claire started to say. Tony interrupted her. "No, stop right there. There can't be any conditions to this relationship. It's all or nothing. You just have to trust me. Put yourself completely in my hands, and trust that I will never do anything to really hurt you. Swear this now or forget about it forever. It's up to you. Well?" There was a brief pause, and then she answered in a hushed voice: "O.K., I swear it." "Good. Then it's done. I accept your oath. Now go take a shower and clean yourself up. When you get back I'll have your first task for you, a test of your loyalty. We'll have several of these before I'm convinced you really meant your oath and intend to live up to it. If you fail even one of them, it will all be over, and there's no going back. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand." "Good. Now go do what I told you to, and don't be too long." Claire rose from the bed and went directly into the bathroom. Tony heard the shower start. As he lay there and waited for her, he thought about how he would handle it from here on in. About ten minutes later, Claire returned and stood silently at the foot of the bed. Tony made her wait there for a minute or two before acknowledging her presence. He knew little things like that counted a lot in a training process such as this, and he was going to need every psychological advantage he could get if his efforts were going to be successful. "Back already? Did you clean yourself up well? Let me check. Turn around, bend over and spread your ass cheeks with your hands so I can inspect you." Claire silently did as he instructed. Tony looked over the area of her crotch closely, but didn't touch her. "Good, nice and squeaky clean. Now hold that position. I'll just take this dildo that's the same size as my cock, lubricate it, turn it on low, and slip it all the way into your twat hole...like this. There. Now stand up and put on your panties." Again, Claire complied quickly and silently. When she had her panties on, Tony continued. "You will keep that fake cock in you until I give you permission to remove it. There are only two circumstances under which you can take it out. One, is if you have to go to the bathroom or wash up. When that happens, you'll take it out at the last minute, do what you have to do, and then put it right back in. The other is if the batteries run down. If that happens, you'll take it out, replace the batteries, and then put it right back inside you. And you'd better keep a couple of spare pairs of batteries with you wherever you go, just in case. Is that clear?" "Yes, I understand," she answered. "Good." "How long should I keep it in me?", she asked. "Until I tell you to remove it," he responded quickly. "That's all you have to know." "What about when I go out with Bill?" "You're asking too many questions. Remember what I said about that. I thought I had made myself clear, but since you're just getting started in this kind of a relationship, I'll explain. Keep the dildo inside you until I specifically tell you to remove it. I will advise you that, if you see your fiance before that happens, you'd probably be better off making up some kind of excuse to put off having sex with him or even letting him touch you below the waist until this test is over. It'll probably be a lot easier than trying to explain why your hole is stuffed full of rubber cock." "O.K.," she agreed. "Now I have to go. I have things to do at my house. Don't worry, everything will work out fine." He got up and dressed quickly. Then he kissed her tenderly goodbye and left. [END OF PART 1 - LOOK FOR PART 2, COMING SOON TO THIS BBS] (NOTICE: As the author of this work, I hereby retain all rights to it except those directly related to personal use by BBS subscribers and its upload it to other BBSs. Restricted activities include modification, deletion of this notice, and any commercial use, except as stated above. I really enjoy writing these things, and doing the related field research. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading them, as well as any ancillary activities you may choose to engage in, but please be fair and don't rip off my work. Thanks! "Joe Anthony")