The Babaysitter

Alissa has been babysitting for the Ross family for about a year. She is a senior in college, and babysits to earn extra money for books and other things she needed.

She is a very attractive 23 year old, with sexy blue eyes and short blonde hair. Mrs. Ross, and her husband Tom had called Alissa to babysit for them Saturday night.

She told Alissa she could use the guest bedroom, because they probably wouldn't be home until the wee hours of the morning. Alissa told her,

"No problem...have fun."

At around eleven Alissa grew tired of studying and watching TV. Rather than sit up and do nothing Alissa decided it was time to go up to bed. Unfortunately her mind was still active from studying, and she couldn't get to sleep no matter how hard she tried.

After tossing and turning for almost an hour, Alissa decided that maybe a little self pleasure would help her relax. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath as she started caressing her breasts concentrating on how good it felt.

She was soon running her fingers over her soft, fleshy mounds, and teasing them with light feathery touches. She has extremely sensitive nipples, and she loves the way it feels when she teases them. She likes strumming her nipples with her finger tips, and gently flicking them.

Alissa sighed as her arousal began to grow, and it wasn't very long until she was having what she liked to call a nipple gasm.

Still not feeling sleepy Alissa parted her legs, and began running her hands up and down her soft inner thighs.

It felt so good as her fingers moved along her creamy thighs as she continued pleasuring herself. She was becoming more and more aroused moved her hand down between her legs, and moving her hand down her silk panties.

She started teasing her swollen lips, and clit through the thin material of her panties, sending erotic surges coursing through her sexy young body.

Her panties were soon soaked with her juices as she continued making slow, circular motions over her mound and squeezing it gently.

The more she teased her pussy the more aroused she became.

Alissa was in her own little world of sexual bliss which was probably why she didn't hear the Ross' when they arrived home early.

They had come home much earlier than expected because the party had turned out to be pretty boring. Before looking in on Alissa and the baby, Nicole decided to take a shower to relax.

Once she was done she told her husband Tom that she was going to peek in on the baby, and see if Alissa was asleep yet.

Seeing that the baby was sound asleep, Nicole went to check in on Alissa to see if she was asleep as well.

She turned the door knob carefully so as not to wake Alissa in case she was sleeping, and peeked into the room. She wasn't expecting the sight that greeted her when she saw Alissa with her legs spread wide and her panties pulled aside.

Oblivious to Nicole's presence Alissa continued working her fingers deep inside her pussy as Nicole stood in the doorway watching her. She wanted to leave, yet the sight of Alissa masturbating was so captivating.

Alissa looked so beautiful lying there with her fingers deep inside her pussy, that Nicole found it impossible to turn away. Nicole felt her own arousal beginning to grow as she looked on.

As she stood in the doorway Nicole placed her hand on her breast, and began to move her fingers over her nipples feeling them starting to stiffen and tingle.

Nicole's nipples were soon as hard as Alissa's as she rolled them between her fingers, all while watching Alissa's arousal continuing to increase.

Suddenly Alissa's body stiffened as she raised her hips up off the bed, while turning her head from side to side. Her moaning increased an orgasm washed over her.

Once her orgasm had subsided, and she began to relax Alissa opened her eyes to find Nicole standing in the doorway watching her.

"Oh Mrs. Ross...I'm so sorry....I couldn't sleep and well...I."

Nicole smiled,

"Shhhh...it's alright Hon, and call me Nicole...please. I apologize for watching you, but you looked so beautiful lying there I couldn't help myself. I hope you don't mind?"

"No, not at all."

"Good. I have to admit that you have really turned me on seeing you pleasuring yourself like that. I guess I'd better go and let you get some sleep."

"No. What I mean is, do you have to?"

"No, I suppose not?"

Nicole walked into the room closing the door behind her, and sat next to Alissa on the bed.

"So, you can't get to sleep?"

"No my mind was still going from all the studying I'd been doing, and so I thought masturbating would help."

"Well, did it?"

"Well sort of, but now I'm to aroused to go to sleep."

"I know what you mean."

The conversation seemed to wane as Nicole, and Alissa were experiencing one of those awkward moments of silence. Nicole smiled and said,

"You have such beautiful skin Alissa. It must be so soft and silky. I love your breasts too, and your hard nipples. They look like little rose buds. Are they as sensitive as they look?"

"Oh yes....very!"

"Mmmm, mine too."

"You are really beautiful too Mrs.....I mean Nicole."

"Thank you Sweetie."

"Your breasts are so much larger than mine."

Nicole looked at Alissa saying,

"You know it's alright if you want to keep masturbating while we talk. I don't mind if you don't."

Alissa smiled and pulled off her panties, about to toss them aside when Nicole asked if she could have them. Alissa handed Nicole her panties, and then started rubbing her pussy.

While Nicole looked on, Alissa slipped her middle finger between her wet lips. While Nicole watched she held Alissa's panties to her nose taking in her erotic aroma.

The moment was interrupted when Tom tapped softly on the bedroom door asking if everything was alright.

"Yes Dear....Alissa and I are talking. I'll be with you a little while."

Nicole waited while Tom walked back down the hall.

"Go ahead Hon, he'll be out the second his head hits the pillow. He's had a little to much to drink at the party."

Alissa and Nicole giggled as Alissa started fingering herself again. Nicole reached down, and opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. She pulled out a life like replica of a male cock lubing it with KY.

"Here Hon try this, and see how you like it. It's one of my favorites."

"Really?"

"Sure, this is the room I use when I want some private time to myself."

"Thank you Nicole."

Alissa took the dildo and started running it along her wet lips. She smiled as she moved the dildo over her pussy lips while Nicole watched her. After a few minutes Alissa eased the head of the dildo between her lips, slididng it into her pussy.

Once the dildo was inside her hot little pussy, she started fucking herself with it. She looked over at Nicole watching her, and smiling as she said,

"Oh my, this is wonderful."

"Good, I'm glad you like it."

Nicole watched as Alissa continued pleasuring herself, working the dildo around in her pussy and looking over at Nicole to see her as if she were looking for Nicole's approval.

The sexual tension in the room was growing along with their passion, as both Nicole and Alissa knew something was going to happen between them.

With her heart pounding in her chest, Alissa reached over with her free hand, and tugged gently at Nicole's sheer robe. Her robe opened exposing her breasts to Alissa's view.

Nicole smiled at the look of lust in Alissa eyes. She felt so wicked allowing Alissa to look at her breasts, and yet she knew they both wanted one another.

Nicole stood up and slowly opening her robe completely, allowing Alissa to see her naked body. She let the robe fall to the floor, and stood in front of Alissa totally naked.

Not saying a word Nicole started caressing her breasts and nipples as Alissa watched, and worked the dildo deeper into her pussy.

Nicole moved closer to the bed placing her knee on the edge while reaching down, and started running her fingers over Alissa's nipples.

Alissa closed her eyes and started cumming from Nicole's touch, her body shuddering as she came. Once she had finished cumming, Alissa looked up at Nicole's smiling face saying,

"Your pussy is so beautiful Nicole. I bet it feels as soft as velvet."

"Why don't you find out?"

Holding the dildo in her hand and continuing to work it in her pussy, Alissa reached up with her fingers trembling slightly as she ran her fingers over Nicole's pussy.

"Oh Nicole your pussy is so soft."

Alissa moved her fingers over Nicole's pussy, exploring and touching her as Nicole closed her eyes and cooed softly. Alissa whispered,

"Oh my...your pussy is so wet."

"It's all your fault," Nicole whispered back.

Alissa then started exploring Nicole's pussy, running her fingers over her swollen lips while sliding her middle finger between Nicole's folds and then into her pussy.

Alissa began exploring Nicole's pussy as Nicole parted her legs allowing Alissa better access. Alissa continued exploring Nicole's pussy as Nicole closed her eyes and concentrated on Alissa touch.

After a few minutes Alissa pulled her hand away for a moment, her fingers covered with Nicole's juices. Alissa put her fingers to her lips, and then into her mouth tasting Nicole's sweet juices.

Smiling, she reached up again sliding her fingers back into Nicole's pussy as Nicole gasped. Nicole's pussy grasped Alissa's fingers as she worked them around inside Nicole. Nicole smiled whispering,

"Mmmmm, yes, oh yes....that feels so nice Alissa."

Nicole reached down caressing Alissa's cheek with the back of her fingers while Alissa started fucking herself with the dildo even harder.

Alissa worked both fingers deep into Nicole's pussy as Nicole moved toward an orgasm while Alissa neared yet another one herself.

With Alissa working her pussy with her fingers, and moving her thumb over her clit, Nicole grabbed the headboard to balance herself as a strong orgasm swept over her body.

No sooner had Nicole started cumming, than Alissa was overcome with yet another orgasm herself. Once her orgam had subsided Nicole grabbed Alissa's wrist, raising Alissa's hand to her face.

Nicole took in her own aroma that coverd Alissa's fingers, and then began licking them tasting her own juices. Once she had finished Nicole smiled down at Alissa asking,

"Have you ever made love to another woman before Alissa? Have you ever caressed another womans breasts, or tasted her pussy?"

"In my fantasies I have, but only in my fantasies. I've kissed a girl before, and we felt each other up but that's been it. Nothing like what you've described."

"Well there's always a first time Sweetie. Would you like to make love to me? I'm sure it will come naturally to you."

Alissa smiled and nodded her head indicating she would. Not giving her a chance to change her mind Nicole moved onto the bed. As Alissa laid there in anticipation of what was to come, Nicole straddled Alissa's face.

Alissa looked up at Nicole's beautiful pussy wanting more than anything to please her. Nicole gasped when she felt Alissa's tongue touch her pussy, and then start moving over her wet lips.

Just as she had thought, Alissa was a natural. She moved her tongue over Nicole's pussy, exploring every nook and cranny of Nicole's hot sex.

Nicole started mewing softly as Alissa stopped masturbating with the dildo for the time being, and placed her hands on Nicole's hips pulling her even closer.

She parted Nicole's folds with her tongue, tasting Nicole's juices as the ran down her tongue, and onto her face and chin. Alissa found she loved the taste of a woman, but then she knew she would.

She loved the taste of her own pussy so why not someone else.

Alissa slid her tongue deep into Nicole's pussy, and began tongue fucking her as she listened to Nicole's moans grow louder.

After a while Nicole laid down next to Alissa where the two shared a hot, passionate kiss. As their kisses grew more and more passionate, Nicole began making her way down Alissa's neck to her breasts where she began sucking Alissa's sensitive nipples.

Alissa moaned as Nicole alternated between licking and sucking her nipples. After satisfying her lust for Alissa's nipples, Nicole kissed her way down to Alissa's pussy.

She started out running her tongue around Alissa's labia, teasing her and causing her to gasp from the exquisite pleasure of Nicole's tongue teasing her.

The more Nicole teased Alissa, the more aroused she became, as she begged Nicole to suck her pussy. It wasn't long before Nicole gave in and started running her tongue over Alissa's pussy, kissing, licking and exploring her as Alissa gasp loudly.

Alissa had never had a woman like Nicole make love to her like this, let along go down on her and satisfy her orally. It was all she could do to keep from screaming as Nicole parted her folds, and began running her tongue up and down her creamy slit.

She squealed as Nicole started lapping up Alissa's juices as the flowed down onto her tongue. After taking Alissa to the edge, Nicole started tongue fucking her, and then replaced her tongue with her fingers while she took Alissa's clit into her mouth.

Alissa was soon gyrating her hips, and shoving them into Nicole's face as Nicole took her places she'd never been before. While she continued sucking Alissa's clit, and fingering her pussy, Nicole eased her little finger into Alissa's asshole making her squeal out again.

Finally Alissa couldn't take it any longer, and was cumming one more time, thrusting her hips against Nicole's tongue as her body quaked from the powerful orgasm that consumed her. After she'd stopped cumming Alissa whispered to Nicole,

"I want to make love to you now Nicole?"

Nicole smiled,

"Of course Dear."

The two sat up with Alissa staring at Nicole's beautiful body. She reached up, and started caressing Nicole's breasts while Nicole kissed her, and reassured her telling her she had a beautiful touch.

Encouraged by Nicole's words of praise, Alissa began licking and sucking Nicole's nipples. Once again Nicole could see that Alissa was a natural when it came to making love to a woman.

Alissa lovingly licked and sucked Nicole's nipples as she continued caressing Nicole's breasts. It was as if Alissa was insatiable, and unable to get enough of Nicole's breasts.

It wasn't long before Alissa had Nicole moaning from her sweet kisses and talented tongue. Alissa loved sucking Nicole's nipples, but she wanted to taste her pussy as well.

She started kissing her way down Nicole's stomach toward her pussy, smiling when she felt Nicole's soft pussy hair against her cheek. She paused for a moment as she took in Nicole's aroused scent.

Then as if she had been making love to Nicole for years, Alissa moved down between Nicole's legs, and began running her tongue up and down Nicole's wet lips. The scent, and taste of a woman was even better than Alissa had ever imagined.

Like Nicole had done to her, Alissa tried teasing her by moving her tongue all around Nicole's pussy, but not touching her labia. Nicole was cooing and moaning as Alissa resisted the temptation to just dive in.

Finally Alissa was unable to resist the desire to taste a woman for the first time. She moved her tongue over her pussy, and parted Nicole's folds with her tongue.

She loved hearing Nicole's moans of pleasure as she moved her tongue up and down Nicole's creamy slit, lapping up her juices as they spilled onto her tongue. She loved the taste of Nicole's sex, but then she knew she would.

Soon Alissa was moving her tongue over Nicole's pussy, exploring and penetrating her pussy as Nicole had done to her. She began tongue fucking Nicole, and listening to Nicole's moans of pleasure.

Alissa eventually move her tongue from inside Nicole's pussy replacing it with her fingers, as she started licking and sucking Nicole's clit. She loved hearing Nicole's moans of passion as she continued sucking her clit, and fingering her pussy, all of which turned Alissa on as well.

While she sucked Nicole's clit, she worked her fingers deep in Nicole's pussy in an attempt to duplicate what Nicole had done to her. Nicole's moans and squeals of passion told Alissa she was doing just fine.

Alissa also eased her finger between Nicole's cheeks, penetrating her ass with her little finger. It wasn't long before Nicole started cumming, her body shaking from a strong orgasm.

Once she had calmed down Nicole looked toward the door to see her husband Tom standing in just inside the room. His hard cock was in his hand, and he was slowly stroking himself and smiling.

"I guess you weren't asleep after all."

"How could I sleep with the smell of all this pussy wafting through the house? Can I join in or is this just a private party?"

"I don't know...what do you say Alissa? Do you mind if Tom joins us? He has a nice big cock, and I think his cock will fill your pussy quite nicely, but it's up to you."

"Mmmmm, I guess so. I do like cocks even though I think I like women more. I'd love to see how a "real" man makes love to a woman. The boys my age are so clumsy and in such a hurry."

Nicole looked over at her husband saying,

"Well Tom, there's you answer."

"Alissa, why don't you suck Tom's cock first. That's something a woman should always be good at, and in the meantime I want to taste your pussy again."

Alissa took Tom's cock in her hand as Nicole maneuvered herself between Alissa's legs one more time. She had soft a patch of blonde pussy fur that felt so soft as it brushed Nicole's cheek.

Tom moved in closer as Alissa began to kiss his cock, and run her tongue over the thick head. She noticed a clear drop of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. She licked it off saying,

"Mmmm, that tastes different than I'd expected."

Nicole continued licking Alissa's pussy while Alissa ran her tongue up, and down Tom's thick shaft listening to his moans of pleasure. It was hard to concentrate on sucking Tom's cock with Nicole licking her pussy and sucking her clit.

After several minutes Nicole decided she wanted to see how Alissa was doing, so she moved from between Alissa's legs, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. She noticed right away that Alissa seemed to have a natural talent for sucking cock as well as eating pussy.

Nicole watched as Alissa took her husbands cock down her throat, and began toying with his balls. As Alissa sucked his cock Tom moaned, and held onto the headboard with his right hand to balance himself. Nicole looked up at her husband saying,

"You better fuck her Tom before you lose your load down her throat."

Tom nodded as he reluctantly backed away, and asked Alissa if she had any preferences.

"I'm not really sure."

Nicole suggest that Tom lay down, and that way she could sit on his face while Alissa sat on his cock. Alissa maneuvered around, lowering herself onto Tom's big cock as Nicole held it still for her.

Nicole watched as Tom's cock slowly disappeared into Alissa's pussy inch by inch until he was all the way in. Nicole looked at Alissa asking.

"Does it feel good having a nice, big cock filling your tight little pussy?"

"Yes....I just need to get used to his size."

"Of course. Take your time, and when you're ready you can start. Take it easy at first, and as you get used to his size you can pick up the pace. Now go ahead and start humping Tom's cock while I sit on his face."

It didn't take long for Alissa to get used to having Tom inside her as she slowly started humping his cock. She loved the feeling of his cock inside her, and was soon picking up the pace.

In the meantime Nicole had maneuvered herself around, and was now straddling her husbands face while lowering her pussy down onto his waiting tongue. 

The Great Flood

I drove into town to be met by a wall of hostility, not the usual hostility associated with a stranger taking up residence in a smallish country town, which I was, but the hostility towards a man taking the place of a beloved citizen, which I also was. I was because I was guilty of buying up the beloved citizen's property in a mortgagee sale.

What the hostile residents of Woods Ford didn't realise was that I had lived here before, albeit briefly, and that there was a certain amount of revenge involved in my return. I was born here but left when I was a few months old, because my mother, Barbara Lloyd, was hounded out of this righteous community because she had the temerity to fall pregnant while she was a single girl, girl being the operative word. She was just eighteen at the time. She refused to identify the father of her child and, although she had been going with Edward Woods at the time, he denied the possibility that he could be the father and, because of this denial she was branded a 'fallen woman' even before she became a woman.

Her father, Herbert Lloyd, who was the local parson, turned his back on her, so she packed up her meagre belongings and headed into the city to try to make a new life for herself and her newborn son, James Parsons, me. I was christened James after her father and she chose to change her name to Parsons by deed poll, in an ironic reference to the man who turned his back on her, and on his chance to fully and openly display his Christian love to her.

She went to live with her mother's sister who had agreed to help her in any way that she could, looking after me when she found work in an office as a typist, taking me to and from school until I went to high school when it was decided that I could get myself to and from school. The whole time my mother and I had been accepted into the family and both of us received an abundance of love and affection from Aunt Cecily and Uncle Ben and Cousins Pete and Rhonda. My Grand-mother visited from time to time to bring us all up to date about Woods Ford and its inhabitants. My mother cried herself to sleep on the night that she heard that Edward Woods had married Jane Thomas, and she smiled to herself when she heard that Jane was divorcing Edward because of his affair with Nancy Brewster.

I graduated high school with good grades, enough to get into Engineering, and I later graduated with an honours degree. This I followed with a post graduate doctorate in Civil Engineering with a focus on dam construction. In this country there is a demand for a regular and consistent water supply for both rural and city use, so my qualifications were very much in demand and I worked on several large catchment dams as well as smaller flood mitigation dams. It was a flood mitigation project that first got me interested in Woods Ford.

The town was situated just downstream from the confluence of two streams, that every ten years or so, flooded, causing significant damage to Woods Ford. Most of the townspeople saw the need for this mitigation project but, first Henry Woods and then his son Edward when he took control of the family hardware and building supply store, resisted the move. Henry Woods was a long time Shire President and was able to convince enough council members to support him in his efforts to defer construction approval.

Those residents that were in favour of the proposal were hopeful when Henry retired that Edward would see the merits of the project and support it. They were to be disappointed when he decided that the financial benefits to the family business from the regular flood repairs far outweighed that of stopping the flooding.

It was when I mentioned to my mother that I was being sent by the State Water Authority to Woods Ford to research the feasibility of the project that she told me of my connection to the place. This got me interested in the history and politics of Woods Ford, in particular the Woods family.

Josiah Woods was the first to settle this district and because of this he chose the best land, it was highly productive alluvial soil, full of nutrients deposited on the flood plain during the occasional floods. As more settlers moved in a small village was built up around the river crossing. This was a ford because at most times there was very little water running over the road. At first the road was consolidated with gravel from a local quarry that Josiah Woods had established further up the side of the valley, but it was later decided to build a more permanent and flood-proof crossing. A substantial stone arch bridge was built using stone from the quarry and cement supplied by Josiah from his newly established store.

The store and the Woods family flourished on a base of being the sole supplier of building materials and hardware within a fifty mile radius and, in the days of horse and cart transport, this was a major undertaking. The Woods Ford population just accepted the fact that they had to pay a premium on supplies from Woods Hardware and Building Supplies.

The Woods family ruled the district with a form of benevolent despotism. As long as you didn't buck the status quo life was easy for you, but any opposition was met with force. Josiah Woods established a Methodist chapel so that the spiritual needs of the inhabitants could be met. While attendance at this church was not mandatory, those who missed the occasional Sunday service had to show cause and pay their usual financial contribution to the church, while those who chose not to attend found themselves 'sent to Coventry', that is shunned by Josiah, and ultimately the rest of the population. If they chose to return to the fold they were accepted, but only after serving a probationary period. Attendance at the church was always strong.

The men of the district were dour hard working folk, used to putting in a ten hour day tilling the soil or felling and milling timber. A co-operative abattoir and dairy was set up to process meat and dairy for those who didn't have the facility to process their own, so apart from those products such a plates and pots and pans that could not be made locally, the district was largely self-sufficient.

The Woods men had the pick of the crop when it came to women to marry, usually the daughter of a family in favour with the patriarch. The chosen one had to have certain qualities, good looks and poise, a compliant manner and a genetically superior bloodline. This is where my mother failed the test. She was certainly pretty enough having been taught grace and deportment from an early age, her bloodline was considered by the Woods to be, while not considered 'superior', good enough. Where she failed to pass muster was that she was less than compliant, there was a rebellious streak in her make-up that just wasn't acceptable. She suffered fools lightly and considered most of the Woods Ford boys to fit into that category. Except for Edward that is, it was he of all the local boys who she found to be of a similar disposition to herself. Henry Woods forbade Edward from seeing young Barbara because of her rebellious streak that saw her spending more time with boys than she did with the girls of the town. While people didn't actually come out and accuse her of having loose morals, it was rumoured that she was free and easy with her affections. These rumours were only partly true for, while she was no longer a virgin before the end of her eighteenth year, she had made love to only one boy. Edward considered himself to be privileged that she had allowed him to move beyond first base and had visions of an interesting life with the tempestuous young Parson's daughter, but that was until the night that she told him the she had fallen pregnant and that he was the father.

Edward was at first devastated with this news, he was not prepared for the change in his circumstances that parenthood would bring. He decided that denial was the best course of action and circulated a rumour that, while she was pregnant, he was not the child's father. He even went as far as coercing some of his friends into accusing Barbara of having sex with them. From being a well thought of young lady to slut was a short ride, she was shunned by the other girls who would look and talk openly behind their hands about which boy she had been seen having sex with. That none of these rumours were true mattered little to the gossip-mongers. Barbara added fuel to the rumours by openly displaying her pregnancy for all to see. Her father tried to get her to display some remorse in her condition but she refused. "It takes two people to make a baby, I am proud of this achievement, and if the father does not share that pride then he is not the man I thought him to be."

In the month that followed my birth my mother would openly walk down Main Street with me in a pram. No-one stopped to coo over the cute little baby, choosing instead to ignore 'the hussy and her bastard' as they passed, nose held high. My Grand-mother, Rebecca, spoke to her sister Cecily, and it was decided that Barbara and I should go and live with her and her family. The childhood I had was by far better than I would have had in Wood Ford, even if my mother and Edward Woods had married. The marriage would not have survived Edward's philandering ways, loyalty was one of her strongest character traits and one of his weakest.

The house that I had bought had belonged to Robert Burroughs whose Grand-father had settled not long after Josiah Woods and while Woods branched out into business, Burroughs remained firmly entrenched in farming the rich alluvial soils. Each year crops were planted and harvested and sold within the district. As the years went by the Burroughs expanded their operations and introduced new and improved crops and methods until they were shipping produce to markets far afield. The Burroughs family were philanthropic, giving produce to the needy and following the floods would open their storerooms and provide for those who had lost all.

Unfortunately times change, crops that fetched good prices in years past no longer showed a profit as the supermarket chains screwed the producers. This combined with cheaper imports from other districts where economies of scale and mechanical harvesting technology resulted in much lower production costs, led to the downfall of the Burroughs dynasty. Those people who had been helped in years gone by did not find it in their hearts to help support the Burroughs in their time of need. The current Robert Burroughs had borrowed heavily from the banks who considered their loyalty to their shareholders to be far greater than their loyalty to their customer. They foreclosed on the mortgage and placed the property on the market. It was sold it to me at a fraction of its worth, because the banks were interested only in recouping their loss, not in selling at a market price that would have resulted in a return to the Burroughs.

This contributed to the feeling of hatred that confronted my arrival to Woods Ford. I had expected some animosity, but was un-prepared for the level that was directed at me. I soon found myself labelled a 'trouble-maker' because I had approached the Shire Council about my plans to survey the valley above Woods Ford with the view to the construction of a flood mitigation dam. Because there had not been a flood for some years the Council stated that one was not needed. Of course Edward Woods being the current Shire President had nothing to do with that decision!

I was still able to carry out survey work on a proposed site for a dam because I now owned the land, something that hadn't escaped the notice of Edward Woods, a fact that he pointed out to me when he threatened me. I spent much of my time at the local library going over old newspaper records of previous floods. These records brought to light some interesting facts, like Burroughs donated food to families affected by the floods and extended interest free loans to those who needed a financial leg up to get back on their feet. The beneficiaries of this generosity showed their thanks by actually voluntarily paying standard bank interest on the loans. Meanwhile Woods Hardware and Building Supplies not only did not give essential materials to effect temporary repairs to make homes liveable, but charged higher than normal interest on loans that people had to take out to buy these materials. Woods Hardware and Building Supplies did very nicely out of the floods.

I also took core samples from either side of the valley at its narrowest point and these showed me that this was the optimal site for a dam.

Another point that came of my research was the fact that the insurance companies did not do the right thing by these families that were hit by the floods. For years they hid behind what was known as the 'Act of God Clause'. This allowed them to refuse payment on claims as the floods were deemed to be an Act of God, not that the good folk of Woods Ford did anything that bad it could bring down the wrath of the Almighty. Then, following a landmark court decision that effectively wiped out this clause, the insurance companies responded by hiking up the flood cover premiums to the point that most of the affected residents could not afford such cover.

I had gathered a pile of clippings that I needed copied so I took them over to the information desk. "Excuse me, do you have a photocopier?" I asked the young lady who was sorting through file records on her computer.

"Yes we do."

"May I use it to copy these clippings?"

"Sure, I'll just fire it up for you, it'll take a little while to warm up, we don't use it often enough to keep it running all the time. You're the man that bought the Burroughs place aren't you?"

"Yes, I hope that you're not going to heap a load of abuse onto me for doing that, are you?"

"No, in fact I want to say thank you for buying it."

"Why would you want to do that? Everyone else hates me for it."

"They don't know the full story."

"Which is?" I was curious, here was someone who didn't hate me on sight.

"Woods wanted that land, but had offered the banks a price lower than what the banks needed to cover the mortgages and then you came along and offered a higher price. You still managed to get it at a price considerably lower than what it was worth. I can't blame you for doing that, I blame the banks, they could have placed a more realistic valuation on it."

"That would be the case if I intended to farm all of the property, but I'm not, so I won't be able to get the full value from the land that I would if I farmed it."

"If you're not going to farm it, what will you do?"

"I intend to have a flood mitigation dam built on my land. I will provide the site and the Government has indicated that it will cover the construction costs. I will find myself with a lake that I can stock with fish and people will be able to fish there."

"And I suppose that you will charge them for the privilege?"

"No, there will be no charge, access will be free, and the initial stocking of the dam will be at my expense. I would hope that subsequent fish stocks will be financed by the users."

"That seems fair enough. Woods won't like that one little bit, he bought Burroughs store and has already started to raise his prices, you providing free fish will cut into that part of his market. You really do know how to make enemies, don't you?"

"I haven't even tried yet, wait until I do."

"Do you want an ally, someone to lend a hand from time to time?"

"Are you volunteering?"

"Yes. I'm Tanya Burroughs."

"I'm pleased to meet you Tanya Burroughs. I'm James Parsons and I'm new in town."

"You don't say, I'd never have guessed it seeing as how I know just about everyone in this place. Okay, let's get these copies for you." She picked them clippings and carried them to the copier. "Why are you interested in the insurance companies and the floods?"

"It's part of an argument that I will put forward to the State Water Authority when I apply to them to over-rule the Council's refusal to grant me permission to build, which I know they will, this dam on my own property."

"Edward Woods will be out rallying support as soon as he hears about this."

"That's why I'm gathering all the ammunition I can find."

"I'm going to offer my support as a Research Assistant if you need me."

"I need you, this will cut my preparation time down quite significantly, thank you."

"I think that I'm going to enjoy this, the current young Edward Woods has been a pain in the arse these past couple of years because I won't go out with him. This will help me because he won't dare ask me now because Daddy will tell him no to, and he always does what Daddy tells him to."

"The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree then."

"Why would you say that?"

"I understand that Edward Senior is now enjoying his third wife, a newer model than the older discarded model. I understand that there was a bit of a scandal involved in that divorce."

"You could say that, he was having it off with the new and improved model and the old model threatened to divorce him, so he spread rumours around that she had been free and easy with her affections and he launched a pre-emptive strike and with his legal team going at it full on, simply blew her out of the water. Poor woman never stood a chance."

"Not a lot has changed then."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'll tell you some time, but not just yet, I want it to be a surprise when I drop it on him from a great height. I've just had a thought, have you had your lunch yet?"

"No, but I've brought a sandwich with me."

"I can do better than a sandwich, join me, please?" I put on my very best pleading look.

"Very well, but not at any of the eateries around town, the people aren't ready to see the two of us together just yet. Having discounted local hotels and snack bars, do you have any bright ideas?"

I took a pen and piece of paper from her desk and wrote my address on it. "Be there in half an hour, and that will give me time to fix something special and to think of a justification for you to call in to my place."

She screwed up the paper and threw it into the bin. "I don't need your address, don't forget I used to live there."

"Sorry about that, my bad, I sort of forgot about that."

"That's okay, I'll see you."

I left to prepare a feast for us. Not really, I just threw together a platter with sliced meats and salad type things to stuff into a half battard (a cross between a small baguette and a Vienna loaf) along with a range of dressings.

"This is nice." Tanya said as she wiped the blob of honey mustard dressing from the corners of her mouth. "It sure as hell beats my humble egg and lettuce sandwich."

"Thank you. Now what would you like, tea, coffee or something else?" I said as I gathered up the plates and headed for the kitchen.

"Coffee sounds good," she said as she followed me into the kitchen, "I'll give you a hand." She looked around the room. "I notice that you've hung onto the slow combustion stove."

"Yeah, I did think about buying one of those new-fangled electric jobs, but decided against it. Firewood is free and plentiful and it also heats up the water for my shower. I'm pretty domesticated, I even do my own laundry right down to the ironing."

"My, you will be a great catch for some lucky young woman. I might have tried for you myself but I can't see myself living with a pariah that no-one will talk to." It was then that she noticed the portrait that I'd taken from the living room wall and was now leaning against the kitchen wall. "Now there's a fine looking couple."

"I thought so, but I just couldn't live with them looking down on me for stealing their home from them. So you know them do you?"

"Of course I do," She addressed the painting, "Hi Gramps, Gramma. What do you plan to do with them?"

Down by the Riverside

Down by the riverside....

We head off into the bush. Having finished a nice coffee at a country cafe we have driven into the foothills and are parked off the road near my secret spot. You have often heard me speak of my 'secret spot' and mocked me and questions of its' actual existence are often raised. The way my eyes gloss over when ever I bring it up and the dreamy expressions I use. I think that my wistful looks point to it's mythical qualities – you say 'I look stoned'.

The fact that I have never taken anyone there and consequently have no witnesses to it at all, leads you to believe I have imagined some paradise into substance, perhaps only within my mind.

I have never taken anyone there because I haven't wanted to share it and risk them leaking the wonders of this place to others and having to share with throngs who would, without doubt, visit it regularly and do so to it's ultimate detriment.

I have grown to trust you so much so that today is the day you will attend natures pleasure mecca with me. We have had such honest, wicked fun and seem so compatible that I feel I could trust you with anything.... Needless to say, you have been sworn to secrecy in a fun mock ceremony I made up, involving among other things, handcuffs, body oil and some begging behavior on your part. It was silly but fun and we both, as always enjoyed each others minds and bodies to a large degree that night!

I have a light back pack on, jeans and a thick sweatshirt. Though the day is overcast and cool, it is very still. A nice winter's day. You have been asked to wear a dress and have complied, knowing how I like this one in particular. You are surprised at our parking place however and aren't really aware that this is the time that my 'secret spot' will be revealed. The ceremony the few nights previous gave no time or indication as to where the spot might be. I had only said "we should head out for a coffee, or something?" and you had agreed, happy to take some time away from the paper work you had brought home.

The dress request made you raise an eyebrow and smile at me though. I just brushed it off with a smile of my own and vague comment on "how you know I love your legs, and it's only fair the rest of the male public get a peek once in a while to brighten their winter," or some such vague complement. I am sure you weren't convinced but nodded and played along nicely.

When we pulled up on an obscure corner in the foothills that bared no noticeable difference to any of the last 40 corners on our slow, enjoyable drive in the country I could tell you were a little surprised though and I was glad. We were just chatting, about life, colleagues, friends etc and having a laugh at life's simple pleasures. It was really comfortable as always when I just pulled over and stopped.

Before you had to much time to think about it I said "please follow me" and got out of the car, around to your door to open it.

Your look of "what the fuck?" is priceless and I can feel real stirrings in my groin, motivated by you and my anticipation for the time ahead.

While talking, I had been concentrating on things fairly hard and knew exactly where we were. The nondescript piece of bush was the entrance to my 'secret spot' and I had big plans for it (and you).

Fortunately you had chosen to wear flat but nice shoes. We wandered to the edge of the bush and skirted around the first few large trees and were faced with a fairly dense section of scrub and shrubbery. I led you to the foliage and by holding thin branches down we were able to make slow progress into its embrace. After a few minutes of gentle bush bashing and smartass comments like "what kind of bloody abduction is this?" from your cheeky self, we reach a small clearing.

I break into it and turn to face you as you follow me through. I take you in from top to bottom as you walk toward me. I hold out my hands which you take and I pull you in. We have a very tender and gentle kiss which gradually grows in passion as it goes on. I break lightly from your lips and tell you that "before we go any further I will have to remove your underwear. The secret spot is an underwear free zone"

As I return to kiss you, I begin the task of bunching and sliding your dress gradually up and over your hips. The process is a very slow and enjoyable one for us both.

I am delighted to note you have worn a very sleek, white pair of my favorites and I tell you so.

You giggle and reply "if I had known we were going to the 'secret spot' and its harsh rules, I wouldn't have worn any." We both laugh but know it is true.

The day is still but coldish and I don't want you getting too uncomfortable so I slickly slide your panties down your thighs, over your knees and to your ankles, your dress ruled by gravity, sadly falls and re covers your much commented on, assets. You step out of your panties and I make a small show of neatly folding them and admiring them before placing them in my back pack.

"Ok, come on," I offer, trying to break away from another sensational kiss. I could stand there and kiss you all day but it isn't helping complete the mission - Secret Spot.

"Wait a sec" you say "I need to check something" As you close in to kiss me again I feel your cold hand snake its way into the gap at the back of my pants. I push in toward you as your hand rummages around my bare bum crack and ass cheeks. The warmth of your lips is an interesting contrast to the cool of your hand and very exciting. You eventually lean back with a huge grin and say "just checking, we can't have you breaking your own, 'no underwear' rules now can we?"

I laugh at you and am happy that I wore no briefs to avoid getting a 'hypocritical' label from you. Though the feeling of just denim can be a bit rough, I knew it wouldn't be for much longer and so many factors were making me hard now.

I take your hand again and lead you across the thirty meters or so to the other side of the clearing. The other side looks like any other piece of wild New Zealand with a variety of native plants struggling for supremacy with introduced specimens and all, battling for the best light, soil, and water conditions. It looks no different to any where else we have been since entering the greenery so you are a little surprised when I say..."are you ready for paradise?"

You resist mocking me for stupidity and are resigned to a pleasurable romp in a clearing (which wouldn't be too bad after all) and quizzically reply. "I suppose so."

We are no more than 200 meters from the road but you would not know there was another human in existence from where we were. The birds and density of the bush blocks any sound from rare passing cars and no other forms of modern life are evident.

Your expression of semi disappointment makes me chuckle as I walk past you to the stand of huge fern bushes at the clearing edge. I raise a large fern frond and beckon for you to please lead the way. Your expression changes as you can see that by ducking there is a discrete and dark, walk able tunnel through the bush. I admire your body as I follow you into the last part of bush. After only a few meters you can hear a slight hissing which grows into the bubbling of water over rocks as we continue. Ahead the light is better and though it isn't just easy street walking to get there your pace increases in obvious eagerness to see what lies ahead.

As the bush eases it's hold on us, we exit into another clearing and I walk up beside you to catch your expression. Your face is pure gold in astonishment and wonder and I am so happy that you like the place. Now you understand my glossy eyes etc whenever I speak of it.

The scene in front of you is just natures' untouched visual glory. A perfect melt of bush meets pool and trickling stream. Across from us is a thick seemingly impenetrable stand of native bush and trees. Between this wall and the water is a little green belt of pure foot long un trampled grass which in turn simply changes into a small stretch of flat river sand. The creek water laps at the edge there before deepening into a black, still looking pool which stretches over to the rocks on our side. At the high end of the stream the water enters the pool over a small water fall of mossy rocks and at the lower end, then trickles away over glassy looking rocks and around the corner into the bush. To cap off the beauty of the place there is a large fallen log which extends right over the heart of the pool from one rocky side to the sandy and grassed side on the other.

I have been so looking forward to bringing you here and the look on your face is payment enough for sharing its hidden mysteries with you (though I would never tell you that).

"It's, it's beautiful" you finally stammer and add "everything you said and more." Looking at you "I'm glad you like it" I say flatly and obviously but with a huge grin on my face....."but you know what" I add bringing you into a light embrace and looking into your eyes more closely..... "There's more!"

You feel my arousal through my denim and the cotton of your dress and smile, raising an eyebrow realizing that the real fun will start very soon. We kiss again and I feel I am starting to drink in your body and lips physically while we kiss and your firm, yearning body is very, very inviting.

After a few moments of enjoying our physical closeness and the wondrous kissing in this special place I lean away smiling and say "Take me to the beach baby" and point at the other side of the river.

You laugh and take my hand leading me toward the up turned roots of the log which lays across the river. You delicately climb the slippery, gnarled steps of tree root, upward. I watch your sexy ass as the muscles carefully, delicately work you to the top.

I can't help myself and run my hand up your leg from the ankle. The mysteries contained under your skirts never lose their appeal and the raw energy I feel. Just as the cave men did thousands of years ago, you make me want to unceremoniously tear the fabric from your body and fuck you against the log right there. I somehow resist and for the meantime and satisfy my self with a drunken smile and a long stroke smoothly up the inside of your leg before you glide out of reach.

I quickly follow you, scrambling up the log and again watch your sexy, well balanced ass as you guide yourself to the middle of the log, over the deepest part of the water hole.

I summon the most commanding tone I can manage, knowing part of the success of the rest of the day depends on it. "Stop!" is all I say.

Your steady travel across the log titters to a halt at a the skinniest and slippery part of the fallen tree trunk. "Wait there and don't move" I continue, hoping you can manage it.

I make my way toward you as you teeter there in a slightly ungainly but still somehow sexy and vulnerable looking way. Your arms are spread out and I approach you slowly from behind. There is a more level platform right behind you which I know will provide a steadier footing for me. When right behind you I lightly kiss your nape and whisper so as to be barely audible...."thank you for stopping."

"What are you doing?" you say nervously as the cold looking waters below offer little chance to take comfort from my attentions. I love it though as I crouch and begin to lift your hems up. Moving as slowly as I can to help maintain your balance and make the exposing of your body last as long as I possibly can, I raise your dress up. The view of your calves give way to the backs of your knees, then thighs and the crease of your ass appears in front of me. You can feel the tide of your moving fabric revealing yourself to me and the forest. You wouldn't change a thing about anything in this moment and nor would I.

I am very content as I crouch behind your bum and lift the dress further. The gap between your legs is now showing and the bulge in my jeans strains very hard for me, representing the fondness I have for what is in the other side of your shapely buns.... Your pussy.

I hold the dress with only my left hand as my right cups and runs over your beautiful butt. I move closer and again kiss your neck while my fingers gently explore under your crack.... for the sensitive regions. You lightly moan your approval at the attention and wobble a little as your focus switches between your balance and seeking pleasure.

As my exploring continues on your tentatively willing body, I mention that "I would like you to turn and face me...."

You tremble, "I don't think I can" is your response as you consider the difficult log and the mossy slippery state of it, combined with your growing arousal.

"Please, try" I reply with and "I want to see your face as I play with you."

Very nervously, and with your arms wide out for steadying you start to move. The actions are very tricky and you consider the consequences making you excited anxiety high. I continue to hold your dress but my hands follow your rotating form, offering little support. But the areas I am touching please us both. Your butt cheek gives way to your pelvic wing and then....

My hand feels the territory change. My palm loses touch with the point of your pelvis and my fingers, instinctively (I'm sure of it) angle inward and down.... The magnetic pull of your sexual allure draws my fingers toward your center. Ever so lightly and as your eyes turn and lock with mine..... my longest finger meets and brushes your lips.

Your intake of breathe and slight wobble make your feelings at the contact, fairly obvious. The corners of my mouth turn up at this and you meet my smile with your own. You complete your turn and we are square – facing each other.

I know you want to part your legs for access and improving the sensations down below but the sheer exercise of staying on the log prevents much other movement. From my more stable position I begin to run my thumb and forefinger along the length of your peach crease. You moan a little, the tips of my fingers feel fiction less against your wet arousal, there already. Only slight variations in the terrain of your puss let me know I am in contact with you at all. Up and down slowly, my fingers pinch and slide along your lips. Frustrated at the lack of movement you have, you bring your hands to my shoulders and neck for balance and ease your thighs slightly apart. The movement is subtle and slight but almost immediately my fingers slide to a new and pleasing depth for us both. "Hmmmm, that's a bit better" I comment quietly. You just smile and rock in the tiniest motion, in rhythm with my fingers.

I lean in and kiss you but I can tell we only have moments before we/ or one of us loses our balance through a lack of concentration or distraction. I let both hands stray from the present tasks and your dress tumbles down your legs as my wet fingers ease away from your puss, my other hand releases its grip on the revealing state of your dress. Your disappointment is quickly eased as I pull your body against mine and kiss you with a combination of gratitude, for being with me and in my secret spot and the intensity of feelings. I am passing on my horniness through my lips and my bulging denim crotch.

Feeling more comfortable in balance and despite losing the sensations of having, knowing fingers against your slit and lips, you close your eyes drink in the kiss. I feel your contentment but also know this is the moment to seize.

While your guard is at its most trusting, I recognize the moment to move things along in the manner I hoped to use in my initial plan. I delicately hold your two hands in my right and stare at your tranquil and happy face as we part from our kiss.

Before I convince myself that this is a bad idea I act upon my plan. You feel my left hand on your hip. The slight pressure is fine initially but the weight against you gains as I initiate a push. As I gaze at you your eyes open in alarm. I know I have done enough though and you bend at the waist, trying to regain the neutral standing position. In a split second, you know that there will be no recovery and you will be toppling off the log into the water.

The look of horror as, thoughts whirl into your head contemplating the impending cold winter shot is not very nice. For me losing your trust and our bond is a not a nice risk and the feelings portrayed in your look are worrying . I know things will be ok (am very confident anyway) but having betrayed your trust and our very comfortable situation only moments ago doesn't content me.

Though the whole fall takes less than two seconds, the whirling of your arms and the look of "why" and "what the fuck are you doing?" in your eyes makes the scenario seem to last a day. For a moment I feel sick.....

Then you hit the water, clothed. In a smooth graceful, straight entrance – your stunned eyes locked on mine. The water, I know from experience, is about two meters deep and swallows you whole. Your dress balloons instantly out, like a huge iris shown the light and I immediately think of your smooth legs, torso and puss surging downward. (I am a male after all and your parts often distract me from situations we are in... no matter how extreme)

You stay under and I know the rest of the afternoon depends on your expression when your face emerges from the water.... What seems like an age passes before the crown of your head emerges so slowly. My thoughts change from your glorious body under the water privileging any trout or eels etc with glimpses of it's appeal to thoughts, strangely of "The lady of the lake" in King Arthur and that famous story. Your face tilts toward me and you open your eyes.

If I thought you were amazed when you laid eyes upon the 'secret spot' then your expression reaches whole knew levels of incredulation and delight. You are glowing.

The most amazing thing about this place is the temperature of the water. Only a matter of meters around the corner, just above the water fall and hidden behind the thick band of trees is a geothermal outlet. The water is extremely hot and steam and mud are at temperatures just too hot to bare for anyone.... As the water travels into the pool over the rocks, the air and ground contact cool it to what I consider a perfect soaking temp..... not quite as hot as a new bath but very, very nice none the less. What I think is best about the place is that only 150 meters down stream the water disappears underground and becomes a spring somewhere along way away. All this takes place under the cover of the bush so unless you are aware of the pool itself, there are no other places to enjoy the delights.

I was surprised that you didn't notice the warmth rising from the water as we hovered above it, but in fairness...you were distracted. I stare at you and take in the intriguing impression of your attractive face frame by the circling and billowing, drenched dress.

"You bastard!" is your first utterance through a clenched smile which soon becomes a fully blown grin and laugh......

"You...this is incredible!"

"I'm glad you like it" I comment downward.

Obviously, knowing your love of water and easily able to recall many fun times we have had, in the bath, beside the lapping waters of remote beaches, in the surf, even in private pools.

"Get in here with me you conniving bastard" you laugh and I make my way along the log and down to the beach while you gracefully swim, to the sand to greet me. I drop the bag and take my shirt off. "Not so fast" you utter as I start to remove my jeans.

I am startled as you grab my hand and with the aid of your own element of surprise, pull me off balance and into the water. We both come up laughing and with relief, mixed with happiness on my part, I embrace your wet through but cheerful form in my arms and we kiss. The hot waist deep water laps at our bodies and the only noise is that of birds mixed with the tinkle of water on rocks.

Maintenance

Sammy sat in semi darkness, staring at the introductory video. It was the first of three days of the orientation at the hospital and all new hires were required to attend. Barely an hour since she had returned from her lunch break, the young intern was bored. The room had 6 conference tables in neat lines, new employees of various departments all facing the front of the room. A group of scrub clad nurses huddled around one table, not so quietly whispering about clinic hours. They seemed to know each other. She wished she had known she could wear scrubs. Assuming the orientation was more a part of the interview process, she had opted for a tasteful skirt and boots and a simple cowl neck sweater. With very few exceptions, most everyone else was wearing what they would normally wear to work.

She looked at the older man next to her. He was wearing a blue utilitarian jumpsuit with "maintenance" stenciled across the left chest. He looked to be in his 50's, his elegant skin the color of a latte.

He was tipped back in his chair and looked equally as bored. Sammy wondered if what they said about black men was true and stole a glance at his crotch. She could see the faint outline of something resting along the inside of his thigh. "Really?" she thought, "down to the middle of his thigh?" Sammy felt a rush a heat run through her body and she squeezed her thighs together. The maintenance worker followed her gaze and a grin spread across his face. He dropped his chair back down on all four legs with a thud and gave her a wink.

Sammy immediately looked down, crossed her arms under her full breasts and allowed her long brown ponytail to cover her face. His eye contact and wink had sent a shockwave right to her middle and she could feel herself getting wet. She tried to focus on the screen, but couldn't get that man's huge member out of her mind. It was the longest thing she's ever seen and although it was hard to tell through his clothes, appeared to be pretty thick as well. She was afraid to look up, but could feel his gaze on her. As he reached across her to retrieve a pamphlet from the stack on front of her, he brushed his arm across her breasts, lingering long enough to make her wonder if it wasn't intentional. Sammy's nipples instinctively tightened and became visible through her sweater. The man stared down at them for a long moment before returning his eyes to the screen at the front of the room. Sammy was on fire. This was insane. This man was a stranger to her and probably twice her age.

Sammy shifted her weight and allowed their thighs to barely touch. The man applied slightly more pressure to their bond. Sammy felt a blush run up the inside of her legs and settle in her clit. Becoming increasingly warm, Sammy took a chance and placed her hand over the man's. He stroked the side of her thumb with his. Sammy started to squirm. The man grabbed her hand and pulled it into his lap. Shielded by the table, Sammy zeroed in on the object of her arousal. She let go of the man's hand and softly ran her hand over his crotch. She traced the outline of his cock from his crotch about mid-thigh. She wrapped her hand around it the best she could through his jumpsuit and felt it twitch and grow.

He laid his hand over hers and squeezed. His dick was exquisite; long and hard and about as thick as her wrist. Sammy's panties were getting wetter by the second and she felt her clit start to grow. She reluctantly let go of his cock and pulled his hand between her legs. His rough hands caught on her silky underwear and he ran his finger down her slit. Feeling the dampness of her panties, he pushed them into her clit and rubbed in small circles. Sammy drew in a quick breath and started to grind into his finger. He moved her panties to the side and dipped into her wetness.

Sammy glanced around the room and was satisfied to see that everyone else seemed to be busy doing their own thing; reading from folders or quietly talking. The man's finger pressed into her steaming center and penetrated her. He moved it in and out several times before pulling out and discretely holding it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, and then quietly popped the finger in his mouth. Sammy was delirious with the rush of it all and her dripping pussy was screaming for more. The man wrote something down, then stood up and left the room. Sammy glanced at the paper.

It read, "Wait 5 minutes, then meet me outside."

Was she really going to do this? Her pussy was on fire and she desperately wanted to feel that huge cock fill her up. Sammy glanced at her watch. Her panties were still bunched to one side and the air on her over heated pussy felt dirty and erotic. She gyrated her hips subtly to increase the wind and was rewarded by a gush of wetness, a tiny drop of which she felt dripping down the inside of her thigh. Five minutes felt like an eternity. Finally the time was up and she silently made her way to the door in the back of the conference room.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, the man grabbed her hand and pulled her toward a janitorial closet. He opened the door and flipped the light on. The room was full of cleaning supplies with a bar height shelf across the back. After he locked the door behind him, the man approached Sammy.

He stood in front of her for a moment and looked her up and down. He lifted his hands and took her hard nipples between his fingers, rolling them roughly. Sammy threw her head back in ecstasy. His rough hands grabbed the neck of her sweater and pulled it down under her breasts. Reaching into her black, lacy bra, he lifted each breast out leaving her tits exposed. He roughly squeezed them with both hands. He leaned in close and whispered, "You're just a dirty slut, aren't you? I saw you looking at my cock. You want to know what it feels like to be fucked by a huge, black cock, don't you."

Sammy's breath became ragged as she hissed out, "Yesssssssss."

"Then get on your knees and grab your heels."

Sammy obediently dropped to her knees and reached behind her to grab the heels on her boots, a vulnerable position that had the bonus side effect of thrusting her full breasts forward. The man unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled out his enormous, engorged cock. Sammy's eye bulged and her clit grew. It was even bigger than she imagined. His big strong hands barely reached around it's girth. He held it in one hand and slapped it against her chin. "Suck my cock, bitch." He breathed. " Open your fucking mouth."

Sammy opened her mouth as wide as she could. He set the head of his dick just inside her mouth and she sucked it hungrily. Without warning, the man grabbed the back of head with both hands and rammed his huge cock down her throat. She gagged hard, and she felt her lips stretching but he didn't let up. He continued to ram his dick in and out of her throat. Just when she thought she would pass out from lack of air, he pulled out. She finally got a good look at it from this angle and reveled in its massiveness. It was rock hard and stood proudly dripping with her saliva. She let go of her heels and took it in her hand. "You like that cock?"

"God, yes. I want it inside me. I want it in my pussy."

He grabbed a handful of her hair. "Stand up."

She rose to her feet and he pushed her over to the counter. Still holding her hair in his fist, he pushed her face into the counter. "Grab that counter and put your ass in the air."

Sammy did what she was told. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and jerked her panties down around her ankles. Sammy quickly stepped out of them and spread her legs wide. She felt the man poke her with the head of his cock a few times before he slapped her ass hard, two, three times. Her skinned burned and she felt like she could still feel the shape of his hand. The man rubbed his huge cock up and down her slit. "Christ, you're wet. You are just a little whore aren't you? You want this fucking black cock, don't you? Don't you?!"

"Yes! Please put it in my pussy. Please!" She felt the walls of her pussy stretch as he pushed the head inside her. "Oh, God! You're so fucking huge!"

"You got a tight little pussy! God you're so tight!"

"Push it in. Please! I can't take anymore. I need you to fuck me!" Sammy was breathless and wild with desire. She was so ready. She needed his cock.

"tell me you're a whore."

"Oh, God, I'm a whore. I'm such a dirty fucking whore. Fuck me. Please fuck me."

The man pushed hard and rammed into her balls deep. She let out a sharp yelp and moaned loudly. He backed out and thrust all the way in again. He bent over her and whispered, "Can you take it? Is it stretching your little tight pussy?" He thrust again. Sammy continued to moan, nearly unconscious with pleasure. Her pussy was stretched to the max and she could feel him hitting the back of her hole with each thrust. She felt so full and so fucking dirty. She wanted more.

"So good...so good." Was all she could mutter between gasps. The man grabbed a fist full of hair again and starting fucking her hard and fast. He started grunting like an animal, the sound mingling with her moans.

"Take it! Take it! God you're such a fucking tight slut!" he hissed as he continued to pump into her roughly. He let go of her hair and reached around with both hands to hold on to her tits. He squeezed them hard and he rammed into her, his heavy balls slapping into her swollen clit with every plunge.

Suddenly Sammy gasped and began to shudder. Her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave and she squeezed the huge cock even harder.

"Did you just fucking come on my cock? Goddamn, you just came on my cock!"

"Yesssss." was all Sammy could muster as her pussy clamped down hard and her whole body began to shake.

The man began to grunt louder, and his strokes became faster and harder. He growled, "I'm gonna fucking cum in you. I'm gonna fill you with my fucking cum because you're such a nasty whore."

His words triggered another powerful climax and Sammy squeezed his cock even harder. With a final, primal grunt the man emptied his sperm into her dripping cunt. She felt it fill her pussy and begin to drip out onto the concrete floor. The man collapsed over her back, panting. He pulled out of her with a "pop," and more of his cum dripped down her leg onto the floor. He pushed her hair off her neck and bit firmly into her shoulder and pulled on her nipples. Sammy shuddered with pleasure. The man released her and reached over her head to grab a roll of paper towels, which he handed to her before stepping away. When she turned around to face him, he pushed her up against the counter and rammed two fingers into her cunt. "You were a hell of a fuck."

"Yeah. You too." Sammy was panting and she felt dizzy.

He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, wiped his hands on a paper towel, zipped up his jumpsuit and walked out of the closet.

Sammy cleaned up her sopping pussy the best she could and arranged her clothes. Her legs felt wobbly as she walked down the hallway. When she entered the conference room, the man was already staring blankly at the instructor with the tiniest smile curling the corners of his mouth. She took her seat beside him and nudged his leg. He took was she handed him and looked down. He smiled and stuffed her drenched, ripped panties in his pocket. The man leaned in close and whispered,

"Don't even bother with those tomorrow."

Sammy smiled to herself. She had definitely picked the right hospital to finish her internship.

Doomsday Trickery

Lauren found her roommate in front of her computer aghast at what she was seeing. On the screen some whackjob preacher was saying how the world was doomed to end in a week and a half. Lauren knew her roommate was a bit strange in the religion department, but she had no clue that she was this gullible.



"Oh no!" Christy said as she heard her friends footsteps behind her. "It's doomsday. Maybe the rapture. I don't know. But we're all done for."

"That's all nonesense Chris and you know it."

"No, it's real. This guy is a real bonafida prophet."

"He's never been wrong."

For an hour she tried to convince her friend that it was nonesense but after a while Christy started becoming truly offended at her attempts to dissuade her.



"Fine!" She finally declared in frustration. "The world is ending. So what?"

And then Christy started crying. Damn, what have I done now? Lauren thought to herself. She knew her friend was rather sensitive, even for a girly girl, but she could usually avoid hurting her feelings."

Playing up to the girl's beliefs she asked, "Why are you crying? Won't you be happy to go to heaven if it is the rapture?"

"It isn't that Lauren." She looked up at her with tears in her eyes.

"Well," Lauren said softly, "What is it then?"

"I had a life I wanted to live."

"Don't we all?" Lauren said somewhat regretfully casting a shamefaced glance down at Christy's alluring legs and then quickly back up before her friend noticed.

Christy stood and held her friend as if for dear life and cried on her shoulder.

"But, I didn't want the kind of life most people would expect from me. I'm dirty. Bad."

Now that was something Lauren had never heard from her before. You think you know someone, she thought to herself.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Tell you about it. I'm too ashamed."

"You know you can tell me anything right? We've been friends for four years now. If you don't know you can trust me by now, then I don't know what to say."

"It sin. It isn't trust. I can't say the words. I'm ashamed."

Her friend was so distraught she considered for a moment as the poor girl cried on her shoulder. What she really needed was to let go of her inhibitions. At least enough to confide in her. The only thing Lauren knew that worked and was readily available, was....

"Alcohol." She finished aloud.

"What?" Christy asked.

"I'm going to get you drunk my dear."

"Good Christian girls don't drink."

"I know. But the world is ending anyway, so might as well experience it at least once. Right?"

"Well," Christy started, "If I repent in the morning and ask for forgiveness I guess it will be alright. I mean, we're all going to be gone in a week and a half anyway. Right?"

"That's the spirit," Lauren told her, rolling her eyes at her friends weirdness. She grabbed Christy's hand and led her to the car."

This promised to be an interesting weekend she thought as they drove. Christy was absolutely silent during the drive and Lauren was completely flustered as to what to say to her friend. How could she cheer her up without offending her friends weird beliefs? She had been religious since they'd met. The first night they shared their appartment Christy had tried to convert her, bible in hand. It had been a bit awkward for a while, but Christy had apparently, eventually, decided to accept her status as a "sinner" who couldn't be saved, and Lauren chose to do the same for her. And they'd gotten along great ever since.

She often wondered if her friend were a closet lesbian. She didn't date men. Of course she had her religious reseason for saving herself for marriage, but Lauren was pretty sure a good Christian girl could at least date a man to find out if she wanted to marry him. Even if the date had to have a chaperone or something. But Christy never even mentioned guys. Maybe she plans on saving herself for Christ, she thought acidly, and with a tinge of regret.

Lauren was a lesbian. In the beginning that had been a big part of their conflict that made Lauren think she'd have to find a new roommate before Christy's sudden acceptance of the fact that she wasn't going to be converted. That had been a relief. But sometimes Lauren wished she and Christy had been unable to come to terms with each other. She found Christy very attractive and had often fantasized that the woman she was with on any given night was Christy. It was unfair to her lover of course, but she couldn't help it. It was almost always a test of her self control. It was why her lovemaking sessions were often rough. It was also why she had never gone on more than three or four dates with the same woman. At least not after the first year they had lived together. Despite the fact that Christy was such a weirdo when it came to religious belief, she was a good, kind, and caring friend. She did more than her share of the housework. She even cleaned Lauren's room for her once in a while though at first that was a bit weird. She defintely cooked more than her fair share as well. In some ways Christy was a bit disturbing. She had apparently fallen for the old religious beliefs about woman's place in life. What a waste it would be to have her friend marry some guy and live the life that religions like that map out for women.

In the liquor store she bought a couple of kinds of beer, some sweet wine, vodka, orange juice, tequila and seven up. The store clerk had someone help her load it into the car and Christy showed how naive she was about that sort of thing when she asked, " Will that be enough?"

Lauren laughed. "Sweetie, that could get an army of good Christian girls like you drunk."

Christy's eyes widened.

"I don't know what you'll like so I bought a wide variety."

"That must have cost a lot of money I'm sure Lauren, can I pitch in?"

Lauren knew Christy didn't make a lot of money at her job at the church. But she also knew that Christy was adamant about paying her fair share. She always paid her rent on time, and her share of the bills, even when it meant she had to walk to work instead of spending a little money on bus fair. So she told a little white lie.

"Of course you can dear, your share would come to twenty dollars."

"Exactly twenty?" Christy asked.

"Well, twenty and a bit of change, but what's a few cents between friends?"

Christy smiled and got twenty dollars out of her purse and handed it to Lauren.

Then she blushed and took out another quarter and set it in the change holder mounted in the dash. Lauren smiled and inwardly shook her head.

Once home the ladies took two trips to get it all inside.

"What do you want to try first?" Lauren asked her as her friend sat on the floor and leaned back against the sofa.

"I don't know. I've never even tasted that stuff."

"Ok, we'll try you on some beer first. It doesn't pack as much punch as some of the other stuff."

"Will it get me drunk? I mean, if I'm going to have to repent tomorrow, I want to have something to repent."

Christy looked a little shamefaced but eager. Lauren laughed.

Christy wasn't her only friend with weird religious beliefs. Her friend Mark was a druid apparently. He was also gay. That didn't matter to her of course as she had no attraction to him or him to her, but she often thought it was funny to think of a gay druid. Not that she knew why she found it funny. She loved him a great deal and valued his friendship. He had been the one she confided in of her pain regarding Christy. He sympathized, at least emotionally. He had told her he had once been in love with a straight guy. He had made the mistake of confiding his love to his beloved, and that was the end of the friendship.

Lauren grabbed them each a beer and handed one to Christy. "Shouldn't we get glasses?" Christy asked.

"Definitely not." Lauren said, "When you're having an end of the world party you absolutely have to drink from the can. It's an unwritten rule."

Christy laughed. Even she wasn't that naive. She pried open the top and started to lift it to her lips.

"Wait. We need a toast," Lauren said.

"Oh, let me, I've never toasted anything before. Well, aside from bread."

Lauren had to laugh at that. She nodded and waited while Christy seemed deep in thought. Apparently she wanted to make it a good one.

She stood and raised her can of beer and said, "To the end of the world, and the shedding of burdens, and the freeing of spirits to find heaven!"

Lauren suppressed a laugh. Her friend was dead serious. Oh well, she thought and smiled wistfully as she raised her can in reply and drank.

Christy downed half the can in one go. Lauren laughed and reached over and pulled the can down and said,"Whoa there girl, you're going to make yourself sick chugging like that."

"Oh. I thought that was how you were supposed to drink beer."

"Well, maybe the young men do that at frat parties, but anyone with any sense takes it a squitch slower than that."

"Oh."

"So how do you like beer?"

"It's, uhm, icky," Christy said, then burst out giggling.

"Oh. Ya well beer is an acquired taste. Let me get you some vodka. You like orange juice right?"

"Oh, I love orange juice. But I have to finish my beer. Waste not want not."

"Ok then," Lauren laughed. She had never seen her friend act this way. She was usually far more reserved. It worried her a little.

Lauren avoided asking any serious questions until Christy had drunk two full glasses of vodka and orange. She had of course finished the beer as promised even though she obviously dind't like it. She knew it was time to begin the conversation when she returned with a third glass of vodka and orange and her friend was absentmindedly staring at her feet as she approached. She was wearing black open toed sandals and nylon stockings and Christy smiled dreamily for a moment as Laurend reached down to hand her the glass.

"You have such pretty feet," Christy said, "And your nail polish is beautiful." And then she giggled.

"Ok, you're definitely getting drunk. I think it's time we talked about what you couldn't say earlier."

"I can't. I can't tell you." Christy said and Lauren started rolling her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's not in me to say the words. Not yet anyway."

"If you drink too much more my dear, you'll pass out and then you won't have said anything anyway."

"You're my friend. I care about you a great deal and I want you to be happy. Talk to me."

"I can't," Christy shuddered, but before Lauren could express her irritation Christy went on, "but... I can show you."

"Huh?" Lauren asked intelligently, as her irritation was replaced by surprise.

"Please come with me," Christy said and stood shakily. She wobbled a bit on her heels before regaining her balance.

"You should probably take your shoes off hon, you're going to fall on your head."

"Ok," Christy agreed readily and gingerly stepped out of them and then knelt and arranged them neatly by the front door. Christy was always a bit of a nut that way.

Finally she stood again and led Lauren to her bedroom.

She sat at her computer and warmed up. Thne she pulled up her internet browser and Lauren's eyes nearly popped out of her head when Christy pulled up a website full of erotic stories.

Christy was blushing beet red and couldn't look Lauren in the eyes, but she pulled up an author named 'boundinchains' and quietly asked Lauren to read this authors stories.



Lauren of course was staring at her puritan friend like she had lost her mind, or one of them had anyway, but she moved to the chair Christy vacated. Her friend was obviously in distress, and despite her own issues, she wanted to help. But the stories astounded her.

Christy went and got them both more alcohol as Lauren started reading.



The first story was a lesbian romance, with subtle hints of a controlling relationship that seemed to have a few religous undertones. It also had undertones of the BDSM lifestyle that Lauren had flirted with from time to time. There was nothing overtly kinky in the story, but the way the author wrote told her more than what was actually written.

She downed her drink to try to cool the fire that was spreading through her body at the thought of her beautiful and oh so puritan friend being turned on by this story. She looked over at Christy who was curled up on the bed with her eyes gazing off into space occasionally sipping her drink.

"This is uhm, different than what I'd expect to find you reading sweetie," Lauren started but Christy came out of her distracted state and said "Please read them all and then we can talk. I 'm too ashamed."

Christy stood up and said, "We need more alcohol."



Lauren handed her friend her glass and then returned to reading. The next story was more overtly kinky. The religious undertones were still there, but the lesbian relationship was definitely more in line with the 'I say, you do' style of the kinky lifestyle. Lauren's mind was exploding and she harboured lustful thoughts about her oh so pretty roommate.

Christy brought her glass back full and she hardly noticed.

Another story later, when Christy brought yet another drink she realized she hadn't even drunk the last one, though she thought Christy had drunk hers. Christy seemed quite tipsy. Lauren wanted to keep her head, and she didn't want Christy to pass out before they had their chat so she said, "Quit it with the alcohol for now. We'll have more later. Ok?"

"Ok," Christy said quietly and put her glass down next to Laurens two full ones and lay back down on her bed.

Lauren was becoming hotter and hotter as she read. The stories, and there were five of them, were a bit immature in that it was obviously someone inexperienced writing them, but they were imaginative, and they became hotter and hotter and more and more overtly kinky. And they were all lesbian. The last one was all lifestyle all the way through. The relationship between a slave and her beautiful owner. But there was a constant thread of love all through them all. Despite some of the humiliating acts that the Dominant woman made her slave do in the last story.

Her juices flowed and her panties were wet enough that she worried for a moment that she'd leak through her skirt onto her roommates chair. But as she finished the last story she turned toward her friend and saw that Christy had her hand down her own skirt, but when she saw Lauren turn toward her she pulled it out and acted as if nothing had happened. Lauren for her part, pretended not to have seen though that stunned her just as much as the stories.



"Ok Christy," she started, "I've read them all. And I have to say that I feel it's very unkind of you. I haven't been with anyone in a while and stories like this can be frustrating if you're alone."

"I'm sorry, Lauren," Christy said in a quiet voice as she got off the bed and came close to Lauren. She knelt down in front of her friend and looked at the floor

"What are you doing reading this kind of stuff anyway? It's very unlike you. Or is that the problem?"

"I didn't just read them," she replied, and her voice went down to a whisper. "I wrote them."



Lauren couldn't believe her ears, but Christy went on. "I imagine the characters in the story are you and me." She hiccupped as that last part came out.

Lauren felt the world shifting under her feet. "What? Did you want to dominate me then?"

"No. I want you to dominate me. I want you to own me. I want to be your slave. I want to be your toy. Your possession. Your property. I want you to use me, and punish me, and reward me, and love me....At least until the world ends."

Desperate to find some sense Lauren asked, "I thought this was against your religion?"

"If I'm your slave then it's ok. My pastor told me that as property slaves weren't responsible for anything except in how they served their owners and that they are still honoured in heaven after they die."

"Well slavery is illegal now dear."

"But I have a contract we can sign. And according to the bible if you agree to something, then it's binding."

Lauren felt like she had drunk far more than she had. The world was spinning around her. She figured one of them must have gone crazy and it was probably her. So she decided she had to talk to someone who was always, well, almost always, sane.

"You stay right there," she said, letting some of her bewilderment out as anger.

She ran out of the room and put in a quick call to her friend Mark.

Luckily he wasn't out or otherwise occupied. At first he asked her "Have you been drinking." She replied. "Yes, with Christy!"

"With Christy?" He asked, "What is going on? Did hell freeze over?" Then he had to get her to slow down. She took a deep breath and she told him everything that had happened. His laughter came over the phone very clearly.

"Why are you laughing?" She demanded. "This is serious."

"Oh, why am I not surprised," He mused. "It's always the ones you least expect," and he laughed for a few moments longer until Laurens irritation peaked and she said, "Well what the hell am I supposed to do with her?"

He laughed harder and asked, "Why are you asking me? I've never been with a woman before."

"I mean in the long term you idiot!. She's only doing this cause she thinks the world is ending. Her religion has her so messed up that she'll believe any old thing she see's on youtube. What happens if I take her up on this and when she wakes up after the world was supposed to end and finds herself between my legs?"



He said, "The world's got to end sometime."



Then he laughed even harder. Then he got very serious for a moment. "Listen love, she obviously needs this. She has rationalized it with her religious beliefs which are very strong according to what you've told me about her, into something she can accept so that she can be happy. It's something we humans are rather good at. That sort of thing is inevitable. We always do it when needed. Or we break apart into a million pieces. She will in fact find an answer to this need of hers one way or another. Either with you, or eventually, with some stranger who may or may not care for her as much as you do." He paused and went on, "You do still care for her don't you?"

"You know I do."

"Well, so what is the problem? Haven't you told me of your domination fantasies?"

"Well, I don't know if I'm as serious about it as her stories are," she stopped herself, "that's not the point you idiot. This will ruin our friendship!"

He replied, "I think Christy just took you way out past it and your treatment of her at this point could in fact ruin your friendship. But if you take her up on her offer I'm sure that if you love each other you could come to some balance that pleased you both."

"She's drunk, and she's crazy. Or I am. I don't know which anymore."

Mark laughed again and she could tell he thought this was all very funny.

He said, "This is the funniest thing I've heard in months. The woman you have secretly lusted for, for the last couple of years, has offered you everything you could ever want from her and you're talking to me on the phone."

She wanted to bitch at him more but she started to see his point.

He paused in his laughter to quietly ask, "Where is she now?"

"She was kneeling on the floor and I told her to stay put so I could come find some sanity, but I haven't found any here you jerk!'

"You left her drunk and alone kneeling on the floor to stir in her own fear, doubt, shame, and misery, and I'm the jerk?" He asked quietly.

"Omg, you're right. What do I do?"

"Well, the worst that could happen is she changes her mind when the world doesn't end right? What would stop you from setting her free at that point? Or do you want her to go find some stranger who may not care about her well being as much as you do. Though I have to wonder if you really do when I think of the poor girl kneeling on the floor worried to death."