The piano teacher.

Mary had always been shy, despite the natural born talent of music. Even at sixteen, the shyness remained.

Ms Dury had taken an interest in this remarkable college girl. She marvelled at her rapid progress, and felt some private lessons were in order.

On that cold winter’s night, Mary duly arrived. Bundled up against the freezing cold.

“Let me take this,” the woman suggested.

When the heavy coat was removed, the lady gazed at the silver dress, locked to the base of the throat. The slim body was well hidden, and added a pervading sense of mystery.

“Shall we start?”

“Oh yes please.”

Mary was directed into the music room, the floor covered in a thick cream carpet. At the far end sat the grand piano, and May took her seat.

“Play something for me.”

Mary cleared her mind and began tinkling the keys with gentle passion. As the music flooded the room, her host sat upon the divan, listening with her eyes closed.

“Such a beautiful gift,” she murmured, as the music swept her away to happier times.

Quite unconsciously, her fingers began to open the buttons of the thin blouse, plunging down to the swollen breasts beneath. As the tempo increased, she massaged the nipples to hard little points of rock.

Mary continued playing, glancing over at the teacher.

Ms Dury was quite carried away by now. Each note unleashing her ardour.

Mary tried to look away, but curiosity got the better of her. She watched hands plunging under the waistband of the short skirt and the teacher moaning loudly.

As she watched, fingers driving the tempo on, the teacher’s tongue licked around her lips, as fingers pleasured her.

A missed key brought Ms Dury back to reality.

“That does not sound right.”

Mary blushed at the exposed breasts as the teacher buttoned up once more.

“I was rather distracted miss.”

Ms Dury smiled and approached the pupil.

“Your music makes me over passionate. Your talent is raw my dear.”

Mary stopped playing, feeling a little self-conscious.

“You have a small family, do you not?”

“A brother whose wheelchair bound, and another sister who’s quite
older miss.”

Ms Dury smiled.

“Take care of him?”

“Only at bath time miss.”

“Oh I see.”

Mary glanced at the watch. Nearly seven.

“I really have to go miss. Marty needs his bath now.”

Ms Dury understood, making a point of inviting her back.

“Of course I shall,” Mary said politely.

By the time Mary got home, Marty was in a right old state.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry about that. I had extra lessons today.”

“I always have my bath on six.”

“So, it’s just a little later. No harm done. Where is Georgie?”

“Down the damn pub with mom.”

Mary shook her head.

“Come on, I’ll push.”

She pushed the chair into the hall and entered the specially
equipped bathroom. As the shower was turned on, Marty slowly removed the woollen shawl, which kept him warm.

Mary turned to help the naked seventeen year old, ignoring the hair encrusted manhood.

After a short struggle, Marty was secure in the bathing chair, warm water running over his young manly body.

“I can take it from here thanks.”

She smiled and said, “Call me when you are ready eh?”

She returned to the lounge and sat thinking to herself. Here she was taking care of the brother, whilst others enjoyed themselves. It certainly did not seem fair.

She had already forgotten about the teacher, strange though the encounter was.

After roughly twenty minutes, a call took her back inside the washroom.

“All done?”

Marty scowled.

“I dropped the damn soap.”

She saw it lying within the drainer and quickly retrieved it for him.

“What’s left to wash?”

“Just my undercarriage. Won’t take long.”

He lathered his hands and washed quickly, ignoring his sister’s
curious eyes.

“You can dry me now.”

Mary turned the water off and brought the towel from its holder.
Then she helped him onto the floor where he rolled onto his stomach.
Mary started to dry the smooth skin, as Marty lay there helpless as usual. He could dry his front without much trouble, but the rear was quite another matter.

As the rotating hands reached his buttocks, Marty groaned slightly.

“Not hurting am I?”

“Oh no.”

She dried the buttocks quickly, delving between, before finishing the legs off. As she stopped, he rolled once more.

“Oh sorry about that.”

He was apologising for his standing trooper, as it came into full view.

She felt herself turning a little red as she helped him onto the chair. He started drying himself as she hung on, images of the hard flesh playing through her mind.

He was still hard, even after drying.

Mary handed over the shawl, before wheeling him back to the lounge.

“Does that hurt?” she asked pointing to the groin.

Marty cheered up.

“Only when I let it.”

She giggled at the reply, as the chair came to a halt.

“Anything I can get you?”

Marty thought for a moment.

“Some tissues would be nice.”

She retrieved them, returning as he stroked the standing flesh.

“What do you think about?”

“Oh this and that.”

The hand was moving faster now.

Mary had seen this before and it always stunned her. Even at sixteen, the sexual drive was unknown to her.

She sat upon the sofa as the hands stroked the flesh, as Marty began gasping and whimpering.

“Damn!”

“Whatever is the matter?”

“It’s this chair. Putting me right off.”

She shook her head and gripped him tightly.

“Let’s try the sofa then.”

She lifted him onto his weak legs, the body resting against the
silver dress.

“Sorry for the trouble.”

“No problem.”

As she moved him toward the sofa, his manhood grazed the material, and the sudden sensation brought him to a messy climax.
Mary stared down as the semen pumped out. Marty could only gasp in sympathy with his body’s reaction.

“Now look what you did,” she said sitting him down.

She grabbed the tissues and wiped the material off before taking things further.

“You should have waited.”

“I could not control it.”

Mary took the last tissue, and kneeling, started wiping the goo from the shaft and balls. As she did so, the organ began to wake once more.

“Can’t you switch it off?”

“Hardly.”

As she finished the cleaning process, Marty grasped her hand.

“Finish me off eh?”

Mary was stunned.

“I think one is quite enough.”

He pulled the hand onto himself and started tossing rapidly. As Mary turned scarlet, she scowled back.

“You shouldn’t really.”

“I can’t really help it.”

With her fingers locked against him, she could not really escape as he tossed himself. She tried to ignore the feelings and sensations this was creating.

Marty began gasping as he pulled her onto him. His mouth suddenly locked to her hidden bust as another hand gripped the small buttocks.

“Oh Mary...”

He climaxed at once, goo spewing around both their hands. The hand gripping the buttocks relaxed suddenly as Mary pulled free.

“Don’t ever try that again! Or next time you can wash your damn self!”

She ran to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. She stared at the soiled dress and quickly removed it.

“Now I’ll have to wash the damn thing.”

As she started looking for a replacement, a sudden crash echoed from the lounge. She ran back and found Marty upon the floor once more.

“I was trying to get to the chair.”

She stood over him, bra, and knickers on show and simply stared.

“I should leave you there.”

“Oh come on...”

She set the brakes before grabbing him roughly by the arms and pulling him on. She tossed the shawl at him before retiring once more.

It was well after midnight when the drunks returned from the pub. By this time, Marty was safely tucked up in bed, as was Mary. The noise woke her up as she gazed at the clock.

“What a ruddy time to get back.”

She heard mom toddle off to bed and waited for Georgie to do likewise.

After a moment, she heard a sound of giggling coming from Marty’s room and tiptoed out to investigate. Sticking her head through the open door, Mary saw her older sister lying atop her brother without a stitch on. She heard the low giggles as she slobbered him ruthlessly.

Marty’s arms were locked around her naked back as her body rode slowly. Mary had seen enough, and started to withdraw when Georgie glanced back and saw her.

Around one that morning, a dark figure tiptoed into Mary’s bedroom and snuggled up beside her. Mary woke with a start as arms enclosed her.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Having some fun. I saw you looking.”

“What you were doing was disgusting.”

“Oh I don’t think so Mary.”

Warm lips pecked the naked shoulder as hands delved beneath the nightdress.

“Get your hands off me.”

“Oh it’s just a little feel.”

Fingers probed and squeezed the small breasts as the peck turned into a full kiss. Mary tried to move but Georgie was much stronger than she.

“What’s down here I wonder?”

Mary froze as fingers slid between the closed thighs.

“Oh it’s so smooth...”

“Less of it.”

The fingers parted the flesh and moved across the little pleasure button.

“Ever done this?”

Mary shook her head violently.

“Then you should. Here, let me show you.”

Georgie’s fingers locked onto the hidden button, stroking quickly. Despite the situation, Mary felt her nubile body reacting in strange ways.

“You’re wet already.”

The fingers stroked the exposed button, as lips kissed and sucked away at the exposed shoulder.

“I don’t want this.”

“Of course you do. Just relax and enjoy.”

Mary felt the sensations rising. The strong tickly sensation of womanly pleasure.

The fingers gave way to a rotating palm, which drove the pleasure higher.

Mary started moaning softly, despite trying not to as another hand massaged the breasts and nipples.

“You are nearly there my love.”

Mary gasped as the climax broke suddenly. Her thighs thrusting against the annoying fingers. The sensation suddenly changed to an intense tickle, which had to be stopped. Mary responded by putting both hands upon that of her older sister.

“No more please.”

“Enjoy that did we?”

Mary nodded, a little ashamed at what had happened. The kissing stopped and the fingers were withdrawn slowly, as Georgie skulked off towards her own bedroom.

For Mary, college was a relief. Her final class was music, and as the students departed for home, she stayed behind.

“Need a lift?” Ms Dury asked.

Mary nodded in silence and they trotted off towards the rather large camper.

“Had this for donkey’s years.”

Mary climbed inside as the teacher pumped the engine. As they drove off towards Mary’s home, the tears came.

“What’s wrong with you?”

The story tumbled out. Though the part about Marty was kept well hidden.

As the camper reached a lonely spot, Ms Dury brought it to a halt.

“Come in the rear with me and we’ll talk.”

Mary went willingly into the living area as Ms Dury sat beside her.

“It sounds as though that was the first time.”

Mary nodded.

“I just feel so ashamed.”

“Georgie simply took advantage Mary. God knows the drink didn’t help.”

“I enjoyed it though.”

“It was a natural thing. Climax is perfectly normal.”

Mary stared at her.

“Did you climax?”

Ms Dury was partially stunned by the question, as it harked back to the music.

“It was your music that brought it on Mary. I don’t do that normally in front of someone.”

“Was it as pleasant as my own?”

“I suppose it was. Everyone reacts differently to the sensation. One of my friends just whimpers.”

Mary hung her head and Ms Dury embraced her.

“You need pepping up my girl. Fancy a dance?”

Mary gazed at the narrow corridor of the sitting area.

“Is there room?”

“There is always room for dancing my girl. Here, let me turn the tape on eh?”

The music teacher placed a tape of piano music into the dash, and as it sent out the pleasant notes, she rejoined the younger woman.

“How’s that?”

“Sounds really lovely.”

Ms Dury stood with hands stretched.

“Time for a slow one.”

Mary took her hands and they danced slowly within the confined space. As they gently twirled, they grew closer together.

Mary closed her eyes as their bodies collided. Resting her head upon the shoulder of her admiring tutor.

Warm arms gripped her, hands pressing into her lower back.

“What a lovely way to dance,” Ms Dury commented.

As they slowly circled, their busts rubbed against each other. Mary found herself a little aroused by the close contact. As her nipples hardened, she started grinding her hips.

Ms Dury noted the response and ground back. It was as if they were two parts of one person. Two long lost lovers.

Mary had placed her hands upon the older woman's shoulder. Her head remained resting. Even when other fingers trailed down her back and gently gripped the zip of her dress.

Mary moaned as the zip was lowered slowly. Ms Dury was softly panting as the young flesh came into view. As the zip reached the base of the dress, fingers reached inside, unclipping the small bra strap.

Mary lifted her head at last, as fingers lifted the front of the bra, releasing the small breasts into willing palms. As they kneaded and squeezed, Mary planted lips upon Ms Dury.

Now they kissed and mashed with mounting passion. All inhibition shattered by the moment. The dress fell to the floor as Mary pulled frantically at the jumper.

It came off easily enough, revealing full breasts much larger than her own. Mary needed no urging as lips enclosed a nipple. Sucking and licking until it was rampant. A palm helped to bring its twin to life.

Ms Dury was gasping now, fingers pushing the thin material away from the hips, revealing the smooth sexual crevice where supreme pleasure resided. She gasped when she saw it bare and unbroken.

Her knees collapsed until she was kneeling beneath the young goddess.
Her open mouth enveloped the virgin lips as a wandering tongue lashed at the button of pleasure.

Mary was breathing harshly now. Hands resting upon the dark hair of the older woman. Resting, as fingers probed inside the warm, wet body.

Mary opened her thighs wide, gasping as the inevitable climax approached. When it did, she screamed to high heaven as the fingers and tongue absorbed the outpourings of sexual bliss.

Ms Dury pulled the woman down upon her. She guided that willing mouth towards her breasts, fingers frantically pulling down her trouser zip.

Raising her cream bottom, she pushed them to her knees quickly.

Mary was unsure.

“Please...Oh God please...”

Mary kissed with pecks until the hair-covered mound lay beneath her. She stared at the morsel, not quite knowing how to proceed.

Ms Dury placed a loving hand upon her head and guided her like an expert. The pupil placed her tongue upon the warm, salty, **** and sucked for all she was worth.

Ms Dury reared her buttocks in response to the assault. She screamed blue murder as that wet mouth sucked away. None of her lovers had dared do this. Mary was the first.

With such suction applied, climax came quickly for Ms Dury. She screamed aloud as it broke over them both. The hand now used to push the young woman away.

They kissed upon the floor. They cuddled warmly now. The passion had faded, and had grown into lifelong love.
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Saving of Mark

Danial Mateson had been a businessman now for twenty years. Portly, polite and with greying hair, he had been in the habit of wandering the back streets well after sunset.

On this day, just after the rainstorm, he found himself standing in an alleyway gazing down at a cardboard box.

Not just any cardboard box either. This was a proper structure with someone sleeping inside.

“You okay in there?”

A muffled voice fired back, “Does it look like I’m okay?”

Danial stooped down, gazing inside. To the left stood open cans of food and to the right, open cans of beer. In between, lay a middle-aged man of around forty-five, who gazed at him from beneath a filthy duvet.

“I’m Danial by the way.”

“Mark. What the hell are you doing around here?”

“Just my habit I’m afraid.”

“Cruising are we?”

Danial nodded slowly, pulling his sheepskin’s closer around his body.

“You won’t find any takers here I’m afraid.”

“I was starting to gather that. Anything I can get you?”

Mark glanced at his meagre possessions.

“A bottle of whisky would be nice.”

“I have one at home. Fancy a nightcap?”

Mark thought the offer over for a moment.

“Why not?”

Danial waited as the man rose, exposing his dark t-shirt, and greying jeans.

“How long have you been out here?”

“Around eighteen months.”

As Mark left his cardboard home, Danial took him in hand and led him homeward. As they walked up to the front door, Mark glanced at the ornate building.

“Fancy place. Not married then?”

“Never been and never want to.”

He led his newfound friend into the diner, a cosy room with a large drinks cabinet.

“Whisky you said?”

“On the rocks.”

Danial poured and noted his guest had sat down upon the lounger.

“Thanks mate.”

As Mark slurped away, Danial joined him.

“Is that okay?”

“Pretty friendly for fire-water.”

“That’s because it’s malted.”

Mark finished the glass and held it out.

“Refill?”

“Now you are talking my language.”

As Danial poured another, his guest glanced at the fancy TV and the even fancier but grotesque painting.

“Is that an original?”

Danial nodded.

“15th century Italian. Guseppe was the artist.”

Mark had never heard the name as he gazed upon a rather disturbing scene.

Within a dark graveyard, a naked woman had been tied to a tree, whilst an equally naked man was deep inside her body.

“Rather weird subject matter,” Mark commented.

Danial pointed to the woman.

“Notice how her head is looking towards his feet. That’s a corpse he’s screwing.”

“I think you are right there.”

“At night you know, I sit here and study it.”

“What for?”

Danial smiled and said, “I sometimes here him grunt.”

As the glass emptied, Mark felt himself drift off to a gentle resting place. He imagined that woman was with him now. His jeans around his ankles, and her warm lips wrapped around his erect manhood.

He smiled in that sleep. Smiled as the shaft was pumped continuously. As tension gave way to erotic pleasure, he groaned aloud.

The noise woke him up.

“Pretty strange dream.”

He gazed down and saw that his jeans were indeed around his ankles and that his manhood was a little softer now. As for the host, he had completely vanished.

“The bugger must have taken advantage.”

He pulled his jeans around his waist and called out. There was no response.

Curious now, he entered the hall and from a side door, he heard the sound of running water.

Poking his head through, he saw the closed curtain rail of the shower and guessed who was inside.

“What did you do that for?”

“Do what?”

“Swallow me?”

Danial poked his head out.

“I did no such thing. You obviously dreamt it.”

Mark scratched his weary head.

“You could be right. I really thought it was the woman.”

“In that painting?”

“It certainly looked like her.”

Danial smiled.

“You know, a similar experience befell me.”

Mark felt more than a little awkward talking through a shower rail.

“Any room for two?”

“Be my guest.”

After Mark had stripped, he stepped inside the cubicle and into the hot stream of water.

“Ouch!”

Danial laughed.

“A little too hot eh?”

He turned the heat down, running his eyes over the manly body of Mark.

“So you had a wet dream too?”

“What happened in yours?”

“Pretty similar I’m afraid. She gave me a blow-job.”

Mark happened to glance down, noting the huge erect member pointing straight at him.

He moved forward and cupped it gently.

“You never mentioned that you were gay,” Danial said.

“You never asked,”

Mark stroked him gently at first, raising the tempo gradually. Danial closed his eyes and enjoyed the deep sensations.

Mark rubbed his palm across the purple head, an action that made Danial groan somewhat.

“Enjoying that?”

Danial nodded as the strokes intensified.

As he looked down, the partner spurted. Loud moans broke from his open lips, as the fluid vanished down the drainer.

“I damn well needed that.”

“I bet you did.”

Mark let the flaccid member drop as Danial embraced him.

“A little reciprocal action?”

A thick hand took the dick and gently stroked. Warm lips closed and
a tongue flashed inside.

They kissed gently at first, as the fingers stroked and probed at the heaving member. Mark was enjoying it, fingers pulling the buttocks apart.

The tongues sword fenced as the smooch deepened, as the erect dick was guided between the thick thighs. Mark started pumping as the smooth skin bristled with excitement.

Danial held him close, until with a loud gasp, his partner climaxed. They pulled apart now. Dick dropping down as the water poured upon them both.

“Never tried that before.”

“It’s better than screwing. Safer too.”

A loud clatter from the diner took their attention somewhere else.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Mark exclaimed.

They dashed back into the diner and saw something that was clearly impossible.

Standing upon the floor, the naked female from the painting glared at them both.

“Who put me there?” she snarled.

The two naked men simply looked at each other open mouthed.

“It can’t be her.”

“It certainly is,” Danial replied.

“I asked a question.”

Danial thought quickly.

“We don’t know.”

The woman glared back as her breasts heaved.

It was apparent that a standoff had developed. The two men waited with baited breath, as the unknown female looked them up and down.
“For wizards, you two look a little lost.”

This was the opening. This was their big chance.

“We really are not wizards,” Danial assured her. “As far as we are aware, none exist.”

The woman shook her dark locks.

“How do you think I ended up behind the canvas?”

“Perhaps the painter?” Mark suggested.

“What? That old man. Don’t make me laugh.”

“What is the last thing you remember?” Danial asked.

“Being tied to a tree and raped!”

The shocking reply gave Danial an idea.

“Do you know the rapist?”

The woman shook her head and moved toward the hall door.

“Where are you going?” Mark asked.

The nude swung around and pointed a long finger at them.

“To get my revenge.”

“It’s a little late love,” Danial assured her. “It’s been over five centuries.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Take a look outside then,” Mark suggested.

They followed her to the main door and watched as it was opened.
“This is not my world. This strange place of horseless carriages.”

“As I said, it has been over five hundred years love.”

Danial closed the door and led her back into the diner.

“I need another drink,” Mark said heading for the cabinet.

“Pour two more eh? We have a guest.”

The woman took the strange glass and sniffed the golden contents.

“What manner of piss is this?”

Danial was quite offended.

“Do you mind?”

Mark on the other hand had a much better idea. He took a mouthful
and swallowed.

“See. Quite safe.”

The woman followed suit and coughed heavily.

“It certainly has a kick.”

She turned toward the painting, now bereft of her presence.

“I like it that way.”

Danial and Mark joined her.

“I wonder if the male has been trapped too?” Mark commented.

“He had better stay in there. We have enough trouble as it is.”

The woman finished the firewater and coughed again.

“If only I could get my revenge.”

“That would mean returning to the canvas,” Danial said. “We do not possess such power.”

The woman touched the blank space but nothing happened. In utter disgust, she threw the glass at the hard floor. As it shattered, Danial said, “There was no need for that now.”

She stomped off and Mark caught her arm.

“We can’t allow you to leave.”

The woman stopped and smiled.

“I had no such intention. Show me your sleeping quarters.”

They led her into the rather sparse bedroom and watched as she
looked around.

“I wonder what she thinks?” Mark whispered.

The woman glanced back.

“I think you two should perform for me.”

Danial gulped and Mark simply smirked.

“Like zoo animals?”

“What’s a zoo?”

Danial slapped his friend’s buttocks lightly and climbed onto the unmade bed.

“Come on slowcoach. You heard the lady.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Mark joined him.

The woman simply watched as the guys lay together. Warm arms embraced as their full lips touched. Wet tongues played and fingers squeezed the willing buttocks. Mark rolled onto his new friend, his dick sliding along the lower stomach.

Danial pushed him down and, lips enclosed the swollen head. As Mark sucked greedily, the woman simply watched.

The head bobbed up and down as firm fingers stroked the hard shaft. Danial closed his eyes for a moment until the suction stopped.

“What are you doing?”

Mark swung around, presenting cheeks toward his new found lover.

“Stick me deep and proper.”

Danial had never heard it put quite like that before and nestled against the willing man. He gripped his wet dick softly and guided it into his fundament.

Mark groaned as the member filled the slimy crevice, as it started sliding in that familiar action. Danial tried to thrust back, but firm hands stopped him.

“Don’t do that.”

The pumping grew faster and Danial started groaning. A hand gripped the hard flesh and pumped it savagely. Mark was pretty excited already and spurted almost at once. Danial on the other hand took his time, until he too came loudly.

They collapsed onto each other, as the woman clapped her nimble hands.

“Bravo.”

The two men took a little time to recover as the woman trotted back into the diner. When they joined her after dressing, she was staring at the canvas closely.

“See something?” Mark asked.

The woman pointed to a small star in the bottom right corner.

“What does this mean?”

Danial looked and shook his head.

“Perhaps a signature?”

Mark on the other hand placed his finger against it. As he did so, the strange painting dragged them inside.

The woman reacted positively to their new surroundings. The cryptic graveyard lay all around.

“We should remain quiet.”

Deep in shock, the two lovers were in no fit state to protest.
The woman crept behind a gravestone and pointed at the fixed male. The tree lay before him.

“Now I kill him,” the woman whispered.

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” Danial advised.

The woman stared at him coldly.

“He deserves to die.”

“You don’t quite see the point,” Danial insisted. “You are meant to be in this painting. If you kill him, we could all be trapped here.”
“Do you have a suggestion?” Mark asked.

“As a matter of fact I do. She simply reverses the position.”

The woman understood the cryptic meaning.

As they hid, she crept up behind the frozen figure and moved him against the tree. She then tied him up, as she had been and stood in front of him.

A moment passed before the lovers realised they were back in the diner.

“I think we were rather lucky,” Danial smirked.

Mark gazed at the rearranged painting and pointed to the canvas.

“She’s smiling now.”

“I hope so mate.”

Mark embraced him, whispering, “Thanks for saving me.”