Although it was only love juice, my cock was flowing as though beasty was about to fuck her. (Well it hasn"t a brain of its own) He,Den, was out of luck,her panties and suspenders had hitched together somehow. I had a better view than Den of her middles,but he was getting the touching bit. Horny lucky bastard! He now seemed to be getting token resistence from my wife as she said, "They"ll miss us we"ve been gone to long" he,gruffly now said, "Who cares,I"m going to have it and you want it as badly as I do anyway" Her hand weakly tried to stop his hands as they pulled at the legs of her knickers.

 "Please Den,not here please lets stop,pleease! Ooh!Ooh!noo" He was now pulling the leg of her knickers to the side giving me a view of her pussy. It glistened in the light,she must be soaking. I knew at this point she had seen me watching,because she looking directly at me,raised her eyes up into the top of her head while taking a very deep breath and shakily letting it out indicated to me he had her really going,I"m sure she was actually cumming off. In turn I got a glimpse of his other hand and could see most of it was inside the other leg hole doing I don"t know what to her pussy.

 "Please Den,don"t do it pleease,hark! there"s someone coming" "Sssh! they"ll just go by,you know you want it as much as I do" "No!No! honest I didn"t want you to do me" "You must have,you"re soaking!" "Yeah I admit it got me excited,you necking me and that,but not to fuck me" Suddenly his cock was in sight waving in front of my wifes cunt. It hit against her thigh,he had a rampant hardon,then grabbing hold of it and pointing it at her pussy he made to push at her. I knew it touched her slit because as she moaned n-o-o please n-o-o he bent his knees to line it up with her cunts hole.

 "Ooh! no, please let me just flip you off" "Like fuck! you"re goin to have the fucker right now" Another jab at her as I quickly moved back out of sight a bit and said, "You two! are you about here some place? the others have noted your absence,Oh! there you are" In this little time,my beast was squirting cum in my pants and tormenting my groins with a slow excruciating orgasm. As I came in sight, Den pulled away and turning away from my direction obviously trying to put his cock away,while Jackie on the other hand was struggling with her skirt,which being a pencil style didn"t lend itself to a quick cover up.

 I nearly gave my part in all this away though,because in her haste to cover her pussy,her tits were still out. Playing the dumb hubby,I said, "Put your tits away Jackie before Den gets any ideas about your pussy" All in an annoyed tone. She gave me a look,her mouth was about to respond but I caught her with a wink just in time. Trying to recover the situation,Den had done himself up and turned towards us. I couldn"t resist this. "Jackie,you haven"t been feeling anything you shouldn"t have,have you?" No answer,I went on, "Den you better wipe that stuff off your trouser leg before we catch up with the others" He,Shit! "Sorry mate,it was what,(Jab) you know,THE OTHER DAY!" he said meaningfully. "Jackie wouldn"t know anything about that" I lied. "What wouldn"t I know about" Jackie blasted. I have to hand it to her,she was dead quick on the uptake. "Oh! nothing really,you know,man stuff" As she turned away,she had a grin right across her face.

 As we walked to catch up,Den hurriedly pushed on ahead to catch up first. I reckoned it was to give Ginny some of his smarmy bullshit! Dragging back,I said to wifey, "You"re such a bitch,one minute he got you nearly cumming in your knickers and the next you"re making him nearly shit himself" As she rolled her eyes up into the top of her head again,"Nearly cumming?" she uttered with passion. I knew then it wasn"t nearly at all,he"d made her cum right enough, as I had suspected. Fucking hell I miss-judged that then!

 Thinking about it I should have realised because it had made my beast cum,with no hands applied. Well nearly no handling anyway! She went on, "I don"t know what happened,one second I was resisting him then the next I wanted to grab hold his cock and shove it in myself" What did he do that I didn"t see then? "Nothing,I knew you were there from when he pulled my tits out" I didn"t bother to say I was there before that.

 But he was fingering me with his hand away from where you were,then suddenly my legs went all weak as he touched up inside me and I came all over his fingers. That"s when he suddenly had his cock against my pussy. What did that feel like? "To be honest,lovely,he slid it along my quim and just as I felt him line it up with my hole,you hollered. Oh Richard,I am so sorry,I would have let him,how terrible is that? I"m so,so sorry,honest,it was this feeling his fingers done on me" (I now know,he knew how to find a womens G spot) At this time I said, "It must have been the feel of a different finger rubbing your clit" "Yeah, but it felt more inside though!" she said.

 More to follow.

 

The forest up ahead I knew it from a long time ago, my mind as well as the car must have been on autopilot cause I don’t remember making the turns or the stops. How could it be so close to the city and still be so lush, alive, and unchanged? The forest it’s time during my youth; it’s funny I would drive here with my head in the clouds, after being away for so many years, and then again I always sought refuge from my troubles here.

 

The coffee ran right through me, I have to pee and don’t want to go back into town. Any way I remember the trails, and Ah yes a parking place. I love a clearly marked trail especially when I’m in a hurry. Boy… talk about dense foliage, ten steps and the city is gone. I’ll just squat right here and pee, it’s off the trail and no one can see me. Ah… that feels good, what a relief it’s so cool in here; the lushness is so inviting, I think I will walk around in here for a while. ‘Pouf…’ one piss, and this morning’s attitude and frustrations have been vanquished, by the magical embrace of my youth remembered.

 

So much time and so many firsts happened here in this forest along this very trail. I use to play in this forest when I was young pretending to be an animal stocking and slinking around spying on the people that came here. When I grew older and the boys started coming around, we would go into these woods and neck. I would come here to play with myself dreaming of being a grownup; it was here I lost my virginity to a banana. I was so aroused; feeling I was about to cum and didn’t, then rubbing myself raw. Funny how so much has changed around these woods yet they have remained untouched; maybe smaller, maybe a few more dead trees, and the trails are more obvious through use, more litter scattered about, but still more or less just as I remember.

 

Outside the tree line a blistering heat and an exhausting pace, inside cool and serene. I remember teasing my first boy friend in here, kissing and petting; he thought he was going to get a little, but I just jumped up and said, “I’m late!” and ran off home. Other times just walking and gazing or napping and fantasizing on the soft deep moss beds filled my days. I some times think I should have let him have me, tasted him, felt him spend his seed inside me, lord knows I had the hots for a cock any cock just no nerve.

 

Yes…just over… yes here is my favorite place, a thick bed of moss, off the trail, but close, close enough to watch the comings and goings of the hikers, it was here I saw my first penis in the flesh. He stopped to pee right in front of me, and never knew I was there watching, God how my loin swelled and throbbed at it’s sight.

 

Ah…I see it… just as I knew it; the moss covered indentation, next to a brush covered log on one side, and surrounding the rest was a dense wall of vine-covered tree limbs dotted with white blossoms every spring. No one can see in, unless they look closely, so I had my own private suite to lie in the sun or shade and to nap or tan in. I some times masturbated; fantasizing about some of the boys I knew, or men I had seen, while I twiddled my nipples and clitoris. Sometimes I would just listened to the sounds of the birds as they flew and the animals in the distance, or the wind, or the fading voices as they walked by.

 

I think I will nap here for a while it is so peaceful, and cool it’ll be just like old times. This morning is still so fresh; my sex life has dried up, I haven’t been able to get him to talk to me for thirty minutes with out saying some thing critical. I have to think of a way to get Bob to treat me like he at least likes me and stop humping me like a bitch, or stop letting him hump me all together, I should just tell him to go find another animal to hump somewhere. Shit we use to talk for hours when we first got married; try to turn each other on and satisfy our needs, I am not sure how it soured or even when, “Oh hell…! It just died and dried up.”

 

Oh the sun is doing its thing my eyes are getting heavy so I’m going to slip off to slumber land… Wuh…?! Oh! What is going on down by the road? It sounds like trouble? Wait a minute not trouble it looks and sounds like two people have come to play in the woods, and by the sound of their laughter these are two lovers who have come for a tryst in the woods, and it is my good fortune to be here and watch like I did in my youth. My… that is one good looking young male very athletic yet still plump, but strong looking with those big features I bet he is hung, yet a hint of femininity.

 

His girl friend is much smaller, with a beautifully lush round body, and pert tits; her long nipples really stand out, just a hint of baby fat over her muscles that give her bottom a very nice shape. Her thick head of raven hair and bushy eyebrows leads me to fantasize that she is a very hairy woman. She makes me hungry for my earlier days and my last girlfriend, even though we only teased each other it was still better than what I have now.  Obviously they both spend time at the gym together, they have matching red sweats on. They act so comfortable together I bet they do a lot of things together. They both look so happy, it is easy to see who is the more sexually active. That small raven haired beauty acts like a lynx, I bet she keeps him well taken care of.

 

Wow…! They play rough, he just knocked her to the ground and jumped on top trying to pin her to the ground. Oh her shrieks and his grunting laughter they sound and look as though they are really having fun. We use to play like that when we first started seeing each other, wrestling around on the floor, or outside in the yard. Now I think he doesn’t even want to kiss me; now he just does it as part of the act, it is my fault for letting it go on for as long as I have without mention not finding new ways to excite him. Hell I don’t even think of Bob by name any more.

 

Oops she almost got away but he just flipped her over his lap and stuffed his hand inside her panties. I can see him wriggling his hand between her legs; I’ll bet he has at least two fingers in her now. That sure put a stop to her struggles, now she is just panting, and holding herself open to his fondlings. Oh! She gets wet when he touches her, I can hear his fingers splashing in her wetness now and I see a spot forming on the inside of her thigh, yep she is really wet her sweats are starting to sag and darken from her juices and the spot is starting to run. I think he is going to diddle his fingers inside her until he makes her cum. Bob use to do that to me with his fingers sometimes or go down on me and make me cum on his face; now the bastard just nit-picks about every little thing, stays at the office till late, eats at the café where we met, but won’t call me to meet him there.

 

I was right he is making her cum right now, boy she really moans gasps and squirms a lot. She has soaked the crotch of her sweatpants, still he didn’t slow her down she got right in his face and laid him down I guess it is her turn to make him cum now. She is slippery she just pulled his top off with a single tug. Wait a minute that isn’t a he? He is a she those are tits she is sucking on, small but pert little mounds, and positively feminine nipples.

 

I think I rustled some brush as I grabbed my mouth to stifle my gasp, though I doubt they heard me they are far too busy. I could here them talking, “You made me cum so good I have to pee. You just wait right there.” I can see her girlfriend’s nipples as she lies there, they are not as big as hers but they are the nipples of a woman. Oh… oh she is getting close. She is bold she just dropped her sweatpants and squatted right in front of me. Oh my but she is very hairy, her legs are densely covered with long black hair, and I bet it goes up her back. Ohoh! She is looking right at me, I think she sees me.

 

“Hey Sheila put your top back on we’re not alone. What…why are you spying on us?” She asked with a curious smile on her face.

 

“I wasn’t... I wa… I wasn’t spying.” I stuttered.

 

“It looked like you were spying to me. Don’t be scared we aren’t mad or going to hurt you or anything like that.” She said curiously.

 

“Sharon what is it? Who are you talking to?” Sheila pried nervously.

 

“I’m Renee I was just napping when the two of you woke me.” I said uneasily as the big one named Sheila came closer.

 

“So ya…”

 

“Quiet Sheila you are scaring her… a Renee is it? You come here often?” Sharon nosed gently.

 

“I use to live in one of those houses on the hill.” I answered pensively. I looked at Sheila, as she loomed closer, she was much bigger than I.

 

“Oh don’t worry about Sheila her bark is much worse than her bite. You know you were watching us and learning what our… secrete is so it is…only fair that we learn just a little something about you. That is a nice cozy little hideout you found. May we slip on in there and just talk a while?” Sharon asked nicely and smiling coyly.

 

I still felt nervous, as I was… spying sort of so I admitted, “I guess I should have let you know I was here but you looked like you were having so much fun, well I thought I would watch for a while and I thought for sure you would leave without noticing.”

 

“How long have you been coming here.”? Sheila asked in her rough sounding voice but looking interested in what I has to say, and casting teasing glances at Sharon.

 

“This is the first time in years, since before I moved into the city.” I answered calmly. I was feeling a little more at ease, becoming more familiar with these two new people, while the three of us sat talking in my secrete nook so I offered, “You know this little hideout of mine hasn’t changed much since I left the last time. I use to watch people as they went about doing what ever I never thought I was spying on them, but I guess it is spying if you are sneaking.”

 

“That is interesting,” Sharon sang, “You’ve been gone for years yet you found this place. Why is it a special spot?”

 

“I use to nap here out of sight of the passersby. It has escaped the ravages of time for the most part.” I went silent and pointed as two boys walked by and pissed on the trees across the path from us. The three of us watched and listened as the bigger of the two was bragging about his conquest from the other night. Their voices faded as they walked farther away. Sharon had snuggled in next to Sheila and Sheila put her arm around her, and we sat there quietly for a few minutes taking advantage of our furtive lookout.

 

“Don’t take this too hard, but you look like you are having a bad day.” Sheila remarked her voice sounding a little softer, and her face looking a little more relaxed.

 

“I was… I am… I don’t even remember making the turns to get here, it just went pop, and I was here. I use to come here all the time to wile away the days I had nothing else to do or when I was down or troubled about things. As you can see it is a quiet, private place. I guess it has changed some the tree line us to be farther back and the trail was harder to see.” I rambled on at ease now at their presents.

 

“You ever bring another gir…” Sharon was cut short.

 

“Sharon!” Sheila rebuked sharply, “Don’t mind her she is always digging into people’s sex.”

 

“Well why not! She saw you digging into my sex.” Sharon exclaimed then pried as an impish smile beamed across her face, “Have you brought any girls or boys into your… secrete hideout?”

 

“No I never brought anyone here. The two of you are the first people I’ve talked to here.” I felt a little challenged as I answered but still an attraction was growing.

 

“You never brought boys or girls here to make out? Huh!” Sharon challenged adding, “And you know what we are. How do you feel towards lesbians in general?” Both Sharon and Sheila looked at each other with an impish smile beaming.

 

“I didn’t say that tha…”

 

“Sharon stop being so pushy!” Sheila interrupted adding, “She always accuses me of being pushy or intimidating. I ask you do find me intimidating?”

 

“I did a little at first, but now I don’t feel threatened at all.” I replied.

 

“So. Renee tell us what did you mean to say?” Sharon pressed on.

 

“I never brought anyone here this was my special place. And just so you know we had two gay women working at the café where I used to work; they seemed nice enough and happy, they did their jobs, and I had no complaints about them, but I didn’t really know them. Any way with the men around here it’s easy to understand why women would want other women.” I explained openly and continued, “I had a lot of firsts in these woods. I saw my first penis; a couple doing it over there, behind those rocks and lost my virginity in these woods. Watching the couple do it was my first sexual experience. I use to tease the boys and watch their faces as they learned that they weren’t going to get lucky, when I got up to leave.”

 

“Did one of them get lucky?” Sheila asked.

 

“Now look who’s pushing.” Sharon interjected then she kissed Sheila’s lips and rubbed her stomach.

 

“Yes I took him to the rocks where I watched my first couple go all the way.” I described pausing to catch my breath I continued, “It was a clumsy pawing for the both of us I guess that is the way it goes for most of the first timers.”

 

“Yea that is what happened with both of us, we lost our virginity to sweaty pawings too. My boyfriend lost his sperm before he got his penis inside my pussy, he showered my legs and belly before he stuffed in into me.” Sharon acknowledged then asked slyly, “Did he wear you down too?”

 

“No I brought him here specifically to give him my virginity.” I said smugly adding, “but not before losing it to a banana first.”

 

“So you spy, you tease, and you are bold enough to take your own virginity with a banana then do it with a boy; so tell me did you cum the first time? How is that you look so dried up and unfulfilled now?” Sharon asked in a critical tone in her voice.

 

“No; neither time I just got raw and itched for days. I have been in a bad relationship too long. I don’t even remember when it turned sour, or when I started feeling trapped.” I sadly admitted.

 

“Sheila’s boy friends use to beat up on her all the time, and girls at school use to chase her around and beat up on her too. My boy friend got me hooked on drugs and sold to who ever would pay, for what ever they would pay. He made me work the streets till all hours and if the Johns didn’t beat me he would sometimes.” Sharon recounted their bad times then asked, “You ever bring a girl here and fool around? Did she make you cum?”

 

“We have each other now and together we chase the bad times away.” Sheila said liltly as she beamed at Sharon playing with her hair.

 

I was glad for the change of subject and replied; “Only once with my best friend and no we didn’t do it long enough to orgasm.” I told her adding, “I wanted to keep going because it felt really good but she started feeling guilty.” And then started talking about the two I watched and what he did to her.”

 

“Oh this sounds nice.” Sharon sang as she snuggled closer to her friend Sheila and then pressed, “Tell us about what the two of you did.”

 

“I told her about how he kissed her between her legs, and how she started sweating right away and moaning loudly. She told me she watched her parents doing the same thing. I asked her if she wanted to see how it felt. She didn’t answer for a while then she put her hand on mine and said, ‘it will be our secrete right’ I assured her I was just curious to see how it felt. Any way we only did it the once for a few minutes and that was it. She stopped just as I got wet, and pushed me away when she got close to orgasm. I have always wondered what would have happened had we kept going, and still think of her now and again.”

 

“Oh boo…! Well we were hoping for a wet story. Who knows maybe the two of you would have gotten married” Sharon said as she pouted then asked, “So what kind of marriage do you have?”

 

“You know what kind it is.” Sheila scolded.

 

“I want to hear her say.” Sharon urged as she rebuked Sheila and pressed, “Well.”

 

“It isn’t much of a relationship; he works and pays the bills, so I keep the house, fix the meals, do the shopping…” I paused as I realized that I was just a chore girl to him.

 

“What else?” Sharon pushed.

 

“I guess in a sense I am just a whore to him. He doesn’t love me anymore, but I let him fuck me when he wants, and suck him off when he asks me to.” I replied somberly and then explained, “He just gets real nasty towards me when I don’t let him ‘get some’ as he puts it.”

 

“Does he at least try to turn you on once in awhile?” Sheila asked.

 

“Not in a long time; we never go out anymore, and he rarely thanks me for anything. I should have never let any of that get started but…” I said.

“Boy you should move out that would show him.” Sharon snarled.

 

“Yea…!” Sheila chimed in, in support of both of us sounding quiet mad.

 

“I don’t have any money just a little from what he gives me for shopping, and no real skil…” I went quiet and pointed at another couple coming into the woods, an older man and a younger man in his early twenties. I motioned for them to move to my side and watch, so they quietly slinked to where I was sitting and we watched.

 

The older man gave a joint to his friend and lit it for him, and looked around as he took the first hit then watched him closely as he took another. We heard him refuse a hit when the younger man offered it so he took one more, big lung full and stubbed it then put it in his pocket. They both looked around guiltily, like they were going to steal something, they even looked right at us but they didn’t see us through the thick foliage.

 

The older man started massaging his friend’s shoulders and arms and with in a few minutes his hands were roaming all over the younger man’s torso and soon one hand found the young man’s swelling bulge and began massaging it. We heard him saying as he sighed “Oh that feels really, really nice,” and the older man got down on his knees, unbuttoned his friend’s fly, pulled out his surprisingly large dick and sucked it into his mouth. The younger man’s knees started to buckle as his gland slipped into the man’s mouth, and he fell back against the tree face turned towards the sky.

 

My mouth gaped at not only the older man’s zealousness, but at the size of the younger man’s now rock solid penis. The smell of sex hung in the windless air as the three of us just watched in silent awe as the older man sucked his friend’s dick taking its full length with ease. I wondered if the other two women were getting as wet as I was so I cast a quick glance at them and by the way they were holding each other they were. From where we were we had a perfect vantage point to watch and hear, as the two men had their tryst.

 

The older man was very eager and skilled at oral sex; he was getting the full length of the younger mans good-sized cock down his throat. Even though it softened some it was still big. As he sucked on the younger man’s dick he pulled his pants down just enough to free his large set of testicles to the manipulations of his hand. We heard the younger mans breath start to rush; just then the other man stopped and slowly moved his mouth to and started to suck and lick his friend’s scrotum causing him to gasp loudly.

 

As the older man licked and sucked the scrotum we could see precum oozing from the gland and running down his now rigid shaft. We heard the older man slurping it up and younger man’s whispered coaxings and urgings, as his gland slipped back into his friend’s mouth. We could hear the older man making exaggeratedly loud sucking noises as he drank the young mans precum, while milking his shaft. Again his breath started to rush out in gasps and again the older man stopped and waited for him to settle down but his penis stayed hard. Then very slowly started sliding his cock into his throat and back out, then back in teasing him making him wait for release. The young man was now sweated and in a heated frenzy as he wrapped his hands around the older man’s head and tried to thrust his penis into his open mouth.

 

He rebuked him telling him, “No only my shoulders and let me do the work.” Then started slowly milking that turgid shaft again with both hands and taking it all the way down his throat then squeeze his testicles. His whispered pleads turned into loud begging as he neared orgasm. I felt my own juices flowing as they use to, years ago weeping pass the elastic band of my panties and slowly ooze down my leg. Then he groaned and gasped and his face twisted with strain as he came, I even had a little sympathy orgasm. It was easy to hear the older man slurping up his friend’s sperm and swallowing. The gasping groans turned into loud sighs, the younger man’s face relaxed, and then they were silent. We could see the younger man’s stomach quake as his friend sucked the rest of his sperm from his gland like it was a straw, while milking the now flaccid shaft. The younger man appeared to be quite spent as he leaned back against the tree with his eyes closed, and his friend knelt there with the flaccid member inside his motionless mouth.

 

We heard the other two boys coming back, the same time they did; it was funny to see them scrambling to button up before they got close. Actually they were gone before the first two showed up and they left with out pausing.

 

“Alone again the three of us.” I said and sarcastically added, “I bet if the two other boys hadn’t happened along we would’ve gotten an encore performance. Sheila and Sharon were giving each other a passionate kiss and I thought, “I could orgasm even with one of Bob’s sick humps, I was so hot.”

 

I turned around and sat back against the mossy log, Sharon and Sheila sat on the soft moss in the middle of the indentation arm in arm. We all sat there quietly musing on the pleasures of the tryst we witnessed. I was still dazed at the skill that older man had, he was much better than me. I could see Sheila sniffing at the air and looking around, it was she that broke the silence.

 

“You know Sharon…” She paused as she sniffed at the air, “I think some one other than us is hot, and really wet.” Sheila sang as she smiled adding, “It isn’t the two boys or the pair who had a tryst, it is our new friend.” And she went silent as they both looked at me; I knew she was right I was stewing in my juices my fanny was soaked.

 

Sharon and Sheila had gotten to their knees when Sheila asked, “You want a little help from Sharon? She is really sweet about kissing a pussy.” And Sheila smiled at me daringly. I tried to speak but my words just hung in my throat. I opened my mouth and the only sound that came out was a garbled moan.

 

“That sounds like a yes please to me.” purred Sharon.

 

“You know I think you are right,” agreed Sheila as they moved in on me. I started to panic but couldn’t move; the muscles around my vagina were quivering and ached terribly, and my heart was pounding in my ears.

 

Sheila pulled me onto her lap, unhooked my bra, and pulled my shirt up high enough to free my breasts, ‘oh…!’ how my nipples ached. Sharon was undoing my pants as she tugged at them my shoes just popped off my feet. I heard Sharon sing as she pulled my pants down, “Oh! Sheila She has really wet her panties,” and then she nosed my hairs as she inched my panties down then she sang lasciviously, “Our friend has been a naughty little girl a naughty… naughty… little girl she has cum inside her little pussy I can smell it.” I found the saucy teasing quite arousing.

 

“Have you been a naughty little girl? Do you have cum in you?” Sheila whispered sweetly teasingly into my ear as she squeezed my nipple with the fingers of one hand and rubbed my belly with the other.

 

“Yes I… I have. I le… I let… He humped me like an animal and he came in me.” I said gaspingly.

 

“You mind if Sharon sucks it out of you.” Sheila asked seductively.

 

“Oh Sharon can do what ever she wants to do to me.” I sighed as I surrendered to their exquisite ministrations. I remember yelling and bouncing off the ground as Sharon sucked and bit the soft skin of my thighs and cheeks. She made it hurt as she pinched my skin with her teethe, but for ever how much it hurt it felt twice as good. I started begging chanting between my moans and gasps for her to, “Suck me…!”

 

Sheila bent down and kissed me sliding her tongue into my mouth just as Sharon sucked my clitoris into her mouth, and stifled my screaming gasps. Sheila wrapped her legs around my waist to hold me steady while I writhed from Sharon’s pleasuring. It felt like their tongues were wriggling inside my throat and inside my cervix at the same time, she stopped just as I tensed and started biting my thighs again. I came twice in only a few minutes when she renewed her sucking and licking of my clitoris and labia even after I went limp the first time she was still eagerly licking and sucking I felt her fingers slide into my butt and her thumb wriggling inside my vagina.

 

Sheila let go of my nipples, grabbed my legs, and held me open for Sharon’s tongue as she snaked it all over my vulva. Tonguing and sucking every little fold and again I felt my muscles squeezing and flexing as another orgasm roared through me. I could hear her swallowing as she sucked after my body went limp. I started to beg them to stop.

 

“Why do you want us to stop?” Sheila whispered in my ear while Sharon continued to suckle my clitoris.

 

“I have to pee really bad. I’ll spray it all over Sharon if she doesn’t move.” I moaned while I tried to squeeze my muscles closed, but her three fingers in my butt made that hard to do and her thumb was still wriggling inside my vagina causing the pressure to build fast.

 

“If you have to pee just let go of it, Sharon likes anything wet.” Sheila cooed in my ear then bit it still holding my legs open. I was still holding it inside until Sharon started running her other fingers inside my vagina while she bit and stretched one of my labia. I just exploded; my pee-pee gushed out of me and all over Sharon’s face, but she kept her mouth on my clitoris and her fingers inside me until the urine stopped flowing and I passed out.

 

I came to, with my cheek laying on Sheila’s inner thigh and Sharon’s arm around my waist. She had Sheila’s panties pulled to the side and her sweatpants bunched in her hand that held her panties open and was tonguing her labia. I instinctively started kissing her thigh.

 

“Here slide on up and put your mouth on her pussy,” she whispered as I did she started nibbling my ear and fingering my butt again. I felt her juices run down my chin, and tried to drink them as best I could. Sharon took my head into her hands and held my lips to the hollow of her neck, and I kissed her there, then she put my mouth on her breast and I sucked on her nipple then she pulled me on top of her pressing our mouths together, and Sheila laid on top of me rubbing Sharon’s nipples with mine. I felt my vagina turn warm again and my labia part as they swelled and wetted.

 

I started kissing Sharon and slathering my tongue in her mouth Sheila started probing me with her strap on dildo; it was bigger than Bob’s dick and bigger than anything I was ready for, but I still wanted it in me. I never saw it and don’t know where Sheila kept it, and didn’t care I was driven by my desire and theirs. I splayed my legs wider and arched my back to enable her easier access to my vagina. I began to tremble as the tip parted my labia, and I tensed as it pressed against my opening rolling my labia inward as it entered me. The tip felt pliable like a penis as it entered, Sheila gave it a little push the wide flared gland shaped tip slipped in. My whole vagina started aching as she worked it into me inward and back out then a little farther in.

 

My jaws ached as I salivated profusely, and Sharon swallowed every drop as it cascaded from my mouth into hers. Sheila had her dildo all the way inside me; I had never been penetrated so deeply before. It hurt and felt wonderful at the same time; I was being stretched by both its girth and reach. I yelled out as she started sliding its full length back and forth inside, and then just the tip popping it in and out quickly, taking fast short strokes. Sheila’s body started trembling the same time mine did, and my moans were lost to my gasping breaths as another orgasm swept across me.

 

Sheila started thrusting her dildo sporadically as she wrapped her arms around my waist, her hot breath rushed across my neck and I felt hot fluid gushing into my vaginal canal filling it and spilling out. I started gasping in panic as I realized that Sheila had put a real cock not a dildo into me, it was her cock. The shocking discovery was quickly lost by the exquisite feeling I had as she filled me with her hot sperm and the relief of having a real penis inside me. I imagined her vagina clearly in my mind there was no penis to be seen, just an open vagina, labia, and an erect clitoris; then I saw her panties pulled to the side and her bunched up sweatpants, they were concealing it. Sheila’s sperm was so hot as it flowed into me I surrendered to its pleasure and lay my head on Sharon’s breast. I felt that wonderful cock flexing inside me and then another flow of hot sperm would pool at its tip and ooze down the flaccid shaft and out slipping through my hairs and on to Sharon’s belly. I have never felt so much sperm inside me; my vagina was heavy with the thick pool. Sharon wrapped her fingers around it and started gently shaking it inside me. I felt it turn hard again, Sheila’s breath quickened, and she gripped my shoulders as she tensed and gasped and again she filled me with another flood of hot sperm. I heard Sharon’s hand splashing in it as she shook that cock, then Sheila went limp again.

 

We lay there for a long time I had to pee again Sharon and Sheila were tenderly kissing each other and me. Sheila’s dick was still inside me I could feel it turn hard and throb inside me then I felt it turn soft again. I did not want her penis to slip out, so I just lie there and let the pee trickle out. It felt strange to pee with a penis inside me, I could only make a small trickle but it still felt strangely good. Sharon was the first one to speak.

 

“You know this is Sheila’s most favorite thing to do, surprise another woman with her second organ.” Sharon explained with a sly smile beaming.

 

“I was certainly surprised; a little panicky at first when I realized what was happening and the pain from her huge member forcing its way into me.” I murmured as I nuzzled her ear.

 

“Yes she has a huge penis, the envy for any man, but you sure opened to it.” She whispered gaily.

 

“That cock pushed life back into my half-dead pussy and then the pleasure of all that hot sperm surging into me was overwhelming.” I sighed as I felt myself getting aroused again.

 

“I am going to pull out we have to get moving, ‘okay?’” Sheila said lazily.

 

“Yea I’m ready.” I acknowledged as I braced for her withdrawal. She was so gentle as she pulled, waiting for my muscles to relax each time but still when her flared gland popped out I thought my guts were falling out with her cock.

 

“You okay?” Sheila asked as she stood with her huge penis arching well beyond her or his, her belly.

 

“Oh yes…! I am fine…!” I gasped as I eyed the huge penis with amazement. As she rustled for her pants I begged, “Please let me look at you. Please let me look at your sexes.”

 

“Sure take a good look.” Sheila replied smiling as she laid back and opened her legs and handled her cock

.

My mouth gaped as I looked, to the right of her pelvic bone was a full sized penis but no scrotum, and to the left was a vagina with a small clitoris and labia, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to look like I was gawking,” I said adding, “My husband would be envious for your penis, but he still wouldn’t make it feel as good as you did.” I stood to put on my panties and as I spread my legs I felt more of Sheila’s sperm spill out, it was warm as it ran down my legs. Sharon started rubbing it all over my legs and buttocks; the smell of it was titillating.

 

Sharon knelt in front of Sheila and while milking her shaft she explained, “Sheila has everything but a cervix; her testicles are next to her ovaries, the spermatic cord and fallopian tubes are entwined and empty into her urethra. So sometimes when she cums both sperm and ovum are ejaculated. She doesn’t produce the enzyme needed for the sperm to enter the ovum so she can’t get herself pregnant, but she can get you pregnant, she is very potent, and as you found out very virile.”

 

“I haven’t ovulated in months, I think my body knows not to.” I assured and asked, “Even though the surprise is done do you think we might have another threesome some time?”

 

Sheila answered, “I think we might work something out. What do you think Sharon you want a three some with Renee?”

 

“I love to but only if she promises to cut the bastard off two weeks before hand.” Sharon replied then demanding, “I want her hungry.”

 

“Well that sounds reasonable. What do you say?” Sheila asked.

 

“Consider him cut off, and as fulfilling as you two were I will be starving by the time I get home.” I replied sharply. The three of us lazily walked back to our cars they were the only cars on the street. When we got there I said, “I don’t know what your schedule is like so call me and I handed Sheila my numbers and e-mail address. They each gave me a lingering kiss and hug, and then gave me their number and e-mail addresses, and we drove off in different directions.

 

 

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 "No I didn"t,honest" I say, "I know (hugging her) but he must have been cumming when I hollered,thats why he took so long to put his cock away" "He must have shot the rest on the ground. Lets go back up and have a look!" thats Jackie all over. So what did we do? Yes you"ve guessed it,grabbing a flash light,we walk the little way back up to where they were at it, sure enough after a second or to I focus the light on a large glob of spunk with a couple of smaller drops around it. I know we"d had some booze,but next thing Jackie was at it again. She coupied down and dipping her finger in the glob saying "Its all cold" she put the tip of her tongue to her finger, "and ever so salty,perhaps thats because its cold!" "I think not" I said,remembering what Ginny had told me at my seduction.

 I guessed what was coming next! "All those poor little swimmers must be dead now in this cold. I wonder what my baby would have looked like if you"d held off and let him squirt it in me?" I know this is crazy, but I also wondered and felt no animosity,it even gave me the horn again. Right out the blue Jackie grabbed my hardon. "You"re still hard!" No its you going on about his spunk making you pregnant. "Lets do it then,here now,she dragged me into the garage doorway and as she was pulling her skirt up,I pulled my beast out and pulled her knicker leg to one side to let him loose on her pussy. As beasty slipped around in her juicy slit I thumbed her clit while putting a finger inside to try and get the reaction Den got.

 Having no success,Jackie panting gasped "Fuck me,ram it up me for fucks sake quick" I really rammed it hard and as my cock hit home she gasped again,"Give me a baby Den,Den make a baby in me" Fuck,what a turn on. I rammed in and pulled right out of her,"Put it back,put it back in you bastard. I did hoping my beast had picked up any live residue of Dens sperm still on the outside of her quims creases or stuck to her knicker legs. (Mad? perhaps,but it done it for Jackie and me!) I done my best to shove any of his spunk into the neck of her womb,but they would have been seriously outnumbered by my army of sperms.No doubt about that,in fact Jackie said,"Where the fuck did you get all that from,its squelching through my knickers and dribbling down my thighs.It feels about twice as much as you usually give me!

 "Thats what you get when I"ve watched you getting fucked by another bloke,I can"t imagine how much I could give you if it had been two blokes" (Thump,thump on my arm) Ow! "He didn"t fuck me you bastard,it was only nearly" "Yeah but you said you would have" then again,"you thought it was Den not me fucking you,you said,Den give me a baby" "Did I? Oh sorry Rich" No more was mentioned,but in fainess by now,I often told her stories as we made love that included men of our aquaintance including Den and his randy old man amongst others. It really juiced her up when I told it in a rape scenario. It gave me clues to who she"d like to be fucked by as well,as I asked her off and on,who shall we get to rape you tonight? More about them later.

 We were going up to Ginny"s at the weekend as often we did. So having arrived Ginny made us welcome and we chatted away. Apparently Den should have been home by now from his old mans. Probably in the pub Ginny reckoned. I thought about this and concluded he might get a bit horny with Jackie. Who was I to worry? for at the moment I was sat in such a position that my full eyeball mark one had something altogether different to contend with. Jackie had commented on this before,but I had not even been looking for it till now.

 Jackie had observed and asked me if I had noticed Ginny always had her ass towards their open fire with the back of her skirt hiked up warming her cheeks while leaning against the top of the fireplace facial. On hearing her comment I cast my mind back to when I"d had any close dealings with Ginnys ass and remembered she did always have cold ass cheeks even when we slept together as kids in the bombing. Jackie reckoned it was an excuse to show me her cunt because she never had knickers on.

 On highlighting Ginny hated washing clothes,Jackie reckoned I could only have known a little thing like no knickers if I"d seen her naked cunt at other times,because knickers will swill out in a basin. (Oh shit I"d walked into it again) Quick counter required here. "Hark at you! you"ve seen her husbands cock" oops Jackie! "no you"re wrong,I"ve felt it not seen it!" "Yeah right against you cunt" oops again Jackie! "Yeah,alright,shut up about it,you and he made me do it anyway,anyway I dont mind if you want an ogle of your cousins cunt,I dont really,honest. Perhaps you"ll have even more spunk in you when we get back home like last time"

 This talk had been earlier on our own. So,I"m craftily looking at the back of Ginnys legs and ass and because she"s curved a bit like a bow I can see some pubes at the side of her pussy lips that was slightly pouting out below her cheeks. My beast was letting me know by hardening while bent double while my heart beat in my chest like a tattoo. This was all because it was a sneaky viewing. I knew Ginny got turned on by the chance of getting caught and every sinue in me was twanging as I wanted to risk a touch.

 Then Ginny spotted Den through the window and went to go let him in,but leant back again as Jackie said I"ll go I"m nearer,as she disappeared through the interior door I took my opportunity and pressed the edge of my fingers into her slit and quickly slid them up and down in the juice of her pussy. She gave me a sexy pursed lips look and as my fingers passed her hole she pushed on them enough to let me know I"d touched it.

 I quickly eased up in the chair to straighten my cock before it snapped. Ginny grinned at that,just as Jackie and Den appeared back in the lounge. They had been a little long only to open the door, Jackie looked a bit heated,Den commented,took my coat and shoes off. I"d had liked to smell or taste his fingers at that moment. I had swiftly taken my hand out of Ginnys slit as the door swung. It was also obvious Den had, had a few beers,so he was sure to make another move on Jackie.

 It happened quite suddenly. Jackie said I need to get a drink of water,Den said,I"ll have a pee while you"re doing that and in fainess he did do that,but as Jackie reappeared with a cup of water,Den right behind her must have poked his finger in her ass crack in turn Jackie jerked and spilt some of the water on her tit and it dripped down to a thigh. Piss head mis-calculated the moment and rubbed Jackies tit following down to her thigh where his hand went well into her cunt groove. Jackie veered away,glanced at Ginny and in an instant wacked Den a beaut straight round the chops. In that instant of timed distraction I put my finger up Ginnys hole but was left with my finger wet and no pussy on it.

 Ginny had shot out the blocks at Den and with unbelievable accuracy had Den by the bollocks and uttering "Leave her alone you bastard,sorry Jackie he"s always like this when he"s had to much" By this time Dens balls are on their way to the floor with his brains following. Yelping as Ginny hung on,"Rather he than me!" "Go on! Fuck off abed you oath" Bloody hell,women together are awsome, me thinks. There had been an instant of temper shown towards Jackie by Den as Jackie clocked him.But through the fog of alcohol enough brain reminded him he wanted to fuck her,so it dispersed even quicker than it showed...

 I didn"t get up to Ginny while Den was doing those nights but a bit later I got to the bottom of what it was all about. Ginny told me when we were alone Den had put Ross in the club,a quick marriage had been arranged with her bloke (That should be interesting as her bloke was a thick set tall large built man with very dark hair and Den was even fairer than me and rather slightly built) Anyway,Ginny was pissed in a way about this but true to form she reacted in her normal tit for tat daring way.

 She reckoned she was inclined not to give Den much pussy because she said, "everytime he touches his flys near me I"m pregnant" Smart assing at the wrong time really I said,"By the look of it,when ever he touches his flys near any woman they are made pregnant,Jackie isn"t" In almost a serious voice she said "you"ll know if he gets her" she went on "You"re going to make me pregnant again" I am? (Mad women stuff,No pussy for Den,now make me pregnant) "Yeah starting now,do what we did before,he"ll be here in a bit and as he comes along the lane and put his bike in the shed I want you to shoot your spunk up me so he actually sees me smiling as you make me pregnant. Fuck me thats fucking risky! "Innit don"t you just love that" I must admit it did have an appeal. "Yeah but you probably wont click with a one off" "Course not but we"re not talking one off. I"m talking what it takes"

 "I might even fuck his father just for good measure" "If you do let me watch" "You"re a dirty bastard" "So are you" "I know,I bet your Jackie is as well.Is she?" "You know that already,I"ve told you a lot what we get up too like I promised for that seduction you gave me" "Will you tell me when my horny husband gets her?" How do I answer that one? I dont! By this time I"ve got her naked below the waist but her skirt is upwards for a quick cover up when Den have unknowingly seen his wife being fucked by me.

 Even the talk had made us both sticky but I mouthed her pussy some and she let me feel for her "G" spot, fuck I found it she gushed and shook in an orgasm. Coming down from the thrill she said "My bastard husband touches that spongy soft bit,perhaps thats why I get pregnant" "We"ll find out now" pushing her against her kitchen sink, I slipped my beast up to the top of her cunt. As I fucked I noted she had a net on the bottom part of the window which just let her see over,but because I had my legs bent to get under and up her I was hidden from sight as I pounded away at her soaking pussy,

 She started to go into an orgasm gripping onto the sink very tightly and grunting at my every thrust. I was not so quick as usual,I guess because of the fact Den would actually see her looking at him as I cum in his wife. Then I overcame this because this is what I wanted of Jackie with him. I shot my load on thinking of this and glued a baby to her womb I hoped.

 He"s not here yet! "I know that was the starter" Still going hammer and tongs at each other, "He"s coming" a giggle as I say "So am I" "and me" uuuh! oooh! phew! "He"s smiling now,whip it out and get up stairs to the toilet" Fuck,what a buss as I head for their upstairs toilet to wipe my cock some spunk dripped onto their stairs. "Dicky"s up stairs having a leak,want a coffee?" as if nothing had just happened. "I was just doing one for us,he"s just got here" Down I come. "I was passing,just popped in on my way" I said.

 Thats all for now.

 

Mary had had a strict Catholic upbringing. As a child, she had grown up in the tied cottages of Enniskillen, third daughter to her Guinness loving Father and sixth child of her god-fearing mother. They never had much of anything. The money her Da’ earned provided a meagre diet and just about kept a roof over their heads, although it leaked as did the second hand shoes, she and her siblings wore.

 

Mary somehow survived the afflictions that ravaged the population of Ireland and, apart from the inevitable tape worn and head lice, the skinny body grew into adulthood.

 

The transition from child to adolescence wasn’t without trauma. Mary had little in the way of formal education, only attending the Nuns charity classes at irregular intervals. Her knowledge of bodily functions, menstruation or anything at all to do with the mechanics of sex was sketchy, gleaned only from dirty photographs that did the rounds and innuendous conversations that alluded to the function of sex.

 

When her first period happened, she thought that her time was up, that God was punishing her for some misdemeanour. She thought she was going to die. It was a sister that noticed and tried to give her a quick biology lesson. Mary would rather have died than admit to her mother that she had a problem.

 

Approaching her seventeenth birthday, Mary visited her eldest sister in the Mercy Hospital after she had given birth to her third child. Teresa was only a year and a half older than Mary, but had developed a worldly knowledge of things carnal at an early age. She was cursed with good looks and found she liked the attention of the opposite sex. They may have been sisters, but there was a world of difference between them.

 

Mary had not inherited the striking eyes and hair, but looked dowdy, with mousy hair and a non-descript figure. It appealed to Tom, a porter at the hospital. Mary and Tom were married in a few months. All she had succeeded to do was replace her stern and often inebriated father with Tom who was also often inebriated and beat her for the smallest things.

 

The beatings were never too harsh, a few bruises perhaps and once, a broken wrist when she had fallen, trying to protect her unborn child by instinctively putting out her hand and falling on top of it from the recoil of his slap. She fervently believed that God was still punishing her and would come up with any amount of sins to justify the harsh treatment. She must have deserved it, she reasoned, otherwise, why would it happen?

 

By the time Eileen was six, Tom had gone, taken off with a woman from out of town. Last Mary heard, he was heading towards England. Stoically, she found fault with herself and raised the shutters in her mind. Her energies were spent entirely on Eileen and the child’s welfare.

 

They lived in the council flat that was a breading ground for cockroaches and every manner of ailment that a close community can engender. Mary worked part time, filling shelves at the supermarket and earned what few pence more she could, taking in laundry. Eileen was clean, her clothes were always clean and she gained an education of sorts at the local comprehensive. They were only separated once, shortly before Tom left, never to return. Mary suffered an miscarried pregnancy that resulted in the need for her ovaries to be removed. Mary blamed herself for the problem and thought that Tom had every right to leave as he did.

 

They managed to survive reasonably happily. Eileen grew into a striking young lady and then a beautiful teenager who found work and tried to ease the burden on her mother with a few pounds from her small wage.

 

But it all changed one day, it was this that the priest had listened to, hardly daring to breathe while it poured out from this woman he had known since his childhood.

 

Mary didn’t get to go on the supermarket checkouts too often because of her lack of schooling. Although the automatic reader totalled up the balance and electronically told her how much she should take and what change she should give, Mary still struggled to count the right money and often made mistakes. This day however, that was to change her life irrevocably. Mary was sat of once at the express lane for baskets only.

 

She glanced at the customer, noticing only that he was male and his shopping was for one. He was unremarkable she processed his goods through the scanner, packed then into a carrier bag as she went. Took his money and offered the change. She would have instantly gone on to the next customer, but a rich vibrato voice informed her she had made a mistake and the hand that belonged to the voice was trying to return some coins that she had given. Mary began to fluster as she always did in these circumstances and in her panic, couldn’t find the key to open the cash drawer.

 

Eventually, she fought for control of her senses and thanked him for his honesty while shutting the errant drawer. That was it really. Mary sat at the till for the rest of the day. Her unflattering light blue uniform covering her, with her hair savagely pulled back in a tight bun, unremarkable in her self and mostly unnoticeable to any observer.

 

Mary had taken to allowing herself the luxury of a coffee latte on her way home. It was perhaps, the only luxury she did have. Her usual table was empty and her conversation with the serving girl was restricted to her request for the foamy beverage. Mary revelled in her private thoughts and was oblivious of the rest of the world as it went about its business.

 

“Mind if I join you.” There was something familiar about the rich tenor of the voice, but Mary merely nodded her consent and didn’t look up.

 

“Looks like rain again.” He remarked causally, “I don’t know when summer is going to start do you?”

 

Mary looked up at the direct question and shook her head. She had never learned the niceties of conversation and preferred to stay quiet.

 

“Ah! I almost didn’t recognise you. You’re the girl at the checkout aren’t you?” His smile creased his eyes and deepened the azure quality of the blue.

 

Mary blushed furiously, remembering him now and then associating him with her error.

 

“I…I’m sorry for the mistake.” Her tremulous voice was barely audible over the hubbub of the coffee shop and nervously, she wrung her hands in her lap below the level of the table and beyond his sight. Her own eyes remained downcast and she wished that the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

 

Ah! No worries.” He said easily, “We all make them don’t we?” She caught the movement of his hands as he used them to emphasise his words. She flinched, thinking he was about to strike her, he noticed the involuntary spasm. He dropped his hands so they lay flat on the table and consciously kept them there.

 

“I didn’t get you name.”

 

“Mary.”

 

“Well hello Mary, it is a pleasure to meet you.” She looked up sharply to see if he was making fun of her with condescension, but she met a pair of smiling eyes that, although creased with a smile, were not cruel in anyway. Her flush of anxiety was becoming one of something else and she started to fluster again.

 

“Where does Mary come from I wonder?” His question could have been taken in a mocking sense, but his smile told otherwise. “And I wonder what Mary is like away from the Supermarket?”

 

“I’m sure I don’t know.” She answered and then continued, “I have to go now.”

 

“Ah! Now that is a shame so it is. Wouldn’t you stay for another and keep a lone man company?” He indicated her half empty coffee cup as he asked the question.

 

Mary was mortified. Her total experience of men talking to her was her father, usually angry; her husband, also angry and usually drunk; her priest and the doctor, but him, only when she absolutely had to go. The Manager at the supermarket rarely said more than one or two words and that was it for verbal contact with the male of the species. She rushed from the table, colliding with the next in her haste to get away and leaving behind, a carrier bag with that night’s dinner and a bemused man who wondered what on earth had gotten into the woman.

 

That night, as she lay in her bed, covered from head to toe in a flannelette nightgown and blankets pulled up to her chin, Mary dreamed. She dreamed of this stranger and in a completely naïve innocence, dreamt of his holding her in his arms, warm and protective. Sex was not part of her subconscious; it was an event that had happened on a few occasions when Tom stank of Guinness or whiskey. It had resulted in her lovely daughter and the removal of her ability to have children. Sex had never been a joyous explosion of feelings and nerve jangling climaxes. Sex was a sordid and shameful subject, only to be done to create a child. That was why Tom was right to leave. She couldn’t give him children. It was all her fault.

 

“Hail Mary Mother of god…….”. Even in her sleep, Mary was completely subjugate to her religion and fervently believed herself to be the most loathsome woman ever to have disgraced his garden.

 

But, a seed of doubt had been sown. Someone had taken enough interest in her to talk.

 

They saw each other once or twice over the next few days. He bought her a coffee and she returned the compliment the very next time. Their conversation was more than a little stinted. Mary couldn’t find the ways to articulate, unused to describing herself or her life, believing them to be uninteresting. She would rather have sat there, listening to him tell her of his travels around the world as a sailor in the Merchant Navy. Whole vistas of unimaginable scenes flowed around her mind as his narrative enticed and lured her out of her mundane and urban life to the tropics and the Far East.

 

Mary found herself looking critically in her bedroom mirror and realised that she was nothing at all to look at. Her clothing, although clean, was not fashionable in any century she knew of. She threw her blouse, skirt and underwear to the floor in disgust and then, hesitantly, looked critically at her naked body for the first time in her life.

 

Looking back at her was a slightly built woman, obviously approaching her forties, but had not been ruined by constant childbirth. Her hair, always a constant source of annoyance, was still pulled back and tightly wound into her normal bun. Mary pulled the pins and allowed her hair to cascade; pleased with the way it fell to below her shoulder blades and waved in natural curves. The mousy colour had deepened into a chestnut that had a rich lustre about it. She could hardly believe that it was her hair and was amazed at its length and vibrancy of colour. The only time it was unwound was when she washed it. Then, while wet, it appeared to be black and lank.

 

She skipped her face, not wanting to be too critical in her appraisal and looked at her breasts, noticing for the first time in her life, that the left one was slightly smaller than the right, but not too noticeable. Her bra size had remained the same since her wedding, 34 B cup. It was a good size she thought.

 

Her stomach was still quite firm and flat. You had to really look hard to see any stretch marks. She noticed a dark brown mole on her left hip.

 

Mary’s pubic area had a lush growth of hair, darker than her head that formed an almost perfect triangle, with slightly curved sides. She spent little time admiring that part of her body, but travelled to her legs. They were good legs by any one’s reckoning. The skin was flawless and almost transparent in whiteness. Her musculature was clearly visible beneath the taut covering. Only a few hairs grew below her knee. Mary hated her feet. It was one of those irrational hatreds women have of their anatomy. With Mary, it was her feet.

 

All in all though, not a bad package she thought. She turned this way and that, trying to see what her behind looked like and marvelled in the swish of her hair as she turned and twisted.

 

Then Mary asked herself out loud to the reflection looking back at her. Why am I standing here admiring myself? What am I looking at? She didn’t know the answer to either question and in her naivety, she was not aware that she was in preparation for a sexual encounter and was merely checking out the validity of what she was offering.

 

She looked at her legs again, remembering the only time she had worn a short skirt. She had only got to the foot of the stairs when her father screamed at her and tore the clothes from her back, repeating over and over as he beat her. Ye harlot ye, I’ll learn yeah, ye harlot and Jezebel.  It took Mary several years more to find out what a harlot was and who Jezebel was supposed to be. That was one thing she never forgave her father for. The beatings she thought she deserved, but never to be called anything like that.

 

Mary dressed in her usual black or dark brown shapeless dress and cinched it together with a plastic belt effectively hiding any allure she might have had. But, she left her hair down.

 

A few days later, she met him again. Her confidence grew in exponential increments with every encounter. She was still to talk about herself and still did not know his name.

 

“Mary…” He had a way of saying her name that made it sound like the most beautiful word in the language. “Mary, I have sat here and told you al about me and not once have I asked you anything about you. Are you married? Where do you live? Do you have brothers, sisters anything or anything and everything?”

 

“You might have told me so much about you, but you never have told me your name.”

 

“Oh Bejayzus!” He threw his hands up and almost fell over backwards off the stools they were sitting on. Mary smiled at his actions and blushed at his profanity of the Lord’s name.

 

“So I haven’t. It’s Michael, Michael Donnelly and very pleased it is to be meeting witch yeah.” He lapsed into an Irish drogue that sounded peculiar from an Irishman and had Mary laughing fit to bust before she realised the spectacle she was making of herself and quickly brought herself under control.

 

“Ah Mary, Mary, that is a grand smile you be having there, ‘tis a shame to be hiding it.” His eyes danced in merriment and Mary felt her heart lurch.

 

Somehow, they sat there for an hour while she told him of her life to this point. He listened and made no comments while she spoke, just the occasional shake of his head, as if in disbelief. Mary talked and talked until she realised the time.

 

“Oh Mercy!” She wailed through her fingers as they covered her mouth in shock. Eileen will be after killing me or ringing the hospitals. I have to go home. She jumped up, spilling an empty coffee cup as her thigh caught the edge of the table. She grabbed her bags and was on the point of flight.

 

“I’ll drive you.” He said it simply, but in a voice that was not about to take no for an answer.

 

“I..I Couldn’t.”  She protested weakly, but it was already settled as he relieved her of her bags and guided her to the exit and his car waiting in the parking zone.

 

She directed him and observed the casual ease with which he negotiated the evening traffic. She also took the opportunity to appraise his form, features and body.

 

She guessed him to be a few years older than her. His years at sea had ingrained lines into his face, but wasn’t detrimental to the whole aspect. His black hair was swept back off his forehead was in need of cutting and flicked up at the nape of his neck.

 

His open necked sport shirt showed his torso to be quite well built, certainly not He Man, but well proportioned and powerful. His slacks gave nothing away, but were neatly pressed and clean. Mary liked his teeth. They had whiteness to them and uniformity rarely seen. She also liked his mouth; the expressive quirks and full lips did things to her imagination.

Mary noticed her curtains twitch as she and Michael ascended the stone stairs to her front door. He carried the bags and then left her with a cheery wave and a private smile that passed between them.

 

Eileen fairly gushed as her mother shut the door in an obvious reflective state of mind. Demanding to know whom the Hunk, as she put it, was and where did she know him from. Mary fended off the inquisition and prepared dinner in a distracted vortex of mangled thought.

 

She found herself preening, something she had never done before, but there she was, in front of the mirror, preening and primping her hair.

 

They continued to meet at the coffee shop. Daily, easily chatting and talking, getting to know each other until, one particular Friday. This Friday was different because Michael asked her out.

 

“Perhaps we could go to the pictures, dancing or how about a meal?” He asked; Mary accepted with out hesitation, but then the doubts crowded in.

 

What would she wear? How did you go on a date? She began to panic again and left hurriedly to the safe domain of the flat. Eileen proved to be invaluable, calming and then knowledgeable. Secretly, she was thrilled for her mother and pulled out all the stops. Although Mary couldn’t really afford it, they went clothes shopping, a first of many firsts to come. Mary ceded to Eileen’s dress sense and at the end of the wearying excursion, had to admit that her purchases looked fantastic.

 

Just before the appointed time of Michael picking her up; Mary cast an appreciative glance and twirl over her ensemble. She would never in here life, have picked out pastel colours, but had to agree that the subtle shades and fineness of the materials accentuated her figure and highlighted her hair. Another first was the introduction of makeup. Mary had never once worn anything on her face apart from a bruise. Eileen had once again, worked a magic that even Mary had to admit, was perfect.

 

Michael arrived punctually and waited in the living room while Mary touched up and preened with Eileen in attendance. Then, together they entered the living room and faced Him, One young girl presenting her prodigy for inspection, the other a middle-aged woman who was feeling very young and more nervous than she had ever been in her life. This was it, a first step on a path that she could have no idea of its destination.

 

Michael smiled that winning smile that lit his eyes as he turned from the mantelpiece.

 

“OH! I must be in the wrong house, I thought Mary lived here, but I must be wrong.” His teasing pleased Eileen and produced a playful punch from her to his arm.

 

“Mary, you look stunning.” The simplicity of his comment and the sincerity with which it was delivered went straight to her heart. If she wasn’t in love before with this man, she was now and she liked the feeling.  “Shall we go?” He offered his arm and they left to go to the movies.

 

Mary couldn’t remember the film; the actors or the plot, so wrapped in the attentions of Michael was she, that any peripheral stimulation was ignored. The film finished and they filed out into the cool night air. It must have rained, but she didn’t notice. They had a drink in a local bar and then decided to go home to Mary’s flat for a coffee.

 

They climbed the stone steps and Mary fished around in her purse for the keys. Eventually, she found them and began to unlock the door. Michael grasped her lightly, but firmly enough to turn her around to face him. Instinctively, she lifted her eyes to see what he intended and realised that he was going to kiss her.

 

It was a tender brush of lips, the first act of passion she had ever had and a moment that burned into her memory for always.

 

“I have wanted to do that for a long time Mary.” Michael breathed into her ear as he gently held her in his arms. Then he kissed her again, parting his lips, Mary responded and felt his tongue run across her teeth. Her knees very nearly gave way as her heart raced and thumped in her breast.

 

She had to break it off in case she feinted and turned to open the door.

 

“Goodnight Mary. Thank you for the evening.”  He was turning to go, but Mary almost squeaked her plea for him to come in for the promised coffee.

 

She put the kettle on the gas ring and scooted Eileen out who was lurking in the kitchen, eager to hear all that had happened on the night out. Tactfully, she withdrew to her bedroom when she learned that Michael was sitting in the front room.

 

After the coffee, they sat silently side by side on the settee, contemplating what was next. They had shared a first kiss, for Mary, her first real kiss. She didn’t know what came next because sex had only been for the procreation of children or the gratification of her husband.

 

Michael took her hand in his and twisted towards her. He could see the confusion running across her face like print on a page. She looked like a stricken mouse at the mercy of a cat.

 

“Mary, I would love to make love to you, but, knowing what has gone before, would prefer wait if that is what you want. I think you are an absolutely fantastic woman, so beautiful and I am falling in love with you and don’t want to spoil anything between us.”

 

Mary silently rose from the settee and wordlessly dragged him to the door and then up to her bedroom. It looked to be a confident action, but was far from confident. She thought she would stop breathing and couldn’t swallow her heart that felt like a lump in her throat. She couldn’t have spoken, even if she had known what to say.

 

He quietly closed the bedroom door and stood face to face beside the bed and kissed her again, gently on her lips with her face between his hands. He could feel her heart tripping against his chest and the trembling of her nerve wracked body. He took things slowly, kissing and licking her lips while he stroked the small of her back in a soothing massage. Gradually, she settled down and controlled her breathing.

 

His next move raised her heart rate again until it was almost painful. His fingers found the first button of her blouse and pried it through the buttonhole, then, the next down was undone revealing the tops of her heaving breasts.

 

He kissed her throat and neck, all the time massaging her lower back and manipulating the next button down and the next until the blouse fell open. Her new white bra was all that was between his hand and her untouched flesh. Somehow, the massage was keeping her upright; her knees had long since given up the unequal struggle of supporting her.

 

She heard rather than felt the zipper of her new skirt undo and the lined skirt fell in a halo around her ankles. Her semi-nakedness felt right, but she couldn’t help the self-conscious trepidation, would he like what he saw? She needn’t have worried, because Michael’s jaw almost dropped open before he gathered his wits enough to exclaim.

 

“Mary, you are beautiful. My god, but you are beautiful.”

 

He took his shirt off, baring his broad chest and muscular arms; they lay together on the bed.

 

After a short, but unhurried while, they lay, holding each other naked, face-to-face and side-by-side. He kissed her and Mary kissed him back. Her hands explored his skin, traversed his chest and held him close in an embrace of love. She could feel his cock, hardened, pressing against her lower abdomen and knew she wanted him inside her, wanted to feel the strength of his manhood spreading her from the inside. She wanted his seed and wanted his love.

 

His gentle hands felt her breast, slowly circulating her nipple, causing it to pucker and harden under his palm. She caught her breath and cried out a little as she mini-orgasmed. His lips found her nipples and drew the hard nub into his mouth and suckled. She grasped the back of his head and forced his face down in her desperation to feel the intense pleasure his ministrations were causing.

 

His fingers played her skin, tracing curves and following the contours of her body sending shivers across her body in tidal waves of mounting pressure that needed a release. Her own questing hands, found his buttocks and grasped in a strong grip, pulling his body into hers as if they would meld into one flesh.

 

He found her mons and gently pulled her hairs in a teasing circular winding around his fingers. It was almost too much for her; she arched her back and then thrust her hips upward. His kisses followed the trail his fingers had traced until his warm breath wafted over her pubic hair in a susurration of heated breeze.

 

He kissed her mound and flicked his tongue over her rapidly hardening clit. It had never been touched before in anything like an erotic manner. The explosion in her brain was electric and a gasp tore from her throat.

 

They made love in an unhurried way. He made everything he did a special event. His first thrust into her soaked pussy was a slow delivery of his muscle in an exploratory incision to prepare her for the next slow thrust. She felt every vein of his cock as it slid into her tight pussy and the slowness was an excruciating invasion of her inner self. Mary, who had never touched herself, believing it to be a sin and dirty, suddenly found a realm of feelings in her world that she had never before explored.

 

Unashamedly, she came and gushed her lubricant over his cock and hair while he pressed forwards again, burying himself into her. Instinctively, her knees came up and then wrapped around his waist, allowing him an uninterrupted entry to her very deepest parts.

 

In minute increments, he increased his pace, withdrawing almost all of the way and then pushing his powerful muscle into her waiting cunt. Imperceptively, he managed to increase his depth until his balls met the resistance of her upturned anus. He was as deep as his cock would go and he knew his own climax was not very far away.

 

“You are so beautiful,” He breathed into her ear and then, repeated it again and again, in time with his thrusting until, he exploded inside her. His teeth clenched and his hands drawn into tight fists as the spasms rocked him and her inner muscles milked his seed from him in a primeval hunger.

 

Sweat soaked, they lay enjoined and revelled in the act of love they had just shared. Mary clasped him to her breast, feeling the tiny receding shudders of his after shocks and spasms, thinking that she had never felt anything quite as beautiful as this moment; her lover still joined and twitching inside her, his seed seeping from her and trickling over her anus and her own heart pumping into a regulated rhythm.

 

Mary’s world had just expanded and she knew that this was her embarkation on a journey to some end, far in the future.

 

“I love you.” She told him needlessly. “I want to experience it all, explore the whole thing and please you. Help me in this Michael, please?

 

In her room, Eileen had listened to the actions of their lovemaking and rejoiced in her mother’s pleasure. Her own orgasm had come long before theirs and included the application of her best friend, as she called the big black vibrator she kept hidden in a shoe box under the bed.

 

The three slept in contentment, separate in their thoughts but joined in satiation.

 

Chapter two continues Mary’s sexual awakening.

Bless me Father for I have sinned….

Exploration

The change in Mary was remarkable and eminently noticeable. From being the shy diminutive figure, frightened of her own shadow and scared stiff of conflict and confrontation, she had become a confident and assertive woman. She faced the daily challenge of her limited education and overcame her painful lack of social graces. She had a voice and an opinion and was quite prepared to use them.

 

A bi-product of her newly attained persona was interest from the opposite sex. In her job at the Supermarket, she often came into contact with members of the public and, instead of shrinking and wilting before their questioning eyes; she looked up and faced them as an equal. Men, for some reason, find an assertive woman irresistible. Mary had the looks, which helped, but now, instead of hiding in a non-descript uniform, she openly advertised her body. Not in any overt way, but just by standing up and facing people with her chest and chin up.

 

Mary had also changed her hair style, allowing her luxuriant locks to flow and frame her face instead of being savagely pulled back and wound into a tight bun.

 

What had really changed in Mary though, beyond anything else, were her sense of self and an awareness of her sexuality. She exploited the situation mercilessly and was not beyond enticement to gain an advantage. Her Manager stood little chance when she asked for a raise. Somehow, inadvertently, a button or two had popped open just before she entered his office. Although she didn’t have large breasts, the well fitted wonder bra created a cleavage that he could hardly take his eyes from. It was her tits that scored the raise, and what’s more, she knew it.

 

She later told Michael and laughed as she described Mister Bingleys eyes almost popping out of his head as she leaned forward and almost had a popping out of her own.

 

She and Michael were now a very definite couple. Three months had passed during which, he had moved in and brought all of his better quality furniture and his companion Defor. Defor, not an original thought process to come up with Defor dog, was an adolescent Labrador who liked nothing more than resting before embarking on a prolonged rest period, followed by sleep. Mary’s remark that he should have been called cushion had Michael laughing too hard, ending up in a fit of coughing.

 

In the three months, Mary had learned of just about every possible position in which to make love. Given the limitations of their middle-aged bodies, they managed a fair proportion of the Karma-Sutra and even invented their own adaptations of the graphics.

 

Their lovemaking was sometimes frantic, tearing clothing off of bodies in desperation to get naked. Sometimes it was slow and careful, with caresses and tenderness. Other times, it was a more functional method of Mary learning techniques and what it was that got her engine running. They were not quite so choosey about location either. Whenever the fancy took, then the place seemed not to matter too much. Mary’s inhibitions had all evaporated after a few days of Michael’s passion.

 

Mary considered one of their sessions a little kinky though. He had visited her at work to share lunch. They ended up in the stock room with her sitting on a produce shelf while he fucked her into the dexion racking. Afterward, she pulled her briefs back up and had his semen collecting and drying in the gusset for the rest of the day. By the time he got home from work, she was so rampant that he didn’t even get the chance to put his keys on the hook, before she had stripped him and was sucking his juices out through his cock.

 

They had settled into a comfortable, although sexually charged, partnership. Each had no doubt of the others feelings and had no qualms in telling each other, just how much they loved. The whole world could know as far as they were concerned and anyone who knew them was under no uncertainties.

 

They had been watching a mildly erotic television play. The plot was about an older professor who was wrecking his marriage and career over a liaison with a student. Some of the scenes were quite graphic and included a scene of two men and the young student.  It sparked an interest in Mary, but she didn’t say anything until much later, just as Michael was shuddering his orgasm between her legs.

 

“I want to watch a porn film.” She announced. “I want to watch a porn film with sex, in all its forms. I want to experience the pleasure I know you get, from seeing films of sex.” She left the statement hanging in the heated air between them while Michael heaved his body off of her and lay panting from the recent exertion.

 

The air cooled as he laid next to her, thinking about what she had said. For once, he felt an uncertainty and wondered what kind of sleeping leviathan he had awoken. It was an exciting development, but he felt uncertain of her motives. It was a typical male ego trip, thinking pornography to be a singularly male trait. Mary telling him that she wanted to watch actors’ screw each other undermined his masculinity and also made him question whether he was enough for her.

 

Mary felt his trepidation, but allowed him to stew on it for a while as she enjoyed the feeling of his seed as it seeped from her body and pooled between her cheeks.

 

Their sex had been a revelation to Mary. For the first time in her life, she had discovered that it was a pleasurable experience and a wonderful way of expressing love. She gave her heart every time and was rewarded with his gratitude, consideration and love. Mary had found an outlet for pent up frustration, although she had no idea what it was she had missed until Michael turned up. Now, she positively anticipated his homecoming or the next chance they had to couple and mate.

 

There had to be more though. They had tried so many positions with varying amounts of success, but Michael was always the instigator of what they did and how. She loved the feeling of his tongue as it lapped her moistened sex and his sucking her clit into his mouth, drove her mad. But, it was always Michael giving her pleasure and her taking it. In a small way, it was a subjugation caused by her inexperience and naivety. She had had his cock in her mouth, but it was at his guidance and only as a prelude to sex. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his cock explode in her mouth. Mary knew that it was only his way of loving her and being gentle with her blossoming sexual repertoire.

 

One way to learn was to observe the professionals and the antics they got up to. Mary knew of pornography, although she had never seen any, but she knew of its existence and decided that it would be her passport to a sexual freedom and emancipation.

 

“Michael.” She began softly. “I love you with all my heart. Surely you must know this? But, I want to be able to do more and in learning, broaden our horizons. Porn films are merely a method of learning through visual stimulation. You have nothing to fear my love I will never do anything to spoil what we have.” She turned into his arms, and soon was sleeping the sleep of the satiated.

 

Several borrowed and rented films later, Mary had watched as many suck and fuck films, as she wanted. On many occasions, they experimented and learned even more about each other’s bodies. She found that she liked the taste of Michael in her mouth, but really got turned on when she sucked him until he was just about to cum, then take him from her mouth and rub him while she knelt facing him and frigged herself, until his seed spurted onto her waiting and willing tongue from as far away as possible without losing it. His reaction as she made a show of swallowing his fluids tipped her over the edge.

 

She also found that anal sex in limited amounts got her so hot that when he did eventually enter her vagina, her orgasm would flow over her in crashing waves and leave her almost bereft of will.

 

They had gone out and chosen a vibrator. A flesh coloured twisting cock that often joined Michael in her body. She especially liked it if he fucked her with it while she sucked his penis, imagining that she had two lovers. Once, they had tried it as a sandwich, the vibrator in her cunt while he fucked her arse. It was okay, but the pressure on the dividing membrane soon made it uncomfortable. She also used it on occasion when he was out at work while she was watching sex films on video.

 

The films fuelled her imagination. Instead of feeling revulsion as a woman sucked another in a lesbian clinch, she wondered what it would be like and felt what was becoming a familiar heat in her belly. She also wondered what it would be like to have two men at the same time one fucking her cunt while the other fucked her face. The idea of being tied and mock forced also intrigued her. Mary almost ached to have these experiences, but couldn’t be sure that Michael would allow it. Somehow, she was going to have to engineer an opportunity to broach the subject.

 

It came one day, from an unexpected angle. They had gone away for the weekend to visit his parents, leaving the flat to Eileen and her boyfriend. The weather was foul as they drove around the motorway and then the car sputtered to a halt with steam pouring out from under the bonnet. The rescue services towed them back to Enniskillen and pronounced the car ready for the scrap heap. Michael was heart broken; he had had the car since college days, but admitted that it probably was beyond its useful life.

 

Silently, they entered the flat and went to the kitchen to make tea. Mary heard Eileen sobbing in the front room her motherly concern was immediately aroused. She left Michael to the kettle and went to find out what was wrong.

 

Eileen was sitting on one of the settees, a pile of tissues around her drawn up legs. It was obvious that something had gone wrong with the boyfriend and he had gone.

 

Mary comforted Eileen, taking her into her arms and rocking the grief stricken girl. She glanced at the silent television and was mildly surprised to see that a porn film was playing on the VCR. She took no notice for a moment and comforted Eileen who was beginning to settle down.

 

Michael brought in three mugs of tea on a tray and set it down on the coffee table. Then he gasped as he spotted the scenes on the video. Mary, who looked to see what he was looking at, noticed his sharp intake of breath. In full view was Eileen with her boyfriend buried into her shaven cunt. It was obvious from the scenes that it had been shot in the room they now occupied. Then the digital Eileen sucked the quite large cock and deep throated him to orgasm.

 

Neither Michael nor Mary said anything or moved. They were stunned into watching the scene as it unfolded before them until Eileen realised their stillness and silence. Then she realised what had so transfixed them and rushed up to switch it off. They had seen enough to have nothing left to imagination.

 

“Um, where did you get the camera?” It was Mary that broke the spell. “Was that Martin on the film?” Keep it natural and calm, she thought to herself. Eileen was going to be embarrassed enough and it didn’t need any histrionics from her to make it worse.

 

Eileen told them how she had borrowed the camera from College. She and Martin had been dating for a few years and had been sexually active since her fifteenth year. At eighteen, she thought they would marry, but tonight’s revelation had destroyed that in a sword like cut. Martin had been selling copies of the film to his mates and had found someone else who was less of a slut to go out with.

 

“Mum, I ain’t a slut; Martin is the only man I have ever had sex with or even wanted, but he has killed that in one swipe. Making this film was his idea, had I known he was going to let his mates see it, I would never have agreed.”

 

She wailed again and collapsed into her mother’s arms while she sobbed.

 

When she had settled sometime later, they talked about her life and how she figured in their life.

 

“We love you baby and you belong here with us. Screw Martin.” The conversation drifted on until Mary said, in innocence.

 

“I wish we had done that with a camera. You looked so hot Baby and seeing you swallow him so deeply, just about tipped me over.”

 

“Really? You liked watching me on film?”

 

“You bet.” Mary felt the familiar heat in her loins and tried to control it.

 

Michael sat silently with his head twisting from side to side as the conversation passed from Mother to daughter. He looked like he was watching tennis and following the ball.

 

“Well, let’s all watch it then. Fuck it, everyone else has seen it, so why not us.” Eileen savagely hit the rewind button and then play.

 

The scenes on the screen showed that Eileen was something of a sexual athlete, getting into almost contortionist bends as Martins cock pounded into her shaved cunt.

 

“You keep it shaved?” Mary asked quietly

 

“Mmm yes, see?”

 

Mary looked at where her daughter had pulled up her skirt to reveal her naked mound. Without a second thought, Mary jumped up from beside her daughter on the settee and knelt on the floor between her slightly parted knees. Placing a hand on either leg, she pried open Eileen’s legs and clamped her mouth over the hairless clit, sucking it into her mouth as Michael did to her.

 

“Oh God.” Eileen gasped and shifted her self forward to allow a better access to her cunt. Mary’s tongue went to work, just as she had seen on the many films she had watched and how she like Michael to do to her. She pried open her daughters lips with two fingers and then pushed them inside, feeling the silken folds envelope her wriggling fingers in a hungry embrace.

 

It didn’t take long before she shot her amber cum straight into Mary’s mouth and then the aftershocks caused her to twitch in lessening spasms. She looked up and saw her Mothers lover, spell bound and transfixed by the scene. Eileen smiled at him as if it were her permission; he started to undress until he was naked with a raging hard on.

 

Mary shucked of her clothes and helped Eileen divest herself of her skirt, blouse and panties. The coffee table was shoved across the room to create space. Then, Mary lay on her back with her knees drawn up and parted. Her heart thumped as adrenalin coursed through her veins. At last, she would experience one of her fantasies, it mattered not one whit, that the other woman was her daughter. In fact, it was better to keep it in the family.

 

Michael knelt beside her and lifted her head, tilting it to one side so that she could get his raging cock in her mouth while Eileen nipped and suckled Mary’s Nipples.

 

A finger slapped wetly against Mary’s clit. Not painfully, but with enough force to make her jump from the sudden violation. In her involuntary jump, her mouth opened and Michael’s cock entered her throat, deeper than he had ever gone before. Then, a full slap hit her in the same place and sounded loudly in a wet resounding splat.

 

“I really like that. Do you?” Eileen was merciless in her slapping, each strike of her hand sending shock waves up to Mary’s neural receptors. Each strike forced Michael deeper into her, making breathing difficult until she regulated the filing of her throat and the desire to breath with the slap of Eileen’s hand. Her cunt was on fire, tingling and burning with desire and anticipation of the next blow.

 

Eileen shifted and planted a kiss on Mary’s fur covered mound. The touch of lips to her blood engorged and supersensitive lips was electric. She arched her back and then, in a reversal of movement, forced her hips upward to meet Eileen’s mouth.

 

Lips found Mary’s raging clit and sucked it into her mouth, flicking an expert tongue over the hardened nub of desire. A massive orgasm crashed through Mary, only to be quickly quelled with several fingers pushed forcefully into her vagina.  The fingers worked her, quickly finding her g spot and causing her to gasp around the base of Michael’s cock. She couldn’t keep him as deep and pulled her head back. He sensed her need for relief and gently laid her head to the carpeted floor.

 

Kneeling between her opened thighs, he pressed his cock head against her anal entrance while Eileen kissed her mothers mouth, forcing her tongue between the opened lips. He pressed forward and passed her sphincter and began to fuck her arse in a rocking motion. Eileen smacked her mother’s clit once more, which forced her hips up and Michael to delve deep into her tight passage. Their combined attentions had her cumming in waves of passion that seemed endless. She could take no more and began to collapse.

 

Michael withdrew from her and would have been content to wank his orgasm and spill his seed over her tits, but Eileen had other ideas. Her engaging mouth closed around his soiled head and then, dived onto his cock, burying him to the hilt in her warm mouth. He could not control his reaction and shot his load to the back of Eileen’s throat. She swallowed and smiled at him.

 

They slept together, wrapped in a tangle of arms and legs, replete in their excesses and united in shared love.

 

It was the first night of several over the next few months. They videoed one or two of their exploits for viewing when just relaxing.

 

Chapter Three will complete Mary’s emancipation.

Bless me Father for I have sinned….

Fulfilment. The end of a journey.

 

In the months since Michael had moved in, Defor had grown from an adolescent puppy into a fully-grown tub of lard. His liking for doing nothing at all and then sleeping like he had run a marathon after, was taking a toll on his weight. Labrador’s are not noted for there boundless energy, being more like a mobile fur rug most of the time, but Defor was a prize couch potato.

 

The weight gain was beginning to cause some concern. Breathing for the dog had become laboured where fat restricted the ability to expand his chest properly and so, put pressure on his lungs.

 

The Vet was adamant that Defor had to go on a diet, but not only that, an exercise regime to get some of the excess fat off of his frame and perhaps, prolong his life.

 

It fell to Mary to take the pooch out in the evenings. His food changed from the usual tinned processed fatty mush, to dry protein and fibre mix, tripe and cereal foodstuffs. At first, he turned his nose away and refused to eat the stuff, but when hunger eventually over rode his distaste, he managed to woof it down and even tried to boost some more. Mary’s resolve didn’t waver one bit. She measured out the correct amount and not an ounce more.

 

At first, their walks just took in the local park, just a gentle stroll around the grassed area. It took less than twenty minutes, but as his weight dropped, so his energy levels increased and they went further, wondering over into the wooded section at the back of the park.

 

Defor must have privately liked his owners girlfriend, even though she was half starving him and dragging him around this insane track. He must have liked her because he nearly chewed a would be attacker to death one day.

 

The scruffily dressed guy jumped out of the bushes and grabbed Mary. She screamed and started to struggle and flail at him. Defor, who was quite some distance off, heard the commotion and came running to investigate. The scene that he saw as he rounded a tree was of his mistress struggling with a stranger who was trying his best to rip her fur off. She was alpha female as far as he was concerned and, in a primeval regression towards instinct and the pack creed, he attacked the stranger.

 

Clothing and the guy’s blood flew before he ran away screaming blue murder. He would be nursing several deep cuts to his arms and legs. At least one was serious enough to need medical attention.

 

Mary hugged Defor in relief and thankfulness for his timely intervention. She sat on the damp grass, holding the dog, crying while her adrenalin leached away and the shivers stopped. In those moments together, alone in the park, Defor and Mary formed a bond that, up to now had only been a casual acceptance of each other.

 

Gradually, Mary calmed down and gathered her wits together, giving Defor a final hug, before returning to their home. Mary told Michael what had happened and how Defor had come to her rescue. The police found nothing and it lapsed into history, but the bond between Mary and the dog deepened until one crucial day. Mary was recovering from a bout of flu, which had kept her at home for a week; she had overcome the worst effects a few days earlier.

 

Feeling much better and very horny, Mary was reviewing some of the old videos they had made of sessions with Michael, Eileen and herself. She hadn’t looked at them for some time and was really getting into the scenes running before her on the screen.

 

Almost absent mindedly, she had pulled her panties to one side and had a finger rubbing her clit. She was hot and extremely wet, but an orgasm was some way off. Her mind was completely intent on the erotic scenes. She didn’t notice that Defor had come into the room and was watching her with his head cocked to one side.

 

The video came to an end with a scene, where Michael pulled out of her pussy having shot a load inside her. It was a close up of his semen, leaking out between her swollen lips, to run over her hooded clit and drip, drop by drop into Eileen’s mouth and then into her throat. Mary believed it to be one of the hottest closing scenes they had ever made. It was enough to tip her over the edge and, in a determined effort, she manipulated her clit with one hand, tweaking the throbbing bud, while pushing three fingers of her other hand into her soaked pussy. Her orgasm was building fast and breath became a ragged gasp in an effort to increase the oxygen in her blood stream. Suddenly, a cold nose had joined her fingers and then, a hot tongue lashed across her lips and clit in a long single swipe.

 

Shock registered in Mary’s already enhanced and heightened senses. Her immediate reaction was to clamp her legs shut and jump backwards into the settee. Defor remained exactly where he stood, wagging his tail and licking his muzzle. His dark eyebrows where raised in a comically quizzical expression as if he was thinking, damn! That tasted good, what was it?

 

His expression had Mary laughing when she realised what had joined her fingers. She grasped his ears in a playful wrestle and told him he was a naughty dog. Defor’s eyebrows only raised slightly more, further exasperating Mary. In fits of giggles, she collapsed in a heap on the floor while Defor stood over her perplexed by her actions.

 

He did what any subservient dog would do and licked Mary’s cheek. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him in a tight embrace. He licked her again and then licked her open mouth, his tongue passing between her lips and teeth in an act of complete trust and devotion.

 

Mary however, was instantly galvanised into a bout of elevated sexual tension and eroticism. She imagined what it would look like, her on her back with her clothing in disarray and a dogs tongue stuck down her throat. She gently sucked his broad tongue and returned the gesture, running her tongue over his canine teeth and flicking the side of his tongue. His breath smelled sweet and was hot. Breathless, she had to stop, needing cool air for a moment to revive a little and pulled away from his mouth.

 

“Did you like the taste of Mary, Defor?” His ears perked up at the sound of his name and he wagged his tail a little.

 

“Want to have another go?” Mary had overcome the initial shock and in the millisecond it takes to recognise and assess a situation, Mary had decided that she enjoyed the memory of Defor’s tongue on her exposed cunt and very much wanted it there again for an extended period.

 

She raised her hips and pulled her skirt up over her stomach, revealing her panty covered, but otherwise shaved mons. Her fingers pulled the wet, delicate fabric to one side so that the thin gusset rested in the fold of her inner thigh and pussy lip. She patted her soaking lips, encouraging the dog to approach and use his tongue again. Defor didn’t respond at first, just stood over her, wagging his tail. Then, as if teasing her, he lowered his nose slowly and sniffed her excretions before flicking out his tongue in an experimental taste.

 

Mary’s legs flew apart as if thrown by an unseen assailant. Her lips parted, exposing her sex to the dogs questing tongue. Defor stepped over her out stretched leg so that he was between her raised knees. The change of position allowed him access to her sweet smelling inner self and the centre of her pheromone producing attraction. He crouched a little and rewarded her with a long, languid rasp of his tongue that started at her anus and finished past her exposed clit.

 

The effect was surprising to both of them. To Mary, it was like a bolt of electricity, which caused her to scream suddenly. Defor jumped back in a fluid motion, skittish from her outburst and frightened he was about to be hit.

 

“Again my lover.” She demanded. Mary patted her sex again and resolved to control her reactions. It took a few minutes before the dog plucked up the courage to return to her. His olfactory senses picking up her pheromone charged scent and overcoming his reluctance. He licked her again, this time Mary managed to only gasp as his magic worked almost instantaneously.

 

Defor settled into a comfortable crouch and applied his tongue and nose, enjoying the heat and taste of his mistress. Mary was by now, thrashing her head from side to side with her hands drawn into fists that pounded the floor while orgasm, after mounting orgasm, rippled through her nervous system and adding to her impending, crashing ejaculation.

 

Her cum hit Defor squarely in his nose, making him sneeze. It gave Mary a brief respite and time to collect her scrambled wits. She sat, leaning back on straight arms, her palms flat on the carpeted floor. The woman and the dog regarded each other in a long stare, neither able to read the others thoughts, but both sharing an excitement, neither had experienced before. It was a moment in which so much is promised; information passes between the partners and a moment when, an unspoken understanding is forged. It was a frozen tableau in time, of complete unification and realisation of each other’s intent.

 

“Oh Defor, that was fantastic.” Mary’s words were unintelligible to the dog, but he picked up the cadence of her voice and knew he had pleased her. Being a dog, he thought to please her some more, but Mary pushed him away, waiting to get her self under control and her heart to return to a more normal level. She petted him and stroked the shivering dog.

 

“What’s the matter?” She asked him, noticing his state of excitement. She ran her hands over his shoulders in a soothing massage without much effect. Then the notion to give him some of what he had her struck Mary. Carefully, so that she didn’t spook him, her hands travelled towards his cock in circular rubbing motions. He seemed to enjoy the sensation and even accepted her light grasp of his sheathed penis when she eventually reached it.

 

Mary gently stroked his cock through the sheath and was rewarded with the sight of his tip poking out, soon to be followed by the whole purple veined organ. His size came as a bit of a surprise to Mary. She had never really looked at him before. Something like eight inches was now protruding from the furry sheath, much thicker than Michael and finishing in a chisel shaped point.

 

Mary spat saliva onto her fingers and slowly stroked his throbbing tool. In a short space of time, Defor was bucking his hips as if fucking a bitch. Precum seeped from the sharp tip and lubricated Mary’s fingers, helping him to slide easily through her encircling fingers.

 

The urge to taste him crashed into her mind in an explosion of possibilities and ideas. With little forethought, She sucked his tip between her lips and then as much of him as she could into her mouth. Defor thrust suddenly from the warmth of her mouth and nearly choked her as the pointed end forced its way into her throat. She controlled his wild stabs by grasping him in her hand and preventing him from going too deep.

 

His higher temperature felt like it was burning her tongue and then a stream of precum almost scalded her tender taste buds. This was going to take some practice she reasoned and took him out of her mouth.

 

Her mind worked frantically, visualising possibilities and scenarios. They all led to one final conclusion and Mary thought to herself, Why not?

 

She turned over and crouched with her elbows on the floor while kneeling in the classic doggie position. It seemed that Defor didn’t know quite what to do with this new situation until she patted her cheeks and called to him, encouraging him to mount her.

 

He eventually got the gist of her motions and jumped on her back. His raging cock quested for an opening and his thrust made him miss her cunt by some margin, passing between the cleft of her arse. It took Mary a few attempts to grasp him and then guide his cock to its intended target.

 

There was nothing gentle about his entry into her body. His forepaws grasped her waist and he buried his cock into her in a single thrust, banging against her cervix and forcing the neck of her womb open. Her juices helped his forced entry, but could hardly prepare her for the depth of his thrust. She gasped and almost fell forward from the force and sudden pain. They had passed the point of no return though and Defor began the mating dance with his bitch.

 

He fucked her in a rapid blur of movement, each pelvic thrust merging with the next in a continuous assault of her body and in an effort to impregnate her. His cock expanded inside her, making contact and friction with the walls of her cunt until she felt a new sensation in the amalgam of sensory overload. His knot had grown and was banging against her lips, forcing its way into her body. Defor gave a huge shove while grasping her even tighter in his embrace.

 

Their combined lubricants eased his passage into her and his already engorged knot found its target, passing her outer muscles and becoming embedded inside.  Defor’s stroke became less frantic and shorter in length while his knot grew and expanded, locking them together.

 

Mary was now past the point of caring, her shattering orgasms had wracked her body into accepting him with ease. She had cum, splashing her amber nectar on the floor and over the dog’s genitals, soaking both. She was ready to be mated and was getting desperate to feel him spray her with his seed.

 

Defor’s feet left the floor as they finalised the act of locking and tying with her. They scrabbled for purchase until, in a white-hot stream of dog cum; he shot his load deep inside her, filling her womb with puppy making seed.

 

She felt every blast as it hit the walls of her insides. At last, she had what her body craved and the realisation blew her away.

 

They were still locked arse to arse and tied when Michael came home from work. Mary was kneeling on the floor, her head hanging, hair limp and dank from sweat, covering her face and a look of triumph in her eyes.

 

“Fucking hell Mary, that looks so fucking sexy.” Was all that Michael said. He sat and watched as the dogs cum, leaked from her around his knot. Eventually, they separated and Mary collapsed into a boneless heap.

 

She took a day or two to get over the soreness, but when she did, Michael fucked her all over the flat until she cried for clemency. Punished enough, he suggested that she do it again with Defor, but this time with him watching through a viewfinder on the camcorder.

 

It was a few days later, after her second session with Defor that Mary entered the confessional.

 

“Bless me Father for I have sinned.” She said aloud and told the priest of her adventure and emancipation, thinking as she told her tale, and I fucking loved every minute and cannot wait to see what happens next.

 

She left the dusty confessional booth, not waiting to her what penitence should be. She left the dark, former seat of her previous controlling influence to the Priest and to the echoes of her story, triumphant in her extraordinary transition to the woman she had become.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Which brings me back to where I was earlier.

 Had I missed the rest of this customers smutty tale? apparently not, she had been in a couple of time but the shop was full. The last time I'd appeared, just as she was going commenting, "I haven't forgot, I'll catch you later" to my aunt. I was at this time getting more bold with my aunt because of our happenings I suppose. So I said when the shop emptied "I hope I don't miss the end of her tale" Aunt replied, "Don't worry if you do,I've been telling Ginny the dirty details, much better than those books she has her head in all the time" Yeah, I interspersed, but me? She went on, "I'll make sure you're there when I tell her the rest if you miss out" WOW! she's treating me even more adult. I'll definately tell her those happening me and Ben watched, that's sure to make her knickers wet!

 Meanwhile I'd spotted that a public swimming pool was just down the bottom of the hill and being a very keen swimmer, this was like manna from heaven for me. Ben wasn't into swimming so I had to go it alone. Not a problem! nearly every night I was down the baths for awhile. It was at one of these sessions one girl in particular came to my attention. Course in those days only one piece swimming costumes existed for women and they had to wear a rubber cap over their hair. These costumes were invariably made of a smooth black material. This young woman about my age (As it transpired she was a bit younger than me) had two mates in tow, a pair of twins as it happened. One of these was very cheeky. No not that type of cheeky! (Lippy but funny) Off and on I'd seen them in our shop, but never spoken or anything. If they were in when I appeared they scurried out PDQ. The age thing.

 So I'd observed that in the swimming mode they came out the changing booth dived or jumped straight in the pool over conscious of their developing sexual charms no doubt. The one that drew my attention was very developed, about a thirty six inch bust and an hourglass bust,waist,hips. No puppy fat but substantial. In crude farmer terms. A good breeder! When in the water they didn't swim just horsed around and as I thought, girl giggled. But, (I was to find out many years later what really was going on) But right now a perk appeared quite unexpectedly, all three were jumping up and down going right under and shooting up, then as the big booby one came up one of her tits popped out with a lovely firm nipple un-be-knowing she came up a couple more times before the twins managed to get her attention and she rather red facedly put it back in. I wasn't the only one to notice though. When they went back in the changing booth to leave, I noted the male pool attendant managed to poke his head into their booth (Nice work if you can get it) at about a well timed nakedness I wouldn't be surprised. Course only female attendants would cover the women's booths but sometimes there were overlaps for whatever reasons. These booths were pool side by the way. women one side and men on the other. As a keen observer of people it also didn't miss my eye that women and men tended to get out in greater numbers when the opposite sexed attendants were covering their area. Me included, well I'd always been brought up to share everthing.

 One particular female attendant (I bet she was fifty) always seemed to pick on my booth to have a peak so I got to getting a half hardon hoping in anticipation and quite often she lingueringly peeped commenting usually "Don't be to long mind,customers are waiting" Having spent time swimming and being watched by big boobies and her twin escorts, surprisingly the young side tended to come out in me with my peers unlike when in the company of familiar mature adults. (Funny that?) Being observed by them I changed from swimming up and down the baths to swimming breadths across a good move as it happened. Going to and fro I gradually was moving more in line to where they were sat on the side of the pool, the twins dangling their feet in the water, but sat in between them the booby one had her feet on the side rail. This rails level ment her knees were up level with her chest and about a foot apart. Breast stroking towards them, as I got nearer I realised her costume was tightly into her pussy crack, not only that, she had a serious amount of pussy hairs outside at her leg holes. Fuck me! that was the first time I'd ever got a hardon in what amounted to cold water. I don't know what my mother thought of the state of my sheets either after these happenings. No tissues then.

 While enjoying what I was seeing and because they were near the deep end I had to be careful of the blokes diving off the least high board that happened to be on the girls side of the pool, also at this time a lot of blokes had suddenly become more interested in diving than swimming and all swam to the steps nearest where the three sat. One in particular, a bold headed bloke about 45 made no bones about it swimming straight up near to them and leering staight at them. When he done this a couple of times I noticed the twins put there legs up as well. Then oddly the cheeky one got in the water, mucked about a bit and climbed back up to her perch. I'd been resting on the other side but the bold bloke continued to dive and leer then he stopped in front of them for a bit each time. I thought perhaps he knew them because they giggled and nudged each other. Being curious by this time I went back to swimming then as I approached I saw what had got his greater attention. Cheeky twin had her costume to one side and her pussy was completely exposed without a pubic hair in sight. Intentional? at this time I had no idea, but for me it was greatly appreciated intentional or not and I'm sure the bold bloke appreciated his ogle as well. Needless to say we all got out just after the girls did.

 From then on these three used to sit on boobies house front doorstep and they whistled when I went by. Being fair,I blushed always and this led to much giggling. (Strength in numbers eh!) they were flirting and I din't even realise I was so nieve. It dawned on me that my sexual hormones was playing tricks. On the one hand I had now become my aunty's and Ginny's plaything (A toyboy in today's parlance) and I loved it. While remaining the shy selfconsious youth that most teenagers were amongst their peers. I also loved that.

 I'd gone over grandad's at the weekend fully intending to give Ginny the feed back of any happenings as I'd promised in exchange for her seducing me. But as it happened, the plan changed dramatically. Aunt was there and it was her suggestion I come this weekend. We were sat together as usual and my aunt got me to get nearer like a conspiracy group. Then the news... Ginny indeed was pregnant and they were both well chuffed, probably for different reasons though. Anyway I'm fearfully riveted for what's coming next, did Ginny tell her I'd stuck my cock up her and shot spunk into her? or that grandad done the same? Not a bit, she knew no doubt. She'd even given advise to Ginny on how to play it when sex starved. No, this was far more dramatic, out it came staggering me at my young age. She said, Ginny knows from her first pregnancy that we follow what our family has always done. Except your mother and she had a real bad birth having you. Ginny knows she must keep the unborn baby well fed.

 Fuck me these nutty women, they've lost me again with this talk. I knew the cord done that and said so. No not that sort of feeding boy. The feeding a woman needs to have an easier birth. "WHAT" I say completely bemused. "Just listen" says aunt. Ginny will be three parts gone by the time Den comes on leave again, so in the meantime I've told her to let you feed her as much cock as she desires to keep her passage open and supple. I've also told her to leave some for me. Don't panic,I know you got her and I told her I got you first, none of that matters we've done a share and share alike on your grandad since gran had her stroke. Stops him going anywhere else and its like a bit of a bonus to us.

 With you its all free and we both hope you can give us any stories as you develop your lust and love life. Fucking hell, where is this heaven? The next thing Ross will get horny if she's anything like her mother and sister. I shall finish up as thin as a Tom Cat on the razzle. What a weekend, I drifted off down the back to see grandad, wondering when I'm going into action, low and behold  I hear someone in the outside loo having a whizz, next thing the door swings open displaying Ross with her panties round her ankles one hand holding her dress up to her chest and a completely hairless pussy,belly and hips right before my eyes. I stare speechless and note the outer lips of her pussy are quiet puffy and mature. "Get me a new loo roll please" bold as you like (No pun intended) I still stood looking, "Now please,I need to dap myself dry. I'll stay like this if you're quick" I was and she did. Cellar here I come, sorry baby juice, its the wall for you. Having shot in no time at all I realised Ross had followed and been watching me wank. She had a grin like a cheshire cat. Fuck! I was beaming like a red seachlight 

 Next part:  I get the customers story and see something that surprised me years later, plus some other tid-bits.