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I never had a

ChristyCr23 on Sex Stories

 It was about a week before my 16th birthday. I was up late- finishing homework and watching TV in my room. About 1am I ran downstairs to get something to drink. "Hey," I said to Mark as I reached the end of the stairs. Mark was my mother's fiance'. He was hardly ever there late because my mom, a registered nurse at a local hospital, tried to work the graveyard shift as much as possible to make extra cash.

 Mark was 43 years old. He coached football and girls volleyball at the highschool. About 5'11 and weighing in at around 190, he kept himself in decent shape. Dark hair and big dark brown eyes that were focused anywhere but on my face. I kinda laughed when I realized what he

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was looking at: my outfit, or lack of one. I was wearing a thin white fitted Old Navy tank and a pair of black bikini panties. Even at 15 I had a body to be proud of: 34C breast, 28 inch waist, and hips measuring at 33. My long brown hair was tied in a messy ponytail. I looked down and realized you could see directly through my shirt.

 "Sorry," I said as he busted me allowing him to stare, "I didn't know you were here." "Yea," he replied with a devilish grin, " the AC is out at my house. I called your mom to see if I could stay here... thought you were asleep." I continued into the kitchen and reached up into the cabinet for a glass. I could see his reflection in the glass- his eyes were glued to my ass, obviously interested. It was totally turning me on. I finished fixing my water and turned to him.

"Want another beer?" I asked. He was about three quarters the way done with the bottle in his hand. "Huh? Oh... yeah, sure."

I bent over a little more than needed to get the beer, giving him a good view of my ass and I even squatted a little so he may have caught a glimpse of my shaven pussy. I stood up from the fridge and walked over the the sofa handing him the beer.

"Whatcha watchin?" I asked as I sat down next to him. I sat my water on the coffee table and he killed the first beer. "Nothing's on this late but infomercials. I was just trying to relax, bad day." "What happened?" I asked innocently laying my hand on his thigh and leaning into him. He laughed and put his arm around me. "Nothing you'd be interested in Hayleigh" I rubbed his leg slowly easing my way upward and inward. He looked down at me playfully, obviously getting turned on, and asked, "What are you doing?" "Just helping you relax. Why? Do you want me to stop?" "Well, no," he stammered, "I like it.. but you're 15.. this just can't hap.." He trailed off as my hand found his semi hard cock. I looked into his eyes and asked, "Are you gotta let it stop you?"

With that he put his hand on my ponytail and pulled my hair loose. My long dark brown hair fell to my shoulders. I sat up and leaned away from him as his lips danced on my neck. I continued to massage his cock even harder through the thin pajama pants he had on. "Damn, baby," I whispered, "I've never fucked a cock this big." He pulled it out of the waistband of his pants. "You gotta let that stop you?" he grinned. With that I got up on my knees and staddled his lap. One of his hands grabbed my right ass cheek and I lifted my shirt over my head. My round, firm tits bounced in his face as they fell from my shirt. I pulled Mark's hair forcing his head back against the back of the sofa and kissed him- our tounges met for the first time, kissing deep.

I stood up and turned away from him. He grabbed my hips, pulled me towards him and kissed the small of my exposed back. I pulled my panties from my hips and bent over placing them on the ground. I turned around- completely naked. He stood up and began undressing himself. I sat back on the couch. One leg bent against the back of the sofa, the other foot on the floor. I took a sip of my water, placed it back on the coffee table, and lay back to watch him undress.

 He pulled down the pajama pants.. He really did have the biggest cock I'd ever seen. At least 8" and a good bit thicker than usual. I'd been fucking since I was 13 but I had never been with a guy over 16 years old. The shaven lips on my spread pussy glistened from my own juices already flowing.

 He lay down next to me on his side and started kissing me again. His cock rested on my leg with the occasional twitch. He grabbed one of my breast and began sucking the nipple lightly. I arched my back and grabbed my other nipple, pulling and rubbing it. He continued kissing and suckling but his hand rubbed down my stomach and his finger found my pussy. I moaned softly as he slowly fingered my clit. "Christy," he looked up from my breast, hand still working my clit, "are you sure?" I kissed him once again to reassure him there was nothing I wanted more.

With that he pulled my legs up to my chest and knelt in front of me between my feet. He looked down at my dripping cunt. He slowly bent down, still holding my feet in the air, and began licking and kissing my inner thigh. He licked my ass cheeks and made his way all the way up my pussy lips. "No-one has ever eaten my pussy, " I whimpered and he quickly began licking my slit. Up and down I felt his tounge lapping up my juices. I put my hands on his head and gripped onto his hair. I had never felt something so good in my life. He dove into my pussy- plunging his tounge in and out of my hole and sucking my clit as hard as he could.. Sounds were coming out of me I didn't know I could make. I grabbed and pulled on my nipples while grinding against his mouth. He started fingering my pussy and then started to lick my asshole. His fingers then found my ass and he stuck one finger in while kissing my clit again.

I pulled his head up from my bottom by his hair, looked deep in his eyes and said, "Fuck me." He grinned, face soaked with a mixture of saliva and pussy juice. He let go of my legs and crawled up my body. Stopping to kiss each nipple one more time. He kissed my lips and again our tounges whirled around each other. I could taste my own pussy on his mouth. I felt his cock rub against my clit and I reached down to guide him into my pussy. I was so wet the head of it slid in with very little pressure. It hurt a little and my eyes watered as I felt my pussy stretch to take more of him. He noticed, stopped and whispered, "I'm sorry- but I can't stop," and plunged every inch of himself into my pussy as hard as he could.

 I grabbed the skin on his back and wrapped my legs around him. He pounded his dick in me and slowly pulled it out then shoved it back in so hard I'd gasp each time. At this point he didn't care if he hurt me. He steadied his pace, still fucking me hard. My tits were bouncing all over the place. He pulled my legs to his shoulders and knelt while fucking me... watching me enjoy him. In and out he pumped his cock.

I pulled him back down to me, kissed his neck and whispered, "I'm almost there." "Me too," he whispered back . He plunged his cock as deep as he could and I erupted into orgasm. My back arched and I dug my nails into his back. His cock exploded and he lay all his weight on top of me, slowly still pumping his cock in and out of me. He kissed me again and slowly pulled his half hard cock out of me.

He sat up and grabbed the second beer and laid back against the arm of the couch. I lay there, completely exposed in front of him for a minute, stuck my finger in my pussy and tasted the juice off my finger. He smirked and took a swig of his beer. I grabbed my tank off the floor and wiped my pussy.

I lay down the opposite way with my head resting on his naked sweaty leg. His wet cock was still oozing so I took it gently and licked the head clean. He laughed. "You're one hot little slut Christy." I took my shirt and wiped his cock and balls clean. I stood up, grabbed my panties off the floor and got my glass off the coffee table and began walking naked towards the stairs.

"Where you going?" he asked. "I gotta finish my homework. All I came down here for was a glass of water." "Chris-" he called up to me, "your mother can never know about this." I laughed "So don't tell her Mark- goodnight" "Goodnight." I looked back down at him laying back buck naked on the couch. His limp dick resting on his stomache. "Thanks daddy," I said. He grinned, "Anytime, baby girl. Anytime at all."

Welcome Home

mrpleazeu on Sex Stories

Welcome Home

I can remember that day like it was yesterday when I came home from a business trip to Paris. It was a long flight coming back home, for there were several stops which made me very restless. Once I arrived home my wife greeted me at the door but I knew she could tell I wasn’t my old self. "Did you have a good trip?," she asked. "It was ok" I replied, just the flight back home was kind of long, and I’m just really tired. So she gave me a hug and we headed over to the couch and sat down. I removed my shoes and threw my feet up on the table. She was sitting right next to me so I threw my arms around her and she rested her head on my chest. She began telling me how much she missed me and how lonely she was at nights, and how she thought a

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bout me as she pleasured herself, waiting for me to come back home. We laughed about it and I told her how good it felt to be back home, and she replied she knows something that would feel much better, so I asked what might that be. So she began unzipping my pants and reached inside of my boxers and pulled out my dick. She began stroking it, and massaging it until it began growing harder. And then she took her tongue and began circling the head of it real slowly, sending shivers throughout my body. Without any further hesitation she lowered her mouth onto my dick and began taking all of me inside her mouth. Up and down real slowly she began moving her mouth over my dick, making me moan with pleasure. I can’t even begin to describe how good it felt to have my hard dick inside of her warm mouth.

She continued sucking on my dick but now she was going a little faster, and faster, making my balls tingle as she just continued sucking. By this time I had already slid my hands down her back and proceeded to lift her skirt. Once her skirt was up I began massaging her soft ass which seemed to really turn her on. And then I slid my hand inside her panty and began playing with her pussy. I tickled her clit and tickled her pussy lips, making her moan as I slowly let one of my finger slip inside her pussy. Pushing my finger in and out of her made her wet as her juices began flowing down my finger and into the palm of my hand. She was so wet that my finger was just slipping in and out of her, exploring the inside of her warm wet pussy.

After awhile we got up off the couch and removed all of our clothing. She sat down on the couch and lifted her legs into the air as I got down on the floor in front her and began sliding my tongue all over her clit and all over her pussy lips. Teasing her as she moaned and begged me to continue. So I put my mouth over her clit and began sucking on it and pulling on it, and letting my tongue slide faster and faster over her clit. As I was doing so she had one hand resting on my head trying to pull me in closer to her and the other hand playing with her hard nipples. I removed my mouth from her clit and began teasing her pussy lips, letting my tongue slide all over and between them, making her so wet that all her sweet juices began flowing into my mouth. I was so ready to be inside of her and I can tell she wanted me inside of her, so without hesitating I removed my mouth from her pussy and pulled her closer to me letting her legs rest on my shoulders. I grabbed my big hard dick and slid it back and forth over her pussy, teasing her clit and lips before I slowly began sliding it inside of her.

A little at a time I began pushing my dick inside of her. Putting the head of it in and then slowly, real slowly pushing the rest of me inside of her. With all of me inside of her I began stroking in and out real slow as I leaned forward and began kissing her and sucking on her hard nipples. Her pussy was so warm and so wet, and it felt so good sliding my dick in and out of her that I felt as if I was about to explode inside of her. I continued pounding my dick in and out of her pussy as she reached down between us and began playing with her clit, a sight that made me harder and made me fuck her harder, and harder, and harder.

After awhile I pulled out of her and she got up and got on her knees, bending over so that I could see her nice wet pink pussy from behind. But it wasn’t inside of her pussy she wanted me to put my big hard dick. She looked back at me and told me she wanted me to put it in her ass, and I did. I grabbed her around her waist and real slowly began pushing my dick inside of her ass. She moaned a little and I stopped but she told me to put all of it in, so I began pushing, and pushing, until all of my dick was buried inside of her ass. I began fucking her real slow at first and then my strokes got faster and harder and before long I was pounding my dick in and out of her ass and she was enjoying every minute of it. She encouraged me, telling me to fuck her harder and faster, and that it felt good to have my big hard dick inside her ass. My dick was growing harder inside of her ass with every stroke and as I looked down I could see how wet her pussy was, for all her juices was flowing out of her pussy and down her thighs. I pulled out of her ass and pushed my dick inside her wet pussy and immediately began pounding her pussy faster and faster. I could feel I was about to explode and alarmed her that I was ready to blow, and she begged me to release all my cum all over her ass. So I continued fucking her at a fast pace until I could no longer hold it. I pulled out of her and released all my warm sticky cum all over her soft ass, and it felt so good. After releasing all of my cum onto her ass I just let my dick rest on her ass for awhile and then she reached back and grabbed it and began massaging it, and before I knew it I was hard again. So she turned around and sat up on the couch, and with me standing in front of her she took me into her mouth and began sucking on my dick once again. Her sucking and tongue teasing my dick made me so hard that I felt as if I was gonna explode inside of her mouth, but instead she pulled away and told me to sit down on the couch. She got up and then turned with her back facing me, grabbed my dick firmly and slowly lowered herself onto it and began bouncing up and down, real slow and then a little faster, and harder, and faster. And while she was bouncing up and down on my dick I was spanking her soft ass making it jiggle, which made her bounce faster. She continued bouncing and after awhile she began breathing heavily and rested her body against mine and told me she was cummin. I began whispering in her ear telling her how bad I want for her to cum on my dick and how I wanna feel all her warm cum hit my dick. She began moaning heavily and her moaning turned me on to the point that I was ready to cum once again. About a minute passed and she began gripping the back of my head and streaming that she was cummin. and within seconds I felt her warm, sweet cum hit my dick. It felt so good that within seconds my cum began flowing once again, so I got her to lift up some and as she did I could see all her cum all over my dick. I began stroking my dick really fast and she told me she wanted me to cum in her mouth. So she turned around and put her mouth over my dick as I continued stroking my hard dick. Within seconds I shot all my cum into her warm waiting mouth. She finished sucking every drop of cum from my dick and happily swallowed it all.

Stranger Danger

Tanitha on Sex Stories

The bar was crowded, cigarette smoke swirling everywhere, as I stepped down into the basement-floor lobby, my heels clicking on the stone steps. I was asked to come over for a drink or two, so I shrugged off my long black leather coat and handed it to the bouncer, grabbing my purse and glancing over to the tables and the shadowed niches. I caught guys taking long looks at me, smiling softly to myself as congratulations on the outfit. After all, black and clingy skirts were so my style, and the lace-trimmed black long-sleeved top had ample cleavage to show off my D-cup bosom, the push-up bra working to hold in what it could. Topped with sheer stay-ups and leather boots with moderate heels, I was feeling good about how I looked that night.

As physical reference, I'm about 5' 7'' t
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all with an ample, but right way curvy body type, long red hair that goes down to the middle of my back in waves, pale skin and eyes that change from grey to green with mood and lighting. I've been told that something about my mouth makes one think of mischief, and that I have a feline way of moving - graceful and languid. I'm not the most picture-perfect Grecian beauty, but I have features that are unmatched, and exciting in their characteristic charm - charm that has affected more men than I'm willing to admit in public.

Kim waved at me with a pint, so I made my way through to his corner-table, swaying my hips absent-mindedly as I walked, then taking a seat in front of my friend. Time passed in the usual, animated conversation while moderately downing drinks until someone stopped and slapped sandy-blond, lean-muscled Kim on the shoulder, making him flit his long hair as he turned to look.

"Mic, long time no see! How're you doing, man?", he exclaimed and pulled up a seat by his side for the stranger to sit in.

As the guy sat down I had a very good, discreet look at him, widening my eyes in surprise. What my eyes met was a long mass of black, careless-styled hair with red streaks in it, then a shadowed face with solid, masculine features, glinting eyes and a sly smile. I let my eyes travel downwards to take in a well-built body in black jeans, black t-shirt and a dark grey hoodie with a zipper, left open because it was hot inside the bar. This stranger had piercings - on his brow, his ears and his lower lip. There was an aura about him that made me feel weak at the knees, a kind of primal, challenging sizzle in the air. Our eyes met - and I gave my most sensuous face, small smile with a nod of greeting as our gazes remained locked together for a longest of times.

"Evening... haven't met you before, I'd have remembered.."

The voice was low and quiet, filled with the same charisma as all of him. I nodded and made a casual, confident reply as we moved to introductions. Kim told me he'd studied with Mic sometime earlier, and they'd went for a drink more often than he could count. All in all, I got the impression that he was implying I'd get well along with this mate of his, which I seconded in my mind as we quietly flirted with our body language over drinks. And when my friend rose to leave, I excused myself for having had a rough day and wanting to stay later, just for the relaxing and the drinks that were getting to my head in the best way. Kim shrugged and said he'd catch me later, and told us to have a good time. I had to resist the urge to smirk at that comment, as I turned to talk with Mic, the Stranger Danger as I had named him for myself. As one can expect, our discussions turned to flirtatious, and when I reached out my hand to scratch his bare arm with my long, hard fingernails I could see that I had found a man to my taste and liking when his gaze clouded over and body shifted in the chair. I heard him mutter something along the lines "don't do that again or I'll take you up on that offer.." - but I didn't care if he would, so I kept teasing him all the rest of the time we spent at the bar. We didn't stay long... he offered to make me a cup of coffee at his place, and some music we both agreed upon.

I left, side by side with this handsome guy, feeling giddy and turned on. Oh, I was hoping I would soon have him show me how much his taste matched mine on a more sexual level. I could feel him make subtle passes at me on the way, sliding his hand over my back to the side while going up the stairs, walking just close enough to let his hip brush against my swaying curve, flashing a look at me that promised more than I had bet on. By the time we got to his apartment and he handed me that cup of coffee, I was mentally crossing and uncrossing my legs in turn. I turned to look at him after a sip of the coffee, and as he sat on the edge of the sofa I felt myself go up in flames. In a matter of seconds we were lip-locked to each other, tongues twirling and dancing together as I was pulled into his lap. Those nimble hands were all over me, brushing over my nipples through the shirt and bra, crawling down my sides to my buttocks, rubbing my thigh until I gave him more space by parting my legs... it was heated, it was almost animalistic in intensity. We were nothing but a male and female of our species, intent on the reproductive thrill and endorphin-high. I was intent on driving him mad with licks, nips, soft bites over skin that rippled with reaction. I knew that our coupling would be fast, but oh so good!

First time he took me that night was on that sofa, having shed my clothing as I nimbly returned the favour, and when his tongue lapped against my shaven pussy I was going out of my head with the need to feel him in me, the push and retreat of his cock, bigger than I had seen in my life, with ropy veins along its shaft and a fat, purple-red head that was leaking out a bead of pearly precum. I was anxious, and when his tongue-teasing of my clit and pussy became almost too good for me to bear, I begged for him to fuck me. Mic raised his head, without a word scooting up along my body and slowly pushing himself in to the hilt in one stroke. I was so wet I could take him easily, moaning out low as my hips pushed against him, eager to get more in me. I could feel him shiver as he just halted for a few seconds, feeling my tight, wet walls stretch around him.

"God... you're tight... incredible"

Soon he was working his cock in a steady rhythm, going deep with every thrust and making me gasp and moan deep in my throat. Mic was just the way I wanted - good sense of rhythm and he didn't just move in and out of me but also concentrated on my other erogenous zones, leaving little love-bites on my neck, bending to suckle on my hard nipple sending thrills through my body, or letting his hand graze me where and when I least expected. I was not shy of responding in kind, biting on his neck just to lick the tingling sensation into pleasure, letting my nails lightly scrape and scratch patterns upon his upper body, sliding my leg along his with my toes rubbing his instep. I was getting closer to orgasm, and fast.

"Ohh... fuck me... be rough, make me come for you..." I could hardly recognize my sultry, purrring voice saying dirty things to encourage him further.

"Mmmhh... good kitty... now let me feel your pussy purr for me...."

He was a perfect match for me, saying things that made my blood feel close to boiling point.

 When I felt the first shivers go through me, I bit softly on his shoulder and trembled, my nails scratching red marks on his back as my pussy clenched and pulsed around his lenght, milking his cum out into me. Mic groaned out low, like a growling sound, tensing up at the mixed pain and pleasure as he came, pumping every hot shot of cum deep into me, my juices flowing out to mix with what seemed to me loads of his. When we were both through and exhausted, I fell back to the cushions of the sofa with this hunk of a stranger collapsing on top of me, both our breaths heaving and our minds all a buzz of the afterglow.

We made love two times later that night, in his bed on the dark red sheets, and he brought me off to such orgasms I was sure I'd not think straight the next day. When I woke up the next morning to a kiss I knew that I'd want his number - and to see him again. As often as I could... Stranger danger, but what a delicious danger Mic was.

Kalsoom Likes cowgirl position

suhail8858 on Sex Stories

Kalsoom is a divorced woman whose husband left her, hoping to find someone sexier. That husband, besides being an asshole, was a stupid asshole because there are very few women sexier than Kalsoom. She has brown hair and devilish green eyes and, although only five feet tall, she is voluptuous, with big, firm breasts and big, sexy nipples. Kalsoom's ass is built for bouncing on a bed with a man's head or hips between her legs and she shaves her pussy, which makes it even more sensitive. Besides looking the part, she is one of the hottest women I know, and she usually cums four times when we get together. I know she uses her vibrator in between my visits to her, which is lucky for me because

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she would wear me out otherwise.

The most recent time I went to call on Kalsoom, she opened the door and closed and locked it behind me, then threw open her arms to greet me. Her bathrobe was thrown open also, showing off her very sexy body. With our first kiss, her tongue was in my mouth. "I'm really glad you could make it, Suhail.

I'm so horny that my vibrator doesn't do it for me." Having said this, she pulled me by the hand to her bedroom, shucking off her bathrobe along the way, and jumped into bed, lying totally naked, on her back with her arms and legs open to me. As I said, Kalsoom is a very hot woman who really enjoys making love.

I pulled off my shoes and joined her, otherwise fully dressed, and kissed her ripe, red mouth. Our tongues did the Tango together. I kissed her eyes and the pulse spots on her throat then took one of her succulent titties in either hand and started to lick the erect nipples. Kalsoom put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me up from her chest. "Suhail, I love what you are doing, and later on, I want you to do a lot of it but right now, it's my pussy that needs your mouth, especially my clit." Then she pushed me down her body to where her pussy was dripping, and already humping into the air in anticipation, and her clit was engorged.

Not to be denied my treat, I quickly licked the juices out of her pussy, then clamped my mouth firmly but gently on her clit. My tongue probed the top and sides of that precious love button and my lips sucked on the whole organ. "Oh, God!ooooooOh, God! Oh, God", and a few minutes later. "Oh, God!

Oh, God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"ohhhhhhhhhhh, Kalsoom's hands pressed on the back of my head, squashing my face tightly into her pussy and her thighs squeezed my temples. When I referred to Kalsoom's ass bouncing on the bed, I did not exaggerate. Her thighs imprisoned my head but her knees bent sharply and her feet were squarely on the bed. All her weight was on her head and shoulders and her feet, and her ass was all the way off the bed, while her pussy humped into my face. Kalsoom held my head in place with her hands and her thighs and I kept licking and sucking her clit while she continued cumming. When she climaxed, her hips spasmed and her back arched, pressing her pussy even more tightly against my face. Then she collapsed back on the bed and her hands and thighs released my head. I devoured all the fresh cum juices in her pussy and looked at Kalsoom's face.

Her face was smiling and she said, "I really needed that, Suhail, but I hope you are not through eating my pussy yet. I really need a lot more." Well, of course I was not through yet. If I had to stop this soon, I would feel cheated because I had hardly sucked on her delightful titties or licked her fragrant pussy or eaten her delicious pussy juices. My mouth was ready and eager for a lot more action before I would be through.

First, I got up off the bed and removed my clothing. Then I washed off my face, in keeping with sexual etiquette, and lay back beside Kalsoom and kissed her lips again. And again. And again. Our tongues didn't start connecting until the third kiss, and then she wrapped her arms around my head and held my mouth against hers, while our tongues renewed their acquaintance. Kalsoom let go of my head and I once again kissed the erogenous spots in her throat. Again, I held her succulent titties gently in either hand and licked the nipples. This time, Kalsoom didn't push me away, but rested her head back in the pillow and purred contentedly.

Sometimes my tongue just flicks the nipples but Kalsoom's were so big and firm that I painted them with broad back and forth strokes of my tongue, first one then the other, then back again, I thoroughly covered both of her adorable nipples. Kalsoom lay back, smiling and purring. Flicking is good too, though, and I flicked one of her nipples with my tongue, then sucked the luscious globe into my mouth. I sucked on it and licked the nipple with my tongue and traced the lovely areola. I turned my attentions to its gorgeous twin and sucked on it the same way, my lips forming a seal so I could enjoy the soft texture of Kalsoom's skin and the harder feel of her nipple. I looked at her pussy and it was squirming on the bed and I could smell the fragrant juices lubricating her pussy, so I knew it was time to move lower. We both like it when I suck and lick on Kalsoom's titties but we like it a lot more when I suck and lick on her pussy.

Usually, I put a pillow under the woman's ass because that presents her pussy better to my mouth, and makes eating it easier and more comfortable, but Kalsoom had been in such a hurry before, I hadn't done it. I did it now, then knelt between her upraised legs, put my shoulders against her thighs and leaned forward to bury my face in her fragrant pussy and enjoy the aroma. I sucked all the delicious juices out of her precious love hole, then I squirmed my tongue in because I love the taste and feel of that delightful place on my tongue. When I took my tongue out, Kalsoom reached under herself, took hold of her asscheeks and spread them. The middle finger of my right hand, lubricated by my saliva, slipped into her ass and I fucked her ass with several slow strokes, pushing my entire finger in, and pulling it almost all the way out. Kalsoom's purring was louder as I buried my face again in her lovely pussy.

Kalsoom's whole pussy is sensitive and loves to be licked, especially since she had shaved it just before I arrived. The outer surface of one of her outer pussy lips was where I started licking her, even though this is usually the least sensitive part of a pussy. Starting from the bottom, right in her crotch, I licked the lip slowly, using broad strokes of my tongue and considerable pressure. The freshly shaven area felt good to my tongue and I'm glad there was no stubble. I licked one lip all the way to her mons, then started on the other lip. Kalsoom was purring contentedly but her pussy hadn't started humping yet. When I got to her mons the second time, I kissed it and sucked on it briefly. My middle finger continued slowly fucking Kalsoom's eager ass.

The inner surface of Kalsoom's outer pussy lips are much more sensitive than the outer surface so when I started licking there, beginning at her crotch, I used much less pressure. My tongue moved slowly, covering the entire area. The taste and feel of her smooth, moist pussy lip was a delight to my tongue, and I delighted in the feel of my finger in her ass. Lubricating juices were starting to be secreted by her vagina and they were a delight to my sense of smell and soon they would delight my taste buds also. Kalsoom's contented purring as I slowly and thoroughly ate her pussy was a delight to my ears. After I had licked the entire pussy lip all the way to her mons, I licked her there also and pulled my face away to gaze on Kalsoom's beautiful, smooth pussy as it humped into my face. That was a delight to my fifth sense.

After I had consumed all the fresh juices, I delighted both of us by giving the same treatment to her other outer pussy lip, beginning at her crotch and slowly licking the inside surface all the way to her mons. When I passed her clit hood, I brushed it with my tongue, and was rewarded with a twitch of Kalsoom's pussy and a fresh spurt of lubricant. After I sucked briefly on her smooth mons, I devoured all the fresh juices and started probing with my tongue just under Kalsoom's sweet pussy. My finger was all the way in her ass and I twisted it so I could rest my chin on the back of my hand while my tongue probed this very sensitive place. Her purring became louder, almost moaning and, as I moved my tongue to probe between that moist, pink love hole and her inner lips, and resumed slowly finger-fucking her ass, she started humping her pussy more strongly into my face.

As I slowly insinuated my tongue under Kalsoom's inner lip, her thighs rotated outward, presenting her pussy fully to me and it started humping even stronger. Pleasurable moans had replaced her purring and I knew that if I started sucking on her clit, Kalsoom would be cumming within minutes. We were not in any hurry, though, so I would wait until she really wanted to cum and couldn't wait any longer. Kalsoom would not be shy about telling me.

My tongue had found a very nice spot, and I kept it there, slowly moving it back and forth. Kalsoom began swiveling her hips, thrusting her legs over my shoulders. I knew she was close to cumming but I wanted her to pick the time, and I wanted us both to get the most enjoyment possible out of what we were doing. The other inner pussy lip has a corresponding spot, and I moved my tongue over there, slipping it in, and slowly moving it back and forth.

"Cum. I wanna cum", was Kalsoom's panted demand. "Suck my clit. Suck my clit." I slid my tongue into her vagina and, after sucking out all the fresh juices, started massaging the top of that delightful hole, stimulating the underside of her clit. Kalsoom's pussy was going wild against my face, and her legs were slamming into my temples as her hips gyrated. The time had come to fasten my mouth onto her precious clit.

I clamped my lips onto that engorged love button, and started sucking on it. While my lips were sucking, my tongue was probing and licking the sides and top. After a few minutes of this, Kalsoom exploded "Oh, God, I'm cumming.

I'm cumming", and her hands again squashed my face into her pussy and her legs squeezed my head. Kalsoom's ass lifted off the bed again while her pussy bucked into my face. The muscles in her ass clenched around my middle finger and I couldn't move it but I held on to her thigh with my left arm and kept my lips clamped on her clit, while my tongue continued its dance of pleasure. As Kalsoom continued cumming, her pussy kept bucking into my face, and she babbled incoherently. My lips remained locked on her clit until, with one last spasm of her hips, her back arched again, and she climaxed.

Then she sagged back onto the bed; her hands dropped off my head, and her legs released me. I slowly pulled my finger from her ass, sucked and licked all the delicious fresh cum juices from her pussy, and went to the bathroom again.

When I returned, Kalsoom was still lying on her back, a smile of blissful contentment on her face. "Suhail, you are the greatest. I haven't cum like that since the last time you were here. I ought to throw away my vibrator and keep you here all the time." She was lavish in her praise, and she almost meant every word of it. "Now, lie here beside me for a while. I still have some things I need for us to do." Of course, I knew what those things were, and I was eager to do them as soon as Kalsoom was ready. I lay on my back, with a pillow under my head to wait, because I knew it would only be a few minutes and Kalsoom would want me on my back when she was ready.

When that time came, Kalsoom got a condom out of the nightstand. Before she put it on me, she took my cock in her mouth and sucked it for a few strokes although she is not really much for sucking cocks, and this was more a courtesy than anything else. Also, she got my cock wet so the condom would go on more easily. If there is anything Kalsoom loves more than having her pussy eaten, it is fucking, and her favorite is the cowgirl position. With Kalsoom, this is my favorite too, for various reasons, but especially because she enjoys it so much, and that results in a more pleasurable time for me.

Kalsoom straddled my legs, on her knees facing me, and carefully slipped the condom on me. Once this was done, she moved forward, put her hands on my chest and prepared to mount me. From sucking and handling my cock, her pussy was already dripping.

Kalsoom raised herself up and over my cock and then slowly lowered herself. I held my cock in my hand until the tip was even with her pussy, then rubbed it against her clit. She smiled in pleasurable anticipation then lowered herself, and I guided my cock into her pussy. Once the tip was in, Kalsoom lowered herself even more slowly and my cock slipped into her tight, wet pussy until it was all the way in, with my pubic hair tickling her smooth, sensitive pussy lips. She sat on me for a minute, smiling with the pleasure of my cock all the way in her, while I smiled for the same reason. Then we began slowly fucking.

Kalsoom started by rocking sideways, letting my cock mostly massage the sides of her pussy. As she leaned to one side, I timed the thrusts of my cock for just as she started back, to ensure the maximum penetration and to most forcefully press my cock against the sides of her love hole. We continued our slow rocking and fucking motion for a several minutes. Kalsoom was purring happily and she had a contented smile on her face, and I probably did also because we were both enjoying ourselves so much. Besides enjoying the feel of my cock sliding in and out of Kalsoom's hot pussy, I can watch it sliding in and out. This position is a visual delight because I can also see her sexy body above me, and I can reach up and fondle her big titties. Later, Kalsoom would switch to a motion where I could lick and suck on them, but for now I just admired them as my cock plunged in and out of her pussy.

Kalsoom changed her motion so she was rising up and slightly forward then back down. This produced greater penetration into her pussy and allowed for more contact between my cock and the underside of her lovely clit. Kalsoom's pussy was wetter now and I could smell the fragrant juices and even see them, running out of her vagina and soaking into my pubic hair. I regretted the waste but I had consumed a lot of her juices already and I would consume more before we were through making love. My hands were on her hips while she was stroking with this motion and I was thrusting my cock into her pussy on her stroke back, for greatest penetration and contact with her clit.

Kalsoom was moaning her pleasure by that time and I expected her to cum soon and then we would cum together later. Four climaxes is standard when Kalsoom and I get together, especially when she starts out as horny as she did today.

"I'm getting ready to cum, Suhail. Can you handle this?" I nodded my head yes, and Kalsoom leaned toward me and changed her stroke to rocking back and forth. With this motion, every time she swung her hips back, the underside of her clit massaged the top of my cock. I timed the thrusts of my cock into her pussy to match her swings back, to provide the most contact with her clit.

"Suck my titties", she told me, and held them with her hands to present them to me. I had no problem with this, and took one of the twin treasures in either hand, and started sucking gently on them while plunging my cock into her pussy in rythm with her strokes. I would continue sucking with my mouth and fucking with my cock until Kalsoom started cumming and then I would have to let go of her titties and hold onto her back when she started bucking. I hoped that wouldn't happen too soon, because my cock and my mouth were in ecstasy.

Ecstasy doesn't last forever, however, and Kalsoom announced "I'm cumming. Oh, God, I'm cumming", and started stroking faster. My hands let go of her titties and her nipple slipped out of my mouth. My hands slid down to around the small of her back because I wanted to keep up the same stroke while Kalsoom was cumming, and I knew she would not have sufficient control to do it. She sprawled forward on top of me and her legs straightened out beside me and started their pistoning motion as her hips swiveled on top of me. My hands were on her hips and I continually jammed her pussy down onto my cock while I rammed my cock into her pussy, keeping the best contact I could with her clit. This continued for several minutes, until Kalsoom climaxed with one jerk of her hips; her back arched and she would have pulled her pussy off my cock if I hadn't been holding on to her so firmly.

After her climax, Kalsoom lay on top of me, and I continued fucking my cock into her pussy, but slowly and gently now.

When Kalsoom was ready, she started responding to the slow thrusts of my cock into her pussy by thrusting back to meet me. For the time being, she lay on top of me with her arms under mine and her weight on her elbows and knees, instead of returning to the cowgirl position, but I expected this to change soon. "I love your tongue and I love your cock", she told me. "I think I will throw away my vibrator and keep you here chained to the bed." I laughed but I enjoy flattery as much as the next person. My hands were still on Kalsoom's hips because I like the feel of her soft, smooth skin but she was stoking her pussy at her speed and I was thrusting with my cock to match the pace she was setting. Kalsoom likes to control the speed and other things, which is fine with me because I derive the maximum enjoyment from making love when Kalsoom, or any other woman, enjoys it as much as she can.

Kalsoom stayed where she was but started using a circular motion that she likes. At the appropriate point of each circle, I thrust my cock into her pussy, achieving maximum penetration and contact with her clit. Already, she was expressing her pleasure by purring, and her smile was beatific.

Around and around went Kalsoom's pussy and in and out went my cock and her purring became louder. "Put your finger in my ass", she told me and I was glad to comply. "Fuck my ass with your finger", and I started plunging my finger slowly, in and out of her ass, matching the thrusts of my finger with the thrusts of my cock into her pussy. Kalsoom's purring became louder and her smile became happier, and she frequently whispered "Oooo, that's good", as our slow fucking went on.

Kalsoom likes to change her motions to stimulate her whole pussy, but this time she wanted to change back to the cowgirl position. My cock and my finger stayed in place as she pushed herself up with her hands against my chest and curled her legs up underneath her so she was back on her knees. Once she had achieved the position she wanted, she started rocking sideways on top of me again, and I resumed thrusting my cock into her pussy the way I had before, on her down strokes. I coordinated the thrusts of my finger into her ass again, and our slow fucking continued. As it continued, her purring turned to moans of pleasure, and I was also moaning by then.

She changed her motion again, using another of the same ones as she had used before She rose up and forward, lifting her pussy almost off my cock and then sat back down again so my cock again penetrated all the way into her pussy. I bent my knees to change my angle of penetration slightly and thrust my cock into her as she sat back. This produced maximum penetration and rubbed my cock against the underside of her clit. We continued like this, fucking silently except for our moans of pleasure, because we were both enjoying ourselves immensely. My finger was still fucking into her ass, synchronized with the strokes of my cock into her pussy. "I'm going to be ready to cum pretty soon", she told me. " Let me know when you are ready."

With the slow strokes that we were using, I can continue a long time but I was close to being ready, after our long period of making love. "I'm almost ready now", I told her.

Kalsoom continued her slow back and forward motion for a few minutes then leaned forward to present her titties to my mouth. With my finger in her ass, I was limited in what I could do so she put one of her nipples to my lips. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth and started sucking on her luscious mound for as long as she held it in place. When she wanted me to change, she moved the other nipple to where I could reach it, and I sucked on that one for as long as she wanted me to. With Kalsoom's succulent titty in my mouth, my cock going in and out of her lovely pussy and my finger fucking her gorgeous ass, I had the best of all possible worlds.

"I'm ready to cum", Kalsoom told me.

"I'm ready too."

Kalsoom changed to the same back and forth motion she had been using to cum earlier. As she swung her hips back, I thrust my cock into her pussy, and let her drag the underside of her clit across the top of it. I kept sucking her titty and my finger kept steadily going in and out of her ass, still matching the speed of our strokes as we fucked faster. "Oh, oh, oh", Kalsoom crooned as she started fucking even faster. Then "Oh, oh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming", and after a minute, she sprawled on top of me again, with her legs out behind her, pistoning back and forth. She pulled her titty out of my mouth when she sprawled but my finger was held in her ass by her tightened muscles. I held tightly to her with my other arm as she bucked on top of me, and I kept my cock pumping into her pussy, massaging her clit with every stroke. Kalsoom was still fucking with her pussy but erratically, as her hips gyrated on top of me. With a last spasm of her body, and with her back arched, she climaxed, and with a last thrust of my cock, I ejaculated into my condom. Kalsoom sprawled on top of me, relaxed and satisfied, and I held her with my left arm and pulled my finger out of her ass.

After a few minutes of lying together in a warm and peaceful afterglow, Kalsoom asked me "How long do you think the chain should be when I chain you to the bed? Long enough to let you go to the bathroom, I suppose, but any longer than that?" I really hoped she was just kidding.

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What was I Thinking? Part One

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This is my first work of erotic art. If you like it, please feel free to write and let me know.

If I get enough responses, I’ll continue to post new stories.

While this particular scenario

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is fiction, most of the story is compiled from actual events.

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Baltimore,Maryland,USA

 

11/19/2005

 

 

 

What Was I Thinking ?

Part One

 

 

      I don’t know what had come over me or what the hell was going through my head.

Here I was, about to commit two carnal sins. First, you should never ever get involved with someone you work with. You know the old saying, ”Don’t get your meat where you make your bread”. Well, here I was, about to break that rule.

Secondly, this person is married, albeit unhappily married, but she's married just the same.

What the fuck am I thinking? This had disaster written all over it.

    Well, she’d been at a country dance club with her sister when we bumped into each other accidentally on purpose if you know what I mean.

Her sister was well aware of her life at home, so escaping her was no problem.

The drinks has gotten to both of us and the looks we had exchanged at work had proved to be exactly what I thought they were ……. lustful longing.

We decided to move this party elsewhere. Someplace a little more private.

   So he we are, I’m heading to the registration desk at a roadside motel as she sits in the car, anxiously and awkwardly waiting.

I get the keys from the clerk and jump back in the car, neither looking at the other. Both knowing, but neither saying anything to stop what was about to happen.

As we enter the room, both of us throw our coats on the armchair near the desk.

As she turns and appears about to say something, I take her into my arms and kiss her deeply, relaxing her inhibitions and removing any ideas of objection.

She kisses me just as passionately as our breathing gets heavier.

Any ideas of not doing this go out the door with that long lingering kiss.

    As I kiss her, we move our hands over each others body, exploring, causing our breathing to deepen even more.

I move my kisses from her lips to her neck as she tilts her head back, allowing me to explore her neck and shoulder, teasing, tasting, taking in her scent.

She turns her back to me and tilts head forward, urging me to kiss the back of neck.

She moans her approval as I reach around and gently cup her breasts, feeling the firmness.

As she pushes her ass against my cock, feeling it stiffening though my pants, I fumble with the buttons of her blouse, nervously but adeptly unbuttoning each one as I ease the blouse over her shoulders, down her arms as it falls to the floor.

We’re now moving in unison, our bodies in tune, a slow sensuous dance.

I then unhook her bra as it too slides over her arms and to the floor.

She turns to face me as my eyes take in her gorgeous breasts, my heart racing, anticipating.

She slowly eases my sweater and turtleneck shirt up over my head and that gets tossed into the ever increasing pile of clothes on the floor.

I take her into my arms and kiss her again, feeling the warmth of her breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples stiffening, showing her arousal.

As we kiss, I caress her back, moving my hands lower, finding the clasp on her skirt, unhooking, then unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor.

     As I’m unhooking her skirt, she lowers her hands and unfastens my belt, unbuttons and unzips my pants easing then over my rigid cock, as they also fall to the floor.

Kissing her, I gently back her towards the bed. As her legs touch the end of the bed, her knees bend, as she eases herself onto the edge on the bed and lays back, feet still on the floor.

Surrendering herself to me, I kneel before her, kissing her legs, inciting a gasp to escape her lips as she loses herself is the soft gently touch of my lips.

I kiss her legs, moving higher and higher as she parts her legs, inviting me to explore.

I kiss her through her panties as she arches her back and let’s out a groan of pleasure, arching her hips to meet my mouth.

As her hips are arched, I slide her panties past her hips, she adjusts to allow me to remove them fully.

She then moves up the bed, as I move up to join her as I lay next to her, kissing her lips madly, moving from her mouth to the neck, nibbling and biting gently, causing her to writhe with passion.

As I kiss her neck, I slowly trace light teasing circles around her nipples with my finger, causing her breathing to deepen.

Sensing what she wants, I move my lips to her breasts, making small circles around her rock hard nipples with my tongue, slowly teasing but not quite touching them, making her crazy.

Oh how I love to tease…….

After a few moments, but what seems to her like eternity, I take her nipple into my mouth, causing her to sharply inhale and squirm, rubbing her thigh against my rock hard cock.

As I continue to kiss and tease her nipples, she reaches down and takes my cock in her hand, not quite able to get her hand around the shaft, she lets a MMMM of surprise, satisfaction and concern.

I raise my head from her nipples and ask, ”You like?”

She whispers back, “ It’s too big, I don’t know if I can handle it”

I reply with a devilish smirk,” Good”.

       She then releases my cock as I kiss slowly down her stomach, working my way to where she urgently wants me to be.

All I brush my lips over her nearly shaved bare pussy, I wonder whether she keeps it this neat or whether she planned on this happening tonight and trimmed it for this occasion.

Either way, I’m going to take her to heaven and back more times than she’s ever imagined.

I gently brush my lips passed her neatly trimmed pussy as she gasps in anticipation, parting her legs wider, inviting me.

I move past it, as she grunts her frustration, I slowly kiss the inside of her left thigh, working my way back up teasing and getting closer and closer and closer as I brush my lips across her pussy again and down her right thigh, causing another grunt of frustration.

Driving her crazy as I kiss the inside of her right thigh, moving higher and higher and higher as she arches her back, inviting, begging me to taste her.

I brush my lips across her pussy again and move down the right side, sending her into total madness.

Sensing her yearning, I tease more, moving higher and higher and higher, kissing, teasing.

As I brush my lips across her pussy again as she grabs my head in both hands and forces me into her.

I resist slightly as she throws her head back, reaches her hands down and parts her lips, begging me to taste her, to tease her, to take her to the stars.

I tease again, this time more deeply, gently touching hers lips with my lips, then tongue, working my way up, making small circles around her clit with my tongue, never quit touching it, causing her to squirm and arch her hips, chasing my tongue, trying to meet it with her clit.

“You know you’re killing me” she whispers

I look up with a devilish grin and say,” Oh yeah”….”Good”.

I lower my head to continue as she throws her head back in frustration, expecting more teasing.

I tongue my way up and gently flick my tongue across her clit, sending a sharp spasm through her body causing a groan of pleasure as she purrs,” Oh my God, what are you doing to me, That feels soooooooo good, where did you learn to do that?”

 As I continue to tease and flick my tongue across her clit, her breathing becomes rapid and her body begins to quake.

I quicken my pace and flick more firmly as he arches her entire body.

I look up just as a look of total shock crosses her face, orgasm washes over her entire body. Oh how I love that look. It says,” Where the fuck did that come from”, “Oh my God, I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life”.

She quivers and shakes and explodes several times as I intermittently flick her clit and use my finger to massage just inside her pussy where it’s most sensitive, causing the massive orgasm to continue into smaller orgasms, trying to make this feeling of ecstasy last as long as possible.

I know she’s near an end when she inhales in sharp gasps each time to tease her clit.

As her orgasms subsides, she exhales deeply and collapses, totally spent, as limp as a strand of spaghetti.

    I slide up the bed and wrap my arms around her as we spoon,

I can hear her purring contentedly, her entire body is relaxed.

She whispers to me,” I hate you for doing this to me”, I hate my husband for not doing this to me”.

I whisper back,” I haven’t done anything yet…YET”

She rolls over, looks at me and says,” Is that right?”

I reply,” Oh yeah,…we’re just getting started”

 

END PART ONE

 

This is what I would like to do to you...

Crumbly Flake on Sex Stories

I thought that you would like me to tell you what I want to do to you if ever we meet. Lets assume that I am going around to your house. We have never met. We decided to go out but you aren't ready when I call for you. You apologise. You ask me to come in and tell me that you will be about 20 minutes because you just got out of the shower. You have on a dressing gown. I don’t know what you have on underneath, but I twitch at the thought. I sit down and watch TV. You tell me to help myself to a drink or whatever I want. You go upstairs. I idly flick through TV channels. There is nothing to watch. The minutes tick by. You call down to ask if I am OK. I say I am fine, and that I have been channel hopping but

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there is nothing on. You say that I can come upstairs and talk while you get ready. I walk slowly upstairs and into the bedroom with the light on. You are sitting on the edge of a large bed, looking into a mirror and putting your make up on. Your dressing gown has fallen open and I see your slinky bra. I comment how nice you look. You reveal some more. You stand up and the gown falls wide open. You have on slinky black briefs and stocking. I love sexy, classy underwear. I tell you just that. You smile. I move closer. I can smell your fresh skin and your perfume. I am hard. I can see your nipples and the shape of your sex mound. I reach out a finger and brush your neck, so very, very, lightly. You shudder. I ask if you are cold. You reply "Not at all". My finger traces down your front and down the side of your pants. It doesn’t linger. I crouch down. My finger traces down your leg. You move your legs apart slightly. I touch your skin so slightly. I run my finger back up your leg. I stop jus short of your sex. It is level with my mouth. You push out towards me. I stand and my finger continues on its journey. I move it in circles around each breast. You close your eyes. I see your nipples are hard. I am so hard my self. I can feel wetness in my pants. Your mouth is slightly open. I face you so close. I can feel your breath on my face. I part your lips with my tongue. We kiss so lightly. We don’t touch anywhere but our mouths. You moan quietly. We gyrate our mouths. You taste so sweet...

The gown falls from your shoulders. Your arms hang limply by your side. Your eyes are closed. We break our kiss and my tongue follows the route taken by my fingers. Down your chin, it touches so lightly. It follows the contour of your neck and when it reaches your breast it circles each one slowly in tighter and tighter circles until it is touching your now erect nipples through your bra. I run you round. You respond without question. I gently rub your back while my tongue follows the path of your spine. I see the back of your panties are thong style. When I reach it you involuntarily spread your legs a little anticipating what I am going to do I move them a little wider and bend you over. The cotton strip doesn’t cover your sex. I tell you to spread your legs more and bend right over. You obey without question. The lips of your sex are spread. They glisten with wetness. My tongue travels between the cheeks of your bum and circles your sex lips. I don’t touch your pleasure bud, but just circle it, around and around. Sometimes I push my tongue right inside your tight vagina and let the juices flow onto it. Then, when I am wet I continue to tease your pussy. You are bent double and your legs can go no wider apart. I tell you to stay in that position. I quietly remove my shirt and the rest of my clothes drop to the floor. I am naked behind you. My erection  is like steel and the end of my hard cock glistens and runs with my love juices. I unhook your bra and it slides off your arms and falls to  floor. Your breasts are naked. I stand close behind you. My  hard cock is between your legs. It brushes your nether lips. I move closer behind you and pull you close to me. We are like spoons in the draw. I put my arms around you and cup your breast. I gently massage your erect nipples. I cup your breasts in my hands. I push my hips towards you. The head of my cock slides along the lips of your sex. You are aching to take me inside you. To feel me stretch the sides of your cunt so very, very wide. To feel me pound myself mercilessly inside you, but no, that will have to wait. I cannot empty my cum inside you until you are completely satisfied, but before that we had forgotten that we had arranged to go out. I pull away from you and tell you that we will finish it later. I tell you to get dressed but wear no thong and wear hold up stockings. You protest slightly but know that it is no good. You know that I am going to tease you when we are out, when we are in the car, when we are in a restaurant. You will be continually wet thinking of what is to come. We walk out to the car. It is a dark night but clear and bright. There are stars in the sky. I open the car door for you. You drop down onto the car seat. I close the door quietly. The seat is leather and you slide about on it. I walk around the car and get in. You look at me but I don’t look back. I tell you to move your dress from underneath you so that your bare ass is on the leather. You do as you are bidden. Your bottom sticks to the leather. I tell you to undo the buttons right down the front of your dress. I tell you to keep your bra on but to pull your breasts out so that they are hanging out, erect, over the top of the cups. I tell you to sit with your bottom well forward on the seat and your legs as far apart as they will go. This is how you will be when we are driving. I Lean over and kiss first one nipple, and then the other and then I kiss you full on the mouth. My finger finds your sex lips and slips just slightly inside your wetness. You try to move your legs wider but the car isn’t wide enough. Gently stroke your clitoris while I kiss you then suddenly break away completely, put on my seatbelt and tell you to do the same. I start the car and drive away. You are totally exposed but it is dark so no-one can see you. We drive a short way out onto open roads. The car, now warm glides effortlessly along. It is automatic so I drive with one hand. I put my free hand onto your leg. I gently stroke it  from your knee to your thighs. When I reach the top of your thighs. I graze your sex slightly and move back down again. I do this many times. When my hand reaches your sex, you groan and I retreat. You say that you cannot stand this much longer. But you must. I stop the car in a quiet spot. I tell you to lean over and release me from my pants. You eagerly take my massive erection from its bounds and without being asked just take it right into your mouth. You rub it up and down all the time sucking it. I tell you to play with yourself while you suck me but to keep spread so that I can see what you do. I notice your smooth pussy. Freshly waxed. I am approving thus far. Your hand moves between your legs and you search for your own pleasure spot. You try to spread your legs as wide as they will go, doing just as you are told. It allows easier access to your stroking fingers. You circle your clitoris slowly with your finger tips and thrust your smooth mound towards me so that I can better see what you are doing. You spread your cunt lips and pull the hood back from your bud to reveal it in its swollen glory. You are dripping wet. You start to rub faster. You wank my massive erection at the same speed as you finger your clit. Your mouth is just over the end of my rock hard cock, ready to catch my juice when it spurts out. You are wanking us both off at the same speed. You fuck your mouth with my cock. Your hips buck in time with your motions. Your body arches in spasm, again and again. Your mouth gapes wide but is filled with the end of my erection. My cock is dripping with precum. I am ready to explode but I hold back intentionally. You fall back in the seat and instinctively move your legs back together. You still hold my cock. Your mouth has abandoned me. I tell you to fasten your clothes but still sit with your legs apart. I haven’t finished with you yet. You slowly dress your self and adjust your position on the car seat with your legs as wide as they will go. I am ready to burst but know that in a few minutes my lust will subside.  I will generate more spunk so that when I finally fill you there will be massive amounts squirting inside your cunt (or your mouth or your arse or just all over your face and tits). I have all evening to decide how I will use you. I am about to put myself back into my pants. It isn’t easy as I am still massively hard. The end of my cock glistens. I tell you to suck me clean so that I can dress. You take the end of my cock in your hot wide mouth and suck all the juice from me. I tell you that it is now clean enough. You sit up and I dress.

I start the car and we drive slowly off from our parking spot and onto the road. Soon we are in town. We decide to have a quick drink and then eat. We pull up outside a smart wine bar. The lights are low, but it looks warm and full of atmosphere. I park the car. You ask if I think you look OK. I reply that you look fine. You put some more lipstick on, holding your mouth invitingly wide as you do so. I think of filling it with my cock. Later I will fuck your mouth. It can wait.

We get out of the car and go into the wine bar.

 

Well? Do you want more?

Fairyland

RaiseHell on Sex Stories

Snow White entered the ride with thoughts of frustration and hormonal confusion. She’d needed to masturbate a lot lately to keep her urges at bay, but she could wait no longer. She stalked towards the setting of the kid’s train ride and pulled Pinocchio by his collar behind a cardboard tree. Pushing him to the ground, Snow then lifted up her flowing skirt to reveal that she had not been wearing panties. Pinocchio’s eyes widened and a grin spread across his face, predicting the actions of the fair Snow White. The young lady widened her legs and dropped herself down onto the wooden boy with nothing to separate her bare skin from his hard sap stomach. She pinned him there, looking down into his

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boyish eyes and let a snarl infect her face. They both lay, looking at each-other for a few seconds before Snow moved up towards his face, and straddled onto the tip of his nose. Here it was; the lay she had been waiting for.

 

She took a firm grip to Pinocchio’s head and, with one thrust, forced herself down onto his hard, wooden nose. A whimper of satisfaction escaped her lips has she drove the long and rigid object in and out of her body- Places inside her that were never meant to be touched were felt. All that the wooden boy could see was a glorious view of a princess’s opening, moving towards and away from his face repeatedly. Pinocchio thought that he could help out and, with one of his little wooden hands, began to rub Snow White in intimate places while she rode him.

 

Snow White felt herself getting wet as the wooden shaft of a nose slid in and out of her- only Pinocchio himself could see what was happening. Thick trails of white innocence crawled down his nose onto his face, occasional drips falling into his mouth. Snow rode the object on his face, sure to pleasure herself well before she had to go, with every thrust downwards, a high moan poured out of her delicate mouth. Her  rosebud lips quivered with complete  satisfaction and one last thrust made her force a scream that echoed around the fairytale walls.

 

What seemed like a river, to Pinocchio, trailed down his nose onto his face and Snow pulled him out of her slowly, revealing a view that would please any wooden man, let alone boy. She sat slightly back on his face so that he could lick whatever work his nose had done for him. Still using his hand, he began to pleasure Snow White, and didn’t have to move anything but his tongue and fingers to bring her again.

 

As he drove his fingers in and out of Snow White, a rush of white water escaped her for a second time, choking Pinocchio on its syrup-like texture. The wooden boy licked and swallowed all that he could find- every last drop.

 

With her legs still wide open, Snow lent over and started to suck what she’d earlier worked upon. Rolling her tongue over the long, hard wood of Pinocchio’s nose, she tasted her own juices. As she finished sucking, the pair heard a noise. Snow, gathered her skirts and quickly got off of Pinocchio, breaking off his nose as she did so.

 

Two security guards cautiously peeped around the corner, not wanting to catch any tourists having a little too much fun. After hearing the shrieks of Snow White, they’d expected more than what they saw; Pinocchio laying on the ground, his clothes a little bit torn, and a ragged stump where his nose should’ve been. The guards looked at the wooden model, perplexed.

 

Snow disappeared around the corner, unnoticed, taking the wooden boy’s nose with her. A smile full of delight spread across her face. Now she had a new toy.

The Vicar's Wife (Part Two)

Victoriajohn on Sex Stories

All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.

Well I guess if you’re reading this you have probably already read part one of my story, and know how I suddenly, at the age of twenty-three became aware of how wonderful sex can be. If you haven’t read part one, then a lot of this story might not make any sense. Right, so where had I got to? The ‘rescuers’ had now departed from my life, and for my part, I hoped and prayed, that I’d never see or hear from any of them again. 

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>I showered, and then dressed, and for the first time, I wore jeans to go to work, mainly to avoid anyone seeing the marks on my inner leg. Silly now I come to think of it, the marks were from about a couple of inches above my knee, right up to my crotch, all the way up my inner leg. So with the skirts I normally wore for work being fully flared, and always at least knee length, there wouldn’t have been much chance of anyone seeing the marks anyway.

But regardless, dressed in jeans and blouse, I said bye to Michael who was just getting up, and set off to work. As normal when I arrived, I opened up the farm shop, and turned on the bell. On the door jamb of the farm shop was a bell press, and there was also a rubber tube laid across the entrance to the farm yard. Both of these were connected to bells that were located in most of the buildings around the farm yard. So I’d know if any vehicles arrived; or if people call to the shop on foot, they could ring for attention using the push-button.

As customers only ever started coming in dribs and drabs until lunch time, and then again around four in the afternoon, the rest of the time I had various other tasks to get on with. Egg collecting being normally my first, so once the bell was turned on, I picked-up my egg collecting basket and went on my rounds.

I searched around all the places I knew they normally laid their stray eggs, ending up at the chickens own properly made roost. Then with my basket full to overflowing, I carefully made my way back to the shop. We’d had no customers while I’d been away, which was about normal for a Monday, so I then began to sort the eggs into their sizes.

I think it was around ten o’clock, when with all the eggs sorted; I took a walk into the potato shed. This was definitely not my favourite job. The potatoes were loaded by tractor into the first floor of this building, so from down here, the roof above my head was loaded with tons of potatoes. In the corner of this shed was a sack filling machine. This was old and like most things about this farm, due for replacement.

It was supposed to take the potatoes from above, into this big wooden box, and then through a chute, into the potato sack. The whole of this big wooden box was connected to a mechanical shaking device, which was driven by an electric motor. The chute had a closing flap that was operated manually with a very big long lever.

The theory was simple. First place an empty sack onto the chute, and wrap the metal retainer to hold it in place. Second, the motor needs to be turned on, so the big box vibrates, this not only keeps the potatoes from jamming, but helps to make the flap open easier. Next pull the lever, letting the potatoes into the sack. Then as the sack is filled, push the big lever back, stopping the potatoes.

But in practice, once this machine is left overnight, or worse still over a weekend, moving that lever is nigh on impossible. So there is a wooden beer crate stood on end by the side of the machine which you have to climb onto. Then leaning as far across the top of the machine as possible, and using the lump of wood that is always laid on top of the machine. You try to reach around behind the upper chute, and thump the lever pivot boss (well that’s what the farmer says it’s called; I just know it’s that lump of metal sticking out the other side of the machine).

So I approach this job knowing the first time I try to get that lever moving, I’m going to have a real struggle on my hands. I get a paper sack and attach it firmly to the chute, and then switch on the motor. The whole building starts to drone, and clouds of dust begin to float down from the timber boards that make the ceiling. I heave with all my weight against the lever, but as I expected, it doesn’t budge an inch.

So now for the dreaded ritual, I carefully climb onto the wooden crate, holding onto the side of the vibrating machine for support. I’ve done this hundreds of times before, but never before have I noticed the vibration being so intense. But I try to put that out of my mind, and I now lift my left leg across, placing my foot on the lever. Then I take hold of the lump of wood from the top of the machine, and holding it stretched out in front of me. I lean forwards onto the top of the machine, to attempt to get the pivot pin within my reach.

As my tummy presses against the machine, the vibrations start the same feelings generated by that device the men had inserted inside my pussy two days previous. Never before has this machine ever generated anything but feelings of sheer frustration and despair at my not being able to move the bloody lever. But now, before I’ve had chance to even strike out towards the pivot pin, my whole body is beginning to tingle.

I have to stand back, putting my leg back onto the box, but even the vibrations getting to me via my arms, which I’m using to balance with, are keeping this stimulation simmering. I decide it’s just my imagination, I must just have sex on the brain, all that is needed is a firm application of will-power. Ok, here goes!

I swing my leg back across to the lever, and lift myself up to my tip toes, and then slide myself as far as I can onto the top of the machine. Will-power or no will-power, my body lights-up with a glow, which emanates from deep in my crotch. My pussy is pulsing, my nipples are tingling, the bloody machine is driving my body out of control! And now to make things worse, my mind starts joining in the stimulation.

I guess you’re wondering what I mean by that. Well like I’ve said, this is not the first time I’ve been in this position. And I been perched up here bashing this lump of wood at the pivot pin for sometimes in excess of fifteen minutes. And on several of those occasions, either the farmer, one of his sons or one of his hired workers has suddenly appeared upon the box behind me. They have then lent across me, and tried to demonstrate where I should be hitting the machine.

Never in the past had I even given it a thought, that their leaning up against me, might be some kind of sexual turn-on for them (god! I must have been one green girl). And I’d never known or even considered that maybe these men might have been stood behind me for some time, looking up at my pathetic efforts. Whilst they viewed me with legs wide open, and them looking up from below.

But now, with the machine instructing my body to produce sexual hormones by the barrow load, my mind starts to wonder if maybe one of these men might be watching me. And maybe, he’ll have his cock in his hand, and be wanking it. And god forbid, any second now, he might jump up behind me, and ... I turn my head, and standing there is Ian! How the fucking hell has he found me here?

He speaks, “Excuse me, I rang the bell.”
Now I realise it isn’t Ian at all, in fact its one of the men who lives in the local village, he’s a regular customer. I don’t know his surname, but I know him as Bob.
“Oh sorry Bob, it’s the noise of this bloody machine.”
I’d just sworn out aloud, in front of an almost stranger! What was happening to me? I clambered off the machine, and followed Bob back into the shop.

“Sorry about that, but that flipping machine has been giving me a lot of trouble this morning.”
But as I’m walking along, I can feel the wetness in my knickers, and I’m hoping that it hasn’t soaked through my jeans, meaning it would have been visible to Bob while I was on that machine back there.
“That’s alright Shirley love, I won't tell. Even a vicar's wife has to be allowed to swear once in a while. I guess you’re all on edge after your little adventure this weekend?”

God! What the hell does he know about what those men did with me?
“Adventure?”
“Yes, its all over the middle page of the news paper, looks like your husband put in a direct call to his boss for assistance, and you got a full mountain rescue crew. You were very lucky they chose the same spot as you, those fells can be treacherous in bad weather.”
“Oh yes, I see what you mean. But it was only a fractured ankle.”
“That’s the benefit of having professionals getting you down off the hills, if it had just been you or me assisting him, by the time we’d got him to the transport, his ankle could have been shattered.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. Anyway, what can I get you today?”

I served him with potatoes and half-a-dozen eggs, and he went happily on his way. And one good thing about talking with him, it had taken my mind completely off sex. So much so, my tummy felt quite calm, and all my pussy felt was wet and sticky. But not wanting a repetition of the machine induced orgasm, I decided I’d go in search of whoever was doing milking duties today, to ask for assistance.

So my first place to look was the milking parlour, but as I’d expected, by now all milking was long since finished, and the place was hosed down and silent. I called a few times, but nobody answered. Then I looked in the first building, this was the stables, a very large building made to accommodate at least thirty horses. But it now only had three mares, and one large stallion. Now again, I’d seen these horses hundreds of times before and never have they had any sexual effect on me. Although if I’m being really honest, the first time I ever saw a stallion with an aroused cock, I froze to the spot, and stared in disbelief. But that was many years ago now, and never have I fantasised about having sex with a horse, and in truth, I hadn't even realised it was possible or something some women did.

But back to the present; as I looked around the door, the hind quarters of one of the mares was directly in line with where I stood. She was some five or six feet away, her tail high in the air, and her big pink pussy was pulsing, just like the men had mine doing yesterday. This simple natural farm-yard sight suddenly re-kindled my throbbing pussy. But instead of turning around and walking out, I stupidly walked the few paces along towards the stallions stall, to see if he had picked-up on the signals she was sending. Picked-up on them! Although from his stall he had no way of seeing her, her scent must have delivered her message. That magnificent cock was stretched out so long, it only just missed sweeping the cobbled floor as it kept lunging forwards and upwards, swinging back and forth with a vapour trail of steam following it.

I dashed out of there, as if the horse was about to take a hold of me, and stood at the outside of the door, trembling. It took a few seconds to pull myself together, and then I continue to the next building. But by now, my tummy was simmering, and I knew it would take very little to get me aroused again. I went from building to building, calling out in each one, but I got no response from anyone. Then when I had searched just about every building, and was about to make my way back to the shop, my attention was taken by the farm dogs. I know I hadn't mentioned that we had dogs on this farm, but that is because, after you’ve worked here some time, you don’t even notice them.

How many dogs there are on this farm I don’t know, as most of the fitter ones, normally either chase the tractors as they go off to the fields, or get a ride with one or other of the drivers in the cabs. The ones left around the yard are usually the older less fit, or young inexperienced ones. Well this is what had caught my attention, one of last years pups, a small mongrel bitch now about eighteen months old, was being fucked by and old black Labrador. I guessed it was her first time in season, as her comparative human age would be around ten or twelve. And the Labrador was a good nine years old, which would make him fifty plus.

I must have seen the farm dogs mating several times before, and I’d normally just turn my head and ignore them. But this time, it fascinated me, to watch how what was really the equivalent of a little girl, could stand her ground, while this Labrador twice her size, the equivalent of a big man with an enormous cock, pounded away at her. How long I stood there in a trance, just watching and getting more worked-up, I’m not sure. But the old dog had her at least three times, each time his knot preventing him from uncoupling. But my attention was suddenly broken by the cacophony of bells ringing in the various buildings, and announcing the arrival of a car into the yard.

I turned and made my way smartly towards the shop door, watching the car pull-up alongside one of the buildings, and thinking to myself, ‘don’t recognise the car, must be just a stranger passing through the village’. Then as the man got out of his car, it maybe took a second or two for it to click, but I had seen him before, and his return was far from welcome. It must have been four months ago, and last time, his car was a magnificent Bentley.

But even if the car was different, this was the same man who had come into the shop and asked for a tray of eggs, and a sack of potatoes. Now I know I can lift the sacks of potatoes, and usually do if the customer is a lady. But even if I do venture to lift a sack for most male customers, they invariably offer to carry it themselves.

Now I’m not saying he wasn’t welcome back because he didn’t offer to carry his own potatoes, although at the time I did think that very un-gentlemanly. But what he did was to carry his tray of eggs out to his car, leaving me to carry the heavy sack. He placed the eggs in his open boot (Trunk), at the very back of the floor space. Then as I approached carrying this heavy sack he said.
“Oh, make sure you get them right up to the front, I don’t want them rolling against my eggs.”

His car was a big old Bentley, and the rear lip of the boot was very high. As I reached the back, I had to strain to get the sack over this rim, and then try to reach deep into his boot, leaning in with my feet almost leaving the ground. Not even thinking about him trying anything, I naturally had my legs parted to aid balance whilst lifting, and being a warm spring day, my skirt, though long, was made of thin material, and fully flared. All of a sudden I felt his hand ram under my crotch, and he gripped me tightly. I struggled, but in that position, he lifted, and my legs were left flailing in mid-air. I screamed out, but with my head buried deep inside his boot, and a deserted farmyard, it was pointless. As it was, another car arrived, and he had to let go of me.

When I got out of his boot I was so embarrassed, and blushing quite red. Stupidly, my first concern was to try to compose myself before the customer that had just arrived, noticed anything had happened. So with just a few words from me in the form of a scolding, the man got into his car and drove away. I had said if I ever saw him again I’d phone the police, but this all happened about a month before my marriage, so that was about four months ago now. And up until now, he hadn’t returned.

I was stood in the doorway, watching him, as he strode towards me, brazen as you like.
“Ah Ha. I knew it was you.”
“What do you want? I told you never to come here again.”
“What on earth do you mean? It’s a shop isn’t it?”
“It might be, but it’s not open to you. You can get back in your car and go before I call the police.”
“What ever for my dear?”
“Don’t come the innocent with me; you know what you did last time you were here.”
“Oh that. Surely you can't still be upset over that. I was only giving you a bit of a lift, to make sure you got the jolly old spuds past the eggs without breaking them.”

“I don’t care what you say you were doing, if you don’t go now, I’m ringing the police.”
“Well my dear, you be my guest. But I don’t think they’ll be very amused when they get out here, to find an innocent old gent like me who only wants to buy a few eggs.”
With that he just sidestepped past me, and waltzed into the shop as cool as you like. I walked over to the phone, and picked up the receiver, but it was obvious, I wasn’t going to ring 999. And even as I thumbed through the phone book, looking for the number for the local police station, I began to realise I wouldn’t have any idea what to say to them. I put the phone back down.

“Ok. Tell me what you want, and then I can get you out of here.”
“Shirley. That’s a nice name.”
“Where on earth, who told you my name?”
“It was in the paper, Shirley Grey. The wife of Reverend Michael Grey. I never knew that soft little pussy I had a hold of last time was a vicar’s wife’s pussy.”
“Look stop your foul talk now, and go!”
“But you haven’t served me yet.”
“Ok then, what do you want?”

He held his right arm towards me, his palm uppermost, in a cupping kind of shape.
“What I’d really like is a nice tender juicy piece of meat that would just fit into the palm of this hand.”
And as he spoke, he was opening and closing his fingers in the same kind of gripping manner he’d taken hold of me last time he was here.
“You dirty old sod,” and with that I strode up to him, and took hold of his wrist, and began to pull him towards the door, “come-on, I want you out of here now. There’s no way I’m serving you.”

I thought using direct action would take him by surprise, and even with my slight build, I’d hoped to be able to get him to leave. But he just swung me around and overbalanced me onto the stack of potato sacks. As I went down on my back, he followed, falling face down on top of me. One of his hands gathered up both of my wrists, whilst his other went into my crotch. At this point, the jeans were my saviour, meaning his groping fingers were not able to make contact with my flesh.

So whilst he groped, and was now struggling to unleash the belt in my jeans, I screamed and kicked with all my might. It was obvious in seconds, that shouting wouldn’t bring help, so I tried talking to him.
“Look you bastard. I might not have phoned the police last time, but if your hand goes inside my jeans, I’m phoning them for sure.”
This distracted his concentration off the job he had in hand only slightly, undoing my belt that was, but didn’t stop him.
“Are you telling me it’s not worth a little feel, to stop your husband seeing the video you made this weekend?”

I froze, my kicking stopped, and he just looked me in the face.
“Ah! So I’ve got your attention.”
“What video?”
“A video made by some mountain rescue men.”
”Look pack-up undoing my belt; tell me what you know about a video.”
He stopped undoing my belt, and knelt up a bit to talk to me.

“Ian Parker is an old mate of mine. He’s been doing this mountain rescue scam for a good five years now.”
“You’ve seen it?”
“No not yet. But he’s fucked everyone he’s helped down so far, and vicar’s wife or not, I’m betting you rode his cock like an obedient little whore.”
“Even if that was true, why should I let you touch me?”
“Do you want your hubby to know his wife is a slut?”
“Shows how much you know. My husband knows what they did to me.”

That was a stupid thing to tell him.
“So, they got the reverend in on the action, god that’s even better. So you want the whole parish to wake-up tomorrow morning, to find photo’s of you having a gang-bang. I’m sure the bishop will recommend your Michael for a promotion, sharing his wife with all cumers. Very Christian attitude. Anyway, do I need to struggle with this belt, or are you going to undo it for me?”

That bloody video was going to haunt me for the rest of my life, how many more people knew of its existence? I couldn’t see that I had any way out of this, but I tried one last bluff.
“Your so called friends did attempt to abuse me. But my husband thwarted them.”
“Don’t give me that crap. If they’d struck-out, they’d have been down the clubhouse on Saturday night drowning their sorrows. As it was, they all sat there in that picture with you that the news paper printed, with their thumbs held up high. That wasn’t a meaningless gesture; it was a sign by each man to say 'this one has had my cock up her'.”

So bluff wasn’t going to work, force was useless, so I thought negotiation was my best option.
“Look, even if I was going to let you do anything, it’s far too risky in here.”
“I’m prepared to take the risk. Now stop gabbing, and get your belt undone.”
So much for trying to negotiate, he had me cornered, and knew it. He’d loosed my wrists, and I began to unbuckle my belt. Then I pulled the press-stud open. I’d just taken hold of the zipper when, ‘saved by the bell’. It rang aloud, making us both jump.

“Shit. Don’t think this means you’ll get off scot-free. I’ll wait around until they go.”
I got to my feet, straightened myself up, and was ready as Mrs Kelly walked in the door.
“Ah Shirley my dear, how’s Michael. I read all about it in the paper this morning. Oh sorry sir, I didn’t know she was already serving someone.”
“Oh never mind me, I’ll be a while yet, I’m just looking. You carry on.”

“Oh in that case, I’ll have...”
She went on to go through what she wanted, all the time making general chit-chat mainly about what she’d read in the paper, and then I helped her out to her car with all the stuff she’d bought. Just as she was driving out of the yard, I saw Peter, one of the farmer’s sons, going into the stable. I called, but he was out of earshot. As I looked back to the shop the old bastard was standing in the doorway looking at me, and beckoning me towards him.

I turned, and ran, as fast as my legs would carry me, I sensed he was giving pursuit, but I didn’t try to look. As I crashed into the stable door, and it burst open, the old man, took hold of my wrist and pulled me back. All I’d needed was a couple more seconds to get through the door.
“Got ya! Thought you could out run me? You wait...”
“You alright Shirl? Is this man bothering you?”

The old sod had dropped my wrist, like it was on fire, and he now stood a couple of paces back. This was going to be a fine balancing act, if I got this man a beating (which is what he deserved, and I would like to have seen), he’d no doubt punish me with a disclosure of the contents of that video. But at very least, I wanted to prevent him from doing anything to me.

“Its ok Peter, he was just going.”
Peter reached across, and as his hand took hold of the shoulder of the man's coat, he dragged the man towards him, stopping with the man's face inches from his own. The man looked like he’d messed himself; the look on his face was justice in full measure.
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but if Shirley doesn’t want me to feed you to the pigs, then think yourself lucky. But if I even see that car of yours so much as drive past our farm, you’d better start praying. Now get gone before I change my mind.”

If I thought I ran down the farm yard quickly to get to Peter, then the speed this man ran back made my pace look like walking. He forgot anything about manly pride, he ran like a scolded cat, without looking back or making any comments. It was such a satisfying sight, but I hoped I wouldn't live to regret it. Then as I turned back to Peter, I saw him in a very different light than I’d ever done before. He stood there like a Greek Adonis, stripped to the waist (this was normal in the hot weather), chest muscles rippling.

“Shirley? Are you alright?”
“What? Oh yes. Sorry, I was miles away. Oh Peter thank you for what you did.”
“Did he touch you? You should have let me sort him out.”
“No he didn’t touch me; he was just getting a bit pushy. I was maybe making mountains out of mole hills.”
“If he ever comes near here again you just tell us, it don’t need to be me, dad or our Jimmy, or the other two. We’ll rip his balls off. Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“That’s ok, I know what you mean. But thanks anyway.”

“Ok I’ll let you get back to the shop.”
“Are you busy?”
“Always busy, but if you want me, I’ll make time for you.”
“It’s that machine again.”
“God Shirley. I sometime think you only come and ask for help, so you can get me in that dark shed with you.”

I obviously blushed.
“Don’t say that,” I said, but he could tell it was only a half-hearted reprimand.
He began to walk me slowly back up the yard; I was on his right-hand side, and he’d placed his arm loosely around my back, with his big hand resting on my right hip.
“Well I swear every time I get to it. One whack, and its working.”
As we walked, his hand was slipping lower.
“But you can hit it harder than me.”
I reached behind me, took hold of his hand, and eased it back up onto my hip.
“It don’t take any forcing, so long as you hit it properly. I guess I’ll have to try to show you again.”
His hand had now slipped again, and was cupping the right cheek of my bottom.
“I’d rather you just whacked it for me,” and as I took hold of his hand and lifted it once more, “And you can keep that hand under control, you’re almost as bad as the old sod you just scared away.”

“Aw, don’t say that, I was only larking about because I’ve never seen you wearing jeans before.”
With that he pulled away from me, and gave me one of those disappointed school boy looks.
“Oh come-on you big softy, you know I’m not angry with you. I can take a joke, but you know I’m a married woman, and if anyone had seen you.”
“So I’m forgiven?”
“Of course you are.”

With that he swung his arm back around me, and as he said.
“Come-on then lets get that machine of yours sorted.”
He planted his hand firmly around the right cheek of my bottom again.
“Peter!”
“Don’t get excited, no one is going to see me in here.”
And, of course, we were now inside the shop building, so what he said was correct.
“That’s not the point.”
With a lot of meaningless chat back and forth, he walked me the length of the shop, and into the potato shed, with his hand going from one cheek to the other. And once or twice, a crafty stroke in between the two!

Well we were now stood by the dreaded machine, and although I’d been fighting him off, and mildly scolding him for his over amorous attention, this attention had my pussy throbbing wildly in my knickers. As he turned on the motor, the dust once again began to descend in clouds through the rays of sunlight that were managing to penetrate the black and filthy windows. The building was droning with the vibration. Talking wasn’t possible, it was shouting and hand signals from now on.

Well the first hand signal was him ushering me to climb up onto the box. I tried shouting back, “But I thought you were going to do it to save time.”
“What?”
"I thought you were going to do it to save time.”
"What?"
“I thought you were going...”
I gave up; he was obviously playing silly buggers, and pretending not to hear me. So, as I placed one foot up onto the box, and took hold of the side of the machine, the vibrations going through my arms started taking effect. I only paused for a second, to take stock of my feelings, when I felt his hand under my crotch, assisting me to lift my bottom hence right leg up onto the box.

Before I had chance to turn around and give him any kind of reprimand, he was up there on the box with me, his massive torso towering above me. He lent across, and lifted my left ankle, and placed it onto the big lever, then as he brought his hand back, he gave me the thumbs-up sign, as if to say are you ok like that. I nodded, to indicate I was, and he lent across the machine, above me, but his chest was pushing me hard in contact with the machine, and leaning me forwards.

He started pointing, and as he placed the big lump of wood in my hand, it was obvious he was trying to show me where to hit with it. As I’d said, I’d been shown hundreds of times; I just couldn’t make it move. But the wood now slipped from my grip, dropping onto the top of the machine. He picked it up again, but offer it to me as much as he might; my arms were like limp wet rags dangling from my shoulders. My pussy was and inferno of blazing desire and muscular action.

As it pulsed violently, I’m sure it had drawn every drop of strength from all other parts of my body. It was only Peter pushing hard up against my bottom, that prevented me slipping into a heap on the floor. Peter was now beginning to realise something was wrong, and that I couldn’t do anything with his lump of wood. But the lump in his trousers, that I could feel pushing hard into the crack of my bottom, now that was something I could use right now.

But he, of course, wasn’t aware he had a wanton slut in his power. He still was looking on this as a very naughty game he was playing with the vicar’s wife, and probably wondering if he was going to get away with how far he’d gone already. My body was being attacked from all angles, the machines vibration, Peter’s manly bodily contact, and my own desire. But the one that brought my orgasm to a climax was my vivid imagination.

I could feel him ripping the crotch of my jeans, and then pushing his mighty cock deep up inside me. Then as he rammed hard, lifting me right up off the box, I felt his warm spunk inside me. This was the signal my body needed; my pussy started its contractions, and spasmic squirting. At this point I drifted off from reality, into a world of ecstasy.


I came to my senses some minutes later, and I was laid on my back, legs parted. Peter was sat alongside me, and as soon as he saw I'd come to my senses, he said.
“Oh thank god! That frightened me. I thought you were having some kind of fit. Are you ok?”
I immediately began to flail my fists at Peter, raining down a torrent of blows against his face and upper body.
“You bastard! How could you. I trusted you, and thought you were my friend.”
He just sat there looking gob-smacked, and not attempting to defend himself, either verbally, or physically from the blows I was inflicting.

The bell rang, and the expression on Peter’s face, looked like he was now the underdog in a fight, who was being ‘saved by the bell’. He sprang to his feet, and without a word, he was gone, closing the door behind him. I looked down to my crotch, and stared in disbelief. I had to check with my hands. But it was only now, I realised, my jeans were intact. The crotch hadn’t been ripped. They were soaking wet, for at least six inches down the inside of each leg, but I hadn’t been penetrated.

So now I began to feel really guilty, I’d imagined him fucking me, and orgasmed almost in his arms. I guess he’d had to stop me from falling, and lifted me down. But neither my blouse nor jeans showed any signs that anyone had attempted to make any kind of entry. I’d let loose with a tirade of abuse and even physically assaulted him. But he was guilty of nothing more than trying to show me how to get the machine working, even if he was using slightly dubious methods. But these methods were the ones he and all of the other men on the farm had used before, and I’d never even thought them wrong, let alone worried about them.

And worse than any of this was my performance, humping the machine, and collapsing into his arms. And then I can only assume writhing around with legs open whilst I moaned in ecstasy. Now he was out there serving the customers I was paid to serve, after I’d beaten him with all my might, for no reason at all. I dreaded him coming back, and I sat there, legs now closed, watching the door.

It opened, and he just pushed his head around it.
“Can I come in?”
”Oh Peter, what can I say? Come here. I’m so sorry.”
By the time he’d taken two steps into the shed, I had dashed across to intercept him. I reached my hands up high, placing them on the back of his neck, and attempting to pull him down to my face. He at first wondered what was going on, but realised it wasn’t another abusive outburst, and let his face meet mine. I smothered his face with kisses.

“Enough. Shirley enough. What’s happening to you?”
“Oh peter I’m so sorry. I can’t explain. I’ve been so wicked. Please promise you won't tell anyone.”
“Enough Shirley, come and sit down. Tell me what the hell is going on.”
“Oh god Peter. I feel so ashamed.”
“You mean your cuming like that?”
“Yes. I'm so sorry. You must think I’m disgusting.”

“Can I tell you what I really think?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just that, do you really want to know what I think about you doing that?”
“I’m not sure I do. But, if you’re already thinking whatever it is, I guess I’d be better off knowing what it is.”
“Well, and I don’t mean to be rude to your old man, sorry, I mean the vicar. But if a girl is that highly strung, it’s a sign she isn’t getting enough. It don’t matter if you’re talking women, bitches, mares, or any other animal. It’s either not regular enough, or the equipment he’s using ain’t big enough to do the job.”

I was stunned, and at a loss for words, I just sat there looking into his eyes. Peter broke the silence.
“Well, am I right?”
“I I it’s not that simple.”
“Shirley love, I’ve worked this farm all my life. I know you’ve got an education, but some things in life don’t need a degree to workout. I know it don’t sound romantic, and you ladies don’t like being compared to dogs. But a bitch on heat is a bitch on heat, and we both know, that orgasm you just had ain’t gonna stop your craving. So which is it, the vicar isn’t servicing you regular enough, or he ain’t got the right tool for the job?”

“I really don’t think we should be talking like this. Please, I’m so sorry I went berserk at you earlier, that was very wrong of me. And I’m sorry I embarrassed you and humiliated myself. But my private life with my husband is just that, private. I’m going to have to go home to get changed, I’ll understand if you tell me you don’t want me to come back.”
“It’s up to you, if you want to take the rest of the day off, then you stop at home and rest.”

“No, I didn’t mean take the rest of the day off, I meant if you felt you didn’t want me to work here any more.”
“What? You mean you want to leave us?”
“Well no, I behaved unforgivably. I thought the other way around; you might want to sack me.”
“Don’t talk like a pudding, sack you never. Given half a chance, I'd give you the fucking you need, but less said about that the better."
"Please Peter; you frighten me when you talk like that."
"Ok girl don't fret, I'll not touch you unless you ask me to. And, we’d not sack you just because your husband isn’t doing his job properly. You get off home, and if you feel ok, come straight back, otherwise, we’ll see you in the morning.”
I dashed towards him, and gave him a big kiss on his forehead.
“Thank-you. I really do owe you a lot.”

I was soon in my car on my way home, all the way thinking about his simple analysis of my condition. Could he be right? It couldn't be the need for a regular fucking; I'd had more this weekend than most women get in a lifetime. That only left the size of Michael's cock! Well I was now at home, and I had a quick shower. Then I did something totally out of character, I took a big cardboard box from the bottom of my wardrobe. I started spreading the packets, boxes and loose garments all around our bed; so that I could see them all, and choose which one I wanted to wear.

What are these garments, where did I get them, and why are they in my wardrobe? My brother is two years older than me, and for some reason, our family piety, skipped him totally. He was going around with girls whilst he was still at school, and it wouldn't surprise me if he hadn’t lost his virginity before he’d left. Well from my sixteenth birthday, the first day of legal sex in the UK, and on every subsequent birthday, he bought me sexy underwear. It had gone on right through my uni years, and continued to this day. So much so, even my parents used to think of it as a harmless family joke.

But I only ever wore knickers and bras that were functional and covered up properly. That didn’t mean they couldn’t be pretty, but never skimpy or frivolous. So I had this big box full of unopened lingerie of all kinds and colours. Now for some reason I couldn’t explain, either to myself, or to anyone else if they’d asked, I was sorting through them. I selected a very pretty white lace bra and panties set.

I put them on, and stood in front of the full length wardrobe mirror, turning from side to side. My public hair was untouched, and grew quite wild, so it was visible on either side of the lace material. The cut of the panties meant my legs looked longer than I’d ever seen them.
“Yes. That’ll do.”
There was nobody else in the room, but I still said the words out aloud, maybe just to convince myself I was actually doing this.

I put on one of my normal flared skirts, and cotton blouse, and then I was ready. Oh hang on, I looked around, found a second bra and panties set, just as skimpy, another skirt and also a blouse, and put them all into a bag as spares. Well you never know. I then put all the underwear back into the box, and the box back into the wardrobe.

So looking no different to normal, but definitely feeling like a tart at the very least, I set off in my car, with a spare set of clothing, just in case. I arrived back at the farm at about one o’clock, normally our busiest time. But in all my years working there, I’d never seen the place so crowded. I couldn’t even get my car into the yard; I had to park with some of the other customers cars out in the lane.

As I walked into the shop Peter called,
“I'm glad to see you.”
The next two hours were mayhem, even people who didn’t know me, but who just knew that I worked at this farm had come along to buy food, but mainly to get the full story first hand. It was like being a kind of minor celebrity. When the rush eventually dwindled, Peter said.
“Dad’ll be pleased. By my reckoning; we’ve about doubled our takings today.”

“Don’t suppose you can push the old man over the edge again next weekend?”
“Peter!"
I scolded, as I pushed him away with my open palm on his shoulder,
"That’s wicked.”
Even though, I have to admit I had a slight smile on my face at the same time.
“Whelll. You can't blame me. Trades picked-up and I’ve never seen you looking so... Well you know, vivacious and beaming. It’s like one of those tricks they play when the twin sister turns up for work.”
“Am I really different?”
“Are you kidding me? Today is the first time I’ve ever seen you in jeans. Then there was that other thing. And now, them panties.”

“Panties, what do you mean?”
“You’ve never worn skimpy knickers like them before.”
“How on earth do you know what my knickers look like?”
“You really don’t know?”
“No. I’m not wearing a short skirt, and I haven’t climbed any ladders.”
“But the material of your skirt is so thin, and when you bend down it clings to you, showing the outline of your knickers. And then when you pass the open doorway and you’re silhouetted against the sun, it is the most glorious site.”

“And just because the underwear I’ve got on is different to the style I normally wear, you think that means I’ve changed in some way?”
“No. Not just the underwear.”
“Well what else?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m being rude.”
“Go on say it.”
“You’re on heat.”
I coloured up instantly,

“Why do you say that?”
“Because it’s true.”
“That’s not really a nice thing to say.”
“I said you’d think I was being rude, but I’m not. You are on heat, even if you are the vicar's wife.”
“What makes you think that about me?”
“I smelt it first thing this morning, down by the stables. At first I thought I’d caught a whiff of the mare, she’s begging for it. But then I noticed it was a different scent. Its no wonder that old man tried to feel you up this morning, I bet you were driving him wild.”

I felt so humiliated, he could smell me! And to make me feel worse, every word he said was true.
“I don’t know what to say, I had a shower before I came back to work.”
“Do you really think if I chucked a bucket of water at the mares arse, the old stallion would loose interest?”
I didn’t answer.
“No, of course he wouldn’t. She wants it, and until she’s had it, her fanny will be sending invitations to anyone who’s interested. Now you may be fussier than her, but until you let someone ease that aching for you, you’ll be sending signals to every man with a pair of working bollocks.”

“What can I do?”
Suddenly the bloody bell started ringing.
“You can serve them for a start. I think you've done more than enough to screw my day up.”
And with that he stormed off out of the shop. I served the lady that had just arrived, and two more before I was once again alone in the shop, and unoccupied. At this point, I knew my next task should be back to the potatoes, but I felt I couldn’t pluck up the courage to face Peter. So I went into the potato shed by myself.

I looked all around and found a long wooden pole, and then after turning the motor on, I got as far over to the right of the machine as possible, and began poking and prodding the pivot pin. But being as there was nobody pushing the lever at the same time, it had no effect. I had to make up my mind what to do next. Option one, was climb onto the machine and get aroused, and probably still not succeed in getting it working. Two, I could find Peter, and maybe go through a repeat of my earlier humiliation. Or three, which would still require finding Peter, but then try to persuade him to start the machine for me.

The last of these three options was my preferred choice, so off I went looking for him. As the last place I’d seen him was the stables, that is where I headed first. As I approached the building; I could hear animal noises coming from within. There were snorting sounds, hooves clacking on the stone floor, and lots of very hard panting and kind of wet squelching. I kind of knew before I got up to the door, what I was about to see when I got inside.

As I opened the door, my premonition had been correct. I stood there in the open doorway, watching the big stallion ramming that two foot long monster cock up inside the mare. She was tethered to a post, and had no way of avoiding his onslaught, not that I think she would have done, even if let loose.
“Come in if you’re coming, and get the bloody door shut.”
And as Peter said this, he pulled me by my wrist, and with his other hand he pulled the door shut behind me.

“Come back here out of his reach, he’s too busy seeing to her to worry about who he tramples under him.”
As he was saying this to me, he pulled me back up against himself, as he stood to the side of the mating animals, with his back against the wall. He held me tightly to him with his hand on my tummy, and I immediately felt his cock hardening, as it lay in the crevice of my bum. This hand was big, and the fingers long, the ends of them forming a semi-circle that encircled my bushy mound. I was sure he must be able to detect the turmoil that was going on in my tummy, as my arousal once again began to build.

I watched in amazement, as the stallion pumped his cum deep into her, and then his enormous cock just flopped out, followed by a gallon of cum that gushed from her pussy.
“Good lad. Good lad. That'll keep her happy for a while.”
As he spoke, he pulled me back to the wall, and he sidestepped past me, and took hold of the stallion’s reigns. He led him back to his stall, and then did the same with the mare.

As he approached where I was still stood against the wall, he put both his hands above me on the wall, and pushed his hips forwards, bringing his bulging trousers into contact with my lower tummy.
“Well?”
“Please Peter.”
“Please what? Please give me the same.”
“No, please. I’m married.”
“But you want it.”
“Don’t do this to me, I’m begging you.”

He launched himself off the wall, turned away from me, picked up a bucket from the floor, and flung it at the end wall of the stable.
It hit the wall and ricocheted around the floor making a deafening clatter.
“Peter; please don’t be angry.”
“Angry? I’m past angry. You fucking stand there, your pussy begging to be fucked. You’ve got my cock rock hard, and my balls about to burst. If you didn’t want fucking, why the fucking hell after what we talked about earlier, did you come down here where you knew I’d be?”

“I I Came to ask you to help me.”
“But you know I told you you’re driving me crazy, for gods sake, I’m only human. And after telling me this morning how much you owed me, you come down here, rub your rump onto my cock, and then say, ‘OH please don’t, I’m married’. Well married or not, getting me so worked up and then just walking away. Surely that can’t be Christian behaviour?”

I felt so guilty, I knew he was at least partly right, I was to blame for getting him so worked up, but even though I felt guilty, I couldn’t voluntarily let him fuck me.
“I’m sorry but I’m...”
He didn’t let me finish.
“Married. Yes I fucking know that. But ten minutes in the back of the empty stall is all I want. I’ll start your fucking machine and even bag the bloody spuds for you, just give me ten minutes.”

“If I come into the stall, and relieve you, would that be good enough?”
“Relieve me? What the fuck does that mean? A blow job?”
“Well I was thinking of just using my hands.”
”But if I say a blow job is what is needed. Will you do it?”
“I guess so. But you have to promise this is the one and only time you ever ask me. And you won't breathe a word to anyone, not your brother, dad or anyone.”
“I promise I won't breathe a word, but I can't promise not to get turned on by you again. That's up to you. You've got to get yourself sorted out, and stop begging for it, then I’ll not bother you.”

“Do we have to do it in here?”
“Why? Where do you want to do it?”
“I don’t know. It just seams so; I don’t’ know, kinda' smelly, and unromantic.”
“What you want romance now?”
“Please Peter, don’t be coarse. This really is a big thing for me. If I do this for you, I'll be going against everything I've ever believed in. And that includes breaking my marriage vows.”
“Ok Shirley. If it's so important to you, you tell me where you want us to go. My bed room, or in that potato shed with you up against the machine?”
“No forget it. It doesn’t matter, I just thought...”
“What about if I take you up into the roof of the hay barn? We won't get disturbed up there. And from up there, you’ll get a view and a lovely cool breeze?”
“Ok, I suppose that's as good as anywhere.”

Next second the bloody bell rang again.
“Shit!”
“Now Shirley, I’ve never heard you swear like you’re doing today. Just go and serve them, and I’ll be waiting for you in the barn.”
I walked up the yard, my pussy throbbing wildly, and these panties not really wide or thick enough to soak-up the juices it was producing. It was a lady customer, and as I’d expected she didn’t want to buy much, it was more just a gossip she wanted. I cut her as short as I dare without being rude, and then I walked briskly through the yard, and across to the barn.

By the time I got there, I was almost breaking into a trot, and as I walked in through the big open doors, Peter appeared from out of the shadows, and took me up into his arms. He carried me with one arm around my back, and his other under my knees. He clambered from hay bale to bale, and in seconds he was walking along the flat top of the stack, right up high in the roof.

As he lowered me to my feet and stood behind me, he asked.
“Well, was I right about the view?”
“Oh Peter, it's wonderful up here.”
Then as I turned around, he was stood there naked, his cock in his hand, big and animalistic. He lowered himself back into a sitting position, taking hold of my hand, and pulling me down with him. Then he lay flat on his back, and with me knelt at his side, he put one of his big hands on the back of my neck, and directed my head down to his cock.

I didn’t fight it; I just let him kind of lead me. As his big bell end approached my lips, I opened my mouth. God was this cock big. I slid my mouth over it, gliding up and down his length, and within seconds he was probing my throat. My body was again in flames, and as I felt his hands undoing my blouse and then bra, I knew things would only get more intense. As my bra dangled loose, his hands roughly mauled my breasts, and plucked at my nipples. As before, no matter where the stimulation is generated, it all sends its concentrated exhilaration down into my pussy.

Just as I was beginning to think my nipples were about to burst, I realised his hands had now moved on, and were applying the attention elsewhere. At first I wondered where or what they were doing, then as I felt my skirt coming over my hips, and down my legs to meet my knees on the hay, I almost tried to stop him. But as I began to lift my head, a hand pulled it back firmly onto his cock, and his thrusting was attempting to ram it into my throat. But a cock that fat could only just enter my throat an inch at most.

And while my attention was concentrating on the cock trying to fill my throat, he single-handedly lifted me by my tummy out of my skirt, and lowered me back down on top of himself. As my knees landed one to his left side, and one on his chest, I instinctively lifted the one from his chest, and spread myself astride his head. It only took one swift tug with his fingers to pull the gusset of these scanty panties to one side, and then he had my pussy within his reach.

As his tongue made contact with my pussy, I heaved myself down onto him, and he latched onto my pussy, sucking and licking for all he was worth. So here we were, me humping as hard as I could, with him gripping my hips, and his head going up and down with me. Whilst at the other end, he was humping like crazy, and try as I might to take his cock into my throat, the force of it was pushing my head back and forth like the head on a rag doll.

This action was very short-lived, and in no more than three or four minutes, he was cuming in a series of jerks into my throat. I never got the chance to taste his cum; it was injected straight into my stomach. But I had not yet reached the point of orgasm; maybe it was the initial fear that had delayed my build-up, or just him being so worked up, he'd cum prematurely. But as his cock softened in my mouth, I tasted his cum as it slid out over my tongue and from my lips. He immediately turned me over, so he was now on top, and his face buried itself into my pussy. So, even though he’d had his satisfaction, he was still working my pussy, to bring me to mine.

I remember thinking how wonderful it would be if my Michael did this for me, instead of just rolling over once he’d shot his cum. I had my legs stretched as wide as I could manage, not because he was pulling them, but because I wanted him to be able to get his tongue as deep as possible. Then without warning, he turned around, and he was now facing up towards me, his head still down in between my legs. But now his hands took hold of my legs under the backs of my knees, and he lifted them right up alongside my body, lifting my bottom up for his tongue to excite.

At first I kind of thought it slightly improper, but as soon as his licking started, it re-kindled the feelings the fingering and licking Ian had given me a few days ago. As he licked and poked his tongue up my bottom, I could feel my pussy pulsing wildly. It wanted filling, and it wanted it badly. Then Peter let go of my legs, and I let them fall splayed open.

He lowered himself on top of me, his face above my tits, and he began to suck from one nipple to the other and back. My hips were giving the spasmodic heaving, as the pulses drove down to my pussy. I felt the big head of his cock sliding along my pussy slit, and it slipped up over my mound and lay on my tummy. He pressed himself down onto me. Then lifted his weight back off. As his weight came off I heaved my pussy up past the end of his cock, and heaved down. It slipped along my slit, going in the opposite direction to last time. As it reached my hole, my pussy almost swallowed it in one gulp.

Then as he thrust, I felt my pussy walls stretching wide, but the stretching kept going right up deep inside me. It was like it was inflating my tummy, and he didn’t back-off until his balls crashed into my crotch.
“Oh yes! Peter fuck me! Oh god I love you. Fuck it. Yes deep. Oh peter more.”
Well I guess you’ve heard the kind of silly things we girls say when we are enjoying a good fucking, and I guess I said them all, and not just in a quiet voice. I won't say I was screaming at the top of my voice, but I was certainly making a fair old noise.

As my arousal got more intense, so did my vocalisation and physical response to the brutish shafting he was giving my pussy. The harder he pounded me, the greater the intensity of my arousal. As he fucked my pussy; his mouth was not just nibbling gently on my nipples, but was now biting and pulling. This rough treatment was driving me wild. I was now in my world of ecstasy where reality and imagination begin to mingle and mix into an indistinguishable illusion.

With the heat of the day, and all this exertion, both our bodies were sweating profusely, and my eyes had long since closed to avoid the stinging perspiration. My hair was stuck to my wet face, and I’d guess I looked a mess. His pace changed, he now eased his cock in a slow long thrusting, using every inch of his massive shaft to penetrate deep into my pussy. Still fucking me long and deliberately, I felt his fingers gently combing my locks of hair from my face, and uncovering my forehead. He gently wiped across it removing the sweaty beads, and began to kiss it. From my forehead, his kisses floated across my cheeks, and caressed my lips as he nuzzled into the nape of my neck.

How could this man be so wonderful, one minute fucking me so powerfully; like he was the big black stallion I watched earlier in the stable. The next, caressing my face and hair, and kissing me so gently. Then back to an animalistic ravishing of my tits, ripping at my nipples. This contrasting stimulation was driving me totally wild. Then I heard Peter's voice, and even in my trancelike state, when I heard Brian answer, I began to realise something was not as I’d thought. And from Peter’s questions, I guess he’d only just realised as well.

“Brian, what are you doing?”
“I’m just warming up and waiting my turn.”
“No just go, before she realises you’re here.”
“Don’t be so fucking silly. You’re getting your share, I want mine.”
I opened my eyes to find Brian‘s face directly in front of mine.
“Ah, so you aren’t asleep.”
And with that he planted a kiss on my lips, preventing me from answering him.

Peter had almost stopped, and was propping himself up on his hands.
“Look Brian. Just fuckoff. I’ve only just got her going, if you start fucking about, she’ll go off the boil, and neither of us’ll get a fuck.”
“Well don’t let her then, you get back to ramming her cunt, and I’ll keep her face occupied.”
I tried to have my say.
“Please Peter, Brian no. Don’t do this to me.”
”Stop your bleating woman, once he gets his cock back up your cunt, you’ll soon start begging for more.”

And as he said that he brought his big fat cock up to my lips, preventing me from protesting, and Peter just re-started ramming me. And even though I at first wanted to protest, Brian was right, within a few penetrations of Peter’s wonderful cock, I was riding him hard, and sucking Brian. It wasn’t too long before I detected Peters jerking motion, and I knew he was pumping his cum deep up inside me. But being as my arousal had been almost halted by the surprise arrival of Brian, I didn’t manage to cum with him.

But that wasn't to say I'd gone off the boil completely, on the contrary, I was well and truly on my way to an orgasm. So as he moved over, and Brian moved into position, I showed no sign of resistance. Brian gripped my waist, and his cock touched my pussy lips, I heaved myself onto him. As he rammed himself deep up inside me, I heard him say to Peter in a smug voice.
“See brother, I told you the bitch would fuck for both of us. You didn’t think you’d got something special I hadn’t got did you?”
Peter didn’t answer Brian, but knelt down by my head, and caressed my forehead.
“You’ll be ok Shirl; it’ll not do you any harm, just go with him.”
I didn’t answer; I was too busy fucking Brian. It was like I didn't want Brian to think he'd got the better of me. I wanted him to know he wasn't fucking me; but that I was fucking him.

“Fuck me harder. Come on. Fuck me. Harder. Come on fuck me like Peter.”
That was the spark that set-off the fireworks. I guess I knew what I’d said, and why, and Brian reacted violently. He fucked me like he was trying to smash down a brick building with a jack hammer, crashing his balls into my crotch. But I just heaved hard to meet him, deliberately giving as good as I got, not wanting him to think he’d got the better of me.

Well when he began to cum, my pussy went crazy, gripping his cock and then squirting cum out in alternating spasms. He pumped his cum up me for a good half minute, but I carried on long after he pulled out. When I came to my normal senses, Peter was first to ask.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes. A bit week and wobbly, but I’m ok.”
“Sorry about Brian, I guess you made a bit more noise than I expected you to. I really thought we’d be safe up here. But I’m sure he’ll keep our secret, and you got the good seeing-to I said you needed.”

Well that was one thing he got right, I certainly got a good seeing-to, just these two men on their own, have satisfied me more than all four of those mountain rescue men did during any of their sessions over the weekend. And I can tell you something else; both of them are like the continental Lager they advertise on TV, they reached parts of me, that nobody else has ever reached. So although my original intention was to just satisfy Peter; to re-pay his kindness and maybe keep him from getting over amorous, they’d now satisfied that aching that had been deep inside my pussy since Michael left me unfulfilled last night.

Although I hadn’t planned for this to happen, I couldn’t lay the blame for what had just happened at Peter’s door. I realise now part of Peter’s analysis of my condition must be fairly accurate, and it was me who allowed the situation to get out of control, even if it wasn’t intentional.

Peter had pulled his trousers back on, but Brian was still flat-out on his back, his big soft cock laid across the tops of his legs. I began to use handfuls of the soft hay to wipe myself down in preparation to putting my skirt and blouse back on again. Through all the fucking I’d just received, my panties had stopped on, with just the narrow gusset pulled to one side. I straightened them up, and reached for my bra. Then with panties and bra sorted, I got to my feet, and walked over to where my skirt had been thrown.

Brian looked across.
“Ok Shirley. What was all that about?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb. Little miss prim and proper, the only girl over twenty in the whole of Yorkshire who walked down the isle as a virgin. And as far as we could see still gave every sign of still being one some three months after being wed. And now you’re taking cock and using brothel-talk as crudely as any pro you’d find in a dockside pub in Hull.”

“It’s just clicked, is this change something to do with what happened to you this weekend,” asked Peter.
“Why? What happened to her this weekend?”
“Her Michael fell down a rock face on Saturday, and he had to be brought down by rescue men in a stretcher. So while he spent Saturday night in hospital, I guess Shirley was on her own.”

“Come-on then Shirley, tell us what happened,” said Brian.
“Nothing happened, Michael fell, and these men went up and rescued him. That's all.”
“Now Shirley, we’ve both known you for a lot of years now, and even if Brian was a bit crude with his summing-up, you have to admit he was pretty damn accurate. I knew you were on heat, but for the life of me I couldn’t understand why. It must have been something to do with what happened this weekend; you weren’t like this last week.”

“Please, don’t keep going on. I can't tell you. And please, I’m begging you; don’t breathe a word about what we’ve just been doing to anyone.”
“You know we wouldn’t tell a sole, would we Pete?”
“She knows that. But if you only tell us what’s happened, maybe we could do something to help you. But if you want to keep it to yourself, that’s your choice. But next time you’re on heat don’t leave it so long, no need to feel embarrassed, just tip us the wink.”

“Oh no, it won't happen again, I feel so ashamed.”
“Don’t be silly, as Pete said don’t leave it so long next time, you never know who will take advantage. At least with us, you know we’ll keep your secret.”
“Ok, thank you. But I really don’t think it’ll happen again. Now by the sound of the bells in the yard, I think we must have a queue of customers a mile long.”
“Well I promised I’d bag some spuds, so I’d better get on and do some, or dad’ll wonder what our Shirley has been playing at all day. And if the number of customers is anything like it was at dinnertime, you’d better help Shirley to serve them.”

“Well I guess that’s not much to ask in return for the fucking she just gave me.”
“Come-on Brian, there’s no need to make her feel uncomfortable.”
“I guess your right, sorry shirl; I didn't mean that nasty like.”
With my head bowed down in shame, I replied.
"No Brian, I'm the one who should be ashamed. You were right; I did go a bit wild."
He lifted my chin with his outstretched fingers, and planted a soft kiss on my lips, and said.
"Never mind who fucked who, thank you love. That was the best I've ever known."
Then as he walked away, Peter walked up, and lifted my chin in the same manner, and his kiss was longer, and more intense, we even mingled tongues.
“Thank you. He wasn’t exaggerating, you are exceptional.”

Well with that, we left the barn, at first, with one of them either side of me, arms around my back, and both of them with hands on my bottom. I felt such an inner glow, not just as a result of the fucking, but enhanced by their wonderful comments. Then as we left the barn, and walked out into the yard, as I’d expected from the number of times I’d heard the bell ringing, there was a yard full of cars. So they let me walk ahead lest anyone should see then getting too familiar. But all the way back up to the farm shop I could feel their eyes burning into my bottom as they watched my every footstep intently.

When I arrived at the shop doorway, there was a queue of customers waiting. We all three started to serve them, but as the queue began to shorten, Peter went into the potato shed and began the bagging, so his dad wouldn’t wonder what I’d been doing all day. Brian and I carried on serving, and the customers kept coming. I’m sure we served as many in this one day as I’d normally serve in a week. And I’m also sure, Brian brushed himself up against my bottom deliberately as he passed behind me, more times than I could count. Nothing came of any of these fleeting caresses, and I don’t think any of the customers noticed anything, but my pussy sure did.

Five o’clock, which was Finishing time, came and went, and we still had customers arriving. As I knew the farmer Mr Holmes would want to take advantage of this, I phoned Michael and let him know I’d be late home, and then carried on serving. Mr Holmes (his first name was Brian the same as his son, but I always called him Mr Holmes) arrived back in the yard around six thirty, and by now we were down to only one or two people to serve. He was amazed to see me still here, and when he looked at the till receipts, his smile was almost ear to ear. 

He left me to serve the last few people while he talked to Brian. While I was serving, I could hear Brian telling him all about my weekend (or at least the version that had been printed in the paper), and about how my being in the paper had boosted trade. Then Peter came in from the potato shed to join them, and as all three of them left the shop to go up to the farmhouse, Mr Holmes said.
“When you’ve finished serving the last few people, lock-up, and then come up to the house to see me before you go home.”

I finished serving, locked up and made my way up to the house, wondering just what he wanted to see me about. Mr Holmes lived in the house with his two sons; his wife had died some ten or more years ago. When I knocked on the door, Peter opened it.
“Come in. Dads in the front room, you go on through.”
When I walked in, both Brian and his dad were watching TV, but as soon as Mr Holmes saw me, he clicked the remote shutting the TV off, and then turning to Brian.

“Can you go and find something to keep yourself busy, I’ve got to talk to Shirley in private.”
Brian left without comment, and closed the door behind him as he went.
“Come on love, sit yourself down. Can I get you something to drink or eat before we start?”
“No thank you.”
I was now very curious to know what he wanted to talk to me about. Had peter told him about me and that machine? Or had Peter or Brian told him about the goings-on in the barn?

“Don’t look so worried my dear, I’ve only asked you here to see if I can help you.”
“Help me? Help me with what?”
“Don’t you remember me giving you those maps?”
Yes, come to think of it, he had given me some maps when Michael and I first began our fell walking. Maps of recognised walks and climbing locations.
“Yes, thank you. We’ve used them a few times, they were handy. But...”

“The reason I had them in the first place, was because I used to be a keen climber in my younger days, and although I no longer have any use for them, I’m still a member of the climbing club; in fact I’m one of only two of the original members. And it was lads from our club that came to your Michael’s rescue this weekend.”
As he was talking it began to dawn on me he must know what kind of thing those ‘rescuers’ got up to whenever they encountered helpless females. And as I became alerted to his awareness I must have began to colour-up bright red.

“Now now my dear, don’t go getting all worked-up. I can guess what you’ve been put through, and I can only apologise. But believe me; I will do my best to put things right for you.”
“Please Mr Holmes; I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I can understand how you feel. Well me'be I can't, but I know how I’d feel if you were my daughter. You know, I sometimes look on you as the daughter we never had.”

“I know you’ll think I’m as bad as those men who helped your Michael, but at least let me explain.”
He went on to tell me how he and a few other climbers many years ago, set-up this club. Then as some of them got experienced, they set-up their voluntary rescue team, and it was originally just that; a genuine rescue force. But about five years ago, on advice from a central England rescue body, they were advised to adopt the nanny-cam procedure, following a case of improper conduct brought against a rescue member in Wales.

This they did, and on only the second time of using it, completely unintentionally, the woman got aroused, not to the point of orgasm, but enough to plant the seed of a devious idea in one of the medics heads. Apparently he played the video back to club members. And five years ago, the membership was down to fifteen in total, and the club was in danger of disbanding due to lack of interest. Well the ten or so members that were present when the video was played, all got pretty worked-up watching this girl in the video, and someone suggested sending her a letter, suggesting she could come to the club to collect her video, and adding if she didn’t, maybe they’d pass it on to her boyfriends work-mates.

It was obvious blackmail, knowing she wouldn’t want her boyfriend to find out about her getting worked-up whilst being examined by a medic, especially finding out from his work-mates, who’d seen her on screen. But it was worded so they could just say; they meant they’d return it to her via the work-mates and then the boyfriend. Well needless to say the poor girl arrived at the club some nights later, and was ‘taken advantage of’ as Mr Holmes put it, by the thirteen men who were present. She then witnessed her tape being smashed into pieces, and she left, never to be bothered again.

Mr Holmes says he only found out what had happened some time later, and by then, two more ladies had been compromised. And both of these were being forced to attend the club once a week each, and were being ‘taken advantage of’ by all members that were present. And by now the membership had risen by five. He said he tried to stop the practice, but couldn’t bring himself to Welch on these men to the police. Especially as some of them had been involved in a rescue some time in the past, that had saved his life. So he managed to get them to agree to a kind of compromise. A set of rules was drawn-up, the most important of which was to limit the number of times anyone is called to the club to once only.

There was also a rule that if any family member ever got involved, they’d automatically be excluded, but as he said even though he looked on me as a daughter, he couldn’t get me excluded using that rule. So he explained, that he had done as much as he could to try to protect the women who his friends ensnared in their traps, but he hadn’t actually prevented them carrying on with their wicked amusement. He begged me not to think too badly of him, saying his only alternative would be to turn traitor to his once friends.

He then assured me he would be going along to the club tonight to see exactly what sordid video of me they had, and try to prevent me being brought back to the club like all the other ladies had been, and hence prevent me being gang raped. He asked me to tell him in detail everything that had taken place on the weekend, as he said the more he knew, the more chance there would be of him being able to negotiate on my behalf. And even though the whole episode made me cringe with embarrassment, I knew he'd be seeing the video and talking with the men who’d fucked me, so I did as he’d asked, telling him every sordid detail, even telling him how my own body had connived against me, making me putty in their hands.

So off home I went, some three hours later than normal, to see my Michael and find out what kind of day he’d had. Not that I was about to tell him anything about mine! Well it seems the vicar Michael works for, had been in contact with the bishop of the diocese, and the pair of them had seized upon Michael's unfortunate accident as a means to get publicity, and maybe hold some kind of event to raise money for the Bell Tower restoration fund. The up-shot of all this, was that next Saturday, there would be an ‘Abseil From The Bell Tower’ event held at the church.

They’d contacted the members of the rescue team, and they were willing to organise it, with all monies made being split 50/50 between the church and the rescue team. Their idea was to haul people to the top of the bell tower on the outside of the building, using a rope chairlift. Then once safely onto the bell tower parapet, they would be put into a harness, and with a skilled climber accompanying them, they would be allowed to abseil down the tower wall. For this dubious privilege, they would pay five pounds (about eight dollars).

Well all this simply washed over me, my head was still wondering what was actually going on at this moment at the climbing club. But then Michael said something that focused my attention, and sent a chill through my body.
“The vicar and bishop will both be there, and they want me to bring you along as well.”
“Me? Why? Surely I’m nothing to do with this? And I really don’t want to meet those men again.”
“I’m sorry, but they’re trying to make as much of this as possible, and they’ve contacted the local TV people. It was them who suggested you should be there. You know what TV shows are like, they have to have a token woman in the program, even if the item is all about men doing mountain rescue, and vicars trying to refurbish bell towers.”

“Please Michael, make some excuse, I don’t think I could go there, especially if the men from the climbing club are the same ones that rescued you.”
“Well those four men will certainly be there, but there might be a few more as well. And as for you not going, I’ll tell the vicar you have made other plans, but he won't be pleased.”
“I’m sorry Michael, but at this moment, pleasing your boss doesn’t come very high on my list of priorities.”

Well with that, we both sat down and had the very late meal I’d just prepared whilst we’d been talking. Once we'd finished the meal, and I'd cleared everything away and washed-up, I was about to put the TV on, to try to calm myself down.
“Don’t bother with the TV, I think with all that’s gone on today, and this ankle of mine throbbing, I’m going to go up now and have an early night.”
“Ok darling, but its only nine o’clock, I think I’ll just watch TV for an hour before I come up.”
“I was hoping you’d come up with me.”

His words were asking, but his look was an instruction. I guess I could have made something of it, but like the dutiful wife, I just turned the TV back off, and followed him up the stairs. It was daylight, and even with the bedroom curtains drawn, the bedroom was light. So if I’d stripped in-front of him, he’d notice the sexy knickers I was wearing, and this might raise questions, so I took my nightdress into the bathroom with me, and when I came out I just slipped my used clothes into the wash basket.

As I slipped into bed alongside him, he said.
“It’s been a hot day today.”
A very weird remark to make, especially after almost instructing me to come to bed so he could fuck me!
“Yes, it was sweltering working in those farm buildings.”
“Wouldn’t you feel cooler without your nightdress?”
This was definitely not the Michael I knew. He’d never seen me naked, well not until last Saturday when those men were fucking me!

I was about to slip it off without making any comment, but then the devil began to play with my mind, and I thought I’d try teasing him.
“If you’re too hot, I can go and sleep in the spare room, if that’ll let you get a better night’s sleep.”
“No, I didn’t mean I’m feeling hot. I just thought maybe you’d be more comfortable.”
I began to slip out of bed.

“Where are you going? I said there was no need for you to go to the spare room.”
As I walked across and stood by my wardrobe so that he could get a full view of me.
“Don’t worry. I don’t want to just drop my nightdress on the floor and have it getting all creased up.”
And with that I stood there and slipped it off, revealing myself in total nakedness. I took my time putting the nightdress into the wardrobe, and then turned to face him.

“Is that what you wanted to see?”
“Shirley! My god woman! Why are you behaving like this? Get into bed quickly.
“But Michael, there’s only us two here, and you’re the one that wanted me naked.”
I’d made my way back to the bed, and taking him by surprise, with one swift whoosh I pulled the light quilt from the bed, and it floated across the room and landed over by the windows.

For just a split second, he lay there, naked, his hands encircling his rock hard cock as it stood to attention pointing to the ceiling.
“God woman! Have you gone mad?”
He turned to one side, trying to conceal his erection from my view, but his movements were still hampered by the strapped-up ankle and I guess the pain it gave him when he moved quickly. But I wasn't, I moved quickly, and in seconds I was on the bed, stood with my legs astride him, presenting him with a view of my pussy.

“For gods sake Shirley get down.”
And with that he reached up and as he took hold of my hand he jerked me down onto the bed. I fell in a heap alongside him, and he rolled over, so he was now propping himself up on one arm, and leaning above me.
“Look here Shirley, you’ve got to stop this silly behaviour. I know last weekend was a trauma for you, but it’s about time you started to get yourself back to normal. I’ll say prayers for you, and it wouldn’t hurt for you to do some praying yourself, before you loose all sense of morals and decency.”

Then he got off the bed, and hobbled across to retrieve the quilt which he then spread across the bed, covering me up. He then got back into bed, and as he slid under the quilt he placed his arm around me.
“Now come on, let’s do it like decent folk, with a sense of decorum.”
I didn’t speak, and in truth I was on the point of laughing at his stupid pious attitude. He didn’t say anymore, he just mounted me, and began his manic thrashing. And as I’d expected, it lasted no more than a couple of minutes, before his gasping and moaning signified he’d had his satisfaction. Then as before he just rolled off me, and within minutes he was snoring.

I got up, showered, and sat in the bathroom, legs open and my fingers working my clit. This was my first try at getting myself off, and though not anything special, it was certainly better than laying in bed feeling frustrated. So next morning I once again sorted out a pair of sexy panties to wear, and I still had my spare panties in my bag. I also sorted out a spare pair of my normal cotton knickers, just in case I needed to make myself look decent for some reason.

As I left for work, I said goodbye to Michael who was still in bed, and I arrived at the farm by eight o’clock. As I approached the shop, I could see someone had already unlocked the door. When I looked inside, there was Mrs Miller, a lady aged about fifty from the nearby village. She only normally served on weekends, or when I took my holidays.
“Hello, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Ah! Shirley my dear. I was waiting for you to arrive, Mr Holmes phoned me last night, and said he would be going out on some business trip today, and as he needed to take you along with him, he wanted me to come and look after the shop, so here I am. He said to send you up to the house when you arrive.”
“Well I can’t imagine why he needs me, but I guess I’d better go and find out. See you later.”

That was a lie, I could imagine why he wanted me, I assumed he’d got something sorted out last night at the club. I was knocking at the back door, he opened it.
“Come in love, let’s go into the parlour. That’s it sit yourself down. Right my dear, I haven’t managed to get you off scot-free, but I’ve got the best deal I can for you.”
“Thank you.”

“Well let’s not get into the thank you business yet, I haven’t told you what they are asking for. They seem to be saying you’re a bit special, the performance you give when you cum.”
I coloured up, and put my hands up to cover my face.
“Sorry Shirley, I know it sounds vulgar of me, but it's the way the lads were all raving about you. And I have to say, on that video, they hardly even touched you before you were going wild. I’ve never seen the like before, that fanny of yours opening and closing as it sprayed out cum. Sorry love, but that's what I saw. Well all the lads in the club have seen the video, and the very least I can get you off with, is to come to the club, and let them get you off. They all want to see you give that same performance for real.”

“So I have to go to the club and let someone, you know?”
“Yes. But they recon you'll be easy to get going, and from watching that video, I had to agree. It's the only way I can get them to agree to letting you see that video being scrapped.”
“But I won't have to let anyone have sex with me?”
“No. I managed to persuade them it wasn’t worth them taking that risk.”
“What risk?”
“I told them I’d blow the whistle on their little game if they did that to you. They said they didn’t think I’d go that far, but I don’t think they dare put it to the test.”

I felt so grateful to him for helping me, especially as he obviously felt he owed some of those men a debt of gratitude for saving his life. Without thinking about my actions, I leapt from my chair, and flung my arms around his neck, and gave him a great big kiss.
“Thank you Mr Holmes, I really am grateful. When will I have to go there?”
“Well I told them you wouldn’t be able to go on any evening; it would need to be during the daytime. I figured, there would be less of them able to get time off work during the day, so you’d have less of an audience.”
“Thank you, I wouldn’t have thought of that. So what day are they expecting me?”
“Well again, I thought, strike while the irons hot, and less of them will be able to arrange time off. So were due there in about an hour’s time.”
“Oh my god! But I guess if I’ve got to do it, the sooner its over with the better. Then I won't have to spend days worrying about it.”
“That’s my girl, by this afternoon; it’ll all be behind you. And from then on, you can just forget it ever happened.”

Well we had a cup of tea, and before I knew it, it was time to set off for what I hoped would be my final encounter with those men. We arrived at the club house, a wooden building in the corner of a field in the middle of no-where. As Mr Holmes pulled into the rough pot-holed car park, there were hardly any spaces available for parking.
“My god, looks like my idea of doing this during the daytime didn’t reduce the number of men by very much.”

We walked in, and as all the shutters were closed tightly against the windows, it could just as easily have been night time. The building consisted of a large room with a bar running half way down one side. Behind the bar in the corner of the room was a large TV mounted on the wall. There was a space in front of the bar without any tables, and this walkway continued to the end of the room, where it met up with an opening to the next room. This opening didn’t have a door, and it led to the smaller of the two main rooms. Off to the side behind the bar was a small kitchen area, this did have a door separating it from the main room.

The instant I walked in, there was an air of deja vu about the place, but then I thought, ‘I guess it’s similar to most village or church halls in layout’ accept for the bar would normally be a serving counter for tea and cakes. As soon as the men saw me walk in, we were surrounded, and everyone wanted to say hello, and they also appeared to think it was quite acceptable to touch and feel me, like I was some kind of sex slave!

“Back off! Before I take her back home!”
Mr Holmes barked out in a loud and very forceful manner. They did as he’d told them, and a narrow corridor formed in the crowd of men, allowing us to make our way to one of the tables. As we sat down, I could hear music coming from the smaller room, and my mind began to wander. It was almost like a dream sequence in a movie. The feeling of being here before came flooding back, and with it a sudden wetness in my panties.

It was like I’d had an instantaneous mini-orgasm, but why; nobody had touched me, well nothing serious. Then I felt an irresistible urge to see what was in the room where the music was coming from. Mr Holmes had been talking with Ian and one of the other men, and I think they were discussing how they were going to setup my performance, but as I say, I was off in a dream land, and they were just somewhere in the back of my mind.

Without listening to their conversation or waiting until whoever was speaking had finished, I butted in.
“What’s in that room?”
“What?” Snapped Ian.
“That room down there. What’s in there?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about things like that. Stalling won't get you out of giving the lads a show.”
“Tell me! I want to know what’s in that room?”
Mr Holmes answered me.
“Don’t get yourself het-up my dear. It’s just a gaming room. They’ve got a pool table, a couple of one-arm-bandits, a juke-box, and an old pinball machine. There’s nothing to worry you in there.”

“Can I take a look?”
“I told you, its no good you stalling.”
“Back off Ian, if she wants to take a look, I’m sure you can wait five minutes.”
Then as Mr Holmes got to his feet, he took my arm.
“Come on my love, I’ll show you there’s no’t to be afraid of.”

He walked me to the opening, and as I stood there, I began to tremble. My body was going into full slut mode, my pussy began to pulse wildly, and I knew the juice was running from it, and would be sliming up the tops of my legs. It all clicked in a sudden flash. I was the girl in the film. The film Michael and I had watched some weeks ago, when he’d turned the TV off. Everything was there, the juke box against the far wall, some men stood around at the various machines.

I walked to the juke box, and as I scanned the available music, someone put a coin in the machine for me. I selected a song I could dance to, and bearing in mind, the only dancing I’d ever done before in public was normal ballroom. I tried my best to emulate the dirty sultry writhing and gyrating type of dancing that the girl in the film had been doing. Instantly there was a circle of men around me, trying to out dance each other to be my partner. By the time the first song I’d selected was a minute old, one man had proved he had what it took, and we were dancing around together, and by now he was taking hold of me to twirl me around, and at times bending me right over backwards so that my loose thin skirt fell into the valley of my crotch.

Then as the music stopped and while someone was selecting a new song, I asked.
“Have any of you seen a film called the accused?”
At first there was a general look of ‘what the hell is she on about’?
As I looked around the sea of faces, I could see their eyes light up one by one as the penny dropped. There was then a mad rush to be the first one to carry me across to the pinball machine. As the first man took hold of me by my waist, and began to carry me across the floor, I saw Mr Holmes coming striding through the crowd. He was thrashing his arms from side to side, knocking men out of his path, like an explorer cutting his way through the jungle undergrowth. I shouted to him, as soon as he was within earshot.

“I’m ok. Please Mr Holmes; I want them to do this to me.”
He looked stunned, and more than a little disappointed as he turned and slowly pushed his way back out through the crowd. I guess if he looked on me as his daughter, it would be hard to understand. But back to my would-be rapist, who it was obvious had seen the film, and was about to re-enact the part of the first rapist.

At this point I’d advise anyone who hasn’t seen the film ‘The Accused’ to get hold of a copy, and watch it. Also you have to realize, that I had only seen the film up to the point where one man had raped the girl, and the second was about to. And as there was a room full of men, I assumed they’d all taken it in turns, meaning she’d been gang raped by at least ten, maybe fifteen men.

But back to my situation, as he lifted my bottom onto the edge of the pinball machine, and pushed me back into a full reclining position, I began to protest. Like I remember the girl in the film doing. Not that I wanted him to stop, I was just role-playing, and living-out a fantasy. Luckily the men around either realized this, or maybe they didn’t care. But I was told later, that at this point it took five men to man-handle Mr Holmes into the other room, where it was explained to him what the film was about.

The sex was an exact re-run of the film; except that since then I have seen the film myself in full, and I now know they didn’t all fuck her. But in my case, they did, every man in the club, excluding Mr Holmes, and most of them came back for second helpings. It was living out a fantasy in the extreme, they ‘took advantage of me’ first on the pinball machine. Then a couple of men wanted to double fuck me, so I was carried across to the pool table.

Once on the pool table, this was where the majority of the remaining action took place. They just trooped up one after another. I had hands on every part of my body, and cocks pushed in every conceivable orifice. I tried my hardest to keep in character, by keeping up my protesting, pretending I was actually being raped, but by the time I’d been on the pool table for a few minutes, my desire to be fucked just took over my speech as well as my bodily reactions.  Most of the latter part of this event is a blur, and although I came several times, I have no idea just how many.

I walked unsteadily from that back room some two and a half hours later, still naked, and carrying my crumpled and creased clothes with me to the toilet. I did a make-shift job of cleaning myself up, and then once dressed; I opened the door to the main room. The whole room broke out in a chorus of whoops, cheers and all manner of other calls. The men were all staring my way, clapping and smiling. The comments about how good they thought I’d been were crude and to the point, but inwardly, they still gave me a sneaky feeling of pride.

As they all calmed down, I walked over to the table where Mr Holmes was sat, his head bowed down, and both his hands encircling his half drunk pint glass of beer. Even as I reached the edge of the table, he didn’t lift his head to acknowledge me. I spoke quietly to him.
“I’m ready to go when you are.”
He didn’t reply, or even lift his head; he just got to his feet, turned and began to walk towards the door. I knew from his manner he was really upset, but one thing stood out more poignantly than any other. He’d left his unfinished pint of beer! If you know anything about a true Yorkshire man, then that is one thing you’ll never see them do. Unlike all the TV soaps and films, if a real Yorkshire man buys a pint of beer, he never leaves until he’s drunk every last drop of it.

But that is by the by; we got into his car, and on the journey home the only words spoken were me apologising for my behaviour, Mr Holmes never spoke a word. When we got to the farm, he got out of his car, and as I closed the door my side, he said.
“We ain’t got no fancy shower here, but if you come up to the house, there’ll be enough hot water for you to take a bath.”
And with that he turned and began walking towards the house. After running across to my car to get my little bag with spare underwear, I followed in silence.

When I got to the door, I was about to knock as usual, but felt like I was in some way annoying him, and didn’t want to knock the door. So for the first time ever, I slowly turned the handle and let myself in.
“Mr Holmes. Are you there?”
I heard his voice coming from the parlour.
“I’m here in the parlour.”
“Shall I go straight up and get myself cleaned up?”
“You do that lass. I’ll stop down here. I'll not leave you alone in the house; I’ll wait till you’re done before I set off to the fields.”

So in this ancient looking bathroom, with cobwebs and I guess spiders lurking everywhere, I stripped off, and had my bath. The warmth of the water felt so relaxing, but the thought of all those spiders hiding in their webs, watching and ready to jump out on me, made me nervous. So I just gave myself a very quick wash down, and in no time I was climbing out and looking for a towel to dry myself down with. As I opened the bathroom door, I heard someone knocking on the front door.

“Ah. Ian. What the bloody hell do you want? Come to take the piss out of me I suppose.”
“Hey Brian, don’t be like that. You weren’t to know. She fooled me as well; at first. Any way, we can't talk out here, can I come in?”
Mr Holmes didn’t answer, but as the voices got closer, and the front door closed, I assume he’d just turned around, and Ian was following him into the parlour. I carefully descended part way down the stairs, so I could hear more clearly what was being said. 

“I’ll tell you, the first sight we got of her, she was so prim and proper, I nearly didn’t even try to get her. In fact, if it hadn’t been for where she hurt herself, I’m sure I wouldn’t have attempted it. But she...”
“Don’t bother. She told me where she hurt herself, and what you did.”
“But I promise, even if I’d not been trying, she just came to life. Well you saw the video. Oh by the way, that’s why I’ve come, you forgot to take these with you.”
“Is that all the stuff you've got, no photos or anything else?”
“That’s all. I promise. I’ve even deleted the files I copied onto my PC. Look Brian we’ve been pals for years, and even though we don’t see eye to eye on this kind of thing, I would never try to trick you.”

“I guess so. I just feel I don’t know about people anymore.”
“Hey! Come on, I know you thought the sun shone out of her backside, but we’re all different. She can't help needing loads of cock, its just ironic she’s a vicar’s wife.”
“But she was sitting here this morning trembling, and looked like she was terrified at the thought of what you animals were going to do to her. And then when we get there. Well! I couldn’t watch. It was bad enough just listening, and her... she was ranting like she had the devil inside her.”

“I should think she was, there was quite a few of us dirty devils inside her all at the same time, she fucks like no other girl I’ve ever known. Well to be honest, that is mainly why I came to see you.”
“I thought you came to bring the videos I’d forgot?”
“Well yes that as well. But you saw her. That isn’t the girl or vicar’s wife you came to the club last night to plead for.”

“She didn’t just accept a fucking. She wanted it, she begged for it, god she fucking demanded it. She fucked every one of us until we couldn’t get any more spunk out of our dicks! And there were at least twenty men in that club this morning. Surely you won't expect us to keep to our word and not have her back there again. Even for her sake; you can see she loved being fucked.”
“Don’t say no more. Me'be your right, me'be you’re wrong, but what ever the case, you agreed to my conditions, and unless she tells me to my face she wants to become a whore, then if any of you try to get her back to the clubhouse, I’ll come looking for you. And mark my words; I won't be on my own. I’m not the only one that thinks the world of that little girl; my boys will rip the balls off anyone that does her wrong. In fact if they knew what you’d already done to her, you’d be pig food.”

“Ok Brian, I get your message loud and clear, we won't touch her. But I can't help thinking, it’s her that is going to miss out, she really is begging for it.”
“Think on lad, pals we might be, but I swear, if you cross me on this, you’ll not live to regret it, and there won't be anything left of you to bury.”
“Come on Brian, there’s no need to get nasty.”
“Nobody’s gonna’ get nasty, unless you step out of line.”
“Well I’ll go then, but if she does...”
“Just go.”
“Ok, maybe we’ll see you up the club one night?”
“I doubt it.”

I heard them walking the length of the hall, and then the front door opened and closed a few seconds later. I’d stood there part way down the stairs listening, and by now I was almost dry, but I still needed a towel to complete the process. I was just going to call down, when.
“Well are you coming down? Or are you gonna’ stand on the stairs all day?”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I heard you tread on the second step from the top about ten minutes ago, it always creaks, it’s done it for years."
“So you knew I was listening?”
“I assumed as much, well are you coming down?”
“I I need a towel.”
But instead of him walking back into the parlour as I’d thought he’d done, the next second there he was at the foot of the stairs looking up at me. I was naked, and had nothing at all in my hands to cover myself up with. You’d have thought after all that exposure and sexual action earlier, I wouldn't be shy. But now I felt so exposed, and I clasped one hand over my bush and the other arm around my breast.

He began to walk up the stairs towards me; I froze on the step I was on, not knowing if he was coming to claim his dues for helping me, or maybe coming to take revenge for me humiliating him in front of his pals. He reached me and we stood there for a second or two, looking eye to eye, even though he was a couple of steps down on the staircase. I felt his hands, big and rough skinned as they encircled my waist. The fingers so long, and my waist so thin, his finger ends almost touching. Without any sign of strain or effort on his face, I felt myself being lifted off the stair.

In my mind, although I was now not on heat, and had no signs of arousal, I knew I’d just let him take me to his bed, and I’d cooperate with what ever he wanted to do to me. As he lifted me, he turned me side on towards himself, and plonked me back down on the same stair he’d just lifted me up from, but right across to the side, with my bottom pressed against the spindles of the stair-case. Then his hands slipped away, and as he manoeuvred himself passed me, he carried on walking up the stairs.

I stood there, still petrified. By now he was walking across the landing toward one of the bedrooms.
“Well come on then if you want a towel.”
I slowly made my way up the few steps, and stood on the landing waiting for him to bring me a towel. As he handed it to me, he said.
“There’ll be a hot cup of tea waiting for you when you get down, don’t take all day.”

So that was it, almost the first words he spoke to me since I embarrassed him, and we were back to the standard British answer to every known problem, ‘A cup of Tea’. Well at least some values never change, and maybe that is something I can hang onto in this whirlwind of mixed emotions that is spinning my head around.

As I walk into the parlour, fully refreshed from my bath, and clean underwear in place, under my slightly creased skirt and blouse, Mr Holmes is sitting there waiting to pour the tea. He hands me my cup and I sit down. There is an awkward silence, and then we both go to speak at the same time.
“I’m...”
“It’s...”
“No, after you,” he says, ever the gentleman.
“Nothing really, I just wanted to say how sorry I am. I know I’ve disappointed you. And I’ve racked my brain to think how I can explain it to you. But there is no explanation. I just felt I had to do it. Please try not to think too badly of me. I promise it’s not like Ian said; I’m not a whore. And I never want to go back there again.”

“I was going to say it’s none of my business. But I still feel like I’m your guardian or protector, and I can’t get my head around what you’ve just done.”
“I know, I can’t explain it to myself, it was just something in my body, a kind of need or craving. Like a drug.”
“I’ll tell you now lass, I feel like putting you across my knee and thrashing your arse until you can’t sit-down or use that fanny for a week!”
“I’m sorry. I know I’ve let you down. And I promise; if I thought you chastising me, would cure me of this, I’d bend over your knee right now.”

“What you saying, you don’t like doing what you just did?”
“I don’t know what is happening to me. Something just takes over my body, and I can’t stop myself.”
“But you’ve never been that way before; it’s all come about since them animals abused you last weekend.”
“That’s true. But I don’t think that is the whole story...”

I then went on to explain to him about the only two experiences of sex that I’d had before this weekend. And how I didn’t even know what an orgasm was, let alone my Michael even attempting to induce one. That since those men had shown my body the level of pleasure it could achieve, it now kind of expected something at least approaching that when ever I had sex. But with Michael being content to just satisfy himself, and then leaving me frustrated, the next day I seemed vulnerable to any kind of stimulation.

And since Michael came back from hospital, both nights he’s taken me to bed at the earliest chance he’s had, and then just satisfied himself. I even told him about my attempt to get Michael re-interested by going down there with my mouth, and how Michael had almost blown a fuse. Then I explained about the state I was in on Monday morning, and how the machine in the potato shed had got me aroused, or even simple things like seeing various animals mating. I then told him to be ready to hear something he wouldn’t like. And I made him promise he’d hear me out; before he acted on what I was about to tell him. I then told him about his sons having sex with me on the top of the hay in the lower barn, but I was very careful to make sure I took the blame for the whole episode.

At first he looked shocked, but then he mumbled something about thinking they both looked shifty last night when he arrived back, and then he continued.
“So what you’re saying is; when your Michael has sex but doesn’t satisfy you, you’ll have sex with anyone?”
“No. Or at least I hope not. In fact there was a man called in the yard yesterday...”
I told him all about what had happened, and how Peter had sent him on his way.

“But if anything happens, I just get worked up, you know turned on. And then, it kind of distorts my normal sense of what is right and wrong. Yesterday, it just felt right to have sex with your two boys, they are so manly, and I felt so safe with them. But all I can say about this morning; just knowing you were in the building made me feel safe. And that building so much resembled the bar in the film; it was as though it was meant to be. Like it was a way of completing the film my Michael hadn’t allowed me to see. I promise if you hadn’t been there as my protector, I’d never have dared do it. And if I embarrassed you, then please forgive me, I never meant to do that. If you want me to leave and find another job, I’ll understand.”

“Don’t be silly lass, ok, I was shocked. And yes I’ll admit, it still takes a lot of swallowing. But you’ve always been a bonny lass, and if you have changed, the blame lies with Ian and his cronies. What we’ve got to sort out, is where you go from here.”
“You want me to leave?”
“No lass, I mean what are we going to do about your problem? If we don’t sort you out soon, I can see someone taking advantage, and you ending-up getting hurt.”

“I feel so ashamed, but as god is my witness, once the feeling in my tummy gets a hold of me, I just go to pieces. It’s only after I’ve, you know, been worked-up, and then, like now, I feel quite normal again.”
“So if my lads were to walk in the door now, and take hold of your arm, would you let them take you to bed?”
“No. I’d tell them to leave me alone.”
But as I spoke, just the picture he’d put in my mind, sowed the seed of an arousal in my tummy.

And with it, must have been a change in facial expression.
“What’s up lass?”
“I don’t know. But just you asking me, I can feel it starting.”
“What?”
“You know, oh god, please can we talk about something else?”
“What? You telling me, just thinking about my boys is getting you on-heat?”
“I’m sorry.”
“So is it the same when your Michael tells you he wants an early night? Are you already aroused by the time you get to the bedroom?”

I hadn’t thought about the idea of Michael, but now I did, all that came to mind was him giving me his final thrusts, and rolling off me. And then me feeling somehow cheated, or short-changed.
“Oh god Mr Holmes, will I rot in hell?”
“For heavens sake why?”
“My butterflies have gone, and all I can think is; I hope the novelty has worn off, and he doesn’t touch me tonight.”
"Novelty worn off? And who doesn't touch you?“
"My Michael. He never used to think of sex, but at least then I wasn’t being partly worked-up, and left for the first man who wanted to take advantage of me. But now, he’s wanted me every night since he saw those men doing that to me.”

“But you haven’t answered my question; does thinking of Michael turn you on?”
“No. Thinking of Michael has just got me feeling disillusioned, and frustrated.”
“Well lass, if thinking about your husband turns you off, I think me’be you married the wrong man.”
“Please don’t say that, I love my Michael. These feelings only started since this weekend, it’s as though him seeing me with those men excited him. But I’m sure he feels sex is wrong, so once he’s satisfied his own craving, he wants nothing to do with me.”

“I know this will sound really wicked. But when I think of Michael, I just remember how he rolls off me when he’s satisfied, and then how I lie there all night just wanting more. But when I think of your boys, I see those great big cocks, and they just keep pushing up me, never stopping until... Oh god Mr Holmes. I’m sorry, god help me.”
As I was speaking and thinking of my yesterdays fucking, I’d slipped forwards on the sofa, and now in a reclining position, I began to heave my hips. In seconds he was out of his chair, and sat sideways on the sofa next to me. He’d taken hold of my hand and his other arm was around my back with his hand on my shoulder.

“Come on Shirley, chase those images from your mind, and think about what your husband would say if he knew you were talking like this.”
“I I’m sorry.”
“Where is your Michael today?”
As I began to turn my thoughts from the session in the barn, to thinking where my Michael was, and who he might be talking to. This immediately quelled the turmoil that had welled-up in my tummy.
“Oh god Mr Holmes. Is there any hope for me? Do you think I should bend over your knee?”
“Well I can’t think right off, just how we’re gonna’ sort this out. But you’re in more trouble than I ever imagined, and a good thrashing isn’t gonna cure you. We need to think how we’re gonna keep you from sending signals to every man you meet, that you’re ripe for the picking.”

“I I don’t know if I should mention this, but both Peter and Brian said if I ever got into a state again, they’d see to me.”
“See to you, you mean...”
I could see he was struggling for the right expression, so I interrupted him.
“Yes.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
“Well when I’m sort of normal, I know its wrong, and I feel ashamed. But if my Michael leaves me aching again tonight, then the second I see either of them in the morning; I just know, I’ll be theirs to do as they want with. And that is either or both; I know I’ll just want them.”

“And if anyone else is here instead of them?”
“I I don’t know, like who?”
“Well I know I’m an antique; but they ain’t here right now, and I am?”
“I I’d never thought...”
“I’m too old for you then?”
“No, I just didn’t think you thought of me in that way.”

“So when ever I’ve slid up behind you, and helped you lift heavy sacks, or pushed you up on top of the bagging machine; what the hell did you think that hard lump was that I was pressing into your bum with?”
As I’d said, all of them had shown me how to sort that machine, and they’d all done as he’d just described. But in my innocence, I’d never been aroused by this, or more to the point, never once felt threatened. But to now hear him telling me, not in so many words, but intimating, he wanted to fuck me. I just coloured up bright red.

“I’m sorry; you must think me so stupid. But now you’ve said it; that means all of you think the same about me, even Eric and Carl?” These are the names of the two hired hands.
“Well I’ve never asked them, but anyone who’s had the opportunity to press themselves up against that little bottom of yours, and hasn’t got hard, has to be queer.”
“I feel so silly now, I never, well yes I did know you were hard, and I knew what that meant, but I never really thought. Oh god, it’s started again.”

I pulled one of my hands from his, and put it down on my tummy.
“What? Thinking about me rubbing my cock up against your bottom is getting you turned on?”
Now his hand joined mine, cupping itself around my tummy, and pressing down towards my bush. I felt my cheeks burning as I blushed even more.
“Please don’t.”
“But it is me that’s getting you worked up?”
“Yes, but please don’t.”
He pulled his hand away, and slipped it into his trouser waist, and then he re-adjusted the position of his cock. And although still safely inside his trousers, there was now a large bulge showing he was ready for action. This didn’t scare me, or put me off; it just fuelled my ensuing arousal.

By now, my tummy was getting quite well and truly agitated; I could feel a tension in the air.
Then as his hand came from his trousers, it gently cupped under my left breast.
“Please Mr Holmes, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Does it feel good?”
“Oh god yes, it feels wonderful. Rape me! Please Mr Holmes. Rape me!”
“Rape you? I’d never do that.”

“Please, I feel so dirty. Don’t make me have to beg you to fuck me. Please just take me, no matter how much I struggle or fight you. I’m begging you, Rape me now.”
He didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes, told me the fish was now securely hooked. He got to his feet, bent down directly in front of me, pushing his head past my waist, and his shoulder into my tummy. Then with his big strong arms wrapped around me, his hands slid under my bottom, and as he stood back upright he had me over his shoulder in a ‘fireman’s lift’.

Out he strode, and we were soon going up the stairs two at a time. I beat my fists on his back, and kicked and wriggled.
“Put me down you monster. Let me down.”
I struggled and fought like it was really happening to me. But like the men this morning, either he realized I was just role-playing, or he was too far gone to care. Either way, he easily had me restrained with just one of his hands holding me around the top of my left leg.

This meant his other hand was free to roam. And roam it did, stroking up the inside of my right leg, and pulling at the gusset of my now respectable cotton knickers. He might have been acting, but by the time he tipped me off his shoulder onto his double bed, he’d already had his fingers up my pussy. And as I fell backwards onto his bed, his grip around the gusset pulled my knickers down my legs. This wasn’t done smoothly or carefully, I was actually thrown from his shoulder, and as I flew through the air towards the soft landing on his mattress, he snatched the knickers back, pulling them down my legs. This not only ripped them, but they also caught and pulled off part of the fresh scabs that had formed on the injuries to the inside of my legs, causing the blood to start to run.

Well if I’d thought this might make him be more careful, I needed to think again. I’d told him to rape me, and this was what he was now doing. So as my hands went down to the area where the blood was now trickling from, he just took hold of the waist band of my skirt, and gave a sharp tug. The hooks and eyes that held this wraparound skirt in place just ripped from the thin material. And as the skirt unwrapped, it spun me around pulling my hands from in between my legs, and slipping from under me, leaving me face down on his bed.

I didn’t have time to react with movement or even any kind of protest, real or acting, before he was on the bed behind me. He pulled my blouse from either side, and it just pealed off, with buttons popping as it tore apart. Then from the back he released my bra, and one swift turn of my shoulders, saw me once again on my back, but now naked.

He was on his knees above me, and now he slowly began to pull his shirt over his head. At this point I tried a wriggle, to see if I could work myself free, but his knees just closed, squeezing me either side of my torso.
“Let me get up you bastard!”
As he threw his shirt to one side to reveal his ape-like hairy chest, he lashed out at my face with his open palm.

The bedroom echoed to the sound of the loud.
“CRACK!”
As his hand reached my cheek. But to my surprise, there was no stinging, he’d used the old trick a dad plays on a young son, lashed out but intercepted his own slap with his other hand slid gently across my face. There was no doubt in my mind when I saw the blow coming that it was going to hurt, and I had begun to believe he was doing this for real. I think for a split second I was in a weird way disappointed to know this was still acting.

But then I just let out a scream. As if the blow had been real.
“Shut your mouth you bitch, or you’ll get more of the same.”
I sniffed as if holding back the tears, as he stood up to remove his trousers.
I began to try to make good an escape, but he leant forwards, the task of removing his trousers abandoned as he held his right hand above my face in a threatening manner.
“Don’t you move until I tell you.”
I froze, as if this was a real threat.

He slowly unbuckled his belt, and then undid the buttons one by one, with no sense of urgency. I lay there motionless, well externally anyway, inside my tummy was quivering with desire, whilst my pussy throbbed with anticipation. Then as his last button was released, he dropped his trousers and pants in one, and stepped out of them, to reveal a cock the equal or maybe bigger than either of his sons. He didn’t stand there showing himself off, but no sooner had he stepped from his trousers, than he'd dropped to his knees on the bed.

Then as he took hold of my ankles, and lifted my legs up and wide, he said.
“Hold them high.”
I didn’t make a sound, but I obeyed instantly, as the difference between role-play and reality became a total blur.
“Now my little bitch, daddy’s gonna show you what that little pussy and bottom are really made for.”
As he pushed his monster cock into my pussy, I couldn’t hold back my eagerness, and I lifted myself up to meet his thrust. My pussy was wet and wanted to take as much of his mighty cock as it could handle. As with his sons, I could feel my pussy stretching as it opened up my love tunnel. But unlike his sons, he just pushed slowly, and it kind of gave me time to savour the pleasure.

His whole fuck was carried out in this manner, no sense of urgency, but deliberate forceful thrusting, driving his cock deep on every stroke. Then came his cum shots, still slow and deliberate, but now kind of erratic and jerky. His cock softened, and as it slipped out, he slumped his immense body down onto the bed alongside me. My first thoughts were, ‘he’s as bad as Michael, he’s going to leave me unsatisfied’. Then I thought, ‘but so far the only time I’ve ever cum is when I’ve been fuck by two or more men. I must be a whore’.

Then as my mind was still in a turmoil, I felt his big hands on my torso, as he lifted and swung me around in the air, dropping me face down on top of himself. He was on his back head to the pillows, and I was facing down to the foot of the bed. His tongue instantly began to lap at the juices coming from, and around my pussy and bottom. As soon as I realized we were back in business, my hands searched for his cock, and I caressed it until it stiffened enough for my mouth to take over. This mutual licking sucking and general fondling heightened my arousal to the point where I thought I would cum into his mouth. But this wily old fox knew exactly when to stop, leaving me right on the edge.

He again effortlessly lifted me from above himself, and spun me around in the air. As I was lowered down, I faced the ceiling, and knew my head was now back to the pillow end of the bed. I felt his cock slipping back and forth along the slippy wet crevice of my bottom. Each time the big fat end of his cock passed my hole, I felt my bottom open as if it was inviting him to enter. He teased me for what appeared to be an age, but was in reality probably only half a minute. Then when I was beginning to wonder if he was actually going to penetrate me or not, he forced me down without warning.

His mighty cock stretched my bottom to limits it had never before reached, and the scream I let out was not planned, or acting. But as his cock penetrated deep, I could feel his warm cum being shot inside me. As my orgasm was already cocked and primed, it only needed this spark to fire it into action. So as my pussy pulsed violently, spraying it’s cum in all directions, his cock delivered bolt after bolt of warm cum up my bottom. But even though he’d now finished his delivery, my orgasm was still in full swing. He held me on top of himself, his hands encircling my waist, until I’d eventually returned to a normal state.

He now turned me over, and lifted me up his body so my face was level with his.
“Well my dear, I hope that was satisfactory?”
“Oh Mr Holmes, you were wonderful. Oh god, how I wish my Michael could love me like that.”
“You never know my dear, me’be one day he’ll get the idea. But until he does, I think our Peter’s advice is about your best option. And I don’t think it’ll make any difference which one of us is available.”

“You mean I should do this with you or one of your sons every time my Michael leaves me, you know, wanting?”
“I know it’s not me’be what you want to do, but think of the alternative. At least with us, we all love you, and we’d never tell anyone. And who knows, me’be in time your Michael will realize he needs to satisfy your needs as well.”
“Oh god, I do hope so.”
Then as I lay in his arms, he gave me a big strong cuddle and said.
“Come-on then my little beauty, have you had enough, or do you want me to give that little fanny another seeing-to?”
For some silly reason, I blushed as I replied.
“No. I think you’ve cured me for today. It’s about time I went out to the shop and did some work.”
“Well if you’ve had enough, I think it’s too late to worry about the shop, but I could eat a horse, and I bet you’re starving as well. So how about you fix us up with a bite to eat? You’ll find plenty of eggs and bacon in the pantry.”

So some fifteen to twenty minutes later, cleaned down again, and this time dressed in a dress that used to belong to Mr Holmes’s wife, here I am in the kitchen cooking us both a meal. It’s now the middle of the afternoon, and as we sit down at the kitchen table, he looks across and our eyes lock-on to each other’s.
“You’re a right bonny lass.”
I just blushed.
“And you can rustle up a cracking bit of snap (Food).”
“Go on with you and your silly flirting, anyone can do a fry-up.”
“But there’s not many a lass can fuck like you, least ways, spraying your cum like you do.”
I again didn’t answer, but felt the heat burning not only my cheeks, but now my whole neck was aflame.
“I’m telling you, that Michael of yours is one lucky man. If he don’t appreciate what he’s got, then I know I’m too old for you to hitch up to, but either one of my lads ud wed you without thinking twice.”
“Please Mr Holmes. I love my Michael. Don’t talk like this.”
“Ok, but think-on lass, you can’t go through life wanting. Some times it’s better to just admit you caught the wrong bus, get off, and then hop on the right one. At least that way, you’ll get to somewhere you want to be.”
“Please don’t.”
“Ok, I’ve said my piece.”

“When I’ve washed up, I’ll get out to the shop to see if I can give Mrs Miller a hand.”
“No lass, she’ll only wonder about why you’ve changed your clothes. You’d best get off home, and sort yourself out proper before your Michael gets home.”
“Are you sure, it’s not my finishing time yet?”
“Well I guess by rights, you ain’t even started today, but I can’t see as that matters much. No lass, you get yourself back home, and we’ll see you in the morning. And if you need to ask for any kind of help, don’t be shy. You know what I’m a talking about.”
I blushed again as I replied.
“I will. And thank you. I’ll get off now then, see you tomorrow.”

I arrived home before Michael, and so was able to get myself changed and looking respectable before he saw me. I’d already prepared his evening meal, and it was ready for him as he came in, I thought maybe this might make-up for me being late yesterday. While we sat eating our meal, Michael said.
“Oh, about that event they’re organising for this weekend, it looks like the bishop is trying a kind of blackmail.”
“Blackmail? How has the bishop found out about what I did last weekend?”
“No dear, nothing to do with last weekend.”

“Well what do you mean blackmail?”
“He hasn’t put it into so many words, but he was saying things like. ‘There’s no point in thinking about taking an overseas assignment if your wife isn’t totally dedicated to supporting everything you get involved in’.”
“But Michael that isn’t fair, you know I’d support anything you do.”
“I know that my darling, and I can understand why you don’t want to see them men again. But I can hardly explain that to the bishop, and you know how much being given and overseas assignment means to me.”
“Oh Michael, isn’t there any other way?”
“If there was, I wouldn’t have asked you to do this for me.”
“Ok, tell your bloody bishop...”
“Shirley! There’s no need for that language.”
“Well! What do you expect? Just tell him I’ll be there, but don’t expect me to talk to those men.”
“Thank you darling. I’ll do my best to keep them at a distance from you.”

The evening went by in a boring manner, doing housework, and watching a little TV, but as I’d expected, by just gone nine thirty, Michael was asking if I was ready for bed. I stalled him until ten o’clock, but by fifteen minutes past ten, I was alongside the bed asking Michael.
“Do you want me to take my nightdress off?”
“It’s up to you; take it off if it feels more comfortable for you.”
“I don’t mind either way, so I guess if you don’t want me naked, I’ll leave it on.”
“For god’s sake Shirley, we are married; it didn’t appear to bother you too much when those animals told you to get naked.”

“Look Michael, that wasn’t my fault. What happened this weekend was none of my doing. And like you said, we are married, so if you want to see my body, I’m sure you’re not committing any kind of sin.”
With that I removed my nightdress, and walked to the wardrobe, taking my time, knowing Michael was watching my every step. This time I didn’t attempt to pull the covers off him, even if I’d wanted to, I could see his little hands were gripping the other end tightly. I just walked slowly back to the bed and slipped in alongside him, sliding my arm across his chest, and caressing his neck.

“Shirley, what did you really think about when those men were doing what they did to you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can't understand how you could get so excited and aroused, you didn’t even know them?”
“I don’t know. But be honest, you get aroused by other women?”
“Never. I’ve never so much as looked at another woman.”
“I don’t mean real women, not ones that you’ve met.”
“What then?”
“That film.”
“What film?”

“Look Michael, I don’t mind. I guess it must be natural, something we have no control over.”
“Don’t be so silly, that is what separates us from the animals in this world, we have morals, and make our own decisions.”
“But you got aroused watching that film, are you telling me you wanted to?”
“I don’t even know what film you’re talking about.”
“Michael, remember god is listening to your every word. You remember turning the TV off when the film showed a girl getting raped, and she was about to by a lot more men?”
“Yes, but that was months ago, it was disgusting.”
“That might be true, but as soon as you got me into bed that night, you were already aroused, and you couldn’t wait to have sex with me.”

“I can't remember.”
“Michael! Don’t tell lies. Watching that girl being raped got you aroused.”
“So what if it did?”
“Does that make you an animal?”
“No, of course not.”
“Or are you saying you approved of her being raped, and you wanted to get aroused?”
“No.”
“Its like I said, it must be natural, something we have no control over.”

“But Shirley, we have to try to rise above such things.”
“But if we can’t; that doesn’t make us wicked.”
“But it shows a weakness.”
“And when you got aroused, watching those men abusing me? Aroused enough for them to...”
He butted in not wanting me to finish what I was saying.
“Don’t Shirley. That’s not fair.”
“Why isn’t it, they were forcing me to have sex with them, and you got aroused! Your own wife; and your cock got hard watching those men as they mauled me all over my body.”
“Please Shirley, I I...”
“I know. You couldn’t help it. Well that’s how I felt, I didn’t want them to get me aroused, but they did. And I don’t think that makes me an animal!”

“Oh Shirley, I’m sorry. I don’t know any more.”
“Maybe you don’t,” and as I spoke I wrapped my hand around his rock hard cock, “but I know one thing. Since the weekend, this cock of yours has been active every night. And talking about those men abusing me has only got it more excited.”
“Shirley, please don’t use foul language, it doesn’t sound proper coming from your lips.”
“Foul language? Which word have I used that you’d call foul language?”
“Shirley please. You know what you just said.”
“What? Men abusing me.”
“No, you were talking about my, you know.”
“So that’s it. Men abusing your wife is not foul or disgusting. But a wife talking about her own husbands cock offends your ears? Well if that’s how much you think of me, I’ll go and sleep in the spare room.”

With that I let go of his cock, and began to slide out of the bed.
“Shirley no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Please come back.”
He had reached out and taken hold of my arm, and was gently trying to pull me back to the bed. I resisted his pulling, but didn’t leave the bed; I just sat there naked on the side of the bed. He had pulled himself up onto his elbows, and still had hold of my arm.
“Come back please. I never meant to upset you.”
“If I come back, then you have to listen to what I’m going to say without interrupting me. When I’ve finished, if you don’t like what I’ve said, then I think its time we slept in separate rooms.”
“Shirley no. Don’t be silly, you’re my wife.”
“That’s right Michael, your wife not a slave or servant or your dog. I have feelings. I have opinions. I have rights.”
“Oh dear god, why are you behaving like this?”
“Because I want you to love me, not use me like those men did.”
“Shirley no, don’t say things like that about me.”
“Well are you going to hear what I’ve got to say, or shall I leave your room?”

“Please Shirley, get back into bed. You know it's OUR room. And of course, I want to hear what you have to say.”
“Ok, but no tut’ing or silly remarks about my language. I’m going to use the words normal people use; I want you to know what I mean without silly euphemisms getting in the way, and you getting the wrong end of the stick.”
“Come back and lay beside me, I’ll listen to you, and I promise to do what ever you ask of me.”
As I began to slide back in alongside him.
“Don’t make promises before you hear what I’ve got to say.”
“Come-on darling, if I’ve upset you, just tell me what I’ve done?”

“Ok, before this weekend, I never had and orgasm.”
“Bu...”
“Ah. No interruptions. I never planned for those men to do what they did, and if it hadn’t been for where I got hurt, they would never have got their grubby hands anywhere near my pussy or my tits.”
I could see his face cringing at hearing me uttering those words.
And if they hadn’t got their hands on me, I’d still have no idea what an orgasm is or what it felt like. But you have your orgasm, and deny it if you like, but at least once, you have been thinking of someone other than me when you’ve cum.”

“Well maybe they are right when they say ‘god moves in mysterious ways’. Because god put us up on that hillside, he brought about that storm, he aloud you to fall, he brought those men to that place, and he determined that I should slip on that gate. So it’s my guess he sent those men to show us both that our bodies can give more pleasure than we had realized. So now those men are gone from our lives, he must be expecting you to take my body to the heights of pleasure those men showed me was possible, and not to just satisfy your own lust, and then turn over and go to sleep.”

He looked stunned, and lost for words.
“Well that’s it, that was all I wanted to say. Do you want to fuck me? Or shall I go to the spare room?”
He still looked dazed, and I began to ease myself out of the bed. Suddenly his hand grabbed my arm.
“No. please don’t go. Come back, I’ll do as you want.”
“Will you?”
“Yes. Please come back.”
I slid back in alongside him, and began to work my head under the quilt.

“What are you...”
Before he’d finished, I’d popped my head out and with my face almost touching his. I interrupted his obvious question.
“I’m going to suck your cock, and you’re going to lick my pussy.”
Then without waiting for an answer, I went back under the quilt. As it was he didn’t answer, and I soon had my legs astride his shoulders. As I took his rock hard cock into my mouth, I lowered my pussy to his face. He started very reluctantly, but as I got to work on his cock, he gradually began to work my pussy. It wasn’t an overwhelming success, the pussy licking that is, but at least, with me sucking his first load of cum, it not only got me well on my way, but ensured that when I let him mount me, he’d take that bit longer to cum his second load. And yes he did manage to give me an orgasm, the first one he’d given me. And this time, as he rolled over I cuddled up to him, still dripping cum. And lying in all that sticky wet slime, we both drifted off to sleep.

The mess in the morning was gross, but knowing we’d made love properly for the first time was just like heaven. As usual, I got ready, and set off for work, leaving him still in bed. But I think maybe that is enough for now. There is still more to tell, and although that bloody video is no longer able to be used to blackmail me, the ‘new me’ awakened by those men, appears to be vulnerable to the briefest stimulation. But I’ll tell you more in the next part of my story. That is, of course, providing you don’t think the story is getting stale?

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an amazing day

jifrocks on Sex Stories

AN AMAZING DAY

This story is as true as they come, the only thing that will not be true will be names and places for my own personal reasons.

 

It started out as a normal Thursday morning, I (Mike, 22 years old) was going to meet Chris, who is about 35 years old and Candace, who is 45 years old for our morning cycling workout (anywhere from 25-50 miles) which was followed by our run (anywhere from 3-10 miles). Today we all met at Candace’s house and left from there on our bicycles, I showed up a bit before Chris so I went inside and Candace and I just hung out and talked until Chris got there. It had been raining this morning so we were not sure if we were going to ride or not and this is why I was there befor

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e Chris. While we were waiting on Chris it had stopped sprinkling so Candace decided to change into something a little bit better for the now current conditions so I did as she did.

As we both got undressed and redressed Chris got there and we started off on our ride, it was a very windy morning and a little cool but fairly comfortable when the sun came out. We rode 28 miles this morning so we had plenty of time to have idol chit chat. Today we talked about old T.V. shows and funny things that we have seen on them. Candace got on the topic of old dating shows and how that she was watching one in college and the question at the end was “what is the strangest place you have made whoopie?” and the brought the boyfriends back out and asked them the same question but they had to say what they thought their partner had answered. When the boyfriends got out on the set they proceded to ask the question where one of the participants answered “well I don’t know, I think I’ll go with the kitchen table” and so the host asked the girl to flip her board over and show her answer, as she did her board read “why, in the butt Bob”. This got us all laughing and Candace said quietly “I actually kinda like it in the butt” I don’t really think she was wanting anyone to hear her but I was close enough that I did and as I did I turned to look at her and she realized that I had heard her last comment and then gave me a wink and looked me up and down. As our ride went on we would give each other looks and raise our eyebrows at one another. As we arrived back at Candace’s house to change shoes, drop off our bikes, helmets, gloves, and stretch our legs before we left for our run and since we were at Candace’s house she went in and changed into her running shorts, a dry shirt, and her running shoes. When she came out to stretch she sat right next to me almost facing me but not completely. This gave me a great view up her shorts and to my surprise she had no underwear on and I got an amazing look at her completely shaved pussy.

As I was mesmerizing she caught me looking and kinda cleared her throat to get my attention, as I looked up she just gave me a smile and discretely rubbed her pussy and her ass hole and gave me yet another wink. Chris decided not to run today saying “I have some errands to run and need to get to an appointment before 1”. This gave us some time to ourselves and as we ran she asked “did you like what you saw?” I was caught off guard but eventually replied “oh, sorry about that, I apologize”. From this reply I got an answer I had only dreamt of for the past year, she looked back at me and said “I was hoping you would notice and I would love to show you more when we get back to my house” with this I simply said “Lets just run 2[miles] today, sound good to you?” followed by a very quick “Fuck 1[mile] is fine with me”.

As our run ended, we did 2, and we got back to her house she said “Come on follow me, you’re gonna have the best day of your life today” so I quickly followed her into her house and up the stairs to her (and her husbands) bed room. As soon as I got in the door she turned around and said “take off everything on your body, I want to see you” so I did as she said, I took of my shirt followed by my shoes and shorts and finally my underwear. As I finished undressing I felt her hand reach down and grab my cock and she simply whispered “I can’t wait for you to ram this huge fucking cock in my ass”. This got my cock harder than it have ever been and I went to pick her up to lay her on her bed and take her clothes off of her when she said “Hey, you do what I want when I want, you to got it?” and I replied with a very quick “Yes, I got it”. “O.K., now Mike since we have that issue cleared up you need to lay on the bed and spread your legs and make sure that dick stays hard cause I’ll be right back” said Candace. As she disappeared into the bathroom I continued to rub my cock and caress my balls even though just the mere thought of watching her rub her pussy would have kept my dick hard as a rock I still wanted to rub it and be rubbing it when she came out. About a minute went by and she came out of the bathroom in nothing but a completely see through lace shirt and a black thong. As I laid on the bed rubbing my dick she looked at me and smiled and went over to her window and raised the blinds a little, just enough to reveal the video recorder as she hit record. Candace then walked over and started jacking me off and making out with me at the same time as I was about to cum from her amazing hand job she stopped kissing me and started sucking my cock. I came in her mouth and watched her swallow every last drop. This got my cock rock hard once again and this time I was in for the best part of the day. She was so horny it was absolutely amazing, she said her husband hadn’t fucked her in 6 months and she needs it more than I could imagine. She got on top of me and put my dick in her pussy and started to moan as soon as she took it all inside. As she put my cock in her I told her “I don’t know how long it will take me to get off again, it’s usually really hard to get me off twice in a row” and was followed by her replying, “good, the longer the better you are gonna be my sex toy for the day”. As the day progressed we fucked in every position we could think of and when we had done that we did it again only I we did them anally. This was my first anal experience and it was absolutely amazing. We now do this atleast once a week and sometimes twice. Candace turned out to be a real freak and loves it when I cum on her face and tits and back and in her ass. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to fuck.

Intimate Confessions

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ormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none">I’m Veronique, bisexual, recently divorced and am a bit of a nymphomaniac! I’m very clitoral and anal and I love masturbating my little clitoris while prodding the tip of my finger in my tight arse. I’m slim and leggy, now 39 and lucky to still have a firm, slender body with young skin. I love sex and have always enjoyed exhibiting myself.

I’m the youngest of three sisters in my family. My Matisse mother is from French Guadeloupe and I guess my passionate side is from my mother’s Caribbean nature. She was nicknamed « Colibri » Creole for the hummingbird as she flitted about endlessly. She told us that her father was a French aristocrat and that my Creole grandmother had been needed for social reasons to disguise his homosexuality. Upon his death my grandmother was nevertheless left with three children, destitute, without any inheritance.  My mother told me that, being a desirable matisse girl, she had been told she was to marry a wealthy business man and to do whatever he told her to do even before marriage. He paid my grandmother money but never married my mother. My English father was a diver engineer and married my mother instead, when she became pregnant with my eldest sister. My father was always very handsome and kept in good physical shape all his life. My sisters were born in Guadeloupe while I was born, six years later, in northern France, where my parents came to live. My mother told me that I had been an accident, that I wasn’t really wanted at the time.  I inherited my father’s light and sensitive white skin with dark reddish hair. I am 1m73 tall with hazel and green eyes. My eldest sister has an Asiatic Indian complexion while my other sister looks more Hispanic. My mother died from cancer when I was 14.  My father was never happily married to my mother, being very demanding, and my father being very authoritarian. My sisters were often beaten for the slightest of reasons while I, on the other hand, became my father’s favorite. There was nothing I could do wrong in his eyes and I was constantly held as an example against my sisters. I guess as a result I have always got away with everything. I often ran around the house either totally naked or in just a tee shirt without any knickers. My father would pinch or slap me on the bum laughingly calling me his little harlot or would put me across his knee and give me a spanking on my naked bum while I giggled and yelled.  I would sit on his lap as he would caress or cuddle me. I always wanted to please my father. I was his only real pleasure in life and I thrived on his admiration of my looks and my developing body especially during my puberty.

I always wanted to grow up to be a fashion model and loved dressing up and make up. I loved parading myself, being the center of attention and constantly sought the reassurances from my father that what I wore looked good. He always encouraged me with what I chose and let me buy whatever I wanted. My father and I spent a lot of time together, as my sisters had already married before my mother’s death. He constantly criticised my sisters’ and their husbands, always blaming my mother for having badly brought them up. After my mother’s death I would go to his bedroom late at night and cuddle up to him in bed. I found his strong masculine fatherly smell very reassuring and even his prickly unshaven face tickled me comfortably. On several occasions I felt him harden as I snuggled my bum up against him in bed, before he would tell me that I had to go back to my room.

As a young teenager my breasts only developed slightly and the boys of my own age didn’t seem interested in me. I started to explore my sexuality very early on. I found I couldn’t stop myself. I have always been easily excited and took every opportunity to play with myself. I would rub myself against the end of the bed and was always poking all sorts of different things into my very small pussy or squeezing the handle of my hairbrush inside me. I liked one in my pussy and a pen in my arse at the same time. I let my father catch me in my room lying naked on the bed with my hairbrush handle all the way up inside me and pretended embarrassment. Every night, when I went to bed he would come to kiss me good night and I would often ask him to tickle me to send me to sleep, which it never did. His hands used to run all over up and down my body always leaving me feeling that I wanted more. Sometimes his fingers would wonder onto my panties and he would caress around my pussy, as if it was part of tickling me. I loved that especially, even though I knew that I shouldn’t be enjoying it so much.

I soon started exploring kissing and gentle caresses with my other girlfriends.

The older boys started to take an interest in me but the most they would do was kiss and try to fumble about with my little breasts. They didn’t realize that I really wanted to loose my virginity. It wasn’t until I started babysitting for a working couple with two young boys that I actually really lost my virginity. The husband used to watch me in the bathroom while his kids were in the bath. One evening when his wife was working late the kids had splashed about so much my tee shirt had become soaking wet. My little breasts and nipples had developed just a little and were visible through the cotton material. When his eyes caught sight of them my nipples hardened instantly. After the kids were in bed he gave me one of his wife’s tee shirts and told me to take mine off. He stared at my pert little breasts as I did as he told me. I felt very excited as I realised the effect this had had on him. It made me feel grown up.

Soon afterwards, when his wife was working on the weekend, he asked me to come over.  In the afternoon the kids were having their siesta and I had dosed off too on the sofa. I awoke to find him stroking my hair. He said not to say anything and slowly moved his hand down over my breasts massaging them gently. I moaned, faintly arching my back and bringing my little breasts forward a bit more. He slid his hand under my top and pinched my nipples firmly between his finger and thumb. I was electrified! He moved his hand down and undid my jean buttons and wriggling my arse a bit I helped him slide them down to my knees. He pushed my soft cotton knickers, massaging them into my very tight virginal pussy and then slid his finger under them and started to rub me. It made me so horny. He took his trousers off and taking his cock in his hand guided it to my pussy. He pushed and prodded into me. I didn’t really understand the new sensations then and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. He seemed to be fucking me very hard and energetically until, sweating, he tensed up, pulled himself from inside me and ejaculated over my slightly blooded pussy.

The next time my father was caressing me in bed I asked him if he wanted to ejaculate over me. He got very embarrassed, said I was a very naughty girl to talk like that and got up to leave. I felt rather embarrassed afterwards but discovered that talking like that excited me.

 

Where we lived in france there was nothing for teenagers. It was deadly dull. You had to go across the border to Belgium for any nightlife.

On my seventeenth birthday an older boy, Serge, took me to a disco with his brother and some friends in his car. They had lots to drink and had smoked some joints. On the way home in the car they were saying that they didn’t bother with girls that wouldn’t go all the way. I said that I would and slipped of my panties throwing them at Serge. He was driving too fast and crashed into a tree on a corner. His brother was killed. I had a broken check bone and was covered in small cuts from the broken glass.

My boyfriend, Serge, started using heroine and, as I couldn’t face the outside world with my disfigurement, I was soon drawn in. I never went back to school and hid away whilst my face healed, rarely going back home either. My father was furious and I refused to talk to him. I was always angry with my boyfriend, holding him responsible and telling him what an idiot he was, but was unable to leave him.  We were always short of money and desperate, until one time sitting next to Serge’s dealer friend on the sofa, the dealer started to caress my bum, pulling my skirt up further until his hand was inside my panties, while my useless boyfriend got high. Pulling my panties aside, he unzipped himself and fucked me in the bum on the sofa. The following occasion he asked me to undress in front of everyone in the room before telling me to lie down on the mattress on the floor. The others watched him fuck me, too stoned to even get a hard on or to join in. Then he phoned inviting us around and introduced me to one of his friends, who took me into a bedroom on our own. After he had finished I came out into the room and my boyfriend was gone. They told me not to worry he would be back soon and gave me another fix. When Serge returned he had my bag with some of my things and then left, leaving me there. My memory of that period is very unclear and I have no real sense of time. It is incredible when I think back that I didn’t feel any resistance to what was happening to me. I was very angry and couldn’t understand why this accident had happened to me instead of someone else. The way people treated me and my disfigured face was all part of the punishment. I knew I had to suffer it and knew I was a bad girl and deserved it.

One day my sister turned up with her husband and took me back home with her. I detoxed and then moved back with my father. He had no idea what had really happened, as my sister never told him the whole story. He was happy though that I was back and made me feel good inside again. He always made me feel special and really spoilt me.  My small scares from the glass healed sooner then I thought and disappeared altogether.  I still have an obsession with facial creams and looking after my body.

 

I was very young and changes happened very quickly then. My father had talked me into going to a secretarial school, which I found very boring.   At mid eighteen I had completely gotten over my depressive state and my sexual libido had fired up again. I became persistently aroused. My father had pornographic magazines and videos, which he would read or watch late at night. When he was out I would look through some of his magazines and watch bits of his videos in an excited frenzy. I couldn’t believe some of the things that they did in the videos. They filled my imagination and I became more curious about my bisexuality. I dreamed of being a porn star but have always being too worried that my scares would be visible. I never like people taking photos of me.

That summer my cousin, Fiona, came to visit from England, on her own, taking the boat train across the channel.  We slept together in my double bed, soon discovering each other’s bodies. She was even more of a nymphomaniac then me. We were very soon playing with and licking each other’s pussy’s for hours on end. I was sure that my father knew something was happening as we no doubt made so much noise, but we didn’t really care. We started to enjoy flouting our sexuality in front of him, which we found very funny, as he clearly didn’t know how to react.

We were sunbathing in the garden while father read his paper. We both undid our tops in front of him exposing our breast, which wasn’t all that unusual, but which unsettled him nevertheless. Then, lying down, we began to oil each other. I slipped out of my bikini bottoms and lay there in the sun totally naked, giggling with my cousin. I moved over to sit on her bum and started to rub more oil onto my cousin’s back, whilst slowly gyrating my pussy on her. I could see that my father was clearly pretending not to be paying much attention. Feeling that I could go further I pulled the bow of my cousin’s string bikini bottoms, lifting them aside, and started to massage her bum and thighs. I slid my hand down to caress her pussy making her very wet and massaged my pussy on the back of her leg. Father lowered his paper to get a better view. We were both getting so excited it was becoming impossibly difficult to not let ourselves completely go.

My father was very red and got up, going back into the house. I could see him looking through the bedroom window, watching us. Fiona turned over onto her back and nudging her legs apart I looked up at my father before lowering my head into her pussy, licking and flicking her clitoris with my tongue. Turning around, I moved on top of her to let her lick my pussy while I was licking hers, with my arse now pointing up in the air towards the house, until we brought each other to climax. I’m sure that my father was masturbating in the bedroom watching me.

Fiona wanted to go to the Cote d’Azur so we took the train and our rucksacks and stayed in a campsite, exploring each other's bodies in the tent. We would lie in the hot tent opposite each other using our toes to caress and prod each other’s wet pusses. We met lots of blokes who kept inviting us out. I had become very defensive and gave them a hard time, enjoying the reactions I got at their rejections. Fiona started hanging out more and more with a bloke she had met. I met Patricia who ran the boulangerie with her husband by the campsite. They had recently had their first baby. I immediately warmed to Patricia and her baby like to an elder sister. While her husband was in the bakery I helped Patricia with her baby and started sun bathing topless with her in their private garden. She had a large maternal bosom full of milk. When I started to rub sun lotion onto myself Patricia took the bottle and started to do my shoulders and back. I moaned with pleasure as her hands caressed my body and I gently lifted my arms at the right moment to let her hands slide around in front and caress the sides of my small pert breasts. She made them very erect. I turned and we kissed, rubbing our breasts together. I was so turned on suckling milk from her breasts. Her vagina was still large from childbirth and my thin hand easily slipped fully inside her. I left that day but came back the next and met with her husband to whom she had told everything. He was very nice and very well built with strong bakers’ arms with large hands and when Patricia suggested that I stay for the night I readily agreed. That night Patricia lay on her back on the bed while I licked her clitoris with my arse sticking up in the air while her well-endowed husband was furiously fucking my pussy, really pumping me hard, until he just exploded inside me letting out a primal groan. Patricia got annoyed and told him not to wake the baby with so much noise. In the morning Patricia and her husband were already up while I lay longer in bed. Patricia came in with a coffee and I asked her if she was ok. She was clearly jealous of her husband's enthusiasm the night before but said it was ok and only to be expected and we laughed it off. Soon her husband came back after having finished the morning bakery and came into the bedroom to shower and change for the afternoon. He joked with Patricia and me as we watched him undress and shower in the ensuite bathroom. When he came out he sat on the bed with us and started to caress my leg under the sheet, in front of Patricia. As he moved his hand up higher to my inner thigh I sighed with pleasure and started to caress Patricia. She wasn't looking very happy but I was feeling very horny again. The baby started crying so Patricia went to pick him up and started to breast feed him in the other room.

I pulled the bed sheet aside a little and opened my legs to show my wet pussy. He immediately started to caress my pussy pushing first one then two of his thick fingers into me and then climbed on top of me right away and started to fuck me really hard again. The bed was squeaking and I was moaning. I could see Patricia standing there in the doorway holding their baby in her arms, breast-feeding him, watching us with anguish on her face. I was over whelmed with sexual adrenaline by the power I had over her and her husband. I soon orgasmed with the excitement of the situation and the hardest and biggest dick I had ever had inside me.

My cousin and I soon afterwards returned home and she continued back to England.  My father was very glad that I was back. That night he came into my room to kiss me good night and asked me if I had met any nice boys. I wasn’t lying when I shyly said “no ”and that I would never like other boys as much as I loved him in any case. His hand was under the bed covers caressing my leg and moving up to my thigh. I giggled and told him that I didn’t have any panties on. He was trying to hide a bulge in his trousers that he somehow thought I couldn’t see and ran his hand up and down from my leg onto my waist over where the side of my panties would have been. As he ran his hand down to my inner thigh I parted my legs to encourage him towards my pussy.  He started gently caressing and massaging my pussy. I giggled again and drew back the bed covers to show him my completely naked body. He got up to leave kissing me good night again, quickly turning to hide his erection. My father was the only man who really loved and cared for me and had never remarried to bring me up on his own after my mother’s death. I always found his touch was very soft and erotic. I lay there unable to sleep tossing and turning until I realized that I could hear noises of a porno film from the living room. I lay there in bed still agitated, fantasying about being a porno star myself, being fucked by loads of men with my arse wide open to the camera and having my father there in the audience smiling at me every time I looked to see his reassurances. I knew I could please him more than any porno star on his videos. I got out of bed naked and quietly walked into the living room. He was there in his armchair in the dark, his hand slowly moving up and down in his lap. On the TV screen a bloke was screwing a girl in her arse while she was giving a blowjob to another guy. I came forward until he realized that I was there, hiding his penis in his hand and looking very embarrassed. I stood in front of him with my legs slightly parted and caressed myself gently. His erection stood out on its’ own. I straddled the armchair and slid his erection straight into me my wet pussy. I slowly gyrated and rode up and down on him until he pulled back and slipped out of me spurting his cum over my pussy and stomach. I got up to get some kitchen role and gently wiped him dry. He was really very nervous so I kissed him goodnight and quietly went back to my bedroom to continue massaging my clitoris between my fingers, still dreaming about being my father’s favorite porno star with sperm shooting all over my wide open arse, until I had climaxed twice. 

The following morning was bright and sunny again and I didn’t feel that there was any point putting my knickers on, especially considering the evening before. I pulled a tee shirt on that was only just long enough to cover my bum and went to join my father for breakfast. I stood up on my toes and kissed him good morning. I turned around to start making coffee and had to reach up to the top cupboard, lifting my tee shirt high up above my naked bum. As I realized the obviousness of this I felt his hand clasping my bum. He moved his hands up to my waist slightly pulling me towards him. I pushed my bum back onto his erection. All of a sudden I felt the flesh of his penis on my bum and with the wetness of my pussy he slipped straight inside me again. He started fucking me quite hard from behind until he pulled out and spurted his cum all over my bum. I turned and hugged him, letting him squeeze me in his arms. After he settled down he started apologizing, saying that he should never have let this happen and then he started getting angry calling me a little prick teaser, saying that I should wear panties at least at breakfast. I told him to learn how to control his hard on, when he slapped me on the face and said that I had always been a little tart and must have got it from my mother. I ran to my room and cried in bed, worrying whether my face was still all right. A few hours later my father came in saying he was sorry and that it was his fault for everything and took me in his arms. We agreed that I mustn’t parade around naked in the house anymore and that this was never to happen again and that at my age I should find myself a proper boyfriend.

I never completed the secretarial training but did a course for shop window dressing in women’s’ clothing and started dating a Belgium, Stephan, who lived across the border. My father pretended to like him very much but really he was a sorry looser for a boyfriend. He was a bit effeminate with a ponytail, thin arms and legs. He worked in a cafe as the barman. He got me a job serving at the tables and I moved into his apartment with him. That was in my early twenties. He was a bit of a mother's boy and we had arguments all the time. One time, while working in the cafe, I had a proposition from a mature couple from Luxembourg, that I could not refuse. He was an older man and his wife was a well-dressed middle-aged woman with large breasts. They were often at the cafe and one day serving them at their table the woman softly took my hand and looked at me straight in the eyes and explained that she had always fantasized about a bisexual experience but had never had one. Her husband proposed to pay me, roughly what I earned in the month, and added that he only wanted to watch. They were so harmless I said ok and agreed to meet them. I told Stephan I was meeting with a girlfriend and disappeared off.  They took me to a very smart hotel in Luxembourg and they primed me up with champagne in the room they had hired. I went into the bathroom and showered coming out completely naked with just a towel rapped around my hair. The lights were already dimmed and the woman stood up from her husband, leaving him seated as he had said. I came over to her and started to undress her and then as she lay down on the bed I knelt over her and started to kiss her body as she ran her fingers through my hair. She brought my head up to hers and we embraced and rolled our bodies together, her large breasts reminding me of Patricia's. We made love and we both came to orgasms. I got dressed and took the money, still very turned on, kissed the woman and left. I took a taxi back to the apartment. I was still so excited when I arrived back home that even after I got Stephan to fuck me I continued rubbing my clitoris and poking my fingertip in my arse until I had come a third time that night. Even then I still didn't calm down completely. It had been very erotic.

On another occasion I came back from visiting my father and when the train arrived at the station in Belgium, Stephan was not there to meet me. He had forgotten and I had been chatted up by a really gorgeous bloke on the train, who I had tried not to encourage, to be faithful to Stephan. I felt cheated and when I saw the same bloke from the train still watching me waiting, in my anger, I went up to him and told him that if he wanted to have sex with me he could!  He took me to his apartment and introduced me to his flat mate. We had a few drinks and lots of laughs as I was so horny and excited from what I was doing because I felt totally liberated from any guilt. They were playing a compilation and one of my favorite songs came on. I stood up and told them to remain seated on the sofa and started a very sexy striptease. I knelt down over the armchair opposite them with my arse and pussy sticking up in the air, slowly caressing myself. I told them not to move but that they should unzip themselves. I licked my finger and slowly eased it in and out of my tight arse, using my other hand to keep my bum wide open. I then told the boys to strip and pushed one back onto his sofa and then sat on him, first taking his cock in my hand and rubbing my clitoris with the head of his cock while he shivered with ticklish pain. I guided his cock into my vagina and rode up and down him a few times, pushing his penis head further inside me and then took his friends’ penis with my hand, guiding it to my mouth. I ran my hand up and down his long shaft sucking him as deeply as I could. Then I told him to get back behind me and to put his dick to good use in my unattended arse. He struggled a little at first but soon managed to push his way in on top of his flat mate. It felt great having one dick in my vagina and another up my arse rubbing together inside me. I was building up to a satisfying orgasm and started rubbing my clitoris at the same time. All that attention made me climax, stimulating the two boys to shoot their loads up me. I could feel cum starting to dribble out of both my arse and pussy in the taxi as I arrived home to a rather surprised and very apologetic Stephan. I said no problem and that it was probably me who had told him the wrong day! When he felt safe again we embraced and I made him lick my clitoris and arse until I orgasmed again, all the time apologizing for the salty taste saying that it was because I hadn't showered yet from the journey!!! I was feeling in a bitchy mood and Stephan was so easy to dominate. After he had brought me off I climbed on top of him taking his dick in my hand rubbing it against my clitoris again and then sliding it inside me riding up and down. I asked if he liked that, me on top, if he liked being dominated by bitches. He nodded and his stupid smug boyish face made me so angry. I pushed his face flat against the pillow with my open hand, pushing him harder in the check while I fucked him more violently. Like that I said, you like me hurting you? I clenched my fingers digging them into his face. I could feel his flesh catching under my fingernails. He completely clenched up struggling to back away from me. He pushed and half hit me aside saying that I had gone crazy. I said sorry and meowed softly pretending to purr, rubbing myself against him. I said that I had been too naughty and that he should give me a good spanking on the bottom. Offering my bum in the air he gave me a gently slap. I said that I had been naughtier then that, that he should slap my bum harder. I unslipped his leather belt from his jeans and folding it told him to use that. He swung the belt slapping it hard across my bottom making me cringe with the pain. It hurt me much more then I had thought it would. The sharp slapping pain was intense, stinging by bottom and bringing tears to my eyes as he continued. I didn’t stop him, enjoying the feeling that I deserved it, having had two other blokes inside me just before. I told him to fuck me hard from behind. Each time he slammed into my buttocks I could feel the stinging until I shuddered to another orgasm. I had blue bruises on my behind afterwards and Stephan had to pretend that he got scratched falling into a bush.

 

I wanted to explore my sexuality more and more and Stephan was not satisfying me enough. I was permanently aroused, often masturbating myself in front of him whilst he paid no attention. He was too conventional and too immature to excite me on his own initiative. One day I discovered a new shop that sold kinky clothing. A short black leather mini skirt and some long black high-heeled boots attracted me. I tried them on and they were fantastic. The woman working there said that there were more interesting objects in the back room. They had lots of different vibrators and whips and things. As soon as I saw it took my fancy immediately and I knew that Stephan was just the person I needed to try it out with. It was a strap on cock, which I have still have today. When I got home I showed him the mini skirt saying that he was going to take me out to a club that night. I danced loads that evening showing off my bum in my new leather mini and high-heeled boots. We were sitting behind a round bar, mostly behind the barman and in the dark, and I made him play with my pussy whilst I innocently sipped at my drink. I made sure he was satisfactorily horny. When we arrived back at the apartment he pushed me onto the fold out sofa as I took my top off. He took his trousers off revealing a nice hard cock. I took him in my mouth and started to caress his buttocks slowly moving my finger closer towards his arse. He was very aroused and thought I was being very kinky. Little did he know! I told him to lie down and sucking him even more, lifted his legs up to start licking his arse. I stopped and said that I had a surprise for him and went into the bedroom and put on the strap on dildo. I came out again with lubricant and poured some over his cock and started to wank him off. He said that it felt great. I worked my fingers towards his arse hole slowly working one inside him with the lubricant. I had his legs in the air and pushing them further towards him I guided the dildo up to his arse. I gently nudged it into him while, leaning back, I wanked his cock at the same time with my available hand. I pushed his buttocks further apart and pumped him harder and harder biting my teeth together. I told him to call me a bitch and to beg to be fucked harder. He shot his load high into the air. I took the strap on off and turning around sat over his face telling him to lick me and push his finger up my arse.

The job at the bar was very uneventful and I couldn’t stand Stephan any longer so I told him we were finished. I quit working at the bar and I asked him to move out of the apartment. I got a job with a small fashion designer making dresses but told Stephan that as long as he agreed to continue paying the rent he could come back and fuck me occasionally. The first time he came back I made him feel comfortable and let him fuck me on the bed but on the following visit I just welcomed him in without even kissing him telling him that I didn’t have much time. I undressed in front of him and lay down on my front on the sofa telling him to take me from behind. He lay on top of me penetrating me from behind. He was nice and hard, as I like cocks to be, and clearly too excited to be his usual complicated self. He came quickly and as I wiped myself of his sperm I showed him to the door saying that I will see him next time. It was great being such a slut. He really had no idea how horny it made me. He kept phoning me and begging me for us to get back together. The next time he asked me if I had already met someone else. I told him about some one-night stands but said that if he wanted sex he should get on with it or just leave. He undressed as I unzipped and slid out of my mini skirt and knickers. I sat back on the sofa again with my legs spread apart. He wasn’t very hard and had difficulty getting his cock inside me. I told him that if he couldn’t get a hard on there was no point in trying, but he desperately insisted that he could now that his cock was inside me. I could feel him hardening in me and told him to hurry up. He started really sweating frantically trying to cum as quickly as possible. I told him that the blokes who I had been with since we split up had much firmer cocks and could fuck me harder. His erection died off on the spot so I pushed him aside and put my knickers back on. He kept saying that he was just about to cum and that he’s still very horny and desperate to finish. I said that he could wank himself off on the sofa. He started to rub his cock up and down in his hand without much success. He asked if he could have some hand cream, which I gave him from the bathroom. I said that he still wasn’t even hard. He insisted that it was getting harder if only I would do something sexy. He had no idea at all how much fun I was really having humiliating him. I pulled up my top showing him my breasts. He instantly got hard again and started to wank himself. I turned around and bending over, slowly lowered my knickers again pushing my pussy up to his face, just close enough for him to smell the perfume of my pussy. I then lay down on the ground spreading my legs apart, caressing my pussy, opening it wide with my fingers and then sliding one in all the way. He was wanking away furiously as I told him to come over and shoot his load over my open pussy. He pushed his cock towards my open pussy still wanking himself and shot his sperm straight into me as I held my pussy lips wide open. As he finished I told him to get down and lick all his cum from out of my pussy. Holding his head I kept his face in my pussy until I was properly finished too.

I changed jobs to work as a shop assistant for women’s clothing at Tiffanys in Luxembourg, though I continued to live in Belgium. The rent was very expensive in Stephan’s old apartment but not as expensive as in Luxembourg. After Stephan stopped paying the rent I had to take a night job in addition at an old run down “café concert” cabaret club on the border between Belgium and Holland, near Luxembourg. There were lots of drugs coming in from Holland but I refused to touch heroine again. I was serving drinks and collecting empty glasses and was not expected to wear very much. I started slightly timidly, until I realized that the blokes weren’t actually as badly behaved as I thought they would be. I would let them squeeze my bum or put their arm around me. The clients tipped very well, especially those from Luxembourg. The boss organized theme evenings, the most popular being tropical night, serving rum punch dressed only in a string bikini. I could wear very sexy outfits and was constantly aroused at work, but also very frustrated. It was difficult meeting people outside of work with its long hours and I wasn’t actually having much sex. At work, I got on really well with Mireille, one of the other girls. She had a long-term boyfriend and was always pushing me on to do things she wouldn’t dare do herself. We both flirted like mad with Jos the Flemish barman who had a perfect six-pack but proved to be discreetly gay. The boss was always after me, putting his arm around me and constantly touching me. He gave me extra money to buy skimpy sexy bikinis or semi see-through outfits. He also gave me cocaine from time to time to help with the long hours. It didn’t take long before he would run his hand under my short skirt feeling my bum and inevitably groping my pussy. I could see that he got quite a kick from doing this as publicly as possible. One night, when we were cleaning up after the clients had gone I was sitting down on a bar stool inside the bar smoking a cigarette. He came over and gave me a little line of coke, then put his hands on my legs, caressed them apart, reached up to my panties and slowly pulled them down, taking them off altogether. I wasn’t very surprised and let him caress me a little more. He knelt down and buried his head between my legs. After a few stares from the other employees they soon ignored us. I think I surprised him though coming to an orgasm so quickly. He unzipped himself intending to enter me but I asked him what type of a girl he thought I was. He stood there disappointed not sure what to do. He offered me some money. I proposed a strip tease instead for the same amount. I had often fantasized of stripping in the club so I put some music on and started dancing. I lifted my top off and wriggled out of my mini skirt, just keeping my high heels on. Indicating for him to sit down I came over to lap dance over him telling him he could wank himself off. He didn’t take long shooting his sperm over his own trousers.

After that he was always desperate for me. I let him drive me home after work, allowing him to quickly wank himself after watching me play with my little clitoris, sliding my wet pussy on the black leather passenger seat of his BMW. He supplied me liberally with cocaine or speed for the late nights at work.

He told me that he had been thinking about having a full striptease every now and again in the club and asked if I would do it. I knew I really wanted to but for some reason I said no.

He found a dutch stripper to do a striptease towards the end of the night, one saturday. She was blonde with firm round breasts and was an excellent dancer. She certainly animated the dance area and we were kept very busy at the bar. The evening was building up with anticipation until the boss finally announced her striptease. At the end she pulled the two sides of her bikini string, quickly revealing her neatly trimmed pussy before covering herself up and scampered back to the storeroom. After that evening I became more adventurous myself in the club. I experimented with short skirts that could barely cover my transparent panties or slightly longer figure hugging skirts but with no knickers at all. It made bending down for drinks behind the bar an event! Doing a striptease with the dutch girl became my regular masturbation fantasy so the next time she came back I went into the back room where she was changing, offered her a little coke that the boss had given me, and asked her what it was like, stripping in public. She said that she had really had lots of good fun. I touched her bunny tail that she had just put on and laughed again saying that I agreed it did seem like good fun. She then pulled out another bunny tailed G-string and tee shirt from her bag and laughingly said that I should put them on and join her. I said yes, having hoped for this opportunity, stripped off and put the tee shirt and G-sting on. She looked at me standing there and said that I was very beautiful and very lucky to have such a gorgeous body and that I should show it off completely! She really hit the right spot. She ran her hands down my tee shirt making my small but erect breasts stand out a little more, gave me a little kiss on the lips and said she would see me later on in the club. I went back serving at the bar waiting until the boss announced the striptease. The others had guessed what I was up to.

The boss was very happy when I went to join the dutch girl on the dance floor. We danced together running our hands up and down our bodies. Everyone was cheering and it made me so horny that I nearly couldn’t contain myself.  She then crossed her arms and lifted her tee shirt up slowly over her head throwing it aside. She danced still looking at me as I followed and crossed my arms and lifted my tee shirt off as well. She took me by the hand again and kept me dancing. She then continued to run her hands up and down her body caressing her breasts. I followed, squeezing my nipple between my finger and thumb, and smiling, as I had never been so excited in all my life. The blokes were really enjoying this and I couldn’t resist moving my hands onto her body. Cocaine always makes me really horny. I started caressing her breasts, pulling her closer rubbing our breasts together. The boss was smiling, things having been beyond his best expectations! She then caressed my bum and knelt down slowly taking down my g-string with her. I covered my shaved pussy with my two hands as I stepped out of my string. I then moved behind her pulling her body close onto mine to cover me as I too knelt down taking off her g-string as well. The guys behind me must have had a good view, as I felt very conscious bending down knowing that my bum was clearly visible. I followed her back to the storeroom gathering up the g-string as I went which I quickly put back on in order to continue serving behind the bar topless. Everyone wanted to buy drinks at the bar and having all those blokes just drooling over my tits was making my pussy so wet. The boss loved it.

The evening slowed down finally as people began to leave. I was sitting at the bar, having had some more coke, smoking a cigarette and drinking champagne, that the boss had offered us on the house, with the blonde stripper and several blokes desperately trying to chat us up. She was already in her normal clothes ready to leave but I had the tee shirt already back on as well as the string. With so many blokes, as well as the boss, all drooling over me it must have been perfectly obvious that I was just waiting for something to happen. The damp patch between my legs must have been clearly visible as I could feel my thighs sliding against each other when I moved, lubricated by my pussy juices.  The stripper got up to leave and said that I could keep the string and tee shirt. I stood up, said no its ok, smiled, crossed my arms again and lifted the tee-shirt off and then bent down taking the now very wet bunny g-string off as well. The blokes were enjoying this and the blonde stripper laughed. I asked her to stay with us a little longer but she said no she had her boyfriend waiting at home for her. She kissed me on the lips again in front of the very excited men and left.

I said to the boss that that just leaves me and, smiling, I sat back on the swivel barstool now completely naked apart from my high heels. Facing the boss and the other blokes, I slowly parting my legs running my hand down my body towards my pussy.  I took my little pea of my clitoris in between my two forefingers and thumb and gently squeezed it, opening my mouth with a little ohh. One of the blokes knelt down in front of me immediately. I had worked up quite a juice and was soon having muscle spasms and pushing on his head as he expertly licked me. I stood up, unzipped his bulging cock in front of the others, and knelt down in my turn to suck him off. He could hardly hold himself. I stood up again before he came and went round to the side of the swivel chair leaning my elbows and forearms on it with my arse sticking up in the air. He drove his hard cock into me. I turned to my boss and asked him what he wanted to do. He unzipped himself and offered his cock to my mouth. I was surprised how quickly he shot his sperm inside my mouth. I then felt a hand run up my back to my neck grabbing a hold of my hair and pulling my head backwards as another hard cock penetrated me. The other blokes who had been watching unzipped themselves, waiting to satisfy their cocks. I tried to gasp with pleasure but I had two cocks in my mouth already while being fucked hard by some bloke from behind. I was already dripping with sperm as he pulled his cock out of me and slowly slid it into my tight arse. Again I gasped. By this stage there were more men who soon unzipped themselves leaving their dicks hanging out.

I moved from the bar to the seating area, bringing Jos over with me, positioning myself on my knees sticking my bum up in the air and told Jos that I wasn’t going to let him get away tonight. I gestured for two more cocks again for my mouth. I felt a sudden spurt hit the corner of my eye and run down my check as someone ejaculated over my hair and side of my face. The guy whose cock I was sucking suddenly pulled it out of my mouth and wanking himself ejaculated all over my face as well, as I heard Jos obviously ejaculate from behind. After all I can’t see what should be so different with my bum for a gay bloke. Before I could think what was happening there was already another bloke with a stiff hard cock pushing it into my mouth and again another from behind. I could see sperm dripping off my body. My hair was covered with sperm and my arse was getting painful but I was now in a trance of my wildest emotions and I wanted more and more. I was going to let everyone fuck me to kingdom cum. I thought of my father, if he could see me now he’d see that I was better then any porn star he’d ever seen on video. I pulled two cocks towards me again pushing them into my mouth at the same time, to the continued astonishment of their owners. I was getting it very hard in the arse wondering if they would ever get back into my pussy. I could feel the sperm running down over my pussy and then down my legs. I wiped some more sperm from my eyes with the back of my hand just as another load of sperm came shooting forward. I had to keep my eyes shut, as they were stinging with salty sperm. A lot of them were furiously wanking themselves and just spurting there’re cum over me. I was just euphoric as men were pushing about to get nearer to me. I already knew that I liked being a dirty slut but just how much I was now really finding out! Some of them were calling me “putain de salope” and “prend ca dans la geulle bitch” as they shot their sperm in my face. This was just heaven. There was so much sperm all over me and on the floor around me. I noticed that the boss had come back for more. I felt my arse was going to split as they were trying to hold my slippery bum checks so wide apart as others were fucking it.

 

The owner and the doorman started guiding them out and I stood up absolutely dripping in sperm, totally stunned with myself and in a state of shock. I started to tremble. I couldn’t stand straight my arse hurt so much. I got stomach cramps and slipped on the floor, my hands sliding in all the sperm. There were lots of condoms lying about on the floor but I started to worry about those that hadn’t used one. The boss helped me up and took me to the back room and tried to help me get cleaned up a little. Still trembling I put my clothes on. My hair was just disgusting all sticking together with jelly globs, but there was nothing I could do to improve it. I had drying sperm all over me that was sticking to my tee-shirt as I tried to pull it on. The boss said he would take me home. It was already daylight when we went outside and people were busy starting their day. I must have looked a real sight. In the car I didn't say anything. My arse and stomach were really hurting and I couldn’t sit still.

After that eventful evening I had to stay at home for several days until I could walk more normally without my arse hurting so much. I was so worried about what diseases I could have caught. I really could not believe how lucky I was with the results of the blood tests. I had them redone to be sure and thought I shall never be so carefree again.

I was soon back to work though. Mirelle couldn’t believe that I had been such a slut and I could see she was burning with jealousy. Her boyfriend had proposed to her and she wasn’t going to confuse things she said. Jos said he had really enjoyed my arse and had been very turned on with all the other blokes about. The doorman treated me like royalty after that and although I didn’t really like him much it did feel good knowing that he was looking after me. We had more regular stripper nights thereafter. The boss kept a good balance only having special stripping nights occasionally so as not to singularize the clientele.  I had always been dressing sexily but after that first stripping night I became even more adventurous. I had bought a black fish net one-piece bodice, covering my nipples with a cross of black electrical tape, showing my bare breasts and the rest of my naked body underneath. I had to totally shave my pussy to wear it when I worked behind the bar as it just covered my pussy up to my clitoris, but no further. I experimented bleaching my hair blonde but found it didn’t suit me, so I dyed it bright red instead and had it cut into a short bob. It was very sexy. One particular night we had a private party hire the bar and I ended up dancing on a table as the group of blokes had been tipping me all evening.  I took my g-string off altogether and opened my legs wide, parting my pussylips for all to view. It got such a cheer as I started to slide first one and then two fingers inside. I suddenly realized that I was bringing myself close to orgasm, but by then it was too late and I had to go all the way to the absolute astonishment of everyone. I hurried back to the safety of the storeroom expecting trouble from the now very aroused blokes. As you can imagine I was constantly propositioned for paid sex but the boss had warned me we had already over stepped the mark too many times and I had to be careful. In any case the tips were already making me more then my pay. There were some occasions when I couldn’t help myself though. On an unusually quite evening another group of friends were insisting I do another striptease for them alone. I said it was early, maybe later. They started to offer me more and more money. They were soon the only customers left and I told the doorman to close up and not let anyone else inside. I cleared their table of drinks and began a striptease. They offered me more money to fuck. I lay on the coffee table massaging my open pussy and told them to wank over me instead.

 

One of the customers, a bearded Belgium, offered me tequila and I came to sit with him and his friends. Before long his hand had run up the inside of my mini skirt. I got up to leave but suggested he follow me to the gents in a few minutes. I hung around in front of the door to the gents until he arrived taking his hand and closing us in a cubical. I kissed him raising my leg around behind his bum rubbing my pussy on his crutch. He grabbed me by the arm and twisted me around pushing me half over the toilet. He lifted my mini skirt over my bum and pulled my panties aside. Grabbing my then long hair from behind into a ponytail he thrust himself into me in deep full strokes on his thick shaft. He pulled my hair right back hurting me but making me groan out loud. As he fucked me faster and harder he started to slap my bum on one side to the other as he pulled on my hair. I had never been taken with such determination before and he knew just how much I loved it. After he came he slapped me hard on the bum again, zipped himself up, opened the door and left. I still had my knickers down and saw a group of blokes just staring at me through the open door. I quickly pulled myself together and went back to the bar a bit shocked and very surprised. He completely ignored me until I came up to him again and asked him if he would take me home tonight on his bike. He smiled and said fine he would wait. I couldn’t believe he had made me ask him. That night he was very loving and tender in bed.

After dating with him for a couple of months he asked me to move in with him and leave the club. He lived at Waterloo just outside of Bruxelles. He was twenty two years older then me but I was ready to start my own family with him. He had an antique furniture restoration workshop and only dealt with the finest pieces. He drove the top of the range BMW and bought me a Golf as a moving in present. He gave me lots of fine jewelry and indulged my passion for designer haut couture clothes. I desperately wanted a baby but his own adolescent daughter was in a clinical state of depression and was very aggressive and nearly violent towards me. Her mother had been a real bitch and ran off with her husbands lawyer who came from a better social class. He avoided the subject of us having children more and more until I began to wonder if we were ever going to start having a baby.  I wanted to be a mother pure and spiritually clean. I didn’t want to make love anymore unless we were going to have a baby. He asked me to marry him and have a baby. I felt very relieved and immediately opened up with an explosion of sexual desire. We got married and honeymooned in New York. Little by little though I understood that he didn’t really want another baby and that his first family had been enough. His daughter caused us considerable trouble and became very possessive of her father and jealous of me.  He began to have difficulty breathing at night from too many cigarettes and too much alcohol and later had to wear an oxygen mask that kept me awake all night. When his business started going badly as well, and he turned more and more to alcohol I left him, after five years together, only one of which married. I got a job again as a shop assistant, first with Beneton and then in haute couture with Max Mara in Bruxelles.

I didn’t like living near my ex-husband though, so I decided to move back with my father who had now moved to the sw of France, just outside of Toulouse.

 

I had almost been totally faithful to my husband during the entire five years, despite his horrible breathing mask at night! With his good income my husband often paid for me to go to spa centers with the wives of some of his friends. I had one masseur who was very muscular and very good-looking. I asked for an hour-long full body massage. I was wearing a white bathrobe and the room was dimly lit with incense and candles. He said that he would leave the room while I got up onto the massage bed, telling me to lie under the sheet. I immediately slide the robe off my shoulders telling him it was too late he needn’t leave the room.  Naked I climbed onto the bed as he covered me with the sheet and then lying on my front he ran his powerful hands over my back. When he moved down to my legs he ran his hands all the way up my leg over my bum. His fingers ran temptingly close to my pussy each time. I wasn't going to let him get away with that so the next time I gently parted my legs allowing his hands to slide closer without any obstruction. He quickly got the message and was soon rubbing my soaking pussy. He brought me off to a superb orgasm that really relaxed me. I had often masturbated secretly in the spas as the water jets on my pussy were just too much.

 

 

After I left my first husband I tried a few more relationships that never worked. I had moved in with Christine who worked in the estate agency while trying to find an apartment for me to rent in Toulouse, near where my father was living. I stayed working for Max Mara in Toulouse. Christine and I had hit it off immediately on the first day she was showing me apartments and I spent that night in bed with her. Making love with another woman is a breath of fresh air especially after a divorce. I ended up sharing her apartment with her. She was a bit jealous of me dating blokes all the time but I had explained to her that I wanted a baby. I was feeling on the shelf and wondered if I was ever going to meet a bloke and become a mother. All the guys I met turned out to be disasters. One guy I moved in with was a psychopath, beating me in the face. He burnt all my family and childhood photographs including those I had of my mother. Another took me on holiday to Corsica to his bosses’ villa. His boss was a complete crook and I couldn’t believe how naive my boyfriend was. His boss insisted on hitting on me all the time, eventually fucking me in the middle of his living room, in front of everyone, while hosting a party. I left the next day already knowing where that relationship was going! Eventually I met my second husband at a friend’s wedding. He was English and on our first time in bed together, took my hips in his hands and looking at my flat stomach, said that that was where he wanted his child. He was very romantic and shy to begin with but soon learnt some tricks of the trade that got me to orgasm every time. He would take me out to smart hotels for some fun role-playing games that I like. I would inevitably ask cash upfront from him as I played the call girl. Other times if we were walking home late at night I would sometimes run ahead of him and then solicit him while leaning against a wall under a street lamp. I would lift my skirt and slide him inside me and let him fuck me against the wall and then walk the rest of the way home with his cum dribbling down my legs and my panties in his pocket! He loved it and had clearly never been with an experienced girl before.

I enjoyed dominating him and nick named him my little twittypie after Sylvester and twittypie. He liked me on top in my black pvc miniskirt and bra. I liked to be Cleopatra, sitting naked on the sofa, with him at my feet on the floor offering up grapes. He was shocked, though, lying in the bath when I climbed in and standing over him, let my warm pee run down my legs onto him. It gave him an instant erection for me to sit down on. I love the sensation of my own hot pee running down my legs and fantasize about having a woman urinate over my breasts. Another time, he was licking my pussy while in the shower. I told him I had to pee but he just buried his tongue in deeper. I told him I would pee on his face. Holding my waist with both hands, he pressed his thumbs into either side of my bladder, causing me to gush pee all over him and into his mouth. For a shy starter he quickly found his true inner perverted self!

 

I had several miscarriages though and our marriage didn’t last longer then my first, in fact not even five full years with only ten months of marriage. The blood tests after the miscarriages revealed that I had had hepatitis and they advised me against trying to have a baby until well after the end of any treatment. That really meant that I was going to be too old to have a baby in any case. Knowing this it was difficult putting up with having to live with a bloke expecting me to cook and clean after him, just because they go out to work. Anyway, since realising that I’m not going to become a mother I started to let go again and feel much younger. I’m very lucky to have kept a firm and slender figure, 83-59-88, with my weight varying between 51 and 53kgs depending on my emotional state. I loose weight very easily and have to make special efforts to regain any lost kilos. At least, though, not having had children I don’t have wrinkled breasts and still have a tight muscular pussy. I do special work outs on my bum all the time to keep my figure as I still wear my haut couture dresses. My secret against cellulite is a regular spanking!

 

My second husband had insisted that I start to see a psychotherapist after the death of my father. He had a heart attack alone at home. I felt guilty that I had not been there to look after him. Maybe I could have called an ambulance in time. I sometimes woke up in the middle of the night waking my husband saying that my father was in the bedroom. That he was just standing there talking to me beside the bed. I had erotic dreams of a man massaging my pussy and when I turned to look or opened my eyes in the dream it would be my father. I have always felt guilty towards my sisters who have always been jealous of me. The psychotherapist was a very attractive older man with a white beard. I had never met a man who was so interested in listening to me and I just opened up to him immediately. I told him about my car accident and then the heroine. I told him about my father and me, how I always wanted to be special to him so that he wouldn’t be angry with me like he had been with my mother and sisters. How I used to like his caresses and sitting on his lap without my knickers, feeling his hard on through his trousers, just under my pussy. How much I always wanted his attention.

What he said to me about my family made a lot of sense but he also explained that I have had long term unbalanced hormones and excessive adrenaline that keeps me sexually aroused, from the stress and trauma of my teens. He also explained to me that I associate sexual desire with the forbidden, which he said was quite common with exhibitionists.  I always knew that I was different from most other women as I can orgasm almost as easily as men.  He told me it was important to express my emotions and that I should write down my experiences and started me on a course with a relaxation therapist. He made me realize that my mother’s death had had much more of an impact on me then my father’s.

After a while though, I realised the psychotherapist was rapidly loosing objectiveness.  He was asking for more and more sexual details and for fun I made sure that I wore sexy outfits and semi transparent dresses. He made me feel very secure and had the maturity that I need from a man.

I had never told anyone about my father and me before but with the visits to the psy I started telling my husband everything as well. It excited me telling him my secrets and I would masturbate his cock in bed telling him all that I had told the psy, including the details with my father, and how excited I had made the old man during the sessions, that I was sure he was in love with me. Then I would climb on top of him rubbing his penis head hard against my clitoris until he was ready to cum and then plunge him into my pussy as he shot his load far up inside me.

 

Since leaving my second husband I’ve moved into a ground floor apartment, walking distance from the center of town and by the canal. It’s not exactly a red light area though there are a few girls who work the canal at night. I started working for another haute couture de luxe shop in Toulouse, whose name I must withhold, but soon had to quit. The boss was an old pervert, of the really unpleasant kind, and his wife a pure sadist or more simply put, a complete bitch. I was sacked and couldn’t get another job in haute couture. Beside most of the old bags that could afford to shop there didn’t have figures that matched the outfits. They kept complaining about the dresses when all I wanted to tell them was that they were too old and fat. When my second husband stopped sending me monthly payments and my application for housing benefits refused because I had quit my job, I started to have real financial problems. My father’s estate was of no consequence and as I was still married then I spent it without concern. I had no school exams because of the car accident and couldn’t get another job worth taking. In the meantime I had begged some credit from a second hand furniture guy who I think fancied me and had already borrowed money from friends.

Walking by the canal at night, coming back from the town center, blokes were always staring from their cars, obviously unsure about me, and one night, alone after leaving the cinema, a car pulled up besides me. He asked me how much I asked. I wasn’t shocked having expected and even fantasized that this might happen one night. I had already seriously been considering the money that I could be making in just a short time. He was a young man and he looked rather shy and harmless. I was filled with excited adrenaline again and asked an affordable price. I told him to park and follow me under the bridge. When I got there it was so dark I couldn’t even see the money he gave me but I put it in my bag and started to rub his cock from the outside of his trousers. He was very nervous but I told him to relax. I unzipped him and slid my hand inside his trousers and started to massage him. He hardened instantly and I asked him if he had a condom. He tore it open and started to put it on as I slipped my panties off and lifted my skirt. With the other hand I took his cock again and guided it to my pussy and hurriedly squeezed him in me. He started groaning immediately as I leant against the wall and let him fuck me until he came. Then he stepped back pulled the condom off, thanked me and hurried back to his car like a naughty schoolboy. I also hurried back to my apartment and excitedly came to an orgasm rubbing my clitoris in the bath.

 

Despite my bad experiences at seventeen I had always found taking money for sex an exciting role-playing act. I would have liked to have lived in Paris during the swinging twenties with rich old men in top hats and black tie. Recently a girl friend invited me to come out with her and meet some English friends of friends of hers that were coming for a night out on the town. I agreed to come along and keep her company and maybe meet some nice new people at the same time. We all met in a restaurant in town. Three of them were pilots on an airbus-training course, one a smooth hansom looking African who worked for Air Seychelles. They were with an English couple that lived nearby in the countryside who were also accompanied by a Swedish girl friend of the wife. They were having a wild time ordering more and more wine until we left to go to a nightclub. There they ordered champagne and really started throwing the money around. The wife and her Swedish girlfriend very casually stood up and said that they were leaving and would drive home on their own, leaving her husband with his three pilot friends with me and my girlfriend. I was sure that the wife and Swedish girl were bisexual and were not leaving early because they were tired! We carried on drinking champagne and dancing until the husband suggested that we all go back to his place and have some more drinks there. My girlfriend had had enough of their drunken behavior and encouraged me to leave with her. I said no that I would stay with them but she protested asking how I would get back home. The husband, John, pulled out a hundred euro note and gave it to me, saying that with that I could take a taxi back whenever I liked. I took it and my girlfriend left on her own. I climbed in the back of their car in between two of the pilots. They kept trying to run their hands under my dress as I giggled and struggled, drunk with champagne. When we arrived I saw that he had a very nice house filled with very English antique furniture and paintings. I sat down on the sofa as he lit the fire and was served more champagne. They were all joking with me and still desperately trying to feel me up. I was playing the proper but suggestive french girl fending off their groping hands when John opened his wallet again and taking more money out asked whether that would be enough to break the ice! I took the money immediately and slid my dress off one of my shoulders. No sooner had I started then he came over and tore my dress open, pushing me back on the sofa. The three pilots were taking their clothes off and started to grab me by the arms and legs holding me open and pinning me down. I started to struggle a bit in a panic when all of a sudden John tore my panties apart as well. They held my legs apart as the he rammed his cock into me telling me that that’s how bitches take it. The black guy stuffed his cock in my mouth. I saw one of the others come over holding a riding whip telling them to turn me over on my front. The other one took my torn panties and stuffed them into my mouth as they spun me over. The next thing I knew I felt an intense pain ring through my body as I heard the sharp slap on my bum. I struggled and tried to scream when I felt the second sharp sting run through me. One of them grabbed my buttocks and started fucking me hard, pounding against my stinging bottom. They turned me over again on the sofa with one of them behind me holding my legs above my head and lifting my arse into the air. John was squeezing a tube of lubricant jelly onto my arse hole as the air Seychelles pilot started to push his, needless to say, kingsize cock in, dilating me to the full, then pumping away until I felt his hot sperm spurting over me. John then pushed himself in again also coming very shortly afterwards, the two others then taking their turns.

Just as they were finishing the wife came down the stairs asking what all the noise was about. She saw me on the sofa and looking bemused asked whether they had all quite finished. Her husband laughingly replied yes they had as the other three pilots giggled. She came over to me and taking me by the hand said that I should come along with her. She took me upstairs and opening the door to her bedroom said to her Swedish girlfriend, lying in her bed, look what the boys brought home and told her that I still had their hot sperm on me. The Swedish girl pulled aside the bedding inviting me in as the wife guided me over. She then climbed in after me. Immediately the Swedish girls’ hands smoothly started running all over my body as the wife pressed herself against my back and bottom. It felt really good the contrast of pain from my little whipping on my sore arse followed by smooth female pleasure. The Swedish girl buried her head in my pussy and started to lick my arse and pussy of all their cum while the wife fondled my small breasts and embraced me until I orgasmed. I lay in between the two of them for what was left of the rest of the night and into the late morning. When we got up around midday, the three pilots had already left and John cooked us breakfast. He apologized that he had got carried away the night before, tearing my dress and panties, saying that he had got a little drunk. His wife gave me one of her dresses. Before his wife took me back to town he asked me for my number if ever I would come back for another evening. I gave him my mobile and said I would think about it. I had enough money from just one night to solve most of my immediate money problems. I went home happy as could be wondering if he would call again.

 

I did part time studying to re-qualify in the exams I had missed at school. It was a lighter version of school exams but which were sufficient to get me onto a training programme to become an “educatrice” social worker. I had to study psychology and social education and had to work part time, unpaid, at a social-center for re-insertion cases. One of them had been in prison most of his life for the murder of his wife. I felt very uncomfortable there and requested moving to a center for young children, pre adolescent. They said that I might have problems there remaining emotionally detached so I accepted working at a center for abused women instead. It is difficult to listen to them always feeling sorry for themselves, but I am good at helping them realize the power and qualities that women can exorcise over men. There’s only so much though you can listen to someone taking about suicide before you start hoping that they’ll just get on and do it, especially when your not even being properly paid for it!

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before John called me back asking if I wanted to come to a summer pool party he was going to have at his house. He offered to pay me again. I asked what exactly he had in mind and he replied everything you could think of!  I brought a large tube of lubricant and a box of condoms with me as with the hepatitis problem I had to be sure I had safe sex. I hadn’t started the treatment as I wasn’t having any ill effects nor had any liver damage, so decided to leave the treatment ordeal for later. It was a very hot evening and I arrived around 9 as he was preparing the BBQ. His wife came out carrying some hors-d’oeuvres, kissed me and asked how I was. Her husband asked if I felt good for the evening. I smiled, lifted my top off exposing my naked breasts and let my skirt slide to the ground. I dived into the pool in my string bikini bottoms. There were already some of his guests there but the others soon arrived afterwards. I dried myself off and started to offer around the plate of hors-d’oeuvres, topless with my nipples fully erect. It brought a smile onto everyone’s face. There was endless champagne and good dancing music. I hadn’t had such a good time for a long time. The champagne had really got to my head and I felt really young again. I kept giving champagne glasses to the other girls to get them going too. They were clearly very excited by me being topless and I was just waiting for one of them to join me. There was one girl in particular whom I noticed was always looking across at me. She was always busy talking to some blokes though. I soon persuaded some of the girls to come for a swim. Soon we were three topless girls in the pool in front of everyone, splashing out at the blokes who ventured too near. It was now night and the light in the pool illuminated our bodies. The blokes started to encourage us and I swam towards a girl sitting on the roman steps. I came up upon her between her legs bringing my breasts up over her stomach squeezing onto hers. She laughed and took my waist in her hands to join in rubbing her breasts against me. The blokes just loved it. As one came over to grab her she got up covering her breasts with her arms and ran in side giggling. As I stood up out of the pool a bloke came over and moving his hand to my waist pulled the string bow that held my bikini bottom together. It fell to the ground and I stood there stark naked. He pulled me up against him squeezing my body against him and started to embrace me. I lifted my leg sliding up against him as I felt him hardening in his trousers. He put his hands under my bum and lifted me up. I locked my legs around his bum, giving everyone a good view of my arse. His mates were cheering as he made to carry me towards the house. I asked if he was too embarrassed to take me here and now in front of all his friends, that maybe he wasn’t all that big! The others cheered and cleared away a space on a table by the pool, which he sat me on. I undid his belt to slide his trousers down. The girl who had been watching me earlier from the other side of the pool had her eyes glued to me. He had an enormous buldge in his pants. I rubbed his cock through his pants, then inserting my hand pulled him out into the open. I asked john the host if he would get me my box of condoms and the lubricating gel. When he returned I pulled open a condom saying that there’s enough for everyone and squirting some gel onto him starting to rub his cock up and down the outside of my pussy, checking that he was as hard as possible before guiding him into me. He pushed my legs up and back fucking me nice and hard. When he finished I got some cushions and put them on the table to kneel on. The open box of condoms was on the table and I started to caress my bum checks taking the lubricating tube and squirting it onto my bum crack. I massaged it into my bum sliding my long finger in and out until I dilated enough to squeeze half the contents of the lubricating tube into my arse. The blokes had got the message already and the next one who already had his condom on came over and slid his cock into my bum. He was fucking me really well too, having no difficulty coming within minutes. The next bloke I made lie on the table and straddled over him sliding up and down his cock with my pussy. I reached behind with my hand to pull aside my bum cheek opening my arse hole enough for someone to get the message. Someone slid his cock into my arse while I fucked this guy under me. I indicated for a guy to come forward to let me suck his dick. It was not long before I was orgasming myself. Tingling all over with excitement I got up and had another glass of champagne. John, the host came over, slapping my bum and sliding his finger into my pussy saying that that was quite a performance. I thanked him for the compliment saying that I hadn’t finished yet. I started chatting with some of the blokes seeing the girl that was still staring at me still being chatted up by some blokes. John invited me to come inside where he told all the girls that they had to take all their tops of. He put on some sexy strip tease music as his wife set the example. Some of the blokes joined in stripping down to their boxers. John came over to me and started running his hands over my body pushing me to lean over the back of the sofa. He started to fuck me from behind as the girls undressed in front of him. We soon had an orgy going on as John’s wife pulled some blokes pants off and started to get him to fuck her too. She lent backwards towards me and I kissed her while we were both being fucked reaching forward to massage her breasts. After john came I moved over to another girl having her pussy licked taking the blokes place sliding my tongue up inside her and moving my finger back towards her bum. She was loving it and took a bloke’s cock in her mouth. I felt a prick slide into my pussy again as I brought this girl to a climax.

I got up to take a cigarette and walked outside onto the terrace. The girl who had been staring at me all evening was alone drinking some champagne looking up at the stars. She saw me and smiled. I went over and asked if I could have a sip of her champagne. As I gave it back to her she lent forward and kissed me. She said that she had never been with another woman before but she had been so excited watching me earlier on. We kissed some more and she asked how I was so liberated. I said that we should go upstairs and finding a bottle of champagne we went inside to the bedrooms. We opened a few doors until we found a sumptuous room with a huge bed. We filled the glass again and started kissing. I slipped her dress off letting it fall to the ground. She was wearing innocent white lace underwear. I went to the bathroom to shower and came out to find that she was already under the sheets in the bed. I slipped inside snuggling up to her naked body. We kissed and caressed each other’s bodies, rubbing our breasts together. I moved my leg in between her thighs allowing her to rub her pussy on my leg. She was already very excited as she spread her juices all over my leg. I moved my hand down to her clitoris, massaging her pussy at first then twicking her pea between my fingers. She was moaning and writhing about making me aware just how horny I was still feeling myself. I frequently need a second orgasm and sometimes a third but a fourth is pure gluttony. I climbed on top of her, putting my knees over her shoulders, allowing her to work my pussy and clitoris fully with her tongue. I lifted her legs up, reaching with my hands under her bum, spreading her wide apart to dart my tongue in and out of her pussy. She was so wet and tense that as soon as I poked the tip of my finger into her arse she immediately tightened up then completely let go of her sphinx swallowing my finger up to my hand and started shuddering as she came, her honey sweet juices in my mouth. Having given the indications to follow she started rimming my arse with her tongue slowly pushing it open. Turning her attention back to my clitoris, as I was encouraging her saying yes, yes as she poked her finger into my arse  moving it faster and faster in and out. I felt my head go dizzy loosing all sense of orientation as I orgasmed once again. She snuggled up with her face on my breasts as we went to sleep. The next day she disappeared without even telling me her name. I felt very good with her in bed that night realizing how much I really prefer another woman’s tender love.

 

Recently I went shopping to try on a masculine styled suit, since I had some money to spend on myself. I hit it off immediately with the assistant as I kept stripping off and trying on different outfits, without completely closing the curtain and asking her how I looked each time. There was nobody else in the shop and I had her full attention. She had slightly curly black hair, a superb slim figure, and was young in her late twenties. She kept saying how good I looked and would run her hands down over the clothes to show just how well they hugged my figure. One pair of trousers that hugged my bum really tight left the back of my waist too loose. Her hand slid down inside the trousers onto my bum checks, gently caressing them while she explained that they didn’t fit at all well. I just melted in front of her. I reassured her how good her hands felt as I lent forward and slid the trousers lower down my bum for her to get full access. Her hands helped slide the trousers down further as she caressed more of my bum. I gave a little moan, encouraging her to slide her long fingers towards my pussy. I felt so embarrassed as I realised how quickly I had become so wet that her fingers slipped further then she had intended sliding them passed my unprotecting thong onto my pussy. She suddenly pulled her hand away apologizing having gone quite red herself. I said she was welcome and kissed her lightly on hers lips. I asked her if she would like to meet after she finished worked. Later, we only spent half an hour chatting like two excited teenagers before rushing back to her nearby flat where we kissed and caressed each other to orgasm. I love Ariane sleeping in my arms at night, purring away like a little kitten. She’s still very innocent and hasn’t had much experience sexually yet. We are seeing each other all the time now and I’m beginning to realise what I have probably needed most of my life. I had never really been in love and involved in a long term relationship with a woman having never let myself go before always with the thought in my head of marrying and having children with a man. I feel much more settled, harmonious with her then I have ever felt in any other relationship.

 

 

 

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We just get to my place after you walked me home from work. You’re a bit bored because it ran an hour late and I made you wait. Your not sure what's up because I haven't been chatty the whole way home. You’re a little annoyed but won’t bring it up because you don’t want me to feel guilty over things that are so small.

I sit you on the couch, kiss you and put in a movie while I change out of my work clothes. You’re sitting on the couch, not really paying attention to the movie. You think ‘why the hell did she put this one in… she knows I hate action.’ You shift your position and prop your legs on the coffee table. You get uncomfortable with that position and shift again.

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ile you decide your thirsty and call into me, "Baby, you buy me any pop?"

I call back, "yep and I put it in the fridge this morning so you could have some cold when we got home."

You give a small smile as you get up to get yourself a drink, you feel a bit guilty for feeling impatient. As you crack your pop though you happen to glance at the clock above the kitchen table. You have been waiting for me for over 20 minutes just for me to change my clothes… your lips go tight and the muscles in your shoulders tense.

‘Its ok,’ you tell yourself, ‘she wouldn’t be making me wait this long on purpose.’ You sit back down on the couch and pretend to pay attention to the crappy movie. You shift positions a few times, put the pop down, pick it back up again, realize that its all gone. You lean over and look at the clock, sit back in a huff. ‘What the fuck is taking her so long?’ you think as you lean forward and set the empty can back on the coffee table.

You’re annoyed and almost half-asleep by the time you hear my bedroom door click open. You think: ‘its about fucking time woman!’ I go over to the fridge and pour myself a glass of orange juice. Your so annoyed with me for not even acknowledging that I had made you wait so long that you don’t look up at me until I’m almost standing over you.

You were going to play cool and unresponsive, pretend that you hadn’t noticed that I finally came out of my room, but you catch this smear of frilly red colour riding high on my upper thigh. You turn your eyes to get a better look, though not your head; you’re still annoyed with waiting for me.

Your breath catches as you realize just what this frilly piece of red actually is. You look down at my feet quickly to see if anything is attached to the garter that I’m wearing, I'm not wearing fishnets this time. You get quick flashes in your mind of what it would feel like to slowly pull the garter off with your teeth…

You glance up a little and notice that it happens to match the rest of what I am wearing… that means that I didn’t just throw together pieces that I had collected from here and there… You get quick flashes of me looking though lingerie stores to find that perfect outfit. You could tell that I had bought it with care and wonder when I had the time normally I go shopping with you. You sigh a little, once again I'm showing you just how much I love you, just how much I want to impress you and make you happy.

As your eyes travel up your mouth slowly looses the sexy little smile it just had, your body goes limp… though not all of it does, you can feel a sudden tightening in between your legs and know that I would definitely notice this boner- and quickly.

I'm wearing red lace. The pattern doesn’t have a picture that you can see right off, but the cut is amazing. It accentuates the roundness of my hips and plays up my natural curvieness. The top of my panties are just low enough for you to see a leg of the spider on my left hip. You feel another pull of tightness and you wonder just why you had been annoyed a few seconds ago.

Your eyes travel across the top hem of my panties and up my belly, definitely firmer than you last remember three weeks ago. You think about booking more time off work.

My body has tensed since you started looking, I can feel you caressing every part of me with your eyes and the anticipation is making me tingle. I feel a similar kind of pull between my thighs, deep inside myself. Your looking at my bra now, ahhh, you just notice how shear the lace is. You can see my nipples through the lace and I get this ghost feeling of your thumbs gently sliding over them, they both harden and poke at the fabric.

Your eyes finally finish their first circuit of my body and reach my eyes. My breath catches as I see that amazing colour of blue. Your pupils are dilated, fuck baby I can hardly stand the look your giving me. Your breath is faster than normal; I can see your chest heaving gently. My heart fills with love for you and I cant help but stretch and allow the feeling to grow.

You think that I'm just teasing you, showing you the line of my body. I reach out a foot and rub your left shin with my toes, you know that I am definitely teasing you. I walk around the coffee table and for a second you think I'm going to get freaky and give you a table dance. I put my juice down and pull the table out just enough and walk around to you. I reach beside you and pick up a pillow and place it in-between your feet, you wonder what I'm going to do until I bend my knees and start to kneel… you know what's coming…

"I'm sorry for making you wait honey" I say in that sexy, low, almost purr of a voice. You know just how much I'm turned on already… and all you’ve done is look at me… so far. I run me hands up the outside of your thighs, lightly pull at your belt with my finger tips then run them back down. I never took my eyes off of yours.

"I missed you baby. It’s been way too long," I pout slightly, "and you haven't even been giving me phone sex either." You gently caress my cheek with the backs of your fingers.

"I'm sorry baby but you need some anticipation, its good for us right?" you say while giving me that knowing look, like you really know best, you bastard. I give you a smirk and a look that says ‘all its going to do is get you raped and you fucking know it!’ I bite my lower lip and undo your belt, loosen it a little. I undo the button.

"You’re going to kill me with all your fucking anticipation baby." I wrench the zipper down, surprisingly without grinding the metal, your stomach tightens a little and you make a mental note; ‘three weeks is too long to make my woman wait.’

I grab the top of your belt with my fingertips again, but this time I don’t let go, and I hook your boxers at the same time. You arch your back a little and pick yourself off the couch just enough for me to slip your pants down around your shins. I leave them there. I run my hands up your thighs again and gently dig my fingertips into your skin on the way down; you feel another pull in your crotch but this time I can see the full effect that I'm having on you.

I lean forward and kiss your lips… gently; I don’t want you taking control of this situation. I reach for your shirt and help you lift it over your head. I tilt my head to the side slightly, look you in the eyes and drop it on the floor beside us.

"Umm… baby you look cold." I give you one of my sexy smirks. I lean forward, breathe my warm breath gently over your cock. "You want me to warm you up?" your breath comes out in a fast, wonderful exhaling sigh, fuck baby I love that sound…

I take your cock in my hands and gently rub it between my hands. I wrap one hand around you while the other slowly, gently, reaches up your leg and around to grip your back. I slowly move my hand up and down while my tong reaches out for your head. You gasp faintly when it makes contact. I lick your head softly for a bit then stop and look you in the eye; I take you in my mouth, your back arches slightly, involuntarily trying to push it in further. I take your body’s cue and take you deep inside my mouth sucking it in. You moan softly… ‘Baby that’s not all I have for you’ I think as I grasp your hips pull it in and out then suck it back in again. Your hips move with my motions and I hear your panting, I feel a surge between my legs and there is a wetness there like you wouldn’t believe…

Your hands are in my hair and I think I hear you whisper in a half moan "baby, I'm not sure how long I can hold on." But I need to give this to you… you turn me on so much, and you taste sooo good… I stop deep throating you and take it in my hand again, I lick your head and nibble a bit. I kiss it and there is wetness there that has not come from my mouth… I moan and lick it up, fuck…. You taste so good.

"That’s it baby, that’s the last straw. I can’t take it anymore," I moan out the words

"Where were you hiding that baby?" you ask me, impressed. You look a little nervous as I open the package though and try to take it from me. I evade you and put it to my mouth while pushing you back on the couch. I grab your cock and make like I'm gong to give you head again. I slide the condom on with my mouth and you think ‘holy shit… she’s got tricks for everything!’ I roll it down over your cock and suck a little when I get back up to the tip… just to leave enough room for you to come… I reach behind me to the coffee table where I left my juice and swish out my mouth a bit, I lick my lips to help get the taste of your cock gone… I stand up and look down at you.

"Are you ready for me baby?" I ask you with a knowing smile. You move yourself forward on the couch and grab me by my hips and pull me toward you.

"Yes and you fucking know it, you fucking bitch!" My breath catches just before your lips press hard into mine, fuck baby! You make me feel so good. Your need makes me melt and I move the way you make me without thinking about it. You start kissing my neck and suck hard then bite. A moan escapes my lips... You kiss down my chest and take one of my nipples in your mouth through the fabric. I gasp and grab a handful of your hair; I pull you closer as your tong moves over the fabric. It feels so good but I can’t stand it for long and I move aside the red lace for you. You take my nipple in your mouth and suck hard, running your tong across my nipple as you suck. You toss your head and let it snap out of your mouth, I try not to smile as I see your bushy hair bounce around. You move aside the other cup of my bra and start working on the other nipple. Your hand is gently squeezing the first breast and you run your thumb over my nipple as you bite the other. I gasp and moan and try to pull you closer. Your free hand drags down my side, over my ass and snakes around until its on my inner thy. I feel you caressing the fabric between my legs, I know you can feel the wetness there.

You reach your fingers underneath my panties and graze the hot skin just waiting for you. I press myself against your hand as you pull the lace away further so you can stick your fingers deep inside me. I cry out and you lean back to watch my facial expression. My eyes are closed, my head thrown back. I am gripping your shoulders so I don’t fall over; baby it feels so that good my knees are getting weak.

I open my eyes and see you looking at me. I lean in and we kiss hard, I can’t stop clinging to you, your fingers hitting the right places inside me. I take your tong in my mouth and suck hard, fuck baby I need you so bad, I want you so much… I can’t stand it any longer and I take your hand from inside me, I push you back on the couch and pull down my panties. You hold your arms out and help me settle on top of you. I reach down and guide you inside me… we both gasp with relief. I clench my muscles and push onto you, you arch up into me, but baby I can’t get enough. I try harder to take more of you into me, I strain and grind on you but it doesn’t help much, its not enough.

"Take me to our bed" I tell you, in between panting breaths. You moan and kick your pants off the rest of the way. You reach down and cup my ass with both of your large man hands and hold me against you tightly. I wrap my arms around your neck and grip you with my legs. You stand slowly, afraid to drop me, but baby I totally trust you.

We make it into the bedroom and you slam me down on the bed falling on me in just the right way, but your no longer inside me. I cry out in dismay until you grip one of my legs pull it high and slam your cock into me so hard I cry out. Oh! Baby I never knew you could be like this! I wrap my arms around you and hold you close, I can’t get enough of kissing you, and you know it.

I reach my pique quickly and you keep going, seemingly oblivious, bringing me closer and closer to another. I'm so loud and I can’t fucking get enough of you, I anchor my heels into the mattress and start pushing back onto you. You ride me so good I'm getting yet another- "oh! Baby!" I cry out, "Baby, I need you- need you- please!" I can hear you moaning… fuck, I can’t stand it! "Come, please! Baby! Need it…. Need you so bad… please!"

You moan louder "You need me, huh?" fuck baby… I'm getting another; I need your come in me so bad. Finally I feel you start so shake and we cry out together.

Ahhh… release! We move a bit more then you collapse on top of me. For a moment I can’t even think. Your weight feels so good on top of me… makes me feel so safe. In this moment I feel the love for you so much I have no clue where the hell I store it all. There aren't enough words to describe just how much I feel for you.

We doze for a bit, then you slide out of me and turn me over and wrap your body around me. I'm half sleeping and can’t willingly move any part of my body, I am completely made of putty in this moment. You kiss my shoulders and back and it makes me feel this wonderful contentedness. You can never seem to get enough of kissing me. It makes me feel so needed, so loved.

I wish we could stay in this moment for the rest of our lives. I snuggle back and press my bum into you and feel a second stirring, I giggle and smile and press even harder, I grind a bit and turn my body so I can kiss you, its slow and deep and completely full of love…

and I reach behind me to where I was hiding the condom in the back of my panties. You smirk at me.

My wife died and left me a legacy.

Dawn_1 on Sex Stories

I have been a widower for 18 months. My wife died and since then my life has changed considerably. My wife and I had a number of friends but until she died I had no idea just how friendly they could be. Within two months I found that my wife had often chatted to friends about our sex life and how active we were. I did not know she advertised our bedroom experiences. We had been married 30 years. She was 18 and I was 20 when we married. I got her pregnant on our second or third night together and our parents insisted we marry. She lost the child and was not able to have any more. For almost a year she withheld sex except for once or twice a month as

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a penance for herself. She resumed our normal sex life after some therapy and we really made up for lost time. The both of us really enjoyed the sex we had and for all those years we would be active 3 or 4 times a week and there was nothing we hadn’t tried. She always kept herself trim and slim and had a wonderful tight figure; she looked more like 30 than almost 50. We loved playing tennis and swimming and we were both nudists and have a pool in our back yard where we could be naked and not bother anybody. The house of one neighbour on one side was a long way off and we had no problems being seen by them and they knew were nudists and never bothered us or were concerned. The house on the other side was closer and their back bedroom could see a small section of our yard and they also were not concerned with our nudity and we often had pool parties where the women would go topless later in the day and occasionally all the men would get into the pool naked. My wife often would join in and strip right off but only one other woman ever joined in while there were others there.  She would often swim naked with my wife during the week however while the men were at work.

It took me a couple of months after her death to tidy up all the loose ends of her estate and organised my consultancy practice that I began to have days at home I realised now that I could virtually retire and do some consulting work from home a few days a week..

One day I was reading the newspaper by the pool naked as usual, I had a visit from one of her friends and she came around the back as she had always done without announcing herself.

I was somewhat shocked to see her, but she evidently was prepared for how I may look - that is naked. I dropped he paper over my loins to cover my private parts and said I am sorry I wasn’t expecting visitors. She was in her swimmers. She said I have been coming over since Janes death occasionally for a swim but didn’t realise you were home, I am sorry.

I said no that’s fine but allow me to put something on and I will join you. She said no don’t do that I will undress as Jane and I always did when we swam together. Jane and I were most comfortable naked together and I cant see a problem with you. I know it is the way you prefer really.

Without another word she stripped her costume down and stood naked before me. She was about the same age as Jane but had a few more wrinkles but still had a good figure. I noticed her pubic patch was trimmed to a small strip of hair above her vagina similar to how Jane kept hers. She saw me look and said Jane and I always kept ourselves tidy down there it makes for better pleasure doesn’t it. Meg said I have heard all about you and Jane and the bedroom and beside the pool. She had no secrets from me. I guess you are missing that part of your life already because I know you were really into sex with Jane.

I said to be honest I am, and as much as I hate admitting it I am masturbating which is something I haven’t done for years.

Meg said I know how you feel, I have had that problem for years. Did Jane ever tell you of my problem and the fact I have been starved of sex almost since marriage. Don is impotent and I cant have natural sex with him so he used a strap on penis with me for years. Then I began seeing another man for sex and that was the way it was until about a year ago and he died and I have regressed to masturbating again and use toys to satisfy me. Don is just not interested.

I sat there dumbfounded; she was telling me her sex life in two minutes.

Then she really shocked me; she said I know how much you and Jane loved sex and I was wondering if perhaps we could start a liaison where we just had sex occasionally and we would both be satisfied. There would be nothing in it apart from the sex. You know like friends with benefits. I think I may have shocked you by asking but I have known you and Jane for so long and I know every sex game you played and I was so envious of her at times. Now I believe I can help you and satisfy a desire of mine that I can hardly control.

I could not believe what she was asking me to do with her but it certainly stirred my thoughts up as my cock began to firm up without any help from me which is what I have had to do lately when I masturbated. I looked at her standing there naked and she smiled and her nipples were hard and erect and I thought she wants this more than me but I was fining it hard to find reasons to say no. I said I don’t know what to say and before I could say anything else she said please say yes, - yes, yes, yes.  I blushed and when I stood up my cock got hard and I said well if my head is saying no - the business end is saying yes by the look of things and by the look of it there are two yeses and 1 undecided so the yes has it. It looks like the only way I am going to get the bone out this, as I held my cock, is to let you try. She said that looks lovely and she came to me and touched my cock with her hand. Then she looked down at it and said how do you do, I hope you do it well. I am pleased to meet you and let me take you to my fountain of joy.

I stood there as she took my cock and talked to it, then she got down on her haunches and kissed the top of my cock and it felt absolutely wonderful. She said I hope you have a surprise in there for me I love the surprises that come out of these. With her other hand she held my balls gently and fondled the eggs that lay within. I was in seventh heaven.

She stood up and said how about we do it here by the pool, I think it would be wonderful in the open air. I have not done it in the open air like this for years.

I was gob smacked and she could do whatever she liked with me and she began to lay down and I got down with her and she said lets just do it and not talk or say anything. She lay there opened her legs and I saw her beautiful vagina open for me. When did you do all the gardening I asked; referring to her recently shaved pubic region. It was obvious she had done it in the last 24 hours as there was no stubble at all. She said about an hour ago when I decide that I wanted to seduce you. I gather you like my handiwork. I said it reminds me very much of Jane. She said I thought it would - we copied each other a lot when we did this and often we helped each other out. That was something I had never been aware of and Jane never mentioned it.

I took my cock in my hand which was as hard as it had ever been and the skin was tight and it felt better than it had for year. I guided it into toward the lips of her vagina and I could see evidence of her moisture as she had used her hand to open her vagina to accept me. She was beautifully pink and wet inside. I looked at her face before I actually began to penetrate her and her eyes were fixed upon my cock and where it was about to disappear inside her.  I slowly slid my cock into her warm and wet cunt, and I could feel her wetness on my glans and I slid into her. It felt wonderful and even though it was only a few months since Jane and I had made love for the last time I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. She was all wet and warm and reasonably tight and my cock was firmly held by the walls of her vagina.  After I had penetrated her deeply and had my cock into her vagina as far as it would go that sensation and the sensation of her naked body and mine pressed together was amazing. I looked into her face and there was a tear in her eye. She saw me looking and she said I am silly, this is one of the most wonderful moments of my life.  I knew she was doing this for herself and me as well. We were both going to enjoy this.

I proceeded to just slowly slide my cock into her and pull back until the tip of my cock was at the opening of her vagina and when I looked down I could see almost all my cock out of her. It was shiny and wet covered in the juice of her cunt. Then I watched at it began to re-enter her and slip into her cavern of wet sex that felt wonderful. She sighed once or twice as I continued to slowly make love to her and she opened her eyes and her whole face lit up as the two of us shared the pleasure of our sexual union.  I kept moving my cock into and out of her very slowly and she closed her eyes and just let me slowly fuck her as I would if it had been Jane. I wasn’t thinking of Meg I was now thinking of the times Jane and I had fucked right where we were by the side of the pool. I had been making love to Meg now, not just having sex, it was different I felt and I am sure she was feeling it as well as she occasionally squeezed her kegel muscles around my cock as if she was talking to me through my cock. As she did that she looked and smiled at me and I just returned her smile- we both knew words were not necessary we were making music with my cock and her cunt. Slowly I just continued to enjoy a pleasure I had not had for a long time and just let my cock sip into Meg and pull back a few times. I did this for ages slowly and deliberately. I suppose we had just been laying there fucking for about 10 minutes and not saying a word really apart from her saying occasionally – this is nice I love it. I started to get pretty emotional having my cock in her and reliving the moments my cock was in Jane and  then I began to feel the tension in my balls already, I was going to cum quicker than I wanted to, I was enjoying this fuck more than I had for many a long time.

I said to Meg, you have done something for me I really needed, I cant help it - I am about to to cum - will it be ok if I do it inside you.

She said great go for it I just want to feel the sensation of a man enjoying himself and my body. Believe me this is the nicest thing to happen to me in years. Having your semen inside me like this will be a pleasure. I am actually having sex with a man I like and enjoy. The only problem it is years too late but I know how much you and Jane enjoyed sex and I hope some day I can fill the void you must feel for her.

By then I could not hold back any longer and I began to fuck her hard and fast and pushed in deep and I blew my first load of cum into her so hard. I had masturbated since Janes death but this was the best orgasm I had had for years, and it felt fantastic.  I could not help it and I grunted with the first explosion and ejaculation of my cum, she smiled and wriggled her ass to make it better for me and let me know she was enjoying it as well.

I ejaculated about 5 times before I was spent and I grunted each time a fresh load of semen ejaculated from my cock into her body. She could sense the feeling and had her eyes closed and said that was wonderful, I have not enjoyed lovemaking like that for years. I said I am sorry I couldn’t last longer and she said have no worries, there are going to be many times in future and I know you will bring me to climax more times than you can believe. You never know in another hour you and I may do it again and I may be lucky next time. It won’t take much to have an orgasm next time but I think I understand how you must be feeling now.

Lets rest a while and we can try again shortly. I pulled my soft cock out of her and it was still dripping cum and she sat up and then took it in her mouth and sucked me clean. That she said is for being special and I love thanking it for what it does for me that way. She said I have never done that before but I have wanted to for years.  I said nothing but if she was like this in future she and I were going to be sex rats. She was brilliant. For a woman who had lived with an impotent husband she had the makings of a wonderful lover. I don’t know where she learned it from but I wasn’t complaining. I just wonder how much Jane had told her of our sex life.

Meg and I fucked each other four more times that day trying different positions each time and we had the most amazing fun. Neither of us had ever had as much fun having sex before we were like kids with a new toy.

After my last time I was exhausted and she said for the first time in her life she felt as if she had become a real woman being fucked by somebody she liked and fucking for pleasure not relief. After our second and each subsequent fuck we had to get into the pool to clean ourselves up as she had filled up with all the cum I had pumped into her.

I didn’t know what to think when she left me to go home to her husband. I am sure he would see the difference in her as she was like a teenager who had done something naughty and had fun doing it. I know I had.

From that day on we had sex almost every day often two or three times and her husband soon became aware of it and only once said to me one night at a party you have made Meg into a new woman – thank you. I was embarrassed but Meg saw us talking and waved, I think she knew what he was telling me. Shortly after we were outside having sex standing up, another first for us and she said I am glad he spoke to you. He realised a while ago and we talked about it and providing it was only sex he doesn’t mind. It was a little more than just sex, we loved the bonding that we had made between us and we were really in love with the relationship we had together and I knew I had another love in my life and I would be happy for her and I to enjoy it for as long as we could. We never had sex at her place it was always at mine either by the pool or in my spare bedroom which we made into a love nest. We had photos of us there of us naked and having sex in various positions as well as our regular oral pleasure. One day she said I think I have drunk more of your cum in a month than I have whisky and I now prefer you.

Our relationship prospered and we had sex regularly and spent many hours together naked by my pool. Another of our friends Judy, must have realized what we were doing and she said to me one day I envy you and I wish I had made a move myself earlier. Jane talked of your lovemaking together often and had most of us envious. If Meg aver gets sick of it let me now I am only too willing to take her place.

Meg and her husband went overseas on a holiday for two months and the day after she left I had a visit from Judy who herself was a widow. I wont go into the details but for two months Judy was the replacement for Meg. She was good in bed and she actually slept over at night frequently. She was not as good as Meg or Jane but she loved getting it in multiple sessions and like Meg loved giving me oral. I enjoyed her company and our sex and was sad in a way when Meg came home that it would be all over. On my first time with Meg after 2 months she was like a bomb and went off within two minutes of me penetrating her. Afterwards as we lay together after our second fuck she said how was Judy did you enjoy her. I was shocked that she knew. She said don’t worry we organised it before I left, I didn’t want you to find somebody else even for that long and wanted to keep you busy.  I actually had an affair with her husband a few years ago and we agreed to end it when Judy found out. Judy has always said she would get even with me and when I knew I was going to be away I rang her and we discussed it and she couldn’t get over here quickly enough I gather. I hope she enjoyed it as much as me. I said I couldn’t be sure of that but I was glad Meg was back. She kissed me and said so am I – lets fuck.

Will there be a three way – I don’t think so but with Meg and Judy you would never know.

Let me know if you want more.

What she needed

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One Flew Over

mrbones on Sex Stories



The
night was warm and balmy, one of those nights when you could have a window open
to take advantage of any faint breeze. She lay on the bed staring at the
ceiling. All she could hear was his gentle breathing next to her. The heat of
the night had caused her to throw off all the covers. She could smell the
perfume from the garden waft in on the warm air. She found it all very sensual,
she stirred and looked across at him and let her eyes wander up and down his
naked body. Aroused she lent across and took his limp penis and drew back his
foreskin. She took him into her mouth, sucking gently; with great skill and
technique her tongue cajoled his sleeping penis to an erection. He mumbled
something

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incoherent as she continued her stimulations. It never ceased to amaze her how this part of
the male animal was always ready long before their brains kicked in. His eyes
were just flickering open as she straddled him. His bleary eyes took a while to
focus on her smiling face. “Morning “ She said in a sexy, husky voice. Before
he could reply she had steered his rampant phallus into her pussy and sliding
gently down its length. “Oh god “he sang out. She was in full control, riding
up and down adjusting the rhythm pleasuring her self on his ever-stiffening
penis. He was fully awake now, synchronising his thrust with her movements. He
reached up and cupped her undulating breasts. He caressed and massaged them,
stimulating her nipples between his finger and thumbs. All her senses were on
fire pulled tight like a piano string. She had started her ogasmic journey
along the stream; up ahead she could see and hear the water going over the
falls. She was so near the edge the anticipation was fantastic .On the bed she
threw her arms behind her, arched her back and rode him harder. For him, his
penis was engulfed in a warm, moist velvety glove that would contract around
his length giving him the most delicious sensations. He too was reaching the
point of no return as she continued to slide up and down his penis. She was on
the brink, the water surging passed, pushing towards the torrent. Then she went
over lost in the maelstrom of fizzing water, lost to the world. She was
deafened by the crashing flow. On the bed she let out a cry “fucking yes” she
tossed her head from side to side and licked her dry lips. “Way to go” she
cooed. His climax had happened right on cue as she cried out, it felt like the
head of his member would explode as her pussy tightened around him and at last
he released his seed into her wetness. She slumped down on top of him spent of
energy. He could feel her still erect nipples on his chest. Still coupled they
turned onto their side.“ That, was one hell of away to say good morning,” He
whispered. “Well, you did say that you wanted to be up early, well you have” she
giggled. They lay cuddling and both drifted back to sleep.



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She was the
first to wake in the morning. Rising from the bed she pulled on a thigh length
dressing gown, her long sun tanned legs contrasting the pastel yellow garment.
She made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. It was a welcoming room,
light and airy. The window by the sink fed light into the room, giving a
pleasant morning glow. She busied herself making a pot of tea and loaded up the
toaster with bread. She was standing at the sink looking out into the garden;
she became aware of him just before he touched her. His arms came around her
from behind; they caressed her breasts through the dressing gown. She didn’t
turn to face him, but just allowed her body to relax into him .He planted delicate
kisses on the nape of her neck causing her to sigh a little. Pulling the tie
cord of her gown he slippped it off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the
floor. She could feels his hardness in the small of her back, she slowly turned
to face him their eyes met, his rugged look and deep blue eyes took her breath
away. He was standing naked before her, his skin was tight and the torso was
well defined. Their lips met in a slow passionate kiss, he allowed just the tip
of his tongue to explore the tip of hers, and the sensation was electric. They
held the embrace for what appeared to be ages; he kissed and tasted her lips
whilst he explored her pussy with his fingers. There were firecracker going off
in her head, she had adjusted her stance to help his exploratory digits and was
beginning to moan softly as her clitoris was manipulated expertly. Then gently
he steered her over to the kitchen table where he laid her on her back. As he
stood between her legs, one draped over the table edge with her foot on the
floor whilst the other leg was lifted over onto his broad shoulder. She didn’t
say a word; her eyes had a far away look, as he continued to finger her.
However she could see his cock now in all its rampant glory, it was obviously
eager to start its work as she saw it twitch up and down. He finally withdrew
his fingers from her moist pussy, he pulled her towards him slightly, and
slowly his stiff veiny cock slid into her pussy. Now her firecrackers really
went, as she cussed and moaned. She had to hold onto the edge of the table as
his now slippery member was flashing in and out of her. His increased stroke
speed was incredible she had never been fucked so hard and fast before.
“Fucking hell!” she thought. “This is b-l-o-o-d-y g-r-e-a-t.” Soon she would be
heading down that river, swept away in its crashing water. His stamina was
fantastic after many minutes his rhythm hadn’t abated. He had always lusted
after her, this tall blonde, with those legs that go on forever. His eyes
feasted on her pert upturned breasts especially now as they moved up and down
in sympathy with his exertions, her nipples were tracing out circles with the
energy he was imparting. Still he carried on pumping his meat into her, for her
part she was lost in an orgasm-enriched paradise. For his part he wanted to
last as long as he could, he wanted to shag her silly. He had already
masturbated that morning, he had no intention of climaxing to early, He
adjusted his position so that he could lift her other leg onto his vacant
shoulder, then he pushed her legs forward towards her head then resume his
previous pace, this was going to be his last effort. So he really went for it,
straining to get his last ounce of pleasure for both of them. At the point of
no return five extended thrusts gave the satisfaction he was looking for, his
seed flowed freely, spurting forth to fill her pussy. He quickly withdrew his
throbbing cock then walks around the table and allowed the last drops of semen
to fall on her breasts and face as he masturbated over her. She just lay there
in her naked beauty a smile played around the corners of her mouth, it felt
like her whole soul was vibrating, she was warm, she was glowing. He had
already put his dressing gown back on and he brought hers to her. He smiled at
her, bent over and kissed her tenderly, her body still tried to respond. He
pulled away from her “Do you know you are the most fantastic woman.” And with
that he left the room. She stood up on unsteady legs, whilst she struggled to
pull on her dressing gown, after regaining some composure she made her way over
to the sink, where she dabbed her face with a damp tissue. The pot of tea had
gone cold; so she discharged the contents down the sink and flicked the kettle
back on to re-boil. A suited figure suddenly appeared at the doorway “Hi honey
I’ll just have a mug of tea today, I’m running a bit late “ He said placing his
brief case under the table. She smiled “Ok dear, if you’re sure” She replied
with just the right amount of concern. He produced a diary from his case and
waved it in the air “I’ve a meeting with the big boss today, so I can’t be late
today of all days” He said tapping the diary to indicate its importance. She
served the tea, which he downed quickly itching to be away. On his way out he
turned and said “ Could you apologise to Sam for me, I jumped into the shower
first today. He seemed a bit put out, actually
he looked absolutely fucked this morning. With the warm glow between her legs
still rampant she thought ‘ I know exactly how he feels, I was fucked
absolutely!’



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Carrie's Curiosity

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              Carrie's Curiosity


Prelude: For several months Carrie had been talking about her desire to submit her body to a rigorous training program. Throughout the time that I had known her, it was clear to me that she derived an erotic thrill from having her body pushed to its limits, even when that entailed considerable physical stress and occasional pain. In order to satisfy her craving, we devised various games, which, for a time, she found sufficient. At first, these were games which we played at home where, completely naked, she would have me supervise her as she did a sequence of calisthenics. My r

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ole was had two components. First, I was to make sure that she do each exercise until her body was exhausted, and second, I was to closely monitor her body while it was working. These two roles were consistent, since the best way for me to  determine when she could endure no more was for me to probe that portion of her body on which she was making demands. Thus, for example, when she was performing sit-ups, I would place my hands on her abdomen and not allow her to stop until I could feel her muscles begin to fail.


   After a time, we would sometimes play our games in a more public setting. Once, at a hotel where there was a swimming pool, Carrie decided to have me work on her tummy while we lay together on the lawn by the pool. Clad in a tight-fitting swimming suit, she lay on her back and, using only her abdominal muscles, lifted her head several inches off the ground. Although this form of sit-up was mild by comparison to those she did in her usual routine, it brought her muscles into stark relief under her suit and, after a time, caused those muscles to burn. When she started to feel her muscles flag, she invited me to use her tummy as a pillow and asked me to make her maintain her position for as long as I thought she could. By the time I let her relax, her belly was trembling.

   On a different occasion, we went together to a gym where there were exercise machines available. This time Carrie wore a simple leotard which hugged every curve of her otherwise naked body. At each station, it was my duty to make certain that she do as many reps as possible. As we proceeded, her leotard became glued to her sweating body, which became increasingly visible to one and all. For example, while she was working her pectoral muscles, every movement of her breasts was obvious and the points of her nipples were blatantly visible under their scant covering. In spite of, or perhaps because of, the immodesty involved, Carrie persevered. In fact, she told me later that the only machine at which she nearly balked was the one for the inner thighs. Indeed, as she well knew, each time she spread her legs, she was presenting her open labia to anyone who cared to look at the folds of her damp leotard as it stretched over her crotch, and she was aware that there were several men besides me who were enjoying the view.

   However, as much as she liked our games, Carrie wanted more. Specifically, she wanted to put herself under the control of someone besides me. As Carrie explained, she felt that the intimacy of our relationship made me incapable of imposing the sort of disinterested discipline which she wanted to experience. What she wanted was someone who was capable of bringing her to a state in which the distinction between pain and erotic excitement would be blurred. With this in mind, we began to look for someone who could satisfy her curiosity.  Our search was complicated by the fact that we did not know for what exactly we were looking. On the one hand, we did not want to find a sadist. On the other hand, we wanted to be sure that the person we found would have the skill and expertise to give Carrie the experiences she craved. For a long time, we debated whether that person should be male or female. In the end, Carrie convinced me that only another woman would know enough about the female anatomy and psyche to induce the sensations which she sought.

   With the help of the internet, we at last found a promising notice. A masseuse affiliated with a high-end health club had placed an ad in which she claimed that she had spent many years training women to successfully explore their bodies and fantasies, and, after we visiting the health club to make sure that it was the sort of place which we could trust, we made an appointment.

The Initial Session: The day arrived on which we were to meet the woman who would be training Carrie's body. In preparation for the interview, Carrie, knowing that her body would be on display, took special care with her toilet. Perhaps the fact that the person who would be paying such intimate attention to her body would be a woman, Carrie wished to be sure that her body would be presented at its best. Thus, she made certain that she removed any unsightly hair from her underarms and legs, trimmed her pubic hair, and finally chose a simple dress under which her otherwise naked body was displayed in a demure but attractive manner. Once she had finished her preparations, she took a deep breath and, with trembling fingers, grasped my arm as we left for her appointment.

   The room to which we were guided when we arrived at the gym was brightly lit and completely white. Except for a large mirror covering one wall and a variety of equipment, some clearly designed for exercises but others with less obvious applications, the room was essentially unadorned. In fact, there was so little furniture that we were not sure where to sit while we waited. However, our wait was a short one. Within a few minutes of our arrival, a tall, well built woman joined us and introduced herself as Olga. From the moment she entered, Olga's attention was focused on Carrie, whom she immediately approached and, without further ado, began to inspect with both her eyes and her hands. After a few minutes, she asked Carrie to remove all her clothes and step up on a small platform facing the mirror. Her tone and demeanor were clinical without being brusque. When Carrie had complied and was standing on the platform, Olga had her raise her arms to shoulder level and then resumed in earnest her examination of the body which was now blatantly available to her. In the pose which was she required to maintain, the skin covering Carrie's torso was stretched so that every sinew and bone was brought into relief and her waist hallowed in a way which emphasized the flair of her hips. Stepping forward so that her face was within inches of her target, Olga began a careful palpitation of Carrie's front. Starting with the outstretched arms, she squeezed and assessed each muscle as she proceeded from the arms to the shoulder and laps, then to the abdomen, and finally to the thighs and calves. As she proceeded, Olga made detailed observations about what she was finding and drew my attention to those aspects which she thought would interest me. For example, with her hands firmly gripping the sides of Carrie's waist, she pointed out that the gentle curve of Carrie's belly tightened in a way which caused the region around her navel to tip so that her belly-button pointed up instead of forward, and, maintaining her less than gentle grip, Olga invited me to probe Carrie's proffered navel with a finger. Similarly, with her hands digging deep into the soft flesh at the top of Carrie's thighs, she commented on how, in response to small changes in her grip, she could make Carrie flex her hips and buttock. More generally, during all her manipulations Carrie's body, Olga encouraged me to investigate Carrie's involuntary reaction to what she was doing. When she had completed her initial trip down Carrie's body, Olga, after telling Carrie to rest her arms along her sides, turned her attention to Carrie's breasts. Joining Carrie on the platform, Olga, with her own front brushing Carrie's back, reached under Carrie's now damp underarms in order to place a hand over
each breast. Once she had a firm hold on the resilient flesh under her hands, she began a penetrating examination of Carrie's breasts. Occasionally, when Olga's fingers probed the mammary glands and ducts lying below the surface, Carrie seemed about to protest. However, remembering
the commitment which she had made, she never gave voice to her protests.

   In some ways more difficult for Carrie than the physical manipulation of her body was the humiliation and excitement that that manipulation produced in her. Having a woman not only purposefully force her pelvis to simulate coitus while I watch, but also have that same woman make sure that I appreciate every nuance of the response that she was eliciting, was for Carrie a form of self-immolation to which she had never imagined submitting. The difficulty of coming to terms with her emotions were only increased by what Olga did next. Namely, when she had finished thoroughly palpating Carrie's breasts, Olga stepped down from the platform and rolled forward a trolley on which sat several instruments, each of which was specifically designed to measure a particular portion of the female anatomy. Olga began with several completely conventional measurements, with a tape, of Carrie's arms, chest, bust, waist, lower belly, hips, thighs, and calves. Aside from Olga's editorial remarks as she recorded her findings, Carrie found these measurements relatively easy to tolerate. The only one of them to which she wanted to object was the measurement of her belly. Namely, after circling her belly with the tape and recording the result, Olga administered a stinging slap just below Carrie's navel and then redid the measurement, now sure that Carrie would not be using the muscles in her tummy to tuck it in. Putting her tape aside, Olga completed her inventory of Carrie's body by making a detailed measurement of her breasts. Using a adjustable, circular metal band, she measured the circumference of each breast in several places, starting at their base and moving outward so that her last measurement was of the circumference of Carrie's areolae. Finally, with a pair of calipers, she measured each nipple twice, once before and once after stimulating the nipple to full erection.  Â

   However, it was only when Olga had completed these comparatively benign measurements that Carrie's resolve was pushed to its limit. The measurement which she found most humiliating was the one in which the strength of her vaginal muscles was tested. For this purpose, Olga, after having Carrie spread her legs, returned to Carrie's upper thighs where she now renewed the manipulations which had earlier evoked the salacious gyrations in Carrie's pelvic region. But this time, the sexual content of what she was doing was much more explicit. Indeed, once Olga saw Carrie's labia begin to swell, Olga asked me to spread them so that Carrie's clitoris became accessible. Once Olga had Carrie in a state of considerable, if embarrassed, excitement, she introduced into Carrie's vagina a narrow glass tube. About an inch from the top of the tube was a strip of about two inches where it swelled to a diameter of slightly less than an inch, and at the bottom of the tube hung a metal ring. When she had the tube lodged about five inches inside Carrie, she opened a box containing a sequence of lead weights and attached the lightest of these to the metal ring. After several seconds, she replaced that weight with a heavier one and continued increasing the weight attached until she saw the tube begin to drop. At this point, Olga re-inserted the tube until its top rested against Carrie's uterus and instructed Carrie to use her vaginal muscles to prevent it from dropping. Motivated by a desire to both prove herself and not humiliate herself further, Carrie strove mightily to keep the tube from falling. Never before had she realized how much physical effort is required to control muscles which are only semi-voluntary and unaccustomed to duress. Thus, after a couple of minutes, a thin film of sweat coated her entire body, all the way from her face to her now trembling pelvis. In spite of the intense stress of doing so, Carrie succeeded in keeping the tube from dropping for long enough to satisfy the demanding Olga, and for this she received the one sign of admiration which Olga bestowed on her that day.

   Without giving her much time to recover from her vaginal calisthenics, Olga turned her attention back to Carrie's breasts. After positioning the trolley directly in front of Carrie, she used specially drilled holes in the surface of the trolley to attach a semi-circular metal rod which rose, at its highest point, to the level of Carrie's chin. She then put on this semi-circle a pair of light rods which were held in place by clamps fitted with hinges, thereby leaving the rod free to swing. Hanging from each rod was an electric wire running to a motion sensitive device which recorded any movement of the rods.  When she was satisfied with her preparations, Olga had Carrie bend at the waist so that her firm breasts were pulled by gravity into a pair of succulent cones and her nipples just touched the rods. Finally, using several strips of adhesive tape, Olga attached each of Carrie's nipples to a rod. Up to this point, neither Carrie nor I knew what Olga had in mind, and, after the indignities to which she had already been subjected, Carrie found this new trial reasonably tame. However, that assessment was shattered when Olga took a step backward, armed herself with a ruler, and began a systematic tapping of Carrie's breasts. By tapping first on the outer surfaces, then on the inner surfaces, and finally directly up on the taped nipples, she set Carrie's hanging breasts in motion. Each bounce and swing as measured, with great precision, by the device to which the rods were connected.  Adding insult to injury, she handed the ruler to me so that she could monitor more closely the measurements being recorded while I applied the ruler to Carrie's increasingly sore breasts. As Olga explained, her purpose was to learn as much as possible about the musculature supporting Carrie's breasts and the firmness of the breasts themselves, and, by the time that Olga had the information she sought, Carrie's breasts were red and tingling.Â

   After releasing her breasts from the rods, Olga had Carrie stand down from the platform. In spite of Olga's slightly martial tone, she is not an uncaring person. To wit, when Carrie was back on the floor and staring incredulously in the mirror at her own slightly swollen breasts, Olga suggested that I try to relieve Carrie's discomfort by caressing those inflamed orbs. In addition, knowing that Carrie had already been forced to accept more than she had bargained for, Olga took advantage of this interlude to make sure that Carrie wanted to continue. Thus, as I clasped Carrie's warm breasts in my hands, Olga explained that if Carrie agreed to proceed, the next stage of the interview would make extreme demands on her body. Perhaps because she was re-assured by the pleasure I was giving her breasts, Carrie hesitated only a moment before assuring Olga that she wanted to continue.

   Encouraged by Carrie's assurance, Olga left us in order to prepare for the next stage in the interview while I continued massaging Carrie's breast. She removed the platform and replaced the trolley with a sturdy table. The surface of the new table was well padded. In addition, it was segmented so that one or more sections could be adjusted or removed independently of the others. Taking care to position the table so that one of its shorter ends pointed toward the mirror, Olga locked its wheels. After giving Carrie a few more minutes to enjoy the comfort that my hands were providing, when Olga saw that Carrie's breasts were returning to their normal color and that further fondling would push her into a state of lassitude, she had Carrie climb onto the table with her belly on its padded top. Using softly padded straps which were embedded at strategically chosen places, Olga proceeded to secure Carrie's lower body to the table. When she had finished, each of Carrie's legs was firmly attached to the table by three straps, one at the ankle, one just below the knee, and on the thigh, just below her crotch. The way that the straps held her legs slightly apart left Carrie's nether region on display, and, considering the precision with which Olga did everything else, I assumed that this too was no accident.

   Having checked the straps, Olga gave Carrie a pat on her upturned buttock and went to the middle of the table, where there were several wheels with which she could control the individual segments of the surface.  The wheel she chose to turn caused the top third of the table to drop from beneath Carrie's prone torso. Taken by surprise, Carrie's torso dropped along with its receding sup-port, with the result that she found herself, bent at the waist, with her upper body dangling from her pelvic bones. Before the blood had time to rush to Carrie's head, Olga moved to one side of Carrie's bent torso and had me position myself on the opposite side. She then told Carrie to lock her hands behind her neck and pull her head back while the two of us, grasping her at the elbow and armpit, hoisted her body into a back bend. In this position, Carrie's upper body assumed a graceful curve, with her breasts riding high on her chest and her abdominal muscles clearly visible under her stretched skin. I was struck by how much she resembled the prow of some classic sailing ship, a resemblance which she was able to appreciate herself as she looked at her own image in the mirror. However, her ability to appreciate her image was interrupted when Olga, after having me move the hand I had on Carrie's elbow to the armpit which she had been holding, climbed up onto the table, sat herself atop Carrie's buttock, and leaned forward so that her hands could circle Carrie's midriff. Using her strong fingers, she dug into the smoothly drawn cords of muscle running on either side of the center-line of Carrie's taut abdomen, and, with great skill, began to prize them apart. Naturally, Carrie attempted to relieve the strain on her tummy by lowering her body so that her muscles could relax, and, at first, it took all my strength to prevent her from doing so. Fortunately, after Olga had been at it for a while, Carrie's stomach muscles gradually learned to accommodate the invading fingers and it became easier for her to tolerate what was being done to them.

   When it seemed clear that Carrie was past the point of struggling, Olga retrieved a device which was attached at the foot of the table. This turned out to be a halter which she slipped over Carrie's head and fastened so that Carrie's position would be maintained by three bands, two broad straps running just above and just below her breasts to keep her torso bent and a thin one running around her forehead to prevent her from dropping her head. Freed from my responsibility of holding her in position, Olga had me move down the table to the juncture at the top of Carrie's crotch where, as she put it, I should do my best to distract Carrie from the travail to which Olga was subjecting her tummy. I began my diversionary maneuvers by running my hands along the smooth skin on Carrie's rounded buttock and along her inner thighs. Then, when I saw that my petting had attracted her attention, I moved one of my hands into the moist, warm pocket formed by Carrie's labia. There, with great care, I sought out her waiting clitoris, which, when I located it, I stroked with a steady rhythm. I was rewarded for my efforts by the look of ecstasy which soon replaced the one of pain which had been on Carrie's face. In fact, it seemed that Carrie had entered a state in which her mind was able to cancel the torment of Olga's continued assault on her abdominal muscles with the sexual pleasure I was giving her clitoris. As I result, Olga and I were able to keep Carrie from succumbing to exhaustion for a protracted period, by the end of which Carrie was torn between her desire to have us continue and her need to have us desist. Thus, even though Carrie's relief when we at last released her was enormous, she regretted leaving the surreal state into which she had been transported.Â

   Because of the stress to which she had been subjected, Carrie required our help when she tried to rise from the table. Once her feet were back on the floor, Carrie stared in amazement at the reflection of her sore belly, which had acquired a mottled pink hue. Not wanting her to catch cold, Olga draped a large towel over her shoulders and brought a chair for her to sit on. Even after she was seated, Carrie's eyes remained glued to her own image, from which she was obviously deriving considerable narcissistic pleasure. In fact, while Olga went to fetch her a glass of water, Carrie adjusted her posture to purposefully make her stomach more prominent. When she returned with the water, Olga solicitously inquired about her condition and urged Carrie to enjoy the brief respite she was being given from her labors. Further, to enhance Carrie's enjoyment, Olga suggested that I stand behind Carrie's seated figure and gently massage the hard worked muscles in Carrie's neck and shoulders while she made the preparations for the next stage in Carrie's training.

   In our mutual reverie of her body, Carrie and I were oblivious to what Olga was doing. Thus, we hardly noticed the disappearance of the padded table and its replacement by large, vertical, rectangular frame and were somewhat taken aback by Olga's stern announcement that it was time to put Carrie's body back to work. Somewhat reluctantly, Carrie accepted Olga's invitation to place herself, facing the mirror, inside the rectangle and raise her arms so that Olga could fasten her wrists to its top with a pair of soft cuffs. Aside from the mild strain caused by having her arms held above her head, Carrie was reasonably comfortable and quite pleased by the image she saw of herself in the mirror. However, what Olga did next compromised Carrie's comfort, if not her pleasure in her image. Namely, gripping Carrie's left ankle in her hands, she drew the leg up and to the left and then placed it in a sling hanging from a rope attached to a winch mounted high up on the left side of the rectangle. At this point, Carrie's left leg was in the same plane as her hips and lay outside the frame, but Olga had no intentions of leaving it there. As soon as she assured herself that it was safe to proceed, Olga used the winch to slowly raise Carrie's leg, inch by inch, until its foot was inches from her head and the entire leg fit neatly, if painfully, inside the frame along with the rest of her body. When she had Carrie's leg at the height which she wanted it, Olga adjusted the sling so that it ran from her calf to her ankle, with the result that Carrie's leg was held straight and could not bend.

   The image which Carrie now presented in the mirror was transformed. Most dramatic was the way in which the region around her crotch demanded our attention. From a purely aesthetic were the symmetrically placed curves of her thighs, the one espaliered against her torso and the other one bearing most of her weight. These curves gave definition to the entire region between them. Indeed, Carrie's lower body now resembled a ripe peach which has been slit to expose its pit. In this case, the ``pit'' was her vulva, which had been pulled forward from its usual hiding place. As her pelvis spread in response to the forces acting on it, her vulva opened to reveal its moist interior, thereby transforming what had been a whole pit into one which has been split to expose its seed. Further, the symmetry of her lower torso was intriguingly complemented by the asymmetry of her upper torso. On the left, her breast lay under her raised leg, which made the presence of her breast on the right, with its fully erect nipple, all the more dramatic. Of course Carrie's own appreciation of her image was tempered by the physical and psychological discomfort which its maintenance imposed on her. The physical discomfort was focused in the muscles of her raised leg. Specifically, her hamstring was begging for relief, and the tendons in her groin were stretched to what she was sure was their breaking point. The source of her psychological discomfort was the blatancy of her exposure. Never had she imagined that her vulva could be made so visibly the center of her being, especially when its visibility was so emphatically out of her control. The lurid way in which her own flesh was presented reminded her of Dali paintings she had seem, and it both disturbed and
titillated her to realize that it was her body that had become the object in the picture.Â

   Pleasing as Carrie's image was, aesthetics was not Olga's major aim. Thus, after admiring her handiwork, she once again grabbed Carrie's left ankle and forced the raised leg to move in a circular orbit whose diameter increased with each circuit. By working with care, Olga was stretching the tendons in Carrie's leg far further than they had ever been stretched before. In spite of Carrie's plaintive moans, Olga continued until she at last was able to bring Carrie's leg straight up. When she had the leg snugly pressed against Carrie's left breast, she reattached the rope holding the sling to prevent Carrie from easing the tension on her leg. Needless to say, Carrie was suffering and had every reason to regret having submitted herself Olga's care. Under traction as she was in the frame, with the muscles and tendons in both her legs begging for relief, she could not but wonder what she was doing there. At the same time, she was strangely elated. Even as a youngster taking ballet classes, her legs had never been limber enough for her to get them as high as her left leg was now, and certainly she had not known that her body, and particularly her nether regions, could be displayed to such remarkable effect. Even at the price they were costing her, Carrie was gratified by her realization that, once again, Olga was producing in her exactly the sort of ambivalent emotions
which she had been seeking.

   Entranced by the living sculpture into which she had turned Carrie's body, Olga stepped back to admire its beauty and told me to see what I could do to distract Carrie from her pain. In view of the gaping vulva which Carrie presented, I had no doubt about where to apply my services. Indeed, her fully distended clitoris was readily available at the apex of Carrie's welcoming vulva, and it required no imagination on my part to realize that it must be begging for attention. Thus, after drawing up a chair, I sat myself directly in front of Carrie, placed a finger at the tip of her clitoris, and proceeded to play her with the joy stick which nature had placed at my disposal. Carrie's response was immediate. In a vain attempt to control what I was doing, she fought the bonds which held her. Because there was little else that she could do, she would raise herself on the toe of her right foot in the hope that she could in that way win herself some wiggle room. However, all her struggling was for naught, and she after a short while she decided that she had better just accept the frustration which accompanied the pleasure I was providing her.

   Sensing that I had tormented Carrie's clitoris long enough, Olga suggested that I might want to try other, more satisfying techniques, and seeing that I was more than willing to try, she discreetly left the room. After removing my clothes, I clasped Carrie's body in my arms and guided my penis to the entrance of her vagina. Much to my surprise, and in spite of her copious secretions, I discovered that it was difficult to penetrate more than an inch or so into her body. As we both quickly realized, her normally straight vaginal channel was no longer straight. Instead, when her vulva moved forward, her vaginal channel was forced to follow and was now curving up and forward, with result that, in order for me to penetrate further, she would have to allow the walls of her vagina to be stretched. Thus, I continued only after she confirmed that she was willing to endure this new form of assault on her already stressed body. When I renewed my efforts, I found that progress was possible if I moved slowly enough to give her vagina time to accommodate each step in my invasion, and as I worked my penis against her vaginal muscles, I began to suspect that Olga knew full well what she was doing when she suggested that I enter Carrie. Indeed, as we strove to reach orgasm, I was giving Carrie's vagina, not to mention my own penis, as diabolically strenuous a workout as anyone could devise. Moreover, even when we at last achieved orgasm, the workout did not come to an end until my erection subsided sufficiently for me to disengage my penis from the iron grip her vagina had on it.

   As soon as we did manage to disengage, Carrie's ability to rise above her pain forsook her. Thus, it was with great relief that she greeted Olga's reappearance, and her relief became outright gratitude when Olga released her leg and she was able once again to stand on both legs. However, before releasing her still stretched body from the frame, Olga took the opportunity to explain that this initial session was at an end and what would be expected of her were Carrie to choose to return for another. Although Olga's examination had found Carrie's body to be in good condition, she felt that Carrie's waist could be reduced and her legs should be more limber. For these reasons, she demanded that, before working on Carrie's body again, Carrie would have to take an inch off her waistline and spend time at a ballet barre having her legs stretched. To emphasize her point, she then produced a belt made out of a padded wire fitted with a small, button shaped buckle on one end. After passing the belt around the Carrie's waist, she tightened it to the circumference which she required that Carrie achieve, anchored in place by pushing the buckle into Carrie's navel, and snipped off the extra wire. With her body stretched as it was, the belt was a comfortable fit. However, when Carrie's body was released, it was clear that the belt would be tight enough to sink into her flesh, which is exactly what happened after Olga removed the cuffs from Carrie's wrists and allowed her to leave the frame. Before leaving us, Olga suggested that Carrie not remove the belt but wear it as a constant reminder of the dimensions which Olga had dictated that she should achieve.

Interlude:Â By the time that Carrie was back in her clothes and ready to leave the gym, she was so physically depleted that I decided to bring her home in a taxi, and, after we arrived home, she needed
my help undressing and getting into bed.

   When she woke the following morning, every muscle in her body lodged a complaint. Not only did her abdominal muscles cry out every time she rose or bent, her legs, especially her left one, found it difficult to bear her weight. A long, soothing, hot bath helped but did not restore her completely. Further, it was not just her body which was exhausted, her session with Olga had left her emotionally drained as well. Each time she recalled what Olga been done to her, the memory would send a tremor down her spine. In particular, she was unable to forgot how, in Olga's hands, she had achieved a level of sexual excitement at which she had lost her capacity to distinguish pleasure from pain or even determine whether such a distinction really exists when sexual gratification is the goal. These memories both disturbed and thrilled her. Disturbing for her was the extent to which she had relinquished control over her whole self, mind as well as body, to another person. At the same time, she was thrilled each time she remembered how, with Olga's guidance, she had entered an extra- corporeal state in which her conscious and physical selves had become separated so that her mind was able to look dispassionately at the body it had left and appreciate the beauty which Olga's skilled hands had won from that body.

   A related issue for Carrie was the question of her submitting to a second session with Olga. Knowing, as she did now, exactly how arduous such a visit would be and still suffering the residual pain from the previous one, she was more than a little ambivalent about putting her body again at Olga's disposal. Did the pleasure sufficiently compensate for the pain? Why had she given another person, particularly another woman, such complete mastery over her body? For that matter, why was she, by wearing Olga's belt around her middle, still implicitly accepting Olga's domination? For several days, Carrie was unable to find a satisfactory answer to any of these questions. However, as time passed, it became increasingly clear to Carrie that she, in spite of her reservations, still craved what Olga had to offer and that, in the end, she knew that, inevitably, she would put her body
back into Olga's hands. Â

   Having reached this conclusion, Carrie had to confront the problems posed by Olga's demands. She knew that the reduction of her waistline could be accomplished by combining a change in her diet with a more rigorous exercise program. With this in mind, Carrie carefully monitored her calorie consumption and increased the time she spent exercising her abdomen. At first, she was disconcerted by the discovery that Olga's belt would dig into her tummy each time she called on her stomach muscles. As a result, she taught herself how to keep her stomach flat even when she was working it. For example, she would take care to tuck her tummy in rather than let it bulge when doing her sit-ups. Similarly, when I massaged her belly, she concentrated on keeping her waist as small as possible while rounding her lower belly so that it could accommodate the penetration of my fingers. Further, she was gratified to find that, after a few of weeks, her waist had shrunk sufficiently that the belt was no longer a source of serious discomfort.

   Limbering her legs was a more difficult problem. As a child, Carrie had taken ballet lessons, but she no longer possessed the flexibility which those lessons had given her body. Working together, we tried to devise an exercise program for the purpose of limbering her legs. After several abortive attempts, we settled on an exercise which seemed to work quite well. Namely, Carrie would lie on her back and raise one leg straight up. I, after grasping the ankle of that leg with both hands, would use my weight to manipulate it in ways designed to stretch its tendons. By pushing the leg forward, I forced Carrie's hamstrings to lengthen. When I pulled it to the side, it was the tendons in her groin which were made to bear my weight. Our efforts did make her legs more limber. On the other hand, nothing that we did with her legs even approached the demands which her visit to Olga's frame had made on them. Thus, we suspected that Olga would not satisfied with our efforts and decided that we had better employ more rigorous methods. For this reason, we located a dance school where Carrie could have a personal trainer for her legs.

   When we arrived at the school, we were greeted by a handsome young man named Greg who was wearing an outfit which hid little of his muscular body. After ushering us into a small studio, he asked Carrie, whose body, once she had removed her coat and slipped out of her shoes, was attractively displayed under her leotard, to stand in front of a full length mirror so that he could assess the condition of her legs. Unlike Olga's, Greg's examination was completely dispassionate. In fact, although he clearly appreciated what he saw, he seemed to have only a purely professional interest in her body. Even when he was touching her rather intimately around her crotch, there were no sexual implications discernible in his touch. For Carrie, Greg's apparent asexuality was simultaneously reassuring and disturbing. On the one hand, she did not want to involve yet another person in her sexual life. On the other hand, she had to admit that she expected men to be sexually aroused by her body and found it slightly insulting that this man was not.

   Having ascertained the information which he needed to proceed, Greg came to the same conclusion as Olga had. Namely, he thought the most efficient method for improving Carrie's flexibility was to employ a barre in much the same way as ballet masters used to train their students. So saying, he positioned a portable barre several feet in front of the mirror, anchored it to solid sockets in the floor, and, after adjusting its height, invited Carrie to place one of her legs over the barre. Remembering her ballet classes, Carrie assumed that she was to place her leg so that her ankle would be the point at which it met the barre. However, that was not what Greg had in mind. Standing on the opposite side of the barre from Carrie, he grasped her ankle and gently pulled Carrie forward until her crotch rested on top of the barre so that her raised leg was entirely on Greg's side and the groin of her other leg rested against the side of the barre. After warning Carrie to brace herself, Greg slowly stretched her leg by leaning back. As he steadily increased the pull on her raised leg, the muscles in that leg as well as the tendons of her groin were subjected to increasing tension. However, he seemed to know how much she could tolerate and stopped increasing the tension before it became too painful. Once he had the pull on her leg at the level he wanted, he, without diminishing the tension, began working the stretched leg. Depending on the direction in which he guided her raised leg, he forced Carrie to rotate on the other leg so that at one extreme she was nearly facing toward him and at the other extreme she had her back to him.

   Greg continued working her leg in this way for about fifteen minutes before having her switch legs and repeating the procedure. After this initial stretching of her legs, Greg allowed Carrie to rest for several minutes while he raised the barre about half a foot. When she was ready to resume, he had Carrie face the barre and again hand him the leg which had been raised first. This time, rather than pulling the leg toward him, he held the ankle on top of the barre and told her to lean her torso as far back as she could while he held her ankle against the barre. After she had complied, Carrie's body assumed a graceful arc, which was enhanced when she tilted her head and her lifted her arms so that they continued the curve along which her torso ran. In fact, she looked so beautiful in this pose that I asked her if she would mind my baring her upper body while she held it. Perhaps because, in spite of his being a man, Greg's apparent lack of sexual interest neutralized his presence from her point of view, Carrie, who was well aware how beautifully the pose displayed her body, hesitated only a moment before agreeing; indeed, I sensed that her only reason for hesitating at all was her concern that Greg not see the wire belt which encompassed her midriff. Since she was wearing a wrap-around leotard, it was easy for me to lower it to her waist without having her abandon her position or exposing her belt, and, when I had it tucked securely around her middle, the beauty of what I had revealed exceeded expectations. What I found most pleasing was the pattern made by her faintly visible ribs, a pattern which was aesthetically interrupted by the soft mounds of her breasts. Unable to resist, I positioned myself behind her back, reached under her arms so that I could cup her breasts in my hands, and, by trapping them between my index fingers and thumbs, tease her nipples until they stood out from her breasts like little red sentinels.Â

   Throughout, Greg watched us with intense interest but gave no sign that he was sexually aroused by either the sight of Carrie's body or what I was doing to it. Nonetheless, he did appreciate the aesthetic possibilities of Carrie's response to my attentions and suggested that I experiment to see what artistic effects I could produce by molding her torso into different positions. Since I too was intrigued by these possibilities, I readily accepted his suggestion.  Standing behind Carrie, I took one of her shoulders in each hand and pulled them back until her upper body not only bent away from the barre but also arched back toward me. In this position, her head fell back with the consequence that her face disappeared from her image in the mirror and was replaced by her nipples as the most prominent feature at the top of her body. In an attempt to increase the dramatic impact of her image, I decided that I should try to make her arms disappear as well. Thus, without reducing the pressure that I was applying, I dropped my hands along her arms so that I could pull them together and away from her body. As I had anticipated, with her arms missing from it, her image now resembled that of a Greek stature whose head and limbs had been lost. Once I had her arms where I wanted them, I held them there with one hand grasping her two wrists while I used my other hand to keep the ``sentinels'' on her breasts awake and be sure that they continued to stand at attention. In addition, my free hand roamed over her tightly stretched front, enjoying the soft layer of smooth flesh covering the tightly stretched musculature of her upper belly, and occasionally I would use her arms as a lever to make her sway back and forth in what became a slow, sensual dance.

   After Greg had switched to her other leg, I decided to mold Carrie's torso in a different direction. This time I pushed her body toward the raised leg and had her grasp the barre so that her breasts now lay on either side of her raised leg and her foot rested against her chin. In this position, Carrie's breasts were much more malleable than they had been when she leaned back, and, after taking a nipple in each hand, I set her breasts in motion by alternately pressing one nipple into while pulling the other nipple away from the breast to which it was attached. Carrie found my simulated milking of her breasts both relaxing and exciting, and Greg and I thoroughly enjoyed watching her breasts as they bobbed up and down and changed shape. Thus, by the time that Greg released her leg, all three of us were pleased and were looking forward to our next visit.

   We returned to Greg several times, and each time discovered new ways to present and enjoy Carrie's body while he limbered her legs. Never did Greg's interest in her body give even a hint of sexuality. It seemed that he simply appreciated its aesthetic potential and was content to participate in the realization of that potential. Somewhat to my surprise, once she had reconciled his disinterest with her own pride in her sexual attractiveness, Carrie learned that there was a special pleasure to be derived from having her body appreciated for its purely artistic attributes. Nonetheless, she knew that, without the sexual component, she would never achieve the state of excitement which Olga had evoked, and so our visits to Greg did nothing to assuage her need to revisit Olga.

The Second Session: Understandably, Carrie anticipated our second visit to Olga with mixed emotions. Indeed, she both desired and feared the experiences to which she knew Olga would submit her body.  Thinking, perhaps unconsciously, that maximizing her vulnerability might influence Olga to be gentler, Carrie, after performing her usual washing and shaving, spent a long time in her bath scrubbing her entire body with a pumice stone. As a result, when she emerged her complexion had the pink glow of a baby. In order not to lose this glow on our way to the gym, she donned a rather coarse wool dress which, because she had nothing except Olga's belt beneath it, would keep her skin slightly irritated and tingling.

   Carrie's neck and proceeding down her front, Olga demonstrated her profound knowledge of the female anatomy and her skill in the manipulation of its erogenous zones, particularly the less frequently recognized ones like the soft flesh along her underarms, sensitive skin in her armpits, and the feminine curves of her midriff and hips. Thus, by the time Olga reached Carrie's pubis, Carrie's body had turned to a mass of putty which Olga was free to mold, and, as Olga explained, mold it is exactly what she intended to do. In this connection, Olga told Carrie that throughout the session, her body would be kept in a state of sexual excitement, no matter what else was being done to it, and her excitement would be maintained and monitored by two means. First, her nipples would be required to remain rigidly hard, and various methods would be employed to assure that that requirement was met. Second, Carrie was to be introduced to the use of ben wa balls and to learn their power to exercise and stimulate the vagina. When we were once again in Olga's lair, Olga again began by having Carrie remove her clothes and stand on the low platform where her previous inspection had taken place. Carrie's efforts with the pumice were not lost on Olga, who appreciated both the rosiness of Carrie's skin and warmth which radiated from it. In addition, much to Carrie's relief, Olga, after expressing her satisfaction with Carrie's success in reducing her girth to the prescribed dimension, removed the belt with which she had bound Carrie's waist. When the belt was gone, Olga treated Carrie to a delicious massage. Starting at Carrie's neck and proceeding down her front, Olga demonstrated her profound knowledge of the female anatomy and her skill in the manipulation of its erogenous zones, particularly the less frequently recognized ones like the soft flesh along her underarms, sensitive skin in her armpits, and the feminine curves of her midriff and hips. Thus, by the time Olga reached Carrie's pubis, Carrie's body had turned to a mass of putty which Olga was free to mold, and, as Olga explained, mold it is exactly what she intended to do. In this connection, Olga told Carrie that throughout the session, her body would be kept in a state of sexual excitement, no matter what else was being done to it, and her excitement would be maintained and monitored by two means. First, her nipples would be required to remain rigidly hard, and various methods would be employed to assure that that requirement was met. Second, Carrie was to be introduced to the use of ben wa balls and to learn their power to exercise and stimulate the vagina.   When we were once again in Olga's lair, Olga again began by having Carrie remove her clothes and stand on the low platform where her previous

   Having told us her intentions, Olga left Carrie's body quaking on the platform long enough to fetch a vaulting horse and her instrument trolley. When she returned, she asked Carrie to drape herself over the horse, with her midriff centered on the pad and her upper and lower body hanging down on either side. Olga then buckled a wide strap over Carrie's waist, thereby effectively bisecting Carrie's body so that she felt as its upper half had been partially disconnected from her lower half. After dispatching me to the side occupied by Carrie's buttock and hips, Olga retrieved from her trolley a small box from which she drew a pair of metallic ben wa balls, one about an inch in diameter and the other somewhat smaller, attached together by a string. When she handed the balls to me, I discovered that they contained a heavy, viscous substance, possibly mercury, which wobbled in response to any movement and jiggled whenever one ball knocked against the other. Asking me to first warm them in my palms, she told me that when they were approaching body temperature I should spread Carrie's labia and introduce the balls into her vagina; and, because Carrie was already so sexually excited, my assignment was easily accomplished.

   Once I had the balls embedded deep inside Carrie, Olga joined me at Carrie's rear. Leaning down over her buttock, Olga placed a stethoscope in the dip just below Carrie's sacrum and instructed Carrie to work her vaginal muscles against the balls. In order to help Carrie figure out how to mobilize the muscles required, Olga had me reach a hand between Carrie's legs and palpate the part of her lower belly just above her pubic bone and directly over the portion of her vagina in which the ben wa balls lay. Although I could not feel the presence of the balls, Olga could hear through her stethoscope that my hand was having the desired effect. Namely, my massage was causing the balls to move up and down Carrie's vaginal channel. Because of their difference in size, they moved at slightly different rates, and each time that they bumped back together, Olga could hear a distinct click. Of course, Olga was not the only one who could perceive what was happening inside Carrie. Carrie herself was acutely aware of every movement made by the balls, both because of predictable stretching and contraction of her vaginal walls around the surface of the moving balls and because of the unpredictable shifting of the substance secreted in their interior. Thus, it did not take her long to gain sufficient control that, when, at Olga's bidding, I removed my hand, Carrie was able to keep the balls in motion. After listening for several minutes to the clicks echoing in Carrie's pelvic region, Olga removed her stethoscope but warned Carrie that her efforts would be monitored and that steps would be taken were they deemed to be deficient. Before moving back to the other side of the horse, Olga ran a second wide strap along the crease at the join of Carrie's buttock to the tops of her thighs and secured this strap to the horse in a way which, in conjunction with the strap across Carrie's waist, welded Carrie's pelvic region to the horse.Â

   Satisfied that Carrie's bottom would remain sufficiently stimulated for a while, Olga turned her attention to Carrie's top half. She began by taking from her trolley a contraption consisting of a pair of plastic tubes attached at one end to a small electric pump and fitted at the other end with pliable rubber disks. After switching on the pump, Olga cupped one of Carrie's inverted breasts, positioned a disk so that it was centered over the nipple, and held it in place until it became sealed to the aureola by the suction generated by the pump; and, when it secure, she immediately repeated the procedure on Carrie's other breast. As Olga had intended, Carrie was learning how it feels to have her breasts milked. To augment this sensation, the pump was designed so that the suction it produced varied. At times it was strong enough to suck Carrie's nipples into the tubes, distending them until they were over half an inch long. At other times, the suction was barely sufficient to keep the disks in place. Because its modulations seemed to have no regular pattern, Carrie could not anticipate the sensations which her breasts would be experiencing, and so all that she could do was let her body absorb those sensations. In response to what was happening to her, Carrie's natural bodily functions took over. Namely, like that of a mother nursing a suckling baby, the $-1òümilkingòý provoked a continuous series of rhythmic contractions in Carrie's vagina, contractions which, because of the ben wa balls, propagated all the way from her uterus to her clitoris. Thus, draped as she was over the horse, Carrie, once again reconciled herself to the loss of control over her own body, joined Olga and me as enthralled observers of a female body responding to nature's bidding. Without any further stimulation, Carrie's body continued to perform for about ten minutes, and during this period we were treated to sequence of sensual undulations which would have put any contortionist to shame. Indeed, with each renewal of the suction on her nipples, Carrie lifted her torso and swayed from side to side, and, when the tug on her nipples subsided, her torso would drop but the muscles in her hips and upper thighs continued to give evidence of the contractions taking place in her inner recesses.

   In spite of the blissful state Carrie was enjoying, her body was paying an enormous price for its pleasure. After only a few minutes, her body was sheathed in a coating of sweat, and after ten minutes her response to the sucking on her nipples began to diminish. Realizing that Carrie was close to collapse, Olga removed the disks from her breasts and handed me a towel with which to wipe the sweat off of Carrie's body while she prepared for the next stage in Carrie's training. When I had dried her off, I noticed that Carrie's hips continued to twitch and surmised that her vaginal walls must be still massaging themselves against the ben wa balls. Fascinated, I moved to her rear and ran my hands over her buttock, along sides of her waist, and up her rib cage until, by draping my own body on top hers, I was able to reach what normally would have been the underside but was now, in her inverted position, the upper surface of her breasts.  Perhaps because they are usually the least accessible area, I have always found the underside of a woman's breast to be highly responsive, and certainly this had been my experience with Carrie. Further, because gravity now was exposing rather than hiding the crease between her ribs and the mounds of her breasts, the undersides of her breasts were particularly vulnerable and exquisitely sensitive. Thus, as I caressed them with the backs of my fingers, my groin, which was glued to Carrie's buttock, was rewarded by a noticeably increased level of activity below it. After spending enough time on their undersides, I moved on to the sides of her breasts before concentrating on her nipples, which had lost none of the rigidity which their ``milking'' had produced.Â

   After giving Carrie and me enough time to enjoy the wonders taking  place in her body, Olga brought our attention to the preparations she had been making. During our dalliance, she had dragged forward a large, well padded mat, which she had positioned between the horse and mirror and had then fetched a pair of five pound barbells from her collection of weights. Compared to the other equipment which she had employed, these items seemed rather mundane. Nonetheless, as Carrie was about to find out, their simplicity belied their effectiveness. After freeing Carrie from her perch atop the horse, Olga told her to stand facing the mirror in the middle of the pad. Next, placing her hands on Carrie's shoulders, Olga guided her into a kneeling position with Carrie's buttock initially resting on her calves and then, after having Carrie spread her folded legs, with her buttock touching the mat and most of her weight born by the tendons in her splayed haunches. The fact that she was able to assume this position without too much difficulty was testament to her time at the barre, and so Carrie was gratified by Olga's look of approval. In addition, she was pleased by the image of herself reflected in the mirror. The pose presented her upper body at its best, especially because of the way her turgid nipples crowned her breasts. Equally attractive was the lush spread of her hips and the passageway to her vulva formed by her inner thighs. However, Olga interrupted Carrie's narcissistic contemplations when she placed a barbell in each of Carrie's hands and instructed her to first raise her upper arms so that they stuck straight out from her sides at shoulder height and then had her bend her elbows at right angles so that her lower arms pointed straight up.

   Olga's instructions only enhanced the charm of Carrie's pose. Carrie now resembled one of those sensual Cambodian temple statues depicting the consort to some Hindu god. Furthermore, because the weights she was holding were not very heavy, for a while Carrie had no particular difficulty maintaining her position. Nonetheless, her difficulty increased with each passing minute, and, after holding the barbells for five minutes, the muscles in her arms and shoulders had begun to burn, and beads of sweat appeared on her trembling neck and shoulders and ran from her armpits down her sides. By ten minutes, Olga saw that Carrie was in distress and gave her permission to lower her arms to her sides and rest the barbells on the tops of her thighs. On the other hand, she did not relax her control over Carrie's body. By the time that Carrie was allowed to drop her arms, relief was her only concern. In particular, she was not worried about her appearance and could not care less whether her nipples remained hard or the balls in her vagina kept moving. However, Olga swiftly took charge. Delivering a sharp slap on the bulge just below Carrie's navel, she first admonished Carrie for not keeping her tummy firm. She then armed herself with a small brush with which she systematically brushed the exposed tips of Carrie's breasts until her nipples again stood at attention on her puckered aureole. While she dealt with Carrie's upper body, Olga sent me to check on the ben wa balls. Rather than having me use the stethoscope, she told me to cup Carrie's vulva and stimulate her vagina into action by tapping on her clitoris. When I leaned down to place an ear against Carrie's lower belly, I could detect a slightly liquid sound, which I assumed came from her vaginal secretions acting as a lubricant facilitating the peristaltic contractions of her vaginal walls around the balls. Once Olga saw we had brought her back to a state of intense sexual excitement, she instructed Carrie to raise the barbells. Because her muscles were already tired, Carrie was reluctant to obey. Nonetheless, when Olga threatened to bring the session to an immediate close and send us home unless she complied, Carrie resumed her pose. Distracted by the attention which Olga and my continued to lavish on her nipples and clitoris, Carrie was able to hold the pose far longer than I had predicted. In fact, much to my surprise, she gave no further protest when Olga forced her to repeat this exercise twice more, with no relief from Olga and my incessant teasing.Â

   At last Olga decided that it was time to give Carrie's arms a rest and exercise another part of her anatomy. Thus, after she had Carrie lower her arms for the fourth time, she had me move a few feet behind Carrie and then, by pressing on Carrie's breasts, pushed her into a backward back bend so that her head touched the pat between her feet and her torso formed an arch. Stretched as they were, when Olga released them Carrie's breasts were completely flattened on her chest, especially after Olga denied her support from her arms and insisted that she lift them over her head and told me to grasp her hands so that she had to keep them there. In fact, were it not for her erect nipples and large aureole, her upper body could have been mistaken for that of a nubile adolescent. Of course, that resemblance ended at her navel, below which her generous hips, succulent thighs, and plume of public left no doubt that the body presented before me belonged to a fully mature woman in her prime. Using a towel and baby powder provided by Olga, I first removed the film of sweat coating Carrie's body and then replaced that film with a thin layer of powder. Because it tended to accumulate in all the hallows on her front, the powderhighlighted the contours of Carrie's tightly stretched body, accentuating her ribs and the region around her belly button. Kneeling at her head, I ran my hands gently up and down her torso, spreading the powder evenly over her ribcage, breasts, and armpits and finally into the crevice between her thighs and labia.

   Consumed as we were by the sensuality of what I was doing to her body, Carrie and I did not notice Olga's absence until she reappeared. At first I was dumbfounded by what she brought back with her. Namely, she had two drum sticks of the sort used on a kettle drum, the ones with fuzzy bulbs at their ends. However, after she sat herself cross-legged at Carrie's side, it became clear that what she intended was to use the tautly stretched surface of Carrie's tummy as a drum. To begin with, she simply stroked Carrie's skin with the soft bulbs, the way a drummer might get the feel of his instrument before beginning to play. Then, having familiarized herself with her instrument, she started playing on it. Striking with moderate force, she beat a steady tatoo on the tight muscles of Carrie's stomach. Like a drummer, she varied her target. Thus, at times it was the relatively soft area around Carrie's navel which was being hit, at other times it was bony rim of Carrie's pelvic region on which she concentrated, with particular attention to its apex just above her vulva. Much to my surprise and delight, Olga's playing did evoke an audible response from Carrie's body. When the neighborhood of her belly button was being tapped, I could hear a muted but definite low pitched reverberation coming from the tightly stretched muscles in her abdomen. When it was her pelvic rim, the reverberations seemed to emanate from her skeleton and were much higher pitched. But no matter what tones Olga's playing were producing, the effect on Carrie was one of extreme excitement. Never before had her body been subjected to this sort of stimulation. Not only did the reverberations coursing through her frame provide new physical sensations, she was greatly excited by her own acquiescence in the use of her body as an instrument for someone else to play on.

   As a crescendo, Olga brought her performance to a close with a protracted attack on the apex of Carrie's pubis. Holding the drum sticks with her fingers and moving only her wrists, she struck with little force but great rapidity directly on the point where the pelvic bones meet. In spite the tension caused by her position, Olga's blows resonated throughout Carrie's pelvic region, sending thrilling vibrations coursing through her occupied vagina and even penetrating into the ring of muscle around her anus.  The intensity of the sensations which Olga was producing was so great that, for the first time since she assumed her bowed position, Carrie began to struggle. Using my grasp on her hands to give herself traction, she attempted to lift her hips so that her pubis would be more available for the sensual punishment which Olga was administering to it. Carrie's struggles enabled her to raise her buttock high enough to expose her groin and the upper portion of her vulva, and Olga was quick to take advantage of the new targets. While continuing to strike Carrie's pubis with her left hand, she used the stick in her right to hit first the tendons at the top of Carrie's groin and then, more gently, to tap directly on Carrie's clitoris, which now peeked out between her labia. Each time Olga visited her clitoris, Carrie moaned and writhed desperately. Nonetheless, even after Olga continued to torment her for several minutes, Carrie did nothing to protect this
most exquisitely sensitive part of her anatomy. Quite the opposite, as became increasing clear, the purpose of her writhing was to expose, not hide, her clitoris. By shifting some of her weight to her shoulders and lifting herself onto her toes while raising her hips and spreading her legs wider, Carrie gave Olga unimpeded access to the now prominent bud which seemed to be asserting its presence between her gaping labia.

   Having received such a blatant invitation from Carrie to concentrate on her engorged clitoris, Olga asked me whether I agreed to having her bring Carrie to orgasm. Since I had never been a spectator when Carrie reached her sexual climax, I was intrigued by the prospect of watching someone else, especially someone so skilled as Olga, bring her to orgasm, and so I nodded my agreement. When she had my approval, Olga asked me to kneel straddling Carrie's head and then take one of her nipples between the thumb and index finger of each hand. At the same time, she knelt between the wings of Carrie's splayed thighs, and, after dropping the drum stick which it had held, used the fingers of her right hand to carefully free the stalk of Carrie's clitoris from the hood of flesh under which it normally resides.  In spite of her preoccupation with the strain and stimulation to which her body was being subjected, Carrie was keenly aware of the resulting extreme exposure of the most sensitive spot on her body. Never before had she had her clitoris so purposefully manipulated. In addition, this was the first time that it was a woman who would doing the manipulation, and this fact both worried and excited her. Intuitively, Carrie sensed that a woman, especially one who had already asserted so much control over her body, would be much more knowledgeable than a man about the potential of this uniquely female organ and much less inhibited about exploiting its potential, and Olga wasted no time confirming that Carrie's intuition was correct. With the fingers of her right hand preventing Carrie's clitoris from hiding under its protective cover, Olga used the drum stick in her left hand to administer a sequence of well aimed taps to the tip of the glistening stalk staring at her between Carrie's labia. Even though Carrie's lower body bucked each time Olga struck her clitoris, she did nothing to protect it from further assault. Timing the delivery of her taps so that they came at five second intervals, Olga instructed me to squeeze Carrie's nipples during between blows, thereby making sure that at no time was Carrie's body free of stimulation.

   After a couple of minutes, Olga stopped her tapping and dropped the stick in her left hand. Now using both her hands, Olga peeled back Carrie's labia and placed her thumbs directly on either side of the fully exposed stalk of Carrie's clitoris. Ignoring the gyrations of Carrie's hips, Olga commenced a skilled manipulation of Carrie's distended clitoris. Alternating sides, her thumbs bent Carrie's stalk back and forth, each time forcing it to remain bent for several seconds. For Carrie, Olga's treatment of her clitoris was excruciating. On the one hand, having her rigid clitoris forced to bend caused a pain which permeated her entire vulva and made the muscles of her vagina contract around the ben wa balls which were still deeply embedded in its depths. On the other hand, the pain was entirely different from any she had experienced before. Indeed, it was a pain which she willing endured and even wanted to have increased. Thus, with tears clouding her eyes, she ceased her gyrations, and the only movement in her lower body came from the stressed muscles in her tummy and thighs. Olga was clearly pleased by Carrie's reaction and, with a sly smile, announced that she intended to deny Carrie relief until she had achieved orgasm, an announcement to which, much to my surprise, Carrie raised no complaint. Although I continued to tease Carrie's nipples, the focus of my attention was Carrie's vulva and what Olga was doing down there. What fascinated me was the way that the intensity of the sensations Olga was producing simultaneously brought Carrie to the brink of orgasm and prevented her from achieving it. Indeed, each time that Carrie's body seemed about to reach orgasm, Olga would knowingly increase the pressure on her clitoris so that Carrie was denied the moment of relief which she required to prepare for climax. In this way, Olga kept Carrie suspended in a state of pure frustration, forcing her body to absorb enormous excitement while preventing her from bringing herself to orgasm. Of course, Carrie's body could not tolerate this level of stimulation indefinitely. Thus, when Olga sensed that the pleasure she was bringing Carrie would soon lose out to the torment she was administering, she relented, and the next time Carrie's body tensed in anticipation of climax, Olga allowed her to achieve the orgasm toward which she had been striving ever since our arrival. Never before had I seen Carrie climax with such intensity. In spite of its exhaustion, her body convulsed with each wave of excitement and relief that swept over it. Her initial convulsion was the strongest, but it was followed by a succession after-shocks during which she thrust her hips in a abandoned imitation of coitus. By the time that the final wave had racked her body, Carrie was so depleted that she simply collapsed into the puddle of sweat which had been building on her back and dropping onto the mat over which she had been arched. When this happened, Olga leaned over Carrie's prone form, planted an admiring kiss on her forehead, and left us alone.

   I soon realized that Carrie was so physically and mentally spent that she was completely incapable of caring for herself. As a consequence, she was entirely passive as I ministered to her needs. After wiping down her body and removing the ben wa balls from her vagina, I decided to give her a relaxing massage, in response to which she slipped into a peaceful sleep. However, not wanting to prolong our departure too long, I disturbed her rest enough to get her sufficiently dressed to allow us to leave without being arrested for indecency. When I at last had guided her out onto the street, I hailed a cab in which we returned home.

Conclusion: As was the case after her first visit to Olga, Carrie took several days to recover from the experience. Indeed, it is not entirely clear that she has yet come to terms with the emotions which the memory of that experience continues to evoke. Carrie has never thought of herself as lesbian, and so her own acquiescence to Olga's explicitly sexual manipulation of her body disturbed her. On the one hand, she was able to rationalize that her acquiescence was a consequence of the peculiar situation and was therefore not a reflection of her true sexual proclivities. On the other hand, she was honest enough to realize that she had been an active and willing participant in what had been done to her. 0Indeed, it was she, even after the initial session, who had sought out Olga and not Olga who had come to her. Thus, there was no way for her to pretend it was an accident that the most intimate parts of her body had come under Olga's control and had been made to endure the consequences. Carrie had always suspected that only another woman would know how to extract the ultimate pleasure of which her body was capable, but she had never fully understood the implications of that realization. However, now, after two sessions with Olga, she had no way to escape the conclusion that, even if she was not a lesbian, her body had appreciated the special attentions which only a woman would have known it craved and how to administer. In fact, each time that Carrie recalled how Olga had transported her to that level of excitement at which the pain she imposed on her body only enhanced the pleasurable sensations which her mind was registering, a frisson of excitement coursed through her body at the same time as a dark shadow of fear and anguish overlay her thoughts.Â

   As distinguished from Carrie's thinking after her first session with Olga, Carrie's desire to resubmit her body to Olga's control was outweighed by her reservations about doing so. Instead, what she wanted was to return to the sort of games which she used to play with me and to see if she could learn to use them to satisfy her needs. Thus, after she had recovered sufficiently from the ordeal of her second visit to Olga, Carrie resumed her exercise regimen under my supervision. Usually, we have worked her body at home, in which case she is expected to present herself naked so that she will be maximally available. On the other hand, in order to avoid boredom, we have sometimes chosen a more public venue in which to play our games. On these occasions, I have made sure that Carrie will be constantly aware that we are treading the thin line which separates propriety from indiscretion. So far, Carrie has been satisfied. However, I do not fool myself: Olga remains a prominent presence in her mind. Â





The Rural Life

Mangalwal on Sex Stories

The Rural Life..

 

Just as when I turned d 15, the family invested in distribution chain of imported building material from Japan and Europe.

 

My father was posted to a small village town called Hinzada and I had to move with him. There were hardly and brick and mortal homes.

 

The dwellings were mainly timber and bamboo based with corrugated iron roofs. Practically the living environment was c
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ommunal with upto 50 such huts or houses in one cluster and enclosed by fencing to discourage wild animals, which were abound in those days, from entering inside.

 

There was a small lake within the communal living which served as a source of general water supply. Drinking water was extracted from large wells.

 

There were other children in the communal site but no boys of my age. There were a few girls within my age, younger or older.

 

The majority of the community were mainly young married families and some were extended families too.

 

As I had moved in from a city with first class schooling, I was the star of my own school and also in the community where I lived.

 

In the school I obviously excelled and teachers started to assign my classmates to me to help with their lessons and study. It was a mixed sex school and we had both boys and girls in my class.  A couple of my classmates also lived in the same communal area as I did so we walked to and from school together. These girls were just basically plain perhaps because of the rural upbringing and sharing in the housework etc. The only social activity for anyone would either be to go a local cinema or else gather around one or two other people’s houses to listen to the radio broadcast of popular songs.

 

People had their own farm animals which served as a source for fresh dairy supply of eggs, milk and poultry.

 

I spent most of my time with my father at his shop but would be sent home before sunset as there was no street lighting. well there was just one road, the high road and the rest were all dirt streets.

 

I would be taken home by workers of our shop on their bicycles with me riding across on the beam and holding on to the bike handles.  The ride would be bumpy at best and often I had to keep hold of the handles or on the thigh of my escort.

 

Such rides also often led me to discover the cocks of our servants. One, in particular, was always keen to take me home because he would get his erection due to close contact of our bodies and I too would get hold of his cock due to bumpy rides.

 

This guy added to my discovery of sexuality by deliberately pausing whenever we would pass by dogs copulating or donkeys hanging their dicks out. He would tell me what it was or how the dogs would get attached.

 

He then showed me his dick and I was fascinated by it. It was a normal average dick about 6 inch when erect but his was a peculiar shape. His dick’s head was quite small but as it went towards its base it became thicker. His balls were small and he had his pubic hair shaved. He would ask me to hold his dick and took much pleasure out of my rubbing it along. However, he never went beyond that perhaps because he was married.

 

On one such ride home, I asked him about woman and their anatomy... He told me to go to the small lake in our community in the evening and hide in the bush and I will see what I wanted to.

 

Sure enough, women would come to the lake and take bath without any hesitation or worry about their nakedness. I learnt that it was a normal practice for the women to take their bath at that time and men avoided the lake at such time.

 

Hiding in the bush was dangerous because of snakes and scorpions. Besides, the sight was not that clear to behold due to lack of light. However, if I wanted to see naked women I now knew where to come.

 

One of the two girls from my school also took her bath in the lake and I saw her small boobs and scanty patch of pubic hair. That got me excited and I had a hard on which I relieved by jerking off.

 

I picked up the courage to tell the girl that I saw her taking a bath in the lake but she showed neither surprise nor any anger at my comment. It appeared to me that such things did not matter.

 

Coming from school we would pass by the naughty activities of dogs and donkeys and I would point at them and laugh when I would be with the girls. The girls would laugh too but would not make any comments other than saying that they had seen their parent doing it too.

 

So I went to their house one late evening under the pretext of join lesson with the girls whom I had already confided into that I wanted to see their parents doing it. They allowed me to sleep. Later at night I woke up when I heard some sound and was surprised to see the girl’s father fucking their mother openly without any worry that the children were there too.

 

In the light of the burning lamp I could clearly see what was happening. The man was standing and had his wife straddle him wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and they were happily humping away. Obviously she was getting lots of pleasure because she was bobbing up and down his cock and I could see the shaft shining as it went in and out in its thrusts and covered with her lubricant of the pussy.

 

She did had a good shape and her husband bent downward and sucked on her nipples turn by turn making her squeal with delight. I just could not believe my luck but was also frightened that they would see me watching them. So I pretended to be asleep but kept looking. I also nudged the girl sleeping next to me and she opened her eyes and saw what was going on. To my surprise, she just turned over and went back to sleep.

 

The couple soon reached climax and after the husband had released his cum inside his wife his dick slipped out and he gently put his wife down on her bed on the floor of the hut and lied down next to her and went to sleep.

 

I stretched out my hand towards the girl’s boobs and touched it. She did not move. So that emboldened me and I put my hand under her blouse – she did not have a bra – nobody wore bra anyway, and found her small nipples erect. I rubbed my palm all over both of her tits and played with her nipples but did not had the courage to do anything more for fear of either being found out by her parents or the girl herself getting upset.

 

 

There will be more to follow:

 

Contact me if you wish to discuss.

 

Mangalwal1@yahoo.co.uk

 

 

 

Fantasy World

Yoda0351 on Sex Stories

Fantasy World
In the beginning things were all hazy, Jill could not see clearly, everything had a halo around it - why?

Before she could analyse the situation everything became crystal clear, she was in a crowded place, a club. There were people there that she knew but no-one spoke to her and she spoke to no-one. She had a feeling that she had been there a long time although time had no meaning to her, it was hot and the music was mesmerising her.

People walking past her brushed against her and she realised that her skin was hypersensitive, each touch made her skin tingle and her nipples stand erect. She took a sip of the drink in front of her, not sure if it was hers or not. No-one complained so it must have been hers, it tasted nice any
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way.

Her attention was drawn to the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor, unison movement to the beat of the music. Jill made her way through the wall of people, struggling to reach the middle of the floor. Jill closed her eyes and started to move, slowly, feeling the pace of the music. The fine hair on her arms stood up as if she was electrically charged. As she moved Jill realised that she was becoming sexually aroused, something which had never happened to her on a dance floor before.

She lifted her arms above her head, as her hand passed her face she noticed a crescent moon on the back of her hand, strange, she could not remember where it came from. Her arms swayed from side to side in time to the music, then slowly lowered. As her hand passed her breast it brushed against the loose fabric of her thin summer shirt sending a shock through her. Jill lifted her hand again slightly, this time rubbing harder against the firm bulge of her breast, pausing briefly to cup the warm firmness in her hand. She could feel her nipple hardening in the palm of her hand and this sent ripples of pleasure downwards, creeping slowly deep into the apex of her thighs.

Jill's eyes were still closed and she had no idea if anyone was watching her, so what if they were? She was horny and she didn't care who saw her. Now and then she would feel a brief touch as someone brushed against her as they danced, each time this happened Jill experienced an ever increasing feeling of sexual arousal until she became fully aware of the warm, wet, heat between her thighs, made worse by the friction of her thighs rubbing against the now swollen outer lips of her vagina as she danced.

A man put his arm around her from behind and moved in time with her, his breath warm on the back of her neck. His hand was positioned just below the swell of her breast, teasingly close but not quite touching the soft underside, which was not hampered by the restraints of a bra and which was free to move about, bouncing slightly as Jill moved in time to the music. She wished he would move his hand to cover her breast, feel the swollen nipple and gently massage it between his fingers, making it even harder and more aroused...then he was gone. She turned around but it could have been any of the men dancing in front of her. No-one paid her any special attention and she continued to sway to the music.

Female hands on her hips made her stiffen for the shortest moment, but Ooooh what a sensation. Long soft fingers slowly caressed her up and down her thighs, purposely stopping each time over the band of her panties which they could feel under the thin material of her knee length loose skirt, following the band around behind her then back to her hips and then back behind her, pausing in the middle of her back, hesitating, expecting a response. The fingers then slowly moved downwards between the firm cheeks of her buttocks, continuing downwards to where they parted again....pausing.

By now Jill was fully aroused, her insides were in turmoil. She had never been turned on by a woman before. Jill could feel the outer lips of her vagina swollen and wet between her legs, her clitoris was on fire, crying out to be rubbed by one of the secret fingers presently teasing the warm space between her upper thighs but not quite touching her pussy.

The hands suddenly moved from between her buttocks, coming up from behind wrapping around her upper body and each hand cupped one of Jill's semi nude breasts and she let out a low moan as the woman behind her began to massage her twin peaks, arousing Jill to a point of near orgasm. The woman behind her was pressing forward against Jill's back and she could clearly feel the firm pressure of the woman's breasts against her and lower down she could feel the shape of the woman's mound against her buttocks as she pressed her hips forward, forcing her mound against Jill. Looking down Jill could see that her chocolate brown nipples were clearly visible through her shirt- and they burned, burned for a warm mouth around them, gently sucking, a wet tongue circling the areola, arousing her even more. Her nipples were being gently squeezed, almost driving her mad with lust. She could feel the inside of her vagina tighten in response to her thoughts of having a man penetrate her soft, smooth inner folds, driving deeper, forcing her tight entrance open as his thick shaft slid into her.

Without thinking about what she was doing Jill placed her one arm behind her, forcing her hand between her buttocks and the other woman's hips. Jill turned her hand until she could cup the other woman's mound in her hand and she the pushed her fingers deeper between her thighs, feeling the other woman open her legs slightly to allow Jill access to her vagina. Jill felt the warmth of her vagina through her thin skirt and tiny g-string, she gently began to apply pressure to her fingers, massaging the soft, wet, fully aroused pussy of a complete stranger and it turned Jill on like she had never been turned on before.

The feeling of her breasts being gently massaged, the pulse of the music and the sensation of complete inhibition was becoming too much for Jill to tolerate for much longer. She felt the lips of the other woman's vagina giving way to the pressure of her fingers and they parted to allow Jill to slip her finger in between and gently stimulate the very stiff shaft of the clitoris below. Jill could feel that the woman was fast approaching orgasm as her hips rotated against the movement of Jill's finger on her clit.

With an effort the woman pulled back away from Jill's hand, Jill was disappointed, never having stimulated another woman before. The hands released her breasts, moving slowly downwards, stopping at her thighs. Then the fingers started to lift her skirt! Jill looked around in a panic, surely someone must realise that she was practically being raped on the dance floor? No-one was watching her.

Jill felt the sides of her skirt rising until the fabric was high enough to allow the fingers to slip underneath and Jill felt the warm touch of the fingers on her bare skin.

The woman's hands slid under Jill's skirt until they once again touched the band of her panties, she felt two fingers under the elastic and slowly begin to pull downward. What could she do? Jill was so aroused that she knew if she were to be touched on her pussy lips or any form of penetration, she would explode into orgasm.

Her panties were slowly being drawn down her thighs, she felt numb with arousal, suddenly they pulled out from between her thighs and she felt the fabric, warm and wet from where her slippery juices had escaped from between her tight inner lips, leave a teasing trail down her inner thighs......then she was naked under her skirt. Her panties were at her feet and she kicked them away across the floor into the crowd.

Could no-one see what was happening?

Her skirt was very translucent, the thin strip of pubic hair above her clit must have been visible through the material as she moved. Jill watched the faced of the people dancing around her - no-one acknowledged her presence..... except the woman behind her.

Jill began wondering if the woman behind her was as aroused as she herself was, just then someone suddenly grabbed her by the hand and literally dragged her off the dance floor. For the first time Jill now got a glimpse of the woman as she followed her, led by the hand. Her hair was long and pitch black, she was slightly shorter than Jill with a slim, sexy figure. It was obvious to Jill that she wore a g-string under her thin skirt because she could see the cheeks of the woman's buttocks moving provocatively as she hurried ahead of Jill.

Everything around Jill became a blur, she found herself sexually attracted to this faceless stranger in front of her, the smell of her, the feel of her hand in Jill's made her heart race and she could feel the warm wetness from within her vagina spreading outwards as her juices escaped from within her to wet her outer lips and clitoris as she walked. Jill's nipples rubbed against the fabric of her shirt as they bounced slightly in time to her hurried pace, they were swollen and hard and the area around her nipples had become puffy and sensitive, longing for a warm, wet mouth to suck and tease them. Jill knew that a mouth around her nipples at that moment would have sent her into an explosive orgasm which would have spread from her breasts downwards into her vagina, she felt her inner muscles contract at the thought and realised that she was fast approaching orgasm without any direct stimulation.

Then they were outside in the car park, the woman was steering Jill towards a dimly lit area towards the back. As they walked the woman turned slightly towards Jill and she noticed that she had fine features and looking downward she noticed that the woman was also braless as her large, firm breasts teased Jill through her thin shirt, the nipples protruding proudly outward, fully aroused, Jill wondered what she tasted like.

They stopped under a large tree and the woman again moved to position herself behind Jill. She felt hands on her shoulders, caressing, moving down her arms to her hands, guiding her to reach out and place her hands on the tree trunk in front of her. Jill was now standing bent slightly forward with her hands on the tree to steady her with the woman still positioned behind her. Jill felt a foot between hers, slight pressure forcing her to spread her feet and thus parting her thighs. Her skirt moved in the gentle breeze that blew up under it, Jill felt it caress her pussy, gently touching the wet outer lips of her vagina in a way that made her wish it were a hand instead.

Hands slowly lifted her skirt until she was completely exposed, she arched her back to further spread her thighs and buttocks and thus fully expose her vagina to this complete stranger. Long finger nails were gently caressing her buttocks from the small of her back down to her wide spread thighs and back up again, each time the fingers entered deeper into the open crevice, teasing. Jill pressed backward with her hips in an attempt to allow the fingers full access to her openings, wanting the woman to penetrate her, to allow her the orgasm which she craved.

She could feel the breeze tickle her exposed anus and lower down her swollen vulva, she could not take this any more, the teasing was driving Jill wild. Her breasts heaved up and down in time to her heavy breathing and then stopped as Jill held her breath, the woman kneeled down behind Jill, placed her hands on Jill's buttocks and parted them, fully exposing Jill's anus and vagina. Jill then felt her hot breath as she came forward and placed her mouth over Jill's slightly parted outer lips. Jill gasped, the woman gently kissed the soft shaven flesh around her most secret entrance. She felt the woman's tongue gently probing, searching for the place between Jill's inner lips that would provide access to her opening and allow her tongue to penetrate deep into the tight, pink, wet, vulva. Jill spread her legs further apart and again pressed back with her hips, opening her thighs to allow the woman full access into her vulva, Jill felt the woman's tongue find the opening and gently circle the swollen flesh around the entrance before entering her. Jill sighed, her vulva contracted around the warm wet intrusion, holding it, feeling it tease the soft inner folds of her entrance.

Jill felt a new flood of warm juices as the woman reached beneath her with her one hand and cupped the mound of her pussy, gently probing with her one finger to find the sensitive shaft of Jill's erect clitoris, stimulating it by wetting the tip of her finger with Jill's juices and circling the tip of Jill's clit with the slippery tip of her finger. Jill moaned and forced her vagina harder against the woman's mouth. The woman responded by circling Jill's clit faster and harder with her finger and by pushing her tongue as far up Jill's vagina as she could. Jill felt her orgasm from deep inside her, her inner muscles convulsed on the soft, warm tongue inside her and she felt a flood of warm, slippery wetness escape from her vagina and trickle down her thighs.

Jill could not move, the woman was gently kissing her vagina as Jill's orgasm slowly faded, leaving her breathing heavily. Jill had hardly regained her senses when she realised that she was still fully aroused, her need to cum again was so great that she could physically feel her vagina opening again as if waiting to be entered again.

There was movement behind her and she felt hands on her buttocks, bigger, courser hands, a man's hands. Again Jill felt movement as the man positioned himself behind her and she felt something warm touch her inner thighs, it slowly moved upwards until it touched the outer lips of her open vagina. Jill realised that the man had placed his erect penis between her thighs, inserting it against her vagina and he was now pressing forward until she felt his pubic hairs between her buttocks, erotically tickling her anus. The shaft of his penis was pressed against the length of her vagina with the swollen head gently rubbing against the exposed tip of her clitoris. Jill wanted more. She reached down between her thighs and with her fingers she found the soft bag that hung below the thick, hard shaft of the man’s penis. Jill gently massaged the balls that she felt inside the bag, gently tugging on them as if to pull the man closer. Jill laid her hand along the length of the shaft with the head of the shaft in the palm of her hand, she teasingly stroked along the full length, exploring his manhood.

He was circumcised, not very long but the head and shaft were thick, as Jill stroked the underside of the head she felt his penis jerk upwards against her vagina. Jill again laid her hand along the length of the shaft and pressed upwards, forcing the hard shaft against her outer lips. The combined pressure and the slippery wetness of Jill's vagina caused the outer lips to part, allowing the shaft of the penis entry. Jill felt her clit responding to the firm pressure of the tip of the head and she slowly moved her hips forward and back causing the inner lips of her vagina to part as well, allowing full contact of the warm erection against her inner vagina and clitoris. Jill could feel the entrance to her vulva touching his penis at the base and she longed for penetration.

Suddenly the man stood back, removing his penis from its position between the lips of her vagina. The woman took her hands again and led her on unsteady legs to a soft piece of lawn under the tree. The woman showed Jill to lie on her back, which she did. The woman then knelt with her knees on either side of Jill's head. She placed her hands, one on each, onto Jill's breasts and gently massaged the firm mounds. Jill closed her eyes, enjoying every moment. She felt her skirt being lifted again and assumed that the man was still there. Hands gently parted her legs, spreading her thighs and exposing her burning vagina. The woman slowly unbuttoned Jill's shirt, opening the front to expose her breasts. Jill's nipples reacted immediately by standing erect. The woman must have noticed this because she leaned forward over Jill and placed her warm wet mouth over Jill's left nipple.

Jill let out a deep groan, she could feel her vagina responding to the stimulation that her nipple was receiving and she tried to press against the mouth that was giving her so much pleasure. The woman responded by placing her one hand on Jill's other breast and pressing downward to hold Jill still. Hands were lifting her knees upwards and outwards, fully exposing her vagina, the hands held her legs aloft and she felt movement between her widespread thighs. Jill felt something at the open entrance to her vulva, she felt fingers gently parting her lips, stretching open the tight, wet hole in her vagina and she felt something hard and warm pressed against the opening. Jill knew that the man was getting ready to insert his swollen penis up into her and she lifted her knees higher.

Jill felt the moment that he entered her, she felt her vulva stretch open to fit the thickness of the head and she felt her vulva close over the head and firmly grip the shaft. The man then began to slowly insert the rest of his shaft into Jill. The woman's mouth on her nipple was driving Jill mad and now the sensation of the mans thick penis being pushed up into her was almost too much. Jill reached with her hands above her, under the body of the woman who was alternately sucking her nipples, to between her legs. Jill explored with her hands, over the woman's thighs and between her legs.

Because she was kneeling the area between her thighs was exposed but Jill gently prized the woman's thighs further apart, and she obliged by spreading her legs as far as she could. Jill continued gently exploring with her fingers down between the parted thighs until she felt the soft sensation of pubic hair, the woman probably removed her panties earlier, Jill could hardly contain her excitement. By now the man had fully entered her and was now slowly sliding his penis in and out of her tight vulva. The woman's vagina was completely open to Jill's fingers, Jill had never felt another woman's aroused vagina before and the sensation was completely new to her. She found the clitoris to be swollen and fully erect, standing out from between the outer lips like a miniature penis. Jill took the clit between her forefinger and thumb and gently stroked back and forth along the erect shaft. The woman began to moan and press her pussy against Jill's stimulating fingers.

By now Jill was on the verge of cumming. The friction of the man's penis deep inside her vagina was something she could no longer ignore. Now and then the man would retract his penis completely from inside Jill and then thrust forward to insert it fully inside her. She felt every ridge on the shaft of his penis as it was thrust in and out of her soft vagina.

Jill felt the familiar heat as her vagina tightened around the shaft as she neared orgasm. The woman too was close, she was thrusting her hips back and forth in an attempt to get Jill to stimulate her clitoris harder and faster. Jill took her other hand and placed her fingers further back along the wonderfully aroused vagina in her hand. She gently rubbed the tip of her middle finger along the length of the vagina from the clit to the fully exposed anus. This drove the woman wild. Jill increased the pressure on her finger and felt the wet lips part and her finger enter between the outer lips of the woman's pussy. Jill continued deeper, pressing her finger further along until she found the hot, wet entrance to the vulva.

Without hesitation she pressed her finger to the entrance and she felt the slight resistance give way and her finger penetrated the woman's vulva. As she felt the tightness of the woman's inner vagina Jill began to orgasm, she lifted her knees as high as possible, the man knew she was cumming and thrust into her hard and kept still. Jill rubbed the woman's clitoris faster and inserted her finger up into he vulva as deep as she could and the woman began to orgasm. Her inner muscles gripped Jill's finger tightly and she began to whimper, Jill felt waves of pleasure washing over her and she passed out for a second or two.
The first thing she realised when she came to was that she was horny, it was as if she could not get enough sex. Looking up she saw the man lying on his back with the woman squatting over his head, she assumed by her sighs of pleasure that his tongue his deep inside her. Jill noticed that the man's erection was pointing straight up at the sky, getting up on all fours Jill went over to where she could examine his erection more closely. Taking the shaft in her hand she began stroking up and down the full length, allowing the head to pass through her fingers. The shaft became fully erect and she felt the wet slippery sensation on the tip of his penis as a small amount of semen escaped, indicating that he was ready to cum.

Jill turned, lifted her one leg over the man and placed her knee on the other side of the man. She was now sitting astride the man's hips facing his feet with his erection probing stiffly against her aroused vagina. Lifting her one leg, she again took the man's penis in her hand and placed the tip at the open entrance to her vulva, she circled the tight hole a number of time to ensure that the head was well lubricated. Jill then slowly sat down on the erect shaft, impaling herself on the man, feeling him slip slowly up inside her until she felt his balls touch the exposed tip of her clitoris.

Jill then lowered her leg and bent forward to ensure the best angle for penetration, to allow the full length of the penis to slide in and out of her as she slowly began to lift and lower herself over the thick shaft. Jill felt a hand on her buttocks, the woman had reached back and was gently feeling her way over Jill's buttocks, down to her exposed anus and further to where the shaft of the man's penis was inserted deeply up inside her vagina. Jill felt her fingers gently part the outer lips, holding the entrance open to be fully penetrated. Jill had never experienced anything like this before and she thrust the shaft deep into her hole. She kept the penis fully inserted and began to trust her hips back and forth, rubbing her clitoris against the hard resistance of the man's balls. Jill could feel that the man was almost there and she thrust harder, the woman began stroking Jill' vagina at a fast rate. Jill felt the head of the man's shaft deep inside her begin to swell even more and she knew he was cumming. She felt the first spurt of semen deep inside her and she came. The man continued shooting load after load of sperm into her and she held him tightly inside her, her orgasm went on and on as the woman continued stimulating her vulva while the man ejaculated deep inside her. Then she passed out again...

When she woke she was in bed, the sun was coming up and the birds were waking.

Wow, a wet dream of note!

Jill put her hand down between her thighs, she was wet and as she probed with her fingers she found that she was tender as if she had been penetrated, that was not possible, she had been at home in bed. She withdrew her hand from between her legs and looked at her fingers, there were traces of semen. The dream, surely?

She turned her hand and on the back was the mark left from a rubber stamp. The type that shows you paid to enter...it was a crescent moon!

 

An erotic pole dancer's special surprise---Chapter 3

skylineridera31 on Sex Stories

                                        Angie’s Surprise  ---  Chapter 3

 

                                          Where are my pants Angie?

 

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ace="Times New Roman" size="3">After Angie asked me to stay at her place for the night how could I refuse?  No guy could have refused a request to stay from a woman as hot as Angie. Besides, I had just about reached the point of being so tired that I was a danger to myself if I left her place and attempted to drive home.

 

We got back to Angie’s place in the early morning hours; both of us completely exhausted.  I think I remembered cuddling up to her and snuggling in bed, whispering sweet nothings without any intimate interaction. Maybe there was the desire somewhere up in the head on my shoulders but my body and my little head between my legs didn’t respond to what we had anticipated. Really what a bummer!  I thought to myself as I laid there in the darkness of her bed room “What the fuck am I doing here?  If this is all there is, I want my own bed and pillows!”  Sleep must have quickly crept up on me and led me to the land of nod!

 

Suddenly there was the bright light of morning streaming in through the bedroom window. I awoke…. startled ….. trying to figure out where I was….. Ohhh hells bells …I’m nude!! Where the hell are my pants?.  Mother of mercy, where the hell am I? Where the hell are the rest of my clothes!!!????   It’s the shits when you wake up like that in a strange place….. Then there’s that scary question that jumps into your head …. Who is here with me????  Ooohhhhh fuck ..she had better not be another coyote ugly !!!!!

 

It’s been like that more often than not lately. I got to get myself straightened out and get a steady live in woman again.  All the thoughts took a fraction of a second to rush through my head….. but more than enough time for my heart rate to jump into over load thumping.

 

I quickly took a deep breath followed by a deep sigh ….I remember now …..Angie…Angie… Angie. I began to calm down… a little.  Another deep sigh is needed!  Ooooohh, but what happened to that chick at the bar with that ass that had a figure 8 Swiss movement. How the hell can a woman do that? A guy can’t…….I don’t think… I can’t…...hmmmmm.

 

I thought I could hear someone cooking in the kitchen. I got up and quietly looked through the crack in the slightly opened door to assess the situation! I needed to see who was out there cooking.  I had enough of those rough nights on the town where I awoke in the morning in a bed room that I did not recognize ……lost as to where I was and how I got there. It’s the shits and very embarrassing to have to have to ask “What’s your name again?” after you try to at first remember who she is and then fake it for a while trying to see her name somewhere in the apartment you are sitting in when there is really no hope of a recall.

 

Ahhh , I remember Angie! Yup….. even if I couldn’t catch a glimpse of her face, I could see her body outline through the light cloth bathrobe she was wearing and I could recognize her scrumptious ass and the magnificent set of tits. That’s her alright!

 

 When I walked into the kitchen she laughed and said “Aren’t we the domesticated couple! We might as well be married …went to bed and got up with no sex … I’m cooking breakfast with no makeup and my hair is wrapped in a towel”.

 

I played along by giving her a hug and a slap on her delicious ass. I could feel the cheeks of her ass jiggle just a bit to the slap. My cock started to rise for some action instinctively. That a boy …time to get up!   She looked back over her shoulder while smiling as I hugged her from behind. Angie pressed her ass back against me as she rubbed it from side to side.   I pressed my semi–hard cock against her ass asking “Are you busy?” She knew what I was thinking….  but then she actually shut me down.

 

 Good grief!  I was told to sit down …it’s time for our breakfast. Yup, she was right… just like being married!!!

 

Maybe finding a few coyote uglies mixed in with a few regulars in the morning ain’t too bad after all. A coyote ugly doesn’t turn you down in the morning!!! Nope!!!! Never!!  And they can be very appreciative too.

 

 I could not get her big clit out of my mind in my few waking moments. It dominated my thoughts … a vague image of her clit was on my mind since I had only seen and felt it in the moon light.

 

She mentioned that she didn’t have anything to do that day as we ate. I thought to myself … well how about a little bit of sexual exercise to start off the day? How about a quickie if nothing else? We could start the day off right! But nooooo, that is not what she had in mind!

 

I rather enjoy these little morning talk secessions with no sex in morning after a  romp around town at night with a woman. Yup, it always reminds me of what marriage could be like after a little while with the wrong woman.  But then again ….. is there a right one out there for the long term commitment? Yes it is these refreshing early morning talks that cements my resolve to stay single.

 

I took her comments as too not having anything to do for the day as a lead in for me to come up with some suggestions far removed from sex. I asked her what she liked to do for excitement and fun. I mentioned going to the beach, swimming, boating, fishing, tennis, scuba diving or motorcycles. She picked going on the motorcycles …. she had never really rode on a bike.

 

 I mentioned my motorcycles were in my storage bay and we would have to go and get one. I already was having devious thoughts about driving into some secluded spot in the wilds for a little bit of fun and games!

 

She began to brush her long hair as I at first just watched. Then I simply took her brush and said “Let me do that.” She just looked at me and smiled as I began. She was surprised that I would ask to do that.  Actually it was a self serving gesture… yup… a first step of the day in my attempts to seduce her again.

 

She tilted her head back and rocked with my brush strokes. It appeared to be very pleasurable to Angie …she seemed to go to another place in her thoughts as I brushed. My brushing of a woman’s hair always produced the same effect …. they drifted off to another place and time before coming back after a while. I loved watching a woman drift off. I loved touching their hair… just combing slowly.  Hell, it was always seemed to result in a self induced seduction anyway.

 

When I finished, she was quiet. She leaned back against me, turned and hugged me tightly. I mentioned that it’s time to go get the motorcycle!  She looked into my eyes and uttered that reoccurring statement ….“You are the best silly goose I know.” I responded with a smile and she was delighted when I joked about her being a good wife again.

 

 She put on another of her cut off tops that displayed the bottom portions of her tits and a pair of hot pants that displayed the edges of her well formed ass. The shorts were also so tight that they splayed the lips of her camel toed pussy and slipped into the separation of that delectable muffin.  I suggested alternative clothing for riding and she opted to bring along a change of warmer clothes if she needed them. We packed a small cooler with drinks and food and we were off to get one of my motorcycles.

 

She picked my Suzuki 1100SE out of the motorcycles in my storage bay. She liked my red Suzuki over my black Harley Hog. Good grief what a way to pick a bike! I’m sorry Hog lovers … she’s a woman! What can I say? She is looking to ride a bike and I’m looking to ride her! Do we need to discuss this subject any further?????

 

 I could see that we were going to have a little problem carrying some of our goodies on the motorcycle. There weren’t any large saddle bags on this bike like I had on my Harley Davidson motorcycle.

 

I retrieved a back pack that was in my truck and started to fit it to Angie. She mildly complained on why she had to wear it and not me. Without saying a word, I put on the back pack, looked down at Angie’s big tits and mounted the bike. I motioned for her to get on behind me. As she climbed on behind me, the only reply I heard was “Oooh.” Her big tits were squashed against the back pack and she was uncomfortable. She was smiling as we dismounted and I strapped the back pack and two blankets to the handle bars and back of the seat instead.

 

There it was again….. the one thought that was always in my mind…the one thing that a woman had taught me in life…..Don’t argue with a woman to get them to do what you want when they think they are right and you are wrong …. even when you are the one that is right!  It’s like trying to round up and herd cats ….an impossible task! 

 

We left for the mountains and some winding roads. Angie quickly got the feeling of the wind in her hair even though she had never really ridden before. She at first held on to me real tight for a time, and then she began to relax and enjoy herself. With increasing confidence, she began to get into the fun of riding while kissing my neck and nibbling on my ears as I continued to flick her off my ear like a bothersome bug. I must have mentioned at some point during the night before at the bar what nibbling on my ears does to me! I melt down and am very vulnerable to anything…any thing!

 

 About midday we rounded a bend in the road and I could see a motorcycle a ways ahead. The couple on the Yamaha motorcycle were not going very fast and we quickly over took them. As we got closer, they began driving a little erratically and I instinctively moved over to the opposite lane to pass safely. I glanced at them quickly and lowered my outstretch hand in a biker’s sign of acknowledgement.  The guy smiled and extended his hand in recognition.  Angie leaned forward just after passing and chuckled as she said in my ear “That girl had her hands down in his pants before that guy waved.  She was jerking him off!” I looked back over my shoulder at Angie and she loudly proclaimed “I’m serious .,… she was playing with him!”

 

A few minutes later she leaned forward and asked “Have you ever been jerked off on a motorcycle?” I answered no. I sensed that there was going to be a change in the direction of where this conversation was destined to go. Angie was now rubbing my crotch as she said “It’s near lunch time … let’s find a place where we can find someone to eat.” She was giggling in my ear and I knew that I had heard what she had said correctly.

 

Shortly, we came to a dirt road that led into the woodlands. It passed through the farmer’s field and was obviously not frequently used. We found a grove of trees that was completely shaded. I drove into the grove and away from the dirt road that had turned into a dirt path. We were safely out of harms way.

 

 She spread one of my blankets out as I got the goodies. I heard Angie say its hot today and I turned to see her cut off top being removed with a big smile. I swallowed as I felt a surge of tingling at the sight but recovered projecting everything was just normal. Her tanned boobs with the white triangles that had not been fully tanned were beautiful to see …. the smooth tan nipples with the projecting nubs adding to the scenery of the area.

 

I began to spread out our picnic lunch. She did every thing to get me to say something or react to her display of big bare boobs. She was a sensual tease and I was having a hard time not to look at her scrumptious boobs and nipples. She knew she would win but I was determined to not give in …well for at least a minute. I was determined to be the seducer …not her….  What a joke…... I had already lost the war!

 

I spread the second heavy woolen army blanket out that I used at the beach. Angie asked “What’s that for?” with a seductive smile. She knew what it was for.  She laughed as she turned to crawl away but I tackled her and rolled her on to the heavy blanket laughing and ‘fighting’ if that’s what you could call it. She laughed saying that she would like to have dessert after our picnic.

 

With one quick undoing of a button and her zipper, I pulled her shorts and bikini panties down to her knees. She continued to laugh and ‘fight’ while lifting her hips and legs to ease the removal of her shorts. Angie smiled while wiggling and said quietly “I’ve changed my mind …. I surrender.”

 

 I stripped down and went down to be next to her side as she was saying “Come here my silly goose. I’ve been horny for you all morning and you have been teasing me.”

           

What I thought was going to be a torrid encounter of frolicking in the wilds turned out to be a passionate and a few tender moments in time. I loved it as I kissed her nipples and she ran her fingers through my hair. She whispered little tidbits to me as she nibbled on my ears. I now knew that I had made a mistake last night to let her know what my weakness was. Finding her weak spots was easy … they were everywhere. Here I thought that she was going to seduce me by trying everything. In fact she was seduced before I was ready to play. She went to a spread eagle, wide open position as a playful suggestion of willingness but in reality she was geared up to be taken. She was displaying all the signs of being very excited as she sighed “Please.”

 

I longed for a close up look at the extraordinary delicious clit in the daylight. I slid down and closed in on her lovely camel toe pussy . The slit separating the lips showed signs of wetness as I closed in. Queasiness spread quickly through my belly and chest area. Oh what a feeling!! What an overwhelming feeling of anticipation to see what was so new and hidden from me.  She drew her knees up and spread her legs wide to allow me a good view. I could not contain my anxiety to once again kiss and suck what was hidden from my view … only a few more seconds!!! I gently and slowly began to spread her lips savoring what I was going to see when she said “Let me help  …. I know what you want to look at!”

 

Her fingers spread the protective lips far apart to expose all her wet pinkness from top to bottom. A breath taking view for me. Her large nub was already visible and protruding … pink ….hard … stiff and waiting for just me. Good grief it was huge, at least within my limited experience.  I lowered my face ever so slowly … the nub seeming to be growing bigger and bigger the closer I got to it. I was now there …. letting it slide between my lips … exploring its size with my tongue …. running my tongue around and around and over …. lingering every now and then to lightly flick her clit with my tongue. Most clits that I could caress with my tongue were delectable to kiss and caress with my tongue.  Angie’s was large enough to actually suck on like a little cock. Maybe that’s a little bit of an exaggeration but very close to being the truth. 

 

 Angie sighed to my explorations “Ohhhh  .... you sure do know how to make me feel good! Please don’t tease me too long …I need you to make love to me today … like now. We can play longer the next time.”

Grasping her legs behind her knees, she pulled her legs high into the air while whispering “Please”. Pulling her legs into so high a position pivoted her hips such that her pussy came up and into a more exposed position. Smiling, she spread her legs into a wide open “V” position.  I really wanted to explore her pinkness longer … but she was wanting and lingering may have ruined the moment for her …..and me.

 

Whispering “Isn’t that better honey?” wasn’t needed …. the battle was lost ….I surrendered. I felt that I had put up a valiant effort though before giving in. I had held out ….I had shown her my resolve to not be seduced easily. I had held out to her seductive whimpering for at least a half a minute.  

 

 I crawled over her and supported my self as she helped me find the right place to enter her love box. She continued to smile without speaking any words. Her eyes were fixed on mine as I felt her rubbing ….. now wetting the head of my cock for easy entrance. We both looked at my cock with its head hiding in that delectable camel toed puffy lipped pussy. She removed her hand and we both watched as I settled down as Angie lifted her hips pushing strongly to engulf all she sought after.  As I penetrated Angie, she proceeded to roll her head backwards while she inhaled with a long low hissing sound between her teeth and her bottom lip. I went in slowly. I wanted to feel every little contour of her love tunnel with the head of my cock if possible.

 

  She lowered her legs, flexing her legs and keeping her knees up in the air. I was surprised at her softness and gentleness to our mutual movements. Her soft murmuring and slow movements to my penetration strongly elevated my exhilaration to want to please her. She was obviously very wanting……. and now …. so was I. She knew she was very wet as she whispered in my ear “Listen, you can tell I like what you are doing to me.”

 

 We moved together with the same tempo. The sounds of her wetness as I slowly stroked was very apparent in the quietness of the grove. Within a short time period she whispered “You have blue eyes just like mine. And you know what else”

 

 I choked out a  “What” with a very dry mouth. 

 

“I have something for you” as Angie began to trust her hips and pussy strongly against me. She began to turn her head from side to side sighing out a continuous “Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh to every stroke before moaning and calling out “Ohhhhh  I’m close, ... come with me please.”

 

 She pumped a few more times and lifted her hips calling out to me “Please ohh please, do it now silly goose. Please!”

 

 I was so excited and hot I began to thrust fast and deep and came quickly, before she ever expected me to cum….. before I wanted to cum. She sensed my keyed up state … felt my spurts deep… so deep inside her as I now moaned in the joy of my climax. She also came explosively, wrapping her arms about me and kissing me over my face and neck.

 

We were now smiling at each other and I kissed her nose again as we came down from our mutual high. We both knew what had just happened was a good ending to some tender love making.

 

 I looked at her nipples and they were standing erect and were hard to the touch when I placed my finger to the tip. She recoiled to my touch … she was done and so was I.  I felt myself slide out and I rolled off of her and to her side.  She rolled on to her side and looked at me and softly whispered  “You know, I think making love before eating is much better than later!”

 

We laid on our backs for a while, nude in the shade of the trees and exposed to the cool breezes and the bugs. I asked her why she calls me a silly goose. Angie said it was just an exclamation of her mother’s and for some reason it just stuck with her. I felt her hand seeking mine. She said that this was a neat place and she would like to come back here again. Her face appeared over mine blocking my view as I was looking up at the trees.

 

 “Are you going to bring me here again some day?” I understood the implication of the question.

 

 “I’ll bring you here and any other place that you would like, if you want me too.”  Angie looked into one eye and then the other and then my lips and slowly lowered herself to kiss me. She then placed her head on my chest and said quietly,

 

 I want you to be my silly goose … just mine …. all alone, if you would like me  to be your one and only.”

 

“Sounds like something that could be easily arranged.” was the only comment that came to my mind. I thought to myself …. she only knows me two days and she wants me to be her one and only man!    She must be as crazy as me!

 

With a little giggle, she started to get herself ‘respectable’ and put on a little ‘bit’ of clothing while I got dressed. We then sat very close to each other sharing our lunch … seeming to be very in touch with each other emotionally … the lunch really tasting especially good after our romp in the cool shade of the canopy of trees.

 

I sat with my back to a tree with Angie snuggled in close to me… her head on my lap. I was caressing her head and running my fingers through her hair… her eyes were closed and there was an affectionate smile on her face. She was in seventh heaven.

 

I now sensed some feelings in me. In my chest and belly … crazy thoughts were streaming through my mind about how wonderful a woman she could be to know. I needed to grab hold of my thoughts… I had been here before … too many times before. I had to say to myself “Stop ….stop….STOP for gods sake!!! You always do this to yourself.”

 

Yup I’m a sucker to fall in love. I’m an easy mark. I hump a woman a couple of times and I convince myself this is the one for me this time. Yup I’m a fool. I need to think….. I need to take a breather …. I need  to give a relationship more time to develop… I need to get to know a woman before jumping in like always. I’m so weak ..so wanting of this woman…..well any woman.   Damn she is beautiful with great all natural tits and then there is this special little …. noooo big hidden nub.  She is just laying here quiet next to me. She had no idea of my interior turmoil --  no idea.

 

Now I feel much better. I’ve convinced myself that I’ve jumped into these previous relationships without much thinking in the past. I need to give this relationship time to fully develop and bear fruit.  Yes … I will give it time… I’ve promised myself. I’m disciplined this time.  No just jumping into a firm relationship without some serious thinking. I'll definately wait and see how things play out.

 

Yup, I’ll wait until sundown on this beautiful day to fall in love!!!

 

what a class

lostthoughts5 on Sex Stories

I have never written or had an adventure that was worth writing before. As a director at a large hospital I work lots of hours. With my husbeen on night shift at his job our lovelife was a second consideration i guess.

     As always the company was sending me to class for new updates. A weekend seminar of directors and administrators. On the second day of class i was paired with a administrator from a southern facilty. She was Slightly older then me, but still in good shape. Linda was a attractive brunette, about 5 foot 6, well figured and attractive. Myself i am 5 foot 8, brunette, shaply (With what my husbeen call a upside down heart shaped firm ass), small but supple "B" breast.

     At that end of class that day we were

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asigned different parts of the regulations updates to present the next day as a team.Linda suggested we get dinner then go to her suite to prepare. At dinner we chatted and she was another victem of work divorce. Her Kids we're grown so her life was work. We joked about our staff being our mistresses. During dinner we had shared a bottle of wine and as the meal ended it was time for work.I pardoned myselfto my room to put on "comfies". So i grabbed a quick shower and threw on sweats to be more comfortable. When i got to Linda's suite she had showered and was wearing a robe. She had ordered another bottle of wine.

     We worked for about three hours and had pretty much beat the subject to death. Linda said "Enough" and grabbed the TV remote as she surfed the channels I suggested one more bottle of wine and she agreed. after about a half hour of channel changing she stubbled on in house "Porn".

    She giggled and smiled "Oh god, I haven't watched any porn since college". I devulged that I used it sometime to set the mood for my husband. "Shit i can't remember the last time I had to set the mood for anyone" She Laughed. I Guess the wine had me feeling pretty good cause I said "Hell the last time I got laid was over a year ago".

    Things got quiet as we sat and watched after about fifteen minutes i relized that i was getting pretty wet and  the fact i didn't have panties on my sweats were getting wet. Don't get me wrong i had though about other women at time but had never been with one. As i feel my face blush I all the sudden became aware that Linda was busy pleasing herself. I Guess i was staring when linda Brought me back to the present as i relized she was smiling at me.

     Without another word she took her fingers away from her own pussy and licked them, then gently touched the side of my face and led me into a kiss that sent shockwaves of passion straight to my pussy. I guess the wine toke away my inhabitions as we embraced in a flood of kisses her hands were under my sweat top carressing and pinching my now rock hard nipples. After what seened like forever but i am sure was only seconds she pulle my top over my head and threw it to the floor. As she suckled my nipples i was already having small eruptions of cum shooting out of me all over my thights. I had never carrested another womans breast but my hand wear alive with the excitement of linda Firm C cups with quarter size nipples. As i pushed her back i couldn't believe how much i wanted to taste her breast and so much more.

   As I suckled and flicked her nipples linda slid her hand down acrossed my stomach and under the waistband of my sweat pants that were now soaked with my own juices. She slid her fingers across the wettnes and my lips opened begging for more. She had bearly touched my clit as the most powerful orgasm i had ever felt threw me into a seizure of thrashing. I could not believe my own words as I practly sreamed. "Eat Me, Fuck me Pleeeease,OOOHHH Shit". Linda waisted no time pulling my sweatpants off and throwing then accross the room. As she fingered my clit her tounge started to explore me and I started thrashing as wave after wave of orgasm threw me around that heavenly bed. I must have orgasmed twenty times as she fingered and licked me. after about a hour. i started to regain myself and was not to be out done.

     I pushed linda almost throwning her on to her back and with a hunger i was on her sweat wet pussy sucking and nibbling her clit,sucking it hard and deap in my mouth.My fingers first one then two were thrusting at her  till she was screaming first in passion then for mercy, but i was determind to make her as spent as i was and followed her even as she clawled off the bed to the floor. After we were both carpet burnt and spent we laid there kissing and carressing.

     As we laid There Linda said "Oh my god i have never done that with another woman". I comfided that it was a first for me also. after awhile we showered together and that led to another encounter.

    We enjoied each onther till the alarm clock reminded us we had to go back to reality. Even Now as I write I find Myself masterbating to the though of that night. With a though that I will meet Linda at anouther Class next year.

Best Of My Life!

prizeureyes on Sex Stories

One Boring, rainy evening the door bell rings. Its katie, a friend from school who i havent seen for ages. All the time we were at school together she was always flirty with me, grabbing my cock under the desk, and jerkin me off while the teacher is talkin. "sorry for just droppin by" she said, teary eyed. I invited her in. she was soaking wet and you could see her sexy underwear through her wet white t shirt. she came in and i opened a bottle of wine and she let everything out, sobbing, how she had just split up with her long term boyfriend.

after finishing of the bottle of wine i went to console her with a hug. she was stil soakin wet from the rain. "im still soaked do you mind" she said after removing her top revealing her amazin 34c breasts. then

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to my suprise she also pulled off her trousers, so now she was sittin on my sofa inj her skimpi underwear. then she she said "i think i need a bit more warmin up" she moved closer to me again huggin me. she then pulled away, our eyes met she leaned in a kissed me ever so passionatly.

"Im so sorry, i dont know what came over me" She said. she looked down at her clothes scrambling to try and pick them up. i stopped her, put my hands round her waist and kissed her back. her mouth opened and our toungs met her hand was resting over my crotch, i started to get harder and harder and i knew she could feel it.

 soon without any hesitation her hand was down my trousers and boxers fondling with my penis and then curessing my balls. she stopped kissin me to concentrate on pulling off my trousers. eventually she got off my trousers and boxers and there at full atention was my 7inch penis rite infront of her. she started jerkin it up and down gettin faster and faster and then sunddenly stopped. she then got her self comfortable and positioned her head over my penis and started sucking me off. she was going gentley and i was close to cumin. she got faster and faster till i came in her mouth and all over her face.

"now its ur turn" i said. i slipped of her underwear and unclapsed her bra. and her beautiful body took me breath away. then i stuck two fingers in her pussy and started probbing her soaking wetg pussy while rubbing her clit with my thumb. she moaned louder and louder. i stopped just before she climaxed and the positioned my face in front of her gorgeous shaven pussy and sucked and tickled her clit with my toungue. she shuddered. i knew she was close to climax. she then came and her sweet tasting pussy juices gushed into my mouth. it took her a couple of minutes to get her breathe back.

 I got up and took her by the hand and went to my room. i layed her on the bed and havered my body over her. i stuck my penis gently iside her tryin not to hurt her then started to increse my speed she moaned louder than she had before. this really turned me one. i came 3 times in the whole time of bonning her silly. i pulled out and got her to get and all 4s. i licked her bumwhole to lube it up and then stuck three fingers up there to lossen it, she knew what she waqs in for. "Please stick it up there baby please i want it, i want your cock in my arse whole" i didnt need askin twice. i position it over her whole then slowlly got my end away. she screamed. she licked it. in it went and i came and came agen inside her asswhole. she couldnt stop moaning. she loved it.

 after hours of amazin sex i wispered in her ear " i guess your stayin here tonight"

The Lesson

hrf1990 on Sex Stories

 

It was a typical year 11 English lesson. Another day of me sat in my chair, watching the clock waiting for the lunch time bell. It was 12:40. We had five more minutes and I could get my ham and cheese salad from the cafeteria. I was so frustrated when the teacher said that we would not be leaving on time because one more person had to do their speaking and listening in front of the class.

 'Great' I thought to myself, 'another boring lecture about how the Sims has changed Becky’s life, or matt talking about how when we was prime minister the world would be a better place.'

 "Lola, we will hear from you for a

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change, I don’t believe you have done any of your S&Ls yet this term."

I didn’t even bother waiting for her to get to the front of the class; I just rested my head on the table and began to drift off... There is a reason Lola has never doe a speaking and listening exam, SHES A NERD! What can she possibly talk about apart from school work? I had been in the school school for two years, never had I seen the girl outside a classroom and never had I heard her speak.

“I would like to talk to you all today about one of my pets”

My eyes sprung open... that voice was like none other I had ever heard, she sounded like an angel. I sat up and, for the first time, actually looked at the woman behind the brains.

Her eyes were the clearest blue, like the sky on the clearest summer’s day. Her hair shined dark red, as if her hair was a burning fire. As it was summer she was wearing a white shirt with the top three buttons undone, showing the greatest cleavage I had ever seen, and her 34Ds desperate to escape their polyester prison. she was petite, only measuring in at 4"11, which with her curvy body made her look so incredibly sexy, her 17 year old body looked so perfect I had to have it!!

"My pet is unusual you see, it’s not a dog, or a cat, or a bird... it’s a boa constrictor"

I was slightly worried at the thought of that, mainly because I knew nothing about snakes and presumed it was poisonous. she spoke for about five minutes explaining exactly what it ate, how often it would shed, how bit it was and how big it would get, she was so fascinating to listen to. When she was finished the teacher asked if anybody had any questions they would like to ask her.

I stood up

I began asking all the questions I could think of, how often did she play with it? Can you train them? What does it do? How do they have sex? You know... the important questions that had to be asked!!

If I’m honest with you... I didn’t care what I asked as long as she spoke to me. I loved her voice! She then started telling me about how the snake would coil itself around her body, and how it would hang around her waist.

Straight away I started picturing her naked body being coiled by her boa. Its sensitive scales gliding over her flawless skin. Her full, rounded breasts hanging free from her chest, then suddenly the snake was gone. She was sat on the teachers’ desk, still cloth-less, rubbing her perfect hands all over her streamlined stomach, one hand gliding over her breasts, stopping to play with her rosy nipples. Her other hand exploring downward, stroking her own leg getting closer and closer to her neatly trimmed bush. She sat there, staring at me, rubbing her, making her hands moist and her lower-lips scream for attention.

She grabbed one of the board markers off of the desk and slid it up and down her clit, teasing herself with it. Suddenly she gasped and pushed the pen into herself. She sat there, legs spread wide, giving me the perfect view of her pen-eating-pussy. She climbed off of the desk, threw the pen on the floor and began striding over to me. She got within inches of my face, grabbed my obviously stiff 8"cock threw my trousers. She leaned into me putting her lips against mine.

 "BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

The school bell rang.

my whole body shook, I found myself sat at my desk, jaw wide, still staring at Lola who had long since finished talking and was just stood there looking at me puzzled.

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That was the first time I ever saw Lola. Find out what happened next in "the walk home"

I would appreciate some comment from people as this is my very first story. Please email me on ssp1990@hotmail.co.uk

 

Golf and a hole in one.

davidj on Sex Stories

I m a greenkeepers assistant at the local golf club.


 

Last night there was a wedding reception and I helped out the barman.


During the evening I was approached by one of the members and told she wanted to see me outside and to meet her at the 18th hole. I said I would at my next break.


Later on I waved to her and gave her the sign I was going.


When I got there she said – with

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out hesitation, I want you to fuck me.


I was shocked – I guessed she was at least 10 years older than me. I had seen her in the pro shop a few times but never imagined she was that sort of woman – she was very professional and I had never seen her with a man. She only played golf with other women.


I said did I hear you right.


She said unless there is a problem with your hearing – yes.


She took my hand and said lead me to your greenkeepers shed. I knew where the key was hidden and I let us in. We have a stack of corn sacks that we have to return each month so I made a bed out of them, as I have done when I fuck Shirley.


She then put her arms around me and kissed me – her mouth tasting of Gin and Tonic. She must have had more than a few I guessed. I said we shouldn’t be doing this.


She said why not you did it with Shirley last week.


God I said how do you know that.


She said I saw the two of you coming in here last week and followed you and watched the two of you into getting into it. This place does have windows you know. She seemed very happy afterwards so I assume you provided her with what she wanted – now its my turn.


Then she lay down and exposed her pelvic area. Even in the subdued light I could tell she was completely shaved down there.


Come on she said we havnt got time to waste.


I dropped my pants and it didn’t take much to bring my cock from firm to hard. She was on her back and had lifted her legs ready for me to enter her. I got down and immediately slipped my cock into her waiting cunt. As I did I heard her sigh – a sound of relief or pleasure possibly both. 


She said I wish I could get a hole in one as easy as that.


I joked and said I can get two balls into a hole in one go.


She said fuck me don’t make funnies.


I have a 7 inch cock that I have never had complaint from the women I have fucked. But they are mainly my age except for this Shirley she mentioned. She had come onto me before and looks a bit younger than Mavis and I am rather attracted to her as well, she has the most magnificent breasts. Shirley and I have been having occasional sex for about a year. Fucking her and watching her tits bounce as we fuck is fantastic. Shirleys tits are still firm and have a great shape and uplift – very good for a 30+ woman, in some ways she is even better than some of the 18yo I fuck.


I began to fuck Mavis and she was beginning to respond – she wasn’t just going to lay there and let it happen – she was going to enjoy herself and probably take control before long – she was that sort of woman.


She began to move with me and after a while she said I want to be on top.


I didn’t hesitate and rolled off her and she got above me squatted down as I held my cock up for her to impale. Then she lay along me and began to use my cock to fuck herself with – all I had to do was keep my cock hard and inside her – she did all the other work and did it well – using her hips and buttocks to drive her cunt up and down my shaft and give herself a great fucking on my cock. I had my hands on the cheeks of her ass holding her into me and I could feel her using them to milk my cock. She knew how to move and do it and do it well. She was no novice.


She tried a couple of positions while she was up there and said how long do you last.


I said normally I can go about 10 minutes, but it varies with the woman.


Good she said that’s fine by me – and continued to fuck herself with my cock.


We had been going well over 10 minutes before she responded.


Ohhhhh God she said Ohhhhh God – I am ahead of myself – I am nearly there – can you finish me off.
I began to drive my cock into her as she slowed her motion down and it only took me less than a minute to bring her to her climax and she came – she was quite noisy ----
F  uuu   cck  kkkk she said Ohhhhh FFFFF UUUU CCCC KKKKKK and then again FFFF UUUUU CCCC KKKK  and a few more times Fuck me….. oh sweet geezus …….fuck me. – I guess she was having either a long or multiple orgasm. She lasted over 30 seconds and started to moan again calling out fuck,   ohhhh fuck.


With all her noise and orgasmic reactions she bought me right on and I began to really pump my cock into her lifting my ass to shove my cock deep into her. Between the two of us we were both really cumming like a steam train and we were both very vocal. She was grabbing her nipples and squeezing them through her dress I was pumping what felt like a gallon on cum into her – I was firing four, five possibly six huge spurts of cum into her before I slowed down and I guess the rest of it was just running or dribbling out of my cock into her red hot cunt now. I could feel it had leaked out of her and my balls were covered in my cum.


 She had collapsed on top of me and was just laying there gasping for breath as I was.  After a couple of minutes she said, Holy shit that was massive. I didn’t realise I needed that as much as I did. That was some great fuck. God you have flooded me – what have you put in there, I am covered in the stuff. Its like I have struck oil.

 

I said its better than that, and it tastes better too.

She said I wont be doing that
I just said ----Yet.


I said I usually cum big, but that felt like I burst something – I really let it go with that load. Fuck you aint bad Mavis – don’t tell Shirley but that was awesome. Its ages since a woman bought me off like that on top. Any time you want I am available.


She said that’s obvious – how many other women have you fucked here.


I said that’s for me to know and you to find out – but I don’t think many around here will be owning up to fucking me.


 She said well I know Shirley and I have shared your cock, I guess it wont take long to find out who else.
I said don’t bother – I don’t normally go with older women – but I am beginning to realise that you might have the edge on the girls my age.


She said its called experience.


I said I like the experience believe me – the both of you are good. I am available any time you like – maybe we can make it a threesome.


Don’t kid yourself young man – this may be the one and only time you get to try the best of the best. If I didn’t know you and Shirley have been into it – you wouldn’t be here now. She is never going to get her better of me.


She got up and my cum was running down the insides of her legs – shit she said look at it – what a mess.
I said stay there I will go and get some water and we can both clean up.
 
The shed has its own shower and toilet so warm water is no problem. I cleaned myself up and I came back with a bowl of warm water and a towel for her to clean up. As I approached her I could see her squatting down pissing. She had taken her dress off and only had her bra on. As she stood up I washed her cunt down and her legs. She looked beautiful standing up with her legs spread and letting me washing her legs and cunt down. Then she finished herself off.  I used one of the towels and began dried her off I got my head up close and kissed her cunt and she pulled back and said – whoa boy that’s not on the menu. Then obviously had second thoughts and she brought herself back to my mouth – her skin was smooth and clean and obviously freshly shaved.  I could taste my cum in her – this was something I had done before and I knew what they tasted like with their juice and my cum all inside them. She obviously was giving me permission so I used my fingers to open her and licked her slit getting a mouth full of what I had deposited in her and her love syrup as well.


She said that is the first time anybody had done that AFTER the event.


I said lay down and I will finish the job and she didn’t hesitate. She lay down and I got down and licked her out and gave her one of my special oral services with my finger and tongue. She was laying back moaning and groaning with the delights of having her slit and clit licked by a very experienced tongue. My speciality is to slip a finger up their ass when I am doing the licking and there is not one woman that I have done it to that doesn’t like it. I have to wait until they are well into the raptures of oral sex before I do but they never stop me.


She didn’t last more than a few minutes before she came and she bucked and bounced about making it hard for me to keep my mouth on her and suck her clit. I couldn’t see her face but my guess was she was screwing it up and shaking her head as much as they normally do when they cum with me sucking their clit. She took about 30 or 40 seconds to get over her climax and as I usually do, I maintain contact and they often get a multiple or second orgasm within the minute.


She said stop – you have to stop – its too touchy – no more – no more - stop it. God that is something I have never had done before. I have just lost my virginity again at 32. Now I knew hold old she was 10 years older than me.


I had achieved another of my desires – oral sex on a woman I have just fucked and an older one at that – I am beginning to believe that the older they are the better they like it and the more appreciative of special treatment they get.


I got up and helped her stand – she said shit my legs have gone to jelly – I think we had better go before I do something I regret.


I said whats that.


She said start all over again.


Now she said I don’t know if you do that with Shirley but if you do I want you to do it before we start the next time I play her so she wont have any energy left to make a good score.  God that is amazing – I cant believe how good it was. That is something I have never wanted or experienced before – I hate you – now I will want to do it all the time now.


I said any time you like – just ask – I am always ready willing and able.


We both got dressed and I walked her back close to the clubhouse then let her find her own way back. I said head straight for the bathroom – your hair and face will look a mess, and everybody will know what you have been doing, and you wouldn’t want Shirley to know that you have shared the best cock on the course would you.


She just replied with one word ----BASTARD and walked off.


Later on inside she kept looking over at me behind the bar – I wasn’t sure if she wanted to take me home or not – but I already had another offer  - Shirley. If she knew that she would have scratched my eyes out.
I was going to spend the night with Shirley as I had done before and relive what Mavis and I had just achieved – Shirley was a sex maniac I had found out previously. She knew what oral sex was and could give as give as much as she received. Whether Mavis has sucked cock or would is something I may have to find out – I have a feeling my first time with her wont be my last.
Shirley never goes home with any of the men she sleeps with from the club – she doesn’t want any of them to know she is shagging any of the other guys. That’s my job – take her home - and make her happy and I havnt failed yet.


I will have to do some homework on Mavis – I have a feeling tonight might be the first of another older woman relationship. I am really getting a taste for the older women – they seem to appreciate fucking far more than the young ones do.

 

 

Beutiful college girl - love at its best

amit_akella on Sex Stories

One trail Leads to another, Shruti and i had a wonderful time at Ayesha's house ( To Know More Read "Sweet College Girl - Sensuous Love" ) , i was quite sure looking at ayesha's expression that something was going in her mind. i was not quite sure where it will lead to or when? but as the saying goes, your desires find a way to become true. Ayesha and i exchanged number that day, next day Six AM my phone rang, half asleep and tired i ignored it for a while but third time in a row was too much for me to bear, a silky voice at the other end was enough to sharpen my senses. Ayesha said i forgot my card in her house and i got only two hours to collect, else she is leaving for her home town. I decided to go right away, while driving to her house i was still thinking about the last
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night and my mind was scheming another meeting with Shruti. I parked my car and rung the door bell of Ayesha's house, as soon as she opened the door my jaw dropped, she was wearing a flimsy black nightdress that was hugging her body casually, it had thin straps which were sliding from her shoulder and her hemline was looking so beautiful without a bra that it took me a few seconds to refocus my eyes to her face, strands of hair were playing on her cheecks and her short straight hair were a little dishevelled, but this was not the look of someone waking up from sleep, it was a pretension that i caught immediately, the dress was barely reaching her knees and her clean shaven legs were looking milky white in contrast. she held my hand, dragged me in and closed the door behind. If i describe Ayesha's beauty, it will always be an understatement because she has a very fair complexion but a very ordinary facade, but only in a dress like this you realize that face sometimes hides the real beauty. under her thin fabric i can see the outline of her body, her beautiful firm breasts were jutting out and were only partly hidden from view, she did not wear a bra, these beautiful breasts sit over a narrow waist that is slim but not skinny. the sight of her beautiful thighs rustling below that flimsy gown gave me an instant hard on, she was still holding my hand when we moved near the couch and i was dumbfounded by the sight like a kid following her silent orders. Ayesha probably had planned it all, and before i could utter a word she pointed me towards the low lying mattress and asked me to sit till she baths and gets ready for her train, before waiting for an answer she moved to the bathroom. by the time it was clear what she wanted but i wasn't sure how to begin. she was back in five mins wrapped around in a bath towel which took my breath away. but even that wonderful sight lasted a few seconds because she moved to the bedroom to dress up. When she came out wearing a flowing skirt and a loose T shirt, her hair were untied and water was still dripping. by this time it was clear to me that it was Ayesha's game and i am willing to be led to salvation by her. Ayesha handed me my card with an expression that was describing her intentions clearly, i raised my hand to take the card and covered her palm with mine, with a gentle pull of hand she came closer, she sat next to me facing me and resting her right hand on mine. I moved my face closer to smell the freshness dripping from her slightly curved hairs. The aroma was so sweet that my mouth automatically glided towards her and within no time it rested on her lovely lips, they were moist with water and desire and i felt it will melt in my mouth. Suddenly Ayesha withdrew, stood up and ran away towards the kitchen, for an instant i thought i blew it up. Probably she was feeling shy and was never been kissed, hardly any girl can overcome the shock and pleasure of the first kiss and remain guiltless. I followed her in and put an embrace from behind and kissed her right ear, ayesha arched and lifted her face up without opening her eyes. I kept my left hand encircled around her and started moving the right slowly around her belly. first i moved it up just touching by the index finger making small circles while travelling around. When the finger reached the top of the breast i rested my palm on it, Ayesha's breath grew heavy and her bossom tightened with desire. At this point i guided her to face me, i gentlly pushed her behind so that she gets the support of kitchen counter and my hands whose job so far was to support her from falling down are free for bigger things. Once there i raised her face and kissed her in the mouth again and this time it lasted for an eternity, Ayesha didn't withdrew and seems to be enjoyiing my tongue exploring inner cavities of her mouth, both my hands were resting on her back pulling her close to me, we were in a tight embrace her breasts are tightly hugging my shirt , she was standing at an angle with the support of counter and my legs were covering her. and my dick which is awake and ready is trying to search the path to bliss. I moved my hands inside the T shirt, the touch aroused ayesha and she kissed me this time, while kissing i lifted her slightly so that she now rests on the kitchen platform, and this brings her exactly to my height. we kissed and explored each other while my hand moved on her back expertly circling her shoulder than touching the breasts from side squeezing gently. I took my right hand away and moved it to rest on her milky white clean shaved legs, and started moving it up below her ankle then lower leg , thighs and then reaching the opening of her womenhood. she was prepared and wet , there were no undergarments obviously and this was a clear signal she don't want to waste time. I took the signal in and immediately bent over raising her skirt bringing her vagi completely in view. I never had better view of a cleanshaved vagina, it was little pink and absolutely clean without a strand of hair, i lowered my mouth to kiss below thighs, Ayesha was completely immersed in pleasure to even open her eyes and was holding my neck tightly, almost urging me to move closer. My mouth moved closer towards the cavity and her moaning started growing, I have to tell i am not a fan of oral sex and this was the first time my mind was actually enjoying the act of oral, i moved my tongue inside her vagina and a very strange taste greeted me. Ayesha jerked with the shock my mouth gave her and i had to steady her so we don't fell down, i decided to shift scene now, i picked her on my shoulder and moved to the bedroom , after lowering her on the bed i undressed myself. first i removed my jeans, slowly i unbuttoned the jeans and then slowly dropped it below hips bringing my mound in full view, my cock was pushing the undergarment to its limit, i was doing the act slowly to make sure ayesha have the maximum fun. i then removed my shirt button by button exposing my athletic body and clean chest, i never had hair on my chest and most of the girls love that. next was the frenchie, i lowerd it from one side exposing my buttock and then while turning towards her i gave her the sight she was waiting for. By this time we were so excited i decided to move fast , In one swift action i jumped on the bed removed her t shirt exposing her breasts completely and moved my mouth towards the left breast. I took it in my mouth and sucked her passionately. my dick was now touching the pussy and was ready to get in, her pussy was so moist that in a single push it went in without any resistance and then i started moving it forward. We changed the position briefly and i brought her on top of me, ayesha started moving up and down taking my entire manhood in her. she was moaning and moving constantly, then she suddenly jerked and dropped on me. she reached her climax but i wasn't done yet so we shifted positions. I kissed her again and helped her lie on bed facing me, and then i moved my tool inside with one push, i lifted her leg and asked her to wrap around me, this created a tightning in her overlubricated pussey. now it was my time to get her completely. i pushed my tool several times in and out of her and after a minute i exploded deep inside her, the warmth seeped into her vagina and a tear rolled from her eye. It was another half an hour passed and i guess i must have dozed off , ayesha got up wrapped the bedsheet aroud her and went to get the tea and some snacks, a kiss woke me up and it was beautiful ayesha lying next to me covered in a bedsheet and moving her hand on my body, as soon as her hand touched my dick it woke up. i am not a stud and i never had sex twice in an hour but there was someting about this girl that i felt no tiredness and i felt a rush of blood that pulled me on top of her again. But Ayesha pushed me away and gave me a cup of tea, we sat close to each other completely naked, my hand exploring her body and her hand moving around my dick pinching it, as soon as i finished my tea she lowered her mouth on my dick and expertly started kissing. I thought she was a fresher but the way she kissed destroyed my myths she was a kaamsutra expert, Ayesha first kissed on top of my dick making it wait with her saliva and then moved her tongue around it . then she rested a hand on my dick and pulled it down bringing the frontal sensitive head of the penis out. she then sucked it rolling her tongue deep inside. within a minute i was ready to explode, i pulled her up as i did not wanted her to take it in her mouth but it should land where it belongs. so i stood near the cot between ayesha's leg spreading them wide and got her inside. A few thrusts were enough to bring both of us to another pleasure trip and this time i slept long ... amit_akella@yahoo.co.in

Myra on Sex Stories

Myra didn’t know what was wrong with her. The urges she has been having as of late; the thoughts running through her head and the fantasies she is creating were out of this world. She would go to the bathroom at work and finger her soft mound and place her fingers in her warm and wet slit. Often, she would bite on her thumb to keep quiet as she began to orgasm. Sometimes, she would look at porn on the Internet and read the most erotic stories she could find. Often, Myra would put herself in the place of the female character in the story, wishing those things would happen to her, or wondering if she was just strong enough to act them out herself.

Myra drove home from work, much later than she had planned. She knew her husband would be tired from long hours at his IT job, bu
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t she was already preparing herself for an evening of constant fucking. Her husband Chad had no idea what he was in for that evening.

The night was dark and clear. The stars were shining brightly and the moon was full. Myra fingered her nipple with her free hand while driving home, first her left tit and then her right. She made sure the air conditioner was on high, Arctic Blast, she liked to call it. She giggled a little thinking that the cold will make her nipples stand out hard and pink while her husband’s dick (and that of all men) would seemingly go into hiding when it got cold. “Shrinkage,” she said aloud and chuckled to herself.

She could feel her panties getting damp and moved her free hand down to her lap. Myra lifted up her skirt to just above her cunt. She began to feel her mound again and loved the way it felt under her hand, even if there were material between her and her pussy. Yes, she was getting quite wet and very aroused. Her mind wandered a bit and began to lay out the plans she fully expected to carry out once she arrived home that night. She pushed her thong to the side and began to explore the folds of her pink lips. She found her clit and rubbed it. First slowly, then a little more quickly she rubbed her clit until it too stood erect as her large nipples. Her juices were beginning to flow and the sweet aroma from her pussy encouraged her to continue fingering herself. Myra would alternate between fingering her clit and fingering her hole. She would even practice tightening the muscles in her cunt so that she could squeeze Chad’s dick when it was in her. She knew he liked that and it gave her great pleasure “hugging” his cock while it was inside of her. She was apparently doing a pretty good job of fingering herself, because she knew she was nearing orgasm. But could she possibly do that while driving 70 mph down the Interstate?

A tractor trailer was approaching her on the right. The lights along the highway and the big truck’s headlights were filling the car with light while she was driving. Her skirt was still up around her hips and her hand still firmly groping her cunt. She allowed her fingers to continue to flick her clit and touch her G-spot. She could cum, she figured, right there, right then. The speed at which she was travelling only excited her more and added to the danger. She was being turned on in ways she had only imagined. She forced herself to keep her eyes open as she allowed herself to let go and feel everything she could possibly feel. Myra’s G-spot was now filling. It was driving her out of her mind, swollen with her own love juices, brought on by fingering herself. She glanced to her right where the truck driver had been travelling. There was a male passenger in the seat next to the driver. They were both watching Myra orgasm. She wasn’t sure, but she thinks the passenger at least, had his pants down far enough to expose his rather large member and was jerking it feverishly in his hand. He must have unloaded a bit on the driver because he turned to the passenger and hit him hard in the arm.

A smile crossed Myra’s face as she realized that two men had watched her masturbate while driving home. The very thought caused Myra’s pussy to convulse and send out some fantastic pussy juices.

Exit 69B was approaching and that was where she got off. Well, got off the Interstate. Turning on the blinker, she carefully moved into the correct lane and headed toward home. Her hands were sticky with her own juices, and she maneuvered her thong back to its place, barely covering her pussy. She liked the way the silk felt against her cunt and gently placed her hand back on the mound. Her short skirt was still around her hips, and her breathing had finally returned to normal. She replayed the drive on the Interstate in her mind and smiled. She couldn’t believe she had been so bold to do what she did. She loved that the men who had “caught her” feeling herself up got off on it. She had always considered herself more discrete in her sexuality. The very thought and idea that she became orgasmic while fondling herself and others were watching and enjoying it emboldened her to carry out other fantasies she had envisioned.

Thankful for the small container of sanitizer, she washed her hands as she parked her car in the driveway of her home. As she stepped out of the car, she adjusted her skirt a bit, pulling the waistband up a couple of inches so that the skirt barely covered her firm, round ass. She unbuttoned her shirt a bit more, exposing her more than ample breasts.

She brushed against the nipple as she did. “Mmmmm,” they were still hard and erect. She loved it when Chad would take her tits in his hands and play with them. Alternating between roughly grabbing them and squeezing them with some gentle caressing always felt wonderful to Myra. It also turned her on when he would suck them hard; hard enough to make the nipples stand tall and waiting. She had never worn any nipple rings and wondered if Chad would like them. “How do you bring up that subject?” she wondered.

She put her key in the door and walked in. Chad was a great cook and would often make dinner on the nights that Myra worked late. The smell of bread baking and steak filled the room. Chad was washing up a few dishes and Myra watched him from the entrance. She looked at his ass in those jeans. She loved the way those jeans made his ass look. Tiptoeing behind him, she bent down, put a playful bite on his ass and grabbed his dick. She was almost as surprised as he was! His cock was bulging in his pants. He turned and smiled.

“Hey, I was just thinking about you,” he said, with his most charming smile.
“I am glad to know ‘that’ wasn’t because you were thinking of someone else.” Myra giggled and Chad took her in his arms. Chad pushed her back slightly to look at her. “Well,” he said. “What have we here?” he asked, pointing to her breasts that were seemingly jumping out of her shirt. Chad licked his finger and slid it between her breasts. Myra’s pussy began pulsating at the very touch of Chad’s wet finger sliding between her tits. “I like it. The unbuttoned blouse and the very short skirt look fantastic on you. I dropped something on the floor over there. Would you pick it up for me?” Myra knew it was a game, so she bent over, exposing her ass in her new thong. She peeked between her legs and asked, “I am having trouble finding it. Are you sure it is down here?” “Keep looking.” Chad smiled as he longingly looked at Myra’s ass. Oh, how he wanted to fuck her right then and there, but waiting a bit seemed to be more advantageous.

Myra stood and Chad pulled her close again and kissed her hard. He allowed his hands to slide down to her waist and pulled up the back of her skirt, exposing her buns once again. After a few tight squeezes and a couple of slaps on each ass cheek, Chad pulled back just far enough to grab a tit in each of his hands. Her breasts were large and could not be contained in his hands. Myra could feel Chad’s cock growing larger underneath his pants as he pressed it against her barely covered cunt. He kissed her again, harder than before and found her tongue waiting for his. He French kissed her deeply and she began to moan slightly.

Chad started kissing her neck, and lifted Myra’s chin so that their eyes met. He kissed her again, but this time, barely touching her lips. With his finger, he stroked her shoulder, down her arm, and across her breasts. “Soon,” he whispered. Myra’s eyes were still closed and she felt Chad move away from her to the stove.

On the table, candles had been lit and the table was set. Fresh roses were in the vase with a card. Myra lifted the card addressed to her. She pulled the note out of its envelope and read, “Your every fantasy is my command tonight.” Myra could feel herself flush. “My every fantasy is his command tonight?” She could hardly breathe. Sometimes things just seemed routine between them and she longed for excitement in the bedroom. Could Chad have wanted the same thing, all this time?

Chad entered the dining room as Myra was putting the card back. He was carrying their dinner of steak and potatoes and some delicious steamed vegetables. Homemade bread was in the bread basket and a chilled glass of wine was at her chair. The food smelled and tasted delicious, but it was difficult to eat when all Myra could think about were her fantasies being fulfilled, tonight!

Chad picked up the plates and placed them in the kitchen sink. He was glad that Myra hadn’t buttoned her blouse or made her skirt longer. He liked how he could look at her cleavage and see her pussy beneath the sheer thong she was wearing. It was difficult for him to eat dinner because there she sat, all hot and wanting. He wanted to take her before dinner, but knew that sometimes such a tease would make him blow a bigger load later. He wanted to be able to shoot his massive load in her pussy, in her ass and across her big tits. He wanted to make her eyes roll in the back of her head from the intensity of the orgasm. He couldn’t wait to fuck the daylights out of her and give her everything she wanted.

He had to stop thinking about it for a bit, because he didn’t want to get hard yet. Reaching in his nightstand drawer, he found his cock ring. He placed it over his dick and around his balls. Yes, that should do it, he thought. Going to keep it long and hard for you as long as humanly possible, Chad continued the conversation in his mind. As he put on his sweat shorts and a tee-shirt, Myra walked in the bedroom. She was still wearing the same clothes she wore on the way home from work. She began to undress but Chad stopped her. “Not yet,” he simply whispered.

He stood before her and just looked at her for a moment and then kissed her parted lips. Just barely touching, and then moving back. He repeated that three more times and with one finger, brushed a bit of hair out of her face. He kissed her neck from her shoulder to her ear, very lightly, taking in her scent. She could feel his warm breath on her neck and shivered with excitement when he gently blew his warm breath in her ear. He walked behind her, still gently kissing her neck and shoulders. His hand dragged across her ass, still covered by the short skirt she wore when she got out of the car. Once again in front of her, he started unbuttoning her shirt a little further. Now it was unbuttoned below her bra, exposing part of her breasts to him. He gently touched them, first with his fingers, then dragging a feather across them. Myra closed her eyes, and savored the feeling she was having at that moment. Chad reached behind Myra’s back and unhooked the bra strap, one hook at a time. Slowly, knowing it was making Myra even hornier than earlier that evening. Now, the loosened bra hung from her shoulders, Chad lifted the bra up exposing her breasts completely.

“Your nipples look as though they need a little attention, Sweetheart. Maybe a little moisturizing would do the trick.” Chad took her breast in one hand and brought it to his mouth. With his other hand, he fondled the other breast, pinching and squeezing the nipple. His tongue darted all around the nipple and he loved feeling it harden in his mouth. Myra loved it, too, because she continued to moan quietly. Chad then switched and mouthed her other tit and fondled the one still wet with from his mouth.

Myra’s breathing had become shallow and Chad knew he was doing a good job of pleasing her. He stepped back and gently pushed Myra on the bed so that her feet were hanging off the edge. Chad crawled up on the bed, his knees straddling Myra on either side. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear. She could feel his cock under his shorts, nice and hard as he lay on top of her.

“I am going to have my way with you tonight. Do you want me to tell you what I am going to do to you?”

Myra could barely speak. She nodded and barely audible to even her, “Mmmm, please, are you really going to fill my every fantasy?”

“Darling, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. I am going to make you squeal with delight. I am going to fuck you all night long. Even if you cry for mercy, I am not going to stop!”

Chad knelt down on the floor between Myra’s legs. Forcefully, he spread them open to him, allowing him to see her cunt, peeking behind the dampened thong she was wearing. He gently touched the edges of her panties, and loved the furriness of her dew soaked pussy. Her mound was swollen and just asking to be groped. He obliged. Myra arched her back a little and enjoyed the attention he was bringing to her pussy. He pushed the small piece of material to the side and looked at her cunt. Oh, could he possibly wait any longer? He wanted to drive her wild with excitement, and he too was becoming more and more excited with each moment. His cock was hardening even more beneath his shorts. Oh how he wanted her.

With his fingers, he moved her beautiful pink lips, exposing her glory hole. Moving further up her cunt, he found her clit and gave it a little flick with his fingers. Another moan from Myra and she pushed her pussy further upward to meet Chad’s fingers. First slowly, then a little more quickly, Chad fingered her clit, rhythmically with the thrusting of her hips. He kept one hand on her clit while he found her pussy hole with his other hand. First inserting one finger deeply, he found her G-spot. It was swollen and warm and when his finger found it, Myra moaned, only this time, loudly. He inserted a second finger and brought his tongue to her clit. Just as he did with his fingers, Chad allowed his tongue to alternate between rapidly and slowly playing with her clit. In rhythm together with Myra’s thrusts and Chad’s finger fucking and tongue licking, Chad inserted a third finger and then a fourth. Myra could hardly breathe, but she definitely didn’t want Chad to stop. He continued fingering her and licking her as her pussy continued to swell and her juices flowed out of her cunt. Chad wondered if he should try to put his whole hand in her, to be swallowed up by her luscious cunt. She was so wet and her pussy just seemed to be so hungry for more of him…
So he did it. He put his whole hand in her, cupping the hand tightly until he was really in her. Man it felt good to him to be there like that. Myra’s mouth was open and she was nearly panting and grabbing her ass with both hands. Slowly, he pulled out, and she poured out a lot of pussy juice. Because her G-spot was so swollen with pure pleasure, she squirted all over Chad. Chad placed two of his fingers that came out of Myra’s cunt into his mouth and licked them clean. Then he put them on Myra’s lips.

“Lick them, take them in your mouth, my Love. Clean them off for me.”

Chad was going out of his mind with excitement. The idea of Myra licking her own pussy juices from his fingers made his already hard cock grow even larger with excitement.

Chad lifted Myra from the bed, only to push her back down on the bed, this time with her beautiful ass in the air. He pushed her skirt further up her waist and stood over her with a small leather whip in his hands.

“You have been very naughty lately, Myra. I know you have been thinking some pretty nasty thoughts, you slut. I am going to have to discipline you for being such a naughty little slut.”
Myra giggled. “I am sorry, I won’t do it again.”
“Things will only worsen if you DON’T do those naughty things again, Myra. Now, have you been just a little naughty or very naughty?’
Myra giggled again, “I’ve been very, very naughty. Spank my ass, spank me hard.”
Chad loved this sort of stuff. He raised his arm slightly and swatted Myra’s ass cheeks. It turned him on to see her ass jiggle like that. He loved her ass.
After several swats, Chad felt that the “punishment” had been sufficient and thought that the ass could use some salve of some sort. He began to kiss Myra’s ass cheeks and tenderly touch them. Then Chad took some of his pre-cum and rubbed it all over her ass. As she lay there, he pulled her thong down, sniffed the musky, wet crotch, and tossed it aside. Then he removed her skirt before turning her over to him.

Myra’s eyes were wide with excitement. She could hardly believe all of this was happening. How did Chad know exactly what she wanted? Could he read her thoughts or was it because this is what Chad had wanted all along? The thoughts that Chad and she wanted the same things thrilled her. She could hardly wait for what was to come next.
Chad finished unbuttoning Myra’s shirt and took off her bra. They met the same fate as the panties and skirt. Chad took off his tee-shirt but kept on his sweat shorts. Myra could see the large bulge beneath his shorts and was longing for it.

“Now my little slutty and horny wife, do you want to know what will happen next?”

Myra nodded and exaggerated yes.

“Well, I was thinking about tying you up, or at least your feet to the foot posts of the bed. That way, I can do things to that delicious pussy of yours and you can’t stop me. I will have to do something with your hands, though…we still have those handcuffs, don’t we?”

Myra again nodded. Chad went to their dresser and found the handcuffs and some bondage straps. He placed the straps on Myra’s ankles and then to the bedposts. Next he took her hand and put them above her head and handcuffed them.

“Maybe I should blindfold you, too. I think it would be more exciting for you if you don’t know exactly what I am about to do.” Taking the blindfold Myra sometimes used when she traveled on business, Chad covered her eyes.
“There, that should do it.”
Myra was breathing rapidly now. Her body quivered in excitement. Her nipples felt hard, and her cunt was feeling full and wet.

Chad again began to finger her. Slipping his fingers in and out of her slit, making Myra moan, again, adding a finger at a time until his whole hand was inside of her. He moved his hand around inside of her and felt her body rock with excitement under him. He moved his hand out and reinserted three fingers and found her G-spot once again and felt it swell and fill with her juices. Myra continued to squirm but she knew it was of no use. She was bond and Chad was making her feel her most sensual emotions. With his hand inside of her pussy, Chad started sucking on her clit and playing with her clit with his tongue. Sometimes he would slide his tongue in her slit and his fingers would play with her clit. Back and forth, over and over again he would change from licking to fingering her pussy. Myra was going out of her mind and Chad was enjoying watching her completely unable to stop him. He was becoming more and more aroused and he knew, that he couldn’t keep doing this for much longer, as he was going to explode.

Chad stopped touching her long enough to retrieve something he had brought into the bedroom with him a bit earlier. Myra could not distinguish what the noise was, but she knew it was familiar. She could feel Chad back between her outstretched legs. He opened her pussy with one hand and slipped something inside. It was cold and wet. It sent shivers up Myra’s spine, and at the same time, was very erotic.

“What is that?” She asked.
“I put a little ice in there for safe keeping. A little ice for your beautiful pink icebox. I know it is warm inside, so I am going to check on it in just a moment to see how quickly your hot pussy can melt a piece of ice.”
About 30 seconds later, Myra felt Chad’s fingers looking for the ice.

“I knew your pussy was hot, but wow, it is all gone!”

Myra heard some more movement and then felt Chad as he straddled over her chest. He pushed her boobs together and scooted closer to her head. Her eyes were still blindfolded and she was still bound but she was getting excited because she knew she was about to be titty-fucked. Chad held her tits close together. She could tell that he must have removed his shorts because she felt the bareness of his skin on her chest. She felt his massive cock, oh so hard, fall against her chest and slide between her boobs. His dick was dampened with oil and he thrust himself between her faster and faster.

“Open your mouth my slutty wife, and take in my cock, take it in and let me cum a little in your mouth.”

Myra quickly obeyed. Getting titty-fucked always turned her on and she happily accommodated Chad’s hard dick. Chad didn’t want to fully shoot off his load in her mouth, as he wanted to save some for later. He allowed himself to shoot just enough cum that when he removed himself from Myra’s mouth, a string of cum dripped from his dick to her lips.

“Mmmmm, Baby, you know what I like.”
Myra smiled. No, she thought, you know what I like.

Chad loosened the restraints on Myra’s feet and turned her over so that her ass was in the air, and she was on her knees. Next, he removed the handcuffs and gently rubbed her wrists.
“Get on your hands and knees. Do not remove the blindfold.”
Myra did as Chad asked her.
Chad straddled her from behind and again, caressed her ass with his hands and with kisses. He rubbed some oil on her cheeks and then around her anus. Myra was nearly breathless with anticipation.

First, Chad placed one finger in her asshole and then he tried a second finger. Myra moaned with enjoyment. It shot sensations in her she had never experienced. Chad then took the head of his cock and gently pushed it in her ass and then out again. Back and forth several times he did this, pushing his cock in further each time. It felt good, it felt tight and Chad was feeling amazing. Again, he didn’t want to come in her ass, he wanted to fill her pussy with his load. He had never felt such excitement but he knew if he didn’t come soon, he wouldn’t be able to hold back this wild horse.

Chad lay on his back, and scooted under Myra, who was still on her hands and knees blindfolded. Her tits were hanging and swaying in front of his face. He grabbed them forcefully and sucked them hard. Myra was cumming for at least the fourth time as he sucked her tits. Chad loved it when he made Myra cum in other ways other then actually fucking her.

Chad rolled over and asked Myra to lie on her back. He lifted up her legs so that he could see both her pussy hole and her ass hole. Chad’s cock was still rock hard, and he thrust it in her slit and then in her ass. Faster and faster he would do this and Myra had cum again. She was moaning loudly by now and her nipples were so hard and inviting. Chad pushed her legs up high and laid them on his shoulder. With his left hand, he grabbed her right tit, and with his right hand, he held the base of his shaft and slammed it in and out of her very wet pussy and now wide open ass. This went on for several minutes and both Chad and Myra were thoroughly excited and dripping in their cum juices.

Myra was pleased that Chad was still rock hard. As Chad pulled out of her, he lay on his back and asked Myra to mount him. Myra took off the blindfold and climbed on Chad. She allowed her cunt to take part of him in, and then she pulled him out, and then in and out until she knew he was going mad with excitement.

She then straddled his face and let him tongue fuck her pussy a bit. She leaned back and played with his balls with one hand, while she played with her boob with the other.

“Eat me out, Darling, eat me out.” Myra begged Chad.

Chad lapped up her juices with his tongue, and licked his lips with delight.

Myra knee-walked back so that Chad’s hard cock was just hovering below her ravishing cunt.

“TAKE ME!” Chad screamed. “I gotta have you, gotta have you NOW!”

Myra climbed on Chad’s dick, taking it deep inside of her. While he was thrusting his dick in her, she was grinding her body against his. The sound of the slapping of his balls against her skin, and her boobs flapping wildly turned her on further. Chad grabbed her tits, and sunk his face deep in them. Myra moaned again. She could feel the fullness of Chad’s cock deep within her. Oh, gawd, it felt so good. Thrusting, grinding, bouncing, in and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

“Baby, I am about to cum. Are you almost there?”
“Yes, baby, almost…hold on, I want to cum together.”

More thrusting, more grinding and thrusting and grinding and Myra began to tighten her muscles in her pussy around Chad’s cock. Chad moaned, and begged Myra to do it again. Myra tightened the muscles again, feeling the fullness and massiveness of Chad’s cock.

“I’m cumming, Darling.”
“Oh Gawd!” Chad shouted. “My little slutty wife is so fucking good at fucking!”

“YES!”
Chad and Myra climaxed together. They didn’t separate from each other until their breathing had finally returned to normal and Chad’s cock to it’s normal unexcited size.


Myra thought that this was the end, but Chad had some other plans.
“Clean me up with your lips and tongue, my Darling slut and I shall return the favor.”

Myra and Chad turned on their sides and Chad turned with his feet to the headboard. Chad lifted Myra’s legs with his hand. Myra took all of Chad in her mouth once again. They licked, and sucked each other until the only moisture on her cunt and his cock was from each other’s mouth.

Chad turned back to Myra and then began kissing her like he did in the kitchen when she first arrived home that evening. This time, she surprised him and found his tongue. They were tasting each other’s juices and wanting each other more than ever before.

They were both exhausted from the evening’s events and soon fell asleep.
A few hours later, Chad awoke to find Myra’s hand on his cock and it was already making a tent with the sheet……………..


To be continued

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My friends stopped by my lab and asked me to go out with them for a drink at the corner bar that we frequent.
I just finished with a long experiment, and I felt like having a drink, so I said yes and drove over to the corner bar and parked by the left side of the bar's front entrance. There were no parking spaces in the front. I went inside and sat down at a table with my friends; we ordered our drinks, and we were sitting there talking when some of the girls I knew stopped by our table. The girls were talking with us when they asked us to dance with them.
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Camden developed a crush on Eden five years ago. He was barely thirteen when he first laid eyes upon this goddess of sensuality. She showed up at his house to ride with his parents to a concert. He could still remember the very first time he saw her. Her long wavy raven tresses mingled with the crimson highlights cascading down her shoulders, covering the small tattoo on her left shoulder of a dark angel with black wings. She wore a black corset top and a pair of jeans that hugged her body along with a pair of black boots with thick heels. She looked very goth but very beautiful. After that moment, he knew that more than anything in the world he wanted her.

As time passed, Eden spent more and more time at the Allen's, partying with Camden's parents. Since his older

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sister had went away to college, she stayed over a lot more often when they would all be drinking. He loved having her around all the time but his libido quickly went out of control. It was all he could do to make it through a day without masturbating whilst thinking about her. Having her so close, yet not being able to honestly share his feelings about her was killing him. He knew things had to change or he would explode. It wasn't long until the perfect opportunity finally came around.

Tina and Mike had planned a huge party out at their place for their son's eighteenth birthday. Growing up Camden had taken sips of their drinks, and had a beer or two like most kids his age. That night, his parents saw no real problem with him doing a few shots as long as things didn't get out of hand. When Eden arrived she had clearly already been drinking. She grabbed Camden by the arm and lead him to the bar they had set up on the patio. Setting his present down on the counter she quickly scurried behind the bar and pulled out the bottle of tequilla. Camden had no idea what she had in store for him, but quickly he knew he was in for a surprise.

"O.K. baby since it is your 18th and tonight you become a man, " she winked at him. "I'm gonna teach you how to do a very special shot."

She grabbed a slice of lemon and the salt shaker, setting them down in front of her as she hopped up on the bar top. Mike laughed when he saw what she was preparing to do. She wiggled, letting the hem of her little black dress ride high up her thigs. Eden opened the bottle of tequilla, using a little to wet her finger she wiped the moistened digit across the top of her left breast. She quickly picked up the salt shaker, letting the little crystals cling to the moisture there. Camden's eyes widened as he watched her fill the shot glass, then nestle the alcohol filled vessel between her two ample breasts.

"Ok now remember, it's lick, drink and suck," she purred seductively before placing the lemon wedge between her pouty crimson lips.

For a moment all he could do was stare at her. Could this really be happening or was it just a hallicination? Camden swallowed hard as he lowered his head toward her breast. Timidly he ran his tongue over the salted skin before moving on toward the shot glass. Everyone at the bar watched him, laughing and cheering him on. It took him a couple tries to get the shot glass into his mouth enough to lift it from her cleavage. It was too surreal for him. If this was a dream he never wanted to wake up.

He sucked down the tequilla, spitting the glass out and placing it on the bar before he leaned in to take the lemon from her. His lips touched hers for a brief moment as he pulled the wedge from her mouth. She smiled as he pulled back, watching his face contort as he sucked the lemon. He spat out the rind and smiled at her half dazed from the near kiss. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"My turn. You get to hold my lemon for me now.... hmm now where should we stick the shot for me to get it," she chuckled.

Eden slipped down from the counter and stood up, giving Camden an evil smile.

Eden selected another lemon wedge. This one was dunked into the small plate of sugar, coating both sides before she presented it to him. Camden parted his lips, holding the lemon slice carefully as he watched her with growing anticipation. A shot glass was filled with vodka and given to her. She took him by the hand and led him over to the sturdy, wooden chaise lounge. Camden immediately sat down, leaning back comfortably against the thick cushions, the lemon wedge still in his teeth.

She knelt between his legs, holding the shot glass in front of his face. With a wicked smile she placed it balanced it on his crotch, noticing the growing bulge there. She heard the voice of his friend Brittian approaching, which only made her little stunt more delicious. She leaned forward, letting her hair spill down around her face, obscuring the view of the shot glass. Camden's friend arrived just in time to see what looked like the beginning of an amazing blowjob.


Eden took the glass between her lips, nuzzling against his crotch before she snapped her head back and downed the clear potent liquid. She took the glass from her mouth and leaned in, her body pressing heavily against Camden's as she took the lemon wedge. Instead of breaking contact immediately she gave him a brief kiss, deeply arousing the boy. Eden winked and climbed off the chair. She strutted over to the bar to get another drink and left to mingle with the other guests.

The rest of the night all Camden could think about was the feel of her body against his and that kiss. Eden was drinking entirely too much to drive home that night. It was obvious she would be crashing there once again. By the end of the night, they had done a couple more shots together. The more she drank the flirtier she got with each shot. Instead of kneeling between his legs she started straddling them, grinding hard against the bulge in his jeans each time she came up for the lemon slice.

It was getting pretty late when Camden's mom suggested he help her up to his sister's room, knowing that if Eden didn't go soon she would drink til she puked. Eagerly he agreed, setting off to find her once again. Eden was sitting down by the fire pit with a few other people, talking about tattoos and such. It took Camden a lot of effort to convince her to come back to the house with him, but finally he did.

On the way into the house Eden twisted her ankle, making it nearly impossible for her to stand on it. Camden dutifully scooped her up, carrying her up the stairs to his sister's room and setting her down on the bed.

"Does it still hurt?" he said gently taking a hold of her foot.

"Not that bad now, " she giggled.

"Is there anything you need before I go?" he asked hoping that he wouldn't have to go.

"No I'll be fine. I'm just gonna go to bed," she said before pulling him to her and hugging him tightly. "Happy birthday Cam. I hope it was a good one."

She went to give him a little peck of a kiss on the lips. He didn't know if it was the alcohol to blame or the way she had been teasing him all night, but when their lips touched, he knew he couldn't stop himself. He kissed her tenderly but with all of the passion a horny teen could possess. Eden's head was spinning from both the alcohol and the way he kissed her, making it impossible to push him away. Before she could even piece together what she was doing, Camden was laying her back on the bed.

Her hand stroked the back of his neck as they continued to kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, teasing hers as he laid on top of her. Finally the realization of what was happening set in, making her break the kiss. She stared up at him for a moment as she chose her words carefully.

"Camden, what are you doing?" she asked. "I mean, hell I'm way older than you. We shouldn't do this."

"Eden," he blushed. "Since the first time I saw you I have wanted to do this. I don't care if you are older than me, or that you're my parents' friend. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything."

He leaned in and kissed her quickly. It was the most special thing anyone had ever said to her. She wanted to stop but the way he kissed her was too good. She held him closer, running one hand up and down his spine as she kissed him deeply. The kiss was broken again as his lips moved across her cheek and to her neck. He kissed every inch of its delicate curve, breathing in the heady scent of her perfume. Her skin was so soft and warm, feeling better than he ever imagined.

She let out a soft moan as his hand moved to her left breast, massaging it gently through the fabric that covered it. His touch was so gentle yet so intense. He couldn't believe he was touching the goddess he had worshipped from afar for all those years. The straps of her dress slid down with ease as his lips traveled down her collarbone toward her breasts. She let out a soft gasp as his lips closed over the candy pink nipple, and he began to suck. He continued to move the fabric down her body, revealing more and more of her delicate skin.

He kissed across the valley between the two heaving globes and gave the opposite nipple the same tender attention before he began to kiss his way down her stomach. His lips barely brushed along her skin in some spots, then pressing heavier in other spots. His hand trailed down over the bunched up dress, edging toward its hem. Eden lifted her hips, allowing him to pull it off. His heart raced as he stared down at her nearly naked body. He moved his hand along her upper thigh as he stared down at the bewitching enchantress before him. He leaned back down and continued to kiss her neck once again

"Oh god Cam we shouldn't," Eden breathless whisper.

His fingertips found the now damp fabric of her thong. He began to rub along it slowly, listening to her moan softly. It felt like his cock was going to burst, ripping his pants open in the process. Her protests quickly stopped as he worked his finger under the wet material and brushed it directly over the velvety flesh beneath it. He dragged the tip of his finger down, letting it barely part her puffy pink lips. He gazed into her eyes as he brought the wet digit to his mouth, tasting her sweetness for the first time. Eden smiled up at him as she watched him savor the taste.

"God Eden, I can't believe how good you taste," he said as he edged down the bed.

It was too late to turn back now. Eden leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. She could taste the faint trace of her juices on his tongue as hers probed his mouth. She broke the kiss only long enough to pull his t shirt over his head and toss it aside. Again the kiss began, their bare flesh pressing hard against each other as they laid back down. Her nails raked down his back, leaving thin red streaks in their wake. Their moans mingled as their tongues explored each other's mouth. She broke the kiss, staring up at him lustfully.

"Take me Camden. I need to feel you inside me so bad," she pleaded.

He had longed to hear those words for so long. It almost seemed as if it was all a dream. He sat back on his feet for a moment as he just stared at the beautiful woman before him. He shook his head slightly, wanting to taste more of her sweetness before he moved on. He inched down the bed, positioning himself better for what he had in mind. He drew in a deep breath, reveling in the heady scent of her. The tip of his tongue timidly touched her moist flesh, illiciting a soft moan from her on contact. He dragged it slowly along the wet slit, letting the tip of his tongue part her lips slightly but not penetrate her. Her body tensed as she moaned again when he circled her clit, flicking his tongue over it lightly.

He used her sounds and movements to guide him as he explored her delicate pink flesh. His tongue again slipped between her lips, this time probing deeper inside her. The taste of her juices only made him crave more of them. He could not help himself as he wildly lapped at the increasing supply of her honey. His tongue curled inside her as it scooped out more and more of her delicious sweetness. Eden moaned loudly, writhing against the bed as her fingers gripped handfuls of the sheets beneath her. Finally, he felt it. Her muscles clenched and spasmed around his tongue as his tongue was baptized with wave after wave of her nectar. He greedily lapped up his reward before sitting back on his heels once again, smiling at her for a moment.

He stood and quickly maneuvered to remove his pants. Eden gasped when she saw his swollen cock for the first time. She had no idea how big it really was before that moment, but she was very impressed. He nervously looked at her, hoping he was adequate. Her eyes moved up his body, meeting his once again as he stood beside the bed. She sat up, moving to the edge of the bed in front of him. He could not believe what was happening. It was all too good to be true.

Her fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft as she moved closer. He stared down at her as her lips parted for him, allowing the head of his cock to slip inside. Her tongue danced over the smooth, warm skin as she sucked softly. He let out a loud groan as she slowly fed more of his thick cock into her mouth. His hand instinctively moved to her hair, stroking it softly as she devoured his rigid shaft. Her mouth felt heavenly as his cock pushed deeper inside. He was amazed at how skillfully she manipulated his flesh with her tongue and lips.

He soon had to stop her, knowing if he didn't he would surely cum in her mouth. Eden looked up at him, a pitiful look spreading across her face as she feared he did not enjoy her talent. He smiled at her as he tenderly pushed her back onto the bed. He knew that she would understand his reasons for stopping her now. She spread her legs, allowing him to slip between them. As he gripped the base of his cock, guiding it toward her glistening pussy, he stared at her face. He could not believe it. She looked as nervous as he was. The tip of his cock parted her lips, resting there for a moment before he slid it in further. Both gave passionate moans as he filled her.

Her hips lifted to meet his as he hilted himself inside her. He remained still for a moment, savoring the feel of the velvety soft walls gripping him, bathing his cock in her warm juices. Slowly, he began to withdraw, pulling nearly out before pushing back in. He rested his hands on either side of her, staring down into her eyes the entire time. He loved to watch her face as he thrust into her. The way she gasped and moaned fueled his passions, making his pace quicken slightly. The more into it she got, the louder her voice became, her moans turning to near screams of pleasure. He leaned down, kissing her deeply as he continued to make love to her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him down against her. Her breasts crushed against his chest as he let more of his weight rest upon her. Her hips bucked harder into each thrust as his rhythm quickened again. His cock throbbed inside her as he felt her muscles clench him tightly.

She slammed her head back against the bed, breaking the kiss as she moaned loudly, "OH GOD CAMDEN I'M CUMMING."

Her juices flooded out of her, washing over his swollen shaft and dripping out of her as he continued to hammer away at her dripping wet slit. He kissed her again forcefully, his tongue attacking hers as he pushed deeper inside of her. Their bodies moved frantically as each movement heightened the pleasure, sending Camden quickly into orgasm. He threw his head back, moaning her name loudly as the thick flood of cum rushed into her as her muscles milked every drop out. His body collapsed onto hers as they both laid there panting. Eden gently stroked his back as she closed her eyes, reveling in the intense orgasm's afterglow.

"Happy Birthday Camden," she whispered with a slight giggle to her voice.

"No Eden, thank you," he said as he leaned up on his elbow.

"Thank me?" she said in a puzzled voice.

"Yes, thank you for making this the best birthday ever. I love you Eden," he said before leaning down and kissing her tenderly.

Eden laid there in shock, barely able to kiss back. The words hit her hard. Now she had no idea what to do.

Romantic/Sensual Encounters

Mickey Pig Knuckles on Sex Stories

" My Dear Journal "

 

 

June 24, 1979 Dear Journal

As I sit here alone I can’t help but to think of you. There is so much unsaid, so much undone, so much that I long to express to you. So I will begin this journal and in it I am pouring out my innermost thoughts and feelings as if I am talking to you. Never have I been so far away from someone and yet I feel so close as I do now to you. So this journal will have to do for now as my days and nights are filled with vivid emotional memories of you.

June 26, 1979 Dear Journal

I have just come from one of those pavilions, which house cancer vict

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ims. The last two days were spent soothing their pain and learning first hand knowledge about alternative treatments. So as my day comes to a close I have this to express to you. I love you James, and as these months have past, I have come to realize just how blessed I am to be loved, and understood by a man like you. Though my internship of our senior year has taken me down into the Gulf Of Mexico for half a year. Have no doubt that as my days filled with warmth due to the weather, and lots of learning because that’s what I’m here for. So to are my days filled with thoughts of you, of us as I anticipate my return while my love for you grows.

June 27, 1979 Dear Journal

I was reminiscing on you and times we have shared together. I remember how understanding you were when I told you that I was leaving so I could further my education with first hand experience in the Gulf Of Mexico as a C.N.A. soon to be a R.N. You showed so much strength even though I could clearly see the emotion water up in your eyes as the very first tear was born from the corner of your eye and lived a short life down your check as it died as you licked it away with your tongue. You never once said one thing that was not supportive. Our whole senior year in high school I held back from you, and you still loved me for me. I have never said how special you made me feel at the last dance, when you came to pick me up in a limo with flowers and chocolates, the whole nine yards. I remember towards the end of the night we were in the midst of one of our many sexual interludes, you were tracing soft circles on my belly and spreading kisses all over my breasts. I felt so warm and accepted but most importantly respected. I was excited and I knew you could feel my heart beating hard against my chest. It was then that I realized how so not ready I was for the next stage of our relationship.

When I stopped you and told you how I felt, never was there another attempt to change my mind. Oh no, you accepted and respected me so much you would never try and push on. It was then that I started to see and truly understand just how much you love me. I felt so close to you and I’ll never forget it. You held me in your arms soothing and comforting me as I cried tears of love for us. It was then that I knew you were my dream come true. We spent the next few hours, those pre-dawn hours engaged in conversation at the waffle house. That was where and when I decided to break the news to you of my choice to depart for the next few months. Right then, you looked into my eyes with a depth of love and understanding that I had yet to appreciate. Your next gesture was so Heart Felt that my resolve nearly broke. You took my hand in yours and said, " when you come back, I want forever with you". Right then, my world was ending and beginning all in the same breath. I was the luckiest woman in the world, in deed; I was a woman at last. To this day as I express myself to you in my dear journal, you James, are my inspiration, my heart and soul, my destiny, I Love You.

June 30, 1979 Dear Journal

As I prepare myself for another trying day in this hot and humid place. I am compelled to write, for as the day touched my face to wake me, I awoke from a dream of you James. My dreams have increased as of late and so has this deep longing inside of me for you. I miss you sweet heart and I want to be with you as you wrap me with your arms for a snug Heart Felt hug. It seems that the flame of our love has been stoked into a full-blown inferno of passion and anticipation by this time of apart. During this time I have grown more in love with you than ever I thought possible and I am getting so excited about our wedding day quickly approaching. James, you are the man I was destined to marry and I want to so bad become your wife because I am so in love with you. I am now fully ready, and when I come home to you we will share in our loves strong embrace, my first Sensual Encounter.

Arianna

 

Copyright ©2004 By

© 2004 Mickey Pig Knuckles (All rights reserved)

Copyright ©2004 Heartfelt

" Chapter One "

" Seconds My Dear " 

There was someone knocking on my front door. I wasn’t expecting anyone this time of day, I wondered just who it could be. While looking through the peep hole in the door I was pleasantly surprised at who was standing outside my door. As I opened the door, I found myself being greeted by the most beautiful woman God ever placed on this Earth. I suddenly realized I was grinning from ear to ear, and my eyes must have lit up the night, because the first thing I noticed was the sparkle in her eyes and her face aglow.

She entered and walked right into my outstretched arms, which I quickly wrapped around her for a Heart Felt hug. I would not have ever opened my arms again if I had my way. I invited her to sit on my couch and get comfortable. As I sat down, I felt so much love when she sat down right next to me, actually touching me with her warm body. I could feel our passions building as we sat and gazed at one another. In times past, she had usually left quite a bit of space between us, for some reason. I had secretly wished during those times that she would sit close enough for me to put my arm around her shoulder and be able to touch her on the sly. Maybe our brief separation was a blessing in disguise as now our bodies wanted to become one together.

I love to listen to her sweet feminine voice while she shares with me the events of her day or days gone by. Her voice has a soothing, calming effect on me. But as I listen to her talk, I quite often look into her eyes and become mesmerized. Right in the middle of one of her sentences, I interrupted rudely. Unable to contain the feelings inside for her, I blurted out my God you are the most beautiful woman. Suddenly she shut me up by grabbing my head and planted a hard, hot, wet, passionate kiss on my lips. I almost felt like I was going to suffocate because it was the longest kiss she ever gave me. She literally took my breath away. There were no more words between us as now our desires were in control.

I rose up from my seat and reached for her hand. She placed her dainty hand in mine without reservation, and I helped her up. I picked her up in my arms and gently kissed her and said I Love You. I was looking at her soft pretty hair and into her sparkling eyes, I suddenly knew. The moment I had longed for, prayed for, hoped with all my heart for, for months had finally arrived. My heart skipped a large number of beats, and my breathing became erratic with anticipation, as I carried her toward the bedroom.

I gently sat her on the edge of the bed and kissed her sweet lips. She gently pushed me backward onto the bed so that I was seated upright. She began swaying back and forth to unheard music in her head, tantalizing me further, while she slowly removed her blouse from over her head. She turned her back to me as she reached behind and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I was mesmerized as she kept her back to me for what seemed an eternity.

Then slowly she turned sideways toward me, as her beautiful, rounded, firm mounds of flesh came into view with full erect nipples. Turning more, her brown nipples seemed to be pointing right at my eager eyes. What beauty this woman held just for me. Reaching up to grab her breasts with my hands, she backed away slightly, moving her index finger from side to side and saying not yet big boy as she grinned and continued to sway back and forth, teasing me greatly and enjoying it. She moved just enough so I could watch and enjoy the jiggling of her ample bosoms. I licked my lips with desire and found myself drooling. Apparently that was all she was waiting for, because it was then that she walked right into me, placing her breast right into my face and swished them back and forth against my out stretched warm tongue. I finally grabbed hold of both of them and pulled them together, putting both of her nipples into my mouth at the same time and licking and sucking on them in rotation. Oh yes, she liked this as she released a lasting sensual moan. They felt so good in my mouth and hands. I almost didn’t want to let go when she pulled away from me again. She waved at me suggestively as she walked toward the bathroom, without saying a word. I sat back on the bed and took a deep breath, still in shock over what was transpiring between us. She was teasing me and I wanted her so bad. My heart was beating faster than if I had run in a marathon.


Just as my pulse was returning to normal, she came back into the bedroom and I was very pleased to see she had left her panties behind. She lifted her leg up onto the bed beside me, revealing to me what I had only dreamed about to this point. I stared up into the most beautiful pair of lips that I had ever imagined. Tight, pink, lips with a cute little flap of flesh protruding, much like the petal of a flower. I blurted out, 'Wow, would I love to kiss those lips!' Without saying a word, she swayed sideways toward me and gently straddled my face, moving her hips slowly back and forth as my tongue touched every inch of her luscious full moist lips. My finger entered her as I was licking her and I hear another pleasurable moan from deep inside of her. Oh, how long had I waited to hear just such a moan from her. With my other hand I reached behind her and grabbed hold of the softest butt I had ever touched in my life and squeezed it while pulling her bottom down more tightly onto my lips. When at last she had had her fill of my tongue between her legs, after experiencing two climaxes that violently shook her whole body, she backed up and walked toward the bathroom once again. I finally felt like a man for the first time in months. Not only had I seen, touched, smelled, and even tasted the woman I loved, again I had given her pleasure, which is something I wanted to do more than receive the same for myself. At long last, I was a man again eagerly wanting to please my woman.

She slowly walked back into the room with a sensual glow in her eyes. As I rose to hold her in my arms, she pushed me back against the wall and grabbed hold of my basketball shorts and yanked them off of me in one violent tug. She then repeated that act with my boxer shorts. I was totally naked, as was she. My beautiful woman knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. There was no hiding my excitement, as the evidence was standing at full attention, much like the space shuttle on launch day. She dropped to her knees beside me, and grabbed my firm manhood with a death grip and started to stroke it up and down, back and forth, twisting her wrists from side to side as I moaned with pleasure. The tip was already wet and sticky as she then lowered her head over the tip and stuck her tongue out, licking in rotation around the head of my swollen member. I tried so hard to make it last, but if the truth be known, it had been months since I had been this close to my beautiful woman. I was afraid I would be like a teenager at his first meeting with a girl, which almost always meets with premature ejaculation. Boy, I hate that word. However, I was able to hold off a little longer than that, but only with extreme concentration. When I finally was able to stop my huffing and puffing as I was building to a point of no return, and whispered I’m coming between breaths, thinking she would back away, I was very surprised at what happened next. She clamped down harder with her lips and began sucking harder than I have ever experienced and with her other hand began squeezing my balls. The sensation caused me to explode in a climax unlike anything I had ever experienced. I was totally drained and out of breath and reached to hold my lady in my arms as she spit into a tissue. She then kissed me on the lips passionately, her tongue now tickling my tongue, and sucking on it. It wasn’t long before the space shuttle was back on the launch pad, and my breathing became more manageable.

She walked to the kitchen and brought back two bottles of water.
After quenching our thirst, she looked at me sweetly and finally said I
love you! I put my hand behind her head and gave her deep, loving kisses,
almost wanting to inhale her. She then gently pushed me once again back onto
my pillow, and straddled my face, stating 'Seconds anyone?'
Boy was I in the mood for seconds, and thirds, and
fourths....................

 By James L. McHenry

Copyright ©2004 James L. McHenry

Copyright ©2004 By

© 2004 Mickey Pig Knuckles (All rights reserved)

Copyright ©2004 Heartfelt

" Chapter Two "

" My Lovely Lady "

As you lay and rest upon our bed I jumped out of bed and headed for our bathroom. I wanted to fill a warm bath for you with lots of soapy bubbles topped with red rose petals. I came back to get you and picked you up in my arms for a Heart Felt hug and carried you into the bathroom. I wanted to pamper you with my love by bathing your soft skin. I slowly untied your sheer purple teddy and gently peeled it slowly off your gorgeous body gently kissing your warm skin as it became exposed to me. My blood was racing through my body like the Indy 500 but no time for a pit stop now. Your body was responsive to my gentle kisses by the soft little moans I was hearing which encouraged me even more. Now I got down on my hands and knees in front of you and opened my mouth and gently bit at the crotch of your wet panties as to not tug your thick curly hairs. I began pulling at them but your wetness was sticky and acting as glue. Suddenly, your moistness finally let go and allowed my teeth to pull them down and off of you. I then placed my hands on your soft butt cheeks and pulled you right into my face for a very intimate sniff and kiss of your moist womanhood. I licked down one leg and lifted it up into the tub and then the other. Then you slowly sank into the bubbled warm water topped with the red rose petals. When WOW! Oh my God! I can see your wet skin bobbing within the bubbles from the tub. I see your beautiful body and want to touch you all over. You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever known. I try to sit next to the tub so I can wash your soft skin but My Manhood is firmly hard with the first glance of your warm, wet breasts. I stand in awe of you gazing; knowing how lucky I am that you let me enter into your private world. My eyes bulge out and the desire in my loins is so intense that I can barely breathe.
Mickey Pig Knuckles

Considering my engorged manhood I move forward to gently touch your nipples and fondle your breasts. Your nipples swell like they are bursting with honey; just waiting for my warm tongue to gently taste first one and then the other. My erection is so very hard and flowing with juice from the engorged head. I am so hungry for you that my breath comes in gasps, and I feel weak like I am going to faint from the desire welling up inside of me, ravaging my heart, making me feel like a lion in the jungle roaring for his mate. I slowly lick the first nipple and then the other, darting between them both. Then my mouth wraps around one nipple and suctions your breast while I am looking up into your softly glowing eyes. It is like I am trying to inhale it and take it to my whole mouth. No one has ever filled me with this much excitement. I have never been in such heat wanting you so bad. No one has made tears of longing and happiness well up in my eyes. I love you now more than any human being alive, and I am one with love for the first time in my life. You are my soul, my heart, you make my dreams come true. My every existence now depends on you.

My eyes move down your body eagerly drinking in the curves of your flesh, the luxurious roundness of your sweet hips, and the firm, beautiful ass. I marvel at the magic of your thighs. Your furry mound is so pretty, black, hairy, silky and exciting; revealing beautiful pink lips inviting me to fill my mouth with pleasure. As you try and take hold of my hand and guide me to your honey spot I pull away and say, Oh Honey, not so quickly. I reach for the bar of soap and lather my hand and gently start scrubbing your back, neck and shoulders. I gently nibble on your ears as I lather my hand again and slowly move my hand towards the front of you. I run my soapy finger around the base of your full breasts as you begin to quiver anticipating my full hand on them. I gently let my finger sweep across your fully engorged nipples and I hear it, a little moan of pleasure escaping between your sweet lips. Suddenly my hand cups your breasts and squeezes them and you squeal out with desire for more. My hand slowly moves lower towards your naval and circles around the circumference and slowly penetrates. Your own heat has now turned into an inferno and you take your hands and try to guide mine onto your electrified womanhood. I slowly let you guide me and you take my finger and insert it deeply inside of you as you let out such a deep moan. I just leave it there not moving it around or pulsing in and out as your pulsating feels so good squeezing on my finger. I look at you and see your immediate desire for me and give you a very passionate kiss. I pull my finger out and rinse you off and lift you up and pull you out and slowly dry you off.

I do not bother to dress you cause I have something in store for you. I take you in my arms and carry you quickly to our bed. I place you on your back gently, and bend down to kiss you. I watched your knees raise and your legs spread wide open for me. Revealing more and more of your wonderful, pink, moist skin and engorged puckered lips. I knelt before you and placed my face right between your legs and let my warm tongue lightly lick your thick curly hairs not making contact with your eagerly wanting lips. Your hands grabbed the back of my head as you tried to pull me into you harder wanting my tongue to make contact. Then it happened as I could not resist any longer and gave into your wanting. With just the tip of my tongue I let it flicker the soft folds of your flesh petals. Your womanly smell was driving me crazy and wanting you so bad but it was a fight to contain myself to pleasure my beautiful lady. I took my finger and gently circled around the opening and barely let it penetrate inside of you, touching and feeling your clit as your flesh swells and you respond to my touch with a sweet cry of pleasure.

Now, with an urgency I have never known before, I begin kissing your stomach; my mouth moving everywhere as my saliva was just pouring out of my mouth. I gently touch your inner thighs and probe deeper inside of you with my warm tongue. You are so hot and wet inside. Your body is so intense as your hands control my head forcing my face firmly into you. Tears of joy and longing flow from your eyes and you call out my name, "Poo Bear oh Poo Bear eat me! Eat me!" And I do eat with passion and lust. My tongue ring drives you insane with a tickling sensation unknown to you before. My tongue plunges deeper and my fingers probe inside seeking your "G spot" to explode this most fantastic spot. I can feel your urgency as you buck up pulling me deeper within you. I want this to be the best ever for you, and your moans and insistent demands tell me it is. I feel you letting go and having an orgasm now over and over again, but still crying out for more and more of my love, and you shall have it!

I rise up from you with a very hard need for love that has never been equaled. But I will not move in haste. I must make this pleasure last as long as I can. For I am hungry for you beyond reason, even beyond desire, with feelings inside driving me wild. You are my fantastic love! My gorgeous Goddess of mythology, the magical Queen of my heart, my beautiful everything. Oh how I love you! Now with just a little composure before I partake of my pleasure, I am able to feast my eyes on all of you. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder, and I see the woman who sends me off like a rocket ship to fly forever in the Universe; shouting and screaming, singing, laughing, and dancing my way past the stars; because I am so happy now that you are mine. I have stolen your love away! No one else can have you! I will never give it back or surrender it. I will die first. I pledge my life for your love forever. You are mine! All mine! By just looking at you, my love carries me to a heavenly world of bliss. You are perfection and I am yours forever. Oh my angel, please love me the way I love you; completely and from the depths of my soul. Just hold me close and spread your legs; let me enter your haven of love forever as we become one.

Now, let us feel my shaft slowly enter your tight, hot canal and complete you and our desires. Lead me on deeper and deeper as our hot bodies mesh and bond into one. Surge against me now as our passionate grinding writhe in unison with perfect movement and harmony, as I push inside of you deeply, searching for the happiness that awaits me there. Squeeze, oh I can feel your clamping power now, Oh God I can feel myself approaching my destination, the end of my journey lies straight ahead. The deep intense, pleasure inside my pulsating erection. The engorged head, the involuntarily flexing and swelling of my shaft; as your hungry womanhood muscles tighten and flex around it. You moan and cry and call out my name, as your nails dig into my back making sure I won’t escape your hold and I equal your temporary insanity; driven by a wild crazy urge of intense pleasure rising inside of me and crying out for release. Pumping in and out hard and fast, I plunge in to the hilt again and again, for you are so wet and hot and ready for me; screaming and scratching deeply with your nails along my spine, leaving bloody evidence of your love and passion for me. I hold my load; driving deeper and deeper inside, knowing it's too intense and marvelous to hold back any longer. I cry out your name once with an animal intensity and rage unknown before. Spurting my love juice deep inside of you as you tightly clamp me making sure you get every last drop. As pleasure ripples throughout your body and explodes from within, as you orgasm and orgasm time and time again! Now we are one with the universe: One soul, one heart, one being! We evaporate into the atmosphere rising together in one great spasm of love. Oh what a gorgeous woman you are my dear! I love you! I really, really love you! I just lay on top of you kissing your sweet lips fully inside throbbing as we drift off to sleep!!!!!

" Chapter Three "
" Whats On The Menu "

After a good nights sleep, I woke up first, decided since my beautiful woman was still sleeping I would pamper her with a nice breakfast. As I got out of bed and looked at her female figure under those covers I wanted to get back in and love her. I bent over and gently kissed the lovely lobe of her precious ear and quietly heard a soft moan of love escaping through her closed lips. I went to the bathroom and took care of morning business and quickly rushed down into the kitchen. Looking through the cabinets and finding them almost completely bare of food decided to check in the freezer and found some waffles. I popped four of them into the toaster and made some coffee while thinking of my beautiful woman still in our bed sleeping. I began to drift away from making breakfast while my thoughts are with her holding her, kissing her, and telling her just how much I cherish her. Suddenly I smelt something starting to burn which quickly brought me back to my task of making breakfast. It was too late though as the waffles were kind of burnt. I decided to scrape the blackness off with the edge of the butter knife making the waffles look kind of rough and scraped but they will be covered with butter and syrup. I poured a cup of coffee and grabbed the newspaper and went to see her. As soon as I entered the bedroom I was greeted by a Heart Felt glow coming from her beautiful face. I took the tray over to her and handed it to her and bent over to kiss her sweet lips. I was not hungry, not being a breakfast kind of guy so I laid next to her and took her fork and cut her a bite and fed her a bite of waffle followed by a kiss. I fed her several bites of waffle and then a drink of coffee with many kisses.Mickey Pig Knuckles

I guess the food was making her feel playful and sensual at the same time as she took her finger and rubbed it into some syrup and then across my chest and then licked it off. Wow, what an electrifying sensation as I felt myself spring up fully with a steel hard erection. She saw my response and giggled and looked at me with such a warm twinkle in her eyes. Now she took her whole hand and ran it across the top of the waffles to saturate her hand and then right through my boxer opening went her hand. Between the warmness and stickiness of the syrup I felt like I would explode right there but I held it in somehow. I knew what was next and wanted her slippery tongue and warm mouth wrapped around me so bad now. She was teasing me as she just held onto me with such a strong grip, sensually pulsing and squeezing her hand driving me insane. She looked into my eyes and said do you want it big boy? She then kissed me and took her warm tongue and started licking south. Slowly past my chest and belly button right to the tip of my glistening mushroom head where she took the tip of her tongue and flickered it back and fourth across the eye. Suddenly I felt myself being sucked inside of her warm wet mouth and I was so eager to explode. I think she got three mouth strokes as I could not maintain control any longer and started shooting like a Tommy machine gun with what felt like a thousand rounds. My whole body was quivering and my heart was racing in the marathon once again. She then gave me a kiss and my love juice was shared between the both of us. I must say that was one sweet kiss. This time it was her that dished out the pleasure and I think I will make breakfast more often especially waffles. She finished her coffee while I was still gathering my composure and said to me honey, I need to make a run to the market for some groceries and run a few other errands. I took her tray and went down to the kitchen to clean the dishes so my beautiful woman could get herself ready. I just finished drying the last dish when she entered the room looking so beautiful. I felt like I was going to melt right there in front of her into a blob of flesh at her feet. She said she was going to get her hair done and shop a little and go to the market to restock our empty cabinets. I told her that’s fine and to be careful as I would find some things to do around the house. She took her purse and pulled her keys out and came over to me and said I love you big boy. I took her in my arms and wrapped them around her tightly for a heart felt hug. She kissed me with so much passion I asked her if she wanted to stay. She winked at me and gave me one of her heart melting smiles and said I’ll see you later my love and went out the door. Little does she know while I was looking in the cabinets earlier I found the ingredients for a nice dinner. I decided to make her really happy by cleaning some things around the house and running the vacuum over the floors. I started preparing dinner but first I had to put on my special apron. I only cook with either my boxers on or my special apron. It only covers the front as the backside is completely open.

I was so busy I never heard her come in when all of the sudden I felt some warm hands cupping and squeezing my butt cheeks. I turned to face her and gave her a kiss and her hair was down and simple and yet looked good and she had cute little gold ring shaped earrings on. I admonished her for swiping a carrot and offered her a bread stick. Arianna grinned and gave me another kiss, completely unexpected and so full of passion. I think she liked the long hard bread stick and she was sliding it in and out of her mouth with a sensual glitter in her eye. When she pulled away she grabbed the bottle of wine and put it on my butt cheeks and giggled. I was shocked at the coolness and quivered away as she chased me. She caught me up against the kitchen wall and firmly pressed herself into me making me want her so bad right there and then. I started licking her neck and nibbling at her ear lobes whispering into her ear canal, I love you. She said hey big boy, what is that I feel as she backed away to see this long man stick protruding out from the front of my apron. Just the sight of my full attention for her set her on fire as she again pressed firmly into me and started grinding into me. I was getting so horny for her I wanted to skip dinner and make sweet love to her but I was hungry and made us a nice dinner. She was hungry too now but not for any dinner as she lifted my apron and slowly traced the long length of my fully erect stick. She bent down and kissed me gently and pressed her face into me sniffing deeply. I felt her tongue circling my balls as her fingers were rolling around the engorged head. She finally stood up and pressed tightly into me again and said I want you honey, I want you right now. Her skin was a soft glow of a warm sensual pinkish color covered with little goose bumps and her breathing was deeply quickened.

She slowly walked me towards the table which luckily had not been set yet and gently pushed me down onto the top. By this time dinner was the last thing on my mind as I slid a hand down through her blouse and cupped her breasts through her bra. I was lightly squeezing as my finger flickered across her now erect nipple. My beautiful woman was on fire and panting and moaning while slurping and kissing my steel hard erection. I felt the rumbling deep inside of my Tommy machine gun reloading for another explosive discharge when she climbed up on top of me. I quickly fumbled to undo her slacks, which seemed like the biggest challenge of my life as I was so excited my fingers, and hands were shaking violently just as an earth quake shaking the land for a eruption. My eruption was going to happen quickly but I wanted it to shoot deeply inside of her. She helped me get them off of her and since I was so close to blowing up she moved her panty crotch over to the side and she guided me inside of her quivering love canal. Just as I started to slowly penetrate her I felt myself starting to cum and I knew this was going to be a blissful sensation. Suddenly as I pushed in a little deeper I felt her tighten on me and that was it I started to rattle off the rounds again. This was one of the best sessions we have both had since she had an orgasm at the moment I was and our bodies were cumming together as one. As soon as we finished and recaptured our breath I told her, I love you more than love and asked her if she wanted some dinner now. As I brought the pasta and salad to the table, and then went back for the sauce and cheese, Arianna popped the cork and poured the wine, not bothering with all the savoring and sampling BS. Throughout dinner Arianna told me she had a present for me and I became very aroused. I wanted to know what it was and tried to get her to tell me. She would just smile at me and kept winking. I even tried a different tack and asked where it was, but all to no avail. Arianna seemed to be in one of the best moods I could remember her in, and it made the night go by, and then she helped me clear the table and load the dishwasher. When we were all done, I gave up all pretenses and asked where my present was, and again Arianna dismissed me and told me to be patient. I would have pressed on further but something in the way she said it might be the best present she had ever given me made me find a little more patience.

Together hand in hand we went into the living room and sat on the couch, flipping through the channels and catching "Swordfish" already started. As soon as Halle Berry bared her $500,000.00 breasts, Arianna changed the channel until she found a rerun of the A-Team, a show we both still love. Soon we were snuggled up together and laughing at the top of the line 1984 desktop computers on the episode, and I realized Arianna wasn't laughing anymore, she was facing me with a serious look. Arianna fumbled with the remote and shut off the TV and then leaned in and kissed me, and after about 3 seconds I responded. My mind was reeling as the next kiss she parted her lips and invited my tongue and we kissed deeply like that night she came back. Arianna shifted closer and put her arms around me and we were kissing so furiously that I was short of breath. Then just like that we broke for air, and Arianna sat back, then with a blank look on her face she got off the couch and stood before me, staring intently at me. I was nervous, partly because I had gotten the beginnings of an erection and part of me; well most of me wanted whatever was happening to continue. Arianna slowly began to unbutton her blouse and I sat still, wide eyed and took it all in. Slowly, button by button she undid her blouse, revealing a snug lacy white bra after the fourth button. It felt like hours went by as Arianna slowly stripped off her blouse, and when she shrugged it off her shoulders, I noticed two things; her breasts seemed to swell against and almost strain her bra and her nipples were so stiff as if to poke through her lacy cups. Not a word had been spoken, almost as if both of us were afraid to break the spell, and then despite her slacks giving her trouble, Arianna climbed onto and straddled my lap. As silly as it sounds, I was worried she would feel my erection, and yet inch by inch I was getting harder in a hurry. Another long, hot deep kiss, a pause and then Arianna produced her neck and I nuzzled it and nibbled her ear, grazing her cheek and chin and embracing her deeply again. I know my heart was pounding and my breathing was short, but I could feel it from her, and then she struggled to her feet and smiled. Next she reached behind herself and peeled her panties off, the moistness of her thick curly haired mound was sticking to the crotch rewardingly loud in the silence. As she wiggled the panties down I sucked in a breath at the sight of not only her lower body, but the thickness of her hairy patch concealing her treasure. Once her panties were at her feet, Arianna grinned at me and teased me with undoing her bra, and then she smiled and climbed back onto me again. This time while we were kissing she tugged and pulled at my boxer shorts and I finally assisted her in pulling them off. Without getting off my lap, Arianna leaned back and in one of the swiftest moves I have ever seen unclasped her bra one handed. Without wasted motion she slipped it off and tossed it behind her. Her firm round breasts were perfectly erect with little goose bumps circling the nipples. Her breasts had the cutest tan line on each tit, barely a triangle in front of each nipple and golden brown aureole. Arianna stared at me and finally asked "Well?" as I was stuck looking at and admiring her beautiful womanly body. I took hold of them right away, wasting no time in taking one, then the other in my mouth and sucking and nibbling every inch especially her tender nipples. I found out that just touching, let alone kissing and sucking on her nipples arouses her intensely, and soon Arianna was panting on my lap. Speaking of my lap, Arianna must have read my mind or else decided it was her turn, she gasped at the sight of my 9 ½ inch cock; although I was so hard it might have measured 10 or 11 at that point. Arianna took my hand and led me to the bedroom and wasted no time by pressing me against the wall and let me fall to my knees and firmly kiss her soft curly hairs. She stood me back up after only one kiss and with a memorable smile she said "I love you big boy" and again pressed herself against me like saran wrap atop a plate, leaving me no time or thought capacity to think about the ‘present' she was giving me.

As cliched as it sounds, when I entered Arianna it felt like Heaven, hot, wet and tight, almost as if molded to my size and shape, and we made the best love I can ever remember. I held off as long as I could and Arianna had a screaming climax that was the last thing I expected to ever hear. Then as I slipped deeper and faster into her and felt myself cresting the edge, she said the two words I had always dreamed of hearing her say, "Fuck Me". Just as she said that my Tommy machine gun exploded unlike before and I knew I hit my target this time. As much as I would like to end the story here, there is one more thing, as big a surprise to me as it should be to you. Doing special things for my beautiful woman always pays off in the most beautiful way. While we were bonding together in bed after just making sweet beautiful love, Arianna kissed me and told me thank you for being my man forever and thank you for cleaning the house and fixing us some dinner. She also said, Poo Bear, you are a great chef but you my precious big boy will always be what’s on my menu. I took her hand intertwining my fingers through hers and whispered into her ear, I love you Arianna as we drifted off to sleep.

 By James L. McHenry

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