The weekend was progressing exactly as planned.  Betsy's life story continued with her waiting to end her relationship with Ron.  She regretted the previous period of her life but she was still grateful for the experiences.  After all, Betsy reasoned, it was these experiences that made her what she was today and Betsy was extremely happy with her present life.  She had met Danny a few years ago and he was that one person who each person hoped to meet in his or her lifetime.

Betsy couldn't remember how long she remained loyal to Ron but it must have been many months.  Having sex with Ron's friends and strangers was something that changed Betsy.  She became numb when it first happened and quickly fell into Ron's devious trap.  Today she realized that he used her to satisfy his perverted sexual desires, but back then, she would do anything, absolutely anything, to please him.  The ultimate reward in the world to Betsy, then, was being accepted by Ron even though she knew what she was doing was wrong.  It amazed her that a southern, Baptist girl could do such immoral things.

The middle period of Ron's relationship lasted far longer than Betsy would have liked.  Now she thought back to how naïve and stupid she had been, as the relationship progressed onto the next stage.  At the time she should have been suspicious when Ron begged her to dress up.  He even provided her with the attire and at first Betsy merely mumbled a few excuses for not wearing the clothes.  Ron quickly convinced her that it would make him happy if she dressed up and he persisted until she eventually surrendered.

Ron even helped and coaxed her, as she dressed, and he kept giving her compliments the whole time.  The attire was far sexier than she would ever wear out in public but that didn't deter Ron.  She wore a very short, black skirt that hugged her seductive hips like wet silk.  The skirt covered what Betsy considered the skimpiest thong panties, as they consisted of nothing but a small heart-shaped patch over the tip of her pelvis.  Attached to the patch were mere strings holding the heart in place, which gave her the feeling of not wearing any panties.

She wore a sheer black blouse that revealed a lot more than Betsy liked.  It was see-through and she breathed a big sigh of relief that there were small pockets directly over her breasts.  Luckily, she thought, the pockets helped hide the fact her snow-white bra was a cutout type, which left her areolas and nipples fully exposed.  Betsy wondered whatever made her fall for Ron's devious scheme but then she remembered that her devotion to the man was about to change.

Dressed in black and donning knee-high, black boots, Betsy glanced at herself in the mirror and the sexy sight took her breath away.  Today, lying on the bed dreaming about those early years brought back an awful memory.  She recalled that she was going to protest and plead with Ron but she didn't get the chance.  Ron grabbed her by the arm and they were out the door of her apartment before she could say or do anything.

All of a sudden a powerful tremor shot up her backbone with the thought of how the end came.  Like she did in the morning dreamland session, Betsy laid flat on her back with her arms and legs outstretched in spread-eagle fashion.  It felt much better when she assumed the prisoner-like position, which gave her the feeling of helplessness.

The images and visualizations were revolting and Betsy questioned her willpower to watch it all.  This was the interval of her life that was the hardest to recall and think about.  'Yes,' she thought, 'I must see it and then maybe I can forget.'  She closed her eyes and her eyelids lit up with the next installment.

Ron took her arm and they walked to the hotel room without saying a word.  When the door opened, Betsy knew the relationship was over.  She had to make a break and tell Ron that she did not want him anymore.  But sadly for Betsy, the movie played out in her head, and the eventual breakup would come later.

Ron had to push her into the room.  She stumbled across the floor until she was standing about a foot in front of the fattest man.  "Gino is paying you... and paying you dearly.  So make it good, baby," Ron said.  Ron blocked any exit and Betsy stood on legs that were almost ready to collapse.

A tear came to her eye realizing she was a whore.  Being paid for sex was the last thing in the world Betsy thought she would do.  All of a sudden Gino stood up and started stripping his clothes.  Her eyes opened so wide they hurt when she saw his fat belly revealed.  The man had no shame and he let his big stomach jiggle uncontrollably with her looking on.  When Gino was completely naked, Betsy thought she was going to be sick.

Probably the worst part of it all, Betsy reasoned now long after the sordid event, was the fact she still remembered his name.  Betsy considered Gino the grossest man she had ever met.  She dreamed of that horrible night and shuddered so hard that the bed began to shake.  If this was the way to forget, then Betsy was determined to remember it all.

Gino sat on the edge of the bed and he sort of leaned backwards, which was the only way she was ever going to get at his manhood.  Betsy stared at his pecker, as it hovered below his big belly, and she almost wanted to laugh at how silly he looked.  Gino's cock looked small and paltry next to his oversized belly and it was extraordinarily thin compared to the rest of his body.  His fat stomach looked ugly and she shivered at the thought of touching it. 

All of a sudden Ron had his hands on her.  "Take your blouse and skirt off... so Gino can see what you look like," Ron whispered.  "Com'on baby... show him your tits... and your gorgeous pussy.  Show him what he's getting for his money, babe."

Betsy never knew if Ron stripped her clothes or she did it.  Suddenly she was standing in her bra and panties and Gino's eyes were bugged out at the sight of the cutout bra.  "Holy, sweet Jesus!  What knockers!  Her fucking tits are gorgeous, Ron, and those nipples...!"

It was probably the first and only time in his life that Gino was in charge.  "Turn around... show me all you got, Sweetheart," he ordered.  Somehow she remained on her feet and slowly turned around.  "Oooooh, now that's beautiful.  Come a little closer, Sweetheart... I'm not going to hurt you."

Suddenly Ron shoved her next to the bed.  Gino sat up and his hands got busy.  He popped her boobs out of the bra and used his hands to fondle her making sure his fingers lingered on her nipples.  Then she flinched when his right hand swooped downward and covered the delicate heart-shaped thong.  Gino rammed his pudgy fingers between her thighs, which she was trying to keep closed, and he let his vulgar middle finger press against the string between her legs.

Ron was standing directly behind her and he held her steady for Gino.  She looked down and saw the filthy man was stretching her nipple far out from her chest.  All of a sudden Ron kicked her feet apart and that was all Gino needed.  "Sweet mother of God... my finger is in," he whizzed hardly able to contain his excitement.  "I'm in... I'm fucking in her cunt.  My finger is in her cunt!"

Betsy vividly remembered crying at that point, but the worst was yet to come.  She bucked up and down trying to evade his pudgy finger but it was hopeless, as he finger-fucked her.  Gino was close enough to smell the sweet scent of heaven and it was a drug to his overly aroused mind.  "Get down, Sweetheart... on your knees," he said laying back on the bed so his pelvis was openly displayed.  "Suck it, Sweetheart... earn your fucking money!"

Ron pushed her down to her knees until the small penis was mere inches from her overly flushed face.  The moment was a lasting memory for Betsy and she remembered staring at the man's gross belly and small cock.  It was utterly profound and Betsy could not believe her dilemma.  "Suck'im baby... and make it good," Ron whispered.

Suddenly her head was in Gino's lap and his pecker was in her fist.  She was positive Ron kept his hand on the back of her head the whole time but what did it really matter now, she reasoned.  Suddenly her forehead was hitting his belly and it was impossible to reach his cock with her mouth.  Her momentary relief was ended when Ron coaxed her onto the bed so that she was sideways to the fat man.  Nothing was in her way so it was easy for Ron to shove her head until it was on top of Gino's cock.

Her lips held tightly closed for a brief moment, but then someone forced her head downwards with a violent push.  Gino's cock was shoved into her mouth and she struggled madly trying to keep it from going down her throat.  Her mouth was like a volcano to Gino and the heat quickly robbed his resolve to prolong the experience.

Betsy felt his overstuffed body tighten like a violin string and she didn't like the tune.  His cock throbbed like crazy and she realized Gino's stamina was limited.  Betsy would never forget that first blast of cum when it hit the back of her throat like a rocket.  She vowed at that moment to do whatever it took to end her relationship with Ron.

The burning lava surprised Betsy, but not nearly as much as the size of the man's reservoir.  It seemed like Gino would never stop filling her mouth with the sticky, creamy cum and eventually she began to choke.  When the end finally came, she breathed a sigh of relief thinking it was over.  But her hopes were quickly dashed.  "Damn!  I haven't had an orgasm like that in years... Now let's see what her pussy is like?"  Gino spoke and all Betsy could do was wonder.

"This fucking Viagra will keep me hard for hours... Let's see what this whore can do."  Betsy had no idea that Gino was using a new remedy, which cured a man's erection problems.  Even though the pill was not actually distributed to the public yet, Gino had gotten a trial sample.  He worked for Pfizer, the company that developed Viagra, and Gino personally knew the scientist who invented the drug.

The drug was actually developed as a heart medication to treat angina and hypertension but the company quickly realized the pill had far more dramatic affects on erectile dysfunction.  Pfizer realized the greater potential in that area and started a few preliminary tests.  Although the clinical trials didn't commence until the early 90's, the pill was available to a select few in the late 80's.  When Gino heard of the tremendous power of the new pill, he used his influence to attain a trial sample from his friend.  Although he hadn't used Viagra during sex, Gino was well aware of how long he retained a hardon after taking just one pill.

Betsy's tears came again but neither man cared.  In a split second, her bra and panties were ripped off her body leaving her dressed only in high-top boots.  Looking back on it, she now realized that both men found her nakedness alluring and sexy.  Betsy remembered how she kept her eyes closed, not able to look at the man.  Gino shifted around until he was between her splayed legs, which were forced apart by the big man.  Betsy felt him poking around with his penis and eventually he inserted the narrow head into her wetness.

Suddenly he started riding her like a mad bull and all she hoped for was that he would climax quickly.  That did not happen and Betsy endured what she considered the most painful nightmare.  He pumped his pecker in and out for minutes, which could easily have been hours.  Eventually he began to sweat like a pig from the strenuous exercise.  The sweat ran off his brow and off his chest falling onto her twisting torso, which merely added the Gino's enjoyment.

After what seemed like an eternity, Gino pulled out.  "I'm having a hard time... use your tits," he ordered.  At first she didn't know what he meant but he made it clear.  "Use your tits... wrap those jugs around my cock... make me cum again, Honey."

Betsy almost fainted when he shifted around to lie flat on his back.  Once again Ron was there to ensure her obedience and he prodded her until she was crouching between the man's fat, hairy legs.  His hard cock bobbed just below his fat belly and she slowly moved hoping to end her turmoil quickly.

She crawled upward until her chest was just over his groin, and then she did it.  Betsy arched her back enough so that she could put her boobs on either side of his cock, and then she put her hands on the sides of her breasts.  She moaned when her hands pushed sideways until her boobs squashed the cock between them.

As dumbfounded as she must have been back then, Betsy willingly moved up and down so that her tits stroked Gino's cock.  She remembered looking down at the head of his cock poking up with every stroke and suddenly it happened.  The thick cum blasted from the end of his cock and hit her right in the face.  Again the man's juices were limitless and he covered her upper chest, neck and chin with the white cream.

Gino had no sooner climaxed when she was manhandled again.  The man had the endurance of a raging bull, which was obviously the result of the little blue pills.  Weakened from what she had gone through, Betsy almost died when Gino handed Ron another wad of bills.   "Here... this is for one more.  She's the best whore... ever," Gino whispered to her boyfriend.  "I can keep a hardon for one more... I want that luscious ass!"

It happened very quickly and Betsy was helpless.  The two determined men easily rotated her body until she was bent over the edge of the bed.  Her knees were on the floor and her upper body was draped on the bed, as the strong men held her prisoner.  Betsy remembered screaming at Ron for mercy but to no avail.  When the rotten man touched her ass with his everlasting hard cock, her heart stopped.

The memory was hazy but she remembered Gino playing around with her open slit most likely getting his penis covered with lubrication.  Betsy sobbed when he put the head of his cock at the entrance to her precious hole.  And then she felt him push... and push... and push until the narrow shaft was in.  She couldn't even put her arms down or reach behind because Ron was on the bed holding her arms high above her head.

It was the longest journey for Betsy.  She sobbed and cried and Gino kept fucking her ass like a madman.  He surely must have reamed her out and she was actually glad when he climaxed in her ass putting an end to the nasty affair.

The remainder of the night was nothing but a blur, as she thought about it now.  Betsy vaguely remembered Gino leaving the hotel room while she and Ron stayed.  She cringed thinking back to how they had sex before Ron had to go home to his wife.  That merely confirmed her decision to end the relationship with the man she once thought was the man of her dreams.  

***

Betsy remained in a trance enjoying the wonderful chance to slip back in time.  She was almost to the end of the worst chapter of her life and rushed forward wanting it to be over.  The movie resumed with Ron showing up at her place unannounced.  Betsy had gone over everything in her mind and she knew exactly what to tell him.

Betsy had decided to end the relationship, but all of a sudden, she was deathly afraid.  Ron stood at the door of her apartment expecting a kiss and that was what he got.  They embraced and Ron told her how much he loved her.  His voice was soft and loving and suddenly Betsy lost her nerve.

Ron told her that he was taking her somewhere special.  He then told her that they were going to meet his boss who was a very influential man and the head of a big, powerful company.  Ron stressed that it would go a long way to his getting promoted if his boss approved of her.  With all her courage gone with the wind, Betsy shuddered to think that she would have to endure one more night with Ron.

She remembered making a few feeble excuses for not going out but nothing worked at the time.  Ron justified her dressing up again and Betsy was completely dumbfounded at how malleable she was then.  He handed her a bundle of clothes and told her that his boss would find her ravishing when she dressed up.  Betsy remembered the clothes and it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine remembering how good she looked that night.

She wore a jet-black, evening dress and undergarments to match.  The strapless gown was perfect, as it was fairly loose, but still clung to every curve of her tall, lithe body.  The material was rich silk-like and the dress made her look very provocative and alluring.  Her bra didn't have straps and it was made of shear lace with pushup cups that made her breasts appear overly seductive.  She shivered thinking of what Ron's boss said when he saw them.

The rest of her attire added to her beauty.  Her panties were skimpy but they did cover all her abundant assets.  They were cut tantalizingly high on the sides, which gave her the appearance of being a tall, lanky Amazon.  The black high heels were stiletto type and Betsy appeared ready for an elegant party.

The way Ron got her to do everything he wanted simply amazed Betsy to this day.  They went to a luxury condo where his boss lived and the elevator ride up the tower complex to the top was quiet and eerie.  Just before the elevator stopped, Ron decided to talk.  "Stan... that's my boss.  He will probably want to have a nice dinner and then maybe some dancing.  I'm not sure what he'll do... but he was very pleased when he saw your picture," he said.  "This is really important.  He promised me a promotion if things went good."

'If things went good'... Betsy had no illusions as to what that meant.  When the doors of the elevator opened, she had a hard time walking when they went to the door of the condo.  Luckily for Betsy, Ron held her by the arm but when the doorbell rang, it was like someone put a heavy weight on her chest.  The door opened and she felt the whole world coming down on her.

"You must be Betsy.  I've heard so much about you... please, come in," the ruggedly handsome man said.  His hand motioned for her to enter and he took her arm from Ron.  Then Stan guided her over to a table, which was richly setup for dining.  "You look ravishing... truly gorgeous, my dear."

The smug grin on Stan's face told Betsy everything she needed to know.  She reasoned that she was in big trouble and her heart beat so fast it was hard for her to breath.  Her chest pounded and Betsy hoped it wasn't too noticeable.

The three ate a lovely meal and then the fun started.  Ron's boss obviously had too much wine and his cordial manner suddenly changed.  "I ssink we should go into my entertainment room for somessing to drink... yano, sort of take the edge off," he said with a little slur, and a chuckle.  She found nothing funny at all with what the man said but didn't know how to get out of her mounting dilemma.

This was the point of the evening that Betsy's memory stopped... up until today.  The demons had always been too strong to continue but suddenly she vowed to see it through to the very end.  Ron's boss invited them into a large room set up for entertaining guests to his lavish home.

Looking back on it, Betsy saw how things progressed.  Both men already had too much to drink but that didn't stop them from consuming more.  Stan handed her a drink and then he began kissing her neck and shoulders, as he stood slightly behind her.  Despite her shrugs and attempts to get away from his caresses, Stan wasn't a bit deterred.  At one point she considered sitting down but quickly decided it was better to be on her feet.

On drink number two, Stan got much bolder.  Music played in the background and they danced.  He kept putting his hands on her waist, her hips and even her behind.  Every time she tried to evade his assault, he merely moved his hands to another place so that it was a constant fondling.

On drink number three, she, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol.  Now when they danced, her evasive actions lagged his bold fondling and caresses by a second or two.  One time Stan even pulled the top of her dress out far enough so he could see her entire bare breast.  Probably the worst memory of that part was her giggling along with his excited laughter when he threatened to pop her boob right out of her bra and dress.

Now the movie skipped right along because Betsy was determined to expose all that happened during that frightful night.  Stan turned the music up a little louder and they danced some more.  The constant dancing and returning to the bar for more drinks were taking a toll on Betsy.  They danced for a little while; drank for a little while, and then refilled their glasses with drink number six.  Today, Betsy could only assume Stan had put more alcohol into her drinks than she was used to, because her memory of what happened next was somewhat blurred.

Ron's boss waltzed her down a hallway and into what she thought was a bedroom.  Now she could see it was really a dungeon, a room where a deviate, perverted man did things to women without any regard for their well-being.

Tears welled-up in her eyes, as she continued to recall the drastic events.  The room was dimly lit and at first Betsy didn't realize what she was getting into.  When the devious man locked handcuffs on her dainty wrists, she was too confused to speak.  Then the cuffs were tied to straps coming down from the ceiling and suddenly Betsy was helpless.  Stan tightened the straps until she was forced to stand on her tiptoes.

All of a sudden Betsy realized the peril she was in.  "What... gawd, please... what are you doing?  Let me go... please!" she said with as much emotion as she could muster.  Glancing down, Betsy saw that her extended arms being stretched above her head had pulled her boobs right out of her bra and dress.  The lacy bra was completely above the top of her dress and looking closer, Betsy saw her bra was sagging downward revealing the top portion of her nipples.

Stan moved directly in front of her and put his face up to hers.  "Ron tells me you like getting fucked by strangers," he said.  Then he forced his finger into her mouth and flicked her tongue up and down.  "Fucked in the mouth... fucked in the cunt... fucked in the ass," he said.  His free hand first covered her pelvis, which she tried in vain to move backwards.  "Tells me you like it rough!"  Then he moved his hand behind Betsy and squeezed her ass in a most threatening manner. 

"I'm going to make you beg, slut... beg me to fuck your precious cunt... beg me to fuck this precious ass," he whispered giving her ass another big squeeze.  Betsy thought of kicking the man but quickly gave that up when the weight of her body put too much strain on her wrists.  She merely wriggled and twisted feeling his brazen hands start roaming all over her body.  Stan purposely pinched the top portion of her dress with his thumb and forefinger before pushing the garment all the way down to her waist.  A smile crossed his face, as he glared down, leering at her succulent breasts, which were almost completely out of her lacy, black bra.

Suddenly Stan relaxed the straps and Betsy let out a big sigh of relief when her feet were flat on the floor.  She had never experienced any form of bondage or S&M and she feared the consequences.  The flashback even gave her goose bumps, as the frightening experiences came back to her.

Stan leaned against her shivering torso and put his lips next to her ear.  "Now those are some tits... I bet you love having them felt by strangers," he said.  "Don't you?"

He waited for what seemed like an eternity.  "Ron tells me that you're the best fuck... best piece of ass around," he whispered keeping his mouth next to her ear.  "He says you'll make me happy.  Are you going to make my happy, darling?"

She didn't know what to do.  The words came out before she could think.  "Yes... yes!  Oh gawd, no... no!"

All of a sudden Stan was gone.  He walked around and stood behind her so she couldn't see him.  Her head went side to side and suddenly she got the chance to see what was in the room.  Her eyes opened wide when she saw various pieces of equipment that looked like items found in a torture dungeon.  All she could do was emit whimpers, as she imagined what each item could be used for.

Stan was an expert and he loved being a master.  Nothing was more satisfying than breaking the will of a beautiful woman, and especially one as gorgeous as Betsy, he mused.  He vowed to take time to tease and taunt her until she broke.

Suddenly he was whispering in her ear again.  "Ron said I could do anything I wanted... and you would cooperate."  His fingers twisted in her hair and yanked her head backwards so she stared at the ceiling.  "He said you loved being fucked... and that you would be my little slut."

Then Stan let go of her head so she could stand up straight.  He walked around until he was right in front of her.  There was an evil smile on his face and it made Betsy madder than ever.  She fumed and her eyes glared at the man wanting to defeat the bastard.

"Ron tells me you're going to college to be a physics professor.  I admire that," he said.  "Not only do you have a great body... sexy as Hell.  But you have brains, too."

Suddenly his fingers were on the top portion of her bra.  He jerked the lace, out and down, with one swift motion.  "Whew... now that's a set of tits!"

Now she remembered it more clearly.  Stan turned into a 'Dr. Jekyll', as his pleasant demeanor suddenly became much more crude and obnoxious.  He grabbed the cups of her flimsy, lacy bra and ripped them apart much to her amazement.

Stan could see how Betsy set her jaw and seemed to be more determined than ever to fight him.  "Women with great tits shouldn't wear bras," he whispered.  "If I didn't know better... I'd say those nipples are hard, waiting for me to feel them... taste them?"

It was hopeless to squirm, or try to move, so she merely stood still.  Then he slowly and smoothly rolled her dress down and over her flared hips letting the garment drift to the floor.  He gave one of those catcall whistles when he saw her sexy, black panties and that made Betsy steam with anger.

Clad in only her panties, Stan had to admit Betsy was truly a refined, sexy woman.  His hands caressed her bare hips and slid down the sides feeling the heat radiate from her body.  Then he slowly grabbed the lace-covered elastic around her waist and pulled the silky panties down to the floor.  He yanked them under her feet and put them under his nose.  With his eyes locked on hers, Stan sniffed the garment giving the impression he liked the wonderful smell.

Naked and shivering, Betsy felt totally helpless.  She quickly glanced around the room in an effort to find Ron but gave out a groan of despair when she saw him.  Her boyfriend had his penis in his hand and he was fisting his rod like a raving maniac.  He obviously condoned what was happening and Betsy suddenly felt very alone in her struggle.

It was time for Stan to prove that he was master.  His plan was simple and Stan reasoned he would not need all the equipment in the room.  He would fuck her mind, then her luscious body. 

"I think our little professor is horny... don't you?" Stan said to nobody in particular.  All of a sudden he tightened the straps hanging from the ceiling again, just enough so that she had to stand up straight.  Betsy looked down and Stan was putting bracelets around her ankles and there was a length of pipe attached to them holding her legs spread.  Despite kicking and waving her legs, Stan had little trouble putting her in the most precarious, captive position.

Betsy remembered vividly how she pleaded and begged Stan to relent.  "Dear gawd... please Stan.  I don't know what Ron told you... but I'm not that kind of woman," she moaned.  "Please, oh please... let me go."

Stan merely grabbed her snatch and squeezed hard.  "Do you see all these pieces of equipment?  I plan using every one of them on you," he whispered.  Betsy felt her heartbeat speed up and her breathing get very ragged.  "The little professor is going to have something to tell her students when we're done."

Suddenly he let go of her crotch and started waving something in her face.  She tried to focus on the item, as it was real close to her eyes, and shuddered when she recognized a clothespin.  "What do you think I can do with this?"

Betsy was speechless and watched in horror, as he produced another clothespin.  Her breathing stopped when his arms lowered and Betsy knew exactly what he planned.  All of a sudden the two springy pins closed on her enlarged nipples and at first there was nothing.  No pain for a brief moment, and then it hit.  She cried out and pleaded for Stan to stop.  "Ooow... ooowee.  Oh gawd... please, it hurts too much."

She thought back to the dire event and realized Stan had been extremely devious.  He left the clamps on her aching nipples and slowly walked around her struggling body a few times.  Then suddenly he had a cat o' nine tails in his hand and he was testing it by snapping the leather tails in the air a few times.  Every time he walked around in front of Betsy, he waved the menacing whip at her.

Betsy had feared the worst when Stan threatened her.  Then he disappeared and obviously wanted to give her time to think.  Betsy turned her head side to side frantically before focusing on some of the mysterious items around the room.  Stan was purposely giving her time to reflect before he turned her into his loyal slave.

The first item she noticed seemed to be some kind of rack with buckles to bind a person's wrists and ankles.  Betsy reasoned that if a person were bound in the rack, they would be stretched out in a spread-eagled position leaving them entirely helpless.  Then she noticed a large dildo attached to some kind of mechanism, which looked like it would move the dildo back and forth.  She blinked rapidly thinking how the dildo would be perilously close to the person's crotch.  It could mean only one thing and Betsy let out a whimper imagining what the big pecker would do to her.

Another apparatus was off to her left.  She stared at what appeared to be an electronic torture machine.  Again it was a stretcher type frame that a person would be buckled into.  There were electronic probes with long wires attached and Betsy shuddered when imagining where the probes would be placed.  Her heart rate quickened thinking that Stan planned to use the electric shocker on her.

"Yes... that can be a shocking experience.  I have had strong women beg me for mercy... beg me to stop," Stan whispered.  Betsy flinched wildly when his sudden voice scared her.  "Just think... what would happen if I hooked up your cunt to that machine?"

The thought of being strapped and confined on that equipment made Betsy's heartbeat increase another cadence.  She would absolutely die if he put one of those probes between her legs.  Her body twitched just thinking about getting a jolt down there.

Betsy felt her resolve dying so quickly she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to fight the man.  Stan knew the turmoil she was experiencing but he had one more shrewd chastisement.  He held a crystal object in his hand and the shape of it sent a shiver up Betsy's spine.  "Here, Sweetheart... lick this plug," Stan said.  "Get it nice and lubricated.  Guess what I have planned for you?"

She started begging again.  "Stan... oh gawd, Stan.  Please, please don't," she cried.  Suddenly she was speechless, as he carefully shoved the crystal plug between her lips. 

Stan knew Betsy was almost his.  He left the plug in her mouth for a few moments, and then he slowly walked around her sweat-covered body.  All of a sudden he stopped directly behind her.  Betsy sensed he dropped to his knees and then she felt something.  Stan put the tip of the glass butt-plug on her back and began running it all over.  He traced lines up and down, left and right, until he swooped downward.  He ran the tip onto her tightened ass cheeks and then he dropped lower to caress her thighs and legs.

Betsy had her eyes closed tightly and she was praying.  Her arms ached from being stretched but that did not matter at the time.  Then his hands closed on her rosy cheeks and squeezed.  Stan pried her cheeks apart and he witnessed utopia.  He spit into her crack and made sure to make enough noise so she knew what was happening.  Then he touched her with the plug again.

"No... no, I can't take anymore.  Please, dear gawd... I'll do anything... just stop," she pleaded with the man.

Stan had her but needed just a little more.  He ran the tip of the plug up and down her crack a few times before stopping right on her cherished asshole.

"Anything... dear gawd, Stan.  I'll do anything you want... just stop that... and don't use any of those goddamn things on me," she moaned trying her best to convince Stan to show her sympathy.

Betsy cringed as her dream unfolded.  Even now, years later, her body was covered with sweat.  She remembered how the night evolved and soon she was going to be rid of the demon that had haunted her since that horrible night.  She dared not stop the dream so she let the images continue.

Suddenly Stan's serious, rugged face was right in front of her eyes.  There was no smile or even a twinkle in his eye.  "So if I stop... if I stop, what will you do for me?" he asked.  "I would really hate to use torture on such a beautiful woman... and especially one who promises to do whatever I demand."

She stared into the eyes of the devil listening to every word.  "If I untie you... what will you do for me?" he whispered.

Betsy really didn't know what to say.  She had resigned herself to do whatever he demanded but was too confused to know what that entailed. 

"Let's say you masturbate," Stan said.  "Let's say I let you go... and you masturbate for us?"  And then he merely waved the crystal butt plug in front of her face, and she responded immediately.

"Yes... oh gawd, just untie me and let me go.  I'll do whatever you ask... just let me go.  I'll masturbate."  At the time, Betsy reasoned it was better to be free.  At least she would have a measure of control over what really happened.  She could not bare the thought of being stretched out on the various apparatuses in Stan's S and M torture chamber.

Suddenly Stan grabbed her head by intertwining his fingers through her hair.  He put his lips to her ear but didn't get a chance to say anything before she broke.  "You bastard... you fucking bastard.  I hate you," she hissed.

Stan cleverly rubbed the crystal plug down the center of her body stopping on her pelvis.  He didn't have to wait for her response.

"I'll... I'll masturbate for you.  Oh gawd... I'll masturbate if you free me," she said, but suddenly realizing something needed to be added.  "And don't use any of those horrible things on me."

Betsy's memory was vague after that point, especially after years of forgetfulness.  Somehow Stan untied her and Betsy chuckled thinking that the first thing she did was pull the hurtful clothespins off her extraordinarily hard nipples.  She was positive that they had suffered irreparable damage at the time, but quickly found out that was wrong.

Her next dilemma was how to masturbate?  Although she did it on a regular basis, she didn't know what would make Stan happy?  How or why she wound up wearing her bra and panties again was a mystery but she assumed Stan wanted it that way.  He had somehow fixed the bra so she could wear it again and voiced his approval at her wearing the black, sexy undies.

Now she remembered how awful it was to perform lewd, despicable acts with the two men leering at her.  At first she fondled her breasts trying to mimic what a man would do.  Betsy remembered that her seduction got the two men more aroused and worked up, which she regretted.  All of a sudden Stan's patience started to run thin.  "Show me your clit... show me that wonderful piece of meat, baby."

When she peeled her panties to the side and revealed her jewel to the man, Betsy felt totally embarrassed.  She looked directly at Stan and noticed how his face beamed.  His tongue licked his lips in expectation, as he kept up the verbal harassment.  "Pull it... pull it, baby!" he whispered.  "Show Daddy that little clitty."

Her dainty fingers pinched the delicate bud and pulled it completely out of its shell.  Betsy rolled the throbbing clitoris around and around feeling shame, yet an element of excitement.  "Harder... pull it harder, baby," Stan shouted the order this time.  "Daddy better see his darling slut cummin'... or else."  He then waved his hand around the room indicating what he meant.

Betsy couldn't bear to think about Stan's threat to use his perverted tools that were strewn around the room.  She tried her utmost to focus on one thing and strangely it was like every other time she masturbated.  Waves of lust began washing over the sands of time and a calm, peaceful feeling welled up in her chest.  Suddenly the shame of masturbating diminished.

The last thing in the world Betsy intended was enticing the man.  But what choice did she have?  Her emotions soared past the point of no return and she closed her eyes letting it happen.  She pulled the cups of her bra below her boobs and let the men ogle her stiff, hardened nipples.  The fingers of her left hand fondled one nipple, and then the other in a very familiar fashion.  She caressed her nipples knowing exactly what felt good, and Stan and Ron let her know they approved.

The fingers of her right hand were skilled in the ways only a woman understood.  She put the palm of her hand on her upraised pelvis and let her fingers slide through the wetness between her legs.  She put the puffy clitoris wings between her forefinger and middle finger and squeezed her fingers together.  The pressure on her tiny bud was intense and then she started moving her hand vigorously side to side.

Betsy rolled her head back letting her long, slender neck stand out prominently.  Her breathing was very uneven and her chest heaved letting the men know that she was sexually aroused.  Whenever she got to this point, her stamina never lasted much longer.  Her right hand was a blur moving like it was possessed, as she kept the clit compressed between her two, trained fingers.  Not fully understanding what else to do, the fingers of her left hand caressed her nipples, in turn, until they felt like hard marbles.

The sound of Stan's voice made her shiver but she didn't stop.  "Spread'em baby... keep those legs spread and show us that gorgeous cunt.  Looks good.  Work that clit, honey," he said.  "Harder... harder baby, harder!

To this day Betsy didn't believe she really experienced a mind-blowing orgasm.  She wasn't able to spread her legs, as Stan ordered, because the extra pressure that her thighs put on her fingers felt extraordinarily good.  Her fingers rolled the clit back and forth rapidly and the orgasm grew to profound proportions.  Betsy heard Stan's catcalls and Ron's praises but all she felt was intense lust.

***

The last tremor had barely passed when her next dilemma unfolded.  Her eyes were still glassy from the powerful orgasm but through the haze she spied Stan lounging on a leather sofa.  He had the zipper of his pants down and he waved his engorged cock enticingly in the air.  "You're not finished... yet.  Get that gorgeous ass over here and suck some real cock," he said sending a shiver through her entire body.  "I want those sexy lips around my cock... now!"

Stan's face was stern and his steady voice gave the explicit order.  The next thing Betsy knew was that his pants were stripped and there was no way out for her.  She slowly crawled across the floor until she was near Stan's torrid body.  "That's it baby... get those beautiful lips over here.  Start sucking my cock... or else," he whispered.  Although his voice was low, it carried a firm, demanding tone.  "Ron tells me you give the best head.  Says you're absolutely the best cocksucker... anywhere!  Now prove it!"

Before she could stop the man, he pulled her torso between his splayed legs.  Stan sat on the edge of the sofa and quickly stripped her bra and soaked panties once again.  He grabbed her dainty hand and forced it to his daggling balls.  Then his hand moved like a flash and he pulled her head until she felt her face touch his menacing penis.  There was no way to pull back or get away from the cock, as Stan's hands held her head with an iron grip.

Betsy remembered swearing at the man wishing he would just get it over with.  'Shove your filthy pecker in my mouth... and get the blowjob over,' she prayed at the time.  But, no!  Stan held his raging dick around the base and slapped her face with the extended shaft.  He would shove the head into her mouth, and then pull it out and slap her face, again and again until she got mad.  Stan sensed her hostility and laughed knowing she was helpless to do anything about it.

Suddenly the fingers of his left hand locked into her hair and Stan rammed her head directly at his cock.  His steel rod didn't even bend when the flared head hit her lips like a ramrod.  All of a sudden his cock was inside her mouth and the blowjob had commenced.  

"Jeeesus... holy, sweet Jesus.  Your mouth feels hot... soooo fucking hot," Stan moaned while keeping his cock buried in her volcanic mouth.  Betsy was oblivious of what else he said and she remembered merely doing her best to bring on a swift orgasm.  Her right hand pumped the throbbing shaft without a moment's relief and Betsy even let her tongue swirl around the silvertip in whorish fashion.  Her one hand was still cupping his balls, and for a split-second, Betsy considered squeezing hard.

When the searing lava hit the back of her throat, she coughed and sputtered, but didn't let up.  She cringed and shuddered hearing his insulting remarks but she wasn't deterred.  "That's it slut... suck my cock with your slutty mouth.  Fantastic blowjob... you are the best cocksucker, just like Ronny-boy said.  Great... fucking great head... slut," Stan said keeping up a nonstop tirade.  "That's it baby... squeeze my nuts... swallow my cum, baby.  Swallow, cum-slut... and fill your belly with it.  You love drinking cum... don't you slut?"

Betsy was completely out of breath when Stan finished.  She struggled to remain upright and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Ron.  Her boyfriend was naked below the waist and he fisted his cock in plain view.  Ron stood next to the sofa and it was more than obvious what he wanted.  "Guess what baby?  I think your boyfriend feels left out... don't you?" Stan said looking her right in the eyes.  "I want to watch... watch you give head."

And so it was, Betsy remembered, feeling much better now that this part of the chapter drew to a close.  All these years, she fretted and never managed to work up enough courage to recall what really happened that night.

***

All of a sudden the absolute worst memory came to her.  Her drastic masturbation exhibition was over; the demeaning blowjob she was forced to give Stan was over, and now the disgusting blowjob given to Ron was over.  Ron had finished defiling her for the last time, she vowed.  Her relationship with Ron was finished.  Suddenly Stan grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her across the floor to one of his perverted apparatuses.  Betsy struggled for all she was worth but Stan, with Ron's help, hogtied her onto an elaborate fucking machine.

"But you promised... you promised!"  Betsy sobbed at the same time she pleaded with the man.

"Sorry, Sweetheart... but Ronny begged me.  He wants to watch... watch his gorgeous girlfriend go through some S and M," Stan said.  "Hell, honey... so I lied.  What was I suppose to do?"

Then despite her cries and begging, Stan shoved a red ball into her mouth and secured it in place with straps around her head.  She was a picture of ravenous beauty with her eyes flared wide open and her luscious naked body stretched out in spread-eagled fashion.  All she could move was her head while Stan proceeded with his sadistic work.

When the two special, spring-loaded clamps slammed down on her already sore nipples, all she could do was slobber all over the ball in her mouth.  Then he did the same thing to her delicate clitoris and Betsy's world came to an end.

Suddenly Stan was next to her ear.  "Pease... go ahead and fight.  It's always better when the captive fights it," he whispered.  "Fuck... I bet that hurts your nipples... they look utterly fantastic... so big... so fucking hard."

Betsy remembered being totally delirious when he pulled on the strings attached to the clamps causing her more pain.  Then he grabbed her head and propped it up so she could see between her splayed legs.  "Watch this... you can watch my enormous dildo fuck your cunt," he whispered.  "Don't worry.  I oiled it up good... real good, so it can easily fuck your beautiful snatch, honey."

It was about the most horrible sight Betsy had ever witnessed.  The mechanical penis slowly moved forward until it was touching her crotch.  "Don't move, honey... I wouldn't want it to fuck your sweet ass!"

Betsy was hogtied and unable to escape.  She felt the wide head of the greased penis push against her labia, and then separate the puffy lips with ease.  Stan pushed the controls and fucked her without mercy.  Finally he let go of her head and allowed it to fall back onto the rack.  She could hardly bear to watch anymore, as the bastard fucked her with his perverted fucking machine.

Suddenly the demons of the past became much clearer and she imagined what really happened.  The last thing in the world she ever intended was to give any satisfaction to Stan.  He stood next to her and kept flicking her nipples with his fingers while keeping one hand on the control button of his fucking machine.  Then he grabbed a handful of hair and held her head absolutely still.  "Fight it, baby... fight it," Stan hissed into her ear.  "Let me be perfectly clear.  If you don't orgasm... I'll fuck your ass until you do."

Betsy thought her world had come to an end.  Surrender, which seemed unlikely moments ago, now seemed imminent.  The big dildo moved in and out of her steamy pussy and she could feel her guts churning.  Betsy couldn't open her eyes but she knew his gloating face was right in front of her.  Stan's hand gave her head a determined shake and then she let go.  The first stream of cum was thick and creamy but the rest flowed with utter unabated lust from her most inner reservoir.

***

Everything moved in dramatic slow-motion after the fucking machine.  Betsy did not want to recall each and every apparatus used by Stan, but she fully understood that he put her through Hell.  He manhandled her with the occasional assistance from Ron until she had been humiliated beyond imagination.  'Later... later,' she deemed.  'I'll go over everything he did to me... but not now.'

Betsy vowed to recall each and every piece of S&M equipment he used on her that dreadful night, but not this weekend.  'That could be another chapter of my life,' she reasoned.  Betsy considered taking a break from imagining her life story, but suddenly she remembered the end of that horrifying night.  She had endured Stan's molestation and degrading treatment for hours and it ended with him using his prized apparatus on her.

"You fought a great battle, honey... but it's over.  Once I get you tied into the last one... you'll cream like the meanest whore," Stan said sending a violent tremor up her backbone.  "This one is my baby... my Sybian will fuck your brains out.  The only way off the Sybian cock... is to climax!"

Betsy didn't know what to expect at the time but she didn't have long to find out.  Again the two men manhandled her struggling body until her arms were strapped high in the air and she was forced to sit on top of a saddle.  It was no ordinary saddle, as it had an ominous cock protruding upwards.  The cock was not big, but it was fairly pointy at the tip.  It flared out quite wide in the middle and appeared like it would readily lock inside a woman.

The two men easily forced Betsy to sit directly on the upraised dildo and she gave a loud grunt when it pierced her pussy.  Stan quickly secured a leather belt around her slender waist.  There were straps attached to the front and rear of the saddle and he locked them to the tight belt, which only allowed Betsy to move her hips the smallest amount.  She could move side ways, or front and back, but not up off the dildo.

Betsy was in a very restrained position with her legs severely bent, as she squatted on top of the saddle.  Her knees hugged the front portion of the saddle, as if she was actually riding a horse.  It was almost impossible to use her legs and the cock remained fully embedded with her swollen labia spread around the base of the thick shaft.  There were perfectly designed nubs just in front of the rubber cock, which matched the exact location of her vulnerable clitoris.

If his modified Sybian was not enough, Stan reached between her legs and attached small clamps to her labia.  He forced her to rise up slightly so he could put a clamp on each puffy lip and then he pushed her body down onto the saddle again.  Amazingly the clamps seemed to pry her labia apart and the cleverly designed clitoris nubs pressed directly onto her throbbing control button.  Betsy wished there had been immense pain associated with the experience but sadly she remembered nothing but gratification.

Stan had retrieved the red ball used earlier and he shrewdly locked it in her mouth.  Betsy felt like a tramp, as slobber and spit started running down her chin.  The trails of wet saliva dripped onto her chest giving her the most desirable appearance to Stan and Ron.  To this day, Betsy remembered crying when she felt the power surge through the rubber prick.  She suddenly realized it was electronic and the cock started rotating and moving inside her delicate inner chamber.

Stan set the control at level one and let it work slowly at first.  Just when Betsy was getting used to the speed and motion, he turned it up a notch.  She felt the immediate increase in intensity and tried to use her legs to alleviate some of the pressure.  Suddenly she realized the saddle itself was vibrating and that seemed to put extreme pressure on her clitoris.

Her arms were outstretched held securely by the straps and her legs quickly got too tired of holding her weight.  The combination of the rotating dildo, the labia clamps, the rubber clit nubs, which bounced wildly with the vibrating saddle, and the fact she was hogtied took a toll on her determination.  When the first tremor roared through her belly, Betsy reasoned it was merely a tiny setback.

Then Stan increased the tempo another notch and she began to wonder.  Suddenly he turned the switch up once more and Betsy realized her dilemma was getting worse.  Completely out of the blue, Stan abruptly attached the dreaded nipple clamps again.  Her body went out of control.  She screamed, or tried to.  The ball prevented anything but a river of saliva to come out of her mouth.  Betsy rocked and thrust on the pulsating cock not knowing what else to do.

Suddenly Stan was right behind her, holding her head cradled firmly in his hands.  "Keep fighting... I love it when a woman fights," he whispered.  His tongued lashed out licking the side of her burning face.  "It's a lot worse when you fight... let it go and show Ronny that his girlfriend's a slut."

All of a sudden Betsy readied herself for the worst moment of her life, which was coming alive in her weekend daydream.  The orgasm approached so fast it slammed her in the guts.  Her body went into convulsions and her hips rocked back and forth, and up and down on the rubber cock.  She swore the thing throbbed and pulsated like crazy and her mind succumbed to the raging lust.  Nothing had ever pounded into her precious clitoris like the rough nubs every time her body slammed down on the Sybian saddle.

Stan kept his lips next to her ear.  "Fight... fight it, baby," he whispered before slapping her bare ass a few times, as it bounced up and down.  "Dear Lord... baby, I think you're doing it.  You're cumming!"

It was impossible to yell at the man.  The spit ran from her mouth like a river and the lust took over her disillusioned mind.  Tears mixed with saliva and Stan knew she was experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm.  "Let it go... let go baby... be my sweet-ass bitch."

All Betsy wanted was the ability to scream at the man she hated most in the world.  She desperately wanted to hold out but that was impossible.  The spasms destroyed every ounce of resolve in her distraught mind, as the orgasm of a lifetime rolled through the stratosphere.  She saw the bright lights of Mars, and then Venus, and then Utopia, as the explosions went off in her throbbing head.  Betsy had never experienced an orgasm so powerful or so earth-shattering and every sensation in her body was fully alive.

Betsy was aware that Ron was recording everything but she couldn't stop.  Her body jerked and thrust hard at the embedded cock and Betsy felt the cream leak from her inner being.  As the final spasms robbed her sanity, Betsy was relieved that her most feared demon was finally exposed.  Time lost all sense and meaning, as the hellish orgasm took forever to subside.  When Betsy eventually stopped her violent contortions, she collapsed on top of the soaked saddle, dangling from her upraised arms.

Stan made sure everything was captured with his movie camera.  He had ordered Ron to record the most fantastic climax, which Stan planned adding to his extensive library.  Betsy's lustrous body jerked and gyrated until the end when Ron zoomed in on the sudden wetness running down the sides of the leather saddle.  When Stan voiced his great pleasure to the wild boyfriend, Betsy was only vaguely aware of what he said.

Betsy could not remember being more grateful when Stan unhooked her from his SM machine and removed the clamps and gag.  She was nothing more than a battered rag doll when the hated man fucked her even though she displayed no emotion or willingness.  He treated her like a piece of meat but she was beyond caring.  Betsy reasoned it was merely one last thing she had to endure before Stan allowed her to leave his dungeon.  Thankfully there was no more pain and agony.

***The end of the relationship

Ron was already dressed and ready to depart when Stan was finished screwing Betsy.  Sex with Ron's boss was the last straw for Betsy.  Suddenly she remembered.  It took days for her body to stop hurting from the abuse that Ron's boss put her through.  Betsy rubbed her wrists thinking about how hard she struggled that night.  There were no permanent scars but her wrists were badly bruised during the bondage.  The bastard used every hole she possessed, not once but many times before she was allowed to leave.

A swift pang of anxiety shot through her inner regions with the realization that this chapter of her life was finally over.  She could now put everything that happened during her relationship with Ron behind her.  The demons, which haunted her all these years, were put to rest now that she had relived her experiences.

She told Ron it was over during the ride home from that horrible affair.  'Gawd,' she thought at the time, 'I don't know how to breakup with anyone.'  All of her life, Betsy was the one trying hard to be accepted and she never had to break off a friendship.  Betsy reasoned that if she worked hard enough, she could make any relationship work.

But this was different, she deduced!  Luckily for her, Ron must have been getting bored with her, which made it easier.  Also he was finding it increasingly harder to explain his mysterious absences to his wife so the breakup came much easier than Betsy expected.

Ron drove and the trip to Betsy's home was quiet until she told him it was over.  She didn't even get the chance to explain her reasons before he spoke.  What he said surprised her even to this day.  "It's time.  You're a beautiful, sexy woman and you deserve better.  I don't know how things got so carried away... but I just go crazy watching you make love.  You've been fantastic, baby, just fantastic!  You know... maybe I'll give you a call in a few months.  But then, again... maybe not. "

Betsy lay on the bed in her spare bedroom relieved that she could now move on.  Suddenly she was okay with everything that happened.  Guys like Ron were never happy and could never satisfy their insatiable appetite for control, she reasoned.  Ron controlled the most beautiful woman in his paltry life, yet he was never satisfied.

It was time to get up for some fresh air and Betsy stretched until she was fully back in the real world.  She assumed that everyone had chapters in their life, which they regretted, and the chapters with Ron were hers.  With a sheepish, devilish grin on her pretty face, Betsy wondered if she should hunt the bastard down and cut off his balls.

THE END
I will continue Betsy's weekend in another chapter.  I promised her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize about the future.  I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in her life before turning 40.  Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest.

Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.

I collapsed on to her, my cock still buried in her ass, I kissed her neck and worked around to her mouth we kissed deeply as my cock softened in her ass.
I slowly pulled out of her hard fucked ass.
my cum flowing out of her stretched open ass running down to her swollen pussy lips.
my cock twitched and started to grow hard again.
I grabbed a wipey from the bed stand and wiped my cock clean as it sprang to life.
I rolled her over and I pushed my cock back into her pussy causing her to cry out.
I thrusted all the way back into her pussy once again.
I leaned down and kissed her as I fucked my cock into her.she was moaning into my mouth as she dug her long nails into my back, she pulled away crying out she was going to cum, she begged me to fuck her harder, I could feel my own juices flowing again, I slammed my cock into her pussy she screamed out as she came.
I stared into her eyes as she shook and shivered as her climax flowed through her body, I kissed her asking her if I could cum in her pussy, asking her if she wanted to feel my hot cum in her pussy, she moaned out as she kissed me, as my cock exploded and my cum flowed into her pussy.

His sense of humor, ability to listen and be attentive won me over eventually and we started spending more time together. We became friends first, lovers later. He was dating someone else when we met in one of our mutual classes, where we always sat next to each other, at first discussing the lessons, later on going out to lunch or to a movie and eventually, when he broke up with his girlfriend, one thing led to another and, well, after a party one evening, we ended up in bed.

 

Paul turned out to be a gentle lover, just as attentive in bed as he was in conversation. He liked kinky stuff like light bondage and blindfold. I trusted him immensely and never felt threatened.

 

I liked making love to Paul, especially when it turned into a hard fucking, and he lost himself in a moment completely, oblivious to anything around him, even myself. He would pound away furiously, unable to stop, probably even if the building was coming down.

 

Paul always seemed to be fascinated by anal sex, although he had never done it, and I had no experience in it, either. I began noticing that a great majority of the porn movies he was bringing to my place were turning out to involve anal sex, some movies were on that particular subject exclusively. We talked about it and decided that we would try it some day.

 

That some day actually turned out to be the evening of our talk. Of course, I sort of expected that to happen, but still, I was caught by surprise to a point and a bit worried. I kept thinking of Paul and the time just before he is ready to cum. I couldn’t see him go berserk on my ass like that and not hurt me.

 

Paul promised solemnly that he would be careful and would not do anything that would be uncomfortable to me. He even offered that I could take the vibrator we were sometimes using to spice up sex and try it on him.

 

We started off slowly, kissing and petting, Paul giving me oral sex and making me cum. It all started off very nice. After I had clamed down, he turned me over and started kissing my back, scratching it lightly with his nails, working his way down to my ass, spreading the cheeks and licking my little hole.

 

The feeling was odd, not very pleasurable, but the idea of what we were about to do was certainly very appealing and I found myself enjoying the action more than I expected I would.

 

Using KY jelly, he squirted some inside my ass and lubed his finger, gently and carefully inserting it inside of me. Again, the feeling was odd, beyond anything I had ever experienced, but it didn’t hurt so I didn’t stop him.

 

I noticed that Paul’s dick stood in a hard salute to me since the moment I agreed to try anal sex and I didn’t have to do anything else to keep him that way. He was too eager to get to the action to be able to let himself be teased any longer.

 

As we got to the intercourse part, however, Paul pushing his dick inside my virgin ass with less patience than he had ever displayed before, I started hurting more than I expected and after a few moans and cautions to please go slow, he finally buried his entire dick inside his desired destination.

 

Now that it was finally in, I couldn’t bear to think of it moving in and out, I most certainly didn’t want him losing his mind and fucking me hard like he normally did and to Paul’s great disappointment, I pulled away and we stopped.

 

He was kissing me later and reassuring me that it’s okay, but the disappointment on his face was evident. We tried to have sex in a normal way, but he couldn’t perform. I felt awful. I offered we should try again, but he declined of which I was grateful for. Even though I had his dick in my ass for less than a minute, I could still feel the discomfort which it had caused me.

 

We fell asleep that night, unsatisfied and both disappointed. Paul avoided spending the night in my place for a few days afterwards.

 

Christmas was just around the corner and Paul had left Chicago for home to spend a few days with his family, returning on Christmas Eve, determined to spend it with me, feeling sorry over my decision not to go to Oregon with him and absolutely refusing to go home to my family. I’ve been away from home for three years now and I am not ready to go back, yet. As annoying as the topic of Christmas was to me, I loved him for being so sweet and attentive.

 

“Santa Clause!” I heard him yell even before he opened the door and I was genuinely happy that he had returned in time to spend Christmas with me. I was down more than I had expected to be. The celebratory atmosphere of the festive season had gotten to me and I hated to see numerous shoppers running back and forth, carrying huge bags filled with presents, Christmas trees on every corner, Christmas music in every store, restaurant and even elevators. I was ready to scream!

 

He entered and we fell into an embrace, kissing passionately as if he had been gone for months, not less than a week. I noticed a small bag with images of little Santas dancing around a Christmas tree, accompanied by the necessary gift bag filling paper, undoubtedly containing my present.

 

“Later,” said Paul. “First, we’re going out to dinner.”

 

We splurged that evening, aware that restaurants were closing early that evening. We ate in Greek town and then walked some thirty blocks to my place, enjoying the unseasonably mild night, making the romantic evening perfect. We stopped at our friend’s dorm room, had a few drinks with people we knew from classes and finally headed to my little apartment, determined to spend the night in lovemaking, warming ourselves up by occasional stops to kiss and slip our hands inside each other’s coats, touching, rubbing, squeezing and giggling like kids. Life was good and I was happy.

 

When we entered the apartment, Paul took off my coat and with great ceremony presented me with the bag, which he had brought with him and I had to admit that I was absolutely dying with curiosity. Given that we were both students, poor as church mice, any kind of present was deeply appreciated.

 

Paul dragged me to bed where we sat down and I was finally allowed to look into the gift bag. I pulled out two presents.

 

“The green one first, Nik.” Said Paul and smiled mischievously.   “The red one later. That’s actually for both of us, maybe even more for me than you, but that one later, okay?”

 

I tore the green wrapping of a small box, my heart racing as I realized that it must have been containing jewelry, definitely way beyond Paul’s modest means. I was grateful already. I slowly opened the box and a beautiful golden pendant of a ram standing on its hind legs and kicking the front ones up high made me gasp.

 

“Oh, Paul!” I yelped, with great embarrassment realizing that I was just about to cry.

 

“I realize that this would be more appropriate for a birthday present, but I saw it and liked it, and thought you’d like it, too.”

 

The symbol of my star sign was absolutely gorgeous. I felt a pang of shame over my modest gift for Paul, a sweater I had knitted myself, which was still tucked somewhere in my closet, unwrapped.

 

“You like it?” he asked worriedly.

 

“Are you kidding? I love it!” I said and hugged him. Life indeed seemed to be good.

 

“Now the second one!” he said, fidgeting on the bed like a little kid.

 

I looked at the small package wrapped in the red paper, bigger than the first one. I tore the paper off with trembling hands, still completely impressed over the pendant and almost screamed in surprise.

 

“What is this?” I asked, knowing exactly what it was.

 

“It’s desensitizing cream, Nik. “ I closed my eyes. When Paul put his mind to something, there was nothing to persuade him otherwise. “We can try again, you know. It won’t hurt, Nik. Please?”

 

I gave in. How could I not? Paul make sure I was happy this particular Christmas, the least I could do is make him happy, too.

 

We undressed slowly. Paul taking my clothes off and kissing every newly unclothed part of my body. I did the same for him. He made me cum with his tongue and fingers. I made him hard with mines. We fucked for a while with Paul very carefully not going too far as he didn’t want to cum too soon and fall asleep. This was the moment in which he wanted to do it. If the moment was lost, it might never happen, or if it did, it wouldn’t feel as right as at this particular time.

 

Paul unscrewed the tube and used a generous amount of the cream to lube me up. I believe he put in three or four times more than required. He didn’t want to hurt me and at the same time was so eager to do what he fantasized about for so long, common sense went out the window for both of us.

 

“How does it feel?” he asked and I giggled.

 

“How do you think half of that tube feels in my ass?” Paul didn’t laugh. He was too concentrated on what he was doing.

 

He pushed his finger inside my ass, and I didn’t even feel it. He pushed a second one in, again I felt nothing. We tried it with a vibrator and this proved to be just as easy as the fingers, so with great hopes, Paul finally positioned himself behind me, kneeling on the bed and pushed his dick inside my ass.

 

I felt that, but still only just. It didn’t hurt at all, it wasn’t uncomfortable, and he wrapped his arm around my hips, with his fingers now carefully cleaned with a washcloth softly rubbing against my clitty.

 

He made me cum like that. Hearing his moans and groans, his heavy breathing and feeling his expert fingers on my bud was a blissful pleasure. He made me cum again and then again.

 

Some thirty minutes later, my legs stiff with the pressure of Paul’s heavy pounding against me, my stomach began cramping from the invasion deep inside my gut. He was very careful to clean his fingers but we had both completely forgotten that without use of a condom, he had desensitized himself as well as me and it had taken him close to an hour of labor to make himself cum. He enjoyed it throughout, he said later. We were both covered in sweat despite the chill in the room, and the bed was in a complete disarray.

 

Pillows and comforter had fallen off a long time ago. The sheet was pulled off the corners and was now half hanging off the bed, the two of us fucking like two rabbits on the naked mattress.

 

After a while, when I couldn’t stand him touch my clitty anymore, certain that he had left bruises all over my hips and shoulders, having clung to them desperately, he had finally let out that last groan of pleasure, which told me that he had cum. I couldn’t feel his dick throbbing or squirting.

 

“Fuck, Nikkie! That was good!” he said and all I could do was moan agreement. I vaguely remember him pulling the comforter off the floor and throwing it over us, and then we were both asleep.

 

As I am writing this, it’s the evening after our little escapade. I can barely walk. I spend half of the day in bed, the other half in the bathroom, sitting on the toilette, crying with pain that I felt from the previous night.

 

How could I have been so stupid? Why would I let him do that to me? To top it off, without a condom.   I’m not sure that the use of a rubber would prevent his feeling to evaporate, but now I think anything would have been better than what had happened.

 

Never again!

 

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I laughed out loud as I finished reading. Never again, indeed! Of course I still have anal sex, but I have to admit that it had taken me years before I let myself do it again. Certainly not with Paul.

 

Poor Paul! He felt so guilty; I thought he would never make love to me again. Eventually, we slept together, but it never seemed to be as good as it used to be. We never tried anal sex again. A few months later, with exams taking all our time we gradually grew apart and one day he came to my place, looking sad and ashamed, admitting to dating someone else for a few months.

 

We broke up and I wasn’t surprised when I saw him at a party a few days later with his new love. A guy. That’s where his strong fascination with anal sex came from. I just hope his experience was better than mine.

When sober, my wife, Sandy, would not entertain the idea of a threesome or another man between her thighs...however, I've noticed that her interests and resistance seem to change, at least verbally, when she has had about three strong shots of tequila or rum, and her conversations take on a more sexual tone, especially about various men she happens to see wherever we are for the evening.

Ordinarily, if a guy is sitting at a bar and makes eye contact with her, she'll look away and avoid him, but with a foundation of some good alcohol, she'll let her glance linger with his, and then say something like, " Hmm, that guy seems interested in my 'mind'...wonder what kind of a package he has to offer?"  Or, "Hmm, wonder what he'd do if I walked over and sat on his lap?"  I would really like to find out.

Knowing that she would never be able to actually do anything about this, even when 3/4 in the bag, I decided to move thigs along to the fulfillment of a longstanding dream of mine and give her also what she secretly wanted, which was what I too had secretly wanted for years...to give her to another man while I watched, and filmed, her willing seduction and bedding!

She would never do it voluntarily, but her intoxicated conversation-confessions had clearly shown me that her other self really wanted to find out how another man would feel between her legs...and I also wanted to watch another man between her legs, so I set about to make that happen.

Several weeks of browsing in the "Seeking" ads on a popular website offered a wide variety of potential players, and after some initial forays and emails, I finally chose Dan, who lived in a town about an hour from ours.  We exchanged pics...mine of my wife in a bikini and in a wet t-shirt (see the pic) and his of his body and particularly of his rather large, stiff, cock...which he was offering...a nine incher with girth to match.  I didn't know if Sandy could take that much, but now with things moving along, I hoped to find out.

I worked out the scenario...on a Friday night we would go to a favorite watering hole with a live band and a dance floor, and Dan would precede us.  Worst case would be that he wouldn't show and Sandy and I would just enjoy another night of drinking and dancing to some good tunes.  But best case, if Dan did come, I would 'enhance' Sandy's straight up tequilas with a little magic potion... specifically some 190 proof grain laced with a bit of rohypnol,... and soon she would be ready for anything Dan and I wanted to do.   She would enjoy her deeply buried fantasy of a fun fuck.  I would get my fantasy of watching and filming her being serviced by a heavily hung young stud, and Dan would get his nuts off into a sensuous, tight, hot lady.  A win,win,win situation if there ever was one.

The chosen Friday night came and we got dressed to go.  I suggested to Sandy that she wear that "squishy" bra, which was like no bra at all...and a little tiny thong under her fairly short skirt.  She said, "Unh Hnn...and what are you expecting from this....quick access to the good stuff?"

I laughed and replied, "Well, I just want to make all your secret lovers stand around with hard-ons while I rub and fondle you on the dance floor...and maybe one of them will work up his nerve to ask you to dance and do a little fondling himself."  To which she snorted, "Yeah, fat chance!"  and to which I thought, "A lot fatter than you'd ever suspect, sweet thing."

So off we went to Charley's, one of our favorite spots, and quickly we found a table near the back of the room in the shadows.  I went to fetch our drinks and to check on Dan, and sure enough, he was there...the Plan was on!  I got our drinks, and as Dan watched, I added just a bit of 'potion' to Sandy's...and then took Dan in to introduce him as a colleague from my many trade shows.  He played the game and explained that he was down from Philadelphia visiting friends and was delighted to run into an "old trade show buddy."  He then excused himself after some light conversation.

A few numbers later, after Sandy and I had worked up a little sweat on the dance floor and she had inhaled most of her drink, Dan came in to ask her to dance, as per plan.  I got her a fresh drink which I liberally laced with the 'combo' of 190 and roofies...and the game was fully in play!  Two fast numbers later, she and Dan returned and she slurped half her drink down for liquid.  The night was now set, and I smiled broadly at Dan.   He knew it, and smiled back!   He excused himself and Sandy proceeded to finish the rest of her drink.  Things would soon begin!  I excused myself for a run to the bathroom...told Dan, "about 30 minutes" and went back to our table.

Surely enough, in about 30 minutes Sandy was having trouble making full sentences, and the time was now!  I scooped her up and guided her toward the exit, nodding to Dan on the way and he trailed behind us.  We reached the car with Sandy almost out on her feet, and I said, "Oh, Dan needed to come early tonight, so I'm giving him a ride home, in the car, now!"   This made no impression on her at all.  Then I said that we'd get into the back seat since Dan knew just what he was doing...and we did.  Dan got into the drivers seat and we began driving away.  Very quickly and right on schedule, Sandy tilted over and soon eased into deep slumberland in my lap...all according to the playbook... We were right on track!

I reached behind the seat of our wagon, picked up both a video camera and a pair of scissors, then turned the camera on and handed it to Dan to focus on Sandy as I 'prepared' her for the evening's ride.  I also reached down into the door's side pocket and retrieved one of those sleep masks and put them on my dozing wife before turning on the interior overhead light.  I had earlier decided that trying to pull her entire sweater off and remove her bra was a bit too much trouble, and instead, I'd simply snip the spaghetti shoulder straps of the bra and sacrifice it for this evening's events, so I set about doing just that....I rolled Sandy forward, eased her sweater up so I could get to her large full breasts with ease, snipped the strapss at the rear of her bra and unfastened it, letting her magnificent mounds fall free as I pulled the bra forward.  After fondling them for a minute and thinking, "Oh you full rounded, beauties, someone else will be playing with you in just a couple of minutes," I told Dan, "OK, I think the lady is just about ready to begin tonight's entertainment."  I eased the sweater back down over her tits as he pulled off into a parking lot, and we got ready to exchange places.  He was filming all of this for my later viewing.

He got out, then opened my door, and he and I gently exchanged positions, his now being in the back seat with my drugged wife lying in his lap.  I got into the drivers seat and turned, while running the camera, and said, "I told Sandy on the walk out to the car that you had to come early tonight and I was giving you a ride in the car now...what I didn't tell her was that it was so she could give you a ride between her legs, later...and that you were going to cum, in her!

He smiled and I continued, "Well, you've seen the pictures of these nice tits, and we have about 15 minutes driving ahead of us...quite enough time I'd think for you to let your hands do some exploring and become quite intimately familiar with those beauties....so enjoy them and have fun...for now they're all yours!  As I turned to face forward and start the drive home, I could see him sliding Sandy's sweater up and beginning to fondle her nice rounded tits with their rose-hued little nipples.  The night was underway!  My camera was catching it all! My cock was straining against my Levis with the enormity of this evening.

We drove on to the house in a quiet suburban area, and I flicked off the overhead light.  I opened the backseat door to gently pull my fuzzy wife into a semi-upright position for the move into the house.  Dan moved on ahead of with the camera and stood in the shadows filming us as I maneuvered Sandy down the walk and into the front door, heading her straight upstairs.  I knew she would have to pee at a critical minute, so directed her into the bathroom and then over onto our big kingsized bed where she promptly lapsed again into a semi-conscious state. I peeked out into the hall and directed Dan to our guest room telling him to "give me a couple of minutes to get her ready" and then he should join us for fun and games.  I took the camera and went back into our bedroom to prepare Sandy for the first strange cock she had had in many years.  I set the camera up on its tripod and turned it on.

She was dozing and hardly waked up at all when I sat her up, removed her sweater and skirt, and then her thong, leaving her wholly naked, legs spread, on the bed.  I knew that in just moments Dan would come through the door, see this beautiful blond lying ready to receive, and go instantly into hard dick action on her lovely defenseless body.  I also reached above the mattress behind her head and extracted a soft, silken rope that I used to tie her arms above her head 'prisoner' fashion so she wouldn't be able to reach down and remove her light mask or interfere with whatever was being done to her.  She was truly a 'captive' available for whatever Dand wanted to do to her sensuous body.  I leaned over and licked her clit several times.  She stiffed a little, but didn't really wake up.

Dan came into the room, naked and half aroused, and smiled broadly when he saw what was waiting for him.  I picked up the camera for some better angles on my filming as he moved up onto the bed, opened her legs wider, and gently dove into her muff for some early "dining at the 'Y'"    As expected, Sandy's body began to respond to his tongue, which was thrusting up and down over her clit and soon she began to roll her hips up and down to meet his probing.  In only a minute she was moaning and bucking as he ate into her growing wetness!  He obviously was enjoying it too since his cock now looked like a miniature forearm hanging below his stomach.  Watching him push that into Sandy was going to be unbelievable!

He moved in between her thighs and began easing the head of his cock in between her now very wet cunt lips, gaining a little more and a little entry with each thrust forward.  His hands were squeezing and fondling her full breasts as she was moaning, "Uhnnn....uhnnn...uhnnn" each time he pushed into her a little further.  His big cockhead disappeared, then an inch and another inch as he rocked forward and she pulled down on his hips with her legs digging into his ass. And suddenly with a hard lunge he was in!   All nine inches were buried in my wife up to his balls and she was moaning and squealing with pain and pleasure.... "Ahhhh.....ahhhhh.....ohhhhh yesss" as she pulled back and forth while I filmed the ride....and then she climaxed in a wild frenzy of humping and flinging about on her silk 'restraints' and growling and moaning like in the days of our earliest lovemaking...completely out of control to the sensations raging betweem her thighs.  The Dan came...unable I guess to resist the fierce sensual animal that he was riding, and I kept filming as he shuddered and thrust harder as he exploded into Sandy's writhing body!    And they were spent.  Lying exhausted on the bed, they gradually caught their breath and I filmed from different angles as Dan's huge cock softened and slipped from my wife's well lubricated pussy!  I had my film, Dan had his hot fuck, and Sandy had her first strange cock in 15 years.  It was a win,win,win for us all, and I have the tape to prove it!

I drove Dan back to his car at Charley's and we parted, never to meet again. A repeat performance wasn't what this was all about, and anyway, all of us had what we wanted.  I keep the tape well hidden, and take it out for viewing when I want to get a rush to go jump Sandy's bones for no apparent reason...and with the roofies I put in her drink that night, she only has a vague memory of a few of the events that occurred...so everything has happened right according to plan.

Would love to show you the video, but that just can't happen...so let your imagination fill in the picture part of this.  I'll have to keep the original for 'private screenings.'  Maybe one of these days I'll need to add a second evening and film to the collection.

Nuzzle@Hotmail.com

“Wake up.” A gentle shake.

Still no response.

“Wake up! Wake UP!” The voice was exasperated and a violent shake accompanied the order. Finally, there was some measure of movement. The form under the covers groaned and arched its back.

“Dave Mathews! For the love of me, WAKE UP!”

Dave remained totally inexpressive and simply said something that sounded like “Mnaaaarrrrrrr…”. The other figure got decidedly furious. It kicked the covers off itself and jumped out of the (fairly) spacious bed. Dave must have been partly awake because he inferred the figure’s intentions. He clung to the covers more tightly and tried to spin them around him but the figure got the better of him.

One minute he was half conscious, the next, the covers were ripped off his body and thrown on the floor. He still wouldn’t get up and curled into a ball, trying to conserve what little heat his body could generate on this cool morning. He finally opened one eye and peered at the figure towering above him.

“Gwen …”

Gwen glowered at him from the height of her five feet six inches. Her brown silky hair was falling on her shoulders, the sun shinning through the white curtains making it look golden. Her normally jovial face was contorted with frustration. Her hands were resting delicately on her hips. Delicate. Graceful. Elegant. These words described her.

She was dressed in a tee two sizes too large for her elfin body and her pink cotton panties. Nothing else. She was the most beautiful creature Dave had ever seen. He smiled and patted the bed next to him, uncurling a bit to offer more space. Gwen managed to maintain her angry demeanour for about five seconds before breaking down and sliding next to her boyfriend.

She giggled slightly as he slid his left leg on her right hip. He reached behind her and stroked her hair. Her hazel eyes were searching the depths of his black eyes for any sign of excitement. None. He was simply holding her, like she liked it. No sex on his mind, only being with his beloved girlfriend mattered. She smiled again and kissed him lightly on the lips.

That simple contact sent shivers along her spine, making her curl a bit and pull her guy closer to her. His strong arms were pressing her against him, her nose just above his shoulder and her hands stroking his bare back. She smelled his sweaty odour, remnant of last night’s activities.

She didn’t want to leave the bed but she started to sit up and reached for her slippers. She was halfway up when Dave snagged her right hand. His face was still pushed in the pillow under him and his eyes were closed but he was smiling a small mischievous smile. He pulled her back down and covered them both with the thick woolen covers. He moved over her and kissed her deeply, sliding his hands down her svelte body until they reached her undergarments.

Gwen laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck lightly as he continued to kiss her lips, her face, her cheeks, her neck. Her panties were now at her ankles. She slowly drew one leg out of the cloth. She could feel his hardness through his blue boxers. She closed her eyes.

“You have to work today, don’t you?” she murmured.

Dave was nuzzling her neck and had his boxers down to his knees. He slowly moved to her sweet, sweet opening. With one gentle push, he was inside her. She squealed as he answered.

“I’m going to be late.”

Someone standing outside the room would have heard the squeaks of the old bed and the laughter of two lovebirds. That someone could have interrupted the festivities, but the house was currently empty, save for those two. Dave’s parents had left to visit a relative somewhere in the city. They had the house to themselves, which explained the series of ragged moans that emanated from the closed room. And the grunting.

 

*            *            *

 

Another day at school. Boring, boriiiiing. Dave was walking in the corridors, looking jaded. Third period was about to begin but he couldn’t care less if he missed the class. Nowadays, he was easily distracted, thanks to his budding relationship with Gwen. He’d have to change that soon. He could not allow himself to be distracted, certainly not now, before the exams. His mom was on his back day and night, telling him to make her proud, what will people think if you fail?

He shook his head. His mom was always worrying about what people would think. He entered the almost empty classroom and sat down, taking his books out of his bag. A smile suddenly broke his gloomy face. He was reminiscing the morning he had had last Saturday. Gwen was so soft and delicate, yet so fiery and wild. The smile turned into a grin. The bell sounded and students started flocking in.

He was already starting to get a hard-on. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts for God’s sake. I don’t want to give everyone a show. The old teacher stepped in and closed the door. Dave was able to control his libido and settle down. He was still smiling, though.

 

*            *            *

 

The bell sounded third period. Gwen looked up from the book she was reading and saw people rushing to their respective classes. She carefully marked her page and got up. She lazily opened her locker, put the book in and took out her small bag. The Physics teacher was always five minutes late. She checked her hair in the small mirror and smiled approvingly.

Her brown mane was tickling her back slightly. She reached behind her and scratched herself. A couple of jocks passing by eyed her hungrily. Understandable. She was wearing a green skirt whose hem dangled two inches above her knees and a blue shirt. Dave had told her she looked good enough to be placed between two slices of bread. His words. Her digital watch and her black Nikes seemed a bit out of place but they were gifts from Dave, so she wore them and the consequences be damned.

She sat in her chair and fiddled with a lock of hair absently. She was smiling idly, recalling Saturday morning. Dave was so… great. She might have said fantastic, extraordinary, superhuman, a pure sex machine, but she was feeling a bit realistic. Great would do for now. Newman was droning on about who the hell knew what. She smiled in anticipation. Dave was supposed to meet her for lunch.

 

*            *            *

 

They got out of the janitor’s closet, making sure to appear as natural as possible and failing miserably. At least, there was no one around to spot the two of them. Gwen’s hair was disheveled, strands sticking out of her silky mane. Her shirt was un-tucked and her skirt had been hastily pulled up. Dave was in no better shape. His black T-shirt was rumpled and sticking out of his jeans. His neck-length hair was a scraggly mess and he was breathing heavily. His zipper was still open and he proceeded to pull it up.

They straightened their clothes in the relative silence and smiled at each other. They had been a little quick, but what the hell? Sex is sex, you can’t be too choosy. Gwen walked towards the cafeteria and giggled. Dave swatted her on the butt and jumped out of her arm’s reach, laughing wildly. Gwen stifled a laugh and chased him down the corridor until he stopped, snagged her in his strong arms and kissed her deeply and passionately, like he had a few minutes earlier.

They walked to lunch grinning, hand in hand, like they had always done since their date. They had officially been a couple for four straight months, with no sign of any argument. People were no longer surprised to see them kiss in public at the park or on the benches or in front of their houses.

They were so enthralled in each other that they didn’t see the blonde peering from behind a row of lockers. Nor did they see her murderous stare.

 

*            *            *

 

School could not end soon enough. Dave was walking towards the double doors that signaled freedom, trying to spot his girlfriend. He was quietly waiting for her when he saw a blonde figure approach him and endeavor to catch his eye. He turned to the figure and exhaled loudly.

The girl in front of him was tantalizingly beautiful. She was tall, perhaps 5’9”, had long, straight, honey-blonde hair that hung between her shoulder blades. Her face had a childish, almost petulant, look that made her immensely pleasant to look at. Her nose was slender, like Gwen’s. Flaxen, if a little bushy, eyebrows mounted above crystal blue eyes told him she was a natural and not some K-Mart product. Her lips were presently elegantly stretched in a small smile that lit her whole face. His gaze was drawn to the rest of her body. The first thing he noticed was her chest. It was difficult not to. He figured she was a D cup or something like that. These twin mounds dwarfed the rest of the lean body, almost bizarrely so. She had legs that went up to the moon, a fact not lost on him. She was adorned with a blue miniskirt and a sleeveless red tee that left nothing to the imagination. He could see her attributes stretching the fabric tight, two nipples sticking out quite obviously.

Dave was blown for a moment by the stranger’s splendor. Aphrodite has come to visit me. And it looks like she’s got the hots for me. The girl offered her hand, which he shook lightly. She had a soft grip. He stepped back and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was grateful he was wearing denim, for his nether regions were trying to burst his boxers. The stranger checked him out, eyes lingering on his muscled arms. She finally spoke.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I know this is a bit awkward, but I’ve been looking for you.”

“For me?”

“Uh-huh,”

“Can I ask what for?”

“I’m new around school. I’ve just been transferred from Falls High. You know about the high school, don’t you?”

He did know about the school. Falls High was old and falling apart. Parents had protested and had finally been able to get the administration to move their kids to several other high schools within easy range of Falls High. Green Hills High had absorbed a sizable quantity of these students.

“Yes. What can I do for you?”

“Well, like I said, I’m new and I need some help getting around. I’m also a bit… lacking in the English department and Ms Rodriguez told me to refer to you. You’re kind of a writing guru from what I hear.”

“It figures. Rodriguez always sends me her students. The price of fame. Why do you need my help to get around school?”

She blushed slightly, making blood rush to her cheeks. It made her all the more lovely. “Every guy I’ve talked to tried to hit on me or tried to paw me. You’re the first one to hold a civil conversation. Plus, I was wondering if you could help me with your English prowess.” She suddenly looked him in the eye, an eager look on her face. “Is it true? The stories about you?”

“What stories?”

“They say you wrote a thousand page long novel in one year. That you scored the highest English marks in Green Hills High’s history.”

Dave was suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. He didn’t like talking about his talent. “Maybe.” He saw Gwen waiting for him on top of the stairs. Uh oh. Here comes Aphrodite’s rival. With a capital R. She was looking at the stranger dubiously. He waved at her. “You’re getting to meet my girlfriend. There she is.”

Gwen sauntered to them and slid her right arm around his left arm, almost possessively. My oh my, are we getting jealous Miss Mitchels? She looked at the girl expectantly.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

She was startled. “Oh, I forgot to mention it. Sandra Jurgens.” She offered Gwen her hand. The two girls briefly pumped their hands up and down and quickly let go, as if sensing their mutual uneasiness. “I should probably get going,” Sandra said, glancing at Gwen.

She walked away slowly, as if looking for someone then accelerated her pace. Gwen turned to him and he was surprised to see the angry, almost hurt expression on her face.

“Who the hell was that? What did she want?” she spat.

“Whoa there, tiger!” Dave said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong! We were just talking! Apparently, she has some problems getting around school and Rodriguez wants me to tutor her a bit. That’s all I swear. She didn’t want to go down on me or anything like that.”

“I don’t give a damn! Look at her! She looks like a slut,” she said sullenly.

“That’s just because she’s pretty. Every beautiful girl finds other beautiful girls that talk to their boyfriends sluttish. It’s a universal rule.”

Gwen continued to glower at him, so he gently took her in his arms. He stroked her hair, a move he knew would sooth her. She didn’t respond at first, then slid her arms around him. He hugged her firmly, still stroking her hair.

“Do you really think that I would leave you for the first big-titted girl that crosses my path, even if she is very attractive?” he said softly. “I’m disappointed. I thought you had more faith in me.”

Gwen sniffled and pressed her face into his shoulder. “I was scared. I didn’t want to risk losing you. That girl looks like a slut from Playboy. I guess that’s why I overreacted.” She reached up to play with his hair. “She’s just so beautiful,” she added.

Dave took a half step back, lifting her chin up with his forefinger. Gwen’s eyes were slightly red and puffy. Damn! She had been crying. “Hey, hey. Look at me.” She averted her gaze then stared in his deep eyes. He leaned in and planted a long, deep kiss on her quivering lips. He felt her loosen up a little, pressing against him more firmly, probing his mind with that one kiss. He let her do her thing while he poured all the passion he felt for her in this embrace.

They finally parted, slightly out of breath. Gwen rearranged her hair and smoothed her clothes. “I’m sorry,” she said, whipping her eyes with the back of her hands. “I’m just being stupid. Stupid, insecure girl.”

Dave kissed her forehead and put an arm around her waist, steering her in the direction of her house. “Don’t ever say that again. You’re my girlfriend. My girl can’t be all those horrible things. She’s strong, she’s determined, she doesn’t let a blonde step on her. She’ll fight to the death for her guy. Let’s walk you home. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

They did indeed walk to her house, although it was something like twenty-five blocks away. Gwen did feel better and kissed her guardian angel one last time before stepping inside her house, no longer insecure and safe in Dave’s heart.

 

*            *            *

 

The next weeks passed in a haze. Dave had taken up tutoring Sandra (or Sandy, as she insisted he called her), much to Gwen’s displeasure at first. She had cooled down though. She no longer shot poor Miss Jurgens hostile looks whenever she talked to her hubby. They had started the foundations of a friendship and were becoming steadily closer. Gwen appeared more comfortable, less envious of her new friend’s figure. Sandy, became more confident and was outright mean to boys daring to even stare at her chest as she walked by. She was developing quite an ice-queen rep.

All was well until the exams hit home. They had two months to cram everything their teachers had been talking about in their brain. It did not strain their relationship though. They would meet regularly, talk about their problems, try to find good solutions and depart to study some more before regrouping. Of course, some people did not approve of Dave walking around with two hot chicks on his arms everywhere he went. His mom kept telling him about what the elder inhabitants of Green hills were saying.

The exam week came and they all tried their damned-fucking best to score major. This year was not uneventful. A girl almost ripped her hair off in a fit of hysterics after finding out that she had wrongly answered a question. Guys were hitting the booze so heavily after tests that the schoolyard was often littered with beer cans and drying puke. No ones nerves were spared during this awful period of the year.

By the end of the exams, their nerves were wound so tight, they thought they were going to burst. They finally agreed to meet in a bar and got drunk together to celebrate the end of it all. Sandy’s brother had to literally drag them into his car to get them home. They puked everywhere when they reached their respective lawns. Story was that Dave had fallen asleep on his porch and his mom had found him snoring while getting her morning paper.

Now, three weeks after the last test paper, they had decided to meet again for a road trip, with their parents’ blessings. Sandy’s older brother, Bert, was coming along, to provide some measure of control over the teens.

 

*            *            *

 

The trip consisted of traveling to Lake Eidenger, thirty-two miles from Green Hills. They would have peace and tranquility. Bert had brought along his girlfriend, Rita, a cute Mexican with a shiny mane of raven hair. They settled on the lake’s bank late one morning, setting up their tents and gathering wood for campfire. When they had finished, they went for a long swim in the lake’s cool water. Bert and his liberal girlfriend went skinny-dipping and disappeared for the better part of two hours. No asking what they were doing.

They all had separate tents but Gwen was rarely alone in hers. Dave would always slip inside in the middle of the night and they would cuddle until the wee hours of morning before waking up wrapped in each other’s arms. Sandy was feeling a little lonely, particularly at night when everyone else would have his or her sweetheart spooning with him or her.

Dave and Gwen decided to give her a surprise. They prepared a picnic on one of the many boats that littered the banks. The next morning when Sandy woke up, she gave a small squeal of appreciation and immediately hoped into one of the two shoddy embarkations. They took off for rest of the day, eating, fishing, talking about the exams’ aftermath, just being normal teens.

When they got back, Sandy was bombed. She had drunk a full six-pack of Bud and had barfed repeatedly in the water. When they disembarked on the bank, they found that Bert and his girl had taken a hike and would be back VERY late. Dave and Gwen, who had moderated their drinking, were still standing. Only two beers each. Sandy hit the floor in her tent and started snoring after five minutes. Dave and Gwen were left alone, all alone.

“Well, she sure is happy,” Gwen said.

“No kidding.”

“Maybe she should get a boyfriend or a pet. She sure looks lonely.”

“It’s a bit difficult. Her mom doesn’t want a pet and almost every guy who seems interested in her thinks of only one thing: her chest.”

“It’s kind of difficult not to.”

“Maybe I could find someone who isn’t interested in the bodily attributes…”

They both considered the idea for a few minutes. “Impossible. Pure platonic love just doesn’t exist,” Gwen said.

“You know you’re insulting the entire male population of the world?”

She grinned mischievously. “I am. Why? Are you gonna spank me?” There was a glint in her eye as she said that.

Dave was interested. Lately their routine was becoming… well, routine. A change of scenery was a first step; maybe she would want to do something more… exotic. Gwen leaned towards him, kissing him full on the lips. He savored the moment before she quit and got up.

She led him by the hand outside to the lake’s bank and sat down. Dave was wondering what they were doing here, one hour before sunset, when his girlfriend pulled him down and kissed him again. He felt himself melt into her, her silken hair brushing his face, her soft lips hungrily pressed on his, the promise of things to come hanging in that embrace.

He felt hand son his back rubbing his shoulders softly. He probed Gwen’s mouth with his tongue, feeling her respond aggressively. There was nothing left of the shyness and gaucherie of their first time. She was a new Gwen, completely confident in her ability to make her man salivate with anticipation.

She started to undress him. His shirt dropped to the soft earth and comfy grass while his jeans went flying dangerously close to the water’s edge. He felt nimble hands press against his strong chest. He broke the passionate kiss and started to take her clothes off. He carefully unbuttoned her white shirt and let it slide down her back. He ran a finger along her spine, making her shudder and making goose bumps rise on her delicate skin.

He could see the need on her face. Her breathing was coming in short, quick gasps. She wanted to be had right now it seemed. He smiled as he worked on her jeans. He peeled them off her skin with excruciating slowness, enjoying the way Gwen squirmed underneath him. He dropped her clothes in a bundle beside her. His dick was standing at attention, brushed by the gentle breeze that made the grass sway gently.

He made her lie back on the grass and watch the clouds. He made his way down to her love nest, all the while kissing her body. He probed her pussy with two fingers, slowly working them inside her. His tongue danced across her lips, tasting her sweet secretions. Gwen bucked her hips a little then pulled his head up.

Dave looked at her with a puzzled expression. She was smiling a little. He felt her wrap her fingers around his hard member and slowly stroke it. She quickened her motion and drew a moan from him. She stopped altogether and gave a gentle tug on the member. He brought his waist up to her mouth and waited for the delicious sensations to stroke his every nerve endings.

Instead, he heard her grunt a little. He looked down to see that her pussy was now in front of his face and her head was between his legs. He smiled. They had never tried the sixty-nine position before. He lay on her, careful not to hurt her with his body and felt her lips close around him. He moaned before catching a hint of the scent emanating from her legs.

He lowered his head and began to lick her all over. She squirmed a little then resumed her treatment. She was going slow, making him last as long as was humanly possible. He dipped his tongue between her lips and parted them gently with his forefingers. He gently and slowly passed his tongue over the inside of the lips.

The feeling between his legs was distracting him, as he was undoubtedly distracting her. She would often stop and he would feel her moan around his meat, which, frankly, was wonderful. He pushed his fingers deeper while keeping his tongue to the shallow levels. Gwen accelerated and he felt her tongue slid over his slit, sending jolts to his brain. He could feel his resistance erode.

He tried to hold himself like he had learned to and succeeded in bringing her to an orgasm just before she made him come in her beautiful mouth. The feeling was glorious. It felt like a suction pump was pulling his insides through his dick. He tried concentrating on Gwen’s flood, but his own eruption was clearly distracting him. As a result, Gwen’s face ended up covered with sperm while her juices were running down Dave’s chin.

He took his time and cleaned his girlfriend, careful to arouse her just enough to keep her in the mood. She did the same thing to him. When they were finished, they lay side by side on the grass. He stroked her breasts slowly, letting his fingers circle her nipples and occasionally touch and pinch them. Gwen got up and straddled him. He grunted when her body slid down his member and landed on his pelvis.

Gwen started to move up and down and leaned in to kiss him. He felt her tongue slowly lick his lips and probe his mouth and she accelerated her rhythm. She started to get worked up then suddenly stopped. She reached for her jeans and extracted a slender vibrator from her back pocket. Dave wondered how he could have missed it. He looked up to see Gwen’s mischievous smile. She leaned on him until her breasts were resting gently on his chest and slowly put the sex toy inside her, past his dick. She turned it on and sighed contentedly as the air filled with a buzzing sound.

Dave could scarcely believe it. The thing was sending spiked bolts of pleasure to his nerve endings. He felt Gwen resume her motion and put a hand to her pussy to keep the vibrator in place. She pinched her nipples gently, making them more erect than they already were.

This was great. He lay there as the sun started its slow descend towards the lake’s horizon. The sky was tinged a light orange, which gradually grew into a full-blown sunset as they continued to moan and writhe on the grass. As eternities passed, Gwen slowed and accelerated, always varying her pace, trying to squeeze him dry. If Dave hadn’t practiced so much, he would have let the floodgate be broken a long time ago.

He finally could not take it any more. He pulled her close to him, grinding his hips into her crotch. She was burning hot inside and he felt his seed empty in her bowels as she too came from the vibrator stuck in her. The toy was pushing his limits, making his dickhead shake like a leaf in a Texas storm.

He panted as Gwen reached behind her and extracted the thing from her insides. She smiled tiredly. This was a bit odd. She always seemed so energised after a session of lovemaking. She rolled off him and lay stroking his nipples slowly as she admired he dying light as the sun disappeared behind the ocean. Dave was still feeling a tingle in his shrinking dick, thanks to her care. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t been wearing a rubber.

He turned to Gwen, an almost horrified expression on his face. She was still smiling. “I know, you forgot the rubber. It’s no big, I’m on the pill.”

“Since when?” The shock in his voice was evident.

“I’m eighteen now, dear, remember? I just asked my doctor some.” She shrugged. “I forgot to tell you.” She then smiled mischievously. “You won’t be needing those condoms under your bed anymore. I heard it’s better that way.”

“Yeah, right. And when you become pregnant, who will be blamed? Me.”

“Aaaaww… you’re being a spoilsport. Don’t tell me the sex wasn’t great.”

“It was. Great. Incredible. Heavenly.”

“The best sex you ever had?”

He scrunched his face, looking like he was trying to remember something. “No, maybe not.”

She hit him on the stomach, straddling his chest. “Liar! It was the best and you know it!” She kissed his lips ad played with his tongue for a moment, her right hand pressing against his left breast and her left hand stroking his growing member.

He sighed with pleasure. She was insatiable. Not that he complained. Whenever they had sex, she would do him things he didn’t know were possible and he would make her feel so good, just the memory of it was enough to make her soaking wet, or so she said. It might have been exaggeration but it was partly truth.

He was getting hard again, pumped to life by the hand moving slowly along his shaft. His tongue was racing in her mouth. She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. His dick was pressing between her cheeks. She continued stroking it deliberately slowly to tease him. He closed his eyes for a second as she dug a bottle out of her jeans’ back pocket.

“Jesus, how much stuff do you have packed in that thing?”

She grinned. “Shut up, mister. On your knees.”

He readily complied. She popped the bottle open and squirted a large helping of what looked like jelly to his inexperienced eyes. She slowly applied it along his hard shaft, and even on his balls. Dave was curious. Was she thinking what he was thinking?

It seemed so. Gwen presented him her beautiful ass and pressed the mouth of the bottle into her asshole. He heard her grunt as cold jelly filled her ass. He was excited anew. They had often talked about anal sex but had rarely gone beyond some finger fucking – or finger-squeezed-into-dust-by-the-incredible-tightness-of-her. They had always stopped because she said it hurt real bad.

And now this. There was almost a bottle of jelly in her hole and the rest was on his dick. Gwen wriggled her ass a little. She turned to him, a smirk on her face.

“Go on, you know you want to.” She wriggled her bum once more to emphasise.

Dave was unsure how to begin. He probed her ass with a finger, trying to squeeze past the sphincter. It slid in but not without some effort. He slowly moved it in and out until it could move fairly quickly. He carefully inserted a second finger and heard Gwen utter a low cry. Careful. He let her get used to the invader before moving again. He glanced at his watch and saw that he had been doing this for nearly fifteen minutes.

He finally put in a third finger. His hand was starting to get sore. He moved even more slowly, careful not to hurt her until he heard her moan from his treatment. That was his signal. He positioned his cock at the entrance of the hole, sizing it up. Gwen was on all fours, offering herself doggy style. He pushed the head in. She inhaled sharply and exhaled shakily.

He pushed in one inch of meat. Then two. And three. Each time, he waited for her to adjust to his size. The pressure was incredible. It was squeezing his dick with each heartbeat. He finally pushed all of his six inches inside and let out a shaky breath. Her muscles were working him real good. He put his hands on her hips and slowly started to thrust.

Gwen couldn’t believe the feeling. It was like a huge turd was moving up her hole instead of down. It was both painful and pleasant. She had been prepared, having taken an enema before coming over. She had researched a little on the net and had come up with a way that was enjoyable to do it. Dave was ever so gentle as he penetrated her. He thrust one time, making her grunt. She felt the thing slid out before going in again. He repeated this little maneuver until her ass was less tight.

Dave was now pushing it in fairly quickly. Gwen was grunting with each thrust he made. Seeing her head bent, hair hiding her face and on all fours excited him like never before. It felt like he was dominating her, she was his bitch to do what he liked. He pushed harder. This time she cried out. He ignored her and pushed again. Her ass started responding by grinding back into him.

They continued this part pain, part pleasure movement until Dave felt that Gwen was ready for some fast action. He pulled himself almost out, leaving only the head inside and put his hands on her hips. Gwen must have guessed his intentions as she became still.

He took one deep breathe before pumping the ass beneath him. This time he pushed in like a maniac. At fist, Gwen cried and writhed but he wouldn’t let her get away. He continued his assault until her cries became moans and she pressed back against him. The pressure her ass was making made it difficult to control himself but he managed. He grabbed a fistful of her brown hair with his right hand and pulled her head up.

Gwen felt her hair being pulled. Her head snapped up, a small cry escaping her lips. Dave was really getting into it. He was playing it rough unlike the other times. She rather liked this change. She felt a new buzz in her legs as Dave hand fell on her butt cheeks in a loud smack. He angled his hands in such a way that it caused more noise than pain. She moaned as he hit her again. This was great!

She bucked her hips violently against his thrusting pelvis as she tried to get more of him inside her. She felt her hair being pulled again. She cried and pushed harder. Dave’s hand landed on her bum once more as he plunged inside her relentlessly. She almost passed out when her orgasm hit home. She moaned as her hot nectar erupted from inside her and gushed all over her legs.

Dave felt so good. He didn’t know why he had started slapping her ass but it made him feel in control and seemed to make Gwen wilder. He had continued and felt the familiar stir in his loins. He tried to hold on as much as he could but Gwen’s ass was simply too tight to resist. It felt like the first time all over again. The tightness, the pleasure, this sensation.

Her felt a hot liquid slide down his legs. Gwen must have come. He could now let himself go. It was becoming something of a policy each time they had sex. He would endeavor to cum only after Gwen was satisfied. He thrust harder and pulled her hair more and finally erupted inside her with a loud grunt. He felt his cum pour out into her asshole as he let go of her hair and slumped back on his back.

They were both panting wildly. Gwen turned to him and kissed him. She lay in his arms as they caught their breath. Dave looked down at his dick, expecting it to be covered with shit but he only saw his fluids and the jelly. He looked questioningly at his lover.

She smiled and passed a finger on his lips. “I had an enema. I didn’t want it to be messy. I hope you liked.”

“I adored. It was great. We should have tried it sooner.”

She said nothing and snuggled closer to him. The darkness was all around them. He could hear the soft buzz of the insects as they rested on the lake’s shore.

 

End Part 3

 

“Why don’t you come in for a night cap” she offered.  “I don’t really feel ready to say good night just yet.”  Her voice was suggestive.

 

“I really should get home” he said.  “I have an early day tomorrow, and I have already had more to drink than I should be trying to drive with.”  Her kiss was tempting, but he really didn’t want the blind date to go any further than it had already.

 

She reached up and touched his face and then let her hand slide down his neck and then down the front of his chest.  The gesture was provocative, and it had the desired effect.  It turned the tide of the battle between reason and desire that had been raging between his brain and his groin.  She was not his type.  She would not have been attractive even if she had not been overweight.  It had been a blind date setup through a computer dating service.  Her profile had not been very specific and had not included a picture or he would not have agreed to the first date meeting.  It was obvious that she was willing, but he was old enough to know that if he fucked her there would be obligations.  He knew he should say good night and let it mean goodbye, but he had had a little more to drink than was normal for him, and he hadn’t been in a woman in months which was not normal for him.

 

The door opened had he let her lead him into her apartment.  He resolved to keep this short and make his exit long before things got physical.  If he got on her he knew he would have to call her probably even see her again.  He would end up feeling sorry for her and then it would turn into a messy thing.

 

“Sit down” she said “I’ll get us some wine.  I think you will like this one; not at all pretentious.  It has only the slightest touch of alcohol.  It will help you sober up a bit before you leave.”  Somehow her words actually seemed to make sense at the time.

 

“I really should be getting to bed” he said.

 

“Well, let’s not rush things” she scolded.  Her voice was suggestive enough to make the double entendre obvious.

 

“I… I didn’t mean…” he had no idea how to get out of the verbal mess he had gotten into.  She sat beside him and handed him a glass of red which he sipped because he didn’t know what to say.  “Ah…” the stimulation went through him leaving both shock and arousal in equal amounts as her hand went up the inside of his thigh.  He leaned back on the couch automatically his legs parting slightly.  Her hand continued up and slid over the growing wad at the top of his thighs.  “I really can’t… I mean I really have to…”

 

She silenced him by putting her mouth over his and kissing him.  By the time she lifted off of him he was groping her breast.  He could not exactly remember how that had happened.  He hadn’t had to seduce her, and that alone was driving him wild.  He pushed her back against the couch beside him and moved over her to take the initiative. Her moves suggested he could do whatever he wanted to her and whether that was his imagination or truth it had the same effect.  He had completely forgotten his resolve; he was going to fuck her.

 

She unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked the front clasp of her bra making it easier for him to get at her.  It felt as if he had ordered her to do that, but he could remember saying anything.  It didn’t matter.  He had his hand inside her bra cup and was working on her before the kiss ended.

 

“Please be gentile with me” she begged.  “I haven’t had it in a long time.  I’m awfully tight.  I’ll do whatever you want, but please don’t hurt me.”  He lifted off her and held out his hand to help her up.  She led the way to the bedroom.

 

Before he really knew what was happening he was pulling off his turtle neck shirt.  He had lost the sports jacket earlier but could not remember taking it off.  She was kneeling on the bed pulling her skirt up over he ass.  Her blouse and bra were gone and she was naked from the waist up and if she had been wearing panties she had lost them earlier.  She squirmed around and positioned herself, spreading her knees to give him a good look at her beaver in the dim light.

 

“Go ahead” she offered.  “Take me like a bitch.”  She lay her breasts down on the bed, arched her back and put her hands against the headboard to brace her body against his thrust.

 

He crawled up on the bed behind her and knelt between her knees.  He undid his belt unzipped his pants and took his penis out of his underwear.  He bent forward slightly and shoved it into her.

 

“Ah… oh god it’s so big” she moaned as he gave it to her.  All thought of being gentle vanished with the first penetration.  He bent forward and put his hands against the headboard above her and began to hammer on her with his hips.  She was panting as each thrust forced the air out of her lungs.  He grunted in ecstasy. 

 

The entire episode lasted only a few minutes.  She was tight on him and she was actively squeezing with her cunt muscles.  His cock had gone in like an iron rod and he fucked her like an animal.  Finally he bent down and grabbed her shoulders.  He arched his back to the limit of the tendons and forced his hips against her thighs.  He knew he was hurting her.  He knew she hadn’t seen a lot of action and his cock was longer than the tube he was forcing it into.  He didn’t care.  He was beyond caring.  He began pumping her full, empting himself into her.

 

When he was done breeding her he collapsed on top of her trying to catch his breath.  His penis softened quickly and he rolled off onto the bed beside her; his pants and underwear still around his knees.  At first he was just a little embarrassed, and then he began to feel the guilt.  He had not done one thing to help her enjoy the intercourse.  He had gotten completely lost in his own needs.  He had not even made an effort to control himself or delay his ejaculation.  There had been almost no foreplay; to make him feel worse he had really enjoyed it.  He had come into her house determined not to get in bed with her.  He didn’t find her attractive.  He couldn’t even say he liked her.  He had just used her; hurt her and loved every one of the few short minutes.

 

“I’m sorry” he apologized.  “I normally don’t…”  She was lying on her side beside him smiling up at him.  Her expression silenced his remorse.

 

“You shouldn’t apologize” she said.  “You’re a man, a real man and you just took me the way a man is supposed to fuck a woman.  You should never apologize for your masculinity.”

 

He raised his eyes to meet hers. She was lying on her side looking up at him.  She wasn’t beautiful, her body wouldn’t have been sexy even if she lost fifty pounds, but lost in the feelings that her eyes conveyed, he didn’t notice.  All of her physical attributes were gone in that instant and it was just her.  He had used her, and yet she had welcomed it.

 

“I am very aroused” she said.  “I need to masturbate.  I can go in the other room if you find it offensive.”

 

“No… I won’t mind at all.  I…” he said it automatically.  Normally he would have loved to watch a woman masturbate, but he had come hard and was not the least bit sexually stimulated.  A beautiful woman he would have enjoyed watching; this was more charity.  He had not gotten up and left immediately because he felt guilty about how rough he had fucked her and felt he should give her a little more time.

 

“Human’s have survived for thousands of years, hundreds of thousands” she explained, “mostly because of our ability to breed.”  She rolled over and opened the drawer on the night stand and took out a small diameter dildo.  She flicked the switch on the base and the device began to squirm like a snake, bending and straightening in the middle and the head began to revolve as well as vibrate.  She shut it off and lifted her leg.  He was staring at the device.  “Do you want to stick it up me” she asked.  “I think I’d like that.”

 

He was breathing through his mouth.  Despite his depleted sexual state, he nodded.  His hand was shaking as she wrapped his hand around the base.  “Don’t be shy” she advised.  “I like it to go in hard.” She guided his hand to her pussy and then spread her lips.  He felt uncomfortable holding something that felt like a penis, but he went with it.

 

“Are you ready” he asked.  He didn’t wait for her to answer.  He moved the head around and thrust it up her.  She gasped as it went in.  He turned on the switch and then put his finger against the base and pushed the last few inches into her.  She was panting.  She closed her legs holding the device in her.  She closed her eyes and to enjoy the sensations.

 

“I have studied human anthropology extensively” she continued.  “It really is fascinating how our ancestors used to live.  Small groups, ten to twenty men and women lived together in caves or encampments.  The men and older boys would go out in a group to hunt.  Humans need the concentrated proteins of meat and the men could only hunt the larger animals in groups.  The party would usually be out for a day or more and would return with the kill animals gutted.  As they approached the camp, the women would get themselves ready.  Mmmm….” She moaned as the mechanical device in her cunt continued to push her closer to climax.

 

“What do you mean ‘get themselves ready’ what did this involve?” he was trying to hide his curiosity.  His mind was envisioning the images her words were painting for him.

 

“In the center of the main room of the cave” she continued, “they had rocks or large logs spaces several feet apart.  The women would strip and spread furs over the pedestals.  They would kneel and bend over the supports.  If a woman or girl was not aroused she would apply animal fat to her lips to make the penetration easier.  As the men approached they would see the naked females waiting and ready for them.  The men had spent their time and effort, often risking their lives to bring the meat that the group needed.  The women offered themselves as their part of earning their share of the kill.”

 

“Oh my god” he said.  “They just presented and waited for the men to mount and rape them.”  He tried to sound shocked, but his own sexual arousal at the images she was describing was hard to disguise.  In his mind he saw in vivid color the scene before the communal fire in front of the cave opening; eight to ten women of all ages kneeling, bent over rocks or logs with their asses raised to receive.  Men of all ages standing or kneeling behind them humping like animals grunting and coming.  The men would move from hole to hole filling whatever pussy was available and recovering quickly from each ejaculation ready to fill the next woman whoever she was.

 

“The women were only raped when they refused to submit” she continued.  “If all of the women presented, no one particular pussy got over worked.  Usually it was the women that made sure that all of the females who were old enough to receive did their part to take the men’s semen.  The men were aroused by the women’s bodies, and then even more by sex that was going on all around them.  In an orgy setting, men seldom care which hole they stick their cock into.”

 

“That must have been so awful for the women” his voice was not the least bit convincing of his feelings.  She glanced down and he followed her eyes to see that he was rubbing his penis.  His face reddened, but she only smiled.

 

“I’m ready to come” she said.  “Why don’t you put that thing to good use?”  She opened her legs and pulled out the dildo that had been inside of her.  She laid it carefully on the night stand where it continued to squirm and vibrate eventually falling onto the floor.

 

He crawled on top of her and she opened her legs and lifted her knees bringing her pussy up to meet his advance.  He carefully pushed up her attempting to be gentler than he had been before.  The dildo was smaller and shorter than his cock and it had tightened her up.  He had to force his way in.

 

“Don’t wait for me” she cautioned.   “I’m ahead of you, and I like it rough.”

 

He grabbed her arms and began to pump her hard.  It was his custom to sleep after he came, and he usually did not get hard again unless the first delivery had been unsatisfying.  He had come hard, and drained his balls.  He was aroused, but dragging out another load was going to take considerable effort.  He wasn’t even close when she started groaning and he felt the uncontrolled convulsions in her thigh muscles.  He picked up the pace slamming into her hard which only pushed her faster.  She was finished even before he felt the start of his orgasm.

 

“Don’t stop” she said.  “Don’t worry about me. Keep going until you finish.”

 

He resumed his harder faster pace trying to force his orgasm to the surface.  She bore down with her muscles squeezing his penis trying to help him.  His mind fixated on prehistoric women and the ancient breeding rituals that she had told him about. In that situation, men would not attempt to stall or restrict their natural orgasms.  Why would they?  If the woman didn’t cum with them, another man was right behind him ready to finish her.  If a woman finished earlier, and a new man had just mounted her she would cum and then have had no choice but to wait while whoever was on her got off in her.  Even if she was exhausted she would have to wait until all the men were ready to release her.  It was natural the natural way for men and women to fuck.

 

His own thoughts and imagination consumed him and as he felt the tingling that went down his back, across his hips and down his legs he felt the woman squirming under him.  She was pumping her legs to his rhythm.  She was going to climax again.  He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head and began driving his cock straight down into.  He pulled out as she lifted her knees and he reposition to drive straight into her G spot.  It was the move they both needed.  They went over the edge together and he began shooting into her as her heavy thighs crushed his hips holding him in her.

 

He shot load after load into her and then collapsed on her limp body.  His sexual interest was drained, but he images remained.  So many things suddenly made sense to him.  A younger woman with a tighter box would get more attention, and it made sense that her body might require more stimulation to reach orgasm.  Younger men mixed with older men fucking women of equally diverse ages.  A man could fuck whatever way was natural for him.

 

“You think you might have enjoyed life more in a simpler time” she asked.  She had seen the distant look on his face and guessed what was on his mind.

 

“Well” he said “I suppose that lifestyle would be fine for the men, but I think civilization has made it vastly better for women.”

 

“Better for women?” she sounded shocked.  “What are you talking about?  Maybe better as long as you’re skinny and young with huge tits, but you can’t possibly believe that this is better for anyone else.  Don’t get me wrong, civilization has done a lot to improve the lives of people, but it has ruined sex for everyone.  I mean, look at me.  This is the first intercourse that I have had in three years that didn’t involve my fingers and that toy and I had to practically drug you and tie you up to get you to use me.  You think I prefer masturbating to having men lined up to jump my ass.  Hell even the pretty little bitches get old and then they’re left alone with their fingers.  God made men and women and gave them a need and men came along with their silly rules and poisoned the most beautiful thing in the world.  It’s the worst thing that men ever did.  I hope they burn in hell for it.”

 

“Men?” he pushed himself up on one elbow.  “You think men did this?”

 

“Of course men did this” she said.  “The damn sex laws started with the patriarchal religions.  A man had to ‘own’ his woman and even if he didn’t want her pussy, he couldn’t let anyone else have her.”  She spit to the words out with sarcasm and disgust.

 

“How do you know so much?” he changed the subject.  She was obviously passionate about something he knew nothing about.

 

“Everybody knows this” she said, “well, everybody with any advanced anthropology training.  For obvious reasons, anthropologists don’t publicize the facts about what is natural human sexual behavior, but it’s not a secret.  You can imagine the political implications, not to mention the religious ones if the average person knew what was normal behavior.”

 

“What if a woman didn’t want to participate?” he asked.

 

“Strange question” she replied.  “I doubt that happened often.  Children grew up watching in the background.  Younger children watched older children move out of the shadows and take their place on the pedestals.  The boys and girls knew what would be expected of them when they got older.”

 

“Still” he pressed.  “Children are often rebellious.”

 

“There are different schools of thought on that” she explained.  “Usually the very young children stayed back in the shadows during the sexual intercourse.  As they got older the young boys had to accompany the men on the hunt before they were allowed to participate in the sex.  Young girls were left alone until their tits started to grow and their vaginas were large enough to receive.  When that happened the older women would inspect her vagina and decide if she was big enough to take their place with the women.  Some in my profession believe that if a boy refused to hunt, or a girl refused to kneel, they were excluded from meals until they submitted.  They either participated with the community, or they starved to death.  Most of us believe that refusal was not an option.  A girl that refused was stripped and held in position by the other women while the men forced her open.  She was usually treated roughly until her will was broken and she took her place willingly.  Boys who would not assist the men in the hunt were treated as women, taking it in the ass along side of the other girls.  Humiliation if not pain changed their attitude.”

 

“That just seems horrible” he said.  His penis was dead, but his blood was racing again.  He tried to fake a socially acceptable attitude that his hormones rejected.  The vision of a young girl begging to be let go as the women stripped her in front of half a dozen men who were all erect and ready to take her swam through his head.  Then she was forced to her knees and her legs pulled apart by the women who she knew as mothers and sisters.

 

“Horrible” she asked; “Horrible like the clan not being welded together to protect each other from attacking animals.  Do you mean horrible like men being killed in a hunt because they were short handed and unable to take down the animals that were stronger and faster than them because a young boy was a coward?  It was how our species survived.  No, sex welded the community together.  More important, sex mixed the gene pool to create a being that was strong enough to survive.  This monogamy nonsense has made us genetically inferior, weak.  If primitive men and women had not bred randomly, we would never have gotten out of the caves.  That is our legacy.  That is the way we as a species survived.  What is horrible is what the religious pigs have done to us.”

 

“But the women had no choice” he argued.

 

“Do you think men have a choice?” she asked.  “Do you think the men coming back from several days alone on the hunt really had a choice when they saw the females presenting their pussies?  Do you think men today have a choice?  Look at you.  Your hormones drive you to fuck anything you can get to hold still.  Right now you just finished with me, and you are rational, but try going a few months without sex, and see if you have any choice when a woman offers herself.  Men are just as much a slave to sex as women are.  If they weren’t, they would never put up with the crap they take.  Men and women are both slaves.  You can either fight it, or you can be yourself and try to enjoy life the way it was meant to be lived.  If you fight your nature, it will turn into a perversion. 

 

 

As I eat and the train rumbled on I took up a conversation with the lovely ladies and found out that Tina and Linda (not there real names) were on their way to Chicago too.  Tina asked what the group of men was that were there on the train and when I told them we were all sailors going to Chicago for the next 12 week of boot camp they were impressed. 

 

We continued to talk until we were the only three in the car.  Finally Linda slipped away to talk to one of the other guys and Tina and I started to talk alone.  She told me she was a black jack dealer in Los Vegas and had come home to Boston to she her Mom.  She told me that she noticed I seamed to be in charge of the men and I told her because I was the oldest and had enlisted for a longer time then most of them I was.  This seems to draw her attention to me even more.

 

Let me first say that Tina was a vision of loveliness.  She was about 5’7”, blue eyes, blond hair and a figure that could stop all thirty of us sailors on any given day.  I was very happy to be holding my own with her.   She told me that she was traveling economy class and wondered how I was traveling.  I told her that the Navy set us up with two man private births that converted into two single beds.  She says she wished she could afford a place like that for her trip.  She was changing trains in Chicago and going back to Vegas and would be sleeping in the coach chairs for the full 4-day trip.

 

I was no dunce and I got the hint very quickly.  I asked if she could give me a minute and I went and found my birth buddy and filled him in on what I was trying to arrange.  He told me that he didn’t plan on using the room at all.  He was going to stay at the bar and see if he could tie one on for the last time before the 12 weeks of hell.

 

I went back and told Tina that my buddy wasn’t going to use the room and that if she wanted to she could come and sit in it with me.  We slipped out of coach car and into the bunkroom car, found the room available for me and pulled the door close behind us.  I couldn’t believe my luck.  She and I sat on the sofa and soon were kissing heavenly.  My hand reached for her firm full breasts and were not turned away in any way shape or manner.  She asked how the bed worked and I showed her that the couch pulled out and created a very good size bed.  Soon we were both laying next to each other and fondling each other.  I opened Tina’s top to find the most love pair of breasts I had ever seen.  Next she slipped out of her pants and panties and I found my first shaved pussy I had ever personally seen.  Then I noticed something very strange about her she had the most beautiful tan body I had ever seen.  Not a tan line on it.  She told me that back at Vegas she would sit out by her pool nude.  She believed she needed to have a full tan for all the small costumes she wore at the casino. 

 

I began to suck on her full breasts and my fingers found her sweet bare pussy was all wet and waiting for me to take her.  Suddenly she stopped and said before we made love that she needed to use the rest room.  Because, there was in my birthing compartment I told here I would put up the bed and stop out so she could use it.  She told me not to bother she would slip her coat on and just go down the hall to the ladies room. 

 

As we opened the door there was the conductor was standing there making his rounds.  He new that everyone in this car was Navy personnel and that Tina didn’t belong there.  He told her that she was going to have to leave now.  She convinced him that she need to get her bag out of my car so he gave her two minutes to clear out.   I was so frustrated and turned on and here she was being sent back to coach. 

 

We still had 20 hours to go to Chicago and were now confined to the coach.  Tina became leery of trying to get alone for the rest of the trip.  The best we could do was through a blanket over us and feel each other up the rest of the way.  She did make me cum once by jacking me off and I got her off as well but we never did hook up the hole way.

 

I was my luck that the only conductor that took the train from Boston to Chicago was the one who caught us.  He keep and eye out for us and turned us around when we tried to slip into the room at about 3am.  When I got to Chicago Tina only had about 45 minutes to get to her other train station and catch her next train to Nevada.  We did ever see each other again.  I have had many a wet dream about her and often wondered what happened to her.  Many a night while at sea I masturbated to the wonder thoughts of that most beautiful body I almost had.

 

Let me know what you think of my true adventures.  This is my third story and all have been true.  Contact me at strongentle@yahoo.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  I had a hard time believing what these parents were telling me.  Were they saying it was ok to fuck their daughter, as long as I brought her home safely?  It sure seemed like it.
 Diapers got her handle from me.  It came from a near accident, which resulted in another accident. 
 We had been riding around town one evening in my classic ‘66 Dodge Charger.  We were chatting on the CB with her parents and some of my friends.  We scared the hell out of all of them when, over the air, they heard my tires squeal, Diapers scream, and me yell, “OH SHIT!” 
 Diapers parents, and a number of my CB friends, immediately wanted to know what had happened and were we were all right. 
 It took a long time for the laughter to fade when I told them what had happened.

  I had swerved hard to miss a skunk, but got him anyway.  Luckily, it was a clean kill, and he didn’t spray my car.  Thank God for 14” wide rear tires, and a skunk whose business end was aimed toward the roadside, and away from my car. 
 Diapers, however, continued to look upset after I thought it was all over and all was well.  She didn’t want to tell me why.  She just insisted I take her home right away. 
 When we got to her home, she quickly got out of the car, and ran inside.  I then realized why she needed to get home.  It was a good thing my seats were vinyl.  Her seat was soaking wet.  The near accident with the skunk had caused Diapers to have an accident of her own.  She had pissed her pants, and nearly flooded my car’s seat. 
 As if she wasn’t embarrassed enough, I added insult to injury.  While she cleaned up and changed her clothes, I drove to the nearest store and bought a pack of disposable diapers.  

  When she came out of the house, I gave her the pack of diapers.  The pack had been opened and one diaper was missing.  She thought her son had needed changing.

  When I opened the car door for her, she saw why the package had been opened.  I had spread one of the diapers on her seat.  “...to catch any further accidents.”  I told her. 
 Hence, her handle, Diapers.  Even her father started calling her Diapers.  After he quit laughing, that is.  Her mother did her best to hold in her laugh.  She failed.

  Poor Diapers. 

  Diapers and I spent many evenings together.  We attended sporting events, watched movies, ate out often, and frequently ended up in bed. 
 She was a wonderfully energetic lover.  Every time we made love, she acted like it was something new and special to her. 
 Diapers loved having her sizable tits fondled, pinched, and sucked.  Fingering her pussy would frequently bring her to orgasm. 

  She had just one little quirk.  She always wanted my dick’s entry into her pussy to be hard, fast, and deep.  Each time, before I entered her, she raised and spread her knees.  She would then say, “Ram it to me, honey.” 
 I would position my dick at her pussy’s entrance, and, with one hard thrust, bury my cock deep in her hole.  Diapers would give a sharp gasp as I slammed into her.  Her pussy was always tight.  After the ramming entry, I’d hold my dick deep in her so I could feel her pussy’s muscles as they milked me. 
 As I started stroking in and out of Diapers, she would wrap her legs around my waist and put her arms around my neck.  She’d grunt and groan with every stroke.  When I dumped my load deep in her pussy, she would usually cum too.  She said feeling my warm cum flooding into her hole got her off.             
 I think, of all the dates we went on, the most fun we had was on a two night trip to attend a large CB Break held at the Tucson, Az. County fairgrounds.  Diapers’ parents watched her baby while we went to what became one big party. 
 We had waited too long before deciding to go, so we could not get a motel room in the fairgrounds area.  Luckily, the weather was warm, and the rear seats in my car folded nearly flat.  So, with some towels covering the windows, and several blankets for a cushion, we had an instant room. 

  From dusk to nearly dawn both nights we were in Tucson, my car’s suspension was kept in action.  I think we were trying to wear each other out.  Neither of us succeeded, but it sure was fun trying.

  Diapers claimed to be sore for a week.  Though I never admitted it, I was sore as well.  

  After a while, we just drifted apart.  Too bad.
      

Beth got there at 8:45 while Jin and Maria arrived at 9pm sharp. While soft Oriental music played and they sipped wine Lin shocked Beth when she revealed, “The sexual exploits you are having at Jin's place are not just fun and games. Women of means that crave sex with other females and want to live out their fantasies pay dearly for the services of Lin's girls and you are one of them! Your daughter Laura has become my lover and you are to continue with your new position as a pussy whore.” Lin handed the visibly shaken mother a thick wad of money and told her that it was her cut.

“But, b..b.but my daughter? And I am a prostitute? I don't want Laura to be involved in this and I am not a whore!”

“Your little girl is not a hooker, she is my lover but you are and stop bitching because you are getting paid to do what you love doing and paid quite handsome I might add. Now stop whimpering and strip naked; then go to the center of the room and get on your knees. Your place in life is to bring pleasure to other women; the sooner you learn that then the better off you will be.” Beth submissively obeyed. Lin and Jin let the Italian sex goddess go first. The 22 year old was a vision of loveliness, she stood 5' 7”, had long flowing black hair, dark eyes, and curved in all the right places.

The voluptuous vixen sexily strolled over to the kneeling redhead and stood so close to Beth that her trimmed pussy was in tongue's reach of the submissive mother. Maria lifted the trembling hands of the shamed but aroused mother to her heaving breasts. Beth squeezed the glorious globes as her tongue flicked out to sample the dew drops that were dripping from the sweet pussy lips. Beth kissed, licked, and sucked the smoldering womanhood of the Italian woman with vigor. Maria held Beth's head tight to her climaxing cunt and bellowed out in Italian as her juices flowed into the sucking woman's hungry mouth. Both Chinese women took their turn before Maria went back for more of Beth's pleasure giving mouth.

Maria stroked Beth's red hair and praised Beth for her wonderful pussy licking skills. Beth was shocked to look over at the sofa and see Lin sitting on the sofa with her lovely legs spread wide while Laura was on the floor sucking the exotic woman's toes. Laura then kissed her way up Lin's legs until she reached her goal. The blond girl then greedily devoured the scrumptious pussy with passion. A tear fell down Beth's cheek as she watched her daughter eat the Chinese pussy but she also felt her own juices flowing again and was ashamed to admit to herself that watching her own daughter eat her lover's delicious cunt was turning her on more than anything ever had before. Beth was amazed that watching this taboo, lewd, and perverse act by her own daughter filled her was a consuming lust.

Beth's train of thought was broken when Lin demanded, “Get the hell over here slut and eat your daughter's pussy and ass from behind while she worships her mistress. Don't just stare at us; crawl on over here and eat your little girl's sweet pussy!” With tear filled eyes and lust in her heart Beth complied and crawled up to her daughter's swaying buttocks. As she licked her daughter's pussy, she noted how wet it was and how delectable it tasted. Beth's head was spinning and she was out of control. She fingered Laura's squishing pussy as she hungerly licked the enlarged clit. Jin and Maria got behind Beth and roughly pushed her head into her daughter's sopping pussy.

The two women taunted the mother saying, “Lick up all of her cum and then stick your tongue deep up your daughter's brown-hole. Come on slut, that little brown hole is puckered and demanding attention. Tongue fuck it and make her cum again!” Beth felt so debased and perverted as her tongue probed her daughter's ass hole but at the same time she was overcome with carnal desire to make Laura reach another orgasm and drink it all up. As her daughter gyrated her hips and humped back at her mother's tongue Beth felt fingers in her own cunt and ass. She exploded in orgasm at the same time that her daughter did.

Maria consoled the shaken mother and soon they were engaged in a passionate sixty-nine. Laura was helped to the sofa, laid back, and screamed out in ecstasy when her mistress lovingly probed her young pussy with her long and talented tongue. Jin straddled the blond head and lowered her puffy pussy lips to Laura's mouth. The room was filled with the smell of aroused pussies and female cum but that only served to further arouse the five horny women. Finally they were all sated and went home. Beth and Laura agreed not to talk about or engage in any sex between them unless the mistress told them to do so. Maria expressed a desire to Jin to see the mother and daughter again while Lin sipped her wine and planned future adventures.

The next day Lin called Jin to ask when her next cruise was planned and was delighted to find out that it was in three weeks. Once a year Jin took her good customers for a 10 day cruise that had no destination but just sailed out to sea for fun and frolic. Jin always made certain that there were plenty of girls along, at no charge, to satisfy every need of her wealthy clients. Lin excitedly called Beth and told her and Laura that they were going on a sea cruise. Jin sent a limousine to pick them up and transport them to the dock. Jin was there to greet them, she was accompanied by a blond with a stunning body and another woman with light brown hair.

Jin introduced the women as Cathy and Nancy. Cathy, the blond with big blue eyes and a rather large bosom was a minister's wife and Nancy was her friend and neighbor. Their husbands were off to Europe for a convention of ministers and their assistants for a month. Jin found the women on the pier crying their eyes out because they had planned on taking a cruise but they were late and the ship set sail without them. The two women gratefully accepted Lin's generous offer to accompany her on the cruise. Lin was taken aback by the minister's wife's stunning beauty. She wondered how a woman could look so sexy and act so innocent. She noted that the slender, brown eyed Nancy was quite attractive in her own right.

Jin instructed a crew member to show her guests to their rooms while she spoke to Lin for a moment. Jin explained that there had been a change of plans. Beth was to stay with her and Laura was to share a cabin with Lin but now Cathy and Nancy would stay with her while Lin would have both Beth and Laura stay in her cabin. Lin exclaimed, “You sly fox, you plan on seducing the minister's wife and her friend, don't you? Do they know that this is a lesbian cruse and how do you plan to go about it?”

“No, they don't know that yet but they soon will. We will have to keep mother and daughter occupied while we seduce the two innocent darlings. I just love to introduce straight women to our world and you are the best seductress there is. I am getting wet just thinking about watching you fucking them with that long tongue of yours. Once that is accomplished they will be putty in our hands and will be only too glad to put their sweet lips on our horny Chinese cunts.”

“It does sound delightful, I can hardly wait. How old are they anyway?”

“Cathy is 24 and Nancy is 21. I don't know what their sexual experience is but I suspect that it is limited and we are going to open new doors for them!” The six woman enjoyed a fine dinner in the dining room and then went topside to watch the awesome sunset from the deck of the ship. With no land in sight it was a breathtaking event. As they strolled the deck Cathy asked where the men were and observed that even all the help were Chinese women. Jin informed the two sweet women that it was a women only cruse and that the ship was owned by a Chinese company.

The women all went to their rooms early as they had a busy schedule planed the next day starting with some fishing, then breakfast followed by a workout, lunch, and then some swimming. After dinner they would listen to the band and meet some of the other passengers. Lin was enjoying a little threesome with mother and daughter but Jin decided to play it cool with the two naive white women. She planed to ply them with wine the next night and with the help of Lin she would get into their sweet little panties and acquaint them with woman-to-woman sexual bliss. There were two beds in the cabin and it was decided that Jin would have a bed to herself and the two friends would share a bed. Jin enjoyed the flustered looks of embarrassment on the white women's faces as they put on pajamas and gasped when they saw the nude Chinese sexpot.

Jin did not hurry to get between the sheets; she smiled when all eyes were on the stiff, brown nipples and her lush bush of silky black pubic hair. In a low sultry voice Jin stated, “I hope you don't mind me sleeping in the nude; it is how I always sleep.”

Cathy replied. “Oh, heavens no, please be comfortable, after all, we are your guest and we don't want to be bothersome. I don't know how we can ever repay you for your kindness.” The sexy oriental woman got in bed and told them to get a good sleep. It turned her on so much to have the prudish women admire her sensuous body. Before going to sleep the sex goddess thought of how they could repay her. She smiled as she thought that a tongue in her steaming pussy and one up her ass would be a great way for them to repay her.

They were up at dawn, washed up, put on shorts and tee shirts and met Lin and the mother and daughter topside. They caught several big fish and quickly became good friends. They found Cathy and Nancy's natural enthusiasm refreshing. Jin and Lin wondered if the goody-goody girls could let go and enjoy themselves like that when they had sex. After breakfast the girls went to the spa and fitness center. They had a vigorous workout, changed into their bathing suits and went for a swim.

The preacher's wife and her friend felt out of place in their one piece bathing suits. Most were in bikinis, some were topless, while others swam nude. Lin asked them what was wrong when they looked upset. Nancy answered, “Well, the women seem to be doing a lot more than having playful fun; some of them are groping each other. Are they lesbians?”

Lin told them not to worry about them and to just have a good time. When they decided that they had enough sun for one day they went to their cabins to shower and get ready for dinner and music. While Nancy was in the shower Jin was once again nude while Cathy was wrapped in a large pink terry towel. Jin desperately wanted to tell Cathy that they would share the shower but didn't want to scare her off and informed Cathy that she could go next. Jin was pleased when the preacher's wife was unable to keep her eyes of of her alluring oriental body and teasingly inquired, “Do you like what you see?”

Cathy's face turned deep red and she apologized saying, “I am so very sorry! Please forgive me, I didn't mean to stare, it's just that you are so beautiful.”

A wicked grin crossed Jin's face as she purred, “That is quite alright, you can stare at me anytime. I like it when a beautiful woman such as yourself admires my body.” Nancy exited the bathroom and the confused preacher's wife went inside and wondered why she was so flustered and why she was aroused?

The girls went to dinner, drank wine, listened to the band playing old standards, and Jin made sure that the lovely, young Chinese waitress kept the wine glasses full. The band left the stage and was soon replaced by an all girl group playing rock and roll music. Everyone was dancing and having a good time; after the preacher's wife danced with a woman in a man's suit she came back to the table with a puzzled look on her beautiful face. Lin asked, “What's wrong darling? You look as if you have seen a ghost; what is bothering you?”

The stunned blond replied. “That woman I was dancing with had a big thing between her legs, she was rubbing it against me and groping by breasts and buttocks! What is going on here?”

Jin smiled and inquired. “What kind of thing are you talking about?”

“It was like a man's thing, you know what I mean.”

“No, tell me Cathy, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, it was like a penis, only bigger.”

“I see now, it was a big fat cock. But girl's don't have cocks. How could that be? Perhaps you just miss your husband and and you wanted it to be a big cock!”

“No, no, it really was. How could I ever have imagined that? She even whispered in my ear that she wanted to f..fu..er, ag have sex with me.”

“Hmmm, maybe it was some kind of joke. You seem all flustered, did it arouse you?”

“Well I...ahh..no, it was strange, that's all.”

Lin held Cathy's hand, looked right into those big blue eyes and said, “I think it did turn you on, come dance with me.” They gyrated to a couple of fast songs and when a slow song came up Lin held the preacher's wife close and whispered in her ear, “You couldn't say the word. Did the woman say that she wanted to fuck you? Did your pussy get wet?”

To her shame Cathy could feel the juices flow and the fire burning between her legs. She pleaded, “Please don't talk like that anymore; it is not right. Please stop now.” Lin kissed her full on the lips. Cathy almost lost it when she felt Lin's long tongue probing her mouth while both hands squeezed her shapely buttocks. Suddenly she felt her dress being lifted and a hand went to her moist pussy.

Cathy was panting and purring, as Lin's hand pulled her panties aside she felt two fingers enter her smoldering cavern. Cathy tried to fight the feelings that were building up in her fiery frame but the smoldering lust was overpowering, her pussy tingled, her body stiffened as a powerful orgasm flowed from her inflamed love hole like a volcano erupting. Lin sternly told the confused blond, “You act so prim and proper but you are just a slut. I've never seen a pussy any wetter than yours. Enough bullshit bitch; I'm going to take you back to the cabin and show you what you have been missing.” Lin lifted her sticky fingers to Cathy's pink lips and made the frightened girl taste her own cum.

As Lin guided her new bitch back to the table she smiled when she spotted Jin dancing with Nancy and putting her moves on the unsuspecting girl. Once back at the table they drank more wine. Jin and Nancy returned to the table as well, Nancy appeared confused and aroused and the two oriental women gave each other a knowing glance. Jin spoke to the waitress and soon three extremely tall Chinese girls approached the table. Jin introduced them as players for the Chinese National Female basketball team and told the mother and daughter to spend the night with them.

Beth and Laura had questioning looks on their faces but did not protest as they were led away by the tall girls. Jin instructed the waitress to send some wine to their cabin as they guided the confused, aroused, and tipsy white women back to the rooms. The door was opened that separated the two cabins as the wine arrived. Jin turned on some music and started dancing seductively with Nancy. Lin sat on the sofa with the trembling wife and resumed kissing her. Lin was soon licking Cathy's face, neck, and ears with her long tongue. The preacher's wife offered no resistance when her dress was lifted over her head. The blond stared in awe as Lin's long tongue licked her now stiff, pink nipples. Cathy was filled with conflicting emotions. She knew that this was wrong but it felt so good and she was mesmerized by the oriental seductress with the serpent like tongue.

Lin kissed and licked down the stunning blond's inflamed body, she lingered on her flat tummy and creamy thighs. Cathy almost passed out when she felt the awesome tongue slither up her fuming hole. The preacher's wife squirmed, wiggled, and twitched to a rousing orgasm. She saw stars and all of the colors of the rainbow as she exploded on the probing monster tongue. Lin did not let up but kept licking and sucking with fervor. By now Cathy was lost in a cyclone of lust and was being carried away the sublime winds of ecstasy. Nothing else mattered but the pleasure she was felling between her legs. Gone were the feelings of guilt and shame, those feelings were replaced by carnal cravings and a lewd desire to feel the tongue of pleasure up her horny hole.

After several orgasms Lin let Cathy gain her composure while discarding her own clothing. They glanced over to the bed and watched Jin and Nancy engage in a wild sixty-nine. This only increased their arousal as Cathy's eyes surveyed the luscious body of the enchanting oriental temptress. Lin lifted Cathy's trembling hands to her heaving breasts. Cathy squeezed and fondled the soft globes. Lin gently guided the blond's face to her pointy nipples. The white woman found the dark nipples alluring and without being told she sucked with passion. Lin hand fed her rubbery nipples to the sucking mouth of the preacher's wife. Cathy went back and forth paying attention to both succulent tits for over a half hour.

Lin pushed the white woman on her back and straddled her angelic face. Cathy's eyes opened wide as she gazed into the smoldering pussy. The fuming pussy omitted a strong aroma that Cathy found intoxicating; she licked her lips as she watched the honey drip from the puffed pussy lips. With an evil grin on her face, Lin looked down at the succumbing woman and saw the submission and desire in her blue eyes and teased, “You can't wait to taste my Chinese cunt can you slut? Did you ever eat pussy before? Tell me that you want it and beg for the honor of eating my juicy cunt.”

“No, I have never done this before but you are so beautiful and you brought me so much pleasure that I want to do the same for you. I never thought that I would ever say this but yes, I want to feast on your womanhood and bring you pleasure. Please let me taste you!”

With that said Lin lowered her dripping pussy to Cathy's lips and urged, “Oh yes baby, lick it, suck my clit, yesssss, that's it, good girl, now suck, yes suck my cunt, suck it dry, don't stop baby. Eat the shit out of my cunt! Yessssss!!!” Cathy's pretty face was red from the friction of the hot cunt fucking her and her face glistened from pussy juice and cum.

Jin stood Nancy up and strapped a 10' black dildo on her. She told the bewildered girl that she wanted to watch her fuck Cathy. “I...I can't do that; she is my friend.”

“Now you will become better friends; Get between her legs and stuff that big cock up her tight little hole and make her scream out in ecstasy. Trust me, she will love you for it and you will become fuck-buddies!” Jin told Nancy to spit on it and fuck her. Nancy felt a mixture of fear and lust. Somehow the thought of fucking her best friend was strangely arousing. She felt a sense of power and exhilaration as she stuffed the big fat dildo into her friend's hungry pussy. Cathy fucked and humped back with wild abandon and wrapped her smooth, creamy, legs around her best friend's waist. She cried out in wanton lust as she reached orgasm. The friction from the dildo rubbed Nancy's clit as she pumped Cathy full of rock hard rubber cock. They both screamed out as they reached orgasm, then they held each other with loving arms in the afterglow of their wild fuck.

Nancy found that being in control and making her friend submit to the big cock was the greatest thrill of her life. She shocked everyone, including her self, by bringing the gooey dildo to her friend's lips and demanding. “Such my cock slut! Lick it clean, then I have something else for you to lick.” After the dildo was clean she slipped it off and then offered her sopping cunt to her friend and ordered, “Now eat this bitch and do it good or I will kick your sorry ass. Yes, gobble it all up you trashy slut. Lick my fucking ass too; from now on you will be spending a lot of time servicing my hot cunt, so get used to it bitch!” Cathy eagerly ate her friends sopping pussy and felt her own juices flow as she drank from the fountain of Nancy's flowing, sticky, and thirst quenching waters.

Nancy held Cathy in her arms, brushed back her hair, and caressed her face with her hands and told her, “I don't know what came over me but I just learned that taking and dominating you was the most fantastic experience of my life. I still love you but in a different way now. From now on you are my bitch and I am your lover. I am going to buy some dildos to keep you happy and feed you my juicy pussy everyday. I had no idea that you were such a submissive slut or how much I would love being your mistress. I love you and you belong to me!” Cathy just gave her a contented smile. They all went to bed but Nancy took Cathy to the other room while Jin and Lin shared the other bed.

The two oriental women found that they throughly enjoyed each other, especially Jin with Lin's long tongue. Before going to sleep Lin said, “You and your bright ideas; why did you ever tell Nancy to strap that monster on and fuck Cathy? Now Nancy owns the little submissive bitch that could have been ours.”

Jin laughed then replied, “I had no way of knowing that Nancy was like us. Anyway, we are on a cruse ship filled with horny women so let them enjoy their love and lust for each other.”

The next morning they ate breakfast, strolled the deck and wondered what happened to Beth and Laura. The minister's wife and her new lover looked at the frolicking females on board the ship with different eyes, they no longer were repulsed by the lesbian activities, they judged others no more but decided that all they needed was each other and didn't want to share. As they approached the bow of the ship they spotted mother and daughter hobbling towards them. Lin inquired, “What the hell is wrong with you two and where are you going?”

Beth sobbed, “We have to get some sleep. There was a dozen basketball players in one cabin, they surrounded us, make us lick their bald pussies, and then pounded us with their dildos all night long. They not only fucked our pussies but they drilled us in the ass and made us suck the slimy dildos. Sometimes we were servicing three of them at once. It was a nightmare, my whole body aches, and we feel so used.”

Jin laughed out loud and remarked, “You two sluts loved every minute of your violation, did you tell them that you would be back for more? Go get some sleep and we will see you later.”

Laura thanked them and said, “Well we did agree to attend a party with them tomorrow night and they said that they wanted to take us back to China with them as cheerleaders but we declined their offer. Tomorrow night they want to introduce us to their coaches and they want to visit our house when ever they come to the states. The girls on the team were somewhat demanding but they they were very nice.” The women just shook their heads and Jin said that she would arrange for them to meet the track team as well.

While walking the deck Lin stopped to talk to an 18 year old blond from Norway and waisted no time inviting the slender young beauty to their cabin. They all went to the room to drink some wine. Lin saw the desire in the girl's blue eyes as she stared at Lin's long tongue licking her ruby red lips. In no time at all Lin tugged down the girl's shorts and was fucking the girl's slushy pussy with her rangy tongue. Jin sat on the girl's face and fucked with fury. Nancy held Cathy's face tight to her horny hole, Cathy could hardly breathe as her nose was all the way up the musky cavern. The girls relaxed with more wine after the orgy as Nancy felt the desire to dominate other women and Cathy lusted after Lin's long tongue they agreed that they would involve others in their love making as long as they were together and not cheating on each other. Nancy told Cathy. “You may be the preacher's wife but you are my cunt lapping little slut!” Lin said that since Nancy now owned Cathy that they would have to go to church with them and get better acquainted with the females of the flock. They all smiled as they realized that there was another week left on the cruise.

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I should leave before I made a noise and gave myself away, these thoughts kept running through my fevered brain as I watched his cock rise under the robe and the lovers began to move across the room toward the bed. I waited to make sure they hadn’t heard me and then took a slow deep breath. My heart was going like a trip hammer in my chest and my penis had never been so hard. I wondered if they were going to make love right then or was he going to drop her on the bed and continue to dress for work. I knew he normally left for work early to beat the traffic. I thought to myself that he wouldn’t dare leave this beautiful creature in the aroused state she was in. That would have been very cruel and very, very dumb on his part. Even I could see the moisture forming on her neatly shaped bush and knew that she was aroused to the point of begging him for it. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he walked to the bed with her and dropped her lightly in the middle with a laugh and then started toward his closet. She scissored her legs and dug her hand into her crotch trying in vain to bring herself to climax. He didn’t even turn around as she moaned her need and thrashed back and forth on the unmade bed. I could see that she had three fingers in her vagina and was moving them rapidly back and forth, in and out rubbing her clit as she tried again to call him to her. As he came out of the closet he smiled and said something I couldn’t hear. I saw her frown and then heard her say that "she couldn't’ wait for tonight." I watched him head for the kitchen knowing that he would be leaving any minute. I had to get one more peek at this vision of lust so I stuck my head slowly up over the window sill and as it cleared the sill I found myself staring straight into her bright blue eyes. Our surprise was mutual but she recovered first and a slow smile spread across he face and she winked at me! I didn’t know what to do next. I was busted as surely as God made green apples and sunshine. I just stood there and waited for the worse. I knew her husband would kill any man that looked twice at her, and here I was drooling at the sight of her body outside his bedroom window! She quickly got off the bed and came to the window. I just knew that when she got a good look at who was out there, she would call her husband and it would be the end of life as I knew it. Besides kicking my ass he would probably tell everyone about the "peeping Tom" and my wife would divorce me and I would be losing from all sides. She eased up to the window and peered out through the screen. I had moved back a little so when she whispered for me to come closer I took a small step forward and the light from the window shown on my face. She gasped at first and then chuckled low in her throat when she saw it was me. I held my breath as she held her finger to her lips to signal my silence. Of course I was going to be silent, did she think I was totally crazy? My eyes traveled over her body up close, from her hard nipples to her close cropped crotch, and my dick got harder if that was possible. She leaned closer to the screen and whispered for me to go around to the back and wait until her husband had left for work. I thought to myself that there was no way in hell I was gonna stick around for him to catch me in bed with her too.

Sometimes I think my cock has a mind of it’s own and controls the rest of my body by default. I should know better, I thought, as I snuck around to the side of their house and hoped that noone had seen me under their window. When I had been there a few minutes I came to my senses and told my pecker to forget it! I straightened up and was about to go out of the yard when I heard the sound of the car leaving the garage and heading down the street. At least I was going to get away without an ass kicking this morning. I again started to leave the yard when I heard a sound behind me and I jumped three feet straight up in the air when I felt a hand reach between my legs from behind. I don’t know why I didn’t faint or have a seizure right then! She had snuck up and run her warm hand under the leg of my jogging shorts and was fondling my hard cock from behind! I whirled around to face her and she immediately ran her hand under my shorts again and grabbed me. I had a choice to make right then and there, I could remove her hand and leave and hope that she wouldn’t be so pissed as to tell anyone or report me to the cops, or I could go with the flow and find out where she wanted to take me. Like I said, I think my cock has a mind of it’s own and controls me whenever it wants to. I slowly took her hands out of my shorts and raised them up to bring them around my neck. At first she had started to protest when I pulled her hand from my stiffness, then that grin was back as she felt me push up against her. She had put on a light cotton robe wen she came outside and I pulled the sash on it now as she stood very still. I slowly opened it with trembling hands and looked at her again. She kept her hands around my neck and then slowly brought one leg up and wrapped it around my waist. I braced myself and she brought the other leg up. I now had her hanging from my neck and I reached under her robe and cupped her ass cheeks with my hands to help support her weight. She leaned back and shimmied her shoulders slightly to make her tits sway and tantalize me with their beauty. I heard a small sound from deep in her throat as I bent my head down and captured her left nipple with my lips. I sucked it hard with my mouth, nursing on it like a baby, and she responded by groaning and twisting her body hard against me. She whispered over and over how hot she was and how she needed a hard cock in her pussy. How she needed my hard cock in her pussy right then and there. I released her butt and she tightened her grip on my neck to keep from slipping down. She was like a leech on my body and wasn’t about to let go. I reached under her and grabbed the waistband of my jogging shorts and tugged them down until my hard cock was freed and thumped up against her ass crack. She giggled then and asked me if I was ready for her. I didn’t bother to answer her but raised her up with my hands and then lowered her onto my shaft. I thought that I had let loose a whirling dervish. She sank onto my cock in one shove and then began to gyrate her body up and down and then side to side. She panted and gasped for breath and then I felt her body start to shudder and her first orgasm hit and she threw her head back and started to scream out. I quickly covered her mouth with mine and kept her quiet. I worked my cock in and out as fast as I could and her orgasm continued. I felt the first tingling in my balls as my own cum was getting close. I whispered that I was almost there and asked her if she was ready for it. "Fill me up with your hot cum. Fuck me harder! Harder! I want to feel you shoot in my pussy!" she cried. I thrust up harder just as she was going on a down stroke and felt her cervix as I unloaded a huge load of hot spunk far up in her womb. She jerked on my rod and then fell silent as she caught her breath. She then loosened her legs from my waist and dropped lightly to the ground in front of me. I could see in the growing light that my cum was running out of her cunt and down her legs. She saw me looking and took her finger, caught a large sample on it and then very slowly brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean. My softening dick became instantly hard again and I dropped to my knees in front of her and began to lick and kiss her as she spread her legs for my tongue. As I licked the wetness of her crotch, her hard little nubbin peeked out from it’s hood and I swirled my tongue around it tasting our combined juices and digging in for more. She gasped as I made contact and hunched her hips forward wanting to get my face further into her. I licked and sucked for what seemed an hour but was more like ten minutes and she cried and whimpered and came and came. When I finally let up on her she grabbed my face and pulled me to my feet to meet her lips in a searing kiss. She told me then that she wasn’t through with me yet and wanted one more thing before she went back inside. I knew it would have to be quick because the neighborhood was going to start getting busy anytime now. She evidently thought so too because she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the backdoor which she had left open when she came out to see me. I started to back up as we neared it because the last thing I wanted was to be caught inside that house. Outside, I had a least a running start and the excuse that I had just come jogging down the street and seen a stranger go back in the yard and was investigating. She grabbed my hard boner then and I was sure I was a goner. As the door opened she pulled me through and turned around when we were inside. " I want to fuck you again." she sighed, and came into my arms. I kissed her again and then eased the robe off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I gazed at her for a long minute and then leaned over and licked her right nipple. She again shuddered and stretched her arms up and around my neck. I started to pick her up and she said that she wanted to do it right here on the kitchen floor. I figured what the hell and helped her to lie down on the robe I had dropped. As I stood over her she looked up at my hard cock and licked her lips. I sank down to my knees on the hard tile and she grabbed my cock and raised up to lick around the head. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her warm mouth as she sucked me first slow and then fast and back to slow again. I knew I wouldn’t last long if she kept that up and told her that I was getting close. She didn’t say anything, just sucked harder and harder. I moaned and started to shake and she quit! I could have cried, it was that close. She looked at me with smoldering eyes and slowly got to her hands and knees in front of me and put her head down on the robe. I had pre-cum dribbling from the end of my dick and it was so hard and full of blood it was purple! I saw her slit from the back with the lips all puffed up and engorged, ready for me to stick my hot cock in and hump her till she screamed. I eyed her ass cheeks and a wild thought came to me. I wondered if she had ever been fucked in that pretty ass of hers before. If ever I was going to get the chance it was now. I grabbed my cock and slowly rubbed her pussy lips with the head getting it even more slick with her dew. I had taken a drop of pre-cum on my finger and slowly rubbed her anus with it and watched for her reaction. She pushed back trying to skewer herself on my slick finger! I then brought the head of my tool up to her small opening and started to push my way in. She groaned and then whimpered as the small opening was stretched to the limit by my cock. I was about to give up, afraid that I might hurt her, when she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart and pushed back at the same time. My cockhead slid in past the anal ring and I surged into her with my next push. She grunted and flopped her ass from side to side as if we were locked like to dogs in heat. As I started to move in her she reached underneath and began to finger herself and rub her clit like there was no tomorrow. I knew she would cum before I did because her muscle was so tight around me that I was unable to shoot. She had a grip of steel with her sphincter and wasn’t going to let me go. I pushed and pulled on her hips trying to get her to release me. I wanted to sink my shaft into the liquid heat she had between her legs. I waited until she had cum with me in her ass and then pulled again. This time I was able to slide right out and I quickly sank myself into her cunt from behind and started to saw away. Her head flew from side to side and she cried out that she was cumming again and again. I felt myself start to tighten deep down in my balls and knew it wouldn’t be long. I reached under her and dug my fingers into her snatch and rubbed her clitty hard with my middle finger. She hunched her back up and then pushed back as hard as she could, impaling herself and setting me off with her. I thought my insides were going to come out the head of my dick, I came so hard.

After I came, my tube softened quickly and slid from her with a small slurping sound and she rolled over on her back and sighed. I got to my feet and grabbed my shorts that I had brought in with me. It was time to go.

Now here she was at the yard sale and she was smiling the whole time like she was remembering that morning all over again. I pulled my thoughts back to the present wondering what she would do next. I had made it a point to go jogging in the evening since then and wasn’t sure how she would take that. Just as I was about to answer her with a price on the object, my wife came from the garage and greeted her. The vixen’s smile got even bigger as she told my wife that her husband had gone out of town for the weekend and wanted to borrow me to fix her disposal, because her sink was stopped up. My wife, the little sweetheart, thought nothing of it and assured her that I would be happy to help her out any way that I could. I knew then and there that I was going to be in trouble again...

          It bothered Jo that she should feel this way about them.  For apart from their color—the Whites were black—they fit the neighborhood quite well.  Perhaps, for their five-bedroom house was large, their cars expensive, they would have made an even better fit in a more upscale neighborhood—a Bel Air rather than a Brentwood, a Flintridge rather than a La Canada, an Anaheim Hills rather than an Anaheim.

          Not that she had any aspirations of her own to move further up the ladder.  Her house was perfect—thank you very much—it sat on a third-of-an acre lot—and now that her husband was gone and her daughter away at college, it was just a bit more than she could handle.

          Mr. White—she did not yet know his first name—drove a huge Lincoln—a realtor's car, and Jo surmised that he owned his own business.  He was often away for days at a time and whenever his car turned up in his driveway, he would be on the cell phone in a conversation that often went on long after he was parked.

          Marge White drove a sporty two-seater Mercedes.  The car looked small on her, for she was a big woman, broad tipped, and ample bosomed. "I's a big woman all over," she said once in a put-on ghetto accent for she normally spoke perfect English.

          The Whites had their groceries delivered for the most part; Jo always went to the store herself. She'd done so even when her husband was alive, and now, of course, she couldn't afford to do anything else.

          Jo loved her own house with its backyard pool, though the daily cleaning the pool required could be a chore.  The Whites had both a terraced outdoor pool and an indoor swim-in-place.  She could occasionally glimpse shadowy figures through the frosted glass.

          The Whites had a 14 or 15-year-old son named Noble who went to the local high school.  At least, she supposed he did.  The boy didn't seem to have made any friends yet, so she couldn't be sure whether he was in high school or middle school.

          There was a second son, also, much older, who put in the occasional rare appearance, usually in a full-dress army uniform.

          He could have been Mrs. White's brother, of course, rather than her son.  Jo really didn't have any way of knowing.  In fact, given the number of months the Whites had lived next door to her, it was amazing how little she knew about them.

          This bothered her.  She knew all her other neighbors but not the Whites.  She wasn't a racist, she knew that.  She'd gone to school with Hispanics and although she hadn't actually dated any of them, they'd been friends.

          No, her not knowing them was simply another part of the grief process, her almost-complete withdrawal from society after her husband’s death.  This was a pity, for she was still a relatively young woman albeit one with a college age daughter, and her body still firm and desirable was simply going to waste. 

          The time came—it was inevitable that it would--when she and Mrs. White pulled into their driveways one morning at almost the same moment.  When Jo got out of the car to carry her groceries in the house, there was Mrs. White to give her a hand. And from then on it was Marge and Jo.

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Chapter 2

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The Whites had not been well-to-do long, Marge confided.  But they had been moving steadily upward during the past decade.  "It's the Internet.  Joe doesn't understand how it works or even how to hook up our own computer, but he's really made it pay off for us."

          Jo wasn't sure just how the Internet had paid off for the Whites or what it was they sold exactly.  But she knew it had made Marge very happy.  The White's house was the proof.  "Each of our houses has been bigger and better.  And the neighborhoods.  This is such a wonderful place to live.  And the schools are excellent." 

          Thus it was that Jo learned the names of the White's two sons, Noble the youngest who lived at home and had just started high school, and Ronald who had graduated and was in the Marines.

          She also started to meet Marge's friends, most of whom were left over from the previous neighborhoods in which the Whites had lived.  An older friend Millie, a cousin of Marge’s, was a frequent visitor along with two of her friends whose names Jo learned and as quickly forgot.  Another regular caller was Velma, a younger woman, with a truly startling bosom, "False," Marge confided, "She gets them bigger every year."

          Marge was quick to confide in Jo although Jo was not sure she wanted to hear all that Marge had to relate.  Millie was post-menopausal, had hot flashes, and a husband who was demanding as ever.  Marge's own husband had moods; he was also, Marge suggested, uncaring, "he wants oral sex and forgets about me."  But, "he was a very good provider," and Jo gathered that in Marge's view this was what really counted.  "Besides," Marge's said with put-on accent, "They's plenty of younger mens who likes big titties" and shook her giant bosoms by way of illustration.

          To Jo's relief, Marge did not demand equal confidences in return.  Jo did not want to discuss her own sex life, which had been virtually non-existent since her husband's death.

          In truth, it had been non-existent unless one counted the deputy sheriff who had informed her of her husband's accident.  He'd come back later, held Jo in his arms, stroked her hair, played with her bosoms, and although she'd had an orgasm as they stood for what had seemed an hour in her living-room, pressed against one another, at the last moment she'd asked him to leave.  Since then, nothing.

          "She needs to be milked," Jo had overheard Millie say of her.  And it was probably true.  Jo missed the loving attention her late husband had given to each of her small breasts.

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Chapter 3

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Marge swam in Jo's pool. And Jo swam in Marge's.

          Occasionally, Marge would swim nude in the indoor pool, not when the children were there of course, but Jo couldn't quite bring herself to do it.

          "What if your son comes home?"

          "Oh poo, look at the clock."

          Marge had a beautiful body, not fat as Jo had first surmised but big-boned, ample, all the bosom a man could ask for and perhaps a tad more.  And hips, Marge said, broad enough to guarantee a man would not fall off.  Jo couldn't recall a man ever falling off her own and giggled.

          In the afternoons, Marge would often have friends over to play whist.  At first, Jo, who had absolutely no idea what the game was about would just watch.  Then she was persuaded to play a few hands, "at least until Millie shows up."

          And then, abruptly, she was a regular at the table, and both the cards and money in front of her were hers.

          Innocent and innocuous though the penny per point game of whist seemed, somehow, one afternoon, Jo had lost two hundred dollars.

          "Don't worry," Marge assured her. "I took care of it."

          "But you can't," Jo stammered, "Two hundred dollars.  That's too much.  I'll pay you back."

          "Don't be silly.  You don't owe me anything.  Besides, I got you into the game.  Anyway, the money didn't come out of my pocket.  I simply explained to everyone that this was your first time and it would be unfair to take advantage of you."

          Relief swept through her. "It was my first time."

          Marge laughed. "You do owe me a favor, though."

          "Anything," Jo said.  She was immensely grateful, pleased a debt she could not afford had been so easily swept away.

          "I want you to go out with my son."

          "Marshall?" Jo thought that was the name of the son that served in the army.

          "No, Noble.  Now don't give me that strange look.  He's at the age where he should be dating girls, but he's too shy.  Doesn't know how to ask them, and when I tell him how easy it is, he'll say, 'Where shall I take them and what if I don't do the right thing?'.

          "You know how it is, you had teenagers."

          "Girls," said Jo, "But I do understand."

          "I want him to take you to a movie.” 

          "But why me?  I mean surely one of your friends."  Jo realized she’d almost said, one of your African-American friends, and blushed.

          "You mean one of my colored friends? Don't apologize.” She added when Jo continued blushing.  “There's something you should know and that's the reason I chose you.

          “Follow me."  Marge led the way down a long hallway to her son's room.  It was everything to be expected of a teenager's bedroom though perhaps neater than most.  A desk, a rug, a bed. A poster of Puff Daddy on the door and one of Kobe Bryant above the desk. A closet whose door closed and locked, Jo hoped, so the boy could at least have some area that could be considered private.

          A bureau held a series of trophies.  Noble must be some kind of athlete.  One for Little League, one for soccer, but most were for basketball.

          Photos were also taped to the wall about the bed, candid snaps rather than the staged photographs on the wall above the bureau.  "Take a look at these," Marge said with a wave of her hand. 

          Each and every photograph was of Jo, snipping roses, collecting mail, or simply walking into her house grocery bags in hand.

          Most of the snapshots were in side view revealing a bust that Jo had never realized she possessed.  Her breasts filled a B-cup at best, had filled out to a C only once late in her last pregnancy.  Not more than a mouthful.

          Marsha saw where Jo was looking.  "I loved breast feeding," she said, "I hope you did too.

          "Noble and Marshall were both rabid feeders.  My husband does his best, but it's not quite the same. I'm always having to shout, 'Suck harder.'”

          Jo blushed, remembering.  She still couldn't believe how casual Marsha and her black friends were about sex.  Sexual references and stories had occupied most of the conversation at the whist table.

          Breast-feeding was wonderful. And it had been a long time, even since her husband had.  If the truth were to be told and Jo certainly wasn't about to tell Marge, the first time she'd ever had an orgasm was while someone was fondling her breasts.

          "You're blushing," Marge said.  "Us black folk blush, too, it just doesn't show up as easy."

          They both laughed at this and until Marge gave her a call almost a week later, she'd almost forgotten about her promise to go out with Marge's son.

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Chapter 4

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"That dress won't do," Marge said and Jo was somewhat offended. 

          Jo thought the clothes she'd selected for the finally to-be-realized date with Noble were ideal.  The baggy dark black ribbed sweater that fell to just below the hips of a stylish gray long skirt was both conservative as befit an older woman and flattering to her figure as befit a female who was really not all that old.

          As Marge led Jo into what Marge called her sewing room, she said, "I want my son to think of you as a woman not a mother."

          "Too conservative?"

          "Exactly."

          Marge reached into a pile of folded clothes and pulled out a gray cardigan.  Try this on instead, she said.

          "It looks even more ... "

          "Try it on."

          Jo changed clothes, feeling uneasy particularly as the cardigan was a good deal smaller and tighter than she felt comfortable with.

          "It's the bra," Marge said. "Look in the mirror."

          Marge was right.  The cross-your-heart brassiere that had gone well with the baggy sweater had stretched the cardigan out of proportion.  "Slip it off," Marge said, "I'll get you another one.

          "No, don't take off the sweater, there isn't time."  Jo wriggled like a contortionist slipping the bra off one shoulder and down the other and out a sleeve.  Removing, then replacing the sweater, she thought would have been far less time consuming. Or had Marge simply wanted to watch her struggle.

          An adolescent wail sounded from the hallway, and Marge slipped out of the room.  "I'll kill him."

           Apparently, Noble did not want to wear a jacket and was being told in no uncertain terms that he would wear the clothes his mother has laid out for him or else. This went a long way to explaining why Marge was so pushy; she was used to ordering men, a husband and two sons, around.

          What Jo saw in the long vertical mirror opposite the sewing table while waiting for Marge to return was not at all reassuring.  The sweater was the right length and its color went well with the gray of the skirt, but it was far too tight and without a bra was not much better than going topless.

          "Time to go," Marge said almost the instant she re-entered the room.  "Leave the boy alone for another minute and he'll either faint with fright or get his clothes dirty."

          Jo couldn't believe Marge was serious about leaving. She was far from ready to go out.  Where was the brassier Marge had gone to fetch?  She gestured toward the mirror. Marge looked at the mirror, looked back at her, and then gave a shrug, "So?"

          "My nipples are showing."  And indeed Jo's nipples were standing upright like soldiers eager to leap forth from concealment.

          "Oh pooh, you can handle it and him, too." was Marge's only comment. "He's going to learn to be a gentleman."   And so braless, Jo went off with Noble on his (and her) first date.

          Noble had said virtually nothing to her after a simple mumbled greeting in Marge's living-room so that she'd been forced to make most if not all of the conversation.  He’d held the door open for her, and then, once outside the house, he'd started to run across the grass toward her car, stopped, as if suddenly remembering the instructions he'd received from his mother, and returned to walk sedately by Jo's side.

          To her surprise, he waited by her car door till she was within, and only then dashed around to the passenger door.  He was every inch a young pup who'd received one too many instructions.  Not quite sure of all he'd learned, but desperate to please his mistress with what he did remember.

          Jo wanted to laugh, but of course she couldn't, not without offending him.  Instead, she gave what she hoped was a motherly smile.

          Once underway, Noble quieted and again all efforts at conversation were left to Jo. His fingers reached out once for the radio, till remembering whose car it was and the instructions he'd been given, they dropped back frustrated in his lap.

          "Would you like me to turn on the radio?"

          "No mam, no Mrs. Turner."

          And it was no mam and yes mam to virtually all other questions including "do you like school?" and "what's your favorite sport?."

          Occasionally, Noble would run a finger along his neck under his collar and tie—yes, he wore a tie—but he sat still, almost rigid for the most part.

          When she glanced over at him, he would usually be staring straight ahead, though once, she was sure, he'd been staring sidelong at her.  At the same view that was in his photographs, although with, she realized blushing, a little more nipple showing.

          The theater was a multiplex . This meant they had to go through a series of "what would you like to see?" "It doesn't matter, whatever you like." "No, you choose."  In the end she'd named a picture she'd thought would please him. As it turned out, he wasn't sure that was the movie he'd bought tickets for or, later, if the movie for which he'd bought tickets was the one they actually saw.

          He was very very nervous.  His only moment of take charge, one which reminded her curiously of his mother, was at the refreshment stand when without consulting her he bought two large 7-Ups—no problem, she liked 7-Up—and a large, no, a gigantic bucket of popcorn.

          The bucket of popcorn, she could tell once they sat down, hid a marked erection.

          He was so cute, yet so terrifying at the same time.  What could one say to a boy that age that would put him at his ease? While they watched the previews, she thanked him for the popcorn, sipped her drink, and gave him several bright smiles.

          Twice she caught him looking at her breasts, but that was to be expected, what with the tight sweater Marge had given her to wear and no bra.

          Because he'd been so shy before, had been so inarticulate, the hand that reached up in the darkness after the lights went down in the theatre and touched her chest was all the more surprising.

          Of course, she was partly to blame.  She'd followed Marsha's instructions to some extent, letting her breast "accidentally" come in contact with his arm, taking his hand and touching his knee him each time there was an exchange of popcorn.  But still the hand on her breast was unexpected.

          Even more unexpected were the fingers that had grasped and begun to stroke her right nipple.  She ought to tell him to stop but the sensation was so pleasurable, the strokes and tugs were so gentle that she simply gave way to it.

          What was showing on the screen was a blur.  She looked up and down and to the side, but when once she looked at him, he was staring back with such intensity that she had to look away.

          At some point, the hand had gone beneath the sweater and had begun to explore each breast in turn.  His other hand had ventured once onto her thigh, but she'd grabbed his wrist before his hand could go further had gripped it tightly while she had the first of her orgasms and heard him give a cry of pain.

          She'd had one and perhaps several orgasms by the time the lights went up and the film was over.  I hope nobody asks me what the film was about, she thought inanely, because I don't remember anything.

          What do you say to someone who is fourteen or fifteen who has taken you on a first date and given you more pleasure than you'd had in a almost a year, more pleasure then you ought to have let him give you on a seventh or eighth date?  "Are you fourteen or fifteen?" she asked.

          "I'm almost fifteen," he said.

           Of course, he was in high school not middle school; he'd told her earlier.  Then they were walking up the aisle, across the lobby and into the fresh air. "It was a great picture," he said, "I liked it a lot."  Then, as if once again remembering instructions he'd been given, he added, "Thank you for coming with me."

          They sat quietly in the car for a few moments, before she remembered to reach down and turn the key.  Before she could complete the action, he leaned toward her across the seat as if to kiss her. Quickly, she leaned away.  Kissing wouldn't do at all, would only present the wrong message.  But her lips had never been his intention.  And retreating so that her head was back against the car door had only placed the real targets more firmly in his reach.  It took only half a second for him to lift her sweater and his thick lips to engulf her turgid nipple.

          The feeling was wonderful and it was all wrong.  It went on for several minutes, five, ten, before the sucking ceased momentarily.

          In between, she'd resisted several attempts to have her place her hand in his lap but finally, worn down from the struggle she let her hand lay where he'd placed it.

          His pants were damp; obviously, he'd already come once with excitement.

          Her own crotch was damp and sticky. She wasn't sure how much more she could take of his form of lovemaking.

          His sucking was so frenzied, just as his mother had described, that after awhile she asked him to wait.  "My breast hurts," she said, and carefully transferred his attention to her other nipple.  She held his head there for several moments, her hand gently cradling his neck.

          "Finish me," he said.

          She looked down at him puzzled. "I'm sorry," she said, "You'll have to stop; it's really beginning to hurt.  Both of them.  I'm out of practice."

          "But I haven't come yet. I'm almost there."  She could hear him unzipping but did not want to look down.  She could imagine his penis though, big and black and throbbing.  The next moment his big dick was in her hand and she was stroking it up and down as he'd requested.

          It took only seconds before his cum filled her hand and began to drip from her arm.  "Wait," he said and got out the handkerchief his mother had so obviously ironed and folded so he might look impressive on his date.  He carefully dried her hand with the handkerchief, and then, unexpectedly, took the cum he'd gathered and held it to her lips. She tried to back away, but he separated her lips and poked the cloth inside. She licked the cum from the cloth as was his intention, then remained passive as he cleaned her arm and again brought the handkerchief to her mouth. Again she sucked the drops from the cloth.

          "I've still got some 7-up left," he said.  "Do you want it?"

          She nodded and rinsed her mouth.  "Why did you do that with the cloth?" she asked.

          "My Dad told me girls really like it.  Did you like it?"

          She could tell he was eager to have her say that he did and would be disappointed if she were to say anything else. The fact was that she did like it and had missed the taste.  She couldn't believe that at one and the same time, she was worrying about whether any had spilled on the sweater (which she would have to return—where had Marge got such a small sweater from?) and how she wanted to take his penis in her mouth and suck the last few drops from its tip, though by now his penis was sure to be shriveled and small.

           The parking lot grew dark suddenly as the lights of the movie theater were extinguished.  She could see the last of the theater employees exiting the now-darkened theater.

          "Are we goin t'go," he asked from the seat beside her. His voice was firm and controlled, no longer hesitant and unsure of itself.

          She gave a half-ashamed smile and started the car. "I'll take you home." He reached over before tightening his safety belt and gave her a peck on the cheek.  Something he must have seen his father do. And then they left the lot.

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Back to the original point. I met Brenda (not her real name) while going shopping with my girl friend and her mom. We had driven to Burbank to a tropical fish shop that they frequented. As soon as I walked in the door and laid eyes on this vision of loveliness, I was hooked. The girl behind the counter was absolutely beautiful. Now, so you get the picture, I have always had a system for women and girls. There is, not so good looking. Cute. Pretty. Beautiful and Gorgeous. There have been very few gorgeous women I have seen and fewer I have met in my fifty plus years. Many women that I thought were in that category, when I saw them on film or in a magazine, were actually down one or two notches in real life. It is amazing what a make up artist can do. So here I am face to face with a real beauty in the flesh.

I will try to describe her from memory. Remember this took place over thirty years ago, but she is burned into my memory banks. She was in her early twenties. Five feet six or seven. Long brown hair that framed her sexy face. Brown eyes that sparkled. A smile that made me hard every time. She had a sexy voice that I could listen to for hours. She had a full figure which I found out later was from a recent birth of her first baby. I'm sure she had lots more unless she took precautions, because she was sure to attract men for years to come. She had an infectous laugh which I made sure she shared with me often. I love to hear a woman laugh and enjoy herself. She had a big set of tits, no doubt from breast feeding her little one. She also had a very full butt that begged to be played with. I like a nice round, full, squeezable butt. In fact I love a curvy woman. You should see my wife. Curvy baby!! Think of a young Valerie Bertonelli from TV and you get an idea of what she looked like. Beautiful and very sexy. And as I would find out later, very horny.

As my girl and her mom checked out the fish, I checked out the fish store girl. I decided I was going to try to see if she might be available. I didn't have to worry about my girl getting jealous. Her only disappointment was she never got a shot at the fish store girl. Or maybe she did and she never told me. She did say she was very beautiful and that I should try and "get her". You see my girlfriend was in the habit of sharing me with her friends. Mostly with her best friend who was also four fooot eleven and very curvy. Except for their hair, they could have been body twins. So here I was asking all kinds of questions about fish. The more I showed an interest in fish and fish tanks and the like, the more Brenda showed and interest in me. At first I thought she only saw me as a dollar sign. But as time went by I saw the telltale signs of feminine interest. I never missed those signs and I wasn't about to let this one off the hook. As the "girls" decided what kind of fish to add to the tank and the horse trough feeder fish. I was trying to reel in a beauty of my own.

I found out she was separated from her husband. What a jerk is all I can say. Something about marrying to young or some other crap. If he never got back together with her, he was an idiot. I wish sometimes that I had never let her out of my life. She made me happy in so many ways. But then again I wouldn't have met my wife and that is a fairy tale come true. So all things happen for a time and reason. Before we left the store I was sure she was into me. The next week I made a trip to Burbank alone. I found Brenda working alone is the store and she really smiled big when she saw me walk in. I talked to her about a fish I really liked and wanted to buy. A "Ciditrophis Trideniger" (not sure of spelling) from lake "Tanyanekee" (spelling?) in Africa. Then I asked her if I could buy her a drink when she got off work. At first she said she didn't think so and I thought I had misread her interest. Then she made a phone call and told me she would love to have a drink with me when she got off. But she would have to make it a short one as she needed to get home to her baby. I met her at the restaurant bar she perferred and we had a wonderful time. I was really interested in seeing what she was like if I could get her alone. Somehow I must have sensed she would be very passionate in bed.

A month or so later I had bought the fish and a tank. Two weeks later the fish died. I played it big and she responded well. I was able to convince her that, only if she came to my place and allowed me to serve her dinner, would she make my fish disaster right. What a line. She probably saw right through my lame story but I would later find out she was as hot for me as I was for her. Dinner was good and she was a delight in private. After dinner she asked to use the bathroom before she headed home. I was so hot for her by now I had to take a chance. So while she was in the bathroom I stroked myself to full erection and waited for her to come out. As she emerged I took her in my arms and kissed her. She was an amazing kisser. Her passion for kissing was matched by her passion for fucking. As I kissed her I took her hand and placed it on my pants and erect cock. She moaned in my mouth. I knew I was about to see what this woman could do in my bedroom. I led her into the bedroom and began to undress her. I remember she was very white skinned like she had never seen the sun. Alabaster skin that was so soft I felt like I was caressing a babys skin. She had very big breasts. DD or bigger but she wasn't lactating. Her hips were wide and she had a very sexy gap between her legs that allowed me to see her puffy pussy lips while she was standing there letting me admire her body. I was not prepared for the woman I had brought into my bedroom.

She was very passsionate and very verbal. From the very beginning she let me know what she wanted and how she wanted it. She would moan and say "yes", "yes", whenever I did something she liked. If I tried to move on to another part of her body and she wasn't ready for me to leave, she would grap my head and say "don't stop that". I was smart enough to follow her lead. Even though we were about the same age I could tell she had more experience in passionate love making than I did. I knew how to fuck. She knew how to make love. And she proved to be a very good teacher. As I licked and sucked my way around her body she would constantly shout out words of encouragement and words of passion. Shouting is the operative word here. Her moans and nasty words were flowing out of her and they were in stark contrast to her very proper and innocent demeanor. She was a lady in public and a whore in bed. Perfect! I had been licking her pussy for a while when she suddenly begged me to "stick that big cock in my pussy now". I slid up her body and placed my cock at her pussy. She didn't wait for me to find the mark. She grabbed my cock and put it where she obviously needed it. She then took full control and told me what to do. "Faster"! "Harder"! "Slower"! "Faster"! "Long full strokes". "Short stabbing strokes". She had me in her control and I was glad to do all she asked as I had never seen such passion from a woman before. I was spellbound and loving it. As she neared orgasm she began getting really loud, yelling "faster",  "harder", "faster", "harder", "deeper", "oh fuck yes" and more. As she came she shouted out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" really loud and she was doing things with her pussy that I never knew were possible. I know now that she was a squirter. She completely soaked my sheets when she came. I thought she might have peed, but she did that before we went to bed. No she was a squirter and I wish I could find another one like her. It is an incredible feeling when a woman comes that completely with you. Also it felt like her pussy was milking my cock. Her muscles would tighten at the bottom and work there way to the opening and it was working. She shouted for me to "cum in her pussy" and "do it now". I obviously complied. What an orgasm. The best of my life. What a woman. I was glad I had not given up on her when the going got rough. She was worth every ounce of gasoline it had cost and all those hours spent in the store trying to win her over. Little did I know she was smitten from the beginning like I was. Only her proper upbringing had kept her from attacking me at the store itself. What a Woman indead.

As we were lying there in post orgasmic bliss, we heard a voice coming from outside my bedroom window which overlooked the pool. A male voice was imitating her saying "harder", "faster", "deeper", "oh yes, fuck me, fuck me". We couldn't help but be embarassed but at the same time we found ourselves laughing and enjoying the fact that we had just entertained the whole Saturday night pool crowd. After that night I got a lot of appreciative smiles from the guys in the complex. They were obviously impressed and probably a little jealous. The women on the other hand started giving me the cold shoulder. As if I was the only nasty one in the complex. I was just the only one who forgot to close their window before they launched into a hot fuck session. The girl next door was the worst. She had been friendly and even flirtatious before and now she looked at me with disdain and wouldn't even talk to me. I think she was mad it wasn't her that was moaning and shouting. After Brenda left, I changed the sheets and went to bed with the most satisfied feeling I had ever felt. I fell asleep thinking about the next time I would have a chance to sample her brand of passion. She was indeed the best I ever had.

In the next installment I will share my next encounter with the lucious Brenda. A New Years Eve celebration. Two couples. A drinking and stripping game and side by side fucking. Stay tuned.

P.S. Brenda, if your out there and happen to read this story, you know your real name and you know just by reading who I am. I would love to hear from you. Why not write your own story about our first encounter. Tell your side of the story so to speak. I think the readers would find it interesting to hear what you were thinking and experiencing at the time. Hope you enjoyed.

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“Where would you like to start” you ask “Up or down”?

“Well, why don’t we start at the bottom and work our way up” I say with a coy smile and a wink.

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You walk me thru the great room at the front, point out the den and walk back thru the kitchen. I have finished my drink and walk to the sink to refill my glass with a little water before we head upstairs.

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Your hands move down my back and you grab the bottom of my sundress. As you start going down on your knees you push the sundress up to my waist. You start kissing the back of my legs and move up. Its right about now that I’m glad I made the decision to not wear any panties today. I lean forward a little over the counter and spread my legs. You can already see how wet I am. Your hands go between my legs. I’m dripping wet. I start to rub my clit for just a little while. My body is moving in motion with your hand, I grab onto the sink for support. I am so wet that your fingers just slide inside of me. It doesn’t take long and I cum almost immediately. You leave your fingers inside of me as my body shudders with an orgasm. My juices are dripping onto your hand. You pull me straight back against you so you can grab my tits. They are already out of the dress and you want to feel them, to touch them, to play with them. I grab your hand that was inside of me and put your fingers in my mouth. Mmmmm my god that tastes good. With your free hand you pull down your shorts, lift up my skirt and direct your cock into my pussy. I’m still sucking on your fingers. You take your fingers out of my mouth and put them just at the base of my neck and bend me over a little further. Your hands grab my hips as you start pounding me hard. I go between grabbing my tits and holding onto the sink for support as you fuck me harder. We are both so close. I tell you to tell me when you are about to cum. We carry on for a second when you tap my shoulder.  I push you back a little and squat on the floor in front of you. I take your cock in my hand and put it in my mouth. The whole thing right into the very back of my mouth. As I pull it out I lick and suck my juices off of you. Oh my god you taste sooo good. I reach down with my other hand and rub my clit. Come on baby, cum for me. Cum in my mouth I want to taste every last drop of you. You lean your head back and hold onto the counter behind you as cum shoot out of your cock and into the back of my throat. You let out a long deep moan as I am still sucking the last drop off. Mmmmm so good. Neither of us can barely move, and we still have the whole top floor of the house to cover ;)

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“Lets save that for later” I say “Lets go sit out on the deck by the pool for a bit”

“Ok” you say

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We grab our drinks and head out on the deck. The sun is shining, the tunes are cranked and I am ready for a dip.  I ask you if you have nosey neighbors. You tell me that the house on the left is vacant and the other house can’t see the pool from their place. Perfect! I grab the bottom of my sundress and lift if over my head. I’m as naked as the day I was born. From behind you can still see the wetness on my legs. I turn around and ask you if you are coming in. Damn right you are! You take off your shorts and dive into the water. I’m close behind. I swim underwater the length of the pool and come up in the shallow end. You have a very interesting pool; there is a sort of rocky edge to one side where water falls from above.  You push a button and the waterfall starts. I swim a few laps of the pool and swim over to you. I swim under water right up next to you and brush up against you as I come up out of the water. Water is pouring off my face as I open my eyes. It didn’t take you long to get your energy back. I think you have plans for me ;)

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You grab me by the hips and lift me up onto the edge of the pool just beside the waterfall. You spread my legs and dive in. You know how to tease me. Starting at my inner thigh and working my way close to my pussy but not actually touching me. Then back to the other side, starting at the inner thigh and working your way up and down. I am going crazy! You look up and watch as I pinch the nipples on my breasts. Even tho its warm out my body has goosebumps from the slight breeze that blows across your desk. I put one foot up on the side of the deck and scoot my bum closer to the edge, giving you a better view.  And the teasing stops, with one fast motion you lick my entire pussy. From back to front and all the way to the top, stopping only when you reach my clit to suck on it. I gasp. Fuck me that feels soooo good. Oh god please don’t stop. I sit up and watch as you spend your time nibbling, sucking and fingering my pussy.  You know I like it when you have two fingers in me. Your palm up curling your fingers to press on my gspot. Oh my god that feels so good, your face is buried in my pussy. My hands are busy playing with my tits. Heaven! Short moans escape my mouth, oh god yes… don’t stop. Your so good at that, oh god please suck me harder. Push your fingers in just a little more. I’m close to cumming. I grab onto your forearms to warn you that I’m close. You don’t flinch. Your tongue darts in and out of my pussy as I reach down with one hand to furiously rub my clit.  Oh god yes, oh god yes. I’m going to cum. I once told you that I am a squirter, I’m a little nervous if you are ready for it. You look up at me to watch my face as I cum.  Your fingers push deep inside, curling against the front wall of my pussy. You can feel my muscles start to contract as I rub my clit. Oh my god, Oh my god here it is. All of a sudden a warm rush of liquid hits your fingers. You pull them out and stick your face between my legs, lapping and sucking my juices.

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The next thing I know your splashing me with water. I sit up, look around. Oh my god did I fall asleep? No, you said it was only out for a minute. I was just really relaxed. I laugh and slip back in the water. We play around for a bit and head back up onto the deck. Grab our drinks and have a smoke.   I don’t even think about putting my clothes back on, its so natural to just hang out with you naked. You ask me what time I would like to head out for dinner.  I turn to look at you with a bit of a scowl on my face.

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“If its ok with you I’d rather stay in”

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You get up from your chair and come sit on mine. Ask me if I would like a little sun tan lotion. I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea, burnt nipples wouldn’t make for a great end to the weekend. You squeeze the lotion into your hand and start to rub it into my skin. You start at my feet, up my calves and past my knee. I spread my legs a little. Your hands turn into my inner thighs and back out… up the side of my legs and across my belly. You pour more lotion into your hands and rub it along my arms from my fingers to my elbow, squeezing my muscles as you get closer to my shoulders. My nipples are rock hard, my pussy is swollen, begging you to touch me.  I tilt my sunglasses down to look at you.

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“Stop teasing me”.

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You giggle and grab both my breasts in your hands. Full squeeze as you massage lotion on me. Stoping to make sure you rub it onto my nipples. I spread my legs wider. Please don’t stop. Your hands don’t leave my chest. I start to move my hand between my legs but you block it.

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“Uh uh, not yet” you say “Just relax and enjoy”Â

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You lean my chair back so I’m almost laying down flat on the chair. Your hands now moving across my entire body, still not going near my pussy. I close my eyes and wait, hoping you will touch it. By this time my knees are bent and my legs are spread wide open. My pussy is so swollen there is no way you can’t see how badly I want it. God please, please touch me. I feel a cool air, look down to see you gently blowing on it.  AAhhh your driving me absolutely crazy!Â

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“Lets take the rest of the tour” you say

“WHAT” I can barely breathe.

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You grab my hand and lead me into the house. My hand slips out of your as we are both very greasy from the lotion. Its almost difficult to walk my clit is so swollen, my pussy is so wet. As we reach the stairs you move to let me walk up first.  Each time I take a step you swat my ass. Gentle playful swat but firm enough to cause a spark. As we reach the top of the stairs I can see right into your bedroom. I start to move in that direction but you try to veer me away.  That’s it. This time I’m putting my foot down.

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“Get your ass in here now” I say. “You’ve teased me long enough, I need to feel you inside of me”Â

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I grab you and push you into the bedroom. I make you lay on the bed and I straddle you. Now... its my turn. I start with gentle buttefly kisses along your body all the way down to your hips. My hands massaging your cock as I move down further and further. I let saliva drip from my mouth onto the head of your cock as I twist my hands up and down.  Mmmm yes, that it. Know you know what its like to want something and not get it. I want to tease you longer but I want to suck on you even more. I lower my head, brush my hair to the side so you can watch and take you into my mouth. MMmmm god I love this. I love feeling your throbbing cock in my mouth. Running my tongue up and down it, tracing every vein in you as my head moves up and down. Your head is propped up on the pillows watching me. After I have been down for a while I lay on top of you and slide my way up your body. My chest pressing against yours. As I reach the top of you I kiss you. Its been a while, I forgot how good you kissed.

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I straddle your body , reach behind me and grab your cock and guide it into my pussy. With both hands balancing me I sit down on top of you. Oooohhhh yes. I sit there and enjoy it, the full feeling of every inch of you inside of me. So warm, so wet and so full. God I love that. I keep my hands on your chest as I sit back up on my knees, then back down.  Up and down until we have a rhythm going. Your hands move up and grab my breasts. I lean forward and let you play with them in your mouth. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you filling me up inside. Oh my god don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me.  Oh god yes. As your hand grab my breasts I ride up and down. You pinch my nipples and squeeze a little harder. I moan a little louder and move a little faster. You can feel my juices dripping onto your balls. I lean back and rest my hands on your upper thighs. You look down and watch, fascinated by the sight of your cock sliding in and out of my pussy.  I reach forward with one hand and rub my clit just a little. Oh god I’m close. Oh my god I’m going to cum again. I want you to cum with me. I lean forward, back so my hair brushes against your face. I lean forward just a little more so you can suck on my nipples again. My clit is grinding hard against your pelvis. You can feel the orgasm building. I sit back down on my knees. I look at you. Â

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“Are you ready” I out of breathe.

“Yes”

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I sit up and move my hips back and forth, back and forth. At the same time we both let out the most amazing sounds as our bodies are thrown into ecstasy. I sit back down on your cock. I can feel the warmth and wetness shooting inside of me. Oh my god this is the best feeling. I lean forward so you can suck on my nipples as I cum. Oh my god. Oh my god. Holy shit this is amazing. Every sensation in my body is on fire. I don’t want to move off of you, I don’t want this feeling to stop. The orgasm is just one big wave that I’m riding as I sit on top of you.  I collapse on top of you.Â

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You hold me for a bit as our breathing tries to calm down. Your cock can still feel the inner walls of my pussy contracting around you. I think I’m still cumming.  Finally I slide off of you and lay next to you. We roll to one side, as you scoot in closer and hold me. I can feel your breathe on the back of my neck.Â

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“We need a shower” you say.

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I look into the master bathroom and see the most amazing glass shower. In my head I’m thinking of how many ways I want to fuck you in there, but my body is telling me I need a few minutes.

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“Let me rest here for a just a minute” I say. “I don’t think I can shower in there without attacking you”

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(Part 2 to follow)