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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They found Lynsey in the living room downstairs putting her purse down. "Hi, honny" Julie said to her daughter. Hi, mom I'm just going to go to the lake and work on my tan" Lynsey replied. Lynsey was 5'6 had long blonde hair, small tits but had a huge ass that many guys love. "Hi Kathy." Lynsey said. "Hi Lynsey, how are you?" Kathy said with a smile. "Good" was her reply as she walked to the stairs. Kathy glanced as Lynsey's ass as it move up the stairs just like her mother's ass did. They walked to the kitchen table and sat down. "I'm glad you can over, do you think you could bring in the paper, and feed the cat when we go on vacation next week" Julie questioned. "No, problem" Kathy answered."Great" Julie said as she grabbed the house key from the counter. "Well I better go to the store before Mike (Julie's husband) gets home." Julie said as she handed the keys to Kathy. Kathy followed Julie out the front door.They said their good-byes.

Kathy went upstairs to her room and looked out toward the lake. Just then she noticed Lynsey laying outside with a orange and yellow bikini on laying on a lawnchair on the dock. Kathy remembered the naked photos of Lynsey and her boy friend. She wondered if Claire had anything like that. So Kathy walked to Claire's room and walked to her pink covered bed. Kathy looked under the bed. To her surprise there was nothing under it. So she walked to Claire's dressed and opened the top drawer. There was half a drawer of panties and the other half bras. She pikced up a pair of orange panties and set them on the drawer. The next was a thong. She never saw thie before. She picked up two more. Two more thongs. Then something caught her eye. Kathy picked it up. It was a light blue g-string. Kathy put the g-string on the floor. Kathy never wore thongs or g-strings. Kathy countinued looking through the thongs to the bottom. Nothing. She put all the thongs back in. She then picked up the g-string. She knew that John would be turned on if he saw this. So she put it in her jean short pocket. She decided she needed a bra. She found a matching light blue bra. She threw it on the floor. She looked in the second drawer, only to find jeans and skirts. Kathy found a very short black silk shirt that she had never seen and threw it on the bra. She looked for a tight shirt to wear in the final drawer. Right on top was a white-see through tank top that she sure was to small for her and Claire. Kathy looked and all the clothes she picked out. Kathy put them in a shopping bag and put it in her walk-in closet. She new John would be surprised.

A couple hours later Julie called to see if she wanted to carpool to Chris and Tom's summer baseball game, Kathy said sure. At 5:30 Claire and Chris came home. "Ready to go Chris" Kathy asked. "Yeah, let me grab my stuff." Chris said as he ran upstairs. "Claire, Zach is at Jeff's for the night so it's just you and dad untill 9:30 at least." "Ok" Claire replied. Chris came downstairs and they left. The game started about an hour into the game Kathy needed sunscreen. Julie didn't have any so they went back to the house. Kathy got out and wlaked to the front door and opened it sliently. She went to the bathroom, grabbed the sunscreen and walked to the door. She suddenly heard a loud moaning coming from upstairs. She walked out of the house, and back to Julie's mini-van."Julie come with me, quickly." "What is it" Julie asked. "I don't know." Julie got out of the car and walked into the house. They heard the moaning again. They quietly walked up the stairs to Claire's room but no one was there. "Oh yeah, oh, it feels so good,uuhhh" "That's Claire's voice" Kathy whispered. "Don't make a sound" Julie said. They tip-toed to Kathy's room. The door was wide open, they walked toward it and peeked around the corner. Chloe was on top of her dad's dick, "Oh, yeah daddy, fuck me, fuck me hard, I'm cumming, uh uh uhhhhhhhhh" Claire then collapsed on her dad's chest as he filled her with cum. When John had finished then began to french kiss. "Lets see mom top that." Claire smiled. "I hope I don't get pregnant." Claire said. John smiled. As they both closed their eyes and drifted into sleep.

Just a beginner, part 2 will have more sex. A lot more.

Dom grabbed her from behind and kissed her down her neck, across her shoulders and down her back, before spending time on that beautiful ass.

As they turned to face each other in full nakedness, Dom’s pulse raced as he knew he was about to fuck the hot girlfriend of his best mate. As they held each other’s hot bodies in anticipation of steamy sex, Suganya looked down at his ten inch boner in awe.

Suddenly she ran to the bed and jumped on top, spreading her legs suggestively. Dom’s jaw dropped.

I still remember the day I first saw R.J. The first time I saw those deep brown eyes, hiding behind his glasses, that muscular frame, his way of holding pages in his graceful hands; That was the day my prayers were answered. I went weak in the knees every time he looked at me. His presence seemed to compensate for making 90% of the men jerks. For the first few days I couldn't even pay attention to what he was saying. All I could see was his masculine jaw-line and his cute butt whenever he turned around. It seemed as if he had come from a totally different planet, so different and unique he was.

I thought that he would never pay any attention to me but I was mistaken. Whenever I wore one of my mini skirts, I found that he paid more attention to me. Soon I began to wear skirts all the time. I began to sit on the first seat, from where he could constantly pass his gaze on my beautiful legs. I would purposely cross and uncross my legs whenever he was looking at them. Lots of people say that my legs are my best feature and my efforts started paying off.

In the begging, he would just take quick glances. Soon he began to stand just in front of my desk, and look at my legs for seconds at a time, after making sure that no one was looking. After that he began to quickly finish teaching, then he would give us some assignment. Then he would go and sit on his desk and while we were writing, he would stare at my legs.

This guy sure had the hots for me. I would get so damp and horny every time he stared at my legs. Once I got free, I would have to finger my clit to relieve myself. Ofcourse, I did not let him know that I knew that he was secretly lusting after my legs. Now that I knew that he would like to screw me, I was just waiting for the right time to seduce him to the final level. I soon got the chance. Our class would be going to an industrial visit in Goa, and he would be the only faculty member. I decided that I would come back only after having had slept with him.

The visit to the factory itself went off without any interesting thing taking place. It was as if he was purposely ignoring me. I was almost depressed thinking that nothing would happen; but I did not lose hope. We had that evening as well as the next morning free, with no work lined up. I think it was planned so as to give us people a short trip to Goa along with some work. So the students decided to go clubbing that night. We managed to persuade R.J. to come with us. He was more then happy to come. Which guy wouldn't like to watch drunk, half naked chicks dance to some suggestive gyrating music, especially if he was not expected to pay for it.

I knew that I would have to make my magic work in that evening itself. As soon as we reached the hotel in the late afternoon, I went straight to my room. I had a nice warm shower. I shampooed my hair as well. As the warm water caressed my body, all I could think was of his warm body hugging mine. All I could picture was fucking him. I finally came out only in my panties and my bathrobe. I was really feeling very horny. I walked out into the bedroom and sat down on the couch. I walked over to take some tea to calm my mind and to take the horny thoughts out of my mind. Unfortunately it didn't work at all. I was horny with anticipation. To distract myself I walked into my bedroom and looked around for something to do. I made my bed then I tried to organise my bag. I even tried to choose a good dress for tonight. Still I had those wonderful, but horny thoughts. I put my hand down onto my crouch area to feel that my panties were soaked though by now. I was amazed at this, so I took them off and began to walk towards the bathroom to put them with the dirty laundry when I looked at the couch. "Whom am I kidding? I have to do it." I said to myself. 

So I walked over to the couch and open my robe. Revealing my smooth breasts and extremely wet bald pussy. (I keep it that way ever since I heard that boys love bald pussies.) I slowly dragged my middle finger of my right hand down my body from the base of my neck down in-between my breasts down my firm stomach and towards my crouch. I was breathing deeply now and so looking forward to what was about to happen. Then I stoked down my pussy and then back up it again. I was extremely wet by this time. Then I used my index and middle finger to stroke around the outer lips of my pussy and then towards my clit. I then rubbed that with my middle finger and with that threw my head back in ecstasy. 

My breathing was so heavy now and I was moaning and groaning every now and again. I then made my way to the opening of my cunt and then entered my middle finger into my pussy. Then I added a second, then a third. I had my legs spread really wide and at this moment I was pounding my pussy with my fingers. I reached three climaxes before I decided to add a fourth finger. It was then that I pounded my cunt the hardest I have ever done in my life. I was almost ripping the roof of my room, I was screaming so loud. Having relieved myself of frustration, I finally felt a little relaxed and calm. I went to sleep for some time.

By the time I woke up, it was almost 7 o'clock, time to get ready. I finally decided to choose what to wear. I had bought a lot of stuff, but it wasn't my whole wardrobe. I finally chose an emerald green tube top, which showed a lot of cleavage, with a nice denim mini skirt, which complimented my perfect, long legs. I applied some makeup, just to highlight my deep, wondrous eyes. I wore my favourite strawberry lipstick, and put on my 6-inch pencil heels. My panties, which I had worn just half an hour back, had become damp. I stood in front of the full-length mirror to admire myself. I looked so ravishing, so beautiful, and so alluring. Any man would be happy to have me. I looked so sexy with my mini just a couple of inches below my crotch. I looked at my image and decided to make one last change. I removed my panties, since they would be redundant later any way and they were wet with anticipation right now. Now whenever I would spread my legs, my skirt would ride up my legs, and my moistened and puffy lips could be seen clearly by anyone who watching me at the right time. I left for the lobby.

The guys along with R.J. had already left for the club and us girls would meet them there. Once we got in, R.J. along with someone else sat at the bar and the rest of us sat at tables. I was the last one in, so while I was passing R.J. I purposely dropped my purse next to him. When I bent over to get it, I gave him a clear shot of my wet pussy. I could see in a mirror, in front of me, that he couldn't stop looking at that wonderful spectacle. I could feel his gaze follow me till I sat down. I sat at such a place that only he could see my crotch below the table. I acted as if I did not notice him.

I would spread and close my legs and he couldn't help but watch. Even though he was still talking to the other fellow, his gaze was still on my glisting pussy lips. I acted as if I was engrossed in the conversation with the other people on the table. I silently took my hand in my lap and fingered my cunt to the tune of the pulsating music. I watched as the bulge in his pants grew. After a few minutes, I took out my wet finger and liked it. From the corner of my eye, I could see that he was still looking at me. Suddenly I looked towards him, which startled him. He avoided eye contact and started looking somewhere else. I got up and started walking towards him.

When I reached him, I asked, "R.J., isn't the music nice? Would you dance with me?" He couldn't help but agree with me. I pulled him to the smoke filled dance floor. He tried to stay away from me, but I held him very close to myself. I rubbed my crotch into his groin in sync with the pulsating music. I felt his erection grow larger. After about 5 minutes of dance, his dick had become almost 8 inches in length. He realised that I could now feel his erection, and he suddenly became embarrassed, and he left the dance floor. I ran after him and stopped him just before he could leave.

I look into his eyes and said, "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I want to screw as badly as you want to." "But, it's not right. If they hear of this, I might lose my job", he said. "But who's gonna know? Your 8-inch dick certainly wants to fuck me. Now why are you being so obstinate? "I asked. "Well it just doesn't seem to be right." I leaned over to him, pulled his head down toward me, and kissed him on his lips. He reciprocated and put his tongue deep into my mouth. "And you were saying...""Lets go to my room." To the folks I excused myself saying that I was feeling sick, and R.J. acted as if he was going to chauvinistically take me back to the hotel. No one seemed to mind, and we quickly left. After we got out, R.J. kissed me once again and we almost ran back to our hotel, which was just a short distance away.

Once we get into his room, he put out the 'Do not Disturb' sign, and locked the door. I went and sat on the bed. He removes his clothes then and there, and in walks this six-foot tall boy with a great set of abs and huge pec's. He wore his undies, but his eight-inch penis is noticeably erect, pushing the front forward. I couldn't remember any date that was that well hung, including all my ex-boyfriends. I had long back learned that if you want to be well satisfied then you must satisfy the guy first. "Do you like to be sucked" I cooed. "You bet," he responds. I begin licking his swollen testicles. I can smell his masculine fragrance. It is clear, he is ready to cumm, but I try to prolong the pleasure by licking his penis, rather than sucking. I hear him gasp for breath, as my tongue goes around his penis head and around his massive cock. When I think he can't hold on any longer, I put his throbbing penis in my mouth and use my upper mouth and lips as pressure points. I cup my hands over his testicles to provide warmth as I suck him with an upward motion. OOOOOOHH, he cries out. Oh, Yessssss!!!!!! As he presses forward from his hips and he ejaculates his thick wads of cum into my waiting mouth. I almost gag, as the considerable liquid hits the back of my mouth. It's so much that I have to remove my mouth before he is finished, so I jack him with my hand for the final spurt. 

"Now its time for you to enjoy. Just lay back and enjoy" He starts by kissing my lips, while his hands are caressing my hair. After a few minutes of exploring my mouth with his tongue, he withdraws and starts planting small kisses on my jaw line. Then he takes my left ear and starts sucking it. Mean while his hands are finding out how smooth and soft my boobs really are. The he kisses my temple and then my nose. Finally he goes to my chin and then along my nape. Eventually he reaches my collarbone and plants a few kisses there as well. All this while he is rattling on how sweet I am, how sexy I am, how pretty I am, as if I haven't heard it all before. By now he has done all possible things with my clothes on. "Shall I?" he says. He holds the bottom of my top and in one smooth movement frees my boobs and my upper body. He sucks on my twins; he starts flicking the tip of his tongue faster against my nipple. He then slowly moves down and kisses on my stomach, moving all the way to my already wet, warm cunt. 

"R.J., would you like to give me some pleasure." "Sure, what would like to do," he said with a huskiness in his voice. "My pussy is wet and could use a good suck and then I would like you to penetrate that huge penis of yours into me. I haven't had a good fucking for a long time." "Sure. With Pleasure." And now I help him take off my skirt. Now I am in my true state of nature. He leans his head and body against me and begins licking like a real pro. His tongue darts in and around my clitoris as I begin to feel the heat of passion rising slowly but surely. "Ummmmm, that's great. You really are good with your tongue. Stick your finger in my vagina and rub around till you find a little rough area on the upper part behind my bone. That is a special spot. Rub it gently." He found my G-Spot and I was off to the moon. Good boy that he was; he keeps sucking while he is fingering me. Then, I tell him to just concentrate on sucking and licking. After a few more minutes of pure pleasure, my body starts to convulse as an intense climax hits me. I felt that I ejaculated, which I rarely did. "Stop sucking me," I cry out as he over stimulates my sensitive, vibrating clitoris. After I catch my breath, I note that his penis was again in full erection. 

I take a condom out of my purse and help him put it on. He tries to enter me in the missionary position, but I stop him for the present. It's not as if I wanted to tease him further, but I wanted him to come into me in a special way, so that I could remember it for eternity. I tell him to kneel on the edge of the bed, while I raise my legs to his shoulders. I take his ramrod penis into my vagina and then move my legs closer to the centre so I can hold him in firmly. I wouldn't have done this unless I was already well lubricated with my juices. R.J. begins fucking me in slow motion as my vaginal walls were pulsating from his penetration. This was intensely pleasurable. I reached my finger down and spread my labia so that when he pushed forward, his hairs and pubic bone rubbed on my engorged clitoris. I asked him to use his hands to play with my breasts and nipples. Doing this caused R.J. to lean forward and allowed my ankles to go over his shoulders, giving me some leverage to push upward. We were now in rhythm, with his penis in full penetration copulating inside of me. In this position, he was touching all my sensitive zones. My senses were rioting as I could feel the pulsations of his swollen member deep inside of me. My body began shaking uncontrollably as R.J. began breathing hard pushing himself in and out with abandon. Soon he cummed in the condom, with a loud grunt. In reaction, my vaginal walls pulsated in orgasmic over drive as one orgasm after another pulsated through my body. The climaxes were so strong that my breasts were gyrating as I grabbed him close to my body in a passionate embrace. When my breathing returned to normal, I told R.J. he could be my lover anytime. 

I want to do something different, so we head for the shower. I start lathering his body and encourage him to do mine as well. I rub my nipples and breast against him and then take his penis between my lathered breasts and begin to breast fuck him. His penis takes on a renewed life. Then I sit down on the shower seat and begin to fondle his penis and scrotum. His eyes glazed as he leaned back against the wall. I wash the soap off his penis and give him a real deep throated sucking. I am rubbing my nose on his pubic mound, as my fingers play with his balls. I can feel his huge dick even in my throat. After a few minutes, his body tenses and I withdraw his cock from my mouth and start to penetrate his ass with my finger. This drives him wild, and he begins squirting an amazing amount of sperm for his second round of a blowjob. With his penis softened and his breathing returned to normal, I ask him to turn the showerhead so that the water pulsates and to direct the spray toward my clitoris, which I made accessible by spreading my legs and opening my labia with my fingers. Not too close, I tell him. Move the showerhead back and forth. The pulsating sensations felt wonderful and soon I shudder and climax again. He says he had never seen a girl orgasm so many times before and seems to take some pride. I could have done more, but he seemed tired, so I dried his body with a fluffy towel as he did mine. Both of us lay on the bed, and he cuddles me. We are so tired that both of us go off to sleep very soon.

When I get up, it's not morning yet. I collect my clothes and get dressed. I look at him. He is peacefully asleep, with a smile on his face. I leave for my room, without waking him up.

The End.

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            I pick her up and carry her from the front hall back to her room in the back of the house. I lay her down on the bed gently, and I lock the door. I straddle her and start to kiss her again. While I kiss her, my hands wander around her torso. I get to her full breasts and I squeeze ever so softly, she moans and I feel the nipples harden. I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. I keep kissing her, looking her in the eyes as she looks into mine.

 

            I pull away from her, and begin unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time. As I open each button, I kiss the flesh that has been exposed, starting with her neck. She loves when I kiss her neck, it drives her crazy. I unbutton the second button and kiss her upper chest. Button three, and I kiss the flesh between her breasts. Button four next, and I’m below her breasts now. Lastly, button five, and I dip my tongue into her bellybutton.

 

            I sit up straight, and open her shirt fully, exposing her perfect chest. I could stare all day at it, the little nipple like pencil erasers so hard and inviting. I take the invitation, and suck the left nipple into my mouth. Her eyes close and I feel her body relax as she surrenders herself to the pleasure. I move to the right, and I clamp it between my teeth and she lets out a cry that is part pain, part pleasure. I kiss her again and get off her.

 

I lay beside her, and I slide my hand from her lips down her chin, tracing a line only I can see down her body. I pass between her breasts, down her stomach, and draw a circle around her bellybutton. I continue down, and I slip my hand under the elastic of her pants. Much to my delight, she isn’t wearing anything under these either. She’s so hot when she is so ready like this. I slide my finger against her lips, and she grunts, I begin to massage her clit in slow circles, causing her body to start rocking.

 

I stop circling her clit, and I slide my middle finger up into her. Her whole body responds with great pleasure, she grabs my head and brings it back to her nipples, I obediently begin licking again. I only tease her for a few minutes before I stop and pull out, and tell her that I need to have her, NOW.

 

She undresses and then takes my clothes off for me. She tells me to lie down and I do. She spreads my legs, sits between them, and begins to rub my already hard cock. One of the things that I find very sexy is watching her pleasure me, it makes it so more erotic. She only plays with it for a minute, and then I watch as the bends down and takes it into her mouth.

The moment I feel her lips on the head, I feel like I am going to lose it. I always do when she gives me head, she is very good at it. She bobs up and down till I feel like I am going to pass out and I tell her to stop. She looks sad as she lets go, and I sit up.

 

I turn her around; get her on her hands and knees. I get behind her, I grab her hips in my hands, and I push myself into her. She moans as I fill her hole, and I rest a moment, she is so tight it almost hurts. I grab her by the hair; make her look into the mirror beside us. She put it there a few months ago, right after she discovered that she is turned on by watching me thrust into her. It was strange the first time, but in time it turned me on too, so we use it every time. We watched as I thrust into her slowly and then pulled out fast, then back in slow, and kept doing this over and over.

 

I’m getting near my end and so is she. I thrust her hard and fast, and she moans at every thrust, each moan louder than the last. She buries her face in the pillow and her toes curl as I feel her pussy clench down on my cock and I feel her flooding. The clenching sends me over the edge and I start pumping my sperm into her, covering her insides with it. I collapse on top of her, whispering in her ear that I love her; she says I love you too.

 

I roll her over onto her side, and pull the covers over us, never pulling out of her; I want to stay in her all night. I brush her hair from her eyes and kiss her one last time, and long after she is asleep I whisper “I’ll never leave you.”

John had an idea. “When this happens, you gotta go back to the beginning. We gotta go to Sensei.”

Paul smiled. Old memories of when they were young started flashing in his head.

Sensei was actually just a friend who was really good with women. He taught them everything he knew about getting women, and they were quite successful at it until recently. They called him Sensei as a joke because he was their mentor on this subject. His real name was Ron.

“Sensei?” said Paul. “Yeah, but it’s been a long time, man.”

“We have to go to Grand Sensei. I’m ashamed that we haven’t called him and said hello, but we gotta do it. We’re losing the magic, man. We gotta get it back or else we’re gonna be out of business.”

“Do you think he would like to talk to us at this point?”

“Well, let’s give him a try.”

It took about thirty minutes to drive to Ron’s house on the other side of Los Angeles. Paul called him as they were nearing the house and explained the situation. He seemed happy to hear from him and said he’d be happy to help.

Apparently Ron hadn’t lost his sense of humor over the years, because as soon as they walked in, they were greeted by Ron who was sitting at the table with huge cotton balls stuffed in his mouth.

He was pretending to be the Godfather the same way he did years ago. Paul and John joined in the routine without missing a step.

They knelt in front of Ron like they were kneeling for a king. John said, “Oh, Great Sensei, we’re at the end of our rope. My partner here, the Great Bullshit Master, has run out of charm. He’s not bringing in pussy anymore. Our dicks are starving. We come to you in our hour of need. Please have mercy on us.”

In his best Godfather imitation voice, Ron said, “Why you come to me now with problems like this? You don’t call me and invite me to your house for a little espresso, a little pasta. And now you have a problem. You obviously haven’t gotten laid in a while—or at least two hours—and you think now you have a problem.”

Paul was having a hard time controlling his laughter at this point because Ron was doing such an accurate impersonation of the Godfather without the slightest hint of a smile. It was funny as hell.

John said, “Sensei, believe me, we follow your techniques. We follow every step we learned from you, but it doesn’t seem to work. I mean, I don’t know what’s wrong. We came across a bitch—I mean, what we think is a witch—and she worked a spell on us because we did anal without telling her we were gonna do it—”

“Although she liked it,” interrupted Paul.

“—and she took away our charm.”

Ron started moving the chess pieces around on the table in front of him. He said, “Being in solitary, I like playing by myself. I figure this way I always win.”

He chuckled and then said, “Guys, first of all, you shouldn’t call them bitches. I think that maybe you lost your charm.”

He said something in Italian and then translated it. Basically, he’d said they need to make the girl feel comfortable. They needed to tease her and make her cum before she even saw their dicks.

Ron pretended to be frustrated and said, “I feel bad that all my teachings have gone in one ear and out your ass.”

The guys were struggling to keep from laughing. Ron was pouring the comedy on thick this time.

He went on about a girl that he had for them and how he was going to use her to re-teach them how to pick up women. They could get to know her, watch how Ron worked, and then they’d get to practice what he taught them. But of course, none of that would happen until after five minutes of joking and quoting catch phrases from the Godfather.

The guys went home and got cleaned up after coughing up $20 apiece for Ron. He didn’t tell them what it was for. Instead, he joked about it being “tribute.”

Later that night, they went back. The girl that Ron was talking about was sitting next to him on the couch. Her name was Naomi. She was average in appearance, a little chubby, but her hair style and attitude gave her a lot of sex appeal. She had the look of a woman who wanted to fuck and didn’t care whose dick she was fucking.

She was wearing a black top with a short red skirt. Her purse was next to her on the floor. She seemed really relaxed and she smiled all the time.

She had her foot on Ron’s leg and he was stroking her thigh. He looked up, said, “Do you like these shoes?”

Naomi said, “Yeah.”

“I spent a lot of my hard-earned money getting these, you know? And I bought them just for you.”

He lifted her foot off his thigh and raised her leg high in the air so the boys could see the shoes. Then he said, “You see, boys, you shmackles, if you get shoes for a girl you really charm the hell out of her because girls really love shoes. And another advantage to shoes is that you can look up their skirts and see what that lovely little pussy looks like.”

That was the last thing that Ron needed to point out. Paul and John were already looking up her skirt and felt huge boners trying to spring up in their pants. Her pussy looked so sexy stuffed away in tight red panties.

Everyone chuckled at Ron’s humor, then he said, “Look honey, these shoes are all yours. And because you have to put up with the likes of these two ugly shmackles, I got you a second pair of shoes and these guys chipped in to buy them for you.”

Now they knew why Ron wanted $20 from them earlier. He handed Naomi the box. She was smiling but she didn’t seem overly enthused about it.

John joked, “So we should give her two pair of shoes?”

“Well, when you’re dealing with three guys, one pair just isn’t enough. I could’ve gotten by with one pair with my charm, but since we’re dealing with two shmackles like you two, you have to have the additional shoes as well.”

Everyone laughed, but Paul and John felt an intense rush of excitement and tingles race through them. Ron had pretty much confirmed that Naomi was going to fuck them all. Her tits and crotch suddenly looked ten times better and two needy cocks were swelling up fast.

“In fact,” continued Ron, “when I look at both of you I think perhaps I should have gotten her a third pair and a bra and some underwear, but…oh well.”

They were having the time of their lives with Ron cracking jokes on them. It was just like the old days.

“Isn’t this exciting?” asked Ron to Naomi. “There’re a lot of men out there who would be masturbating looking at you. Isn’t that a nice thought?”

“Yeah,” said Naomi.

“You’re very sexy and got a beautiful body and nice, big tits. Men love girls like you.”

She was leaning closer to Ron with every word that came out of his mouth. She was blushing and giggled from time to time.

Ron turned to his friends and said, “See, flattering helps too. It’s the shoes and the flattering. Keep watching.”

He joked some more, flirted some more, and teased the two “shmackles” some more. He gave a few more tips about how to impress her with tactics that were old fashioned, but still worked.

He started kissing her neck as he gently pulled her hair. Then he pointed out the goose bumps that had formed on her legs. He pulled one of her tits out and showed them how hard her nipples had gotten because of it.

Naomi’s eye lids were getting heavier. She was taking deeper breaths than before. She was still giggling, but now it sounded like partial moans mixed with laughter.

The boys were impressed. Ron was manipulating this woman, getting her extremely horny, and he was telling them exactly how he was doing it while she was sitting there listening. They had to give it to him. Ron had style.

Next, he got her to give them a little strip tease. She basically took her clothes off slowly and wiggled her hips seductively. It was nothing special since Naomi wasn’t much of a dancer, but the point of it was to get her naked, so it wasn’t entirely in vain. The only thing left on her body when she was done was her new high heels.

Ron had started playing with his cock under his pants. The boys were staring wide-eyed at Naomi’s tits, which were even bigger now that the bra wasn’t holding them back.

Ron told her to sit back down. He said, “Is there anything that you would like more than a penis in your mouth?”

“No,” said Naomi.

“Candy? Ice cream? A movie? A walk in the park?”

“No,” repeated Naomi.

“So basically, the penis in the mouth is your best choice?”

She nodded.

Ron turned to the guys and said, “Always let the girl make the choice because, A, it’s more exciting, and B, if she makes no choice then she can dial 9-1-1.” Ron was making a reference to rape, but it took a few seconds for anyone to get the joke, so the laughs came late.

Ron pulled his cock out. It was already at least seven inches long and it wasn’t fully erect yet.

Naomi’s eyes lit up and she leaned forward with her wet mouth agape and closed her soft lips around the head. She gave it a light suck and then dove down on it. She went a little deeper with each suck, and soon Ron’s cock had fully stiffened in her mouth.

Naomi had some outstanding cock sucking skills. His dick was tingling immensely as she massaged it with her tongue and lips.

“Look at how she takes it so deep,” said Ron. “Look at that.”

It was like the guys were watching a live porno. And seeing it live was having the same effect as it would if they were watching it on TV. It made them want to fuck the girl.

She was bending in a doggie style position on the couch as she sucked him. Not only did they get to see how well she gave head, they got to see her naked ass sticking straight up in the air. It left their imaginations with something to work with.

They could almost see themselves plugging her other end with stiff cock. All they needed was the okay from Ron and Naomi.

It was driving them crazy just sitting there watching somebody else get his dick sucked after going so long without sex.

To make it worse, Ron said, “She sucks a mean dick.” Then he pulled it out of her mouth and started kissing her and sucking her tits because he’d forgotten to tell them foreplay was an important part of the lesson. The kissing only lasted about ten seconds though, because Ron leaned back and eagerly popped it back in her wet mouth.

“Oh, that’s pretty talented,” moaned Ron. “Oooh, nice, baby! Nice. Look at that. Look how hard I’m getting. Yeah. All the way out and all the way in. Oh, yeah, keep doing that!”

“Uh, Sensei,” said Paul, “where’s our part?”

“Oh, shit,” said Ron as if he’d forgotten about them by accident.

Naomi knew he’d done it on purpose, so she was having a hard time keeping control of her laughter. The desperate look on their faces was hilarious.

“While you suck my dick,” said Ron to Naomi, “one of the Shmackle Brothers are gonna start giving you head from the back. He’s gonna eat your pussy; he’s gonna eat your ass, and if you really behave yourself, honey, he’s gonna stick his tongue way up your ass and touch your tonsils. That’s how far we’re talking. He might even massage your heart as he bypasses it.”

John wasted no time in getting his clothes off. He was behind Naomi and had his tongue gliding back and forth between her clit and asshole in seconds.

It had been so long since he’d tasted the sweetness of a young woman’s cunt juices. He worked each and every inch of her hind region like he was using his mouth to clean it before surgery.

Naomi was extremely aroused from having a cock in her mouth and a tongue in her ass and pussy. She sucked Ron deeper and let her head linger at the bottom before she came up.

Her pussy was gushing loads of fluids. John happily lapped every drop and spread it around using his lips and tongue until he had her whole anal and pubic region soaked with saliva and pussy juice.

Ron kissed her for a while longer until he opened his eyes and realized John had stopped licking her. He obviously wanted a blowjob too, so Ron told Naomi to lay on her back so he could fuck her while she sucked John’s cock.

Her ample tits fell into place and Ron lifted one of her luscious legs high in the air, revealing every tender fold of her juicy, bald cunt. She started fingering herself and rubbing her clit.

“Is it nice and wet?”

“Uh-huh,” Naomi moaned.

She looked up just in time to see John’s balls coming at her face. She opened her mouth and let them land on her lips and tongue. A few seconds later she felt Ron’s pulsing cock head pushing into her tight hole.

As wide apart as her legs already were, she tried to separate them even more. Ron had a long prick. He was slowly shoving every inch of it in and out of her. Her whole body was tingling like mad.

“Turn around and we’ll do you doggie style, baby,” said Ron. “Get that cute little ass way up in the sky.”

She got up and bent over on her knees. She arched her back, which put her pouty cunt lips in better view and made her twat easier to access.

“Ohh, look at that,” said Ron, and he instinctively started stroking his cock and then slipped it back in her as she took in a mouthful of John’s cock.

All three were really into it now. This was Naomi’s favorite position. She loved what Ron was doing behind her. The better he fucked her, the more cock she craved for her mouth. It got to the point that she was deep-throating John every time she went down.

When John commented on how good it felt, it made her get even nastier. She pushed her mouth completely flush against John’s pubic region, forcing him so deep that the end of his cock had to curve down her throat just to fit it all in.

“Oh…yeah! My dick is all the way down her throat,” John said in amazement. “She’s so fucking good.”

“You’re learning my lessons well. That’s charming, providing a penis for her to suck on,” Ron joked.

He got serious for a moment and told John to get lost. He was horny and wanted Naomi all to himself.

Besides, they hadn’t called him in a year. They deserved to suffer.

He sat down and motioned for Naomi to mount him. He wanted her to ride him. She was really good at it. She had a big, juicy ass that made for a great, cushiony, heated seal around his cock and hips.

Their upper bodies were pressed close together. Her tits were mashed against Ron’s face, which made it hard to breath, but despite the lack of oxygen, within minutes, she had almost gotten him to pop his load.

In fact, the heavy breathing made it seem more erotic. He was spreading her ass cheeks apart and ramming every inch of his cock up in her.

The only problem was Ron had drank too much water and liquor before every got there. He’d been holding his bladder all night. He’d just gotten to the point that he couldn’t take anymore, so he excused himself and asked the “bogus boys” to fill in for him.

Ron’s bladder couldn’t have had better timing. Watching them fuck was really getting to the boys. They were stroking their meat, and if Ron hadn’t stopped when he did, they would’ve popped their loads all over their hands.

John was the first to act. He was on his feet and bending Naomi over as soon as Ron got to his feet. He fucked her, pounded her, drilled her, dug into her hot flesh.

He pulled his cock out, slurped the pussy juice, swallowed it, and sprang back to his feet. He motioned for Naomi to turn around.

John was stroking his meat. Naomi dropped to her knees.

John grabbed her head.

Naomi’s mouth came open.

John’s legs were shaking with anticipation.

OOOOHHHHHHH!!!

Cum spilled from his cock like waterfalls. Every bit of it landed directly in her mouth.

Naomi gladly caught it all in her mouth, swallowed some, and let some drip back onto his cock so she could lick it up while she sucked the sensitive cock head.

Ron watched patiently as Paul took his turn fucking Naomi. It was about the same as John, ending with Paul shooting his load in her mouth while he moaned his satisfaction.

Once they were out of the way, Ron laid her on her back and started drilling her in the missionary position. His back was upright so he could watch her tits jiggle, plus he didn’t want to get too close to her face with all that cum on it.

It felt good, but Naomi’s pussy was getting sore after fucking all those dicks. She said, “Okay Mr. Tough-Guy-Sensei, you better cum in twenty seconds.”

She started counting down from twenty and it actually sounded very sexy because she was moaning as she counted. When she got to number one, Ron pulled his cock out, started stroking it, and said, “Zero.”

Long ropes of cum sprang from his cock and decorated her face like a spider web. She started sucking Ron’s spent dick.

“Oh, aw!” he screamed. Shivers went through his body. “Oh, oh man, oh!”

“That’s delicious. Mmmm,” she said as she sucked the last few drops from his tingling shaft.

Ron looked up. He had stuffed more tissue in his cheeks while everyone was pre-occupied with watching the blowjob.

Mocking the Godfather, he said, “That’s how you do it boys. They want a little sperm, you give it to them. Now we can go take a break and have a little cappuccino and spaghetti. Naomi, you wanna come have a bite with us?”

“Okay,” she said.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah,” she replied. She still hadn’t stopped sucking his cock.

“Okay, guys. The lesson was a success. Onward and upward, okay?”

“Thank you, Sensei.”

They bowed, and it was off to their place to eat dinner and possibly get ready for another romp.

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It’d been many a year since I’d managed three erections in so short a time.

Maybe it was the newness of our love that was helping me out, but whatever it was, I wasn’t about to lose this chance of making love to Victoria once more.

I lightly ran my fingertips across Victoria’s flat stomach and as I approached her bald mound, I saw her eyelids start to flutter open.

“Hi honey.” She said with a grin as she felt my fingers start to explore her outer folds.

“Hi darl.” I replied with a grin to match hers.

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose, and then kissed her beautiful lips.

I felt them part to allow my tongue to enter its warmth.

As our tongue entwined inside her mouth, my fingers were busy with her clitoris, causing Victoria to moan passionately against my mouth.

Her clitoris felt swollen beneath my fingertips as I gently tugged at it.

I slipped my index finger in between the folds of her flesh, marveling at her moistness.

I removed my tongue from within her mouth and start to kiss her around the neck.

Victoria placed her arms around my body and hugged me to her tightly.

I looked up at her and smiled.

Then I returned to kissing her neck.

Victoria released her embracing arms from around my body, knowing full well where I was headed, as I started to kiss and suckle at her nipples.

I felt her place her hands on top of my head as I continued to arouse her with my lips.

I removed my finger from within her and said, “Are you ready for a bit of anal?”

“A bit? I want it all honey.” She replied with a big smile.

“Roll over onto your stomach then, Sexy Bum.” I instructed her, giving her a light slap on the side of her backside.

Victoria gladly rolled over onto her stomach.

Once again, I marveled at just how dam perfect her body really was.

“Hop up onto your hands and knee’s please darl.” I said to her while running my hands over both cheeks of her arse.

Victoria did as I asked and I was once again rewarded with the beautiful sight of her vaginal lips hanging just below her tiny anus.

I moved myself in between her legs and leaned forward enough, so that I could lower my mouth down to her twin delights.

I ran the tip of my tongue to her very moist vagina and lapped at her juices happily.

I held her cheeks apart with my hands as I once again darted my tongue as deep inside her as it’d go, exploring her velvet like flesh, wishing my tongue was three times as long.

My nose was pressing against her anus, which I knew I’d be invading very shortly.

I used my fingers on her throbbing clitoris, again bringing groans of pure pleasure from her.

Victoria was trying to push herself back up against my probing tongue.

“Dam my tongue for being so short.” I thought to myself as I tried to plunge it even deeper inside her.

But alas, it’d reached its full length inside her.

I rubbed harder and faster against her clitoris, causing Victoria’s moaning to sharply increase in volume and pace.

Suddenly, I felt her hot juices gushing from within her, to splash all over my tongue and face.

I greedily lapped at her flowing juices like a thirsty man trapped in a desert, finally finding water after three days.

I couldn’t get enough of this woman who’d captured my very soul.

Just before her juices stopped flowing, I removed my mouth from its treasure and moved forward enough to be able to plunge my cock deep within her, bringing forth more groans of pleasure from Victoria.

Satisfied that I’d gotten enough of her juices to coat my entire length, I slowly withdrew my cock from her hot, moist vagina.

Gripping one cheek of her arse in my left hand, I guided the head of my cock to the entrance to her tiny anus.

I then began to slowly ease my way inside her anus.

At first I thought that the head of my cock was far too big for such a tiny hole, but happily it popped inside her anus without too much trouble.

I watched Victoria’s hands on the bed for any indication that I was causing her any pain or discomfort.

There appeared to be none, so I began to slowly ease my way deeper and deeper inside her very tight anus.

It was like the shaft of my cock was gripped by a vice caused by the ring of her anus around my cock.

I’d finally reached bottom inside her anus and soon began to find a rhythm that suited us both.

Victoria had began to rub her fingers along her moist slit as she felt me starting to pick up pace within her arse.

I reached forward and gripped her by the shoulders and each time I pushed deep inside of her, I’d pull her towards me, reaching bottom every time, bringing forth grunts of pleasure from Victoria.

I knew I wouldn’t last long as the pleasure of her tight ring around the shaft of my cock was far too great.

But, I knew that once Victoria and I started living together and grew used to each other’s way sexually, I’d last longer than now.

I felt my cum starting to boil inside my balls and I rammed myself as deep inside her as it’d go, exploding my hot cum inside her arse.

The pleasure I felt from doing so, was one of the most intense I’d ever felt in my life.

As Victoria felt my hot cum flooding into her, that seemed to trigger her own orgasm.

She cried out as wave after wave of pure pleasure flowed through her entire body.

She collapsed onto the bed with me still buried to the hilt inside her anus.

I lay on top of her, too tired to move.

Not that I ever wanted to move from within her.

We were not only joined sexually, we were joined together as soul mates for life.

I gently rolled myself over to the side, pulling Victoria’s body with my own, thereby keeping my cock still buried inside her arse.

Who knew, maybe I’d get lucky and have yet another erection.

I held her in my arms, cock buried within her, never wanting to let this beautiful woman from my sight again.

                                                  The End

 

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“Do you really think this is a good idea?” She said as she ran the silk between her fingers.

“Yeh” Chris said drawing in breath as Phoebe wrapped the silk round her hand and started moving over his naked chest. She laughed softly as he reached up to move her hand lower.

“Let’s do this then” She said moving her hands above her head, her wrists touching.

“You sure?” Chris asked “I don’t want to force you”

“I’m sure” She said, arching her back to press against his chest. Through her thin shirt he could feel her nipples harden as she got turned on.

Chris unravelled the silk from around her hand then held her wrists together, all his body pressed against hers. He slowly wrapped the silk round her wrists and tied a knot to hold them in place. She wiggled her hips against his as he moved his hand down over her breast.

“You ok?” He asked.

“Yeh” She moaned as his hand moved down over her stomach to undo the button on her jeans.

Chris slowly moved his hand back up over her till he was holding the two ends of the silk. He tied the ends around the post on his head board as Phoebe kissed the base of his neck.

“Just lie back and enjoy” Chris said as he unbuttoned her shirt exposing her naked breasts. Smiling Chris moved down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, flicking with his tongue. Phoebe moaned in pleasure arching her hips. As he moved his mouth to her other breast his hand moved down and unzipped her jeans. He then kissed his way down her body as he removed her jeans completely.

Now all she had on was a tiny black thong. Chris quickly removed his trousers and boxers. He lay back down with his head between her legs. He moved his tongue over her thong causing her to moan.

“More” She gasped as his tongue licked at her clitoris through her underwear.

He moved her thong to the side and licked over her clit before moving to slip his tongue into her pussy. She thrust her hips in order to have his tongue as far inside her as possible. He moved his tongue in circles causing her to moan more and more loudly then withdrawing to circle her clit as his finger moved inside her, slowly back and forth. Gradually he increased the speed of his finger and tongue until he could feel her muscles start to tighten as her orgasm got closer and closer.

She cried out in protest as he moved away, but Chris just smiled.

“Not yet” With a small laugh he moved up her body until his cock was level with her mouth. Automatically she opened her mouth for him. Chris placed the head of his cock in her mouth and shivered as her tongue moved out to circle it. Inch by inch he moved himself into her mouth, checking her body language in order to know when to stop. As soon as she had as much of his cock in her mouth as she could manage she moved her head back and grinned up at him before moving her head back to suck his cock hard.

He moaned loudly and thrust forward. His cock had never been this far inside someone’s mouth before.  Sensing Phoebe’s discomfort he reluctantly moved back, withdrawing completely.

“I want you to come in my mouth” Phoebe demanded

Smiling Chris placed just the head of his cock back into her mouth and using his hand brought himself to orgasm. As he came he moved his cock deep into Phoebe’s mouth. She quickly swallowed his come then moved her tongue round and over his cock to get all his come in her mouth.

Chris moved down to kiss her on the mouth, sliding his tongue inside, tasting his come. Phoebe laughed.

“How we goin’ to fuck now?” She enquired, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes.

“We got the whole night, babe” Chris whispered in her ear “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you come so hard, so many times”

Phoebe shivered in anticipation, feeling waves of desire shooting through her body from her pussy. She spread her legs wider, inviting him to continue what he started earlier.

Ignoring her signals he slowly kissed her open mouth and moved his hand over her breasts, squeezing her nipples hard, almost to the point of pain. Hearing her moaning, he once again moved his mouth to her breast and gently bit her nipple.

“Please, I want you inside me” Phoebe begged

“Not yet” Chris was struggling to restrain himself.

“Please” 

“Ok” Chris gave in, he was hard again. Even just kissing Phoebe after he came managed to turn him on again. He moved his hand down to her pussy and slid two of his fingers inside her. As soon as he touched her he knew she was completely ready.

He moved his fingers from inside her, bringing them up to her mouth. She immediately started to suck his fingers, as if they were his cock. He smiled.

He placed his cock at the entrance to her tight little pussy. She moved her hips to try and get him inside her. Chris wouldn’t allow it. He moved his cock slowly up and down over her clit and pussy. She moaned as the head of his cock hit her clit. He slid his cock inside her as far as he could go. She moaned and began to rock her hips back and forth setting the pace she wanted. He moved his hand over her breasts and kissed her as he thrust had inside her.

“You feel so good” Phoebe whispered in his ear arching her back as he kissed round the base of her neck.

Chris smiled and pulled his cock out of her causing her to shift her legs to try and keep him inside her. Smiling he reached over to the draw of his bedside table where he withdrew a small vibrator he often used to make her come. He moved it up to her mouth and understanding instinctively she took the vibrator in her mouth licking her tongue round to get it wet. Taking it to his mouth Chris did the same. Smiling he then moved the vibrator to slide it inside her ass. Chris then turned the vibrator on to full power and slid his cock back into her pussy. He couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure as he felt the vibrations inside her. Finally giving himself up to his desire he thrust inside her hard and fast feeling his orgasm building. Phoebe drew in breath sighing in pleasure. As Chris thrust inside her she tugged her hands free from the silk to run them over his back before moving one hand down to her clit and moving her finger round getting herself to the edge of coming, sensing that Phoebe was about to come, Chris moved faster and moaning loudly he came. As soon as Chris’ orgasm ended Phoebe came, stifling her moans into his shoulder. They lay there in each others arms, both satisfied for what seemed like hours.

“Wanna go again?” Phoebe asked sleepily, Chris laughed and hugged her close.

 

As soon as he pulled in Michael went to check the engine.

“Looks like we need a mechanic but they’ll all be closed now”

“We’ll just have t stay here for the night then” Lily said. “I’ll go see about booking two rooms”

   She walked over to the reception her tight mini skirt ridding up her legs. Coming back 5 minutes later she said,

“There was only one room available so I booked it and figured we’d sort something out”

“Its ok, I’ll sleep on the floor” Michael said, removing their suitcases and locking his car and following her to their room.

“We got a couple of hours to kill before bed” Lily Said once they were inside, “Want to watch some crappy TV movies?”

“Why not” Michael replied, getting a bottle of vodka and cans of beer out of his suitcase.

    As they sat next to each other on the double bed drinking and watching some crappy will they/won’t they film they gradually moved closer to each other on the bed. At the end of the film when the two characters finally realised they were meant to be together and kissed Michael reached over and brushed the lock of hair out of Lily’s eyes before leaning in and gently kissing her on the mouth.

   As his tongue moved over her lips, she opened her mouth a fraction, seeing this as a positive signal he moved his tongue forward into her mouth. Lily moved her hands up to around his neck and opened her mouth wider to deepen the kiss.

   Michael moved his hand down her back, when he reached the bottom of her t-shirt he slid his hand underneath before moving his hand back up to undo the clasp of her bra, Lily smiled against his mouth, moving her hands to take off his t-shirt. They moved apart and both removed their own tops, Lily sliding the straps of her bra down her arms, removing it completely.

   Michael looked appreciatively at her 32D breasts before moving back to kissing her mouth. His hands moved over her breasts before his fingers traced round her nipples making them into hard points. He slowly kissed his way from her mouth down over her neck to her breasts taking one nipple in his mouth, flicking lightly with his tongue and biting with his teeth cause Lily to moan loudly.

    Lily moved and pushed Michael onto his back. She kissed all over his chest as her hands unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down around his ankles. From the TV came the sound of moaning as a porn film had started to play. Lily kissed down and took Michaels hard cock in her mouth flicking the head with her tongue. She took his cock as far into her throat as was possible. Michael moaned and thrust his cock into her mouth faster until he came. Lily swallowed all his cum. With out a word Michael pushed Lily back over and removed her mini skirt. He licked over her pussy through her thong before removing it and running his tongue over he clit causing her to gasp and move herself down towards his face. Smiling Michael spread her legs wider and stuck his tongue into her pussy. He moved his tongue in a circle inside her before moving his tongue over her clit until she came hard moaning so loudly that he was sure people in neighbouring rooms must hear her.

“Wow” Lily breathed heavily, “That was amazing!”

“Yeh” Michael agreed, kissing up her body to her mouth. “You want to do more?”

   Lily opened her eyes wide; no guy had ever been this forward with her before. She wanted sex really badly. It had been 3 months since she had had sex.

“Yeh, I want you” Lily said, pushing her hips up as his hand moved over her mound slipping a finger inside her.

Michael moved so he was lying on top of Lily, he placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed only an inch in. Lily moaned “More”.

“Beg for it” Michael said.

“Fuck me hard and long” Lily begged

   Michael shoved his whole cock into her pussy pinning her hands down and fucking her hard. She moaned and pushed against him. She pushed his hands off her and rolled over so she was on top. Michael moved his hands to her breasts as she moved on top of him. She leaned down and kissed his mouth hard moving her tongue in his mouth. Michael pushed her back over removing his cock from her pussy, sliding down over her slit until his cock was at the entrance to her arse. Michael pushed slightly and Lily moaned in pain.

“Don’t worry” Lily assured Michael, “Carry on”

   Michael pushed in slowly and gently, listening if Lily was in too much pain. Pretty soon he was all the way inside and began thrusting slowly back and forth. He moved his hand to her clit and moved his fingers in circles making her moan as he started to thrust harder and faster into her arse as his orgasm grew closer. Just before he came he withdrew from her arse and came over her breasts and stomach. Moving his head down he once again flicked her clit with his tongue making her climax, her hands digging into his back. They then held each other on the bed, kissing until they feel asleep.

Now he leaves her like that grabs a kitchen knife , goes in front of her and shows her the knife. Alyssa`s eyes almost poped out of her head she started to feel weak she didnt know what he was going to do with it? Goes behind, pulls the collar of her shirt up , stuck in that position it choked her that she almost turned blue. As he took the knife and starts to rip her shirt off, as the shirt is ripped off he takes the blade and runs it down her back, till he gets to her skirt, lifts up the skirt and runs the blade on her ass takes the flat of the blade and taps her pussy three times "ah ah ah bad little girl, your panties are already wet" He takes the blade and cuts her panties off. "This will teach you to behave like a good little girl is supposed to, next time you`ll ask permision to daddy" He pulls out his belt and smacks it on her back. "AAAAAAAAH" (all muffled up) smacks her hard on the ass, and again changing from time to time. She just layed there helpless not knowing where he was going to hit next trying to scream in pain but the duck tape just muffled up her screams. Tears started flowing down her eyes smearing all her eye makeup. Rips off the tape "OUUUUCH PLEASE DADDDY STOP PLEASE" Moves behind her "PICK A NUMBER BETWEEN 50-100" ..."NOOO daddy PLEASE NO" "PICK A NUMBER"...." please daddy no please I`m sorry I wont do it again" she starts to sob "plea..AAAAAAAHH" smacks her hard on the ass , "pick a number" , "I beg you daddy please no... please" she starts sobing harder, tears running down her cheeks. "smacks her again ! OUCCCH !

Ding ding ding ! The door bell rang. As I walked over to the door there was Jennifer. Opens the door and as soon as she walks in and she sees Alyssa bent over a chair , marks red on her ass and back, she trys to turn around to leave the house.But he was too quick grabs her by the neck. "IN THE KITCHEN" ...all in shock Jennifer could`nt move. She was struck by fear. As he pulls a chair right in front of Alyssa "Take off your cloths my little daughter here has`nt seen your pussy yet and wants to see it" "both of you are also going to get punished for being little whores" As she took off her cloths, he grabs her by the hair and sits her right in front off Alyssa. Her pussy level to her face, pushes the chair close enough that there was only an inche between her pussy and Alyssa`s nose "Dont even think of licking it !!" "I promis daddy" he ties Jennifers hand behind the chair and ties her legs also spread opened . "you want to see her pussy here it is" he starts playing with nice shaved pussy, rubbing it stroking it. It started to get wetter and wetter. Alyssa wanted to lick it so bad but she knew she needed permision "Daddy..." looking up at him with innocent eyes "Can I lick it please?" , "you want to lick it ?" he takes his fingers and spreads that pussy open "here taste that nasty cunt" Alyssa starts licking it, it tasted so sweet "mmmm, oh Jennifer you taste so good" sticking two fingers in then placing them on Alyssa`s lips "taste that , lick my fingers" sucking on his wet fingers "mmmmm mmmm mmmmm" Jennifer still startled started to moan "OHHHH AAHHH, YES ... lick it Alyssa" Mark goes and takes a fresh cup of coffee still hot in the pot...."keep going I want you to make her cum before I punish both of you, enjoy it while it last" Sits in a chair next to them pulls his feet up on Alyssa`s back" GO ON" Both of them affraid of what was to come .. Punishment ?? Alyssa was thinking what the fuck , her back hurting still from all that spanking "daddy I tought I already had been punished" ..."Oh you were , that was for not following my rules" .."After both of you are going to be punished for not studying at school...START LICKING BITCH" sits back and sips his coffee.

As Jennifer came with huge screams finishing his coffee stands up and takes a look, Alyssa`s mouth and chin all covered in wet pussy juice. He pulls her head back and starts to make out with her , licks the pussy juice off her face "mmmm you do taste good Jennifer, Let`s see if you think the same of me" he unties her and ties her back in the same position as Alyssa , kneeled over a chair and bound to it. Pulls the chair so they`re both side by side. "Alright lets see how much you girls learned at school" Pulls out a book from Alyssa`s school bag. Fliping to the question section he asks "Alyssa..." " Yes daddy?" gives her a question to answer ..."I`m not sure of the answer"

"you better make sure"

As she gave a wrong answer he walks right in front of Jennifer and pulls down his pants pulls her head back by her balck hair and puts his cock in her mouth and pulls it out "Please nooooo" Alyssa did`nt want to see her boyfriend stick his dick in some other girls mouth, but at the same time she did kinda find it sexy seeing her friend with his dick in her mouth. "Please no Marc" Jennifer screamed as he pulled it out slaps her in the face hard "ITS MISTER LEBLANC To you, now listen up for your question" He ask Jennifer a question ... " I dont know ? "

"Wrong answer" walks at Alyssa`s mouth, "what ? open up you know the drill bitch" pushes his cock in her mouth. "Ok your turn now" as he kept asking question and they kept getting it wrong because they were so confused and in pain they could`nt concentrate. The more they answered wrong the more he forced his dick deeper inside thier throats. "Wrong answer Alyssa, next time both of you will studdy and not play with each other" grabs Jennifer by both side of the head and shoves his cock realy deep , making her gag and choke , spit squirting out the side of her mouth as she gagged, he did`nt let go he kept it there , her face turning red , then seeing as she could not breath anymore he pulled it out. She gasp in huge intervall trying to get oxygen "No M.Leblanc..please no more I`m sorry" "HAHAHAHA, Jennifer what is the answer to ...." ...." I dont know I dont know , please dont please M`.Leblanc it hurts" Walks over to Alyssa , she knew it was going to be brutal this time, her face already having spit and drool all over her chin with a small puddle of it on the floor. Picking up his sloppy dick full of spit and drool with one hand , pulls back on her forehead with the other hand "Open" rams it in deep making her almost vomit, pulling it out making sure she can get a breath..."Sorry I slamed it too hard baby, Open up again" Slides it in slow but deep making her choke on it waiting till she starts to scream for air, mucus coming out of her nose , spit flying everywhere around his dick....her eyes are blood shoot red from tears and pain ...

"Library is for studying !!! " Pulls out his dick out of her sloppy mouth"Understood girls ??"

"Yes daddy"

"Yes M.Leblanc"

"GOOD" unties Alyssa "untie your friend and come in the bedroom after" As she stood up in pain from being in that postion so long she stumbled beside to help out her friend as he left for the bedroom.

"Come on Jennifer"

"No Alyssa I dont want anymore , I`m scared and I`m hurting"

"No no it`s ok he`s gonna be nice now, I promis you" reasuring her that all would be fine Jennifer follows her in the bedroom.

 

Laying on the bed Mark looks up at them walking in looking up their sexy bodies. "come and lay here with me girls" All three laying there in the bed , he pulls them together and lets them caress each others body, laying there just watching them please themselves...."you girls are going to study hard from now on? " ...both at the same time answered "Yes we will" ...pulling up near Alyssa and licking her pussy."Oh yes Mark, ohhhhhh" Jennifer gets up and lays on Alyssa`s face, rubbing her pussy in her face , humping her mouth. Alyssa sticking her tongue in and out " mMMmmm ohhhh yes ahhhhh Alyssa lick that pussy" Getting up Mark lets them go into a sixty nine position. Goes in the closet and pulls out a strap on dildo.."Here Jenny, put this on" she strapps it on her waist.

"Ok lay down on the bed, Alyssa sit on that plastic dick"

"Yes sweety" Sitting on it feeling that hard plastic slaming inside her, "come on Jennifer fuck her hard"

Placing himself behind Alyssa "Bend over" as she does her ass exposed and watching Jennifer thrust that dildo in and out, stretches her asshole"MMMM that looks nice and tight, lets see how it taste" Slips is tongue around her asshole licking it, "MMMM you like that honey?"

"OHHHHH MARK Please fuck my ass" licking and spitting on that ass " AAAHHHH Fuck me harder Jennifer, Mark keep licking my ass , please make it realy wet" sticking a finger in and out....then using his thumb sticking it in. taking out the lubricant squirts some on her ass. Rubbing it in with his fingers , sticking not one but 2 fingers in making sure she`s ready for it when he sticks is big throbbing cock in her tight ass. "Ohhhhh Mark put that cock already...PLEASE !!" Pushing his cock up against her asshole, so tight it hurts as it goes in slowly."AHHH yeah fuck that feels so warm and tight" Starts pounding on her ass. In and out in long strides .... "Oh you like that being fucked in the ass"

"aaaah yeeeees" barely able to speak as she`s full of ecstacy, the pleasure so intense that all her body in complete eroctic heat, everything on her boddy his so sensitive he keeps pounding her ass while Jennifer fucks her pussy.

"Ok your turn Jennifer" Pulls out his dick and wipes it a bit, goes to Jennifers mouth "suck it clean and make it wet"

"Yes Mark...mmm mmmm mmm oh you taste so goood" Alyssa pulling off the dildo, takes off the strap on starts to lick that pussy and ass. Sticking her fingers in her ass and licking that pussy " You like that Jennifer, you like my boyfriends dick in your mouth?"

Barely able to talk with her mouth full of his dick "hrmmfff huh uh hmmmrr"

" DO you want to fuck him ?" pulls out the dick from her gagging throat "can I ?"

"Come here Mark, fuck her cunt please" He quickly pulls his dick out of her mouth and does as his baby deisires !! Bending her legs over her shoulder he slips his dick in her. "AHHHH YEAH...your pussy is so nice and soft Jenny" Pounding on it deep and hard, Alyssa steps behind her exposed ass and starts licking and fingering her ass hole. Grabing a glassed dildo and sticking it in her ass... fucking her with it. Alyssa says " You like that my little bitch?"

"Ohhhh yeah Alyssa fuck my asss please oooooooh, Mark can I taste my juice on your cock" he pulls out and sticks it in her mouth a few times and goes back to fucking her. Turning her around "Ok Jennifer you fuck me now !" Mark lays down on the bed streched out his hard dick sticking up as she sits and starts pounding on it. Alyssa lays right next to Mark`s head and spreads her legs " you like that pussy do you ?" ...."yes I do" watching Alyssa fingering herself as he gets fucked. As it gets to a point of sheer ecstacy and lust, Alyssa wispers in his ear...."do you want to cum inside of her" he nods yes "ok I want you to cum inside her, I want to taste your cum as it drips out her pussy" Grabs Alyssa by the hair and starts kissing her "I love you babe" Jennifer pounding harder and harder as she can feel him cuming.

"OHHHHHHH I`m gonna cum FUCK ME !!" Lets his hot load squirt up her pussy , as she feel his hot cum splash inside her pussy and start`s driping down her pussy and down his shaft , Alyssa quickly pushes her off and starts to lick Jennifers dripping cum filled pussy. "Mmm mmmmm" slirps it up good " mmmm mmmm mmmm" pulls Jennifer by the hair and starts kissing her, swapping her some of that love juice. they keep kissing and sliping that cum back and forth as they both finaly swallow all of it up.
"Come here girls" lays them next to him in the bed....pleased of the outcome of what had just happened. All of them laying there in silence in sheer pleasure of that hot nasty sex they just had. Both Alyssa and Jennifer know that they shall never experiance this again. That tis one thier one and only time. That from now on they shall only be friends and no more.

"I hope you girls never do wrong at school or do anything what so ever without my permision" "If so it will not be a happy ending like this one, you`ll get no pleasure out of it" They both understood that tis was to be a lesson learned.

 

Thanks for reading, I am in the making another story, filled with more details, bigger story line. This wholee story I made was all done within 1h-2h.

 

 

 

The girls then excused themselves to go to the ladies room. In the meantime, they sent in Julie to bring in some drinks. She also asked if I was ready for the first of the three bottles of champagne I had purchased to keep the girls off stage. I told her that would be fine.

 

During the lull in the action, I stood up to watch the action on stage. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen was doing a totally erotic and sensual dance. You could tell she was a little older than the girls in my Group just by the way she moved; that is, she really knew what she was doing. This woman was ALL WOMAN. I could feel my cock starting to stir in my pants.

 

As I was watching, Julie returned with our drinks. She said one of the Club managers would be here shortly with the bottle of champagne. I said, “Hey Julie, what’s that girls name?” as I pointed toward the stage. “Oh, that’s Maleena. Isn’t she gorgeous?” “No, she’s not just gorgeous, she is BEAUTIFUL”, I said. Julie asked, “Would you like to meet her?” “Yes, I would. But a little later on”, I said. “That’s fine; just say the word and I’ll let her know to come back to VIP”.

 

Baby Jo returned and sat on my lap. She would curl up into just the right position that she liked to call “her spot”, since she fit perfectly in that position. “Now remember, this is my spot and no one else’s”, she said with a sly grin. I said, “Don’t worry baby. You fit perfectly like this. Even if someone else is sitting here they don’t fit like this”. “Good”, she purred.

 

Asia and Shammy now returned to our room. I asked the girls if they were hungry. “You know me”, said Shammy. “I can always eat”. Candi came in to check on us and we ordered our food. I said to the girls, “What do you know about this girl, Maleena?” Shammy (usually the one to answer first since she made a point to personally get to know the girls) said, “Oh she’s been working here for a few months. She doesn’t really work a fixed schedule and in fact, she usually doesn’t work on Thursdays so if you want to see her you’re in luck”. I then asked my usual questions regarding her cleanliness, does she do drugs; in other words, could we trust her to spend time with us without having to worry about safety and health issues?

Asia said, “Well, I’ve talked with Maleena off and on and I know she has a few kids and a steady boyfriend”. “Ok, good”, I said. “Why…are you thinking about asking her to join us?” asked Baby Jo, “Yes”, I said. “Ohhhhh good. I want to play with her. She’s beautiful!”

 

We tipped our glasses of champagne and toasted to our day so far. Baby Jo and Asia were sitting next to each other a few feet away enjoying a smoke. Shammy was sitting on my lap in the queen-anne chair so I pulled her face to mine and we started French kissing. I spread her legs apart so I could finger her pussy. “Ummm…that feels good”, she whispered.

 

While I was kissing Shammy, I could feel a tug at my belt and felt my pants and underwear being pulled down. I pulled away from Shammy to look down and see Asia kneeling between my legs with a wicked little grin on her face. Baby Jo had already positioned herself in the chair right next to me and was just starting to masturbate when Shammy exclaimed, “Here comes Candi!” Asia quickly turned around with her back to me so as to completely hide my exposed crotch behind her. Candi popped her head in and said the food would be ready in just a few minutes. “Ok. Thanks baby”, I said. “Guess we’ll have to wait a bit”, said Asia. So I pulled up my pants. “Well, I’m not waiting”, said Baby Jo. With that she started masturbating faster. “Put your fingers in me and feel me cum. I’ll keep my eyes open. Don’t stop looking at me”, she said to me. “Ok.”

 

Baby Jo then brought herself to a powerful orgasm. “Ok…can you feel it….can you feel it….Oh stick them in deeper….fuck them in and out….like that….like that…Ohhhhhh…I’m GONNA CUUUUUMMMMMM!!!!” Her fingers clenched and contracted around my fingers like a vice-grip and she exploded her juices all over my hand and down my arm. I removed my fingers from her pussy and presented them to her for her to suck her own pussy juice. She eagerly sucked them clean. Then I stuck my fingers back into her pussy and presented them for Shammy to suck them. Shammy sucked them clean as well. “Ummmmm Baby you taste good!” she said.

 

Asia said, “Baby Jo, you’re getting us all horny again…naughty girl”. At this point Candi and Julie arrived with the food. I said to them, “As always you guys know you’re welcome to eat with us as well”. “I know”, said Candi, “but it’s pretty busy out there. We’ll get something when we can.” Shammy went back to where the food was and brought me back a plate. We all sat around, ate drank and were very much enjoying our time together.

 

Soon we were done eating. I excused myself to go to the restroom. As I walked past the main stage and thru the main area, I noticed a girl named Lisa who I had spent time with on a few other occasions. Lisa is about 5’ 10” with a slender build and 34B’s. She’s Hispanic (actually from Venezuela) and speaks good English – only with a slight accent. Lisa looks like Liv Tyler (she says everyone says this…and it’s true). Lisa LOVES to suck cock!

 

Anyway, she was sitting with a customer but as I walked past we made eye contact. We nodded our heads to acknowledge each other. As I was returning from the restroom Lisa was standing there waiting for me. “Hi baby. Long time no see”, she said. “Hi Lisa; how are you? When you get time why don’t you come back to VIP?” “Ok. I’d love too”, she said.

 

When I returned to the VIP room the other girls had left, probably going to the restroom. As I sat down, Julie walked in to check on me. “Where are the other girls?” “Not sure. Maybe they went to the restroom. Anyway, if Lisa is available I’d like to see her.” “Ok. I’ll go get her”, Julie said.

 

A minute or two later, Lisa walked in. She hurriedly walked over to me and sat on my lap. “I missed you baby”. “Me too”, I said. With that we started passionately kissing. I then said, “Hey Lisa, in the past when we’ve gotten together you gave me pleasure but I haven’t been able to pleasure you since you were on your period. I would really love to eat your pussy”. She said, “Well, this time you’re in luck. I just got off my period a few days ago”. “Great!” So we moved over to the curtained room.

 

Lisa quickly stripped down to naked. I started kissing her and slowly moved down to her breasts, her tummy and the inner part of her thighs. Then, I started eating her pussy slowly at first. She started breathing faster and said, “Ooooohhhhh…that feels good”. Then I grabbed her clit, clenching it with my lips; licking her clit with the tip of my tongue and shaking my head back and forth. “Ohhhhhh…. That feels so good….that feels SO GOOD….Ooooooohhhhhhhh….I’m gonna cum…..I’M GONNA CCCCUUUUMMMMM!!!!” At that point I could feel her pussy having powerful spasms and contractions. But of course I didn’t stop. I just kept going.

 

Lisa was now writhing and bucking in my arms. She was trying to pull away from me but I held her in place for my “signature” move. I wanted this to be her BEST orgasm ever! She was shaking uncontrollably. She was experiencing orgasm after orgasm. Actually, it was literally one continuous orgasm! At this point I changed from holding her clit with my lips, to holding it with my teeth while at the same time putting a little more pressure on her clit. Now it was time for the BIG ONE. All at the same time: I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue; while clenching her clit with my teeth; shaking my head back and forth with quick, short, strokes; and now humming with my lips to create a vibration effect. This is my “SIGNATURE MOVE”.

 

Lisa was now making that low-toned primordial groan. She has now entered the pleasure zone! I now lifted Lisa’s pelvis a little bit off the chair to get just a slightly better angle on her clit. It was all I could do to hold her! Her whole body was in convulsions! At that instant she let out a scream of sheer pleasure. Her whole body tensed. She arched her pelvis and violently jammed her pussy completely over my face and exploded what felt like a gallon of cum. I tried to swallow as much as I could. With that, she collapsed into the chair. I laid my head on her pelvis to catch my breath. My chin was touching the seat of the chair which was completely soaked with her pussy cum. Lisa’s whole body was still shaking. We stayed like this for probably a good 3 to 4 minutes. Finally, I worked my way up to her face to give her a long wet kiss. “Uuuummmm. That tastes good”, she said as she tasted her own juice from my tongue. “Wow that was a really good orgasm”, I said. “OH MY GOD….that was THE BEST ORGASM I’VE EVER HAD. You are AMAZING!”  That was music to my ears.

 

“Now I’m going to suck your cock”, she said. We quickly wiped up the chair and switched places. She undid my belt and quickly pulled down my pants and underwear. Then she immediately engulfed my cock with her mouth. Lisa sucked and pumped my cock while paying particular attention to the head and the pee-hole with her tongue. “You cum in my mouth?” “Uh huh”, I said. Her mouth felt so warm and good. I love Hispanic women. The Spanish Language requires pronunciation of words that uses a lot of the tongue. Maybe that’s why it’s considered a “romance” language. I don’t know. But whatever it is, I find that Hispanic women really know how to suck cock!

 

I could feel my balls starting to slowly build pressure for a mind-blowing orgasm. “You cum in my mouth?” “Uh huh”. “Uh huh,” she said too.

 

This was it. I could feel it building faster and faster. I could feel my cock getting harder and harder. Lisa took me out of her mouth just for an instant. I looked down and saw that the head of my cock had again become the size of a small apple! She then started squeezing my cock with her lips to simulate a pussy. That was it!

 

“I’MMMMMMMMMM CCCCCCCCCCCCUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!”

 

I could feel myself violently thrust my pelvis into the air. Lisa had both of her arms wrapped around my legs while at the same time, keeping her head down and her mouth glued to my cock. I was pumping my hips with violent pelvic thrusts. I could feel load after load of hot sticky cum exploding from my cock. Lisa didn’t move an inch! She was swallowing every drop! After a minute or two, I finally stopped thrusting. Lisa was still connected to my cock. Now I could feel her gently massaging my balls while squeezing the head of my cock with her lips and tongue. She really was sucking out and swallowing every drop. Finally, she was done. “Wow, that was a lot of cum”, she said. “Was that good?” I asked. “Uuuuuummmmmm….yes. I LOVE CUM”, she said.

 

Just then, the other girls returned. “And….what have you two been up to?” asked Baby Jo with a sly grin on her face. “Oh…you know….just having fun”, I said. “Oh I’m sure”, said Baby Jo. “Well, I’ll let you guys be”, said Lisa. “Oh…you don’t have to go”, said the girls. “That’s alright. I’ve got someone waiting...but can I come back later?” “Sure”, I said. We kissed and Lisa left.

 

The girls and I sat around talked and enjoyed our drinks and champagne. I then had each girl take turns sitting in the chair while I ate their pussies. Then, Asia worked her magic on me and made me have another explosive orgasm while both Baby Jo and Shammy masturbated themselves to their own explosive orgasms. Then, they licked my cum off of Asia’s face and chest.

 

It was now around 5:30 pm. Julie popped in to check on us and said, “If you want to see Maleena, she’s available now and remember she gets off work at 7:00”. “Oh, okay. Thanks for the reminder. Send her in”, I said. “Will do”.

 

In a few minutes Maleena walked in. Let me describe her. She is 5’ 4”, 114lbs, 36D with the most beautiful tanned, olive-colored skin; beautiful thick black shoulder-length hair; with the most beautiful brown eyes you’ll ever see. She is Hispanic. This woman is BREATHTAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL!

 

“Come on girls. Let’s let them have some time alone”, said Baby Jo. The girls gathered their things. “Just let us know when you want us to come back”, said Shammy. “Ok, I will”, I said.

 

Maleena was now sitting on my lap. We introduced ourselves. We made some small talk and then Maleena said, “Ok, so why am I here. I’ve never been in this room before”. I said, “You are here because I saw you on stage and thought you have one of the most sensual and erotic dances I’ve ever seen. But more than that, you are one of the most beautiful women I have EVER seen”. “So, you think I’m pretty?” “No”, I said. “Sweetie, you are not just pretty…you are BEAUTIFUL”. “Ok, gorgeous?” she mused. (Now I think she was playing with me but I didn’t care. I found this little game to be funny and sexy). “NO”, I said, “BEAUTIFUL!”

 

I said, “Here…let me explain. There’s pretty; very pretty; gorgeous; drop-dead gorgeous; and then there’s beautiful. You are beautiful. So, you see I don’t use the word beautiful unless the woman is truly beautiful. Let me put it another way. There are only about 5 women on the PLANET that I would consider BEAUTIFUL and you’re one of them”.

 

“I….I don’t know what to say….” she said. “That’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me”. “Well, believe it,” I said, “because it’s true.” “And trust me; I’ve seen a lot of women all around the world”. “I believe you”, she said.

 

“And I’ll tell you another reason why you’re here. You’re here because I LOVE to pleasure women. I actually like to pleasure women MORE than I like getting pleasured myself. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love orgasms as much as the next guy. But, I’ll give twenty orgasms to my getting one. One is all I need”, I said.

 

“Well, you are quite the rare one. Most guys could give two shits about what us girls want or like. All they want is to get their own pleasure…especially in a strip club”, she said.

 

“I know, but it’s the truth”, I said. “What did you have in mind”, she asked. “I LOVE to eat pussy. I just LOVE IT”, I said. “Wow. You know what? I love to have my pussy eaten but my boyfriend really doesn’t like doing that. It’s a shame”.

 

“Ok. So let me eat your pussy. I want to eat your pussy and swallow your cum”, I said. Maleena quickly agreed. We then proceeded into the curtained room. She quickly stripped down to naked. I described how I wanted her to climb onto the arms of the chair and then lower herself down onto my face. She climbed on and slowly lowered herself onto my eager tongue. This beautiful woman was now sitting on my face!

 

I slowly started licking Maleena’s clit and then clenched it with my lips and started shaking my head rapidly back and forth. “Oooooohhhhhhhhh SHIT!!!!” she exclaimed. With that she started her orgasms. I continued to hold her clit in place while licking it with the tip of my tongue and rapidly shaking my head. “I’m cumming again…..I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!” I made her have two more orgasms and when she tried again to pull away, I let her go.

 

Maleena got off the arms of the chair and straddled me while sitting on my lap. Her mouth was open and her beautiful eyes were looking at me with a look of wonder and amazement. “What…what is it?” I asked. She paused for a moment and slowly said, “That was unbelievable”.

 

“Do you know you came about 5 times in less than 3 minutes?” I asked. “Yeah. I know. It’s been a while”, she said. “Plus”, she said, “You ARE really good at eating pussy”. “Would you like to go again?” I asked. “Of course”, she said. So we went for round two. This time, Maleena had 5 orgasms that were even better!

 

“Look at my clit…how swollen it is”, she said. She opened her pussy for me to see. “Wow…it’s nice and big. It sticks out about a half-inch. I love big clits”, I said. “You have a very pretty pink pussy, baby”, I said. She smiled her beautiful smile and said, “I know, I love my pretty little pink pussy”.

 

I asked Maleena if she wanted to go another round. “Ohhhh yes!” she said. (This girl couldn’t get enough). This time I decided I was going to use my “signature move” to put her into the pleasure zone for her best orgasm ever!

 

Maleena dropped down onto my face. I clenched her pussy in place with my lips while licking her clit with my tongue and shaking my head rapidly back and forth. “Oooooohhhhhh I’M CUMMING!!!!!” She said. I kept a hold of her and brought her to four more orgasms; each one more powerful than the other. Maleena’s whole body was now shaking. It was getting very difficult to hold her. Now it was time for the BIG ONE!

 

I changed holding her clit with my lips to clenching it with my teeth. I put a little more pressure on her clit with my tongue-action. I continued shaking my head back and forth but now picked up the pace. Now it was time for the pay off! I started humming with my lips on her clit to create a vibration effect. I thought Meleena was going to jump out of my grasp. She was bucking violently and was now making the unmistakable low-toned primordial groan that confirms she was now in the “pleasure zone”. Maleena screamed.

 

At that instant, she jammed her pussy violently into my face. I felt her pussy make one final dramatic contraction. Then her pussy opened up wide over my face and EXPLODED in a gush of pussy cum. I swallowed as much as I could. She collapsed in my arms in a hug while straddling me on the chair. We both laid there breathless.

 

Apparently Shammy had come into the room while we were having our fun. I said, “Hey baby did you see that?” “I did”, Shammy said with a big grin. “How was it?” she asked Maleena. “Oh my God. That’s was the BEST EVER!!” Shammy smiled and nodded, “I know…I know”.

 

Shammy now walked over and knelt down in front of me and started undoing my belt. “Now, let’s take care of you,” she said. “Come here beside me Maleena,” said Shammy. Maleena was now getting a very uncomfortable look about her. Shammy looked up and said, “What’s wrong?” “I’m….I’m not sure about this. I just met him and don’t really know him”, Maleena said. “Oh…if that’s all….you have nothing to worry about. All of us are 100% clean. That’s the promise we’ve made to each other. That’s why we have our Group”, said Shammy. “Well, I know you make a point to know each of the girls and their customers Shammy so I trust what you’re saying”, Maleena said.

 

“Great! I’ll get him started for you”, Shammy said. With that Shammy now started slowly sucking my cock. Now remember, I have already cum hard three times. Usually, that’s a record for me on a GOOD day. Now, I was attempting to break a record. Shammy was doing an excellent job on my cock but I was not quite getting over the edge to start building to an orgasm. Then, Baby Jo popped her head inside the curtain and said, “Shammy I hate to bother you but I need to talk to you…it’s important”, she said. With that, Shammy let my cock pull out of her mouth with a “pop”, got up and left with Baby Jo.

 

Now, Maleena was looking at me with those beautiful eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful I couldn’t look away. I could feel my cock was now pulsing with new life! I was lusting at the expectation of this beautiful woman sucking my throbbing cock. This was a lifelong dream about to come true! She slowly and sensually positioned herself in front of my cock. She never took her eyes off me. Then, she slowly and sensually opened her mouth and started sucking my cock. She felt so good! She was sucking my cock and sliding her lips over the head. She licked my cock with slow swirling motions with her tongue. It was feeling so good, but I was still missing that last pleasure-point of being able to get over the edge into an orgasm. She briefly pulled my cock out of her mouth to expose the head. Again, it was the size of a small apple!

 

I was right there! I didn’t want her to stop, but I also didn’t know what to have her do to get me over the edge. THEN IT HAPPENED. She pulled my cock almost all the way out of her mouth while licking the head with her beautiful pink tongue and SHE LOOKED AT ME. She looked deep into my eyes with those beautiful eyes! I said to myself, “The most beautiful woman in the world is sucking my cock and looking at me with her beautiful eyes!” This was what I needed to put me over the edge! “Ohhhhhh….I’m gonna cum….I’m gonna cum….do you want me to shoot in your mouth?????” Looking at me the whole time she said, “UH HUH”. With that I screamed, “I’MMMMMMMMM CCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!”

 

I arched my back and started violently thrusting my hips into her face. I could feel load after load of cum shooting from my cock like a fire hose. Maleena stayed with me for every stroke and every load of cum. I finally stopped but Maleena squeezed my cock and sucked out and swallowed the last drop of my cum.

 

Maleena was jumping up and down with glee. “I swallowed his cum! I did it! I swallowed his cum! Every drop of it!!!” Shammy had just re-entered the room. “Good girl!!!” she said.

 

Then, when Maleena calmed down, she sat on my lap. “Why were you so happy about swallowing my cum?” I asked. “Well, I’ve only done it one other time but didn’t like it because of the taste”, she said. “I don’t even swallow my boyfriends cum. But you made me feel so good and comfortable that I thought what the hell…go for it. Besides, you have no taste. It slid right down my throat”, she said.

 

Shammy said, “You’re right, Maleena, he has no taste. That’s good.”

 

“What made you cum so good?” Maleena asked. “Do you really want to know?” I asked. “Yes”, she said. I paused briefly and said, “It was your eyes. It was your beautiful eyes. You made me cum with your eyes!” Maleena looked at me with those beautiful eyes. They started to well up with tears. I could see that she loved what I had just said to her.

I looked deeply into her beautiful eyes for some time and said, “I could love a woman like you”. “And I could love a man like you,” she replied. She then bent over and gave me a long wet kiss.

 

The End…..for now. Stay tuned for more fun, action, and adventures, with my stripper friends.

 

If you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it let me know at: ronin1225@yahoo.com.

I was done. I quickly headed to the locker room, very
conscious of my growing dick. I walked up to my locker and peeled off my shirt.
I looked down at my body. I always looked best right after my workouts and
tonight was no exception.

I hit the showers. All I could think about was Lynn. My cock
was semi-hard the whole time and I was thankful no other guys were there.

Afterwards, I walked back to my locker. I dried off, and
pulled on my boxer-briefs.

Several guys entered, walked past my locker, and headed
toward the showers. I heard the showers turning on from the back of the large
locker room. I took my jeans and shirt out of my locker, when…

“Lookin’ good, Mark.” I froze. Her voice gave me an instant
hard-on. I stood, facing my locker, and
looked back at her.

“Thanks.”

“Those work-outs really pay off.”

She walked over to me. There was no hiding my engorged cock.
I was busted.

She looked down at my cock as it throbbed, straining to be
freed from my underwear. She bit her lip, as she looked me in the eye. She
slowly took off her top and pulled off her shorts. She stood in front of me,
totally naked. It blew my mind. I just stood there and stared.

She kneeled down in front of me, and pulled my underwear
down to my thighs. My cock sprang up at attention. She stood up and kissed me.
Deep. Then she moved her hands around my shoulders, across my pecs, caressing
my nipples. Then she slid her hands down over my abs, and around my waist. As
she grabbed my ass, she started licking my nipples. She kissed her way down my
abs, kneeling in front of me again. She gently cupped my balls, then wrapped
her hand around my hard shaft, and started stroking me.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back as she jerked me
off. Finally, she put my big cock into her mouth. She started sucking on my
dick, as she continued to play with my balls.

I couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy. She let go of my balls
and moved her hand up my abs, caressing my chest and pinching my nipples.

She let my cock pop out of her mouth and sat me down on the
bench. I lay back as she started blowing me again. I couldn’t take my eyes off
her as her head bobbed up and down on my engorged penis.

“Fuck.” I looked behind me and saw one of the guys just
standing there in shock. I sat up, but Lynn put her hand on my chest and gently
pushed me back down. I figured, what the fuck, let him watch.

I looked back and saw that he had dropped his towel and was
gently stroking has cock. I closed my eyes and listened to the sucking sounds
coming from her mouth.

“Damn, man.”

“Yeah, that’s it. Suck him.”

I looked back. We now had an audience. Four buff guys, all
jacking off, and cheering us on.

“How does that feel, bro?”, one of them asked.

“Fucking phenomenal, dude” I responded. “Oh yeah….”

One more guy came up and joined us. He kept his towel on,
but his cock was growing underneath. He just stood there and watched silently.

The others continued to cheer.

“That’s it. Blow him.”

“Damn, homie.”

“Go all the way down. Fuck.”

She took me all the way down her tight throat, burying her
face in my pubes.

“Ahh. Fuck!” She started blowing me hard and cupping my
balls. Then she stopped sucking and started jerking me off, slapping my cock
against her lips and cheek.

“Ahhh!” Every muscle in my body tensed as I shot my load all
over her mouth. She continued pumping dick, letting the cum shoot out onto my
abs and pubes.

“We’re next”, one of the guys said.

Lynn smiled at them. “Sorry, guys. But I’ll tell you what I
do want you to do. I want you all to cum all over Mark here.”

“What?” I sat up. She gently pushed me back down. “Relax
baby, I’ll clean you up.”

The guys all stood around the bench. Here I was, with a hot
slut between my legs, and five dudes jacking their cocks over my body. One by
one, they came, shooting warm cum all over my chest and abs.

When the last one
had cum, Lynn climbed over me and started licking their semen off my body. It
was hot. As she licked the cum off my nipples, I came again, shooting a load
against her stomach. She lay on top of me, rubbing the cum, between our bodies.
She licked me off and stood up.

“Nice work-out. Time to hit the showers.” With that, she
picked up her clothes and walked away.