Four years later and by coincidence, me and my friends stumbled upon him in our local with his friends. We started talking and catching up and he told us that he was still with his girlfriend and had 2 kids and also that he was living back in town. I loved the fact that he was home and one of my friends took a real shining for his best mate so i was glad that we would be spending more time together. David had changed a little but i still thought he was gorgeous but didn't dream of doing anything about it because of his family. That was until one night when we were out and he told me that he used to like me which just brought back all my feelings i ever had for him.

It started out as innocent kissing at the end of the night and gradually became more and more intense. One day he text me and asked me to go for a drink and since this had became a regular occurance, i assumed that we would all be there, including his girlfriend. But, when i turned up it was just him and my heart skipped a beat. We were in a pub where nobody kknew us and that meant we had nothing to hide. As we sat in the corner laughing and joking, i felt his hand stroking my thigh which instantly made me wet. I returned the favour by doing the same and felt that he was really hard! Result!! He suggested that we left and i jumped at the chance. We both knew the night wasn't over and i didn't want it to be, but i knew we couldn't go back to his so i suggested my place. He quickly agreed and in the taxi home he subtly fingered my pussy with his huge hands and kissed my neck sending me in to a wave of lust and making me want him right there.

As soon as we were in my house, i pulled him close to me and started kissing him passionately and i could feel him pressing his crotch in against mine.He pusehed me up against the wall and his hands were all over me. He started kissing me all down my body, lingering at my hard nipples and sucking them for a while, and then right down to my soaking wet pussy. i loved the fact that i was pinned against the wall and couldn't get away, i was completely at his mercy and i was fucking loving it! i could feel his tongue running alll over my pussy and he sucked hard on my clit, he was driving my wild and i wanted him so bad! He stuck his tongue inside me and started fucking my pussy with it and it made me squirm with pleasure. I pushed him onto the floor and undid his jeans and started sucking his cock. I started off slow just sucking the top of it and i could feel it getting harder i was playing with his balls and sucking him so hard when he told me to stop. I thought he had come to his senses and remembered about his family, but was relieved when he told me he was going to come but wanted to fuck me first!

he lay me flat on my back and we started kissing again while he fingered my pussy. then he got on top of me and i felt his hard cock slam into me, it felt brilliant! I was moaning so loud and loved the fact that he made me feel so good about myself. I could feel his hard cock fucking my pussy over and over again and i was so close to an orgasm! then he said he had to pull out because he had to come and he came all over my tits! I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean and then he licked my pussy again! i was sitting on his face and his tongue was going all over me, flicking my clit so hard that i was pulling his hair and couldn't stop myself grinding on his face until i came! It was brilliant! I think it felt so much better because he really shouldn't have been here but it was the best sex i've ever had!!

 I guess he just couldn't resist the temptation!

 My skirt barely covered my bare ass as I got into the cab beside you.  Your hand immediately started at my knee and slowly inched upwards towards the ticklish spot of where my leg meets my hip.  I playfully slapped your hand away, making a tsk tsk sound.  “Be nice.  Be patient.” I whispered to you and you giggled.  Behaving like the good boy you were, you sat back and enjoyed the view of the city rolling by.  I, nervous, looked out at the familiar skyscrapers and felt my pussy getting hotter and hotter as I fantasized what we were going to do to each other as soon as we got up to your room.  I peeped over out of the corner of my eye and saw your hard cock straining to get out of your pants.  I forbade myself to touch it then, even though I was desperate to have it in my hand, my mouth.  I would have to be patient as well.

 We arrive and you pay the cab driver.  We hurry up the check in procedure, heading up to your room.   Once inside, we both stare at each other, circling the room, circling each other like wild animals.  Sexual tension overrides any nerves that may have prevented this visit.  We clung to each other, finally tasting each other’s mouths, tongues, ears, and necks.  You thrust your cock towards me as your hand grabbed my ass, bringing me closer to you.  I hugged you close, feeling my hard nipples grazing your chest as I sucked on your neck, claiming you as mine.   Coming up for air, I pushed you towards the bed, unbuttoning your shirt as we got closer.  “You’re mine.” I growled and pushed you onto the bed.  Taking off the reminder of your clothes, I paused to admire your beautiful body.  Grinning evilly, I kept all my clothes on, only telling you that you could watch but do not touch.  Your hard cock stood at attention, begging me for my attention.  I licked your taunt nipples, biting them and covering them with my mouth.  Your whimpers of lust urged me on.  My hands roamed your body, close to your dick but never touching it – not yet at least.  My tongue trailed down your stomach, dipped into your belly button, and continued further down.  I traced a path around your hips, the hollow where your legs meet your hips.  Your pleas made me giggle but I continued on a maddening quest.  Without warning, my mouth found your balls.  I sucked on them gently, savoring the taste.  I felt your cock twitch for attention and your balls contract as I continued to suck.  I couldn’t delay what I wanted.   My tongue traced your cock’s underside up until its big purple head.  I started slowly by sucking only on the head.  My hand stroked the length while I drove you crazy.   Taking my hand off, I leaned over further, taking the cock fully in my mouth.  My hands started pinching my own nipples as I felt my pussy getting wet and hot.  I wanted you in this moment, more than I’ve wanted anyone else.  You didn’t want to cum in my mouth, this time, but wanted to feel my hot pussy, taste my wetness.  I ignored your desires and continued to suck on you, alternating fast and slow.  I moaned feeling your cock getting thicker and pulsating.  Your hand found my breast and massaged it, grabbing it, pinching my nipple.  You called my name as your cock spewed its seed.  I swallowed the thick warm cum, licking you clean, savoring the taste of you in my mouth.  I took your hand and kissed your palm.  Laughing I sat back and watched you in a post orgasm daze.   You grabbed me, kissed me, and said my turn would be soon enough.

 
…to be continued.

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I tried to run my hand through your hair but you refused to let me.  I laughed softly, almost regretting doing the same to you earlier.  Your mouth dipped lower across my belly, kissing my belly button softly, before sucking and licking on my right hip.  I had told you earlier that it was my spot.  I sucked in my breath as you teased me.  My pussy was getting wetter, begging for your attention.  I started to squirm but you held me firm.  I felt your breath across my wet stomach as you blew it across, making my skin goose bump under your tender care. 

You continued lower, kissing and sucking my inner thighs causing me to say your name softly, begging you to kiss my clit.  You ignored me while you paid close attention to my hips, my thighs, and my mound – anywhere but my clit and pussy.  My fists clenched and I spread my legs further for you.  I whimpered loudly as your mouth finally covered my dripping pussy.  I felt your tongue explore my lips and dip into my slit, tasting me.  You whispered that I tasted so good and took my hard clit into your waiting mouth.  I arched my back as you slid your fingers into my pussy, pumping them in and out.  With your mouth on my hard clit and your fingers ramming themselves into me, it didn’t take me long to cum.  You licked me dry, refusing to let go until you had your fill.

With a predatory look in your eye, you began stroking your all ready hard dick.  I could see the pre-cum on it.  I licked my lips involuntary and moaned.  I’ve waited for this moment for years.  It happened in slow motion.  You stood before me naked just as I laid before you naked.  Your left hand ran down between my tits and across my quivering stomach.  You called me dear before you plunged your cock into my wet pussy.  I screamed out, momentarily speechless as you covered my body with yours.  Our sweat mingled and I clung to you tighter.  I grabbed your ass and lifted my hips to bring you deeper into me.  I felt your cock stretch me just as my pussy contracted around you.  You called me a dirty slut and bit me on my breast.  I raked my nails up your back, growling and begging for more.  I moaned loudly and called out your name, asking you to fuck me.  My orgasm rocked me – wave after wave sending me into an upside down spin.  I clung to you, my earth, as I felt your load exploding inside of me. Sighing contently,  you kissed me on my lips and laid down on your back with a goofy grin on your face.

… to be continued.

“OK, let me turn the water back on,” and I turned around with him still standing in the doorway and climbed back in the shower.

Xander stripped down and got in with me. Since I had already washed my hair and body, I just stood in the shower while he washed himself and after he rinsed off, we started making out a little bit. We weren’t planning on having sex in the shower, but he pushed me back against the wall and started kissing down my neck to my breasts. He took one of my hard nipples into his mouth and sucked on it. He then switched to the other one and did the same thing to make sure they both got some attention. Then he kissed his way down my stomach to my hip and then ran a tongue along my pussy lips. He licked his way up to my clit and started making circles on it with his tongue. This drives me crazy and I wanted him so bad. Xander stopped licking and sucking on my clit and moved his tongue down to my entrance. He gently licked at my pussy and then stuck his tongue in as far as he could and proceeded to fuck me with his tongue. I wanted to cum so bad, but he stopped before I got close.

He stood up and kissed me passionately and smiled his dorky smile. He turned around and shut the water off and got out of the shower. I gave him a look of “I need you to fuck me.” But we were both a little worried that my parents or little brother might have forgotten something and may come back any minute. So, I got out of the shower and went to get dressed in my little brother’s room, where I was sleeping for the weekend. Raymond went and got dressed in the living room since no one else was home. After I pulled on my tight jeans and put my bra on, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair. Xander came in wearing his jeans and no shirt and did the same thing. After I finished, I went back to my little brother’s room to put on a shirt. I came back out and Xander was sitting on the couch in the family room, watching TV.

“Make me some breakfast woman,” he said. He always tries to boss me around.

“Excuse me?” I said as I walked over and bent down to kiss him.

“You heard me. I’m hungry, so make me some breakfast.”

I walked into the kitchen because I was hungry too, not to mention sexually frustrated, and opened the fridge to see what my parents had. I fixed breakfast for both of us  and we ate breakfast in the family room while watching TV. After we finished eating, I leaned across Xander and put both of our plates on the floor next to the couch. As I moved back to how I was sitting, I rested my hand on Xander’s leg and proceeded to watch TV. When I felt that he was captivated by the show, I started to move my hand up his thigh and he gave me his “I know what you’re doing” look.

“What?” I asked him.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him.

“I’m initiating because you’re not gonna do it yourself.”

“I would have done it myself, but you jumped the gun. And anyways, I think you’re assuming an awful lot. Maybe I just wanted to feel your cock through your jeans. Did you ever think about that?” I asked, giving him a wry smile.

“Babe, I know you too well to even count that as an option.”

At that, I straddled him and kissed him deeply, intertwining our tongues.

“Stand up,” he said.

“What for?” I asked as he made me stand up between his legs. He proceeded to push me down in front of him, more importantly, he pushed me down on my knees in front of his cock. I gave him another smile and pulled his boxers down over his hard 7” cock. I put my hand around it and stroked it a few times before he told me to spit on my hand and give him a hand job. I did this for a few minutes and then,

“Would you ever give me a boob job?”

Of course this question caught me off guard and I raised my head up with a “What?”

“Do you think you could give me a boob job?” repeated Xander.

“I don’t know. I think it’s kind of weird.”

“Weird how?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never tried it before. It just seems weird.” I told him.

“Do you want to try it?”

“I guess we can.”

“Well then, lube up my cock again.”

I did this and wrapped my DD tits around his hard dick. I moved my upper body up and down, jerking him off with my tits. Being new to this, I couldn’t really get the rhythm right, so we abandoned the idea and I decided to suck him off. I licked from the base of his shaft to the tip and did the same on either side of it. I put my mouth around his throbbing cock and sucked hard as I moved my head up and down. While I was sucking on his dick, I swirled my tongue around the tip. Within minutes, He was coming, but before he came, he said, “Don’t swallow it right away; hold it in your mouth.”

“Mhmm,” was all I could say as he exploded in my mouth and I kept sucking until he stopped shooting his load. I pulled my mouth off of his dick and didn’t spill a single drop of his cum. When I sat up, I pulled it all to the back of my mouth, opened my mouth and let it fall down my tongue to the front of my mouth. Xander watched this and was amazed that I even took the initiative to do that. Afterward, I swallowed it all down. I smiled up at him and then went to get a drink because that load of cum was more strong than usual and it made me gag twice. After I got my drink, I told Xander that we needed to get going before my parents came back. We got in my car and went to my college for a little bit. We had to run a few errands for my dad and when we were done, we headed back home so we would be on time for dinner.

We got back to the house and mom, dad, and my little brother were already home. Dinner was cooking and I helped out. We had a nice family dinner and then we all sat down to watch TV. Afterwards, everyone but me and Xander went to bed. We both stayed up to watch a new horror movie that I bought the day before. After that movie was over, we flipped through the movie channels on satellite and found a soft-core porn movie. We decided to leave that on and we both started to get a little horny. Xander was laying behind me on the couch in the family room and he started to caress my breasts while we watched the movie. He slowly moved his hand down to my pussy and put his hand under my pajama pants and inside my underwear. To make it easier for him, I pulled my pants down around my thighs, that way if my parents woke up, I’d be able to quickly pull them back up and act like nothing was happening. You have to remember that Xander and I are fooling around merely three open rooms away from my parents’ closed bedroom door. If they woke up and opened their door, they’d instantly see both of us being naughty and then we’d both be in big trouble.

Anyway, he was fingering me; first with one finger, then two, then three. He gets four fingers inside of me and is fingering me fast and hard and I loved it. He decides to add his thumb and pushes his hand in just past his knuckles. He is literally fingering my cervix now and it feels amazing! He starts to push his hand in even more and it didn’t hurt too bad, but before he got much further, it started to hurt, so we stopped there.

“Babe, sit up and look at this,” Xander said to me. I sit up and look at his hand and his fingers have vanished inside of me past the knuckle. I look at him and say “Oh my god.” Neither one of us can believe that nearly his whole hand is inside of me and I’ve only had sex with two people, including him. I tell him that it feels good and he fingers me like that for a few more minutes and then goes back to fingering me with two fingers and rubbing my clit. Within minutes, I was coming and it took all I had not to moan so loud that my parents would hear it. After I came back from ecstasy, his hand was gone from my pussy, leaving me feeling a little empty, but satisfied. He got on top of me and my feet were level with his chest. He slowly pushed his pulsating cock into me and pumped my sensitive pussy a few times before he picked up speed. He was fucking my so hard, I could hardly contain my moans. It wasn’t very long before I was coming again.

I told him I didn’t want him to come inside me because I didn’t want to worry about making a mess on the furniture. So he sat back and I sucked his cock, bobbing my head up and down and twirling my tongue around his shaft and finally focusing on the tip. This time when he came, I swallowed it all right away and then licked him clean. After that, we watched the movie a little more and out of nowhere, he starts tickling me. We roll onto the floor, surprisingly making no noise. To get away from him, I rolled closer to the TV, away from him and he stayed by the couch. I go back to watching the movie and I start feeling horny, again.

I start rubbing my hand over my stomach and pull my shirt up to just under my boobs, so that I can feel skin on skin with my hand and stomach. I’m caressing my stomach with my fingertips and nails, moving up to rub my breasts every few minutes and then I’d go back to my stomach. Xander is trying to ignore me by watching the film, but I could tell that he was kind of turned on. I turn to him and ask him to touch me. He refuses because his arm is still tired from fingering me a few minutes earlier. Eventually, I start to rub my clit through my underwear and pajama pants and then move back and forth between that, my stomach, and my breasts. The whole time, Xander is trying to ignore me. I decide to make him pay attention by rolling on top of him, straddling him, and continuing to touch myself while grinding my pussy against his hard cock through our clothes.

I start getting frustrated with him because he’s still trying to ignore me. So, I grab his hand and use it to touch myself. I hear him mutter something along the lines of “Oh my god” and he laughs softly as I continue move his hand over my body. I roll off of him, almost ready to give up, when I decide to take his hand again and, this time, put it down my pants and use his finger to stimulate my clit. I move his hand down a little further and put one of his fingers inside of me. The whole time I’m using his hand, while on top of him and after rolling off, I’m begging him to help me cum. After a few more times of me moving his finger in and out of my pussy, he rams his finger into me.

He continues to finger me and then adds another finger. He now has two fingers inside my pussy and I’m close to coming again. He puts me over the edge and as I’m coming down from my erotic high, he puts a finger in my ass. We had talked about trying anal a couple times and until the day before, I had told him that I never wanted to try it. The fact that he kept insisting and that I knew he wanted to try it, made me agree to try anal if he really wanted to. But, back to the story. He now has two fingers in my soaking pussy and one finger in my ass.

“How does that feel, babe?” he asked me.

“I don’t know, it feels different,” I reply, still out of breath from the hard orgasm I had had just before.

“Different good or different bad?”

“It feels kind of good,” I tell him.

He moves his hand slowly, stimulating my ass and my pussy at the same time and then he adds another finger to my ass. Now he has two fingers in my pussy and my ass and he’s moving his hand.

“How does that feel?” he asked me again after adding the second finger.

“It feels really good, babe.”

“That’s two fingers! Babe, get up on the couch, we’re gonna try anal.”

I moved up on the couch and Xander lay behind me on his side. We pulled my pants down around my thighs again and he lubes up his cock with his spit and positions the head at my asshole. He slowly starts to push it in and I knew that I had to relax or it would hurt, so I’m as relaxed as possible and when he gets the head in, he stops to check if I’m okay.

“I’m fine. It actually feels kind of good,” I told him.

“Really?” he asks as he moves his cock in a little more and pauses again. I respond by pushing back against him a little bit and he takes the hint. He pushes his entire cock into my ass and allows my body to adjust. Then he starts to fuck me slowly, every so often asking if I’m okay.

“Hold on a second. Roll onto your back, I want to try it this way,” Xander said to me after a few minutes. I rolled onto my back and he put my feet on his shoulders. He spit on his cock again to lube it up and pushed it into my ass again. This felt even better and made my whole body tingle. He wanted to come in my ass, but I didn’t want to worry about cleaning up the mess, inside me and on the couch. So we stopped after a while, in a sort of shock that we had actually tried anal, and that I liked it after saying that I would never try it.

My parents and little brother never woke up during our little sessions and we’re definitely going to try to get his whole hand inside me and we’re going to try anal again when we see each other!

 

Jo (we call her Baby Jo because she is the youngest of the group and looks even younger than her age), is 5’ 2”, 120 lbs with 34C’s. She is 20 years old. Baby Jo has a perfectly shaped, round and rock hard ass.  The black girls at the Club tease Baby Jo and say, “Girl, a white girl has no business having such a fine ass. That’s a black ass girl!” (Of course they are smiling when they say this because they really do love Baby; everyone does!).

 

Candi and Julie are the waitresses that are part of the Group.

 

The Group is great since we are like the family each of us wanted but never really had. The dancers and waitresses all watch out for each other and especially me (when I’m at the Club).

 

I arrived at the Club at around 1:00 pm on a Thursday afternoon. I had called ahead to Julie so they would have my “special room” ready. I call it the special room since it is the best VIP room in the Club. This is a large room which is closed to the general public from view. It has smaller curtained-rooms inside for additional privacy. As you can imagine, due to its exclusivity this room is usually not rented since it is the most expensive room. However, I rent this room for two reasons: 1.) its privacy and 2.) Because of it’s privacy we can have fun that will rival the best porn movies you’ve ever seen! (More stories to cum later…J).

 

Anyway, Candi and Julie met me at the front door and we gave each other a big hug and kiss. Julie escorted me to the room. As I walked in they had already had my favorite drink waiting for me, a Tanqueray and tonic. I sat down in the extra large queen-anne chair to wait for the girls.

 

The first to enter the room was Baby Jo. She ran into my arms and straddled me on my lap. “God I’ve missed you”, she said. “Baby, I’ve missed you so much too. Come here”. With that we started our passionate kissing; the kind we both enjoy with our mouths fully open and exploring each other deeply with our tongues.

The kissing went on for a few minutes when Baby Jo said, “Shammy and Asia are still getting ready. Do you want to play while we’re waiting?” “Absolutely!!”, I said. So we got up and moved to the adjacent smaller curtained room.

 

The curtained room was smaller, also with an extra large queen-anne chair on one end and a smaller bench seat on the other. Full-size mirrors make up the walls on all sides. There is a small television on a pedestal mount that allows you to view the stage via closed-circuit, or you can watch regular TV or porn movies. I never turn the TV on since why do I want to watch TV when I can make my own magic!

 

Baby Jo and I closed the curtains and then she stripped down to naked. I sat in the large chair and she climbed up onto the arms with her pussy directly above my head. Then she lowered herself down so that her wonderful pussy was in my face.

 

I grabbed both of her ass cheeks to hold he in place while I started slowly licking her clit with my tongue. Baby Jo started moving her hips in unison with my tongue. Her pussy was getting wet and her juice tasted so sweet. I alternated licking her clit and sticking my tongue in and out of her pussy. This was making her move her hips faster and grind her pussy deeper into my face.

 

Now I began my signature moves. I clenched Baby Jo’s clit between my lips so I could hold it in place. At the same time I was touching her clit with the tip of my tongue while shaking my head rapidly back and forth. “Ohhhhh….baby….don’t stop…..Ohhhhh….don’t stop….just like that…..just like that…..”, she said.

 

I then started humming. This created a vibration affect on her clit in addition to the licking and shaking of my head. Baby Jo’s breathing got faster and faster. Her hips were starting to writhe and she pushed her pussy even further in my face. Pussy juice was pouring out of her! “Ohhhhh…..baby I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum….I’M CUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!”.

 

I kept licking, sucking, shaking, and humming on Baby Jo’s clit. I’m a fairly big guy and pretty strong but it was all I could do to hold her. Baby Jo was cumming and cumming. Now she tried to pull back from my tongue because her clit was becoming so sensitive. This is a natural reaction for women but if you keep going you can set them up to have some of the best orgasms ever! This, of course, is my goal since I absolutely LOVE to pleasure women.

 

Baby Jo was shaking uncontrollably. Every time I stuck my tongue inside her pussy I could feel the contractions and spasms inside the walls of her pussy. I love this because it means she is having multiple, powerful orgasms at that instant!

 

Baby Jo was now making this constant low-toned primordial groan that I have come to name “the pleasure zone”. At this point the person is literally “out of their mind” with lust and pleasure. I knew Baby Jo was now ready for my patented move (oh how I wish I could patent it!....). As I continued to lick, suck, shake and hum her pussy, I switched from clenching her clit with my lips and gently clenched her clit with my teeth. Then I started putting a little more pressure on her clit with my tongue. This made Baby Jo go insane! She was literally body-slamming her pussy into my face! She was bucking and writhing like a wild bull! At that instant she let out a loud groan that I can only describe as something that you can tell is due to ABSOLUTE PHYSICAL PLEASURE! At that point, I felt that my entire face was engulfed by her pussy. It must have been because I couldn’t breathe! At the same instant her pussy exploded with what felt like a gallon of cum. I swallowed as much as I could. Baby Jo then started to collapse. I quickly adjusted myself to grab her otherwise she would have fallen to the floor. It was all I could do to hold onto her but I finally got her down onto my lap. She collapsed in my arms in a hug.

 

“Are you alright baby?” I asked. “Yes…oh yes…..I’m ok…..I almost passed out…”, she said. “I could tell. That last orgasm was a really good one, huh?” “Oh my God….that was the best orgasm ever!!!” This was music to my ears.

 

Little did Baby Jo and I know that at some point during our fun, Shammy and Asia had appeared. I’m not sure how much they had seen but I know they must have seen the last (best) part. “Ok Baby Jo…now it’s our turn”, Shammy said. “Alright, climb on”, I said.

 

With that Shammy replaced Baby Jo and positioned herself above my head. Then she lowered her now dripping wet pussy onto my face. I performed the same techniques to Shammy as I had to Baby Jo. It only took Shammy about 3 minutes to explode in her huge orgasm! Now it was Asia’s turn and it took her even less time!

 

“Now it’s your turn”, Asia said to me. Baby Jo and Shammy were already busy undoing my belt and pulling off my trousers and underwear. All three girls were now on their knees. Each girl was taking turns sucking my cock. “I love sucking your cock,” said Baby Jo. “We all do baby”, said Shammy. Now it was Asia’s turn. Baby Jo got up to sit on the bench seat and watch. Shammy got up and stood to the side of my chair.

 

Asia has a special talent to give me some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. She started sucking my cock and alternating her strokes. Sucking for a while, then stroking….sucking and stroking. “I love to watch you suck and stroke his cock, Asia”, said Baby Jo. She had moved her bench seat right next to me on the left. “I love to masturbate while I watch you suck his cock”, said Baby Jo. Her breathing was getting heavier and faster. She said to me, “Look at me when I cum”. (This was a trick I taught her because even though it’s hard to do, if you can keep your eyes open while you cum it makes the whole experience more erotic). “Ok baby, I’ll try to keep looking at you”, I said.

 

Now Shammy was rubbing my shoulders and bent down to give me a very slow wet open-mouthed kiss. Asia was working her magic on my now rock-hard, engorged cock. It felt so good! Next, Asia stopped momentarily to show us how big my cock had become. “Look at how BIG it is…!!!”, exclaimed Shammy. I looked down and the head of my cock was the size of a small apple!!! I had never seen my cock grow to this size…I certainly had never achieved this myself. “Oh look at that…LOOK AT THAT….I’m gonna cum……I’M GONNA CUM….LOOK AT ME!!!!” It was all Baby Jo could do to keep her eyes open…but she did it. She was bucking and grinding out a powerful orgasm.

Baby Jo quickly recovered and started masturbating again while watching Asia suck and stroke my cock.

 

I could feel the deep pleasure starting to build in my aching balls. Asia was masterfully sucking and stroking my cock while paying special attention to the head of my cock and the opening of my pee-hole. I could feel my body starting to shake. “You’re starting to shake baby…I know that feels good”, said Shammy as she continued to rub my shoulders and nuzzle my neck.

 

“Oh baby stick your fingers in me. I want you to feel me cum”, Baby Jo said to me. I did as she instructed and inserted two fingers in to her hot wet pussy. It felt so wet and warm! Asia was quickly bringing me to an explosive orgasm. I was now shaking uncontrollably. I could hear myself making that low-toned primordial groan. I was in the pleasure zone! “Look at him….look at him….he’s gonna cum….HE’S GONNA CUM!!!!” exclaimed

Baby Jo. “I can’t wait….I can’t wait….put your fingers all the way in….feel me….feel me CUUUUMMMM!” I jammed three fingers deep inside Baby Jo’s pussy. At that instant her pussy grabbed my fingers with the strength of a vice-grip! I could feel her pussy juice pouring over my hand and down my arm. Her was pussy would violently contract and release…contract and release my fingers. At the same time her contractions were trying to suck my fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy.

 

What happened next is difficult to describe. I will describe it somewhat of an out of body experience since it’s easier to describe from the outside looking in.

 

I could hear myself let out a large scream. I yelled, “I’MMMMMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG”. My eyes were squeezed shut. At that instant I arched my pelvis up in a violent thrust. At the same time Asia yanked down hard on my cock. I could feel my hot sticky cum shoot out of my cock like a geyser. We continued this action in unison for a least another minute. I would thrust my hips up while ejaculating my cum as Asia would pull down on my cock. I continued to shoot load after load after load.

 

“OH MY GOD”, Asia said. “Look at him cum!” “I’m looking at him cum….I’m looking at him cum….Ohhhhhh I’m gonna cum again…..I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!!!!” yelled Baby Jo. I quickly jammed my fingers into Baby Jo’s pussy and again felt her pussy’s powerful spasms and contractions.

 

I was finally able to open my eyes and was startled to see Asia’s face and entire front of her body covered with my cum. Shammy said, “That’s A LOT of cum”. “I know…I just LOVE watching him cum”, said Baby Jo.

 

Then…Baby Jo and Shammy knelt down by Asia and proceeded to lick her clean!

 

….The End (for now). Part II to cum shortly.

 

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If so, please let me know via e-mail at: ronin1225@yahoo.com.

I quietly opened the door to my sons’ bedroom, the light from the passage casting a beam of light on his bed. He was sleeping peacefully; as I watched him I thought how much he was like his father. God has it been two years since he was conceived. I turned left the room leaving the door ajar. As I descended the stairs Stephen was just coming out of the downstairs bedroom, tucking in his shirt and zipping up his fly, then checking out his appearance in the hall mirror before running a comb through his hair.

“Ok Dave it’ll be the same time next week” He said

“Yeh fine mate…every thing to your satisfaction” I asked

“Oh god yeah just peachy couldn’t be better as always” He replied.

My wife Ellen came from the room Stephen had just left moments before, pulling up the zip on her skirt and adjusting it.

“Goodnight Stephen…give my regards to your wife” She said

“Like bloody hell” He replied with a wide grin on his face and left closing the door behind him.

I followed Ellen to the large spacious lounge that was part of our early century villa. I watched as she moved one of the pictures on the wall and her fingers deftly twirled the knurled knob on the safe as she searched for the combination. The hundred dollars she held in her hand was placed inside along with the other three one hundred-dollar deposits we had made previously in the evening.

“Would you like a coffee my love” I asked

“Yeah I could murder one darling” She replied. I turned and headed for the kitchen

 

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. Ellen turned to me smiled and said. “That’s for you darling I’ll leave you to it. Old man Smithies is right on time again as usual it must be love”. The grin on her face getting bigger-------------My thoughts went back a couple of years-------------------

Ellen and I had taken time out to actually have a holiday together, the first in a long while.

Since re-discovering my homosexuality our lovemaking had not been the same. My sexual interests had turned more and more toward the male species.

When I’d met Ellen I thought she was so marvellous in fact she still is, it was I who was at fault not her. I had forgotten how beautiful and desirable a woman she was until that afternoon over two years ago. I married her because I was in love with her and I also thought it would cure my homosexuality. It did…for a while.

Then the firm I worked for was invited to a product launch. I always enjoyed product launches, a time to meet up with other members of the company and in general have a good time. It was always two to a room and this time I was sharing with a guy who I had never met. There was nothing sexy about him, he was perhaps the opposite. Average height balding, bearded face and a beer gut. I would never in a thousand years put him down as the guy who would get me back to my addiction to cock again.

The first day of the launch had gone well and at the finish I had gone back to the room, followed shortly by my room mate.

“Whew thank goodness that’s over…I need to take a shower” He said

He did not go to the bathroom to disrobe he merely started to undress there and then in front of me, peeling off each piece of garment and discarding them on the bed.

His body was not that of a Greek god, it was his cock that caught my eye. It had been quite some time since I’d been this close to a real live one. I tried hard not to be seen looking at it but what I saw did excite me a little in fact quite a lot.

I watched until his fat backside and big belly had entered the bathroom. He did not close the door or draw the shower curtain and from where I sat I had a good clear view as he turned on the shower and let the water cascade over his body. He sang and hummed softly to himself as he lathered on the soap. His body was pink and flabby and surprisingly devoid of hair just the bushy pubic hair from whence grew the piece of flesh that interested me. It seemed a little larger than when he had stood before me as his soaped hand fondled it.

I quickly looked away when he glanced up and caught me gazing at him.

When I heard the shower turn off I made sure my concentration was well and truly on the magazine I had picked up to read. He did not wrap the towel around himself instead he marched past me towel in hand and proceeded to dry himself when standing by his bed. A quick glance at his wet body, and at his wet cock, water still dripping down the slightly hard shaft.

“I think I’ll have a shower myself” I said, starting to disrobe. I was going to test this guy. I had a feeling he was sending out a message and was keen to see if I was reading him right.

When I was completely naked I lingered a little then dropped my watch on the floor, getting down on all fours to retrieve it. I pointed my hind end deliberately toward him letting him have a full view. Nothing was said and like him I proceeded to the shower leaving door and shower curtain open for further viewing, again when I’d finished I walked naked back to the room and picked up a towel drying myself off in front of him, keeping my hind end toward him for his further viewing. If I thought I was going to be jumped on and ravaged I was disappointed. In fact I thought I’d misread him completely. He merely dressed and said he was going to the bar for a drink.

Obviously my arse had no attraction to him and likewise I dressed and went to the bar where I stayed along with a few others until bedtime, returning to an empty room and climbing into bed and sleep.

The morning light was streaming in through the drawn curtains when I awoke. My room mate must have returned at whatever hour and gone to bed. I lay there contemplating the ceiling and feeling very disappointed that what I’d thought about had not happened.

I heard him groan then his voice “Shit is it morning already”

“Yeah sure is…you must have got what you wanted last night” I said

“Naw not at all” He said

“If you don’t mind I might grab the shower first off” I said.

“Yeh go for it mate” He replied.

This time I did the same as last night I threw back the covers revealing my naked body (No night attire) and slowly walked to the shower, again leaving door and shower curtain open. I took a sly glance in his direction he was laying on his back hands behind his head and he was watching me as I showered. I made sure that he received a good long view of my rear end. Then shutting off the shower I walked back to the room picked up the towel and slowly started to dry myself.

He was quite open as he watched me towelling off his eyes running up and down my body.

“I’ll have my shower now” He said as he rose and like me had slept naked.

I continued to dry myself as I watched him in the shower twisting and turning under the cascading water. I openly watched as he soaped and washed himself.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat in the chair until he finished washing. It was the same as last night he made his way to his bed and started to dry himself off. My eyes were fixed on his cock when his voice broke my trance. 

“Here would you like to touch it?” He asked.

Suddenly caught out I stammered “Oh no…I “

“No go on you can have a play with him…I know you want to” He said

“Oh look sorry I…”

He took a few steps toward me, now standing right next to me. “Go on put it in your hand feel how good it is” He said invitingly.

Oh god I wanted to so much it was now or never. Once I did I knew I was lost forever. Like an alcoholic with that forbidden drink, if I touched it now it was all over for me.

“Go on I’ve seen you drooling over it, just reach out and touch it”

It felt soft and clammy in my hand as I squeezed and fondled it, but it was not going to stay that way for long, each moment I held it, each squeeze and fondle made it larger and larger, until it was full grown.

Oh god I was done for, a wonderful wanting feeling flowed through my body, and suddenly I was a homosexual again. It had been quite some time since feeling my last rock hard cock in the palm of my hand an it excited me no end to have one once again. They were beautiful objects when all hard. Skin stretched so tight around the hard shaft. That bulbous end and the Cyclops eye looking at me inviting me to kiss it.

“Mmmmm” It felt so good in my mouth as my tongue explored hungrily over the surface.

“Oh shit I should have woke you last night” He said

“Mmmmmm” was all I could say, trying to nod at the same time in agreement

His hands held my head firmly against his fat wet belly as I sucked eagerly like a man dying of thirst at the tap of life.

Up and down the hard shaft, hand, mouth and tongue creating havoc with our emotions. Then the great gasp from my partner “Ahhhhhh!” as the warm wet sticky fluid spread over my tongue and down my throat forcing me to gag as I fought to swallow it.

“I wasn’t sure about you last night” He said “I wanted to fuck you when I came back…I wasn’t too sure whether you did or didn’t’?” He said

“Did or didn’t do what?” I asked knowing full well what he meant

“Fuck” He said

“Well I guess we know what we will be doing tonight don’t we” I replied

“Yes…that arse of yours is going to be mine” He said.

It was around ten that night when he eventually entered me. His arse rose and fell on mine sending his cock in and out his balls banging against my bum. His fat belly slapped down on top of me, his weight pushing me into the mattress as he arse rose and fell, his cock, the first cock in a quite some time giving me a long overdue fuck.

It was good to feel a mans hot breath on my neck, hear his heavy excited breathing and grunting with each stroke and thrust. “Uh…uh…uh…” Thrust, thrust, thrust.

That was it. I’d had the forbidden fruit. I was a homosexual again eager to make up for lost time, which I did; any male seaming to have a sexual interest in me was encouraged. Sexual interest in Ellen starting to wane.

 

Thus it was as I walked the beech that hot sunny summer morning, the warm golden sand beneath my feet. I’d left Ellen at the rented beach house to read and sunbathe; unaware of what was going to take place a couple or so hours later.

I liked to search for good quiet sunbathing areas where I could strip naked, feel the warm zephyr like breeze move gently and sensually over my body. There was something about being naked that I liked. The place I was heading for was a spot I’d found a couple of days ago and it gave me a great opportunity to work on an all over tan. As I walked further and further down the beach away from the populated popular area. I could hear the sea gulls screeching and scattering as I approached. The gentle lapping of the surf. There was little of it today; it certainly wasn’t a surfer’s paradise at present. I waded part way in feeling the cool salt water around my feet and ankles.

“Ah here we are my own little place” I thought to myself. Up the rising sand dunes with their grassy tussock, if I kept walking I would come to bush and pine trees, but today I just wanted to strip naked and catch the summer suns rays on naked body.

I dropped into the sandy hollow, throwing my knapsack to the ground. One last look around. To the north where I’d come from nothing, not even a speck. To the south a tiny dot someone out walking but not hear enough to worry about.

First I discarded my shirt, and then stepped out of my shorts and undies. The hot sun and breeze moving over my body. Oh god it felt so good, so sensual first a breeze then the warm sun caressing my buttocks Oh god I’d love to be fucked right now. I thought

I reached into the knapsack and took out the beach towel, spreading it on the warm sand, then the suntan lotion, spreading it liberally over my body. Now lying on my back, eyes closed as I daydreamed, daydreams about some nice hunk that would join me in a little bit of cock fun.

Time to turn over on my stomach; let the sun at my back and bare buttocks. I lay with head resting on my arms as I returned to my fantasies. They were suddenly shattered by the sound of a voice.

“Hi there buddy, mind if I join you, you got yourself a real good pozzy there”Oh god I felt so embarrassed at being caught out.

“Oh er, yes, yes I guess so” I stammered, at the same time looking for something to cover my nakedness with.

He must have read my mind as he said “No don’t bother covering up I’ll join you, I doubt if anyone else will be along to join us…or disturb us” It was the way he said disturb us that got my mind working. Hey this could be the guy I’d been fantasying about all afternoon, after all who would join a naked bloke on the beach.

He threw his own knapsack down next to mine removing a beach towel and spreading it close to my towel.

“Hey that back of yours is going to get red raw, you got any lotion on it” He asked

“Er no I couldn’t reach there” I replied.

“Well I think I should spread some on for you…better be safe”

I rested my head on my arms again, letting him rummage in his bag for some lotion.

“Ohhhh” I said as the cool liquid hit my body. Firm hands followed massaging the fluid into my skin.

“Mmmmm! That feels real good” I said as his hands worked their magic. Around my neck down to the small of my back and up again, over and over.

“You like that” He asked

“Mmmmm it makes me feel real good” I replied. I was starting to get that feeling in my loins

“Yeh I thought it would” He said

A cool squirt hit my buttocks, followed by warm firm hands squeezing and massaging them. Adrenalin started pumping through my veins. I was filled with sudden excitement.

“How about that then” He asked

“Oh god yes, that’s great” I replied.

His firm hands and fingers squeezing and caressing.

The next squirt hit the crevice between my buttocks and started to trickle between my legs and thighs. A finger followed searching for my love tunnel entrance, then thrusting inward.

“Ohhh, ahhhh” I gasped, at the same time letting my legs part a little and thrusting upward onto the inserted finger.

“Now what about that, how does that feel my fiend” He asked.

“Oh god that is fantastic” I eagerly replied, letting my pelvis and hips work in time with his finger fucking.

“I’ve got something even better for you” He said

“Oh what’s that?” I replied and at the same time turning my head toward him for the first time.

“OH MY GOD” I exclaimed as my eyes fell upon  the biggest cock I’d ever had the privilege to see, and Id seen quite a few big cocks in my time.

He must have read panic in my eyes as he flung himself on top of me pinning me to the deck.

“Hey, hey take it easy…just relax it’s going to be ok, it’ll go in alright…trust me” He said as my heart pounded in my chest.

I could feel the warm contour of his enlarged penis against my skin, hard and throbbing. His pelvis moved back and forth, his cock pressed firmly against my buttocks.

“Now just image that inside you buddy…would you like that?” He asked

My mouth was dry. I could only croak “Oh god yes please”

“Then just relax and between us we’ll get it in”

He wasn’t going to let me change my mind as he lay on top of me. He reached for the sun lotion and first one finger then two fingers he slowly with and enlarged my entrance, making sure I had a liberal amount of lubricant.

“Now some on my shaft and we are in business” He said

“You ready for it pal” He asked

“Yeh, yeh…go for it” I said at the same time reaching for the cheeks of my ass and pulling them apart.

“Ok…just relax, completely relax” He said as I felt the large bulbous end caress the entrance, he pressed inward.

“Ohhh, ahhhh” I was saying

“Just relax buddy it’s going in” He said

Another deep breath, relax, relax

My love tunnel slowly opened and enlarged as he pressed inward.

Oh god I think I can feel it partly inside. I thought to myself

“It’s going in old buddy, I’ve got the head in” He said

Yes he was right I could feel it, it was in. His hips and pelvis twisted and pushed and inch by inch I felt myself being enlarged. There was no doubt he was going to get it in. I could now boast that this was the biggest cock I’d ever had.

“Oh buddy I’m right in there now…how does it feel?” He asked

“Oh my…just fabulous…I can’t believe we did it” I replied “It must look real good” I said

There was a pause then a reply. “It looks real good…your arse is stretched wide open…it’s never going to be the same again” He said. Then laughed and added “You’ll have a funny walk from now on”

I felt his hot breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear “I’m going to fuck you now buddy” I felt the shaft slide in and out as his arse rose and fell, rose and fell. Thrust, thrust, thrust…easy steady motions. My pussy ass becoming accustomed to its new size.

As he bounced up and down he could feel the contours of my bum with each inward thrust.

“Hey what’s your name pal” He said as his shaft slid back and forth.

“David” I said

“Hey I’m Michael” He replied

I laughed and said “Very pleased to meet you Michael” He laughed and replied “Me too”

“You got a regular boy friend David” He asked

“No I’m married” I replied

“So you have a husband” He said assuming it was a homosexual relationship

“No a wife, female, women” I said

“Oh sorry I assumed it was another male you were with”

“No she is a real live woman” I said

“So do you fuck her on a regular basis?”

“No not really… our relationship has lessened in the past year or so…I rarely fuck her now” I replied

“So who fucks her for you” He asked

“No one she wouldn’t do that” I said

“Oh yeh she must be a cold non feeling women then” He said

“No I don’t think so she’s very attractive” I replied.

“And no one is fucking her…you must be very naïve if you think that”

“She just wouldn’t do that sort of thing” I replied

“So you get yourself fucked by a bloke and you think that your wife wouldn’t do the same thing…does she know you’re a poofta” He asked

“Of course not…I keep that part secret” I said

“She is probably doing the same thing” He said

“No not Ellen” I said defiantly

“I bet I could get to fuck” He said challengingly

“I bet you couldn’t” I said again more defiantly

All the time his arse was rising and falling, pumping his hard cock back and forth. He was obviously a talker. Some guys loved to talk as they fucked, this was one of them.

“Ok you’re on…$100 says I get to fuck her”

He was calling my bluff, there was no way he was going to get to fuck Ellen but I was unsure of myself I hesitated

“Come on put your money where your mouth is” He said

“Oh I don’t know” I said hesitating.

“Look I’ll make it easy for you…if I don’t get to fuck her I pay you $100…if I do fuck her it’s quits…let’s just say I get to fuck her for $100…you owe me nothing”

It sounded too good to be true. “Yeh, yeh you’re on” I said hesitantly.

“Oh great” He whispered closely in my ear two fucks in one day, first the husband then the wife”

He sounded too confident; now on consideration I may have been too hasty.

Thrust, thrust, thrust went his cock. His arse rising and falling at a steady rate.

“Oh god isn’t fucking just the best things in the world” He said excitedly. “God yes, yes” I replied excitedly

His arse was continuing to rise and fall his shaft piston like in its action. I would love to have a picture of it to see what it looked like.

The motion was speeding up his arse pounding faster and faster

“Oh I feel all excited now…I’m going to cum” He said

There was no great outburst or exclamations. Three final thrusts, then he lay still. The monster was pulsing and throbbing its final moments, warm sticky sperm spewing from the hard shaft filling my own love tunnel.

We remained locked together as we both felt the afterglow of our love making. Lying there I could hear the gulls squawking and gentle surf lapping on the foreshore, the slurping sound as his cock withdrew, limp and exhausted

“God if your wife is as good as you to fuck I’m going to have a great day” He said.

Perhaps this was not a good idea. How was he going to approach the subject? Did we just walk in an say “Hey honey this is Michael he’s a great guy he’s here to fuck you sweetheart” I could see no way he was going to get between those lovely legs of Ellen’s

“I’m for a swim” He announced and then was up and off, out of the sand bunker and streaking down to the water stark naked. I watched as he dived head long into the surf, well what surf there was. Then taking a look around the area to make sure we had no prying eyes I followed suit. The cool salt water felt good as I likewise plunged beneath the surface.

He continued to ask questions about Ellen what was she like, how had we met, does she work, blond, redhead brunette. I told him everything.

“Hmmm I like blondes” He said “Is she a real blonde----I mean I’m going to find out” He said with a smile.

“She’s a real blonde” I replied.

“Who was it you said was fucking her” He asked

“No one fucks her” I said getting a little irritated at his remarks

“Where she works---what about a male colleague”

“No there’s no one” I replied but he’d suddenly got me thinking. Neville----Neville Granger he’s always sniffing around----he is somewhat older but a good-looking guy Ellen would like him. There was the odd time I’d come home and his car was outside, but I’d never caught them at it, we were all good friends could it be Neville.

The more I thought about it the wilder my imagination became.

It would be quite easy for him to slip her a length and without me catching them. The bedroom was at the front of the house, if she was to pull her skirt up and her knickers down, all he had to do was unzip his fly remove his stiff cock and insert it into her. If they heard my car it would take only moments for him to pull out, her to pull up her knickers and straighten her skirt. He on the other hand would have his stiff member safely tucked back in his trousers not forgetting the zip and the pair of them back in the lounge looking the picture of pure innocents. God yes it could be. Now I wondered if it would be easier than I’d anticipated for Michael to slip Ellen a length of that monster of his.

Our swimming over I followed Michael up the beach back to the sand dunes, the sight of his naked body tight arse end making me excited once more. Even slack as it was it was impressive, but what disturbed me was that I was excited at the prospect of watching it being inserted into Ellen. I shook my head to clear and rid myself of such thoughts as we picked up our towels and dried off. My eyes were never off his cock or my thoughts on what might be later in the afternoon.

Packing our gear we walked back along the beach, each step taking us nearer to our beachhouse and Ellen. My responses to his questions were automatic; my mind wasn’t on them. The nearer we got, the faster was my heart rate, my stomach in a knot, my mouth dry. Oh jeez it was going to be all on I thought.

A question from Michael got my attention. “Do you want to watch” He asked

“Eh---what?” I replied suddenly taken aback.

“Do you want to watch me fuck Ellen—your wife” He asked again.

He was real sure, very confident he was already calling her Ellen. God he’s going to do it, I knew deep down he was going to do it, what does he know that I don’t. My mind had already been playing pictures of them together.

“Er yes, yes I’d like that” I stammered watching his smiling face.

“Well when we get there you introduce me, offer some refreshments then take off and leave us alone for a while---let me go to work on her---get her confidence. If your around she may not respond so well---you can come back and watch---if you want” He said with a wink and a grin on his face a mile wide.

We entered the property from the beach, walking to the covered patio. Ellen was laying on one of the two sunbeds. God I’d forgotten how great she looked. People buy houses because of there views and for a while stand and admire that view day after day, then it becomes ho-hum and forget it’s there until one day someone who has never seen it before comes along to remind you just how great that view is. Today was such a day as she lay back dressed in just a bikini, skimpy blue bottom and skimpy blue top, her sensuous sun tanned body looked real desirous inside it. The look on Michael’s face said it all; it was beaming with excited anticipation. His eyes exploring every inch. The cleavage of her well-formed moulded breasts, down and over her flat stomach, his imagination working furiously at what lay beyond the material that was the bottom part of her bikini. Right now there would be a stirring in his loins, perhaps a little stiffening of his cock.

“Ellen this is Michael; Michael this is Ellen” I said introducing them. “I have offered Michael some liquid refreshment”

Pushing her sunglasses on top of her head she smiled one of her most charming smiles and greeted our guest.

Michael took the opportunity to grab the other sunbed and stretched out alongside Ellen.

“Hey I’ll get us some fruit juice-----orange alright with you Michael” I asked

“Whatever’s going” He replied. I went to the fridge my hands trembling, legs feeling weak as I took the jug containing the fruit juice and three glasses back to the patio.

The conversation seemed to be going well, mind Ellen was a good conversationalist and I would think Michael was also.

I poured three glasses handing one of them to Michael, at the same time his head and eyes giving a quick nod to the right and his lips silently wording “Fuck off”

“Hey sweetheart did we have some of those chocolate cookies left”

“No of course not---you know darn well you finished them last night”

“Oh shit yeah that’s right---I’ll just nip to the local store---won’t be long”

The silently moving lips of Michael’s seemed to be mouthing. Twenty minutes.

I took off slowly down the drive heading for the local store, this far from the city centre it was the only one. My thoughts were going mad, Michael alone with my wife, just what was happening right now as step by step I slowly made my way to purchase the cookies.

There were more people than usual there and I had to wait my turn deep in thought. I selected the type I liked and whilst I waited I perused the magazine stand, the girlie mags caught my eye. On the cover of one was the picture of a voluptuous young female hugging herself thus forcing and accentuating of her breasts being held in place by the black laced edge bra. He smooth legs were encased in black nylon stockings that were being held up by the black suspender belt the white thighs a real turn on. The face seemed that of Ellen as I gazed pensively at the photo. Hands---Michael’s hands were roaming, touching, exploring her body. A voice broke into those thoughts “Hey can I help you fellah?” It was the storeowner; the other customers had gone it was him and me now. I looked back at the young girls’ picture. It was nothing like Ellen

                                                             

“Oh sorry lost in thought” I croaked mouth dry           limbs shaking

He seemed to want to talk I wasn’t really listening to him, my own thoughts were on the beachhouse and what or where was Michael up to now. A customer broke up our conversation and I left the store, with heart pounding. My strides were a little quicker but limbs weak; surely I’d given him enough time.

I strode up the garden path expecting to hear voices conversing with each other. No it was quiet. When I reached the sunbeds I knew something was on. Ellen’s blue bikini top lay on the ground. Into the house, I moved quietly through the kitchen placing the cookies on the bench. Nothing! I stood there head cocked to one side listening, then a murmur from down the passage. I followed the sound. I could hear her moans and then there on the floor leading to the bedroom was Ellen’s bikini bottom half.

Oh no, no I don’t believe it, it can’t be, as I slowly took the final step and peered around the open door.

Oh my god. The sight before me was unbelievable it could not be happening. I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming it.

There was Ellen naked as, on her back knees bent, those lovely legs wide apart. He finger was inserted into the wet pink slit of the blond fury glen that was nestled between her thighs a soft low moaning came from her.

Michael was just removing his shorts and undies his big throbbing cock was in his hand. Moving on to the bed and kneeling between her widely spread legs. He pointed the monster at her wet slit. It was a magnificent beast to behold. The tapered end, the corona, then the vine like veins winding all the way up the shaft. It was like a giant torpedo being prepared to be placed in the launching tube. I watched as the bulbous end touched the moist lips.

I raised my hand in the air in protest. Screaming at him to stop. The only trouble was nothing came out of my mouth—not a sound. I stood there watching like some statue in the park. He pushed onward, lips parting, her cunt eating up the monster that was being fed into it. Inch by inch it vanished inside her until all that was left was the sack coating his big balls that were dangling beside her arse.

I heard her gasp “Ahhhhh” Her back arched, buttocks rose upward forcing herself onto the hard shaft. I couldn’t move I was frozen to the spot. Her cunt was stretched wide open just as my own love tunnel had been earlier in the day.

He threw his head back, eyes closed, his hands moving down her legs feeling her warm thighs---- thighs that had been impaled on his warm hard shaft along with her cunt. A long intake of his breath through clenched teeth as he relished on the feeling he was getting from penetration.

 “Oh my god that feels so gooood” He declared.

Now he covered her body with his, arms around her hugging her tightly. His lips and mouth kissing her neck and ear. Then in a loud whisper for me to hear he declared.

“Now I’m going to fuck her David”

My eyes dropped to his hind end, his arse was well formed tight with a nice contour to it. In fact his whole body was so perfect. I watched as it rose up, then dropped back down, rose and fell. Thrusting in to her. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Stroke after stroke. Oh god he was, yes he was fucking her and it was my wife he was fucking. I should be pulling him off shouting at him to leave her alone, but I wasn’t I was enjoying it, a feeling stirring in my loins at the sight before me. I could only imagine the shaft now sliding back and forth between Ellen’s thighs, he sighs and moaning was enough to tell me she was enjoying it. I could hear the squelch and slurp as his arse end gyrated. More screams of delight from Ellen.

For the first time I looked at her, her eyes were wide glazed and staring at me but she wasn’t seeing me, she had no apprehension of me being there. I could have been a million miles away. My cock was getting harder by the minute watching Michael bounce up and down on top of her. I started to undress.

I heard Michael say “Do you like watching a real man fuck your wife David”

My reply was barely heard as I croaked “Yes, oh yes”

He stopped his motions then raised himself up letting me view the scene between her thighs. “Take a look at that David does that excite you” He asked I could only nod in agreement at what I could see.

His hard shaft was now wet, covered with Ellen’s cunt juice. His hips moved a few times letting me see the monster moving, sliding inside her. Then laughing he threw himself back into the job at hand. Thump, thump, thump.

I now stood beside the bed naked stroking my own hard inadequate cock.

I could watch Michael fuck my wife all day, I found it so exciting.

I heard the slurp as Michael withdrew from within. Then turning her over and placing her on all fours, I could see her now well fucked slit, then with hands firmly on her hips he penetrated from behind. Again I head her gasp “Ahhhhh!” as he entered. I loved the sight of the shaft vanishing inside her. Now I could see quite plainly his hard cock as it moved back and forth, first all the way in then a glimpse as it returned only to vanish from sight again and again and again. He thrust into her harder and harder. She was screaming for more “Oh yes, yes, yes” “Harder, harder, harder”. The perspiration was starting to show on Michael.

I heard the slap, slap, slap as his thighs pushed up hard against her hind end. Her blond hair hanging down and her firm breasts bouncing back and forth with each powerful forward stroke. I was sexually excited watching. Ellen’s naked form was perfect, taught skin the nice firm rounded hind end that Michael was pounding away at, all added to the excitement. His hands running sensually over her body touching, exploring. Smoothly over her rounded buttocks, up over her back and shoulders, then under, closing around her firm breasts squeezing, massaging. Fingers caressing the hardened nipples.

The look on Ellen’s face said it all, she was enjoying it, but not alone, Michael’s hips were swaying back and forth, the expression of sheer joy on his face also.

“Oh fuck yes, yes” I heard him whispering eyes closed.

Ellen’s “Oha, oha, oha” Keeping in time with the swaying hips. “Oh god she’s a great fuck David” He gasped as if short of breath. Every once in a while he would stop, gyrate his hips a few times. Ellen screaming out each time he did so. Her hands firmly holding and squeezing his buttocks as she tries so hard to pull him further inside her warm pulsating cunt.

He pushes her forward into the mattress falling on top. His arse pounding faster and faster. His breath coming in quick short pants “Uh, uh, uh, uh”

“Oh I can’t hang on much longer I’m going to cum inside of her” He declared.

“Oh god no, no you’re not using a condom and I don’t know if she’s been taking the pill’ I said

“Too late Dave I’m going all the way buddy” His arse pounding up and down in a great frenzy—Then one final thrust and pause, I knew right then his cock was spewing out his seed, the millions of tadpoles rushing through her passage eager to fertilise her eggs. Another thrust as he released a further squirt of sperm, pauses. Then a final thrust and a final squirt of semen, before he collapses exhausted on top of her.

I stare transfixed at the scene before me. Michael turning toward me.

“Well you didn’t get $100---but you don’t have to pay me any money either---she was worth every cent of $100---you should get her to do it more regular” He said

He removed his defunct penis, still showing signs of her pussy juices. I hear Ellen still moaning from the pounding she has just taken, then roll on her back bend her knees and part her legs. The gash between her legs was all pink and wet, like a nice ripe melon, my eyes transfixed my mouth hungry and eager to feed on it.

Michael can see that hunger in my eyes.

“Hey why don’t you give her a fuck David---she may be a little slack for you but she’s all opened up and ready for it”

My mouth dry, voice weak I nod and murmur agreement.

Then slip first one leg then the other leg over my shoulders, hands on her firm buttocks, my mouth and lips bite into the sweat moist flesh, my tongue delving well into her crevice licking at her love nub. I taste a cocktail mix of sperm and pussy fluids. I feel heady, light-headed and intoxicated with its taste.

Her excited screams are muffled as her warm thighs clamp my ears and head like earmuffs her hands also holding on tightly, her back arches up pushing her pussy onto my warm mouth and tongue. The orgasm flows through her body

It was never going to be long and drawn out. I was ready to cum. I quickly pulled my mouth away and frantically pushed my hard cock into her warm moist and inviting velvet lined cunt. I let out a great sigh “Ohhhhhh” and with less than a dozen strokes and a final upward thrust sperm spewed from my hard penis.

“Oh god. Oh god, oh god” Was all I could manage as I felt myself being drained. I lay in Ellen’s’ arms enjoying the afterglow of passion, removing a pubic hair from my mouth. The first I’d enjoyed with her in a long time. Sleep swept over both of us and it was a while later when I awoke our arms still entwined. I looked around the bedroom, there was no sign of Michael, Ellen stirred opened her eyes, they were now clear and focused.

“Ohhh, mmmmm” She purred squeezing me tight “That was wonderful darling---we haven’t made love like that for a long time---it must be the sea air that does it”

What about Michael I thought, does he figure in this.

“Did your friend what’s his name leave?” She asked

“Er yes, yes he went earlier” I replied

“Oh just as well” She giggled “We wouldn’t want him seeing what we were doing”

“Oh, er no, no that would never do” I replied.

Hell she doesn’t remember what has gone on this afternoon. I thought to myself.

“Mmmm----we must do it more often” She murmured in my ear.

The first sign was when she missed a period. After a visit to the doctor it was confirmed she was pregnant. At first she blamed me for not being careful enough with our lovemaking. Then we both became used to the situation and looked forward to the birth. The day arrived and we had a boy and as he grew I could see Michaels’ likeness in him. I started to feel guilty about the whole thing and I could not let it go on. Our lovemaking was on the decline again and I thought I was not being fair to her by hiding my homosexuality. I decided to come clean

One day I sat her down and blurted out the whole sorry affair. I waited for the bomb to explode at the end, but she just sat there looking at me quietly for what seemed an eternity.

“Well seeing as it’s the time for confessing---I’ve got to tell you that Neville and I have been having an affair for quite some time”

“Ha---I knew it I thought you were---Michael said….”

“Oh you’re boyfriend…and hero Michael said…are you in love with him?” She asked

“No of course not I never was he was just a one off…I never saw him after that day” I replied

“Tell me truthfully did you enjoy watching as he screwed me?”

I swallowed hard and replied “Yes…yes I did” Trying to read her reaction to my answer.

She just looked long and hard.

“I’ll get some gear and move out” I said

Her answer was cool and very unexpected “No don’t bother you might as well stay here…after all we have a son to take care of…even if he is the result of your boyfriends seed…a hundred dollars…is that what he said?”

“A hundred dollars what?” I asked

You said Michael would pay me a hundred dollars”

I realised what she meant. “Yes that’s what he said…a hundred dollars”

Life seemed to settle remarkably well after that, more than I’d ever dreamed it would do. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

It was approximately three months later, life seemed normal. We were sitting in the lounge, I’d found a good novel and Ellen was on the computer.

I heard the door bell ring and I was about to get up to answer it

“Leave it, it’s for me” She said

I looked at her quizzically wondering how she could know it was for her.

I heard their voices, one of them a mans, there was talking then nothing…just quiet. I could stand it no longer my curiosity got the better of me and I went into the hall to see who it was. Nothing, nobody there…I searched the down stairs rooms…nothing. Then climbed the stairs to the bedrooms. The spare bedroom door was closed. I tried the door knob but the door was locked. I pressed my ear to the door. There was no doubt about the sound that was coming from within

“Huh, huh, huh” The bed-head making knocking sound in time. Donk, donk, donk. It was the sound of fucking. What was going on? I would wait and ask her after they finished. I turned and quietly made my way back downstairs to the lounge. I couldn’t really concentrate on the book. I sat waiting watching the clock on the mantelpiece as the time ticked away, my mind trying not to visualise the guy upstairs fucking Ellen. 

At last voices, they were coming back. The guy taking a look in the hall mirror adjusting his appearance running a comb through his hair. It was the person who I would get to know as Stephen…one of many Stephens’.

Ellen descending the stairs her fist gripping dollar bills, one hundred of them as it turned out.

When the guy had left I looked at her the question on my mind.

“Don’t bother asking…he’s a client only. I got to thinking about your boy friend Michael saying he would pay me a hundred dollars. So I bought a cell phone, put an add in the paper and have built up my own business…and seeing as you don’t mind guys screwing me you shouldn’t have a problem with this” She said

I was speechless; there was nothing I could say. I’d admitted to her that I liked watching as Michael had fucked her but I never thought it would have gone this far.

“So how many clients do you have?” I asked

“Twenty regular plus the casuals’” She replied

“And all pay $100 a time” I asked

“Every one of them…on that Michael was right” She said.

I just stood there mouth open speechless staring at her.

We converted the spare room downstairs into a bedroom. It seemed to make more sense than the upstairs bedroom.

I could listen to the sounds being emitted from within. I should really put a two way mirror in one day.

I suggested we should have a little brother or sister for Jason. Maybe you should stop taking the pill and not use condoms. One of the clients could be the father.

“And what if the baby turned out to be black” She asked

I’d forgotten that she had four black clients. “Doesn’t matter, he or she would still be welcome” I said

 “If I do have another it will be to Neville”

“Does he still fuck you” I asked

“Yes”

“But he’d never leave his wife for you would he?”

“No but that would not matter” She replied

I remember a time I stood outside listening to the love making

“Oh no, no not there please” I heard Ellen pleading

“Come on, come on you bitch, you’ll love it up there”

“Oh no, oh no I can’t…oh, ah ouch! No please”

There was a pause as he struggled to get it in

“There now that’s better…you like that honey…you feel nice and tight”

I knew where he was and what he was doing; she was going to get an arse full of cum.

Next morning at breakfast she said

“I don’t know how you could enjoy having a man put it up your arse…I got no enjoyment from it”

“Well you’ve got all the right running gear…I don’t I make use with what I’ve got”

It got me to thinking…the result…the door bell that night.

“That’s for you darling I’ll leave you to it. Old man Smithies is right on time again as usual it must be love”. The grin on her face getting bigger. Don’t forget I’ve got an all nighter to night. Trevor will be here after he’s finished with the clubs.

“Christ! How time fly’s I thought it was only last week he was here” I said. “I’ll give you a call about midday and a cuppa eh”

“That would be great darling…thanks”

An all night session was hard on her. It meant all night. No guy wanted to pay $600, have a one off fuck and then go to sleep with a good looking blond next to him

I let old man Smithies in.

“Straight through Andy…now let’s get rid of those pent up frustrations eh”

“He, he, he” He laughed through his toothless wicked grin. His bony hand gripping my left buttock tight and squeezing it hard.

“Yeh you sexy bastard you…first you suck then I fuck eh!…he, he, he.”

I quietly closed the door behind us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We continued to meet and fuck each other regularly for about a month before she had to go back to her overseas University. We parted good friends as there was no love in the partnership. We had known each other too long and done many things together, and we knew each other past too well. It happened we enjoyed each other sexually as we both had done with other partners, perhaps better in some cases but we were not destined to marry.

Her father died suddenly at an early age about a year ago. Since then Sue says her mother remained apart from her other friends. Occasionally a female friend or two would call but she never got back into the circle. The main reason for this is that they had been members of a swinging group. Evidently this ended when he died. From all accounts she didn’t want to become involved with the husbands of other women outside the circle. She believed that the guys would cause problems in their own families if they just called in for casual sex.  That was evidently a rule in the swinging group.

I continued to do odd jobs for her mother and mow their lawns in return for the use of their pool. I often saw her at the pool, always naked as was her preference. I had joined her a few times at her invitation and I too swam naked so as to keep in the swim of things so to speak. A few times I believed she had made a very oblique reference to sex when I was with her, but the age difference was considerable, almost twice my age and she was well aware Sue, her daughter and I had been sexually intimate many times.

One afternoon Alice and I we were just talking and laying back on separate lounges at poolside. She became quiet strange and was beginning to quiz me about my sexual life and experiences. She knew Susie and I had been intimate but had never mentioned my relationship with her directly. This time she came out and asked me quite intimate questions about our sexual practices together. Then she asked had I ever slept with an older woman. Now that’s for me to know and you to find out I said. I had but I was a little reticent to tell her as she and my parents talked a lot together and I thought she may have let it slip as the woman was known to both of the families. She was a divorcee and I often mowed her lawns as well and one day things went a bit further than a drink after I had finished. It is a bit of a story but eventually and I ended up having sex with her half naked on the kitchen floor and developed from there. I gathered it had been some time since she had been sexually active and she really was more than frustrated and gave me a workout more like a nymphomaniac. She really went berserk on me and was totally out of control I believed, there were times I imagined she didn’t realise I was attached to the cock she was riding. It was as I imagined somebody on drugs would be, but she showed no outward signs of being high. Afterwards she apologised and said it must never happen again, even though it was one of the most exciting experiences of her life. Then to make matters worse she said she felt ashamed and degraded that she had been having sex with me as I was only a boy.

When I left I really felt like I was some sort of ape or something. I continued to mow her lawns and she always asked me in for a drink afterwards when she paid me, but never ever did she mention our previous virtual depraved sexual encounter. It was as if it never happened.

Anyhow Alice continued to talk about sex as if we were detached from reality, she was fantasising I thought, and then she sat up and said I want you to make love to me.  I said I cant do that, hell I have slept with your daughter and I have been a neighbour for almost all my life, you are like an auntie to me. She said if you don’t I will kill myself, I have been living with a plastic cock for a year now and I want something better. I am fed up with masturbating and the men around here are all older and those who are widowed or single are the most boring old farts you could imagine. I just couldn’t go to bed with any of them and the one or two I could are married and I am not going down that path. She was obviously referring to the swinging husbands.

Come on she said I may be 40 but I am not over the hill yet I can still perform possibly better than some of the young stuff you have been fucking for a year or two. Forget you and Sue have been fucking and just think of me as Sue’s sister. I bet I can give you a better time than she does, I am far more experienced and if you play your cards right I can introduce you to a wonderful world of sex that will boggle your mind. I immediately thought now she wants me to partner her to the swingers.

Any how we talked about it for a while and she was getting a little stroppy because I was a bit reluctant. Then she noticed my cock was firm but not hard and wet with pre-cum. Ha she said I see that something is becoming interested and she came over to me and fondled my cock with her hand. She then milked my pre-cum down and immediately licked and sucked the top of my cock taking it onto her tongue. God she said I have missed that. Then without a word she looked up at me and immediately put my cock in her mouth and began to give me a truly professional oral work out. Her fingers were working me up and down and her mouth was over the top and working hard with her tongue rimming the glans with it. By now I was rock hard and I was only seconds away from cumming. I said pull off, I am about to cum, she didn’t take her mouth off me but looked up at me and said I cant wait for it and then I came with a rush and my semen pumped into her mouth in a burst of orgasmic release. I could hear her gulping as she swallowed and sucked at the same time. She wouldn’t release me and just kept going as I tried to pull away. Then she just shook her head as if to say no, and kept sucking and stroking me and in less than a minute I was hard again and she continued to suck and stroke me. Once I was hard again and she had regained control of me she said that was just the entrée I want the main course now and she said now you are going to fuck the daylights out of me. You have just cum so I reckon the next one will take a while and that’s what I want a good long fuck, I have the taste of you now and I want more and more and more.  When I am finished with you, you will be begging for more. If Sue was here she wouldn’t stand a chance against me once you have had me.

She got up and said low lay down I am going to show you what a fuck is and as I did she was over me in a second and was planting my cock into her vagina and squatting on it and I couldn’t believe how capable she was. I had never had a girl who could squat on me and work me off as she was doing. Her leg muscles must have been like springs she was going really hard on me. Then she changed position and  then started over again and I couldn’t believe anybody had that much strength. Then she turned around and lay back on her arms with her legs down near mine and I could feel the tension of my cock tightly gripped by her cunt and she was really working me off. She was grunting with the exertions of her actions, not the grunt of a woman cumming but physical grunts. I have never been fucked so capably, I usually do the major work when I am having sex, except for a girl on top who likes it like that but nobody has been so physically capable of doing what she was doing with me.  The turned over and then virtually did push ups on me with her legs together squeezing my cock every time she lifted herself. The control over her stomach and pelvic muscles must have been enormous. I could feel the tightness of her cunt squeezing my cock as she fucked me. This was something special I had to admit. Then she could see I was really enjoying myself and getting involved as much as she would let me. She had complete control over me and what she was doing.

She had now settled down to what was going to be long fuck. Now she said Suzie has never done it to you like that has she, and I said not only Sue but anybody else. I told you I would be better than any girl you have fucked before. Believe me most men I have slept with cannot believe how I do it. Do you know Ben and I used to be swingers? I said I had heard rumours, and she said I was the envy of every woman there being able to do what I do. They would even watch me doing it to their husbands. Ben was never as good as I was but the women would always seek him out for a fuck, he was good but I was the Queen of the circle. Everybody applauded me when I turned on a demonstration fuck. There were times I was fucked about 6 or more times and then would come home and want Ben to do me again. Once I got started I didn’t want to finish. I can control my orgasms and I usually wait until the guy is ready if he has been up me long enough to say I enjoyed it. Quite often I would let them cum then I could control them and bring them up again without coming out of me, I have a very strong vaginal control as you may have noticed. I haven’t done this for a while and I am pleased I am still as tight as I was. I said I have never felt anybody as tight as you and I have a few tight ones in my time. Babies she said 14 or 15 year olds I bet. How many virgins have you broken in? I said only 1. Bet it wasn’t Suzie, and I said no she was well and truly experienced by the time we got it together. Was she any good she asked and I said I had no complaints but then were just fucking, there was no emotion in it. She was a damn good fuck though, one of the best I have had, that is until today and I hate to admit it but I have never been so brilliantly fucked in my life as I have been today. She said we aren’t finished, its not over yet, we have a long way to go believe me. I never have less than three and I can’t remember my max but it would be around 12 or 14. I only stopped then because I was exhausted, not too many men can outperform me. I said I won’t argue there.

Then she said how close are you to cumming, and I said I have it under control but any time you want let me know and I will blow you away. She said in your dreams, ok lets make this a double bunger and she worked on me hard and fast and her breasts were really swinging over my face as she really got herself into the feeling. She had brought herself to the top pretty fast and I timed it perfectly and we had a mutual orgasm which was loud long and extremely satisfying.  Her cunt squeezed me tight as I pumped my hot cum out and deep inside her, she said I hope to god I don’t get pregnant with you, I haven’t been on the pill for months. Maybe I will try the morning after pill which I have never had before.  I will check my cycle tonight to see how close I am. She said it would be kind of strange you getting me pregnant wouldn’t it. What would Sue say?

I could not remember enjoying an orgasm with the woman on top like that before. It was memorable and if I made her pregnant then that would be the icing on the cake. I didn’t give a damn if I did, I knew she would get rid of it if it happened.

We both lay there with her laying on top of me as we both tried to get our breathing back to normal. Her breasts were squashed against my chest, which felt nice and I could feel her heart pumping hard as was mine. She lay there for a few minutes and then she said now I have a treat for you and she got up and stood over me and then lowered her vagina onto my mouth and said you put it in, now take it out and fortunately I had done this often enough having gone down on a few girls after I had cum in them. Many thought it disgusting when I started but never refused me again as they loved it. I then proceeded to give her a thorough oral work out swallowing the mix of her juice and my cum which tasted wonderful really. I had no problems licking her out and she cooperated in every way and pretty soon she said here I go again and had another orgasm which I could tell was as strong as any she had before with me. She held her nipples and squeezed as I could feel the contractions of her vagina as she tightened them in her spasms. She also squeezed the last of our lovemaking mixture out of her as best she could then as I was licking her again she said save some for me lover boy and then pulled off me and again dropped down on top of me and she kissed me passionately for the first time.

As her tongue wiped the inside of my mouth clean of our love syrup she said I am a real slut aren’t I, bet Sue never did that, and I said you get it right every time.

Now she said I have got to find out how you perform and I said shit I have cum three times in less than an hour, I will never make it again. Come on she said I bet Sue wanted it more than that. I said we did but it took all night not an hour.

Then she put her hand around me and gently stroked me until I actually got it up again, it only took her about 2 minutes and I couldn’t believe it.

I said I hope you are not going out tonight this will take me an hour I reckon. She laughed and said not with me it wont I can bring you on whenever I want, believe me. I got on top of her and proceeded to slowly fuck her which was great. She was warm and moist and it felt like a silk purse inside her. I have no idea how often she has been fucked but she is still as tight as the day she was born I reckon, only a bit bigger. After we had been fucking and talking for about 5 minutes or more she said lets try doggy, I like it that way too. I withdrew and she got on all fours and I entered her from behind and put my arms around her and fondled her breasts as Suzie loved me doing. I got really cheeky and said Suzie’s tits fel better than yours, and she said you bastard, and then tried to buck me off her but I held on and into her until she gave up after a few seconds. I laughed and said you asked for that, you keep telling me how much better you are at fucking than she is, so I though she would appreciate that. You are a bastard she said but come on fuck me hard and make up for it.

I wasn’t long which surprised me and I came in her from behind. As I did she backed onto me to get me right up into her. Ok she said I am now one behind, you are going to work hard to make that up. She rolled over and we lay together as I touched her breasts and she fondled my now soft cock. She said I shouldn’t let you any whee near them after your comment and I said, they are fine, better than most other women of your age I would say, but I cant speak from experience. How about your lawn mowing lady, I said I never got that far with her.

By now we were both very grotty around the pelvic area. We had been having sex for over an hour and I had cum a few times into her, even though I had sucked her dry there was still more than enough to make a mess. Come on she said lets shower together, I am sure we can make that another experience and she took me by the hand and led me to a shower which was just a shower head near the pool and we both washed each other clean. Soaping each other up and me fingering her to clean her internally had her high again as I knew where the G spot and clit were and made sure they were not left out. She kissed me under the shower than I mounted her standing up and we had a knee trembler as she came much faster than ever before. She said you know the right spots don’t you, now I am even, as I hadn’t made it. I was standing there with my erection proudly displayed so she got down and gave me another wonderful mouth job. Its about time I had a bit of a clean up down there I have been letting my hair grow again as nobody sees it any more. She said what do you prefer and I said I like some left on it but not all shaved off. Good she said its all yours to do with what you like. She got a razor from the cabinet and said ok its all yours and she sat down on a lounge and I got between her legs which she has spread wide and I performed a barber job on her, removing most of her hair but keeping a small triangle, but inverted so it was upside down like an A not a V. It looked good on her. She said how often do you shave and I said do my balls bare and trim the other hair short. I must be due for another trim shortly. She said I want to do something I did to Ben and that’s shave you bare. Would you mind if I did it for you once. I said I have never tried it bare but I would do it for you, or let you do it if you wished. I have a lot to thank you for.  She then got down and shaved every hair from my pubic region and loved every moment of it as she handled my cock and balls with tender loving care, being careful not to nick me. I had to admit it looked cool, but I knew I would be itchy for a day or so, but she was worth it. Then she said if it gets itchy come over and I will scratch it for you. You and I are going to be lovers for some time now, I shouldn’t admit it, but you are the best fuck I have had including Ben believe me. He was good but you are great. He was the best of the men in the swinging circle and he was as popular with the women as I was with the men. Somehow I am glad I have broken my contact there, I wouldn’t want to go back to that, particularly as I have you for a while I hope. I said that remains to be seen, as much as I enjoy fucking you and Sue, I don’t want to be tied down so be prepared you may have to share me occasionally or one day part forever. She said not before I have a threesome with you and Sue. That will be mind blowing. I said shit you wouldn’t expect me to do it to you both in the same bed. She said at the moment I would do it with you and anybody else around including her. If it’s good enough for you to fuck her, then its good enough for you to fuck her mother. Somehow I don’t think Sue will agree but it will be a while before she is home and heaven knows what we will be doing then.

This happened 6 months ago and we are still fucking each other like rabbits. I regularly spend the night with her now and our marathon fucks are legendary. She has told Sue what is happening. Sue wrote back telling me I was a lecherous bastard and if I wanted her mother in preference to her then she will never sleep with me again. Time will tell.

          One enjoyable factor was that dancers not on stage circulated among the patrons and I often found a semi-nude dancer sliding into my lap and rubbing her breasts in the face or grinding their sex against mine trying to encourage a private dance.  Not being in much a mood to be teased into further arousal with no place to satisfy it I kindly deflected requests for a visit to the back rooms for a twenty-dollar private lap dance. 

          One woman slid into my lap whose large breasts were barely concealed behind a nearly transparent bikini top.  She was older than the other late teen, early twenties dancers, I would guess pushing 30 plus, but in spite of stretch marks on her breasts, there was something about her that appealed even though her face was plain.  Her hands guided mine to her crouch and in the dim light I pulled her bottom to the side and found a very wet pussy.  As far as I am concerned, real arousal in a woman is the most sexually stimulating thing there is and When she asked if I wanted a private lap dance I handed her a fifty and told her to keep the change when she paid the twenty for my private dance.

          I knew the rules in gentlemen’s clubs.  No contact from the man and only contact she engages in, the client’s hands not exploring the woman’s anatomy no matter how much you want to.  She paid for the dance and led me to a side room with a chair and pulled the curtain.  She reached down and felt my rapidly hardening cock through my pants and smiled.  Then she stripped and naked straddled my lap and began humping my cock the heat of her body transmitting through my jeans with no problem.  He full breasts hung in my face and she reached her hands up to guide the stiff nipples over my lips and naturally I opened my mouth and sucked, first one and then other, hearing her draw in her breath with pleasure as I manipulated her responsive and rapidly hardening tips.

          She stood and guide me to stand behind her encouraging my hands to explore every inch of her hot body moaning loudly her pussy so wet that her thighs not had juices running down them in streams, the smell of her hot vagina filling the small room.  I was stimulating her nipples, running my palms softly over her nipples while softly kneading her breasts and alternating this with very gentle twisting and tugging on her stiff, engorged nipples my cock a stiff lump in my jeans against her back. When she asked.

          “You’re married, aren’t you.”    

          “Yes.” I said a little taken aback at her bluntness.

          “Thought so.  You’re too good at pleasuring a woman to be single.”

          “That’s interesting.”  I replied.  “I though us old married men were considered uninteresting by hot young women.”

          “It depends most men married or otherwise aren’t worth a damn, but if they’ve learned to explore and really know a woman it shows in everything they do and especially when they fuck you.  Got kids?”

          “Yes. Three”

          “Planning any more?” She asked, gasping as my finger found entrance in me wet womanhood and began working in and out amid her wetness.”

          “No.  I fixed now so there is no chance of that.”

          “That’s what I mean about knowing women and it showing.  You got fixed.  Too many bastards want the woman to do everything.”

          This was already the most intimate and sexual lap dance I’d ever seen, but she turned around and knelt in front of me, opening my jeans and sucking my swollen member and then stood kissing me and whispering.  Don’t make very much noise.  This isn’t allowed. Then she knelt on the chair her back to me offering her body for my cock’s penetration.

          I hadn’t fucked someone other than my wife for 20 years but then woman’s body clung to me like a glove.  I could feel her labia clinging to my thick organ as I moved in and out of her pussy the only noise being my breathing, her soft sighs, and the sloppy wet sound of her wetness being played in by my manhood.  In just a couple of minutes I could feel the rhythmic contractions of her orgasm, her quiet sounds of pleasure and then a minute or two latter her relaxing into her post climax period and I happily fucked her using long strokes that brought ceaseless, but stifled moans.  In another few minutes I began to move faster and faster my cock now the master of her vagina, her organ forming perfectly about my organ of lust, while my hands cupped her soft breasts and her hands began rubbing her clit frantically as I neared my own climax.  I began pouring a huge load into her hot and willing body and hag contracted several times when she shuddered and came once more.

          At last we put ourselves back together.  And she whispered.  “I usually don’t do customers, I was just really…well you know.”

          I nodded and she continued.  “I’m off Friday.”

          “I’ve got a hot tub…”

          “Good, maybe I can get a couple of the other girls to join us.”

          I handed her a business card with my cell phone number and she smiled kissed me once more, then bounced out into the bar as if nothing had happened. 

          I watched as she headed for the dressing room and decided nothing could compare with what I had just seen and experienced so I headed home to await Friday.

 

 Comments or suggestions welcomed Thomascan06@yahoo.com

   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

She took it all in stride though. It was a part of the business and she was just happy to finally get a part of it.

For the most part, it was what she expected, but there were a lot of features from mainstream film that were also a part of porn that she wasn’t expecting, like the way they put make-up on her just before the sex scene. It made sense that they would want her to look good, but make-up wasn’t that important in normal sex so she never thought they’d take the time to do something like that just before some guy she’d never met shoved his dick down her throat.

“You did a good job your first day in the porn studio,” said the older man who was giving the interview.

His name was Jack. He was sitting next to the camera man out of the camera’s view in a director’s chair.

“Well, thank you!” said Sandy as if that was the first time anyone had told her that all day.

“You’re gonna be a regular here.”

“Oh, yeah? That’ll be fun,” she replied.

“You did really well today. That blowjob scene was fucking awesome.”

“Really?” she asked, still acting like no one had told her these things a dozen times earlier.

“I can tell you really love to suck cock.”

“I do. It’s awesome.”

“But do you know what I noticed?”

“What did you notice?” asked Sandy. Now it was getting interesting. He was finally saying something that she wasn’t expecting and it had her intrigued.

“Even when you were sucking cock, you had the wettest, juiciest, yummiest looking pussy. You get pretty wet easily, don’t you?”

“I guess,” was all Sandy could think to say. Both she and the interviewer giggled at how goofy her answer sounded. “I don’t really watch my pussy to see,” continued Sandy, and she burst into another laughing fit.

“Well, you get pretty messy. I saw you when you were coming when you were masturbating while you were sucking that cock. And you got really messy. So do you like your pussy licked?”

Sandy’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, a lot!” she replied.

“And played with?”

“Uh-huh”

“Tell me about this gushy thing that you do.”

Sandy was confused now. “What do you mean?”

“Where do you get all that juice from?”

“I don’t know. It just kinda happens.”

“Well, ya know, we wanna see more. We wanna do one more scene with you and I wanna see how wet I can get this pussy.”

Now he was talking her language. “Okay,” said Sandy trying to sound willing but not over excited.

Jack asked, “Do you think I could lick your pussy a little bit?”

Sandy was feeling more flattered than ever. A man from behind the scenes had gotten so turned on by her that he wanted to be in front of the camera just to have sex with her. That was a bigger compliment than any compliment that could ever come out of a person’s mouth.

“I think that’d be great. You’re cute,” replied Sandy.

He instructed her to take her top off. He wanted to see her naked.

She wasted no time in getting it off. She hooked her thumbs at the bottom and lifted it over her head, revealing two small tits with pink nipples. Sandy commented on the fact that he had already seen her naked a lot today as she squeezed her tits together.

He didn’t respond. He told her to stand up and keep going. He wanted to get her out of that skirt. He was dying to see her pussy again.

Once she was naked, he told her to sit back down, but with her pelvis all the way forward so that her ass was on the edge of the casting couch. He approached her.

He spread her bald pussy lips wide open to show the moisture and pinkness and tightness to the camera. He was right. She had a great looking twat.

“Can I lick your pussy and get you all slimy wet again?” he asked.

She said, “Yes, if I’m naked, you have to be naked.”

“What do you mean I have to get naked? I’m shy,” he joked.

“I don’t care,” said Sandy. “I’m naked.”

“Well, okay. Anything for the cause. But just don’t suck my dick like you did the other guy because you sucked it raw.”

She started laughing. There was some more bullshitting and joking for the camera but they eventually got down to business once Jack had gotten all his clothes off.

He spread the pussy lips and eyed them for a few moments. He liked the way her cunt looked. It was like he was memorizing every fold and curve. Then he started sucking the clit.

Sandy’s whole body tensed up. A low moan escaped her mouth.

Jack started sucking harder as he used his tongue to stroke her clit in small circles. Sandy moaned louder with each passing minute, but she never got too loud or lost control. She was just relaxing and enjoying the feel of this man’s magic tongue. It felt so good.

Jack’s suction was getting stronger. After a while he was slurping really loud on her pussy.

He would pause every now and then, sit up, and take a look at it. It was getting soaked, just how he liked it, just how he remembered it from the blowjob shoot earlier.

“It just keeps getting juicier and juicier,” Jack said.

Sandy was on the verge of losing it. Her upper body continued to buck a little. She was having spasms that she couldn’t control. Her leg was twitching too. She’d had so many baby orgasms.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pussy this wet in a long time,” Jack said. Then he clamped down on her clit and sucked with all his might.

“Ohhhh!” yelled Sandy.

Her pussy was oversensitive. It responded to every movement.

“Oh, yeah! Lick my clit!” she screamed as her legs continued to twitch and squirm. “I wanna suck your cock too.”

“Oh, you do?” said Jack.

Normally that would’ve been good news, but he was enjoying sucking on her young, sweet, juicy twat so much that getting his dick sucked was the farthest thing from his mind. He almost started to complain about it, but then he said, “Can I play with your pussy while you suck my dick?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, and it was on.

Sandy slouched further on the casting couch to get her head lower. Jack knelt on the couch so his cock would be level with her face.

Her right hand came up and grabbed it just before she latched her lips around it. She started sucking as she stroked his prick in sync with her sucking movements.

Jack’s cock was hard but he didn’t seem to be paying the blowjob any mind. Instead, he had leaned to his left and was busy fingering her clit.

He said, “Your pussy does get wetter when you suck dick. I noticed that today.”

Her cunt was starting to gush. It was so wet that it shined now, and if you looked close enough, which Jack was doing, you could actually see small streams of pussy juice flowing out.

It was crazy how much Sandy liked to suck dick. She was moaning more now than she was when she was getting her pussy sucked.

She was one of those women that Jack and his crew referred to as Christmas Givers. They got more joy from giving than receiving.

“That’s it,” said Jack as she was gulping down mouthfuls of his cock and slurping all the way. “Get that pussy nice and wet for me.”

“Oh, I wanna cum so bad!” she screamed.

“I want you to cum all over my face with that wet pussy,” said Jack.

“Oh yeah!”

He went down on her. His cock was still in her face but he was flexible enough to twist his upper body far enough to get his mouth back where he wanted it to be.

He started sucking her some more, and now that Sandy had experienced the joy of giving head, it made the pussy licking seem that much better. Her body was that much more alive.

Her legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they reflexively spread wide and continued to have occasional spasms. Her pussy was convulsing too and hot cunt juice spooed into Jack’s eagerly awaiting mouth. Her twat was blazing with tingles.

“Oh, god, I’m so close! Ohhhh!!” screamed Sandy. “Ohhh!!!! Oh, god, I’m about to cum! I’m gonna cum; I wanna sit on you.”

It sounded freaky, which was right up Jack’s alley, but he had no idea what Sandy had in store for him. He lay on the casting couch and Sandy lay on top with her ass cheeks on his chest and her sweet pussy so close to Jack’s face.

Jack teased her pussy by fondling her clit and licking along tender split. He’d alter his movements based on her reactions—the moans that came from her mouth or the way her body shook with excitement when he touched the right places—and after a while her whole pelvic region began to tremble.

“OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed.

A huge burst of cum shot from her pussy and hit Jack square in the mouth. It was clear and very thick. It took Jack’s breath away for a second, likewise with the rest of the crew who were filming it all. Fluids were spilling from her sweet hole and literally poured all over Jack’s face and chest.

She was squirming and moaning a lot, her own cum substituting as a lubricant making her soft ass slide around on Jack’s chest. I swear everyone in the studio had hard-ons and wet pussies.

“Yeah, cum all over my face,” said jack as he continued licking cum from her pussy and ass while he fondled her swollen clit.

It would have gone on longer than it did, but Sandy made him stop touching her. She became extra sensitive after a messy orgasm like that one. She couldn’t handle any more.

“Well, can I cum all over that wet pussy?” asked Jack.

“Yeah, I would love that.”

Jack slid out from under her. It was easy because his chest was so slick with female cum. It left him sitting up, still in between Sandy’s legs, but with his cock pointed straight at her pussy as he masturbated.

“Cum on my wet pussy,” she pleaded.

He kept stroking and staring at her twat. He loved how wet it was and he kept thinking about the way she came like a man. Damn, that was such a turn-on.

Before long, ropes of sticky cum started shooting from his dick. All of it found its mark, plastering Sandy’s pink twat in man juice.

When he was done, he started rubbing in all over with his cock. He made sure to rub some inside the pussy lips. He wanted his genes all over Sandy.

It was a fun day. They’d had so many good shoots, but nothing could compare to that one and it wasn’t even a planned shoot.

That’s how it was in the porn industry. You never knew what was going to happen. There’s a surprise around every corner and Sandy was so happy to have her foot—and ass, tits, and pussy—in the door.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I want you now!” he whispered.  “I’ve missed you these last couple of weeks while I was in Taiwan,” he added.

 

“Oh?  Really?” she asked with a smile.

 

He nodded with a grin, “Absolutely!” he said as he let his hand slide down caressing over her perfect breast, lightly teasing her nipple then sliding it down to her thigh and under the skirt she was wearing.

 

“I’ve missed you too.” She stated, with a grin of her own, as his hand slid farther up her thigh to find she was wearing only thigh-high stockings and a wispy thin silk g-string underneath.

 

With a smile that belied his desires, Eric drove the last couple of blocks as fast as possible, pulling into the driveway of the apartment complex and then flying thru the gate.  “I think I’m going to have to fuck you on the stairs.  If we’re lucky maybe we can make it to the big chair,” he said with a grin and a gleam in his eye, as his fingers slowly stroked her thru the thin material between her legs.  He could feel the warm heat building there as he pulled into the garage and came to a stop.  He leaned over, finally able to let go of the wheel and pulled her close again, kissing her deeply, his other hand now free to wander over her body and then come to rest on her small but firm breast.  “God I love your titties” he whispered huskily as he pulled away briefly, only to come back to kiss her again seconds later.

 

Eric could feel her hands on him now, lightly teasing his nipples as they kissed, then her had slid down between his legs.  He knew she could feel his hardness through his jeans.  He grinned again.  “I told you I missed you!”

“That must be terribly uncomfortable.  I’m going to have to help you with that aren’t I,” Patti asked.

“I’m afraid so.  It could lead to my early death if you don’t!” he said with a laugh.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to have THAT on my conscience, ‘she said with a smile.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Eric stepped out of the car and came around to help Patti out.  As she stepped out he pulled her close, kissing her.  He felt her lean into his arms and he held her tightly, kissing her deeply, passionately.  He let his hands roam over her body, his left hand caressing the nape of her neck, his right sliding over her hips and buttocks before working up to cup her left breast firmly but gently.  He could feel her nipple harden as he teased it through her sweater.  His left hand slid down from her neck to her other breast and began teasing that nipple now as they continued to kiss, tongues entwined.  His right hand found its way back between her legs again.  He peeled the thin material aside and slid two fingers up and down over her warm, wet pussy.  Patti moaned softly as he spread her wetness up and down.  “Lets get in the house,” he whispered as he took her by the hand and led her out of the garage and inside.  As the garage door came down and the door out closed he stopped and pulled her to him again.

“I want you right here, right now,” he said as they stood at the base of the stairs leading up into the apartment.

He kissed her again, a long slow deep kiss.  As he did, he reached behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding it off, exposing her small, perfect titties.  He caressed the exposed skin with his hands and then leaned forward and began licking and sucking on her sensitive nipples.

With a smile, he unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.  He then lowered himself till he was sitting on a step.  He reached behind her, placing his hands on her buttocks and guided her forward slightly.  Using his left hand he peeled the damp fabric of her thong aside, exposing the pink wetness of her pussy.  He softly inhaled her scent, enjoying it.  He could feel his body react, his cock throbbing in his jeans as he began to kiss and then lick her warm, wet pussy. 

He started with long slow licks up and down her cleft, then moved to small circles over her sensitive clit.  He heard her breathing increase and then a soft moan, barely audible.  He smiled as she pressed herself into him, grinding her pussy against his tongue.  He applied a small amount of suction against her clit now, simultaneously licking up and down over it.  This caused her to moan a bit louder. 

He lifted his right hand from her buttock and, using one finger to start, began to slowly penetrate her very wet opening.  He then slid a second finger inside.  This caused yet another soft moan.

 

Eric pulled back and looked up into Patti’s eyes with a smile.  “You’re very wet now”, he said softly, grinning.  “I want you on top of me, I want to see you and feel you cum” he added.

“Oh…I don’t know if you’re ready yet…I’d better check,” she said, and then she guided him to standing, undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.  He helped her slide them down and kicked them off.  She smiled to see he had nothing on underneath them, as his cock stood out.  “Hmm…you seem ready…but I’m not quite convinced,” she said and then she lowered herself down with a smile. 

She opened her mouth and slowly took his cock in it.  She heard him moan lightly “oh yes…” as she did.  It gave her quite a rush to hear that.  She sucked and licked his cock, taking it all the way in her mouth, sliding her tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock.  She could feel it throbbing, full and hard in her mouth.

Patti pulled back and looked up “I think you’re ready now,” she said.

Eric sat down on the stairs, his legs spread wide.  She lowered herself down onto his hard cock straddling him.  Once she had him all the way in, Patti began sliding herself up and down, slowly at first, then faster.

She loved fucking him this way.  She needed to cum badly, and she never could deny herself that in this position…it felt too damn good!

“Cum for me baby” he said softly as she rode his cock.  He reached up and teased her nipples.  He loved watching her as she got closer and closer to cumming.  He could feel her pussy squeezing tighter around him.

“Oh yes!” she moaned as she thrust herself hard and faster on his cock.  Eric began meeting her strokes with those of his own, driving his cock harder and faster inside her. 

That was all Patti could take. 

Eric felt her pussy squeeze around him, as though she was locking him inside her as she came.  He smiled, thrilled to have been able to feel her cum and know she was enjoying him so much.

Patti collapsed on top of him.  Eric held her on top of him for a while, loving the feeling of her skin against his, his still hard cock buried deep within her, the sensitive intimacy of the moment was something he treasured greatly.

As her breathing came back to normal, Patti sat up, “I want you behind me now, I want to feel you cum in me that way,” she said as she pulled herself off of him.

Eric sighed briefly as he felt the cool air on his cock, he wanted to get back inside her instantly. 

Patti turned and faced up the stairs and got on her hands and knees.  She felt Eric step behind her and then she felt his hardness pressing into her once again, then he began fucking her.

 

 She loved it when he was like this!  She closed her eyes and felt him thrusting in her, slowing occasionally but then going faster and faster.  She knew he couldn’t last long but God it felt good!  She could feel his hands on her hips, holding her tight as he fucked her.   She felt her second orgasm building inside her and just hoped she could get there.

She felt his fingers tightening on her hips and knew he was almost there.  He was thrusting faster and harder now, exactly what she needed too.

Eric could tell she was close to cumming again.  He wanted her to get there before he came but he knew it was going to be close.  He reached up and caressed her nipple with his right hand and tried to slow himself down a little.  He took a deep breath and placed his hand back on her hip, thrusting faster again. 

“Oh…yes!” she moaned as he sent her over the edge again, cumming.

Eric smiled as he felt her pussy squeeze down tightly around him again as she came.  That was all he could take!  She was SOO tight, so warm and wet…

He thrust himself deep into her and came.  In his mind it felt like an explosion!  He thrust himself into her a few more times as he came in her,  his juices mixing with hers in the process.  He collapsed against her briefly but then caught himself with his hands.  He didn’t want to move though.  He loved being inside of Patti and hated the feeling of sliding out of her.  He didn’t want it to end yet!  The smell of sex in the air was quite tangible…he loved it!  He leaned forward and kissed her at the nape of her neck

“Thank you crazy girl…you’re incredible. 

 

I want to take you to the bedroom and start all over now!” he said with a grin.

“I think that’s a good idea, but lets get a shower and a little food…then I can have you for desert” she said with a wicked little smile.

“Sounds like a perfect plan to me!  I want to make love to you all night long!  I’ve missed you these last two weeks…and you have to help me so I don’t die young” he laughed.

“Lets go lover…I’m not done with you yet” she said over her shoulder as she led him by the hand up into the apartment.

 

As she falls asleep, the man she wants so much is here, he is lying next to her. Touching her like she has never been touched. He starts at her neck, kissing, nibbling, as he move down her body the passion is growing between them. He stops just inside her thigh, pausing to tease her with his tongue licking at her clit. The moment she has been waiting for, as he begins to eat her sweet, wet pussy. She moans as she wants more, just a she is about to cum, he stops. Moving very slowly up her body with his tongue.

 

He teases her with the head of his cock, rubbing her thighs, and then the clit. She can not take anymore. She must have him inside her. She must feel him. She has wanted him to fuck her since the dreams started. As he entered her pussy, the feeling was intense. Thrusting deeper, and harder, she was to that point once again. As he pumped his cock in and out of her she came with such intensity she became numb.

 

The hard, pounding fucking seemed to please her with such passion. She never wanted this dream to end. The man she was dreaming about night after night was there fucking her, making her feel like a woman again.

 

She moans, begging him to fuck her harder. He wishes to take his time, making this all worth her while. And he does.

 

He works his cock with such perfection; the motions are perfectly timed with each thrust. His cock feels so good inside her pussy, as her cum is making her wetter and wetter.

 

He moves his tongue down to her pussy once again, licking, sucking, and nibbling at her clit. She wants to explode as he sticks this tongue inside her. “FUCK ME, FUCK ME” she cries.  Over and over he taunts her pussy with his tongue. She wants him inside again.

 

Thrusting his cock back inside of her, slowly getting deeper and deeper. She has never felt this way. Who is he? Who could he be? The moment has reached the ultimate climax. He is thrusting his cock hard and deep making her cum once again.  She begs him to never stop.

 

It is morning again, as she lays nude in the bed she is startled to realize this is not a dream……

 

 

But a REALITY!

 

 

Wet With Love,

 

Shayne

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tonight wasn't any different.  I'd been drinking lots to cope with the fact that I had a hot chick in my house and I couldn't touch her.  I crept into the living area and tonight was my lucky night.  She'd thrown the sheet off her and I could see where her short PJs had riden up and I could clearly see her pussy.  I wanted to walk forward and put my finger in it and lick it but I didn't dare.  Instead i stood there stroking my dick until I was about to shoot then I ran to the bathroom.

I got into bed and slept dreaming of kate sucking my dick.  I woke up the next morning, rubbed the sleep from my eyes and walked to the kitchen. Of course I was naked and I started to make coffee.  Then I heard a voice say, "good morning, I didn't expect you up yet!"

It was Kate, how the hell did I forget she was here!  She started to walk into the kitchen - "NO" I shouted.  she asked why and I told her I'd forgotten she was there and I had no clothes on.

She commented that my dick wasn't the first one she'd seen and she hoped to god it wasn't the last one she'd see so what was the problem?  What was the problem?  She had PJs on that were so short I could see everything, I was naked and had a huge boner - that was the problem!!!!!

I moved around the kitchen with my back to her and my hard dick facing the cupboards.  I was at the microwave up the corner when she asked me to step back so she could get in the cupboard.  It was an awkward moment and I said I couldn't.  Why not she asked. Because I said.  Because why she asked.

I thought shit she's going to see me soon enough so I stepped back and said, "because of this!"  She looked down and stared at my dick.  I'm not bragging but I'm pretty big down there - 9 inches and 6 inches around and it was standing to attention in her honor.

She looked me in the eye and said that she had no idea.  I apologised and said sorry.  She took a step forward and told me not to be sorry then she totally shocked me.

She got down on her knees and took my dick in her mouth.  She licked it as thought it was an icey melting, then she took as much of me in her mouth as she could and started to suck.  God I'd dreamt about this for so long was this really happening?  She moved her mouth and said, "just one question.  can you cum more than one time?  I want to suck you dry but I want this big dick in my pussy, I'm sooo wet, can you do it?"

Was she joking?  I could cum as many times as she wanted me too.  I said, "yes I can cum more than once," and she went to work on my dick again.  I could feel my balls start to tighten so I grabbed her head and pushed my dick further into her mouth and exploded.  She swallowed every drop.

She stood up and for the first time I kissed her while my hand went up her top and massaged her tits.  They filled me hands. I took her top off and sucked on her nipples then slipped her bottoms down her legs.  she slipped out of them and i dug my hand into her pussy while rubbing her clit with my thumb.  She started to grind against my hand and moan.  I thought that the kitchen wasn't the best place to be doing this but I tried to pull my hand away and she wouldn't let me.  I got down on my knees and dove into her pussy, licking her clit then her hole.  Her juices were flowing and I was lapping them up.  She started to moan really loudly and put my head into the vice of her thighs and she orgasmed for about 2 minutes.

I stood up and kissed her so that my juices and her juices mixed together in our mouths.

"I want you to fuck me now.  Make me wet and make me cum hard with that big dick of yours. I can't believe how big it is."

I didn't need to be told twice.  i turned her around, bent her over the kitchen counter and positioned my cock at her pussy lips.  I rammed it into her and started to pound her hard.  I slipped my hands around to cup one tit with one hand and rub her clit with the other.  This was sooooo hot.  when I felt like I was going to shoot my load I grabbed her hips and almost withdrew then slammed it back into her.  she was telling me to shove that big dick into her wet pussy and making lots of noise.  this was sweet - I shot my load as she came hard.  She gripped my dick inside of her with her pussy muscles while I shot load after load into her.

I pulled out of her, turned her around and kissed her hard on the lips.  She asked why we hadn't done that before.  Search me!!!!

We both showered seperately and were getting dressed in the bedroom.   I asked her if this meant we were together and she said what do you think?

I was just putting my dick into my jockey shorts.  As I said I'm quite big down there so I have to position my dick just right.  I was adjusting my dick and looked up to see Kate looking at me.  "You do that very well," she said, "I never knew you were so big."  I smiled and started to rub my dick through the material so that it began to get hard.  You've seen it like this before underneath my jeans, I told her.  Whenever we'd been out I'd drop you off and get hard.  Sometimes I'd make it home to jack off, other times I'd have to slip my dick out and jack off on the way home!"

"That's funny," she said because every time you left me I'd go in the house, get out my vibrator and pretend you were fucking me.  But I didn't realise I should have had a bigger vibrator!!"

We laughed and she moved towards me.  My dick was straining against my shorts.  She opened the front and my dick sprang out.  "how are we ever going to get anywhere when you have this thing in your pants?" she said.

I laughed, pushed her down on the bed and lifted her legs over my shoulders.  I put my dick into her waiting pussy and gently moved my hips backwards and forwards.  I was almost pulling out of her and then pushing it right back in.

It didn't take long for her to cum but I wasn't ready.  We moved positions and she sat on top of me.  she rode me like a mechanical bull until I bucked and shot my load into her.

That was two years ago and we still have to stop at the strangest of places to pleasure each other.  she likes to sleep with my dick in her hand - we don't get much sleep!!!! 

Maybe if you want to read more I can tell you where we'd got all sexed up, hot and steamy?

She then noticed my hard on and pulled off the covers and my gown.  "You wont be needing those tonight."  My hard on was sticking straight up like a flag pole.  I look over her body to see her wearing a tight little nurses uniform which accentuates her beautiful C cup breast.  She can see that I am looking her over so she turns around to let me see her nice bubble butt.  She turns back around with lust in her eyes and puts her head over my cock and gently licks the tip and makes me shudder.  She licks around the whole head then quickly inhales my dick.  While her head is bobbing up and down on my dick I put my hand on her ass.  When she feels my hand on her ass, she lifts her skirt and moves my hand between her legs.  I feel that she is not wearing any panties so I move my hand up and put my finger on her hot pussy. I feel her shake when I touch her pussy so I start to rub in between her pussy lips.  I then slip a finger into her pussy and I can feel her moaning on my dick and she starts sucking harder and faster.  I am moving my finger in and out of her pussy slow at first, then I start to go faster and she loves it.  She takes her mouth off my dick to say " I wish I could fuck you right now, I am so fucking horny."  She then continues to suck my dick and I start fingering her so  fast, she is moving her hips to my finger.  I can feel her start to shake and I know she is about to come. She cried out in an earth shattering orgasm which sends me into one myself and she swallows every drop on cum I give her.  We kiss and she cleans me up and dresses me  and then leaves. 

part three coming soon

 

I had a petite body and worse I had a figure like a boy, a young boy at that.  I was 32-28-32.  My breasts are more flat than raised and only my nipples stood out to prove they were there at all.  Since I had been alone most of my life, I had learned to take pleasure in playing with them.  I would allow my vacuum cleaner hose to be my lover and a pair of clothes pins to be their fingers.  I would use them to tease myself and make me hotter as I fantasized about having someone else to please me.  I made a wheel that I could peddle and placed soft pliable rubber nipples from bottles on it, and then I would pretend it was the mouth that devoured me as I spun it between my legs.  Sometimes when I was really hot I used my broom handle or plunger handle to tease my insides. 

 

So was my existence in this lonely existence.  It was meager and poor and desolate as well.  Then one day I began to explore around my countryside.

 

I knew the nearest neighbor I had was two miles south of me back towards the small town.  The other directions I knew of an old abandoned house and nothing more within four miles.  So I pranced out a trail through the dense woods until I came to a barb wire fence.  That told me someone had at least been here before.

 

It was early that Tuesday morning, I was wearing a pair of cut off jeans so short that had my ass been more than flat it would have bulged out the back sides.  I had a cut off t-shirt that was white and plain and fell below my flat breast.  Under those I had nothing but desire.  I strolled up to the fence and gazed into a thicket and as I spied around I saw it was the back of an old graveyard. 

 

I skidded inside the loose runs of jagged wire and as I did my shirt caught at the back and snagged a large piece of it.  I stood up and looked at the two inch piece of cloth dangling on the rusted wire and sort of wished it had yanked it off me instead.  Then I walked around the stones that were very old, most had dates before the turn of the last century well over a hundred years ago.  As I slunk up the small ridge I was looking for the entrance when I came upon an old stone building, a tomb.  It was in the center and stood nearly nine feet tall and was twice as long and wide as high.  The iron bars over the front of it had fallen to one side and the interior was easily accessible.  I peered in and saw what looked like a stone pedestal and two old coffins on it.  Another pedestal barren was beside it and I could see torches mounted on the walls but the back of it was black and dark.

 

So I scurried further into the graveyard to explore there first and when I topped the small hill in front of me, I was greeted by the dense woods again.  The gate at the entrance had been overgrown by vines and weeds and I could see nothing except trees and brush.

 

The barb wire fence around it had gaps missing and rolled up and I knew that this place had been abandoned like me.  So I slowly waltzed around and as I did the morning sun grew warm overhead and I became hot outside and in.

 

I was making my way all around the three acres that were taken up by it, maybe more, and as I did I found myself dreaming that one of these in this place were alive maybe even a ghost, and I found my hands slowly caress my lower breast and nipples a few times.  I had made my way to a stone that was nearly as tall as I was, and as I rested and looked up to the nearly cloudless blue sky, I pulled up my top and dropped it onto the stone I leaned on, and the felt the air on my bare breasts.  It made me want to do more, so I unsnapped my shorts and placed them on top of my shirt and stood upright slightly parting my legs so my hand could dabble inside my thighs.

 

I was dabbling with throwing myself on the ground when a brisk cooling wind flew over me.  It was so refreshing and strong that I lost my balance and fell face first down.  I raised myself to my knees and let its cool winds flow over in and around my bottom.

 

I stayed in that position for a long time, and I rested on my face as I allowed my fingers to tease and twist my nipples harshly while the wind caressed my ass.  Then as I felt my inner desires building my fingers slid downward and I began to taunt myself into frenzy.  The next thing I knew I had a finger inside my pussy and one in my asshole probing at the same time until I came loudly.  I howled like a pup in heat and I was just that, a Bitch in search of sex.

 

When I came I reared myself upright and walked back to the stone, but just as I was about to take my clothes and leave I saw the tomb again.  This time it called to me.  I mean I felt a desire like nothing I ever knew to walk right in naked and I had no ideal why.

 

I bravely walked up the ridge to it and dashed inside the opening and as I did I was drawn to empty pedestal and once there my hot flesh was tossed onto the cold dusty stone of it.  The chill made me shiver and cry out until my hands found a nipple and my clit.  I fingered my pussy like mad.  I tweaked my nipples until I yelled from it and as I did I had the hottest deepest orgasm ever.  The wave of pleasure flowed from through and all over me for many, many long moments.  I was jittering as I started to climax and I shuttered and yelped madly as I came again and again.  Then as my wave subsided I sat up on my elbows and began to gaze around.  My eyes which I had closed during my lusting had now become accustomed to the dimness.  The walls of gray were block and rough and adorned with only three torches held by metal grips.  They looked usable and still able to work as I examined them and the two drab brown coffins beside me less than two feet away.  They rested side by side both faded bronze and maybe iron rusted by time.  I looked at them and began to wonder what the skeletons of those who had died would look like.  I was still hot but not nearly as hot as when I came in there as I stood up and moved close enough to place my hand on the outside one.

 

I was just about to run when I heard a sort of growling that made me shiver and freeze.  My heart raced as I was sure it was coming from an angry guest inside the coffin, and as I moved away quickly I fell back on the empty pedestal spilling my body and throwing my legs wide apart.  In fear I trembled as I heard the sound grow closer.  Then as I felt tears fall from my eyes the head of a big black dog appeared and right between my legs.  It was big, some sort of short haired large dog.  It was black with a small brown stripe on its head and while it seemed friendly I was still so scared by the thought of the ghost that I just froze and spoke not a word.  It reared up on the pedestal using its front paws to support itself as I trembled on and on.  I couldn’t speak nor move and as I stayed froze it began to sniff at my body.  First it sniffed my feet and legs and then upward until its snout rested between my legs.

 

I looked at it intently and as I slowly came to realize there was no ghost it seemed to enjoy spouting hot blast from its nostrils onto my very wet hot box.  I was about to rise to pet it as a rough wet slobbering tongue lapped my right outer fold and then left outer lip.  That feeling threw me for a loop and made me squeal with desire and howl with pleasure.  The beast was eager to explore me as my salty extract was leaking and as it did again, I felt myself begin to cream heavy.  The more I drained and seeped the deeper and more the dog licked in my pussy.  I reclined fully and widened my legs for it and then as it lapped my pussy I twisted my nipples and soon as I had before, I was nearing an endless wave of pleasure.  The dog seemed not to mind me howling but rather he would sniff and lick harder and faster as I did it, until I came for the first time ever in a squirting gush of fluid.  It felt like hot piss that made me tingle forever and the dog lapped it like water from a bowl.  I was now in a tangled web within myself as I knew it wasn’t right to be here and do this and as I pondered its merit, the beast rose up as I moved my box closer to the edge by sliding my hips forward.  I felt it lift and the pedestal was at the perfect height for it as the two foot lift placed my wet hole in perfect sink for his cock that had grown upright red and stiff to insert it inside me.  The beast slammed itself in me so quickly that I had no time to deny it.  Once in me I wanted it to stay.

 

The dog knew that I wanted to be fucked, and it did everything it could to accommodate me.  When the beast thrust harder and harder I felt its first wave escape and my endless wave grew larger and flushed hotter fluids from me and on it.  The dog continued until I felt a second wave then it rested long enough to lick lap and lustfully eat away the drained parts of me. 

 

I did not think it was over but when it finished it raced away out the opening as if called by its master.  I was so hot that I tried to right myself but was worn from my fist sexual experience and was only able to get to the door as the beast disappeared over the ridge.

 

I wobbled up the small rise to the crest but could only hear faint rustling sounds from the dense woods in front of me.  Standing beside the stone where I left my clothes I gathered them and walked back down and past the tomb before I paused and reflected on what I had done, felt and experienced that day.  I could see the sun was now far into the west and nearing sundown as I reluctantly started home.  I walked so slowly that the sun setting behind the trees had fully set before I reached home.  I dropped my shorts and shirt on the back porch before I realized I had walked naked the entire way.  So keeping in the spirit I bathed and then had a small meal before I snuggled into bed.

 

My clock showed eleven as I placed my head on the pillow, and as the minutes slowly passed, I felt drawn almost summoned to return then and there to where my animal lover had taken me. 

 

I got up and slid on a pair of flip flops and gathered a pack of matches and nothing else.  I walked back in the darkness drawn by the desires inside me and somehow after a few flawed attempts I found the rear of the cemetery and entered it.

 

It was a moonless night, and overcast and yet still warm.  In the far western sky I began to hear rumbles of thunder as I walked towards the now dark structure.  The cool grass was littered with hard stones and one of them extracted my right shoe so I left the other with it.  Now bare and horny I entered the tomb.

 

 I held the matchbook in my hands and slowly struck one and inched towards the torch after I lit it I then repeated the process until all three were flickering brightly.  The room was still eerie and spooky looking and as I spied around the dark front opening flickered with light of its own.  I stood there playing with myself for a few seconds when I felt the strong urge to step out into the night and enjoy the storm now approaching naked.

 

I made my way to the tall stone on the ridge and watched as lightening flashed closer and thunder echoed loudly.  When the rains began to fall I lifted up my head and let it wash over me and then as the cool air replaced the hot humid air my nipples came erect.  My hands bathed my body in the rain and as the storm grew stronger small hail stones began to strike me.

 

I allowed them to hit me and I even leaned my body backwards over the head stone and opened my legs for it to strike my inner folds, which it did.  Each whack and touch was shockingly erotic and made me tingle and quiver in pain and pleasure until I was shuttering into an orgasm.  The icy shower lasted a few minuets only yet it was enough to send me to a blissful state of mind.  Then as the heavy down pour washed over me, I found myself wallowing on the drenched ground rolling over and sliding along it.  I stood and allowed it to wash away the muddy parts of my body before I returned to the shelter of the tomb.

 

Inside it the winds had extinguished all but one torch and instead of relighting them, I moved to settle on the pedestal and use the one light to pleasure myself.  I was teasing and taunting my nipples as I felt a stronger desire than before to gaze inside the coffin beside me.  I stood up and slid my hands along the outer edges until I found the clasp to open it with.  I was full of fear at first but as I unlocked one and then the other I suddenly began to grow braver.  I had to apply a lot of pressure on the final clasp to open and when I did the lid sprang up and open and there to my fearful eyes were the remains of woman.  She was rotted to her bones almost and her dress a dingy cold gray had a pale yellow collar.  She looked to be very old but as I looked inside I felt a presence with me.  I slammed the lid and when I did I heard the faint huff of a beast.  It was an exhale from a snout and a sound I was hoping to hear, and when I saw his dark head enter inside the tomb, I moved to the pedestal and parted my legs and called him sweetly.

 

He snorted and gently moved forwards toward me until I could feel his warmth graze my ankle and as he sniffed his ways closer, I eased myself back and wider open.  His hot breath found my inner folds wet from water and cream and slowly he sniffed and licked me until I began to feel as I had before.  His large rough tongue was flowing up inside me with ease and with great appreciation as I began to whimper and coo and sort of howl for him.

 

I felt his mouth slobber in me and a wave of hot cream from me covered his wagging tongue fully sending him into a heightened state of want as well.  It seemed to make him more desirable of my cream as well, and when I flowed freely like a fountain, his lapping increased to a fever pitch.  I was shrieking with appreciation and desire as his body suddenly rose upward and as I pushed myself to the edge fully he pushed his cock inside me.  He worked me over again and again and again until I felt so many waves and bursting gushes from both of us that I lost count.  I would gush fully followed by his hot cream blasting inside me.  Then after so long a time that the storm had faded and the first light of day struck, he retreated and raced once more from the room.

 

I was ready this time and as he fled I gave chase, and followed him from a distance.  He led me back down the pathway from the entrance to a small creek.  Then across the water we raced and it led up a long trail to open meadow and into the back of a small farm house.  I waited and watched by the edge of the woods as the dog danced around the back door.  A woman in her mid to late fifties was carrying a small pan of food and as she sat it down the dog lapped it up.  She stroked his back and head a few times before she moved away and examined her small flower garden.

 

She was about 5’5” 145 pounds, salt and pepper gray hair with black streaks, dressed normal for her age she wore an old faded blue dress that did little to show her true nature.  She seemed happy and friendly and had I been dressed I would have walked up and introduced myself then.  She walked around the yard watering her flowers with a small metal can and as she leaned over once I saw her hands caress under her dress.  She slipped up towards the rear right cheek of her bottom and then extracted it out and as I watched her, I dreamed.

 

I stayed there for nearly a full hour hidden behind the safety of trees.  She watered her entire yard then I saw her move inside and when she came out she was carrying a basket of clothes and wearing only a smile.  Her semi pale naked body exposed two very saggy but well formed breast.  I could see her crotch was shaven neatly and her ass though big and dimpled seemed well formed as well.  She seemed to move around for me, as if she knew I was there.  She hung her dress on the line and then her other things and slowly she carried the empty basket back into the house.  I watched her naked flesh move away and I found myself wondering what it would be like to be with a woman.  I never dreamed about it until this day but now I wanted to know.  The woman didn’t stay inside long but returned naked again with a blanket that she placed under a tree.  She reclined on it and suddenly I watched her play with her ample tits and caress her inner folds as I did the same from the woods.  She was fondling herself like mad just as the dog moved to her and as she placed her legs wide apart, I witnessed the beast do to her body what he had done to me.  That settled it, as far as I was concerned, I knew then and there that I had to approach her.  I slowly moved towards them as the dog sank his mouth fully inside her parted legs and when she began to howl and coo I had made my way to within five feet of her.  I was naked and hot and in lust forever and as I stood there I tried to form the right words in my mind.

 

Suddenly she spoke out with, “Child come here and feast upon me.”

 

I dropped to my knees and crawled up beside her and after a long starring pause, I sank my mouth to hers and we kissed as our hands found each others nipples.  Her were longer and more erect and as I twisted them she returned the favor.  I had never kissed anyone before this and as I was a fast learner she easily showed me how.  Her mouth danced with mine until I felt my breast drawn to it and as she sank on one her fingers made a way between my wet hot crotch and entered me fully.

 

The dog had begun lapping her wet pussy even faster as mine was drawn to her very oral mouth.  She licked me into a hot wave of lusting cream and as I drained in her mouth she tormented my nipples with her fingers and my pussy with her tongue.  My virgin wet hole was now a plaything for her amusement and I knew it, as I rested it on her mouth and to her credit she accepted it and kept me in that position for three unforgettable explosions of my pussy.  Then she flipped me on my back and lifting my legs upward and wide she sat her doggy wet crotch on my lips and ground it on my face as she allowed her dog to eat then fuck me.  This went on until he retreated to rest and then she devoured me again and again.  We ate each other through six climaxes for her and three more for me before we also collapsed on the very wet blanket.

 

As she snuggled up beside me, her soft warm voice said, “Now little doll, my name is Amanda, what is yours sugar?”

 

“Tina,” I said meekly as my eyes twinkled while I looked up at her, and added, “I am so happy to meet you.”

 

That was eight years ago.  We are still together and instead of living in one house, we meet nightly at the tomb and there we have sex with Butch her dog for endless hours of lust and love.

 

 

I got the bikes off her and laid her down on the grass but she had torn her shorts on the seat and they were just hanging by her waist belt. Her pants had been ripped off although her bikini pants were still intact but had been dragged down revealing much of her pubic hair.. Her T shirt was also ripped open on one side. She was bleeding from somewhere as I could see blood on her T shirt.

I washed her face with my water bottle and attempted to revive her. She was still out cold. Then I went looking for the blood as she was still bleeding. It was under her T shirt so I ripped what was left of it off and found a wound on her side. The force had also torn her bra catch so while is virtually covered her breasts it was not very effective.  I removed that too in order to get to the wound. She had small but beautiful well shaped firm breasts, I guessed she was about 17 or 18. I washed around the wound and cleaned it up which was little deeper than a scratch and the bleeding was slight but enough to run. I tore a piece of her T shirt and used it as a pad on the wound trying to stop the flow of blood and as I was doing this she started to come around and regain consciousness. In her confused state she could see me kneeling over her and touching her and suddenly realised she was topless. She started to scream and I tried to calm her and after a moment or so she settled down a bit but was still very agitated about being topless and very exposed down below. I said just lay there you are hurt and I am trying to clean you up. She put her hand up to where I was holding the pad and said I can do that. Then said where are my clothes?. I said your bra is here but your T shirt is a mess as are you pants.

She looked down and saw she was pretty exposed but when she went to adjust her pants she gave a cry as her arm was too sore to move. I though shit she has broken it.

I said just relax and we can sort you out and get you moving. The bikes are a mess and we will have to walk back. I can come and get the bikes tomorrow.

To cut a long story short we managed to get her fixed up and the biggest problem seemed to be her arm which hurt to move, it wasn’t broken but badly sprained and we ended up using her bra to make a sling for it. She couldn’t use it at all. She was still bare breasted and had reconciled herself to the fact I had seen them and there was not much she could do to cover them. She asked me to rip off her pants as they were useless, but her bikinis covered the most intimate part. As we started to walk back she said hell I really need a pee, and then realised she couldn’t get her pants down, Can you help me she said and I stood behind her and slipped them off so she could squat and pee. I supported her as her arm was useless as an aid to balance. It was then she was completely nude apart from using her bra as a sling. She then used a bit of her T shirt to wipe herself and threw it away.

Well she said now you have me at your mercy I don’t normally go round showing everybody what I have.

I said look I must admit I am enjoying the view but lets face it, now is not the time or the place and you are in no shape for me to be doing anything naughty. I helped her replace her pants looking right at her pubic patch as I pulled them up on her. Until now I hadn’t realised she was trimmed and shaped. She saw me staring and said hey that’s enough that is not for general exhibition. I said I like it, it looks sexy. She said some other day buster. I said good as I am not really in the mood now myself. She giggled and said I don’t know about that and could see that I had firmed up a little. One side of my bike pants were torn as well and they flapped open a bit.

We walked for about an hour to get close to where the track started; she had to rest a bit as she was very sore. I said where you live you can’t go walking through the streets like that. She said actually it’s about a kilometre from the end of the track. I said well then I think I had better go to my place and get something to cover you and bring my car back and I can drive you home. It’s nearly dark anyhow. She was happy with that arrangement and I left her with my T shirt as it was cooling off and her shoulder was beginning to throb.

I returned with a warm jacket and track pants and helped her put them on – accidentally touching her breasts as I did so. Sorry I said I didn’t do that intentionally. She said I hope not, but thanks anyhow.

I drove her home and went up to the door with her, nobody was home so she took me around the back and showed me where a spare key was to let her in.  She said come on in and I will return your clothes. She took me right into her bedroom and I helped her remove everything down to her pants and said is there anything else I can do.  Look, you can really, can you run my bath I want to soak and try and get rid of some of these aches. She took me to the bathroom and I ran the bath. While I was there I said would you mind if I had a pee and she said no go ahead, and I imagined she would leave me but she stood there looking at me, and said well go on, get on with it, and waited for me to do it. I was a bit embarrassed but pulled my cock out and began to pee, getting as much of my back to her as I could. She moved to see as much as she could and said ok buster you have seen me naked, surely you don’t mind me seeing a bit of you too. I milked my cock dry and put it back in my pants and she said spoil sport. I blushed. She said I liked what I saw, maybe some other day we can compare notes. 

I said I must go and let you soak, she said first will you take my pants down again, I cant do it with one arm. I did and she said see I am not as shy as you. I blushed again. She got into the bath and I helped her sit down. I said how will you get out and towel off. She said my mother should be home shortly she will help me. She said will you leave your phone number on the pad on my bedside table please, I want to be able to contact you and we have to do something about those bikes. I said I can do that tomorrow don’t worry and she said no I want to help. I said how about your shoulder and she said I might be better by the, anyhow I still have one other arm.

I went to her room and wrote my number on her pad which was on her bedside table as she said. I couldn’t help but notice her bedside drawer was open and there were two either vibrators or dildos very visible and what I gathered to be some pills which looked very much like oral contraceptives. I was stunned. I picked one of the vibrators up and sure enough it was a battery powered model and quit a healthy looking device. Obviously she uses it as I could see dried stains on it. I put it back and sang out I am going, and she said come here a minute, and I went to her and she said now thank you and gave me good bye kiss. I will ring you tomorrow she said. I bent down and she kissed me rather than me kissing her and if she had both hands I am sure she would have pulled me into the bath with her. It was more than a peck and I liked it. She smiled and said again you like me don’t you - I can see it again. I was firm again and it was more obvious this time.

Later that night she rang and said thank you again, the bath did me a lot of good and my mom has massaged my shoulder and its feeling a bit better. I will ring tomorrow to make a time to help with the bike. Then her mom got on the phone and said Meg has told me what happened and thank you. I slept with her picture in my mind that night.

The next day she rang and said I will meet you at the track and we can walk down, I will bring a sandwich as it will be a long walk there and back.

We met as arranged and she had a back pack on and I asked how the shoulder was and she said sore but feeling much better. I can use it fairly well, you wont have to pull my pants down today and I said that’s a pity. She laughed. I said let me carry the pack and she slipped it off and gave it to me.

We walked and chatted all the way down. I had bought a couple of tools to dismantle the bikes to make them easier to carry. At a spot not far from the place we collided she said before we start there is a nice place over here to have lunch and took me through some scrub to a point I never realise existed on an escarpment overlooking the river. I come here quite a bit she said I love just being alone here. I was amazed. I asked how often do you come and she said every few days in summer and a few times during the winter if it’s sunny. It surprises me I haven’t seen you before she said not many people know about this track. I said I know that’s why we collided yesterday I have never seen anybody on it.

She produced some sandwiches and then to my surprise she started to undress. Now you know why I come here, you didn’t notice yesterday I have an all over tan, I sunbake nude here all the time and know I will not be seen. Come on join me she said, you have the drop on me you have seen me nude a few times now its time for me to see you. I hesitated and she said come on don’t be shy. I undressed and to my surprise I didn’t harden at all my cock remained soft and sat on the top of my balls and showed itself at its best behaviour.

Ah she said that’s what I like - a naked man. I like what I see - a slim hard body and a nice circumcised cock. Not many like that these days she said. I blushed. Come over here and sit beside me – you didn’t think this was going to happen did you. I can’t believe my luck us meeting like this. I broke up with my bf a month or so ago and I have been without a man for ages. Are you attached? I said no. Good she said I think we are going to be really good together. We ate and she had no inhibitions about being seen naked. A couple of times she did or said something, and my cock firmed to a couple of different stages but never hard. She was watching me and it often. After we had lunch we were almost sitting touching and she said do you know something, I said no, she said that cock of yours doesn’t really like me does it? I said why do you say that, she said I have been trying to entice it to show itself to me at its best but it never makes the grade.

Then to my surprise she put her hand around it and squeezed it. Before you could blink it was erect and hard and straight up with her hand still around it. Ahhhhh she said it is interested, look at that it does like me.  Its beautiful. Does it know how to do anything else but pee? I said what do you mean. Does it know how to make a girl happy, I said it seems to by the look of you. No she said I am impressed – happy comes later. How many girls has it satisfied – I blushed again. She said come on don’t be shy how many- I said a couple. She said how many is a couple – I said two. Well she said today it will be three, I want you to make love to me, I am aching for it, truly. Can we do it. I said wow I have never been propositioned before. Well she said you have now and I mean it, please will you do it with me. I really want you to. I take all the precautions I use oral contraception, Please – pretty please. I didn’t need to reply she got up took my hand and pulled me up and led me to a grassy spot and pulled the blanket we had been sitting on over and laid it down and the got down and sat there waiting for me to make love to her.  I couldn’t believe it, she was seducing me really. I got down and we sat together and she kissed me and our tongues entwined and I got harder and she got wet. Then she whispered do it now please, do it now, as when she lay back I could see the moisture at the lips of her vagina. Come on she said I am ready and can’t wait.

End of story 1 – there is more to follow