One afternoon in 1983, a couple came into my office, a hefty
woman, around 45, and a young man around 26 or so. They sat down
and the conversation that was struck that day amazed me and left
me speechless. The woman sat down and the man stood behind her.
She introduced herself then introduced the man. She simply said,
“This is my houseboy and personal slave.” She snapped her
fingers and this young man knelt down beside her chair, never
saying a word. I was shocked. She explained that they lived a
different lifestyle from most people. She explained how her slave
had given his life to her service.

Now I wasn’t born yesterday. I’d read stories about this -
I was fascinated. “Well, what can I do for you?” I asked.

“We’re looking for a woman doctor to help us. You see, my
slave here has agreed to give his manhood to me. We need a
doctor to perform the surgery.”

I was dumbfounded. I was going to flat out say no. I mean a
doctor can lose his or her license for performing an unnecessary
surgery like that. However, she told me she understood it was
illegal but was asking me to bend the rules a bit. She explained
how she too would want this quiet, and she promised not to make
public her visit. She tried to make me understand how
significant this offer made to her was. For a slave to offer his
manhood was the ultimate sacrifice every woman in her select
circle of lady friends desires. Also, she said she had very
personal reasons for asking for this unique surgery. She gave me
her number and ask me to think about it and then to call her.
Well I thought about her visit for two weeks. I couldn’t get it
out of my mind. Finally I called her. She asked me to come to
her home for supper.

I arrived at her home around 6:30. She met me at the door
and directed me to the kitchen. There I found this young man
totally in the nude, making final preperations for the evening
meal. We sat down and her slave served us dinner, but he didn’t
join us; he stood at attention behind and to her left. At
dinner, she explained that her slave had been her property for
five years. She worked and he took care of the house and was not
allowed out of the house unsupervised. She said he was not
supposed to relieve himself without permission. That was where
her slave had faltered. She had bought him cock collar after
cock collar, but he kept getting out of them. “There’s nothing
that pisses me off more than a slave who continually plays with
his ugly cock and disobeys my orders. This slave is the horniest
slave I’ve ever seen,” she said. She made it quite clear that
she was the boss, and that his latest infraction had violated his
oath to her.

She then took a plate and scraped off the scraps on her
plate. Then she took the scraps from my plate. She set the
plate on the floor and her slave knelt down and began to eat them
like a dog. I sat there in total amazement.

“You know what he did last week?” she asked as I shook my
head. “I took him out of his cock collar. He promised that he
wouldn’t cum. He was lying in front of the chair and I was using
his face and body as a footrest, when my foot just happened to
brush against his cock. And he shot a load of cum all over my
foot! It was disgusting. Well, that was it. For five years he
hasn’t been able to control his urges or his cock. I made up my
mind I was going to get rid of him. There’s an old black woman
down in Brooklyn who has shown some interest in him at some of
our parties. I was getting ready to call her when my worthless
and undisciplined slave volunteered to give up his manhood for
me. And I think that is the only way to control his urges for
self gratification. That’s why we called on you.”

We went into the living room as her slave cleaned up. She
said that what she really wanted was not for me to do the
surgery, but she wanted me to be present so she could do the
surgery herself. In other words, I was to talk her through it.
That wouldn’t be so difficult. Castrations are done by farmers
everyday (of course on cows and pigs). We talked some time about
the operation. “You know something?” she said. “I’m going to
miss his balls. You don’t know how much fun they are to torment.
I like to put weights on them and watch them stretch. And when I
bend him over to put a whip to his backside, it’s exciting to
watch his balls dangle between his legs. It gives me something
to try to hit. You know, he has some nice balls.”

“Yes,” I said, “I noticed that at dinner.”

“They’re so big and loose this time of year, it almost seems
a shame to remove them.”

“We don’t have to remove them if you’d rather not,” I said.
“There are alternatives.”

“I thought the only way to handle this was to remove his
balls.” she questioned.

“Oh, heavens no. You see, there are various forms of
castration. The most common is the type that farmers do. They
are trying to improve their herd so they sterilize all the bulls
except their stud bull. They do that by removing the testicles.
Another way is to remove the entire genitals. That can be
considered a major surgery. I think we had better rule that one
out. But the final way is the way that I think would fit your
purpose.”

With that, I drew a brief drawing of what I was talking
about. “You see,” I said, “what we do is basically remove the
penis. Not all of it; we’d have to leave a very small stub,
giving us room to clamp off the blood vessels. Also, that stub
will save room for the urethra. He has to pee. You see,” I said
as I drew a jagged line across the drawing, “all we have to do is
make a cut above the rest, leaving those beautiful balls for you
to torment as much as you please.”

“You make it sound so simple,” she exclaimed.

“It basically is. I mean the penis is only skin and muscle.
Contrary to belief, there is no bone there. The biggest problem
will be to cut off the blood vessels. Once we deaden and
localize the area, the muscles will go limp.”

“Will he be awake for this?”

“Sure. Once he’s been deadened, he won’t feel a thing.”

She looked at me in amazement. “Will his voice change? You
know the stories, the ones about the high squeeky voice and all.”

“No. Here’s the beauty of this type of operation. All the
male hormones are supplied by the testicles. We’re not removing
the testicles. What we are going to do is remove the highly
sensitive underside of the penis. I don’t know about you, but
I’ve never seen a man cum without rubbing and stroking his penis.
By removing the penis, there is nothing for him to stroke. The
cruel part is that the juices will be bubbling in his balls.
He’ll still be horny, but there can never be release. He’ll be
hornier than ever, but he must suffer through it. I mean this is
permanent. It’s pretty cruel, probably the worst thing you can
do to a man.”

“Yeah,” she answered with an evil gleam in her eye. ” But it
sure is exciting to think about, ain’t it?”

I had to admit that it did make my juices flow. At that time
her slave came in. He knelt down at her feet and kissed both of
them. We started telling her slave about the surgery. We
described how it would be done and what the consequences would
be. But before we finished, he began crying. He looked into his
mistress’s eyes and asked, “Isn’t there another way?”

She reached down and gently brushed his head. “I’m afraid
not, Tony. I’ve been patient with you for five years. You just
can’t control yourself. I want you to understand. I won’t make
you do anything. What I’m saying is that I need a slave I can
depend on. The choice is yours. If you stay with me, you’ll
have to be fixed for your own good. If not, I’ll have to take
another slave. In fact, Mary has offered to give me Barry if you
decide to go. You’re better looking, Tony, and even better hung,
but Barry is more diligent and has remarkable control. Tony, I
think I deserve the the best slave I can get. Don’t you think
so?”

He shook his head in agreement, but I could tell he was
devastated to be involved in the conversation.

Looking at me she asked, “Where do you propose we make the
cut?”

Motioning for Tony to come over to my chair, I proceeded to
use Tony’s penis to illustrate where the final transection would
take place, when I marveled, “My what an enormous penis he has.
It must be at least 8″ long. It seems a sin to cut off so much
beautiful cock. What a waste, when scores of men would love to
have this cock. A lot of women, too, I might add.”

“Yes,” she said, “too bad he has absolutely control over his
urges. I want a slave who eats and sleeps thinking about
pleasing me. He says he wants to be my slave, but he
concentrates more on his own sexual urges than on mine. And for
women who run in my circle, there’s no excuse for that. The
whole essence of a female dominant lifestyle is sexual
fulfillment for her and sexual denial for him. Tony refuses to
be denied. It’s time he accepts denial, or I have no place for
him in my domain. I’ve been patient long enough.”

She seemed quite determined as I proceeded to illustrate
where to place the cut above the rest of his genitals. Reaching
out, I took hold of his erect penis, and with my other hand I ran
my finger across an invisible line just above his balls. “I’d say
we’d remove it right about here, leaving him a short little
stub.”

But before I could get another sentence out, Tony’s penis
spasmed right in my hand and a huge glob of cum shot all over my
fingers. As I jerked away, this eruption spewed all over the
floor.

“How disgusting,” I groaned, shaking cum from my hand.

The woman sprang up and slapped him to the floor and started
screaming at him. He was crying, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” as she
screamed, “Lick this mess up! Lick it up!” Then he was on all
fours, licking sperm off the floor.

When I returned from the bathroom where I had gone to wash my
sticky hands, she had him standing in the corner yelling
obscenities at him. She had produced a paddle and was smacking
his ass with it. All the while he sobbed, “I’m sorry! I couldn’t
help it!” But she kept landing that paddle on his butt!

“Doctor, it’s you who should be doing this,” she said,
offering me the paddle. “It was you hand that he defiled.”

Now this is not what I expected. His butt was already red,
but he made me mad. I took the paddle and smacked his ass as
hard as I could at least ten times. And he kept crying, “I’m
sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You see, doctor, he has absolutely no control. It’s a
perfect waste of a beautiful cock. I can’t even use him as my
stud, for no sooner do I put that long hard penis inside me, when
he shoots and the looses his hard-on. He’s got to be fixed.
He’s disappointed me for the last time. I can’t even bring my
girlfriends over as I could never be sure he wouldn’t make a mess
on one of them.”

“I don’t understand it,” I said. “All I did was simply touch
it!”

“That’s all it takes… what a tragedy. A beautiful cock
gone to hell. I can’t ride it; I can’t even torment it. What a
bunch of bullshit… You know, my sister has a slave that has
teriffic staying power. He’s in control of his balls and goes
for weeks before he is allowed an orgasm. He doesn’t cheat,
either. He doesn’t sneak off and play with himself, either. He
turned his balls over to my sister and he’s happy to accept his
slave status… But not Tony. He sneaks around, shoots at the
drop of a hat, and denies the thing every dominant woman must
have — complete control over his sex life. He’s got to be
fixed.”

Tony was still in the corner, crying like a whipped dog. I
felt sorry for him but could understand the situation. So I
decided I’d help. We made arrangements to practice so that she
would be able to perform the surgery. For the next two weeks we
practiced the surgry. I’d arrive at her house. (I wasn’t about
to do this in my office.) I’d bring a thick sausage to practice
on. We’d take needles and practice injecting the novacaine. And
at the end of each session, that knife would slice the sausage
into two parts and each time I watched, my pussy creamed,
thinking about the real thing.

Finally the evening came. I arrived at her house with all
the surgical equipment. There were several cars parked out front
and when I entered, there in the living room were six other women
that I had never seen.

“Well, I guess this is the night,” my hostess said, greeting
me at the door. “Let me introduce you to some of my friends.”

As I was being introduced, I found myself shocked and amazed
at the way some of the women were dressed. Some wore leather
with spiked boots, while others dressed more casually. They
apparently were fellow dominants invited to watch the
proceedings. There ws also a man dressed in a maid’s outfit,
walking around in heels. He approached me with a tray and
offered me a drink which I gladly took.

When we entered the living room, low and behold, there was a
totally naked man lying face up in front of the couch and two
ladies were resting their feet on him. They were using him as a
footrest and one big old fat woman had her foot smack in his
face. But the amazing thing is the complete mater-of-factness
about the whole thing. Yet each lady I was introduced to was
exceedingly nice and friendly.

The only seat available in the room was on the couch. “Have
a seat, doctor,” the fat woman on the couch said, as she patted
the place beside her. I had to step over the man on the floor.
And I sat down. “Don’t be shy. This slave is down there to be
used . Feel free,” the fat woman said. Well, when in Rome, I
thought to myself. I slipped off my shoes and rested my feet on
this man’s chest.

“Doctor, let me introduce you to Tony’s mother,” the hostess
said as she pointed to the fat lady on my left.

In shock I exclaimed, “Tony’s mother?”

“Yes, you see it was Tony’s mother who gave him to me five
years ago. I was sure I could solve his problem, but I just
can’t.”

“You see, doctor, Tony’s had an overactive penis since he was
a boy. He was always masturbating himself crazy,” his mother
said. “I knew he had a problem when I had him, so I gave him to
another mistress who could deal with him in a more mistress-like
way.”

“I’ve tried, heaven knows! It has just come down to this,”
Tony’s mistress said in an apologetic way.

“Yes, it’s too bad. But being fixed seemes to be the only
answer. I couldn’t control him when I had him. What does the
good book say: ‘If thy eye offends thee, pluck it out,’ or
something like that. I just hope it won’t hurt too much,” Tony’s
mother said.

“Once he’s deadened, he won’t feel a thing. Though the
needles hurt some, we can’t help that,” I assured her.

For the next fifteen minutes we ladies talked. They had
hundreds of questions to ask and I did my best to answer them.
But in no time, we were on our way downstairs. It was time for
the thing to be done.

Tony was already bound to a sort of X-frame with his hands
bound overhead and his legs fastened at the bottem arms of the X.
Across the middle, he was also bound with straps around his
thighs so he couldn’t move. The rest of the ladies took seats in
the chairs provided. One of the ladies I noticed didn’t even
hesitate. She raised her dress, spred her legs and after sitting
down, forced the man in the maid’s outfit to bury his face
between her legs. She simply laid back and prepared to enjoy the
so-called entertainment. I remember one other woman saying,
“That sounds like a good idea,” and she took the naked man who
for a time had been my footrest, and pushed his face between her
legs also. It was apparent that these ladies were here to have a
good time.

As we prepared the equipment, Tony’s mother went up to her
son and rubbed her hand gently over his cheek, showing her
concern.

“Mom,” he whispered, “they’re going to cut my penis off.”

“Yes, I know, dear. I’m sorry. But I think we both know
this is for the best,” she said, still stroking his face.

“Mom, I just can’t help it. It just errupts. I try! I
really try! I want to be good, but I can’t control it!” he
cried.

“I know,” she said. “My poor baby. Ever since you were a
boy, just eleven or twelve, you’ve wanted to be a slave.
Remember the time I caught you dressing in my clothes? I was so
mad, I spanked you but the spanking only excited you more. You
shot your load then and I hadn’t even touched you. It simply had
rubbed itself across my lap. You’ve always wanted this. I’d
find those domination magazines under your mattress. I told
myself that you were different. Some mothers look to their sons
to be doctors or lawers, but I knew you would make some woman an
excellent houseboy and personal body slave someday. You were
always so docile and shy. But I loved you for what you were.
Some people are born to serve and you could do worse than live to
make some woman happy.”

“Mom, you’ll always be my favorite girl. But right now I’m
scared. Mom, she wants me to give up my penis, my sex life or
she won’t keep me. I don’t want to lose her, but I don’t think
it’s fair. It’s too much. She’s being unreasonable,” he
pleaded.

“Now you hush. Your mistress is one of the finest ladies I
know. She treats you right. She fulfills everything you’ve ever
wanted. When I found her for you I knew she was right for my
boy. But a mistress has to do what is best for her and her
domain. Your problem is always going to be a wedge in that
relationship. When this thing is over you’ll both be happier.
Every time you give her an orgasm, you’ll both know it was done
unselfishly. You serving her for service’s sake. That’s
important to a mistress. You can’t serve two masters. You’ll
come to see that her pleasure is your pleasure. You serve your
mistress from your heart, not your cock. A woman wants that.
And I hope when this is over, your mistress will come to me and
say that you are the best slave she’s ever had. That would make
me proud.”

“I know, but I sometimes wish it was like it used to be.
Remember when I started college. I though I’d knock your socks
off when I asked you to take me as your slave?”

She laughed, “Surprised the hell out of me, but I was a sport
and said yes.”

“Shocked me, too,” he said. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“I knew all about you, remember. Remember the schedule I set
up for you to do the housework? And that frilly lace apron I
made you wear? I’d get a kick watching you do the housework
completely naked, except in that apron and your high heels,” she
laughed.

“I did a pretty good job, though.”

“Sure did. I always knew you’d be a good houseboy. I
especially liked the way you’d lick my toes then slowly blow on
them. And boy, how can I forget the way you eat pussy. You used
to eat my pussy by the hour. I miss that,” she confessed. “But
dammit, Tony, you always would mess up my sheets. You couldn’t
put a handle on that penis of yours. In fact, if I’d kept you,
I’d probably be doing the same thing. It’s got to be done.”

“I know, Mom. I guess that’s why I agreed to this,” he said.

“Tony,” she said, looking out at the women who were there to
watch, “these ladies are here to watch something special. What
your doing is the supreme, unselfish act any slave can do for his
loving mistress. In a way, I’m very proud of you.”

His mother sat down to watch. I think, as strange as the
whole thing sounds, she was proud of her son, and disappointed at
the same time. She surely realized what he was about to lose.
Forever. But deep down she knew that this was for the best.

With everything now ready, I sat down with the other ladies.
Tony’s mistress was prepared to do the whole thing by herself.
All eyes were on the bound, naked young man with the enormous
cock and balls.

“Tony, before we complete what must be done, as your loving
mistress, I want you to experience one last orgasm. Your last
cum.” The ladies in the room chorused the chant, “One last
come… one last cum…”

Tony’s penis was erect and firm as his mistress took her hand
and gently stroked his cock. It wasn’t even ten seconds and his
balls shot a geyser of sperm. His mistress shook her head and
whispered, “Even now he can’t last longer than a few seconds.”
The room was full of electricity. The chorus “One last cum,” the
stroking of the penis and the moans as Tony orgasmed his last
time.

Cleaning the mess, his mistress wiped his cock and balls with
alcohol. Then taking the needle, as we had practiced, all eyes
watched as the needle slid underneath the skin at the base of the
penis. She squeezed the fluid in, then removed the needle and
injected it again, only underneath where she had made the first
injection. She did quite well. Only this time it wasn’t a
sausage. It would take five minutes for the area to deaden
enough to proceed.

Next, she took the clamp and about halh an inch above his
scrotum she applied the clamp and tightened it as tight as she
could. This of course would restrict the flow of blood, allowing
her to seal off the blood vessels once the transsection was made.
His penis was perfectly limp now. It hung long and lanky. She
took it in her hand, flipped it back and forth, lifted it and let
it go, watching it swing freely.

Looking at Tony, she took the needle and poked the base of
his penis. “Do you feel anything, slave?” she asked.

“No, nothing, Mistress.” he answered.

“Is there anything you’d like to say before the thing is
done?” she asked.

“Mistress, I would like to say that I understand.” With
courage, he looked out at the ladies who were creaming with
excitement from what they were seeing. He stoically said, “And
all you other ladies here, I want you to know that I’m giving my
mistress my penis because I love her, and I want her to be happy.
As my mom told me, I’ve always wanted to be a slave, ever since I
was in junior high school. But I haven’t been a very good slave.
I have been too selfish and uncontrollable. I hope this will make
me a good slave.”

“Tony,” his mistress said, with a proud look in her eyes,
“I’ll bet after this you’ll be the best slave that any woman can
have. It’s a great sacrifice you’re making for me and today
you’ve made me very very proud.”

With that, she picked up the knife. It wasn’t a surgical
knife. She had insisted she use one of her kitchen knives. “It
adds excitement to it,” she said to me. And I guess that’s true.
I’ll bet there’s not a woman out there who has cut through one of
those thick hot dogs or sausages and hasn’t in her mind thought,
“what if this were what’s-his-name’s cock!” Besides, I had taken
the knife to the clinic and sterilized it.

Reaching out with her left hand, she took the glans of his
penis and stretched it straight out. She held the knife in her
right hand and brought it within inches of his penis.

Now I have to relay what was happening from the audience. all
eyes were on the knife, but each lady had either a hand or a face
in her pussy. The woman next to me had taken her breasts out of
her outfit and was rolling her fingers and kneading her erect
nipple and with her other hand she was furiously rubbing her
pussy. Her eyes, as big as saucers, were fixed on the knife and
from from her lips the words, “Doit, do it, doit,” could be
heard.

In fact, every woman except Tony’s mother was on the verge of
sexual explosion as each one got so wrapped in it. I too slid my
hand down into my panties and rubbed my clitoris. I couldn’t
help it. And soon, more of the ladies took up the chant, “Do it,
do it, do it.”

And we watched. And we watched. Pulling his penis even
more, she let the knife blade slowly descend until it came to
rest on that invisible line that lay ‘a cut above the rest.’ In
less than a few seconds, the knife, in a sliding motion, sliced
cleanly through the flesh. And like a champion with her prize,
she lifted it for all to see. From her left hand hung the ‘penis
of many troubles.’ It would cause no one trouble anymore.
The women all moaned and seemingly erupted. They literally
shook in their chairs as they orgasmed to what they had seen with
their unbelieving eyes. I too uncontrollably exploded in the
best orgasm I had had in years. It was purely Freudian. But it
was more than my libido could stand. Call it penis envy. Call
it sadism. Call it anything you want, but my pussy shook and I
simply closed my eyes and blacked out for nearly a minute. When
I came to, I found my hostess busy preparing the wound; so I
jumped up to help.

When I was finished, we released Tony who looked beaten but
in good shape. I took him upstairs to lie down and rest. I
administered him a shot to make him sleep. Then I went to the
bathroom to wash my hands.

Returning to the dining room, I found all the ladies around
the table. Someone had washed Tony’s penis, and it lay on a
tray. Each woman reached out and squeezed it or touched it in
some fashion. There before them lay the ‘penis of many
troubles.’

Tony’s mistress seemed to have a little regret in her voice
as she said, “I wish I hadn’t had to do it.”

Tony’s mother gently took her by the arm. “Don’t blame
yourself. It had to be done. I know Tony. He loves and
worships you. And above all else, he wants to be a good slave,
but his penis always stopped him. It won’t stop him anymore.”

“I know,” she said. “He had the most beautiful cock,” she
said, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. “I just wish
he could have controlled it.”

“What are you going to do with his penis?” one of the ladies
asked.

“I’ve got a beautiful decorated jar. I plan to keep it as a
reminder of this day. That way Tony can, from time to time, look
at it and remember. It will help remind us both of what was
sacrificed this day.”

I checked on Tony off and on for a few weeks. He healed fine
and the skin covered over the wound, giving him the tiniest
little stub. Tony’s problem was solved. There wasn’t enough for
him to accomplish an orgasm.

I haven’t seen them for years. However, that Christmas I
received a nice Christmas card from Tony and his Mistress. From
what Tony wrote on the card, I could imagine that things were
running smoothly at their home. Tony worte, “Thank you for all
you help. Come this Christmas season you will have truly helped
me to understand that it is more blessed to give than to
receive.”

On Monday, when I saw her at work, I had to smile. I didn’t
have to wonder what she looked like under her clothes, I knew. But
that didn’t stop me daydreaming about her. For her part, she
seemed happier than before and we shared a secret smile
remembering how we had fucked the night away just a day or two
earlier.

I’ll admit I spent a good deal of the week thinking about her
and the way she sucked my cock. I remember the way she would moan
as I ran my hands over her body and played with her tits and
pussy. And how she responded to being eaten and fucked. And the
way her pussy had held onto my cock after I came deep inside her.

On Wednesday, we got to talk alone and made a date for Friday
night, since he husband was due back in town on Sunday. She didn’t
want to take any chances of hurting him, so she wanted to keep
Saturday night free.

We met at the same restaurant and had dinner and then left
for my place this time. I live a little out of town and the place
is pretty secluded; surrounded by thick trees and a good distance
from my nearest neighbor. As soon as we got inside, I stepped up
behind her and put my arms around her and stroked her belly. I
felt how taut she was and let my hands linger for awhile. I then
moved up to her tits and felt them through the blouse she was
wearing. I marvelled at their firmness and the way her nipples
would poke through her bra and blouse. She pressed against me and
rubbed her ass against my crotch. I felt my prick starting to get
hard and started nibbling on her ears and neck while I continued
to fondle her tits.

After a couple of minutes, she turned around and reached up
on her tip-toes to kiss me. As she did, her tummy rubbed against
my crotch and I felt my cock try to leap out of the confines of my
slacks. I still hadn’t figured out was it was about this pregnant
woman that turned me on so much, but she did. We kissed for a few
moments and then I took her into the den and fixed us a drink. She
said she was going to savor her drink as it would probably be one
of the few she was going to have until the baby was born. As we
sipped our drinks we made small talk about work and things in
general. We both realized this might be one of the few chances we
would have since her husband was coming back. Delaying only
increased our awareness of each other. I couldn’t keep my eyes off
of her, her body was still shapely in spite of her pregnancy and I
thought she was incredibly sexy.

As we finished our drinks we got closer together and started
kissing again while we let our hands rove over each other. She
started to unbutton my shirt and I moved away to help her, but she
stopped me saying, “No, let me do it. You undressed me last time
and it’s my turn.” So I quit and let her undress me. She finished
unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it from my slacks and threw it on
the chair. My t-shirt was next to join the shirt. She ran her
fingers through the hair on my chest, stroking her fingernails up
and down my skin. She leaned forward and sucked on each of my
nipples and started to run her tongue over my front. I hadn’t had
a woman do that and the feeling was super. It was like her tongue
and fingers were setting off little firecrackers inside me. My
cock was starting to get hard again and I shifted in my seat to
get more comfortable.

As I did, she grabbed my belt and undid the buckle, pulling
me up a little as she did. I realized she wanted me to stand up,
so I did, facing her. She undid the button and pulled down the
zipper of my slacks. She pulled down the slacks and let them
gather around my ankles, leaving them there. Next, she rubbed my
cock through my shorts, feeling it strain to be free from the
material, but not letting it just yet. She kept stroking it and
pulled my shorts tight over the head. A tiny drop of pre-cum
soaked through and she leaned forward to suck it off. Finally, she
lowered my shorts and watched as my cock sprang free, waving just
a few inches in front of her face. With both my shorts and slacks
around my ankles, I couldn’t move without falling and she realized
it and looked up, smiled at me, and licked her lips. Not touching
my cock, she took my balls in her hands and gently fondled them;
rolling them in her hand, stroking their sack, and running her
fingernail across the skin. She was driving me wild. My cock was
jerking up and down and wanting her to pay it some attention.

She said, “You made Friday night memorable, and I’m going to
make tonight even more so.” With that, she leaned forward and
licked off the fluid that was seeping out of my cock and gave it a
couple of soft strokes up and down. She leaned back and looked at
me and told me I could finish undressing when she was done with
me. Then she unbuttoned her own blouse and pants and opened them
up. She took off her blouse and started playing with her tits,
squeezing them inside her bra and pinching the nipples through the
fabric. She said, “One good thing about being pregnant is that my
titties are starting to get larger. I’ve always thought they were
a little small, what do you think?” As she finished her statement,
she cupped her boobs and lifted them up for my inspection, still
inside the bra cups. “Oh,” she said, “I guess you can’t judge them
properly inside my bra, so let me take it off.” And she did, again
cupping them and lifting them for my inspection. I bent forward to
play with them, but she stopped me and said, “No, you can’t touch
just yet.” I didn’t know where her game was going to end, but it
was driving me crazy with desire. By now, my prick was standing
straight up and I could feel it throbbing as she continued to play
with her tits; now fondling them and pinching the nipples without
the interference of her bra. Her nipples were hard and erect,
sticking out like little buttons on her tits. I wanted to suck
them, but she wouldn’t let me.

“It makes me hot to see you want me,” she said, “and I want
to make you hotter than you’ve ever been.” “You’re well on your
way,” I said, “but can’t I sit down, this isn’t really
comfortable.” She said, “Not yet, but soon.” Then she lifted her
ass off the sofa and pulled down her pants over her swelling belly
and down to her ankles. As she removed her pants, she lifted one
leg and then the other, giving me a quick glimpse of the darkish
patch between her legs and under her panties. She threw her pants
on the floor and spread her legs slightly. I could just barely see
the darker triangle between her legs that was her pubic mound and
a couple of stray hairs which peeked out the legs of her panties.
She started rubbing her hands over her belly, tracing the swelling
outline of her pregnancy.

I could tell the skin was sensitive because every so often
she would shiver as she ran her hands over her body. As her hands
worked lower, I wanted to start jerking off, but realized she
didn’t want we to do that, so I just stood there and watched as
she played with herself. Finally, her hands reached her panties
and she rubbed one finger up and down her slit pressing the cotton
fabric inside her pussy and massaging her clit. Then she put her
other hand inside the panties and started to masturbate in
earnest. Finally, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and
was playing with herself with both hands. One rubbing her clit and
the other with a finger inside her pussy, stroking in and out. My
cock wanted to be where her finger was and I found myself humping
the air between us. She looked at me and smiled. “I bet I know
what you want,” she said. I smiled back and said, “I’ll bet you do
too.” “Soon,” she said. And with that, she removed her hands and
helped me shuffle back a few paces.

She quickly removed her panties and sat back down on the
sofa, bringing her feet up to rest against her ass and spreading
her legs as wide as she could. Then she started playing with her
pussy and tits again. She rubbed her fingers up and down the slit
of her pussy, pinched her nipples until they looked sore, and ran
her hands over her tummy. She occasionally moaned and started
turning her head from side to side while she pressed her ass into
the seat of the sofa. Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once.
On her belly, her boobs, and in her cunt. Once, she had one, then
two, and finally three fingers inside her pussy, fucking herself
with them. As she got closer to cumming, she quit rubbing herself
and settled down to pinching her nipples and finger fucking her
cunt. She would run two fingers of one hand in and out of her
pussy and rub her clit with the thumb. Her other hand was busy
with her tits, rubbing, pinching, and squeezing them without
pause.

A long, low moan escaped her lips as she came. Her thumb was
strumming her clit like a banjo picker and she had one nipple
pinched between her fingers and was pulling out away from her so
hard that the flesh of her tit was distended. As she came, she
pressed her ass deeper into the sofa and rammed her fingers into
her slit as hard as she could. She let go of her nipple and was
rubbing her clit between both her thumb and finger of one hand,
while the other hand finger fucked her into another climax. All
total, she came three times and then lay there, gently rubbing her
pussy and licking the cum from her fingers every so often.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said. She drew me closer to her and
I thought she was going to suck my cock, but instead, she took it
in her hand and started to jack me off. Her performance had me
close to cumming already, and I told her so. She replied, “I
know, but I want see you cum over my titties and belly.” As she
said it, I felt the cum welling up in my balls and starting it’s
trip to the head of my cock. As she stroked, the head grew larger
and thicker, and she scooted herself up on the sofa, getting
closer to me.

Just as I came, she held one tit up to my cock and my cum
spurted out over it. It covered the nipple and as she continued to
milk my cock, it dripped down onto the swell of her belly. She
continued to stoke me until I was dry, then leaned down and licked
off the cum and cleaned my dick with her mouth. She rubbed the cum
on her tit into her skin and did the same with the cum on her
belly. I started to collapse to the floor, but she helped me onto
the sofa next to her and then bent her head down and licked her
own nipples to taste the cum from them. When she had finished, she
said, “And that’s just for starters, we still have the whole night
ahead of us.”

We sat there for awhile, kissing and sipping our drinks.
After resting a bit, I finished undressing. We were both fully
nude now and we started running our hands over each other’s body.
I admired the way Teri kept herself in shape. She was obviously
spending a lot of time at the health club she belonged to. I asked
her about it, and she told me she was attending aerobics classes
for pregnant women. I told her the program was working well and
she was still sexy. As we talked, we both started getting excited
again. I ran my hands over her belly and felt her shudder
slightly. As I moved up to her tits, she lay back and closed her
eyes. I pinched and pulled on her nipples, gently rolling each one
between my fingers and watching it stiffen and become erect. I
started kissing her all over. Beginning with her face and working
my way downward towards her toes. As I did, I purposely skipped
her tits and pussy, not even playing with them as I passed. I paid
a lot of attention to her swelling belly, covering it with kisses
and licking it until it had a sheen. I then moved off the sofa and
knelt at her feet and kissed, then sucked, each of her toes. She
still had her eyes closed, but she sucked in her breath as I paid
homage to her feet.

I let my tongue trail upwards over her legs and ran my
fingernails across her skin as I did. I started to lick the inside
of her thighs and she spread her legs to let me. I looked up and
was staring at her pussy, just inches from my face. I blew against
it and watched as the lips reacted to the warm air by separating
slightly. I had finally worked my way up to her pussy when I
stopped and stood over her. I bent over and sucked her nipples,
rolling them in my lips and gently biting them. I wondered when
her breasts would start producing milk and hoped I get the chance
to suck them as her baby would. By this time, she was again
starting to grind her ass against the sofa and humping her crotch
as if there was a cock inside it. I knelt down again, between her
legs this time, and started to suck her cunt.

I wanted to tease her a little and get her as hot as I could,
so I started by licking the area between her legs and around her
lovenest, but not her pussy. I licked the triangle of her bush
until the hair was damp and only then did I start to lick her
pussy. I opened my mouth wide and covered her mound as best I
could and sucked it into my mouth. At the same time, I started to
run my tongue up and down her slit, separating the lips and
getting her juices flowing. I released her from the lip lock and
sucked her clit into my mouth, softly biting it and riding her
mound as she squirmed in her seat. I licked her slit, running my
tongue from the top to the bottom and making sure I paid special
attention to her clit. As I continued to lick and suck her pussy,
her juices started flowing more and more. I sucked up every drop I
could, savoring the taste of her pussy in full flow. Eventually,
she was flowing so much that I couldn’t drink it all in and my
mouth and chin were covered with her fluids.

By raising my head up and licking her clit, I could just see
her tits and face. Her eyes were shut tight and she was licking
her lips and shaking her head slowly from side to side. Her chest
was rising and falling with deep breaths and her nipples were
erect and swollen more than I had ever seen them. They were as big
around as my little finger and I reached up and pinched one as I
ate her. There was a sharp intake of breath and she said, “That’s
right, pinch my nipples…hard. Squeeze my titties, I love having
them squeezed.” With my other hand, I felt her swelling belly;
feeling it move under the touch of my hand and tongue as I
continued to suck her pussy.

I dropped my head down and licked the area between her pussy
and her asshole, licking up some of her juices which had flowed
there. As I worked my way back up her slit, I sucked her cunt lips
into my mouth and gently chewed on them. She was breathing quicker
now, and I could tell she was on the verge of cumming. I shifted
my position slightly so I could ride her pussy with my mouth as
she experienced her climax. I centered myself between her legs and
played with her tits with both hands. I licked and sucked her clit
as quickly as my tongue would move and brought her up to the point
of climax.

As she came, she was humping her crotch up against my mouth
and bucking against the sofa. I had a hard time keeping my tongue
on her clit while she came. She let out a loud moan and then a
deep sighing sound as her orgasm shook her body. I kept licking
her clit, although softer now, and she tensed her body up for a
second cum. Again, shivers ran through her body as she came, but
not as hard as the first time. She had the cushions of the sofa
clenched in her hands and was still humping her pussy against my
tongue on her slit. Finally, she came a third time and laid still
while I bathed her cunt with my tongue. I licked her cum from her
pussy and cleaned her with my mouth. Every so often, she would
shudder and give a little sigh of satisfaction. I have to admit,
my ego was riding high at the pleasure I was able to give her.

At last, she stopped shuddering and lay back contented on the
sofa. She smiled at me and said, “That was great. I have never
come that hard from being eaten before.” At that, my ego took off
even higher. It pleased and excited me that I could make her that
happy and contented. I got up and sat down beside her and kissed
her mouth so she could taste her own cum. I also put my hand
between her legs and rubbed her mound, spreading her juices over
her bush and thighs. I inserted one finger into her pussy and then
took it out and brought it to her mouth. She opened her mouth and
I put it inside so she could suck off the juices. She did and then
licked her lips. She looked down at my cock and saw it standing at
attention. She reached down and took it in her hand and started
stroking it. She said, “I hope I can please you the same way you
pleased me.” I told her I was sure she could and moved so she had
better access to my cock.

She got down off the sofa and knelt between my legs after
spreading them further apart. She lowered her head and licked my
balls and worked her way up the shaft of my dick. She swirled her
tongue around the head of my cock and then took it in her mouth.
While she sucked, she ran her tongue up and down the lower part of
the shaft and tickled the ridge at the base of the head. As she
sucked, she made little slurping noises while my cock slid in and
out of her mouth. With each stroke of her lips, a little more of
my prick disappeared into her warm and willing mouth. Until at
last, she was taking the entire thing in up to my balls.

With one hand, she held my cock steady for her mouth and with
the other, fondled and caressed my balls in their sack. She would
first play with one; feeling it, and rolling it between her
fingers and thumb. Then she’d repeat the process with the other. I
leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of my cock in her mouth. I
looked down and saw her pretty head bobbing up and down as she
sucked me off. I reached out and stroked her hair as her head
moved back and forth. I sat up straighter and reached around her
arms and started playing with her tits. I was fondling them as she
started to move her upper body back and forth while she sucked. I
played with her nipples and cupped each breast in my hands,
feeling their weight and firmness. I looked at her body and when I
saw her swelling tummy, my prick seemed to grow inside her mouth.

She must have felt it as well, because she quit deep
throating me and started paying more attention to the head. As she
sucked harder and faster, I felt my own climax approaching fast.
Since I’ve known women who don’t like men cumming in their mouth,
I let her know. She just nodded her head and continued sucking. I
felt my balls tighten up and knew I was about to cum. I stopped
playing with her tits and leaned back as I came in her mouth. My
cock jerked as I shot my wad down her throat. She continued to
suck and started to swallow as much of my hot jism as she could,
but wasn’t able to drink it all. I watched as a thin stream of cum
oozed from the side of her lips and trickled down her chin.
Finally, I stopped pumping cum into her mouth and she sucked my
shaft back into her mouth in order to clean it off. As she raised
her head and looked up at me, her tongue darted out of her mouth
and snared the cum that had escaped her earlier. She finished by
licking my shaft and balls one last time to make sure she got all
she could of my cum.

“Teri,” I said, “that was the best head I ever been given and
I want to make a small confession.” She looked a little worried,
but I told her why I thought I had cum so fast. “When I look at
your body naked and see the swelling of your tummy, I get very
excited. Frankly, I’m not sure why, but your pregnancy adds to my
excitement.”

“I’m glad,” she said, “I like pleasing you and if being
pregnant adds to your excitement, that’s even better. I also want
to let you know that it builds my self-image. Even though I’m not
that far along, until last week, I was concerned about losing my
attractiveness.”

“You don’t have to worry about that with me, at least. But I
will admit, I don’t feel that way about all pregnant women, just
you.” And with that, I lifted her back up onto the sofa and kissed
her hard.

Since I had already cum twice, I knew I’d have to rest for a
little while before I’d be able to get it up again. As we sat
there talking and sipping our drinks, Teri became restless and got
up to wander about the room. As she did, I watched her as she
moved around. Her legs were still super; firm and lithe, with none
of the flab I usually associated with pregnant women. Her ass was
shapely and retained its sexy sway when she walked. Her tummy was
well rounded and taut and I wondered if she would lose that
firmness as she got bigger. The swelling wasn’t much yet, but it
was evenly distributed and she carried it well. Her tits seemed to
have gotten bigger after she got pregnant. The nipples were more
erect than before and the rings around them slightly darker. Of
course, her face was still beautiful. As I watched her, I felt
myself getting hard again and reached down and started stroking my
cock slowly. She turned around and saw me and said, “If anyone
gets to do that, it’s going to be me.”

She came up to me and straddled my legs, giving me a quick,
but full shot of her pussy. She sat down and took my cock in her
hands and started playing with it. I reached up and fondled her
tits and ran my hands over her swelling tummy and between her
legs. As I did, I felt her wetness and knew she was ready for
another round. The last time we had fucked, I took her from behind
so I wouldn’t rest my weight on top of her. This time, I was
determined to fuck her in such a way as to be able to see her body
underneath me. So I swung her off my lap and laid her back on the
sofa with her legs hanging off the front.

I arranged her so her ass was right at the edge of the couch
and spread her legs wide. I knelt down between her legs and licked
and sucked her pussy to really get her juices flowing. When her
cunt was wet and ready for me, I knelt up straight and got as
close to her as I could. My cock was right at her pussy and just
on the exact level to enter her. I took my cock in my hand and
rubbed the head against her pussy, getting ready to drive it deep
inside her. With each motion, I leaned forward a little more,
until I had the head inside her. Then I thrust forward, burying
half my cock in her pussy in one stroke. She threw back her head
and moaned loudly. Her ass was humping up and down, meeting my
strokes one for one. With each thrust, I entered her a little
more, until I couldn’t go in any farther. I started fucking her in
earnest; humping my ass back and forth while kneeling between her
legs. I had a good view of her pussy as it accepted my strokes and
the rest of her body as well.

I watched as my shaft rubbed against her clit and took
pleasure in her reaction. She sat up a little and reached down to
fondle my balls as I fucked her. She took both of them in her hand
and rolled them around. Squeezing one, then the other. With her
other hand, she played with her tits. Pinching them and rolling
the nipples around between her fingers. As she payed attention to
one, I played with the other. Following her lead as she got more
and more excited. With my other hand, I felt her tummy rise and
fall with her breathing.

My cock was quickly covered with her juices and I put my
finger inside her cunt and then in my mouth, sucking it and
savoring the taste of her excitement. As I continued to fuck her,
I saw she was building up to her climax, so I changed my motion. I
slowed down my thrusts and drove them as deep inside her as I
could. I had found she really liked me to go slow as she started
to cum, and I was more than willing to oblige. As I started
fondling her body again, I felt a slight tremor start to build and
I knew she was about to cum. Her eyes were shut tightly and she
was moving her head from side to side. As she came, her pussy
muscles grabbed hold of my cock and held it deep inside her. Her
contractions made me unable to hold off cumming and I shot another
load of hot cum inside her. She threw her legs around me and
crossed them behind my ass, holding me inside her while she
continued to climax. Finally, she came down from her cum and went
limp on the sofa. My cock lost its hardness and slid from her
pussy with a slight sucking sound. I leaned forward and kissed
her, then her tits and belly, and finally her pussy. I licked her
and my cum from it and kissed her mouth again, letting her taste
it.

We spent the rest of the night making love and cat-napping.
Just before I took her home the next morning, we made love again
and promised to get together as soon and as often as we could.

Archive-author: William Bloom

Archive-title: Out in the Woods

It was “Senior Ditch Day”, and a group of us had head out to

Whilhite State Park. It was a beautiful place, set right at the

foot of the mountains. Things were a little uncomfortable for

me, because I was a last minute addition to the party. I didn’t

really plan on going, because my ex-girlfriend, April, was going

to be there.

She broke up with me, because she “couldn’t handle the

relationship.” I think it was because she’s got this prudish

hang-up about only having sex in the missionary position.

Anyway, I noticed that all day long, April and another girl,

Ellen were watching me. Every time I looked in their direction,

they’d look away, and Ellen would look kind of embarrassed. I

could imagine what April had been telling her.

Ellen was kind of pretty. She usually wore clothes that

were too big for her. Her hair hung straight down, and she wore

no make-up. I don’t think I’d ever really saw her with anyone at

school before. It was kind of strange that she was at the party

anyway.

Ellen never hung with any crowd. She was quiet, and was

definitely out of place with just about anyone. April was

probably doing her a favor by bringing her along. She had been

staying by April’s side all day long.

After a few hours, and one flag football game later, I

noticed that Ellen had left the crowd. I couldn’t see her

anywhere. That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I turned, it was April. She look kind of sheepish.

“Can you do me a favor, Billy?” she asked.

I felt a little flush of heat in my face. Our last

argument had contained a little line by her that said, “Fine,

don’t do me any favors!” I fought back the urge to remind her of

it.

“I guess so.” I was somewhat of a push over.

“I was telling Ellen about the falls up the mountain,” she

told me.

“So?”

“She went up there. She didn’t want anyone to come along.

It’s quite a hike, and she might get lost.”

“So, you want me to catch up to her and make sure she

doesn’t,” I said.

“No! I was thinking about you following her, and if she

gets into any trouble, then you can help her.”

Boy, was I a push over. I didn’t like the idea of leaving a

good party, just to follow some girl up a mountain. I picked up

a pack and threw a couple of beers in it, and started up the

trail. I had been to the falls before, and I knew it was a

twenty minute hike.

I was only a few minutes behind Ellen, and soon caught up to

her. I stay behind her, and of to the side of the trail, so that

if she looked back, she wouldn’t see me. I tried to move as

quietly as possible.

The noon sun cut through the trees, and I stripped off my

shirt as I went. My t-shirt was soaked with sweat. I shoved the

shirt in the bag.

After awhile, Ellen reached the pools at the bottom of the

falls. I stayed back in the brush and drank a beer while she

walked around the pools and picked up rocks. I could have killed

April for sending me up here.

For a few moments, Ellen studied a rock, then threw it into

the clear water. This was a beautiful area, and not too many

people knew about it. I watched Ellen as she took off her shoes.

She looked into the water, and dipped her foot. The water must

have been cold. But, a second later, she dove in, with all her

clothes on.

A few seconds passed, and she didn’t come up, I was about to

leave my post and dive in after her, when suddenly she broke the

surface, and took in a big gasp of air. April was really in for

it.

Ellen swam around for awhile, and then decided that it was

time to get out of the water. She pulled herself out of the

water, found a sunny area on the rock, and lay down. She

shivered a few times, then sat up.

For some reason, I knew what was coming next. She pulled

her shirt out, unbuttoned it, and took it off. She wasn’t

wearing a bra, and her tiny little breasts matched the whiteness

of the rest of her torso. She sat back on her hands for a moment

and let the sun shine down on the tiny mounds of her chest.

Satisfied with the heat, she unbuttoned her jeans, stood up

and slid them off, leaving just a pair of wet, white, cotton

panties. Again, she spread herself in the sun.

With her back turned to me, she bent over and gave me the

best view I had had so far. Slowly, she pulled her panties off,

to show me a small, white, round ass, with her tiny brown haired

muff peeking from between her legs. She stood straight, and

stretched in the light, turned a little so that I could see the

front of her.

Her pussy didn’t take up a lot of area between her legs.

Just a little bit of brown, curly hair covered the small “V”.

She had been hiding a nice little body under all those clothes.

She stayed in the sun for a moment, then turned and walked

into the woods. Suddenly, her little swim and nude sunbathing

turned into a nudist fantasy. I decided to follow her, but kept

my distance. After all, she might run into trouble. Right?

It was kind of easy keeping track of her as she walked naked

through trees. Then, she was gone. How had I lost her. There

was a small clearing just a few feet away, but as I walked into

it, I still could not see her.

As I stood there, about to feel panic, I got the feeling I

was being watched. I turned, and at the other end of the meadow

was Ellen. She was standing with her hand lightly folded over

her pussy.

“I think you’re a bit over-dressed, Billy,” she said and

began to walk towards me.

I knew exactly what she was talking about and pulled off my

t-shirt. She was close now, and reached a hand out and touched

my chest. I cupped my hand around one of her breasts. It was

firm, and the nipple was hard. I looked into her eyes, and her

hand wandered down and rubbed my crotch.

“April said you could help me,” she said.

“With what?” I asked, still not believing what was

happening.

“Well, I’ve got these great, big fantasies, but, I’ve never

had sex with a man before.” Her hand rubbed harder into my

crotch.

“Never?”

“Well, I’ve been with April before, and we like to finger

each other, but it’s not the same.”

This was a revelation to me. April never came across as a

bi-sexual type. It’s not that I don’t like bi-sexual girls, in

fact I’m all for it. My first fuck was with my sister, and her

girlfriend. I just didn’t think April was into anything that

kinky.

“Maybe I can help,” I said.

Her fingers fumbled around my belt, and finally loosened it.

She then unzipped my pants. Her hand pushed in past my briefs,

and her fingers wandered up and down the hard on that I had had

for quite awhile. Her face showed her inexperience, as she

looked surprised at what she was doing.

She pulled her hand out, and backed away, smiling. She

walked off about ten feet, then found a sunny place to lay down.

I pulled off my shoes and socks. Then stripped my pants off, and

threw them to the side.

As I walked towards her, Ellen got to her knees, reached out

her hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock. For a moment,

she just touched it. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft,

and fingered my balls. She studied it intently. Then noticed a

tiny drop of jism on the tip.

She moved closer and lightly flicked it with her tongue.

She must have liked it, because she wrapped her tongue around the

head of my dick, and then tried to swallow it. For a beginner,

she was good. She couldn’t have learned this from April, because

April wouldn’t even think of going down on my cock.

Ellen worked my cock over and over. A couple of times I let

her think I was getting ready to cum, and she got even more

excited and worked even harder. Before long, I cut loose with a

mighty jet of jism. Some of it spilled out of her mouth, but she

quickly brought it back in with her tongue. She fell back onto

the grass and smiled. Her hands fell to her cunt and began to

furiously pump in and out.

“Oh, I’m so horny,” she said, “Help me?”

I nodded, and knelt between her feet. I displaced her hands

with mine, and pushed my fingers in and out of her wet box. Its

own perfume drifted up and gave me new energy. I felt my dick

getting harder than before.

“Eat me, please, eat me,” she pleaded. It was almost a cry.

I didn’t waste anytime. I moved down and plunged my tongue

into her slit. I pried at her door, but is was tight, and

something harder would have to open it. I flicked and sucked at

her clit until she was rocking in the grass. She moaned and

groaned, and even squealed once or twice. This was as much a

treat for me as it was her.

I pulled her legs further apart, and pulled them up to my

shoulders, just as I was aiming my cock at her tight, virgin

cunt, something at the edge of the meadow caught my attention.

April was sitting on a large rock. Stark naked, and

fingering herself madly. There was another surprise. She was a

voyeur. That wasn’t going to stop me now.

I turned my attention back towards the girl under me.

“Fuck me, please. Slide into me, Billy,” she said.

I did just that. Her hole was tight, but it gave under the

gentle pressure of my rod. This time she squealed, and almost

screamed. She threw her whole body into the action. I don’t

know who was pumping harder, me or her, but I do know that her

cunt was trying to swallow my dick whole.

Just before she was about to climax, I pulled out of her,

and moved up her body. I placed my dick between her tiny breasts

and gave her the best tit fuck I could. She bent her head up,

and sucked at the head of my cock and I shot my load in her

face.

I heard a squeak come from the edge of the meadow, and knew

that April had cum, too.

I climbed off of Ellen, turned her over, and lifted her to her

knees. She looked back at me over her shoulder. Her eyes showed

her passion. I parted the lips of her cunt, and pushed my cock

into her. Slowly I began to pump into her and she pumped back

to me. She was fuck crazy.

It wasn’t before long that she was ready to cum, and me,

too. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I slid my

thumb into her butt hole and worked it back and forth. Her

frenzy became a whole new experience for me. Then wildly, we

both came.

We collapsed on the grass and breathed together for some

time. Then, April joined us, and we started all over again.

April surprised me again, and again.

–

Greta spent most of her mornings behind her desk, dutifully working.

She was a Dutch girl from Utrecht, and she took her job pretty seriously. But every now and then she clicked over to a Dutch women’s forum to read up on other women and their bumps. Most of the topics were standard – about hormones and the nesting instinct – but one caught her eye.

‘Does your pregnancy make you insatiable?’it read in Dutch. She went on to explore the list and read the testimonies of many different Dutch women who found themselves not only with morning sickness in the first trimester, but craving physical attention from their husbands.

Though she would blush to admit it to anyone in the office, these women were right. She had never felt (or it seemed looked) as sexy as she did when she was pregnant.

Her ash brown hair looked alive. The early wrinkles under her eyes seemed to heal up.

It must be a girl she thought – for all of these female hormones to be exploding all over her body.

‘Oh my God – it’s so sexy’ she thought. She thought of her husband Max fucking her the way he did. He was a really good lay – and he had a nice sized dick. Just the thoughts of sizing up her husbands elephant trunk exciting her and she thought she really just had to go pee to cool herself off, and let some of that hot piss satisfy her for now.

She got up from the desk and started to walk towards the door when Robert came in.

Robert was about 7 years younger than she was, she reckoned, and he was the cutest boy at work – the one that was a little shy, but with a sweet side. The one, who if stuck on a desert island with, she would have no problem using to continue the human species.

‘Good morning, Robert,’she said in her soft Germanic accent. ‘Good morning, Greta’he replied. There was something so comforting in his body – she thought. Whenever she had to get close to him in the office it was as if every muscle relaxed. Sex signals, she thought. Radar. She was no twit. Buts she had a date to go the restroom and to ease her itch.

In the restroom she guided herself towards the last stall and sat down. There was a newspaper on the floor and she began to read on about those funny Americans Jessica Simpson and Angelina Jolie – as her naked finger snaked its way up and down her ravine.

She looked down and she liked what she saw. She loved her vagina – and she loved it more now that she was pregnant. She loved tracing a signature over her pink lips and relished pushing her clit ever so slightly. She began to work her slender fingers and developed a sort of groove or rhythm as she read on about the news. She knew she really shouldn’t get off in the ladies toilet, but her finger kept its rhythm and so she began to squeeze her leg muscles and rub her flesh.

She began to think about Max and his big muscle and how it filled her box up. She really enjoyed the late night fuckings they had had. But she knew that not just Max could get her off in a quick way so she would have to go a little dirty. As she toyed with her wet flesh she began to envision another man – a bit silent, a bit dark, but handsome and warm – with a long body, and a long penis.

As he guided her to the bed in her fantasy she opened herself to him and let him have his way with her. She enthusiastically sucked him and let him have her ass and her face and finally her pussy – yes her pussy, where he would shoot his thick hot load. Mmm. The pleasure.

She continued to itch at herself – building a rhythm and embracing the strong man of her fantasy who took her ass, who took her everything, who used her like a rubber and threw her away.

Christ he was big. He stretched her with that big cock… GASP. When you withhold a loud orgasm the one that comes is a bit different and Greta essentially felt her body implode. It was like that idea of seeing stars. She felt a bit delirious and her body began to chill and convulse. Cold sweat built up on the back of her neck. She was light headed but then reclaimed her sense of place

‘Ah,’ She thought. ‘Now that is what English-speakers call ‘the big O.”

After she had calmed her pink pussy lips in the ladies, Greta returned to clarity. She remembered that Max was having a show that Thursday night in a comedy production in North Beach.

She had promised him to get as many of her coworkers to come, and so she dutifully announced to her coworkers when she got back from the ladies that they should all come and spend $5 to see Max and his colleagues perform at the church.

‘I’m going, Robert’ said matter of factly. ‘My girlfriend’s sister is in that show.’

Robert looked cute, Greta thought in a relaxed way. Maybe he was her mystery date in the ladies. ‘Oh,’ Greta smiled from behind her work station. ‘See you there.’

BARE AS A BODKIN

City Thursdays in Spring sometimes were wet and moist, sometimes were cold and windy, but on special occasions were humid and warm a prelude to summer.

Bars filled up after work, and all the good looking city people got together to drink beer, shoot pool, and engage in ancient courting rituals.

While Katrina and Robert needed neither spirits nor atmosphere to get their grooves on, they decided to have a few beers before catching her sister Lila in the show at St. Agnes.

The performance was called “Bare as a Bodkin” and it was some sort of raunchy take on Shakespeare. As they walked to the theater the two began to hold hands.

‘You know some people from work might be here tonight,’ Robert said trying to make small talk.

‘Oh yeah, who?’ asked Katrina. ‘Well, I know that Greta’s husband Max is performing, so I guess we’ll see Greta.’

‘Oh’ said Katrina. ‘That’s cool.’

Robert could tell that Katrina was a bit jealous. The truth was she knew that he probably liked her – she knew her boyfriend’s postures, his language, the way he said a woman’s name. Sensing his girlfriend’s apprehension he decided to proclaim her lack of accessibility to him.

‘Yeah, she’s expecting,’ he said.

‘Oh yeah?’ Katrina said, returning from her analytical detachment. ‘How far a long is she?’

‘Three months, ‘Robert answered.

When they got to St. Agnes they saw that it was going to be a big show. The line was out the church’s basement door and all sorts of hipster kids were outside smoking and joking.

Katrina and Robert waited in line, and slowly worked their way to the table where two young women, dressed as nymphs out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, took their $10 and stamped their hands. They then proceeded into the main chamber, which was entirely black and surrounded by bleachers. Katrina and Robert worked their way up to the top of one side and got a good seat.

Robert strained to recognize any of the guys from work, but couldn’t see anybody. Then out of the corner of his eye he spied her shape across the stage and at the front row. She was dressed in a dark velvety dress and had on black heels. She looked SEXY.

The bleachers began to fill up until the whole room was heavy with breathing and anticipation – when one of the nymphs came on stage and launched into a very risque sonnet. The audience laughed, but Robert was preoccupied with the mass across from him. He thought about her bump and he felt a noticeable twang in his penis.

There were several men on stage, but Robert couldn’t tell which one was Max. He assumed he was the bigger guy – but who knew. All he knew is that he just wanted to keep sneaking glances at his coworker Greta, and he did until she got up about half an hour into the show – just about the same time he felt a pressure on his bladder from the beer he had had earlier.

He asked one of the non-acting nymphs to point him towards the restrooms and she instructed him to go through a series of doors towards the back of the church, behind the kitchen. He almost got lost, but finally wound his way through the maze to the men’s restroom where he let go of his huge burden. He cleaned himself off and buttoned up and turned around to leave, all the time thinking of Greta and her legs and her bump, and her smile. He ‘must have a crush’he thought, hoping that if he classified his emotions they would go away.

But then he saw her coming the opposite direction. In her gorgeous medieval outfit. Their eyes met and he felt like he had been shot with 120 volts of energy.

‘Hi Greta.’

‘Oh – it’s so good you came,’ she said. She seemed cheerful and less industrious than her normal workself. They exchanged a bit of awkward body language but then Robert blurted out ‘You look really nice tonight.’

‘Thank you, so do you’ she said. This was terrible he thought. He had to do something. He had to say something, and the alcohol in his system just let his true thoughts slip out without warning.

‘I think you look really nice – especially because you are pregnant,’ he said.

‘Oh you are not the only one who has noticed,’ Greta replied with a grin. ‘I have noticed too. I think I am having a girl because of all this estrogen in my body. ‘She reached down and touched her bump and moved closer to him.

‘Here, feel,’ she said. ‘Feel my bump.’ She pulled her nervous hand closer and put it on her belly.

The bump felt somewhere between soft and hard. He was nervous to touch it too heavily, but felt calmed by the bump. She looked up at him, a kind of deep glare in her eyes and breathed heavily. ‘You know Robert,’ she said with a hysterical tinge to her voice.

‘I really want to kiss you. Will you kiss me?’

he leaned forward and kissed her forehead and then her nose, and then…my God…her mouth. ‘I just feel so sexy since I have been pregnant,’ Greta said sensitively, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk of a waist. ‘I just feel so aroused all the time.’

They began to kiss and Robert felt like a 14 year old in the middle of his first time. The air seemed so cold and he felt afraid because he was kissing another man’s wife, and afraid because she was pregnant, but overwhelmed by whatever pheromones escaped from her body and deeply in love with her scent, a scent he had breathed so deeply.

‘Please come with me’ she said, leading him down a hall way through a door to a dark room. She flicked on a switch and there hung many robes worn by priests and lay people.

‘Here’ she said, ‘help me take this thing off.’ Robert helped her lift the skirt off her trim body revealing nothing underneath but her angelic form – her tiny, yet swollen breasts, like a 15 year-old’s, so soft they would fit perfect in his hand. And of course her tummy, which started at the base of her rib cage, and protruded out in a natural arc just like he had thought of – perfect, hot and growing.

‘Can I?,’Robert hesitated. ‘Can I kiss it?’ She planted hot kisses on his cheeks and guided his face down to her bump. He kneeled before her and began to plant little daisies of kisses along the lining of her skin, hiding them in her pelvic valleys, and stopping to feel her curly black pubic hair tickle his chin.

She looked so gorgeous in the cloakroom light and he felt a bit overwhelmed down on his knees. But he stood up and she began to unbutton his shirt and pants. They soon were both completely hot and naked and she decided to take advantage of the situation.

‘Robert – I want you to fuck me’she said. ‘I want you in every orifice of me’she said as she guided his cock towards her thigh. She then slowly kneeled down and began to plant kisses along his rod, looking up to savor the feeling of another man’s big dick in her palm. Robert, as she expected, was quite long and thick and engorged by the sight of her angelic body. She felt so hot as she let his big thickness come into her mouth. She toyed with his p-spot as he grabbed masses of her hair and stood at attention and continued to bob her head up and down on his big dick. He mumbled and a certain giddiness began to spur in his testes as the night air hit his shaft as she savored him. He thought about where he would fuck her, in her throat, in her puckered little ass, that tight little ass, and finally deep in her mystic oven, where the next generation was brewing.

some. Dr. Maxwell Jones, otherwise known as Mac to his friends and colleagues,

sat enjoying his coffee in relative silence. It was his first day as a Professor

at the Institute for Science and Technology and already he was bored to tears. He

stared idly into the newspaper, propping his feet on the coffee table, while

lounging his tall frame on the hard couch. As the lounge area started to get more

and more crowded, he decided to head down to his office before his first lecture.

After a moment’s hesitation, he dismissed the thought of introducing himself to

the newcomers, instead he left with a casual, “Good Day” and a wink at the

ladies.

Peering over her mug Dianne asked, “You know him, Janine. What’s the scoop?”

“Who? Dr. Jones? Yes, we’ve met before,” answered Janine. In fact, they had more

than just met. The two of them had quickly become very intimate at Berkeley

several years ago. It took her a couple of months to recover from their caustic

break up, but she still had the urge to kiss him whenever she saw his ruggedly

handsome features. He was the essence of danger, the definition of male

chauvinism personified; yet, she had never stopped loving him.

“He does not look like a scientist, much less the most highly qualified member of

the scientific community,” blurted out Dr. Ronald Peterson. Of course, anyone who

didn’t wear tweed, a pocket protector, and spend enormous amounts of time

bragging about their success meant they probably were not, in Ron’s book at

least, a “Scientific Mind.” It especially meant they didn’t deserve the praise of

all academia like Dr. Jones had won the year before with his brilliantly

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

“Actually, his work has brought new light to the field of Science,” said Janine.

“From what I hear, he is arrogant, self assured, acts like a teenager, and has no

respect for authority,” spat Ron in disgust. Tiny droplets of spittle flew from

Ron’s mouth as he lectured on about the necessity for authority and correct

behavior being the most important characteristics >>for any Instructor to have

because without them chaos would ensue. “You see, we are considered role models!”

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

“I like this Dr. Jones already,” whispered Dianne, diverting her thoughts back

and forth from Dr. Jones to her coffee mug. “I am certain he was watching me

before he left,” she thought as she started to fidget with the top button of her

blouse. She had felt that particular “something” emanating from his open-eyed

stare. Perhaps, it was her imagination, but she still felt his animal magnetism

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

“Further more, if it were not for his supposed high intelligence and his somewhat

ground breaking work, he would only be an associate professor at a small college

in the middle of nowhere,” droned Ron, as he finally sputtered out of steam.

“Tell us more about him, Janine. This is getting interesting.”

“Well, he is a womanizer. He drinks too much…and, all in all, he is a bad

influence.”

“Didn’t he win that triathlon last year?” asked Lydia, whom up to this moment sat

idly by listening to the gossip as if it was the latest rerun of “Seinfeld.”

“He is a hard drinker, yet he is a health nut! Make up your minds,” demanded

Dianne in mock anger.

“Well, he is a hypocrite in a certain sense. He has been married four times. Each

wife was high spirited, intelligent, and unforgiving. His first wife was a

lawyer. She wanted to change him. His second wife was a doctor. She wanted to

settle down and have a family. His third wife caught him cheating on her with her

own sister.”

“His wife’s sister? How tacky,” blurted Ron

“And his fourth wife?” asked Dianne.

“Back on the prowl again, Di? Thought you were going with that beefcake soldier

boy? What’s his name, Biff?” stabbed Ron, with his searing, highbrow sarcasm.

“No, his name was Bill,” she replied, licking her lips suggestively, thus causing

Ronald to head off to his office, after he announced: “Well, I must go prepare

for my 10:00.” She was sure old Ronny had a severe crush on her and she did

everything she possibly could to frustrate the poor bugger.

Once, out of sheer boredom she let the old man watch her through the partially

open door to her office from the hallway as she changed into her jogging outfit.

She found that changing in her office saved her some extra time before doing her

daily exercise routine. Moreover, it drove Ronald mad with desire every time he

watched her from his window as she bounced her way down the front steps. She

still smirked every time she thought about how he reacted as she once burst

through the door and bumped into him, making sure her hand clumsily boinked him

in the groin. She had often wondered just how exactly well built he was in the

sex department. However, she never planned on finding out by sleeping with him

because she couldn’t even stand being next to him, let alone stand the thought of

being under him.

“Is he still married?” Dianne asked, trying a different approach.

“His fourth wife died of natural causes. I think it was Cancer.”

“Oh. That’s sad. Do you know if he has a girlfriend yet?”

“For crying out loud, Dianne. You haven’t even met him yet.”

“What?” she asked indignantly. “What’s wrong with wanting to get to know your

colleagues?”

Lydia rolled her eyes as she chuckled at her colleague’s behavior. With her

innocent coy eyes and lack of makeup, she portrayed a natural beauty. Her deep

brown orbs reflected sympathy with their warm, enticing stare. She was an

optimist and felt everybody needed a fair chance to prove themselves. She hadn’t

officially met Dr. Jones, but she followed his work very closely. In her heart

and mind, she knew that Dr. Jones was probably more human and more real than the

participants in this current childlike discussion. She sat listening to them like

it was just another form of entertainment without any merit whatsoever,

entertaining none the less. She, herself, had received her job because of her

father, General Frank Trent. The government-funded research, that the University

relied on, created a need to keep the relationship congenial between the two

institutions. Her parents had planned her whole life. Her only time of freedom

was in college, where she found her sexuality. Yet, due to her strict upbringing,

she denied herself happiness with her only true love, Kate McCormick. They were

buddies, who had met one fateful Saturday night in the TV lounge at their

dormitory keeping each other company while the rest of the campus partied until

dawn.

“And why are you laughing, Lydia? You should know as well as I do that good men

are hard to find,” stated Dianne, who had always thought of Lydia as an old maid

type. By the time she would get around to try to get a man, her quaint good looks

would be gone and she would be left high and dry. “Or low and wet,” Dianne

thought to herself as she noticed her own growing discomfort between her legs.

She was horny as always.

“Well, as much as I would love to sit around and talk about my sex life, I must

go to my class,” Lydia remarked absconding from the troubling chatter, which by

some strange twist of fate she had been forced into.

“She really should get out more often,” said Dianne nonchalantly, not noticing

the look of distaste on Janine’s face at the uncalled for jibing of her best

friend and colleague.

Janine quickly excused herself from any further conversation and walked back to

her office. Once inside, she sat down heavily in her chair. She couldn’t keep her

mind off Mac because her mind kept recalling the long sexy nights she had shared

with him. It was the little things, which she thought she had always abhorred,

that enticed her and drove her to love him further. The gentle way he would kid

about her sexual appetite, the crude and often abusive language he used while

making love and the overall sexy way he looked at her with his large inquisitive

eyes, all made her melt like butter in her seat.

Soon the unbearable heat between her thighs became a raging fire and she began to

thirst for something to quench her uncontrollable lust. “A finger or two would

do,” she thought as she closed her eyes. She had plenty of time, until her first

lecture. Slowly, as if it moved on its own, her right hand crept down to pull up

her dress. One hand found a breast, while the other dug its way into her soaking

wet panties. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her as her hand came in contact

with her slick, feminine perfumed sex. Through her lust filled daze, she heard a

knock at the door.

Straightening herself up and rushing to the door with a professional face, she

opened the door after unlocking it nervously. There stood the object of her

fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

“Good morning, Doctor,” he said stepping into the small tasteful office of Dr.

Janine Sloane.

Not sure of what to say, feel or do, Janine extended her hand out to greet him.

In a pseudo-like gesture of sincerity, actually more of a mock romanticism, Mac

took her hand and kissed it like he would the delicate hand of a princess. She

noticed his eyes widen slightly with erotic intent. She thought at first he had

caught her in the act of solitary pleasure, and a second later it was obvious he

had, his sparkling eyes projecting that knowledge. She flushed as she realized

the evidence was right there under his nose, he could feel the slight dampness

and taste the remnants of her womanly secretions on her hand.

“Did I come at a bad time?”

“No, I was just getting some work done,” she replied, taking her hand away.

“I bet.”

“What do you want Mac?” she asked.

“I just wanted to say hello, that’s all,” he said stepping closer. She could feel

his magnetic personality pulling her towards him. Even the deep character lines

around his sinister smile were making her feel woozy.

“Well, hello. I am really sorry, but I must be going,” she said, picking up her

books to leave and to get as far away from him as possible.

“We will catch up later, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

She walked briskly to her classroom, thinking about his stare of sexual innuendo.

He had degraded her again with just the look in his eyes. The knowledge that he

knew she had been touching herself made her want to go and hide forever, but it

also made her feel extremely randy. Mac always made her randy; in fact, it was

his specialty. He could make any situation erotic no matter what they were doing.

Once in the early days of their courtship, they had been sitting at a play. He

started letting his hands wander, holding her close, whispering tantalizing

thoughts in her ear – thoroughly letting his magnetic charm make her weak at the

knees. He exuded sex from every pore in his body like it was a hormonal

pheromone. They could have been at a funeral and she would have gotten excited.

Dragging herself back from the faculty meeting for the Science department, Janine

couldn’t believe her newfound situation. Part of her hated Mac for everything he

stood for and another part of her yearned for his touch. “I guess opposites do

attract,” she thought. There were no two other people who were SO as different

from one another as she and Mac. His idea of a romantic evening usually was a

brutal verbal battle of wits, followed by a passionate make up session. She never

had to beg anything from anyone before she met him, especially for sex. Never had

she been so willing to be subjugated by a male through her own desire – like she

allowed herself to be with Mac. She wasn’t into BDSM or anything, but he knew all

the right buttons to push to bring her down to a totally submissive level. For

awhile, she had thought it was just a phase she was going through, but it wasn’t.

He overwhelmed her. He personified the arrogant, self-confident bad boy while she

played the “goody two shoes” role as if they were cast in a cheesy romance novel.

She often pictured herself as the rich catholic schoolgirl, with Mac as the boy

from the other side of the tracks.

A strange sound interrupted her brooding as she rounded the corner to her office.

For a second she thought she heard sobbing coming from Lydia’s office next to

hers. Apprehensively, she started to knock on the door, but before her knuckles

could rap on the big heavy door, she heard a conversation between Lydia and

presumably one of her students. It seemed a bit too early in the semester for

such a sobbing appeal to a professor.

“I just can’t do it,” sobbed the faceless girl.

“Listen,” said Lydia’s voice. “Sometimes, you just have to find your priorities.

It will all work out.”

“How do you do it? I mean live with the knowledge you’re not like other girls?”

“Well, I usually try to think of myself as normal because there is nothing

abnormal about me. It’s the people who would put me down for being different that

are abnormal. They have the problem and I don’t,” said Lydia, as she thought of

how much a hypocrite she was being. The poor girl needed advice though and damned

if she was going to allow the girl to make the same mistakes she had made at that

age. “Once you find happiness you should hold onto it,” she thought, as Kate’s

last words echoed in her mind. Their last goodbye kiss had lasted for hours as

they lounged in bed memorizing each other’s body with their lips, tongue and

hands. She couldn’t forget the beautiful image of Kate’s long, raven hair

whipping side to side with each spasm of pleasure that she had given her. There

had been nothing like it in the world for her before and there probably never

would be again.

“You’re right, you know,” the girl said, as she blotted the tears from her face

with a soiled tissue.

The girl noticed the caring in the soft eyes looking at her. It was that

tenderness that led her back to reality. She felt a warmth as she gradually

calmed down to her normal happy self. It was so kind of the doctor to talk to her

and to let her in on her secret. They both shared something very special.

“Someday, you will find happiness, Charlotte. And when you do, don’t let it slip

away.”

“Dr. Trent?” She asked. Her eyes pleaded for some sign of what to do next and she

knew this woman had the answers she sought.

“Yes?”

“I was just wondering, I mean, I know you told me that you were…like me, but I

was wondering if you have ever?” she asked hoping the attractive older woman

would divulge the secret knowledge she yearned for, since she had first found

herself attracted to a woman. She ached to know what it would be like to kiss a

woman, let alone make love to one. If she was ever going to find out, then she

hoped it would be from a generous and sweet person like Dr. Trent.

“Dated another woman? Yes, a long time ago, when I was in college,” Lydia stated

apprehensively, wondering if she should have mentioned her own sexual preferences

to the girl after she had found her crying after class.

“What was it like?”

“Well,” she paused, not sure of how to explain what it was like or even if she

could. Then, she wondered if it was her place as Charlotte’s professor even to

have this conversation with her and admitted: “It’s very special.”

Charlotte brushed her hair from out of her eyes and just stared at Lydia with a

new look in her eyes. Lydia knew that look well. It was the same look she saw on

Kate’s the first night they professed their love for each other. It was a look

with a combination of love, respect, and lust. Whether or not Charlotte was in

love, or even somewhat attracted to Lydia, was hard to tell, but the chemistry

between Instructor and Student had changed.

“If you would like, you can call me anytime, if you like to talk about things,”

said Dianne, regretting it as soon as she spoke the words. She didn’t know what

she was doing. Something like this could cause her to lose her job. “What if the

rest of the University finds out?” she thought.

“May I? Thank you! You are the only person I have to talk to about this.”

“Of course, you can, Charlotte. Nevertheless, let’s keep this conversation to

ourselves. I am not out. Out of the closet, that is. It could cause problems for

me.”

“No, don’t worry! I know what that is like.”

Janine trembled with surprise as she listened to the startling conversation. She

knew Lydia was not interested in finding a man or a husband, but had thought it

was just because she had been hurt in past relationships.

“And what are we up to Doctor?” asked an all too familiar voice.

“Oh, I was just going to ask Lydia a question, but she is busy with a student.

What are you up to Mac?”

“I was just going to drop by to see if you had changed your mind yet? How about

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

“Perhaps, but I am watching my weight,” she said, licking her lips unconsciously.

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

She knew she was setting herself up for another fall, but she had always had

trouble saying no to Mac. “I can handle having dinner with him,” she thought,

reassuring herself.

Sitting at her desk, she noticed a small petite black girl leaving Lydia’s

office. The girl was definitely a beauty and probably had all the boys falling at

her feet. It seemed ironic to Janine as she thought about Lydia and all the

signs, which she had missed, that now so clearly suggested she was bisexual if

not lesbian. It was hard thinking of Lydia in that way. She had always seemed so

calm, reserved, and rather asexual. Evidently, there was a lot more to her than

appearances suggested.

***

By the end of the day, Dianne found herself alone in her office with damp panties

and a caffeine rush. Too much caffeine gave her way too much energy, making her

bounce off the walls. She looked forward to meeting Mac privately to get to know

him better, so taking matters into her own hands she had put a note on his desk

asking him to drop by for a chat. Life had become boring in the past month or so.

Her summer had been filled with hot sex and companionship, but then Bill had

shipped off to southeast Asia somewhere. Of course, she polished his pistol for

him before he departed, but that had been over four weeks ago. While she did

indulge in a casual one nighter here and there, she had not been thoroughly

fucked in over a week.

Dianne once had thought of going to a sex addicts meeting, but she figured she

would probably screw all the members. She started to fantasize about all the

different kind of “members” that would be at a sex addicts meeting. “It would be

like a candy shop,” she thought. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of

such tantalizing thoughts, as she started to go through her lecture notes for the

next day.

“Come on in,” she announced, after hearing the knock at the office door. She

licked her lips and casually ran her hand down to smooth out her dress.

“Well, hello there, Doctor. How are the classes going?”

Mac just walked in and perched on the desk inside of Dianne’s office as they

exchanged pleasantries and informal hellos. He knew she was the complete opposite

of the women he usually went for, but she seemed all right. Her personality

needed some fine-tuning, yet she still had an excellent body. “Perhaps,” he

thought, “taking this job wasn’t that bad of an idea.” It had been getting a bit

uncomfortable at Berkeley after his countless rendezvous’ with half the female

student population. Sometimes, it was just easier to screw a student, rather than

be slapped with a sexual harassment suit from a fellow employee. The students

were much more liberal.

“So, I hope you don’t find this too bold, but would you like to have dinner

tonight? You know, a get to know the new guy dinner,” Dianne asked, hoping he

would answer in the affirmative, although she didn’t have a serious doubt that he

would.

“Dinner? I have…plans. How about a raincheck?”

“Oh, ok…sure…no problem,” she said smiling, but visibly taken aback.

“Well, I must get going. Lovely talking to you,” he winked.

Dianne sat down with a loud thump. If there was ever a time she needed to be

fucked, this had been it. “Damn,” she thought. “He’s probably gay.” At this

point, she would have screwed anything that moved. It had been a long day and she

decided to head home for the day. Perhaps, she would go down to Bill’s Bar. She

could make it that far. The gentlemen there usually liked seeing her and right

now, she wasn’t in a mood to be very discriminating.

***

Over dinner at a fancy restaurant, Mac brought the conversation back around to

sex. It was his favorite subject. Janine didn’t seem to mind though. She couldn’t

keep her mind off of it either; in fact, his familiar sensuality was starting to

get to her. He smelled wonderful. She started to become lost in his eyes like a

little girl watching her teenage idol.

“So, do you still scream out my name when you make love?” he asked.

“I never screamed out your name.”

“No? I remember, and I am sure all of Palo Alto remembers, that you did.

Actually, I bet I could make you scream my name right now,” he said, goading her

on.

“Hmm, I don’t think so. What are you going to do hit me?” she asked, remembering

the game. Perhaps it’s the wine, she thought, as she made a mental note not to

accept another glass of it. Then, all mental processes ceased to work when she

felt his stockinged foot creep up her pantyhose clad legs. He didn’t say a word

as he sipped his wine and let his probing foot climb higher up under her dress.

She gasped out, while looking around to see if anybody noticed his foot resting

on her upper thigh. The tablecloth was long enough to hide the game.

“No, I don’t have to hit you,” he said, as his foot found her the apex at the top

of her thighs. He noticed her spreading her legs further and knew he had her.

“So,” she gasped, “what do you think of your new job?” His toes had found her

special spot and were rubbing her persistently.

“Oh, I like this job, much better.”

Dianne couldn’t stand the torture any longer. She felt her frustrations leaving

her body in an excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm. She bit into a dinner roll as

the first wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She barely had time to fake

a cough as the second spasm caused her to clasp her legs together pinning his

foot tightly against her covered sex. When she was through, she heard him talking

softly to the waiter asking for more water.

“Are you alright, darling?”

“Must have gone down the wrong pipe. I am fine now,” she said, waving off the

waiter, with the start of a schoolgirl giggle.

“Would you like dessert now?” he asked, staring into her eyes with a look of

lust.

“Yes.”

***

Dianne lay in her tub with bubbles up to her neck. Her wet fleshy breasts poked

out from out under the frothy water. Her hands splashed around in the water

looking for her sponge. Teasing herself, she brushed her hand between her legs

and fought off the urge to submerge her fingers into herself. She was an expert

at auto arousal and could have written her thesis on it. Her thumb found her

clitoris and she thrummed it slowly, while rubbing the soapy flesh around her

slit under the water. Her middle finger slowly trailed her open lips. The labia

parted and a finger slipped into her.

The door opened and a burly looking man entered. He was a nightly patron to

Bill’s Bar. She liked the muscled hunk without a brain, which enjoyed being a

monthly patron to her open bed.

“Where would you like these glasses, Dianne?” he asked, holding two champagne

glasses in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other.

“Oh, forget the wine for now. Would you hand me that towel?” she asked, slowly

rising from the liquid depths of the tub. The water fell like sheets of rain down

her body and soapy bubbles clung to her body, lightly covering her furry sex and

firm breasts.

“Of course,” he answered. He was never one to talk too much. It was never

expected anyhow.

“Oh, I seem to have gotten you a bit wet. Let’s get those clothes off you before

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

“Oh, yeah…right!” he said, disrobing as if he was the next contestant competing

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

He picked her up easily as if one would pick up a doll. He carefully carried her

lithe form into the bedroom, over to the bed, then set her down, as if she were a

precious object. Unwrapping her towel, she swung her legs wide and teasingly

splayed her labia with her fingers, while saying, “You know what to do.”

He didn’t say a word as he knelt between her legs. The dim light of the bathroom

shadowed his hard rugged features. She looked down at his red fur covered head

while he slurped at her dark depths of pink. He swirled his tongue around her

womanhood like she had taught him. Her hips lurched forward against his face and

her body trembled with each thrust of his talented tongue. She groped at her own

breasts twisting the nipples slightly between her fingers. The tingles spread

through her body starting at her loins up to her stomach. It was time.

She yanked his hair, which prodded him to cease licking her; instead he got up on

his haunches and pressed his mammoth penis at her entrance. He thrust into her

letting her have the full length of his shaft quickly. Her groan of pleasure/pain

drove him to start moving quicker. He knew from past experience that she liked it

hard and fast. Her breathing matched his timed strokes and her breasts jiggled in

his hands as his mouth sought her rosy nipples. Simultaneously sucking and

humping her gyrating body, he felt the desire to spill his seed within her, but

he knew that would be a mistake because she was not done yet. Trying his best to

keep her climbing the staircase of her desire, he bucked his hips in a frenzy of

lust.

She was close and could feel his tension as he got closer to orgasm, too. She

moaned out that she was there. The orgasm made her body tense and her inner

muscles squeezed, churning the orgasm throughout her body. Her release made her

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

Mac opened the door to his apartment and ushered Janine into his humble abode.

The lights were flicked on and as soon as the door was closed, she threw her arms

around him. The kiss was urgent and full of passion. The two of them buckled to

their knees onto the shag carpet. Neither of them were worried about rug burn, as

they tore off their clothes in abandon.

He withdrew his mouth from hers and backed away. Mac looked at her with a knowing

grin and waited for her to ask. She had to ask because it was part of the game.

It was their game.

“Please…” she whispered.

“What?” he asked, “Would you like some wine?”

“No! Pleeaase,” she said reaching for him. She knew what she had to ask, but

tried to seduce him out of the game.

“Oh, would you like water instead?” he asked grinning wider.

“I want you.”

“Want me to do what?” he pressed further, stroking his penis.

“I want you to make love to me, NOW!” she gave in and begged.

“Ok.” He slid to the floor and started kissing her with lust. This was his

favorite part. Watching her beg was just the beginning. It was the way she

screamed his name in passion that he loved to hear her pant, moan and scream

because of what he did to her. Enveloping her body, mind and soul with desire got

him off. It was like no other thrill. She was like no other woman and he had had

many women. He had had all kinds of women. Some had large breasts he could play

with for hours, some had an ass he could look at forever, some had such a

beautiful face he could kiss for an eternity, but Janine was a woman whom he

could make love to forever because she loved every moment of his passionate

torture. She begged for his desire and she took him to another place. All it took

was for him to touch her with his naked hand on her thigh and she would open up

her soul to him. She would let him rape her mind for a moment of bliss. It was

something he felt guilty about, but he loved playing with emotions. He actually

went to other women in order to come back to her and make her love him more. It

was perverse and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself or his own desire.

The sex was wonderful. Their bodies bounced and heaved in a writhing bundle on

the carpeted floor and their moans pierced the night. The sound of the sweaty

bodies bucking and slapping into each other made them both quiver with passion.

The release was only the beginning. The game wasn’t over, yet.

***

Lydia lay on her couch watching “Seinfeld” again. Kramer had just entered the

room in a whirlwind of comedy as the phone rang. For a brief second she got

frightened that it might be Charlotte, but she figured it was probably her mother

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Dr. Trent?” asked a quiet feminine voice.

“Yes?” she asked. Her heart beat a mile a minute. Thoughts of how to get out of

her new found friendship with the girl passed through her head, each one seeming

like a lame excuse to ditch the poor girl in her need.

“I just wanted to thank you again. Am I bothering you?” Charlotte asked.

“No, no you’re not bothering me. Are you all right? You sound scared.”

“Well, I just don’t have anybody to talk to about my feelings and stuff.”

“Is there a girl involved? Perhaps, someone you know?” asked Lydia, assuming the

poor girl had a crush on someone.

“Yes, but I don’t think she is interested in me. I can’t really talk about this

on the phone. My roommate is coming back soon. It’s not too late at night for me

to come…I mean, oh nevermind. I am sure you have a lot more important things to

do.”

“Oh, I see. Well, you could come over here and talk about it. That would be

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

“Great! You don’t really mind?” Charlotte asked in a girlish voice.

Dianne gave the poor girl her address and hoped she wouldn’t have any trouble

finding the house. It was starting to get late and she didn’t want Charlotte

wandering the streets this late at night just to talk to her. Against her will,

she started to become anxious like a schoolgirl waiting for a date. She checked

her hair in the mirror and became even more nervous because of the effect

Charlotte was having on her.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive and Lydia let the desperate looking girl

into her home. Charlotte’s long dark hair hung down over her shoulder and rested

on her petite breasts framing her delicate olive face. She looked young, innocent

and beautiful, yet her eyes told a different story, as they shone brightly with

sexual intent.

Lydia had the girl come in and sit down, then relaxed as they talked about all

the obstacles in the path of lesbians in modern society. The discussion slowly

turned into laughter as they each relayed their horror stories. They both had

been caught glancing at other girls in a shower room and they both had crushes on

a roommate or two.

“Tell me about your roommate? What is she like?” asked Lydia.

“She is this cute little redhead. I just loved redheads!” Charlotte exclaimed and

Lydia blushed as she played with a red curly lock of hair.

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

“You have beautiful red hair,” Charlotte said getting bolder.

“Thank you. I often think of coloring it though. It gets a lot of attention.”

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

“I won’t…it’s just a thought I have every once in awhile.”

“Do you brush it often? Your hair is so shiny and perfect!” exclaimed Charlotte.

“You sound like a shampoo commercial!” laughed Lydia.

“Haha, I am sorry. Would you let me comb it for you?” asked Charlotte, as her

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

“Sure. There is a comb in my bedroom. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“You’re apartment is so gorgeous. Here sit on the bed and I’ll comb your hair. I

was going to be a hairdresser you know, but I decided on getting a degree here. I

had a scholarship, so its not like I could turn it down,” blurted Charlotte, as

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

Lydia felt a hand massaging her back as Charlotte ceased brushing her hair. Lydia

didn’t resist because it felt good to be touched. Charlotte’s hands kneaded her

neck in tiny circles and she said, “Boy, you’re really tense!”

“That feels really good. Don’t stop,” said Lydia, knowing full well it wouldn’t

end with just a massage. She didn’t really care. The girl’s hands were like heat

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

Lydia lay on her stomach as Charlotte unzipped Lydia’s dress releasing the

tension of the tight dress and also allowing herself to explore more of Lydia’s

soft flesh.

“There that’s better isn’t it?” asked Charlotte.

“Mmm, yes.”

“Let me undo this terrible contraption here. It’s really not good to be wearing a

bra during a massage.”

Lydia didn’t say a word, as the brassiere was unclasped, feeling Charlotte’s warm

hands caress her bare back. She let go of all pretenses as she turned over

letting the bra fall from her ample breasts. The dress slinked off her shoulders

and she threw the bra onto the floor.

“I know this is not appropriate, but dammit I want you,” whispered Lydia into

Charlotte’s ear, as they hugged.

Their breasts pressed together for the first time, Lydia’s naked mounds pressing

against the soft cloth of Charlotte’s sweater. Lydia pressed her lips to the

passionate girl’s mouth. Their two tongues touched for the first time in an

intimate kiss. Slipping out of her dress, Lydia motioned for Charlotte to do the

same. As more of the innocent girl’s olive skin began to show, the more Lydia

desired to touch her.

Lydia lay back as Charlotte explored her first woman sexually, soft tender

explorations meandering over Lydia’s body. Her breasts were cradled in loving

hands as a soft mouth suckled her hardened nipples. A thigh wedged itself between

her legs when Charlotte pressed the moist lips of her womanhood against Lydia’s

thigh after sitting astride her leg. Lydia let her rub herself on her as they

kissed. Then, with a sudden jerk like magic Charlotte’s eyes fluttered with her

first orgasm.

Lydia held her in her arms softly, stroking her sweaty brow. Slinking down her

body kissing olive colored flesh, Lydia found two treasures begging to be

touched. The tiny nipples sprouted from the firm, spongy flesh. Her lips traveled

down to a pierced navel and sucked the metal hoop into her mouth. A trail of

kisses followed her hands to the soft curly fur of the girl’s vagina. Lydia

feasted, teaching the young woman the art of love.

***

The next morning early in the Faculty lounge. Dr. Maxwell Jones and Dr. Janine

Sloane stood by the Mr. Coffee laughing over the latest Dilbert comic strip and

Dianne peered over her mug in jealousy as they left almost holding hands.

“Good Morning,” chirped Ron in his usual snobbish way.

“Hello, Ron.”

“It looks like our new recruit and Dr. Sloane are getting quite comfortable

together?” he mentioned rather glibly.

“I don’t know. I think they have some things in the past in common. Probably a

bed or two,” said Dianne coarsely.

“Jealous? I thought you of all people wouldn’t let that stand in your way. From

what I heard not many have turned you down,” chuckled Ron.

“Oh shut up, Ron! You’re such a gossip.”

Lydia strode into the lounge gracefully and was greeted by a bitchy Dianne and a

nosy Ron. If they couldn’t tell she was glowing, then nobody could.

***

“Here?” she asked.

“Why not? It’s a good a place as any. Don’t you think?” he said.

He slid down her body and pushed her onto the desk. Her dress allowed his hands

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

“Mmm, nope, I am not a god. Have you become religious lately?” He slipped a

finger inside of her.

“Don’t be such a wise ass,” she said. “Yes, that’s it right there. Shit, that

feels so good.”

“You mean here?” he chuckled sucking her lips into his mouth. Her coral sex was

wet with arousal and his saliva gleamed on the pouting lips. She could feel the

intricate pattern of his oral ministrations effect her. She was so close.

“Yes! Don’t ever stop,” she moaned. Janine was almost there. Her whole body was

tense. Her breast’s heaved with passion causing them to jiggle in each response

to his lovemaking. With each swipe of his tongue on her clitoris her whole body

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

“Hmm? I have to get going, love,” he said leaving her at the edge of release.

“What? NOW?”

“Yes, I do have to teach classes every once and awhile.” He grinned.

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Later, love.” He kissed her softly as he broke away from her clutching embrace.

a rope leading to the right table leg and her trim white arms pulled and

stretched out in front of her, her narrow wrists tied to ropes leading to

the tables opposite end

legs.

Before being tied, becky had been made to lay over a fat sofa pillow,

placed at the end of the large oak table, and designed to ensure that her

young, tender bottom was raised and the center of focus as one entered

the long room.

The ropes had been tied to allow enough slack for becky to raise her

upper torso some, or to arch her back and push her young bottom cheeks up

and out in a big girl swell if order to.

A large ornamental, beveled mirror on the wall in front of her allowed

her master to view her facial expressions at anytime.

As I walked in to the room, lightly tapping the long supple birch

rod against my black riding boots, a stern look crosses my face. I

looked forward to providing becky with her first real slavegirl whipping.

Becky’s clear blue eyes widen with fear at the sight of the rod. Her

petite, slim, coltish legs lightly rubbing together with nervous

anticipation of

the feel of that rod across her plump schoolgirl bottom cheeks.

Becky opened her mouth, starting to question….to plead to be let off,

but not a word started before I cut her off sharply…. “Be silent

Becky” I ordered her in a calm voice, “the only sound we are going to

hear this afternoon is the sound of this birchrod skinning your young

bottom….”

I smiled as I stroked the birch rod softy across her bottom cheeks.

Young Becky Larson, 16 years old, a little tramp runnaway from the

streets of Seattle. Robert had seen her often, panhandling money,

hanging out with delinquent boys, intoxicated, or high, slouched up

against the side of some downtown office building, or walking through the

crowd down at the market, looking for tourists from Iowa, or Kansas, with

fat

wallets, and easily distracted by a pretty blond girl in a too short or

too

tight skirt who accidently rubs against them while one of the boys picked

their pockets.

Robert never got over how easy it was, how clean, and sudden and final.

A phone call, some private words and a picture faxed, and now blond

headed, willowy, plump bottomed Becky Larson, a new residient of Cheluna

Mansion.

Becky had been there a week, a long week, long enough to know better

then to hesitate at a Master’s command, and long enough to know better

then to refuse a request.

I set the long whippy birchrod down and gently caressed Becky’s pretty,

open- expressioned face, poking my finger in her small mouth, enjoying

the sensation of her soft lips and gentle tongue wetting my fingers as I

slowly pistoned them in and out. I withdrew my finger, smearing her

saliva across her lips, making them shine.

“I’m very unhappy with you Becky, very disappointed,” I tell

her in a low soft voice, ” I thought I had taught you better…”

I walked around the end of the table and was confronted with the

exciting double cheekswell of this trim bottomed girl strapped over for

discipline.

I wasted no time in flicking the end of the birch rod under Becky’s

little schoolgirl skirt, and flipping it up on to her back. There it

was, that robust, plump little ass I had seen straining against her tight

slut jeans on the streets of Seattle only last week.

The elastic tightness of her white schoolgirl knickers straining with

the plump fullness of becky’s rear cheeks, broadened and fattened by

her bent posture..

I took the tail of Becky’s skirt and tucked it up under the thick

leather waist strap. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her white

panties and slowly lowered the material, watching her ass flesh compress

and then roll out from under the desending material.

I sucked in my breath and felt my heart start to pound in my chest as

Becky’s ass was, once again, in its perfection, now completely bare to

my view.

I pulled a table chair up directly behind Becky’s firm teenage bottom

and sat down right behind her, letting my eyes enjoy the contours and fat

fullness of her rear cheeks.

God, how I had longed to see this little delinquent’s trim white ass,

just like this, bound over and swelled out, waiting to feel the sting of

the birchrod across those pearly white orbs, or to feel the fullness of

my pleasure rod buried deep in her backside, her arms restrained, her

trim schoolgirl hips bent over the top of this broad oak table.

Becky’s soft white bottom had been raised by her bent posture, her

schoolgirl bottom cheeks slightly parted by the enforced posture.

Becky’s legs trembled slightly as she felt my hand fondle the slight

heaviness of her chubby rear orbs. I bounced them up and down lewdly in

the palm of my hands, each small bottom cheek occupying one of my warm

palms, watching as the fat of her rear mounds jiggled with the

movement of my hands, smiling at the soft protest of this indignity

uttered by becky.

I leaned forward and gave becky a few light kisses across the white

expanse of her broadened bottom cheeks, savoring the delicious feel and

taste of her milky white hillocks.

I pulled my head back and quickly stood up. There would be more time

for that later, for studying and mapping…….with my mouth, my tongue,

my lips…. learning about every inch of that exciting fleshy bottom.

Now Becky was going to get the whipping of her life, a lesson is slave

girl discipline designed to ensure compliance with her master’s wishes

in the future.

I pick up the birch rod and step back a few paces, moving the chair to

the side and watching Becky start to compress her bottom cheeks, her arms

pulling against the restraints tied tightly around each wrist.

I smile as I hear becky in the background start to plead, no doubt

asking for another chance, but my mind was fully occupied with the plump

full ass now contorting in a lewd dance over the table top.

I fish a pair of old panties out of my coat pocket, with one hand,

swishing the whippy birch rod through the air with my other and relishing

the sound the fine instrument made..

“You’ll do anything, anyway, my dear Becky. You know what’ll happen

if you don’t…”,

I smile at her in the mirror and wad up the panties and push them into

her mouth.

“If those panties leave your mouth at any point, your punishment will

be increased ten-fold. Do you understand me Becky ?”

Becky silently nods her head, her eyes wide with fear.

I take a few steps back, standing to the right of becky, and bring

the whippy-ended birchrod up sharply and step forward, bring the rod

through the air sidewayswith a backhanded motion, and deliver a fine cut

low down across becky’s straining asscheeks.

WHIP!!!!!

The rod blazed a bright red strip across the young girl’s bottom

cheeks, low, where her upper legs swell into her bottom. Becky pulls

hard against her restaints, her curly blond pig-tails flying in to the

air with the smarting impact of the blow, her legs tensed and her bottom

cheeks compressing hard, and then bounding up.

I step forward again, my eyes glued to the bare trim rounded pallor

of Becky’s bottom cheeks, tensing and shifting, her hips contorting over

the top of the fat pillow cushion.

” Keep your chubby little backside quite still for it Becky….push

those hips back up over that pillow you young tramp…..”

………. WHIP

………………….. WHIP …………….. WHIP……….

I delivered three quick hard cuts right through the middle of Becky’s

young tender bottom flesh, the rod singing through the air, the impacts

sounding like pistol shots as they meet Becky’s churning white bottom

flesh.

……………. WHIP….

.another cut delivered with vicious accuracy across becky’s ass, aimed

low, and at an angle, stripping Becky low down across the top of her bound

legs, and letting the tip of the whippy-ended birch rod ride up, just

catching her across the puppy fat fuller cheekswell low down on her

bottom.

Becky was frantic, she let out a long low gasp of agony, then a series

of fast paced loud objections, her pretty blond head turning from side

to side

rapidly, her mane sweeping across the

polished oak table top, her knees trying to draw up and rubbing

against each other under the leather binding strap.

I tapped the rod on the top of her now quivering young bottom, enjoying

the sight of the angry red lines now starting to grow against the white

background of her plump bottom cheeks.

Becky was tensing and releasing her little bottom halves, squirming

across the top of the pillow booster in lewd and seductive fat assed

quivereings.

Her young bottom would drive out, hips raised and buck back as far as

the straps would allow, giving her a wanton and whorish look, like a

bride

inviting her lover to take her bottom in a fit of honeymoon passion.

” I’m going to break you this afternoon Becky, just like a young filly

is broke to the bridal….

……….. WHIP………. WHIP……..I gave her two hard brisk strokes

across the plump center of her shaking ass cheeks…..

“I’ll have obedience from you …… WHIP ………becky.”

.”…………bend tighter, I want a full bottomed

cheekswell……….WHIPWHIP………. you chubby bottomed little

tease………….”

… WHIP………. WHIP……two more stinging reminders, delivered down

low, across the fatter cheekswell of becky’s bottom lobes….

” we have all afternoon becky, no interruptions…” … WHIP!!!………..

WHIP!!!.

…….”.when I am finished with you…we’ll have an obedience

test…becky..”..

WHIP!!!………… WHIP!!!

Again and again I whipped her plump teenage backside , my mind lost

in a haze of erotic discipline. My cock was straining against the rough

fabric of my wool trousers, and my breathing was coming in large gulps,

sucking giant mouthfuls of air in to

my lungs as I let the rod fall across the middle of Becky’s girlish white

cheekswell.

“Better get use to this

Becky………..WHIPWHIPWHIP!!!!…………..use to slavegirl discipline”

“You’ll have master’s who enjoy whipping little tramps like you……”..

…….WHIPWHIPWHIPWHIP!! …..three hard whips on the back of becky’s

trim slender thighs….!

“slavegirl whippings and ……WHIP………….. slavegirl sex up that

tight little bottom of yours…..” WHIP……. WHIP……

I dropped the burchrod and pulled the chair back up behind Becyk’s

welted and contorting bottom cheeks. Becky, crying into her panty gag,

her small shoulders shaking a little with each sob.

She couldn’t keep her rear mounds from bounding up and down, trying to

climb over the top of the table, her legs tensing and her tiptoes pushing

hard in to the floor as the fire like stripes work their way deep intothe

plump flesh of her trim little 16 year old asscheeks..

I lean forward and run my hands over her chubby welted bottom lobes,

feeling the heat radiate from her stripped rear flesh. I lean in to her

ass, rubbing my cheeks against her soft bottom, feeling Becky flinching

at the slight touch of my face….feeling the warmth of her whipped bottom

cheeks.

I turn my head, and pursing my lips, I start place gentle, soft,

pouting, kiss-kisses, tracing across the burning welts, my lips enjoying

the warm red marks on her tender bottom flesh.and becky’s small jumps and

quiverings as my lips touched her tender rear flesh.

..”Ahhhhh, you mark beautifully becky…..”.

I push my chair back a little and look at the back of her sunkissed

thighs. The white surface marked with 8 or 10 narrow red lines where just

the end of the whippy birchrod had snapped across the back of her trim

bound legs.

I kissed her there, kissing slowly down the back of her thighs, slowly

down the right thigh, kissing and making gentle licking swipes with my

tongue along the narrow red lines, then more of my lips, mouthing her

trim tanned legs, down, all the way down until I reached the black leather

ties around her knees.

I start low and work my way back up Becky’s other leg, gently kissing

the soft

tender flesh, licking and making little sucking sounds as I taste her

suntanned skin, marked with the effects of the whip welts.

I return to becky’s warm bottom flesh, kissing her right cheek in small

little circles, kiss-kissing gentle little bumble bee buzz kisses in

tight little circle motions across her bottom cheeks, feeling her bottom

cheeks flinch with each soft burning kiss..

…then little…. nipping kisses, now, capturing her soft bottom flesh

for a mere instance between my teeth….now…sharp lover’s kisses,

snapping little nips using my teeth, up and down and across her warm

stripped ass flesh

…..running my tongue, held flat and soft and wet across the

wider expanses of her ass where it was swelled out the most, licking her

bottom flesh like an ice creme cone with broad flat tongue strokes…

.then kissing again, little circles of kisses…..my lips hard and

unyeilding…fast hard kisskissing on top of her bottom, rapidly covering

her …kisskissing cheek to cheek…my hand, running up between her bound

legs, feeling the satin smooth skin of her inner thighs,

kisskissing her bottom flesh, my hand finding her soft woman fold,

playing with her with my thumb, between her pussy lips…kissing her

bottom hard….bigger circle kisses…

I slowly start to expand the little circle, bigger and bigger circle

kisses, covering her tender rear flesh now with wet, full mouthed, big

lipped kisses,

licking my way across her bottom flesh, my lips wet across the soft

surface of her cheeks, tracing my tongue across her, leaving a trail of

my wet lust across her plump bottom.

I shift slightly, and unbutton my trousers. My cockhead snakes out of

the vent of my pants and rests lightly against becky’s trim lower thigh.

I lean forward and start kissing her left cheeks, feeling Becky flinch

at the softest poutpouts I was delivering. My other hand is now busy

rubbing small circular patterns over her warm, tender, right ass lobe,

I’m raking small handfuls of her ass flesh between my fingers and

squeezing a little, feeling the warm flesh well up betwen my splayed

fingers, contracting and releasing my hand in gentle squeezes,

squeezesqueeze

then kisskiss…squeezesqueeze ………kisskiss..

..then letting go of her bottom cheek and running the edge of my thumb

between her bottom halves, trailing my thumb down her bottom groove,

letting my thumb linger for a moment on top

of her anal bud, still kisskissing her other cheek…my mouth wet and my

lips big, soft….

feeling the damp warmness of her hidden valley, becky flinching as my

thumb edge touches her anus……

I start sucking little mouthfuls of her abuse left cheek’s ass flesh in

to my mouth, sucking her bottom flesh right up in to my mouth, holding it

and worrying it with my teeth,

her plump rear flesh…. between my teeth….. giving her captured

bottom flesh smarting nips that cause her to shake and buck over the

pillow roll..

I pull my head back and breathing hard, look at the double cheekswell of

young Becky Larson, the schoolgirl slave, her young ass welted and

streaked with the results of a slave girl whipping, wet and with little

red marks where my lips, my mouth had kissed her….

Young Becky Larson, flinching and swishing over top of the fat sofa

roll, ….her misfortune to possess such an exciting rear

view, destined to be trained as a pleasure girl, serving masters that

enjoy testing their whips across a sassy young girl’s bottomcheeks,

I lean forward again, fondling and fiddling with her ass, kissing and

sucking mouthfuls of her exciting warm, soft bottom flesh between my

lips, tasting her….murmuring to her to push her bottom up, to show me

an exciting big girl swell , push her hips back into me..

…….I’m nipping her along the fuller lower cheeks with my teeth,

capturing this puppy ffat skin and making small circles with the tip of my

tongue around the flesh held gently between my teeth,……..

now..

……..dropping my head down further, running the hard pointed tip of my

tongue along the crest right under her bottom cheeks, at the top of her

leg, where she swells and her leg

meets the overhang of her girlish ass..exploring the crease of her

overhang with my warm hard tongue.

I part Becky’s asscheeks and placed the littlest softest warm pouting

butterfly kisses all up and down along the inside of her rear cheeks, slow

fluttering kisses, one little kiss then stopping,

then an inch down and another light butterfly kiss just inside her

open bottom lobe….First inside one cheek, then turning my head and

a pouting little butterfly kisses on the inside of the other cheek..

……god, my head is spinning… I’m lost in a sea of white bottom

flesh……

..I start mounding her ass cheeks up in my clenched hands, squeezing the

cheeks in from the side as I continue to kiss her inside her fat bottom

lobes, then switching……… side to side….squeezing her bottom lobe

fat to my

face….then kisskiss , squeeze.. .kisskissing.. .plumping one lobe

then

the other, my head, my lips turning fast in time with me plumping her

ass

….kissing becky now all up and down inside both

lobes….kisskisssqueeze…..

…..plumping her bottom and kisskissing her …….

…… I rear my head up, turning my attention back to her full swelled

plump bottom, now taking giant mouthfuls of her plump rear cheekskin

in to my lips, sucking her bottom flesh in to my open wet mouth very

hard,

sucking as much of becky’s ass flesh between my open mouth as I can.

..hard.sucking….giant mouthfuls of her bottom cheeks,,,..

becky bucking her hips, trying to turn away from this lewd use of her

bottom………letting my open mouth and my soft lips travel across her

expanded ass cheeks…….

using my teeth to nibble across her swelled plump bottom orbs like I was

eating corn on the cob….nibbling straight across from one cheek to the

other in a straight line, capturing her rear cheekskin between my teeth

just

for an instance…nipnip…then right on across…nipnipping …..across

both twitching lobes…..then dropping down an inch and nibbling becky

back across the other way……turning my head sideways, and nipping up

and down becky’s young rear mounds…

…….now, my lips again soft and moist….traveled kissingly across

every wonderful inch of the her welted teenage bottom flesh, I’m musing

and nuzzling her across the plump womanly underswell of her rear mounds,

feeling them jiggle a little with her protests…..

I craned my neck a little as I fingered back the soft folds of her

femnine flesh and start kiss-kissing her puffy girlflesh gently…up and

down her pussy lips, now and then swiping my tongue between her pussy

lips, tasting becky, smelling her dampmness, until Becky is flinching

her legs, and I can hear small gasps escaping from her lips.

I spread her warm red bottom globes, holding them apart and blew a

little gentle breeze across her exposed rear flower.

Becky let out a muffled whinny at feeling the cool air circulate across

her exposed anus…………

I ignored her protest, holding her bottom cheeks hard apart, pushing my

lips in between her open bottom cheeeks, …….quite mad with lust now,

I pucker my lips full, wetting them with my tongue, and start placing

lickety-lick wet mouthed kisses on the top of her tender exposed anal bud.

” oh god becky…you ass”…..kisskissing……”did your boyfriend play

with you like this becky………” …..kisskissing, pouting wet

kisses……”…..did you let him play with your ass becky”……”.push

that bottom

out”

……kisskiss….”no shyness now……I bet alot of men have wanted you

like this..

….wanted to play with your bottom becky”….kISSKISSING……….”does

that shock.you..” kisskiss….”plump bottomed becky”… ..more ..warm wet

mouthing of her tight little bud…..kissing, gentle sucks…..and pouting

lipped kissing…… Becky is clenching her little white bottom cheeks,

her ass contractions pressing against the side of my face, now resting

between her cheeks, she

protests from behind her panty gag, humiliated, embarrassed, shocked a

man would hold her bottom cheeks open, putting wet soft kisses right on

top of her dark little vortex,

embarrassed at this use of her body, even after the whipping, still

objecting to this lewd assult

on her most private of spots.

Her legs jerk in suprise and I can feel her torso rear up as I swiped

the tip of my tongue across her tight anal flower.

“Push that bottom right out Becky……..kisskissing…… I murmer to

her……

..”.I want a big girl swell to those bottomcheeks”..

……….kiss….kisskiss….

…….” do it now becky” I panted, my breathing ragged…

.”or do you want “…..pout kissing…. . “want more”

……kisskisskiss………..

.. “of the birchrod….”

I leaned my face forward, parting Becky’s bottom cheeks further,

intruding as much of my face as I can between her parted rear lobes. I

was mad with desire, unable to contain my lust for this schoolgirl’s

bottom.

I let my lips poutpout again across her dark vortex, very tenderly and

slowly letting my warm wet wide open lips lay outlined around her dark

flower, my moist breath condensing on her bottom opening….and then ever

so slowly would bring my lips together… softly, warm, gentle caresses

with my lips …..then letting the tip of my tongue tickle her private

spot, softly closing my wet lips across

the top of her anus…. pouting gently kisses on her tight rear

dimple…my

tongue just touching her tender bud as my lips held soft and moist close

over

her.

my lips pursed and releasing….holding becky’s warm raised cheeks in the

palm of my hands while my lips and mouth map her…bunching her white

bottom flesh against the side of my face…compressing her in to my face

as i tickle her

anal opening with my tongue…my warm breath breezing across her bottom

opening…. …I started making my tongue pointy, and flicking her quickly

across her

anal flower……….then again pursing my lips and settling down for very

long soft wet intimate kissess.

I pull back and can see my cock, straining with lust, its head large and

angry, the stem solid and standing away from my trouser vent at a 45

degree angle.

I get up from my chair and look at Becky’s face, turned sideways, her

damp, tear filled eyes clear to me in the the mirror. She has a

questioning look, wondrering if that is all, has her master’s lust been

satisfied.

I smile.

“You didn’t think a little schoolgirl discipline would completely

satisfy me did you?”,

I laugh, drunk on desire, this young blond who I had secretly followed

down 5th avenue every night afterwork, timing her

comings and goings so I could be presnt as she paraded her little

schoolgirl ass under some too tight cotton shorts, young becky larson,

who I had walked behind in the shops at the farmner’s market, my hands

in my trouser pockets to keep my lust from other eyes. as I watched her

bottom cheeks shift and sway, in her thin denim jeans…..hoping to catch

her bending over some stall table, reaching across a table, her trim ass

cheeks pushed back…

no, my lust, my obsession with young Becky Larson would last for awhile,

would last for as long as she was allowed to remain at Cheluna

Mansion, until some master called for her and one night she would be

gone…..taken to who knows where……

” Oh, no Becky….I haven’t forgotten what you refused me this

morning…..”

Becky lets out a loud muffled protest, pleading with her eyes. She is

making small mewing sounds from behind the panty gag, trying to beg ,

trying to convey how much she doens’t want this……

I undo the top button on my trousers and let them drop to the floor, my

cock now standing straight and hard and angry….fully exposed to the

bound schoolgirl,,,,

I pull a small tube of lubricant from my coat pocket, and smear a light

sheen of the lubricant up and down my penis head, watching becky’s eyes

follow the movement of my hands across my fully erect cock in the

mirror reflection.

I coat the end of my finger and push them between becky’s parted

asscheeks, running my goo coated finger up and down between her clenching

warm chubby bottom halves.

Becky’s rear mounds clench hard as I find her anus and lightly traced

small soft circles all around the little ridges that lined her anal bud.

She gasped as I slowly insert my finger in to her bottom, first just

the tip, crossing her tight opening, then slowly making her take more and

more of my warm goo coated finger up her backside.

I start to slowly frigging her teenage backside with my finger, pushing

my

finger in slowly, feeling the tight anal ring expand over the thicker part

of my finger, then letting it slide back out, till just the tip was

inside her bottom. I’d gently push an inch of my coated finger in to her,

then let it slide back out, then two inches, and let it slide back

out….watching becky tense her legs, her white bottom cheeks swishing a

little from side to side, and her knees rubbing together….

I would slowly push my finger in her and gently turn and twist it…small

ahlf circles while fully up her backside….my finger worrying

her little tight ring, and then slowly start

working my finger in and out of her tensing bottom, pushing now till it

was all the way in, up

so snug and full in her backside…reliving night time fantasies for this

girl that had occupied me for months…..

I started to more quickly frig becky’s tight little bottom, pushing more

of my index finger into her anus, pumping my finger in and out in a slow

deliberate motion, working her little bottom ring with small twists as I

pushed in, then pulling out at a faster pace, feeling Becky jerk alittle

as I tuned my hand over, this way and that, twisting my finger in a

small rotation while I held it deeply enbedded in Becky’s bottom.

I could hear small urgent “ohhhhs and Ahhhhhs and nooos” coming from

this captured girl’s panty filled mouth, caught betwen the humiliation of

having her bottom so openly and unabashly played with…an object of

simple lust…..openly frigged with a man’s warm wet gooey finger, and

the arousal now starting to overtake her outrage. I pull my finger all the

way out, watching Becky’s opening go suddenly small.

I stand up and push my self forward, my erect cock laying in the

warmth of Becky bottom divide, letting the head of my penis loll in

between the globes of her ass, savoring the moment; knowing how tight its

going to be and revelling in the humiliation this young schoolgirl is

about to receive.

I start to slowly push the head of my penis past her small tight anal

ring,

holding my breath, the veins on my forhead showing with the starin of my

effort,

Becky’s muffled cries are becoming louder as the pressure builds and

the humiliation of her anal deflowering starts.

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