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Faculty lab

At the time I thought he didn’t notice me. Later I found that
just the opposite was true. I had been watching him for maybe two
months trying to decide what it was about him that made my hormones
go wild. When seated next to him I got so wet that I was worried
about leaving a stain on the chair. I had read about pheromone in
relation to animals, but never thought that people were subject to
the same influences.
Why we frequently found ourselves in such close proximity was
another story. The English department where I taught did not think
a lowly adjunct needed a computer. In fact, they didn’t even think
I merited a desk. In reality, I didn’t need a computer as
programming was just a hobby for me. I just liked the idea of
making a machine my slave. Continue reading Faculty lab

Fucked by three men

As you head down the hall, going to your friend’s penthouse apartment, you
hope no one opens the door and comes out. It’d be real embarrassing to see
you like this.

You knock on your friend’s door, and you hear her say, as she opens the
door,” Forget something?” As she opens her door, her mouth drops, and she
stares at you. She pulls you inside, asking, “What happened? Are you ok?
Should I call a doctor? ” You tell her you are ok, you just want to sit
down.

She goes into the kitchen, and you hear her rummaging around. You start to
cry, feeling just what it was that they did to you. Sure, you enjoyed it
eventually, but it was so humiliating, to be taken like that, without
permission, to be violated in that way. Not by 1 man, but by 3. Continue reading Fucked by three men

Two Girls And A Guy In Bondage

As you lay tied spread-eagled on the bed, Renee and I teased you by
walking around, hugging, kissing, and showing you our shaved pussys.
While Renee got up on the bed, and took your semi-erect penis into
her hand, I looked in her closet and found a fur mitten on the shelf.
By the time I got back to the bed, Renee had gotten your penis hard,
and was slowly running her tongue around the head, circling and
circling the rim, occasionally running her tongue across the tip, and
tickling your little hole. I put on the mitten, and started rubbing
your chest with the soft fur. You wanted to move your hands, but
they were tied securely above your head. As I circled your nipples,
teasing them so that they grew erect and hard, Renee was taking the
head of your penis into her mouth, and closing her lips just under
the head. Slowly she would move down, and then back up, then down a
little further, and then back up. You were starting to moan a little
with the pleasure you body was getting. Continue reading Two Girls And A Guy In Bondage

Date On Friday

After I left Teri’s apartment the next day, I thought back on
what she had said about her husband. She did love him and didn’t
want to leave him, but the fact remained he was a lousy lay. A
good provider and considerate, but just no good in bed. And since
she had gotten pregnant, he was afraid of harming her and hadn’t
laid a hand on her since. She understood, but understanding didn’t
ease the itch between her legs. We also talked about our
relationship and decided to play it as it came. I had no desire
for a long term relationship and she wasn’t about to leave her
husband, so it seemed we were playing equal hands.

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. Continue reading Date On Friday

out in the woods 1st time outdoor sex

Archive-name: First/outwood.mff

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.

Pussy Addicted Sailor

I started sailing on freighters when I was 18 years old. That was back in
1967, and I’ve been sailing ever since. It’s a good life for a guy who likes
to be free, travel and have adventures.

Not the same kind of adventures the old timers had on those sailing vessels,
though. Those days belong to ancient history.

I’m talking about bedroom adventures. That was what I was looking for when
I started out and I’m still looking for them, although I have had them all
around the world. Continue reading Pussy Addicted Sailor

Wife Threesome Sex

My husband and I were married for 5 years, and as for me, I
considered our sex together as “great”. I did many things for my husband
to make our sex interesting and not boring, like role playing, dressing
up as a whore, and rape skits and on a few occasions have even taken
part in 3soms with my husband and another man.

I got home from work this one Friday, feeling somewhat kinky and in
the mood for something wild and crazy. I went to the bedroom and
stripped out of my work clothes, then to the bathroom for a relaxing
bath. Continue reading Wife Threesome Sex

Waking Up To a Huge Cock

I woke up to the sound of noise coming from the next room. It was
daylight Sunday morning but I didn’t know what time it was. I got up and
wandered into the next room and found Barbara in the bathroom but the
noise wasn’t coming from her. She wasn’t dressed yet and I asked her
about the noise. Her 36″ tits were making my horny again. She asked me
how I enjoyed our date together and told her it was great. She said she
loved it too and she was horny again. Just then she walked toward, me
took my hand and led me to the room where the noise was coming from. She
opened the door and on the bed a foxy girl and her boyfriend were in full
swing. She told me it was her sister Janet and Mark. Continue reading Waking Up To a Huge Cock

How Good Is Group SEX

How Good Is Group SEX?

I’ve long been fascinated by the idea of group sex. I’ve never tried
it, but it’s part of my fantasies.

I asked a friend who has participated in a number of these scenes and
he said “It’s a bit disappointing. People usually just pair off and
have sex in couples as if they were alone”.

Does group sex ever turn out to involve a lot of people simultaneously
involved with each other? What is the ideal setting for group sex? How
many participants are the ideal number?

Peter

Peter

I’d say not more than 3 or 4.. depending on what you have in mind.
Anymore than that, and things just become too distracting!

Terry

20-May-86 10:32:46

Dear Terry:

3 or 4 … do you think the best would be two males and two females, or
some other configuration? And if 3, should they be two girls and a man
or two men and a girl?

Peter

Peter,

To each his or her own as it were, but 2 couples, 2 male and 2 female
seemed best to me. I also have heard of problems with 3’s, but I think
the ultimate solution is just to have compatible people to begin with.
I’ve had wonderful times with 2 men and a woman, and know of a case
where just the reverse was true.

Terry
: * Peter *

Well … my own experience in a couple of such group occasions has been
that the participants didn’t separate off into couples, but pretty much
kept things going on a group level, i.e., everybody was both giving and
receiving mucho stimulation from everyone else. An important
consideration at these times was that the people involved (two men and
two women, plus yours truly) were on the bisexual end of
heterosexuality, so that when us lasses got all sort of wrapped up in
each other, the men participating felt comfortable with giving each
other a hand (so to speak), instead of just keeping their distance from
each other. On the whole, the experience was wonderful, and, I’d
recommend it for folks who want to have some extra-special fun with
close friends.
B.

23-May-86 09:00:07

Dear Brenda:

I’m delighted to learn that it can be as much fun as I imagine it to
be. I suppose that there has to be at least some element of bisexuality
for it to get much beyond the pairing-off into couples stage, and that
you would have to choose the participants with this in mind.

How did you get the whole thing started? Did it just sort of happen, or
did you plan it in advance?

Huggs … Peter

23-May-86 18:04:31

Peter

Well, these cheery events happened at a couple of conventions. There
wasn’t really planning as such. We *had* planned to meet with each
other at some point during the con, and it all started out as just some
people sitting around digesting a wonderful dinner. Then, with everyone
sprawled out on the bed, limbs entangled and some pleasant
conversation, we all just sort of gradually starting fiddling with each
other’s hair, and tickling necks, and dropping quick sweet pecks on
shoulders and such, and then someone took someone else’s shirt off, and
it sort of got all mushy and sexy from there.

I haven’t been involved in group sex for a little while now, a couple
of years, but even if the opportunity never pops up again (heaven
forfend!) I treasure those hours greatly.

B.

23-May-86 19:07:45

Brenda
Sounds like I should go to more conventions! I bet it wasn’t a computer
business convention!

Huggs … Peter

25-May-86 09:14:40

Peter
You’re right about that. It was a science-fiction con, actually. Those
folks can get a mite wild given the least excuse. I think it’s a
reflection of the interest itself, people have to be quite open-minded
to accept, for a while, the possibile reality of whatever future, past,
or alternate world that is being written about. And I think this
willingness to open one’s self up to ideas other than those one might
have been taught or pressured into believing, spills over into a lot of
other areas of an sf fan’s life. For what it’s worth (whoops, I meant,
“For what it’s worth,”) I know that there are particular hotbeds of
sf fans who first were exposed to, and became comfortable with, the
idea of group sex through the Robert Heinlein book, STRANGER IN A
STRANGE LAND.

B.

25-May-86 14:04:59

Brenda
So science fiction is where you can make your fantasies come true!
Thanks for the reference to the book – I’ll definitely look it up. I
have recently been told about John Norman’s series of books about GOR,
which also combine science fiction with eroticism. I am looking forward
to reading some of those.

Best wishes … * Peter *

25-May-86 20:53:22

as in many areas, three is the magic number.

25-May-86 22:39:1

Dear Harley,

I thought *seven* was the magic number. Three? Listen, m’love…
when a man says *three*, what he means is: two women and one man! I
think that’s a bit selfish and I’m sure you’ll agree!

Now if we could change the makeup of that threesome…..hmmmm.

Hugggs,
Eleanor

25-May-86 23:09:16

So how would you construct a sevensome, (septet?), Eleanor?

By the way, are you aware of the implications of writing Hmmmmmm on
this board?

Higgs …. Peter

26-May-86 19:08:26

Dear Smug Elly-
Actually, I WAS thinking of two men and one women.
It takes 2 men to cope with a woman, you see. they can lend each
other the emotional support that is needed so much when dealing with
you female types.
Peanut Butter huggs
Harley

26-May-86 21:52:29

Oh!

Just *emotional* support?

Oreo Hugggs,
Eleanor

Dear Peter,

I’m pretty much unaware of the implications of everything.

A septet? Depends on who wants the septet, I think. If *I* were going
to have a septet, it would have to be six men and me. Does that sound
a bit greedy? Anyway, they would be my age or older (40+) and they
would all madly adore me. And then…..and then…..

Hey Peter. In Tibet they have polyandry! A woman often marries all of
the brothers in a family. Sound great to me. One to earn a good
living; one to do the yard work; one to keep house; one to take care of
the kids; one to run errands; and one to do the bookwork. Wow! *I*
would have to spend those days reading or strolling in the well-kept
garden.

You may not hear from me for a while. I’m checking OAG for flights to
Lhasa!

Huggggs,
Eleanor

Oh Don’t go, Eleanor! If you leave us all seven of us will miss you
terribly!

Huggs..Peter

Gosh Peter!!!!!

You left out one tiny detail —————————->

DETAIL——–> WHICH SEVEN ???????

Hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug, hug!
Eleanor

28-May-86 00:16:59

Me, Me, Me, Me, Me, Me and Me

Higgs from all of us …. Peter

28-May-86 15:47:14

Actually, Elly dear, two men are needed so that one can hold the
member of the gentle gender down so the other can do something other
than screw for abit.
with milk, (chocolate, of course)
Harley t/

My experience with ‘groups’ was always with small ones; two girls and
me, or two girls and two guys. Generally sex occurred in pairs with an
occasional real threesome. It would seem to me that for larger real
GROUP sex in every sense of the term, some tendency towards bisexuality
becomes a prerequisite. I guess I haven’t got those tendencies. For me
to have sex with another male even in the room, I have to know him
pretty well!
w.w.

Dear William

I agree. I’d have a problem in having to deal with other males in a
group sex situation. Perhaps my group sex fantasies are really harem
fantasies – other men just don’t come into them!

Peter

oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh! oooh!

Gosh, Peter. I didn’t know you did windows, too!

Hugggs X 7 !
Eleanor

< b l u s h >

Hugggs,
Eleanor

ROGER

CONTACT WITH THE OTHER MEN WAS LIMITED IN MOST INSTANCES TO NON-SEXUAL
MASSAGE THE FEMALES INVOLVED WERE ADEQUATE TO DEAL WITH THE SEXUAL ASPECTS

Fucked prego

GRETA’S ITCH

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.

my first Sex in the forest

The Forest Surround

(MF, 1st time, Medieval)

Christina, daughter of Landaus the woodsman, stood

staring with pride at her betters as they passed by

in splendid procession. She could see Lord Malinov

riding beside his lady’s litter and was hoping to see

the wondrous Lady Diana.

The people loved her not just for her beauty but for

her beneficent influence upon the Court. Ever since

she arrived at the castle their lord had been kind

and generous to his people.

Cheers went up as Lord Malinov threw the obligatory

coins to the crowd, his magnificent presence dazzling

all the girls – and many of the men too, if the truth

were told.

Christina’s heart swelled as his cortege of young

warriors faithfully trooped across the meadow road

bridge in the wake of their lord and lady. Their liege

lord was returning in triumph from the Holy Land, and

stories of his valor had flown like dragon’s fire

through the villages.

Christina had been moved to tears by the story of Sir

Andrew, the young knight who had saved his lord by

taking an arrow in the chest that had been aimed at

Lord Malinov. She could see the young man resting

comfortably on a cart, in a place of honor just behind

Lady Diana’s litter.

Christina’s tears began to flow again when she thought

of the bravery of this perfect young knight, and of his

terrible wound.

At last the procession passed into the Castle Malinov.

All the fine people would be making merry tonight. It

was Solstice, and a banquet would be held as usual.

Christina, along with many other peasant women living

in the forest surround, had been charged to help with

the festivities. Living so close to the castle meant

they were often required to serve their master at table

when a big feast was in the making. Christina had often

served in the kitchen as a child.

However, grown-up now, she had been instructed for the

first time to serve in the great hall. Lady Malinov

always required her serving wenches to ‘be of comely

nature and person.’ As a perfect hostess, it was only

natural that the Lady Diana would want to please her

guests’ visual, as well as culinary, tastes.

Christina thrilled at the thought of serving the nobles

that very evening; she could hardly wait. She happily

skipped homewards, day-dreaming of feasts, of gentle-

folk and handsome knights…

*

Several hours later, in the warm castle kitchens…

*

Christina’s Aunty Bessy shouted from her place in front

of the hearth: “Christina girl! Keep your mind on the

task at hand, will ye!”

Christina blushed when she realized that she’d been

standing and gazing at her reflection in the silver

tray she’d been instructed to polish. “Sorry, aunty.

I must have been daydreaming. It’s just that I’m so

excited to be serving gentlefolk; I’ve always longed

to do it. Oh, aunty! Isn’t it just wonderful to be so

close to so much glitter and fine trappings.”

Her aunty just grunted and turned back to the roasting

boar turning on the spit over the fire, while Christina

looked once more at her reflection in the gleaming

tray.

The boys in the village often commented on her good

looks. Christina just knew she could turn all heads,

even those of her betters, if she was properly washed

and groomed. She was proud of her looks, and had always

been careful with her body, not doing any of the

foolish things some of the local girls got up to. She

was sure she was meant to be something special, more

than just a farmer’s wife.

Hearing her aunty start to grumble again, Christina

quickly went back to work, preparing for that night’s

feast.

*

…Night is falling. The great hall is alive

with music and revelry…

*

Pageantry and gaiety had always been like a drug to

Christina. Tonight she’d been assigned to a position

at the head of the hall, which meant that she’d be

serving her lord and lady, and also the guests of

honor. She was so nervous at first that she thought

she was going to faint, and almost did when the

gracious Lady Diana turned towards her and smiled as

Christina was filling her glass.

Christina made sure to place herself close to handsome

young Sir Andrew, the bravest knight in the realm. Sir

Andrew was a mystery to the common folk in the forest

surround. He came from across the narrow sea, and spoke

with a strange accent. His parents were almost mythical

figures. Eli The Bearded was known by one and all as

a great war leader in his land, while the Lady Cyrrh,

his wife, was both feared and respected on both sides

of the water for her magical powers.

Christina made a special effort to please the young

knight with the illustrious pedigree, waiting on his

every whim, always at hand when he looked as if he

might want something.

The feasting and entertainment continued late into the

evening, by which time many of the guests were well

into their cups, and boisterous in their merry-making.

As she weaved between the guests conversing at the

table, Christina noticed Sir Andrew favoring her with

a smile, not to mention a wink of his eye! She was

ecstatically happy to have been noticed by such a

handsome and illustrious knight.

*

Later that evening, the embers were burning low…

*

As the night wore on, the serving girls had less and

less to do. Making one of her rounds, Christina was

both surprised and pleased when Sir Andrew reached out

and pulled her down on to the bench next to him.

“You’re a pretty wench!! What’s your name?”

She blushed with embarrassment and excitement,

answering in a small voice: “Christina, great sir.”

He laughed at her timid response and said, cheerfully:

“You sound shy, but you weren’t too shy to flirt with

me just now.”

Christina was taken aback. Had she been that obvious?

Oh well, at least he’d noticed her! She answered

softly: “I hope I did not offend the great lord. It

was not what I intended.” She gave him her most

appealing ‘innocent little girl’ look. She’d used that

look to great effect on the peasant boys in her

village, and wondered how a nobleman would react to

such a rustic device.

Sir Andrew saw before him a very pretty peasant girl,

with a very fetching look on her lovely face. Having

her so close to him was making him sexually aroused.

He was surprised to feel anything at all. His wound,

and the sea travel, combined with little opportunity

or inclination, had meant that he hadn’t shared a

woman’s bed for more than six months.

As, however, he looked into this girl’s lovely eyes,

a need grew within him. He smiled at her and, gently

pulling her towards him, kissed her soft lips.

Though she tried not to show it, Christina was beside

herself with excitement. A noble knight had actually

kissed her. She could die now, and life would have been

fair to her. Joy and love surfaced in her as she kissed

him back, pushing her supple young body against his in

sudden urgent need. One of her hands came to rest

comfortably on the young man’s crotch, hidden under

the table.

Christina didn’t really know what she was doing, but

Caroline, her older cousin, had told her that men liked

having that part touched by women.

Sir Andrew almost choked when he felt her hand between

his legs, and his eyes widened as she massaged his

growing erection through the material of his breeches.

Does she have any idea what she’s doing?, he wondered.

They sat together for hours, while the feasting

gradually died down and guests began making their way

into the darker recesses of the great hall, to sleep.

Sir Andrew, as befitting a knight, had his own area by

the north wall. His sleeping quarters were smallish,

but reasonably private, and his thoughts turned towards

using this privacy to bed this pretty wench. When the

great Lord Malinov and the beautiful Lady Diana rose

to toast Solstice, all who still could held their

goblets high and chanted their lords’ name the

prescribed amount of times.

With a flourish of his robes Lord Malinov turned and,

his lady at his side, dismounted from the dais. They

made their way past their guests, nodding to the

occasional friend; pausing here and there.

The royal couple halted at Sir Andrew’s side, and Lord

Malinov wished him the very best of fortune. To

Christina’s amazement, Lady Diana leaned forward and

kissed Sir Andrew on the cheek, whispering: “Thank you,

kind sir. Your service to the kingdom, and to me, has

created a debt I can never repay. I can never thank

you enough for taking my husband’s life into your

hands, and will always be grateful to you.”

She stood up, her back erect, her perfect body held

with dignity, and her eyes shining with tears of

gratitude.

Christina watched in a kind of ecstasy the noble

couple’s graceful exit from the great hall. Her recent

thoughts about having a good time, and relieving the

lust that had been building within her, had disappeared.

Admiration for her liege lord and his lady fair over-

whelmed her, bringing tears to her eyes.

Sir Andrew watched his little serving wench gaze at

the retreating figures of her lord and mistress, and

thought he was seeing the flush of innocent youth at

the moment of perfection. Though not more than 23

himself, he saw the innocent happiness radiating from

the young girl’s face as a light in darkness.

His need was growing again, and he thought to himself:

‘I will have her flower tonight. I’ll take her

virginity, and be whole again.’ The thought stirred his

loins, and he leant over and cupped one hand over one

of Christina’s soft, round breasts.

Christina started at the intimate contact, but then

accepted it gladly. Turning her clear blue eyes on the

young knight’s dark, smoldering ones, she kissed him

deeply, which in turn made him more urgent in his own

caresses.

Suddenly, without a word, he stood up and pulled

Christina to her feet. Taking her by the hand, he led

her into the dark recesses of the great hall, toward

his pallet. The young couple giggled together as they

stumbled over lesser knights and guests, forced to make

do with reed mats on the hall floor.

Christina was shocked to see couples copulating in

plain sight, some being watched as a kind of show by

their neighbors. She giggled nervously when she passed

them, her knight responding by passionately kissing her

neck and ear.

*

The great hall. A knight’s billet…

*

Sir Andrew lit a small taper before getting the young

servant girl to stand before him and beginning to

undress her. She wore simple clothing, without either

buttons or snaps, just peasant-style little ties that

were easy to undo.

While he removed her garments one by one, Christina

stood very still, her arms slightly out from her sides,

wondering what Sir Andrew was planning for her. She had

no experience in this sort of affair.

Her heart pounded as her body was lovingly uncovered

by her paramour. Deciding at last she ought to do

something herself, she started unbuttoning Sir Andrew’s

tunic while he was still engaged in removing her

garments. Soon the young couple were both standing

naked.

Sir Andrew was aware that he was hard again, and

marveled at it. There’d been a time when he thought

he’d never feel lust again, but now, standing before

this common, but beautiful little vixen, he was fully

erect, and horny as a goat. Her body promised him all

the physical delights that a woman could offer.

He reached out to fondle her delightful breasts, and

was pleased to see her dusky-pink nipples harden at

his touch.

Christina hadn’t realized how beautiful a man’s body

could be. She’d assumed that, under their clothing,

all men were like her Uncle George – hairy and rough.

She’d seen her uncle working in the fields without his

shirt, and saw little resemblance between that memory

and the almost hairless, well-muscled body of Sir

Andrew.

She noticed his terrible scar at the place where the

arrow had entered his body. She reached out to touch

the spot, at the same moment looking downward and

seeing the evidence of his maleness pointing at her.

Christina was fascinated by the sight of Sir Andrew’s

straining penis. She’d never thought before about a

man’s sexual organ. Of course, growing up as she had

in the fields of the forest surround, she’d seen

animals doing it, and naturally had seen her little

brother nude on many occasions. But they hadn’t looked

anything like the meaty pole that was standing erect

before her.

Unsure of what was expected of her, she shyly reached

out her hand and touched the aroused organ. It felt

hot, almost burning, to her cool hand. Intrigued, she

gripped the young knight’s erect penis and gently

squeezed.

Sir Andrew groaned, immensely enjoying the sensation.

He was, indeed, a little surprised that this young

beauty was acting in such a forward manner. He was used

to girls accepting his advances as if he were entitled

to make them, but this one was lively indeed.

Christina began pulling the smooth skin of her lover’s

penis up and down the shaft, revelling in the pleasure

she saw on Sir Andrew’s face. She was enjoying herself

too; the feel of his hot sex in her hand stirred

strange feelings inside her. She wanted this beautiful

man more than anything, and was more than willing do

anything he asked of her.

Her cool touch on his hot erection was all that was

needed to make Sir Andrew convinced he’d be able to

perform the sexual act. Indeed, he felt so aroused

that he started to worry that he might come too soon.

He began exploring the young girl’s body with his

hands, running them over her smooth skin; her

shoulders, soft breasts, thighs and flat stomach. She’s

truly a lovely wench, he thought, considering himself

fortunate that he could look forward to having her that

night.

As her hand smoothed his precum fluid over his shaft,

he felt himself begin to lose control and reached out

to stop her. Holding her lovely shoulders with his

battle-scarred hands, he gently pushed Christina down

onto his pallet, still marveling at the perfection he

saw by the dim light of the taper.

Nuzzling his swollen sex organ in between her legs, Sir

Andrew parted her sweet nether lips with his thumb and

forefinger, and pushed his bulging cockhead into her,

stretching the opening into her vagina.

Christina’s eyes opened wide when she felt him fumbling

at her crotch. She knew, in a general way, what he was

doing; she just didn’t know quite what would come next.

When his manhood opened her up she gasped in surprise,

amazed that something that big could possibly fit

inside her. She closed her eyes and tried to concen-

trate on what was being done to her.

It felt strange, and a little painful, but Christina

didn’t care about the pain. She was being taken by a

nobleman, and on Solstice. If she became pregnant, she

would be important and have high status in the village.

And to happen on Solstice would make it doubly lucky.

The thought of having Sir Andrew’s baby made her eager

and excited.

Meanwhile, the knight was having a little trouble

forcing himself into the young serving wench, because

her tunnel was exceptionally tight. He approved that

in principle, but it meant he would have to hurt her.

Might as well get it over with, he thought.

He thrust his hips downward, forcing his now-slick

shaft deep into Christina.

“Ooowwee! Gggod!” she moaned when the pain knifed

through her body.

Sir Andrew moved his lips to her ear and said quietly:

“Don’t worry. I’ve just taken your flower. You’ll feel

fine in just a minute, I promise. Trust me, will you?”

Christina lay quietly under her handsome knight, tears

welling up in her eyes, her legs spread for his plea-

sure. She nodded, waiting for him to do his will,

whatever that might be.

He placed his hands on either side of Christina’s

chest, and levered his upper body up and away from

hers so he could look into her eyes. “You trust me,

don’t you? I won’t hurt you unnecessarily. You do know

that, don’t you?”

He smiled encouragingly, and Christina almost forgot

the pain. Then he moved inside her again and the pain

momentarily returned, but not for long.

The knight was so overwhelmed by his desire after so

long abstinence that it took just a few strokes in and

out of Christina’s warm, velvety tunnel for him to

achieve orgasm. Thrusting himself against Christine’s

pelvic bone, he felt the once-familiar release he’d

missed for so long, his seed spurting copiously from

his body into hers. The resulting intense orgasmic

relief was a feeling he’d almost forgotten.

Christina now began enjoying herself. She joyed in

being rodded by this beautiful young man, and was

beginning to match his moves when he suddenly tensed,

simultaneously pushing his organ hard into her. His

body’s vigorous thrust, pressing against her pubic

mound, sent a thrill right through her, and at the

same time she felt Sir Andrew’s hot sperm jet into

her womb. It tickled, as spurt after spurt forced its

way deep inside.

She uttered an involuntary sigh of satisfaction, while

her lover grunted as he emptied his seed into her.

*

The great hall. Sounds of pleasure

fill the night…

*

After that first time there was no stopping Christina,

and she and her knight copulated time and again, all

the night through. There were some gruff rebukes from

neighbors, offended by the noise of their lovemaking,

but the young lovers took no notice.

Christina was in love. She’d never expected to find

anyone that could make her feel so happy. As far as she

was concerned, Sir Andrew was perfect in mind and body,

almost godlike, and, indeed, before the night was over

she was worshipping him like a god.

In the morning she awoke to find that her lover had

already left the hall. Most of the knights were

expected to perform in jousting and other manly arts

as the festival continued, and Sir Andrew had gone to

the jousting field.

She remained for a while in his bed, feeling warm and

sated. Stretching like a well-fed kitten, Christina

thought dreamily about the night that had just passed,

and wondered if Sir Andrew would want to try something

different tonight. She was prepared for anything, and

smiled at the thought.

*

Outside, in the forest surround, on the

jousting ground…

*

Sir Robert addressed his young friend with a tinge of

admiration in his voice. “So, young fellow, who was

that ravishing wench you bedded last night?”

Sir Andrew, who was watching some young bucks dueling

in the competition yard, answered in a distracted tone:

“Dunno. Can’t remember her name, but she was a great

fuck. Why don’t you try her out tonight?”

Sir Robert looked a little surprised. “You’re sure

about that, are you? Of course, if you really don’t

want her any more I’ll be happy to bed her.”

Sir Andrew said carelessly: “With my wound I couldn’t

take two nights like that in a row. Besides, I’ve got

my eye on another wench who served me breakfast a

little while ago. So feel free.”

Becky trained by spanking hard

Becky’s Training
Young slender Becky Larson had been, as ordered, secured over the top of
the large oak table in my private dinning chamber.
She was dressed in a crisp schoolgirl uniform consisting of a starched
white blouse which buttoned up the front, a short plaid skirt,
white knee highs, white cotton panties/bra and her hair had been put up
in little schoolgirl pig-tails.
Becky was tied with her shapely smooth legs pinioned with narrow black
leather straps at the knees, her ankles bound together and then tied to

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.

Workout with Lara and Greg

Workout with Lara -4
By: rohit
Angelina opened her eyes sleepy and looked over at the clock, it’s alarm buzzing away monotonously. The display read 9.30 as she somewhat clumsily reached out and turned it off, trying to bring herself awake. Angelina rubbed her eyes and sat up, licking her dry lips. The sheet dropped away from her as she sat up, slipping down to reveal her voluptuous breasts encased in the lacy black negligee she wore, which she’d put on because she wanted to feel sexy when in bed, even when she was alone. Angelina smiled as she felt her nipples harden under the sexy nightwear, thinking of the day she had ahead of her. She’d called Greg the day before to arrange another workout session, and knew it wouldn’t be the kind of workout he’d give every customer.
Right now though, Angelina could only think of coffee. She pulled the sheet back and stepped out of bed, the negligee only reaching down just past her bum as she headed for the kitchen, stifling a yawn as she stretched. Her mind ran over various dirty ideas as to what might happen with Greg as she made the coffee, and felt her pussy moisten, her nipples straining at their lacy covering. She took her mug of coffee back to bed with her, sitting in bed with the sheets up to her stomach. She sipped her coffee, enjoying the taste as she started to properly wake up, feeling horny as she did every morning. Angelina looked sideways to the top draw of her bedside unit, eyeing it lustily, thinking of her favorite vibrator contained within. She licked her bee-stung lips unconsciously as she thought of the toy that she lustily enjoyed every morning just waiting mere inches away.
She pulled her eyes away from the draw and decided to control herself. She didn’t want to give herself anything today, she wanted to get her pleasures from a real man, and she only had to wait a few hours. Angelina finished her coffee and stepped out of bed, shedding the thin nightwear and grabbing her towel. She walked naked to the bathroom, towel in hand and turned the shower on. The room quickly started to steam up as she stepped under the warm soothing water. Angelina gave a contented sigh as the water splashed down over her sexy curves, washing away the sleepiness. As she washed, she started to gently stroke her swollen pussy, just flicking the clit. She mumbled dreamily in pleasure until she realised what she was doing and fairly snatched her hand away, promising herself that she’d be relieved soon.
Angelina finished her shower and dried herself off and took a moment to decide what to wear. It only took her a moment to decide on the “Lara Croft” look with the tiny shorts and the tank top. She didn’t bother to put any underwear on as she slipped into the cool material, feeling the rough seams on her smooth, shaven pussy lips. She shivered slightly in pleasure as she felt a tingle of pleasure from her pussy and squeezed her thighs together to prolong it. Angelina looked down to see her hard nipples poking through the tank top clear as day and felt them harden even more, feeling the wetness of her aching pussy, a slight gasp escaping her pouty lips. She slipped into her long coat and drew it around her shapely body, covering the outfit and her obvious arousal.
She headed out to the gym, walking the down to the large building on the edge of the city. She felt so sexy as cool winds blew around her bare legs, hearing her high heels clicking on the pavement as she walked along the street. A smile slid across her lips as she thought what people might think if they knew she was wearing the Lara Croft outfit and going commando underneath her flowing long coat. She giggled slightly as she turned the corner onto the road she needed, just a couple of minutes from the training centre.
Angelina clicked up the steps and through the front doors of the gym, the drop of the breeze making her coat flutter, offering a slight glimpse of her luscious leg to a young man by reception. She simply gave him a smile as she breezed past him, heading down to meet Greg personally in their training area. She found him doing some stretches near the boxing ring, limbering up. He looked up and smiled as she walked into the gym, eyeing her voluptuous figure as she walked up.
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First Group Sex Party

The evening was not going well and Cheryl knew it. Only fifteen,
she had almost passed out when a college junion had asked her here.
Telling her mother and father that she was going to a girlfriends house
for the night, she met her date, Billy, at a convenience store near her
home. Just getting in the car made her feel much older than her years.
Now, several hours later, sitting on a couch in a crowded
fraternity house, she was feeling like fifteen again. A bunch of guys
had made a big fuss over her when she first arrived but quickly turned
their attentions to girls who were much older than she. While she had
danced a couple dances, even her own date seemed to have abandoned her.
She hadn’t seen him in over 45 minutes. And, after the several drinks
she had been given and the joints she had been offered, she was feeling
a bit high and drowsy. At this point, all she wanted to do was head
for home.
As the party droned on, Cheryl found it harder and harder to
concentrate on what was going on. All of the conversations seemed to
merge into one and the music seemed to enter into a slow motion mode.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch, quickly falling
asleep.
She woke with a start to find that the blaring music had been
quieted down and that the crowd had thinned considerably. Soft music
was gently playing in the background and the bright lights had been
dimmed to mild shadows. As her eyes adjusted, she realized that a
couple had joined her on the couch. Glancing to her left, she saw the
two locked in a deep kiss. Cheryl saw that the girls hand was on the
guys crotch and was slowly rubbing it.
Looking away, Cheryl felt flushed and hoped that the couple hadn’t
noticed her staring. Across the room, she saw a girl laying on the
floor between two guys. The girls sweater had been pushed up and one
of the guys was playing with and sucking on her bare breasts. The
other guy lay kissing the girl with his hand resting between her legs.
In fact, everywhere she looked, there were people making out.
From the hallway she heard the sound of a girl moaning softly and,
though dark, she could make out an outline of a couple making love.
Suddenly, out of no where, her date appeared. Billy sat down hard
next to her and the couple next to them on the couch adjusted a bit to
their left. Cheryl glanced over and saw that the girls head had made
its way down and had replaced her hand at the guys crotch. She stared
as she realized that the girl had the guys cock in her mouth and was
slowly sucking up and down on it.
“So, what’s doin’,” Billy asked her quietly.
The sound of his voice made her jump.
“Nothing, I guess I fell asleep,” Cheryl replied.
“I’ll say, you were out for about an hour. You OK?” he asked.
“I think so.”
Billy leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. Cheryl felt
herself flush and, in spite of herself, getting excited.
“What ya want ta do?” Billy asked.
“I don’t know,” Cheryl replied, answering honestly. She had only
ever kissed a boy once before and that boy was as nervous as she was.
She had heard girlfriends talk about going all the way and about sex
but had figured most of them were lying about it. Anyway, Billy was a
nice guy and she figured he wouldn’t press her for something she didn’t
want to do. She felt Billy’s arm wrap around her shoulder and pull her
closer to him.
Cheryl again felt Billy reach to kiss her only this time he pulled
her closer to him. As she tried to relax, she felt his tongue press
against her lips.
“Relax,” he whispered softly, “Just relax and let yourself go
some.”
Cheryl let her lips part a bit and felt Billy’s tongue enter her
mouth. A combination of the pot, the drinks, and being overly tired
played against Cheryl’s ability to resist. Besides, she was enjoying
all of this too much to stop.
As they sat there kissing, Cheryl felt Billy’s hand slide up her
blouse and cup a breast through the material. No one had ever touched
her like that before and she felt a low, soft moan escape her lips.
Billy took that as permission to go on.
Billy slowly pulled away from her and leisurely began to unbutton
her blouse from the top. Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed his hands,
stopping him, but Billy gently released himself from her grip and
continued until her blouse hung softly open.
Cheryl tensed as she felt Billy reach behind her and fumble with
the hooks of her bra. Again she leaned forward and tried to stop him,
this time by trying to divert his attention with a kiss. Billy kissed
her back, again thrusting his tongue into her mouth, but continued to
work on the hooks.
Cheryl felt a sudden relaxation of material as the bra hooks
snapped open. Pulling away from her slightly, Billy lifted the bra
cups above Cheryl’s breasts. Cheryl felt a shiver as Billy leaned
forward and took a small nipple into his mouth. She looked around the
room, sure that everyone there was staring at her. To her surprise, no
one even noticed. In fact, everyone seemed to have progressed much
further than they had when she last noticed them.
The threesome on the floor in front of her had stripped completely
and the girl was straddling one of the guys while the other guy knelt
in front of her. In the shadows, Cheryl could see the outline of the
guy’s cock sliding in and out of the girl’s body at two locations.
Next to her, she saw that the girl was continuing to work on the
guy’s cock with her mouth as the guy slowly stroked her hair. She
could see the faint, shadowy outline of his cock slowly slide in and
out of the girls mouth.
Quickly, Cheryl’s attention was turned back to Billy. She felt
herself being pushed sideways towards the other couple on the couch as
Billy lowered his head to her chest. She could feel the warmth of the
boy’s body beside her and felt the girl’s hair tickle her bare neck as
the girl’s head bobbed up and down. Billy was gently sucking a nipple
shooting feelings through Cheryl’s body that she had never known
before. As she tried to relax she felt the other boy’s hand slowly
slide over her shoulder and come to rest on her bare breast, lightly
fingering the nipple.
If Billy noticed the other boy’s hand, he didn’t react. Instead,
Cheryl felt his hand high on her leg, slowly moving up her thigh until
it came to rest between her legs. There she felt Billy slowly start to
caress her through the course jean material.
Cheryl’s mind began to race. She wasn’t sure she was ready for
all of this but she really didn’t know how to go about stopping it.
The idea of having sex was both exciting and frightening, the idea of
doing what the girls she had seen doing, sucking on guy’s cocks with
their mouths, was terrifying. Her thoughts were interrupted when she
felt Billy grab her hand and urge her to the floor below. As she slid
from the couch, the other guy who had been feeling her breast gave it
one last firm squeeze, sending a chill of almost pleasant pain through
Cheryl’s body.
Cheryl began to lay down on the floor but Billy stopped her and
began to undo her belt. Cheryl thought to herself that this was going
to be it, if she let him do this, she would have let go of all control.
She allowed him to loosen her belt and unhook her jeans. Lifting
herself a bit, she felt Billy’s hands work the tight slacks down her
hips and off of her legs.
Now laying there clad only in her panties and loosened bra and
shirt, Cheryl felt herself wanting to cry and run out of the house.
But things had gone much to far for that, and she didn’t want anyone
there to think of her as only a child. She wanted Billy to like her
and, because she was terribly afraid that he wouldn’t if she didn’t go
along, she let him proceed.
Billy lay almost on top of her and began to kiss her, thrusting
his tongue deep inside of her mouth. She felt his hands roving over
her body, cupping and lightly squeezing her breasts, running across her
stomach and laying gently between her legs. Slowly she felt his head
leaving her face and, gingerly licking her neck, move down and again
take a nipple into his mouth. She felt her breasts grow sensitive
under his touch, again sending new and exciting feelings throughout her
body. But, this time, he did not stop there.
Pausing only for a few moments, he continued downward, letting his
tongue flow easily across her stomach. She felt every muscle in her
body tense as his tongue caressed her skin. As he reached her naval,
she felt his hand slide under the elastic of her cotton panties and
touch the crease of her leg, sending shivers through her entire body.
Again lifting up slightly she allowed him to push the thin material
over her hips and down her legs. He pushed them off her legs with one
of his own.
Again sliding slowly down, Cheryl felt Billy’s warm breath now
against her thighs. Closing her eyes she focused on the boy between
her legs and his soft kissing of her skin. Slowly she felt him move
his tongue up towards her pubic area and, in a move that almost caused
her to moan out, felt him touch her gently there with his tongue. She
lay her hands over his head and gently fingered through his hair.
Ever so slowly, Billy let his tongue probe through the light hair
that covered her mound. A slight dampness there and almost continuous
involuntary twitching on her part told him where to touch, lick and
kiss. The taste was more fresh than he had ever had before and, slowly
inserting a finger into her, he came to the realization that she was a
virgin.
More excited than ever, Billy left his place and quickly moved up to
again kiss her deeply on the lips. Cheryl tasted herself for the first
time.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Billy softly whispered
in her ear.
Cheryl shook her head, almost imperceptably.
“I’m going to make it nice for you kid. I’m going to show you
things you’ve never dreamed of.”
Cheryl smiled at him, not sure he even saw her face in this
darkness, then hugged him tighly against her.
“Isn’t there someplace we can go, someplace alone?” Cheryl asked
softly.
“This is OK. You’re among friends here. It’s all OK.”
“But,” the words were cut off in mid-sentence as Billy again was
kissing her.
Cheryl lay there holding him in her arms and wondered if this was
what love felt like. She thought to herself that he must really like
her to be doing all of this and the idea that here was a college junior
making all of this fuss over her was more of a turn on than anything he
had actually done.
Cheryl felt Billy again pull away from her slightly and expected
him to again let his mouth find her breasts. This time though, he
knelt up a bit and undid his belt. She lay back and watched as he
pulled his jeans down to his knees in one motion, then lay back and
kicked them completely off. She realized that his underwear had come
off as well. Taking Cheryl’s hand, Billy placed in on his already hard
cock.
“That’s it, yeah, that’s it. Soft, yeah, that’s it,” Billy
whispered.
Cheryl felt the hard member under her hand pulse as she held it
softly. She began to instinctively rub it slowly up and down in her
hand.
“Oh, baby, that’s it, yeah,” Cheryl heard Billy whisper.
Billy let his right arm slide under her neck and he urged her to
rest her head on his chest. Through the darkness she gazed down at the
thing she had in her hand. She had, of course, seen erect cocks on
animals before but had never seen one on a man.
Billy began caressing her hair, placing light downward pressure on
the back of her head. Cheryl knew from watching the other girls in the
room what he wanted her to do. Suddenly it didn’t seem quite so bad.
He had done that to her and it had felt great. Besides, she was now
positive that he really liked her and she certainly didn’t want to risk
losing him. She attempted to act like she had been in this position
before.
Slowly, and kissing Billy’s chest and then stomach, Cheryl let her
head slowly slide down towards his cock. When she reached what she
considered to be an adequate distance from it, she lay her head back
down on his lower stomach and continued to caress his cock with her
hand and lightly blow a cool stream of air across the head of it.
“Oh baby, yeah. That’s it, that’s it,” Billy half said and half
moaned. “Yeah, that’s it.”
Cheryl realized that he had spoken loud enough for everyone in the
room to hear but by now she really didn’t care. She slowly moved her
head forward and lightly kissed the tip of Billy’s cock. As she moved
back away from it, she licked her lips and tasted something salty on
them.
Billy now was pushing on the back of her head and she again moved
forward, again kissing the head of it, all the while stroking it with
her hand.
“God, baby, yes. Oh, God,” escaped Billy’s lips.
“This isn’t bad,” Cheryl thought to herself. In fact, she was
enjoying it, it made her feel much older than her fifteen years to have
a guy responding so readily to her touch.
“Take it in your mouth,” Billy whispered. “Suck on it.”
Cheryl let the head of it slowly slide between her lips and sucked
in lightly. The salty taste was stronger now but Cheryl found it
somehow pleasant. She felt Billy strain his hips upward and let him
move his cock into her mouth. As he relaxed downward, she went with
him, letting her tongue slide against the side. She felt involuntary
spasms in it.
The two adopted a slow, steady rhythm as Billy moved his hips up
and then down, letting his cock slide slowly in and out of the
teenager’s mouth. After several minutes, Cheryl felt him gently pull
her head back towards him, carefully easing her onto her back.
Billy rolled on top of her and Cheryl came to a full realization
what was about to occur. Billy kissed her hard on the lips and
positioned his body between her legs. She felt the hard head of his
cock against her blocked opening and felt Billy slowly begin to exert
pressure against her.
As the head slowly entered her, she felt a twinge of pain. As she
jerked a little, Billy stopped and pulled out.
“It’s OK, baby, it’s all OK,” he whispered. “Just relax and go
with it, it’ll be OK.”
“I’m OK,” Cheryl whispered up at him.
Again, Cheryl felt Billy pressing himself against her again she
felt a twinge of pain as the head entered her. When she tensed up this
time, Billy did not stop, instead continuing to push harder into her.
Suddenly, there was an intense hurt that made her gasp out loud and
Billy lay against her, half in and half out of her.
Laying still until he felt her relax a little, Billy slowly began
moving in and out of her, gently at first and not pressing any further
into her. She was not the first virgin he had broken in but she was
certainly the most exciting. He leaned down and gently kissed into her
ear. Cheryl felt chills run through her body.
Cautiously, Billy let each downward thrust move further and
further into Cheryl’s body. After only a few more strokes, he could
feel the base of his cock pressing against her pelvis. There he stayed,
grinding slowly against her. He could feel the young girl’s sweat pour
off of her as she lay there moaning under him.
The pain had long since gone for Cheryl and she accustomed herself
to the organ that had violated her. All thoughts other than the boy on
top of her and her own feelings were blocked out as she lay there with
her eyes closed. She felt Billy start to move in and out of her more
easily now and sensed something of an urgency in his movements. She
found herself aware of the sounds that were coming from her own body,
the low moans of pleasure as Billy picked up his pace of movement.
Suddenly and, without warning to Cheryl, Billy pulled out from
inside of her and came to his knees. With that, Cheryl opened her eyes
to see several faces gazing down at her from above. Someone had turned
a hall light on and the illumination danced across her bare chest.
Billy had manuevered his way around to Cheryl’s head and was
positioned with his cock only inches from her head. Cherly gazed at
it, seeing it glisten with her own wetness. A sickening feeling came
over her as Billy rubbed the damp member across her face, letting it
come to rest on her lips. Cheryl glared around above her, there were
four sets of eyes looking down, but to her it seemed like the world was
watching.
“Take it in your mouth,” Billy almost whispered. “Go ahead, it’s
good for you.”
With that he gently slapped it against her lips.
“Go ahead hon, it tastes good,” Cheryl heard from a female voice
above her.
“Hey Billy, you mind?” one of the male voices questioned.
“Nah, go ahead,” Billy replied.
With that, Cheryl felt a new body lay down between her legs and,
before she could react, she felt a new erect cock pressing against, and
into her. With that, she found Billy pushing himself against her lips.
“Come on, open up.” There was a certain urgency in Billy’s voice.
Stunned, Cheryl parted her lips and allowed Billy to enter her mouth.
“Fuck, suck, fuck, suck, fuck, suck, fuck, suck”…..softly, starting
with one voice then progressing until all those standing above her had joined
in. Cheryl lay on her back staring up at the unknown faces gazing down at
her, Billy’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth with some other guy fucking
her roughly at the same time.
“Come, come, come, come, come”……the chant changed to. And with it,
Cheryl felt the man begin to screw her even harder. Each move again became
painful as he plunged faster and faster into her. The same was happening with
Billy, she continually had to move her head to the side to accomodate him.
Finally Billy tensed and grabbed her head, slamming his cock into her
throat. Gagging, Cheryl suddenly found her mouth full of a hot, gooey,
liquid, very salty and bitter. She felt herself starting to choke violently
but Billy held her head in place and continued to drive himself into her.
Almost at the same time, the guy fucking her quickly pulled himself from
her and began jerking his hand up and down his cock. Glancing down towards
him, Cheryl looked just in time to see his cock spurt it’s juices out towards
her. She felt the warm fluid spray up across her chest and stomach.
After only a few seconds, it was over. Cheryl lay there sobbing softly
as Billy pulled away from her and stood up. The guy who had been screwing her
a few moments before stood up and took the hand of another girl and was
walking away.
“My turn now….” was all Cheryl heard before closing her eyes tightly
and wishing it all away.

Archive-name: 3plus/1stparty.txt
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Archive-title: First Party

Submissive slave g

“G” is a submissive who has taken an oath of slavery to me, her
master. She is tall and very slender with blonde hair that falls to
her shoulders Her legs are long with a lovely taper to the waist.
Her breasts are pert with saucy red nipples. She has a very sensual
mouth and a lovely face. She loves her status and finds unique
pleasure in performing her duties as I assign them. I realized a
submissiveness in “G” when I first met her. I decided to train her
as a sex slave and see just how submissive she was and how far she
was willing to go. Her first task was to pose as a slave before the
camera. I had her dress in garterbelt, hose, heels and a leather
collar. She readily accepted this uniform and was a stimulating
visual experience. She was bound to the bed and photographed in
various humiliating positions, all of which communicated her sub-
missive nature and enjoyment of her status.

It was during this photo session that I realized that “G” was a
true submissive and was able to satisfy my dominate personality. I
placed my slave in several exposing poses and ensured that her
posture and position displayed her sexuality and humility to full
advantage.

As slave “G” passed her first test with unique enthusiasm I
decided to test her level of pain endurance and obedience. She
was bound to the bed, face down at wrists and ankles by white cords.
She was instructed to request each stroke of the whip, count it’s
number out loud, and thank her master after each stroke. The whip
strokes where light initially but soon progressed to forcefully,
strategically placed, strokes of pain. Could the slave follow in-
structions and yet maintain control over her feelings and emotions?
Did she have the endurance that I required? Slave “G” performed
remarkably well for her first experience with discipline. She was
able to ask for and tolerate several strokes of the whip thus con-
firming my belief that she truly accepted her status as a sexual
slave.

During this discipline session I was stimulated by the sight of her
naked buttocks squirming at the kiss of each whip stroke and the
resulting marks of discipline that were engraved upon her cheeks. This
visual conformation of her punishment session was also recorded on film
so that the session could be recalled after it faded from my mind.
After reviewing the photographs that had been taken I decided to record
the next session on videotape for a more realistic review and critique
of her performance. I set up the equipment in the living room and
called my slave to position in front of the camera. I had her kneel on
the sofa, facing the wall with her ass toward the camera and bound her
wrists to fixtures spaced on the wall. As I stood back to appraise my
slave’s appearance I could see the sexual excitement of the moment in
her posture and conduct. Slave “G” was stimulated by the situation and
was eager yet apprehensive of what was to follow.

I probed her body and toyed with her ass, cunt and breasts for
several minutes and took her to the brink of orgasm several
times only to stop and not allow her sexual relief. Slave “G”
soon realized the total control that I maintained over her. Her
twisting and quivering body only served to amplify the
frustration she was suffering at my control. Soon she was
begging for relief and this became an excellent opportunity to
take my slave to new situations and experiences that she would
be required to endure as a sex slave.

I gave slave “G” several strokes of the whip while fettered to
the wall and then released her only to bind her to an ottoman in
front of the camera. She was on her belly with her wrists bound
behind her back and her legs spread wide. I used the whip again
on her ass and left the marks of slavery engraved. She was told
that she would be given to others to use as they saw fit if she
did not perform to my satisfaction. The video camera recorded
the events of a new slave in training and her attempt to please
her master. Slave “G” was able to accept several strokes of the
whip and count each one even as her ass was rebounding from the
pain. At the conclusion of the whip session I was extremely
happy that slave “G” had proved herself so well and was also
sexually stimulated by the realization that I now owned a truly
submissive sex slave. My sexual relief was also a test for my
newly acquired slave. Was she able to suck cock while bound and
without the use of her hands ? Could she swallow a full load of
her masters cum without gagging or creating a mess? Slave “G”
again responded in a truly subservient manner and sucked my cock
until I shot my load deep into her throat . Despite her efforts,
slave “G” was unable to swallow my full load and after leaving
my cum on her face I proceeded to punish her with another
whipping and realized that cock sucking would require more
effective training before I was satisfied with her performance.
The video tape was used to critique her performance and point
out the areas that she needed to improve upon.

My business soon required my transfer to another part of the
country and it became obvious that slave “G” was soon to make a
lifelong commitment to slavery or depart her masters company.
Being a true submissive and having found a new lifestyle that
gave her the discipline that she longed for, slave “G” followed
her master to his new environment. It was at this time I
realized my responsibility as a master and that my newly
acquired slave would need a set of rules to live by and follow
if I was to continue to enjoy her devotion to me. I developed
the rules for slavery and had slave “G” read them aloud. She was
to acknowledge them by her signature to a slave oath and
contract thus making a lifelong commitment to her master that
she would perform her duties without question or hesitation.
Throughout this early period in the new surroundings slave “G”
was frequently tested and disciplined. I developed new bondage
devices such as leather wrist handcuffs.

I decided to train slave “G” to become accustomed to severe
temperature changes to her body. Slave “G” was bound to the bed
by her wrists and ankles and I toyed with her cunt and nipples
until she was begging for release and orgasm. I then used ice
cubes rubbed over her nipples and pussy to make her accustomed
to the cold. The agony of this training was evident in her body
manipulations and facial expressions. I soon placed a few ice
cubes in her cunt and allowed her to melt the cubes with her
natural body heat. I also desired to train slave “G” to accept
the discomfort of heat. To effect this goal I used two methods
of subjecting slave “G” to heat. The first and most erotic was
the use of hot wax dripped from a burning candle. This method is
very effective since the slave is allowed to watch the candle
burn. I would drip the wax on slave “G”‘s breasts and ass and
would vary the distance from the skin to adjust the temperature
from stimulating to painful. It was also exciting to sit back
and gaze upon the splotches of hardened wax stuck to her nipples
and belly. The other training method I employed was the use of
Ben-Gay ointment on slave “G”‘s nipples, ass, and crotch. This
method is an extremely effective punishment since the effects
are long lasting and tortuous. Ben-Gay may also be used while
you take your slave out in public but do not desire to cause a
public spectacle. With slave “G”, just the threat of such
punishment will extract a most humble attitude and desire to
please.

My next training session with slave “G” was designed to test her
desire for others to witness her status and to test her
willingness to appear in public as a slave. I had slave “G”
dress in her slave outfit; hose, heels, and garter belt and sent
her to the corner store for some personal items. since it was
cold and snowing I allowed slave “G” to wear a long coat but it
could only have the top two buttons buttoned.

This was not a difficult test but it did prove embarrassing for
slave “G” as the coat fell open and exposed her bare legs and
cunt as she climbed out of the car. Once inside the store, slave
“G” was required to wait in line to pay for the purchases and
the mere thought of her nakedness under the coat was sufficient
to cause her to return to the car, her cunt dripping wet. I’m
sure the men in the store were able to identify the sexual odor
that the slave was giving off. When slave “G” returned to the
car she had difficulty getting in without her coat falling open
and displaying her cunt to those parked next to us. Although
embarrassed due to her exposure slave ” G” was willing to do
what ever her master desired.

The next project I decided to attempt was to pierce slave “G”‘s
nipples and cunT. I felt that this would be an excellent gift
from my slave and at the same time serve a useful purpose and
provide an erotic physical adornment to her body. I told slave
“G” that I wanted her nipples pierced first, then when I was
satisfied I would have her cunt done so that a small gold chain
could be attached to any or all of the piercings and I could lead her
by the chains. I decided that the easiest method would be to use self
piercing earrings and have slave “G” wear them until the tissue was
healed. I took slave “G” to a local jewelry store and had her
purchase the earrings and at the same time I instructed her to
purchase a gold ankle chain with the word “SLAVE” engraved upon
it. I was sure that the combined purchases would cause slave “G”
some embarrassment. The clerk at the store asked slave “G” a
second time what she wanted engraved upon the ankle chain and
then looked at her with the knowledge of slave “G”‘s status as a
bondage sex slave. When slave “G” returned home I had her change
into her slave outfit and placed the ankle chain upon her left
ankle. She was instructed that it was never to be removed, for
it was to be a constant reminder of her slavery. Next, I had
slave “G” place the earrings upon her nipples and told her to
look at her self in the mirror. As I stood behind her and
commented on the erotic nature of her jewelry I also felt her
cunt and noticed that the ring s indeed had an erotic effect
upon my slave. Unfortunately the rings did not exert sufficient
pressure to pierce the nipples and I was left with only visions
in my mind of my slave standing before me with gold rings
attached to her nipples and a thin gold chain dangling from
them. I decided to use this failure as a test of my slave’s
devotion to her lifestyle. I told slave “G” that she was to
pierce her own nipples as an act of love and devotion to her
master. She accepted this task and collected the needle and
alcohol necessary for the task. At this time I had to depart due
to my job but told slave “G” that I expected to come home to a
slave with pierced nipples in a few months. This task was slave
“G”‘s downfall. She was unable to find the courage necessary to
make this total commitment to her master. I guess that I will be
forced to carry out the piercing or send her to a professional
to have the task completed. I wonder if slave “G” is willing to undergo
the pain and embarrassment of having another complete the task?

*****THE END*****