Guys in tight bike pants, their crotches a-bulgin’
Wet, hot, slick, hard skin, and secrets divulgin’
A story ’bout Suzy-Q, oh what a scene,
These are a few of my favorite things

Guys in blue denim, their lashes a blazin’
One with his pants off, his size is amazin’!
A horse with a hard on suspended by strings *
These are a few of my favorite things

When the clap hits, when his pud drops, and I need it bad
I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so
sad
* This line inserted in honor of Catherine the Great, and the new
Russian democracy!
After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn’t much
resistance (none, maybe?) when I knelt down in front of him and
unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed centuries, I
immediately began to savor the contents. As my tongue rolled around
the head of his penis, in a voice tempered with both ecstasy and
panic, he murmured,
“Jesus, Clarissa, we can’t do this here.”
Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both of us
heard a shaken Herman pounding his fists on a nearby keyboard.
Putting two and two together Alex began laughing so uncontrollably
that I found it my civic duty to silence him. Retaking appendage in
mouth I began to suck it for all it was worth.
Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my
blouse and discovered I was not wearing a bra. In fact, since it
was a special occasion I had dispensed with all underwear. Taking
this as his cue, with a quick switch of positions we found
ourselves on his large Steelcase desk. He began by running his
tongue along the curve of my small but well formed breast, and down
my belly. Bearing right at my navel, he shortly found his tongue
wading through my short and curlies. I sucked him deeper into my
mouth as his tongue hit my clit. He had one hand twiddling my clit
between tongue laps, while his tongue was exploring my wet cunt,
darting in and out, tracing my lips all the way back where he
lightly nibbled that very sensitive area between cunt and anus, and
then he gave my hole itself a gentle brush.
The chill that shot up my spine caused me to gasp, sucking
his pumping cock deeper into my eager mouth. His tongue finally
returned to my clit. God the walls were shaking! I could have
continued with this game for a long, long time, but as if out of no
where a condom appeared. My heart, already pounding double time,
started doing little flips. My clitty, so recently being ministered
to by tongue, started pounding in anticipation of what it knew was
coming. I took the packet from him and ripped it open. Now, with
both of us sitting on the edge of that steelcase, I gently grasped
his member [I just HAD to] in one hand and unrolled the sheath with
my other. I realized that the wrapper was still in my hand. As I
reached across the desk to the trash, I felt a hand on my back, and
then another reaching around my waist to my hot pussy. I knew what
was coming, and I reached back to help guide his flesh missile into
my anxious (but not hardened) target. Help wasn’t needed however,
and before my hand found its target, his missile found mine, and
with a grunt of satisfaction he started his journey home.
With a long slow push I felt myself filling up. Then his hand
came around me and started to caress my clit. Then finger twiddle,
slow stroke out, fingers, fast push in. My clamping him tight on
each outstroke was driving us both to a frenzy. With each beat of
the penetration, the cycle of pleasure began all over again. As if
upon mutual agreement, a soft languid cry flowed from our lips and
could have been heard if anyone had been listening.
Serendipitiously, a loud wail from Herman was produced on the
opposite side of the wall.
I wish I could describe the sound of 12 Macs crashing
simultaneously, but it really isn’t very interesting.

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.

Laura comes back with coffee for you. As she hands it to you, you almost
drop it, your hands are shaking so badly. She puts her hands around yours,
to help you hold it, and her hands are warm on yours, and reassuring. You
calm a bit. As you sit and sip the coffee, strong and black, she asks if
you want to talk about it. So you decide to let it out, between sobs. But,
the longer you go on, the more you remember how it really felt on your
body. You calm visibly, and go on, the words just flowing out of you.

You think it’s strange that Laura is squirming so much on the couch next to
you. She must be appalled at the treatment you received. But how could she
know how it felt, to be taken that way? As you tell your story, she goes
into the kitchen and comes back with a warm, wet towel. She mops your face,
trying to be careful of the bruise that is welling up on your cheek from
the slap the man gave you. She gets a piece of ice and wraps it up, and
holds it to your cheek. You are almost done with your coffee, and your
story, so you set the cup down.

You tell her you need someone close now, someone who cares. She puts her
arms around you, and holds you tight. You hug her for dear life. It’s so
good to know someone DOES care. You start crying again. When you have
finally let it out, you take your head off of her shoulder. As you lift
your head, she kisses your bruised cheek, telling you things will be ok.

She then proceeds to tell you that 2 years ago, the same thing happened to
her. Not 3 guys, but only 2, and that was 2 too many. You feel a kindred
thread reach between the two of you. She DOES understand. She says she had
no one at the time, and she’s glad to be here for you. She suggests you
take a hot shower, to get the “dirt” from you. You agree.

“Besides, you can’t go anywhere in that messed up dress anyway.” she says.

You go into the bathroom, disrobe and turn the water on. Stepping into the
hot shower, you close the door, and let the heat beat down on you. She has
a shower massage on the shower head, and you set it to “pulse”. The sore
muscles relax, and you let you mind wander. You find that you are not mad
at the men, just feel sorry for them, that they have such problems that
they have to beat up and rape women.

Your eyes jerk open as you hear the shower door open. Opening the door,
Laura has come in to see if you need anything. You had already washed their
come from inside you, and washed your hair.

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” (Why is she looking at you so hard?)

“How about your back? Can you reach that?”

“No, I can’t. My shoulder is too stiff. You could do that for me, if you
like.”

“OK,” she says. “But I’ll have to get in with you. I’ll get all wet. I was
due for a bath anyway. Shower’s just as good. This place has a LOT of hot
water.”

You agree, and she closes the door. As you are washing your legs off, you
find yourself watching her through the translucent shower door. She removes
her blouse, skirt, and underwear. Finally unsnapping her bra, she lets her
large breasts swing free. She drops her things on the floor, and starts to
get in. You turn your back, somehow embarrassed. Your beaten body looks so
bad next to her smooth, white skin.

“Hey,” she says. “It’s ok. It happened to me. I know how you feel. It’s
alright. You forget, I’ve had 2 years to recover. ”

She puts her hand on your shoulder, and you relax. She soaps up a
washcloth, and proceeds to wash your back. You must have sat in something,
because she sure washes over your ass a lot. But the soap and heat feel so
good. Your sore back relaxes. You know you’ll have bruises, but they won’t
be too bad.

She asks you to do her back. You agree, it’s the least you can do for her,
after all the kindness she has shown you.

Turning around, you grab the washcloth, and notice your breasts brush
against hers. My, she has some large pointed nipples! Bigger by far than
yours. She turns around, and you soap her up, washing over her back, her
shoulders. You decide to play the game, and wash over her ass, too. It’s
very soft, and looks smooth. She leans forward and holds onto the towel
bar, asking you to wash the inside too. For some reason, you think this is
funny, and start to giggle, but you do it anyway. With one hand, you pull
her cheeks apart, and run the washcloth up the crack of her ass. It didn’t
need it, but you did it anyway.

As you wash her ass, she sways back and forth, enjoying the heat and your
help. She asks if you would mind doing the backs of her legs, since she
can’t reach them. Still giggling, you kneel down in the bottom of the tub,
and wash the backs of her thighs. Feeling better now, and starting to feel
a bit playful, you put a small bite on her ass. She jumps, yelping “What
are you doing?” and starts to laugh. This sets you off, and soon the two of
you are having a water fight. You rinse out the washcloth and smack her ass
with it, and she cups a handful of water and throws it in your face. You
can’t see anything, and she backs you up against the wall, pressing her
body to yours, her breasts mashing yours down. “Now what are you going to
do?” she asks.

Thinking quickly, you kiss her full on the mouth. She backs up immediately,
and you grab her wrists and hold her back against the other wall of the
shower.

“Ok, you win. Let me go and I’ll do anything you say.”

“Not yet. First you have to bow down and pay honor to me.”

Letting go of her wrists, you let her slide down the wall and kneel at your
feet. You reach behind your back and turn the heat up. She looks up at you
with what she supposes are “puppy dog eyes”, and pleads with you to forgive
her. You step out of the way of the shower path, and let the hot water hit
her full in the face and chest. She falls backwards, and slides down the
tub, between your legs. You immediately sit down, on her stomach, holding
her in place. She looks up at you, and asks what she did wrong.

“Nothing. That’s why I’m doing it.” (What did you just say?)

You find yourself starting to enjoy some of this power she has given you.
You order her to get out of the shower and wait for you. After you get off
of her, she amazingly does what you say.

You rinse the rest of the soap film off of you and order her to get a towel
to dry you with. She does this, and holds it open for you to step into. As
you step out of the shower, she wraps the towel around you, and tucks it
tight. Your nipples harden at the cold air outside of the shower, and they
poke through the material. She sees this and starts to giggle again.

Playing the role, you order her into the bedroom, where she can take care
of you. You aren’t sure yet what you are thinking, but you like it, and
start to find yourself attracted to your Laura in a way you have never felt
about her before.

Heading into the bedroom, you remove the towel, and sit on the edge of her
large round waterbed. The heat has been turned up on the bed, and it feels
quite nice. You ask her to dry your back. She says no.

“Get over here and dry me now!” you command her.

She obeys, and you see what it is she wants to do. Ok, you can be her
master, if that’s what she wants. You could at least give it a try.

She dries your back expertly, not missing a drop.

“What about your front, Mistress? She all I dry that as well?”

“Yes, love. And dry under my tits too.”

She does what you command, and you find yourself once again enjoying the
power of the moment. With one hand, she holds up your breast, and runs the
towel under it. Her hands are so soft! And Warm! As she lets it back down,
her fingers run over your air-hardened nipples, making them tingle.

She towel dries your hair, and begins to use her brush to give it long,
smooth strokes, combing out the tangles and rat-tails. Her long blonde hair
must be a real pain to do.

Finally, she sits down next to you, and asks, “What’s next, Mistress?”

You tell her that you don’t know. That you aren’t sure.

She stands up in front of you, and backs away about 5 feet. She puts her
hands on her hips, and stands naked in front of you. You find yourself just
staring at her body. She turns sideways, and you get a very good view of
her profile: high pointed breasts, long blonde hair, a very flat stomach,
and long, tan, shapely legs. She turns with her back to you, and you notice
her ass looks even better than it did in the shower. Then she turns forward
again, giving you a full frontal view of her platinum blonde pussy. Without
the shower, you find yourself getting wet again.

“Are you sure you don’t know what you want, Mistress?”

In a husky voice, you tell her, “Come here. Come to me, and make me feel
good about myself.”

She walks forward, and you find you face level with her breasts. She puts
her hands on the back of your head, and pulls your mouth closer to her
nipple. It is so close, you can feel your breath bouncing off her skin. She
holds you there, waiting for you. You decide you are going to like this,
and place your wet lips an on her tit. It tastes very nice, you think, as
you begin to suck on her breast. You reach a hand up and hold her tit up to
your mouth, feeding it into your lips.

You start to use your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking with your
mouth, and she starts to sway again. She takes your free hand, and places
it it around behind her, placing your hand on her ass. It IS smooth! You
give it a squeeze, enjoying the firm, soft flesh.

You stand up and turn her around. You lay her back down on the bed, pushing
her up so that her whole body is on it. Her tits jiggle as she “bounces”
around on the water. You lay down next to her, and move her hand between
your legs. You put one leg up to give her better access, and she slides a
finger along your slit. She pulls it out and places it into her mouth,
getting a taste of your juices. She returns her hand to your cunt, and
kisses you, pushing her tongue in your mouth. You move your hand across her
breasts, and down across her stomach, into her waiting bush. Her hair is so
soft. Is there nothing hard about this girl, aside from her nipples? She
spreads her legs wide, and you delve a finger into her wetness. It seems to
grab your finger and pull it in. As you pump your hand in and out of her,
she uses her thumb on your clit, stimulating it to it’s full 1 inch length.
She is surprised at how big your clit is, and begs her “Mistress” to let
her see and taste it.

You agree, and she moves her head down between your legs, spreading your
dark covered lips apart with her fingers. She snakes her tongue out, and
you jump as she touches your clit. Her touch makes you tingle, and the
shock of contact makes your legs close around her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Archive-author: William Bloom

Archive-title: Out in the Woods

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

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

foot of the mountains. Things were a little uncomfortable for

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

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

to be there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

could imagine what April had been telling her.

Ellen was kind of pretty. She usually wore clothes that

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

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

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

anyway.

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

definitely out of place with just about anyone. April was

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

staying by April’s side all day long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it.

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

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

told me.

“So?”

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

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

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

doesn’t,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

twenty minute hike.

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

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

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

quietly as possible.

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

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

shirt in the bag.

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

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

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

April for sending me up here.

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

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

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

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

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

clothes on.

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

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

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

it.

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

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

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

shivered a few times, then sat up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

panties. Again, she spread herself in the sun.

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

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

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

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

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

front of her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it, I still could not see her.

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

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

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

her pussy.

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

began to walk towards me.

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

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

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

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

hand wandered down and rubbed my crotch.

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

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

happening.

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

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

crotch.

“Never?”

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

each other, but it’s not the same.”

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

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

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

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

kinky.

“Maybe I can help,” I said.

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

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

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

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

looked surprised at what she was doing.

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

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

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

threw them to the side.

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

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

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

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

tiny drop of jism on the tip.

She moved closer and lightly flicked it with her tongue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

furiously pump in and out.

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

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

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

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

getting harder than before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

treat for me as it was her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned my attention back towards the girl under me.

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

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

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

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

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

cunt was trying to swallow my dick whole.

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

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

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

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

face.

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

that April had cum, too.

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

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

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

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

to me. She was fuck crazy.

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

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

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

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

both came.

We collapsed on the grass and breathed together for some

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

April surprised me again, and again.

–

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.

I’ve been a pussy freak since I was 12. I guess you could describe me as a
seaman by trade and a lover by inclination.

I’ve read these articles by different guys who said one certain ethnic type
of woman was the best balling. I’ve tried them all and I can’t say that…
they are ALL good!

But don’t let anyone tell you that women are the same all over the world
either. They are all different. Basically built the same of course, but
still different in so many wonderful, interesting ways.

In Asia, Africa and Latin America, the only women a sailor can get close to
is a professional. Married women don’t dare play around and single girls live
at home and are closely guarded.

But those whores are different than these walking cash register, these
automatic pussies we have here in the States. Those Asian, African and Latin
American hookers enjoy what they do for a living and even the best of them ask
so little in terms of US currency that it is almost free.

And of course, here in the States, and in most European countries and
Australia, even a seaman doesn’t have to pay for pussy.

In England, Scotland and Australia, there is a certain type of broad that
automatically gets an itchy crotch whenever she spots a seafaring man. And
don’t think we can’t be spotted. No matter how casually we dress, the broads
spot us by our tanned faces and rolling stride.

In Liverpool, I balled a young broad AND her mom in a space of ten hours.
Joyce was a long legged brunette beauty who worked in a Liverpool office and
hung around waterfront bars because she had a thing for seamen.

I took her out for a few drinks then we went to her parents house. It
turned out that her father was retired British Navy and her brother was in the
merchant marine.

We had a friendly visit, drank a lot of beer, then casually as anything,
Joyce and I went to bed. Her parents didn’t seem to mind at all. They seemed
to take it all for granted.

I balled Joyce most of the night. Then she had to go to sleep so she could
get up in time for work. In the morning, she left me in bed and went to work.
That was when her mom came in and asked me what I’d like for breakfast.

It seemed that the old man had also gone to work and the mother and I were
alone in the house. She was a prettyy dark-eyed, prematurely gray woman in
her mid forties, a bit on the hefty side, but still sexy.

When I told her what I wanted for breakfast she blushed, then giggled, but I
got what I wanted. I have always enjoyed eating pussy for breakfast.

I was out in the Pacific islands before they got too fucked up. They were
fucked up by the GI’s to a certain extent but the tourists hadn’t started
going there yet. These Polynesian broads were probably the best, if there is
such a thing as best. I always liked their directness. To them, sex was no
big deep, dark secret. It was something you did for fun, like dancing or
swimming.

The Arab whores in Beruit and Dar Es Salaam are something else. They’ve
been trained since childhood in the arts of pleasing a man. The only trouble
is you have to make sure you never fuck around when you don’t have a couple of
pals along. You could end up a naked corpse with a slit throat.

The Filipino babes are out of sight too. They have the tightest cunts in
the world, even the hookers. But in Manilia, you ahve to be careful and not
get fooled by a benabae, a drag queen. In the Phillipines it isn’t easy to
tell the difference.

But what the hell, who cares?

The merchant marine is a great career for a pussy freak. Naturally you go
weeks without any, but you can sure make up for it whenever you go ashore!

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. I began to wash myself, sliding my soapy hand over my neck to my
breasts, down my stomach then down between my legs, and began playing
with myself thinking about the first time I had an orgasm by another
man. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had men bring me to orgasm before, before
I was married, but, for some reason this time was different, maybe
because my husband was present. Anyway, the next thing I knew, he was
making love to me and I was cumming off whispering to myself over and
over, fuck me, fuck me, almost feeling as the warmth his own climax
enter my body, filling every inch inside of me. Then I came. I laid in
the hot tub for several minutes as the vision faded along with my
orgasm, then stepped out of the tub and dryed myself.

I remember walking to the dresser saying to myself, so, he want’s
me to fuck other men huh, ok, I’ll fuck’em, I’ll fuck every man in
sight! I’ll give him one night he’ll never forget! and picked out a
black skirt, black see thru blouse, bra and a very very sexy black lace
teddy with attached garters and last, a pair of sheer black stocking. I
want back to the bathroom and shaved my legs then my pussy, which I’ve
kept nice and smooth for years. I then dressed and put on my make-up,
red lipstick with gloss and bright red nail polish.

I met my husband at the door telling him to hurry and get changed
because we were going out! He thinking the outfit was for him asked what
was the occasion. I told him, I decided to give him what he always
wanted, and to get ready before I changed my mind. Needless to say he
was ready in a half an hour, and at the club in 15 minutes.

On the way to the club, I told my husband that we should sit at
different tables and I would “try” to come on to another guy and get
something going. Of course, he said, with the way your dressed, count on
it?

We both walked into the club about 8:30 PM and went our separate
ways, I at a table by the dance floor and my husband at the bar.

The night seemed long, as I wondered just how I was to come on to
these guys. I danced with a few, trying different approaches towards
them, none which seemed to work, then dancing with this one guy, I
decided to try something direct, while dancing a slow dance I slid my
hand down to his ass, pulling him very close to me I whispered to him, I
am very very wet. The guy said in return well maybe I can do something
about that. I said, somewhat turned on, lets go. Well, we walked out of
the club to his car and got in the back seat and began kissing and
kissing and feeling and feeling, his hand up my dress fingering me, my
hand on his cock feeling him getting harder and harder, finally breaking
our kissing I opened his pants and lowered my lips on his cock. His
finger continued playing with my clit while my lips worked on him when
suddenly I began to cum, and cum, and cum. Not long after, he began to
moan then I felt my mouth being filled with his hot sperm, swallowing it
all, thinking to myself, this isn’t any different than doing it with my
husband. I reached under my skirt and pulled open the snaps from my
teddy and laid back on the seat pulling him on me, rubbing his cock on
my pussy putting him inside of me. He fucked and fucked and fucked me,
finally pulling out saying, he couldn’t do it anymore. Understanding, I
sat up and snapped my teddy and said to him, maybe next time, and
returned to the club.

While slow dancing with my husband, I filled him in step by step on
everything I did, then returned again to my table and ordered a drink.
Sometime later, I was asked to dance by a not so bad looking guy, he
looked younger than I, but I thought, what the hell and asked him back
to my table. His name was Bob and was 22, (about 10 years younger than
me) blond hair and blue eyes and a not so bad looking body. Bob didn’t
seem the least bit intimidated what so ever by the age difference, and
didn’t try to come off older than he was, in fact he looked older than
he was. I almost felt a little guilty of my intentions, but, on the
other hand, he was still a man, all men are alike probably even as we
talked was thinking of a way he could get into my panties. The funny
thing was, I was thinking of a way of getting to get “him” into my
panties, so to speak.

As we talked, my mind skipped to the back seat of that guys car,
still not believing that I did WHAT I did. Sucking this guy was one
thing, but what really turned me on for some reason was him cumming in
my mouth and swallowing it. The more I thought about it the more turned
on I seemed to get. I then fantasized sex with this guy. By this time, I
was so hot, I actually felt a tingle between my legs, I had to excuse
myself and go to the ladies room and cool off before I came right there.
I sat on the seat in the stall and felt myself, I couldn’t believe how
wet I was, I totally soaked my teddy, then began fingering myself, I was
on my way towards the big O, my body at its highest erotic peek, almost
lost in my own pleasures, when all of a sudden pulled my hand away,
thinking, no, I want to save this, I want to be totally out of control,
I want this guy. As hard as it was, I wiped myself and buttoned up then
stood in front of the mirror and applied lipstick to my lips, then
returned to the table and Bob. I thought to myself, it’s either now or
never and said, trying not to come on to strong, but to the point and
yet still be some what of a lady, “wanna go somewhere else”?? the guy
reaction was, where? almost as he knew what I had in mind, I coyly
replied, how about someplace a little more private. Bob looked at me and
I looked at Bob, waiting for his answer, running my tongue over the edge
of my glass. As Bob finally began to speak, I felt little flutters in my
stomach, not sure what he might say, wanting him so much to say lets go.
Bob proceeded saying, he would go anywhere with me, but there was one
problem, and that was that he had driven 2 of his other friends and he
didn’t feel it would be right to go off and leave then stranded.

I thought for a minute then said to Bob, I have a great idea if you
and your friends willing, we all could have a little fun. Bob replied,
what exactly did you have in mind, I said, well if you guys wanted, we
all could go someplace a little private and try something different.

Bob said, let me get this straight, you’d be willing to take on 3
guys, I replied, the way I’m feeling right now, sure would. Bob then
said, sounds good to me, give me a few minutes and I’ll try to find my
friends, then took off. I went up to the bar to where my husband was and
filled him on what was about to happen then told him I might not be home
tonight. He was most excited about the whole thing, I then gave him a
little kiss and wiggled my fingers, see ya later.

I walked around the club looking for Bob, finding him by the ladies
room talking to some guys. Thinking they just might be the ones I’d be
with tonight I walked over to them more to get a better look, I looked
at them and thought to myself, not bad, not bad at all, then turned and
went into the ladies room to freshen up a bit, in another words, put on
more lipstick and a little dab of perfume in just the right places. I to
was quite excited about our little get together and was ready and
willing to do just about anything, and was sure I would be doing just
about everything. I walked out of the bathroom and found Bob standing in
the same place he was in when I passed him talking to the same guys and
walked to him. Turns out that they were the guys. Bob introduced his
friends to me, Jerry and Don and said, they would be more than happy to
take me up on my offer, I said, great, shall we go. All 4 of us walked
out of the club into the parking lot to Bobs car, I got into the front
while Jerry and Don got into the back, and drove off. Bob asked where I
would like to go, I just said, find the closest hotel. Bob drove a few
blocks and pointed to a sign lit up saying VACANCY and said, how about
this place, looks like they might have a room, I said, It looks as good
as any. Bob parked the car and went into the hotel to register and
returned shortly holding a room key saying were in room 121.

I suddenly became very nervous as we walked around to the room,
not wanting to back out or anything like that, it was just, I was hoping
I could fully perform my duties as a woman and be able to please these
guys in any and every way.

Finding the room, Bob placed the key in the hole and opened the
door, allowing me to enter first. I walked in the room followed by the
other 3 guys and walked to the bed sitting on the edge crossing my legs,
pulling my skirt down over my knee, still holding on to the fact, that I
still am a lady, at least for a little while longer. I was really
nervous now, as I watched Bob close and lock the door, then pull the
curtains closed. I guess I knew things would come down to this sooner or
later, although it was only a little over an hour ago when Bob asked me
to dance, which seemed like only 5 minutes to me and now, look where I
am, how times flies when your having fun. One part of me wanted to be
back at the club and the other part of me wanted to be here.

Bob came over to where I was sitting and sat next to me, not just
jumping into it, he placed his arm around me and we began to kiss. Bob
was a good looking guy and I was glad things got started with him first,
he made me feel very comfortable and relaxed, as if I was totally his,
with no else around. As we continued kissing, our tongues danced in each
others mouth, my legs became unfolded but remained pressed together as
he laid me on the bed. Shortly after being in my new position Bob broke
the erotic session of kissing and looked at me running his finger over
my face, down my neck to my breast, nicely tucked under my clothes like
present waiting to be opened. One by one he began to unbutton my blouse,
telling me how sexy I was, then moved the sheer black material off both
sides of my body. The idea of being undressed by a man was very much of
a turn to me, although most of the other time (when my husband wanted a
3 some) I was just wearing a teddy or something less and stripped it off
myself. Being with Bob for the moment made me almost forget that there
were other eyes watching me every step of the way. Bobs finger traced
the entire edges of my bra on both sides of my breasts almost as if he
was deciding what to do next, finally, pulled the top of my teddy off my
breasts and unsnapped my bra, exposing my not so large but excited
breasts and cupped his hand over one, slightly squeezing and gently
punching the nipple, then the other, sending wonderful signals through
my whole body.

Bob moved his hand off my breasts and started to tongue and lick my
nipple while at the same time began moving his hand on my leg, sliding
farther and farther up my skirt. For some reason it seemed easier to
expose by breasts than it was to spread my legs, maybe because woman’s
breasts are the visible part of our body. Realizing that this was really
it, the final step, time to show all. Feeling a bit embarrassed, knowing
the other guys were watching and knowing they were next,I spread my legs
letting his hand slid up my leg and over my crotch, His finger snaked
inside of my teddy darting in and out of my very moist hole then began
flicking over my clit, bringing me to the point I’ve waited for all
night, ORGASM, and I wanted him to make me cum. I was moaning and
panting continuous as his finger worked on my love bud, saying, Oh God
Yes , Don’t Stop, I’m Gonna cum, my body shivering and shaking trying to
cum but yet holding off as long as I could, then let go, exploding into,
what seemed as a never ending series of orgasms. My present lover got
off the bed and began to undress, while I continued laying, my hand
cupped over my crotch still in another world.

Bob returned to the bed moving me up on the pillow, and crawled
between my legs which opened automatically, and pulled open the snaps
from my teddy saying now to get a better look. After commenting on how
sexy it looks he lowered his head and began running his lips over my
soft mound kissing the smooth area working his way down to the slit
parting the lips and running his tongue over the length darting in my
already very wet hole. Bob finished licking then leaned over me placing
his over than average size cock at my hole and with slight difficulties
slowly eased in until every inch (of what looked to me was at least 8 or
9 inches) was inside of me. I began moaning from the second he started
to enter me, part was pure pleasure of him making love to me, the other
was a bit painful as Bob was much larger and thicker than my husband or
my other lovers, I almost felt like a virgin once again, having sex for
the first, as I felt my opening being spread wide open which I quickly
overcame with his total entrance in me. All sense of my lady like
appearance faded with my last orgasm as my moaning was non-stop and
increased as he pumped his huge organ faster and faster in me, my legs
tightly wrapped around him. A very strange and unusual thing happen,
Bob whispered to me and asked if it was ok for him to cum inside of me,
I giggled and said, you bet , and something like, in between my moans,
give it all to me, I want to feel your hot juice inside me. Bob began
panting, slowing down a bit, I could feel as his cock began to swell and
get ultra extra hard (I love that feeling when a man is about to cum)
then he arched in me OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh, as I felt pulse after pulse
after pulse of his hot orgasm shoot deep into me. Bob laid breathlessly
panting on me, slowly moving his member in me, then got up leaving me on
the bed and went to the bathroom.

At Bobs return to the bed, he stood at the bottom looking at me
finger a large amount of cum had dripped from my hole, and applying some
to my lips, licking it off. Bob remarked, what a sight, I sat up looking
down at the large white globs of cum sitting at the opening oozing out,
while the other guys gathered around to also see. Bob then collected his
clothes and began to dress saying he was going out to get some beer and
would return shortly. As I stood up, feeling large amounts of cum
dripping down my leg, I cupped my hand on my crotch and smeared it all
over then licked it from my fingers, giving these guys a little show,
then made my way to the bathroom for a little clean-up. I returned to
the bedroom with my teddy and bra back in place but left my blouse
unbuttoned (it looked sexier that way), straighten my skirt and
re-snapped the crotch of my teddy, and went over to the closest guy,
Jerry, and started kissing him, and feeling his hard cock through his
pants, then slid down into a kneeling position and proceeded opening his
pants pulling them down to his knees, only to see his erection bulging
through his bikini briefs, with about an inch or so past the head
peeking out from the top. I began running my finger over the shaft
feeling the shape of his hard cock through the soft material. Not
wanting just yet to remove them, I moved my lips to his cock sliding my
tongue over the material up to the bare skin exposed, then to the head
licking off the large drops of semen that formed.

Jerry slid my blouse off my shoulder and off one arm at a time,
then lifted me up and pulling down my teddy and opened my bra, once
again exposing my small breasts. Having sex with these guys, so far, was
nothing I had expected, I figured we’d get into the room and everyone
would undress and have a free-for-all with me. As Jerry caressed my
breasts with his mouth his hands moved around my waist pulling down the
zipper of my skirt, and with much ease slid it down my hip, letting it
fall to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt as Jerry moved me towards
the bed and laid me down, then he removed his underwear and joined me on
the bed. We french kissed for a short time feeling each others body, I,
feeling his cock, sliding my fingers over the slimy drops of semen that
oozed out, while he, had his hand inside my teddy crotch, fingering my
hole and clit. After our short but erotic kissing session, I pulled
opened the snaps of my teddy then moved myself around and on him 69,
immediately taking his cock into my mouth, sliding my lips up and down
the entire shaft, while at the same time, Jerry’s tongue moved over
every inch of my cunt, darting in and out of my hole, then hungrily
licked my love bud. After only about 10 minutes of making love to his
cock with my mouth he began moaning, then felt his cock began to swell,
then BOOM, felt as his hot load hit the back of my throat. Wrapped up
within my own orgasm, I swallowed every drop of cum that entered my
mouth, just then, as I reached the point of no return the door opened
and Bob walked in, I climaxed. I, still on top of Jerry, sucking the
head of his cock, and licking my lips, looked at Bob as he walked over
to the bed, Ummmmmmmmmm, tasted sooooo good. Bob replied, give that lady
a BUD! Jerry then said as I moved off him, God, that was good, no woman
has ever sucked me like that before, and swallowed all of it to. most
girls, at least the ones I can talk into sucking me, won’t let me cum in
their mouth’s, and the ones that do, just spit it out. I remarked
pulling the tab open from a can of beer, I am the best, Jerry simply
said, you sure are, I remarked once again, I never had any complaints
yet.

Taking a little break, and a few minutes to digest my previous
lovers orgasm, I sat down by a small table located by the front window
pulling up the thin material of my teddy over my breasts, and talked a
bit while I sipped on my beer. During the course of our talking, Bob
asked me a question, he said, now be honest, an average woman does not
offer to go off with 3 guys, and I can tell right off your not a hooker,
so, what’s a nice girl doing with the 3 of us. I thought for a second
and said, you want the real truth, ok, It’s my husband’s idea. His
fantasy was for me to dress up like a whore and pick a guy and well, let
him do what ever he wanted with me, but, I don’t think he’d have
expected me to end up with the 3 of you, then proceeded in telling them
about the guy I met before Bob and how my husband got so turned on when
I told him how I sucked him in the back seat of his car and swallowed
his orgasm, and how the guy tried to fuck me, but couldn’t. then said,
which wasn’t good enough for him, he wanted me to find some guy to fuck
me and cum in me Their first reaction was, wow, your married, and your
husband want’s you to fuck other men. Bob then said, well, if that’s
what he want’s, we’ll give you something to tell him, won’t we. I
replied, I sure will.

I finished my second beer, and looked at Don waiting looking as if
he was going to be left out, the only guy, who has not yet had sex with
me yet, and got up and moved to where he was sitting crawling up between
his legs on the bed taking his cock in my hand jerking it off a bit,
sliding my fingers over the goo that I squeezed from the head, then
leaned down and took him in my mouth. After a few minutes of sucking
Don, I felt my legs being spread apart and someone poking a cock at my
hole, and began fucking me doggie style. I continued humping Dons cock
in my mouth till he orgasmed, again, swallowing every ounce of his cum.
Then feeling the familiar pulse inside me, I knew Jerry, who was doing
me doggie, had cum. With his cock still in me, I sat up throwing my arms
around Jerry behind me and started kissing him while his hands caressed
my breasts. My hand moved down to my cunt feeling as Jerry’s cock slid
in and out of my hole, then began fingering some of the cum on my clit
till once again I orgasmed.

After my return from cleaning myself, I grabbed a beer taking a
short break. Afterwards, Bob lead me over to the bed and laid me down,
then started rubbing his cock over my nipple, he then positioned himself
over my chest placing his huge cock first in my mouth getting it wet
then between my tits sliding back and forth while I squeezed them
together. After about 15 or 20 minutes of dick sucking, tit fucking, Bob
sat up grabbing his cock jerking it off and came, shooting his load all
over my face, in my mouth and neck and tits, I reached up rubbing the
white thick goo all over my face and lips licking my fingers, while Bob
smeared the cum over my tits with his cock and putting it in my mouth to
lick off.

After yet another trip to the bathroom, I returned to the bed, and
addressed Dan, while fingering myself, telling him how much I’d love to
feel him inside me. Dan moved to the bed and began licking my cunt for a
short time, then positioned himself on top of me, and slipped his cock
in my hole, while at the same time I fingered my clit, until we both
orgasmed together.

On my last trip to the bathroom, I took my clothes, cleaned up and
dressed, as the other guys were when I came out. We checked out of the
hotel and they drove me home, where my husband fucked me, cumming 3
times as I told him of the story above.

Janet was just as well build as she was and just as horny. Her
boyfriend had his dick up her ass and she was moaning in pleasure. She
saw us in the doorway and told me to come in. I looked at Barbara and she
nodded “yes”. I walked in and she followed me in. Now my dick was fully
awake and wanted to get in on some action. I got in front of Janet and
started kissing her and massaging the outside her pussy with on hand and
caressing her tits with the other. Meanwhile, Barbara got behind Mark and
stroked his long dick while he was sliding in and out of Janet. She
pressed her body against his back and was starting to fondle the crack of
his ass.

My aching dick was begging for attention. Janet wanted to be
massaged. So I penetrated her insides with my fingers. She moaned more
as I gently stroked inside her. She was dripping wet and wanted more. As
she moaned and got closer to her climax she kissed harder and we sucked on
each others’ tongues harder. She asked for another finger inside her.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I entered another and soon after another.
I didn’t wanted to damage her and her pussy opened up and relaxed just
long enough to let me in. Finally she yell “Yes! Yes!” I had entered my
whole hand inside her up to my wrist. I moved my hand gently at the same
rythm as Mark was sliding his tool in and out of her back side. Janet
started shuddering in the wild ecstasy of orgasm and her juices came
flowing.

At the same time Mark started cumming, Barnara pulled him out and
grabbed his tall cock and sucked on it to get all the cum. At the same
time, I slowly took out my dripping hand in insert my waiting dick to feel
the throb of her pussy. As her sensation subsided, I started feeling the
massive pleasure wave build inside me. She sensed this, pulled me out,
she laid back on the bed, slipped under me while I was on my knees, and
placed my dick between her breasts and pressed them together so I could
tit fuck her. She massaged her tits and nipples and I came and she spread
the cum all over herself.

By then, Mark was done with his load and when Barbara saw me cum all
over her sister’s chest, she let go of Mark’s flacid dick and started
licking the cum off Janet’s chest. The 2 sisters seemed to become
desperately hungry for cum. They started pushing each other for a
position to get the drops of cum. As my orgasm ended, they were both
trying to suck the drops off my dick. I grabbed a tit from each girl to
try keep cumming and have the moment last longer.

As I relaxed, Janet lay quietly, still enjoying the sensations of her
massive orgasm. Barbara was eager to get her turn, so Mark worked with
her tits and started sucking on her pussy vigorously. Although he was
still out of commission for a little while, he was glad to help out a girl
in distress. Barbara arched back and tilted her head back as if the
motion would draw his togue deeper inside her. She wanted more and had a
finger in her mouth as if she wanted to suck on a dick at the same time.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t ready for another round yet. Then Janet saw the
desire in Barbara and got up and walked toward the closet and opened it.
On one shelf was a huge rubber cock. It had veins like copper plumbing
and must have been 12″ long and 4″ in diameter. It had the right flesh
color and looked almost real. Janet stuck it inside her once about half
way to get some of her pussy juice on it and went to Barbara. She gave it
to her and Barbara started sucking on the end of it. She looked like she
wanted to get the whole thing in her mouth. That cock seemed to be the
thing she was missing for the moment. She came in a massive orgasm and
shook the whole bed. Mark was still eating her and licked up all the
juices that flowed from her.

Then she started relaxing and absorbing the pleasure of the feeling of
her orgasm. She put the rubber cock next to her and stroked it as she
continued to enjoy the feeling inside her.

We all relaxed quietly next to one another. I was thinking about the
experience we had just had. I glanced at the clock and finally noticed it
was 10:30 in the morning. The day was still young. As it turned out, we
stayed with each other the rest of the day to try out some more new
experiences.

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

shade baby blue eyes>

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

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.

(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.”

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

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

the tables opposite end

legs.

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

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

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

the long room.

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

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

and out in a big girl swell if order to.

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

her master to view her facial expressions at anytime.

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

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

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

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

petite, slim, coltish legs lightly rubbing together with nervous

anticipation of

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

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

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

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

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

bottom….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

fat

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

too

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

their pockets.

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

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

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

Mansion.

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

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

then to refuse a request.

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

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

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

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

saliva across her lips, making them shine.

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

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

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

exciting double cheekswell of this trim bottomed girl strapped over for

discipline.

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

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

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

slut jeans on the streets of Seattle only last week.

The elastic tightness of her white schoolgirl knickers straining with

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

her bent posture..

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

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

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

and then roll out from under the desending material.

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

Becky’s ass was, once again, in its perfection, now completely bare to

my view.

I pulled a table chair up directly behind Becky’s firm teenage bottom

and sat down right behind her, letting my eyes enjoy the contours and fat

fullness of her rear cheeks.

God, how I had longed to see this little delinquent’s trim white ass,

just like this, bound over and swelled out, waiting to feel the sting of

the birchrod across those pearly white orbs, or to feel the fullness of

my pleasure rod buried deep in her backside, her arms restrained, her

trim schoolgirl hips bent over the top of this broad oak table.

Becky’s soft white bottom had been raised by her bent posture, her

schoolgirl bottom cheeks slightly parted by the enforced posture.

Becky’s legs trembled slightly as she felt my hand fondle the slight

heaviness of her chubby rear orbs. I bounced them up and down lewdly in

the palm of my hands, each small bottom cheek occupying one of my warm

palms, watching as the fat of her rear mounds jiggled with the

movement of my hands, smiling at the soft protest of this indignity

uttered by becky.

I leaned forward and gave becky a few light kisses across the white

expanse of her broadened bottom cheeks, savoring the delicious feel and

taste of her milky white hillocks.

I pulled my head back and quickly stood up. There would be more time

for that later, for studying and mapping…….with my mouth, my tongue,

my lips…. learning about every inch of that exciting fleshy bottom.

Now Becky was going to get the whipping of her life, a lesson is slave

girl discipline designed to ensure compliance with her master’s wishes

in the future.

I pick up the birch rod and step back a few paces, moving the chair to

the side and watching Becky start to compress her bottom cheeks, her arms

pulling against the restraints tied tightly around each wrist.

I smile as I hear becky in the background start to plead, no doubt

asking for another chance, but my mind was fully occupied with the plump

full ass now contorting in a lewd dance over the table top.

I fish a pair of old panties out of my coat pocket, with one hand,

swishing the whippy birch rod through the air with my other and relishing

the sound the fine instrument made..

“You’ll do anything, anyway, my dear Becky. You know what’ll happen

if you don’t…”,

I smile at her in the mirror and wad up the panties and push them into

her mouth.

“If those panties leave your mouth at any point, your punishment will

be increased ten-fold. Do you understand me Becky ?”

Becky silently nods her head, her eyes wide with fear.

I take a few steps back, standing to the right of becky, and bring

the whippy-ended birchrod up sharply and step forward, bring the rod

through the air sidewayswith a backhanded motion, and deliver a fine cut

low down across becky’s straining asscheeks.

WHIP!!!!!

The rod blazed a bright red strip across the young girl’s bottom

cheeks, low, where her upper legs swell into her bottom. Becky pulls

hard against her restaints, her curly blond pig-tails flying in to the

air with the smarting impact of the blow, her legs tensed and her bottom

cheeks compressing hard, and then bounding up.

I step forward again, my eyes glued to the bare trim rounded pallor

of Becky’s bottom cheeks, tensing and shifting, her hips contorting over

the top of the fat pillow cushion.

” Keep your chubby little backside quite still for it Becky….push

those hips back up over that pillow you young tramp…..”

………. WHIP

………………….. WHIP …………….. WHIP……….

I delivered three quick hard cuts right through the middle of Becky’s

young tender bottom flesh, the rod singing through the air, the impacts

sounding like pistol shots as they meet Becky’s churning white bottom

flesh.

……………. WHIP….

.another cut delivered with vicious accuracy across becky’s ass, aimed

low, and at an angle, stripping Becky low down across the top of her bound

legs, and letting the tip of the whippy-ended birch rod ride up, just

catching her across the puppy fat fuller cheekswell low down on her

bottom.

Becky was frantic, she let out a long low gasp of agony, then a series

of fast paced loud objections, her pretty blond head turning from side

to side

rapidly, her mane sweeping across the

polished oak table top, her knees trying to draw up and rubbing

against each other under the leather binding strap.

I tapped the rod on the top of her now quivering young bottom, enjoying

the sight of the angry red lines now starting to grow against the white

background of her plump bottom cheeks.

Becky was tensing and releasing her little bottom halves, squirming

across the top of the pillow booster in lewd and seductive fat assed

quivereings.

Her young bottom would drive out, hips raised and buck back as far as

the straps would allow, giving her a wanton and whorish look, like a

bride

inviting her lover to take her bottom in a fit of honeymoon passion.

” I’m going to break you this afternoon Becky, just like a young filly

is broke to the bridal….

……….. WHIP………. WHIP……..I gave her two hard brisk strokes

across the plump center of her shaking ass cheeks…..

“I’ll have obedience from you …… WHIP ………becky.”

.”…………bend tighter, I want a full bottomed

cheekswell……….WHIPWHIP………. you chubby bottomed little

tease………….”

… WHIP………. WHIP……two more stinging reminders, delivered down

low, across the fatter cheekswell of becky’s bottom lobes….

” we have all afternoon becky, no interruptions…” … WHIP!!!………..

WHIP!!!.

…….”.when I am finished with you…we’ll have an obedience

test…becky..”..

WHIP!!!………… WHIP!!!

Again and again I whipped her plump teenage backside , my mind lost

in a haze of erotic discipline. My cock was straining against the rough

fabric of my wool trousers, and my breathing was coming in large gulps,

sucking giant mouthfuls of air in to

my lungs as I let the rod fall across the middle of Becky’s girlish white

cheekswell.

“Better get use to this

Becky………..WHIPWHIPWHIP!!!!…………..use to slavegirl discipline”

“You’ll have master’s who enjoy whipping little tramps like you……”..

…….WHIPWHIPWHIPWHIP!! …..three hard whips on the back of becky’s

trim slender thighs….!

“slavegirl whippings and ……WHIP………….. slavegirl sex up that

tight little bottom of yours…..” WHIP……. WHIP……

I dropped the burchrod and pulled the chair back up behind Becyk’s

welted and contorting bottom cheeks. Becky, crying into her panty gag,

her small shoulders shaking a little with each sob.

She couldn’t keep her rear mounds from bounding up and down, trying to

climb over the top of the table, her legs tensing and her tiptoes pushing

hard in to the floor as the fire like stripes work their way deep intothe

plump flesh of her trim little 16 year old asscheeks..

I lean forward and run my hands over her chubby welted bottom lobes,

feeling the heat radiate from her stripped rear flesh. I lean in to her

ass, rubbing my cheeks against her soft bottom, feeling Becky flinching

at the slight touch of my face….feeling the warmth of her whipped bottom

cheeks.

I turn my head, and pursing my lips, I start place gentle, soft,

pouting, kiss-kisses, tracing across the burning welts, my lips enjoying

the warm red marks on her tender bottom flesh.and becky’s small jumps and

quiverings as my lips touched her tender rear flesh.

..”Ahhhhh, you mark beautifully becky…..”.

I push my chair back a little and look at the back of her sunkissed

thighs. The white surface marked with 8 or 10 narrow red lines where just

the end of the whippy birchrod had snapped across the back of her trim

bound legs.

I kissed her there, kissing slowly down the back of her thighs, slowly

down the right thigh, kissing and making gentle licking swipes with my

tongue along the narrow red lines, then more of my lips, mouthing her

trim tanned legs, down, all the way down until I reached the black leather

ties around her knees.

I start low and work my way back up Becky’s other leg, gently kissing

the soft

tender flesh, licking and making little sucking sounds as I taste her

suntanned skin, marked with the effects of the whip welts.

I return to becky’s warm bottom flesh, kissing her right cheek in small

little circles, kiss-kissing gentle little bumble bee buzz kisses in

tight little circle motions across her bottom cheeks, feeling her bottom

cheeks flinch with each soft burning kiss..

…then little…. nipping kisses, now, capturing her soft bottom flesh

for a mere instance between my teeth….now…sharp lover’s kisses,

snapping little nips using my teeth, up and down and across her warm

stripped ass flesh

…..running my tongue, held flat and soft and wet across the

wider expanses of her ass where it was swelled out the most, licking her

bottom flesh like an ice creme cone with broad flat tongue strokes…

.then kissing again, little circles of kisses…..my lips hard and

unyeilding…fast hard kisskissing on top of her bottom, rapidly covering

her …kisskissing cheek to cheek…my hand, running up between her bound

legs, feeling the satin smooth skin of her inner thighs,

kisskissing her bottom flesh, my hand finding her soft woman fold,

playing with her with my thumb, between her pussy lips…kissing her

bottom hard….bigger circle kisses…

I slowly start to expand the little circle, bigger and bigger circle

kisses, covering her tender rear flesh now with wet, full mouthed, big

lipped kisses,

licking my way across her bottom flesh, my lips wet across the soft

surface of her cheeks, tracing my tongue across her, leaving a trail of

my wet lust across her plump bottom.

I shift slightly, and unbutton my trousers. My cockhead snakes out of

the vent of my pants and rests lightly against becky’s trim lower thigh.

I lean forward and start kissing her left cheeks, feeling Becky flinch

at the softest poutpouts I was delivering. My other hand is now busy

rubbing small circular patterns over her warm, tender, right ass lobe,

I’m raking small handfuls of her ass flesh between my fingers and

squeezing a little, feeling the warm flesh well up betwen my splayed

fingers, contracting and releasing my hand in gentle squeezes,

squeezesqueeze

then kisskiss…squeezesqueeze ………kisskiss..

..then letting go of her bottom cheek and running the edge of my thumb

between her bottom halves, trailing my thumb down her bottom groove,

letting my thumb linger for a moment on top

of her anal bud, still kisskissing her other cheek…my mouth wet and my

lips big, soft….

feeling the damp warmness of her hidden valley, becky flinching as my

thumb edge touches her anus……

I start sucking little mouthfuls of her abuse left cheek’s ass flesh in

to my mouth, sucking her bottom flesh right up in to my mouth, holding it

and worrying it with my teeth,

her plump rear flesh…. between my teeth….. giving her captured

bottom flesh smarting nips that cause her to shake and buck over the

pillow roll..

I pull my head back and breathing hard, look at the double cheekswell of

young Becky Larson, the schoolgirl slave, her young ass welted and

streaked with the results of a slave girl whipping, wet and with little

red marks where my lips, my mouth had kissed her….

Young Becky Larson, flinching and swishing over top of the fat sofa

roll, ….her misfortune to possess such an exciting rear

view, destined to be trained as a pleasure girl, serving masters that

enjoy testing their whips across a sassy young girl’s bottomcheeks,

I lean forward again, fondling and fiddling with her ass, kissing and

sucking mouthfuls of her exciting warm, soft bottom flesh between my

lips, tasting her….murmuring to her to push her bottom up, to show me

an exciting big girl swell , push her hips back into me..

…….I’m nipping her along the fuller lower cheeks with my teeth,

capturing this puppy ffat skin and making small circles with the tip of my

tongue around the flesh held gently between my teeth,……..

now..

……..dropping my head down further, running the hard pointed tip of my

tongue along the crest right under her bottom cheeks, at the top of her

leg, where she swells and her leg

meets the overhang of her girlish ass..exploring the crease of her

overhang with my warm hard tongue.

I part Becky’s asscheeks and placed the littlest softest warm pouting

butterfly kisses all up and down along the inside of her rear cheeks, slow

fluttering kisses, one little kiss then stopping,

then an inch down and another light butterfly kiss just inside her

open bottom lobe….First inside one cheek, then turning my head and

a pouting little butterfly kisses on the inside of the other cheek..

……god, my head is spinning… I’m lost in a sea of white bottom

flesh……

..I start mounding her ass cheeks up in my clenched hands, squeezing the

cheeks in from the side as I continue to kiss her inside her fat bottom

lobes, then switching……… side to side….squeezing her bottom lobe

fat to my

face….then kisskiss , squeeze.. .kisskissing.. .plumping one lobe

then

the other, my head, my lips turning fast in time with me plumping her

ass

….kissing becky now all up and down inside both

lobes….kisskisssqueeze…..

…..plumping her bottom and kisskissing her …….

…… I rear my head up, turning my attention back to her full swelled

plump bottom, now taking giant mouthfuls of her plump rear cheekskin

in to my lips, sucking her bottom flesh in to my open wet mouth very

hard,

sucking as much of becky’s ass flesh between my open mouth as I can.

..hard.sucking….giant mouthfuls of her bottom cheeks,,,..

becky bucking her hips, trying to turn away from this lewd use of her

bottom………letting my open mouth and my soft lips travel across her

expanded ass cheeks…….

using my teeth to nibble across her swelled plump bottom orbs like I was

eating corn on the cob….nibbling straight across from one cheek to the

other in a straight line, capturing her rear cheekskin between my teeth

just

for an instance…nipnip…then right on across…nipnipping …..across

both twitching lobes…..then dropping down an inch and nibbling becky

back across the other way……turning my head sideways, and nipping up

and down becky’s young rear mounds…

…….now, my lips again soft and moist….traveled kissingly across

every wonderful inch of the her welted teenage bottom flesh, I’m musing

and nuzzling her across the plump womanly underswell of her rear mounds,

feeling them jiggle a little with her protests…..

I craned my neck a little as I fingered back the soft folds of her

femnine flesh and start kiss-kissing her puffy girlflesh gently…up and

down her pussy lips, now and then swiping my tongue between her pussy

lips, tasting becky, smelling her dampmness, until Becky is flinching

her legs, and I can hear small gasps escaping from her lips.

I spread her warm red bottom globes, holding them apart and blew a

little gentle breeze across her exposed rear flower.

Becky let out a muffled whinny at feeling the cool air circulate across

her exposed anus…………

I ignored her protest, holding her bottom cheeks hard apart, pushing my

lips in between her open bottom cheeeks, …….quite mad with lust now,

I pucker my lips full, wetting them with my tongue, and start placing

lickety-lick wet mouthed kisses on the top of her tender exposed anal bud.

” oh god becky…you ass”…..kisskissing……”did your boyfriend play

with you like this becky………” …..kisskissing, pouting wet

kisses……”…..did you let him play with your ass becky”……”.push

that bottom

out”

……kisskiss….”no shyness now……I bet alot of men have wanted you

like this..

….wanted to play with your bottom becky”….kISSKISSING……….”does

that shock.you..” kisskiss….”plump bottomed becky”… ..more ..warm wet

mouthing of her tight little bud…..kissing, gentle sucks…..and pouting

lipped kissing…… Becky is clenching her little white bottom cheeks,

her ass contractions pressing against the side of my face, now resting

between her cheeks, she

protests from behind her panty gag, humiliated, embarrassed, shocked a

man would hold her bottom cheeks open, putting wet soft kisses right on

top of her dark little vortex,

embarrassed at this use of her body, even after the whipping, still

objecting to this lewd assult

on her most private of spots.

Her legs jerk in suprise and I can feel her torso rear up as I swiped

the tip of my tongue across her tight anal flower.

“Push that bottom right out Becky……..kisskissing…… I murmer to

her……

..”.I want a big girl swell to those bottomcheeks”..

……….kiss….kisskiss….

…….” do it now becky” I panted, my breathing ragged…

.”or do you want “…..pout kissing…. . “want more”

……kisskisskiss………..

.. “of the birchrod….”

I leaned my face forward, parting Becky’s bottom cheeks further,

intruding as much of my face as I can between her parted rear lobes. I

was mad with desire, unable to contain my lust for this schoolgirl’s

bottom.

I let my lips poutpout again across her dark vortex, very tenderly and

slowly letting my warm wet wide open lips lay outlined around her dark

flower, my moist breath condensing on her bottom opening….and then ever

so slowly would bring my lips together… softly, warm, gentle caresses

with my lips …..then letting the tip of my tongue tickle her private

spot, softly closing my wet lips across

the top of her anus…. pouting gently kisses on her tight rear

dimple…my

tongue just touching her tender bud as my lips held soft and moist close

over

her.

my lips pursed and releasing….holding becky’s warm raised cheeks in the

palm of my hands while my lips and mouth map her…bunching her white

bottom flesh against the side of my face…compressing her in to my face

as i tickle her

anal opening with my tongue…my warm breath breezing across her bottom

opening…. …I started making my tongue pointy, and flicking her quickly

across her

anal flower……….then again pursing my lips and settling down for very

long soft wet intimate kissess.

I pull back and can see my cock, straining with lust, its head large and

angry, the stem solid and standing away from my trouser vent at a 45

degree angle.

I get up from my chair and look at Becky’s face, turned sideways, her

damp, tear filled eyes clear to me in the the mirror. She has a

questioning look, wondrering if that is all, has her master’s lust been

satisfied.

I smile.

“You didn’t think a little schoolgirl discipline would completely

satisfy me did you?”,

I laugh, drunk on desire, this young blond who I had secretly followed

down 5th avenue every night afterwork, timing her

comings and goings so I could be presnt as she paraded her little

schoolgirl ass under some too tight cotton shorts, young becky larson,

who I had walked behind in the shops at the farmner’s market, my hands

in my trouser pockets to keep my lust from other eyes. as I watched her

bottom cheeks shift and sway, in her thin denim jeans…..hoping to catch

her bending over some stall table, reaching across a table, her trim ass

cheeks pushed back…

no, my lust, my obsession with young Becky Larson would last for awhile,

would last for as long as she was allowed to remain at Cheluna

Mansion, until some master called for her and one night she would be

gone…..taken to who knows where……

” Oh, no Becky….I haven’t forgotten what you refused me this

morning…..”

Becky lets out a loud muffled protest, pleading with her eyes. She is

making small mewing sounds from behind the panty gag, trying to beg ,

trying to convey how much she doens’t want this……

I undo the top button on my trousers and let them drop to the floor, my

cock now standing straight and hard and angry….fully exposed to the

bound schoolgirl,,,,

I pull a small tube of lubricant from my coat pocket, and smear a light

sheen of the lubricant up and down my penis head, watching becky’s eyes

follow the movement of my hands across my fully erect cock in the

mirror reflection.

I coat the end of my finger and push them between becky’s parted

asscheeks, running my goo coated finger up and down between her clenching

warm chubby bottom halves.

Becky’s rear mounds clench hard as I find her anus and lightly traced

small soft circles all around the little ridges that lined her anal bud.

She gasped as I slowly insert my finger in to her bottom, first just

the tip, crossing her tight opening, then slowly making her take more and

more of my warm goo coated finger up her backside.

I start to slowly frigging her teenage backside with my finger, pushing

my

finger in slowly, feeling the tight anal ring expand over the thicker part

of my finger, then letting it slide back out, till just the tip was

inside her bottom. I’d gently push an inch of my coated finger in to her,

then let it slide back out, then two inches, and let it slide back

out….watching becky tense her legs, her white bottom cheeks swishing a

little from side to side, and her knees rubbing together….

I would slowly push my finger in her and gently turn and twist it…small

ahlf circles while fully up her backside….my finger worrying

her little tight ring, and then slowly start

working my finger in and out of her tensing bottom, pushing now till it

was all the way in, up

so snug and full in her backside…reliving night time fantasies for this

girl that had occupied me for months…..

I started to more quickly frig becky’s tight little bottom, pushing more

of my index finger into her anus, pumping my finger in and out in a slow

deliberate motion, working her little bottom ring with small twists as I

pushed in, then pulling out at a faster pace, feeling Becky jerk alittle

as I tuned my hand over, this way and that, twisting my finger in a

small rotation while I held it deeply enbedded in Becky’s bottom.

I could hear small urgent “ohhhhs and Ahhhhhs and nooos” coming from

this captured girl’s panty filled mouth, caught betwen the humiliation of

having her bottom so openly and unabashly played with…an object of

simple lust…..openly frigged with a man’s warm wet gooey finger, and

the arousal now starting to overtake her outrage. I pull my finger all the

way out, watching Becky’s opening go suddenly small.

I stand up and push my self forward, my erect cock laying in the

warmth of Becky bottom divide, letting the head of my penis loll in

between the globes of her ass, savoring the moment; knowing how tight its

going to be and revelling in the humiliation this young schoolgirl is

about to receive.

I start to slowly push the head of my penis past her small tight anal

ring,

holding my breath, the veins on my forhead showing with the starin of my

effort,

Becky’s muffled cries are becoming louder as the pressure builds and

the humiliation of her anal deflowering starts.

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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*****

The party wound down about one in the morning, leaving only about twenty
of us to sit around and talk. Ted usually made sure everyone left sober,
or with a sober driver, keeping car keys for people until the next morning.
Of the twenty people left, none of us had much to drink, but just enough to
make us feel happy and friendly. Ted brought out one of his party-games that
he invented, and started explaining the rules for the benifit of the new
faces. Simple rule really. Ted would read a card (Donna read his) and the
person designated would either do what the card said or lose an article of
clothing (Ted’s decision of ‘article’ was final). Everyone had waited for
this part of the party — “the games”.

We sat in a loose boy-girl-boy-girl fashion, but there seemed to be several
extra girls. Two of them sat to my right. Ted asked us to first introduce
ourselves to the group by first name, with a short statement of what our
favorite sex-act was. The blonde to my right was named Kelly, and her ‘act’
was tit-fucking (she had large breasts), and the redhead next to her was
Jennifer who said that her favorite act was giving head. My turn and I said
my favorite (truthfully) was also giving head (to girls) and getting too.
By the time we went around the room, most of the guys were showing bulges and
the gals I’m sure were getting wet.

Ted started with the far end of the circle, at the end of the couch. The
guy sitting there was asked to “pick a person of the opposite sex and do some-
thing to them you wouldn’t do in public”. Normally this game started with
guys being “shy” and picking their girlfriends and doing something like kiss-
ing a breast or mouthing their pussies through their clothes (no you couldn’t
undress them to do it!).

Several guys and gals were ‘unattached’ (me being one of them) and one guy
was brash enough when his turn came with ‘pick a person and remove an article
of clothing without using your hands’ to pick on Donna — the host’s wife!
Donna was a cheerful redhead who played the games with a lusty good humor.
The fellow unbuttoned Donna’s blouse with his lips, pulling it from her skirt
and dropping it on the sofa. Then it was my turn.

Somehow I always thought Ted cheated, giving the “good” cards to people
he knew, wanted to embarass or both. His opportunity came. The card said
‘With eyes closed turn 3 times and pick a person (of opposite sex) and kiss
them for at least one minute. Then identify the person after sitting down.
Eyes closed until seated’. Whew! Donna stood me in the middle of the room,
and turned me thrice. I began to point and I navigated by the room lights,
trying to pick out one of several girls I’d been eyeing. I made a choice.
She came up to me, and we kissed. Tenatively at first, then my tounge seemed
to be drawn into her mouth, her arms around my neck (my hands had to remain
at my sides said Ted; no clues that way). The longer we kissed the more we
rubbed our bodies together and the hotter our tounges got. Ted let us go
for a two minutes and almost had Donna throw cold water on us. When seated
I was asked to point to the gal. I looked right at her and winked, and she
was sure I knew (I did), but I pointed to a blonde across the room. Everyone
laughed and the redhead I’d kissed got to remove my shirt.

This went on, getting progressivly hotter and raunchier until most of us
were naked. Ted’s house rules declared garter-belts and stockings as non-
clothes (they kept them on because Ted found ‘em sexy) and the same went for
crotchless panties, men’s g-strings (they can’t hide a hard-on) and for
push-up bras with open nipples. One gal had her bra on since it just cupped
her tits underneath, and another had the garter-belt/stockings. The redhead
and blonde next to me were both down to panties and I was buff-naked. My
turn came just as Ted swapped decks, saying it was time for the “REALLY ADULT”
cards! (Thanks old buddy! Thanks a bunch!)

I was suprised when he read the card. Ted had a whole new deck of cards
(all were hand made anyhow), and some of these had some really ‘open’ actions
for the players. My card was; ‘Pick any player or players and do something
very arousing for the other players for five minutes. You can have 30 seconds
to discuss it once you choose your partners’. I looked at Ted and he judged
that I could pick up to two players to participate with me, beyond that it
would have to arouse the rest of the people there. The big breasted blonde
leaned over and whispered in my ear and I smiled at her. “I need one other
gal” I said, and the redhead’s volunteered like a shot. We huddled together,
Kelly bouncing over to ask Ted’s opinion about a rule (removing clothes –
it was ok now), and we made our plans.

Kelly knelt on the floor, close to the sofa, her head about a foot from
the knees of another nude blonde with a partially shaved pussy. Jennifer
came alongside and I knelt behind Kelly, hard and ready. Jennifer rubbed
Kelly’s ass, her head bending over to lick at my flagpole while she asked me
if I really wanted to fuck this blonde.
“Would you like to fuck her pussy nice and hard?” Jennifer asked.
“Yes” I said.
“Yes what?” Jennifer teased, her tounge barely touching my rod.
“I’d like to fuck her pussy, nice…and HARD.”
“Would you like to cum inside her?” Jennifer teased again, licking towards
my cock as I tried to reply.
“Yesss.. I’d like to cum deep inside her pussy.”
“I’m going to guide you into her…make you move with my hands…fuck her
with your body…your cock.” Jennifer said. Her voice was very even and she
sounded like she was describing cooking a meal or something equally dull.
Kelly sat there, Jennifer’s hands running around her ass, between her legs,
and over her back. Her big tits were hanging straight down, her ass arched
up to receive my cock if it ever got there. Looking around the room, several
very prominent hard-ons were in evidence, some with female hands around them.
Everywhere I looked, nipples were hard and erect, even in the warmth of the
room. Jennifer had moved Kelly’s panities aside, exposing a wet slit for my
cock. Almost no one could see that, but knew that Kelly still had her panties
on (and most were waiting for them to come off).
“Oooo. You’re sooo hard!” Jennifer said, stroking my cock with her fingers.
“I’ll bet you really want to fuck her good now!”
“Yessss. Really nice and hard!” I moaned back.
“Mmmmm.” Jennifer teased again. “Why don’t I put you against her pussy with
just her panties in the way?”
She pulled my cock forward, placing the head directly on Kelly’s bare slit,
holding me from pushing forward. She moved my cock up and down against the
girl’s slit, making us both moan.
“I bet if I let go, you’ll push right through her panties and fuck her hot
dripping pussy really hard won’t you?” Jennifer hissed. “Rip right through
her panties to fuck her wet, dripping cunt!”
“Ohhh GOD!” I moaned. “Let me fuck her!”
She let go dramatically, her hands raised by her shoulders as she said,
“YES. FUCK HER PUSSY! Slam into her!” and she pushed on my ass hard.
I slipped into Kelly’s wet cunt, sliding my cock easily all the way into
her wet hole. She gave a loud gasp when I pushed, and Jennifer’s showman-
ship continued.
“Ohhhh Jesus! Right through her fucking panties! Jesus you’re so hard!”
Buried to the hilt, I looked up at a sultry brunette, her fingers were
dancing on her clit while her boyfriend pinched her nipples. He was jacking
himself, eyes wide on us.
Jennifer’s hands pulled and pushed on my hips, making me pump in and out
of Kelly’s wet cunt. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Soon I needed
help and was slamming against the blonde’s ass in blind lust. Jennifer’s
words echoed in my brain.
“Ohhhh yeaah! Make her big tits bounce!” She hissed, “Make her cum with
that cock shoved up her cunt!”
I gazed around the room, seeing one gal sucking off her boyfriend, her
head turned to watch us. Ted had some brunette astride his lap, his hands
cupping her tits. Donna was getting her pussy licked by some guy, watching
us and tweaking her nips. My eyes found Jennifer, next to us. She was on
her knees, sitting back on her heels, one hand was fingering her pussy, the
other busily fondling her tits. Kelly was thrusting back at me hard and
fast, and I could feel her contract around my cock, her own orgasm starting.
I watched Jennifer as I fucked Kelly, slamming into her rough and hard.
Kelly began to come, moaning and holding back against me. I kept on pounding
her, raising up and grabbing her hips.
I looked up and saw that Donna’s eyes were closed, her orgasm arriving as
her partner kept tounging her. I felt my own boiling semen rising in my cock
and felt myself about to come. Almost everyone was involved in some sort of
carnal activity now, not just us. The brunette was approaching her orgasm,
still jacking her boyfriend. I pulled out of Kelly, and stood, turning to
Jennifer, her hand pumping her pussy, her eyes glazed over.
“Here baby…” I said, holding my cock to her, “You wanted me to cum!”
I put my cock against the side of her face, pointing down, and she moaned
as Kelly’s wetness made it slide against her cheek. She’d just stuck out
her tounge to lick at it when I started coming.
Hot, thick, white cum spurted onto her face, splashing against the side of
her tounge. I crouched lower, and spurted again, washing her chest and her
right tit with hot cum. She started licking at my cock, her hand jerking
against her own orange bush madly. The third or fourth spurt landed a thick
gob of cream on her left nipple, and her other hand quickly rubbed it over
her tit. I grabbed her head and guided her mouth to my cock, spurting three
more times into her mouth. She moaned loudly around the mouthful, her hand
moving sporadically against her cunt. When she finished, she released my
cock, and leaned back, spreading her legs in front of her.
Kelly had been getting herself off watching and now bent down to lick the
white drops of cum from Jennifer’s right tit. Jen and I looked around and
she saw a guy trying to jack off onto a gal’s small breasts while she sat
there letting another blonde lick her pussy. Jen smiled at them, and issued
some encouragement.
“Oooooo yeah! Shoot your jizz all over her!” She smiled. “It feels sooo
good when you cum on our tits!”
We watched as he unloaded about a gallon of sperm onto her tits, some of
it running down her stomach to be licked up by the blonde. The gal took
the guys cock and sucked him dry while rubbing his cream all over her tits.
Kelly saw Jennifer rubbing her clit while watching, so she took her turn.
“Lay back and spread your legs you horny slut!” She hissed at Jennifer.
Jennifer promptly laid back and Kelly bent the girl’s legs back, turning
her pussy straight up. I watched her eat redhead pussy, my cock returning
to hardness again.
Some gal behind me moaned, and I saw her begin fucked by her boyfriend
while a gal licked her tits, and she sucked another guy. She was trying to
make the guy come in her mouth without success, so I moved over to help her
get him off. I sat next to them on the floor and said loudly enough for all
of them to hear me “Ohhh yeah! Suck him off! You’d love to feel him cum in
your mouth wouldn’t you?”
“UmmmmmmHmmmm” was her reply.
“You want to taste his hot cum flooding your mouth…thick creamy cum in
your mouth…dripping down your chin…onto your tits…all over your face!”
“Urrrmmmmmm!”
“Ohhh suck his cock. He’s gonna cum right in your mouth! Watch you try
to swallow the gallon of hot jism…hear you drinking his cum!”
“Ohhhhh yeaaaahh!” The guy moaned, his hips shaking.
“Urggurglll” she moaned too as he shot his sperm into her mouth.
I watched her swallow most of his cum, some shining on her lips as he
pulled out and collapsed next to her. I turned my attention back to Kelly
and Jennifer, still on the floor.
I moved back and pulled Kelly from Jen’s pussy, kissing her long and hard,
tasting Jen’s cum on the blonde’s lips and tounge. Then I started to lick
Jen’s dripping cunt too. Her legs came down around me, and she started to
pleade with me.
“Nooo!” She moaned. “Don’t eat me…Fuck me! Get your cock in me!”
I moved up and positioned myself, her fair legs encircling my hips. Kelly
moved up and sat over Jen’s face. As I slid my cock into her sopping pussy,
I heard Jen moan.
“Yesss. Let me lick you too.” She said to Kelly.
As we slipped into our carnal world, Jen’s legs urged me faster and deeper
into her. Her hips rocked against me, twising and lifting, a motion I’d never
felt before. We fucked each other hard, her hands were pulling the blonde’s
bush against her face, her tounge and lips making wet noises. On and on,
deeper and harder, faster. Quickly I felt my come rising again, and knew
that I’d have to slow down or come. Jennifer didn’t let up. She wanted my
cock pounding her, fucking her. Kelly leaned forward and kissed me, and I
cupped her sweaty breasts, feeling them over. I whispered to her and she
grinned.
Kelly got off of Jen, pulling her up to her large tits. Jen’s head was
in her lap, almost like a baby’s, sucking the large nipples. I was still
slamming her cunt hard, and she was pulling on her own smaller nipples, making
them stretch her tits out. Suddenly I pulled out of her and moved quickly
up to Kelly’s tits. When Jen opened her eyes and saw me starting to spurt
onto Kelly’s big tits she went crazy. I came with Kelly leaning back just
a bit, spurting streams of sticky cum onto her tits, between them and then
finally on her face and lips. She sat there enjoying it, licking the sperm
from her lips. Jen sat up and cupped her hands under Kelly’s drooping tits,
catching the cum in small pools in her palms. She raised on hand to her own
tits, rubbing the cum over them. The other she licked off. Kelly grabbed
Jen’s head and pushed it between her tits, rubbing her face against those
massive breasts. After a moment, I pulled Jen’s face up, glistening with
my cum. Kelly grabbed her by the hair and kissed her hard, her tounge in
Jen’s mouth. For her part, Jen buried two fingers inside Kelly’s pussy,
keeping them both hot. I bent over and whispered to them.
“You two are such hot, foxy sluts!”
They both moaned and Jen broke the kiss to suck my cock for a second, then
she resumed their kiss. I moved behind her and with my semi-hard cock, I
resumed the interrupted fuck that she deserved.
I watched as three guys jacked off on a gal who had beautiful tits with
nipples that covered their ends, large and dark areolae. Two gals were on
either side of her, stroking her tits and her mound, edging the guys on to
make them all come. One gal was getting it from behind while she helped and
her tits bounced happily as she fucked her partner back. When the three
studs started to come, the other gal grabbed their cocks and aimed their
jism where ever it suited her. The first guy was aimed on the girl’s tits,
some of the cum landing on the girl aiming the cock. He was followed quickly
by the second, and she jerked him into the girl’s mouth, being sure not to
get it all on target, rubbing the cock over the girl’s lips. The girl with
large nipples was licking her lips when the third guy came. He had a monster
cock and the girl jacked him off into her own mouth, where she could only
get part of her mouth around him. The effect was cum pouring out of her
mouth as he shot off. She quickly pulled him down to the other girl’s face
and made him shoot the rest on both their faces while she kissed the big
nippled girl.
I hadn’t realized what watching that tableau had done until Jen cried out
and I then found that my cock was rubbing her cervix as I pounded her pussy.
I was so incredibly horny that I wanted to fuck her for hours, but she had
to say the one thing that makes me pop.
“Ohhh God…cum in me…cum in my cunt…Shoot your jism in my cunt!”
I felt it about to shoot, and so did she.
“YES! YES! BABY! CUM in meee! Cum in my cunnnnnttt!”
I exploded for the third and last time of the night, deep inside her hot
cunt. I could feel the wash of hot sperm flooding into her, just as she had
felt my cock engorge as I started to come. The three of us collapsed in a
heap together, tired and sweaty.
People were getting tired, resting up for the next go if the could, and I
watched the big nippled brunette walk over and sit down next to Kelly and
Jen. I lay behind Jennifer, my cock still inside her. The girl introduced
herself as Gayle.
“I loved what you guys did.” She said, then to Kelly, “And I love your
breasts! You’ve got such great tits!”
Kelly laughed and looked at Gayle’s sperm drenched nipples. “It seem some
guys like your tits a lot too!”
Gayle leaned over and kissed Kelly, running her hands over those large
breasts. She leaned down and sucked on a nipple. Kelly moaned. Jennifer
gave my cock a squeeze with her pussy, and leaned back, giving Gayle access
to Kelly’s pussy. The two of them, cum drenched and sweaty began again
to arouse themselves.
Jen and I watched for a while, then moved off to a corner together. It was
about 4 am when Jen and I dressed and left. We had breakfast together and
I took her home. We went in and went right to bed, and this time, we fell
asleep in each other’s arms.