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Flowering of bondage fantasies

Administrator — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 10:22:27 +0000

The flowering of our S&M fantasies has been one of the highlights of
our sex life for Kathy and me. We began by using the telephone. I would
call her at work and describe in vivid detail what I planned to do to her
sexually that night. To my delight, I discovered that this excited her
and she walked around at work all day with a wet pussy. Knowing this
turned me on.

Gradually I began to smack her ass during sexplay, as she sat on top of
me or as she lay on her stomach sucking my cock. I would be on my haunches
in front of her, and as she sucked me, I would raise myself up on my knees,
hover over her and bring my palm down on her ass. At frist they were
exploratory smacks: light, but hard enough to make the rounded flesh of
her ass jiggle. Soon, though, I was spanking her full-force, causing her
ass to turn crimson with the imprint of my palm, and her pussy to turn
juicy.

As the spankings increased in regularity, I was satisfied we were on
the right path to living out our fantasies. Then we devised something
we call the CRACK BELT. Under her skirt or jeans she wore a thin belt
around her waist with a strip of rope attached to the back of the belt,
running down between her cheeks, snuggled tightly between the lips of
her pussy, pressing on her clit and attached again at the front. The
constant pressure on her clitoris and the continual rubbing of it while
she walked kept her crack juicy.

The best part was watching her face when I knew she was coming in her
pants and no one around her realized it. I also went out of my way to
find long flights of stairs to walk up, because I knew thats when the
rope and belt would make her pussy the hottest. There were times when
I thought she was going to faint from the tremors of pleasure she was
experiencing in her cunt. We always fucked immmediately after taking
the Belt off, and she was so wet that I could sink my cock in to the
hilt without the slightest bit of trouble.

The Crack Belt got to be such a favorite for us that Kathy actually
began asking for it, the first time being the night of our one year
wedding anniversary. In celebration, we decided to go out for a nice
dinner. After Kathy showered and put on her makeup, she walked out of
the bedroom, naked, holding her Crack Belt. Softly, in a seductive little
voice, she asked me if I would’nt like fit her into the Crack Belt
myself.

I fastened the small belt around her waist and then knelt down behind
her to tie the cloth rope and pass it down the crack of her ass to be tied
in front of her navel. But this time I felt something different as I was
doing it: such important emotional tenderness on our anniversary. While
kneeling behind her, I planted a warm, wet kiss on each one of her buttocks
causing her to shivver.

All through dinner my excitement continued to mount. I found myself
touching her, running my hand ahainst her cheek, pressing my hand against
her hip and lightly on her thighs. Beneath her dress I could feel the
outline of the Crack Belt. The slow, sweet torture of anticipation
tingled in my loins, and I looked forward to quenching my sexual thirst.
Gazing at Kathy across the table, knowing her crack was wet from the
Belt, I saw in her eyes the saeme tense anticipation I was feeling. We
picked up our wine glasses and toasted out one year anniversary.

When dinner was over we went right home. As soon as we were inside
the apartment, I took her in my arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
I sucked on her soft, warm tongue as if it were giving me life and
unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. My cock
bulged and pressed against the front of my pants as I knelt in front
of her and undid the Crack Belt. I pushed her back onto the couch and
spread her thighs so that her soggy pussy presented itself like a target
to me.

My tongue darted between her slippery lips and pushed into her hole. I
tasted her sticky juices as I licked up the length of crack, stopping
at her clit. Her back arched violently and a loud moan of pleasure came from
her mouth as I sucked the fleshy button into my mouth and ran my tongue
across it. Already she was about to have an orgasm, and she gripped the back
of my head with both hands in preparation for it.

When it came, she pumped her pussy up and down on my face while still
holding onto my head. I continued to suck on her clit as she screamed with
pleasure. When the waves of her orgasm had subsided, I took my now
juice-covered face away from her pusssy and kissed her hard on the mouth so
she could taste her own come. She again held me by the head and, kitten-like,
licked my entire face clean of her juices.

I stood up and took my clothes off. My cock stood at rigid attention as I told her to suck it. Kneeling down, she took the whole of my cock in her
mouth and cupped my balls in her hands. Her head bobbed back and forth,
her lips sliding along the entire length of my cock, her hands gently
squeezing my balls. Her tongue ran along member, pressing and stroking,
toying with the tip. Sometimes she would pause with my cock head caught in
her lips and massage it wetly with her tongue. I felt as if I were about to
explode with excitement.

As the feeling grew in intensity, I gripped her head steady and began to
fuck her face, pumping my cock slowly but deliberately into her now
stationary mouth. I wanted desparately to shoot my load down her throat,
but I decided to wait. I had other things in mind, and I wanted to
mainatin my sexual energy for a grand finale.

Pulling my cock from Kathy’s mouth, I led her by the hand into the bedroom
with my hard cock pointing the way. I watched while she put on black, net
stockings with a black garter belt, elbow-length black lace gloves and
a wide-brim, blue straw hat with a black band around it.

With my girl dressed this way, I could hardly contain my desire for
her. Taking her own hairbrush from her dresser, I ordered her to
face the full-length mirror we have hanging on the back of the bedroom
door. She braced herself by putting her gloved hands on the upper
corners of the mirror and then spread her long, stockinged legs. As
she stood with her eyes glued to her own reflection, I positioned
myself behind and to one side of her and gently ran my hand across
the smooth skin of her bare ass.

“Beg me to spank you, Kathy,” I ordered.

In a meek voice, barely more than an excited whisper, Kathy said,
“Oh, please spank me.” And as she stood there spread-eagled against
the mirror, I began to spank her ass with the hair brush.

As the power of the blows became stronger, her ass got redder and the slap
of the wood smacking hard against her skin seemed to reverberate through
the bedroom. Although standing stationary, she began lifting first one foot,
and then the other as if she were doing a slow dance. Her head arched
back as she continued her dance and I continued the spanking. With Kathy
standing there in front of me dressed like something from a French
whorehouse and with a flaming red ass, I felt as though no man could
have it any better. I loved this woman, and I loved the sense of power
over her that spanking her gave me. This was a gift from Kathy.

I ordered her to come away from the mirror and bend over. As she
gripped the arms of an easy chair for support, I told her to spread her
legs as far as possible and to lift her ass in the air. Lowering her head
into the cushion, she did as she was told.

Kneeling behind her, I now had her plump, meaty pussy lips staring me
directly in the face. I hope I never lose my fascination with the sight
of a woman’s cunt exposed this way and waiting for it to be administered
to. Pushing her ass up in the air as far as I could go with one hand, I
began to spank her again.

Moans of pleasure pain escaped Kathy’s lips as her ass began to sway back
and forth. My excitement was rising quickly. With each new smack my cock
pulsed with the desire to fuck her until she screamed for mercy.
Finally, I could wait no more. With one last perfectly aimed stroke of
my hand, I elicted a loud moan from her.

Now standing squarely behind her, I placed on hand on her waist for support
and with the other hand guided my bone-hard cock into her hot, sticky ass.
Upon contact with the stretchy grasp of her hole, I gasped in relief for I
knew the huge amount of come I had been holding back would soon spill
out of my cock. And it did. I would have liked to fuck her longer, but
the tight walls of her asshole wraped around my cock like a slippery,
gripping hand and brought me to a violent climax. I threw back my head
and rammed my cock as far and as hard into her as I could. And as I
came with primal grunts signally the pumping of load after load of
my come into her ass, Kathy came also, throwing her head back and squealing
with joy.

Memory Of The Woman

Administrator — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 17:50:58 +0000

The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I walked from the
parking lot to the post office. The warmth of the sun perfectly
counteracted the chill in the air. This was what the weather in
heaven was like, if there was any weather there. Or if there was
a heaven. I passed a couple of LaRouche supporters, trying to
spread their version of reality to a mother with one arm full of
infant and another full of at least three weeks of mail. I
reached for the door, considering the injustice of life. As I
opened it to enter the lobby, a vaguely familiar woman walked out.
“Thank you,” she said as she passed through the door I was
holding open. I turned to watch as she headed toward the parking
lot. She moved with an assured stride and just enough wiggle to
be interesting. I almost collided with another postal patron when
I turned to walk into the lobby. “Excuse me,” I said, “it’s
Monday.” As if that excused my inattentive behavior. Actually,
my mind was racing, trying to find that bit of memory that the
woman had stirred.
Karen. Karen Buckley. Holy shit. I hadn’t seen her in 15
or 16 years. The litle screen in my head flashed a picture of
smallish breasts with seemingly enormous nipples. Nipples that
seemed to stiffen if someone even looked at them. The first
nipples I ever saw in person. The first nipples, well, the second
nipples I had ever wrapped my lips around. And a smile that would
melt tungsten steel, set in quite a pretty face. Some of my
friends had said her nose was a little large for the rest of her
features. I thought it gave her some exotic character.
Karen and I had been classmates, and friends, in high school.
We studied together, trying to get through chemistry. We were
just friends and study partners, although when Karen told me about
some of the sexual adventures of her friends, I admit that I found
myself, in my virginal state, wondering about what it would be
like to repeat some of those things with Karen. Then one evening
we went to a park to study. And we did. For a couple of
hours, anyway. Talk of co-valent bonding gave way to adolescent
curiousity about what felt good. Kissing and hugging lead to
fondling and nibbling.
Before things went much farther, though, the sun had gone
down and I had to get Karen back home. It was a school night, and
her parents were kind of strict about being out late. But I had
seen, felt and tasted the first non-motherly nipples of my budding
sexual life and knew that if I died on the way home, it was okay.
I had sucked tit!
But as things often go in high school, our relationship
fizzled out, without another little liaison. We remained friends,
even after graduation, but there always seemed to be a sexual
tension just beneath the surface of our friendship.
“Sir, you can’t mail these unless I weigh them first.”
“Oh, sorry. I was, ah, daydreaming. These need to go
first class and this one goes library rate…” I conducted my
postal business, checked my P.O. box and headed out for the parking
lot. I was still thinking about Karen and how I would have been
quite happy to ball her during college, although my girlfriend at
the time wouldn’t have been too keen on the idea. But I had my
fantasies.
The LaRouchers had given up on the mother and were now trying
to deal with a staunch believer of something else, who was waving
his arms around, occasionally pointing his finger at the pair.
Maybe there is some justice.
As I walked down the row of vehicles to my mini-van, I
noticed one of the cars had its hood up. I hated car trouble, so
I walked over to offer any assistance I could give. Karen’s
pretty face turned to me as I walked up. “Do you know anything
about cars?” she asked.
“Not really, Karen, but I know a good mechanic,” I answered,
trying to suppress a smile of smugness.
She looked at me, squinted a little, then broke into a smile.
“Jurgen! My god. I haven’t seen you in…”
“Sixteen years. You look great,” I said as she threw her
arms around my neck and planted a quick kiss on my lips. She
stepped back before I had a chance to react.
“I didn’t recognize you with the beard and short hair,” she
laughed. She looked down at my body and added, “And you’re in
much better shape. Much better.”
“Thanks. I guess I’ve read so much about how getting healthy
keeps you young that I’ve started to believe it.” I caught her
looking down at my left hand. Which gave me the idea to check out
hers. It didn’t look like a wedding band, but I couldn’t be sure.
“I know what you mean. Aerobics three times a week and a
little weight lifting at home. When I have time,” she added.
We smiled at each other, not quite knowing what to say. Not
that it was awkward. More a matter of deciding where to take the
conversation. I decided.
“So, what seems to be the matter with this fine example of
Detroit workmanship?” I asked, although it wasn’t the question I
really wanted answered.
“I think it’s the battery. It tried to catch, but now it’ll
barely turn over.” She got behind the wheel to demonstrate. The
starter motor gave a feeble growl and then nothing. Dead battery.
But I had a pair of jumper cables in the mini-van. Karen got back
out of the car.
“Yeah, it’s the battery,” I said. “But I can jump you.”
“Let’s get my car started first,” was her instant reply. I
knew I must have blushed, but Karen just smiled at me with a look
that said it was my move now.
“You always were the one for practicality,” I said with a
wink. I wasn’t sure she was serious, but parts of me certainly
were voting that way.
I got my van and positioned it so the cables would reach.
With my battery umbilicalled to hers, the little car started right
up. I got out and went over to her window.
“Let it run a while to charge back up,” I suggested.
“Won’t do any good. This is the third time in two days I’ve
had to have it jumpstarted. I think I need a whole new battery.
And I don’t really have the time to get one today. Damn.”
I didn’t have anything to do the rest of the day, and
chaffeuring Karen around didn’t sound like a bad idea at all. So
I told her I’d be glad to follow her to wherever she wanted to get
her battery. She looked at me with little or no comprehension on
her face. “You can drop your car off, and I can drive you around,
if that’ll help.”
A slow smile formed on her mouth. She ran her tongue across
her upper lip and nodded. “Yes, that’ll help a lot.”
So off we went, dropping her car off at my mechanic, with
instructions to replace the battery. He said it might be tomorrow
before he could get to it. Karen looked at me, I nodded and she
said okay. I asked her where next and she directed me to one of
the local malls. “I’ve got to pick up a suit that’s being
altered, then shop for some accessories. I hope you don’t mind
waiting around in women’s clothing stores.”
I told her that actually, I enjoyed it. “It’s a holdover
from my marriage. My ex-wife insisted that I accompany her on
every shopping trip, although she never listened to my advice
about what I liked or thought looked good on her. So I made a
game out of it, mentally undressing women and redressing them in
outfits on display.”
As we drove along, I looked at Karen out of the corner of my
eye. Her skirt was just above her knees and what I could see was
very nice. She wore a matching jacket over a white blouse with
some kind of feminine version of a necktie. She looked like a
businesswoman, and an attractive one.
Our first stop was one of those fancy stores with three names
and saleswomen who tried to look like high fashion models, but in
size 12. Karen picked up her suit, glanced at some blouses and
headed out into the mall.
“I barely had time to get that woman back into something
decent,” I said. Karen laughed. She sounded good. It was a
throaty kind of laugh. A sultry laugh.
We stopped in a couple other stores, but Karen didn’t see
anything that appealed to her. I had, but she was working and
besides, she was too young for me anyway. The mall was full of
teenagers. Evidently school had been called off for the day. As
we walked along, I found myself staring at a girl wearing a denim
skirt that was so short, the bottom of her ass was hanging out.
And her ass was quite bare.
That was why I missed it when Karen turned into a shop.
After a momentary bit of confusion, I spotted her walking through
the displays of lingerie. She picked up a couple outfits, went to
the fitting room and disappeared. The saleswomen in this shop
were not trying to be high fashion models in size 12. They were
lingerie models in size 5. One, a brunette in a slit skirt and
plunging sweater, was helping a woman in her 40s pick out a
nightie of some kind. The other was a redhead, coming in my
direction. She was wearing a silkie button-front dress, and not
many of the buttons were fastened. As she walked, the tops of her
stockings peeked out between the button-front. And her breasts,
that seemed to have lives of their own, jiggled with every step.
“Can I show you anything?” she asked.
I blushed again, tried not to stare down the front of her
dress and stammered, “Uh, no, I’m with the woman in the dressing
room.” She said to let her know if there was anything she could
do for me and walked away. The back view was as tasty as the
front one had been. The stockings were seamed and her ass was
delightfully shaped. I could feel the stirrings of lust in my
loins.
I managed to compose myself just as Karen stepped out of the
dressing room. The stirrings became rampant. Karen was wearing a
deep wine colored corselet, with matching panties and garter. Her
breasts had grown considerably, but still retained their mouth-
watering appeal. And her nipples were pushing through the sheer
material like grapes under a napkin. Her attention to fitness had
formed her body into a work of art. An erotic work of art. Silk
stockings attached to her garters, accenting legs that seemed to
reach up to her neck.
“Well, how does it look?” she asked, smiling.
“Delicious,” came my whispered reply.
“How about the back view?” she asked, turning. “Better than
the naked ass of a 14 year old?”
“Infinitely so.” I was developing a snugness in my trousers
that was going to be obvious to any and everyone in a matter of
moments. “God damn,” I said under my breath, “you’re georgous.”
Karen turned back to me with a smile, glanced down at my
crotch and said, “I’ll be out in a minute.” I wandered to the
front of the shop, hands in pockets, trying to hide my erection.
The 40ish lady buying the nightie walked past, glanced down and
smiled. “Nothing to be ashamed of,” she said. “I’d be flattered
if it was for me.”
I was looking out into the mall, when I felt a touch at my
elbow. “I think I’m ready to head home now,” Karen said in a
husky tone. “Can you appear in public yet?” I just smiled.
We walked through the mall and into the parking lot. We
located my van and headed out. The skirt Karen had been wearing
seemed to have gotten shorter, as her incredible legs stretched
out in front of her. She turned a little in the seat and the tops
of her stockings showed a little. It suddenly hit me that she was
wearing the outfit she had shown me. I got rock hard very fast.

Chapter 2

Karen lived in an older section of town that had the garages
around back, accessed by an alley. I pulled in and stopped the
van. Karen didn’t wait for me to open her door, but stopped by
the side of the van. “Well,” she said, “I suppose we should call
to see if my car’s done yet.” I agreed and we walked to the back
door of the house. It was a rather large house, and I wondered if
she lived here alone.
“Looks like you have a lot of space,” I said as she opened
the door and went in. I followed her, shutting the door behind
me. She draped her suit over the back of a chair and turned to
face me. Her hand cupped the end of my erection, and started
gently rubbing it.
“Looks like you have a lot of cock,” she whispered as she
tipped her head up to kiss me. Our open mouths met and her tongue
snaked out. A soft moan escaped from my throat as her hand worked
my cock. I reached down to cup the cheeks of her ass, working the
hem of her skirt up. She moaned when my hands met bare flesh.
She was wearing the same outfit, but without the panties. I slid
a finger into the crack of her ass and probed downward. She
shifted to allow my finger fuller access. Her hands deftly
unzipped my fly and drew my prick out into the open air. She
pumped it with one hand and reached in to squeeze my nuts with the
other. I broke the kiss and cried out, “Oh god, you’re going to
make me come!”
She leaned back, undid my belt and unsnapped my jeans. My
pants fell to the floor, pooled around my ankles. “Well,” she
said softly, “that’s the whole idea.” She held my throbbing prick
with her right hand, tight against the base. A drop of clear
fluid glistened at the tip. Karen squatted down until her face
was even with my dick. She looked up into my eyes and slowly slid
out her tongue. Ever so softly, she licked the drop from my tip.
She smiled, then engulfed me in her hot mouth.
She moved her head forward until her lips brushed my pubic
hair. I could feel her tongue swirling around my cock as she
pumped her head back and forth, fucking me with her mouth. Her
hands grabbed my ass, her nails digging into the flesh. I reached
my hands back to the wall behind me, jutting my hips forward. The
wet sounds of her sucking mouth filled my brain. I could feel the
orgasm building, my sack tightening. I cried out as it hit,
spewing jet after jet of hot cum into Karen’s greedy mouth. I
fell back against the wall, weak from the intense spasms. She
kept sucking me in and out, the sensation almost unbearable on my
sensitive cockhead.
Finally, Karen let my softening penis fall from her lips and
stood up. “I’ve thought about doing that for a long time,” she
said.
“That was incredible, babe. I felt like I was shooting my
whole soul out the end of my cock.” I pushed off the wall and
took Karen in my arms. I kissed her tenderly on her red, swollen
lips. Her tongue darted out, licking my lips, and our mouths
mashed together in a soft, wide open kiss.
I pushed her jacket back over her shoulders and she shrugged
it off. I threw it onto the kitchen table and started unbuttoning
her blouse, while she worked at unbuttoning my shirt. We let the
shirts drop to the floor as we ran our hands over one another,
still locked in a wet kiss. Her skirt dropped to the floor beside
the shirts. She ended up with her arms around my neck, while I
was kneading her muscular ass with both hands. She wrapped her
legs around my hips as I lifted her off the kitchen floor. I
stepped out of my pants and carried her to the counter.
Setting her on the edge, I said, “Now it’s your turn,” and
squatted down between her open legs. I started licking her thighs
where the stockings ended and worked my way up to her crotch. Her
labia were swollen, red and very wet. I teasingly ran my tongue
around her pussy, avoiding her clit and lips. She put her feet
behind my shoulders and pulled me closer. I looked up at her
face, seeing her eyes closed and lips parted, her tongue at the
corner of her mouth.
I turned my attention back to her soaked pubis and gently
blew on her clit. It seemed to swell as I watched, growing longer
and thicker. I lightly closed my lips around it, then sucked it
into my mouth. Karen gasped. Keeping up the suction, I vibrated
it with my tongue, causing her hips to tremble. Releasing her
clit, which was now about the size of pencil eraser, I plunged my
tongue as deep into her as I could. My upper lip was mashed
against her hard little button as I sucked and slurped her pussy.
Her fingers ran through my hair, pulling my head tight against
her. I pulled my tongue out and moved back to her clit, sucking
and licking it. I sucked it in and gently bit down on it, rolling
it between my teeth. She cried out and her hips spasmed again and
again. She got even wetter as she had orgasm after orgasm. I
kept working her clit with my lips, tongue and teeth until her
spasms subsided. She was moaning, and still circling her hips
when I stood up and took her head in my hands.
“And I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, too,” I told
her. I kissed her mouth hard, then stepped back. “God, you’re
really something.” Glancing down at my still erect penis, I said,
“I haven’t been this horny since college.”
“Well, I wanted you to fuck me then, so I’m glad to see I
didn’t really miss out,” Karen said. “Now come over here and put
that big dick in my hot little cunt.”

Chapter 3

Karen slid her ass over to the corner of the kitchen counter,
placing one foot on each side, spreading herself out at a ninety
degree angle. Her pussy gaped open, the juices glistening. I
stood in front of her, aiming my cock at that delctable hole. She
reached down, gripping me, and ran the purplish head up and down
her dripping box. Then she centered me right on target and said,
“Push it in. Hard!”
I thrust my cock into her pussy as fast as I could, slapping
our bodies tightly together. I paused and ground my hips against
hers, feeling the end of my dick rubbing her cervix. I slowly
withdrew, until just the head was still inside her, then slammed
it back in to the hilt. I repeated that for a while, until Karen
was meeting my thrusts. Then we just started to fuck. In and
out. Fast. Slow. Hard. Soft. Whatever felt good. She put her
feet behind my hips and helped vary our speed and intensity. I
put my hands on her tits and pinched her nipples. They were huge
and hard. When I pinched them, her hips shook and her pussy
tightened on my cock. We stared into each others eyes,
intensifying the lust our bodies felt. Her breath started to come
in short pants and I sensed her orgasm building. I was on the
edge, holding off until she started hers. Suddenly, she started
crying out. The muscles in her cunt started milking my cock and I
let go. Spurts of cum shot into her as we hit climax together.
Our bodies shook and she fell back against the cupboards. I
leaned onto the counter, my knees weak. We kissed. More gently
now that we had temporarily sated our sexual hunger. After a
moment of recovery, we held each other and softly kissed. From
the dining room door came a quiet cough.
“If you two are through working up an appetite, I’ll be happy
to fix some dinner.” An oriental woman, her long black hair
hanging shiny and straight, stood in the doorway, smiling. Karen
said, “Jurgen, I’d like you to meet my wife, Tse.”

Cuckold Fantasy Story

Administrator — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 10:59:14 +0000

It was a hard relationship to describe. They had a lot in
common – both were professionals working full time, both married,
both having two children. But much of the similarities ended
there, one was female, and a delightful one at that, but more on
this later, the other male. Although they worked together they
lived far apart. Since neither one could bear to hurt another
their “romance” was not the textbook-type. Sandy and Jim sort of
recognized that their lives were previously taken, but they still
had a deep attraction and affection for each other. They enjoyed
being together, whenever they could manage it, for the office
wags would have a field day if their “relationship”, no matter
how chaste, became public knowledge.

For a long time now Jim had been “romancing” Sandy with
notes of undying affection and love and Sandy had been receiving
the verbal love and affection with welcome arms. Once or twice a
week they would meet for lunch at a public park and discuss life
and love and beauty. When the weather was bad they might even be
alone in a park and enjoy a special closeness. But, alas, an
unwritten code prevented more than an occasional deep and warm
hug and lots of hand-holding! They would have been more at home
in the Victorian era.

But enough history. I think the reader is, by now, well
aware of our “lovers” plight. Certainly they were not of this
quick-to-bed age. There was a certain admirable beauty shared by
Sandy and Jim. Whether outsiders saw it or not was irrelevant,
they saw it and felt it. Which brings us to “The Birthday
Present.” Jim had been planning a special birthday for Sandy for
some time. His sole goal was, surprisingly hard for modern-day
readers to believe, was not seduction, but a celebration of JOY.
Ah, JOY! JOY, a feeling generally lost on us, Moderns, and
totally without relevance unless shared. This was to be a true
celebration of JOY and LOVE. Jim’s sentimentality was so at the
forefront that he even “engraved” a special invitation, complete
with appropriate scroll-work, to Sandy:

The undersigned cordially (and with obvious relish) invites

Sandy

an extremely delightful and luscious person

to a personal and intimate
demonstration of

TRUE and DEVOTED LOVE

as expressed through a
sensitive and feeling
full-body massage

on the Twenty-First Day of the Ninth Month
of the Year Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Nine

suitably signed with passionate love by Jim.

Sandy, never one to avoid the daring being a women irresistibly
drawn to masculine images, activities and excitement, initially
balked. Interestingly enough her resistance came not so much
from the suggestion, but from the ludicrousness of it, “Come on,
how can this be accomplished in the park at noon? And I am not
interested in getting poison ivy in the woods.” But her
resistance changed from one of unbelieving to one of simple
objection when Jim said, “I have arranged for us to share a motel
room for the afternoon. I promise no hanky-panky. This is not a
seduction, it is a genuine attempt to give you a nice birthday
present. I am not joking. I am serious.”

Well, the discussion was heated for several days. Sandy had
strong fears and distrust of Jim and his motives. The casual
outsider would only have chuckled at this appearance of a joke,
the eternal male seduction “line.” “I just want to show you my
etchings.” or “I just want to let you explore my spider web.”

What ever it was, convincing persuasion, a genuine daring or
resignation from the effort to change Jim’s mind. More than once
Jim had offered to withdraw the “proposition” only to have the
subject come up again. It is not clear what was the final straw,
but Sandy extracted the two-thousandth promise, and agreed.

But then at the last moment Sandy realized that it was
payday and she could not afford to be gone half a day. The big
day was delayed until Friday.

Friday turned out to be a delightful day. The sun shown out
of a azure sky upon the green hills of the land. The temperature
was just right. Jim expressed concern that the beauty of the day
would be “wasted” inside, but it was agreed that there would be
more nice days. The trip past the check-in desk and the lobby
was taken with uncomfortable feelings of guilt. This feeling by
both was thick enough to cut. But the small briefcase sufficed
to allay inordinate suspicions. All went well until they got to
the room. The age old shakes kept Jim from immediately getting
the damned door open. Motel doors were the same everywhere.

Once in the room they hugged in a warm embrace free from the
fear of prying eyes. That alone made the excursion well worth
the effort. They stood there for the “brief” moment that lovers
share, a brief moment extending close to ten minutes. Neither
one wanted to break the spell. Their nearness could not be
replaced with all the private and emotional notes they exchanged.

They sat down on the bed and held hands gazing into each
other’s eyes. Jim gentle began caressing Sandy’s delicate hands
and fingers. Then they began to discuss what was to happen.
Jim, who claimed to have “everything thought out,” was torn
between chucking his “plan” and keeping his promise. A gentle,
caring look from Sandy kept him in line.

Jim got the body lotion bottle from his brief case so Sandy
could choose which she preferred. He let her pick saying, “The
delicious scent of your body will override all else, who needs
this stuff.” He then went to the bathroom to get some towels.
The bed spread was taken down and several towels were laid out.
Jim then said that it was necessary that Sandy remove her
clothing and cover up with the towels. He said, “You may leave
your underwear on, Lovely Sandy. I promised a full-body massage,
but it won’t quite be “full-body”, I couldn’t keep my promise if
it was and you know it. Anyway, cover up with the towels and
I’ll turn up the heat in the room. I won’t need that, but you
may.” Sandy replied, “I don’t think I will need it either, so
don’t turn it up.” (She was avoiding the clothes issue.) “Can’t
we just do the massaging like we have in the past?” [They both
had a keen interest in the art of massage. Jim had a couple of
good books on massage, finger-pressure and Shiatsu. He even
shared one on sensual massage with Sandy. Their experiences into
massage began with foot massage one noon when Sandy complained of
il-fitting shoes and sore feet. Jim extended it to hand and
finger massage and once even experimented with back massage, when
he sneaked his first and only kiss from Sandy, a chaste, but
delicious peck on the back of Sandy's lovely white neck. They
both had enjoyed the physical contact immensely. But it had
always been of the non-sexual kind, although Jim reveled in the
sensuality of it. He is the one who invented this birthday
present, after all.]

After a lengthy discussion, Jim persuaded Sandy that his
intentions were indeed honorable and it could only be done this
way. [Although I will not go into this discussion, because it is
so improbable as to be unlikely, besides if Jim hadn't "won" the
debate there wouldn't be a story to tell!] Jim left the room to
give Sandy privacy. He left word for her to let him know. Talk
about long moments! This was absurd. But after what seemed like
hours, Sandy whispered that she was ready.

Jim reentered the room to find Sandy stretched out full
length on her stomach covered with a bath towel covering her from
shoulders to knees. Even from the back Jim marveled at her
loveliness. “Sandy you are the most beautiful person I have ever
seen, with or without clothes. Your trust in me only makes me
love you even more. God practiced for thousands of years to
perfect His art to produce you. He did good! And I am so glad
He didn’t waste all of His talents on the outside, for your inner
beauty far exceeds what the imperfect eye can see. I love you,
Sandy, and I will love you with all of my heart and I love you
with all of my mind and I love you with all of my spirit and I
will love you always, Sandy. There has been none like you. You
are Perfection, exquisite Perfection, Sandy. I kneel down and
worship this shrine, Sandy.”

He liberally drenched his hands in lotion he had warmed up
in his pocket and applied it generously to her legs and arms with
gentle caring hands. A gasp of pleasure escaped Sandy’s lips.
She lifter her head and gazed at Jim and heart-feltly said,
“Thank you, Jim, you gentleness and compassion is so appreciated.
Thank you for talking me into this and thank you for the lovely
birthday present.” “But it hasn’t even begun, Sandy. No more
words from you. You must lie there and relax and release your
cares to my hands. I will be gentle. I will be caring. I will
be true to my words, Sandy. My love for you would allow nothing
else.”

Beginning at her toes Jim gentle rubbed in the oil and
kneaded the aches and cares away. He massaged towards her ankles
to restore the blood flow in her toes. Each toe in turn got the
same treatment and he lusciously paused and stroked between each
one. He fleeting kissed each one as he progressed. Completing
her toes he began to work on her feet. Jim knew that the
Achilles tendon was supposed to have a genitals-connection so his
stroking steadily lead to that area after he had explored the
rest of her lovely and delicate foot.

His slow and steady sensual touch gradually lead to her
ankle and upwards to her expressively beautiful calf. A slight
tremor from Sandy cautioned Jim from proceeding further, but his
hands did not stray from their amorous and pleasant task. Gently
they followed the contours of her fine calf from her ankle to her
lovely knee. The elegance of her limbs had always amazed and
charmed Jim, but until now he had not known the real passion
associated with flirting with such exquisitely turned ivory. The
smoothness beneath his touch was awe-inspiring and sent tremors
of his own up and down his spine. “Hold on, Jim, this delicate
journey has just begun,” he said to himself.

Jim quietly shifted his attentions from Sandy’s lovely legs
to her exquisitely sensuous hands resting so close. He began,
like with her finely turned feet, with a gentle upwards massaging
of her fingers. They were delicately formed and only slightly
roughened by hard work suiting her demeanor. Sandy took very
good care of herself and it showed for all to see. Her elegant
beauty was flawless. Sandy was striking. No other words would
do her rare beauty justice. She was magnificent.

Jim smeared more oil to pave the way for his ever-exploring
hands. Delicately her followed the fingers around, one by one,
pausing at the base of each to implant a kiss of love. His
tongue would flick out to gentle caress the soft membrane of skin
between each. The he would continue his kneading on the palms.
He strived to rub out the cares and anguishes of the hardness of
life with more ointment. His heart was in it. The care he felt
flowed more freely than the oil.

Jim was sure that Sandy had been over come with sleep by
this time. Not a sound was heard, except her deep, even
breathing. Her exquisitely lovely face carried a truly joyous
smile into her dreams. Trust, and maybe love, had found an
outlet.

No matter how deep the sleep, Jim’s labor-of-love was not
consummated. His hands continued their explore. But it was
clear that they were no longer under Jim’s control as they
lusciously travelled the full range of her exquisitely chiseled
arm.

At Sandy’s shoulder they paused. Slowly and determinedly
they slid the towel a little lower so her exquisitely graceful
shoulder was exposed. Gently he traced each contour from her
shoulders to her Kama neck. His warm hands gentle pressured the
deep muscles on her back, rubbing them toward her neck to further
the circulation. When the massage regained her neck it acted
like an aphrodisiac, the sleeping giant in Sandy awoke. A groan
of passion passed. Jim paused. She was quiet again.

Slowly Jim began again, this time progressing up Sandy’s
neck. He parted her beautiful and delicately soft tresses,
pausing to give, with love, another heart-kiss, his second in
forever. Continuing, he found her ear and traced it around and
around, swirling into oblivion. With an oh-so gentle touch, he
persisted in his quest and touched her face of pure beauty. Her
delicately formed cheeks and nose were traced with great care.
He linger under her nose and followed her lovely, full lips, so
ripe with passion and desire, now parted, as if in greeting him.
As his fingers passed they closed to a rosebud to exchange a kiss
of love and opened to reveal a moist tongue hungering for a new
sensation. The fingers, not what it was looking for, sufficed
for the moment. With regret Jim left the luscious lips like
orgasmic-blood swollen Mons of Venus and renewed his quest. His
fingers, with sincere caring and passion traced the slight,
sight, not angry, scar on her cheek fervently wishing to erase
the one blemish to her perfection, but it had become an integral
part of her mysterious beauty. Renewing his travels Jim reached
her eyes of deep-sea azure sunshine, now glistening with tears.
A drop was rushed away by gravity. Jim bent to erase the
remainder with his lips, and his own hot tears mixed passionately
with her’s. Not a word was said. The exchange of an
immeasurably deep gaze, love from one intertwining with a heart-
felt thanks from the other, stemmed the flow. The eyes, ever
capable of giving of love more than receiving love, closed to
allow his delicate touch to pass over.

Jim’s trembling hands extended up Sandy’s forehead and wound
in amongst her soft brown locks, threading their way down, down
to her shoulders and beyond. Ardently they searched beneath the
towel to find her back and relieve the tense knots settled there.
He anointed his hands and applied with ecstatic glee, pressure.
Discreetly her eased down the towel to waste level to reveal a
pure white-as-snow back demarcated by a perfect tan line. He
followed the line and moved in to the snow field with sensitive
strokes. The passion in his touch was clearly evident as he
manipulated her precious skin.

Jim’s efforts gained in strength until they could be
compared with a passionate desire to enter within. His fingers
spread warmth in an ever-widening circle, encountering the towel
barrier again and again. His intensity diminished somewhat when
the barrier was knocked askew and his warm hands found the
graceful curving lines of Freyja’s treasure, soft mons of
exquisite composition, begging to be circled and traced. Jim
flirted with each one. Out of human control, his hands proceeded
to palpate each in turn.

“Surely these are Godly creations. How could anyone view
such luscious mounds as anything but unabashed beauty. I kiss
each with my heart and mind. I worship at the shrine of pure
beauty. I am yours, Sandy. Forever, I am yours, Oh, One of
Magnificent and Perfect Beauty. I am eternally grateful for this
moment. No other could feel such wonder as I do at this moment.
I share this moment only with you, Sandy, and God. It is good.
It is right.”

At that moment Sandy stirred. “Let me turn over.” “Only if
you help me abide by my promise, Sandy?” With an anguished,
“No,” she struggled to roll over, but Jim had embraced her,
preventing her movement. “Please.”

As she ceased struggling, he fleetingly fondled her ripe
buttocks, planting a warm, juicy buss on each. With one last
regretting gentle squeeze, he replaced the towel again between
shoulder and knee. “Now, roll, over slowly, Beautiful.”

Slowly she rolled over as Jim held the modesty drape from
slipping. He gazed into Sandy’s eyes, longingly and fervently
desiring to kiss those gentle lips and hold her warm and supple
body close to his. Instead he gently leaned down and caressingly
kissed the very tips of her big toes, erotic points to many.
Cuddling her feet in his sensitive hands he began anew his gentle
massaging. This time his eyes never let hers.

Softly and slowly his caressive touch stole to her heels and
ankles and endearingly up her graceful calves to rest, trembling,
on her knees. Then they traced their way back down, again ending
at her charming toes. Cautiously, they followed their trail back
up again, ending, daring, on Sandy’s enchanting Astarte thigh.
Like a passionate dog Jim’s fingers whiff around exploring the
delicate flesh, occasionally digging into the muscles to sooth
their tension, occasionally just flirting with the sensitive
skin, just sniffing and exploring.

All the time the towel remained virtuously in place. At
some unseen clue he, as before, passed attention from Sandy’s
lovely legs to her outstretched and graceful arms, yearning to
embrace the passion she felt, but not wishing to break the magic
spell. In a friendly, no, a passionate gesture, Jim’s fingers
traced the faintly outlined veins, surging with pent up desire,
from her delicate finger tips, across her enchanting hands, up
the sensuous arms, so capable of violent embrace in the throes of
ecstacy, to the softly curving shoulders begging to have resting
on them a head, spent with Love’s longings.

Like a seized person his fingers relentlessly pursue their
travails from shoulder to delicate finger tip and back several
times. Each time the trail becomes more comfortable and welcome.
Sandy’s breathing, once deep and even, now comes slightly heavier
and with more effort as the feeling of pure joy invades her very
being. Her longing to end the invasion and her desire to see it
completed vigorously facing off within her very soul.

Again the mortal hands of Jim, now firmly in the control of
a higher spirit, struggle to gain control of the lust welling
within, venture slightly under the shade of modesty to caress the
tender, warm flesh of temptation. Like children exploring
beneath a sheet they blindly and hesitantly creep hither and yon
seeking new avenues. Clearly they hunger. The deep muscle
massage, forsaken by Care for the fluttering of a butterfly,
yearns to probe deeper, but the emotions will not allow it.

Then an inadvertent quick and unexpected reflex twist by
Sandy, probably caused by being too long in one position, mated
the gentle butterfly and charms of Aphrodite, the crown of
beauty, the lovely dome of motherhood. With renewed confidence
Jim’s soft finger tips cautiously trace the edge of each lovely
breast, around and around, endlessly. Then with great care they
creep slowly up the steep slope towards the summit. With barely
perceptible touch the blind fingers alight near the areola. An
imperceptible take in Sandy’s breath is timed exactly with the
moment. No other sign is given. Sandy’s nipples strain to reach
out to Jim’s charmed and smitten touch. His fingers ever so
gracefully inch toward the luscious erotic bud. At the moment of
touch sparks of emotion fly between Jim and Sandy, their
passionate gaze never having wavered.

No moment was ever quite like this for Jim. The urge to
kiss those ripe, ruby rosebuds nearly became too much. To
counteract his unbearable craving he lower his eyes and buried
his face in the towel at Sandy’s breast. Jim’s hot, burning
tears of passion were rapacious soaked up by the towel, never
giving them a chance to caress the breasts which had so charmed
to his fingers. Sandy’s soft and delicate arms enfolded the
stricken Jim. His arms reaching around to embrace Sandy’s
beautiful body.

For many minutes they lay interlocked, captivating all of
the love two mortals could possibly engender.

While the reader ponders this moment I will offer a special
treat, I hope. Because different people have different desires
at different times I will allow you to choose your own “ending”
(how I hate that word!) to this scene of beauty. But first I
must apologize for being such a fumbling and incompetent as to
expect to write with words the beauty of silence and touch and
sight and feeling. Forgive me, Dear Reader.

Now for the continuation. You have four choices (yes, yes,
you may read all of them):

1) Real-life
2) A story-book
3) Sandy’s fantasy
4) Jim’s fantasy
5) Jim’s desire

CONTINUATION # 1 – THE REAL-LIFE ENDING

As peace envelopes the snuggled pair, Reality awakes. Sandy
rises, turns off the VCR and urgently searches out Ken. At the
exact same instant Jim wakes up in his corner of his own bed.

CONTINUATION # 2 – A STORY-BOOK ENDING

He abruptly gets up and throws off the towel.

“Now you are going to get fucked, woman! F-U-C-K-E-D.”

With that he unzips his pants and reveals a gigantic cock
throbbing with lust. He grabs her by the hair and thrust her
face into his ram-rod. Take it in, all the way in. She was awe-
struck at the enormous proportions. It must have been eighteen
inches in length and easily three inches across.

“I can’t do that. I’d choke.” At those words her rammed
his staff into her gaping mouth. He forced his way as far down
her throat as was possible. His hands forcible masturbating his
erect cock.

When he was near climax, he threw her to the bed. He
gathered a leg in each hand and yanked them over her head so her
knees were by her chest. He fell on her with a vengeance, the
stark shaft pounding its unholy way into her tight hot box. Her
cunt was shocked by the intrusion, but the juices flowed freely
as she fought to extricate herself from his firm grip.

A gigantic thrust tore asunder any semblance of resistance
as she cried out is agony, “OH, God, you are killing me,
OOOOOOHHHH……..AAAAHHHHH.”

Possibly out of compassion, he withdrew his huge tool at
another out burst from her, “NO! Don’t take it out. I want that
thing deep inside me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Do it to
me.”

But he had no intention of quitting. His firey-red, pulsing
horse-prick drove home again and again to a cry of anguish from
Sandy. This time the cry bubbled off into a cry of passion.

For fifteen minutes he pumped away at her. Near the end of
his monstrous strokes, punctuated by cries of delight from Sandy
and groans of animal lust from him, exceeded twelve inches. As
his cock withdrew little streaks of blood could be seen as a sign
of the cruel, but welcome, forcible entry of the rigid steel
cannon of power.

As she, screamed, “More, more, fuck me more,” he rose to the
task. His balls banged unceasingly against her ass, swelling
towards the breaking point.

Then he withdrew his manhood. As she desperately struggled
to grab the gigantic cock to put it back inside of her, he threw
her hands aside and fell full force on her. The force rammed all
eighteen inches to her very soul. The hot flood of cum spurted
inside of her in a stream, a never-ending torrent. The wad was
so great it bubbled from her punished cunt as she cried as in
death.

He grunted in satisfaction and got up. “Not bad. Not bad
at all. Now lick me off.”

The undersigned cordially (and with obvious relish) invites

Sandy

an extremely delightful and luscious person

to a personal and intimate
demonstration of

TRUE and DEVOTED LOVE

as expressed through a
sensitive and feeling
full-body massage

on the Twenty-First Day of the Ninth Month
of the Year Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Nine

suitably signed with passionate love by Jim.

But then at the last moment Sandy realized that it was
payday and she could not afford to be gone half a day. The big
day was delayed until Friday.

For many minutes they lay interlocked, captivating all of
the love two mortals could possibly engender.

He abruptly gets up and throws off the towel.

“Now you are going to get fucked, woman! F-U-C-K-E-D.”

A gigantic thrust tore asunder any semblance of resistance
as she cried out is agony, “OH, God, you are killing me,
OOOOOOHHHH……..AAAAHHHHH.”

Possibly out of compassion, he withdrew his huge tool at
another out burst from her, “NO! Don’t take it out. I want that
thing deep inside me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Do it to
me.”

But he had no intention of quitting. His firey-red, pulsing
horse-prick drove home again and again to a cry of anguish from
Sandy. This time the cry bubbled off into a cry of passion.

As she, screamed, “More, more, fuck me more,” he rose to the
task. His balls banged unceasingly against her ass, swelling
towards the breaking point.

He grunted in satisfaction and got up. “Not bad. Not bad
at all. Now lick me off.”

Spanking Sex Story

Administrator — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 14:59:05 +0000

Ann sat on the corner of the bed waiting for Tom to enter
the room and give the inevetible order to strip and lay across
the bed for her spanking. She could hear the sound of the strap
landing across her Jennifer’s rear and the accompanying cries of
pain and promises to be a good girl. As she sat listening she
remembered one of the many spankings she had recieved from her
father many years ago.
She had been sixteen and, she figured, too old to be spanked
anymore. Ann’s father had just started allowing her to go out with
some of the boys from school, on the stipulation that she be home
no later than 10:30. She usually had no problem being in on time
but never really worried about what might happen if she should be
later than that, figuring that at most she would be grounded for a
week or so, after all, it had been almost 2 years since her last
spanking.
Well, one night she was out with a boy she particularly liked
and didn’t pay attention to the time, it was nearly midnight before
she came home. As soon as she stepped in the house her father was
waiting for her strap in hand.
“Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?” he asked.
“Didn’t I tell you that you were to be in by 10:30 or you’d be
punished?”
She didn’t know what to say, “Y-yes sir, b-but it’s not even
midnight yet, I didn’t think..”
“That’s right, you certainly didn’t”, her father broke in, “and
now you’re going to be punished, you had no right worrying your
mother & me like that.”.
“I’m sorry dad, it won’t happen again, I just lost track of the
time”.
Her eyes were transfixed to the leather strap dangling in her
father’s hand.
“You bet it won’t happen again young lady,” he said, “after I
get through with your backside you’ll be sure to be in on time from
here on.”
“B-b-backside” she stammered, “you’re not really going to strap
me now are you, I’m too old for that.”
“Nonsense girl, obviously you aren’t old enough to follow my
orders, and if you’re going to act like a 10 year old you can
figure on being treated like one includung having your bare bottom
strapped.”
“Now go to your room and take off your jeans and panties” he
ordered.
“Oh how humiliating!” she thought, “not only getting a strapping
but a bare bottomed one at that, and at my age.”
She knew better that to argue though, she could tell that her dad
meant business and now was not the time to try to bargain her way
out of what she had coming. Slowly she walked to her room with her
dad right behind, once inside she fumbled nervously with the buttons
on her jeans finally getting them undone, then slowly she slid them
off, past her shapely hips and to the floor.
“Panties too” said her father, and then lay down across the bed.”
“Please dad, can’t I leave them on, it’ll hurt just as bad,” she
pleaded, thinking how embarrasing it would be for her to have to
expose her maturing body to her father.
“You heard me girl, either you take them off or I will!” he
exclaimed.
She certainly didn’t want that so she complied, removing her
panties and draping her body across the bed.
“Legs apart,” he ordered, and she did as she was told.
SMACK!! the strap landed without warning bringing a yelp from
Ann’s throat, OWWW!
SMACK, WHAP, SMACK, SMACK, the strap landed again and again on
the unprotected cheecks until she lost count. The strapping seemed
to go on forever to her, though in reality it only lasted five minutes
or so it seemed an eternity to her stinging, burning bottom.
WHAP, SLAP, WHAP, the strap continued to land, each stroke
causing the fire in her bum to burn ever hotter, by the 15th stroke
she was blubbering like a baby, chanting the same song all naughty
girls do at these times, “PLEASE DADDY, I-I’M SORRY, I’LL BE A G-GOOD
GIRL I PROMISE! PLEASE NO MORE!.
The sounds of that long ago whipping were still ringing in her
ears when Tom walked into the room with his belt still in hand.
“Well, do you have anything to say for yourself before we start?”
he asked.
The sound of his voice snapped her back to the present, she had
begun to get turned on thinking about her fathers belting, and she
had almost forgotten that she was about to recieve another that would
surely be at least as severe as that one for charging her and Tom’s
credit card to the limit without telling him.
She could only shake her head and murmer a soft “no, but I’m sorry
Tom, it won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t Ann,” he said, “because after I’m done with your
bottom you’ll think twice before charging our card up like that
again.” “I’ve decided to use the razor strop on you to make sure of
that, now take off your panties and bend over the corner of the bed
with one leg on each side of the corner, with your legs well apart.”
“Oh no Tom, not the strop, please!”
The strop had been Tom’s grandfathers, and he’d never used it on
her before, it was thick and Tom had made sure to always keep the
leather well oiled to keep it from cracking, he had threatened to use
it before but never had. Ann knew that this time she was being
punished for real.
“Please, just use your belt,”she pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears
as Tom was already getting it out of their closet.
“Don’t try to get out of it Ann, you know you deserve it and
there’s nothing you can say to change my mind, now bend over and
take down those panties,” he commanded.
Tears welling up in her eyes she did as she was told, hooking a
thumb in each side of her panties she slid them down around her ankles
and straddled the corner of the bed laying her stomach on the mattress
with one leg on each side of the corner knowing this would be a
spanking she would never forget.
Placing a hand on each thigh at the top Tom pulled her back until
her bottom was hanging over the corner of the bed with her pubes
sitting right at the edge.
“Are you ready for your punishment Ann?” he asked.
“Y-Yes,” she whimpered, “I’m sorry.”
WHOOOOSH, CRAAACK! the strop landed without warning.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH” Ann cried, “PLEASE NO!”
Again it whistled through the air, SMAAACK!, right across her
tender ass.
“OHOHOHOH! PLEASE TOM, IT HURTS!”
Taking no notice Tom raised the razor strop again, briging it
firmly down across both cheecks of Ann’s naked posterior, WHAACK!
CRAACK!, SMAACK!.
Ann was sobbing lustily from the third stroke on, she had never
experienced a burning like this in her behind before, “PLEASE, NO MORE
TOM, I’M SORRY, OOOOHHHH!”
Tom continued his assault on his wife’s quickly reddening
backside.
WHOOOSH, CRAAACK! “OOOOWWWW!” P-PLEASE”, was all she could say,
her cheeks would clench and unclench franticly trying to reduce the
heat that quickly built in her bottom but to no avail, and through
all of her crying Tom continued undaunted.
WHISSHHH, SMAACK!, WHAAPP! the leather continued to find it’s
mark, making an angry red stripe and a weal on each side of the
belt on every stroke. By the eighteenth stroke Ann’s crying was
one continuous wail.
“OHHHHHH, PLEASE, I’LL BE GOOD,” she cried, “NO MORE, PLEASE!”
But the strapping went on for a full five minutes, by the time
Tom laid the strop down Ann’s ass was a mound of red stripes, some
already turning a light blue with white weals on either side of
where the strop had landed.
As he looked at the form of his now sobbing wife, still bent
over with her legs spread and ass hanging over the edge of the
bed, he pulled out his now hard and reddened cock and slid it to
the hilt into Ann’s dripping cunt. Tom couldn’t remember the last
time her pussy felt so hot or wet.
As Ann lay bent over still crying, she felt Tom thrust into
her and was surprised at how hot she felt, she came almost at
once, and she was still crying! The orgasm went from the tips of
her toes to the top of her head it felt like. Tom fucked her from
behind like that until she came three more times, then he released
what felt like a quart of come into her dripping hole, some spilling
out around his engorged cock, laying down both of them spent, Tom
kissed the remaining tears from Ann’s face, and told her all was
forgiven, they both agreed however, that that was one of the most
intense love-making sessions that either one had ever experienced.
As they rested Ann slid down and licked Tom’s tool clean bringing
it slowly back to life, they made love twice more that night and both
agreed that the strop would be used again for any more major
infractions, and secretly Ann hoped it wouldn’t be all that long
before he had to use it on her again.

Pregnant lustful babe

Administrator — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 07:41:39 +0000

Teri’s body had always fascinated me. She was in her early
20s, slender, with medium sized tits, and a well maintained
figure. It was obvious to me she was proud of her body and took
good care of it. She wasn’t tall, about 5′ 1″, and had brownish
blonde hair, which she wore a little longer than her shoulders.
She was invariably pleasant and always had a “Good morning, Mr
Franks” whenever she saw me.

Teri worked down the hall from me as a secretary in another
office. She and my secretary were office pals and often had lunch
together or chatted during their coffee breaks. Whenever she would
stop by to talk with Marcia, I’d see her in the outer office and
would fantasize about what her body looked like without clothes.

In my day-dreams, she had shapely legs, a tight ass, slender
waist, and mouth-sized tits with pert nipples just a little darker
than the rest of her skin. The hair covering her pussy was the
same color as the hair on her head, letting me know it was her
natural color. Of course, she would always want me to fuck her
right there in the office and I’d always oblige.

I’m not sure what is was about her, but I started to become a
little obsessed with her. I knew she was married, but I figured I
could always look and dream. Little did I know what was waiting
for me.

Since Teri was pretty career orientated, I was a little
surprised when Marcia told me Teri was pregnant. She and her
husband were pretty happy with the prospect and I congratulated
her. A couple of weeks went by and she was just starting to show.
I thought I’d lose my desire for her, but I didn’t. I’d still
daydream about her, even as her tummy got bigger.

She stopped by one Friday and asked how I was getting along.
She looked a little down and I asked her what was wrong. She said
her husband was out of town for a week and was a little lonely. I
said I’d buy her dinner. We went to a small restaurant nearby and
had a bottle of wine to relax with. As I looked at her I saw she
had changed very little, except for her tummy, and it wasn’t that
large. She was still keeping herself in shape and taking care of
herself. As we were finishing the meal, I felt her leg rub mine
under the table. I pressed back and saw her smile as she sipped
her wine. As we left, I put my arm around her to guide her out and
she pressed her body close to mine as we walked to her car. As she
got in, she gave me a quick kiss for cheering her up. I jokingly
told her to be careful, I might get ideas. She laughed and said,
“Maybe we ought to compare ideas. I was afraid I was getting so
unattractive, you weren’t daydreaming of me anymore.” I asked how
she knew I did that, and she said she’d explain, but not in the
parking lot and invited me over for a drink. I accepted and
followed her to her apartment.

After she fixed our drinks, I asked how she knew about the
daydreaming and she said she’d catch me staring at her. She asked
how she rated and I told her. We were sitting on the couch and she
slid a little closer and asked if I like to find out how close my
daydreams were. I asked about her husband and she said he’d be
gone for another week and besides, he hadn’t fucked her since she
started to show. I was really surprised at this, since she was
only a couple of months along and not really all that big. I
leaned down and kissed her, she kissed back and opened her mouth
slightly. I held her and ran my tongue around the inside of her
mouth. I caressed her, stoking her back, arms, neck, and hair. I
heard a slight moan escape her lips as she clutched me tighter.
Her tummy got in the way, but not enough to matter to either of
us.

As we continued to kiss, I dropped my hands down and gently
squeezed her tits. She moaned again and rubbed against me. I
started to unbutton her blouse and she broke the kiss and gave me
room to work. As I undid each button, she’d squirm on the couch
and started to rub the inside of my thighs. I was already hard and
my cock was starting to strain against my slacks. She felt my
hardness and started rubbing my cock through the fabric. When I
unbuttoned the last button and slipped off her blouse, I saw her
nipples were erect and straining against the bra cups. I ran my
hands over them and teased them through the bra. She lay her head
back and started to breath hard as I continued to squeeze her tits
and ran my other hand over her body. I finally reached around her
and undid the snaps and freed her tits from the bra. They were
perfectly shaped and bounced a little from the sudden freedom. Her
nipples were still erect and the dark rings around them were
darker than I imagined. I leaned down and sucked the nipples into
my mouth, each in turn. I pinched the other nipple as I gently bit
the one in my mouth. I sucked hard and heard her yelp softly. She
told me they were sensitive and to be a little gentle with them.

I started to run my free hand over her belly while I still
sucked and rubbed her tits. I felt her pregnant body and I wanted
to see her naked in front of me. I reached down and undid the
button on her slacks and unzipped the zipper. I stood up and she
raised her ass off the couch as I pulled off her pants. Now the
only thing she wore was a pair of pink cotton panties. I looked at
her lying there and realized she was still very sexy. Her tummy
was larger but not so large as to make her body appear ungainly or
gross. I sat back down and kissed her while feeling her body all
over. I slowly worked my way down to her panties and slipped my
hand under the waistband. I felt the hair that covered her pussy
and ran my middle finger between her pussy lips and over her clit.

I heard her moan again and spread her legs to let me have
better access. By this time, she was getting very wet and my
finger could easily slip into her cunt, but the panties were
slowing me down. I withdrew my hand and stood up again to take off
her panties. When I did, I found her hair was natural. The hair
between her legs was the same color as that on her head. I found
it hard to believe my daydreams were coming this true.

She said it wasn’t fair that she was bare ass and I was still
dressed. So I started to take off my shirt while she unbuttoned my
slacks. She reached in and pulled my cock free and started to
gently jack me off with her hand. As she slowly stroked my cock up
and down, I kicked off my shoes and finished undressing while
standing there in front of her. When I was also naked, she leaned
forward and kissed the head of my cock and licked off the drop of
pre-cum which had formed at the tip. She then suggested we go back
into the bedroom and as we walked back, I watched as her ass moved
back and forth as we went down the hall.

She lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide, giving me a
full beaver shot of her wide open pussy. I could see she was wet
from the sheen of fluid on her cunt lips. I watched as she put one
finger into her pussy and got it wet and then traced a line from
her pussy, over the swell of her tummy, and up to her tits. I
stood there and watched as she pinched her nipples with one hand
and reached down and started playing with her pussy with the
other. She spread the outer lips with her index and ring fingers
and rubbed her clit with the middle finger. As I watched, her clit
seemed to become more erect and larger as she played with herself.
I looked at her face and saw her eyes were closed and her tongue
was licking her lips over and over.

I lay down beside her and started to play with her tits
again, feeling the nipples become erect and feeling her body move
under my hands. After a few minutes of this, I turned around and
placed my head between her legs and started to lick around her
pussy. I circled it several times and just barely flicked my
tongue over her clit. I reached up with one hand and played with
her tits as I slowly ran my tongue up and down her slit. With my
other hand, I inserted a finger into her pussy and slowly pumped
it in and out. By this time, she was moaning louder. She suddenly
shifted her position on the bed and bent her head to start licking
my cock.

I twisted around so she could get at my cock, but also so I
could continue to eat and suck her pussy. She started licking the
head of my stiff cock, running her tongue around and around until
it was completely wet. She then started licking the shaft, from
the base of the head to my balls, getting it just as wet. She
gently started to lick my balls. Taking first one, then the other
into her mouth, she carefully sucked on each. Returning to the
head, she licked the pre-cum from the opening and then took the
head into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and gently
dragged her teeth over the rim at its base. Shifting slightly to
give her a better position, she took my cock into her mouth,
burying it almost to my balls in her warmth. She started to suck,
moving her head up and down while stroking the shaft with one hand
and fondling my balls with the other. Teri was obviously an
accomplished cock-sucker and I wondered what kind of an idiot her
husband was to not take advantage of the fact.

While Teri was giving me one of the best blow-jobs of my
life, I wasn’t idle. I was still eating her pussy and playing with
her tits. Every so often, she’d moan as I licked her clit and then
drive my tongue as deep as I could. Feeling her pregnant tummy
against me was exciting me, but I wasn’t sure why. I took my hand
from her tits and ran it over the swelling of her body. She
reacted by pressing her pussy tighter against my mouth and moaning
slightly. I kept licking her slit and running my finger in and out
of her love-nest. Her pussy was flowing like a river now and I
drank in every drop I could. Even the taste of her served to
excite me more and more. I quit rubbing her stomach and started
running my fingers up and down the crack of her ass. As she
settled down after the change, I pressed one finger against the
tight opening of her asshole and gently massaged it. She started
humping against my finger against her asshole and my tongue and
finger in her pussy. I very carefully inserted my finger in her
ass and slowly worked it back and forth. Her humping became more
frenzied and her juices flowed even more.

At that, she took my cock from her mouth and said she wanted
me to fuck her right now. I quit eating her and turned her around
on the bed in preparation for entering her. I knelt between her
legs with her lying on her back. I moved up until my cock was just
pressing against her pussy and started to lean forward and enter
her. As I entered her, we both realized it would be uncomfortable
for her if I put my full weight on her tummy. So I quickly turned
her on her side, laid down behind her, and lifted her leg slightly
so I could enter her from behind. As I moved up behind her, my
cock rubbed against her pussy. She reached down and took it in her
hand and rubbed the head of my cock against her wet slit. I moved
forward and entered her, burying my cock almost to the balls in
her willing opening. I started humping in and out and felt her
moving to meet me with every thrust. I again wondered what was
wrong with her husband to not be enjoying this as often as he
could.

As I moved in and out of Teri’s pussy, I wrapped my arms
around her and started playing with her tits again. I cupped one
in each hand and felt their firmness and weight. I pinched each
nipple and rolled them between my fingers. Teri turned her head
and by shifting our position a little, we were able to kiss while
we fucked. I ran my tongue around inside of her mouth and then
licked her ear, sucking on the earlobe and the small gold loop
earring she wore. I took one hand from her tits and ran it over
her swelling belly, feeling every inch of it. She really seemed to
like that, since she started to fuck faster and harder.

She met each of my thrusts and as I would hump back, I’d feel
her pussy clutching my cock like it didn’t want to let it go. Her
pussy juices were still flowing and covering my cock. As I
continued to fuck her, I was a little worried I’d cum too quickly
and leave her unsatisfied. I needn’t have worried; just as my own
climax was approaching, I felt her shudder and a low, soft, and
lingering moan escaped her lips. She pressed back against me as
hard as she could and her pussy muscles gripped my cock hard. I
held myself still inside of her so she could come down from her
climax and as she did, I started humping in and out. I made about
five strokes and then my balls released their load of cum deep
inside her pussy. Again, she pressed hard against me and her
pussy held my cock tight inside, milking every drop of cum from
me.

We laid their for a few minutes, enjoying that freshly fucked
feeling. I was still holding her close and could feel her shudder
slightly and her pussy contract every so often. At last, as my
spent member slipped from her slit, she turned to face me and we
kissed and held each other. We laid there for awhile and then she
went out and fixed us another drink. I watched her as she came
back into the bedroom towards me and as I watched her pert tits
bounce slightly with each step she took, I started getting hard
again. She gave me my drink and I fondled her tits as she leaned
over. She lay back down beside me and took my cock in her hand and
started playing with it. She said she wanted to make love again
but wanted to rest for a few minutes first. I agreed and we talked
for a short time before starting to kiss and fondle each other.

This time, she wanted to take our time and really get each
other excited and hot. So I laid her back on the bed and ran my
hands over every inch of her body. She really seemed to get off on
having her pregnant tummy rubbed and caressed, so I spent a great
deal of time doing so. As I did, she would moan and toss her head
slightly from side to side. As she got more excited, she would
squirm her ass into the bed and hump up and down as if she had a
cock inside her. By the time I started playing with her pussy, she
was soaking wet and ready for me. Teasing her a little, I licked
her juices from her slit and lightly licked her clit. She suddenly
stiffened and moaned even louder. I spread her legs as wide as I
could and got between them with my face just inches from her cunt.
But rather than eating her, I started to examine every inch of her
pussy, inside and out.

Starting with the hair that covered her pubic mound, I ran my
fingers over the entire area. I traced the folds in her inner and
outer cunt lips and ran my finger around her clit. Teasing her
even more, I rubbed the area between her slit and asshole and then
pushed my finger inside her as far as I could. Finally, I started
eating her pussy. I licked all around the outside and then started
on the inside, running my tongue as far inside as it would go.

As I ate her, she tried to shift in order to suck my cock,
but I wouldn’t let her. I told her that if she wanted “hot”, she
was going to get it. I kept eating her, slurping her juices and
licking her clit until she was about to cum. Instead of driving
her over the edge, I stopped and just gently licked her whole
pussy. Three times I brought her just to the edge and then backed
her off. She was almost screaming now and was humping her pussy
against my face as hard as she could.

I got from between her legs and moved up to straddle her
chest, with my cock inches from her mouth. She tilted her head
down and licked the head until it was wet. I moved forward until
she could take the whole thing in her mouth. She gobbled it up as
fast as she could. Nodding her head back and forth to run my dick
in and out of her mouth, she reached up with one hand and held on
to my shaft and played with my balls with her other hand. She was
a quick study and already knew I really enjoyed that. While she
ate me, I reached behind me and ran my hand over her tummy and
down between her legs. I started to finger-fuck her pussy in order
to keep her just on the edge. She understood what I was trying to
do and as she felt a load of cum working its way up my cock, she
backed off and just teased my dick until my balls settled down and
I wasn’t ready to cum. For quite a while, we kept each other just
on the verge of cumming. Finally, neither of us could wait any
longer and we shifted in order to start fucking.

Remembering the last time, she automatically rolled on her
side. Instead of laying down behind her, I took her leg and lifted
it as high as I could and bent it back at the knee. This no only
gave me an uninterrupted view of her pussy, but also gave me
access. I straddled her other leg and moved up so my cock was just
touching her pussy. I put her raised leg on my shoulder and
hunched forward to enter her. As I did, I watched her pussy
stretch to accept my cock and then close tightly around it. As I
started to hump her, she moved her body and met each of my
thrusts. My cock slid in easier and deeper than before and I felt
as if I was touching the back side of her cunt on each down
stroke.

As hot as we both were, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I
filled her pussy with my cum and she flooded my cock with hers.
Fortunately, we were both pretty evenly matched and as I felt her
shudder as she started to climax, my balls tightened again and I
started to pump cum into her slit. Each time my cock would pump
out a portion of its load, her pussy would contract with her
orgasm. Finally, we both were drained and I pulled myself from her
and lay down beside her. We kissed and held each other again and
rested for awhile.

We made love again and then drifted off into sleep with my
spent cock still inside her. Although we didn’t realize it then,
we had started a relationship that would last for some time to
come.

Anna The Gorgeous Woman

Administrator — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 15:32:57 +0000

Anna is a very beautiful woman. She is tall, blonde, and tans to
a gorgeous golden hue.

I’ve worked with her on a project for quite some time and have had
fantasies about her from the start. I feel an attraction to her
every time that I see her.

I’d noticed her looking at me at times when we’ve worked together
but neither one of us have voiced anything. She knows that I’m
married and I’ve been too frightened to say anything since I know
that not only is she married, but I could be very wrong about the
way that I’ve interpreted her looks.

There have been many times though that I have longed to kiss the
back of her neck as she leaned forward while we worked at the
computer. She has very sensuous shoulders and neck.

Anna’s husband is on the road most of the time trying to land more
capital investors for his company. Anna hints at her loneliness at
these times, and we often work late on the days when her husband
is out of town.

My wife was in New York on a business trip and Anna’s husband was
out as usual. It was in early evening and I was totally lost in
gazing at her pretty neck and profile when I realized that she was
staring at me over her shoulder. She had just asked me a question
three times without a response. She noticed me turning red with
embarassment and started to turn red also as she realized what I had
been daydreaming about.

I apologized and stood up to leave as she turned toward me to say
something. She froze staring at my crotch where my hard on was
showing. My whole body felt on fire as I looked down at her, her
red lips were glistening in the light and her eyes seemed to be
deep blue pools. I moaned another apology and started to leave
when she reached forward to feel my cock.

She quickly undid my belt and pulled down my zipper. One half of
my mind was saying that I should get out now, and the other half
said to grab the back of her head. My hands reacted before my
feet and I pulled her head toward my cock. Anna opened her mouth
to lick the head of my cock sticking above the waist of my shorts.
I almost burst as the tip of her tongue flicked around the underside
of the crown of my dick while her hands squeezed and tickled my balls
through the material.

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out my pants as Anna slid my
shorts down. She closed her mouth around my cock and gently started
to suck as her head bobbed forward. I still couldn’t believe that
this was happening but took advantage of the opportunity to run my hands
over her shoulders that I so admired. I reached below her chin to start
undoing the buttons of her dress as my hips continued to rock into her.
She shrugged out of her sleeves causing her breasts to bounce teasingly
within her bra. Her tanned shoulders and tits were a stark contrast
against the whiteness of her bra.

Anna pushed me back into my chair as she knelt, never taking her mouth
off my cock. She took off her bra so that the upper half of her body
was nude. I was enthralled by this tanned beauty kneeling between my
legs and I noticed that she didn’t have any tan lines.

Anna stopped sucking and slid her tongue up my stomach as she crawled
forward. She teased my cock with her nipples, running the nipples up
the length of my cock. She licked my nipples then slid back down so
that my cock was between her tits. She pushed them together and
started to jack me off with her golden tits as she tongued my torso.

When she could feel me getting ready to cum, she quickly slid down
to take me back into her mouth. Her mouth was so hot that I could
not hold back and started to shoot into her sucking mouth as my
hands pinned her head to my crotch.

She leaned back after her performance her tits bounced and were
glistening with my pre-cum. I picked her up by the waist and put her
back in her chair while I started to lick her clean. I started at her
belly button, licking upwards until her breasts were clean. Her
hands locked behind my head when I sucked and teased her nipples.

I pulled up to her mouth and we kissed for the first time. I could
taste myself on her tongue and started to get hard again.

I slid back down her body while I pushed her dress past her hips.
I started to kiss her mound as she raised her hips to allow the dress
and her pantyhose to slide to the ground. She parted her long
legs and placed her heels on my back pulling me toward her pussy.

I tongued the inside of her thighs, running the tip close to the goal
but stopping short and repeating the motion on her other thigh while
my fingers were caressing her ass, stomach, and the backs of her legs.

She leaned forward to grab my hair, causing her breasts to push forward
in an awesome fashion. I had little choice but to start kissing her
pussy. I would lightly run my tongue along her lips up to her clit
causing her to moan and try to pin my head. I kept this up until
her legs started to shake. I then separated her lips with my fingers
and dipped my tongue into her dripping pussy. She cried out as she
thrust upward trying to fuck my tongue. I held on to her ass as
her body slid forward on the chair. Anna had her knees spread wide and
up to her chest as her hands held my hair. I started to fuck her with
my tongue, pushing it in as far as I could as my nose ran into her
clit. Anna was starting to moan loudly, her head was thrown back as
she tried to shove her hips to me. I slid my tongue down and licked
her anus getting a loud shriek and I repeated my motion, shoving it
up past her ring. I moved back up to her clit and back down to her
ass as she was crying out. Anna grabbed the back of her knees pulling
them wide to give me even better access as her face was dark with her
impending orgasm. She cried out and her pussy spasmed around my tongue
she came.

I continued running my tongue in and out of her pussy, then moved down
to start fucking her ass with my tongue. Anna immediately spasmed into
another orgasm, her ass was squeezing my tongue with the contractions.

Anna sat up, her body damp with perspiration, and slid her pussy down
my chest until she engulfed my cock. She started licking around my
mouth and sucking on my tongue as she tasted herself. She started
fucking me wildly, her tits pinned against my chest, and I was caught
up in her wildness. All I could think of was the lushness of her
body moving around me. Anna wrapped her legs around my waist and
I laid her onto her back as I continued to fuck her. I was driving
into her with complete abandon when I felt her start to cum again.

Anna grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me into her as she lifted
her head to suck on my nipples. I started fucking her harder as I
could feel my balls contract. I was moaning loudly as she whimpered
against my chest. I looked down to see those beautiful shoulders
below me and her tits jiggling as her mouth moved to my other nipple
and I burst deep into her with a yell. Anna’s pussy just kept
contracting around my cock as she came with me.

We collapsed to the floor, and we kissed lovingly while we tried to
catch our breath. I raised myself up on to one elbow as I continued
caressing her. Anna’s beauty seemed to glow.

As we got dressed, I asked Anna about her lack of tan lines. She
smiled and said that I would just have to find out some time.

The next morning I called her apartment on some business pretext and
she asked me if we could work at her place that day. I felt a tug
in my groin as I agreed.

I was pretty breathless when I knocked on her door, wondering if I
would get an encore performance. Anna opened the door and let me
in. She was wearing a string bikini and had her hair done up in a long
single braid. I followed her out to her patio getting hard as I looked
at her gorgeous ass rocking before me.

Anna sat down on a blanket in the sun and took her bikini off. I
gasped at her breasts shining in the sunlight as she applied oil
to them, fondling her nipples until they hardened. She then applied
oil to her stomach and ran her fingers through her pubic hair as parted
her legs. I could see her pink as her fingers massaged her pussy.
Anna smiled at me and said that I looked over-dressed. I stripped and
knelt down next to her.

Anna rolled on to her stomach and asked if I would oil her back. I
massaged the oil into her shoulders as I nibbled at her earlobes and
kissed the nape of her neck. I oiled down her back until I got to her
ass. I moved down to her feet, massaging them carefully, then sucking
on each of her toes. Anna started to squirm at this attention and slid
one of her hands to her pussy, playing with her clit with her thumb while
she pushed two fingers into herself. I started oiling up her legs,
kneeling between them, mesmerized by her plunging fingers. Anna’s
knees slid farther out as her butt lifted into the air as she got more
excited. Her ass was open to me and I started to massage oil into her
asscheeks as I bent down to tongue her pussy around her fingers. I slid
my tongue up the crack of her ass and pushed it into her anus. Anna
cried out, thrusting her ass at my face, trying to get more penetration.
I pulled back and put some oil into her hole, pushing my finger into
her ass. Anna’s was masturbating faster now and her face was flushed
as she bit her lower lip and moaned. I got two fingers into her ass
as I tried to steady her slick body. I got so excited with the sight,
sound, and scent of her, glistening in the sunlight that I got up on
my knees and put my turgid cock at the opening of her asshole. I nudged
in carefully to see what response I would get. Anna groaned and pushed
back with her shining ass and the head of my cock was engulfed in her
heat. Damn she was so tight but the oil let me slide in easily.

I started to slowly pump into her butt as she continued fucking herself
with her fingers. She came with a loud cry while she kept squeezing
her ass around my cock, trying to milk me. I grabbed her braid and
pulled her up to her knees as I started to fuck her ass a little quicker.
I was in heaven, her golden body beneath me, my cock between her nether
cheeks. I couldn’t believe the sight and started to hammer into her ass
causing her cheeks to jiggle with the impact and her breasts to dance
back and forth. Anna braced herself on her elbows as she pushed back
toward me, meeting my thrusts. Her mouth was open as she gasped for
air, tits swinging rhythmically, as she approached another orgasm.

Anna’s body started to spasm sending electricity through my balls. I
gripped her hips with both hands and started to thrust into her, my
hips slapping into her ass as I came, shooting deep into her ass as
she cried out in another orgasm. Anna’s arms collapsed and I kept
pumping into her as her tits spread to the sides of her chest.

I collapsed onto her back and slid my hands under her to squeeze her
tits as I nipped the nape of her neck. Anna rolled back so that we
were on our sides. She craned her neck so that we could kiss as I
continued playing with her nipples. My cock was still in her ass and
Anna was squeezing me, trying to keep me hard. She bent forward so
that she could reach my balls and started massaging them. I kept on
moving in her and felt myself start to get hard again. I couldn’t
believe the treatment I was receiving. I concentrated and felt my
cock start to spread her ass again. I continued rocking her as she
massaged my balls. As I got more excited, I roughly pushed her back
on to her face and started to fuck as hard as I could. She felt so
hot and tight as I slammed into her. Anna was grunting with each
thrust as I gripped her shoulders. She braced her hands in front of
her to keep from sliding too much because of the anal assault. I felt
my balls seize up and I shot another load into her, crying out at the
pleasure and pain of the release.

I pulled out of her ass and collapsed next to her. Anna started to
kiss me in a frenzy as she massaged her pussy on my thigh. I slid
my hand down her flat belly until I could massage her clit, causing
her to bite my lip as she came. Her whole body was shaking as I held
her.

We took a shower together to clean up and cool off. I gently soaped
in her ass as I cleaned her. Anna knelt down after she cleaned my
cock and sucked me into her mouth. As I started to cum she pulled
back and let my cum shoot over her face and on to her tits as she
jerked me off. She pulled me back into her mouth and sucked me
until I quit spurting. She grinned and said that she always wondered
what it was like to have someone cum on her face. I knelt down and
started to lick the cum off of her cheeks and breasts.

We cuddled on her couch for the rest of the morning, relishing in
our nakedness. We had lunch together and experimented with food
on each other and ended up fucking on the dining room table.

We were caressing each other when her phone rang. Anna’s eyes widened
as she said hello to her husband. She did a good job of keeping her
voice natural until I started playing with her clit. She was wet
already as I leaned her over the back of the couch, licking her
pussy and ass as she listened on the phone. She gasped as I shoved
my cock into her ass and had to cover up by saying that she had
dropped something on her foot. Anna was really hot and started to
rock back into me as I doubled her pleasure by reaching under and
playing with her clit. She was gasping on the phone saying that
she loved him as she her legs started to shake. She said her good-byes
and come-home-soons and hung up the phone as she collapsed with a
screaming orgasm. Sweat was pouring off of her as she told me to
fuck her ass. She kept on cumming as I pounded into her. Anna’s
beautiful ass and excitement sent me over the edge as I shot into
her again, burying myself to the hilt, twisting my hips to get
maximum penetration and sensation.

We collapsed on the couch and Anna locked her mouth on mine, her
tongue nearly reaching my throat as her body shakes slowly subsided.

When she could talk again, she told me that she had never felt so
wicked or excited in her life. She said hearing her husband’s voice
while I was in her ass was so exciting that she was getting hot just
thinking about it.

Backrub On Hard Day

Administrator — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 17:20:31 +0000

Karen sat there, fidgeting randomly; the day had certainly taken its
tool on her in terms of stress, muscle aches and general irritability.
Everyone seemed to be calling, everything seemed to go wrong and the
office was a total disaster area — it wasn’t exactly easiest thing in
the world to run the third largest law firm in the area.

‘Oh well,’ Karen thought as she whipped her torso around, cracking
her back and relieving some of the stress. Sometimes, she thought,
she really should hire a professional masseuse to give her backrubs on
days like this. Perhaps, at the same time, she should get one of those
massaging chairs to sit on — all this paperwork was really getting
to her, making her back sore. ‘Maybe it was just the lack of calcium
in her diet — milk certainly does the body good,’ she thought as she
fumbled to put on her sneakers. Walking to her apartment was surely
not going to be a trip that she was looking forward to.

“Hey Karen.” A familiar voice rang in the office. It was one of her
employees, a guy by the name of Scott. “You wanna’ go out with the
office and get some drinks? You really look beat, maybe a few beers
will relax you.”

‘What a nice boy,’ Karen thought. Scott was probably one of the nicest,
if not best looking employees in her firm. Though not the most handsome
of men, he was definitely someone who commanded respect with his calm,
cool presence and his excellent fashion sense. “Ahhhhh, sure Scott –
when are we goin’?”

Karen glanced over at the clock, it was already 6:37pm — she was hoping
to get a few minutes to dress and change before she went.

“How’about 7:30 at the Red Dragon?”

“Sure, that sounds great… I’ll meet you guys there, I’m just going to
go home, pop a quick shower and get dressed. Who else is going?”

“I don’t know. So far just you, me, Cathy and her boyfriend,” Scott said,
wincing a little bit because he was afraid that Karen would think that
he was hitting on her.

“No problem — I’d better get going then…” Karen quickly pulled on
her sneakers and packed her heels in her tote-bag not at all looking
forward to the walk home.

______________________________________________________________________________

‘What to wear? What to wear,’ Karen thought, throwing her clothes
around randomly from her closet. ‘Ahhhh, this’ll be nice.’ Pulling out
a black skirt to match her olive-green blouse and black-plaid jacket
Karen quickly pulled the skirt on…

‘Damn, it’s already 7:15!! I’m going to be late.’ Always punctual,
sometimes neurotically so, was a trait of hers that friends, business
associates and everyone appreciated about her. ‘What hose am I going
to wear?’ Quickly pulling out some black nylons was always a trick
especially when you aren’t sure which side is front and which is the back.

‘Damn, late… 7:20 already’ Panicking, Karen threw on a
coat and ran out the door, barely slipping on her heels.
______________________________________________________________________________

“Heyyyy Karen,” beamed Scott, he always had the cutest smile, “thought
you’d be late — probably the first in years eh?” He elbowed her lightly,
everyone knew that he was just jibbing her — digging in that little
knife, reminding her of how anal she really was.

“Yep.. but a hell of a lot better than the first interview you had!”
Two could play at that game — the very first time the two met was
Scott’s interview; apparently he had gone out drinking the night before
and, as such, woke up quite late, not late enough to miss the interview,
but late enough to leave some shaving cream on his lip. Everyone teased
him about it since the first day, people thought that he looked somewhat
like a mad-dog.

“Let’s play a game — how’about the name game?” Suggested Scott.
“I’m sorry — have I introduced you? This is John, Cathy’s boyfriend”
Always polite Scott pulled away Karen’s chair as she stood to shake
John’s hand.

“Pleasure to meet you.” A handshake firmer than any man’s was Karen’s
trademark. Along with the superior grip-position that she held made
her psychiatry professoor at Harvard tell her that she was entirely the
domineering personality-type — not that she doubted it.

“Okay… how do you play?” John asked, apparently he was unfamiliar
with the game.

“Easy, first you start by … … …”

. . . Drink-fest 1993 . . . Everyone get’s drunk and happy.
. . . “Hey, Karen, where are the briefs for tommorrow’s meeting?”
Scott was drunk, everyone could see that. Despite how big he was he
certainly was swaying back and forth. All night Scott was hitting on
her, touching her knees and stroking her thighs. At this point it was
definitively driving her up the wall and there was no question that Scott
was making her horny — not that she wasn’t playing the devil either,
rubbing her toes up and down his shins and sometimes even brushing past
his crotch.

“Whoa big guy, they’re at my place — you should probably pick them up.”
Karen suggested it. She was a little buzzed and felt the alcohol numb
her lips. It wasn’t a big deal though, even though she was light
in weight she had the liver of an Irishwoman. It wasn’t her liver,
however, that she was thinking of — Scott started putting his hand up
her skirt. Karen could feel that she was getting more and more excited
– her pulse quickened a little and this new stimulation was beginning
to make her breath come a little shorter.

“Oh, that’s right, I should go and get the briefs for tommorrow’s
meeting.” What a nice guy, Karen thought, Scott was definitely trying to
make it sound like business as usual for them… everyone of the guys,
she knew, wanted to ‘make it’ with the boss. It certainly wasn’t the
easiest thing being an attractive woman in charge of a large lawfirm:
when you’re commanding people call you a bitch, when you’re not they
think they can run all over you. But those times had passed and everyone
respected Karen’ s mind and personae greatly — Scott was just trying
to save her the embarrassment.

“Sure big boy, don’t fall down there… Party’s over!” Karen announced,
Scott had a little too much to drink and Cathy/John just seemed ready
to pass out. The name game had definitely taken its toll on everyone;
everyone, that is, except for her — when she was young she had taken
the time out to memorize the Who’s Who in America… obviously a boon
when playing the name-game with shots of hard-liquor.

“Uh, Miss, would you like the check?” It was the bartendar. Scott
quickly stroked his big toe against her crotch — it made Karen gasp
a little.

“Sure, drinks on me — time to go Scott.” She slapped down her credit
card and started putting her jacket on. Luckily Scott wasn’t all THAT
drunk, he got up obediently and slung his coat on. Boy, this was going
to be an interesting night — both she knew and Scott knew that no one
was going to sleep THIS evening…

Denise Wet Cunt

Administrator — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 10:47:49 +0000

God, it felt so good to be away from home. A dorm room to share
with one other girl. And her sister right here in campus.
The few weeks Sue had been home had been unbelievable. She
wondered if Sue realized the tiger she had unleashed. It seemed like
the only thing she had on her mind any more was sex. She couldn’t get
enough.
Her roommate was a mousy little brunette named Pam. Not bad
looking, just very shy and withdrawn. Denise sometimes wondered if Pam
even knew what sex was.
Well, maybe she did. She seemed interested enough when Denise
mentioned some of her own exploits since school started.
It had been a very satisfying night. Joe knew what he was doing.
He’d eaten her to several climaxes, then fucked her to several more.
Her pussy was still full of his cum and she could still taste it from
the blow job she’d given him.
Denise quietly let herself into the room, knowing that it was late
and Pam was most likely asleep. She heard a sound and softly walked
toward the source. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Denise made
out the form of her roommate, obviously not asleep, and equally
obviously unaware of Denise’s entrance.
Pam lay on her bed, covers down around her ankles, legs spread
wide, stroking her twat.
I’ll be damned, Denise thought, there is some life in that girl.
As she watched the other girl masturbate, Denise felt an itch in
her own pussy. Raising her skirt and baring her naked muff, she began
fingering herself as she walked closer.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she spoke softly.
Startled, Pam stopped and tried to hide her nakedness with her
hands.
“Don’t let me stop you, you were obviously enjoying yourself. Let
me tell you about tonight.”
As she related the events of the night in detail, she continued
fingering herself, pausing occasionally to slowly undress. Before
long, Pam was again stroking herself as she listened.
After Denise finished her story, the girls continued to
masturbate. Denise quickly noticed that Pam was watching her intently.
She filed that fact away for future reference.
Before she drifted off to sleep, Denise gave some thought to what
had transpired. How could she exploit it?
When she woke up that morning, she padded around the room naked.
She decided to stay that way. She noticed Pam looking at her from time
to time and appearing nervous. Denise made it a point to casually
stroke herself from time to time.
Her display was having its desired effect. As the day progressed,
she could tell that Pam was getting more and more turned on.
Right before bed, Denise went to the bathroom. When she returned,
Pam was in her bed, the sheet pulled up. In the dim light, it was
obvious that she was fingering herself under the sheet.
Denise walked over and gently pulled back the sheet. Pam’s hand
was at her muff, several fingers buried in her twat.
“Hey, you don’t have to hide.” she said as she sat down on the
end of the bed.
As Pam continued to finger herself, Denise began caressing her own
body. “I know you like to watch, don’t you?”
Pam offered no reply, but continued her actions, watching her
roommate with rapt attention. Denise’s exhibitionist acts coincided
perfectly with Pam’s voyeurism.
Denise found herself getting nearly as much enjoyment out of being
watched. She felt her own climax nearing. When Pam shuddered in her
orgasm, Denise went over the top.
Before returning to her own bed, Denise hugged Pam to her.
For the next few days, Denise made no new overt moves. Their
masturbation sessions were becoming a nightly thing. Pam seemed to
accept her nudity in the room and seemed less concerned about her own
state of dress.
It was a few nights later when Denise made her next move. She was
returning from a late date when she found Pam leaning back in the
recliner, stroking herself. Denise stood at the head of the chair and
watched for a moment, before reaching over to stroke Pam’s boobs.
Pam moaned in response and increased her efforts. Denise
continued her efforts, pinching Pam’s swollen nipples. Before long,
Pam nearly shuddered as her orgasm hit her. Denise quietly bent over
and kissed her lightly.
Pam said nothing about Denise’s actions, but the scene was
repeated several times in the ensuing days.
Denise allowed things to continue at this level for awhile. The
following weekend, she decided to turn the heat up a notch. Pam was
out shopping and would be back shortly. Denise settled herself in the
same chair Pam used and began leisurely stroking herself. When she
heard the key in the door, she sped up her efforts.
Behind her, she heard Pam enter. She knew Pam could see her and
knew what she was doing. Would Pam respond and return the favor?
Denise heard footsteps and felt Pam’s presence behind her. She
continued her efforts, ignoring her roommate. Finally, she felt a pair
of hesitant hands reach for her tits. Denise thrust her breasts
against the exploring hands. Emboldened, Pam began caressing them in
earnest.
It was time to up the ante again. Denise slowly pressed the seat
back further. Softly, she said, “Kiss them, please…”.
Pam vacillated in her fondling for a moment, but then continued.
A moment later, she lowered her head to Denise’s left tit and warily
flicked her tongue across the nipple.
“Oh yes, that feels great.” Denise breathed. “More!”
Pam began sucking in earnest, first one breast and then the other.
Denise reached back with her free hand to Pam’s chest to stroke
Pam’s breasts. Hmmm, no bra under the blouse. Her roommate was
loosening up. She stroked the other girl’s tits through the thin
material. She could feel the nipples harden. Slowly, Denise
unbuttoned the blouse and caressed the naked mounds.
Sensing her climax nearing, Denise concentrated on herself. Pam
seemed to sense her readiness and increased her suckling. The
stimulation was enough to send Denise over the top to a thundering
orgasm.
Afterwards, she rose shakily from the chair and took Pam in her
arms, giving her a long soulful kiss by way of thanks.
A little later Denise came out of the bathroom to find Pam,
sitting naked on her bed, masturbating. “Want some help?” she
questioned. When there was no reply, Denise sat down on the bed next
to Pam and began caressing the breast nearest to her. When she leaned
over to kiss the other girl, Pam returned her kisses, their tongues
probing each other’s mouth. When Denise finally broke the kiss, it was
to lean down and suckle her roommate’s tit. Pam thrust her nipple
against the assaulting lips. When Denise slid a hand down to Pam’s
cunt, Pam slid her own fingers out of the way of the invading hand.
Denise continued sucking on Pam’s breasts as she fingered her
pussy. When she felt the girl’s climax nearing, she ceased her
suckling and lowered her head to the vagina she’d been fingering. It
took but a few strokes of her tongue before Pam reacted.
“Yes, yes, yes! I’m coming…..!”
Denise continued her licking, shortly bringing the brown-haired
girl to yet another orgasm.
“How can I thank you?” Pam queried.
Denise looked at her with a smile.
Pam quickly caught on. “But, of course! One good turn deserves
another. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Kiss me.”
The girls engaged in a lingering kiss, their tongues exploring
each others mouth. Denise broke the kiss long enough to say, “Play
with my tits.”
As they continued to kiss, Pam fondled her roommate’s breasts.
She did not have to be told her next duty. Breaking the kiss, she
lowered her mouth to Denise’s left breast to lick and suck it.
“Oh, yes. Now play with my pussy while you suck my tits.”
Pam eagerly began fingering the other girl’s cunt as she continued
her oral ministrations.
“Eat me!”
Pam dove between Denise’s spread legs and eagerly, if inexpertly
began licking her womanhood. Although new at this, she quickly figured
out what to do. Just do what would feel good to her.
Denise was going wild. She leaned back. “Lick my ass and play
with my cunt.” she commanded.
Pam was quick to obey, first licking the crack, then thrusting her
tongue into Denise’s asshole.
Denise could feel her orgasm nearing. “I’m almost there. Eat my
pussy.”
Pam switched her concentration back to the other girl’s cunt,
increasing her efforts until Denise nearly shrieked with joy as she
climaxed.
“Ahhh, that was great.” She looked long at the other girl. “You
enjoyed that almost as much as I did, didn’t you.”
“Yes.”
Denise though about what had happened. Her mousy little roommate
was now her willing sex slave. This could be very interesting.

Damn, she was getting good, Denise thought about Pam. Her
roommate had become expert at pleasing a girl. And more submissive all
the time.
Denise knew Pam was a virgin. Have to correct that. All in good
time. She had just the guy to do it. Keep it in the family. Her
brother Chris would be perfect. But first, she had to get Pam ready.
She’d introduced Pam to a vibrator, both for use on herself and
others. Denise had to admit to her own voyeuristic tendencies. She
got off watching Pam frig her cunt or ass with a vibrator almost as
much as when Pam used one on her.
The evening had gone well. Popping out of a cake dressed in a
bikini for a birthday surprise had been fun, but the real fun had come
later. It was a surprise for one of the members of the soccer team.
After things got really going, she’d had fun with the entire team.
After the birthday boy had gotten in his licks (and sucks, and fucks),
she’d had the entire team. More than once, she’d taken on three guys
at once.
Her cunt and ass were still full of cum when she walked into the
dorm room. Pam was waiting for her. She quickly undressed and laid on
her bed. “Eat my snatch.” she ordered the other girl.
Pam obediently placed herself between Denise’s legs and began
lapping her cunt. As Denise described the events of the evening, Pam
increased her efforts.
“Like the taste of jism? Well, we’ll do something about that this
weekend. Right now, keep licking, I’m almost there.” In little time,
she exploded in yet another climax.
The rest of the week was uneventful. On Friday night, they
checked into a nearby hotel to await Chris’s arrival the next morning.
When Chris arrived the next morning, Denise had Pam ready. After the
small talk was dispensed with, it was time for action.
Denise turned on some soft music. She sat her brother down in a
chair. Turning to Pam, she said, “Dance for us, a little strip tease.”
Pam obediently began to sway to the music, slowly undoing the
buttons of her blouse. Once her blouse had been removed, her skirt
slowly followed suit. After Pam had lingeringly removed her panties,
Denise told her, “Enough for now. Play with yourself.”
Clad in demi-bra, garterbelt, stockings and heels, Pam continued
to slowly dance while she caressed her body. When she appeared quite
aroused, Denise ordered her to stop again.
She ordered Pam to kneel between her brother’s legs. “Unzip his
pants. Good, now pull out his prick. That’s right, now stroke it.
Okay, pull his pants off.”
“Now, kiss the head of his dick. Okay, play with his balls.
Good, now suck his cock.”
As Denise watched, Pam continued to blow her brother,
enthusiastically, if not expertly deep throating his cock while gently
caressing his balls. All the while, Chris was moaning with pleasure.
“That’s it, keep sucking. Deeper. Swallow it. All the way down
to the root.”
Pam compliantly followed orders, deep throating Chris’s cock.
Almost gagging, she continued to suck his engorged penis, stroking his
testicles at the same time.
When it became obvious that Chris was nearing climax, Denise
ordered, “You will swallow all his cum, every last drop.”
Moments later, when Chris erupted, Pam took his entire phallus
down her throat, assuring her getting his entire load.
Pam’s ordeal was far from over. While Chris recuperated, Denise
presented her snatch and commanded the other girl to lick it. The
spectacle of the lesbian action only quickened Chris’s recovery.
When Denise had obtained her own satisfaction and saw that her
brother was ready for another round, she directed Pam to fellatiate him
again. When his cock was at full attention and well-lubricated with
Pam’s saliva, Denise ordered her onto the bed on hands and knees.
Chris, divining his sister’s intention, positioned himself between
Pam’s legs and placed the head of his prick between the globes of her
ass, at the entrance to her anus.
Seeing the look on Pam’s face, Denise demanded, “Don’t say a word.

Take what you get.”
When Chris first parted her anal ring, Pam winced and bit her lip
to stifle a cry. As he began to further violate her asshole, she
fucked back at the invading prick, forcing it deeper into her bowels.
Chris reacted by increasing the speed of his thrusts, pounding into her
virgin asshole.
Meanwhile, Denise knelt before her. “Eat my snatch.” she
demanded. Pam buried her face in the redhead’s muff, sucking her clit
while her asshole was being reamed.
At last, Chris bathed her innards with another load of cum, as his
sister climaxed from the oral ministrations she was receiving.
Denise gave Pam no respite, ordering her to suck Chris’s cock back
to life again. Before long, his prick was again rampant.
This time, Denise commanded Pam to lie on her back, legs spread.
Chris positioned himself at her cunt, ready for the final deflowering.
“Okay, Chris, ram it in her. Pop her cherry.”
Chris thrust his swollen manhood into Pam’s waiting pussy. Pam
let out a cry as her hymen ruptured. Chris gave her no respite,
pistoning in and out of her pussy.
Pam accepted the onslaught, clenching down with her vaginal
muscles. Chris continued fucking until his prick exploded with his
third load of cum. Exhausted, he rolled off Pam onto the bed.

I’m in heaven, Denise thought, as she eagerly sucked the red-
headed cunt before her. At the same time, her own snatch was being
eaten by the brunette.
The red pussy was quickly replaced by a blonde one. Denise wasted
no time resuming her cunnilingus on the new pussy, as everyone adjusted
to the new addition.
Everybody was here now. Soon it would be time to get ready for
the party. But, for now, it was time to enjoy each other. Dennie
could feel her climax nearing as Pam licked. She redoubled her effort
on Judy’s quim.
She felt Judy tremble as her expert tonguing took the blonde over
the top. Her own orgasm was not far behind.
The foursome rested on the bed for a few hours until it was time
to get ready.
Judy dressed all in black. Black stockings, black leather skirt,
black leather low-cut vest that laced in the front, and black heels.
Dennie opted for a green outfit. Green bikini top, heels, and an
almost floor-length skirt, but slit to the hips on both sides. Sue was
wearing a blue micro miniskirt and sheer blouse.
Pam was dressed the most seemingly modestly. A white dress with
long skirt that buttoned up to her neck.
As the guests arrived, they were greeted warmly by their
hostesses. Before long, the party was in full swing.
As time past, the partying became more raucous. Subtle feels were
giving way to overt groping. Following orders, Pam had slowly been
undoing buttons on her dress. First, several from the bottom, then one
at the top. As time went by, more and more of her nylon-clad legs were
revealed.
By the time the dress was undone to near her crotch and her
breasts were nearly exposed, she was approached by one of the men.
“Where have you been hiding? You’re a luscious little treat.”
With that, he took her in his arms and kissed her.
Pam responded to his kisses, opening her mouth to admit his
tongue. As they kissed, his hands roamed over her body. Cupping her
buttocks, a suspicion grew in his mind. He slid his hand between their
bodies. His fingers parted the already mostly opened dress near Pam’s
crotch. Sliding upward, they encountered Pam’s naked pussy.
As the probing fingers explored, Pam parted her legs slightly to
allow better access. A finger slipped deep into her cunt.
Suddenly, the finger was removed. Her would-be lover was led away
by another girl, apparently his date.
The by-play had not been missed. Judy was sitting on the couch
nearby. Her vest now undone, her tits were being caressed by a man on
one side, a girl on the other. She’d watched Pam’s actions. She
called her over.
“I think it’s time to take off your dress, Pam.”
Pam obeyed, undoing the last buttons left holding the dress closed
and letting it drop to the floor. Underneath the seemingly modest
dress it was revealed that she wore only stockings, garter belt, and a
cupless bra.
“Eat me, dear.” Judy told her.
Pam obediently dropped to her knees between Judy’s widespread
legs, slid up Judy’s skirt to exposed her blonde muff, and lowered her
mouth to the waiting pussy.
Judy leaned back and groaned as Pam’s tongue explored her moist
cunt. Without needing to be told, the girl on Judy’s left replaced her
hand with her lips, sucking on Judy’s swollen nipple.
Judy meanwhile had undone the man’s pants to her right and was
stroking his erect cock.
It didn’t take long for Judy to climax from Pam’s ministrations.
She looked down at Pam afterward. “Bill would just love a blow job,”
indicating the man whose prick she’d been stroking.
Pam dutifully positioned herself in front of Bill and swallowed
his dick. Meanwhile, Judy was sucking another dick that had been
presented to her.
Pam rapidly brought Bill off, swallowing his entire load of cum.
She looked at Judy expectantly.
“Betty needs her cunt licked.” Judy told her.
Harry, whose cock Judy had been sucking, moved out of the way.
Pam placed herself between Betty’s legs and eagerly began licking her.
Meanwhile, Harry knelt behind Pam. “Spread your legs.” Judy ordered.
As Pam obeyed, she felt Harry’s member at the entrance to her
vagina. He thrust into her, burying himself deep inside her. Pam
increased the vigor of her licking as Harry impaled her, fucking her
hard.
Across the room, Dennie had discarded her top and was leaning over
a chair as another girl greedily sucked on her tits. Her skirt was
bunched up around her waist as a guy fucked her from behind.
Two men who had been watching Pam commented to Judy, “she almost
acts like your slave.”
“She is.”
“Nah…”
“Watch. You two want her?”
“You bet!”
Betty was reaching her second orgasm when Harry finally came.
After he pulled out, Pam looked at Judy, as if for orders.
“Okay, now these two gentlemen. Guys, what’s your pleasure?”
“A blow job.”
“I’ll fuck her ass while she blows you.”
Pam needed no coaxing. As she knelt on all fours, a stiff prick
was presented to her waiting mouth, while the guy behind her was
loosing up her asshole in preparation for his cock. Before long, she
was being assaulted from both ends, eagerly sucking the cock that was
actively fucking her mouth and grinding her hips against the one
reaming her asshole.
Sue, meanwhile, was watching the action from another chair,
straddling her partner’s lap, his prick buried in her cunt. Her blouse
now open, his hands were reaching around to fondle her exposed breasts.
The two men continued to fuck the willing girl. “God, her
asshole’s tight!”
“And she sucks like a vacuum.”
Pam continued her actions, bringing the prick she was sucking to
an explosive climax. A short while later, her ass was also filled with
a load of cum.
Sue quickly called Pam over. “Suck his balls and my twat.”
Pam placed her mouth at the juncture of the two bodies and began
flogging the exposed parts with her tongue. The sensation drove Sue
wild. “Don’t stop! Keep it up! More!” she cried as she crested to
an orgasm. Pam continued, driving Sue to yet another climax as her
partner filled her with his jism.
Others were starting to catch on to the situation. Another man
walked over to Pam. “Suck my balls and stroke my dick, I want to come
all over your tits.”
Pam acquiescently positioned herself properly and began tonguing
his testicles as she stroked his manhood. It seemed to grow in size
under her care. When she felt his balls tightened, she increased her
efforts and was rewarded with a layer of cum over her tits as she
rubbed the head of his penis over her boobs.
And so it went the rest of the evening.

Two Moist Cunts Riding Throbbing Cock

Administrator — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 14:55:10 +0000

A kinky episode happened two summers later. Mary was working
for a bank in a ritzy resort town. Her bank manager needed some
video survellience equipment installed and Mary recommended me.

Her boss (a late 30’s divorcee) called me and offered the
job. It was going to take me about two weeks to complete
everything she wanted done at the bank and at home, so she
offered to put me up at her place while I did the work. When I
got there and talked to Mary, I found out that her boss had been
punishing her ass every Friday night since she started work, and
Mary loved it. I also found out the real reason the boss (I can’t
remember her name so I will call her Linda) wanted the video
equipment was to catch her employees (tellers at the bank and
maid at home) doing something wrong so she could try to punish
them.

I did the work at her house first, because the maid was out
of town for the week and Linda wanted the cameras hidden from the
maid. That Friday night, we tried out the cameras and recorder by
taping Linda and I punishing Mary. Linda really enjoyed getting
licked by Mary while I fucked Mary’s cunt and ass. That Saturday,
the three of us romped around the house and pool stark naked,
sucking and fucking everything we could. Linda may have been
twice our age but she was a really enthusiastic fucker.

Saturday night we went to dinner and an x-rated movie. Both
ladies wore tube tops, denim miniskirts and sandles (no bras, no
panties) and they were very hot. After the movie, we bent Mary of
the hood of the car, pulled up her skirt and spanked her ass
right there in the parking lot. Then Linda pulled down Mary’s
tube top and we both sucked on her tits, fingering her cunt and
ass until Mary was begging for a fucking. We allowed Mary to
strip completely naked and suck my cock a bit, then we laid her
out on the hood of the car again, this time face up. As I opened
her legs and slid my cock into her hot juicy cunt, Linda hiked up
her skirt and sat her cunt down on Mary’s mouth. Later we went
back to Linda’s for a late night swim and more fucking.

On Sunday Linda’s maid Rosetta returned. She was a fleshy
little mexican girl, slightly younger than Mary, but still legal
age. Linda, Mary and I watched her for more than an hour from the
control room, before we saw her unpack a few ounces of pot. We
rewound the tape and set it up to playback to the TV in the
living room. Mary brought Rosetta into the living room and Linda
began her act. Eventually Rosetta was begging Linda not to call
the police or immigration, saying that she would do anything for
us. Linda told her that she needed to be properly punished and
that the three of us would do it. Then she told Rosetta to strip.
Rosetta hesitated and Linda nodded to Mary and me. I grabbed
Rosetta’s arms and Mary began to unbutton Rosetta’s uniform. We
dropped the uniform to the floor leaving Rosetta wearing just her
bra, panties and shoes. Linda told her that she was to obey every
command we give her or she would be turned over to the police for
them to strip-search. Rosetta nodded and fumbled with her bra
until it popped free and she slowly exposed her big fleshy tits.
She was bigger and fleshier than Mary. Linda told Mary and me to
measure Rosetta. We took a cloth tape measure and measured around
her chest, and then around each tit, and then across each areola
and then between nipples and finally we measured how long we
could make her nipples grow. She shivered everytime Mary pulled
or stroked her nips. Then Linda told her to strip off her
panties. She slowly peeled then down to show us the hairiest
pussy I have ever seen. Linda had her turn around to make sure
the cameras got a good view of her for posterity. Then Linda told
her that she needed to be cleaned up before any further
inspection could take place.

We brought her to the master bedroom and I reset the
controls to videotape the bedroom instead of the living room. We
put Rosetta on the bed and Mary and I held her legs up and open
so that Linda and the camera would have a good view. Linda then
got her equipment out and proceeded to cut off all of Rosetta’s
pubic hair. Then she shaved the stubble, even having us turn
Rosetta over onto her knees so that Linda could shave her ass. I
had seen a shaven cunt in porno movies but this was the first one
I had the chance to play with. Then Linda had us take Rosetta
into the bathroom and stand her in the tub. Linda prepared an
enema bag (I had only heard about these, Mary had already been
introduced to them by Linda).

Mary and I watched (and played with each other) while Linda
lubricated Rosetta’s asshole, inserted the nozzle and filled her
ass with hot soapy water. After two enemas, we let her shower,
with us watching of course. Then we returned to the living room.
Mary and I then measured the rest of Rosetta. How large her hips
were, how log her slit was, how long her clit was, how far from
her cunt to her asshole, etc. Then Linda brought out a long dildo
and inserted it into Rosetta’s cunt. Then we bent her over and
Mary and I held her arms so her tits dangled down free. Her legs
were spread wide and Linda began the spanking. She spanked
Rosetta until her asscheeks were a hot pink. Then she had Mary
and I deliver a slap to each cheek.

We stood her up. Linda told her to undress Mary. She
hesitated but did it after another slap on the ass from Linda. As
she uncovered Mary’s tits Linda told her to kiss them to
apologize for being so naughty. Rosetta slowly kissed Mary’s
right nipple just enough to have done it. Then Linda told her to
suck Mary’s left one.Rosetta hesitated again, until Linda poked a
finger between her asscheeks and into her asshole. Linda had her
take off Mary’s panties and kiss her pubic mound and then had
Mary turn around and bend over. Linda pushed Rosetta’s face
against Mary’s ass and instructed her to kiss and lick Mary’s
pale ass. Linda was finger fucking Rosetta’s asshole while
Rosetta performed. When she told Rosetta to strip and suck me.
Rosetta did not hesitate, but got her ass fingered by Mary
anyway. She was a good cock sucker and after all the playing Mary
and I had done, I came fairly quickly filling Rosetta’s mouth.
Linda warned her not to lose a single drop of my cum, but to
swallow it all. Then Linda presented herself to be stripped and
kissed by Rosetta. She held Rosetta’s head while she sucked on
Linda’s tits. She did a good sucking this time. When Linda was
completely naked she sat down on the couch and spread her legs.
She told Rosetta that she should lick her mistresses cunt. Mary
and I grabbed Rosetta’s arms and pushed her down to her knees in
front of Linda’s wet cunt. We began slapping Rosetta’s ass
lightly until she surrendered and began licking. She seemed to
service Linda quite well with proper instruction from Linda. Mary
wanted to get fucked so she sucked me until I was erect and then
we fucked watching Rosetta do her lesbian duties. When Linda was
finished cumming and I had shot a load of cum (not much but some)
into Mary’s cunt, Linda took the dildo out of Rosetta and
positioned her over Mary for a 69ing. Mary absolutely devoured
that hot hairless cunt. And Rosetta licked my cum out of Mary’s
hole. After they were finished, we sent Rosetta to make lunch and
bring it to us at the pool. She was told to stay completely
naked. We lounged a poolside naked until Rosetta brought lunch.
Then as we ate lunch, we had Rosetta orally perform on each of
us. Not enough to make us cum, but enough to please us and keep
Rosetta busy.

We swam and sunned ourselves all afternoon, while Rosetta
did her normal duties (still naked). That evening Rosetta made
and served dinner naked and again orally serviced us while we
ate. After dinner, we retired to the living room and watched a
replay of Rosetta’s strip, inspection, cleaning and oral
servitude. Rosetta was then told to lay out on the floor and
masterbate for us. She spread her legs and fingered her hot
hairless cunt for 5 minutes before she was near cumming. Then
Mary and Linda knelt beside her and held her arms and legs, so
that she could not continue her fingering and could not prevent
me from accessing her slick cunt. Linda asked Rosetta if she was
ready to fuck me. When Rosetta asked her not to let me fuck her,
Linda instructed me to poke the dildo into Rosetta’s cunt. It
slid in so easy,and Rosetta moaned all the way. Linda repeated
her question and Rosetta just shook her head. Linda then told me
to pump the dildo into her. I slowly began sliding it in and out,
and Rosetta began writhing. Linda stopped me and repeated her
question. Rosetta shook her head (slower and less than before).
Linda had me pump the dildo a bit faster. Rosetta moaned louder
this time and really tried to wiggle her hips. Linda stopped me
again and repeated the question. This time Rosetta nodded yes.
Linda told Rosetta to say it. Rosetta asked Linda to let me “do”
her. Linda told her that she would have to be more explicit in
her sexual requests. Rosetta asked her to let me fuck her. Linda
motioned for me to move closer. I scooted closer and took my cock
and slowly moved the head up and down her wet slit parting her
fleshy cuntlips. Linda told Rosetta to ask for it again. Rosetta
began begging for a fucking and Linda told me to fuck her silly.
I plunged into her and she moaned and groaned as I fucked her hot
slick cunthole. I had cum in her mouth twice already that night
and this fuck was going to take a long time. After Rosetta’s
second orgrasm, Linda and Mary let go of her and they laid down
for some 69ing next to us. When they finished, they had me stop
and they moved Rosetta over a hassock and I slid into her cunt
from behind. I did not last much longer watching Linda and Mary
pulling on Rosetta’s tits and getting their own sucked on by the
girl I was fucking.

We rested a long time and then after desert sent Rosetta to
bed with another spanking. We retired to Linda’s bedroom to watch
(and record) Rosetta fingering herself. We fell into bed and
sucked and fucked a while before falling asleep. The next day we
went to the bank and all did our jobs with only the slightest of
snickers when we looked at each other. That night before dinner
Linda had Rosetta shower with each of us. First with Linda and
then with Mary and finally with me. We washed her tits and cunt
and ass until she was squeaky clean. We had her wash all of our
sensitive parts as well and use her mouth where appropriate.
Since I was the last to get washed and I saved her cocksucking
until the end, Linda used that time to give Rosetta another
enema. After she filled Rosetta ass with the soapy water, she
stuffed a butt plug into her. Then Linda and Mary began spanking
Rosetta’s ass. The first slap caused her to close her mouth
around my cock a bit too tight, but Linda warned her to be gentle
with my cock or they would have to use paddles or straps to
punish her ass. After that Rosetta was very careful with my cock
in her mouth. They spanked her (not too hard but hard enough) in
synch with her cocksucking action so that my cock was deep into
her mouth as a hand landed on her asscheek. I finally shot a huge
load of cum into her mouth. It was too much for Rosetta to
swallow all at once and some dribbled out of her mouth. Linda
stood her up and she and Mary licked Rosetta’s face clean. Then
they bent her over to my cock and had her lick all the cum off my
cock. I got out of the shower and Linda pulled the plug out of
Rosetta’s butt and let her sit on the toilet. Then Rosetta had to
get back into the shower, and masterbate for us with the handheld
shower head. Her giggling tits were really sexy when she started
cumming.

At dinner, Rosetta had to serve us naked again, and service
us orally as well. After dinner, Linda dug out a videotape for us
to watch. It was about 3 girls getting their asses fucked at a
summer resort. We tied Rosetta into a large stuffed chair, with
her butt scooted toward the front and her legs over the arms of
the chair. She was in a perfect position to watch the movie and
get licked at the same time. And we each ate her to two orgasms
(six total). After the movie, we untied Rosetta and took her into
the dining room. Linda bent her over to hold onto the table with
her hands. Her tits were dangling down like full udders wanting
to get milked. With her legs spread her hairless cunt and ass
glistened with her cum and our saliva. Linda had me get in front
of her and had her take my cock in her mouth. Then Linda and Mary
began to lubricate her virgin asshole with softened butter. They
each held one asscheek aside and alternated pokes into her
backdoor. Rosetta moaned softly with my ever enlarging cockhead
in her mouth. The ladies stretched Rosetta’s asshole with each
probe until she could take two fingers into her tail, then they
began pumping two fingers in and out. Linda had Mary insert a
finger from each hand and pull Rosetta’s asshole open so she
could push more butter inside. When Linda felt that Rosetta’s
asshole was stretched and slick enough, she had me pull out of
Rosetta’s mouth and she took a handfull of soft butter and
slathered my raging hardon with it. My cock was just an inch or
two from Rosetta’s mouth. Linda asked Rosetta if she wanted me to
cum, Rosetta said yes. Linda rubbed my cock head on Rosetta’s
cheeks and lips and asked her if she wanted me to cum inside her,
Rosetta said yes. Linda had Mary poke two fingers into Rosetta’s
asshole and rubbed my buttery cock across her lips and asked if
she wanted me to cum inside her ass, Rosetta said yes. Linda had
me move behind Rosetta and Linda put a chair in front where I
was. She sat in the chair so she could watch Rosetta’s face and
play with her big dangling tits. Linda told Mary to take hold of
my cock and rub it up and down Rosetta’s crack. She told Rosetta
that she would have to ask me to fuck her virgin ass before they
would let me inside Rosetta’s asshole. Rosetta asked me to fuck
her ass. Linda told her to ask us to ‘deflower her virgin ass’.
Rosetta asked Mary and I to ‘deflower her virgin ass’. Linda told
Mary to insert just the head of my cock into Rosetta’s backdoor.
Mary put one arm around Rosetta’s waist and with the other pushed
my cockhead into Rosetta’s hot buttered asspucker. Her asshole
was so hot and so tight, she held my cock tight, but she was so
buttery slick that she wouldn’t keep me out. Linda pinched
Rosetta’s nipples and told her that she was no longer a virgin
ass, but that I wasn’t going to fuck her until she asked us to
make her into a sluty assfucker. Rosetta pleaded with Linda to
let me fuck her ass. Linda repeated that Rosetta would have to
ask us to make her into a sluty assfucker and pulled on her hard
nipples until she winced. Rosetta asked Mary and I to make her
into a sluty assfucker. Linda told Mary to push my cock all the
way into Rosetta’s ass. Mary reached behind me and slowly pushed
me into Rosetta’s backdoor. Her ass was so tight, she felt like a
glove gently fitted onto my cock. The buttering made it so easy
to slide in despite her tightness. When I was all the way in,
Linda had us stop and told Mary to kneel down beside Rosetta.
After she got used to having a cock fill her ass, Rosetta began
to slowly squirm her ass back at me. Linda asked Rosetta if she
was ready to become a hot sluty assfucker. Rosetta said yes and
begged to get her ass fucked. Linda told me I could start fucking
her for all she was worth (her ass was worth alot). I slowly
pulled almost all the way out as Rosetta moaned. When I pushed
back in (a bit faster), Rosetta moaned even loader. I steadily
increased the speed of my strokes and Linda increased her playing
with Rosetta’s tits. Mary didn’t want to be left out so she
started playing with Rosetta’s slick cunt. Rosetta began to suck
on Linda’s small pointed tits and almost bit them when she came.
We gave her two orgasms before the tight warmth of her ass got me
to unload my cum into her tail. That night we tied Rosetta to her
bed so she couldn’t play with herself. Later in the week, we
watched some more movies, this time I sat in the chair and each
lady climbed on and impaled her ass onto my cock and laid back
against me. We would watch the movie while the other two ladies
would be licking her cunt and my balls. We ended the evening with
Mary and Rosetta 69ing while I fucked Rosetta’s ass (not quite as
tight as the first time, but still great).

On Friday night, we went out to dinner with all three ladies
wearing just light summer dresses and NO bras, panties,
pantyhose, etc. When we got back, Linda had us come out to the
pool and had Rosetta strip on the diving board and jump into the
pool, Mary was next, then me and finally Linda joined us and we
spent most of the night fucking and sucking and eating. On
Saturday morning, I was awakened by a hairless cunt being pressed
to my mouth. I began licking at it, thinking that Linda had made
Rosetta wake me up this way. When I felt another hairless cunt
mounting my cock I opened my eyes and realized that this wasn’t
Rosetta I was licking, it was Mary. When I had gotten Mary to
cum, she rolled off and I saw Linda riding my cock. Linda told me
that she and Rosetta had woken Mary with a surprise shaving and
that she decided to join them. After we both came, Linda took me
into the bathroom and we had a leisurely shower. When we got out,
we went to the dining room to find Rosetta and Mary had laid out
a fine breakfast and had climbed onto the table to be offer their
hairless cunts for eating as well. Linda and I rotated between
the two cunts and all the other tasty food on the table. Finally
we finished breakfast and we all went to shower (we had gotten a
little sticky from honey, jam, maple syrup,etc).

I had to catch a noon train for home and Linda was going to
drive me to the station. She had me get into the back seat of her
car and had Mary and Rosetta get on each side of me. They were
still stark naked. As we pulled away from the house Linda told
them to give me a good going-away sucking. And I reached down to
bury my fingers into both of their hot cunts to give them one
last finger-fuck.

Meet In Flesh

Administrator — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 16:02:14 +0000

I walked off the jetway and spotted her right away. Even though
I had a GIF picture of her, I wasn’t sure if I’d know her, but there
was no doubt in my mind. I stepped up to her and asked, “Cindy?”

“Ed?” She smiled at me, hesitating. I know how she felt, I
felt the same way. Here was this person I had been… well, intimate
with, all via computer, and now we were seeing each other in person
and still felt awkward. I gave her a hug, and she murmured in my ear,
“It’s good to hold you, finally.”

I stepped back for a moment to appraise her better. She did
look good in person, tall and slim but with a full, shapely figure. I
thought to myself, “I am a lucky guy.”

We were still a little nervous as we got into her car. We
chattered about all kinds of things, not getting to the point yet.
I’m not a kid, but I felt like I was on my first date. I was looking
straight ahead and blathering about something I can’t recall. Then I
felt her warm hand move over onto my thigh.

It was an electric moment, almost literally. I felt myself
getting excited right there on the freeway. I looked over and our
eyes met. I knew this was going to work out fine.

There was no more need to talk. Her hand was stroking my leg
and making me crazy. She was smiling over at me, like the cat eying a
canary, and her fingers were doing the walking. Up my thigh, slowly
and softly. And like a cat, she suddenly pounced! I gasped for a
second, trying to maintain my decorum. She rubbed my bulging crotch
and I swear she let out a little purr.

With terrible timing, we came up to some traffic and she had to
shift gears. Not wanting the moment to end, I decided it was my turn.
My hand moved over to her leg. It felt great through the thin cloth
of her slacks, slim and muscular. I had wondered if she was
describing herself accurately to me on the computer.

You see, we had met online, on GEnie. I’m a bit of a flirt, but
not really adventurous by nature. I don’t even remember how we became
friends, but it didn’t take long before we became a lot more than
that. We’d meet almost every night, at first in the chat area and
then moving over to Imagine*Nation, which is like chat combined with
an adventure game. We would lock ourselves into an online hotel room
and ravish one another. It was amazing, how realistic it felt. She’d
rub my back and nibble my ears, and I’d lick her until she cried out
for mercy. She told me she liked giving oral sex, and that she really
got off on swallowing. Music to my ears, if she wasn’t just getting
into a heavy fantasy trip.

I was about to find out.

We got to the hotel and I ran inside to check in. Neither of us
had eaten dinner, so we decided to go out and grab a bite. I tried to
talk her into room service, but she just laughed and told me to wait.

We sat next to each other in a small booth, getting close and
really feeling comfortable with each other. Still, it’s different, in
person, and we still had some exploring to do. Playfully I put my
hand back on her thigh and she let me explore for a moment before she
giggled and shooed me off.

“It’s not very dark here,” she said to me in a throaty voice.

“I know,” I groaned.

“Poor baby.”

But when the food arrived, somehow her hand found its way under
my napkin. It was really hard to concentrate on my sandwich. She was
just using her fingertips, running them up and down my cock. She
toyed with my zipper for a moment, then blushed and pulled back her
hand.

“I don’t want you to have to walk out of here all hunched over,”
she whispered to me.

“Got that right.”

Finally we got back to my hotel. On the way up the elevator we
grabbed each other passionately. All the way up to my floor near the
top of the hotel, our tongues explored each other. I ran my hands up
and down her back and caressed her bottom. A nice bottom, to be
sure.

Panting just a little, we entered my room. I moved to grab her
but she just skipped past me over to the window, opening the drapes.

“Great view!” She stood there, staring at the city spread
before us, all dark with jewels of light scattered all around.

I nodded behind her, not looking at the buildings much.

I walked up to her and put my arms around her waist from behind.
I nuzzled her neck and her ears. She sighed and relaxed into me.
Feeling adventurous, I reached up to her breasts. Oh lord, she had
nice ones! Full and firm. Keeping one hand up there, I moved my
other one down her belly. I heard a sharp intake of breath. A good
sign. I moved my hand down to her groin. It was warm. Very warm.
She was leaning back against me and breathing heavily. She started
running herself against me.

“Cindy, let’s back away from the window for a minute.”

She didn’t answer. Standing in front of a window more than 20
stories above downtown, she started unbuttoning her blouse. I helped
her. In a flash, she was down to a pretty lace bra and matching
panties, still with her back to me and facing the window. I unclasped
her bra and tossed it off. Her nipples were firm against my palms.

I knelt down and pulled off her panties. I kissed her all over
the back of her ass and her thighs as she stood there, naked in the
window. I reached around and rubbed her pussy. She was incredibly
hot and wet. She ground herself against my hand making low noises.

Keeping one hand inside her, I peeled off my clothes. It
wasn’t easy but it sure was a good cause. I stood up behind her and
pressed myself against her. Somehow I wasn’t all the way hard at the
moment. Probably because of the window. I’m not an exhibitionist,
personally.

Cindy turned around, finally, and looked down at me. She moved
her hands down my belly and I shivered. She took my semi-hard shaft
in one hand and moved up and down, very softly. We kissed deeply.
She stroked me a little faster, then stepped back a moment.

She smiled. “You never can tell how big these things are going
to get!” The she looked a little sober. “I think you’ll be a little
to big for me to take all the way in my mouth.”

I have no way of knowing how big I am. I never considered
myself huge or anything. But a guy doesn’t have much to compare
himself with, right? Who was I to argue with flattery.

She knelt down and kissed the tip of my cock. I closed my eyes
and leaned forward against the window. She had one hand on my ass,
the other at the base of my cock. She squeezed my cock rhythmically
while licking my knob. Then I felt her lips move around me. She
stroked me with her hand while nibbling me lightly. I looked down and
saw that she was having trouble getting it in. Inwardly I cursed.
Then I felt her tongue on me and she started stroking me in earnest.

“This will work,” I thought. I closed my eyes again. Faster
and faster, with her lips at the tip and tongue working fast, she
stroked me, up and down. I felt my knees growing weak. This was
fantastic! With her other hand she encouraged me to move my hips a
little. She was stroking me, licking me…]

“Oh god Cindy…” I said, groaning. In a moment I was cumming.
True to her word, she didn’t back off for a second. She kept her lips
on me, taking all my cum in her mouth, stroking me with her soft
hand, milking it all out of me. I felt like I had never cum so hard
in my life.

Finally, I pulled her off me. She stood and game me a warm hug.
We kissed, and I guess I tasted myself on her lips. I could feel her
squirming so I started working my way down her fine body. I sucked on
her neck, then down to her full breasts.

“Bite them,” she whispered. I started gently nipping at her
nipples, but she said, “Harder! I want you to bite them a lot
harder.”

I bit harder. I never met anyone who wanted me to do that
before, but she didn’t want me to be gentle at all. I tried not to do
any permanent damage, but the harder I bit the hotter she got. She
was gasping hard.

I moved down, licking her belly, then knelt and put my lips to
her pussy. She tasted nice, a mild and spicy flavor. No time to stop
and sightsee though, she needed me and fast! I put my lips to her
swollen clit and started working my tongue around her.

“I don’t think I can do this standing up,” I heard her say. She
lay down on the carpet and I got back to work on her. I licked her
fast and hard, working my head around in little circles, occasionally
reaching up to pinch her nipples. She had hold of my head and was
pressing me into her. I licked as fast as I could. Glancing up, I
saw her stomach tense and her back arch. Very quicky, she came. Her
legs began to twitch and she came again. I kept licking her but
slowed down as she relaxed. Finally I came up for air.

She opened her eyes and said, “I don’t usually cum that fast.”

I smiled. “You were kinda ready, you know.”

She smiled back and we cuddled for a minute. She started
stroking me again.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet,” I told her.

She started whispering in my ear. “I want you to fuck me right
in the window. I want to feel your great big cock filling me up.”
She licked my ear. She was definitely getting my attention. “I don’t
care if anyone can see us, I want you and I want you now!”

She was getting me, too. Smiling, she got on her hands and
knees in the window and pulled me behind her, doggie style. She
lifted up her ass and pulled me to her. She was still wet, and I
entered her in a moment. She started making noises again, so I
decided not to worry about grace and just pumped for all I was worth.
In and out, I watched myself jam it to her soft pussy and I listened
to her moan. She thrashed her head around and bounced her ass into
me.

I groaned as she leaned forward and my cock fell out of her, but
she just rolled on her back and pulled me in again. She wrapped those
long legs around me and we both started pumping again. She bit my
neck. I kissed her eyes. All the while my cock was moving in and out
like a piston in an engine. She was making those animal noises and
all at once she came. I kept on moving as all her muscles went tense
and her eyes rolled back.

She smiled up at me and rolled me over, getting on top. Sitting
straight up on my cock, she started bobbing up and down. I looked up
at her and enjoyed the show. Her tits were dancing there in the dim
city lights. She looked truly fine, with her slim waist and great
round hips. She especially looked good on my cock. Her eyes were
closed and she was lost in the rhythm. Then she leaned down to me and
started rubbing our bellies together. I arched my back and lifted my
knees so I could pump into her. She started gasping and I felt myself
getting close, too.

“Oh Ed!” She got off, and she got me off too. I must have
filled her with a quart of hot cum while I felt her moaning and
writhing on me.

By dawn, we both were exhausted and fell into a deep slumber.
When we woke up there was no more time for fun, I had to get to the
meeting I was really in town for. Afterward, she picked me up and
drove me to the airport.

I don’t know when I’ll get to see her again in person, but
somehow I know that when we meet online, it will be even better than
before. And sooner or later I’ll have business back in her town.
Despite our busy night, there are plenty of things we still want to
try on each other.

out in the woods 1st time outdoor sex

Administrator — Tue, 07 Aug 2007 19:50:19 +0000

Archive-name: First/outwood.mff

Archive-author: William Bloom

Archive-title: Out in the Woods

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

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

foot of the mountains. Things were a little uncomfortable for

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

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

to be there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

could imagine what April had been telling her.

Ellen was kind of pretty. She usually wore clothes that

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

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

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

anyway.

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

definitely out of place with just about anyone. April was

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

staying by April’s side all day long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it.

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

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

told me.

“So?”

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

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

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

doesn’t,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

twenty minute hike.

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

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

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

quietly as possible.

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

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

shirt in the bag.

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

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

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

April for sending me up here.

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

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

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

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

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

clothes on.

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

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

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

it.

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

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

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

shivered a few times, then sat up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

panties. Again, she spread herself in the sun.

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

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

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

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

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

front of her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it, I still could not see her.

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

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

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

her pussy.

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

began to walk towards me.

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

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

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

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

hand wandered down and rubbed my crotch.

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

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

happening.

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

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

crotch.

“Never?”

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

each other, but it’s not the same.”

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

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

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

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

kinky.

“Maybe I can help,” I said.

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

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

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

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

looked surprised at what she was doing.

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

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

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

threw them to the side.

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

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

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

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

tiny drop of jism on the tip.

She moved closer and lightly flicked it with her tongue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

furiously pump in and out.

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

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

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

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

getting harder than before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

treat for me as it was her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I turned my attention back towards the girl under me.

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

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

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

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

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

cunt was trying to swallow my dick whole.

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

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

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

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

face.

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

that April had cum, too.

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

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

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

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

to me. She was fuck crazy.

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

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

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

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

both came.

We collapsed on the grass and breathed together for some

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

April surprised me again, and again.

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Wife Threesome Sex

Administrator — Wed, 01 Aug 2007 20:59:55 +0000

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

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

Sex At Work

Administrator — Mon, 09 Jul 2007 16:07:55 +0000

It was early morning in the Faculty lounge; in fact, it was way too early for

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ladies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

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

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

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

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

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

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

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

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

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

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

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

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

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

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

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

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

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

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

influence.”

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

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

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

Dianne in mock anger.

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

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

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

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

own sister.”

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

“And his fourth wife?” asked Dianne.

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

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

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

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

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

everything she possibly could to frustrate the poor bugger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

being under him.

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

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

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

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

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

colleagues?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

dawn.

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

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

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

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

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

She was horny as always.

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

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

some strange twist of fate she had been forced into.

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

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

friend and colleague.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

knock at the door.

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

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

fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

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

Janine Sloane.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I come at a bad time?”

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

“I bet.”

“What do you want Mac?” she asked.

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

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

around his sinister smile were making her feel woozy.

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

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

“We will catch up later, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

from the other side of the tracks.

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

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

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

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

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

such a sobbing appeal to a professor.

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

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

It will all work out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

would be again.

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

with a soiled tissue.

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

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

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

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

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

away.”

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

knew this woman had the answers she sought.

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was it like?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

between Instructor and Student had changed.

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

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

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

rest of the University finds out?” she thought.

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

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

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

me.”

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

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

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

was just because she had been hurt in past relationships.

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

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

What are you up to Mac?”

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

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

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

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

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

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

reassuring herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

appearances suggested.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fucked in over a week.

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

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

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

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

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

next day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

were much more liberal.

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

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

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

would.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

little girl watching her teenage idol.

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

“I never screamed out your name.”

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

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

on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

special spot and were rubbing her persistently.

“Oh, I like this job, much better.”

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

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

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

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

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

softly to the waiter asking for more water.

“Are you alright, darling?”

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

waiter, with the start of a schoolgirl giggle.

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

lust.

“Yes.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

parted and a finger slipped into her.

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

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

monthly patron to her open bed.

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

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

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

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

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

firm breasts.

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

expected anyhow.

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

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

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

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

lust.

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

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

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

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

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

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

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

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

they tore off their clothes in abandon.

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

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

It was their game.

“Please…” she whispered.

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

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

tried to seduce him out of the game.

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

“I want you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

poor girl had a crush on someone.

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

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

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

do.”

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

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlotte was having on her.

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

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

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

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

sexual intent.

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

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

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

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

a roommate or two.

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

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

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

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

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

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

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

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

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

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

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

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

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

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

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

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

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

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

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

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

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

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

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

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

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

soft flesh.

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

“Mmm, yes.”

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

bra during a massage.”

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

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

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

and she threw the bra onto the floor.

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

Charlotte’s ear, as they hugged.

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

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

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

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

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

desired to touch her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

first orgasm.

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

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

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

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

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

feasted, teaching the young woman the art of love.

***

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

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

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

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

“Hello, Ron.”

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

together?” he mentioned rather glibly.

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

bed or two,” said Dianne coarsely.

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

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

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

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

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

***

“Here?” she asked.

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

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

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

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

finger inside of her.

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

feels so good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

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

“What? NOW?”

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

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

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