Before going back downstairs, I went to my closet and got my `toy
box’ down from the shelf. It contained my collection of dildoes
and other sex toys. I tucked the box under my arm and took it
down to the living room, tucking it under the coffee table where
it would be out of the way until I was ready for it. Lorie arrived
about 15 minutes later, and I had my Dad’s collection of X-rated
tapes lined up next to the VCR. While Lorie checked out the tapes,
I went into the kitchen and mixed us each a cocktail. When I
returned, Lorie was sitting on the couch rolling a joint.
“Did you pick out a tape, Lorie?” I asked, handing her her drink.
“Yeah, I did,” she said. “Let’s watch `Deep Throat’. I know
we’ve seen it before, but I really like to watch them suck all
that cock!” she said, as she lit the slim joint. I put the tape
in the VCR and started it rolling as Lorie stepped over and
handed me the joint. I drew the smoke deep into my lungs and
almost immediately felt the effect of the sweet-tasting pot.
I hadn’t had any really good pot in a while, and it was a real
treat. I sat in the armchair and Lorie laid back on the couch as
we watched the action on TV. Linda Lovelace was on her knees in
front of this very hard and well-hung stud, his cock planted
firmly between her lips. I glanced over at Lorie and could tell
she was starting the get excited already; she was squirming a
little while watching the screen intently. She obviously wasn’t
wearing a bra, and her nipples were getting hard and pressing
against her leotard. Lorie has beautiful breasts, and I was
getting almost as turned on watching her as the TV. “Oh, look
at that handsome cock!” she exclaimed. “Oh, I wish I had a
cock like that to enjoy!” “Would you like to suck a cock that
big?” I asked her. “That BIG!” she exclaimed. “The bigger,
the better for me! I’ve never seen a cock so big I couldn’t
handle it!” She began to roll another joint, and I watched
her fingers working. She has beautifully manicured nails and
long, slender fingers; altogether, quite elegant. We both had
one eye on the screen, watching the girls fucking and sucking
with great abandon. I could feel myself starting to get wet
and started moving my legs to ease the itch. I went to the
kitchen to mix us each another cocktail while Lorie finished
the joint, and while there I ran one hand under my skirt and
rubbed my pussy a little. It felt so nice! I knew it wouldn’t
be long before I’d need to do some serious fooling around.
When I returned I was surprised to see that Lorie had one
hand under the hem of her skirt; she said she didn’t really
appreciate masturbation and prefered to wait until she could
latch on to a real cock. I smiled when she glanced up at me in
the doorway. “Oops! You caught me!” she said with a sly grin.
“No problem,” I assured her as I handed her the cocktail. “I’ve
been waiting for you to loosen up. Doesn’t that feel good,
after all?” She admitted that it did, and I encouraged her to lie
back and enjoy it. She fired up the second joint, and as we
passed it back and forth, Lorie kept one hand on her bush and
slowly rubbed herself while still watching the screen. Now Linda
was getting fucked from the rear by one guy while a second had
his cock shoved deep into her throat and a third stood on the
side and jerked himself off. We both paused to watch closer as
the first guy pulled out of her pussy and shot a huge load of cum
all over her ass, followed shortly by the second guy shooting his
load on her face as the third came in her hair. All in all, quite
an arousing scene. We finished the joint and I moved over
on the couch next to Lorie. She once again had her hand under
her skirt, and I reached over and pulled it up so that I
could see her fingers massaging her clit and rubbing up and
down her slit. I leaned down so that my face was quite close
to her and I could smell the sweet juices building in her crotch.
I’d never watched another woman so closely, and was awed
at the sight of Lorie’s fingers gently rubbing and manipulating
her clit. I could see the wetness starting to ooze from between
her beautiful pink lips and form in little beads against the fine
blonde hair of her bush. I could almost feel the heat rising from
her crotch. Her panties had long since been tossed aside, and I
reached around and unfastened the catch on her skirt. Without
pausing, she lifted her hips from the couch and let me tug it
off. I tossed the skirt aside. I was watching Lorie so intently
that I’d completely forgotten the tape that was still rolling.
I was just barely conscious of the sound in the background,
moaning and greedily slurping at stiff cocks. I was too enthralled
with my friends actions to pay any attention. Watching her was
getting me horny as hell myself, and I stood up and slipped out
of my skirt. Lorie smiled when she saw my garter belt and
stockings, and stopped rubbing herself just long enough to
reach over and help me slide my panties down and toss them aside.
I grabbed at the hem of my blouse and yanked it over my head.
My nipples were hard with excitement and stood out over the
lace trim of my pretty half-cup bra. Before sitting down on
the couch again, I grabbed at Lorie’s blouse and pulled it off,
revealing her own beautiful breasts. Lorie’s breasts are somewhat
larger than my own, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to
fondle them. Sitting down next to her, I cupped her left breast
in my palm and started squeezing it gently. With my free hand,
I started rubbing my pussy. I was already soaked, and easily
slid two fingers into my hot slit. I took Lorie’s nipple between
my fingers and slowly rolled it back and forth, tugging gently.
She was moaning softly now, lying back with her eyes closed and
enjoying my efforts. “Oh, Susan,” she moaned. “That feels so good!
Oh, I wish you had a cock so that I could feel you inside me!”
I’d almost forgotten the toy box I’d hidden on the floor.
I immediately reached down and pulled it out and set it on the
coffee table, opening the lid. Lorie stopped to see what I was
doing, and smiled with glee as I began setting my collection of
dildoes and other toys on the table. She immediately grabbed my
largest tool, a 10″ black rubber cock, and started rubbing it
against herself, the shaft parting her pussy lips. She rubbed the
length of the shaft up and down her pink lips until it was soaked
with juice. Then, as I lowered my head for a closer look, she
placed the head at her hole and gently pressed the tip of the
shaft into her. She withdrew it briefly and then pressed forward
once again, this time a little deeper. She slid the shaft in and
out of her steaming pussy, going a but deeper with each stroke,
until she had a good 8 inches inside of her. With almost the full
length inside of her, she paused and began to wiggle her hips,
grinding the rubber cock against her and forcing it yet deeper
inside. As she busily fucked, I reached over and began to rub her
clit with my fingers. I looked up and Lorie was lying back on the
couch, her eyes closed, enjoying every moment and every sensation.
Slowly, tentatively, I moved my mouth closer to her crotch, gently
touching her bush with my tongue. Receiving no protest, I started
to lick the juices that were clinging to her hair, slowly moving
to her clit. She began sliding the huge rubber cock in and out of
her pussy once again, and was moaning softly. “Oh, Susan,” she
muttered. “Oh, that feels so good….ummmm….yes….oh, yes.”
I could tell that my friend was approaching her climax, and before
long I felt her tighten and raise herself up from the couch. She
was moving the dildo in long, hard strokes now, and as she began
to cum, she plunged it into her pussy to the hilt. “Oh, God!” she
screamed. “Oh yes! I’m coming! Ohhhhhhh!” She had a long and
apparently very satisfying orgasm, and after several minutes,
she relaxed and opened her eyes. My tongue was still licking at
her clit, and I eagerly licked up the flood of juice that had
come flowing from her. I moved her hand from the dildo and took
it myself, wiggling it back and forth gently while slowly withdrawing
it from her. When I had removed the wonderful toy, I once again
moved down to her bush and slipped my tongue between her pussy
lips. I’d never eaten another woman’s pussy this way, and it was
making me feel more excited than I’d been in a long time. I licked
her with long strokes of my tongue, eagerly lapping up her
sweet-tasting juices. Surprisingly, she tasted somehow stronger
than my own juices when I licked them from my fingers. I kept
running my tongue up and down between her soft pink lips,
ocassionally darting into her hole and across her clit until
she started moaning once again. “Oh, Susan…that’s so good!
Oh, your tongue feels so nice! I’ve never been eaten like this
before!” It wasn’t long before she tensed once again and I tasted
more sweet, hot juice as she climaxed one more time. She
collapsed on the couch, spent from the excitement, and rested
with her eyes closed for several minutes. The videotape had ended
at some point, but I had no recollection of it. While Lorie
recovered from my attentions, I stood up and reached around to
unfasten my bra. I slipped the cups from my breasts and tossed
the garment on to a chair. Now, clad only in my garter belt and
stockings, I sat next to Lorie and took her in my arms and kissed
her. Our lips met and her tongue lashed out at mine. We embraced
and hugged each other as we kissed. Her soft lips, her smooth
flesh, the very idea of making love to another woman, excited me
to no end. I could feel drops of pussy juice running down my
thighs. “Lorie, would you make love to me? I aksed softly.”
Without a word, she changed positions and placed her head on my
thigh. She reached up with her fingers and started rubbing my
clit lightly, spreading my pussy lips with two fingers. She had
the same rubber cock that she had enjoyed so in her other hand,
and started rubbing the head against me in slow strokes. I
relaxed as I felt the head of the dildo pressing against my
parted lips, and Lorie pressed the shaft slowly into me. It was
large that it almost felt like it would split me apart, but with
a few deft strokes it was inside me. She slowly worked the huge
shaft in and out of me, pushing deeper and deeper into me with
each stroke. My pussy didn’t seem to have the capacity that hers
did, and 8 inches or so was all that I could comfortably
accomodate. It felt so good to get fucked like this by one of my
best girl friends! While she worked the wonderful dildo in
and out of my hot pussy, Lorie reached up and squeezed and
teased my nipples and breasts with her free hand. I love to
have my breasts played with, and her efforts brought me very
close to climax. I felt the pressure beginning to build
inside of me, and in a matter of moments my body shuddered in
orgasm. As soon as the waves of passion subsided, I felt the
hard rubber shaft being withdrawn and replaced by Lorie’s soft
lips and tongue. She licked and nibbled at my soaked pussy like no one
ever had before. Her tongue darted in and out of my hole and
brushed over my clit, sending new waves of pleasure surging
through me. I couldn’t move, but just laid back and enjoyed her
efforts. Suddenly, I felt something new, a slight pressure at the
opening of my tight asshole. Lorie had a slim dildo in one hand
and was pressing it into my anus. My muscles tightened
mometarily, then relaxed as the tip of the shaft penetrated me. I
wasn’t used to taking anything that way, but after the first
shock passed, I found it quite exciting. I did my best to relax,
and soon Lorie had almost 6 inches of the slim plastic shaft
eased into me, and she hardly missed a lick with her tongue. She
slowly worked the dildo in and out of my ass as she ate me, and
the combined sensations were a total delight! Needless to say, it
wasn’t long before I was enjoying my second magnificent orgasm of
the evening. After we’d both had a chance to relax, Lorie rolled
another joint and I fixed us each yet another cocktail. We picked
another video and put it in the machine, lying back on the couch
in a warm embrace and watching as `Little Oral Annie’ came to
life on the screen. It was one of the most magnificent evenings
I’ve ever had, and Lorie and I get together now whenever we have
the chance.

It was three floors up. I was the only man in the place, and I could tell that
this wasn’t a soft workout for chubbies. Every woman there had a body that was
toned like a 64 Rolls. They wore their leotards with the grace of professional
dancers, flowing through the room. Many wore a wide sash of embroidered fabric
around their hips. They smiled at me. I was glad I wore my grey sweats.. they
were loose where it counted. I smiled back.

Donna introduced me as a visitor. The class started, and I knew what the
problem was.. It was a Belly dance class. I’m all man, and I’m no quitter, so
I got in and did the work. Shimmys, pelvic thrusts, everything. I was pretty
good. The instructor said they’d never had a guy come here twice, but maybe I
could be the first. The gleam in her eye was more challenge than I’d seen from
many a tough guy. I gave her my winning smile, and asked when the next class
was. The way the women looked at me as they left, I knew I’d found a winner.

It was about the fourth week. They had a present for me. I opened the paper
and found a black and aqua lycra leotard, footless tights, a jogbra, dancebelt,
wig, and a length of material for a sash. I had to think fast. This was a
test, and if I wanted to keep the respect of these dames I couldn’t fail. I
went behind the curtain, and emerged, fully dressed. I had done the right
thing. I went through the class looking at myself in the mirror. The leotard
was very high cut and the aqua hourglass pattern on the front gave the illusion
of a female figure. The sash filled out my hips.

I was good that night.. better than ever before. My appearance has helped me
lose myself to the dance. I got compliments.. and a few more phone numbers.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Donna talking to the instructor. She walked
me home.

Donna explained that I had a decision to make. I was being offered admission
to the Slata.. the sisterhood. The first man ever. Most of the women in the
class were members.. it was a society that helped others learn the tricks of
Belly Dancing. Problem was, there were rules. I would have to follow the
dress code at classes. Have to learn the rules. Have to make a costume. Have to
perform in public. And have to go through the initiation.

The Sisterhood taught total release of self during dance. You followed the
rules, you lost the hung up you, found your freedom. She came closer to me,
her face begging for my acceptance. That night I was in. In more ways than
one.

The dress code was clear. No hair on your body. Any where. The hot wax smelled
of honey. A few shots of Jack Daniels, and the sting of my pubic hair being
yanked out was just a deadened hum. Proper makeup. Base, contour, rouge,
shadow, liner. My wig was full and frizzy cascading onto my shoulders. Show
your breasts proudly. Well they were just foam latex over silicone, but they
were mine.

The thin lycra stretched tightly over my breasts, high heels clicking on the
terrazzo floor, I began my journey. The first step was across the street, but
I had no idea how far it would take me.

I just stared at myself in that big mirror. I snapped open the front of my
skirt and slipped it off. My legs looked so bare, covered with nude pantyhose.
My balls were taped up into their sockets with moleskin. A ribbon around its
head pulled my penis back between my buttocks. My hairless pubic area showed
under the tight fabric. My hairless armpits were sensitive to the wind, and I
was almost overwhelmed by the scent of my own perfume. I danced. Every ripple
of my body was visible to all. Every eye was on me. I was sexy as hell. I
wanted to rip off my clothes and dance naked for all the women, to open myself
up and take the sexual heat that pounded trough that place into my body. I was
going to writhe and sweat until my muscles couldn’t move anymore. The warmth of
my skin mixed with the strong musk of my perfume.

Did I dance. As they left, a number of women touched me, their long fingers and
bright nails stroking me through the lycra, damp from sweat so it clung as if
it was glued to me. The places where they touched me heated up, hot and
driving.

The chill city air snapped my leotard cool as Donna and I walked across the
street. Follow me, she said and I did. Into the bar across the street, and down
at a booth. We ordered white wine, and I glowed when I saw the red lipstick
mark on my glass. We were seated where I could see myself in the mirror. I
looked fabulous.

Nature calls. We picked up our purses and wiggled back to the loo. The leotard
slid off my body,still with a cling from the sweat. The panty hose rolled
down, and Donna got behind me to release my cock from it’s home. I had gotten
used to the continual excitement of my buttocks rubbing against my helpless
cock, but when it was freed I looked down through my adhesive breasts to see it
stand out free and proud. Donna took it between her long nailed hands. We’re
sisters now, and sisters share everything. Soon my back arched crazily as she
took it in her mouth.

I thought of the men outside nursing their beers. I looked into the cracked
mirror and saw the red nipples of my foam breasts bouncing. The lipstick tasted
creamy as my tongue circled my mouth. I wanted to cry out as she sucked harder,
her tongue in a frenzy, stroking my glans. My calves ached from the tension
pushing against the 4 inch heels. I came for what seemed like hours.

We caught our breath, did what we had to do, put our clothes back on and
checked our makeup. A couple of guys bought us some drinks and got a little
thigh, but we were going home “alone”.

A good costume takes hours of work. Beaded push-up bra with silicone inserts
that make it all look like me. Scanty panties. A heavy girdle..a beaded, coin
bedecked belt that accentuates the movement of the hips. A thin skirt, veils,
and heavy jewelry. Had to pierce my ears, and the heavy earrings pulled at my
lobes.

When I put it on I was another person. Meena. No last name, no family, no real
life, just a beautiful sexy dancer. I danced with my soul, unladen of worldly
worries. I worried about keeping a perfect tan, about keeping my skin supple,
about if I should get a jewel for my navel. I was a creature of the body and
soul, and my intellect drifted along, released from a need to control my every
move.

Donna and I sat home, practicing our dance, sewing beads, or spending hours
practicing sexual techniques from the Kama Sutra. Our hairless oiled bodies
moved too slowly to see as our souls hovered above and watched.

The initiation took all weekend. All of the initiates were stripped naked. We
were to be cleansed fully. Each of us assumed the position of the dog and the
goddess of all came along to cleanse us. From the front of her robe came a
long hollow dildo. She inserted it deep into the vagina of the first initiate,
and shot a quart of soapy, perfumed water deep into her. Her braething became
deep and heavy, panting with the fullness. I felt the woman next to me receive
the cleansing, her body quivering. They lubricated the dildo for me, and it
sank slowly into my anus. My balls were taped inside my body, and my penis hung
below my hairless pubis. I tensed up as it entered, but changed my focus. I was
being entered by the earth, by all. I was being cleansed. My body began to
quiver, and I felt myself coming to the orgasm that Donna had spoken of. The
water was in my bowels, flushing out the impacted debris of this society. I was
cleaned.

We dressed. For me that meant tying my penis back between my buttocks, putting
on a garterbelt, stockings and high heeled sandals, and slipping into a long
fox coat, lifting my long hair over the collar. The satin lining caressed my
skin and caught lightly on the erect nipples of my latex breasts. My long red
nailed fingertips swept through the luxuriant fur. We were going out dressed
like this, ready to bare ourselves to the world. Donna had the Polaroid camera
to snap the flash pictures.

The fur had no closures.. I was all that held it shut. In the back of the cab
I saw the cabbie stare into the mirror. I let the fur slide open, shut it
quickly as the cab swerved across the street. In the mirror I saw my face with
a huge wicked smile showing white teeth outlined in red lipstick.

Our first stop was the mall downtown. It was all but deserted at 2 AM. I opened
my coat wide and Donna snapped a picture. My eyes were bright red dots, my
hairless body was luminescent against the dark lining, and the lights of the
city shone behind me. I exposed myself to the world, showed that I was not
ashamed of my nakedness.. but was in no hurry to get arrested either!

As we walked the satin rubbed against my body touching and caressing my flesh.
We entered a greek resturant. I didn’t check my coat. I had been there before
to awtch the cabaret dancers, but only in my male clothes. Let them stare I
thought.. I am beautiful! The bartenders jaw dropped, but Donna snapped some
picures with my coat open and we moved on. I saw the bouncer stop someone from
following us as we walked away.. Donna had friends.

We got on a subway and rode to the beach. The photos on the subway were
wonderful, and I let my coat hang open and the air come against my hairless
pubis. My finger strayed under Donna’s skirt to her clitroris. It was dark at
the beach, but I felt powerful, and shed my coat as Donna snapped me
sillouetted aginst the reds, golds and purples of the rising sun.

Just looking at the photographs were a powerful turn-on. I fell to my knees and
put my head under Donna’s skirt and ate her hungrily. We had sex on the beach
under my fur, and went home. I had two more days to go to become the first male
sister.

After a few hours sleep, It was time to dress for my first public performance.
We drew a hot scented bubble bath and relaxed. Donna rubbed my tan body down
with perfumed lotion. The tan lines from the bikini to I wore at the tanning
booth were faint but noticeable. Full makeup went on, from deep contour to
tons of eyeliner. My breast forms that had been removed for the bath, but
tonight all the flesh would be my own. I pulled on the beaded bra, and lifted
my breasts so that they would be pushed into place by the silicone inserts.
Donna ran her hands over my newly formed breasts, and i felt a tingle in my
nipples. Usually we have one of these for both holes, Donna smiled, but you
only need one. She inserted a butt plug deep into my anus. My cock was again
imprisoned between my buttocks, lavishly lubricated to ease the constant
friction when I walked. It held the plug tightly. The panties slipped over
all of this, cut so high that the clefts between my legs and hip showed all the
way up. My pubis was smooth and hairless, so nothing peeked out. The
embroidered skirt went over that.. in belly dancing the positions of the legs
are not always attractive, and the skirt conceals as much as it reveals. The 10
pound girdle went on next, weighing down my hips so that every move of them is
accentuated, so you feel the weight bearing down. The veils covered me. I
slipped on a pair of heeled sandals, my toenails painted the same shade as my
lengthened fingernails, and I was ready.

Walking to the studio was different. I felt my buttocks squeeze my cock, and
the butt plug made me squirm.

Our first performance in public was scheduled for a local mall at the height of
day. A stretch limo had been hired to drive us to the mall, and the we piled
in. I was dressed in pink and purple, but with my sisters in orange, red
,green, in all their shades, we were wildly colorful. The limousine smelled of
perfume and the perspiration of our half naked bodies. We swept through the
crowd at the mall, veils flowing behind us, and went to the central stage. My
heart pounded with adrenaline as I thought of all of those people watching me
be something that I wasn’t. I was a faker in this outfit of chiffon and silk.
There was a mirrored facade on one of the stores, and I saw four beautiful
women making their way through the crowd. I retreated into my mind and
remembered that I was Meena, lovely dancer whose body and talents were meant to
serve and delight. My body loosened as I relaxed and in my next glance in the
mirror I was walking with the grace and fluidity of one born to dance. I
accepted the heat coming from the audience, accepted their visible desire for
me as my due. I was a sister in the dance. I was the object of their
affection, and I embraced it and it made me strong.

We walked to the stage, and the music started. We danced together, and then
each had a solo. We cheered each other on, and the audience joined in. I was
in in ectasy during my solo. I could feel my penis grow in my cleft, forcing
the butt plug deeper into me. As I forced my hips forward in an age old
pantomime pantomime of sexuality. The audience was my partner, and I could feel
them heating up, twitching and throbbing to my unbridled sexuality. We were one
joined, together. There was the wet feel of semen between my buttocks as I wal
walked off stage.

The walk back to the limo was delicious agony. My sensitive penis was wet by
come, and it tingled with every step I took. My hips swiveled wickedly to
accentuate the stimulation. My breasts heaved with every breath and I longed to
touch someone, to have someone touch me. It was the most delicious foreplay I
had ever had.

In the limo I learned that I wasnt’t the only one to have had an orgasm during
our performance. All of us had. We slid the divider between us and the driver
shut.

Clothes came off. I remember having one woman sitting on my cock, and another
sitting on her face. The smell of musk was unbelievable. My brain was unhooked
from my pulsing body. My hands reached out blindly and found a tender nipple to
stroke. Every time I felt myself starting to come, the rhythm changed. My penis
was a mass of nerve endings, sore and hot. I reached up to gab the hops of the
woman above me, and force her down so my tongue could penetrate her deeper.

There was a chain reaction of orgasm, as four voices cried out together. We
lay together in a crumpled mass, and adjusted our breathing to each other.

The car pulled to a stop. We scurried back into our outfits, all the women
reinserting their dildos with a short gasp. As we walked upstairs to the
studio, we knew that now we were sisters, the four of us, bound through the
dance, and though the basic needs of our bodies.

I could tell by the looks that everyone knew what had happened. I suspected it
wasn’t the first time. The knowing smiles were contagious.

We had performed well, and we would celebrate with a fabulous feast. We were
to serve.

All of our clothes were slowly removed. We were told to lie on plastic covered
tables, and we were given slow delicate sponge baths. The warm water tingled on
my hairless skin. There wad the mild tang of disinfectant in the air. Every
part of me was scrubbed with a natural bristle brush. I relaxed , and let the
many hands touch and soothe me.

We were to serve these foods. We were to be human platters, our clean skin
laden with the many tasty dishes.

The food was brought out. Pots full of spicy stews, meant to be eaten with the
fingers or with pita, warm and fragrant. Cool yoghurt dips, flavored with nuts
and essences. Bowls of prepared fruits in a sweet honey sauce. Creamy farmer
cheeses, soft and spreadable.

Each of these was ladled onto us. The contrast in textures, in temperatures,
started my heart to pound. The scent wafted up to my nostrils. I could barely
lie still.

The dinner was invoked. The room was darkened, lit only by candles. The Sisters
filed in, almost 35 of them, all dressed in ceremonial costumes that barely
covered their breasts and genitalia.

As we opened our mouths, wineskins were held over them, and we were given
drink. The dinner started.

At first I felt many fingers touching my body and lifting the food, but as more
wine was consumed, I felt the fiery tongues scrape off the warm food. Teeth
scraped my breasts lightly as my sisters grasped honeyed fruit in their mouth.
I felt my penis rise, covered with a milky sauce. My breathing speeded to a
deep pant as four or five tongues lapped up the yoghurt. My back arched, and I
heard a cry from the next table. I knew that all of the initiates would be
forced to come. I fought the feelings, but to much wine had been poured down my
throat. As I came many fingers grasped my penis and squeezed every drop of
semen out of it, greatly prolonging the delicious agony of orgasm. Even as I
was coming, they licked, bit and touched my body.

There was no rest. Amidst much giggling they set about to make me come again.
By the time they succeeded I was sore and every nerve ending in my body felt
shrieked with pain and delight.

My knees were trembling and weak as I was helped up and lead to the shower.

I wandered down the hall, smiling and exchanging greetings
with co-workers, wondering how the thin social veneer could still
function when my body and mind were so out of synch with the rest of
the world.

I walked into the coffee room and he was standing there. I
stopped for a moment, knowing how starved I was for him, but unsure if
he felt the same. I’ve never dated anyone I work with, and don’t want
to risk doing or saying anything to spoil my career advancement. But
every time I saw him, it did something to me.

He was tall and well made, with blond hair, blue eyes, and
that Nordic complexion which flushes so easily. He was handsome, so
incredibly handsome. An Adonis. I’d been fantasizing about him for
months.

I walked over beside him, head lowered, eyes peeking over at
the hardening bulge in his slacks. It was as perfect as he was. Long
and thick. I wanted to taste it so bad saliva squirted into my mouth.
I could smell him. No cologne or aftershave, just the clean musk of
his body.

“Hello,” he said softly.

I swallowed hard, afraid my voice would come out hoarse.
Instead it came out husky, sexy, as I replied to his greeting.

I could feel the current which surrounded me reaching out to
include him. Waves of heat streamed from his body, crashing against
me, and my lungs labored to breath under the onslaught.

My hand shook as I filled my cup and added cream. Glancing up,
I saw him looking at me. I dropped my eyes swiftly, feeling the heat
rise in my face and chest, knowing I was blushing, and helpless to do
anything about it.

He said something to me, and the current was so loud in my
ears I didn’t hear.

“What?” I almost whispered.

“I said, are you free for lunch today?” he repeated.

Wild joy flooded me.

“Yes,” I said, shivering.

“Would you have lunch with me? At Jordan’s? One o’clock?”

I nodded, swallowing. He moved away, and very lightly brushed
against my bare arm as he did so. The tiny hairs there stood on end,
and he smiled as he walked away.

I leaned against the counter, shivering with anticipation.

When I was reasonably under control again, I walked back to my
office and sat down before the computer screen. I read the same
paragraph again, and still didn’t know what it said.

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

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

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

I became friendly with a number of the women that worked in the
back, as accountants and data entry operators. There was one women in
particular that made my blood boil the minute I saw her. She was
about 27 years old, black hair and green eyes. She was thin, and her
breasts fit her frame being on the small side. I got to know
Stephanie over the next week, having lunch with her and some other
employees. I found out she had been married for a year when she was
21, but could’nt handle being tied down to one person. One afternoon
I called Stephanie into my office, and asked her if she could stay
late one night as we had estimates to get out and the other data entry
operators could not stay. She agreed to stay the next night. As she
walked out the door, I asked her if she wanted to have a drink after
work, she did’nt answer, she smiled at me and said
“No..I can’t..but if you stay tommorrow night..we can”
“okay…I’ll se you later”
I watched her ass walk down the hall, her grey skirt clinging to her
hips, her bra straps visible through the back of her blouse.

The next day while I was back in the supply room, Stephanie
walked in.
“We’re still on for tonite are’nt we..?”
“of course..I would’nt give up a drink with you..”
She started blushing a little, her cheeks becoming red, she looked
better today than the day before. She was wearing, black skirt, slit
up the back a grey blouse that fit her snugly, black stockings and
heels. I drank in her beauty, as she left th e room.

After everyone had left, I went back to check on Stephanie, she
was busy punching away at the computer, as I entered. I snuck up
behind her, trying not to think about what I wanted to do to her
later.
“how long do you think you’ll be..?” I asked.
“oh..how long have you been here..you startled me”
“not long..sorry about that”
“I should be done in about an hour”
“okay I’ll be back in a bit”
As I walked back to my office I could’nt stop thinking about
Stephanie’s legs, they looked so good wrapped in those black
stockings, so smooth and silky looking. After 30 minutes I went back
again, this time announcing my presence, Stephanie was twisting her
neck, like it was stiff. I put my hands on her shoulders, looking
over them at the screen. I did’nt know what I was looking at, but she
thought I did.
“I’m almost done..jezz I could use a drink”
I started rubbing her shoulders, massaging them lightly at first, then
increasing the intensity.
“uhmm…that feels good..your have a good touch”
I was looking right down her blouse now, as she continued punching in
whatever it is you punch in. Her breasts encased in a seethrough
white bra, her nipples visible. Her tits were lovely, not big but
the kind that curve upward like a half-moon. I started rubbing her
upper arms, and then up to her neck, running my hands under her hair,
up the sides of her neck. I thought I heard a low moan, and then
glancing down confirmed it, her nipples now were hard, pressing
against her bra, they looked delicious. Stephanie had kicked off her
shoes, and was rubbing her feet together. A few minutes later,
Stephanie announced she was done.
“There all finished..thank god..and if you don’t stop doing what
you’re doing we’re never going to make that drink”
I did’nt know if she meant she would’nt go with me or if we just
would’nt go to the bar. So I rubbed harder tracing the outline of her
ears lightly. Stephanie answered my question for me, she swiveled
aroubd in her chair, put her hands on my crotch and squeezed it
lightly, she rubbed it through my pants, causing it to rise up. I
reached down and ran my hands over her tits, feeling her nipples swell
tthrough the thin material of her blouse. She quickly unzipped my
pants, pulling my cock out, l icking the head, lapping at it like an
ice cream cone.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this so be patient”
It did’nt take her long to remember how, she was running her tongue up
and down the shaft, making sure to lick and kiss the underside of it,
her hands jerking it back and forth. I was busy unbuttoning her
blouse, I could only get one or two buttons undone since she was kind
of crouched over sucking me. She took my whole length in her mouth,
her green eyes looking up at me, sending shivers down my spine. I ran
my hands through her hair, enjoying how well she was sucking my cock.
After ten minu tes I stood her up, kissed her deeply, pulling her body
close to mine, she moaned softly. I ran my hands over her ass,
slipping it in the slit up the back of her skirt, feeling the
silkiness of her stockings. I sat her on the desk, finished unbutto
ning her blouse, when I parted the blouse open I was in heaven, her
tits looked so good being squeezed in her white bra. I traced the
outline of her tits as I continued kissing her, moving down her neck,
to her shoulders, I was pinching her nipples, twisting them in my
fingers.
“oh..uhmm..”she moaned softly
I slid the fabric of her bra over her tits, her nipples red as
cherries, she was still rubbing my cock, running her hands up and down
the shaft. As I glanced down I noticed garter belt straps and the
tops of her stockings, My hand instantly slipped to her thighs, her
legs parting a little, the heat from her cunt was intense, as I ran my
hand up and down her legs. My hand found its way under the straps of
her garter, and as it moved upward I could feel the bottom opf her
panties. The lace, tic kled my fingers, as I slowly ran my fingers
across her panties
“boy are you wet”
“I know it started when you started rubbing my shoulders..Uhmm”
I pressed my fingers against her cunt, rubbing up and down, herhips
started moving with my fingers. I hiked her skirt up higher, slid
her to the edge of the desk, my hand still working on her cunt, her
juices soaking her panties, when I moved foward to her, she looked at
me
“What are you doing?”
“just relax..”
I pulled her panties aside, her cunt hair trimmed neatly, her pink
folds shiny wet, I slid a finger in her, my thumb coming to rest on
her clit. I took my cock with my other hand, and guided my prick into
her cunt.
“no..no..I can’t..its too soon”
I just rubbed her clit harder, muffled her with a kiss, and slowly
slid my cock in. She was like a vise, gripping my cock like I might
get stuck.
“oh..oh..uhmm..feels so good”
I started stroking in and out, slowly at first, her stcoking clad legs
over my hips, her lace panties rubbing over my shaft with every
stroke. I looked at her, her tits hanging out of her bra, her green
eyes liting up the room. She was rubbing my c hest now, pinching my
nipples, she then bent foward and started kissing them. I increased
my tempo, pumping her faster now, she grabbed me by the neck and
scooted foward pulling me into her deeper. She was biting my nipples
now, moaning a deep thro aty moans.
“oh..oh..it feels so good..its been soo long..so long”
I felt the cum building in my balls, her cunt was squeezing my cock
tightly, her hips bucking up to meet my every thrust. We were fucking
so fast and hard her whole body was sliding back and forth on the
desk. As I looked at her her eyes were close d, she was biting her
lower lip, and I felt her cunt convulsing, I knew she was cumming, her
insides heated up, and hwen they did I expoded into her, pumping globs
of cum up her cunt. As I pulled out of her, the last of my cum shot
out on the top of her panties. I slid my hands up her back, and held
her close to me.
“that was great…you have’nt lost a thing”
“your the first since my divorce”

We cleaned up a bit, and said goodbye in the parking lot. I
later found out she was only 22 just out of college and had been
divorced for only five months. We spent many late nights after that.

I began working with a construction company as a laborer. I was
physically in terrible shape; but, I thought that a few months of
this type of work would allow me to gain some strength and to
shed some of my flab. I began working with the company in the
month of April so that by June I had in fact started to improve my
physique.

We began work on a 3 story building and were beginning to work
on the second floor when they told me to start training as an
assistant welder. This was wonderful, it was more pay and I was
certainly willing to learn. I learned a lot of things I didn’t count on
learning about welding, and about welders. At any rate, I reported
to the foreman who assigned me to work with Ann, a certified
welder. Now, I was surprised when he told me I was to work with
a female welder; I thought that all welders were men because I
knew that welding required a lot of strength. At any rate, I found
Ann and told her that I had been assigned to work with her. She
looked down at me, she must have been 6 feet tall and beautiful;
she looked over my body like a butcher inspecting a side of beef. I
found out that night that the analogy was a good one.

Ann had on a long sleeve shirt and jeans so her body was not
evident and I didn’t really think about how easily she handled the
heavy steel and welding equipment. The rest of the day went pretty
uneventfully and as we were clocking out Ann said, ” Say, why
don’t you come over to my place tonight. I always like to have the
guys I work closely with over the first night so that we can really
get to know each other. I have found that by doing this it makes
the working relationship a lot better. I promise you that you will be
surprised before the evening is over.” I was excited at the prospect
and readily agreed. We planned the time, etc. and I went home to
clean up.

I arrived at Ann’s place about 15 minutes late. I rang the door bell
and Ann threw open the door suddenly, reached out and grabbed
my arm and pulled me into the house. She did this with such speed
and with such force that I was sent hurling into the next room,
where I lost my balance and ended up on the floor. I looked up and
started to ask her what in the hell was going on, but when I saw
her my mouth just fell open. She was in a bikini and she was
beautiful. I also noticed that she had muscles; I mean real muscles.
Not the soft looking girl muscles, but real hard looking muscles.

She looked at me with a smirk on that beautiful face and said, ”
rule number one, you be where I tell you to be, when I tell you to
be there. I see you are taken with my body; I plan to take you apart
with it and then I’ll put you back together the way I want you when
I’m through seeing what makes you tick. First we’ll eat dinner; I
want you to have as much energy and strength as you can muster
in that weak little body of yours. I can tell by looking at you that
you are a weakling and will be no contest for my great strength.
Before this night is over you will be in my complete control. Now,
stand up here and strip to your underwear, I want to have a
comparison of muscles. Move, wimp or I’ll trash you before we
eat.” I stripped as fast as I could. Ann was right it was no contest;
her muscles were bigger and more developed than any of mine. I
knew then that I was in for whatever she had in mind and I could
not do anything about it.

She enjoyed herself as she flexed and compared her well
developed muscles with my average muscles. She would feel and
measure mine and then explode hers and make me feel and
measure them. I was devastated, and we hadn’t even started the
“contests” yet. Her arms were solid as stone and were massive in
size; but, her legs were the real scary part of her body. Ann’s legs
were beautiful; long and sleek until she flexed her muscles. When
she did this those legs turned into massive pillars of muscle. I
knew she could crush me into helplessness if she ever got her legs
wrapped around my body.

We ate dinner and moved into the family room. She had all the
furniture moved back against the walls to expose a large open area.
Ann sat on a couch and motioned for me to sit down next to her. ”
Well, little man, did you get enough to eat ? I hope that you will
have enough energy to make this at least a little interesting. Most
men I’ve wrestled against have been so outclassed that I haven’t
had a good workout in a long time. I can tell by just looking at
your body compared to mine that you aren’t man enough to take
me; but I can’t wait to tie you in knots. I really haven’t felt as
powerful as I feel today in a while. I’ll try to take it easy on you so
that you last for a little while anyway. I’m going to limber up a bit
and then we’ll start your lessons. ”

Ann rose from the couch and began to put on a show for me as she
limbered up her body. She knew that I was mesmerized by her
beautiful body and her powerful looking muscles. After she had
stretched for a few minutes she walked over to me and grabbed a
handful of hair, pulled me off of the couch and slammed me into a
crushing headlock.

” Let’s see how tough your head is. I’ll bet you I can knock you
out before you can even submit. Keep your hand on my arm as I
put on the power. Are you ready ? Here goes. ”

She flexed her arms and jerked my neck into her body and I went
out like a light. She had done it; I never even had a chance to
submit before she put me on ice.

As I came to Ann was leaning against a table with her ankles
crossed, looking down at me. I shook my head in an attempt to
clear out the cob webs. Ann walked over and stood over me; as I
looked up into her smiling face she flexed up her arms and let out
a yell of ” Yeah, you’re no match for these babies. And my friend I
haven’t even gotten warmed up yet. Now you know why I can
move that heavy welding equipment and those steel beams so
easily. Before we’re through here you’ll be so afraid of my strength
that you will shake when I look at you in an angry way. Now get
up here, I’m going to let you put me in a bear hug and see how
hard you can squeeze. ” I got to my feet and wrapped my arms
around her; my face was directly in front of her boobs so I turned
my head to the side and quickly jerked my arms toward me and
squeezed her as hard as I could. Ann laughed and said, ” is that as
hard as you can squeeze ? Come on, little man, put some muscle
into it. My, my what a weakling you are; I’m not sure you will be
any use to me on the job. Here let me show you what a real bear
hug feels like. ” She wrapped her arms around my body and
counted to three, then she slowly increased the power. It was like a
python; she squeezed the breathe out of me and I once again went
down into unconsciousness.

This time when I came to Ann was leaning up against the wall
looking down at my wasted body. She wasn’t even sweating and
she had knocked me out twice. ” How about that for power, wimp
? Get up here and feel these arms. I’ve got one more demonstration
of my arm strength for you, then we move on to the real strength –
my legs. ” I stood up on wobbly legs and felt her 16 inch biceps;
they felt like steel. Ann was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she
placed one hand around my throat and one hand on my crotch. She
then lifted me above her head. My head was spinning; she was
doing presses with my body. After a few presses she began to drop
me onto her shoulders; then she put my back on those shoulders of
hers and began to bend me across them. I thought my back was
going to break. I began to beg for mercy. Ann laughed, ” is the
baby hurting ? Is Ann too much woman for you ? Louder, I can’t
hear you; beg me to stop. ” I begged her in as loud a voice as I
could muster; and the panic in my voice was real. Finally she
stopped, and dropped me in a heap at her feet. I laid there curled
up in a fetal position at the feet of this beautiful woman who was
beating me like I had never been beaten.
” We’ll take a rest now so you can gain some of your strength back
and then I’m going to work you over with my legs. I know you
have been watching them; and in a few minutes you are going to
feel some real power. You may feel the muscles in my legs and
think about what I’ve said. ” As she flexed her long, beautiful legs
the muscles were etched and solid as her arms. The look on my
face must have been one of total humiliation and resignation.

We rested for a short time and then Ann said, ” now, big boy I’ll
give you another chance to put me in a hold. I’m going to lay down
on my back and let you get on top. If you can pin me for the count
of three then you win and I’m yours. If not you are mine. ” I sat
down on her stomach and pinned her wrist to the floor. Ann said
go and then began to try to raise her arms. I was concentrating on
her arms so hard that I didn’t realize until it was too late that she
had also begun to raise her legs toward my head. Within a second
she had her long legs wrapped around my neck. As she pulled back
with her legs I let go of her arms. She held onto my legs and began
to bend my back in a version of a surfboard hold. I thought my
neck and back were both going to break. ” Interesting hold isn’t it
Timmy boy. If I squeeze with my legs I might break your neck; if
I pull down anymore I could snap your back like a twig. Yes sir,
I’ve got you tied up like a pretzel. Remember the deal, you are
mine. ” She let go and pushed me off of her. She stood up and
grabbed a handful of hair; then she raised my head up and placed
my neck between her calves. Without a word she stood up on her
toes and then suddenly flexed every muscle in her legs. I couldn’t
do anything but make croaking noises as she once again knocked
me out.

As I came to; Ann was sitting down next to me. Then I felt the
weight of her legs around my waist. Before I had fully regained
consciousness she placed one of my hands on her thigh and flexed
that awesome muscle. I was out again before I knew what hit me.
This time when I came to she was standing over me. She pinched
my nose with her toes so hard that my eyes began to water. Then
she said, ” I’m just getting warmed up and it looks like you are
spent. I hope that you can last through the rest of the workout.
Now put that scrawny head in between my thighs and let me see if
I can crush your skull. ” I did as she had commanded me. Ann
began to crush me in a standing head scissors with such force that I
began to cry for her to stop the pain. She would squeeze me to the
brink of unconsciousness and then let up and squeeze me again.
After several minutes of this she stopped. I fell to the floor; but
Ann wasn’t through yet. She rolled me over on to my back and the
picked my head up and put me back in between her thighs. Once
again the crushing squeeze.

” Feel my thighs as I flex them. I want to see your face as you
realize that I can crush you to death with these legs. You had better
remember this at work or I might do this to you while we’re on a I
beam. Good night pip squeak, it’s time for you to go out again. ”
She tensed her legs and I could hear her laugh at me as I went out.

Ann was still in her bikini when I awoke. She sat on my chest and
raised my head up to look right into her massive boobs. then she
flexed her arms. She stripped me and made me crawl behind her as
she walked around her apartment. She would stop from time to
time and flex her muscles. After about 30 minutes of this my knees
were raw. Ann finally sat down on her couch and spread her legs. ”
Lay down here between these babies, I’ve got to have a man
between my legs right now. ” I laid with my face in her boobs and
her legs wrapped around my waist. Ann crushed my body into hers
and I was almost out again. Then she slammed my head into her
crotch and used my nose to masturbate herself with. As she
climaxed she squeezed with such force that I was unconscious
again.

Ann used me all weekend like this. By Sunday when she let me go
I knew who the boss was and that her power over me was
complete.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She dries your back expertly, not missing a drop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They got showered and changed while I sat and chatted. They soaped and
fingered themselves all over. Lathering their bodies, they worked
their nimble fingers into both love holes, washing them out before
towelling themselves dry and rubbing scented oil into their sexes.

Claire rubbed scented oil into her smooth clean shaven cunt, then down
between her pussy lips and into her arse. Then rubbing vasoline into
the puckered opening of her anus, she dressed in a white Basque, stocking
and G-string, under a white silk wraparound dress. The dress was so sheer,
every detail of her underwear could be seen as she moved.

Tracy rouged the lips of her sex and nipples, before rubbing scent into her
pubic mound and down between the cheeks of her plump bottom. Like Claire
she also rubbed vasoline into the entrance to her anus, before dressing
herself in black silk stockings and suspender belt, under a red skin tight
dress, which buttoned down the side. She wore no bra or knickers, and with
the buttons undone from her crutch down, when she walked you got the
occasional flash of stocking top and pubic bush.

At about 9 o’clock my friends started to arrive. I introduced them to the
sisters in turn, then showed them into the lounge, where drinks and food
were waiting. I had set out a bar with wine, beer and spirits, plus the
usual mixers. I had also laid out a buffet with sandwiches, salads, fruit,
snacks and deserts, plus a few additions the sisters had asked for.

Soon every one was there, seven men sitting around eying up Tracy and
Claire, who acting very demurely, got drinks for everyone, chatting gaily
to us all. They laughed and giggled as the night wore on and drink made
our comments more suggestive.

Dave who had been chatting to Tracy for a while, started to dare her to
undo more buttons of her dress. Tracy climbing up onto one of the two
coffee tables in the centre of the room, started to dance erotically. This
gave us all the occassional flash of stocking top etc. I put on some moody
music and sat down to watch.

Tracy undid a button at a time while still dancing. Until she reached the
last three under her left armpit, then Claire, removing her wraparound,
climbed onto the other table. Tracy undid the last buttons to reveal all,
as Claire slipped off her G-string. They then both cavorted and danced
around the tables stimulating themselves erotically.

The girls started to tease us into stripping off as well. So Dave, Steve,
Peter and Nick surrounding Tracy, stripped off. Mike, Martin and I stripped
off around Claire. Once stripped off we started to fondle the girls, but
they pushed us away, refusing to be rushed. They demanded we sit down once
undressed, while they continued the show. They both touched and fondled
themselves while dancing, until Tracy moving over to the buffet table, said
she would offer each of us a feast.

At first we didn’t understand what Tracy’s offer meant. We soon caught on
to what she had in mind though, when she invited us in turn to approach
the buffet table. She sat herself on the edge of the table with her legs
spreadeagled apart and hanging over the edge, leaving her cunt and arse
wide open for us all to admire.

We watched amazed as she covered her delectable cunt in spoonfuls of thick
fresh cream, rubbing it into her sopping slit and pubes with abandon. Then
slowly peeling the largest banana in the fruit bowl, she licked and sucked
at its length like a meaty cock, before easing it as far as possible up
her vagina. Once in she started a slow wank using the banana like a huge
dildo, before finally embedding it up her now sopping cunt.

Once Tracy had the banana embedded up her hole to her satisfaction, she
beckoned Dave to approach the table where she laid back across it. Kneeling
between her wide flung thighs, he tucked into his feast. Licking, sucking
and chewing his way through the juicy offering. He eventually had to use
his fingers to scoop out the cream cocktail mixed with banana, before
sucking them clean in his mouth. He continued his meal until he had cleaned
her gaping sex completely. Tracy’s vagina, from all Dave’s administrations,
was now oozing sticky juice down her legs. It ran down the crack of her arse
to form a spreading pool on the table.

Steve was next, being offered a trifle covered cunt with six cherries and a
plum, pushed into her now streaming hole. Followed by Nick, who had the
pleasure of eating a squashed, cream filled chocolate eclair from her love
box.

Peter lastly was offered a cunt smothered in melba sauce, with a whole ripe
stoned peach pushed and sqashed up her vagina, the juice running down her
slit and arse onto the table. He ate and licked the peach, juice and sauce
from her cunt. Then taking a straw from the bar, shoved it up her cunt and
sucked out the cocktail within. Once finished he raised her legs into the
air, pushing them forward over her head and licked the spilt juices from
the scented crack of her arse.

Meanwhile Claire was not inactive, she grabbed a half full wine bottle
from the bar, and after pouring most of the contents over her breasts and
cunt, started to masturbate herself off using the long neck of the Hock
bottle. She shoved it as far up her vagina as it would go, the remaining
wine running into her cunt before pouring out around the sides of the
pistoning bottle neck, as it slid up her hole.

When she had finished, the bottle had copious amounts of her love juice,
mixed with wine in the bottom, so putting it to her lips, she slowly
licked the bottle neck dry, before tilting her head back and drinking her
own spendings.

Beckoning us over she then lay beside Tracy on the buffet table, where she
smothered her beautiful smooth cunt in honey. Martin had the pleasure of
licking it clean. Next came Mike, being offer the pleasure of her silky cunt
covered in jam with sponge fingers wedged up her hole. They slowly went soft
as her love juice soaked into them, making a soggy mess which got harder
and harder to scoop and suck out. Mike eventually had to use a teaspoon to
remove the last of the feast, slipping it up her gaping sex and scooping
it out until none was left.

Finally I got my turn at Claire. She picked up the whole butter pat from
the table, and slid it up and down her mound and slit. She oiled the whole
area of her sex. The butter melted on contact with her warm skin running
down into the openings of her anus and cunt. Carefully moulding the block of
butter into a long phallus, she opened the swollen lips of her sex wide and
worked the butter slowly into the dribbling opening of her vagina.

Leaving the butter jutting from her sex, she peeled a large banana. Dipping
it in melba sauce and holding it in one hand, she slid the melting butter
shaft out of her cunt and pushed the sticky banana up her well greased
avenue. At the same time she rubbed the remaining butter into the valley
between the cheeks of her arse, slipping the occasional finger into the
puckered oily opening of her anus.

I knelt in front of her, and started to eat my way through the feast.
I soon reached her oily cunt lips which entrapped the last half of the
banana. Digging deep with my tongue, while sucking hard, but I couldn’t
remove any more, so I resorted to using my fingers to scoop and dig at her
hole. Sliding a finger under her bottom, I wedged it into her arse, hooking
it over for grip, so that I could hold her while removing the soggy mess bit
by bit. The last bit being so far down, I used a teaspoon to scoop it out,
wasting none I swallowed the last of my meal. I then, like a good little boy,
licked the plate clean, including the valley and cheeks of her arse.

Standing up and walking around to the other side of the table, I first
stuffed one, then both my balls into Claire’s gaping mouth. She sucked on
them greedily. Then after licking the whole length of my rigid meat with
long, slow, wet slurps, I fed my dribbling cockhead into her hot, deep and
welcoming mouth.

Opening her mouth as far as possible, she first relaxed her throat, then
gulped and swallowed as I pushed, my cock slowly slipped into her mouth,
until to my utter amazement, the whole length of my fat wet prick was
wedged down her pretty throat. With my pubes tickling her chin and my balls
slapping her nose, I started to slide the whole length of my cock in and
out of her mouth, letting the head slip almost out of her lips, before
plunging it in again to the hilt. Fucking her tight, slinging throat as
if it was her cunt. What a fantastic sensation, feeling my cockhead
nudging deep down her throat. Sliding into her mouth, with her rippling
throat muscles milking the length of my fat 9″ shaft it wasn’t long before
the crisis came.

While I shafted Claire’s throat for all I was worth, Martin wedged his fat
cock into her slippery cunt. I watched as inch by inch he stuffed his red
hot meat up her, until his pubes met her smooth, butter soaked cunt lips.
Building up a slow rhythm, he fucked her with long deep thrusts, driving her
further onto my throbbing meat.

Nick stood over us while Claire slid between our pounding cocks, like a
well oiled piston. She gripped his rod, wanking him as fast as she could,
and rubbing his length over her breasts and throat. Occasionally letting my
cock go, she took Nick’s meat down her throat, sucking on its length before
fitting my huge erection back into her gaping mouth.

I spewed my spunk deep into her mouth, letting my hot sperm jet down her
throat. Some spilled out of the corner of her mouth as she gulped it down
as fast as she could, choking slightly as I wedged my still jetting cock
deep down her throat again. I came and came in the biggest orgasam I can
remember, hosing sperm into her willing mouth and throat again and again.
I thought from the amount of spunk she had received, I was going to drown
her, but apart from choking when I sprayed the back of her throat she
swallowed everything I gave her.

I continued to pump my cock in and out of her mouth, with her suckling
and sucking for all she was worth. She used every trick she knew to try
and keep my cock hard and stiff, which she succeeded in doing well.

While Clare took care of Martin and I, Tracy I noticed was catering to
the others. She was kneeling on the coffee table close by, astride Peter,
who’s cock was wedged up her cunt as far as it would go, while Dave using
the butter Claire had used so well, as lubricant, had wedged his cock up
her arse at least six inches, with more going in at each thrust. Finally
her mouth was doubly well occupied, Steve had his 11″ rod fitted snuggly
into her mouth, and from the look of it she was gagging on his massive
knobend as sank into her throat. Mike was standing next to Steve, and every
few strokes she would spit Steve out and gobble his cock instead.

As I watched, Steve started to grunt and twitch as he spewed the contents
of his huge balls down Tracy’s throat. Sperm spurted out the sides of
Tracy’s mouth, running down her chin and throat. Steve must of shot gallons
into her, but as he pulled out, his knob spat like a gun, firing thick
white, sticky bullets time and again. His seed squirted full into her face,
splashing over her nose and cheeks, into her eyes and hair, and onto her
lips, chin and forehead. It hung there thick and creamy, while some having
missed her face had sprayed down her chin and breasts, hung from her swollen
nipples like white swinging stalactites.

Steve was followed closely by Peter and Dave, spurting their loads into
her cunt and arse together. As they withdrew Tracy flopped down on
her back exhausted, spunk dribbling from her cunt and arse, mingling to
form a spreading puddle on the table. Mike immediately took advantage of
the situation.

Kneeling in front of her he sucked and licked her cunt and arse clean of
sperm, before standing up and wedging his massive erection up her anus.
He drove her along the table, his huge tool emmbedded up her backside, until
with grunts and heaves he spewed the contents of his balls up her well tight
greased arse. Pulling out of her the flood of sperm washed down onto the
tablecloth leaving another spreading stain.

After a few minutes of fucking Claire’s mouth, my cock was again rock hard
and ready to go. I withdrew my erect and well wetted cock from it sheath,
and walking round to the other table, stood between her sisters wide flung
thighs.

As I withdrew from Claire’s mouth, Nick immediately took my place, sliding
his not inconsiderable length down her throat where I had been moments
before, while Martin continued to hammer away between her thighs.

Holding Tracy’s legs out wide, I gently pushed my cock deep into her
sopping cunt. It was difficult because she was so tight, even after all
the previous abuse, so I wondered how Steve would manage up her love
tunnel later. Eventually in up to the hilt, I began to pump in and out
as smoothly and fast as possible.

As I sliced into Tracy’s hole, Martin alongside us began to buck and groan,
spewing his load into Claire’s grotto. Nick reached his peak watching
Martins efforts at the opposite end, pumping his hot spendings deep into
Claire’s mouth, but withdrawing to give a few final squirts into her
upturned face. They continued their efforts at each end of Claire, refusing
to let their erections go soft. Claire’s cunt became a sodden swamp as
or combined cum spurted out the sides as Martins pistoning cock worked in
her very juicy grotto.

Tracy began a long slow climb back to a climax, and I helped her along by
playing with her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples. Martin who
being replaced in the warmth of Claire’s cunt by Peter, slid his semi hard,
cum dripping length into Tracy’s mouth as I worked away between her legs.
Soon she was in the rythm of us both, each driving her further onto the
others shaft. Martin becoming more aroused at each stroke, regained his
erection, which as it grew wedged further down her throat with each thrust.

As Tracy reached orgasm I felt the wash of her juices around my embedded
erection. Slipping my length out of her cunt, and bending her legs upwards
and forwards over her head. I rubbed the length of my cockmeat from her
inflamed clit down her exposed cunt to her arse. Letting my knobend slip
between the cheeks of her arse, I nudged my length into her puckered spunk
dribbling hole. Pushing gently until her anus started to distend around my
prick. I thrust the head of my cock fully into her tight slippery arse. She
jerked at the force of my entry, giving a yelp of pain as my length slid in.

I leaned my weight down on her to assist the penetration, and as my length
eased further in, the lubrication of Daves and Mikes spunk, mixed with the
butter and vasoline, made the going easier. She settled down to enjoy it,
riding the length of my shaft as it tried to uncoil her entrails.

I slid and pushed into Tracy’s arse, juice and sperm trickling out to
cover my balls. Her entrails were already swimming in sperm, making the
going easier. So sticking my fingers in the butter, I slid one up her
arse alongside my thrusting prick, pushing the others into her streaming
cunt.

Claire was now kneeling in front of Steve, Peter and Martins combined
sperm dribbling from her gaping wet sex. She was trying very hard to
restore his massive erection by skilful use of her mouth. So taking
advantage of the offered position I withdrew from Tracy’s arse. Being
replaced at once by Nick, who alternated between shafting her cunt and
arse, while using a bottle in the hole not occupied by his prick.

I picking up the butter pat and moved up behind Claire. Sticking my fingers
into the butter, I greased the cheeks of her arse, smothering them in butter.
I then pushed first one then two fingers slowly up Claire’s amazing, tight
arse. It was very hard because she was so tense, and she protested at first.
But after working them in and out for a while she settled back, relaxing to
enjoy the sensation. I slid my fingers out of her tight hole, then holding
the butter up I pushed the length of my cock through it, smothered in
butter I rubbed it in by giving it a quick wank. Once I had it well
lubricated, I wedged the butter pat between the cheeks of Claires arse,
moulding it to the shape of the valley. Sticking my fingers through the
butter and up the hole of her anus, I rammed plug after plug of butter
into her anus, using my fingers to poke it as far up as possible.

Scraping the remaining butter from the deep cleft between the greasy cheeks
of her arse, I started to force my rigid, greasy cock into her tight well
greased anus. She at first complained and tried to pull away as I eased my
butter covered cock slowly into her tight rear orifice. But as it sank
further into her entrails she started to moan and pant, pushing back onto
my embedded weapon to force it further up her arse.

Nick and Martin both spilt their spunk deep into Tracy’s arse and mouth
respectively. I could see the lust on their faces, and hear their groans
as she feasted on Martins spurting prick. Sperm dribbling from the corners
of her mouth, while Mike filled her entrails with his hot, sticky seed.
Humping and shaking her behind as jet after jet of hot spunk sprayed deep
up her already overflowing arse.

Steve by now stiff again, unplugged Claire’s arse from my cock with a wet
sucking squelch. Lifting her bodily onto his cock, he slowly forced her
down, impaling her on his massive erection. I watched fascinated as pushing
on her shoulders Steve forced the purple head of his cock into her cunt.
It looked about the size of a babys clentched fist, and stretched her cunt
lips wide, before his huge tool slid slowly into her.

It was like watching a suckling pig being driven onto a large wooden stake
for roasting. Inch after inch wedged further up her straining sex, until
she couldn’t take any more. There was still about three inches of his meat
jutting out as Claire sat there perched on top of his weapon.

I washed my cock off using a bottle of wine, then watched as Peter, who
having rested, stood around Claire with Dave and Mike, so that she could
suck on their rampant cocks in turn. First one then another, and finally
taking two at a time, dipping them into her warm wet mouth and throat.

Claire wanked and sucked the three cocks around her, while Tracy seeing me
stretched out on the floor, knelt over me and gripping my still rampant cock,
wedged it up her cunt from below. Martin crouched down behind her, and
thinking he also was about to assult her anus, she reached for the butter.
But Martin had other ideas, pushing her forward onto my chest he forced his
cock into her cunt alongside mine. Both of us gripping her around the waist,
we forced her down onto the combined width and length of our cocks.

It felt like we would split her in half, but she kept humping our double
rod as hard as she could, begging for more. Hearing this, Nick dipping his
cock into the jar of honey, presented it to her mouth. When she opened her
pretty mouth to take him in, he slammed her head down so hard, his whole
length disappeared down her throat, almost choking and gagging her.

Claire impaled on Steves massive tool, gobbled the three other cocks until
the inevitable happened. Peter, Dave and Mike came one after another,
drowning her mouth, face and hair in hot spunk. They pumped their combined
loads into her pretty features, leaving sperm dripping from her nose, cheeks
and chin, with some dripping down to cover her large breasts. With bleary
eyes from the spunk in them, and streams of white sperm hanging from her
nipples Claire was tossed around on Steve erection like a tiny doll. She
had so much cum in her mouth she couldn’t hold it all. It dripped and ran
out of her lips before she could swallow it all. But like a cat trying to
get the last of the cream from its whiskers, she licked her lips and chin
before setting about cleaning up the mess on her tits.

Claire massaged the warm sperm into her large tits, paying particular
attention to her nipples, until they shone with the combined juice of
all those cocks. Soon they were caked white with drying sperm. Then using
her fingers, she wiped the spunk from her face and sucked it into her
mouth.

Martin and I slammed Tracy down on our pricks as hard as possible, while
above our heads we watched her greedily feast on Nicks rigid meat. Martin
started to twitch, then buck as he unloaded his balls deep into Tracy’s
stretched cunt. I could feel his sperm jetting up her hole drenching my
straining cock with wave after wave of hot cum. The sensation sent me over
the top. Sprayed my load up her, mixing with Martins spunk to flood her
insides completely. As we finished Nicks weapon recoiled violently, as it
spat its load down her throat. In the ecstatic spasms, his cock slipped out
of her mouth, spraying its load into her face. Where it ran down across
her chin and tits onto my upturned face and neck. I reached up and rubbed
the streams of white, warm cum into her breasts, twisting the wet, sticky
nipples between my fingers. Then sitting up I sucked on her erect sperm
coated nipples. Biting and licking them until she climaxed. She then
slumped down against my chest and licked my face clean of Nicks cream.

The men then joined us all for a well earned rest, and to watch Steve, who
holding her thighs wide apart, stretched Claire’s love tunnel wide with
his massive erection, now slippery with her juices. Picking Claire up by
her wide flung thighs, Steve stood up and walked across the room to
the sofa, Claire still impaled almost to the hilt on his weapon. Laying her
across the sofa so that she was kneeling on the edge with her head over
the back, Steve resumed his assult on her from the rear.

We watched amazed at the spectacle of Steves huge weapon spearing into
Claire’s tight, sperm soaked cunt. While her sperm soaked tits bounced
and shook. The look of lust on her face, also soaked in sperm prompted
Tracy to go over and start fondling Steve balls and rod as it plunged
into Claire’s grotto.

Tracy grabbing Steve by the embedded weapon dragged his off Claire, and
laying back on the sofa guided him into her sodden sex. Steve pushed and
shoved as hard as he could, bringing tears to Tracy’’s eyes. Suddenly
his erection slipped halfway into her straining cunt, and no matter how
much they tryed he couldn’t seem to get any more in.

After a few strokes Claire having recovered her breath, ordered Steve
back to work on her love tunnel. So standing up Steve obliged by ramming
his length back into her proffered cunt from behind. Steve straining and
grunting finally gave up the fight. Whipping out his rod just as it spat
its first salvo, drenching her back and arse. He then plunged it back in
to hose out Claires love tunnel with the rest of his spendings.

Tracy immediately started to lick the splashed spunk from Claire’s back,
and when Steve finally withdrew from Claire, she licked his rapidly
softening cock clean. Tracy then insisted on sucking Claire’s breasts,
neck and face clean of all the spilt spunk, while I licked and sucked her
spunk and juice soaked cunt clean and dry.

Sitting around talking we drank and ate for a while, talking over the past
few hours labours. It was decided that all would now adjourn to their
seperate beds for the night, and we would meet tomorrow lunch time.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will he be awake for this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did a pretty good job, though.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, nothing, Mistress.” he answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They were all very big and very good,” you mutter under your
breath, “and seemingly tireless.”

“Hungry?”

You shake your head. “A glass of water would be great, though.”
You gingerly untie your shoelaces and remove your shoes and socks. I go
into the kitchen and return with the water. “From the tap,” I say. “Not
too cold; don’t want your stomach to cramp, dearest.”

“Thanks for thinking of me,” you say, smiling at me. I sit on the
arm of the chair and kiss your sweaty forehead.

“I bet I taste like a salt-lick,” you grouse.

“If I smeared you with butter, I’d take you out to the movies and
eat you while I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger,” I reply, grinning.

“Nah; it’d have to be a Chow Yun-Fat flick for me to really enjoy
it,” you reply, chuckling a little.

“I got a surprise for you,” I say, kneading and massaging your
knotted shoulder muscles under my fingers. “A piping hot bubble bath
awaits you in back.”

“Ooh, that sounds wonderful,” you say, wincing under my
ministrations. “Is is real hot?”

“Real hot.” I stand and pull you to your feet. “Go soak. I’ll
be in there in a bit with more water. Or would you like iced tea?”

“Make it a Shiner Bock.” You shuck your uniform top and wipe your
sweaty chest with it. “I’m goin’ to soak.”

I go back into the kitchen and tidy up, rummaging around the
silverware drawer to find the bottle opener. I crack open a beer and take
it into the back. You’re splayed out in the bathtub when I enter, head
the only thing visible above the soapy froth. “This feels great,” you
say, arching your neck as you stretch the muscles in your body. “I’m glad
you thought of it.”

“Pshaw. I’m boiling the meat off your bones to make stock,” I
retort, handing you your beer. “Your libation, m’lord.”

“Thank you, m’lady.” You take the bottle from me and swig long
and hard, then voice your approval with a hefty burp. “Ah, the pause that
refreshes. Care to join me?”

“Bath or beer?”

“Either.”

I shake my head and perch on the toilet. “Nah; I’ll just sit here
and watch you splash around, my little ducky.”

“Quack quack,” you say, splashing the water and bubbles with your
hand, then burping again. “My musical intestines.”

“Do me a favor,” I say. “Close your eyes and soak, okay?”

You eye me suspiciously. “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? Just close your eyes. This’ll
feel really good.” I take the beer bottle from you and place it on the sink.

“Okay, but I’m warning you.” You sit back, close your eyes. “Any
funny stuff and you _don’t_ get a spanking.”

“Fresh.” I reach for my sponge glove, the one I use when I
shower. “I may not show you my new trick.”

“How’d an old bitch like you learn a new trick?”

“Hush.” I submerge my gloved hand into the semi-scalding water,
getting it wet and soapy. The bubbles are high, almost up to my elbow. I
begin to stroke your stressed body with the glove, cleaning and massaging
your skin. You glow pink and smile.

“Ah! That feels so good, sweetheart,” you whisper, a little catch
in your voice.

“How ’bout this?” I squeeze the sponge around your cock, very
gently, then slowly stroke it. The warm water swirls around your groin.
“You like that?”

“That’s…good,” you moan, your body shifting. I feel your hips
arch upwards under the water; I place the sponge against your waist and
gently push you back down. “Relax,” I say soothingly. “Lie back, okay?”

You recline against the tub; I notice that your breathing is very
irregular now. “Can I continue?” I ask.

“Please,” you say. I continue stroking, smoothing the water and
soap and sponge up and down your shaft, gently around the head, down
around your scrotum. I increase the pressure, grasping you more firmly,
speeding up a little.

“Want me to stop?” I query.

“No, please; no, don’t,” you say quickly. “Please.”

Faster, harder I go, watching the delirious, delicious expressions
cascading over your face. Your arm rises out of the bubbly water and
grasps the side of the tub. You’re breathing hard and your hips are out
of control almost, moving with the motions of my gloved hand. Even
through the thick sponge I can feel the rigid shaft throbbing under my
fingers. I myself am getting all sticky in my panties but I’m too fixated
on your cock to be distracted by it.

Suddenly your body goes rigid under the water and I feel your
penis explode in my hand. Your head arches wildly back and an erotic
groan escapes your lips. Then you relax and slide back under the water
again; your breathing deepens. I take my hand out of the water and remove
the glove. “You like?” I ask.

“Jesus,” is all you can say. I bend down and kiss you gently on
the lips. “I’m going to bed,” I say, flinging the sopping and slightly
sticky glove into the sink. “You can join me when you’re able.”

Once you walked inside and saw how nice the reception area was,
and how sophisticated the receptionist, your no longer doubted
the wisdom of your decision. The receptionist greeted you warmly
and asked you to have a seat until Mr. Lamborghini could come for
you. Lamborghini. Even the name was reassuring.

“Ah, Miss Anderson! How wonderful you were able to come early!
Do come in, my dear. We have everything set up, so if you like
we can begin right away.” He was a large man, handsome in a
rugged sort of way, yet his eyes were surprisingly cold even
though his smile appeared very genuine. He was well dressed with
expensive dark slacks and what appeared to be an expensive silk
shirt accented with a heavy gold chain around his neck. He took
your arm and bowed slightly as he held the door for you. The
crew were not so impressive, especially the slick looking young
man who seemed to be leering at you as though you were dessert.
There was something definitely unlikable about him, in spite of
his dark, curly hair, his California tan, and his athletic build.
Again, it was the eyes that disturbed you the most.

“All right, gang, this is the big scene now,” said Lamborghini.
We open with a long shot…”

“Mr. Lamborghini?” You were hesitant to disturb him, but some-
thing was not right here.

“What is it?” he snapped, turning to glare at you at though you
were there to clean up and not to be his star.

“Mr. Lamborghini, a friend of mine told me you’re a little dif-
ferent from other directors he knows, but shouldn’t I get ready
first? What about makeup? And what should I wear?”

He smiled, but it was not a reassuring gesture. “When I need
help, Dear, I’ll be sure you’re the first to know.”

“But…”

“So! Now, Frank first we get a long shot of you coming in the
door toward Miss Anderson. She has her back turned to you,
obviously not expecting company. Her husband is gone for the
day, and you’re his best friend, so at first she’s not too
alarmed to see you. Then you tell her what you’re going to do,
and her expression turns…

The color drained from your face as you realized the old trap you
had fallen to with your eyes open. Frantically you looked around
for a way to escape. No one was looking your way, so you made a
dash for the door to the reception room. Locked! Oddly, they
were still ignoring you. You ran to a door across the room, next
to the bed that you had not noticed until now. Locked!

“…then her husband comes in and sees you in bed with her. At
first he is angry, but then he gets all excited by what you’re
doing…Look, Miss Anderson. You’re not going anywhere. Don’t
make this hard for all of us. O.K., now that she’s all hot and
bothered, we’re going to have to make a little revision here.
Might be more interesting this way. All right, Frank. We’ll
start where she already knows what’s going to happen to her.
Lights! Roll ‘em! Action! Go get ‘er, Frank!”

The one called Frank lunged at you and began pawing at your
blouse as he pushed you back toward the bed. You screamed and
tried to push him away, but he got his hand on the neck of your
blouse and ripped it off from you. He laughed and tore at your
skirt as you tripped and fell backwards onto the bed.

The camera moved in for close ups as Frank pinned you to the bed
with one arm and casually pulled your bra off with his right
hand. He grabbed your full young breasts with both hands and
tried to kiss you as you jerked and twisted beneath him trying to
avoid his lips. You screamed then and he reared up to slap you
hard across the face. Stunned and in shock at the suddenness and
viciousness of his attack, you fell back while he slowly and
deliberately slipped your panties down over your legs and tossed
them aside. You screamed again as he spread your legs for the
camera, but you knew you were helpless to resist all of them.

Suddenly the cameraman stood up, almost dropping his portable
camera. There was no sound but the faint whirring of an exhaust
fan somewhere in the next room. A very large black man loomed up
over you, and the one called Frank rose up in the air as though
snatched up by a construction crane. The black man tossed him
against the wall as easily a though he were a pillow.

“Hobbes!” Lamborghini cried. “Look, Mr. Hobbes, we didn’t know
you wanted to watch the filming. I mean, hey! Sure, come on in!
Make yourself at home. Jane! Get a drink for the boys! Sit
down…”

“Shut up!” the black man snapped, at the same time stepping aside
to let the tall, quiet man face Lamborghini who was visibly
trembling.

“Mr. Hobbes…please!”

The black man smashed Lamborghini in the face, then pulled out an
awesome-looking black automatic and stuck it in the man’s mouth
so his chattering teeth made little clicking sounds on the cold
metal.

The tall man didn’t look dangerous at all. He was quiet, even
scholarly in appearance with his unassuming glasses and the touch
of gray at his temples. It was the voice that chilled the room.
He spoke softly, without emotion. “Nick, give the girl your
coat. She’s coming with us…Lamborghini, you know your job
better than this. We don’t use amateurs when I finance your
films. This is business. You get your kicks on some other
playground, but not with my money.”

“Look, Hobbes…” Lamborghini mumbled around the barrel of the
gun.

“MISTER Hobbes.” Nick pushed the barrel of the gun further into
Lamborghini’s mouth.

“Mifter ‘obbes…”

“Let’s go, Nick. Get the girl.”

The big black man covered you with surprising gentleness, then
lifted you as though you were weightless. He held you securely
cradled in one massive arm, taking the reception area door’s knob
with the other hand. He shrugged, took one step backward and
smashed it open with his foot. With practiced ease he opened
the door of the black limousine and placed you on the seat as
gently as though you were a baby. The man called Hobbes got in
beside you, Nick slipped in next to the driver, and the car
rolled away from the curb with scarcely a sound.

“Soundproof, bulletproof…would you like a drink?” Hobbes asked
with a surprisingly gentle smile.

Still in shock, you looked at him blankly and tried to pull the
coat down further.

“I would have offered you my own coat,” he explained softly, “but
as you can see, Nick’s coat covers more of you. Look, Miss, I’m
sorry about all of this. Lamborghini’s a fool. Nobody screws
around…Oops! Sorry. You’re understandably upset. I Don’t
want to add to it.” He smiled again and leaned back without
looking at you until the limo pulled up to the building with the
red-uniformed doorman.

“Mr. Hobbes! Welcome, Sir. Would you like any help, Sir?” You
were beginning to recover enough to wonder at the way the doorman
pretended not to notice that you were clad only in an oversized
man’s suit coat. You couldn’t help wondering how common it was
for this quiet stranger to come here with scantily clad girls.
As you slowly got out of the limo, the doorman graciously covered
you with his own long coat and an attendant rushed out to offer
assistance. Thinking more clearly now you decided that if you
were going to be raped, it might as well be in style.

“Forget it, Miss,” Hobbes said with a trace of a laugh in his
voice. I brought you here for a hot bath and some new clothes.
Nothing more.”

You blushed in spite of yourself, and tried to duck down inside
the coat so he couldn’t see.

The suite was spacious, and servants seemed to be everywhere. One
bright young woman rushed you off to the palatial bathroom and
for the next hour you lay back in a huge, sunken marble tub
wondering if you were dreaming.

The young servant brought you a beautiful silk gown and a large
Japanese kimono to wrap around it. She dried you and helped you
dress, then led you back into the living room. Only the man
called Hobbes was there. The servants had all disappeared.

He looked up and whistled softly, and you blushed again in spite
of yourself.

“Well! For the first time I believe it wouldn’t be so bad to be
a dirty old man!” he exclaimed with a cheerful laugh. “But of
course you’re a guest, so you’re quite safe, my little friend.”
He chuckled and you smiled without really knowing why.

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Subject: 2/2 Audition

“Do you have any pets?”

“Hmmmm…Well, I don’t know about this…What the hell! Would
you like to see mine? Her name is Aiki.”

“Eye-kee?”

“That’s right. She’s a pretty little bitch, exceptionally well
trained. Maybe she can help you relax after what you’ve been
through.”

You’re face brightened and you nodded your assent.

“Aiki! Here, girl!” Hobbes called, then whistled.

Much to your surprise, a beautiful young Japanese girl slipped
into the room, wearing a see-through blouse and a very short
mini-skirt. At first you thought she was wearing some kind of
jeweled necklace, then to your astonishment you realized it was a
studded dog collar! The next thing you realized was that her
little brown nipples were clearly showing through the sheer
blouse.

She came up to Hobbes and knelt respectfully in front of him
while he reached down to fondle her pretty little breasts through
the cloth.

“This is our guest, Aiki. Would you like to show her how we
treat pretty young ladies here? Be nice to her now.”

You were unsure just what to do when the girl stood up and came
to kneel before you. Very gently she moved the folds of the
kimono aside and raised the hem of your gown so that she could
get her face up between your thighs.

“No!” You jumped back as her warm tongue touched you.

The girl looked startled, and turned to Hobbes with a questioning
look.

“It’s O.K., Aiki. Maybe she doesn’t like to have it that way.
Why don’t you just remove your skirt and give us a little demon-
stration. Would you like that?”

The girl smiled and pulled her skirt off. She was not wearing
panties, but what startled you even more was that she was com-
pletely bare. As you watched, she knelt with her thighs spread
and slowly masturbated herself in front of you.

“That’s enough, Aiki. Now take off your blouse and get down on
your hands and knees and run around the room for us.”

The Japanese girl was naked in a moment, obediently got down on
her hands and knees and began crawling around the room.

“Well, what would you like to do with her, Dear? She’s yours for
as long as she gives you any pleasure. You can ride on her back,
have her eat you, you can give her enemas, have her do interest-
ing little things to herself…”

“What do you mean!?” you cried in dismay. Yet in spite of your-
self the possibilities began to race through your mind.

“Why is she doing this?”

“She’s a sex slave.”

“What?”

“A sex slave. She does anything that gives me pleasure, and she
does it willingly.”

“Anything?” Your voice was suddenly husky.

“Come here, Aiki.”

Still crawling on her hands and knees, the girl came up to Hobbes
with a big smile and waited.

“Get it out, Aiki. Show our guest how good you are.”

The girl obediently unzipped Hobbes trousers and pulled out his
erect penis. She moved forward, took it into her mouth and began
sucking it like a piece of candy.

“That’s enough, Aiki. Bring the whip, the multi-thonged one.”

The girl crawled away, and you cried out “No! Don’t do that to
her. You can’t.”

“Would you rather I’d do something else to her? We don’t want to
leave any marks on her pretty body, but I’m open to suggestion.”

“Isn’t there anything else you can do? Make love to her, or
something?”

“Of course. Or I can do the same for you, if you like.” He was
smiling, but there was nothing threatening in his manner. You
knew that it was intended as a free choice.

“Will she…ah…can she…”

“Of course, if you’ll let her. Aiki! Come here! No, no. Get
up, Aiki. Give me the whip and let’s see you do something nice
for our guest now. She won’t jump this time. If she does, we’ll
try the whip on her!”

You knew he was joking, yet something about the suggestion excit-
ed you in spite of yourself. Now Aiki was undressing you, and
you trembled with expectation at the feel of her warm tongue. She
held you close to her, with you still standing and she kneeling
between you thighs, licking and sucking you until you thought you
could stand it no longer. Then as you began to come, you felt a
sharp sting on your little buttocks, and the sound of the whip as
it stung you. Yet you could not move from t he eager tongue, and
you waited with fearful anticipation for the next blow. It did
not come.

Instead, Hobbes laughed. “Just couldn’t resist that the way you
were squirming around Aiki’s tongue. What a fascinating sight
you two made.”

Pulling away from Aiki’s face, slipping her hands away from your
thighs, you looked at Hobbes with a mixture of desire and anger.
“How could you!?” you demanded. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me!”

“And did I?” asked Hobbes easily, looking at your naked body with
great interest.

“Well, no…not really.” You rubbed the spot that still stung
slightly, then spread your thighs slightly as he came up to you
and slipped his right hand down to fondle your labia. He stopped
then and put both arms around you to hold your naked body close
to him. One hand reached down to lightly rub your little butt
while the other gently massaged your shoulders.

Suddenly you squeaked as you felt Aiki’s tongue flicking you from
behind, trying to get in between your little buttocks.

“Don’t do that!” you squealed, but then she gently pulled the
cheeks apart and with Hobbes feeling of your labia and fingering
your clit from the front and Aiki running her hot tongue in
against your anus, you sighed and let them have total access to
your warm body.

The evening was the most memorable of your life, one you longed
to experience again and again. Hobbes and Aiki taught you so
much that you had never known, and now could not live without.
But it’s late, and biographers are human. So we must conclude
and come back some other evening.

When you awoke the next morning, in your own apartment with no
memory of how you got there, the phone rang as you were getting
up

“Miss Anderson?” The voice was unfamiliar, and you were wary.

“Yes?”

“Miss Anderson, my name is Harry Franklin. I’m a producer with
New International Studios.”

“Oh, my! Another porn movie! Look, fellow, forget…”

“No! No! Don’t you recognize my name? I’m horrified! Two
Academy Awards in five years, and you don’t know ME? Please,
Miss Anderson, don’t break my spirit and threaten my life at the
same time!”

“Yes. Yes, I do recognize your name. But you’ve got to be
playing some kind of a cruel joke. I want to be an actress, but
you couldn’t possibly be offering me a chance to be in one of
your movies! How do you know I can even act?”

“Miss Anderson, you can learn to act a whole lot more easily than
I can learn to swim!”

“What…?”

“Mario Lamborghini was fished out of the river this morning.”

The ad said “Wanted, male, 18 to 24, to share 2 bedroom house, with same.
Rent, $200 per month. Call…” and the number was listed. I had the ad
running for a few weeks and a number of guys came by to look. The house was
a typical batchelor pad, sparse furniture and no frills. It was located
in a quiet neighborhood and far back far from the street and other houses.
I was renting from a couple who had moved to Florida and wanted someone
to take care of the house.

I guess that either the house was too far away from civilization, or my
housekeeping was atrocious, because I had no takers. My money was starting
to run low and having no extra income as I had planned, was getting to be a
real drag. Then I got a phone call from Julie. I hadn’t considered renting
the room to a girl, as I thought that it could cause some complications
when I brought a date home. She was in a terrible need of a place to stay.
Her apartment complex had been sold and the rent was increasing to a point
where she couldn’t afford to live there anymore. I told her that I didn’t
really want to rent to a female, but she must have sensed that I was
getting desparate to find a renter. She talked me into letting her look
the place over.

When I opened the door, I was taken by surprise. I had envisioned a plain
looking girl with glasses. She had long blonde hair, which cascaded down
to her waist. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and she was a very
beautiful vision of lovliness. I ushered her into the room and began
making excuses for the shape of the house. She ignored my comments and
seemed to have a number of ideas to spruce up the house.

I was being entranced by her beauty and wondered if I should really rent
her the room. Although there was some complications, I thought that it
just might work out to our mutual benefit.

You were just talking about it, when he suggested that he take some
pictures of you. “No,” you told him, “I don’t think I could do that.
Looking is one thing, but taking my clothes off for a camera is something
else. I mean, what if someone saw them??”

“No problem, doll. No one ever will. I can develop them myself, and we can
save them. That way, in 20-30 years, we’ll remember how good we looked, and
how much fun we had. I’ll tell you what: if you don’t want to, how about if
we just take some of you in regular clothes, or a swimsuit? You know,
fashion photography. How about that?”

“Well, I guess that’d be ok,” you told him. Thinking to yourself, though,
“Hmmm, maybe I could just start off that way, and see how it goes. I’m sure
I could always quit.”

So after a little more coaxing, you told him to be here at your place next
Saturday. Well, today was Saturday, and you had gotten up early, fixed
yourself a good breakfast, (so your stomach wouldn’t be growling), and took
about 2 hours to do your hair and make-up. When he came in, he said you
looked great, but that the make-up had to be a bit heavier, so it would
show up better on film.

“Kinda make it look like a hooker’s make-up. I know it seems like too much,
but it really IS better for the camera. It tends to get washed out from the
flash, so you need more to make it show up.”

So you went walking back into the bathroom (still wearing just a towel),
and applied more pancake, rouge, eyeshadow, etc…

While in there, you called out to him, “What do I wear?”

“ANYTHING you want, baby,” he answered. “Where should I set up?”

You told him the empty living room would be good. You had taken all the
furniture out so you could put in the new carpet, but so far had only
gotten as far as removing the old carpet, so all you had now was a bare
wood floor.

As you put on more cosmetics, you heard him banging around, moving his
equipment. You wondered what was involved. You assumed he would just have
his 35mm and a flash. “Must be more to it than that,” you thought. You
guessed that since he had done some photography for “High Society” before,
that he knew what he was doing.

Having finished with the Mary Kay, you head into the bedroom, and pull out
a business suit. You pull on the blouse, and put on the crotchless panties,
hoping he won’t notice till later. You pull on your suntan pantyhose over
them, and put the purple skirt on. The high heels come next, and, checking
your hair one last time in the mirror, you head out into the large living
room.

You are surprised at the amount of equipment he has there.

“What IS all that stuff?” you ask.

He starts pointing things out, explaining what they are needed for. “Well,
that’s a tripod, used to hold the camera steady, so we can get very clear
pictures. Wouldn’t do too well to have you all made up, and have it come
out blurry, now would it? That big white panel is a reflector. I use it to
even out the lighting all the way around you. That’s so when the flash goes
off, you don’t look like you are in a spotlight. These two boxes with the
umbrellas on them are called ‘fill-in flash’ units. That’s an additional
way to add light, because with just the flash on the camera, no matter what
reflectors I had, you’d still be in a spotlight. We want as much a natural
look as we can manage. I don’t want it to look like a picture. I want it as
a captured moment of time.”

You smile at his drop into romanticism, and ask what the cable on the
camera is for. He told you that it’s a remote for setting off the camera,
to insure even further that the camera doesn’t move when he take the
picture.

“Ok,” you say, “NOW what do we do?”

“Well, first, we have some wine. This is needed to relax you. I can see you
are a bit nervous.”

“Well, I’ve never done any film work before. I don’t know what to do. I’m
afraid I’ll mess up.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he told you, “you CAN’T mess up. I’m the one who
controls everything. Just relax and be yourself.”

“OK, but, do we REALLY have to drink this early in the day? I mean, it’s
only 10 am.”

“Yep, necessary. Believe me, it’s ok. It’s only 1 drink.”

He gets out the bottle (already opened), and pours you a drink, in a long
stemmed wine glass. You sip it, and notice its chilled just right, and
actually tastes good for this early in the morning. You sit down, and look
around, intimidated by everything. You aren’t sure if you want to continue
with this.

He seems to notice this, and tells you to take your time.

“Drink the whole glass, but only at your own pace. Relax, it’ll be ok.
Think of it as fun, not something to be afraid of. Just like having your
school picture taken.”

“I HATED getting my school picture. They ALWAYS turned out terrible.”

“Not this time, love. This time it’ll be great. You’re so beautiful, I
could do this with a instamatic and make people think it was a Renoir.”

You smile at him, relaxing a bit. You are enjoying the attention he is
giving you.

“A Renoir? No, I don’t think so. Maybe I’d make a good Picasso?” You make a
funny face at him, sticking your tongue out.

He laughs, and leans forward to give you a kiss. You stop him, reminding
him of the lipstick.

“Hey, wait!” he says. “That’s perfect. Stay there.” And he turns the camera
around, and starts taking pictures of you. He has you cross your legs, and
hold the wine glass on your lap, both hands wrapped around the stem. He
takes the picture, then tells you to tilt the glass forward, so he can get
the ring of lipstick you have lip on the rim. Then he has you hold it up
almost to your lips, ready to take a drink.

The whole time, he is telling you how great you look, and how perfect the
pictures will be, especially since you are in them. You feel flattered and
amused that he would say so. “You’re just saying that.” you tell him,
hoping it’s not true. “No, I’m not. I really believe it. Really!”

After about 10 pictures of this, he asks if you would like to do more. You
say sure, since you are starting to enjoy it. He goes over to your stereo,
and turns on some hot, soft, romance music. Not sleepy classical, but
something with an underlying urgency to it. Not rushed, but not boring. He
has you look down a bit, stare up at him, with the glass close to your
mouth.

“Ok, now. Lick your lips very slowly, like it’s the most arousing thing you
have ever tasted.”

You do your best act, and notice your lips feel pretty good and smooth. You
put on a ghost of a smile, trying to be alluring. You guess it worked,
because he says, “Don’t do that! I’m trying to take pictures here!” You
smile wickedly, and decide to try and turn him on. You guess the wine is
starting to work on you, since this is your third glass; you have been
sipping it in between shots.

So you tell him to set the stuff back up where it’s supposed to be, and you
go over in front of the camera. You remove the blazer you had put on, and
he notices you don’t have a bra on underneath your silk lavender blouse.
“Great,” he says. “Put the glass down, stare at the camera, and pull your
shoulders back. Now lift your chin, and put one foot out to the side. Hands
on your hips. Great!”

He takes a series of pictures, you trying to be the sexy business woman
boss type. It seems to be working, because as you watch him take the
pictures, you notice he’s getting a hard on. You are about ready to spring
a surprise on him, when he announces, “I’m out of film. Hold on.”

Damn! You go back and get the glass, filling it up. Standing in front of
the camera, you wait, sipping at your Cabernet Souvignon. He reloads the
35, and gets back behind the lens. He says, “OK, ok, let’s go.” Seems to be
in a rush, does he? Ok, let him try this…..

You lean back, hold the glass high over your head, and tilt your head back.
He’s snapping like crazy, because your tits are tight against your blouse.
Then, without warning, you tilt the glass and let the wine run down your
chest, over your stomach, and down to the floor. He is snapping furiously.
Good thing he’s got that auto-winder on there! The wine is cold, and makes
your nipples tighten, and stand out even farther against your blouse. He
has you turn towards him, and do the same thing again. The blouse is now
see through, just adding a hint of color to your skin. Your large breasts
are looking good through it, and you feel excited. He says it’s perfect.
Just what he was looking for. So sexy, yet not dirty. Kind of like a wet
t-shirt contest, he says. So you continue….

You start to unbutton your blouse, and get down to your cleavage before you
stop. You lean forward, pushing your tits at the camera, and holding the
blouse open to show your breasts. It looks good against the see-through
which is all around it.

He just lets you do what you want, snapping pix at a rapid pace. You start
to undo the skirt, unwrapping it from around you, and letting it fall to
the floor. He almost faints when he sees the garter belt and crotchless
undies you have on. When he runs out of film again, it only takes him about
6 seconds to change rolls, and he is off again.

You decide to get very bold, and grab the front of your blouse, right at
your nipples. While he is snapping, you rip the blouse off you, letting
your tits swing free. You throw the blouse to the ground, and turn sideways
to show him your profile.

He pushes a stool over to you, and you sit on it. It’s kind of like a bar
stool, with the legs connected by bars. You sit on it, and press your knees
together. He throws you a towel, and you dry off. You put your hands on
your knees, and hold your tits together with your upper arms. He has you
straighten your back, and hold your head up, so you make a type of
triangle. “It looks so good, angel. I love it!” Your nipples are standing
up still, not from the cold anymore, but from the heat. You find that all
this is turning you on. You imagine yourself as a model for Playboy, and
that soon you’ll be Hef’s woman.

Your lover tells you to wake up, and move around. Who the hell is he to
interrupt your fantasy? So you put those heels on the floor, stand up, and
turn around, showing him your ass, covered by the black lace of the
panties. You pull it together, against the middle of you ass, showing off
your cheeks. That flash is going like a strobe light! You put your fingers
in the band of the garter belt, and bend over, sliding them down your long
legs, pointing your ass at him. You turn around, and kick off your shoes.
Now all you have on are the panties.

You stop, and notice he is rubbing his cock through his pants. “Excited?”
you ask him. “You know it, babe!”

You sit down on the stool again, and put you feet on the cross bars. You
slowly spread your knees apart, showing him the opening in the underwear.
Your legs get wider and wider, till it’s like you have nothing on at all.
Your pussy is wide open, and you can see him zooming the lens in on it,
pressing that cable release. He finally says he has to let himself out, and
wants to take his pants off.

“No. If you want to do that, YOU get in front of the camera.”

He hesitates. “No, I’ve always been the taker, not the takee.”

“Oh well,” you tell him. “Guess I’ll just get dressed then.” You start to
pick up your clothes.

He practically flies out from behind the camera. You giggle, and run back
behind it. He explains that all you have to do is get what you want in the
middle of the frame, and squeeze the cable. You tell him you think you can
handle that, and he takes no time in removing his pants, revealing his
tight bikini-type black underwear. His cock looks so huge in that tiny
thing! You almost forget to take pictures, but then you remember, and start
looking through the view finder. You get his whole body in view, and take
pix as he removes his shirt, shoes, and socks. Now he is dressed just like
you. (Except, of course, his underwear isn’t crotchless.) You tell him you
want to see his cock, but only if he does it nicely.

He has a nice body, and he turns around and around, acting like a male
stripper, dancing for the camera. He moves closer, and shakes his package
into the lens. You can see his balls bouncing through the material. He
backs up, and shows his ass to you. He, too, pulls the material between his
cheeks, and wiggles his ass at you. You find your free hand between your
legs, rubbing your clit. What a hot ass he has.

He drops his shorts, and turns around very fast, surprising you with the
length and stiffness of his cock. GOD, it looks inviting. But you want more
pictures of it, so you keep snapping. But it won’t take anymore. “Damn,” he
says. “Out of film again.” He rushes over, and changes the camera for a
camcorder. Mounting it on the tripod, he tells you, “I can make still
pictures from this. It runs for two hours, so don’t worry about missing
anything.”

Then he goes back to the chair, sits down, points his cock at you, and
pours a new glass of wine over it. You can’t resist. You love the taste of
cock, and the taste of red wine, especially this kind. You leave the
camera, and run over to the chair. He turns sideways, and you get on your
knees, taking it in your mouth. God, the taste of it is enough to drive you
crazy. The saltiness of his sweat, and the sweetness of the wine is almost
too much. You reach your hand back down between your legs, and furiously
pump your pussy. You stick two fingers into it, and are surprised at how
slick it is, then you remember you had poured wine on yourself, and some
had probably gotten inside. So you remove his cock from your mouth, and lie
down, legs spread towards him. He immediately kicks the chair out of the
way, and drops onto his stomach, putting his face between your legs. He
groans as his hard cock hits the wood floor, and you start to laugh.

“Verry funny. VERRRRY funny. I think I broke my cock!”

You tell him to turn around, that you’ll kiss it and make it better. He
does, and you take the glass that is still sitting there, and dip his cock
into it. There was just enough left to get the whole thing coated.

Then you put his legs on either side of your head, and put your hands on
his hips. He lets you control him, and you pull him down onto you, letting
his cock slide deeply inside your throat. His balls tickle your chin, and
you swallow, letting your throat muscles close around his shaft. He moans,
and drives his tongue into your pussy. You almost gag at the feeling he has
just given you. You pull your thighs close around his head, and hold him
there. He starts flicking his tongue up and down in your slit, making you
wetter, and licking off the stickiness of the combination of the wine and
your juices.

As you suck his cock, you feel it building in pressure in his balls. He
licks you faster and faster, across your clit, through your lips, and
across your asshole, teasing it just slightly. He holds your lips apart
with his hot fingers, and stabs your cunt with his tongue. He snakes it
around inside your nether hole, making you wetter by the second. The soft
bottom of his tongue rubs across your clit the whole time, making you jump
from time to time from the electricity his touch gives you. You feel
yourself starting you cum, and you pull his hips down, stuffing his massive
cock all the way down your throat, sucking as hard as you can. He pushes a
finger into your ass, and you cum, squeezing his head, and using your hands
to jam him farther into your pussy. He starts to cum, and you can feel it
burst in your throat, filling you up with the heat. You can’t hold it all,
and it starts to run out your mouth. Licking and sucking, you pull it out
as fast as you can, letting it spray your face. He turns around, after
going limp, and licks it off your face, then kisses you. Then he gets up,
points to the camera, and says, “We got it all on tape!!”

On top of the very nice physical package she was friendly, chatty and gave
a WONDERFUL lap dance. She touched as much as the law would allow, and maybe a
bit more. And as time had gone on (this was the sixth time I had come in
during the past 5 months) her dances for me had gotten just a little more
risque, a little hotter, a little more daring. She let me touch her back quite
a bit too, but I was always careful not to go over the line. It was still
great. She also gave lip-kisses. Most of the girls would only give you a
little nip on the cheek. Little details like that mean a lot to me.

Anyway, we were there and my buddy got up to go to the restroom. As he
walked away, I sighed, considering the fact I only had $22 bucks left of the
$130 I had started with, and observed that it was unfortunate the evening was
going to have to end fairly soon.

“How come?” Her voice wasn’t bad either, not the gravelly, husky female
voice that made me melt, but pretty nice all the same.

I explained the money thing. I usually got 4 or 5 (3 or 4 from her)
dances and 3-4 overpriced drinks when I came in. She knew my limits, but
I’d only had two of her dances tonight — she had been with other customers.

She leaned down with her lips to my right ear and pressed her warm soft
cheek to mine. I loved it when she did that. She did it quite a bit.

“Who says it has to end?” she asked softly.

That raised my eyebrows. She never pushed me to haul out my plastic for
her, never pushed period. A rarity, and yet another thing I liked about her
(you’re gonna be sick of all the little details I liked about this woman before
I’m done).

That left one possibility, one I’d never seriously considered before. It
was against club policy for dancers to go out with customers. Naturally the
owners were afraid of getting nailed for pimping or something, or even being
innocent bystanders in a prostitution scandal. But it sure sounded like she
was proposing a little after-work get-together. So the questions were 1) Is
she a cop? or 2) Is she a hooker?

I craned my neck around to look her in the eyes, and she shifted slightly
to help me out.

“Care to elaborate on that?” I asked.

She smiled impishly and leaned forward. Her hair spilled around our faces
and I could smell her breath. It was sweet from the call drinks we’d both had.
She touched her forehead to mine and whispered, “You’re always really sweet.
You’re friendly and you don’t try to pull a big come-on. I like that a lot.
I’d also like to spend the rest of the night with you. No strings, just fun.”
She leaned back to gauge my reaction.

She needn’t have bothered. My cock had gotten rock hard in seconds, and
as I stared back, trying to formulate a witty assent worthy of James Bond, she
pressed her leg into my erection, waggled her eyebrows suggestively and said “I
think I’ve got a ‘yes’ here.” I grinned at her and we made plans hurriedly
before my buddy came back from the restroom.

To shorten things a bit, let’s just say that it required a bit of timing
and my dashing about at high speed in my Grand Prix to get me separated from
my buddy (luckily he lived nearby) and back with Julie without her fellow
club workers noticing. Her apartment was much closer than mine, so we headed
there. I was as excited as all hell, but during the short trip alone back to
the club, I resolved that since she was giving me the most princely gift of her
beautiful body, I had to see to it that she enjoyed this evening as much as
possible. It would be my gift to her.

We had a difficult time getting into her apartment. We kept stopping
every few steps and kissing strongly. For a long time I had desired to *really*
kiss her, as opposed to the brief ones we were allowed at the club. She would
press her warm body up against mine and move up and down, stroking me with
her entire self, while our tongues “dueled like soft, moist sabers” (I’ve
always liked that line). It was wonderful, but I restrained myself as much as
possible. Crazy animalistic sex would be great, but it wasn’t what I wanted
to do for her right now. I wanted to add in a lot of tease, to make her beg
for release, to drive her crazy. I’m no Don Juan, but on the few occasions
I’d had opportunity to do this in the past, my partners were always VERY grate-
ful.

Finally, we staggered into the bedroom. She’d lost her top and I my
shirt. We flopped onto the bed, still kissing madly, but I’d managed to slow
the pace down to just intense instead of wild. Stroking her smooth back, I
eased her onto her stomach and moved up to whisper in her ear.

“Just relax for a while and let me do the work. Let it be my thanks for
your having me over.” Yeah, yeah, “having me over” isn’t all that romantic
sounding, but I didn’t want to get really gushy and say “make love”, and “have
sex” seemed *much* too cold.

“Mmmmmm,” she purred, and smiled sexily, settling onto the bed with a cute
wiggle. I took that as a “yes”, as I reached over and turned on a small lamp.
The light was subdued but ample. Excellent.

I slowly unzipped her skirt and reached up inside it to grasp her firm
buttocks, squeezing strongly. Julie sighed and thrust her pelvis gently into
the bed. Lifting her midsection slightly, I pulled the skirt off, then quickly
removed my own jeans, but left my underwear. Her g-string, slightly damp from
sweat and arousal, went next, and she was completely naked.

Under the soft light, without the blare of music and flashing flights of
the stage, she was even more beautiful. Her skin was tanned golden, smooth and
unmarked but for thin strips of pale skin around her hips and upper back, which
I knew extended around her small breasts. Her hair was a maize color, darker
and richer than the typical blonde, and her face, which I could see in profile,
was sorority-girl cute, with the button nose and pouty lower lip. She looked
much less wanton in repose than at the club, with her eyes closed and lips
curled in a small smile. She wasn’t a goddess, but she was very beautiful, more
than I had thought. It could have been the head trip I was experiencing, I
don’t know. I didn’t care.

I shook myself out of the reverie and began to slowly and softly massage
her back and shoulders, occasionally working my way down the jut of of her
cute butt and down her legs. Periodic sighs and squirmings told me I was doing
things right. It was wonderful, the simple tactile pleasure of running my hands
over her skin, which was very warm, softly smooth, yet with the resiliency of
good muscle tone and athleticism.

I worked at it for a while until she was very relaxed, but I didn’t want
her to fall asleep on me. Time to try something else.

“You like this, baby?” I asked her gently. She murmured an assent. “Good.
Now just relax for a sec. I have to get something.” I slipped off the bed
and hopped barefoot into her kitchen, where I snagged an ice cube (one of the
long, thin kind) or three from her freezer, and stuck them in a glass in the
drying rack by the sink.

Yes, I know, ice cubes are a little cliche these days, but I like a good
cliche now and then. All the time if its a really good one. I dashed back to
my reposing dancer.

“Mmmm, you’re back,” she murmured drowsily, feeling my weight settle onto
the bed. “Now what?”

“Roll over, but keep your eyes closed. We’ve more yet to do.” I helped
her shift onto her back, and she settled down with another one of those cute
wiggles I liked. And she kept her eyes closed, arms folded almost demurely at
her belly button. It was a great view, her small breasts barely flattening
back against her ribcage. I wondered where to start, and kissed her gently,
with just a little tongue, while I did so.

It had to be the tits. Grasping the ice cube (ice banana, really) I
pressed it firmly into the pinkish nipple. Julie gasped, and the nipple ins-
tantly popped erect. Its twin on her left breast followed suit. But otherwise
she remained still, except for a slight arch of her back and some shivers. I
ran the ice all over her right breast, getting it covered with a sheen of
liquid, while she drew her breath in sudden gasps. Shifting to place myself
between her legs, which she obligingly spread and then raised her knees, I
slipped off my underwear and lay down over her lower body, pressing my lower
chest into her sparse, trimmed pussy hair, and took as much of her left breast
into my mouth as I could, sucking gently and running my tongue over the
nipple. It’s spongy firmness was wonderful. She sighed and placed her hands
on my head, running her fingers through my hair, her nails on my scalp.

I switched to the other tit, and this time stuck the remaining ice in my
mouth. The hot/cold dichotomy really got to her, and she muttered, “Oh God,
that’s good–Jesus!!”

That last came when I suddenly increased the force of my sucking tremend-
ously, as though I were trying to inhale her tit. I kept it up for a bit while
she writhed about on the bed, making small sounds of pleasure, and rubbing her
legs along my sides. The skin was very smooth.

Leaving behind the reddened, slightly swollen breast, I moved down her
body, licking and sucking at bits of her taut skin. I poked her belly button
and she jerked, then sighed. “You’re making me crazy…” Well, that WAS the
point…

I detoured around her pussy, coming close but not doing anything more than
breath lightly on it, feeling her tense up whenever I’d move closer for a mo-
ment. I kissed and licked my way up her perfumed legs from her knees, linger-
ing a long time at her inner thighs. Right at the juncture of her leg and hip
she kept a small heart-shaped tan mark. She jokingly called it her “heart-on.”
Silly, but I found it cute on her. I spent a good five minutes suckling on
that small area, while running my hands along her torso.

She kept trying to rub her moist seam up against my arm, but I only allowed
the most glancing of touches. Finally, she groaned, “Oh, please stop teasing
me! I need it!”

I moved up and kissed her again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want–need you to do me. Lick me.”

“Lick you where?” This shyness of hers was pretty odd, but kind of a
turn-on anyway. “TELL me what you want.”

She swallowed hard and looked me in the eye. “I want you to lick my pussy
and suck my clit. I want you to lick me until I come. Please.”

I smiled, the words sending a thrill through my semi-hard cock. I leaned
down and kissed her again, harder. She sighed into the kiss, her tongue thrust-
ing into my mouth, her hands roaming over my body, stroking my dick, which I
hadn’t even let her see yet. She humped herself against my left leg, and I
could feel the wet heat of her excitement there.

Breaking the kiss, I caught her hands and brought them to my lips for a
kiss. “I’m going to make you feel good. But I need your help. I need you to
tell me when something pleasures you, or if you don’t like it, or you want it
faster or harder or softer. Can you do that?”

“You like a little dirty talk, baby?” she asked softly, with a sultriness
in her expression that had not been there since the club. My shy girl was
becoming an assertive woman again. Nice.

“Yes, I replied, moving back down her firm belly to her musky womanhood.
She spread her legs wider to grant me easier access. Her dancer’s flexibility
served us well. I looked closely at her sparse haired cunt, with its tender
lips and gentle pink coloration, and the moistness apparent around the pouty
little opening. Her seam was just as pretty as the rest of her.

I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. “Yes, baby!!” she hissed.
“Do it!”

Her taste was good, musky and salty-sweet. I made my tongue as broad as
possible, and thrust it into her opening. I licked it from bottom to top,
going in and coming out, stroking her clit at the top, but not giving it any
extra attention yet.

Julie moaned and squirmed. “Mmmm. Oh, yeah! Your tongue–go deeper,
deeper, please?” I did my best to oblige her. She grew wetter and hotter as
the wonderful torture continued making small purring sounds and trying to
grind her crotch into my face. She was really getting into it. As I licked,
I couldn’t help but recall an old line said by the late Sam Kinison: “If you’re
ever going down on some chick, and you don’t know what to do, lick the alphabet!
[laughs from the audience] Oh sure, you laugh now, but some day you’ll be
there, and you’ll remember you’re ol’ Uncle Sammy…” I smiled and licked
“J-u-l-i-e” just for the hell of it.

I reached out and grabbed another ice “banana” from the glass. I pressed
it to her clit and she tensed and twisted, gasping, “Oh!” I slipped the ice
into her wet opening and left it for a few moments while she writhed about.
Taking her entire clit into my mouth, I sucked hard, flicking it with my
tongue.

“Yeeow!” she exclaimed. “Do it to me do iiittt…!” She jerked and
gasped and then came, shuddering. “Yessssss…..mmmmmmm, yes. Nice, nice.”
I removed the ice, but kept licking her gently through her come, until the
quiverings eased.

But I wasn’t done quite yet. I took my finger and inserted it into her
now very wet seam. She sighed again. “Mmmmmm, give me two.” I was happy to
oblige, adding the second finger and sliding them in and out slowly. Julie
thrust gently back at my fingers.

Shifting position slightly, I curled my fingers up and tried to press
under the pubic bone, looking for her g-spot. The effect was electric.

“Uhnn,” she gasped, and her arms slapped against the bed the sheets
gripped tightly in her hands. Her pelvis came completely off the bed as she
thrust strongly at my fingers. I looked up and her face was a mask of pleasure
and sensation as it whipped back and forth. “What are–mmmf–you doing?
Oh God, that’s wild–ahhh, mmmm, yes, yes.” She twisted and came, breasts
bobbing sweetly, nipples tensed in pleasure.

I kept massaging the area, and added a vigorous rubbing to her clit with
my other hand, pinching and rolling it gently for occasional variety. She came
again, and then again. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and chest. She
squealed, moaned, and shuddered as the orgasms washed over her. I could tell
she was becoming super-sensitized.

“Enough!” she cried, but I kept going. She bit her lip and shuddered
through another orgasm. My God, she was so beautiful, so excited. If I so
much as touched my cock I would have exploded all over her.

Her body gleamed as she began to perspire more profusely, and strands of
dark gold-blonde hair began to stick to her face. It was becoming harder to
maintain my attentions through her bucking. Suddenly she rolled onto her side,
still humping my hand and then yelling:

“Stop, dammit, I can’t take it anymore! Ahhhh, oh Jesus, not again,
eeeee…”

I got off of her g-spot, but continued to move my fingers in out and out,
gradually slowing the pace, stroking her sweat-slick skin with my other hand
as she began to come down. She twitched and sighed, shivering, still drawing
in large gasps of air, but calming down. Her skin was flushed and shining and
gorgeous, her face dreamy as the sensations began to ease. I finally stopped
and moved up to press myself into her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing
her soft lips. She responded with enthusiasm, though still with an occasional
twitching of her hips.

“That was…that was wild,” she sighed. “Mmmmm, SO good.”

“You were beautiful. I liked watching you come.”

She kissed me again. “Well, give me a second to catch my breath and it’ll
be your turn.” I responded with an anticapatory sound and stroked her pert
breasts and cute nipples.

We continued to exchange gentle kisses until she pulled away slightly and
pressed me me onto my back. She eased her body down on top of me and began to
suck gently at the sensitive skin of my lower neck. I felt her nipples press-
ing into my chest, and reached up to stroke her hair and the sides of her
breasts while she worked on me.

After a little while of this she moved down to my nipples sucking each
gently. Her hands moved softly over my torso, occasionally moving down for a
quick stroke on my cock, which was beginning to firm up again. She kissed her
way down my stomach to my rod, which she took in one hand and began to lick up
and down.

I stiffened rapidly under her ministrations. She gushed saliva over my
shaft, getting it wet all over, and took it in, filling her hot, wet mouth.
She sucked at my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me. I looked down to
see her sweet face working my dick. She came off of it and smiled up at me, a
small strand of her saliva and my pre-cum linking her lips and the tip. She
snared it with her tongue and made smacking sounds. “Yum,” she said. “You’re
sweet.”

Before I could say anything she went back down on me and I shuddered at the
intense sensation. She went fast, then slow, her tongue always moving over me.
Julie took a deep breath and then went down, taking me all the way in, not
stopping until her nose touched my pubic hair.

“Jesus!” It was my turn to exclaim. I threw my head back and my toes
curled involuntarily. She went all the way up and all the way down again,
slowly, and then pulled off me completely when my dick began to throb danger-
ously.

“Not just yet,” she said with that devilish smile. She kissed and nuzzled
at my balls taking one at a time into her mouth and humming sweetly. It was
wild and wonderful, and gave my sensitive shaft a moment to come down from its
near orgasm. I called her name and ran my fingers through her dark-golden
hair.

“I love to suck cock,” she said suddenly, her voice throaty. “Especially
nice sweet cocks like this one.” Suck. “I like to feel them throb in my mouth,
I like to taste them on my tongue. I like it when they swell up and shoot
their come in my mouth.” Lick “Do want to come, baby? You want to come in
my mouth?” She waggled her tongue at me while stroking my prick.

Her raunchy words shot pleasure back into my cock, and I groaned, “Yes,
baby, do it. Let me come…” I placed my hands on either side of her chin
and eased her back onto my prick.

Her dives downward and sucking became more vigorous, and try as I might,
the pressure in my cock was becoming too much to hold back. I was thrusting
back up into her sweet, lush lips, now, and she was moaning around my cock
as she fingered her own clit, getting off on what she was doing to me while
getting me off.

“Mph,” she gasped around my prick, and jerked as she made herself come,
and that sent me over the edge.

“Get ready,” I gritted.

“Oh, God do it,” she breathed and went back down, sucking strongly. The
pleasure was incredible as I felt my cock twitch, and then I was there, thrust-
ing deeply into her mouth, coming, spraying her mouth with my sperm, which she
swallowed, moaning and sighing happily around my spewing penis…

She stayed with me through my orgasm, and I let her stay on me even though
the pleasure was so intense as to be almost painful. She cleaned my cock,
finally letting it slip from her slick lips, which she licked clean and then
swallowed while staring at me lasciviously.

I pulled her up to me and kissed her puffy lips, loving the feel of her
body on top of me. She relaxed and nuzzled up to me, placing her head on my
chest, where I could stroke her and smell her hair, now mussed and in disarray
from our sex. She began to idly trace patterns on my chest.

“That was pretty great,” she said dreamily.

Still wiped out from the wonderful orgasm she gave me, it was all I could
do to give an assenting “Mmmm-hmmm.”

“What do we do for an encore?” There was a bit of playful challenge in
her voice. She didn’t want this night to end any more than I did.

I moved one hand down to cup one of her cute little breasts. As the
nipple hardened under my flicking finger, I smiled and said, “I’m sure we can
thing of all kinds of things…”

Ten minutes later she was looking at the ad again. She got up from
the table and dug around in a kitchen drawer for the scissors, then
re- turned and carefully snipped the ad. She folded it and slipped
it in the coupons pocket of her purse. Then she went to work.

It was lunchtime when Joy fished the ad out of her purse, picked up
the phone, and dialed the number. Busy. She put the receiver back
in its cradle on her desk, put her chin in her hands, and stared at
the un- shrinkable pile of papers in her IN basket. Sigh. She
picked up the phone again, dialed. A distant phone began to ring. A
tired voice answered. “Sunset Personnel Agency. May I help you?”

“Uh, I’m responding to the ad you placed in the New York Times today.
About extras for a movie?”

“Thank you, just a minute while I connect-” Silence, and then some
awful elevator music. Hum de dum…

“Hi, this is Tom Franco speaking! So you want to be an extra eh?”
His booming, accented voice nearly drove the phone’s speaker to dis-
tortion.

“Well uh, yeah, I am curious about the ad I saw this morning…”

“Fine, fine! Let me get my computer set up here…” Joy heard the
faint clack-clacking of a True Blue IBM keyboard, and giggled. She
was surrounded by the darn things here! Fortunately the others were
all off “doing lunch” somewhere. “O.k., first off I need your name,
age, address, and phone…” Joy hesitated, then gave the man the
info. His next question starled her: “Do you consider yourself
sexually open-minded? Willing to try new things?”

“Mmm, uh, well I’d like to think so! I-”

“Good! You would be able to travel to California for four days?”

“Yes, I have some vacation time I can use. Uh, how much-”

“Very good! You sound like just the kind of person we’re looking
for. You will need to be here on the 21st.”

“Wow! This month? That’s awfully short notice. Uh, how much-”

“Will you earn? One thousand five hundred dollars plus all traveling
expenses. Sound o.k.?” Joy could practically hear the grin on his
face. She gulped.
$1500 for four days’ work! “Yes! I’m interested! Where-”

“Don’t worry about a thing, dear. I’ll make all the reservations and
mail ‘em to you. Thank you for calling! Bye.” Click.

Joy put the phone down slowly. Her mind was swimming, her heart
pounding. What am I getting myself into? This is incredible. $1500
to do what — walk by a camera, probably barely noticeable in the
background. And a chance to visit California! She had never been
there.

That night as she lay in bed, snuggled up against her sleeping
husband, her imagination ran unfettered: a glorious day in the CA
sunshine, on the set of a major studio production, famous celebrities
so close you can touch them, Mel Gibson, Patrick Swayze, Tom Cruise,
wow…

It was a grey, wet mid-morning, January 21, when the American
Airlines DC-10 touched down on runway 25R at LAX. Joy stared out the
window at the rain pelting the tarmac as the plane taxiid to the
gate. Yuck! The TV ads and travel agencies always crow about the
“year-around” sun. Her husband and some of his friends were off on a
ski trip in Utah — they were probably enjoying more sun than this!
She sighed. Oh well, the studio is probably gonna shoot everything
indoors anyway. Aren’t they?

The flight had been an interesting one though, as she’d discovered
several other passengers who were flying to Los Angeles for the same
reason! Two of them, a married couple, were going to be in it to-
gether. They and Joy had a good laugh as they shared their
experiences which led them to this trip, such as the initial
conversation with Loudmouth Franco. The man, Todd, had somehow been
able to obtain some additonal information: there were a total of one
thousand extras — five hundred men, five hundred women. The
shooting of the scene would take but half a day, with the rest of the
time available to the people to do whatever they want: sightsee, go
to Disneyland, whatever. All paid for by the movie’s producer. This
promised to be an fun trip, if only the sun would come out.

That afternoon it did. The bright light filled Joy’s room at the
Bonaventure, waking her up from what was supposed to have been a
short nap. She looked at the clock on the nightstand: 2:35. Rats!
Half the first day already gone by. She got up off the bed and went
into the bathroom to freshen up. A little while later she stood at
the window, absorbed in the marvelous view of downtown L.A. A knock
at the door shook her out of her reverie, and she strode across the
room and opened it. Todd and his wife Cherie were brightly grinning,
looking ready for a trip. “They said on the radio that it would not
rain any more today, so we thought we’d go window-shopping in
Westwood. Want to join us?” Joy nodded immediately — she couldn’t
think of anything more enjoyable. “Let me get my stuff…” She
dashed back into the room, grabbed her purse, and put on a sweater.
“O.k.!”

Late that night she was back in her hotel room, sitting on her bed,
happily looking at all her purchases. While they were not up to the
N.Y. standards she was used to, the clothing stores in Westwood had
some pretty darn good stuff! It didn’t come cheap though. She fer-
vently hoped that the studio would reimburse her as they had
promised. But she didn’t want to think about it now, as she hung up
new dresses in the closet and put the new jeans in the dresser. She’d
had to buy another suitcase so she’d be able to get all this stuff
home! When all the clothes had been hung and stored, she turned back
to her bed. There was one item remaining to be put away: very sexy
silk lingerie.

She fingered one soft strap, and smiled. She was feeling very horny,
and wished that her husband was there with her. Cherie had purchased
some very similar lingerie, much to Todd’s wide-eyed delight, and Joy
knew that right now they’d be making hot love right about now. With
a delighted giggle, she pulled off her sweater and unbuttoned her
blouse.

Pretty soon she was looking at herself in the full-length mirror on
the bathroom door. The lingerie hid very little of her sexy body,
just enough to tease and please. She ran her hands along the silk
stockings, and the figure in the mirror did likewise. Oooooh,
imagine the look on some man’s face if he saw this! Her hips and
upper body twisted slightly as she ran one hand across her bare
stomach. Then she began to remove, slowly, teasingly, what she’d put
on only minutes ago.

She imagined that some horny man was sitting on the bed, watching her
as she undressed, eyeing her luscious curves. She slid the stockings
down, exposing sexy hips and smooth silky thighs. Her bra went next;
she unclipped the clasp and lifted the cups away from her breasts,
and they bounced down and jiggled, happy to be set free. She shook
her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle even more. Mmmmm…. She
could imagine the man on the bed wanting so badly to press his face
against them and munch on them. A pile of silk grew at her feet as
more and more skin was exposed.

Last to go were the delicate lace panties. She swung her hips back
and forth as she pushed the panties down her legs. Then she stood
before the mirror, naked and very horny. The imaginary man on the
bed had a throbbing hardon as he watched her caress herself, running
her hands all over her body, feeling, squeezing, exploring.

She strode over to the bed, and lay down on it. The imaginary man
ran his fingers lightly along the length of her body, and then his
hands worked their way up, massaging and caressing her bare flesh.
She closed her eyes and let her imagination run its delightful course.

The next day, Sunday, Joy went with Todd, Cherie, and a young lady
named Missy (also an “extra”) to Disneyland. The sun stayed behind
thick cumulus clouds, and the park was crowded, but still they had a
wonderful time. Only Missy had been to Disneyland before (she was
from Costa Mesa, a city not too far south), and she made sure that
the others experienced all the best rides, despite the long lines.
Joy especially loved Star Tours, and insisted upon riding it three
times. The cars on the Matterhorn are designed so that pairs of
riders must sit pressed together, one between the legs of the other
– and when Joy was in that position against Missy, she was surprised
that Missy put her arms around Joy’s chest, rather than gripping the
handles on the sides. It felt good.

She spent that night like she’d spent the previous: making wonderful
love to a phantom. Her lovely naked body writhed and undulated with
endless sexual energy.

The Monday morning sunlight invaded the hotel room and tapped on her
eyelids. Joy opened her eyes, and stretched beneath the covers. The
heavy bedspread pressed against her body like a soft cocoon. She
piled the pillows behind her back and slid to a sitting position.

On the nightstand next to the bed sat a manila folder. Joy picked it
up and examined its contents. She’d leafed through it before, but
had not taken the time to really read it contents.

The first page gave directions to Walker Studios in Burbank, on whose
backlot the scene was to be filmed. Walker Studios? Joy had never
heard of it. She shrugged her shoulders and looked at the next page.
It was a map of the Walker Studios lot, showing the entrance off
Buena Vista, and the building where she and the 999 other extras
would assemble. Clipped to the page was a paper “badge” that she
would need to display to the guard at the entrance.

The third and fourth pages were a computer-generated mishmash of
arrows, X’s, and dotted lines covering a map of what appeared to be a
city block constructed on the backlot. The pages had her name on
them, and printed text indicating the “beginning” of her “route”, the
“endpoint”, and various “stops” along the way where she would
encounter and have to deal with various “events” involving other
extras. The text did not say so, but the word had come down the
grapevine that these “events” would be of a sexual nature. Joy’s
body tingled as her imagination played with the many possibilities.

Missy, Todd, and Cherie rode with Joy in her rented Buick. Todd sat
in the back seat, with Cherie lying across it (and his lap). One of
his hands lazily traced figure-eights on her stomach. On the radio,
Rick Dees rattled off his sound effects and tasteless jokes and kept
everybody giggling. The Monday morning L.A. traffic made slow,
steady progress. Eventually they reached the Buena Vista offramp and
headed north, passing the more famous studios. They parked in a
$4/day lot next to their destination, as indicated on the map.

People streamed by them, heading for Walker Studios, and soon Joy &
Co. were part of the crowd. Joy flashed her “pass” as she passed the
guard’s booth at the entrance, and the bored guard eyed her body and
gave her a smile. Missy had her pass taped to her chest, and she
teased the guard by pressing it against the booth’s window, right in
front of his face. The guard got up quickly from his stool, grinning
lecherously. Missy giggled and dashed to where the others were wait-
ing for her. Todd and Cherie unanimously pronounced her a sex-crazed
nymph.

Joy looked at the map she was carrying, and declared that they
appeared to be following the correct crowd. The people were
generally very friendly, with introductions being made all around as
the crowd wound its way along alleys between windowless buildings.
They turned a corner and found themselves pouring out onto what
looked like a typical shopping district street.

People were sitting down wherever a comfortable spot could be found.
Joy’s group found a patch of lawn next to the street, and they gladly
took the weight off their feet. The street was lined with stores and
restaurants, and a branch of Great Western Savings stood at one
corner. Another street cut across this one, with more businesses
lining it. Joy was amazed. It’s all a movie prop!

A pickup truck rambled around the corner and approached the still-
growing crowd. A thick-bearded man with a megaphone jumped out of
the back. He lifted the mike to his mouth and spoke. “When everyone
is here and seated, we will begin. Until then, just relax and enjoy
the scenery.” Laughter rippled through the crowd. The voice
belonged to non other than Tom “Bigmouth” Franco.

Joy watched with fascination as another truck joined the first, and
movie equipment was unloaded by the crew. Cans of film were opened,
and the film was loaded into the cameras, which the cameramen then
hoisted onto their shoulders. Sections of the crowd went wild as some
of the cameramen teased them by pointing their cameras at them and
pretending to shoot. Another pickup came around the corner, this one
much larger than the others. Mounted on its bed was a crane, and at
the end of the crane was a platform on which a large camera was
mounted. Two men sat behind the camera, one of them barking
instructions into a walkie-talkie.

Cherie recognized the man with the walkie-talkie. “My goodness, it’s
Daniel McReady!”

“Who?” Joy didn’t recognize the name.

“He makes really weird and sexy horror movies. I saw an article
about him on ‘Entertainment Tonight’ just a week ago!”

“You mean we’re in a horror movie?” Missy laughed. “Well this
should be fun!”

They watched as the man babbled on into his walkie-talkie. Then he
did something with the controls mounted on a panel in front of him,
and the platform began to rise into the air. The crowd looked up as
one as the crane’s arm telescoped and the platform ascended above
them. It stopped abruptly, and the arm shook slightly from the force
of the sudden stop. Yuck, I would not want to be up there, Joy
thought.

Franco reappeared before the crowd, and hoisted the megaphone to his
lips. “Jeez, he really doesn’t need that thing,” Joy muttered, and
chuckles could be heard from the people immediately around her.
Tom’s booming voice silenced them. Todd put his arms around his
wife, and gave her an affectionate squeeze.

“Well it looks like everyone is here, so we’ll begin. I first want
to thank, and congratulate, all of you here today. You have chosen
to take part in something that I think you will find quite enjoyable.
I chose you all with that very factor in mind. Sexual open-
mindedness, that’s the key here.” Laughter swept through the crowd.
Somebody not far behind Joy cried out, “so who do I get to FUCK!?”
More laughter.

“All that will be explained to you. First I need to fill you in with
some background information.”

He sure does, Joy thought.

“The scene here is your typical downtown street, Anywhere U.S.A., and
you all are here going about your daily business: selling, banking,
shopping, buying, etcetera. Well, that is, you WERE doing those
things, until the aliens messed with your minds.”

More chuckles in the crowd, and vocalizations of the “Twilight Zone”
theme, could be heard.

“They’re invading Earth, and they can manipulate our emotions and in-
hibitions. We are, in effect, guinea pigs for their tests, and their
whims. They have chosen the population of this community for a test
which they will find most interesting and amusing. They will erase
all sexual inhibitions from most of your minds. Not ALL of you will
be affected at the same time, I must point out. The aliens will
leave some of you as is for a while, to enhance the test
environment.” Laughter and nervous giggles rippled through the crowd.
Joy, Todd, Cherie, and Missy all looked around and at each other.
“Wow!” was all Joy could manage to say.

“You can all probably guess what I’m leading up to. With all such
checks on your desires stripped away, it will be a sexual free-for-
all in Anywhere U.S.A. Now is the chance to act out your deepest
fantasies. The more variety, the better! The town will be at your
disposal.”

Someone shouted “OWWWW BABY!!!” and the crowd roared with laughter
and applause. Joy felt flush with the excitement that surrounded her
and permeated her. Is this guy SERIOUS?

“With that said, it’s time for your all to take your starting
positions as indicated on your maps. Everybody up — let’s go!”

With cheers and yelps the crowd rose to its feet and began to
scramble every which way. Joy felt a tap on her shoulder and turned
to find herself facing Missy, who extended her hand. “Good luck!
Hope we can get together after this is all over.” Joy shook her
hand, and then gave her a soft playful slap on the side of her face.
“Have fun!”

“Oh I know I will,” Missy said in a sultry voice. Her face beamed.

Joy made her way through the crowd and tried to relate the symbols on
the map with what she saw around her. According to the map, she was
a “slsprsn” at “Wa.G” somewhere around here… She looked up and
scanned the storefronts. Bingo! Joy headed for Waterbed Gallery.

Somebody grabbed the map from her hand as she entered. “Hey!” The
man looked at the map, then looked at her and smiled. “Hi! You’re
going to be the sales lady here. Put this on.” He handed her a
badge with “Waterbed Gallery” and her name printed on it. Joy
clipped it to her blouse. “May I have my map back?”

The man shook his head. “You won’t be needing it any more. Good
luck!” He quickly shook her hand, then dashed off.

Now what? Joy looked around. It was a waterbed store all right.
New beds in all directions. She had never slept on a waterbed
before, so she sat down on one, curious to see how one felt. The
surface “gave” a little more than usual under her weight, but it
didn’t slosh about like she had expected.

There was one other person in the store, a man. He smiled when he
saw her, and strode on over. “Hi! I’m Paul. Looks like we’re going
to be doing this thing together.” He seemed shy, and wouldn’t quite
meet her gaze.

“I’m Joy. Soooo, what do we do now?”

“I guess we wait for further instructions.” He sat down on the bed
next to her.

Shortly another man entered the store, wearing a badge like Joy’s.
He came up and greeted them. “Howdy folks! Well, another salesman!
Or I guess I should say salesPERSON. Name’s Bill.” He extended his
hand. Joy shook it, then Paul.

Another lady entered the store and joined their little group. She
blushed as they all glanced at her. “Hi! Uh, I’m Chris.”
Introductions were made all around. Then Chris said, “I was told
that you,” she pointed at Bill, “are to be trying to sell me a bed at
the start of this and you, Joy, are selling Paul one!”

“Sounds simple enough,” Joy responded. “Then what?”

“Then, when you hear the word ‘ALIENS’ on the P.A., the guys are
supposed to act like their minds are being ‘twisted’, and turn into
‘wild sex animals’. Joy and I are to resist at first, then after a
few minutes our minds are ‘changed’ too. She blushed and giggled.
Then Franco’s voice boomed out from speakers hidden all over the huge
set.

“We’re ready to roll — everybody take their places!”

“I guess we better do as he says! You two stay here, and Bill and I
will go over to another part of the store.” Bill nodded in instant
agreement. “Yes ma’am!” He eyed her body as a teenager might look
at a Playboy centerfold for the first time. Together they set off
down an aisle.

Joy stood up, and Paul followed suit. “Well Paul, I guess I better
think about how I’m gonna do this. I’m not much of a salesperson!”

“That’s o.k.,” Paul said with a smile. “I don’t think that’s what
you’re gonna be remembered for here anyw-”

The P.A. boomed: “ROLL CAMERAS!”

The man pushed the paycheck and deposit slip across the counter
toward Missy. She picked them up, looked at them, then began to peck
at the keyboard of the IBM bank terminal, trying to make it look at
least somewhat like the way the teller did it at the bank she went
to. She tried not to notice or be pressured by the presence of the
cameraman, who was filming her and her “customer” at that very
moment. Meaningless numbers and text flashed on the terminal’s
plasma display — presumably the film’s audience would not be able to
see it in detail.

Todd and Cherie sat in “their” car in the parking lot of Burger King.
They had just gone through the drive-thru line, and were now munching
on Whoppers and shakes. Customers went in and out of the Burger
King. Everything appeared normal…

“ALIENS!” boomed the loudspeakers.

“…and any of these beds comes with a full one-year warranty
against, uh, er…”

The Waterbed Gallery saleslady stopped her spiel when the expression
on her customer’s face changed. He was no longer looking
thoughtfully at the bed. He was looking at her with undisguised lust.

“Oh mama, I want your body NOW!”

He dove forward and encircled her with surprisingly strong arms.
Their chests were pressed tightly together, and he was kissing her
face and neck with ferocious zeal. “Mmmmph, blrb, glub, get away
from ME…!” He tripped her off balance and she landed on the bed.
Her customer was instantly on top of her. “Bluh mmmmph are you mmmmph
CRAZY???” The man grabbed her arms and spread them outwards as he
kissed her chest through her blouse. The saleslady struggled against
him, but could not break free. Then he reached inward and grabbed
her blouse at the collar, and pulled outward. Buttons flew as the
blouse was ripped open. The saleslady’s boobs bounced out and shook
and jiggled, and the sex-maniac customer dove his face into them. At
about that time, the expression on the saleslady’s face began to
change. The man pressed her yummy tits against the sides of his face
with his hands as he feasted hungrily on her chest, and her struggles
diminished. Then she put her arms around his back, and she smiled.

Teller #4 at Great Western had just put the check in the drawer when
there was a disturbance on the other side of the counter. She
glanced up, and saw the depositor climbing up onto the counter. His
eyes were locked on her body. He’d been looking at her appreciatively
all along, but this was crazy! Panic-striken and wide-eyed, she
backed up against the coin-counting machine. The depositor jumped
down and headed for her, wild passion in his visage. She glanced
around frantically, but no one seemed willing to help her. They all
seemed to be having problems of their own… He grabbed her about
the waist, and planted his lips on hers. Her whole upper body bent
back as his tongue probed deep into her mouth and his hands felt all
over her back and sides and chest. She beat on his back, trying to
get him off, but it was of no use. One hand reached up under her
shirt, cupped her breast. She continued to struggle, which only
fueled the fires of his horniness even more! His hand slid down into
her pants, feeling, probing at hot flesh. His fingers encountered
soft panties, pushed underneath them. Then he brushed against her
pussy lips. Her whole body bucked, and then with a mighty PUSH she
managed to break free of his grasp. She tried to dash off, and he
caught hold of one sleeve. One whole side of her shirt ripped away.
She made a break for the waist-high door that separated the tellers’
area from the customers’. She vaulted over it, her exposed breast
bouncing wildly. She turned toward the nearest door… and another
horny customer wrapped himself around her. His hand squeezed her
breast as he kissed her passionately. Her body seemed to go limp for
a moment, and then she put her arms around his shoulders. With his
other hand, the man pushed the remaining half of her shirt off her.

In the front seat of the Camry, it was the woman who was “affected”
first. A funny expression formed on her face, and then she put down
the remaining morsel of her Whopper, turned, tore off her T-shirt,
and flung herself on her boyfriend. She kissed him all over and
rubbed her chest against his face. He was stunned — they’d only
been seeing each other a few days now! But he could not resist the
urges that suddenly built within him, and he grabbed this wild nymph,
tried to steady her so his lips could get a clear shot at hers. Her
boobs, still trapped in her bra, were driving him wild, and she saw
this and with a quick movement flung the offending article of
clothing away. She shook her shoulders wildy, making her breasts
smack against his face. He caught them with his hands, pressed them
together. The nipples pointed right at him, and his eager lips and
tongue found their mark.

Outside the car, on the street, it was pandemonium. A mailman was
pinned underneath two very horny women, who were tearing off his
uniform with great gusto. A sexy blonde had emerged from the tanning
parlor wearing tight shorts and a halter top, and she was easy prey
for the nearest horny male, who was hungrily enjoying every luscious
curve right there on the sidewalk. A naked man was running down the
street in panic, pursued by a woman in the process of becoming naked
herself. Suddenly the man stopped with that quizzical expression on
his face, turned, and swept his pursuer into a passionate embrace.
There they stood in the middle of the street, kissing and kissing and
kissing, one of her thighs raised up and pressed against his hip,
where it was lovingly caressed all over by his hand.

The waterbed saleslady and her customer were making hot love right
there on the bare mattress. He had one hand on her pussy, fingering
and rubbing and causing her great ecstasy, and his other hand was
massaging a breast as they continued to kiss. Nearby, a salesman and
his female customer were also in a hot tight embrace. So consumed
with passion were they that they didn’t even make it to a bed — they
did it right on the parquet floor. She was kissing and licking his
chest as she stroked at his hard cock. He held her against him and
buried his chin in her hair.

Next to the bank’s exit was a plush waiting area, with sofas, lounge
chairs, and a long low oak table. A man lay spread-eagled on the
table, his hands and feet bound by long pieces of string to the
table’s legs. He struggled and writhed and moaned with pleasure and
pleaded for mercy. Above him stood Teller #4, totally naked,
observing her slave as he gazed up longingly at her luscious body.
She got on her knees and let her fingers slide along his body, from
his chin down, barely grazing his throbbing cock. Then she got up on
the table and formed a bridge that spanned above him, perched on her
fingers and toes. She said something to him, and he nodded
excitedly. She changed her mind, and the man begged, pleaded for her
do do that to him with her beautiful body. She got up above him
again, then lowered herself to hands and knees, her boobs hanging
down, the nipples inches above his chest. He lavished heaps of
praise on her and her gorgeous body, and strained against his ropes,
trying to raise his chest so that it would touch hers. She lifted
herself up a little and wagged a finger at him. He begged, pleaded,
praised, WORSHIPPED the goddess whose flesh was so close to his. She
slowly lowered her body. Her nipples touched his skin, and he sighed
with delight. She continued to lower herself down on him, and her
boobs slowly squeezed between them. Her stomach pressed against his,
and his cock was sandwiched between his lower abdomen and hers. He
moaned with delight and continued to praise his master’s beauty.

The Camry was bouncing now. The driver’s seat was reclined all the
way back against the rear seat, and a man lay on it in total sexual
bliss while his girlfriend rode him like a hobby horse. His hands
climbed up her body, gripping her sides, then squeezing her boobs
together. Then they gripped her hips and held on tight as her
bouncing grew in intensity. His cock was a blazing missile, and she
was the main Red Army base. When they came together, the fire was as
hot as the sun.

On the sidewalk, the tanned blonde beauty was being mauled by three
lustful pedestrians. One was kissing her, one was enjoying her boobs
and caressing her all over, and the third was munching on and sucking
her pussy for all it was worth. The mailman was fucking a woman
doggie-style while another lady was behind him, pressing her boobs
against the back of his head. Undelivered mail was scattered all
around them. All over the lawn next to the street, acts of hot wild
love could be observed.

Then the military arrived.

Large camouflaged trucks rolled around the corner and stopped. Rear
flaps flew open, and troops poured out, ready to restore order to
this city which had been paralyzed by some bizarre epidemic.
Soldiers ran into stores and businesses. Others went to the hot piles
of flesh that writhed on the street and sidewalk.

A soldier reached the blonde beauty and tried to pull the men off
her. They pushed him away. More soldiers came over and grappled with
the men. The first soldier found himself confronted by this beauty,
full of hot lustful fire. She flung herself against him. The
soldier, who’d never had a girlfriend in his life, forgot all about
duty to his country. He licked and squeezed and kissed and caressed
this luscious girl with instant horniness.

Two soldiers emerged from the waterbed store, with a lovely naked
woman in their grip, her boobs jiggling as she struggled to free
herself (so she could fling herself on somebody). Two more soldiers
came over and grabbed her luscious legs, and they carried her to the
truck, not traveling too quickly as they enjoyed the sight of her
suspended between them. They swung her up into the back of the
truck. The soldier with the blonde beauty lifted her up and brought
her over to the truck, and she was transferred inside. The soldiers
then climbed in, and zipped the flap closed.

The bank teller was sucking on her slave’s cock when the soldier
burst in. He took one look at her and lunged for that succulent
flesh. If he has to apprehend people, he thought, he might as well
apprehend the sexiest ones! He wrapped his arms around her and
dragged her outside, as the tied-up man shouted insults and
damnations at him. His hands were on her boobs, and he squeezed them
and played with her nipples. She did not resist — instead she turned
around in his arms, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him.

Inside the Camry, the two lovers embraced each other and savored
their collective warmth. Every once in a while one of them would
peek out the window and observe the sexy shenanigans going on
outside. He or she would chuckle and share it with his/her partner.
Then they would resume kissing.

The military had been conquered. The soldiers were now part of the
orgy that had enveloped the whole city. The aliens saw how effective
this was, and began to use the same technique in major cities all
over the world. Soon the majority of the planet’s population was
consumed with sex, and the aliens observed them with delight while
they plundered Earth’s resources. All precious metals and minerals
were brought up to the massive mother ship, and the aliens left with
their unspeakably valuable cargo. Those puny humans had been so easy
to conquer!

The screen went black. Then the end credits began to roll.

Joy and her husband just sat there as others in the theatre began to
get up and file out. There was alot of chatter — exclamations like
“wow!” and “oh man!” Many of those who would leave the theatre would
be having sex or masturbating that night like they hadn’t in a long
time.

Together they sat and watched the credits roll by. Her husband put a
hand on her thigh and squeezed. She leaned over and rested her head
on his shoulder. She did not know how her husband would take seeing
her in this scene, and was pleasantly surprised at his delighted
expression as he watched. She thought she’d only be visible for
maybe a second at most, but she had been up there on that
thirty-foot-high screen several times in different hot scenes. Of
course, this being an R-rated release, the hottest and most explicit
stuff was cut out. But it didn’t matter to Joy at all. What was up
there had been SO erotic and sexy.

That night she and her husband made the best love since their wedding
night. It lasted ALL night.

They stood us up and stepped back. Dave told us to drop the robes we were
wearing. We opened them and drop them to the floor. Jim told us to turn around
slowly. We did, showing off everything (tits, cunt, ass). Dave mentioned that
Cathy and I had not properly greeted each other. He told us to “Do It”, and we
did. We fell into each others arms and tried to devour the others tongue.
Quickly our hands moved down to tits we hadn’t seen or sucked in 6 months.
Wanting more, our hands moved down to cunts and asses. I had two fingers in
Cathy’s hot wet snatch and a finger working in her ass crack before the boys
pulled us apart. They told us we would have to wait to have that kind of sex.
In the meantime, they wanted breakfast, and Cathy and I were the desert. After
eating the pancakes and drinking their morning coffee, Cathy and I were laid on
the table, legs up and open. Dave sat at my crotch, Jim at Cathy’s. Maple syrup
was poured onto our cunts and properly licked off. Soon both Cathy and I were
in the throes of a great orally induced orgasm. Before we recovered from it
completely, the boys switched places. This time strawberry jam and a longer,
slower orgasm.

When we were recovering from our second orgasm of the day, the boys turned us
face down on opposite sides of the table. Dave began to lubricate my asshole. I
knew it was Dave because he is so gentle when he is buttering up my ass for a
fucking. He finished and moved away. Hands grabbed my ass cheeks and a cock
pressed against my asshole. I looked up to watch Jim plow Cathy’s hot ass only
to see Dave working his cockhead into her. I reached forward with my right hand
to pull one of Cathy’s cheeks. I reach back with my left to pull my own ass
cheek. Dave told Cathy what I was doing and told her to do the same. Soon we
were holding our ass cheeks open for the boys to fuck our willing assholes. Jim
pulled his cockhead out for a moment, said he wanted to see how open I really
was, then put his cock back into my tail, this time pushing slowly until he was
complete filling my ass. The boys began a long rhythmic fuck. This fuck was for
their pleasure, and they certainly took their time getting it. I really enjoy
an assfuck, because the pleasure never seems to stop, it builds to a point
where I don’t care about anything else, and stays at that plateau until either
I finger myself off or the guy shoots his load. Cathy thrashes around a bit
more than I do when she is getting her tail worked over, but she enjoys it.

After a long time of this pleasure plateau, Jim began to pump my ass faster. I
reacted by tightening my ass, squeezing his muscle to match his strokes. I
wanted to cum when he did so I moved my left hand underneath and worked my
finger into my slit. I was certainly wet enough for any sex act, but I am right
handed and it was a little difficult to finger myself to orgasm. Jim saw (and
felt) what I was doing and told Cathy to do the same to her cunt. The thought
of a finger entering her hot wet hole got me really going. Jim grabbed my waist
and plunged all the way in and held me tight as he shoot his cum into me. I
pushed hard against my clit and thought about Cathy’s love button. I was
cumming before Jim finished spewing. I looked up to see Dave smiling as he
unloaded into Cathy’s tail.

When we were able to get up, Dave said that we needed a thorough cleaning
before we would be allowed out onto the beach. The boys led us to the bathroom.
We were told to get into the tub and wash each other. Dave used the hand-held
shower nozzle to rinse us. Cathy and I eagerly washed the other’s tits, cunt,
ass, everything. After Dave rinsed the soap off our tits, I had a chance to
suck Cathy’s big fleshy tits again. I made sure that I quickly got a finger
into both Cathy’s cunt and ass. A splash of water on my face from Dave told me
it was time to change positions. I stood up and let Cathy begin to suck on my
tiny nipples. She was so hungry for tit, she sucked my entire little tit into
her mouth. (I just wish I had more tit flesh for her to suck) She sucked and
licked until Dave splashed her face to make her stop. He rinsed off the rest of
us and then Jim said he was ready. While Cathy and I were sucking tittie, Jim
was preparing our first enema of the vacation. Dave had given me several enemas
in the three years we have been screwing, and then after the ski trip, he has
been giving them to me every Friday night, to get me ready for the weekend.

They told us to get down on our knees in the tub and bend over the side. This
is the same position they had us in during the skitrip, when Cathy got her
first enema. Jim hooked two enema bags to the shower curtain rod and dangled
the hoses so we could see the long thin nozzles. Jim and Dave took positions
next to us and began to soap up our freshly fucked assholes. After they had
some fun fingering our tails, they slowly inserted the long nozzles. The smile
on Cathy’s face showed me that she had been cleaned out more than once since
our skitrip and thoroughly enjoyed it. The rush of hot soapy water startled me
as it filled my rectum. The boys squeezed the bags to make sure we got filled.

The heat was causing us to sweat as the boys removed the nozzles and inserted
butt plugs. They pulled our heads up and Dave joined us in the tub. He turned
on the shower and had us wash his important parts. After we soaped, massaged,
and rinsed his now rigid cock, he pulled my head towards him and I opened my
mouth to receive his cock. He fucked my mouth for a few strokes, then pulled
out and turned towards Cathy. Her open mouth was waiting for him to insert his
cock and fuck away. A few more strokes and he came back to me. We alternated
getting our mouths fucked until Dave finally held my head as he shot a load of
cum down my throat. Dave got out of the tub and Jim took his place. After we
cleaned him appropriately, he repeated the alternating mouth fuck until he shot
his load into Cathy’s mouth. Jim got out and as he dried himself off, Cathy and
I were instructed to finger yourselves. We stood in the tub, leaning against
the wall with our legs spread as wide as they could in the tub. One hand down
into my snatch, the other squeezing my titties, I began to pump my hot slick
hole, rubbing my clit with each stroke. It didn’t take long before I came. I
opened my eyes and watched Cathy slide down into an open legged squatting
position and pump two fingers in and out of her cunt with total abandon. While
she recovered, I was allowed to empty my ass after Jim pulled out the butt
plug. When I finished, Dave came back and told Jim that everything was ready.

Jim had me get into the tub and he rinsed me off quickly. Dave was pulling out
Cathy’s butt plug. (Actually he was enjoying just wiggling it around in her
tail.) Jim took me back out into the kitchen, where Dave had laid a sheet on
the table and prepared for the next activity. Jim had me lay on the table and
spread my legs wide. (I had gotten my cunt shaved clean when I went to a
reunion in January. I kept it hairless all spring. Dave liked it so much, that
he talked to Jim about it whenever they called to plan this trip. I stopped
shaving my cunt in June to give these boys something to do. And now Jim was
going to do it.) Jim took a shaving mug and brush and lathered my cunt, from
the top of my triangle, down my slit and across my asshole. Then he took a
razor and gently removed what little hair I had grown in the last seven weeks.

He smiled every moment, especially when he shaved my outer lips. He inserted
his finger into my cunt hole and squeezed my lip between his thumb and the
finger in my hole. He pulled my lip taut and shaved off every little hair
follicle. When he was finished with my cunt, he had me turn over. Knees and
tits on the table, ass high in the air, he applied more lather to my ass, not
just my asshole or my crack, but all over my ass cheeks as well. Again he very
gently shaved me, leaving not a single piece of fuzz on my ass. He wiped off
the remaining lather and liberally applied some baby oil. He made sure that I
was very smooth and slick and ready. Jim took me from the table and Cathy took
my place. Jim had me bend over slightly so he could fondle me from behind while
we watched Cathy get shaved. He slipped two fingers into my cunt and his thumb
into my ass. He held me this way until Dave had shaved Cathy’s cunt and ass as
well as Jim had done mine. I wiggled against Jim’s fingers when we watched Dave
oil up Cathy, especially when he worked two oil coated fingers into her cunt
and twisted his hand around. When Dave finished having his fun with Cathy’s
slick cunt and ass, she was taken from the table and we were escorted to the
living room, where the boys had laid out our new bathing suits, suits they had
bought for us.

The tops were fairly standard, two small triangles of cloth with some strings
to tie behind our necks and backs. The bottoms however were quite interesting.
One triangle of cloth with two strings from one point. We were instructed to
hold the triangle against our mound while the boys pulled the two strings
between our legs, up into our ass cracks. They then tied a knot in the strings
at the top of our ass crack. Bringing the two strings around out hips, they
threaded the strings through eyelets across the top of the triangle and tied a
bow when they met in the center. This allowed the triangle to cover our slits
(it could be spread out or bunched up thin depending on how much shaven mound
they wanted to show off), but left our ass cheeks bare for everyone to see. The
boys put on their suits and we left for the beach.

We spent the morning (what was left of it) just lying in the sun. The boys made
sure we were properly covered with sunscreen. They took turns rubbing it all
over our exposed skin, especially our pale ass cheeks. The boys talked between
themselves and let Cathy and I do some girl talking. (What we talked about
would be too much for this story and I may use it for another.) In early
afternoon, the boys got hungry and we picked up our stuff and went to lunch. We
went to a small burger place. The boys got seats and Cathy and I went up to the
counter to get the food (and show off our shiny ass cheeks to everyone). After
we ate, Dave and I cuddled up together while the boys talked some more. Dave
had his arm around me, with his hand down toward my cunt. At one point, he took
his soda and got out a small piece of ice. Hidden by the table, he slipped his
hand under the skimpy triangle covering my slit and rubbed that piece of ice
against my hot clittie. If he had asked, I would have stripped and fucked him
right there, I was so hot. But he didn’t ask, or tell or do anything else
sexual. He left the ice held against my clit by my own lips and we got up and
went back to the beach. Walking back to the beach, Cathy asked me if my piece
of ice had melted as quickly as hers. We giggled, and Jim looked back at us and
told us we would get more later. At the beach we spent the afternoon laying in
the sun and watching the people walking by. Cathy and I watched for good
looking guys (‘Hunk Alert’) while the boys watched for girls of course (‘Bimbo
Alert’). Although I would not have minded getting a few of those girls stripped
just for myself.

Late in the afternoon, we packed up and went back to the house. The boys took
us around back to an outside shower. All four of us could fit in it, but Dave
stayed out to prepare the barbecue. Jim had us take off his bathing suit and
wash him completely. Surprisingly he left Cathy and I in our suits. When he was
clean, he turned off the shower and had us kneel down. He repeated the mouth
fuck, this time shooting his load into my mouth. He told me not to swallow it
yet. He pushed Cathy and I together till our faces met. Her lips parted and we
pushed his cum back and forth with our tongues until we were separated by Dave.

We each swallowed what cum we had and stripped and washed Dave. When we
finished cleaning him, he repeated the mouth fuck, cumming in Cathy’s mouth.
She didn’t need any guidance this time as we clinched and exchanged Dave’s cum
with our eager tongues. Dave bent over and told us that we could have some fun
with each other now, but that they expected us to come out of the shower clean
enough to eat.

Cathy and I swallowed Dave’s cum and quickly stripped off each other’s suits.
We spent a long time soaping up tits, cunts and asses. We were careful not to
get any soap inside our cunt holes, but I bent Cathy over and soaped her ass,
carefully working one, then two fingers into her tail. I had her hands on the
wall in front of her so she couldn’t finger her clit. I pumped her ass until I
knew she would cum at the first touch to her clit. I pulled out of her ass and
rinsed her off and then rinsed myself. I told Cathy to lay down on the floor of
the shower. I told her that we should check to be sure we were edible enough to
please the boys. She laid down and pointed out that the shower walls left a 9
nine gap at the floor and that the boys (and the neighbors) could see us on the
floor if they looked. I told her that we should give them a good show and
squatted down, pushing my clean shaven cunt onto her mouth and pressed my
tongue against her clit. It took only a few licks on her clit to make her cum,
just what I wanted) and I spent the next few minutes licking the delicious
cream from her clean cunt hole. Several times Cathy would lick my hole and clit
just to the point of cumming and then she would push me away. Being larger and
stronger than me, she kept my cunt from rubbing against her when she didn’t
want me to cum. After I had calmed down, she would pull me back towards her
mouth and she would begin again by stuffing her tongue into my hole. Three
times she brought me to the edge of orgasm only to push my cunt away before I
could cum. The third time she held me with one hand on each ass cheek and began
to rub my asshole with her fingertips. I pushed my tongue as deep into her cunt
as I could trying to get her to let me cum. She worked on my asshole and pushed
her cunt up at my tongue. She pulled my ass open and worked a finger from each
hand into my tail. I licked at her hot moist hole wanting to cum, wanting her
to cum. When I thought she was at the edge, I moved my mouth back to her clit
and sucked her erect nub into my mouth and sucked hard. She came, intense,
quick waves of pleasure swept through her. She clamped her legs around my head,
keeping me in my place and she pushed her fingers into my asshole up to the
second knuckle. She pulled my cunt lips open with her thumbs and drove her
tongue deep into my hole. She wiggled her tongue in me until her orgasm
subsided. She released my head and pulled her tongue out of my cunt. I begged
her to make me cum. She laughed and said that she was going to leave my orgasm
for the boys. She rolled me off her, and we hugged and kissed and she told me
that I gave her two great orgasms and that we were switch roles the next day.

We got up, rinsed off one more time and prepared to leave the shower. It was
twenty feet from the shower door to the back door of the house, and two very
naked girls covered that distance very quickly, only to be stopped at the door
by Dave. He gave us each a hand towel and told us to dry off on the back porch
before coming inside. We quickly dried off in full view of any of the
neighbors. We didn’t see anyone else watching us, but if anyone was, they got a
good show. The boys barbecued dinner outside while Cathy and I did all the
inside preparations. After dinner, we went into the living room and sat,
drinking good wine, listening to good music. It was a very relaxing part of the
evening. After several hours (and bottles of wine), none of us were feeling any
pain. Dave got up and prepared another cartridge for the [[cd]] player. When he
started it, Jim stood up and stripped off his shirt and shorts. Dave did the
same. Now with all four of us naked the boys announced that it was time for
desert, and we were it. Cathy and I were moved to the couch, we leaned back,
pulled our legs up and then out to expose our clean hairless cunts. Jim brought
out a tray with some desert stuff on it. Both boys grabbed a banana, peeled it
and worked it into a cunt. Dave filled mine and Jim filled Cathy’s. They broke
off any piece that extended beyond our lips. Then they poured chocolate syrup
all over our shaven cunts. They poured a little onto each tittie. Then a spray
can of whipped cream, again onto our cunts and a little on our tits. Finally a
cherry to top each tit mound and one where our clit was hidden. Dave took out a
Polaroid camera and took a picture of each of us. At last they began to eat us.

Slowly Dave licked away the whipped cream. He had to press his tongue against
my skin to lick the chocolate off. He avoided the inside of my slit, cleaning
off only the outside. I wanted him to tongue my clit and hole so much, I pushed
my cunt up at his tongue, but he held me back. He switch to licking my tiny
tits clean. He sucked at each nipple until it was hard and sensitive. He moved
back to my cunt and pulled my lips open with his thumbs. The now softened
banana peeked out, and I instinctively squeezed it, pushing out toward Dave’s
mouth. He put his tongue against it and pushed it back in. Then he let up and I
pushed it out, then he pushed it in, and we fucked my cunt with that banana
until I was ready to cum. Dave started eating the banana as I pushed it out.

When He had eaten all of it, he pressed his mouth to my cunt and pushed his
tongue into my hot juicy hole. His wiggling tongue drove me over the edge and I
flooded his mouth with cum. I squeezed my legs to hold his head in place until
I finished creaming. When I relaxed I saw Cathy writhing in pleasure as Jim
finished tonguing her. When he finished Dave told him that I had squeezed his
head with my legs. Jim said that Cathy had also gotten a little carried away
with her orgasm. He suggested that we be trained to cum without hurting our
partners. Dave agreed and ordered me to turn over on the couch. I knelt down on
the floor, bent over the couch seat. Jim had Cathy join me. Dave knelt behind
me, pushed my legs apart and inserted his cock into my waiting hole. With one
push he buried his cock into me. Jim did the same to Cathy and they began a
slow rhythmic fuck. Dave fucked in and out until I was again on the edge of
orgasm. He pushed all the way in and held me until Jim got Cathy to the same
state of pleasure. They pulled out, slapped our tails, and switched places.

Quickly Jim took his position deep in my cunt and they continued their steady
driving fuck. In a very short time a shattering orgasm shook me. Jim kept his
even pace during my orgasm. When I was finished, he pushed in and held me,
reaching under me to cup my titties. We stayed that way until Dave had finished
Cathy. Here we were, two freshly fucked cunts, stuffed full of hard cocks that
hadn’t cum yet. When Cathy had rested, the boys pulled out and pushed us down
onto the floor, my head toward Cathy’s cunt. The boys came down behind us. Dave
lifted Cathy’s leg, Jim lifted mine, and we dove into each other’s hot slit
cunt. Cathy was so hot and sweet and creamy, I licked at her lips and clit and
drove my tongue into her hole. Cathy vigorously returned the favor and my
pleasure increased. A gentle pressure against my asshole indicated that one of
the boys was about to take my tail for his pleasure. I didn’t care which guy it
was, they are both great fuckers and I wanted to be fucked. I loosened my ass
muscles as that cock entered and sunk into my tail. A hand pushed my head away
from Cathy’s cunt enough to let a cock push its way into Cathy’s rectum. I
planted my mouth on her clit and sucked. I sucked and nibbled at her passion
button. I wanted her to cum with that cock up her tail. Cathy beat me to it. By
sucking on my clit she made me cum first. Again I squeezed my legs to hold her,
not as hard as I did for Jim, but still she didn’t pull away. I sucked at
Cathy’s clit again and again until she came. Her juices flowed and the sweet
scent and taste of her cream filled my mind. The boys pushed us tighter
together and fucked our asses until they came. When both boys had shot a load
of cum into a hot ass, they pulled out and let Cathy and I lay there cuddling
against each other’s cunt for a while. They went and cleaned up. When they came
back, they pulled us apart and Dave said that I needed more training in how to
cum without squeezing the person making me cum. Jim agreed and they took Cathy
away. They took her into my bedroom and strapped my 10 inch dildo onto her.

This dildo has a strap that goes around the girl’s waist, threading through a
strap that goes down through her crotch and up her ass. This crotch strap has
an extension of the dildo on the inside. It is an arm ending in a marble sized
ball. This ball fits just inside the girls cunt hole. It moves in and out of
her hole and the arm rubs her clit back and forth when the girl fix the dildo
in and out of someone else. It makes sure that the fucker gets an orgasm as
well as the fuckee.

This time Cathy was the fucker and I was the fuckee. Not the way I had wanted
it when I packed the dildo but I was ready for any kind of orgasm tonight. The
boys knelt down on each side of me. They pulled my arms over my head and held
them there. Then they pulled my legs up and open, exposing my shaved, licked,
fucked and horny cunt to Cathy and that 10 inches of fake cock. They told her
to kneel down and stuff that dildo into my hole. She got down and put the head
of the dildo between my wet lips. She slowly pushed the dildo into me. Slowly,
steady pushing filled me with that dildo. When she got it all the way in, she
tangled one of her tits by my mouth and I licked and sucked at it, until she
pulled away. Cathy moved her other tit to me and got it sucked as well. Jim
slapped her on the ass and told her to give me a really good fucking. She
pulled back and slammed into me. She began a hard pounding fuck. The hard
thrusts quickly raised me to a plateau of pleasure that felt great. She
occasionally pushed a tit to my face but pulled it back before I could suck on
it. This fuck was going to take a long time. After cumming a few times, I get
to the point where further sex gets me to this pleasure plateau but orgasm
takes longer and they tend to become less intense and recovery takes even
longer. Cathy kept pounding at my open cunt. Because the boys were holding my
arms and legs, I couldn’t do much to speed up my orgasm. Cathy pounded at my
cunt. We were covered with sweat. I couldn’t do anything but take the fuck what
ever way they wanted to give it to me. Cathy jammed that dildo into me and
bobbed up and down to force the little ball to finish her orgasm. Cathy
collapsed on top of me. When she recovered, Dave switched places with her. When
Cathy had pulled my leg open to match Jim’s hold on me, Dave jammed his cock
into me and repeated Cathy’s pounding fuck. I don’t remember if I came or not,
but the pleasure of the fuck kept me in ecstasy. He pounded and pounded and
eventually he shot into me. Dave and Jim switched places and Jim continued the
pound fuck that Cathy had started. By the time Jim shot his load, I was
completely exhausted. So completely exhausted that I fell asleep on the floor
while the three of them washed and dried me. Dave carried me into our bedroom
and they put me to bed. Cathy told me later that all three fondled me and
kissed each sex organ good night. The boys took Cathy back into the living room
and Dave gave her a licking and then Jim gave her a licking and then they went
to bed. Dave coming into bed with me.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday except that we didn’t need to be shaved and
Cathy and I switched roles. In the shower after we got home from the beach,
Cathy licked me to orgasm and then I licked her to the edge of cumming and
stopped, and then I repeated that two more times until Cathy was ever so ready
to fuck, or suck or get fingered or whatever so she could cum. After dinner and
wine, the boys made us into sundaes again. I came really long and hard when Jim
ate that banana out of my cunt. When they put us onto the floor, Cathy and I
dove into each other’s hot sweet cunts. This time when a cock started to poke
into Cathy’s ass, I looked up to see that it was Jim. Last night it must have
been Jim in my ass and Dave in Cathy’s. Cathy and I traded licks and sucks and
orgasms until the boys shot their cum into our tails. They left us there while
they went to clean up and get more drinks. Cathy pulled me on top of her and
continued licking my slit even when Dave’s cum started oozing out of my
asshole, down my slit and onto her tongue. When Jim’s cum was oozing out of her
ass, I stroked her ass crack with my fingers, bringing his cum into my mouth. I
even inserted a finger into her slick asshole to get the cum out of her. Her
ass certainly loosened up a lot since her anal deflowering last winter. The
boys came back with drinks and told us it was my turn to fuck Cathy. They send
me into the bedroom to get the strap-on dildo while they spread Cathy out for
her fucking. In the bedroom I unscrewed the dildo and inserted two batteries.

The boys apparently didn’t know that this thing is a vibrator as well as an
artificial cock. I went back into the living room and saw Cathy beautiful pink
cunt, slick with her juice and my saliva, ready and willing to be fucked. I
walked over to them, knelt down in front of Cathy and quickly pressed the
vibrator against her clit and cunt hole while I leaned forward to kiss each
nipple. The vibrations startled her and she gasped and the boys laughed when
they realized that the dildo was now a vibrator and the Cathy was about to
receive a first class fucking. I leaned back and reached down to point the
vibrating head into her hole. She smiled at me and I plunged its length into
her filling her hole with the hard vibrating shaft. I held it deep inside her
forcing her to accept the pleasure of the vibrations. She squeezed her cunt
muscles around the rod and tried to hold it in when I pulled back. I slammed
into again and began a hard pounding fuck, as hard and pounding and as
completely satisfying as the one she gave me the night before. The hard
pounding strokes quickly built up her pleasure, then I switched to long slow
deep strokes to keep her on that high plateau of pleasure. The vibrations
working back through that little ball brought me to the same pleasure plateau.

I decided to try for a combined orgasm, hers and mine at the same time. I
increased the speed of my strokes in her hot cunt until I knew she was on the
verge of orgasm. I rammed that vibrator deep into her and sat back. This pushed
the little ball a little deeper into my hole but more important it pushed the
vibrator up against the roof of Cathy’s vagina. The vibration quickly drove us
both over the edge and we shuttered and moaned and came. I collapsed on top of
Cathy. The boys released her and we hugged for the remainder of our mutual
orgasm. When Jim decided we had had enough, he pulled me off of her and we
swapped places. Dave and I pulled her legs open and held her arms and legs so
Jim could continue the thorough fucking Cathy was to receive. He pounded in and
out of her hot well-fucked cunt until he shot a load deep into that love hole.

I was not given time to turn off the vibrator that was strapped on my mound so
I was being drive to a long slow growing orgasm. I am fairly certain that Cathy
came at least once with Jim but she doesn’t remember much more than reaching
that level of pleasure and staying there. Then Jim and Dave switched places and
Dave continued the fuck until he came. The vibrator had me so sexually aroused
that the boys had me get back into Cathy’s cunt. This time she was allowed to
follow her sexual instincts and wrap her arms and legs around me while I tried
to cum one more time. The boys went to get some wet washcloths and towels. When
they returned, I had had my orgasm and Cathy and I were still cuddled together
with the vibrator buzzing away at our cunts. The boys helped me up and out of
the straps. We gently washed and dried our sleeping sex partner. The boys
lifted her up and carried her to their bedroom and we put her to bed, again
each of us kissing her mouth, her nipples and her freshly (thoroughly) fucked
cunt. The boys and I went back into the living room. I was told to sit on the
couch. Jim knelt down between my legs. He lifted them up and spread them and
gave me a slow gentle licking, cleaning off my outer lips then proceeding to
the inner lips. He repeatedly licked from my asshole up across my cunt hole
around my clit and back down. He did this for a few minutes, then he got up,
kissed me on the lips and the nipples, said good night and went to bed. Dave
took his place and repeated the long slow licks, but intermingled a few clit
sucks. My pleasure built but I didn’t cum. It would have taken hours to cum but
the pleasure was there anyway. He stood up and led me to bed. We cuddled and
kissed and had a great restful night’s sleep.

Wednesday turned out to be a very anally oriented day. Again there was the
breakfast licking that they gave us, but when they took us to the bathroom for
our shower, we were told that they would only be fucking our asses today. We
were taken into the shower by Jim. He turned on the water and we washed him all
over. Then they washed me. Jim paid special attention to my ass. Then he and I
washed Cathy, again his attention was on her ass. Then Jim turned off the
water. He had me at one end of the tub, he was at the other end and Cathy was
between us. He instructed Cathy to face the wall and bend over a bit, sticking
her ass out at Dave, who was watching us. She took her position and Dave handed
be a liquid soap container and told me to soap up Cathy’s ass REAL good. I
pumped a stream of soap at the top of her ass crack and watched it ooze down to
her asshole. I put my finger just under her hole and when the soap arrived, I
began to massage her pucker. Using the soap as lubrication I worked my finger
into her hot tail. She squirmed a bit but not in pain. I pulled my finger out,
applied more liquid soap and continued exploring her rectum. The more I worked
on her hole the soapier and slicker she got, the easier it was to pump her
without causing pain or discomfort. Jim told me to use two fingers with a
generous coat of soap. I did and slowly worked two fingers into her until she
had loosened up to take them without pain. Finally Jim stopped me and had Cathy
bend over to touch the bottom of the tub. This opened her ass a bit more and
gave it a near vertical angle. Jim put his thumbs on each side of her asshole,
squeezed his fingers into her ass cheeks and pulled her asshole open. Dave told
me to pump some more soap into Cathy’s open rectum. When I did, Jim had Cathy
stand up and face away from Jim. Dave had me sit down on the side of the tub.

Cathy was instructed to bend over and lean on the wall in front of her. This
put her big fleshy tits dangling in front of me. Jim pulled her cheeks and
pushed his cockhead into her slick tail. He asked her what she wanted now.
Cathy said she wanted to get her ass fucked. Jim easily slid his rod deep into
her soapy cavern. He told me that I could play with her tits or her cunt,
anything I wanted, except her ass, that he would take care of that. Then he
began a slow deep fucking rhythm. I reached out and took her tits in my hands
and squeezed and pulled at them the way a farmer would milk a cow’s tits (sorry
for the analogy, comparing Cathy to a cow isn’t nice, but I spent some time on
a farm when I was young and milking a cow was one of the things I did there and
that was the same thing I was now doing to Cathy’s tits, my only regret is that
she didn’t have any milk in them for me to squeeze out). After a bit I moved
one hand down to her cunt and my finger found her soapy slick crack and slipped
inside. I rubbed her clit around a bit causing her to start moaning. Then I
moved my fingertip down to her cunt hole and in, in deep and easy. She was very
slick first from her own juices and then from the soap oozing down from her
asshole. A pinch on her clittie triggered her first orgasm. After she calmed
down a bit I resumed the tit squeezes and cunt fingering until Cathy had a
second orgasm and until Jim pulled her onto his cock and held her while his hot
load of cum was spewing up her tail. When he recovered he slipped out of her
tail and Dave inserted a butt plug before much of Jim’s cum got out.

Now we switched places, Jim got out, Dave got in and I was put in the middle.
We washed Dave all over, I took the low spots and Cathy took the high ones.
Then they washed me again. Then I was told to get into position and Cathy began
to soap up my ass. Just her finger action in my ass got me halfway to orgasm.
Then Dave had me bend over and slipped his head into my ass. He asked me what I
wanted and I told him I wanted the best ass fuck he could give. His response
was a quick deep plunge into my slick asshole. Cathy wasted no time and began
to tweek my nipples and finger my cunt. Her loving strokes to my clit and
Dave’s equally loving but more filling strokes in my ass quickly brought me to
orgasm. Cathy decided to tweak my clit after I started cumming and that
extended and intensified my orgasm. I was in a daze of pleasure after that. I
don’t know how long I was getting fucked or exactly what Cathy was doing to my
nipples and cunt, but it felt great and I came again. This one was longer and
broader and beautiful. Just near the end, Dave slipped his hands underneath me,
cupped my titties in his hands, lifted my chest up, pushed as deep into my tail
as possible and shot his load. We were both weak when he finished and Cathy had
to hold me up until Jim could get the butt plug inserted into me. Then they sat
me down and let me recover. Cathy was given a bottle of prepared douche and
told to clean the soap out of her cunt. It was a pleasure sitting at one end of
the tub, freshly fucked, watching Cathy spread her legs, spread her sexy
hairless cunt lips and flush out one of her pleasure holes. When Cathy was
finished, I was given a bottle and told to clean myself out. I did, giving
Cathy and Jim and Dave as good a cunt show as I could. When I was finished, we
were placed to receive our daily enemas. The boys hung up the enema bags,
pulled out our butt plugs, inserted the nozzles and filled our tails with a hot
soapy enema. A second enema was hot but clear water and a third was warm clear
water to finish flushing out our asses. Cathy and I were allowed to shower and
when we went into the living room we were the cleanliest ladies on the beach
(tits,cunts, and asses, but definitely not clean minded). In the living room
the boys presented us with some new toys. We each received two sets of Ben-wa
balls. One silver and one gold colored. The boys told us that the gold ones
were for our cunts and the silver were for our asses. We were told to lay on
the couch at opposite end, with our legs in the middle and up in the air. Dave
inserted a set of gold balls into my cleaned out cunt while Jim did the same to
Cathy. Then Jim inserted the silver balls into my ass while Dave did Cathy.

Finally we were dressed in our bathing suits and taken down to the beach.
Those balls stuffed into our cunts and asses kept moving around, keeping us
very aroused. Even when we laid absolutely still, they still had us excited.
Cathy and I needed to cum, to get push this pleasure further to climax. We
tried walking and jogging. Nothing we could do in public would get us to
orgasm. Then Cathy suggested that we go into the water and masturbate out
there. Jim told her that if we went into the water, they would come with us,
strip us, fuck us and leave us out there without suits, to walk home naked,
shaved, and freshly fucked. We decided not to go into the water to masturbate.

Finally at lunchtime, the boys took us back to the house. They brought us
around back. They told us to stand in the middle of the yard and strip. When we
were naked, Dave turned on the hose and sprayed us, concentrating on our hot
horny cunts. They told us to shower. We were allowed to remove the balls from
our cunts and asses, but we were told not to finger, or lick our cunts. They
still did not want us to cum. Cathy and I showered, sucking on each others
tits, but obeying the boys and not playing with our cunts. When we went into
the house, the boys told us that they had called for pizza and that it would be
there very soon. The boys positioned us on the couch. We were placed so that
our shoulders were on the bottom and our asses against the back, with our legs
up in the air. They had us spread our legs to show off our hot, clean cunts and
asses. The doorbell rang and Dave opened the door. He invited the delivery boy
in to get paid. He was young, about 16 or 17 and he was very surprised at
seeing Cathy and I on display like that. Dave told us to masturbate for our
guest while he went to get his money. After an entire morning with Ben-wa balls
in us, not being allowed to cum, Cathy and I did not need any more instruction
or encouragement, even with a total stranger there to watch. Our fingers
plunged into our cunts, two from one hand into my hole, two from the other hand
to rub my clit. In a matter of moments I was cumming. Cathy’s legs thrashing
around indicated that her orgasm was at hand as well. When we were satisfied
(temporarily), the delivery boy was asked if he would like to taste our creamy
cunts. He said yes and was allowed five licks at each of us. That wasn’t enough
to make us cum again, but his cock was standing at attention when he left. We
were taken off the couch and we had our lunch. I will never be able to look at
another pizza without thinking of the smile on that boy’s face when he had
licked us. After lunch, the boys asked us if we were comfortable at the beach
that morning. We explained about the constant arousal and our wanting to cum.

They suggested that the extreme heat of the afternoon might make things even
hotter to handle. They decided to try to compensate for the heat. We were taken
into the bathroom and put down in position for another enema. This time Jim
brought a bowl of crushed ice with him. They prepared two enema bags, each
contained a handful of crushed ice and cold tap water. They bags were sealed
and given to us, so that we could make sure there was no ice unmelted before
they filled out asses with the ice cold water. This rush of cold water was
unlike any enema I have had. It filled, it chilled, it made my nipples get very
tight and pointed. Cathy and I were shivering from the unusual sensations. The
boys lifted up our chests and with each hand rubbed an ice cube around our
nipples. After a few circles on our nips, the ice cubes were put down to our
clits. The chill amplified the tingling in our tails. When the ice had melted,
Cathy and I were very eager to fuck, but definitely were not hot and sweaty
like the boys. We were allowed to let the cold water out and clean each other
up. When we got back to the living room, the boys had us take kneeling
positions on the couch, leaning over the back. They poured some lubricating oil
(sexy kind) onto our asses and rubbed it into all the nooks and crannies. Then
Jim grabbed my waist and slid his cock into my chilled but slick and willing
asshole. I turned back to watch Dave slide effortlessly into Cathy’s butt. They
fucked our tails slowly, gently, warming up our clean cool tunnels with each
stroke. We were not allowed to play with ourselves so neither Cathy nor I were
able to cum before the boys left their latest loads in us. They pulled out and
told us to stay there while they got something from the kitchen. They brought
back two bowls. The bowls had been in the freezer all during lunch. They
contained the oil the boys had lubed our tails with and our Ben-wa balls. The
balls were now quite cold, but slick, too slick to stick to anything. The balls
were put into the designated sex receptacles, and we were allowed to put our
suits back on. The afternoon on the beach was even more sexually frustrating
for Cathy and I than the morning was. We wanted to cum, so much, so badly. The
balls did not retain their coolness very long under that hot sun, but they
certainly were slick enough to move around inside us.

At dinner time, we went back to the house. Cathy and I were instructed to strip
down in the backyard, extract the Ben-wa balls, shower, wash each other and
then come inside the house. We were strictly forbidden to make ourselves or
each other cum. When we got inside we found the boys getting dinner ready. We
were told to just go into the living room and sit down (again we were told not
to play with ourselves). The boys brought in platters of hamburgers and fixings
and chips and beer. When we all had finished, the boys had us stand up. They
moved to particular seats that were good for watching the television. Dave had
me bend over in front of him and he applied a generous coat of butter to my
asshole, gently but thoroughly poking it into me. Jim did the same thing to
Cathy. Then Dave held my waist and guided me onto his lap. He had me put one
hand between my legs to hold his cock and aim it into my asshole. When I had
impaled myself on his hard cock, he pulled me down snug and then back to lie
against his chest. When Cathy was in the same position, Jim picked up the
remote control for the TV and VCR and turned them on. The video tape was a
special one they had found. It was all about a pair of college girls who
majoring in ass fucking. Every other scene was one or both of these girls with
a thick cock up their ass. And Cathy and I watched with our own lovers buried
in our tails. After about 30 minutes Cathy and I were so hot, and so eager to
cum, the boys let us finger ourselves, still sitting on their cocks. We were
allowed to cum three times before the movie ended. We were hot, with tender
ciltties from the fierce rubbing we gave ourselves and still very eager to
satisfy the cocks that were filling our asses. The last scene in the movie was
an orgy where the girls were placed mouth to cunt and told to lick each other
(their first time supposedly) while a dozen or so guys took turns fucking their
asses. During this very hot scene, Cathy and I were not allowed to play with
our clits or finger our holes. The two girls in the movie out fucked all the
guys and were still so horny that they fell back into each others arms and kept
eating each other during the closing credits. Jim shut off the TV and VCR and
we were told to stand up. The boys cleared to table and moved it out of the
way. We were laid down on the floor in a sixty nine position on our sides, but
were told not to start anything. Dave laid down behind me and slipped into my
ass again. Jim laid down and slipped into Cathy. Now we were told that we could
start licking each other and the boys would start fucking us, and no one was to
stop until they were totally exhausted. I figured that after three finger
fucks, Cathy and I would not last as long as the boys, who had shown remarkable
sexual patience. The slickness that had been delivered to our tails all day
long had not yet dissipated and we were able to take the ass fucking for a very
long time. My tongue and jar got tired before my cunt and ass did. The boys
switched asses after each orgasm, but after the third one, both cocks were just
a little too limp to continue. Cathy and I worked up enough energy to spend
licking each other a bit after the boys gave up, just to show them we were just
as good at fucking as the girls in the movie. When we went to bed, I fell
asleep on Dave’s chest rather than cuddled up like spoons, which is our normal
position (my ass was a bit warm).

On Thursday, we were told that we could please each other as much as we wanted
to. Thursday would be our lesbian day. At breakfast, we gave the boys a good
sucking before we climbed onto the table. Cathy and I kissed, trading cum from
our lovers, while they sweetened our cunts with the maple syrup. After we
swallowed the boys cum, we laid down in a familiar 69 position(me on top) and
we licked at each other’s hot sweet cunt until we had both had a very
pleasurable orgasm. We were taken to the bathroom and Cathy and I washed up
thoroughly while the boys watched. We purposely spent a lot of time soaping up
tits and cunts and asses. Cathy asked the boys to hold my ass cheeks open so
she could soap my asshole very completely. I had to do the same to her, and I
took it a step further and filled her ass from a prepared enema bag. I plugged
her ass and then had the boys hold her spread-eagle against the wall while I
applied another soapy coat to her tits and cunt (giving her one more good
orgasm). She enjoyed filling my ass with the enema and then when I was held
spread-eagle Cathy used a dildo to make my cunt cum. The boys helped us trade
two more enemas before Cathy and I rinsed off and got ready for the beach. At
mid-morning, Cathy suggested we go into the water. In the water, Cathy and I
inserted the Ben-Wa balls into each other and we giggled all the way back to
the blankets. The boys kept us very hot by having Cathy and I recall every
lesbian activity we had done starting with the ski trip.

We stayed late at the beach, because it was going to get cloudy that afternoon
and the boys said Cathy and I could go shopping instead of returning to the
beach. Lunch time was very simple, strip in the backyard (the boy next door was
watching today), a shower (we were allowed to cream each other as much as we
wanted) and then lunch. After lunch, Cathy and I put the balls back into our
cunts and went shopping. At each store where we tried on clothes, we went into
the same changing booth and played with each other. At one place (a bikini
shop) the store clerk got upset with our giggling and asked us to stop. Cathy
grabbed her, pulling her into the booth with us and held her while I removed
the bitch’s top. She had bigger, firmer tits than I had played with in a long
time and I just had to squeeze them. I stripped off her bottoms and then held
her for Cathy to play with a bit. Cathy gave her enough of a fingering to get
her moaning but not enough to make her cum. We left her, stripped naked and
halfway to orgasm in the changing room. We dropped her bikini at the cash
register.

Dinner time included another porno movie. This one entirely about lesbian sex.
The boys kept our cunts busy with little silver bullet shaped vibrators. They
kept the remote controls and adjusted the intensity at their pleasure. After
the movie, the boys knew we had very hot eager cunts and they let us eat each
other for as long as we wanted. Much later (Cathy and I really like eating each
other’s cunt), the boys made ice cream sundaes and brought them to us. After
desert, Dave brought out my strap-on dildo and helped me get ready to fuck
Cathy the way Jim would. Cathy asked if Jim could join this fuck and I
suggested that she sit her ass on his cock and then I would complete the sex
sandwich by fucking her cunt. Cathy got very noisy during that fuck, so I
squeezed her nipples with each stroke to punish her. She really got louder and
came more intensely. We rested and watched another movie, about twin sisters
finding their mother’s collection of dildos and using them on each other. It
was a short movie, only about 30 minutes but at the end I was hot and ready to
get my sandwich fuck. I sat into Dave’s cock while Jim strapped the dildo into
and onto Cathy. She took a lot of pleasure in feeding me her sexy tits before
she plunged that fake cock into my willing cunt. I squeezed and sucked on her
tits while she pumped in and out of me until I had cum. She rested a bit,
gently rubbing her tits against my face before she returned to her steady paced
fucking until she reached her orgasm. When we were ready for bed, Dave inserted
my bullet vibrator into my ass and Jim did the same to Cathy. Jim gave me her
control and Dave gave mine to Cathy, who promptly turned it up all the way. The
boys patted our asses and gave us good night kisses before sending us off to
one bedroom to spend the night in the glow of lesbian lust.

Friday was our last full day at the beach, but the morning was very foggy. Very
warm still fog covered everything. It was difficult to even see the house
across the street. The four of us had a very leisurely breakfast, knowing that
there was no hurry to get to the beach and sun. After we had all eaten regular
breakfast, Jim sat up on the table and told Cathy and I that we could have some
desert now. Cathy took the maple syrup and pour it over his erect cock and
tight balls. We both dove for his cock and proceeded to lick and suck him
clean. We took turns sucking on his cockhead and licking his balls until he was
ready to cum. At that point Cathy sucked his cockhead into her mouth and
refused to surrender it. So I conceded and continued licking Jim’s balls until
he shot his load into Cathy’s mouth. She sucked and sucked until his cock
stopped its pulsating. I knew that Cathy now had a mouthful of tasty cum. She
stood up and pulled me up to her. She clamped her mouth on mine and drove her
tongue between my lips. I opened my mouth in response to her domineering
approach and was rewarded with her tongue pushing Jim’s cum into my mouth. We
pushed and sucked his cum back and forth until we each had an equal share and
then we swallowed it and broke out giggling. Abrupt slaps to our ass cheeks
reminded us that Dave had not yet had his morning sucking. With him in position
I poured chocolate syrup all over his cock and balls. Cathy and I licked and
sucked (me doing more sucking and Cathy doing more licking) until Dave shot his
load into my mouth. It came suddenly and I almost lost it, but only a little
dribbled out. I stood up and Cathy quickly licked the dribble off my cheek and
then I repeated her cum sharing giggles and all.

Our morning showering started with Cathy and I getting our cunts shaved clean
for the last time of our vacation. The boys made sure that our cunts were hot,
wet and loose with almost continuous fingering during the shaving process. We
were instructed to bend over the edge of the tub and again we took a hot soapy
enema into your tails. This time the boys plugged up our asses with the hot
enema inside. The boys handed us the shaving brushes and razors and said that
we could shave them now. Grins broke on our faces at the thought of having a
hairless cock and balls to play with. Cathy and I set to our work and soon,
Dave and Jim had no pubic hair near their erect cocks. The boys unplugged our
tails and flushed us out with two more loads of water before taking us into the
living room. Cathy and I were placed in the center of the room facing each
other. We were instructed to bend over until our heads were resting on the
other’s shoulder and our tits were dangling down (at least Cathy’s were). The
boys spread our legs and applied a coat of lubricant to the full length of our
slits (from asshole to clit and back). They slowly pushed the silver bullet
vibrators into our hot, clean assholes and turned them on high. Then Dave
nuzzled his smooth hairless cock against my smooth hairless cunt and pumped up
and down my crack. I could see Jim behind Cathy doing the same to her slick
crotch. Dave slowly pointed his cockhead at my cunt and worked just the head
into my hot hole. When Jim got into position, we were asked what we wanted and
both Cathy and I responded by begging for a good fucking. We wanted to get it,
they wanted to give it and so they plunged deep into our slick cunts and
pounded and pounded until Cathy and I came. The boys switched cunts and with
just their cockheads in our pleasure tunnels, we were again asked what we
wanted. This time we begged for them to fuck us until they came inside of us.
They plunged in and pounded away, giving Cathy and I each, a great second
orgasm and a load of cum in our cunts.

Later that morning, we decided to walk down to the beach. There was still a pea
soup thick fog. Cathy and I wore the white halter dresses. They are made from
the sweatsuit type of cloth only thinner and clingier. Of course, neither Cathy
nor I wore bra or panties, just the dress. While we were walking along the
deserted beach, Cathy suggested that she and I go into the water and have some
fun with each other. We waded into the strangely calm water and found it warmer
than earlier in week. We also found out that it was low tide and we could walk
out about 50 feet and be standing on a sand bar with the water up to my
titties. We could just barely see the lifeguard chair on the beach and decided
to stop there. Since there was very little chance of being seen by anyone, I
reached behind Cathy’s neck and unbuttoned her halter and brought it down to
expose her gorgeous tits. Her nipples were very hard and erect and a tweak sent
a shiver of pleasure through her. She responded by exposing my tits and
tweaking them and then asking me to suck on her nips. I haven’t been able to
resist a pair of titties like hers since college. I lifted up her full fleshy
tits and sucked at one nipple and then the other. Cathy kept busy by lifting up
the hem of my dress and stroking my cunt. I left her nips and kissed her on the
mouth. Our tongue immediately found each other and fought for dominance. Our
hands drove into each other’s cunts, probing slits, rubbing clits, and poking
cunt holes. Soon we were each standing on one leg, with the other wrapped
around, and a hand pumping in and out of the other’s now open cunt. I had
closed my eyes rather early in our session but now I had to open them as
another set of hands took hold of my waist and a cock pressed against my
asshole. I saw Dave behind Cathy and I knew Jim was behind me and he slowly
pushed into my rectum. I felt Dave’s cock push into Cathy’s tail and I enhanced
his pleasure by inserting three fingers into her cunt and pumping furiously. My
desire to make them cum was matched only by Cathy and Jim trying to make me
cum. Cathy with three fingers of her own and Jim with his cock sliding in and
out of my willing tail. I can’t tell which of us had the best orgasm, but Cathy
and I surrendered to our pleasure and collapsed into each other’s arms. The
boys had to hold us up until we recovered. Unfortunately the boys could not
keep their cocks erect after a good ass fuck out in the Atlantic Ocean (if they
had been able to, Cathy and I would have switched partners and taken another
ass fucking). We buttoned our halters and went back to the beach. We walked
some more, with our wet dresses sticking to us and showing off every curve and
crevice, and our asses leaking cum.

At lunch time we were on the main street near the neighborhood burger place. We
took some money from the boys and sent them on to the house while Cathy and I
bought lunch. Inside there were only two customers, a guy and a girl from the
beach badge patrol. She was a very-well endowed blonde who looked like her
bikini was painted on. Cathy and I could have had a lot of fun turning her into
a lesbian, but today it was her partner that occupied our lusty thoughts. We
had not seen him at all that week. He was built like the guys in the body
building machine commercials. We drooled the moment we saw him. After we put in
our order, Cathy and I went to the restroom. It was down a small corridor that
was right in line with Mr. Hunk. He could see us at the end of the corridor but
no one else could. Cathy was so hot for this guy that she let me get behind
her, unbutton her dress and lower the front to show him her tits. She cupped
them in her hands, sort of offering them to him. He smiled and tried to keep up
his conversation with the blonde. When I saw that he wasn’t too flustered, I
reached around Cathy and slowly pulled up the hem until her hairless cunt was
exposed for his view. She spread her legs and I stroked her slit and eventually
poked my finger up her hole. After a little pumping I pulled it out and brought
it to my mouth and licked it clean. That interrupted his conversation a bit but
not too much. I instructed Cathy to turn her back to him and bend over. I
pulled up her dress so that when she was all the way over, everything was
exposed, tits, cunt and asshole. I probed her cunt to show how wet she was and
then when my finger was covered with her juice, I moved up to her asshole and
slowly pushed into her willing rectum. That caused him to swallow his soda the
wrong way and the blonde got her bikini soaked with the rest of his drink.
Cathy quickly straightened out her dress and we picked up lunch and were out of
the place while Mr. Hunk, was trying to clean off Ms. Bimbo and hide a raging
hard-on at the same time. Cathy and I giggled about it all the way home. (When
Dave and Jim read this, it will be the first time they know what we were
giggling about for the rest of the afternoon.)

The boys had the VCR set up and loaded with a porno movie when we got back to
the house. We ate lunch watching sex on the TV and then spent all afternoon
drinking wine, watching sex, critiquing the positions and quality of the sex
shows, and stroking and sucking the boys through several orgasms. After
watching a movie about two roommates swapping sex stories that ended with the
two girls 69′ing on the edge of the hot tub, Cathy and I cuddled up on the rug
and ate each other while the boys compared our technique with the movie’s. We,
of course, were better. At dinner time we went outside (it had cleared very
nicely) and the boys started a barbecue while Cathy and I showered in the
outside shower. We were told not to make ourselves cum. In a bit, Jim came in
and had us wash him and then suck him until he was erect. Then he left and Dave
came in to get washed and sucked. But he too left when we got him erect. We
were instructed to wash each others cunt and ass one more time and then come
out for dinner. When we came out, the boys had put their swimsuits on and the
steaks were almost ready. Dave instructed us to bend over the railing of the
deck and spread our legs. This would give the boy next door a great view of our
asses. The boys began spanking us, gently but firmly warming our butts and
juicing our cunts. When our tails were bright pink and tender and our cunts wet
and horny, we were sent inside to finish preparing dinner. After dinner, we
began preparing to leave, packing up clothes, beach stuff, etc. We drank a lot
of wine and were feeling no pain. Then the boys said we needed one more enema
before that stuff got packed away. We were taken into the bathroom and put into
position and received one more hot soapy enema. They inserted butt plugs into
us and had us wait until they had packed up the VCR and television. When they
came back, they pulled out our plugs and let us empty out. Then Jim sat on the
toilet and had Cathy lay across his lap. Dave handed him a syringe (not a drug-
type needle, but more like a turkey baster, except a bit thinner tip) that he
had filled with mineral oil (a very good anal lubricant). Jim inserted the tip
into Cathy’s lovely rectum and squeezed the oil into her. He gave her two loads
of oil and then used his finger to probe her hole and stretch her sphincter
muscle. When he finished he had a finger from each hand, stretching her asshole
open. Then he let her empty out the oil and suck on his rigid cock at the same
time. He did not let her suck him off yet, then I was put through the same lube
job. Dave is very gentle with my ass, and even stretching me wide open, he was
gentle and loving and I almost came from his probing, and I tried hard to make
him cum in my mouth while the oil oozed out of my ass. I didn’t get him off and
Cathy and I cleaned up and followed the boys back into the living room. The
boys got some blankets, a bottle of wine and tossed us our halter dresses. We
put them on and we all went down to the beach at 10:00 PM at night. We found a
quiet spot at the base of a large set of dunes that masked an expensive cluster
of empty houses from the sight and sound of the surf. It was still a calm
softly rolling sea and there seemed to be no one else on the beach. We laid out
the blankets and cuddle up between them. Cathy and I in the middle, Dave cuddle
up against my ass and Jim against Cathy’s tail. We drank some more wine and
fondle what ever sex organ we could reach. Cathy and I were quickly relieved of
our dresses and the boys just as quickly had very hard cocks. As we got more
involved with our sex play, we got less concerned with being seen. Eventually,
Cathy and I were put on our hands and knees next to each other with my head at
Cathy’s ass and Cathy getting a good view of mine. The boys positioned their
cocks at our assholes and slowly pushed in. We offered no resistance. My ass
was slick and smooth and more willing to take Dave’s cock than ever. The boys
began a slow steady deep fucking motion. This was going to be a very long sexy
fuck and they wanted to enjoy every inch of it. After two dozen strokes or so,
the boys pulled out and switch partners, and Jim inserted his cock and resumed
the slow steady screwing. The boys swapped again after more strokes and then
swapped again and again. Cathy and I eventually lowered ourselves to the
blankets, our asses still high in the air, but our tits on the blankets and our
hands in our cunts. I finger-fucked my hot wet hole and rubbed my clittie to
two orgasms. I didn’t know who was fucking my tail at what time and I really
didn’t care. Both boys were giving us a great ass fuck and getting as much
pleasure from our tails as they were giving. Near the end, the boys turned us
on our sides, and nuzzled us up against each others creamy cunts. The boys
emptied their cocks into our oily assholes while Cathy and I licked clitties
and lapped cum from slick cunt holes. We fell asleep cuddled up in the enlarged
69 position. We were only awaked by two drunks yelling at the police a few
hours later. We quickly got dressed and were encouraged to hurry home by the
officers. We got home and kissed and fondled each other good-night before
slipping into our respective beds.

I woke up Saturday morning with Dave slipping into my still slick ass. He had
turned me face down on the bed, spread my legs and had inserted the silver
bullet vibrator into my cunt. His cock sliding through my backdoor finally
roused me and then growing vibrations in my cunt increased my attention. Dave
wasn’t embedded in my ass as deeply as when my hips are raised up, but he was
enjoying it and so was I. After two wakening orgasms in my cunt, Dave’s cock
shot what he could into my tail. Dave and I got up and went out to the
bathroom. Cathy and Jim were already awake and beginning on breakfast. Dave and
I took a shower, our first shower together all week. It was a warm loving
shower, I washed him, he washed me, and we made sure we were clean and well-
loved before we went to get some breakfast. We ate breakfast while Cathy and
Jim took their shower. When we were all fed and washed, we finished cleaning up
the house and packing to leave. We all stayed completely naked until everything
was packed and ready to put into the cars. The boys put on their swimsuits to
load up the cars, and Cathy and I retired to a bedroom for one last cunt
licking session. We licked and sucked and fingered until we had both cum and
then the boys had to separate us while we were trying to lick the cum out of
each other. We knelt down in front of our respective boyfriends, pulled down
their suits and sucked and licked their cocks to a full erection and then we
had them switch places and I sucked Jim’s last load of cum into my mouth. When
I was finished I turned to Cathy (who had Dave’s last load in her mouth) and we
kissed, sharing one last sex act, sharing the boy’s cum. We swallowed the
combined cum and finally got dressed, kissed everyone good-bye (fondled what I
could as well) and left with smiles on our faces and tender well-worked sex
organs.

Some would say, “If you wanted her so much why don’t you get her?”
Well for sure I wanted to but she always seemed to have another guy.
And did she go through them. She never had one for more than a few
weeks, and I wanted to be more than that. That is why I watched and
studied her for so long. I knew her in and out including her
favorite sex positions, via a telescope bought for the purpose. As a
matter of fact I finally decided that I would confront her with my
love as soon as I found out one last bit of information. I didn’t
know her name. I vowed that when I got it, I would get her.

One day she did not follow the usually routine. She went out to
work did not come for her daily jog. I saw this as an excellent
chance to figure out her name. I knew for sure that her name would
be on her mail, which she usually picked up from her box before
jogging. Inconspiciously I slipped down to the mail boxes. The
apartment owner either was a trusting soul or cheap because the boxes
did not have locks. Lucky for me! I glanced and saw no one around.
I quickly popped open her box and scanned her letters. Finally I say
what I had been waiting for. Among the letters to occupant I found
one addressed to ‘Miss Betsy Bryant’. I am ready to make my move. I
knew in my mind I was going to get this woman and I would start the
next time I saw her.

About 4 o’clock the next day I saw Betsy getting her mail. I
slipped out of the apartment and came up the road as if I was going
to the apartments. I walked up to her and pretended to ask her the
direction to a friends place. When she was about to answer I
said,”Wait a minute? Aren’t you Betsey Byrant? Don’t you remember
me? I am Jim from school.”

This had her throughly confused and I moved in for the kill. I
rambled on about some made up school career until she invited me to
her place. I had never really seen her place except from the
windows, and I was impressed. She had impecable taste in decor that
seems the mark of the sucessful women. After we got on the couch I
admitted to really being her neighbor and used the school mate bit as
a ploy to get in her apartment. Betsy was shocked and I was afraid
that she would kick me out. Finally, at my urgings she cooled down,
and admitted that she knew I was BSing her anyway. The she started
spouting of info on me! She knew everything about me. Of course I
was surprised. It turns out that she used the computer at work to
find out about me when she noticed me spying on her.

“Well, I bet you don’t know my favorite sex position,” I finally said.
“I bet I can find out,” she said slyly.

From there on it was smooth sailing. We had a few drinks, and she
started to get really beautiful. I eased over closer to her on the
couch and tryed to kiss her. Betsy noticed by the tent my rod was
causing in my pants that I was really in for her. “You know I don’t
fuck just any man. He has got to do what I say and enjoy it.” I
suddenly realized that maybe I didn’t know all about her. What if
she is one of those hard-core dominant bitchs. That would really
ruin things. But she is the ultimate prize and I would do anything to
get it with her. “Well, what do you have in mind?”

First she said that I would have to shower. Next she said that I
would have to shave off all my hair (except my head). Finally she
said that she would only take cock in the ass because she was saving
her cherry for marriage. Those rules were not to bad and the latter
one explained here favorite position–doggie style. At the time I
was hot enough to agree to anything so off to the shower I went.

When I was done in the shower I was greeted by Betsy with one of
those antique straight razors. “We are going to get all that hair
off you quick,” she said and away she went. She started off at my
legs and made quick work of them while I looked down at the firm tits
peeking out of her terry cloth robe. Next she shaved my arms and
chest. Then I started to worry. Some men may not feel threatened by
a girl shaving there dick with a 4 inch long razor but I do. “I’ll
get the safety razor for this”, she said, taking a lot of my mind.
Back she came and away went my cock hair. Then I was rolled over and
then the rest of the hair came off. I felt strangely clean and was
dying to fuck her hard.

“Now that you are properly prepared, you can shave my pussy.”
she said as she dropped her terry-cloth robe. She was gorgous. No
sags on her. She had nice firm tits with big pink nipples. She had
one hot looking pussy and I took little time shaving the sparce hair
off of it. The whole time I was dying to nibble her hard clit that I
occasionly saw during my little job. “I want you to tongue me so
long and hard that your tongue blisters,” she announced. I quickly
obliged her. She was so smooth and sticky, wet. Every once and
awhile she start to pant and then give a little scream, which I
suspected were orgasms. Finally my tongue gave out and I had to
quit. “I got to quit. Look at my tongue,” I said showing her my red
tongue. “Ok, you were a good boy and I want to reward you.” Quickly
we changed positions and she started to lick me off. Boy was she
good. She would slowly circle my cock head with her tongue and then
suck and pump it. Every once and awhile she would even deepthroat
it, but she looked like she would gag so I didn’t press it too hard.
Finally I felt my balls tighten up and I knew I was going to come
like a beast. “Don’t come in my mouth. Shoot on my tits,” she
panted. I pulled out if her mouth and shot my hot load all over her
firm tits. She rubbed my come all over her chest and then gave me a
real tonguey kiss.

“I want you to fuck me now.” she said after catching her
breather.”Let me screw your pussy please” I begged but she grabbed my
balls and let me know that I would be doing a rear entrance. I had
never fucked anyone in the ass before so I had her talk me through. I
got me first look at her pretty bung hole. It looked pretty tight
and even though I don’t have a titanic cock, I had my doubts. “The
trick is to go slow and to have lots of lubrication.” I looked
around and found a bottle of lube conviently at hand. So I greased
up my fingers and started probing that tight ass of hers. At first I
could only get one finger in but slowly I got about three in. She
was obviously enjoying her self and had some sort of vibrator on her
clit. “Quick, stick your cock in my asshole! I need it! ” she
yelled. I got behind her and greased up my pole and placed my cock
head on her now red anus. I slowly worked it about a half inch and
Betsy was going crazy. I pushed a little more and all most all
resistance gave away and I slid in up to my now clean shaven pelvis.

It was so tight. For awhile I just had to sit there and get
used to it. “Pump me now!” she yelled and I started off. Slow at
first, but then I picked up the pace. I started to finger her puss
while I felt her hands on my butt pulling me in to her. I had never
seen a girl so wild. She started to squeal and was scratching my
butt with her long nails. Again I had that warm feeling in my balls
and I knew this time I would have one of those once in a life time
orgasms. “Fuck me harder!” she was yelling again. “I going to come,”
I replied. And she started meeting my cock with such force that she
was smashing my balls against my thighs. I started pumping my hot
come in her ass like crazy. I thought I would go soft but I guess
the pain she was inflicted on my balls was keeping me hard. “Keep on
fucking me you bastard!” With my load in her ass things were getting
very lubed and very sticky. I was like a piston and I kept on till
come leaked out of her red, raw ass and my cock could not take it
anymore.

Now was my chance to get my mouth of those big tits of hers.
She laid back on the bed and I latched right on to those long
nipples. Here flesh was so creamy and I could taste the saltiness of
my come all over her globes. Betsy winced as I rolled those nipples
between my fingers. After a bit of this she gets up and says,”You
had your fun on my ass, it is now time for my turn on yours.”
Needless to say I was pretty worn out, but I remembered the agreement
and warily rolled over.

She placed pillow under my cock to allow her easy access to my
ass. “First I need to get some ‘toys’.” She went over to a beautiful
oriental chest and picked out an assortment of sex toys. I was
apprehensive about the situation but she cleverly calmed me down.
“Put this on.” she ordered me as I was handed one of those cock ring
vibrators. I slipped it on and felt waves of stimulation run up and
down my cock. I next I felt a greased finger penetrate my virgin ass
hole. This isn’t too bad I thought, until she added a few more
fingers. My ass burnt but it also felt so erotic that I had to have
more. “I am going to put a small butt plug in your ass so loosen
up.” I obediently loosened up to be rewarded with some of the most
intense pain I have felt in awhile. I also thought I was going to
shoot off right then. If that was the small plug I would hate to try
the large one because I thought I was going to rip at the seams from
the pain in my ass.

“Flip over cuntlicker, I want to suck your cock!” she snarled.
I was in a pretty interesting position. I had this vibrating plug in
my ass making my knees weak and a vibrating cock ring that was making
my dick drip pre-come. Carefully I flipped over to have my balls
harshly squeezed. I could not take it any more. I shot come all
over my own stomach. This time Betsy licked it up running her tongue
all over my upper torso. “What are we going to do now? You came
before I got a chance to suck you off. For that we need to punish
you.” I thought what else could she do to me. To my dismay I say
what she had planned. She had a butt plug the size of a small pair.
“There is no way you are going to be able to get that in my ass,
bitch,” I told her. “We’ll see about that.” And with that she went
out of the room. I removed the cock ring and sat back to see what
she was up to. I was sore, tired, and needed to fuck her pussy so
hard to make up for all this weird stuff she was doing.

Betsy came back into the room all smiles with something covered
in a towel. “Show me your ass” she commanded and I did. When she
yanked out the small butt plug out I would have come on the spot if I
had of been hard. “This is going to take a little time,” as she put
the towel on the floor and greased up the giant plug. After a little
stretching and a lot of pain the thing finally went in. It had a
more hollow feel to it that made me think that something was afoot.
“I am going to do something wild and then I want you to fuck my ass
again.” she said as she pushed my face into the pillows. Suddenly I
feel a searing coldness in my ass. From beneath the towel she had
taken a glass of ice water and filled up the hollow butt plug with
it. My cock had never been so hard in my life. I thought I would
pop a vein or something. “What are you waiting for? Fuck my ass!”
So again I grease up and work it in her raw asshole which was still
loose so it took me no time to slide on in. The feeling of the cold
pressure in my ass and the tight pressure around my cock was the
wildest I had ever expierenced. I did not last long and when Betsy
tried to yank the big plug out of my ass I came like crazy. I did
not even know that I had that much left.

After a night of sex I was bushed. I think Betsy was a little
tired too because after that last anal fuck she put up her toys and
went to bed. Even though I was trying to sleep all through-out the
night I would wake to her licking my cock. In the morning I woke up
to a burning ass and no Betsy. I found a note. “Dear AssFucker, I
hope you enjoyed last night. Tonight I will have a friend over and
maybe we can have some more fun, if you got the balls. Signed Betsy
B. Bad.” I don’t know if I will show up, but that will be another
story.

I used the big brass door knockers on the impressive oak front doors.
After a short pause there was a rustling sound from the other side,
someone fumbling with the knob no doubt. As the door mysteriously
pulled back away from me, a grand foyer was slowly revealed. Surprised
that there was no one to greet me, I was a little unsure of what
etiquette dictated under these circumstances. Deciding that the door
had indeed opened for a reason, I hesitantly stepped inside the stately
home.
I detected a light “clinking” sound as the door began to close behind
me as soon as I had cleared it’s path. I hopped back, out of the way. I
couldn’t help but think that something was not right here! It took just
a moment before I discovered the cause for my uneasiness. A burning wave
of adrenalin rolled down my spine as it became apparent what was
powering the mysterious door. I tried to take it all in, to be as
observant as my vocation demanded, but my cognition was disjointed and
slow in coming.
A girl. She was small, about 5′4″, not much more then 100 pounds. In
her early twenties I surmised. She pushed at the door awkwardly with
her back and bottom, walking backwards. Her hands seemingly held the
door latch which appeared to be pressing into the small of her back.
She didn’t even look up at me as she concentrated on carefully shutting
the door. My mind continued to reel as more observations became
apparent. She was blonde, her hair pulled back into a concealed French
braid. I decided she was dressed somewhat distinctively. She wore a
slim beige skirt that just brushed the top of her knees. A dark green
wool sweater with a V-neck snugly hugged her distinctly feminine
features. The outfit seemed to have a uniform-ish quality to it because
a white shirt and a bright red, man’s style necktie peeked out from
under the sweater. Some of the smaller details emerged in the seconds
that it took for her to close the door. Her white shirt had the those
little tabs on the collar, buttoned tightly under her tie knot. These
tabs caused her tie to stand out a bit more prominently and made the
collar form fit snugly around her supple neck. A small brass name plate
was pinned to her sweater, on her left breast. I couldn’t read it at that
moment. The door thumped closed.
My mind had tried to deny the obvious, I was sure that it was playing
tricks on me, as it surly had from the second the door had opened. It
couldn’t be, but as this strange girl looked up into my face and our
eyes met for the first time, there could be no question, no mistake.
Her big blue eyes gleamed up at me, over the tape. White tape, lots of
white tape covered her mouth. She was gagged. Her hands remained behind
her back as she stepped towards me. A thin chain rustled between her
dainty ankles as she approached with an unmistakable high heeled grace.
Suddenly fear took over my senses. Who could have done this to this
poor girl? Were there criminals in the house who had cruelly bound and
gagged this poor waif? Were they, even now, planning unspeakable things
to do to her? I looked back into her eyes. Why didn’t she appear
frightened? She seemed a bit surprised to see me, but her eyes sparkled
with such expression… There was such a unmistakable aura of
friendliness, of welcome, that I was inexplicably at ease once again.
My eyes were drawn back downward to her mouth. Or rather, the tape
covering her mouth. It was made up of four or five pieces of white
adhesive tape that crisscrossed and covered her entire lower face, from
just under her nose to the tip of her chin. Her chin seemed unnaturally
long before I realized that under the tape her mouth was stretched wide
open. Two wide, black leather straps passed around to the back of her
head giving a clue as to the reason for her open mouth. They exited
from underneath the tape where it ended just to the front of her ears.
Feeling stupid for not noticing it before, I realized that there was
writing on the tape. Upon examining it more closely, I discerned it was
written in flowing, feminine script. It said simply:
“Welcome to the Sumpter home. May I take your coat?”
The writing on the tape reminded me of the of the nameplate on this
mysterious girl’s chest, perhaps that could give me a clue. I glanced
down at it. Etched cleanly in the brass in large block letters was:
“Yvette” and under the name, in smaller scroll print: “Slave”
I suppose that it was natural, but my eyes wandered from the name plate
to the sweet line of the breast that it was pined to. These beautiful
breasts stirred ever so slightly on each breath she took, rising and
falling, stretching and pulling the supple wool embrace of her sweater.
I felt my face flush when I realized that my eyes had lingered a moment
too long on one of her more personal attributes. When I glanced up into
those mysterious eyes once again, I was amazed because her expression
indicated a coy pleasure in my admiration, rather then the almost
universal look of disdain that I was accustom to. She looked at me
steadily for a long moment and then leaned forward, pushing her chin
slightly out to me. My first thought was that she wanted to kiss me,
(Silly me… :^) but her eyes turned casually up and away, she was
attempting to make the writing on her lips more evident. It seemed almost
as if she was speaking the words on the tape. As I looked on dumbly she
turned her back to me and bent forward, raising her pinioned wrists to me.
She wore handcuffs.
Now, although I would never have claimed to be an expert at such
things, I had seen handcuffs before. I’d even worn them once or twice
in my rowdier days. The cuffs I had seen were different then the ones
that adorned her dainty wrists. I was accustomed to a chain between the
cuffs. Short, stout, unyielding, but a chain. These cuffs had no chain.
The two cuffs were linked directly at their base by a hinge type of
contrivance. Her wrists were held parallel to each other with only a
slight “V”ish in-out movement possible. Escape seemed impossible.
Indeed, it was impossible.
An amused voice broke the silence. I had no idea Joan Sumpter had
been watching. “She wants to take your coat, you know?” Joan said as she
approached, smiling. “I did say that you should leave your inhibitions
at home. Now didn’t I?” I was on auto-pilot as I shrugged off my coat and
dropped it over the outstretched arms along with my scarf. The girl
turned back around to face me, keeping her arms raised as high as she
could so my coat would not drag on the floor. Her shoulders were back
and her chest out straining the limitations of her sweater. Joan
sauntered up behind the girl and casually put her arm around her
shoulders. As Joan nonchalantly played with the girl’s clothing,
picking imaginary lint from her sweater and casually adjusting the
dimple in her necktie, she began to explain their unique relationship.

To be continued…

Joan explained that she and her husband enjoyed keeping several such
“domestics”. Each from a various backround, the servants came to their
employment with various objectives. Yvette, for example was a student.
She was studying dramatic arts at a nearby collage. The Sumpters
provided her with her tuition, room and board and enough time off every
weekday to attend class. All those benefits in exchange for absolute,
unquestioning, frequently bound’n'gagged servitude the remainder of the
time. Yvette listened patiently to this exposition and when Joan was
done, looked up at me and shrugged her shoulders as if to say “Would
you pass up a deal like that?” Joan chuckled and then continued on
telling me how Yvette ultimately did enjoy all these trappings. Yvette
tossed her head back haughtily and then humphed airily. “Who me?” Joan
said, clarifying Yvette’s little pantomime. Joan leaned forward and gave
Yvette a kiss on the cheek then shooed her off with a swat on the bum
and an order to have herself “fixed up” so she could help serve the
hors d’oeuvres. As Yvette tried to squeeze between us she brushed
against me, her breasts lightly touching my arm. After Yvette departed,
Joan went on to explain that all of her “Helpers” were with her for
different reasons, but, that they all shared their one common interest.
“If you catch my meaning…” she said. It was difficult not to.
I followed Joan down a hallway as she graciously elaborated on what I
was about to observe. She had kept “Pets” as she put it, for many years.
She had always loved being a boss, in total control. Domineering as it
were. Before she had met and fell in love with her husband, she had
assumed that she would go through life like that. Once they were
married she had tried to forget what she had become accustom to, to
deny it. She tried to put it behind her, and concentrate on their 50-50
relationship, but it just didn’t seem to work out. “Besides,” she said
with a smile, “I’m not a very good housekeeper.” So after several
unhappy months she confessed her desires to her husband. At first, she
said, he was reluctant, but grudgingly accepted a trial run. “After a
while, the idea did seem to grow on him.” She said that as she got to
know me she began to get the impression that I might enjoy her little
diversions. As she was trying to think of a way to thank me for all I
had done, it became more and more apparent to her that this would be a
perfect show of thanks. Certainly better then a case of scotch. I just
wasn’t sure I was up to all this…
We entered a large living room. I glanced around at the formal room
and the guests who chatted pleasantly. Two men and a woman were seated
on two couches. Another girl, statuesque and strong stood nearby. As
Joan and I entered the room the tall girl hurried over to us as fast as
her hobbled stride would carry her. This girl wore a maid’s uniform,
stylized to say the least. The frilly trim on the edges of black satin
uniform was a joy to behold. Lace circled the hem of the ballooning
skirt and starched petticoats peeked out from underneath. A gigantic
white apron edged in ruffles ran from her hem to her shoulders but left
exposed the plunging neckline of her dress. The apron was tied in back
with a big stiff bow. The girl’s ample bosom threatened to spill out of
the front of her uniform at any moment. Around her neck was a tight,
stiff, starched white collar and a floppy red bow tie. The back of her
collar seemed to go down under the back of her dress. There was a brass
name-tag pinned on her apron and I read it as she approached. It said:
“BABETTE Slave”
It was then that Joan explained how Babette had been one of her
biggest challenges. Joan turned to reach down onto a nearby coffee
table and picked up a small, aged, photograph in a frame and showed it
to me. The picture was of a biker woman, leather jacket, torn jeans,
boots, the works. Joan explained that Babette had come to her with a
dilemma: she just wasn’t happy with the way her life was going and she
wanted to make a little change. Joan said she had been eager to help
this lost girl, although perhaps the change was a little more drastic
then Babette originally bargained on. “Babette here, hadn’t even worn a
skirt in over 14 years.” Joan said as she carefully placed the photo
back on to the coffee table. “She came in jeans and work boots one day
and was wearing petticoats and 5 inch heels the next.” I glanced down
at the black patent ankle strap pumps that were locked on her feet and
they seemed to be even higher then that! A red rubber ball was wedged
tightly in her mouth secured with a black leather strap. Even that
strap was trimmed with pretty white lace.
Babette offered me an hors d’oeuvre from the odd tray she was
carrying. The tray was attached to two curved bars that were in turn
attached to pivots, one on either hip. These pivots were anchored to a
hard looking belt, buckled around her waist. The two bars continued up
behind her where they came together into a handle of sorts. The handle
just hung in the air at the moment. I took one of the hors d’oeuvres to
be polite and then Joan motioned her away. As Babette turned I was
surprised to see that she had no arms, or rather, her dress had no
armholes or sleeves. After my little meeting with Yvette, I had assumed
that her arms had been tied somehow behind her, but I had been slightly
mistaken. There was a bulge in the back of her dress and it appeared
that her arms were somehow folded behind her and her dress was then
pulled up over her arms to her shoulders. There were lace patches where
there could have been arm holes, but they were only decorative.
Joan graciously offered me a drink, and by this point I really needed
one. So we went up to the bar. My final surprise was there. Clarette. A
buxom little brunette, she was dressed almost identically with Yvette,
the only difference was that she had a blue pullover sweater vest in
place of the long sleeve sweater Yvette wore. Clarette stood at
attention behind the bar as we approached. A light chain was visible
running from an unseen spot behind her up to the ceiling where it was
securely anchored to a metal ring directly above her head. As she
turned to face us, the inscription on her tape covered lips became
apparent: “Your Pleasure?” “Scotch on the rocks.” I replied because I
really wanted it by then. Clarette pivoted on her high heels and
reached awkwardly for a glass. The chain in the ceiling ran to a
leather strap that pinned her elbows together behind her back. A thin
chain ran from one wrist cuff to the other across the front of her
belly With effort, she was able to reach the glass with her fettered
hand and set it in front of me. She carefully filled the glass with ice
as I marveled at her bound dexterity. Finally with a twist of her wrist
the glass filled with scotch. It may have taken a few moments, but it
was well-worth the wait. I quaffed the scotch and put the glass down,
sending Clarette into her gyrations again. I couldn’t help but be
amazed at her grace.
A side door opened and Yvette entered. Someone had attached the same
type of tray that Babette wore to her hips as well as a small white
apron to protect her skirt. A woman walked behind her with her hands on
Yvette’s shoulders “steering” her into the room. Joan motioned Yvette
over to the bar, while the woman joined the others by the couch.
“Another round for our guests.” She informed Yvette. With that,
Clarette began setting out several glasses and started mixing the
beverages. While Joan was busy straightening Yvette’s tie again, (“I
just can’t abide sloppy knots…” she informed me with a little wink.)
I watched Clarette as she went about her business. As she finished each
drink she hung the glass in a wire rack next to the bar. After Joan was
satisfied with Yvette’s presentablity, Yvette went to the wire rack and
guided the tray under the glasses. Although her hands were still
securely cuffed behind her back, she used the handle on the bar behind
her back to act as a counterweight and it helped position her tray to
lift the glasses out of rack. Amazing. Talent, skill, practice?…
Yvette then headed over to the party with a tray load of drinks
carefully avoiding any spills by manipulating the tray handle. She
curtsied to the guests and it was difficult to tell whether or not the
guests were happy to see her because they were thirsty, or whether they
just needed a new bum to pinch.
Joan took a few moments to introduce me around. Lawrence, her husband
was a painter and photographer, A tall man with lanky features and
graying hair. “Call me Larry” He said. George was the dumpy little man
who sat on the couch, He was slightly balding, and to me, didn’t seem
to have very much going for him. When we shook hands he seemed a bit
like a wet fish. The other two women were “Companions” of Joan’s. Rose
was an older woman, one who was probably very attractive one day, but
now she just looked kind of “hard”. She seemed nice enough, however.
Elaine was the other woman. She could have been your next door
neighbor. The one you borrow a cup of sugar from. Nice, but not really
very interesting.
After some small talk, more hors d’oeuvres from Babette’s tray and
another round of drink’s from Yvette’s I was really getting into the
spirit of things. All three “slaves” seemed to be honestly enjoying
their chores, with only Babette getting a bit cantankerous whenever
someone had the audacity to lift her skirt. You almost couldn’t resist
the temptation. Joan excused herself after a while and went behind the
bar and I saw her unclip the chain hanging from the ceiling to Clarette’s
elbow strap. The two girls then disappeared into the kitchen. I began to
become aware that when Yvette was not waiting on anyone, she would
always return to a place at my side. She would stand at attention
there, waiting to be of service. Babette was more retiring, showing the
same discipline, but back away from the group. Although I tried to be
nonchalant, I couldn’t help but glace up at Yvette a couple of times.
She was simply lovely. I thought I caught her eyes snap away from me
each time I looked up, but I could have been mistaken. After a while,
Clarette entered the room. Her hands were switched behind her back and
now, she too, wore a tray and a new tape message: “Dinner is served.”

To be continued…

–

The guests all retired to the dining room and the three servant girls
made a beeline to the kitchen. After we were seated, Joan joined us and
took her place at one end of the table. Her husband was seated at the
other end and the four guests filled in between. Joan rang a small bell
and the parade began. Clarette, Yvette then Babette entered in turn
each carrying a tray load of food. The tape had been removed from both
Yvette’s and Clarette’s mouths betraying the bright red rubber balls
that were strapped in their mouths. I could see Yvette bite down on the
unyielding rubber as she concentrated on her gait to avoid stumbling
on her hobble. The servants hurried back and forth between the kitchen
and the dining room bringing out plates of food. The meal progressed
with the three servants standing at attention against the wall waiting
to be summoned. I learned that it was considered bad form around this
dinner table for any of the guests to pass anything between themselves.
If one guest wished to use the salt for instance, they would request
the use of the condiment whereupon one of the maids would rush forward
to accept it onto her tray. She would then move to the requester and
offer the salt to them. Many times this only required that she turn her
body as the giver was often seated directly beside the receiver.
The meal was delicious, and as it wound down the three girls hustled
back and forth clearing the table. While Babette busied herself in the
kitchen, Clarette appeared with a tray full of brandy glasses to be
distributed among the guests. George took his glass and casually lit a
huge cigar. He leaned back and summoned Yvette. She came and stood
beside him and gazed across the table meeting my eyes. George shook out
his match and asked Joan: “Is it time for desert now?” Yvette jumped
as if she had been struck! Her eyes flew open and she gaped at me
beseechingly. I couldn’t really gather the significance of George’s
comment beyond the innuendo. Except for Yvette’s consternation, I would
have surly thought it was an idle comment. George dropped the spent
match on Yvette’s tray and waved her away. A look of supreme relief swept
Yvette’s beautiful face as she went to dispose of the match. Clarette
took the last tray of plates and followed Yvette into the kitchen. Joan
sighed and looked at her husband. He shrugged and nodded to her. “Oh,
Sometimes I think that is the only reason you come here…” She said.
“…But I suppose it’s O.K.” With that, Rose and Elaine looked at each
other and giggled. Then they got up and went to stand on either side of
the swinging doors to the kitchen. Rose smiled at my obvious look of
confusion and held a finger to her lips. The kitchen doors slowly
opened and Clarette stepped into the room. As the doors closed behind
her, Rose and Elaine stepped up behind the unsuspecting barmaid and
hooked their arms through her handcuffed arms, catching her elbows and
pulling them outward, totally taking the pretty young brunette under
control. Clarette’s shout was no more then a muffled grunt due to the
tight strap and ball in her mouth and she glanced anxiously back and
forth between her grinning attendants. The two women hustled the
squeeling, struggling, but somehow unresisting, girl out of the room
through the other door and no one (Not even me) raised a finger to intercede.
George stood slowly and stretched, rubbing his pot belly. “Same
place?” He asked Joan. She nodded and he casually walked out of the
room. Joan rose and asked me to chat with Larry for a few moments while
she was gone. Larry was the typical self-searching, reserved artist. In
the course of our conversation he confided in me that he had fallen in
love with Joan the moment he had lain eyes on her, those many years
before. What he didn’t understand at the time, was her sexual appetite.
He smiled as he explained with a twinge of pride, It seemed that she is
something of a nymphomaniac. “At first it was great, but I just could never
seem to get any work done…” was his explanation. When she had come to him
and explained about the urges she had hidden for so long, Larry said he was
not very happy with the idea of sharing her with anyone. But he could
not deny his beloved anything. Once he got used to the arrangements, he
admitted, it was rather pleasant having all these pretty girls underfoot.
The slave girls generally keep Joan content and he could finally get some
work done. It was working out quite nicely.
Joan appeared at the doorway and cleared her throat to get our
attention. She asked if I was ready to go, and I figured that I was. I
noticed that she was twirling a short, thin brown leather strap around
her finger. I followed her out to the foyer where I expected my coat
would be waiting for me. Instead I was astonished to see a pretty girl
kneeling on the floor with her back to us. A girl with blonde hair,
tightly French braided. A tight black leather strap was clearly visible
biting at the nape of her neck. Her green sweater hugged her features as
before, and I could see the back of her stiff white collar pinching her
neck. For some unknown reason, I was confident that she reciently had
her necktie adjusted. Her hands fidgeted in the unyielding steel cuffs.
I began to shake. Joan helped her stand, then looped the strap around
Yvette’s elbows and pulled it tight, pinning Yvette’s elbows together.
She snapped a tiny padlock into the buckle. “I like to make things a bit
more complicated whenever I have the opportunity!” She said as she
turned Yvette around to face me. The tape on her lips had been replaced
with some with a new message on it. It was short and crudely to the
point, “Please, Fuck me!” My mouth hung agape and Yvette looked up at
me innocently. I was simply speechless, I didn’t know what to say!
There was a sudden clatter approaching us as the sound of high heels
on hardwood rang down the hall. Babette rounded the corner in a
terrible hurry and almost slammed into us. Joan let go of Yvette and
jumped into Babette’s path with her arms outstretched. Babette stopped
as short as her patent leathers’ would allow. Someone had removed her
maid’s uniform, petticoats and apron. She stood before us now wearing a
bizarre white corset. It was, to use understatement, tight. It laced up
the front, running from Babette’s belly up to a pair of cups that
supported her exposed mammarys. At the bottom, it ended with six garter
straps that held her stockings in place and little else. Her flower was
on display for all to see, framed by the garter straps. The corset ran
from under her breasts, up over the tips of her shoulders and around
her body. Her arms were folded back behind her and under the corset. In
the upper section of the back, the corset extended up to her neck where
it turned into the normal looking, blouse collar she had buttoned
around her neck. This was more then decorative, it also kept the corset
from sliding down so she was unable to work her arms out of their
predicament. Although the knot of her bow tie remained tied, the bow
portion had come loose so she trailed two streamers of red silk behind
her as she tried to evade recapture. Joan deftly cut off her avenue of
escape and herded her into a corner. Babette’s face, flushed with
exertion from her romp showed nothing more then disappointment as Joan
scolded her. “You know the rules! No escaping without permission!”
(What a ridiculous statement!) Babette looked suitably chastised, but
just as feisty as before. Joan re-tied Babette’s bow, then reached into
her hair and grabbed Babette’s ear with a vice-like grip. She turned
back to me and suggested that I take Yvette upstairs and see if I could
find some way to entertain her. She twisted Babette’s ear, forcing her
to bend over at the waist. The gag in her mouth was more then efficient,
diluting her protests down to a stifled mumbling. Yvette and I watched
as Babette stumbled away under Joan’s coaxing. The last thing we saw
was Babette’s bare bum rounding the corner. We were alone.
Yvette contemplated me with her innocent blue eyes. It may sound
silly now, but I was not sure what to do. I could not be sure if she
even knew what was going on. The writing on her lips could have been a
cruel joke on either (or both) of us. Yvette’s seemed amused by my
indecision. I didn’t know whether she understood my conflict, or
whether she just needed it for herself, but when she snuggled in under
my arm and put her head on my shoulder, my indecision disappeared very
quickly. I helped her climb the stairway. The cuffs on her ankles
didn’t really hinder her stride as she stepped up the stairs, but she
began to lean heavily on me. I had never felt as strong as when I
assisted this almost totally helpless girl to do something as simple as
walking up the stairs. She seemed to tire a bit about halfway up the
long curved stairway. My action was completely natural, I didn’t really
give it any thought, It just seemed like the right thing to do so I did
it. I scooped her up into my arms. She gasped as I lifted her and
regarded me with her soulful blue eyes. She shut her eyes, sighed and
snuggled into my arms like a child, to be comforted and protected.
I was happy to oblige.
I turned right at the top of the stairs. There were closed doors, one
on each side of the hall. I picked the door on the left. It wasn’t easy
manipulating the door knob while holding a hundred pound girl in my
arms but the door opened and I gave it a little tap with my foot. The
door opened into a bedroom and an wild scene. There was a bed against
the far wall. It was placed sideways with one side butting up to the
wall. Rose and Elaine were here, having their way with poor Clarette.
Clarette lay on her back on the bed. They had tied her calf’s together
with each ankle pointing at the other leg’s knee. Then they tied her
lower legs to a long thin pole. This was to keep her legs spread as far
as possible at the knees and the pole prevented any chance of her
trying to roll over. A thin cord ran from her bound legs up under her
toward her upper body. It seemed that they had also bound her elbows
together again by the angle that her arms took as they went under her.
Another pole was tied under her upper body extending out away from her
body at her shoulders. Rose and Elaine were both naked, hovering over
the bound figure of Clarette on the bed. They hadn’t bothered to
undress her, they had simply pushed her skirt up around her hips.
Elaine knelt at the foot of the bed, assailing Clarette in a most
intimate way while Rose was in the process of settling in by kneeling
over the bound girl with one knee on each side of her head and then
sitting back onto Clarette’s chest.
Clarette’s head poked out from under Rose and turned in our direction
as we inadvertently entered. Her hair was matted with perspiration and
her face was crimson from exertion. They had replaced the rubber ball
and strap with a metal ring and strap that held her mouth wide open.
Rose glanced in our direction then slid her weight forward and pinched
her thighs around the helpless girl’s head. Clarette’s body squirmed
under the onslaught but her groans did seem to have a content ring to me.

To be continued…

–

We excused ourselves and backed out into the hallway. We went to the
next door and I cautiously opened it, not sure of what we would find.
To my relief it was a vacant bedroom with a big canopied bed with a
matching settee, desk and a dresser and mirror. I gently lowered Yvette
to her feet and she squirmed in her bonds for a moment. Not terribily
hard, she appeared to be testing their security but she didn’t seem to
really want to escape. I sat down at the desk and watched her. She was
glaring cross-eyed at a stray wisp of hair that had pulled out of it’s
braiding and was hanging in front of her eyes. She flicked her head to
the side to try to blow the offending hair out of the way. She rubbed
her nose on her shoulder attempting to move the hair without any luck.
She glanced up at me for a second, and scowled at me in mock
indignation at my unwillingness to help her. She stood in front of me
looking deliciously rumpled, with one hip extended and her right ankle
flopped over off her high heel shoe. I melted and moved the offending
hair.
I was still not sure what my next move should be. Oh, I know what I
*WANTED* it to be! But I would never have been able to live with myself
if I took unfair advantage of this dream. I tried to ask her what she
wanted to do. “Is this what you want?” I asked, hoping for some kind of
response. She looked at me with a befuddled look and shrugged her
shoulders questioningly. “Do you know what’s on the tape?” I asked
motioning to the proposition written on the gag. She gazed at me
uncertainly and then crossed her eyes again in an attempt to see the
writing. She went to the mirror and looked at herself for a moment. The
writing may have been backwards, but it was more then plain. She
blushed intensly for a moment and then turned to me and shrugged her
shoulders again, this time there was a distinct twinkle in her eye. I
smiled, “That really isn’t an answer. Is this really what *You* want to
do?” She nodded. My heart leapt. “Your positive? I mean, If you
don’t…” I asked again, just a little more reassurance… She slowly
meandered over and stood before me, strong, proud, defiant, sincere,
ultimately helpless, unquestionably gorgeous. She leaned down just a
bit and looked me straight in the eye. The answer was emphatic. YES!
It isn’t the easiest thing in the world, making love to a bound and
gagged girl. My first instinct was to untie her. HA! Joan was much too
clever for that, everything locked. The crass message written on the tape
didn’t do justice to this lovely lady so I pealed the tape back off her
mouth. I wanted to kiss her, I had to kiss her! The strap that held the
ball between her lovely lips was locked too. DAMN! I had to settle for
her slender neck and ear lobes. I hugged her to me and wanted to feel the
press of her body as she embraced me back. No way, they had neglected to
give me the keys to her cuffs. The frustration seemed mutual as she
pressed against me with all her strength. My hands sought her body,
caressing, squeezing, fondling. I found her nipples easily, even through
the wool of her sweater. They stood at attention to my touch, beckoning
me to continue. I pushed the sweater up in an attempt to pull it over her
head but with her arms strapped behind her back as they were, I couldn’t
comfortably work it over her head. So her sweater remained where it was,
rolled up under her arms to expose the buttons of her blouse. I made
short work of those. She moaned as my tongue danced over her engorged
nipples. We drifted over to the bed. She sat back and awkwardly slid into
a more comfortable position by pushing down into the bedding with her
pinioned arms. She made room for me and indicated it by straining her
arms around to her side and tapping on the open space with her fingers.
I almost dove on to the bed to join her.
I still desperately wanted to kiss her, when I did try all I could do
was lick and nibble on her lips tasting the invisible residue of
adhesive left from the tape. She panted and groaned as she strained to
push her tongue out from under the ball in an attempt to meet mine. My
hand ran slowly up her nylon sheathed thigh and brushed the hem of her
skirt. From her gyrations on the bed, it had crept high up her leg and
when my fingers lightly brushed under the hem I felt the cool smooth
skin of her thigh and then the lacy trim of her garter. She shuddered
softly, rubbing her knees together, trapping my fingers between her
thighs for a moment. Then, slightly spreading her quivering thighs, she
almost beckoned me to run my fingers higher still. I was delighted to
comply. Imagine my shock as my probing, dancing digits found only
fluffy hair and smooth moist skin at the end of their journey. Nirvana.
Yvette trembled. Her eyes were full of excitement as she strained to
press nearer to me. She rolled up on her hip and pressed her arms
around in front of her as far as they would go with the elbow strap
still pinning them together. Demonstrating amazing dexterity and
flexibility she began undressing me! The buttons fell open slowly. When
I tried to help her, she grunted angrily and pressed on with increasing
determination. If she didn’t want me to help, I figured, I might as
well find something to amuse myself. So my fingers began their quest
again. Stroking, pinching, caressing, I explored her lovely body.
My next inspiration was her hair, I wanted to see her hair. It took
me a few moments, but I finally found the strategic pins and bands that
held her hair in the tight French braid. When it finally fell loose I
was astonished by it’s length. Yvette’s hair fell almost to the center
of her back in it’s wavy blonde fullness. My fingers ran slowly through
it and brushed it back as she concentrated on what she was doing. When
she leaned forward, her hair fell down in front of her and hampered her
vision. With a flick of her head, and an annoyed scowl at me for
complicating her job, she threw her hair back out of her eyes. But it
was only for as long as it took her to go back to her work, before the
blonde wave cascaded into her face once again.
I was naked and Yvette knelt over me with a look of triumph on her
face. I reached to loosen her clothes, to try to make her more
comfortable, but she was not interested as she brushed past my hands
and began running her trammeled tongue over me. Our loveplay continued,
back and forth, coaxing and teasing, squeezing and stroking for some
time. Suddenly Yvette straightened and looked at me with her blue
bedroom eyes, “Pwneess,” she mumbled past the gag. “Mmmmooww!!” she
groaned. “Lefff mnoo Ifff mow!” It was unmistakable to me what she was
saying. It was a request I have never denied. I took hold of her
shoulders and coaxed her to lie back on the bed. She shook her head and
resisted so I let go. Yvette struggled up onto her knees and faced me
attempting to push her knees apart. The tightness of her skirt
prevented this, but only until I could come to her aid. She motioned
with her eyes and I complied, chuckling to myself as I realized that I
was no longer in command. I was being directed, controlled if you will,
by a thoroughly tied and gagged girl. I pushed her skirt up around her
hips and carefully slid my legs between her knees. The chain on her
ankles was just barely long enough so that her ankles could comfortably
rest on either side of my knees. Yvette’s breathing was reduced to
rapid panting as she gazed down, wide-eyed at me.
I coaxed her to rise up and I gently guided her back down. Each sweet
millimeter caused the passion to well up within us both. Yvette’s eyes
grew even larger and her face began to flush. She arched her back until
I could no longer see her face. But I could still see her neck. Her neck
went from pink to red to almost purple. The contrast between the stiff
white of her collar only exaggerated the color. Veins bulged out on her
neck, Every muscle in her body seemed to quiver and her knees squeezed
the breath out of me as she hugged me as tightly as she could, the only
way she could. I began to doubt that I had ever really seen a woman
orgasm before. She climaxed twice more before we were done.
We lay together on the bed for a long time, cuddling. She dozed off
for a while and I watched her. The red ball tucked in her stretched
mouth didn’t seem to disturb her at all, to my amazement. She slept
peacefully enough, but she still looked uncomfortable to me. She had
resisted any of my attempts to help. Her sweater was still bunched up
under her arms. The starched white collar poking out, buttoned tightly,
holding her necktie in place. Her left breast was covered by the green
wool of her sweater, but the right one was exposed. Her shirt was
pushed back behind her and the bottom of her red tie lay down her bare
belly almost to her navel. I cradled her in my arms as she dozed,
oblivious to her condition. She was adorable. I tweaked her nose
gently. Her eyes opened slowly and her eyes smiled up at me. We made
love again.
As we rested, Yvette squirmed around, trying to get a little more
comfortable. A sharp pain scraped my chest and I lurched to prevent it.
Yvette’s name tag had scratched me. I pulled her sweater down and
unpinned the offending object. I held the tag in front of me and
complimented Yvette on what I thought was a very beautiful name. Yvette
started laughing, although at first, for a horrifing moment, I thought
she was choking. She looked at me and shook her head. “It’s not your name?”
I asked, kind of confused. “Naathhne… Mfff nnamm niss Naathhnne…” I
was still confused, I asked: “Your name is Janie?” This suddenly mysterious
woman shook her head with exasperation again. She pushed her hands out where
I could see and moved her finger in an upward movement, then a downward
diagonal movement then a upward movement. She was forming a letter. “M?…
Martha?” I said without thinking. Wrong. She rolled her eyes skyward and
groaned. “N?” I questioned. “Nathne?… Natalie?” She smiled and nodded.
“Oh, Yvette’s an alias eh?” I said. “Natalie, That’s a pretty name as well,
Natalie… She chuckled at my naivete.
My mind was spinning as I reluctantly dressed. I had just redressed
Yvette. It was really a pleasure for me to help, but we didn’t have
much luck getting all her wrinkles out. It seemed that our athletics
had caused her to end up with an awfully rumpled uniform. I could not
take my eyes off this wonderful, delightful, mysterious, sexy, creature
as she sat patiently waiting for me. It was with a great reluctance
that we left our little world and went back down stairs.

To be completed…

–

George and Larry were no longer in the living room but everyone else
was. As we entered, Rose and Elaine got up from the couch and came up
to us. They looked Natalie up and down and shook their heads in a
scolding fashion. Natalie looked up at me again and shrugged, then Rose
crooked her finger in the direction of the back corner of the room and
then Yvette submissively followed the women’s orders. I glanced at the
opposite corner where the other two girls were being entertained.
Babette stood at attention in the corner. She still had the same corset
restraint she had worn earlier, but they somehow had been unable to
locate her uniform. For modesty, they had added a pair of tiny red
panties. They needn’t really have bothered. A big piece of white tape
covered her lips and a thin chain ran from the back of her corset to a
bracket that hung out from the wall. The chain was taught and prevented
her from even hoping to sit down. Her ankles were tightly bound with
rope. Just to her right was Clarette, seated on a straight back chair.
Thin white cord wound across her chest, one series of turns went above
her breasts and the second went underneath. The cord was also run around
her knees and in her mouth seemed to be the same ring thing I had seen
earlier. Added to this contraption now was a plug that fit through the
ring and had two industrial snaps, one on each cheek. Either way, she
wasn’t going to be talking much. Joan had just finished tying Clarette’s
ankles to the left chair leg, then she tightened and adjusted Clarette’s
necktie. There was a second chair with several coils of rope on the seat
to Babette’s left. A 35mm camera mounted on a tripod waited, centered on
the two girls, waiting to be put to use in this family portrait.
I glanced over to where Rose and Elaine had taken Natalie. Yvette
knelt before the two women while Rose brushed the submissive girl’s hair
and Elaine primped her clothes. When Rose had finished she pulled back
the tufts of hair that framed Natalie’s face and pined them back onto the
top of her head with a big red hair bow. Finished, they marched her over
to the chair and began substituting the rope for her steel and leather
restraints. After they tightly bound Yvette’s arms behind her again and
removed the cuffs, they coaxed her into the chair and used the rest of
the rope to secure her identically with Clarette, a couple of bookends.
Joan approached Yvette and went behind her and began fishing through
her hair. When I saw the key, I hurried over. Natalie winced as the
familiar red ball popped from her mouth. She worked her jaw for a
moment then looked up at me and smiled, a deep, warm, beautiful smile.
The kind of smile that simply beamed. “Hi?” she said in a raspy little
voice. I leaned forward and kissed her, deeply, longingly. It was
better then I had even imagined. Joan cleared her throat once and I
ignored her. I didn’t want this moment to end. She did it again.
Natalie’s kiss became more intense, more frantic. Joan cleared her throat
a third time, this time with more authority. I reluctantly backed off.
Natalie remained in place, straining forward against the rope that held
her in the chair. Her eyes were closed and her lips remained pursed. Rose
snapped her fingers and Natalie opened her eyes. Elaine held a big wad of
cotton in her hand and Rose motioned to the bound girl to open her mouth.
Natalie looked at me and then sighed, “I guess this is good-bye too…” she
said solemnly, tears welling in her eyes. Then Yvette obediently opened
her mouth and allowed it to be packed full of cotton. A wide rubber strap
made sure that Yvette had nothing else to say.
Joan led me to the door and provided my coat and scarf. She wished me
well and opened the door. I tried to argue, I wanted only to stay. I
could not leave without Natalie. That was not the deal I was told. There
would be no reprieve. The door shut behind me. It was raining, a light
cold mist stung at my eyes, mingling with my own emotions. As I got to
my car there was a flash from a flashbulb in the living room, then
another and another. I drove away.
A week went by, My thoughts were constantly clouded by the vision of
a mysterious blonde girl, one who could capture my imagination and hold
it forever. My calls had gone unreturned. I sat in my apartment alone.
Longing for just a glimpse of the girl who had won my heart in the
briefest of encounters. I remembered her scent, her voice, “Good-bye”
was all it said. I buried my face in my hands. There was a soft knock on
my door, I was angry. I didn’t need any salesmen right then. There was
another knock. I went to the door and pulled it open. Joan Sumpter stood
on the other side of my door. Behind her was a pair of wide blue eyes
peeking over her shoulder. I could feel my mouth drop open in disbelief.
Joan smiled, then stepped aside. The girl who stood behind her wore a
hooded cape. There was a big piece of white tape on her mouth. There was
no message. “We gave it some thought…” Joan began, indicating Natalie,
“… We decided that you might enjoy having a maid of your own for a
while.” She said as she placed a small suitcase at my feet. It rattled
with the sound of metal. I heard what Joan said, but I could not respond.
Joan guided Natalie gently towards me and turned and started down the hall.
“If you get tired of her, just let me know, and I’ll be happy to take her
back…” she said. I heard her whistling a show tune as she disappeared
around the corner. Her voice waifted down the hall. “Matchmaker Matchmaker,
Make me a match…” Tire of Natalie? That was impossible.
What began as passion grew into love, true love. Natalie and I were married
6 months later…

Now I’m aware that this story seems a bit far fetched. In fact, even *I*
have a hard time believing that anyone could be this lucky and in all
honesty, I never question anyone who would doubt it’s authenticity. All I
can say in closing is:

If this Tale I have just conveyed is *NOT* the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing, but the truth… Ahhh, well…, Then…, *Sigh*…
It ought to be…

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.”

So she leaves around 5:00, and I don’t decide to go back to Nice until
7:30. On vacation, my parents let me come home by 9:30, without asking any
questions, but I feel sort of lonely without my friend, and the guys are no
fun, so I decide to go back early.
I put on a short robe over my bathing suit and take my beach bag and
go up to the road and start hitching. Usually you don’t have to wait at all,
but today I avoid cars with single men or groups of men in them. I think it’s
better to get a ride with a couple. It takes longer this way. About 10 cars
with couples pass me by, with my thumb out. After about 10 minutes a gray car
stops, a brand I don’t know (Now I know it was a volvo).
“Where are you going?” the woman asks.
“To Nice, Madame.”
“Good. We are going there ourselves. You may get in.”
She leans over to open the back door, and I get in the car and sit in the
back seat, which is very comfortable.
“Thank you”, I say.
Polite. Always be polite, no?
The man and the woman say “bonjour,” and the car moves off.

Sitting on the right, I can see the man’s profile: he looks about 40 years
old, with very gray hair, but lots of it. He is very tan, and fairly handsome.
When he says “bonjour,” I find his voice beautiful. Not that it’s important,
whether he’s handsome or ugly, but I like to travel with nice people. He is
wearing a white shirt.
Changing sides, I look at the woman: she would be about 30 years old, with
fine features and blond hair, cut short. She has large eyes, which I think are
blue, although I can’t see them very well. She is wearing a blue blouse with
buttons on the back. She turns around:
“What do you think of us?”
“Uhhh…”
“Ha! Well, you know, the mirror works both ways. So what do you think of
us?”
She says this with a big smile. She has beautiful white teeth. There is a
very slight gap between her two front teeth. I see that her eyes really are
blue. A touch of irony passes over her face as she looks at me.
“Do you think we make a nice couple?”
“Uhhh…”
I feel a little stupid. I don’t know what to say to this kind of question.
Do they make a nice couple? Yes, you could say that. But I haven’t really
thought about it. I was looking at them because I didn’t have anything else
to do. I knew the route by heart, and there was no more countryside to
discover.
“Since you are not saying anything, may I say that I find you rather
attractive? Wouldn’t you say so, Henri?” The eyes of the man appear in the
mirror, studying me. I see his face in the mirror too. He has a certain
virility, with some gentleness to his features. Now that she asks the question,
I would say that I find both of them very nice.
“Very, very attractive,” the man says.
“Well, I think you are both nice. And you’re not bad as a couple.”
“Not bad. You hear that, Henri? But we are a perfect couple. More than
perfect, even. We have the same tastes, the same needs, and the same desires,
at the same exact moments.”

Somewhat impudently, without really being aware of what I am saying, I say:
“And at this exact moment, what do you both want?”
The man and the woman exchange a look, then a small smile.
“Well, if you had asked that question just before we met you, we would have
said that we wanted to go back to our place, and change, before going out to
dinner,” the woman says.
“And now,” the man adds, “we want you.”
This sudden “attack” takes my breath away. I am a little shy, and after
hearing this, I am speechless and a little uncomfortable. And what does that
mean, that a couple “wants me.” At 15, I’m having a hard time imagining what
three people could do. To tell the truth, I’ve never imagined this sort of
thing at all, and the brusque revelation of such a possibility makes me
uncomfortable and attracts me at the same time.
“What do you think of that?” the woman asks, still turned toward me.
“Nothing. I don’t know… What does that mean: you want me?”
“That means,” the man said, “that we would like to have you near us, in our
bedroom, and that we would like to kiss you, and caress you, and a thousand
other things. Both of us. At the same time.”
“What do you think of that?” the woman asks again.
I can’t think of anything to say. The idea appeals to me, but I don’t dare
answer, somehow. Are they making fun of me? Did they say this for a laugh?
Are they pulling my leg? But they look serious, even with their smiles.
“My parents expect me home by 9:30.”
“Good. It is 7:25 now. Here is what I suggest: when we get to Nice, you
come to our place and have a drink. We will take off your clothes and try to
bring you some pleasure, but you can stop or leave whenever you want. We give
you our word of honor, my husband and I.”
So they are married. But they don’t wear rings. Should I go with them?
Honestly, I want to. The idea excites me, and I am proud that they find me
beautiful in this way. If I go with them, it seems to me that I will be
entering the world of adults, for good, and I want that.

“I would like that very much.”
“Very good,” says the woman. “Have you already been with a couple?”
“No.”
“This is the first time? Really?”
“Yes.”
“And have you already been with a man?”
“Yes, a little.”
“You aren’t a virgin?”
“No… Last year, a boy and I…”
“Brava. And did you do it again, often?”
“No, but I have made love many times since then.”
I don’t want them to take me for a girl who doesn’t know what to do.
“Well! Good. But you say that you did not do it again, but…?”
“I didn’t do it with a boy; I did it with girls. I do that often.”
“Oh. You have girlfriends,” the man says.
“Yes, of course.
I say this in a very liberated and mature way.
“That’s very good,” the woman says. “But how old are you?”
“16.” (I grew a year. 16 is better than 15, I think.)
“Do you have a lot of girlfriends?”
“Three or four. But here, I only have one. In Paris I have four of them.”
“So you are a little bit bored here, maybe. Or perhaps, to compensate, you
caress yourself sometimes?”
“Oh… even in Paris, I masturbate often.”
They look at each other again. This time they seem to be thinking about
their good luck. It’s true. I know girls in Paris. I’ve picked them up and
they’ve picked me up. Girls do have these feelings, you know.
“Well, we will try to give you as much pleasure as you find with yourself
or your friends.”

I don’t answer, but this will be difficult for them. When I masturbate or
lick my girlfriends in Paris, or even in Nice with Martine, it seems to me
that I could not have more pleasure. But OK, if they want to try… Little by
little, the idea of being with them excites me, and I’m sure that I’m getting
a little wet. I would like to check with my finger, but I don’t dare.
“OK, Henri?”
“Very good, cherie, very good.”
I see the woman’s arm move toward the man’s legs. The seatback keeps me
from seeing more, but I think she must be caressing him through his pants.
“We are here. We live at the end of this street.”
She turns around to say this, but her left arm is still close to her
husband, and I see it move a little.
I would like to see what she’s doing, but I will never know exactly,
because we arrive and get out of the car.
She says they rented an apartment in this building–a very beautiful, de
luxe sort of building–on the seventh floor, with a balcony and a view of the
sea, as one must.

I am between them in the elevator. The man is not very tall. About 5′ 6″
He is closer to 45 than 40, but he’s still very thin. The woman is about his
height in her flat heels, and she seems to be about 28. Her chest seems large
to me, as do her buttocks. Slender, with long fine legs. We leave the elevator,
and she walks ahead of us down the corridor to unlock the apartment.
“You will come back, I hope,” the woman says, “but since I know you have
little time today, I won’t give you a grand tour of the apartment. You should
see the balcony. The view is really superb. Suppose we have our drink in the
bedroom. Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“It’s over here,” the man says, taking my hand.
“I’ll be back with something to drink,” the woman says. “Do you like scotch?”
“Yes…” (I’ve never tasted it.)
The man and I go into the bedroom. It is beautiful. Paintings hanging on
pale, bright walls. A thick carpet on the floor and a canopy bed that I would
like to own. On the bed, an enormous white fur that must be nice to snuggle up
in. A little table, several chairs, and a mirror on the wall, facing the bed.

“Do you like it?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful.”
“Well, that’s nice. It is important to feel good where you are, no?”
“Well, a glass for everyone. What is your name, by the way?” the woman says
as she comes in.
“Lauren.”
“That’s very pretty. Well, Lauren, let’s drink to our meeting and free
women like you.”
I drink. A swallow. It burns. I cough.
“We have something else if that’s too strong… You needn’t drink that.”
I am grateful the man says this. With a look of thanks, I put my glass on
the little table. I’ve had enough. It’s clear they are thinking of something
other than drinking. Me too.

But suddenly I’m a little afraid. This is a very special situation, and
it’s the first time for me. In any case, they promised that if I would like to
leave, I can. This reassures me some.
“Come sit down near me, on the bed,” the woman says.
She is already sitting there. I go over and sit near her. The fur on the
bed is very soft.
The man remains standing, for the moment, looking at us.
The woman puts an arm around my shoulders and, with no preliminaries, puts
her lips on mine. Her tongue opens my mouth slightly and moves around inside,
lightly. This kiss affects me very strongly. She pulls me back, gently, and
we tip over onto the bed. She is lightly covering me.
“Take off your top of your bathing suit,” she breathes in my ear.
Yes… I want to take it off. She kisses well. Her lips are soft and warm.
I arch my back a little and move my hands under my back and unbutton the
top. Immediately, the woman unbuttons the top of my robe with her right hand
(her left is still resting on my neck) still kissing me. She lifts up the top
of my bathing suit, which ends up near my chin, and takes one of my breasts in
her hand. She pinches the nipple between two fingers and then takes it all in
her hand, sometimes caressing it softly and sometimes squeezing it hard. Soon
she abandons this breast and takes the other, continuing to caress me; one,
then the other, still kissing me. I feel wonderful. Very fine… For the
moment, I don’t want to leave… I have almost forgotten the man, when I feel
two hands taking off the bottom of my bathing suit. I am in a wonderful place,
and I raise my hips to let the bathing suit slide off completely. Straightening
my head a little, I see the man. He is completely nude, and I cannot take my
eyes off his sex: long, very long, not too thick. Much more beautiful than my
boyfriend’s. He becomes aware that I am looking at him.
“Does this please you?”
I cannot answer, since the woman is still kissing me, but my eyes must have
answered for me: “Yes, this pleases me, a magnificent penis, which should
know how to bring me great pleasure.”
I’m not afraid at all. I feel fine.

I let myself fall back completely. I close my eyes and try to taste my
feelings and sensations as much as I can.
The woman is still caressing my chest, and doing it very well.
Now the man passes his arms under my thighs and holds them rather firmly,
and, delightfully, I feel his mouth on my vagina. I am very wet, and his tongue
travels in, and sometimes makes very quick movements inside, tapping. No girl
or guy has ever done this to me before. The end of his tongue taps inside me and
turns a little, this way and that. A fabulous sensation. I will come quickly
if this continues.

The woman ends her kiss, and now she takes my breasts in her mouth. She
blows on one nipple and flicks it with her tongue, deliciously. My God, how
wonderful. I have never known this. Now the man takes my clitoris between his
lips and inhales it into his mouth, and his tongue slips and turns and licks
me. He does this so well. I feel I am going to come. The woman has one of my
breasts in her mouth, and she is caressing the other with her hand. The man
is licking me faster and faster. I no longer know where I am! I am in a place
where everything is beautiful, magnificent. I scream involuntarily, very
loud. I am aware of my body flailing and snapping when I come. I fall back,
panting, not moving.
How can one have so much pleasure? All that I’ve known till now is nothing
close to this… Thank you for giving me this enormous pleasure.

“So it was good?” the woman asks.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes…”
“She is a passionate one,” the man says. “And she likes oral sex, I would
say.”
“Lie back now, Lauren. That was just an hors-d’oeuvre.”
“Perhaps she would like to go home now,” the man says, smiling.
“Oh… no… I say. I don’t ever want to go home.”
“You are a marvelous girl, Lauren,” the woman says.
“What is your name?”
“Marie-Laure. Do you like it?”
“Yes, it’s pretty, Marie-Laure. Gentle, like you.”
“You can watch us while you recuperate a bit, OK?”
I stretch out comfortably on the bed, my back against the headboard, and
look at the mirror across from me: a very happy girl.
“Would you like to take off all your clothes like us?” the man says.
I look at the woman. With a move of her hand she has undressed. What a
body! This is a real woman. A magnificent chest and a stomach that is almost
completely flat. She has red hair on her vagina, and she turns, letting me
admire her very beautiful derriere: two hemispheres with an extraordinary
graceful outline. I have an irresistable urge to touch them.
They are both standing up, near each other, and they really do make a
beautiful couple, physically. The man is still hard. I admire his sex.
I undress completely, as they suggested, and lie down on the bed again,
letting them look at me.

“You have a very beautiful body, Lauren,” the woman says.
“Oh, no, next to yours…”
“We are differently made, but believe me, you have a body that will please
many men.”
“Men! I make fun of them.”
“Really?” says the man.
“You are different.”
“You are beautiful. Open your eyes, Lauren.”
“OK…”
Don’t worry, I’m not going to close them, I think. They are standing
between the bed and the mirror, near the left column of the bed. I can see
their backs in the mirror.
The woman gets down on her knees between the man’s legs, and she does
something that I have never seen or done myself: she takes his penis in her
mouth. This is called “sucking,” I know, and I feel a certain strange awe,
watching.
His penis disappears entirely into her mouth sometimes, then comes out
halfway, then disappears again. Her hand holds it at the base. Sometimes she
takes it out and licks it all over with her tongue, sometimes lengthwise,
sometimes all around. He is very hard.
She puts his penis back in her mouth and sucks hard. She seems to like this
a lot! Is it that good?
My silent question seems to have been heard:
“Would you like to do this yourself?” the woman says.
“I have never done it.”
“So much the better. Come over here. Lie on the bed, on your stomach, so
your mouth will be near my husband.”
I go over. The man is near the bed, and the his sex is about the same
height as the bed. I move over on my hands and knees, and lie with my head near
the man.

“Here is what to do,” he says.
“The most important thing is not to touch my penis with your teeth.”
“Pretend you are licking some ce cream on a stick,” the woman says.
“OK”
“Don’t bite the stick,” the man says, and smiles.
“Put your mouth around me, and lick me as much as possible with your
tongue, all over. You can breathe, suck, lick, whatever you want. If you are
gifted this way, you will sort of know what to do..”
I am very excited, but somewhat hesitant. I move my face nearer his penis.
Inches from my eyes. It is red, somewhat crimson at the end. It pulses
perceptibly. Beautiful.
“Are you afraid?” the woman says.
No, I’m not afraid. You will see. I open my mouth wide and gulp it in, and
close my lips on it. It fills my whole mouth, warm and vibrant. Alive.
I do what I saw the woman do, moving my face backward and forward, letting his
penis almost leave my mouth and moving my mouth back around it again. This is
strange, but I like it. I get more used to it, and I am very happy to taste
and feel this living penis with my tongue and lips. I move it all the way to
the back of my mouth and begin to lick it all over with my tongue, holding
it fairly strongly with my lips.
“Formidable! You have a marvelous tongue,” the man says.
“Hold his penis with your hands, too,” his wife advises.
My mouth is too small to take it all in, and I hold the part that is still
outside fairly firmly with my hand, moving it in and out of my mouth. Then
I remember the other part, and take it out and lick it from bottom to top,
and go around it with my tongue. His pubic hair is brown and coarse. It rubs
my face. I rub his penis on my cheeks and kiss him here and there. I touch his
testicles carefully. There is less hair near his navel, which I touch with my
tongue. I put his penis back in my mouth and close my eyes.
I prefer to have it in my mouth. I suck more strongly and lick and lick and
purse my cheeks and move back and forth. How nice. I have found something
wonderful.. I will want to do this again, often.

“Stop,” The man says.
I stop, surprised.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
“Oh, no. But I was about to come, and I don’t want to do that now.”
“Really, you liked it?”
“Yes. You have a marvelous talent.”
Marvelous talent. Marvelous tongue. Lots of girls have told me that, but
never a man. I am proud. I want to be a complete woman, sexually, as soon as
possible.
“Let’s go to the end of the bed,” the woman says, “we have only begun.”
She says this as she gently touches my face.
I like both of them…

She leans forward with her back to him, and puts her elbows on the bed. I
see her lovely buttocks in the mirror, fuller than mine, not as hard. As she
leans forward, I see her tan back and the bumps of her spine and the way her
ass begins. Splendid. Her legs are slightly apart, and I see her blond pubic
hair in the mirror. She puts her head on her arms; her breasts touch the fur.
The man moves behind her and puts his penis in her vagina. He enters slowly,
with no apparent effort, and when he is well inside her, he takes hold of her
hips and holds her to him very firmly. He doesn’t move forward and backward,
but in a circular way, with his hips. I imagine that this way his penis
touches every part of her inside. I see him begin to caress her in front,
too, with his finger.
“Ohhh…”
The woman is making little noises, sort of cries, as he does this, which
stop sometimes, when the man thrusts his hips forward suddenly. Then she cries
out more intensely, in a satisfied way.
Her large eyes are half closed, but then she looks at me and says:
“Caress yourself, Lauren. I want to see your fingers between your thighs,
while my husband makes love to me. Pretend you are in bed, at night.”
Good idea. No need to ask twice. With a certain feeling of exhibitionism, I
move over to her and open my thighs as wide as I can and begin to masturbate
carefully.
The man caresses the woman more quickly, with his middle finger, rubbing
all over her clitoris. He thrusts with his hips more often, shaking the bed.
“Caress youself well,” the woman says, “Oh. I am going to come. Stonger,
deeper, cheri. Go, go. Caress yourself, Lauren, I’m coming…”
Now the man moves backward and forward in her with a steady rhythm, fairly
quickly, and his caressing finger is electrified. Her eyes turn up. I stop
masturbating and watch, captivated, until the woman collapses on her stomach
on the bed, her feet on the ground,” the man still inside her, his hand between
the bedspread and her stomach.
Very delicately, he takes away his hand and slowly removes his penis. The
woman does not move; her head rests on her left arm. The man is still hard,
and glistens with her liquid. That’s good. He has not come. I hope a lot more
will happen tonight.

“Since you seem to like licking me, would you like to do that some more?”
“Yes, very much.”
I start to get up.
“No, no. Don’t move.”
I stay as I am, half sitting up, my head leaning lightly against the head-
board. The man gets up on the bed and walks over to stand above me, with one
foot on each side of me. His penis is nice to look at that way. Then he kneels
down, with his knees on each side of my breasts and his penis about an inch
from my mouth. He puts one arm behind my head and moves it forward until my
lips are touching his sex. I open my mouth, and he moves his hips forward and
puts it in. Now he is holding my head with both hands, and I am immobilized.
“Don’t move. Just open your mouth and lick my penis when it is in your
mouth.”
The man begins to move forward and backward in my mouth. Exactly as if it
were my vagina, going deep in my throat sometimes. I move my tongue all over,
licking his penis and sucking him hard.
“What a mouth you have. A palace,” he says.
He moves in and out more rapidly. His penis becomes very large, and I have
to open my jaws wide. I have a lot in my mouth, but this is nice.
“Do you want to come like this?” his wife asks.
“No, no. But you know, this kid is fabulous.”
He continues to go in and out, and I continue to make a sex for him with my
mouth. I breathe as much as I can, each time he withdraws. He slows down.
I close my eyes and feel. A miracle in my mouth. Warm, wonderful darkness
and silence. He moves in and out, sometimes slower, sometimes faster, for a
long time. I don’t know how long. I have stopped thinking. I can only feel.
With my mouth. His wonderful, moving, warm penis. The slow rhythm reminds
me of sailboats with large white wings. I cry. He caresses my face. I love
him. I cry some more. I am so happy. After some time, he stops. I look up.
His eyes are closed, and he is totally still. I move my head to take him in
deeper again, but his wife says:
“No. Not yet. The sightest movement…”
The man opens his eyes and relaxes.
“You are marvelous, Lauren.”
“Well, cheri, perhaps you would leave Lauren to me while you calm down.
Would you like that Lauren?”
“Yes. Very much.” (What a question!)
“OK,” the man says, and he gets off the bed and goes to sit in an armchair,
where he can see everything. His penis is still very hard.

The woman lies down with her head near my thighs.
69. I do it often with my girlfriends, and I like it a lot. Now I can show
them what I know…
She takes me by the hips and swings me on top of her, very quickly. She is
bigger than I am. She takes a pillow and puts it under her buttocks and puts
her knees up in the air, around my body, and we are nose to sex.
“You’ve already done this, I guess.”
“Of course.”
I feel perfectly at ease with them now, and I talk frankly, with no fear.
“Have you ever tried anal intercourse?” the man says.
“No.”
“Would you like to?” his wife says.
“No. I think it would hurt.”
“Not really,” she says. “And many women have stronger climaxes that way.
Perhaps you are one of them.”
They are marvelous temptors. The idea never really occured to me, but now
that they mention it…
“Well, why don’t you get busy instead of talking,” the man said from the
armchair, where he was gently masturbating.
I get a little crazy. Some things do that to me. I used to ask my boyfriend
to masturbate often, because it excited me a lot. Seeing the man caress his
penis while doing this with his wife is very exciting for me.
The woman puts her tongue in my vagina and moves it around and licks me
very well. Her lips and nose are delightful. She touches me sometimes with her
fingers. I stop watching the man, and put my face between her thighs. She has
a slight odor, different from my girlfriends’, which exites me more.
My mouth and nose and chin are surrounded by hair, which covers her sex
completely. I have to use my fingers, and then, there, a very long clitoris
that guards the cave where I will drink from the sweetest of springs…

We play in these springs, very seriously. And laugh. I don’t know how many
times, or how long. My orgasm is continuous, as is hers, I know, as she
writhes under me. We go crazy. I move my fingers around in her vagina as I
caress her clitoris with my tongue. I feel the shocks of her orgasms with her
clitoris in my mouth. She puts her finger into my anus, a delicious surprise,
and I hold it tight as it moves all around in me, throwing my senses
off-balance. I do the same, leaving three fingers of my other hand in her
vagina. I have never done this to anyone. You can’t think of everything.
I am surprised: once past the entrance, I can move it very freely inside. I
try to do everything I can with it, in this new world.
Her clitoris is still in my mouth and she moves continuously under me,
tasting me constantly, sucking and licking and rubbing and doing things that
feel new to me. She caresses my derriere as I come. And holds me gently, and
pulls me this way and that, and sometimes holds me very firmly with her arms
and legs when I come, which intensifies my climax, as I struggle to thrash
out, without being able to move. I am dimly aware of the weight of the man as
he gets on the bed. The woman takes her finger out of my anus and puts two
fingers in my vagina, moving them rapidly. This excites me even more, taking
me farther away from the world. I continue to work away with my hands and my
mouth.

I feel the man’s hand spreading my buttocks. Why? I want them both to do
whatever they want with me. I belong to them…
Now his tongue licks my anus, which feels very sweet, a new kind of
pleasure. He points his tongue and tries to enter me there. And she licks me,
and moves her fingers inside me, and I do the same. And I have a tongue in my
anus, and my finger in the woman’s. Mmmmm. I hope this this never ends.
Then the man’s tongue leaves and soon I feel his body, pressing against me.
He pushes his hard and warm penis between my buttocks. I want him to put it
in my vagina. Enter me. I nibble the woman’s clitoris and move my fingers in
her vagina and move my finger in her anus more and more. She sucks in my
clitoris and licks it quickly and continuously. I have never felt higher.
I feel the man’s hand join hers near my vagina, but it does not stay there.
He seems to be wetting his fingers. Take me, soon. I lick frantically now. I
want him inside me. I need him inside me. She had him before, but I haven’t had
him yet. Fuck me!
There. He is moving over me. I think he is taking his sex in his hand,
and… but no, he puts a finger in my anus. He puts it in and takes it out,
several times. Not bad, but it’s not enough for me now. Fuck me. Put your penis
in me. Why doesn’t he understand? And then I realize what he is going to do: my
anus, not my vagina. I am still a virgin there, but not for long. I am so
excited that I feel no fear at all. I want him to take me, there or anywhere
else. The woman said that sometimes the climax is stronger there… Well.
Yes, I feel his penis touching my anus, and I feel the end begin to go in.
Go quickly. I can’t wait.
He presses harder and harder. I don’t feel any pain. His sex is perfectly
lubricated and seems to slide in by itself. Really, I feel no pain, no
tearing. Now I am complete, sexually. The man goes in very cautiously, and
soon I feel his pelvis and pubic hair touching my buttocks.