I had always dreamed of the things that could happen in the
company men’s room but today the dreams were going to be more
real than I could ever imagine.

As I walked through the door I could hear a slight moaning sound
coming from the oversized handi-capped stall at the end. At
first I thought it must have been someone who had a worse weekend
than I had. I walked over to use the urinal and after unzipping
my fly and grasping hold of my rod, it happened. Something in my
mind told me that the sound I had heard wasn’t a painful moaning
but a moaning that comes from shear erotic pleasure. Just then,
I heard it again. This time it was even more distinct than the
first time. Again it happened. By now I was more curious than a
weasel outside a chicken coop. I just had to investigate.

She was wearing a sharp black dress with silver accents. Her very
shapely legs were covered in tan stockings, which were held up by garters
at the top of them. Kelly always enjoyed wearing stockings like these,
especially since during the last two years her boss Martin has had her on her
back in the office more than once. She enjoyed a good midday fuck, and always
dressed to make it easier. She completed the outfit with 4″ black pumps and
a black body briefer underneath.

Kelly finished her computer work, put on her coat, and headed for the
door. “At last”, she said to herself, “home to relax and unwind”. What
she meant was home to play with herself.

She reached her apartment, and proceeded to enter it. As she walked in,
she noticed all the lights were out. As she fumbled around in the dark, she
felt a strong hand grab her from behind and cover her mouth. After a few
moments of struggling, she passed out.

The next time she woke up, she found herself chained by her neck to
a wall. Both of her ankles were tied together, and she had a ball gag in
her mouth.

Looking around the room, she could only wonder in silence what had
happened to her. She soon would know as two men entered the room.

“The dealer was right” she heard one of the men say while the other
came over to her and fondled her tits. Kelly tried to pull away, and was
smacked across her mouth for her trouble.

“Stupid bitch” is what she heard from a familiar voice. “You always
did want things when you wanted them, now, you are going somewhere and
will do anything and everything you are told!”.

Standing in front of her was her boss and lover Martin. She tried to
get close to him, but he just pushed her away and smacked her face. He then
pulled her by her hair across the room to the feet of the two men.

“Have her cleaned up and ready for auction tonight!” she heard him
say. Martin looked down at her and smiled. “I am going to sell you pretty
young body bitch”. “Hopefully, someone will buy you for your pussy,
otherwise, you will be working like a common slave”. He laughed as tears
rolled down Kelly’s face.

Kelly found herself being stripped and washed by two other women who
were playing with her as they prepared her. Each time she resisted one of
their actions, she was whipped across her ass. She finally just stood there
and let them work on her.

She was now dressed in a black bra with small black panties. Around her
waist was a gold chain with her name engraved on it. She was also wearing
her familiar black stockings. Her ankles and wrists were chained together,
and she was wearing four inch spiked heels. Her hair was teased up high, and
she was very made up.

Martin came into the room and eyed her. He walked over to her, and placed
a collar and leash around her neck. “Now we will see what you are worth”. He
lead her out of the room and down the hall to a room where several men & women
were waiting.

She saw other young girls like herself there, many of them already bought.
She saw two girls that could not have been older than twenty chained together.
It appeared they were bought by an older man who wanted young pussy. All of
the girls were dressed like herself.

Slowly each girl was brought around the room by their leashes, and were
grabbed and pawed by the potential buyers. Most were men, some were women,
and it looked like they were from all over the world. Kelly tried to resist
the buyers advances, and was hit each time she tried. She just closed her
eyes and hoped it was a dream. Her hopes were shattered with the words,

“Let the bidding begin !”

——–Kelly Captured——- (2)

Bids were coming from all sides of the room. $10,000, $15,000
$25,000, figures flying back and forth, girls being examined, taken
away, humilated, their spirits broken.

There was on the side of the room a well dressed, middle aged
couple. Earlier, they had been looking Kelly and another girl over.
Before the level of bidding got any higher, they jumped in and offered
$40,000 for Kelly and a young girl named Lea.

“Is there any other bids for these beauties” the auction master
shouted. “Going once, twice, sold!” Kelly fell to the floor in tears.

The pair was brought over to their new owners. The wife ran her
hands up and down Lea’s body, while the husband was admiring Kelly,
but did not touch her. They paid for them, put chains around their
ankles and necks, and led them away to a waiting limo.

Kelly and Lea were put into the limo, Kelly with the man and Lea with
the wife. It was a large limo, so husband and wife had slides to
separate each others activities. Her hands were chained behind her to
the side of the door.

The man slipped his fingers underneath her black bra, and massaged
her nipples until they were rock hard. Another hand rubbed her pussy
thru the small black panties she was forced to wear. Kelly pleaded with
him to stop, to tell her where she was going and why.

“Please, please let me go, please don’t touch me.”

“We have to do something to calm you down and shut you up.” he said.
With that, he started removing his pants and shorts. Kelly had a look of
horror on her face. He stroked his cock, making it stiff. He took his hand
and placed it on the back of Kelly’s head, and pulled her mouth close to
his cock.

Kelly was not exactly a prude, but she NEVER gave any of the men in
her life head, not even Martin. She always thought it was disgusting,
and could not imagine swallowing a mans cum.

“No, I don’t do that!, please!, no!, no!, um, hmm…” her pleas were
replaced by slurping sounds as his cock disappeared into Kelly’s mouth.
She tried to pull away, but he kept the pressure firm on her head, and
started sliding her head and mouth up and down his erect shaft.

“You better learn to give good head, it is something you will no
doubt be doing a lot of.” “That’s it, go slow, steady, up, down, take
your tongue and circle the head of my cock, yes, good girl.”

Kelly thought to herself, “I cannot believe this, I have a mans
cock in my mouth!” She remembered what had just been said to her,
and closed her eyes tightly and worked on his cock. She ran her
tongue along the shaft and his balls, and deep throated his cock more
than once. She had seen it done in videos, and even if she thought it
was disgusting, she wondered how a woman did that and what the mans
response was. She was learning now.

The man was starting to moan and make noises, and Kelly
wondered if he was about to come. She did not want to swallow cum,
and tried to pull his cock out of her mouth. He grabbed her head with
both hands, and forced her to continue.

“Here it is Kelly, be a good girl and swallow it all!” He let his
load go, and Kelly, almost choking, was forced to swallow wave after wave
of his cum. With his cock completely spent, he pulled it out, and Kelly
licked the head and the shaft clean.

Kelly layed back in the seat as he dressed himself. She had just
given her first blowjob, and could still taste his cum on her lips and
in her throat. The man sat back in the chair, and admired his pretty
cocksucker. He felt her panties, saturated from the excitement she
could not avoid feeling.

“Wet my dear, well, I think we will have to take care of this as
soon as we get home!” Kelly just sat there and looked away, hoping
nothing more would or could happen. She also wondered what was going to
happen to Lea. Just then, the car rounded the corner and came to a stop.

Her ankles and wrists were still chained together, her legs and ass sore
from kneeling and sitting on her spiked heels. Her hair and makeup needed
repairing, and there was dried cum on her lips and face.

She was helped out of the limo, and was standing in front of a
large mansion. The chains on her ankles were loosened up to allow
her to walk without assistance.

“Welcome to your new home Kelly!” “Lets get you inside and take
care of your wet panties.” She was led up the steps and inside the
house.

——–Kelly Captured——- (3)

Inside the mansion, Kelly saw expensive paintings, furniture,
and winding staircases. Servants quickly came over and collected
the couples coats and to assist in bringing the new girls in.

Lea was carried in, unconcessus. Kelly tried to move over to see
what was wrong with her, but was pulled back. The woman of the house
came over to her, and began to unlock her chains.

“Do not worry about her, she will be alright”. Kelly was still
upset. “What will happen to her and to me?”

“We are going to make good use of you both”. “For now, I plan to use
you around the house”. She called one of the other maids over. She
appeared to be about 25 years old, was in nice shape and had a well-
built body. She sprang to attention and came right over.

“Kelly, this is Maddy, she will get you dressed and show you what
your duties are.” “Do them well, and you will have no problem,
otherwise….”

She hung her head. Maddy took Kelly’s hand and led her up the
steps. The couple began to speak to each other about the events of
the day and their purchases.

“Kelly will provide much to us, I found her “talented” and eager
to please.” “The woman added, “Lea shows great promise, she could be
worth a lot more than we imagined.”

“I am going to go upstairs and rest” the man said to his wife,
who kissed him and walked away. The man proceeded up the stairs to
his room.

Maddy brought Kelly to her room, and began selecting a maids
outfit for her to wear. Maddy’s unifrom was black flats, black
stockings, a black and white one piece dress and headpiece completed
the outfit. She layed the clothing down on the bed.

“This is what you will be wearing, you can change into now, and I
will take you around so you can get started.” “Any questions?”

“What are you doing here, did they buy you like me?” “What
happens once were here, and what happened to the girl who came in
here with me?”

“I have been here for five years” Maddy said as she and Kelly
sat down on the bed. “I ran away from home when I was a teenager, and was
living on the streets until I was found one night and was brought here
to work.” As for your friend, as with you and I, they will do what they
wish with her.”

“But I do not understand”, Kelly asked again. “Why are you here?”
Maddy ran her hand up Kelly’s thigh as she replied.

“I spent my first night with the lady of the house in her room, and
found I enjoyed her company and the company of other women”. “So they
let me work here, and I get to spend time with her and some of the new
“help”, like yourself”. Maddy planted a kiss on Kelly’s lips.

“You can start your new duties later, now, your mine!” Maddy
exclaimed, throwing Kelly on her back and kissing her deeply with
much passion and a strong embrace.

Maddy was very talented with her hands and tongue, and was
keeping up a steady pace of kissing while exploring Kelly’s body.
She tried to force Maddy away, and once or twice tried to hurt her
with her heels. Smoothly, she used her legs to pin Kelly’s down and
slid her heels off. Her legs were spread open and held down by
Maddy’s stocking covered legs.

Kissing her way down to her breasts, Maddy pulled Kelly’s bra
off and sucked and licked her nipples, making them rock hard and
erect. Kelly was moaning and crying at the same time, and Maddy
was becoming excited.

“Time for a good womans fuck Kelly, time to make you come.”
Maddy positioned herself between Kelly’s legs, they were pussy to
pussy, panties still on. Maddy began to grind against Kelly, who
kept trying in vain to resist.

Rubbing her clit faster and faster, Maddy was making herself very
excited, and Kelly found herself becoming equally excited. She was getting
hot, and despite her deep feelings pushed against Maddy for relief.
This may be the only way she can survive for now.

Their moans became louder and louder, and soon they both exploded
in orgasm. Maddy pulled out from between Kelly’s legs, took her in an
embrace, and layed on the bed, kissing and fondling her. There were
tears in Kelly’s eyes as Maddy cuddled against her.

“That’s okay Kelly, you will be alright.” “We will get you dressed
later, maybe even see where Lea is.” “But for now, you have some wet
and sticky panties, lets take them off.”

Maddy slipped Kelly’s cum soaked panties down her legs. She held
them up in the air in front of her, while Kelly reached for a blanket
to cover her exposed pussy.

“I will cover that for you!”, a strong male voice said. It was
the man of the house, standing in the doorway. He walked over, gave
Maddy a kiss, and took Kelly’s panties from her.

“Go ahead Maddy, I think my wife needs some “help” with Lea, I
will take care of Kelly here.” She turned around, blew a kiss to
Kelly, and walked out. The man walked over to the bed, twirling
the panties on his finger.

“I told you we would have to take care of your wet panties, and
this way, we can take care of the panties and the pussy.” Kelly
tried to cover herself up and hide under the covers, but he pulled
them away. Kelly covered her breasts and pussy with her hands.

——–Kelly Captured——- (4)

He moved over towards Kelly, and sat next to her on the bed. He
took her cum soaked panties, and rubbed them across her face, letting
her smell her own excitement.

She tried to turn away, but he held her head still and laughed as
Kelly fought to avoid contact with the clothing. It was a sign of her
shame, and she could not stand the fact she could not have stopped what
happened to her.

“So pretty, and so sweaty, did you enjoy your little get together
with Maddy?” Kelly was asked by the man with a smile while sniffing her
cum soaked panties. “It sure seems that way!”

Kelly was drenched in sweat and cum from her own excitement and from
Maddy. She felt dirty and disgusted, and she was alarmed at what could be
coming next.

“There will be other times to play, now it is time for you to do a
little work around here” she was told. “Go into the bathroom and shower,
and be in your uniform and ready in one hour!” With that, the man walked
out the door and locked it.

She went into the shower, and soon had warm water running across and
down her sweaty and sticky body. Kelly ran soap over her breasts, her
neck, and across her stomach. She moved the soap in between her legs,
and soon had thick foamy soap filling her pussy, cleaning away the
traces of her encounter. After several minutes in the warm water, she
rinsed off and started to dry herself off.

Reluctantly, she began to dress herself in her maids outfit. First
white panties and a black push up bra. It put a strain on her breasts,
hurting her and pushed tight against her nipples. Kelly was given dark
black stockings with stay-up elastics and seams to wear, and she slid them
up her long, slender legs with ease. Her legs were one of her better
features, and despite the situation, she admired how good she looked in
them.

Kelly put on her black and white uniform, and noticed with a sigh it just
about covered her ass and was very low cut. She felt more like a whore
and less like a servant. Then again, who knows what she really was and
what she would be in store for next. Tight fitting black flats were the
finishing touches to the outfit along with the headpiece. Kelly looked in
the mirror and saw her young frame encased in a maids outfit. She had be
a corporate secretary, a success. Now, she had been taken, sold, fucked,
sucked, and humiliated. Now, she was servant, and in her situation, this
could mean anything.

She heard the door unlock, and in came Maddy, who was putting her
shoes back on as she came to inspect Kelly’s appearance. She come over
to Kelly, and planted a kiss on her cheek. “You look refreshed and very
pretty, I guess you are ready for work!” Maddy smiled as she circled
around Kelly.

“What is it exactly I will be doing?” Kelly asked her with more than
a concerned tone. “Oh, some cleaning, some dusting, and some “special”
assignments with the mistress and the master of this house”. “I just came
from there, she needed some “special” attention, and you girlfriend was
just to tied up in other things!”

“Where is Lea, is she alright?” Kelly asked Maddy with alarm. “Do
not worry about her, she is fine”. “But you must come with me, there is
work to be done”. Maddy took her by the hand, and led her out the door
and down the hall.

——–Kelly Captured——- (5)

Kelly and Maddy passed many elegant rooms and find furnishings.
She noted the grand style of the house, and also wondered what was going
on in some of these rooms. While walking with Maddy, she saw many other
women dressed like herself and others dressed in gowns and elegant dresses.
When she attempted to say something to them, Maddy gave her a gentle but
firm pull and kept her away from the others.

Both women came to a large entrance with double doors and a lock.
Reaching into the seam of the top of her stocking, Maddy pulled out a
small gold key and put it into the lock and turned. She led Kelly in,
closed the door behind them, and locked it.

Inside the room were many men and women talking and listening to
the piano being played in the corner of the room. There were both older
and younger people there, so it was very hard to tell who was here to
serve and who was doing the serving. She saw older and younger maids,
and some well dressed girls attending and laughing with some of the men.
Kelly wondered to herself how many of these girls were doing what they
did voluntary.

“Kelly, you are to walk around here with this serving tray and take
care of all of the guests needs”, Maddy explained to her. “If you have
any questions, please come to me, but do not try to talk to the other
girls, and do not speak to the guest unless they speak to you first, is
this understood!”

“Yes”, Kelly said as she picked up her tray and began walking around
the room. Many men called her over for the drinks on her tray, and more
than once she felt a hand on her ass or brush against her breasts. She
just smiled and kept moving whenever this happened, and tried not to get
upset.

At the other end of the room, a man was standing alone sipping his
drink. He motioned for Kelly to bring him a drink, and she came over to
him, handed him a fresh drink, took his empty away, and began to walk away.
He stopped her, and started to talk.

“What is you name young lady?”, he asked in a quiet tone. He had some
sort of accent, she could not tell where he was from. He was well dressed,
and very polite.

She responded softly, “my name is Kelly, and may I serve you?” She
was very nervous, and it showed in the way she was holding the tray. He
put his hands on hers, and stopped the trembling. It was a warm feeling,
and she was confused over the feelings she had.

“Kelly, this is a pretty name for a pretty woman”. “You are very
lovely, too lovely to be serving drinks at parties”. “Such a woman
should be enjoying herself, giving and receiving pleasure, and be at
ease with herself”.

Soon the gentleman of the house and his wife came over, and were
talking with this man, while Maddy took Kelly to the side and spoke
with her. All during the conversation, this man kept his eye on Kelly.

“He is very wealthy and powerful, be nice to him, you never know
what could happen”, Maddy said to Kelly. What could happen, this is
what was on Kelly’s mind. She would soon learn.

The gentleman of the house walked over to Kelly and smiled. He
brushed her cheek and hair, and spoke to her. “Dear, beautiful Kelly,
I want you do go with this man, and be nice to him”. “He will make you
feel good and very happy, and I EXPECT you to do the same”. “Do you
understand me?”

Kelly nodded, and with tears welling in her eyes, walked back over to
the gentleman. He took her hand, kissed it, smiled, and began to speak.
“Dear Kelly, my name is Ian, and I hope to take care of you and be good
to you, and hope you do the same to me”. “Take my hand, and follow me”.

Ian guided her through the room and out the main doors as Maddy
looked on smiling. She was standing next to the mistress, who was
caressing her shoulders. Kelly thought to herself, just how much time
and what was Maddy doing with this woman? And how and where was Lea?

Kelly was led to a large room which was Ian’s suite. They both
walked in, and Kelly noticed another young girl, dressed in a similar
manner, cleaning up the room. She was picking up torn pieces of what
looked like a dress, and material which looked like underwear.

As she was looking around, she felt Ian’s two hands circle her
waist and before she could resist she was being held in his arms. If
she tried to move, Ian held her firm. He slowly took his right hand
and put it on the back of Kelly’s head, and pushed his lips and hers
together. Kelly tried hard to resist, but his grip was strong, so was
his passion. With this, the other maid exited the room.

Ian pushed Kelly down onto his bed, and continued to kiss her,
while running his hands up and down her legs. Kelly began to struggle,
but she was not strong enough to fight him off, and her movements
attempting to get him off of her excited him more.

He pushed Kelly further up the bed, and slid his hands under her
skirt to her panties. He moved to pull them down her legs, but Kelly
kept closing her legs and pushing against him to make it difficult. He
reached with one strong pull, and ripped the garment from her body and
threw it on the floor.

Kelly was being held down by his weight and his strength, and she
could do little to resist, but kept trying. Ian had removed all his
clothing, and was beginning to position himself to enter Kelly. She in
vain kept trying to close her legs, kick him, fight him off by whatever
means she could think of. She tried hurting him with her shoes, he took
them off and threw them across the room. With both hands holding her down,
it was hard for him to make attempts to fuck her.

Ian finally used all of his body weight and came down on her chest,
and while she caught her breath he grabbed her by the hair with one hand
and ripped the uniform off her body. She was on all fours on the bed,
clothing torn, clad only in black stockings and bra. She was crying, and
was not fighting anymore.

“Well my dear, I think I like this angle, why don’t we give it a try!”
Before Kelly realized what he meant, Ian grabbed her, pushed her against
the wall, and plowed himself inside her from behind. He screams were
muffled by his hand, she was not a willing and practiced back door woman.

Her attempts to stop only pushed her back onto Ian’s pole, and she let
out some screams before Ian could cover her mouth. He grabbed her around the
waist, and began to push and thrust into her faster and faster.

Kelly began to emit soft moans, which then grew louder and louder.
Ian had started to stir something in her, and despite her feelings, she
continued moaning louder and louder. Ian kissed the back of her neck, and
pulled on her hair like he was pulling a dog on a leash. Kelly was still
moaning, and it appeared she would come soon.

Ian’s thrusts increased, and he too was ready to come. He grabbed her
tighter, and with one full thrust exploded inside her. While he sent waves
of cum to fill her hole, Kelly started to buck her hips. She let out a
scream, and her excitement soon began flowing out of her.

Kelly fell on her stomach, and Ian was lying on top of her. He was
kissing behind her neck, but she made no movement or tried to resist.
Instead, she cried softly, crying to mask the moans of pleasure she felt,
trying to mask the fact she actually enjoyed this sexual encounter, and
wondering what this could lead to next.

——–Kelly Captured——- (6)

Kelly woke up after crying herself to sleep to find herself alone in
bed. The room was cleaned of all of the torn clothing and any mess made
by the attack Ian made on her.

She reached down in between her legs and stroked her pussy. It was
very sore, but it was nothing compared to the pain in her behind. She
got up out of the bed to check herself in the mirror. Her make-up and
hair needed fixing, she was sweaty, and what little she wore needed a
change. Kelly searched the room for her uniform and shoes, but there
was nothing around.

She decided to try to clean herself up a little, and moved towards
the bathroom. As she went to open the door, it was opened for her, and
out walked Ian.

“Good morning my young Kelly, did we sleep well?”, Ian asked with a
smile and a kiss on the forehead. “You gave me some workout, I too
needed some rest and a shower”. “Did anyone tell you that you are a
good fuck?”

Kelly just kept her head bowed, and made her way into the bathroom.
She walked into the shower bra, stockings and all, and turned on the
water. Soon, warm water and soap was washing away the stains and the
memory of the evening past. She took her wet undergarments and piled
them outside the shower. Naked or not, she would not wear those items
again. She completed her shower, toweled her body dry, and wrapped a
fresh towel around herself. Kelly opened the door, and walked back out
into the room where Ian was waiting.

“Come over to me, I want to see you”, Ian said with a quiet but
firm tone. Slowly, Kelly came over to him, clutching the towel which
covered her body. He moved her hands away, and made her drop the towel
to the floor.

“What beautiful breasts you have, so soft and so full”. “Come over
closer”. Kelly tried moving away, but Ian pulled her towards him, and
was soon rubbing his hands over her breasts. Kelly showed no emotion,
so Ian increased the rubbing motion, and then leaned over and took one
of her nipples in his mouth.

Ian was soon moving from nipple to nipple, sucking and biting on
each, while his cock was growing and rubbing up against Kelly’s body.
She was biting her lip, the circling motion Ian was making around her
nipples was getting her excited.

After a few minutes, Ian stepped back and continued to rub Kelly’s
breasts. Her eyes were closed, she was trying to control her emotions.
She could not see what Ian was doing, and when she opened her eyes, she
found her mouth being led to the tip of Ian’s cock.

“Please, please, I do not like that, I do not give head, please,
please…ough…..” Kelly’s voice was muffled as Ian’s cock slid into
Kelly’s mouth and throat. She was not an accomplished head giver, and
choked and gagged more than once.

Kelly’s mouth moved back and forth across Ian’s shaft, and she
kept her eyes closed tight. Her breasts bounced freely as she held Ian
in her mouth, and more than once she tried holding them.

Kelly was now running her tongue along the shaft and his balls,
taking them both in her mouth. She soon took the large cock back in her
mouth, and began pumping it with her mouth faster and faster. Ian
thought to himself, “pretty good for someone who does not like to give
head!” She was sensing Ian may be ready to come, so she started
to slow down and move away.

Instead, like most men receiving head, he put his hand behind her
head and held her mouth on his shaft, and pushed it deeper into her
mouth. Ian was grunting and making noise, and Kelly, her eyes now
opened, looked at him in fear as she continued to slide up and down
the shaft.

“Oh, I’m going to come, hope you swallow, oh, oh, urgh……”.
With this, he let loose several waves of cum, shooting it down her
throat, then pulled out and shot cum all over her face and breasts.

Kelly layed there, with cum dripping down her face and stomach, and
started to wipe it away from her lips. She had swallowed a lot of
Ian’s cum, and it made her sick to think about what she had just been
forced to do.

Ian wiped off the remaining cum on Kelly’s body, and walked away to
the dressing closet to get himself ready. He had been sucked and fucked
by Kelly in less than a day, so he was feeling quite good. Kelly made
another trip to the shower to remove the cum from her body, and came out
just as Ian was readying to leave.

“Ah Kelly, so nice to see you clean and refreshed again, pity we
cannot have another encounter today, but there is always tonight, or
tomorrow, or whenever I want”, Ian said in a very confident tone.

“But for now, I am sure they can find something or someone for you to
do while I am out, goodbye!”. He kissed her on the forehead, and left
the room.

Kelly sat there on the bed, wrapped in a towel, alone. She wondered
how long she would be here before someone came to get her, use her, or
something worse, if this could be imagined. A thought came to mind to
make a run for it, and see how far she could get. She walked over and
turned the handles on both doors, but they were locked.

She was crushed, and curled up on the bed and started to cry
softly. She turned down the lights, and closed her eyes, trying to
forget what has been happening to her. Soon, she was fast asleep.

The lock on the side door turned, and was opened. A woman came
into the room, and cleaned up some of the mess made by Ian, and to
clean up the bathroom. Noticing that Kelly was lying on the bed without
covers or clothing, she took a blanket from the closet and covered up
Kelly.

Exiting the room and locking the door, the woman was met by Maddy
in the hall and stopped her. “What were you doing in there?” she asked
in a stern voice.

“Nothing miss, I was just cleaning up as you said, I did not do
anything, honest!” The woman was very frightened.

“Okay, but do not let me catch you doing anything or talking to
anyone unless we tell you, it is important that you remain just as we
have made you”. “Now, go down the hall to the mistresses room, she has
some duties for you to attend to”.

The young woman walked down the hall slowly, having some trouble
walking in her heels. She was wearing a regular maids uniform, with
black stockings and headpiece. Around her neck, she wore a choker, but
in the front, there was a little hook in the place of the pendant. Around
each ankle, there were gold chains, and both ears held little gold hoop
earrings.

Walking to the end of the hall, she reached the main doors, and with
a weak hand knocked on the door. The door opened automatically, and she
entered, with the door closing and locking behind her.

A womens voice in the corner of the room spoke out to her. “You
know what you must do, get to it!” With that, the young woman went to
the corner of the room and began to undress. She took off her maids
uniform, and put on a tight fitting spandix like bra and panties. Her
hair, which flowed down her shoulders, was pulled tight into a bun on the
top of her head. Around her ankles, she strapped two leather cuffs, which
could be chained together. She did the same with her wrists.

Slowly walking over to the corner of the room, she came over to the
woman who called her, and kneeled down in front of her. The woman bent
down, and hooked a leash to the chain around her neck. She then pulled
the young woman up, had her sit on her lap, and the leashed woman put
her arms around her.

“That’s a good little girl, you are learning to behave well, maybe
soon we will have you friend join us in our “get togethers”, what do
you think of this sweet little Lea, my little slut?”

I awoke again at noon, wide-eyed and hungry! So, I called to have pizza
delivered at my apartment. Twenty minutes or so passed. I freshened up, took a
hot bath, and curled my hair. Needless to say, I was still quite hot and wet
from the morning’s adventure, so while in the bathtub, I let the water from the
faucet hit my clit and came a couple more times. I had just put on my robe,
when I heard the knock at the door. I had forgotton that I had JUST my robe on,
hunger pains taking over, and answered the door. There stood a gorgeous boy,
not more than 20, with a gaping mouth and a small sausage pizza in his hand. He
was tall, blonde, and thin, and from the look of his newly tightened jeans, I
could tell he liked what he saw! I, of course, had my own ideas. I invited him
in and told him I’d be right back with the money. I went into the bedroom and
got 10 bucks and slightly undid my robe so that my tits were exposed. I came
back into the living room and I watched as he nervously licked his lips. His
eyes were fixed upon my big breasts, and he set the pizza on the table. Now for
the good stuff, I thought, as I stuffed the 10 secudively into his jeans. I
asked him his name and he called himself Jamie. “Well, Jamie,” I said “would
you like to have some fun?” All he could do was nod, for I had already started
unbuttoning his too-tight jeans, and found his cock wasn’t bad in size at all!
My lips wrapped around his penis eagerly, and he moaned loudly in pleasure.

I ran up to it and thanked my benefactor as I opened the passenger door
and jumped in. “I really appreciate this.” I said. “Could you give me a
ride to the next exit with a service station?” “Sure” was all she said.
She signaled to traffic and pulled back onto the highway. After a few
seconds I had settled down after adjusting the scanner on my right side,
and took a real look at the driver. Exotic is the best word that came
to mind. She was strikingly pretty, long jet black hair, vaguely
oriental, perhaps of mixed race. She was also heavy, almost, but not
quite fat, with large breasts, a big buttocks, and strong looking calfs.
We were on the road just a minute when she asked me “What was that thing
hanging on your belt?” I thought for a second. She could only be talking
about my scanner. “It’s a scanner” I said as I wrestled it off my belt
trying hard not to bend the antenna against the door too much. I finally
got it and held it in my lap. She glanced quickly at it and I heard her
gasp.

Her eyes were glancing back and forth between the road and the scanner,
more particularly its antenna. I remember when I first got that antenna
that it struck me as being particularly phallic (an Austin Condor for
the those in the know), a little thin perhaps for a dildo, but painfully
long. “What does it do?” she asked. I explained it to her as best I
could. I also turned it on. It stopped on a highway patrol frequency and
revealed some poor slob being run through a licensing check. “That’s
the Highway Patrol” I said. “Is that what it’s for?” she asked. “Well,”
I said, “it’s for getting all kinds of radio”. In quick succession I
punched up some AM news, and FM music station, and the weather channel.
Next I hit the search button which at that moment was programmed to jump
through the 800Mhz cellular phone channels. There were conversations
going on all around us, and she was noticably interested in it all. “You
mean you can hear people talking on the phone?”

I explained the basic idea behind a scanner. She struck me as unusually
interested in it all, for a woman. I’m not sexist, but I’ve never met
more than couple of women among hundreds of scanner hobiests, and none
of them nearly as pretty as this one. All of this took but a few minutes
and we were pulling off at an exit. She continued to ask me questions
about the scanner as we approached a service station just off the
highway.

When we arrived at the service station she offered to take me to my
destination. She said she was going there anyway. I accepted her offer,
arranged for a tow, and called my mechanic. It all took about 15 minutes
then we were back in the car. She didn’t say much for a while and then
said “This is my exit. I’m going to stop at home and get some things
first.” “OK by me” I replied. We pulled off the highway and were at her
house about five minutes later.

When we entered the house she excused herself for a moment then returned
without her pantyhose. She invited me to sit down on her couch in the
living room, and sat right next to me. “Please show me that radio
again.” she said. I unhooked the scanner from my belt again and turned
it on. As it sprang to life, she placed her hand on my thigh. I caught a
wif of an odor, the smell of a woman aroused. I still didn’t understand
what was going on. What did the scanner have to do with her obvious
arousal? “That thing makes me very horny” she said. Her physical signs
of arousal made me very horny, and there is no doubt she noticed the
growing buldge in my pants. She suddenly turned and sat back on the
couch, still next to me, but not quite so intimately. “A lot of men are
turned off by aggressive women” she said. “I’ve never been turned off by
an aggressive woman”.

She turned back to me then, leaned over and kissed me. As her toung
pressed its way into my mouth her hand crossed my thigh again and rested
firmly on my spear. I raised my hips to her touch and she pressed a
little harder. Suddenly she stopped, stood up, and said “come with me.”
I stood up and turned the scanner off, intending to put it down. “Don’t
turn it off” she said. “Bring it with you.”

I complied and followed her around a corner and into a bedroom. She
closed the door behind me and stood with her back against it. I stood at
the side of her bed and faced her. “Take your clothes off.” she said. I
placed the scanner on a dresser, still on, and scanning, by default,
local police and other EMS frequencies. I took my shoes off then began
to unbutton my shirt. “Pants first” she ordered. She stood still and
watched me. When my pants fell to the floor she steped up to me, dropped
down on her knees and reached for my stiffened shaft with both hands.
With one, she directed it to her wet mouth, took it in, and began to
massage it with hand and toung. The other she brought to my balls and
began to stroke them.

She continued to suck me, covering my malehood with layeres of saliva,
as I removed my shirt. I stood there for perhaps a few minutes
experiencing her ministrations as she also began to finger my ass. I
could have exploded right then, but I forced myself in refusing to let
go so easily. After another half minute she released her mouth. “Most
men would have come by now” she cooed. “We haven’t been properly
introduced yet” I replied. She pushed me gently and I fell back onto the
bed. She stood up and lifted her dress revealing a magnificent mass of
black hair as she climbed onto the bed, over me, on her knees.

She leaned over me and grabbed my slick wet stick, stroking the tip a
few times over her sopping wet gully, shivering a little as it touched
her clitoris. Then she positioned the tip at the opening of her pleasure
chasm and with one motion impaled herself on my sword.

As she drove herself down on me, I thrust upwards to meet her. With my
arms I pulled her towards me unziped the back of her dress and opened
her bra. She sat up then, crossed her arms and pulled the dress over her
head. The opened bra went with it revealing the largest and most
magnificent set of brests I had ever had the pleasure of. I drew
her down again and turned my head back and forth teasing each swelled
nipple in turn as she continued to fall on my
accomdating spire.

She moved one of her hands to her slit and began to massage her clit. In
a minute or two she came with deep convulsions and groans as she
collapsed, her sweaty head next to mine where I could smell the passion
that continued to burn in her. Her cunt grew no less hot either as after
a minute she noticed I was still hard as a rock and said “you still
haven’t come”. “We still haven’t been properly introduced” I said. She
rolled off me and onto her back.

I looked at her for a moment, perfectly relaxed. Sweat covered her body,
glistening on her brests, nipples rising and falling sensuously with
each deep breath. Her legs were spread and relaxed, waiting for anything
I might desire to do with her mystical forest and its magical well. I
knelt in front of her and teased her perfumed mystery until I revealed
her triumphant clitoris in its sea of love juice. I bowed to that clit,
stroking it with a toung determined to do what ever it takes to make her
reel in pleasure again. She groaned and arched, pushing her grand canyon
into my face.

I stroked her again and again. She ordered it harder, then slower, then
faster as she convulsed, twisted, and screamed through her second
orgasm. Only when she collapsed for the last time, did I stop licking,
pick my head up, and look her in the eyes. She smiled a little at me and
raised up her legs, spreading them a little more, knowing what I wanted
to do, and offering it to me. I took my pipe in my own hand placed it’s
tip at the mouth of her dripping volcano and ramed it home. She gasped
as it found its mark, and I felt her love tunnel squeeze me, encouraging
me to let it flow. I fucked her now with out regard to control, to how
long I could hold it in, or what felt best to her. I fucked only to
experience my own explosion in her willing bore. When it came I groaned,
my arms collapsed as I shook and felt her rythmic contractions sucking
every last drop of syrupy juice out of my hose.

I rolled off of her and lay next to her. Both of us breathing heavily
now. She got up after a minute and walked up to the scanner standing on
her dresser. “Can you get those telephone conversations back?” She
asked. I stood up and took her place as I switched over to the search
mode in the proper bank. As I did this she reached around behind me and
began again stroking my cock and balls. When the scanner hit the first
cellular conversation she took my hand and pulled me back over to the
bed. “I won’t let you go until you come at least once more” she teased.
and pulled me onto the bed.

This went on for an hour. She came four more times, twice while I
massaged her clit with a vibrator and used the scanner antenna as a
dildo! She screamed when it reached about ten inches into her steaming
pit, but she came, and came again. My second explosion filled her from
behind as I rode a top her luscious ass and she clung to the bed,
knees on the floor, filling her as I shook as waves of orgasm swept my
pulsing organ.

Two more hours went by. She revealed various kinds of sex equipment
stored around her room. Vibrating dildos, rope handcuffs, and other
toys. At one point I had to go to the bathroom. She insisted on
following me, that I step into the shower and let my warm river go on
her. She kneeled in front of my then flacid snake, held it between her
slipery breasts and ordered me to let go. I did, needing it so bad it
felt almost like an orgasm as she rubbed my balls through all of it.
Then she made me lie down between her towering legs and opened her dam
on me. Weak as I was that drove me wild. We showered, and I took her
standing up from behind while the hot water poured over both of us, but
my legs gave way before I could come. She pushed me down again in
the tub, and straddled my head with her knees as she rammed her needy
puss into my face. I licked where I know it feels good, and in minutes
she rocked with yet another orgasm as water still rained down upon us.

I was working on my third orgasm, she had nine or ten. I stood
between her tensed spread legs as she sat on a special chair with grips
above her head for the hands and stirrups for her feet, allowing her to
position herself on a seat that thrust her still demanding pussy straight
out onto my heaving jamb. As I forced my risen flag into her, trying to
release myself yet again she relaxed, stopped rising to meet my
pick, seemingly tired at last. After all she demanded of me, I took her
selfishly, like the first time, caring only for my eruption. I pulled
her ass towards me, pinning her with my massive cylinder. Her slippery
tube was a hot resevior for my last displosion, small but satisfying as
I felt the additional heat of my juices fill her, and dribble down her
ass.

I let her go and collapsed onto the bed. She got herself off the chair
and limped over to the scanner which hadn’t made a peep in some time.
“What happened to the radio?” she asked. I struggled up, my knees a
little stiff, and looked at it. “Batteries are dead” I said. “Then you’d
better go home” was her reply. As I got dressed she put on a robe and
watched me. When finished, she let me out the bedroom door and out to
the front of the house. “You were going to give me a ride home” I
pointed out. “I’m too tired” she said. “Just turn left down the street,
there’s a bus stop there”. As I turned to go she said “You can come back
you know”, and she reached out, touching the scanner antenna! “I will”
was all I could get out, and I left.

As I walked down the street to the bus, it was dark now, and cold. My
groin was strangely numb. I caught an unexpected wife of her passion. I
suddenly remembered the black scanner antenna melding with the wall of
her dark forest as she twisted her hips struggling to increase her
ecstacy. I wondered what people on the bus were going to think of it. I
also realized that if I’d put fresh batteries in the scanner this
morning I’d still be in there, probably for another four hours, and
maybe dead by then…

My hips had been gently pumping when I woke up, and I reached down to run
my fingers through her hair as I continued to thrust my cock at her
mouth. I was ready to come, but she just teased me, keeping me on the
edge without letting me come. My excitement was on the edge of turning
to pain when she stopped teasing.

She slid her mouth down over my cock, working it with her tongue as she
slid down, then gently blowing as she slid back up. I was ready to
explode, but she managed to do it again three times, each time sliding
farther down the shaft of my cock before she came back up.

When I came, it was like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and it was a
while before I could do more than just lie there on my back and look at
my wife’s head resting between my legs. She continued to suck gently on
my cock as it shrank, and she only let go when I asked her to.

“Good morning Anne,” I said. “That was nice, but I’ve got to pee, can I
have my cock back?”

She let go of it and sat up, kneeling straddling my legs. “Good morning
my new hubby. I hope you slept as well as I did.”

“I slept well,” I said, looking at her and at the amazing collection of
rings she wore through her body. She’d explained the 23 rings she wore
in each ear the day we met, but she’d managed to keep the ring she wore
in each tit and the six additional rings she wore in her cunt a secret
until yesterday when she surprised me by accepting my offer of marriage.

I knew she had far more experience with sex than I had; she’d had a ring
put in for each man she and her old roommate had seduced together. She
hadn’t seduced me though; before yesterday, we hadn’t as much as kissed.
I’d been asking her to marry me almost daily for months; it had started
as a joke when we were attending a survivors of AIDS support group, but
I’d grown serious as time passed. I’d almost given up, though, when she
surprised me by accepted my offer.

That was yesterday, July 3, and she’d shocked me by hauling me straight
to the courthouse, taking out a marriage license, and finding a judge to
marry us on the spot. I’d found out about all her rings within an hour
of that.

“Do you always wake up your men that way?” I asked as I sat up.

“I try,” she said, then giggled. “A couple years ago, Janet and I tried
seeing how long we could go on a diet of nothing but semin. It’s pretty
nutritional, you know, but we gave up after a week.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I got up and went to the toilet to
pee. Anne’s loft, now our loft, had no walls, the toilet was in a back
corner, along with a sink, tub, and bidet. They were expensive looking
fixtures; their matching red enamel contrasted elegantly with the white
plaster walls and hardwood floor, but the idea of peeing while my new
wife watched bothered me, and she did nothing to help. She stood at the
sink and combed her hair while she watched.

She kept me at least part-way off balance for the rest of the day, but in
the end, that only added to the fun. She wouldn’t let me get dressed
after breakfast, saying that she never bothered to wear anything around
the house. She told me that as long as I was living with her, I’d have
to get used to it.

When I suggested that she call her old roommate Janet and tell about our
wedding, she did, but after a few minutes on the phone, she surprised me
by handing me the phone. I knew that she and Janet were more than ex
roommates. They’d been lovers and they’d been partners in love with many
men; as a result, I wasn’t quite sure what I should say to Janet.

She certainly didn’t share my unease. I said hello, then asked how she
was. As the words came out, I could have kicked myself. I knew she had
AIDS, and I felt like a cad as I realized how awful it was to ask such a
question to someone who was terminally ill. She answered politely that
she was doing about as well as could be expected, given her situation,
then got down to business.

“Anne told me lots about you over the past six months,” she said. “It’s
hard as hell for me to imagine her getting married, but after I got AIDS
I guess we’ve both changed alot.”

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at. I knew that she’d come down with
AIDS six month’s ago, and I knew that Anne must have been exposed to it
at the time Janet caught it, since they’d made a game of openly sharing
all of their sexual partners.

While Janet talked, I watched Anne walk over to her workbench and begin
doing something. She was pretty to watch from behind as she opened a box
on the bench and began looking through its contents.

“Look,” she said. “What I’m getting at is this. I still love Anne, and
now that I can’t make love to her and with her any more, I want to make
damn sure she has fun. Tell her to quit this new puritan thing, she can
stick to one man for sex, but that doesn’t mean she has to dress like a
nun. Tell her to dress right, go out, have fun. Give her the love she
needs,” she paused. “Want to know what really turns her on?”

“Tell me,” I said.

“Oral sex, eat her, bring her to the edge and keep her there. I’ve kept
her on the edge for hours, not letting her come until the very end. Do
it to her, if it grosses you out, do it for me, please?”

“OK,” I said, more out of politeness than commitment, and then she hung
up. I didn’t have time to think about what Janet had asked me to do
because at that point, Anne turned back to me from her workbench.

I’d been idly watching Anne’s back while I was on the phone, but I hadn’t
really paid any attention to what she was doing. When she turned around
after I hung up, I couldn’t ignore what she’d done. Anne was a jewelry
designer, and now she was showing me some of her work.

“What?” I said, looking at her. She had a large gold ring in her nose,
big enough to frame her mouth, she had a gold stud in the center of her
upper lip, additional rings in her tits, and something shiny filling her
belly button. More jewelry hung between her legs, and there were even a
couple of rings through the webs between her fingers.

As she posed for me, I realized that I’d noticed some of her piercings
before, but I’d misinterpreted them. I’d assumed that the hole in her
lip was a pimple scar, never imagining that it went all the way through.

“You should see yourself,” she said, chuckling. “I guess I owe you an
explanation, though. Most of my jewelry is sold through what they call
alternate jewelry stores; some is very sexual, and most of it is intended
to be worn in very unconventional places.

As she spoke, I saw a flash from her mouth. “What’s in your mouth?”

She smiled, clearly exposing a silver bead set in her tongue. “My tongue
tack started as more of a technical experiment than a serious piece of
jewelry, I wanted to see if I could make something I could wear in the
most sensitive part of my body without problems, and I did; like it?”

“Yes,” I said, somewhat surprised.

“Tell me if any of this other stuff grosses you out,” she said, and then
began a guided tour. I think that if she hadn’t started my day with an
orgasm, I’d have wanted sex on the spot when she showed me the ring she
wore through a hole in her clit. A small gold ball hung by a short chain
from the ring, and she said it had only one use, and that was to
intensify the sensations of lovemaking.

“You’ve got kinkier tastes than I credited you for,” she said when she
was done.

I shook my head. “I’ve got kinkier tastes than I credited me for! Do
you really intend to go out in public wearing all that stuff?”

She chucklied. “I have in the past, but I’ll tone it down until you’re
ready to play at shocking the teaming millions. Come on, let’s get
dressed so we can visit your place, but do me a big favor, don’t wear
underpants, they just get in the way.”

She’d told me that she never wore underwear, and with the rings in her
tits and cunt, I could see why; even so, I felt awkward about the idea of
my going without. The mention of getting dressed reminded me of what
Janet had said, though, so I passed on her advice. “Janet said I should
tell you to dress right from now on. No more new puritan stuff.”

She’d told me that before Janet came down with AIDS, the two of them had
made a point of dressing to attract men, but it was another thing to see
what she meant. She looked through her dresser while I hesitated about
putting on my pants without underwear, then turned so I could see as she
slid into a tight white spandex miniskirt. It was hardly long enough to
cover her fanny, and when she knelt to put her sandals on, I could see a
sparkle below the hemline as the rings in her cunt came into view.

She ended up putting on a loose white camisole top over the skirt, and I
had to agree that she looked very sexy. I was surprised that she didn’t
look outright tacky; most explicitly sexy clothing I’ve seen is pretty
awful. I told her that I felt awkward about what her clothing exposed
when she did anything but stand upright, and her effort at reassuring me
wasn’t very reassuring.

“I know exactly what my clothing lets people see,” she said. “They see
what I want them to see.”

Our day turned practical for a while, giving me a bit of a chance to get
used to my new situation. We had to decide where to live now that we
were married. After she’d taken off all the odd jewelry that showed when
she was dressed, I took her over to my apartment. I’d never been to her
place before our wedding day, and this was her first visit to my place.

“Not bad,” she said, looking over my paperback collection.

She paused, looking critically at an Escher print hanging on my wall, and
I noticed that she was gently rocking her hips. The motion was odd,
almost what I’d expect if she were making love.

“Why are you bobbing your hips like that?” I asked.

She turned to me with a sly smile. “I’m masturbating,” she said.

I began to get hard, even though I was confused. “What?”

“Bouncing my clit chain against my skirt,” she said. “It feels good,
good enough that I can usually bring myself to orgasm that way if I keep
it up. Want to make love?”

“OK,” I said. I was already rock hard as I led her to my bedroom.

She was out of her clothes before I’d unzipped my pants, and she didn’t
seem to need any foreplay. As soon as I pulled off my jeans and sat down
on the bed, she sat in my lap and and took me into herself. I leaned
back on my bed, startled, and looked up at her in awe.

“Here,” she said, looking down at me with a blissful look on her face and
fingering the chain that emerged from between us. “Play with this,
gently.”

I touched the fine chain tentatively, and then gently tugged on the bead
at the free end. The other end was attached to her clit, and if the
bounce of the chain against her skirt was enough, I was pretty sure that
I wouldn’t have to play very hard.

“Good,” she breathed, and then began to sway as she sat on my hips. “I
like that.”

I scratched my fingernail along the chain, and she looked ecstatic. I
could feel her vagina clamping on my cock. I was fascinated by her
reaction. I knew that women had clits, but I’d never had such direct
access to a woman’s clit while I was making love. The look on her face
was something I’d never seen before, and then she moaned, quietly and
deep in her throat.

She lifted her hands and began fingering the rings in her breasts, and
then moaned again. I’d been so fascinated by her reaction that I’d been
ignoring the waves of contractions in her vagina, but as she continued
gently rocking on top of me, my attention was drawn to the sensation of
my cock deep inside her, and then I exploded. Waves of contractions
coursed through my loins, lights flashed before my eyes, and I was in
heaven for one brief but wonderful moment.

“I love you,” she said, smiling down at me as I recovered.

I couldn’t say anything in reply. She bent down to kiss me, letting the
rings in her tits drag briefly on my chest, and then she got off of me.
“We’ve got work to do,” she said, “but first, hubby, let’s eat lunch and
talk our way through what we’re going to do with our lives.”

We ate lunch in my apartment, and over lunch, we talked about the pros
and cons of our places. Neither of us liked the apartment complex I’d
lived in for the last five years and her loft clearly had more space. On
the other hand, her loft wasn’t conventional, with its lack of walls
around the bathroom area and its location above a bookstore in an old
business district, it was hard for me to imagine myself living there.

She talked me into it, though. My last objection was that it would be
awkward to invite guests into a place with no private bathroom. I gave
in when she asked how many guests I’d entertained in my apartment; I
realized I’d never invited anyone in but the girlfriends I’d lived with,
and the last of those had moved out more than a year ago when she began
to show AIDS symptoms; it turned out she’d gotten it from her previous
lover, and I was damned lucky to have come away uninfected.

We hauled two carloads of my stuff to her place, enough to let me live
comfortably for a few days while we decided what to do with the rest of
our stuff. It was a hot day, though, so we called it quits after we
unloaded both of our cars at her place.

“It’s a holiday,” Anne said, sitting on her windowsill. “Let’s go for a
swim, then eat that picnic dinner we were planning. Isn’t there a pool
at the park where the city’s having the fireworks display?”

“Yes, but,” I sputtered. “Unless you take those rings out of your tits
and cunt, how can you wear a swimsuit? You told me that you and Janet
welded your rings so they were permanent!”

She chuckled. “What I’m wearing now is legal in the pool, the skirt was
even sold as swimwear. I’ve got a swimsuit you’ll like, though. Grab a
towel and your suit while I get mine, then let’s pack up a picnic supper
and go.”

We drove to the park, and as expected, had trouble finding a parking
space. The locker room at the pool was busy, but my mind was on my new
wife as I changed; I hardly noticed the other people in the men’s locker
room. I did notice others out on the pool deck, though. There’d been a
debate the previous summer about thong swimsuits at public pools, and
thongs had won out, but barely. More than a few were in evidence, and I
enjoyed watching the bare flesh that was exposed as a result.

“How do you like it,” Anne said from behind me.

I turned and looked. She wore a white bikini; not particularly modest
but not unusually revealing. There was no evidence of the rings in her
tits or between her legs.

“Wow,” I said. “But where are your rings? I thought they’d show.”

“They do, a bit,” Anne said, smiling. “Come on, let’s swim.”

She was a good swimmer, and we ended up swimming into the early evening.
I mean swimming, too, not just lounging in the water or “catching rays”
on the pool deck. When the pool lights came on, we realized that we’d
been in the water for hours and that the fireworks would start soon.

We hurried to get dressed, tossed our wet towels in the car, and grabbed
our picnic supplies for a late dinner before the fireworks. Fortunately
we hadn’t brought anything that needed cooking, just a cooler of drinks
and sandwiches. We found a good spot for a picnic under a lone oak tree
on top of a small hill. It promised a good view of the fireworks while
being far enough away to avoid the worst of the crowd.

While we were swimming, Anne worked me hard enough to make me ignore her
rings and her apparently unlimited interest in sex, but as she bent over
to spread our picnic blanket and get a sandwich for herself, it hit me
again. The hem of her tight white spandex skirt rose high enough that I
saw the bottoms of the rings between her legs and the gold bead at the
end of the chain from her clit, and when she leaned over the cooler, her
camisole fell away from her chest enough that I could clearly see the
rings in her tits.

While she ate, we sat cross legged on the blanket facing each other, and
she smiled when she noticed me looking at the exposed hardware between
her legs. As she finished her sandwich, she leaned back on one hand and
took a sip of her drink, then shocked me by using her free hand to toy
with the gold bead that hung from her clit.

“Anne,” I said, feeling my cock harden as I watched her. “We’re in the
park surrounded by people, don’t you care who sees what you’re doing?
You could get arrested!”

She smiled coyly at me as she continued to tug at the bead. “I care to
let you see; nobody else sees anything but a pretty girl who’s relaxing
with one hand resting on her thigh; besides, it’s almost dark enough that
I could take all my clothes off without anyone noticing.”

Just then, the fireworks began. While we packed up the remains of our
picnic, I wondered if she was seriously threatening to undress. She
wasn’t; she turned out to have other ideas. I leaned my back against the
trunk of our oak tree, and she sat next to me and snuggled against my
side while we watched the show.

I held my arm around her, while she rested a hand on my thigh, and after
a few minutes, she put her free hand over mine and slid it up under her
camisole. It was nice holding my hand on the bare skin of her side, but
that wasn’t what she wanted. She nudged my hand up towards her tit and
slid her other hand up my thigh to fondle my cock.

I experimented tentatively with the ring in her tit, and she nuzzled my
neck gently and then whispered in my ear. “Unzip your pants.”

I did, expecting her to slip a finger or two in to touch my cock. She
had other ideas. She shifted herself into my lap, leaned back against my
chest, and rested for a moment while she enjoyed the show. It was a good
fireworks show, but she was better. I played with her tits and the rings
she wore in them with both hands for a while while we both watched the
fireworks, and then she reached a hand between her legs and pulled my
cock free of my pants.

Somehow, she managed to slip it into her cunt before it was fully erect,
and then she started to squirm, very slowly and gently. She leaned her
head on my shoulder and when there was a pause in the fireworks display,
she whispered. “Good?”

“Nice,” I whispered, “but everyone can see us!”

She chuckled. “They’re watching the fireworks, silly; besides, there’s
not much to see.”

I continued to play with her tits while she gently squirmed, and despite
my misgivings, I was very excited. My cock felt huge, and every move
Anne made sent a shiver of exquisite pleasure through me. I was out of
control, unable to thrust or withdraw as she sat on me, but with every
thundering flash of the fireworks, I could feel her body vibrate against
my cock, exciting me even more.

As the fireworks reached their thundering finale, I came; the sensation
of Anne’s cunt engulfing my cock was overwhelming, even more so than the
continuous stream of concussions from the fireworks. I shuddered and
heaved under Anne, then collapsed back against the tree behind me.

My body was spent and my mind was reeling as I leaned against the tree in
the deafening silence after the fireworks finale. People applauded the
show, and Anne joined them from my lap, then gently slid off my cock and
tucked it back into my pants before she stood up.

Anne stood over me, and I looked up and studied her by the light of the
distant streetlights. I was flustered and a bit confused by what we’d
just done, but my new wife looked calm and happy. She held out her hand
to help me up after I’d stared at her for a while, then picked up our
stuff and led me back to the car.

“That was great,” she said as she unlocked the car, “but stop gawking at
me and zip up your pants.”

Upon arriving at the cabin, we toss our clothes onto a chair near the
fireplace. Our bodies are still damp and she is shivering slightly. She
decides to take a shower and heads for the bathroom. “How about a drink to
help warm you up?” I ask, heading for the kitchen.

“Sounds good” she replies, closing the door to the bath. I hear the water
running as I make us each a whiskey sour. The clock on the wall begins to
chime. Glancing at the clock, I notice the time – ten o’clock. We’ve been
here only two hours and already have begun acting like wild.
It feels good.

A slight chill passed through me and broke my into thoughts. I realized I was
still naked and beginning to feel cold from the lake water. Carrying our
drinks, I headed for the bathroom and a warm shower.

I push open the door and a wave of steam rolls into the cabin. She is still
in the shower and I can barely discern her outline through the frosted glass
door of the shower. As the steam clears, my view improves. I can see the
profile of her body now. The smooth lines of her legs, the softly-rounded
area of her stomach, and the gentle curves of her breasts. The sight of her
in the shower begins the arousal process in me. I set the glasses on the
corner of the sink.

I watch her through the glass as she showers. Her hands slide gracefully
along her curves, lathering her body in the warm water. She has an exquisite
body, and she is aware of it. She has always been comfortable with her
sexuality, willing to explore and find what excites her. It is this knowledge
of herself that has made me the lover I am. By knowing what pleases her, she
is able to direct me so I can please her.

Pausing as she reaches her breasts, she cups them and smoothes her hands over
them. Softly she caresses their fullness and gently teases her nipples. She
tosses her head back and lets the shower water splash across her body. I see
her shifting her legs and I know she is getting excited. As my erection
grows, I fight the urge to jump in the shower with her. I continue to watch.

Leaving one hand to fondle her breasts, the other hand follows the water as it
runs down her body. Slowly, the hand crosses her stomach and approaches the
junction of her thighs. As her hand disappears between her legs, I hear a
soft sigh from the shower. I know from the sound that her hand has found its
mark.

Although the shower glass does not provide a clear view, I watch as she
massages her body. Slippery hands, gliding over the rolling contours and into
the hidden valleys of her body. Gentle hands, teasing her breasts and
pleasing the inner reaches of her vagina. I wish they were my hands.

My erection has grown into a full-fledged hard-on and it twitches with each
beat of my now-racing heart. I cannot resist the urge to grab it and stroke
it in time with her movements. She is not yet aware of my presence. We
continue to masturbate, she on one side of the glass door of the shower and me
on the other. As her hand increases in speed, so does mine, and we begin
building toward our fantasy orgasms.

I watch as she continues to massage her breasts and dip into her treasure
chest. Based upon the sounds coming from the shower, she must be rolling her
fingers over her clit. I can almost feel the soft, warm, folds of her sexual
lips as they envelope her fingers. Knowing her body as I do, I know she is
wet and juicy now, and her fingers are sliding effortlessly into her deeper
reaches.

The sounds coming from the shower increase in volume and tempo. I know she is
approaching an orgasm without me, but I don’t care. I am in my own fantasy
world on the other side of the glass. I grip my prick and continue to
masturbate toward my own orgasm. Leaning back against the sink, I close my
eyes and remember our love-making in the lake. My hand continues its travels
up and down the length of my cock, stroking to the memory.

I don’t know if I made a noise or if she just sensed someone in the room, but
she slides open the shower door and is greeted by the sight of me leaning
against the bathroom sink, jacking off. The sound of the shower door opening
causes me to stop in mid-stroke. I am more than a little embarrassed and my
erection begins to fade.

“You naughty boy,” she teases, “you were watching me, weren’t you?”

“Yes.” There is little else I can say.

“Did it make you excited?” she asks. It seems to be a silly question in light
of my current state of erection.

“Well, what are we going to do about it?” Then, smiling, she says, “Why don’t
you come in here and we can ‘discuss it’.”

As I step into the shower, she immediately reaches for my cock and begins
where I had left off. In just a stroke or two, she has me back at full
erection. As I close the door to the shower, I reach for her love nest.
Dipping my fingers inside, I find her still wet and slippery and my fingers
slide into her easily.

We press our bodies close together and my hard-on pokes into her stomach. She
tilts my prick upwards, towards her breasts, catching it between our bodies,
and continues stroking. Our lips meet in passion. We stand in the spray of
the shower masturbating each other.

Her hand is firmly gripping and stroking my cock, from the hairy base to the
soft crown and back again. With her free hand she reachess for my balls to
softly squeeze them and feel them roll in her hand. Despite our recent
activity at the lake, I have recharged and reloaded and am ready to shoot.

The feel of her hand around my cock, sliding up and down the shaft, is giving
me immense pleasure. As I begin building to a climax, I search for her clit
to return the favor. Because she had been masturbating in the shower longer
than I had been masturbating in the room, her clit is swollen with desire and
I easily tease her toward her peak.

We continue our rubbing and stroking motions on each other. As her hips begin
answering my probing fingers, my hips begin thrusting my prick through her
fingers. As I pick up the pace with my cock, she responds with her body. Up
and down her hand slides on my cock, in and out my fingers probe in her
sheath. Faster and faster our motions become, each trying to coax the cum from
the other.

Just as we are about to bring each other to a climax, she releases her grip on
me. She breaks our kiss and pushes my hand away. “No,” she says, and turns
around, putting her back toward me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, and then realize what she is doing.

Placing her feet as wide apart as she can, she bends at the waist and grabs
the faucet handles in the shower. A very pleasant sight comes into view
between her legs and her action needs no further explanation.

Holding my cock in my hand, I move up behind her. I rub the full length of it
along her slit several times, mixing her lubrication with the juices that have
escaped from the tip of my cock. We are both so aroused that even this
simple action causes us to moan. I continue teasing her for a few strokes
before slipping the head of my prick inside her folds.

Slowly, I push forward and slide easily into her warm, wet, confines. Ever
onward travels my miniature miner, searching for the deepest regions of this
cavern he has discovered. The miner crawls along this tight-fitting path;
probing the sides, top, and bottom of the cave; until he reaches the end of
his shaft. I pause, allowing her body to adjust to the size of the intruder,
before retreating. Holding her hips steady, I begin the rhythm we both enjoy
so much.

As I pull my cock out, her sex lips grip me tightly and provide new
stimulation for her clit. I withdraw until only the head remains inside, then
reverse direction and plunge back into her warmth. In this position I can
watch my cock travel in and out of her body. I see her sex lips holding onto
my thickness and responding to our motion. The sight of my hard penis and her
soft lips drives me crazy and I begin moving faster.

I need to feel her body close to me, so I lean over and reach for her breasts.
I find them and tease her nipples into erection. As I roll the nipples
between my fingers I continue to probe her pussy with my prick. Cupping her
breasts in my hands, I feel their soft fullness and gently squeeze and caress
them with my palms. As I do so, I can feel her close herself around my cock
and realize her orgasm cannot be far behind.

My hands leave her breasts and travel across her stomach to her love box. My
fingers explore her junction, searching for her clit. I find it and begin
massaging her toward orgasm. I match the actions of my fingers to the
thrusting of our loins, pushing her closer and closer to a climax. I feel her
close around me even tighter and know she will come very soon.

Her climax is approaching rapidly now, and she pushes herself harder and
faster onto my cock. Plunging faster and faster into her body, I rub her clit
and press it against my pulsing prick. I feel my balls tighten as they get
ready to release their contents into her container. Faster and faster and
faster we move, until we reach our ultimate velocity. We simply cannot
possibly fuck any faster.

Suddenly, there is no turning back. My prick extends as far as it can into
her, my balls tighten and spray the first jet of cum into her box. Her orgasm
hits as she feels my cum paint her interior walls. The timing is incredible.
With each pulse of my prick I can feel the grip of her walls as we attain a
simultaneous orgasm.

As I deposit the last of my cum into her depths, my legs weaken. It is only
because of our position that I do not fall flat on my face in the shower.
Holding her closely, I continue to press her loins against mine as our orgasm
fades into memory.

Reluctantly, I remove my prick from her and allow her to stand. She turns to
face me and we embrace. The once-warm water begins to cool, but it does
nothing to quell our passion. Her hand reaches for my dwindling cock and she
gently squeezes and strokes it. For the time being, I have nothing left to
give her, but that does not diminish the pleasure I feel as she rubs my rod.

Realizing the water will not be getting any warmer, we wash each other
somewhat quickly, pausing to pay special attention to the “good parts”. We
turn off the shower and step into the room. She grabs a couple of towels and
heads for the bedroom. I take the drinks and follow closely behind.

We dry ourselves as we sip our whiskey sours. Once dry, we wrap the towels
around our bodies and lie down on the bed. I move close to her and cradle her
head on my shoulder. As we lie there, finishing our drinks, we talk.

“It’s really nice here the woods”, she says. “Quiet, peaceful, romantic”.

“Yes, it is,” I reply. “It’s just what we needed – some time alone – to
rediscover ourselves.”

“And what have you discovered?” she asks.

“I’ve discovered what I knew all along”, I answer, “I’ve discovered that I
love you, that I love making love to you.”

“Must be something in the water”, she teases, and we both laugh at the double
meaning of the statement.

As we laugh, the towel loosens around her. Her breasts peek out from the
edges of the towel. They are beautiful breasts; soft yet firm, nicely rounded
and full. Centered upon each mound is a circular brown aureole with a raised
nipple at the hub. I have always loved her breasts. I love to caress them,
to tease them, to suck on her nipples and feel them grow in my mouth.

Her nipples are slightly erect as they pop out from beneath the towel, and I
cannot resist the urge to fondle and kiss her breasts. Her chest heaves as
first contact is made. She pushes her breasts up into my face.

I kiss the perimeter of each breast, working from one to the other, climbing
each mountain toward its peak. As my kisses reach the summit, her body begins
shifting on the bed, and I know I am arousing her once again. My lips climb
down the mountains and begin a trip south.

Traveling down from her breasts, I kiss a large circle across her chest and
stomach, pushing the towel out of the way with my face. Reaching the crest of
her forest, I move around the edges to her thighs. Slowly, I work my way
along the top of her thigh to the knee. At the knee I move two inches inward
and begin a return route toward the junction of her thighs. Skirting the area
once again, I move along the other thigh in a similar manner. Twice more I
take the trip along her thighs, each time approaching closer and closer to the
center of her body.

With each passing journey her body responds, pressing her loins up into my
face as I pass by. The towel lay completely open now, as though I have just
unwrapped a gift. And I have. Peering into the center of her thighs, I see
the glistening of her sex lips, moist with anticipation. They are an open
invitation to explore the nether region of her body.

I continue kissing and licking around the edges of her, slowly working my way
toward the central target. Her hips rise and fall, pushing up in search of my
teasing tongue. I dance away from her each time, only to return and tease
again. Finally, to satisfy her longing and my taste buds, I allow her hips to
place the target at my disposal.

She lets out a controlled moan at the first contact of lips on lips and pushes
herself into my face. Extending my tongue, I lap at her now dripping bowl and
begin probing her slit. Her response is to press her loins onto my tongue.

Using my tongue as a spoon, I drag it along the length of her opening and lick
her juices. I love the taste of her. I could spend hours at her deli,
sampling the delights of her fruit. If only my tongue were longer. Then I
could delve deeply into her and taste the source of her sweetness.

Long, luscious licks of her love box only serve to improve the quality of her
offering. The taste of her is driving me crazy. I begin an assault on her
clit in an attempt to make her release more of her honey. I jab at her clit,
rolling it on the flat of my tongue, dragging it along the full length of my
tongue. Probing the edges of her lips, pulling the hood of her clit with my
lips, again and again I attack.

Concentrating first on the deeper reaches of her vagina, I dip my tongue far
inside her. Then I withdraw to circle her clit and lick her sex lips. Lapping
and tonguing at her cleft, I continue to coax her toward a climax. Around and
around I drive my tongue, licking, sucking, teasing, rolling, tasting her
free-flowing juices. I want her to come on my tongue. I want to taste the
juice from deep within her. I want to feel her clit grow and her walls close
around my tongue.

Her breathing is rapid and I can feel her orgasm approaching. I tongue her
faster and faster, concentrating more on her clit, and she thrusts her body up
into my face. Her hips are tossing on the bed and I struggle to maintain
contact. Her hands go to my head to direct me for the final assault as her
orgasm hits.

Her body heaves as she climaxes in wave upon wave of satisfaction. Her hips
press upward onto my probing tongue and she releases the flood gates from deep
within her well. I continue lapping and licking at her, attempting to gather
as much of her juice as possible. I press my lips over her sex lips and suck
at her cup as her orgasm subsides. Finally assured her climax is complete, I
lick her inner thighs and her outer lips for any remaining sweetness. Her
sexual lips are swollen in a combination of desire and satisfaction. I gently
kiss them in thanks for their contribution to my taste buds and slowly begin
the trip back up her body.

Reaching her breasts, I softly suckle them and caress the fully-extended
nipples with my tongue. The hard tips poke at my tongue and I know I have
pleased her. Her breathing begins to return to normal and she softly sighs in
satisfaction. Her legs twitch in the afterglow of her orgasm and she presses
her thighs together as several aftershocks strike.

Arriving at her lips, I kiss her passionately and hold her closely. There
seems to be a glow over her entire body and a look of ultimate pleasure upon
her face. I am satisfied that I have done well.

I turn onto my back and lie next to her. Her mind clears and she raises up
onto an elbow and peers into my eyes.

“That was great!”, she says, “But what about you?” Looking down, she sees my
cock poking up under the towel. Reaching down, she gropes my tool through the
terry teepee. As she kisses my lips she pushes aside the towel, freeing my
pole.

Gripping my prick in her hand, she begins kissing my body. She elects to take
a direct route and works her way down my body in a straight line, crossing my
chest and stomach and arriving quickly at her goal. She tilts my prick up
away from my body and slips the head into her mouth. We groan in unison as
her lips close around the satiny crown of my prick.

She looks up at me with her soft brown eyes and begins feeding the shaft into
her mouth. More and more of me disappears, until her mouth is stuffed with my
hardness. Holding her lips tight around the shaft, she raises her head and
withdraws my cock. She strokes my throbbing cock and licks her lips as she
stares into my eyes.

“How’s that?”, she asks. “Do you like that?” (What a question!!)

“You bet!”, I reply, as my hard-on increases by two sizes.

She continues to stare into my face to see the pleasure as she opens her mouth
and devours my cock again. Once more she stuffs her mouth full of my cock and
then withdraws it. Her tongue lashes out and she laps at the head, swirling
her tongue around and around the crown. She strokes my length and squeezes
the shaft. As she licks and kisses the head, her lips and tongue become
coated with my grease. Her eyes close as she licks my slippery cockhead and
her lips.

The sight of her enjoying my cock excites me even more and I begin pumping
through her hand. Her hand tightens around my cock to hold me still. Her
grip makes it clear this is to be her blow job, and I am not going to do
anything but enjoy it. Suits me just fine!

She holds my cock and licks along the shaft to my balls. Reaching the sac,
she tickles them with her tongue and strokes my shaft. She lifts my balls
with her hand and gently sucks them. In spite of our earlier encounters, they
seem to be full of cum again. Returning her attention to my cock, she again
licks her way along the shaft to the head.

Once again slipping my erect organ into her mouth, she begins a sliding motion
up and down my length. As her mouth engulfs my prick, her tongue wraps around
the shaft, working me into a frenzy. The combination of her saliva and my
juice allows my cock to slide back and forth between her lips with virtually
no resistance. She is no longer looking into my eyes, electing instead to
concentrate on the hard cock in her mouth.

My prick continues pistoning up and down between the oval of her lips and she
cups my balls, coaxing the cum from them. As I watch her head bob on my
prick, I feel the pressure building as I near eruption. I am just itching to
shoot in her mouth.

I always love it when she sucks me off, and I think she enjoys it as well. The
feeling of a hard cock gliding in and out of her mouth, back and forth over
her tongue; the knowledge that she is giving tremendous pleasure to the one
she loves; the same basic reasons (with a change of equipment) that I love
giving her head. She speeds up her actions on my member, releasing my balls
to devote full attention to my pending orgasm.

Faster and faster she plunges my cock in and out of her mouth, relying solely
on her lips and tongue to bring me off. She grabs my cock at the base to
keep it pointed straight at her mouth for the final attack. Her head becomes
a blur at my loins as she goes after my climax.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warn. I can no longer hold back the urge to assist in my
orgasm, and I begin thrusting into her warm mouth.

She feels my cock swell as it loads up to shoot. Having come twice tonight,
the first release is a gentle spurt, landing softly on her tongue. She holds
my prick lightly in her hand, almost as if she were taking my pulse. And, in
a way, she is – her fingertips can detect every convulsion of my erupting
cock; and each convulsion is followed by a squirt of juice that spreads across
her tongue. She milks the cum from my cock; sucking and squeezing the shaft
to pull it all from my balls.

In a matter of moments my orgasm is over. My prick begins to go limp in her
mouth and the cum stops flowing. She licks my cock clean and eventually
release my softening prick from her lips. Climbing back up my body, her lips
meet mine in another passionate embrace.

“Any chance of getting it up again tonight?” she asks, hopefully.

“I’d love to, but you have completely drained me.”

“That’s okay” she says. “We have all weekend. Let’s get some sleep.” She
lays her head on my chest and presses her warm body close to mine.

“All weekend” I think, “I don’t know if I can take it!”

You are lying on your couch, fully clothed. I kneel on the
floor next to you, one arm stretched across your stomach, my
eyes watching every detail of your face as we talk. I absently
move my arm and hand across your chest, enjoying the feel of
your muscles through the thin fabric of your shirt. I
slowly grow quiet as I listen to your voice and feel its
vibrations through your chest. My eyelids droop, and my eyes
begin to wander to other parts of your body. They travel
across your shoulder and down your arm. My fingers,
of their own volition, follow the path of my eyes to your
palm, which they gently raise to my mouth. I place your
hand on my face and hold it there, moving my head to feel
your palm, your fingers, travel across my face. I slowly,
reluctantly, relinquish your hand as I rise to stand
before you. As you watch, I slowly unbutton my shirt,
opening it only enough for you to catch a small glimpse of
the breasts hidden beneath. When the last button is undone,
my hands travel back up between my breasts, then across to
the outside in a swirling motion before pressing them firmly
together and up. My head falls back and my eyes close
momentarily, as I enjoy the feeling and the thought of your
gaze. After a few seconds I reach for the clasp of my bra
in the opening of my shirt. After releasing it, I slowly
slide my shirt and bra off of first one shoulder, then the
other, before lowering my arms and arching my back to allow
gravity to finish the task. My hands then slide back up
my torso to my breasts, which they massage slowly. Your
hand reaches to touch, but I catch it and kiss the palm before
pressing it to my breast. Before you have a chance to take
advantage of it, I place your hand firmly back on the couch
next to you.

As I watch your eyes on my body, my hands make their way to
my waistline, where they unbutton and slowly unzip my pants.
You catch a glimpse of black lace underwear before my hands
slide down my torso and under both pants and panties, forcing
them slowly over my hips and down my thighs. As I step out
of them, one hand travels back to massage a breast while the
other slides slowly up my thigh and across my pubic area before
pausing with my palm on my stomach. After the slightest pause
my fingers travel back down and between my legs to feel the
wetness there. After moistening my finger in my juices,
I reach down and sensuously brush it across your bottom lip.
Your mouth opens slightly with desire as you smell the musky
scent.

I glance down and notice you are having a hard time lying
still. Your hands move across your body and your hips move
involuntarily. The movement of your hips draws my gaze to
the great bulge in your pants, and I slide my hand down
across it, and between your legs. I lower my face to your
stomach, lifting your shirt slightly to expose a small
amount of bare skin just above your pants line. I bury my
face in your stomach, first kissing and licking, then rubbing
my face across your skin, enjoying the tickle of the hairs
peeking out of your pants. I slowly unbutton and unzip your
pants, releasing your pulsing cock only slightly because of
the briefs you wear beneath. As I push your pants aside,
I very gently nip along your cock, starting at the head and
working my way down to the base. Your hips move more
violently at this, pushing up off the couch to press your
cock firmly to my face. You groan with pleasure and I raise
my head to gaze at you, your head thrown back, your eyes
closed, your mouth open slightly. I pull the waistband of
your briefs down enough to expose just the tip of your swollen
cock, and I flick my tongue across it, lapping up the precum
that oozes out. I slide my hands down your hips and around,
under your pants. I pause to squeeze your buttocks before
continuing the downward movement that brings your pants and
briefs down to your thighs. As your cock springs free of its
confinement, it rivets my attention. I reach up to gather
your balls in my hand, and massage them gently before sliding
one finger firmly up your dick. It is followed by my palm,
which applies gentle but firm pressure before returning to
finish the job of removing your pants. I quickly slide your
pants down and off, enjoying the feel as my hands slide down
your bare skin.

I lick and suck the toes of one foot before slowly laying a
trail of kisses and small bites up the inside of your leg.
When I reach your balls I roll them around with my tongue,
licking them and sucking them as I inhale your smell. I
slide my tongue up the bottom side of your dick, applying
firm pressure until I reach the head, where I switch to very
light, quick, flicks. I slide my mouth over just the head
and suck gently while swirling and flicking my tongue all
around it. As your hips buck, I begin moving my head in a
stroking motion, taking your dick further into my mouth with
each stroke. I bring up one hand to massage your balls as
my mouth and tongue work on your cock. I feel your tension
mounting and suck hungrily in anticipation of your cum.
When you come I am ready, and I swallow quickly and continue
milking every last drop out of you until you are reduced to
a quivering mass, groaning with pleasure. Your cock begins
to shrink and I continue licking it very gently until you
beg me to stop. I softly kiss the very tip, then slide
my body up to press my lips to yours. Our tongues join and
you taste the faint salty flavor of your cum.

You are completely enervated, and I lie next to you, watching
your breathing slow, feeling your body relax. When I know
you have fallen asleep, I lower my head to your shoulder
and fall asleep with you.

You opened the door wearing a bulky sweater made of angora
red skirt and no shoes..you had just gooten home from work
a few minutes earlier.
“Hi!” I said entering the door..”you sure look beat”
“come here..let me relax you!”
with that i took your hand and led you to the bderoom.

“Stand here” i asked and slowly started to undress you.
i removed the sweater slowly..my hands running genlty
under neath it…up to your bra…stopping there for a minute..
must move up now as your nipples ar starting to harden..
“lift your arms please kitten” i breathed into your ear..
making the goose flesh stand up..

I slowly removed your bra..running my nails gently over your breats
and nipples feeling them harden with desire…you turned your head
to kiss me…your mouth open, inviting..tongue moist…
“slow down kitten….wait.” i breathed into your ear again,
just touching the outer edge with my tongue.

i run my hands down your sides to your hips….thumbs hooking
into to the top of your dress and your panties…pulling
them down..down past the moist mound of pubic hair…down
past your pussy lips…i stop to inhale your scent.
“mmmmmmmmmm very sweet..I must taste” my long tongue
flicks out and brushes the hair just above your clit..
“OOOOOOOO” comes out of your mouth…you try and reach for me..
“not yet kitten” i breath out slowly…..”not yet”

i take you by the hand and lay you down on the bed..face down.
“where is that flavoured rubbing oil i bought?” i wonder out aloud.
“Oh here it is..” i open the bottle and pour some onto the base of your
neck, moving your long hair out of the way…

i start to massage..first your neck….then your shoulders
then your arms…then your back…mu palms pressing firmly,
fingers working the skin…now down to the small of your back….
now around your perky ass……down to the thighs….
“open a little kitten” i ask….”thats enough!”
i start on the thighs…then the inner thighs….down to the knees
then the calves….the ankles and the feet…
working on the feet….licking and kissing your toes…first the one
foot then the other…..now starting to work back up….the same way i
worked my way down….stopping only to run my finger nails along the inner
thighs over your pussy and down the other side….doing it a few times.
now back up to your shoulders..

“roll over kitten, time to do the front!”
you roll over, eyes galssy with desire…
” i want you!” you manage to get out between breaths
“not yet lover” I said as i pour more oil at the base of your neck.
“wait I’m not done yet!” i say with a wide grin andi run my tongue over my lips…..making them moister..”mmm i can still taste you on my lips”

i start to massage your neck…then your shoulders then your breasts
which seem to leap out at me….wanting me to knead them..playwith them
your nipples are pointing straight out like an accusing finger…just asking to be chewed on…sucked on…and ofcourse i must oblige…..

your are now purring like a pride of lions……
you reach for me again….”not yet kitten” i say “not yet”
my well oiled hands or now massaging your breasts and nipples…
now the underside…..down to you tummy….hips…….pubic mound..
the inner thighs…i lean forward to give your clit a massage with my
tongue..” when i give you a full massage kitten” i say to you between licks
“i give a full massage”
you are purring even louder now…..i hope the neighbours dont hear!
i stop and continue massaging down your legs…down to your toes..
i cam smell you very strongly now…you are dripping….
“please eat me” you yell “tongue fuck me NOW”
“not yet kitten” i say very very pleased with myself

i hold your hands and lift you up, and lead you to the shower.
nice and hot!!! and i use the big sponge that i bought..
lots and lots of suds…and bubbles…

soaping you all over…….your eyes are glazed with deisre..
good just what i wanted and you grab me and kiss me very very
deeply…..”let me get undressed first” i mumbled thru your lips

you let go and i grab o towel and put it around you..
we go back into the bedroom….you sit on the bed
and watch me get undressed..your eyes making love to every
part of my flesh as it becomes visible….
your eyes become wide when you see the state of my hardon,
hard as nails….
i remove my pants…
your run your tongue over your lips as you see moisture.

i finsh drying you….i sit on the edge of the bed and tell
you to sit on the floor between my legs with your back to me.
” i must brush your hair dry!” i say as i pick up the brush
and start to brush your hair…but you look at me with a little
sparkle in your eye and i am not sure what it means…but i’m sure
i will find out soon enough..

you feel your hair and it is almost dry…
you spin around…placing your hands on my hairy chest
and push me flat on the bed…holding me down…
you bend your head…tongue flicking out…and move in what seems
like the kill..
your tongue is all over my hardon….teasing it…rubbing it
now around my testicles….”YESSSSSSSSSSSSS” i scream
“YESSSSSSSSSSSS!”
i do not see your other hand reaching for the brush….
THUMP THUMP right on my ass..”that will teach you!”
you say before you return to work where you left off
and i reach a shuddering orgasim..which you suck
greedily…………

“Come here kitten…its your turn” i can just barely manage
to say.

Allen had always been a good friend of hers, but she had preferred to keep
it at a friendship level. When mutual financial circumstances had made
sharing an apartment seem like a very good idea, she had proclaimed to the
rafters that the ONLY thing they would share would be the bills. Allen had
agreed good-naturedly, as usual. For six months and more, it worked out just
fine. They respected each other’s privacy, always one managing to find
something to do elsewhere when the other brought home a date, etc. They grew
closer, almost like brother and sister. Consummating this relationship almost
seemed like breaking a taboo.
But happy-go-lucky Allen had never noticed the sidelong looks Janet
sometimes snuck at him. At the curves of his well-muscled chest and the bulge
in the tight fitting jeans he sometimes wore. To put it nicely, he was built
like a brick shithouse. And she was sure she had caught him looking at her
the same way more than once, though he always pretended to be looking at
something else instead. But no words were ever said about them, that barrier
never breached.
But now old shit-for-brains was out of her life for good. And she lay in
the darkness empty, lonely, and horny as hell.
She tossed and turned on top of the covers in the stifling heat, clad only
in panties and a long T-shirt. Her mind tossed and turned even more
violently, tormented by her aching need for a man and the maddening closeness
of one. And the fear of disrupting a fine friendship.
The need won. She sat up on and slowly pulled her T-shirt off. Her nipples
were fully erect and incredibly sensitive. The cotton fabric of the T-shirt
felt like sandpaper against them. She got up and pulled her panties off,
which joined the shirt in a pile at the foot of the bed. Completely nude, she
felt curiously free. The warm, stifling air in the room seemed to caress her
sensuously, exciting her all the more. Squaring her shoulders and biting her
lip, she gathered up all her courage and started for the door.
Dear roomie, she thought wryly, you’re in for one hell of a surprise.

She opened the door to Allen’s room slowly, careful of the squeaky hinge
at the bottom. She peered in.
Moonlight spilled across the bed from the open window at the far end of
the room. It was cooler here, but still quite warm. Allen lay on his back, a
sheet rumpled around his hips. He had stopped snoring, his breathing deep and
regular, as he deeply slept.
She crossed the room to his bedside, horrendously aware of her nakedness,
and feeling more than a little foolish. Stop this right now, her rational
mind ordered, go back to bed immediately before you embarass yourself beyond
all recall.
But the itch spoke with a much louder voice.
She knelt by his bed and placed a gentle hand on his arm. Softly she
whispered his name into his ear. No response. Dead to the world, as usual.
Not that she could blame him. He worked in construction, and that was very
hard work indeed.
She ran a hand along his arm, feeling the muscles there. Her gaze traveled
to the sheet. A sudden, mischevious thought occured to her, one that she
wouldn’t have even considered in the rational light of day. She grabbed the
sheet by one corner, and slowly pulled it down.
As she suspected, he wasn’t wearing shorts.
She gazed in silent wonder at his penis, laying to one side in its black,
curly tuft of pubic hair. It was… sizable, as she has always suspected from
the everpresent bulge he sported even when wearing loose pants. Hung, to put
it crudely. Even before she thought of it, she reached out to touch it.
She fondled it gently, feeling its limp weight. Allen remained oblivious,
fortunately. If he awoke right now, he’d explode, she thought. Then she
banished that thought to the back of her mind, where it belonged.
And then all thoughts dissapeared momentarily as his penis began to
stiffen in her hand.
She jerked back and watched in silent amazement as it grew, slowly,
jerkily straightening from its curved position to lay flat and hard against
his belly, pulsing slightly.
Wow, she thought, gazing upon the magnificent sight.
She listened to his breathing for a long moment until she convinced
herself he was still asleep. It was as if her need had somehow affected him
even in his sleep. She had fondled men’s penises before while they slept, but
this was the first time she had suceeded in getting a rise out of one.
Horrible joke, she thought giddly to herself as she reached for it again.
He was hard all right, hard as a rock. Almost absently she ran her thumb
along the smooth, silky shaft and she wondered what it must be like to carry
all of one’s equipment on the outside. With such easy access, no wonder men
were so horny all the time. She was certain she would be.
Allen had a magnificent cock, easily larger and heavier than her old
boyfriend’s. If he denied this to her, she would probably never be able to
sleep again. After all, it was the eighties. It was perfectly all right for
friends to have sex if they wanted to. And oh God, how she wanted to…
A low quiet moan escaped Allen’s lips, startling her out of her reverie.
His hips shifted slightly, then lay to rest again. Every instinct screamed
for her to get out, but she was rooted to the spot. No way could she leave
now. If she wanted any sleep tonight, she would have to finish what she
started. If he woke up, so be it. She was sure he wouldn’t object too
strenuously now. She hoped.
She shifted her grip on his cock lower down and leaned across his hips,
bringing her face closer. She stared at it for a moment and then stuck her
tongue out, touching the tip gently.
She knew from past experience with other men that a teasing touch would
jolt him, and probably awaken him as well. So she swirled her tongue around
the head of his cock, keeping full contact. She heard him moan again and then
sigh. Around and around she swirled her tongue, feeling the roughness on top
of the head, and the smoothness below. She ran it slowly along the smooth
hardness of the shaft, down almost to the base then back you again. She could
feel slight movement beneath her, as his hips began to move up and down in
slow rhythm.
She ran her free hand down her own stomach, to the mass of her pube, and
placed a finger up against the swollen knob of her clitoris, slowly stroking
it. At the same time, she plunged his cock into her mouth as deep as it would
go.
It filled her mouth completely, with a fair portion of its length left to
go. Her other hand cupped his balls, and she could feel them tighten as she
pulled the cock out of her mouth, sucking gently. Again and again she plunged
it in, and now she could feel definite movement beneath her as his hips began
slwoly pumping. She heard his breathing grow rapid, though he was still
wrapped deep within his dreams.
The itch, prodded by her manual stimulation, quickly grew into a tingling
then into a fire. Waves of sheer pleasure radiated from her groin and washed
over all parts of her body. Her nipples were electric, and she had to
suppress a gasp whenever they rubbed against the bed or his body.
His rapid breathing became low moans, and his hips moved more violently as
she suddenly detected a slight salty taste in her mouth. It won’t be long
now, she thought deleriously to herself, giving in to the raw, primal
sensations flooding her body.
His subconcious moans became gasps and she felt his balls clench in her
hand. His hips raised and locked as a long, half-stifled groan escaped him. A
fraction of a second later a huge amount of fluid shot into her mouth, which
she swallowed immediately. At the same time the fire in her crotch roared and
exploded once, twice, three times in a rapid succession that would have left
her gasping for breath had her mouth not already been occupied. She was very
glad she was already kneeling, as all strength had left her legs.
Slowly, Allen’s body relaxed as Janet drew back and leaned against the
bed, shivering almost uncontrollably. She was drenched in sweat. It was very
rarely she came twice like that, and three times was almost unthinkable. Her
whole body tingled and she knew she her muscles would ache tomorrow. Small
price to pay for such an incredible experience.
She looked up, fully expecting Allen to be looking back at her, but to her
total astonishment, the big dummy was still asleep! Her anger was quickly
smother by bubbling laughter, which she quickly stifled. It would be a shame
to wake him now.
His breathing had returned to its previous monotonous regularity, and his
erection was just beginning to fade. She leaned over one last time and gently
kissed it just below the head. Then she pulled the sheet back over his hips
like she found it.
Her legs were still wobbly and it took three tries to stand up. Her heart
jackhammered in her chest and she suddenly felt very, very tired. At the door
she turned and looked back, seeing him still framed in the moonlight.
Goodnight, my love, she said silently, if you’re this good now, what will it
be like when you’re awake?
She almost laughed at this, knowing full well that she had done everything
herself. But next time, though, next time…
Back in her room, she pulled the T-shirt on and collapsed on top of the
bed, exhausted. Contentedly she snuggled into her pillow and fell alseep
almost instantly, dreaming very pleasant dreams indeed.
The itch troubled her no more, though it soon would again.

Early next morning, she padded around the house bleary-eyed in her robe.
Allen emerged from his bedroom just as breakfast was ready, as usual. This
time, though, she felt no irritation about it. He was already dressed, as he
would have to leave for work as soon as he was finished. He seemed even
cheerier than usual, and fell to his breakfast with gusto, asking for seconds
and thirds. Finally he was in danger of being late when he got up from the
table. He grabbed his jacket and kissed her a quick peck on the cheek. Though
hurried, he paused at the open door for a second.
“You know,” he said, seemingly puzzled, “I had the damndest dream last
night.”
Then he pulled the door shut behind him, totally missing the smile she
wore…

As I swiveled my barstool around, getting a quick 360 of the
clientele, I realized there was a woman sitting next to me. A good-
looking brunette in a well tailored business suit. And unless I was
very much mistaken, she had been giving me the eye.

I turned around, and she was there all right, looking at me with
an expression I couldn’t quite fathom. “Rough day?,” she asked, and
I relaxed and moved into the “office work” routine with half my mind
while the other half tried to figure what she was looking for. She
was friendly enough, and I tuned back into our discussion just in
time to hear myself recommend a little Chinese place for dinner.

We ate at Yank Soo’s in one of the booths overlooking the river.
Separate checks, of course., She told me about life in the field of
accounting and how hard it was for a woman to get ahead in a male-
dominated area. We talked about college and career, and found a
mutual interest in old jazz. Turns out she had some early Blue Note
disks I had been looking for for years, so I asked about taping them
for my collection and she invited me to come over and give them a
listen first.

Her “little place” was a Victorian brownstone in one of the more
expensive neighborhoods. I pulled into the second bay of the two-car
garage since it looked like rain. She showed me into the music room
as she went to fix something to drink. I was impressed – her jazz
collection was something incredible, from rare Bird to just about
every Monk album ever released. I found the records we had discussed
and put one on the turntable, then sat on the couch and listened.
Cool, sweet, jazz – I closed my eyes and drank in the sound. At some
point in the first track she put a drink in my hand, and I sipped as
I listened.

The first track ended, and I opened my eyes to see her beside me
on the couch. Somehow, taking her in my arms was the easiest thing
to do, and when the second track began we just naturally rose to
start dancing. Her hands drifted down to the base of my spine, and
I became aware of the points of her breasts through the silk blouse
she wore. We turned so she was dancing with her back to me, moving
her hips back into mine. I cupped her breasts, and heard her sigh
as she leaned into me. She turned around, and as our dance went
on she unbuttoned my shirt, then removed it and my jacket. Next
to go was her jacket and blouse, and we danced through the next
solo with her hands inside the back of my pants.

“Come upstairs,” she breathed, running one hand between my
legs, and I didn’t have the will to resist her. She unfastened
my pants there in the music room, leaving me in shorts alone,
took off her bra, and kissed me long and deep, my hands roaming
over her back and down farther. She led me up the stairs, one
hand in my shorts, and opened the door to her bedroom. There was
a large bed there, a music system equal to the one downstairs,
and a low metal Sixties-style bench with a fur seat by a curtained
wall. She asked me to sit on the bench, and as the music from
downstairs continued, used her own fingers to bring her nipples
into proud erection. “Kiss me,” she said, offering a ripe tit,
and I copperated, drawing it into my mouth with lips and tongue.
“Harder,” she moaned, and I used my teeth and tongue, feeling it
become stiff and swollen. She pulled away, then offered the other
breast for the same treatment. Shen she pulled away this time,
her face – indeed her whole upper body – was flushed. She beckoned
with one finger, and I came to her to slip her skirt off, revealing
a black pair of crotchless panties. I slipped a finger between her
thighs, finding that she was already warm and wet.

She asked me to turn around, so I did so, facing the bench and
wall as she draged my shorts down, my penis spring free to smack
audibly against my belly. I felt her hands move down my legs, and
then a clicking sound. I looked down to realize that she had just
fastened a set of fur-lined cuffs around my ankles and snapped them
to the bottom legs of the bench. She pushed me forward, and as I
fell she grabbed one arm, then the other, fastening them similarly
to the other end. I began to appreciate the design of the bench
in a different light now. The seat of the bench ran from just
below my neck to just above my waist, then the bench legs went out
at an angle, leaving me open to the air from the belly button to
mid-thigh. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could still
smell her private aroma, and that maintained my flagging erection.

She slid a footstool beneath my chin, lifting my head so I could
see the slit in her panties and smell the juices that were already
gathered there. As she slid forward, I stretched my tongue out to
meet her, finding her hot and wet inside. She gripped my head as
I kissed and licked, and ran trails with her nails around my ears,
the back of my neck, my armpits, each nail leaving a trace I could
feel as clearly as reading a map. I felt something toying with the
head of my penis — she had stretched her legs and gripped me with
her toes. Now she pulled slightly away from my face, and I had to
stretch my head and tongue to reach her, as she braced her hands on
my shoulders and began working me with her feet. I could not hold
off, but as I began to shoot I felt her begin her own spasms around
my tongue.

She bent her knee, bringing one foot onto the stool, her toes
between my face and her pussy. “Suck,” she commanded, and despite
some misgivings I did, mingling the acrid taste of my own fluid with
the heavy smell of her juices. She buried my face inside her pussy
again, and I licked and nibbled until she was satisfied. She arose,
moving to my nether end, and I heard a buzzing sound, then felt a
vibrator moving over my thighs, between my legs, between my cheeks.
She parted my cheeks and I felt her finger work its way into the
opening there, moving in and out until I relaxed. Then her finger
was replaced by something thicker that went in until my muscles
clamped around a narrow portion. She ran the vibrator over the end
of the plug, and the sensation was so intense, that to my surprise
I found myself becoming erect again.

She unhooked the cuffs from the bench, and helped me to stand
erect, taking me in a full body kiss, tongues fighting for space,
then sliding slowly down my body to taste and tease my nipples as
I cupped and squeezed her full breasts. Each move I made caused the
plug to wiggle, making my erection bob and jerk against her. “Poor
baby, we’ve been neglecting you,” she said, and sank to her knees
to engulf me in the moist cavern of her mouth. I closed my eyes and
stroked her fine hair as her tongue and lips worked their magic on
me, all the while her fingers were pinching, caressing and stroking
my thighs, cheeks, genitals. My breath was coming ragged as she
held me on the edge of erupting.

She pulled away, holding me in her hand as she led me to a
curtained wall, then drew the curtain aside to reveal a large metal
frame with D-rings at the corners. She backed me up and attached
my feet to the corners, spreading my legs to do so, then kissed and
licked her way up my body, finally lifting my arms and hooking their
cuffs to the top corners of the frame. By now she was riding on top
of me, rubbing her labia around my aching member, her breasts hot
against my chest.

She moved her head down to kiss and worry my nipple, then made
me gasp as she clipped something to it. She repeated the treatment
on my other nipple, then slid down and wrapped her breasts around
my erection, bring it up harder (if possible). Now she attached
some sort of clamp to the skin just below the head, with a weight
attached to the clamp. The weight magnified every movement I make.
As she stepped away from the frame, my attention wavered between the
growing pain at my nipples, the constant reminder of the anal plug,
and the self-jerking action of my cock. Her face was radiant as she
watched me quiver.

She asked me, “What would you like first?,” but I could not
give her an answer. Remove the clips? Take me into her mouth?
Unhook my arms? She chuckled at my indecision, then went to the
side of the frame, unhooked a bar, and swung the frame out, now
perpendicular to the wall. “You’ll like this, I think” she said,
scraping her nails up my ass cheeks, wiggling the plug to draw a
low moan from me. She took the weight and fastened it to the anal
plug, so every motion I made was now reflected.

I heard her step away, then I could not hear her at all. My
nipples felt on fire, and all the squirming I could manage in that
frame would not budge them. But all that movement did shake the
weight and move the plug, making my aching erection harder. Where
did she go? I began to worry how long she was going to leave me
and finally yelled “Hello? Where are you?” I got my answer as my
ass exploded in pain. Whack! Whack! She had re-entered the room
quietly and now was strapping my ass. I cried out from the shock,
her only response more laughter. Every jolt of the strap seemed
to run from the base of my ass cheeks to the head of my erection.

When she finally stopped the spanking, I thanked her in relief,
asking what she wanted from me. “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?,”
she answered, “Oh, silly me, you have all these tight muscles that
need to be loosened.” She began stroking my ass, her palms cool
relief against my abused flesh. She started moving the anal plug
in and out, fucking my ass with it while the attached weight pulled
my cock up and down in return. The sensations finally overwhelmed
me, and without her ever touching my cock directly I came, long and
hard, in spasm after spasm, her fingers continuing to move until I
was slumped boneless in the frame. I barely whimpered at the pain
when she removed the clips, then released me from the frame.

Eventually I gathered the strength to get dressed – she had done
so already and had coffee brewing down in the kitchen. We shared a
cup together in silence. As I got up to leave, she said “We really
must get together again.” The thought was tempting, but thinking
of my wife, I declined. “No, I really think we must” she said more
firmly, and handed me a photograph.

I hadn’t noticed a camera at the time, but the photograph was
clearly recognizable as me, naked in the frame, nipples clipped,
face locked in a rictus of pleasure, strands of semen flying in
the air. “I have your number,” she said as I left.
I think she does.

It didn’t take very long before we managed to make “direct” eye
contact with each-other. Her stiff nipples were making it difficult
not to look at her large and well-shaped `tits’, which strained her
bra as they pushed-out there, wanting to be “free”.. As the air-
conditioner was keeping the place very cool, no-doubt the effect it
was having on the ladies was very “revealing” to the men who were
there, as four out of five women had nice nipple erections.. So,
I did my best not to “look away” the next long glance we shared, and
motioned for her to join me at my table…which she did.

“Hi! I’m Patricia!”, the nervous voice said as she sat at my
table. I introduced myself, and was pleased that she wasn’t lighting
up any cigarettes in her nervousness, which rapidly abated as we spoke.
I finally said “listen, this place is really pretty noisy, why don’t
we go someplace where we won’t have to shout at each-other?” She said
“c’mon, I know of the perfect spot..” I followed her out the door,
walked her to her car, and followed her off in mine. The other spot was
a short distance away, and we met at the door, walking in as a couple.
Everybody knew Patricia there, and she politely introduced me to the
very attractive waitresses, who “winked” at her as we found a booth to
sit in..

We spent most of the evening just talking, getting to know about
each-other, when I felt it was time to “leave” before we got too in-
toxicated to legally drive. I felt pretty safe leaving my car there,
so we piled into hers, and headed to her place. We hadn’t gone more
than about a block or two, when at a traffic signal, Patricia leaned-
over, said “if I don’t kiss you pretty soon, I’m going to go crazy!”,
and proceeded to offer up her full, luscious mouth to me. I kissed
her passionately until one of the driver’s behind us, began to honk
the horn, telling us to get a move on, the light had changed.. We
laughed as we broke the kiss, and drove to her house..

Once inside the house, Patricia led me straight back to her
bedroom….not wanting to go through any preliminary stuff on her
living-room couch. As I was very “horny” by this time, and had been
beginning to wonder just how we’d be “in-bed” together, when she went
into her bathroom to “slip into something comfortable”, I proceeded to
get “naked” and got under the covers of her rather large and very
comfortable water-bed….which was unlike others which I’d slept on.
This one didn’t “slosh” or “sag” when you got into it, it just ever
so gently moved, as if filled with thick, warm `oil’…

When Patricia finally came from the bathroom, she was wearing a
sexy `black’ teddy, with “crotchless” panties, which revealed her
very pink and wet cuntal lips, as she sexily came over to join me
on the bed. Her body was so well-tanned, the contrast of the pinkness
inside her, against the nice brown body, was “electrifying”, and
when she lay down, she propped-up one leg to afford me a nice view
of that juicy, fragrant vagina of hers…..which was very ready for
whatever I wanted to put into it for her… Patricia had freed one
of her large, nicely shaped `tits’ and was pushing the nipple up to
her mouth, looking straight into my eyes as her pointy tongue drew
tiny swirls around the aureola, making small goose-bumps on it. Her
nipple was “fully erect”, looking like a nice cute “pink” pencil
eraser, pointing up towards her caressing tongue… Her other hand
went down to her crotch, as she lay on her side, and deftly moved
the panties away as her fingers slipped between her nether lips..
Watching them come-out, all “gooey” with her juices, as she massaged
her mons veneris in gentle, lazy circles, was very “stimulating”, as
my dick began to rise and “throb” it’s appreciation.

“AAHHHHH!!!”, moaned Patricia as her fingers found her tiny,
pink `clitoris’, which had poked it’s delicate shaft out of the
folds of it’s protective hood.. I looked closely at the pearly tip
of her shiny and lubricated clit, and heard her “gasp” loudly as
I reached down and gently touched her there, barely making any real
contact with that precious pearl.. I then reached down to my cock,
which had a large, clear drop of shiny seminal fluid forming on the
tip, and put this on my fingertip. Then, I slowly put that sperm
onto her anxious clitoris, mingling with her cuntal juices… She
watched intently as I massaged my sperm into the tiny shaft of her
sensitive love bud..

“OOOOHHHHH BABEEEE!!!!” she moaned as I ever so gently massaged
her pussy for her. “OHHHHH YEAHHHH!!!!That’s IT!!!” she sighed as
I pushed my finger deep and swiftly into her seething hole. I was
surprised at how “tight” her cunt muscles were, as they tried to
clasp my finger as if it were a penis…..her hips moving forward
to allow me full access to her now soaking-wet vagina… Her fingers
found my throbbing prick, as I finger fucked her, the stroking matching
the rythm of my probes into her snatch. “OHHHH!!! What a nice, hard
cock, so beautiful, so strong!!!” she exclaimed, as she masturbated me
to a rock-hard erection. I moved over to kiss her, and said, in-between
each kiss “God…where’d you get such a fantastic body from, lover???”
She answered “this body is ACHING to feel yours on-top of it, thrusting
deep into it!!!” So, without further ado, I positioned myself between
Patricia’s muscular, long legs, and let her guide my eager pole into
her juicy cunt….first rubbing just the tip against her clitoris as
she began to buck up and down under me…her hips making fucking move-
ments even before I’d entered her. Finally, when I really couldn’t
stand the sweet torture of feeling her wetness, and not sinking deeply
into her, I pushed my hips forward, tightening my buns, and my dick went
right “in”, smoothing-out the folds of her lust-slickened cuntal channel.
“OOOOHHHHHHH YEAAAHHHHHH!!!!!” she cried out, as I rammed it in all the
way to her womb.. “CREAM MEEE BABEEE!!!!!” she shouted; “REAM ME AND
CREAM MY CUNT WITH THAT HARD COCK!!!!!” The “spasms” inside Patricia’s
pussy were so “intense” that they nearly knocked me out, as I pumped my
shaft in and out of her. “AHHHHHH YEAAAAA!!!!” she sighed, as I moved
my buttocks in circular motion, swirling my searching, throbbing meat
into every last fold of her tight vagina…”AHHHH YEAAA!!!” “AHHHH!!!
AHHHHH YEAAA!!! OOOOHHHHH YEAHHHH!!!” she grunted, as I pistoned my
aching dick into her belly… “OHHHHHH YEA!!!!!! That’s IT!!!”
she cried..

Our sexual lust for each-other continued to “build” as we seemed
to be racing to some place, going somewhere frantically “in a hurry” as
we pumped and spasmed against each-other. Patricia was desperately
trying to get me as deep inside her as humanly possible, and had now
spread her legs wide…..pointed her toes as her hands held her calves
apart for me. This shifted her pelvis upwards, opened her so completely
for me, that my dick now made “direct contact” with the mouth of her
womb….the hard knot of her `cervix’ kissing my cock’s broad head on
each in-stroke… “OOOHHHHH BABEEEE!!! I WANT YOUR CREAM!!!! SHOOT IT
DEEP IN MEEEE!!!” she panted as I pumped furiously and ardently into
her tightness.. “GIVE IT TO MEEEE!!!!” she wailed, as I began to
fuck her as if trying to crawl deep inside her. There’s something
`base’ and `animal’ in having a woman imploring you, in those terms,
to “screw her”, as you’re dick is swelling deep inside her, getting
ready to spew forth it’s hot, molten gobs of thick, creamy sperm.
With Patricia’s toes “curling” as her `orgasm’ exploded inside her,
I pushed my hot, swollen prick into her tummy, and held it “deep” as
I planted my seed inside her….the bucking of my cock triggering
“spasms” of her clasping, hungry cunt… “AAAHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!!”
“THAT’S IT!!!!!!GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!!!!!” she yelled, her hands now
kneading my ass-cheeks as I pumped “thick” “hot” cream into her
wonderfully tight pussy…. The force of my own `cum’ nearly choked
me, as part of a `cry’ attempted to leave, but was stuck in my throat
as I just “grunted” into her mouth as we kissed….her snake-like
tongue now half-way down my throat….

Muscles “deep” inside Patricia held-tight and kept my dick from
retreating from her, even as I softened-up within her. The muscles
held the head of my cock, and refused to allow it to move backwards,
out of their tight goodness. With all the pent-up cream that I’d
pumped into her hole, Patricia’s pussy was absolutely `virgin’ tight
as I lay there, the two of us catching our breath as we just held
onto one another. Her legs were now wrapped around my lower back,
and as she was still “rocking” underneath me, moaning loudly, I knew
we were just “starting” to make love..

We “screwed” and “ate-each other” till morning. When I’d thought
we’d done “everything imaginable” a couple can do, she got onto her
hands and knees, and said “fuck my ass….I want you IN MY ASS!!!”,
…so I positioned myself on the floor, behind her, and put my now
very tired, yet “rock hard” cock, up against her juicy ass-hole, which
was slickened from sperm and cuntal secretions. It didn’t seem that
I was going to go in…..as she pushed back against me, but suddenly,
without warning, the entire length just “popped-in” and I was “in”
all the way up to my aching balls. “OOHHHH!” “AHHHHHH!!!” she
grunted, as I slowly worked my shaft “deep” into her bowels. Feeling
my cock so far up inside her butt, was really a “turn-on”, as the
ringlet of her anus clasped my slick and slowly fucking cock, going
ever so slowly “in-and-out” of her bottom. Seeing Patricia’s large
`tits’ swaying as she rocked back onto me, her head now down on the
pillows, her butt “straight up” at my invading cock….I knew that
there was no-way I could hold off on my cumming. When it was time,
I heard her “squeal” her `orgasm’, as she wriggled around on my dick,
and I pulled-out, her still “opened” ass hole gaping at the tip of
my cock, as I let the jets of thick sperm shoot into her spasming
anal opening….each glob of sperm that contacted the anal tissues
making her “moan” very “loudly”….some of the cream now running down
to the puffy outer-lips of her well-fucked cunt…

Once the last `jet’ of cum had squirted into her ass-hole, I
pushed my cock up against the creamed opening, and pushed it back
into her rectum…..pushing the thick sperm deep into her bowels,
making me “glide” right into her. “OHHHHH YEAAAAA!!!!!!!!” she
sighed, as I proceeded to continue to fuck her ass….reaching
forward to massage her pendulous titties… After her second
“mind blowing” orgasm with me deep in her butt, I pulled-out and
went to wash my cock, as I intended to fuck her vaginally again.
We “ate and fucked” each-other until `noon’, and finally, “fell
asleep” wrapped-around one-another. My right hand cupping her
pussy protectively as we “spooned”….

“Must be nice to be loaded,” I thought, placing a case of
Cheval Blanc beside the mixed case of Domaine de la
Romanie-Conti and Domaine Meo-Camuzet. $1900 worth of wine in
two cases. It was worth going the extra mile for customers
like these. The 25 minute drive was over in a flash; I’d made
it before and took a few shortcuts to avoid the construction
induced delays on the highway. I enjoyed the smell of freshly
mown hay as I traveled down the country road before turning
into the driveway of this most impressive home. Roger
Fontaine was a former NFL cornerback, a two time pro-bowler
who’d played for the Steelers in 3 superbowls before an
unfortunate injury to his anterior cruciate ligament ended
his career prematurely.

I parked next to a black Ferrari GTO in the spacious
driveway. What a machine, I thought, as I inspected an
automobile that cost more than my condo. Athletes’ salaries
are so insane, I mused.

I went up to the front door and rang the bell. Ferdinand,
the male servant, answered the door with the kind of
arrogance that only servants to the filfthy rich can muster.
“Is Mr. Fontaine in?” “No, sir, he’ll be out for the day. May
I help you?” “I have a delivery for Mr. Fontaine’s cellar;
two cases of wine.” “Oh, yes, the delivery entrance is around
back. I’ll meet you there.” And he turned to leave. I suppose
he wasn’t discourteous, but the cold detachment, the “I can
scarcely be bothered with you” attitude was really quite
grating.

I brought the car around to the rear entrance, and popped
the trunk. Grabbing the Cheval Blanc, I moved towards the door
when a movement in the pool area caught my eye. A gorgeous
woman was getting out of the pool. Must be the wife, I
figured. Ferdinand appeared presently and let me in. I took
the case down the stairs and put in on a large wooden table
in the cellar. I went back and got the other one, and placed
it beside the first. I looked about the cellar for just a
minute. Impressive. Verticals of a number of Bordeaux, some
prime vintages of burgundy, major california varietals.
Better than even my personal cellar, in sheer volume of
impressive wines. If nothing else, Fontaine had exquisite
taste.

As I got back to the top of the stairs, Mrs. Fontaine was
there. She’d put on a cotton wrap, but it really did little
to hide her beauty. I tried not to appear awestruck. “How
much do I owe you?” she inquired. “Nineteen-hundred and
seventy-five dollars,” I answered, almost apologetically.
She didn’t even bat an eye. Ferdinand supplied the checkbook.
“Thank you, Ferdinand. I won’t be needing you anymore today.”
“Very well, Madam. Good day.” And he left.

I couldn’t help but stare at Mrs. Fontaine. Her delicate
and feminine features were most alluring. Long chestnut brown
locks were pulled back in a pony-tail. I was close enough to her
to smell some very expensive perfume. Fortunately it was as
light and delicate as her beauty and not overpowering or
cloyingly sweet. I surreptitiously inhaled deeply, closing my
eyes. Exquisite. I opened my eyes to see her looking at me
with considerable amusement. I blushed deeply and wanted
nothing more than to get the check and disappear. “You like
that?” “Um, yes, it is a most delightful scent.” “It’s called
Jungle Gardenia.” She handed me the check. “Thank you very
much,” I blurted and turned to leave, but her hand touched my
arm and I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“It’s really quite warm out, could I offer you something to
drink?” Meanwhile, her feminine touch on my arm is setting
off deep primordial urges in my loins. “Um, sure,” I breathed
nervously. I thought to myself how utterly unsmooth I was
being. “What would you like? We have all sorts of wine, we
have beer, a full bar– Ferdy’s gone for the day so you’ll
have to fend for yourself. There’s wine in here,” she
drawled, indicating a half-size refrigerator. I chose an
alsatian riesling. “‘Screw?” I asked. “Um, I mean, corkscrew.”
There I go blushing again. “Sure, to both questions.” She had
the corkscrew in her hands. When I went to reach for it, she
pulled it away. She did this twice. Then I put my hand out,
palm up, and she put the corkscrew into it. I opened the
bottle without further ceremony, and filled the two Riedel
crystal glasses she had produced. I savored the bouquet of
the wine, inhaling deeply. I nodded and took a sip. Crisp and
lively and fully dry in the traditional alsatian style. Most
refreshing.

She put her glass down and before I knew it her arms were
around my neck. I was very nervous. Christ, if her husband
showed up I’d be leaving in a plastic sack. “Relax,” she
whispered reassuringly, “he won’t be back today. He’s off to
San Jose on business.” I put my glass down, put my arms
around her waist and asked her what on earth she wanted with
me. Her face clouded and she pouted for a second. “My sex
life is tremendously unsatisfying. I haven’t had a real
orgasm that I didn’t give myself in months, maybe years. My
husband is hung like a horse but he thinks that’s all there
is to sex. Foreplay is minimal when there’s any at all, and
he never, you know, eats me. So I never cum. I have to fake
it to save his ego.” “Wow, that was quite a mouthful. What
makes you so sure I’ll be any better?” She never really
answered. “Just shut up and kiss me you fool.”

Our lips met and it was electrifying. Our bodies melted
together and I ran my hands over her back as we embraced. Her
hungry tongue pushed its way into my mouth and our tongues
swirled together in a timeless oral pas de deux. Our collective
breathing deepened. Finally I broke the kiss. My initial
reservations were rapidly being consumed by the insatiable
fire of lust.

She grabbed her glass and took a sip. “Brilliant choice; I
love it.” She turned and walked away, to my extreme confusion.
She turned back, “Well come on!” I didn’t need to be told
twice! I grabbed the bottle and my glass and followed her. I
walked directly behind her, watching her graceful curves and
movements. She was rather feline, I decided, as I watched her
move. No doubt about it, this was one hot woman.

We went up the stairs to her bedroom. I began to relax and
enjoy myself. Here was a beautiful woman about to exchange
mutual carnal knowledge with me. Life could be worse! She sat
on the edge of the bad. “Um, Mrs…” “Veronique,” she
interrupted. “Oh, Veronique” I said, employing my well
developed french accent and noticing how she crinkled her
nose with enjoyment as she smiled when I said it, “you have
beautiful hair.” I stroked it, decided the ponytail was a
problem, and undid the bow which held it up. Her chestnut
locks cascaded over her shoulders. It was much nicer to touch
this way. I brought her head to my chest as I ran my hands
through her silky hair. She purred contentedly. I put my
glass on the nightstand, touched her face and brought our
lips together.

More electricity. Our mutual lust was spreading, growing in
strength and urgency. We devoured each other’s mouths. Hot,
sweet kisses here and there; tongues probing, tasting,
loving. I opened my eyes and her face was lightly flushed.
“My, but you’re an excellent kisser!” she exclaimed. “Oh, I’m
quite oral,” I laughed. Her eyes danced with anticipation.
Her hands flew to my shirt and deftly undid each button. She
put her hand inside and felt my firm pecs, gliding her hands
through the forest of chest hair and gently tweaking each
nipple in turn and then together. It felt so good. I took
another sip of my wine as she did this, then put the glass to
her lips and tipped it carefully. “Mmmm, that really is good,
isn’t it?” she inquired. I nodded.

I stood her up and removed her cover up. Her nipples poked
through the fabric of her expensive french bikini. I pulled
the top off, and her breasts stood proudly before me.
Perfectly formed, creamy white and firm, they were like
melons ripe for the taking. I caressed them softly, kneading
them gently, urging further nipple arousal. She whimpered
softly. “Your hands,” she whispered. “Tender touches…”
Her nipples were wildly erect now, virtually screaming for
some attention. I leaned over and licked over a nipple with
deliberate slowness. A tiny, feminine gasp escaped her lips.
I did the same to the other one. I stood, and grabbed the
bottle. I lay her on her back, and poured a few dribbles of
riesling over her nipples and breasts. I quickly kissed up
every drop. Her pulse quicked with every kiss and nibble. I
dribbled more. Kisses and licks swabbed up the wine, and the
occasional odd nip kept her off balance. “Oh my God, I can’t
believe how good that feels!” she squealed like a child.

I was getting almost dizzy, between the rush of blood into
my now aching penis and the alcohol in my bloodstream. I
pulled off my pants to release some of the pressure, and
dropped my underwear as well. I was now fully naked, with my
pulsing pole standing at attention. I skillfully hooked my
fingers under her bikini bottom, and slowly pulled it down to
reveal a well trimmed bush. As she spread her legs, I could
see her pink-brown lips were distended and glossy with
arousal. I kissed the top of her mound, and she tried to
bring her clit in contact with my tongue. “All in good time,
Veronique,” I teased. I wanted her frustration to continue,
for now at least. I refilled my glass, finishing the bottle.
I pulled the rest of the capsule off the top and held the top
in one hand as I toyed with her pubies with the other. She
was squirming now, so I leaned over and took a nipple into my
mouth and sucked- hard. Her vocalizations became less
intelligible, but the message was clear. She loved the way I
was playing with her.

After a few minutes, the top of the bottle was warm, and I
maneuvered myself so my cock was at her tit level. “Rub my
cock on your tits,” I instructed. Soon I could feel her ripe
breasts and hard nipples under my raging pecker. I spread her
legs apart and began running my fingers along her lips,
spreading the wetness around. She was getting quite charged
from all of this. I began to play with her pussy with the
slender wine bottle. Like many german wine bottles, those of
Alsace are long and tapered. I would soon put these
attributes to good use. I began rubbing her clit with the
bottle, then I went back down along her slit. She looked up
to see what I was doing, the sensations were so different
from anything she’d experienced. I leaned over and licked her
burning pussy with long up and down strokes. She shuddered in
pre-orgasmic bliss. I worked two fingers into her and
massaged her g-spot for a minute or two. Her excitement was
reflected in her expanding pussy. I slowly and carefully put
the bottle against her vagina and pushed steadily until it
started to go in. A cry from the other end of the bed made me
stop. “No! Don’t stop!” I began a careful in and out motion,
working the bottle in a little more each time. I got four or
five inches in, and the bottle was getting pretty big around
at that point. I didn’t want to stretch her too much. I
leaned over and after a few manipulations of the bottle and
some neck craning moments, I was able to tongue her swollen
clit. It took less than 10 seconds to push her over the edge.

She came, screaming, writhing, hot snatch pulsing around
the glass intruder. She was completely incoherent, thrashing
and moaning. I stopped licking her so she could relax, and
slowly slid the bottle out of her crack. She lay panting next
to me, but hardly finished. She rolled over on top of me and
began furiously sticking her tongue down my throat, tasting
her own juices on my lips and tongue. She was like a woman
possessed. Now she began biting and sucking my nipples, which
got them very sensitive, as I played with her firm breasts. I
was on the verge of blue balls at this point. I’ve had blue
balls more often than Papa Smurf, but that wasn’t going to
happen this time. She went down on me and slurped my bone
into her mouth. She was an accomplished fellatrix, that was
immediately apparent. Up and down, tonguing my balls, pushing
my legs apart and licking over my anus; I was quickly being
sent into orbit

She looked up at me, slyly, and took my balls into her
mouth while maintaining eye contact. It was intensely erotic
seeing her suck my nuts that way. With a plop they fell out
of her mouth and she began slurping on the purple head. Then
she did something I found extremely intense; she began
talking dirty to me with her mouth full of cock. She told me
how she loved sucking me off and how she looked forward to
tasting my hot cum. She kept it up for several minutes before
my eyes closed involuntarily and I braced myself for the
eruption. I began squirting hotly into her mouth; it was such
a powerful orgasm that the first spasm lasted about 3 seconds.
I must have spurted alot because she started choking.
Then the spasms came closer together as I proclaimed my
enjoyment. She kept up with it as best she could until I was
done. I was actually seeing stars, I was hyperventilating so
much. She wiped a few strings of cum off her lips, and lay
beside me.

She began running her hands over my chest and licking my
ear, and I never really got soft. She straddled me and her
hot muff slid over my turgid rod with silky smoothness. No
wonder her husband couldn’t hold it very long. She was
exquisite, she’d clench her muscles and milk my cock, then
ride more. I rolled us over so I could be on top. I had her
put her legs together so my cock slid directly over her clit,
then began pumping rhythmically. Our sounds together were a
symphony of love. Sweaty bodies sliding together, desperate
breathing, moaning and crying gave way to shrieks of pleasure
as we climbed the plateau. Her body became rigid then
quivered like a bowstring as she shot over the cliff.
Incomprehensible cries filled the air as I joined her in
a paroxysm of ecstasy.

We lay there together, enjoying the post-orgasmic
aftershocks. Nothing like servicing your accounts, I say.

First, Bob’s version…

Last summer, I had a rather interesting vacation experience.

My wife and I were attending an academic conference in Florida. I was
presenting a paper at the conference, so my University was picking up the
tab for me to attend the conference. The down side, of course, was that I
had to attend several of the meetings instead of getting the chance to
hang out on the beach. A small price to pay, I thought, for a free trip to
Tampa

We arrived in Tampa on Thursday afternoon. We were staying at a motel
separate from the main hotel/conference center where the conference was
being held. We had decided that a location closer to the beach would be
better, even though it meant that I would have to take a taxi to the
meetings several miles away.

We decided that we had only enough time to take a quick shower before
heading for dinner. Cindy, my wife, had brought along her sexy red dress
to wear ‘out on the town’, so she laid it out to wear that evening, and went
into the shower. Cindy is 29 and keeps herself in great shape. Her long
blonde hair is a fantastic turn on, and she runs several miles a day so that
her legs are firm and strong.

While she was taking her shower, I stepped outside our motel room onto
the balcony to get a view of the Gulf of Mexico. The view was spectacular.
Down below, I could see the swimming pool. I checked out all the girls
there, but I didn’t really see any beauties. This was mainly a family
motel, so it seemed like almost everyone was with their families.

As I stood looking out at the sunset, the sliding glass door of the room
next door slid open, and 2 guys about college age came out. Our rooms
were situated so that we would share the balcony. They were a bit
startled to see me standing there, I think. But anyhow, they just smiled a
polite ‘hi’ and began talking to each other.

“I can’t believe we picked this stupid motel for our great ‘bachelor’s last
vacation’” said the taller one, with black hair.

“Really!!” exclaimed the blonde. “There isn’t a single good looking woman
within 2 miles of this motel. So much for our fantasies of Florida bikinis,
huh?”

Just then, an enormous middle-aged mother waddled out into the pool area
and started yelling… no, screaming… at her kids. The guys just looked at
each other and sighed.

They continued talking for a few minutes, and then turned to me and
started a polite conversation. They asked me about myself, and I
explained about my wife and I being in town so I could attend the academic
conference. I could see their eyes glazing over as I spoke, and I could tell
that they had written my wife and I off as just another middle-aged
couple. (I am 37, so they probably assumed that my wife would look like
the lady screeching down by the pool.)

They then began to tell me about themselves. They had both just recently
graduated from college in May, and they were both planning to get married
near the end of the summer and start to work. They had arranged things
with their fiancees so that they could have one last big road trip before
the weddings… they had planned (secretly, of course, their fiances would
never have agreed ) to spend their time in Florida chasing after the college
girls who would be covering the place up.

Unfortunately, they had seriously miscalculated the location of the
eligible women in the state of Florida. Where ever they *were* that
summer (they told me in an exasperated tone of voice)… they *were not*
at this particular motel, or anywhere near there.

Even worse, they had to leave the very next morning. So it looked like the
whole vacation was a bust for them.

Just then, our conversation was interrupted by my wife’s entrance from
inside the room to the balcony. She was wearing her red dress, and was
looking HOT. The instant I looked up to see her coming toward me on the
balcony, she was flipping up her hair to put in her earrings. Something
about the gesture was so incredibly sexy… I felt my dick begin to slightly
(ever so slightly) stiffen at the sight.

I looked over at the guys and, to tell you the truth, they were shocked
speechless. Here they were, lamenting the lack of beautiful women
anywhere around, and this perfect specimen of womanhood walks onto the
balcony…

As for Cindy, she just looked over at the guys and batted her eyes in a very
flirtatious way. She likes to tease, see. That is how we met in the first
place. She has always been very hot to look at, and she is the sort of
woman who adds to her own beauty by using lots of sexy gestures.

I introduced myself (Bob) and my wife, Cindy to the guys. I was about to
introduce the guys to Cindy, and I realized that I had forgotten their
names. Luckily, Allan, the tall one with black hair, introduced himself and
his friend Tony, who was shorter and had blonde hair.

I excused myself and went to take my shower. Cindy said that she would
just wait outside and talk to our new neighbors while waiting for me.

In the shower, I started to fantasize. I didn’t really have a clear picture
of my plan at the time, but I just started imagining Cindy getting fucked
by both the young men. I had always had a fantasy about watching her
going wild with some other man, and the conversation with the two guys
on the balcony, and the look in their eyes when they saw her, were just
enough to get my imagination going. As my dick grew harder in the spray
of the showerhead, I began to hatch my plan.

I thought it would be cool to have a bit of ‘fun’ with the guys. I don’t mean
that I wanted Cindy to *actually* fuck the guys… she would probably never
go for that. She is a flirt, but I don’t think she would actually do anything
that wild. So what I planned was very simple… I would get Cindy to ‘tease’
the guys mercilessly. She would enjoy the ‘challenge’… they would enjoy
the ‘anticipation’ and they would get over the disappointment of NOT
getting to have her eventually… and I would get material for fantasies to
last for years.

I finished up my shower quickly and dressed to go out to eat. I didn’t know
exactly what my next move would be, but I knew that I had to get Cindy
alone to set up the plan *before* we left for the restaurant. I knew that
if we left the guys alone, they would probably go out to a bar and meet
some girls to bring back to the motel… thus making any ‘tease’ impossible.
Anyhow, since they were leaving the next morning, we probably wouldn’t
get to see them again even if they struck out once again.

When I stepped out onto the balcony, I was surprised to see that the guys
weren’t there. My heart sank, and I thought that my plan had failed even
before it had begun. But Cindy quickly reassured me when she said that
she had asked the guys to come along for dinner with us, and that she
hoped I didn’t mind. I just chuckled and calmly said that no, I didn’t mind,
and that it might be fun.

The guys had gone inside to get dressed nicely for the evening out. I took
advantage of the opportunity to let Cindy in on the details of Allan and
Tony’s troubles. She had to stifle a laugh when she heard about it. Then I
broached the topic of my plan.

“Why don’t we have a little fun and tease Allan and Tony?” I said.

“What do you mean?” she replied.

I explained to her what I meant. She could flirt with them outrageously
all evening… and get them really really worked up, just to see them
squirm… just for laughs.

She thought it was a great idea. I think that the idea of getting these two
young men hot for her turned her on in a way. Like I said, she always has
been a flirt of sorts. And I think she knew that I would get an ego boost
out of knowing that I, a nearly 40 year old, could be married to a wife who
could attract these young studs.

We laughed together quietly, and I could see her eyes sparkling. I wondered
what she had in mind, and figured that I would find out soon enough.

Finally, the guys came out onto the balcony and said that they were ready
to go. We all went out through our room and got into their car. We didn’t
have a car, remember, and had planned to take a cab.

Their car was a relatively spacious rental sedan. I don’t even remember
what kind of car it was… some boring thing from Detroit. But my mind was
racing, and I had an idea. I pretended that I had been thinking about buying
one of these, and asked if I could sit up front with Allan while we rode to
the restaurant. I knew that if Cindy were sitting alone with Tony in the
back, she would have a better opportunity to get his attention than if she
and I sat in the back of the car together.

We got in the car and took off. I couldn’t really see anything in the back. I
glanced back at Cindy, and she just smiled at me. I was hoping that she
hadn’t forgotten our plan and that she was stretching out her long legs for
Tony to see.

The restaurant we had picked was some miles away. We drove away from
the brightly lit beach area onto a relatively lonely road. The road ran
through a forest area to an undeveloped little section of the Gulf front,
where the boats came in. I had heard that this restaurant, where the food
was fresh off the boat, was the best around. Allan and I made small talk
in the front seat, and Cindy and Tony were silent in the back.

When we got to the restaurant, I jumped out of the car quickly to open
Cindy’s door. I always try to be a gentleman, even if such behavior is out
of fashion these days… I was just raised that way, I suppose. When I
opened the door, I got a real eyeful of Cindy’s legs! She had apparently sat
down ‘innocently’ in a way so that her dress was pushed way up on her
legs! I smiled to myself as I realized that she was working the plan
perfectly.

The restaurant was good. Not great, as I had been hoping, but good The
food was only acceptable. Oh, well, I guess you can’t win them all. But if
the food was just o.k., it was more than made up for by Cindy’s behavior
She was driving us all nuts with her flirtations. A couple of times, the
guys got a sort of concerned look on their face… I guess they were afraid
that I would get mad or something.

Cindy had unbuttoned her dress in the front just a little bit… just enough
that we could easily see her breasts peeking through. On top of that, she
steered the conversation toward sex. She did it so skillfully, that I didn’t
even realize we were on the topic until we were each telling about our
‘first time’… I guess that since I had sex on the mind so much, it didn’t
take much to get me on the topic.

Cindy was drinking quite a bit with dinner. I held back some myself,
because I didn’t think it would be good for us BOTH to get drunk in front of
total strangers. The conversation shifted from ‘first times’ to sex
fantasies. The guys confessed their plans for this weekend vacation.
When it was my turn, I made a relatively lame confession of a fantasy
about having a student come on to me for grades. Then it was Cindy’s turn
and she really knocked us out!

“You know what my fantasy is?” she began. “I have always fantasized
about having sex with both my husband and someone else at the same time.
Something turns me on about the idea of having two men want me at the
same time.”

Then she asked what we all thought of that. I played my part in the game
by saying ‘Well, it would have to be with the right guy, of course.’ They
guys teased Cindy back a bit by asking if she would consider having *2*
guys with her husband. Then they both admitted that they had fantasized
about both having sex with a girl, but said that they probably would never
get the chance.

Cindy was really tipsy by now, and really playing our flirt plan to the MAX.
She just laughed and said “Hey, boys, you just never know when the right
chance my come along…” She licked her lips and seductively took a sip of
her drink.

We quickly left the restaurant. This time, Tony drove us back and I sat in
the front. This left Cindy and Allan in the back together. As we started
out on the trip, we all continued talking loudly, but after a few minutes I
noticed that only Tony and I were talking. I smiled to myself and thought
that Cindy must have pulled the trick with her dress on Tony. I could just
imagine Tony back there gaping at her legs, and her just staring straight
ahead and smiling.

We went straight back to the hotel then, since I had to get up pretty early
to go to my meeting, and the guys were planning to get an early start on
the road in the morning. We decided that we would have a quick drink on
the balcony and then go to sleep.

Cindy and I went into our room, and the guys said that they would meet us
on the balcony in a few minutes, with some mixed drinks.

As soon as our door was closed, even before I could get the light turned on,
Cindy attacked me and gave me a passionate kiss. I leaned her back
against the wall and started to grind into her gently. I took my hands
down to the edge of her dress and reached underneath. She moaned as I
moved my hands upward to reach inside her panties.

You can just imagine how my hand jumped when I encountered her bare
pussy hairs She wasn’t wearing any panties! I smiled and asked her
where her panties were… she said that she had taken them off at the
restaurant when she went to the restroom… to make her feel more horny…
to make the plan go all the better.

I smiled. I moved my hands back up to her pussy and pushed one finger
slowly inside her, rubbing on her clit. She was so sopping wet that my
finger slipped right in… the feeling was incredible. I started moving my
finger in and out of her slowly while kissing her neck.

She interrupted me and reminded me that we had to meet the guys out on
the balcony. “The fun is just beginning,” she said. I had to go to the
restroom, so I told her to head on out and that I would be out in just a
minute.

I went to the restroom. I was only in there for just a few minutes, I
know, because I was in a hurry to get back to the action. So I know that
things must have moved pretty quickly while I was in there.

When I came out of the restroom of the hotel room, I turned out the
restroom light. This left our room in total darkness. In contrast, the
balcony was flooded with light from Allan and Tony’s room. What I saw
going on there will keep my fantasy life in shape for the rest of my life.

All three of them were standing on the balcony facing out to sea. Cindy
was in the middle, and the two guys were standing on either side of her…
close… closer than was necessary. They were both standing so close they
their bodies were rubbing up against hers. Music was coming from inside
their room, and Cindy was swaying back and forth in time to the music.
The guys each had one hand on her back and quickly moved their hands
down to her gyrating ass.

I turned on a light inside the apartment, to warn them that I was coming
out. I didn’t want to ruin the mood of the evening by scaring them all.
They quickly moved a step away from her and dropped their hands to their
sides when they saw the light from my room come from behind them.

I walked out onto the balcony and picked up the drink that they had left for
me. We all sat down in these lounge chairs and starting talking. Cindy and
I were sitting on one side of the balcony, and the guys were sitting on the
other. The lounge chairs were the long kind, and Cindy couldn’t really sit
properly on them in her dress. She said that she had to go inside to
change.

While she was inside changing, I asked the guys what they thought of her.
I thought for a minute that they were going to seriously ask me if they
could fuck her I was glad when they didn’t ask, because I was in no mood
to end the party so soon.

Pretty soon, Cindy came back outside wearing her nightgown. This
nightgown is one of those long t-shirt kind of things. The only thing is… it
isn’t really as long as it is supposed to be… she accidentally bought it a
size too small, and it exposed quite a bit of her legs and was really tight
around her tits.

She sat down in the chair beside me and casually sat with her legs apart.
I couldn’t really tell from my angle if she was showing them anything. I
was shocked that she would show them anything, if she was. I couldn’t
believe how much she was getting into this.

We talked for awhile longer, and then I announced that I was getting really
tired. I guess all the excitement had really worn me out. Anyway, I
thought that the tease was getting a little too out of hand. The guys were
starting to look like hungry wolves… and Cindy was getting a bit too
daring.

Cindy followed me inside and closed the curtains dramatically. She went
to the restroom then, for a second. I got undressed and into bed to wait
for her.

She jumped into bed quickly when she came out. I touched her gently… and
POW, she jumped on me like an animal. She started kissing me like crazy.
I reached under her nightgown t-shirt to finger her, and… wow She was
wearing panties…

When I expressed my surprise, she laughed and said “Do you think I would
*show* them anything?” Then she started kissing me feverishly, and I
helped her pull her panties off. She swung around on top of me and plunged
down on my aching dick. I came almost instantly, and we rolled over and
went to sleep. I slept like a log, it was incredible.

The next day, I had to get up early to go to the meeting. When the wake up
call came, I found it difficult to even open my eyes. What a night the night
before had been. I noticed that Cindy was laying completely nude beside
me. I smiled at her beautiful face and got ready to go to the conference.

The meetings were boring, so I left early.

When I got home to the motel, I got another surprise. I had been unable to
find my key that morning, so I knocked on the door. When Cindy met me at
the door, her face was flushed and she was sweating. I had caught her
masturbating She was so hot that she wouldn’t even let me finger her…
she just jumped into bed and pulled me under the covers as quickly as I
could get dressed. I fucked her hard and fast.

Well, that was about it for my vacation experience. We never saw Tony
and Allan after that. Guys out there, listen up… it can make your woman
hot as a firecracker to flirt with other guys, and it gives you an ego boost
as well… and so long as she gets that kind of excitement, you know you
don’t have to worry about her fucking someone else…

————– (Note from Cindy: And now my version…)

It was the most incredible experience of my life. I wonder sometimes
what Bob would do, if he knew the whole story. I don’t know if he would
divorce me, or if he would just get more turned on than ever about it. But
to be on the safe side, I will never tell him the whole story.

For me, the story begins when I came out of the shower that evening
when we arrived. I was looking forward to a pretty dull and relaxing
vacation. I planned to spend most of my time at the beach while Bob was
at his meetings. Boring, sure… but I really was looking forward to the
break.

But when I stepped out onto that balcony, I somehow just knew that
this would be an interesting trip. Even though I had never done anything
unusual sexually in a long time, I had been feeling especially sexy
recently. I guess I was approaching my ’sexual peak’. Guys supposedly
reach that peak at age 17, and women supposedly reach it at about 35. I
was 29 then, and I am 30 now… so either I have reached my peak early, or I
have a hell of a decade ahead of me.

Bob introduced me to the guys and went on inside to take his shower.
Let me tell you about these guys… they weren’t outrageously handsome…
they were just good-looking in that nice, clean-cut way. Allan, the taller
one, had dark hair and a really lean build. Tony, the shorter of the two, had
a sort of sandy brown to blonde hair and ‘boyish’ looks.

Anyhow, as soon as Bob was inside, they started hitting on me Not in
that crass bar-room manner, but in a really nice kind of way. It is hard to
explain… maybe I was just really horny.

They explained that they had come to Florida looking for ‘fun’ girls, but
didn’t find any. Well, as Bob told you, I have always been something of a
‘flirt’, so I said “Hey, you found me… don’t you think I could be fun.” The
guys looked absolutely shocked.

To my surprise, they took me seriously. Their eyes sort of lit up and
they looked at each other. They started teasing with me… “I don’t know,”
said Allan. “What is your idea of fun?”

Tony chimed in. “Yeah, really… our idea of fun and your idea of fun
might not be the same thing…” He smiled.

“Try me,” I said… foolishly. “I bet I am more fun than you think.”

“Give me a kiss, then.” Tony smiled as he said this. I could tell that he
knew I was only teasing… or thought he knew… so he called my bluff.

I looked flustered…. “What? ?” I exclaimed, in mock horror. “KISS you?
? ?”

Allan laughed. “Well, I guess you aren’t as fun as you said, then, are
you?”

I took the bait. “Oh, yeah?”

I glanced quickly inside to see what Bob was up to. I saw that he was
nowhere to be seen… still in the shower.

Tony was sitting down by now, and I walked over to his lounge chair
and sat down on his lap. He put his arms around my back, and I put my
arms around his neck… and gave him a deep and passionate kiss. I could
feel his dick get hard beneath me.

That kiss… wow… I can hardly describe it. The excitement of knowing
that this guy was a total stranger… and knowing that my husband could
walk out at ANY moment was a thrill. I had been pretty wild before I got
married, but for the last 7 years, I had done NOTHING even remotely close
to this. I was so carried away, I hardly noticed Allan moving over closer
to us.

Allan startled me with a tap on the shoulder. I turned with a start, and
he lifted me up and into his arms and started to give me the kind of kiss I
had given his friend Tony. I was so hyped up… my heart was beating so
fast… I just practically melted in his arms. It was incredible.

We broke off our kiss and I said “Was that enough fun for you guys?”
with a sexy smile and a toss of my head. Before they could answer, we
heard the shower cut off. Bob would be out of the shower any second. The
guys were both sporting massive erections through their shorts, so I knew
that they had to get inside quickly. I was afraid that they would get away
from me, so I quickly suggested that they go in and change and then join us
for dinner. They agreed instantly. Of course.

Bob came out on the balcony sporting an erection of his own. I told him
that I had invited the guys to dinner. I was afraid of how he would react,
but he took it perfectly. He told me what he knew about the guys being
stuck in Florida and horny, and I couldn’t help but laugh. After all, I knew
exactly how horny they really were!

Bob told me of his plan, and I couldn’t believe it. Here was my own
husband, asking me politely to do what I intended fully to do all along. I
figured that if I was planning to flirt a little, and if he was all for that…
then I could push things a bit and still not get into trouble… I could flirt a
LOT.

Bob has expressed a fantasy about seeing me fuck another man. I have
always said that I was against the idea, but mainly because I know that,
whatever his fantasy is, Bob probably couldn’t handle that sort of thing.
He likes to TALK about things, but I don’t think he really wants to do them.
It isn’t his fault really. I think almost all guys have some kind of ‘macho’
hang-ups that keep them from realizing what they REALLY want.

The guys came back out a couple of minutes later, and we all piled into
their car. I got into the back seat with Tony. As we pulled out of the
parking lot I looked over at him, gave him a smile, and licked my lips.

Nothing much happened for a few minutes. But then we were driving
through a really dark section of woods. The clouds were covering the
moon, so inside the car it was completely pitch black. Bob and Allan were
talking about the car up front, and the music was playing pretty loudly. I
looked over at Tony, and I could barely even make out his face.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my thigh. His hand was warm. He was
caressing me lightly, as if unsure about what to do. I reached down and
grabbed his arm and guided his hand upward toward my waiting pussy He
knew what to do then… his hand rubbed on my mound through my panties.
After a couple of minutes of this, I was so hot I wanted his finger inside
me.

I looked up at the road ahead, and could see nothing but darkness ahead.
The music was playing loudly enough that there was no way that Bob could
hear anything much. Still, all it would take would be one odd noise, and he
would surely turn around to see what was up. If he did, he probably
wouldn’t be able to see anything, unless the moon happened to come out at
that very moment.

Quickly and quietly, I pulled my dress up as high as I could. Then, I
reached down to my panties, raised my ass, and quietly slipped them down!
I pushed them down as far as I could, but left them over my ankles so that
I could pull them back up easily.

Tony slid over just a little bit closer too me, and reached out with his
hand again. I felt him caress my inner thigh, and then move over to my
crotch. He began to slowly massage my outer cunt lips, until I thought I
could no longer stand it. He then moved his hand a bit and eased one finger
into me. I was totally sopping wet, and the feeling was incredible. I could
smell sex in the air. I closed my eyes and leaned back as Tony began to
finger fuck me. He was so gentle and smooth, and settled into a nice slow
rhythm. I ground my ass into the seat with ecstasy

Suddenly, I felt the car come to a quick stop. I almost panicked. Tony
pulled his hand away quickly and I started to pull my panties back up. But
there was no time All I could do was use my feet to kick them off and
push them under the seat… The car pulled to a stop and Bob jumped out to
open my door for me. I was just in the process of pushing my dress down
when he opened the door. Fortunately, he didn’t see anything too
incriminating.

After all, he did tell me to flirt, didn’t he?

Once inside the restaurant, nothing much of interest happened, outside
of what Bob told you about up above. But there is one detail he neglected
to mention.

Bob got up and went to the restroom just after our conversation had
turned so sexy. After he was gone, the guys were sort of teasing me about
what I had said (about having a threesome with my husband and another
guy). I explained to them that my husband would never really go for such a
thing. He is simply too uptight. Allan took the bait: “Hey, no problem.
Just leave him at home. All you have to do is sneak out of your room late
tonight and tap on our door… we’ll wait up, we promise ” I made some joke
out of it, but I have to admit, I was interested.

On the way home, Allan sat in the back with me. Like on the ride there,
we went through some very dark territory. This time, though, I didn’t have
to waste the time getting my panties off. They were still where I had left
them, under the front seat of the car.

When we got back to the motel, I got the guys to fix us all a drink, but
with no alcohol. I knew that Bob hadn’t had much to drink, so I knew it
would be safe to ‘help him sleep’ by slipping one of my prescription
sleeping pills into his drink. You know, the funny thing is that even while
I was slipping him something to knock him out, I still didn’t think that I
had made up my mind about what to do!

Bob drank his drink dutifully, while I was showing my pussy off to the
guys. Remember when he talked about me sitting in that lounge chair?
Well, I *didn’t* have any panties on then I just put them on just before I
went to bed with Bob… to give him a sense of security.

When we went inside, Bob fucked me like a jackrabbit. It was over so
fast, I hardly felt anything. He just pumped me full of sperm and rolled
over. I waited about 30 minutes, to be sure that the drug had taken effect.
He was snoring loudly.

At that point, I got out of bed and walked out onto the balcony. The
breeze was incredible. I didn’t have any panties on at this time, and I
could fell the bits of Bob’s cum starting to ease out of me… I pulled up all
my courage, turned, and knocked on Allan and Tony’s glass balcony door.

The guys greeted me with big grins and a glass of gin. They had
changed out of the clothes they had worn to dinner and were now wearing
only swimtrunks and t-shirts. I was wearing only the cotton t-shirt
nightgown they had seen me in earlier.

Things were a bit nervous for a few minutes. The television was
playing, but we didn’t really pay much attention to it, and we tried to
make some small talk instead. Quickly, the atmosphere in the room
melted into warm friendliness as we picked up on our flirtatious banter
from earlier that evening.

“Would you like to watch a racy movie on television? They have a pay-
per-view movie that starts in a minute,” asked Allan.

I replied that I didn’t really think that a racy movie would be
necessary… after all, those were designed to put people ‘in the mood’. “Do
you guys need to get ‘in the mood’?” I asked my question with a smile and
a lick of my lips.

With that, I hopped onto one of the beds. I moved up near the pillows
and turned to face the guys. I was kneeling on the bed and smiling. “Does
anybody want to wrestle?” I asked.

Tony took the hint first. He jumped onto the bed and playfully tackled
me. He pulled my nightgown up over my head and tossed it aside
carelessly, leaving me completely naked. I laughed loudly as he wrestled
me down and started tickling me.

“Stop ” I cried out. I was afraid that my husband, Bob, would hear all
the ruckus and wake up! “We can’t make so much noise.”

Tony took the hint again and planted his lips on mine and gave me the
same kind of kiss that make my knees go weak earlier in the afternoon
when I sat on his lap in the lounge chair. Oh, his lips! So warm, so smooth.
I moaned and curled my legs with his.

Allan was getting a bit jealous, I think. He moved over to the other
side of me and began to rub my shoulders gently. When my kiss with Tony
reached something of a stopping point, I rolled over toward Tony and let
him begin to kiss me in the same way. The three of us went on like that
for some time, with me on my back rolling toward one of them and then
the other giving deep passionate kisses.

Finally, while I was back kissing Tony, Allan reached out and began to
rub my breast gently. I moaned and he moved his hands down to begin
caressing my thighs. I moved my legs apart and he began to gently fuck me
with one finger.

I stopped kissing Tony and began to kiss Allan while he finger fucked me.
While we were doing that, Tony stood up and remove his t-shirt and
shorts. I was really getting hot by now, as you can well imagine

Tony lay back down on the bed beside me and I reached over and grabbed
his hard cock. Allan stopped kissing me so that he could stand up and
disrobe as well. Tony took over the job and replaced Allan’s fingers with
his own.

The feeling welling up inside me was incredible. Finally, Tony pushed
my legs apart with his hands and climbed on top of me. He placed just the
head of his cock at my pussy lips and began to rub it up and down gently.
As he began to ease inside me, my breath was taken away. I felt every
inch of him slide into me deeper and deeper, ever so slowly. Finally, just
when I thought that I could take no more, he was all the way inside me.

I looked over and saw Allan sitting nude in the chair by the balcony,
smiling. But I didn’t spend long thinking about him… Tony was starting to
move inside me.

Tony pulled out almost as slowly as he had pushed into me. Then he
eased in deeply again. I groaned and whimpered out, saying “Put it all the
way in and just hold it there…”

When he was all the way back inside me, I began to use the muscles of
my vagina to massage his cock. He just held still while I squeezed his
cock and began to grind my hips up into him I pushed my clit up against his
cock and began to stroke up and down against him, giving me maximum
stimulation.

I felt like I was moving higher and higher. Finally he began to stroke in
and out of me with a steady rhythm. I just relaxed and let him take
control. He pulled my legs up high so that he could thrust more deeply into
me. He pumped harder and faster until I started to have a good orgasm.
When he felt my body begin to spasm, he plunged all the way inside me and
grinded softly into my clit… I exploded. When my orgasm was finished, he
picked up the pace again until I felt him tense and shoot into me.

He rolled off of me, exhausted. But I wasn’t exhausted at all Ordinarily,
one good fuck is all I need. But tonight, with the excitement of having 2
guys available at once, I felt insatiable. I jumped off the bed where Tony
was laying panting, and jumped over to the other bed, where Allan had
moved sometime while I was getting fucked the first time.

Now, my husband just won’t go down on me. I don’t mean that he
*never* will. He just doesn’t like to do it, and hardly ever offers. I
understand that some men just don’t like the idea, and I can accept that…
but they will never be great lovers.

Allan moved quickly over to me and began to kiss and caress my body.
He moved lower and lower until he reached my pussy and began to lick and
suck me there. I was so hot and so sensitive that I couldn’t take it for
very long… I pulled him up my body to kiss him on his lips.

As we kissed, he moved between my legs and began to tease me with
the head of his dick. This was the third dick within 2 hours to enter me,
and the largest by far. I was so slick at this point from the tender
caresses of his tongue that he was able to slip in very easily one slow
inch at a time.

Like his friend, he moved slowly and built to a climax. I began to
orgasm just before he exploded inside me. Now, finally, I felt exhausted
and sleepy. As he collapsed beside me, I smiled and closed my eyes.

I awoke about an hour later to find that the guys were both sound
asleep. I looked around to find my nightgown where we had carelessly
tossed it… unfortunately it had fallen on top of a beer lying on the floor…
the beer had knocked over and completely soaked the garment.

So I had to slip outside in the nude and then into my own room, where
my husband Bob was snoring away. I was so tired, I just hid the soaked
nightgown in my suitcase and climbed right into bed. Bob didn’t mention
my nakedness the next day… I guess he thought that I had just gotten hot
during the night. If only he knew how hot.

The next morning, I awoke to find Bob gone off to his meetings. He
would be gone all day. I knew that the guys next door would probably
already be gone. I got up and dressed in a pair of tight cutoffs and a t-
shirt and thought about heading down to the beach.

But suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. Yep, it was Allan and Tony.
They had been packing their car for the trip, and they found my panties on
the floor of the car. They thought it would be gentlemanly to return them.
Ho.

Well, to make a long story short, I invited them in and pretty soon we
were rubbing all over each other. Before long, Allan was standing behind
me and caressing me with his hands while Tony was standing in front of
me kissing me. Allan reached down to unbutton my shorts and push them
down over my hips to the floor. Tony didn’t miss a beat and began to
finger me gently. God, I couldn’t get enough of these guys.

Just then, there came a knock on the door. I ran over to the door to peek
out and to my shock, there was Bob It turned out that he had gotten out of
his meeting early, and that he had forgotten his motel room key. To this
day, I shake when I think about what might have happened if he had had his
key.

As it was, I quickly shooed the guys out the back onto the balcony and
answered the door… naked. Bob thought that I had been masturbating and
became very aroused and took me directly to bed to fuck me. I was ready
for it As he entered me, I looked over him toward the balcony door and
saw Allan and Tony smiling through the curtains. They waved good-bye
and I have not seen them since.

Cindy

Note that I describe it as an adventure rather than an affair.
Affairs I have had before, but never anything resembling this in
the slightest. No, adventure it is, or perhaps exploit or better
yet, escapade. Pick the description that pleases you best. But
whatever it was, a love affair it was not.

The incidents described here are actual, though they may seen to
have been romanticized somewhat, and perhaps they were. Details
may vary slightly from fact. If so, the reason is obvious-
memory is irregular and faulty, and none of the events,
unfortunately, were recorded as they happened. No diary was kept.
That is certainly too bad. It would make fascinating reading
now, I am sure. Still, these incidents were shared almost on a
daily basis with my friend Sara, and upon reading this file, she
says that her recollection is essentially similar with the record
(though she does say to leave her part out. Ha!). Whether she
agrees with my conclusion is another matter. But then, you don’t
know my conclusion, do you?

As an addenda to the preface above, written somewhat later, let
me report that a diary WAS kept. Unbeknownst to me, Sara had
kept a personal diary in which she reported most of what I had
told her, along with her own reactions to each event. I was
surprised to learn this, perhaps even a bit dismayed. On
reflection, though, I concluded that it really made very little
difference- it did not change the substance at all of what
happened, and served later to reinforce my memory in looking back
on events that are truly important to me but probably not to
anyone else. In reading the diary now, I find two interesting
things- that my memory is essentially correct and Sara’s written
reaction to each thing that occurred is excited and exciting to
me. So much for the addenda. Now back to the report.

To tie things down, consider the background. June, 1984. Herbert
is in Europe, attending a major conference and staying on for
other business. He will be there for six weeks, perhaps
eight. Helen has not been able to go. She plans to join him in
the South of France later after his conference is over, in two
weeks or so. For now, she is still at home, busy but not
overwhelmed with her work. Helen fancies herself a queen. She is
intelligent, attractive, with a marvelous voluptuous body, and
she is fully aware of it and of a certain power that it gives.
But she has a haughty, imperious, I-am-superior-to-you attitude
that annoys many people and absolutely infuriates others. She is
married to an older man who obviously adores her, pampers her,
caters to her every whim, but who cannot at all control her and
has never satisfied her. Her husband travels extensively.

The evening that this event began, a Friday, Helen had gone to
the symphony, alone, and there encountered a man, Tyrone, whom
she had known well once and disliked- a tall, spare man of
curious temperament, a hedonist, a true male chauvinist,
stubborn, opinionated, willful- a type that Helen usually
detested. That evening, after the concert, he offered her a
drink, and thinking of avoiding a long cab ride home alone, she
accepted. The thought of physical involvement with this man,
though perhaps not repulsive, was certainly far from her mind.
After stopping for a drink and a late, light supper, he did drive
her to her house, made the expected pass, and she responded by
giving him a stinging slap in the face. He replied as no man had
before. He twisted her arm, turned her away from him, and using a
hard bare hand, slapped her fiercely across the rump. She
reacted immediately, and when he slapped her behind hard again,
she gasped aloud as if all thought of resistance was gone.
Recognizing her reaction exactly for what it was, as complete
submission, he sat, pulled her over his lap, bottom-up, pulled
her skirt all the way up over her hips and slowly and with great
ceremony, pulled her panty hose down so that her now-bare ass was
in his complete view. Now, firmly and with great authority, he
totally took control, spanking her bottom until it had turned
bright pink and she had begun to bawl like a baby. Ignoring her
cries as just so much nonsense (which both of them knew they
were), his hand wandered over her rosy red rump, found a path
between her tightly clenched thighs and when a finger tested, it
discovered that she was sopping wet, that her clit had emerged
and now stood upright like a miniature penis, indicating to him
just how sincere her protests were. He sensed total victory. In
only another moment he had her panty hose off completely, and now
with her totally obvious complete cooperation, had unzipped her
dress, pulled it over her head, tossed it on the floor as if it
was just a rag rather than the very expensive frock that it
really was (wasn’t that the ULTIMATE indignity?, she thought).

He had unhooked her bra so that she stood nude before him, her
bare breasts in his face, her nipples now standing like
sentinels, offering themselves to his hard, sucking kisses, her
arms around his neck. One of his hands fondled her rump while
the other hand was up between her widespread thighs, his finger
inserted full depth in her sensuous feminine flower, teasing it
and bringing her ever closer to orgasm. She had been totally
conquered by a simple spanking and by a bit of foreplay. He had
won the prize and obviously it was now his for the taking. He
knew this and so did she. She was fully aware that she was
excited beyond anything in her experience, that very soon he
would want to use her, and however he chose to use her that
there was simply no way that she could stop him or would stop him
or would even want to stop him.

Now he led her to her bedroom, spanked her further and harder, to
her very great dismay- or perhaps to her very considerable joy.
He stripped. Soon he joined her nude in her bed. He was rigidly
erect and she was obviously totally acquiescent, totally
passionate, totally excited, totally and absolutely orgasmically
responsive. He took her in strange positions and in strange
ways, vanquishing her completely and certainly satisfying her
better than she had ever been satisfied. During it all, with
Tyrone’s cock buried to its full depth in her humid, squishy
pussy, when she had already had orgasm twice and knew she was on
the verge of a third, she thought that never, since the day at
age 16 when she had lost her virginity until perhaps an hour ago,
had she ever really known what sex was all about, what true
carnal pleasure could be, what submission to a strong individual
could do. She had always liked sex. but really, certainly could
have done without it, too- but now?

Now it was hours later. He had gone, almost without a word and
she had to deal mentally with the evening’s almost incredible
events. Well, one thing of which she was certain- she would not
be seeing him again. He had brutalized her- well, not exactly
brutalized, but he certainly had spanked her. Not that it had
hurt especially, but it had cost her her dignity. And he had
done strange things, disgusting things. Like putting his finger
into her anus, and then, of all things, kissing her there, a wet,
thrusting kiss, inserting his tongue as far as he could. That was
absolutely bestial. Animals behaved like that, not intelligent
people. And worst of all, he had taken her, made her whimper in
pleasure, brought her to orgasm several times, and before
leaving, firmly pinched her nipples, made her call him Master,
and made her suck his then semi-soft cock, brought him back erect
and was quickly impaled again on it. Now she lay resting in bed,
thinking about all this, about the moment when he first took her,
spanked her and then stripped her bare and spanked her again,
brought her nude and excited into her own bedroom, stripped his
own clothes off and paraded around the room showing off his very
rigid erection, with the absolute implication of what he was
going to do with that awful thing — right here, she thought, in
this very room, in my own bed. And she found herself getting
overheated once more, her nipples again erect, and her juices
flowing. Crazy, she thought, absolutely crazy. She was going
to cum again.

She thought about the spanking- actually several spankings that
he had given her, all with his bare hand against her naked
bottom, with her trying to twist away from the strokes, but at
the same time, raising up slightly, perhaps unconsciously, to be
accessible, to offer a more tempting target. No man had ever
spanked her before. In fact, in her entire life the only
spanking she received was as a schoolgirl of 16, when one evening
coming home late and slightly tipsy from a high-school dance, she
had found her mother waiting up, furious. Her jeans were taken
down, then and there, and her bottom basted by a very angry
parent. That one, she reflected, hurt a great deal more than the
one did tonight.

Her strange thought was that she really wanted to share this
experience. She would call Sara. Now that they were really
close she would tell her everything. Sara would just love to
hear about this adventure. She loved kinky things and kinky
clothes and kinky adventures, and especially, intimate, kinky
talk. Sara would flip!!! Yes, she thought, Sara WILL flip if I
call her at 3:30 AM even to tell her THIS story. Helen lay back
in bed, nude, voluptuously excited, sleepless, thinking strange
thoughts. This WAS a strange adventure, a marvelous kinky
adventure, one to be regretted, perhaps, but one to be savored,
to be reflected on, to be shared with a really close, loved and
understanding friend, one to be discussed with her in a
particularly private moment (perhaps while lying with her face
between Sara’s elegant breasts, while kissing and gently sucking
a mouth-watering, responsive nipple). This was an experience to
be digested and analyzed and understood, but NOT one to be
repeated.

She chanced to look at her telephone, on the nightstand next to
her bed. She willed it to ring. Let some one call me, she
thought, anybody. Nobody did. She thought, what if it rings
right now, and it is him- Tyrone, that bastard- and he orders me
to get into my car and drive to his house, stark naked, right
now!!! Would I? she wondered. She looked at her nightstand.
There, on a sheet of paper was his parting shot- his telephone
number, written there just as he was leaving. His verbal order
to her to call him tomorrow night, exactly at nine, or suffer the
consequences– whatever that might mean. Call him tomorrow?-
well, he could just forget about that. She meant to crumple up
that piece of paper, right now, and to put it in the ashtray and
light a match to it- as if burning it meant burning the
relationship and burning that bastard Tyrone at the same time.
But just then she did not have a match handy, so it would wait
until tomorrow. Yes, she thought, I will burn it in the morning.

And speaking of burning, she thought, he certainly did burn my
bottom with that awful spanking. And that thought was finally
too much for her- with a hand rubbing across her nipples,
caressing them, and the other hand teasing and rubbing her clit,
her body began to heave and shake and away she went into wild,
total orgasm again!!

Helen had before tonight, very limited extramarital experience.
In each of the three or four times that she had been bedded down,
the man was of the same type- a mature, intellectual,
professorial type, a man for whom she had profound respect, a man
who respected her own intellectual strength and her breeding, who
treated her like a great lady is treated, a man who in each case
was almost a clone for her husband. Every time so far the appeal
had been mental. Heaven knows that Tyrone was none of these
things that had interested her in the past. He was a totally
different specimen- mature, yes, but not a great mind, not a
scholar at all, not particularly physically attractive, not
muscular, not strong, not especially talented in anything that
she could identify. She giggled, thinking that his penis wasn’t
all that huge either, big enough certainly to get the job done,
but not huge either, like some of those that she had admired in
porno flicks. Well, if the appeal wasn’t mental, and it wasn’t
completely physical either, then what was it? What DID this guy
do that was so special? All he did was take charge, ignore what
she wanted (or thought she wanted) take control of her,
discipline her, and— well, what else, she thought.

The next morning she could think of nothing else. But now she
had better personal insight in to what had really happened. He
had somehow peeled off the veneer layer from her, and had gotten
down to the core, to what she felt was the fundamental person
inside. He made her feel like a true love slave, ready, anxious
to please his every whim. And the funny thing, the absolutely
wierd point about this whole episode was that she did not love
this man- she did not even especially like him and did not
respect him. He did not have the deep bass voice that she
sometimes found sensuously attractive. He was not especially
handsome nor tall. He had no great brain. What he did have was
a certain presence, a command of the situation that she found
just incredibly overpowering. And he wanted her, obviously
wanted her, physically wanted her, carnally wanted her, and could
and would all but own her, body and soul, but mostly body.

She immediately began to share her experience with Sara, and
found that Sara was, as expected, almost as delighted hearing the
details as she was in telling them. Helen found this part of the
adventure just doubly delectable- lying nude with Sara, her lips
nuzzling Sara’s shell pink ear, perhaps her tongue probing, her
hands running across that ravishing rump, a hand searching
between Sara’s widespread thighs, a finger finding exquisite
cream in that scrumptious cunny. As the adventure proceeded,
Sara demanded to know, needed to know every detail- whom she had
met, what they looked like, what they had done, for how long,
how, when, where. Sara seemed to want to participate, but
vicariously, afraid really to cross the line and join directly in
the adventure. And this Helen wanted to protect her from, not
really knowing where it was going. Sara was Helen’s secret. So
Sara knew everything that happened between Helen and Tyrone and
his friends, but Tyrone never knew about Sara.

Helen thought through her situation–her husband will be gone for
a month or more and for that month she has a master, one who owns
her, will train her in the image that he finds desirable. He
will spank her when he pleases, perhaps in the privacy of her
bedroom and perhaps elsewhere, with others watching. That much he
has already told her. She knows that she should flee him, refuse
to see him again or even speak to him. And she is entirely
certain that she will not do that- that tomorrow she may be
terrified of what can happen, but she knows that she WILL see him
again. And she will be spanked by him- and she is, of course.
Now these subsequent spankings that she gets later are not at all
severe beatings- only fairly gentle spankings applied with a bare
hand or mildly with a leather strop to her naked bottom. They do
not even especially hurt. They perhaps more than anything else
are symbolic, both to him and to her, of his sexual domination.
They paint her rear end a bright pink, leaving her heaving and
gasping, and incredibly lascivious, looking only for ways to
please him even more. And he promises her nothing more than
regular, almost constant excitement, wild new adventures,
exciting new friends, and orgasm, orgasm, orgasm!!!!

And so she does not go to Europe that summer. She decides that
the pressures at work are too great, that she cannot get away,
that Herbert will travel alone and enjoy himself, that his
freedom will be good for him, invigorating. She tells all this to
Sara, and Sara thinks it is hysterically funny. Sara believes
that women are mostly cunt anyway (expressed in exactly that
phrase). She believes that all women occasionally have their
brains in their vaginas but that Helen’s brains now are totally
confined to the clitoris, (and on stating that conclusion, Sara
leans forward, finds that delightful appendage, and emphasizes
her point by giving it a lovely kiss). Sara thinks that Helen is
currently involved in very private, intimate treatment, perhaps
best called Mind Fuck, in Sara’s judgment an effective and
acceptable form of therapy. She approves of this adventure,
conditionally. That is, the idea is good, the events so far have
been fun and very, very different. This will all be OK so long as
it can be kept in perspective and no long term damage is done.
She has not met Tyrone, but she certainly now knows all about
him, and she thinks that Helen has never looked so good or been
so interesting. Her only complaint is that Helen does not have
as much private time for Sara, but the time they do have together
is absolutely marvelous- more intimate and exciting than it had
ever been before.

So Helen has a master, a strong man on whom all her feminine
wiles of the past are useless, a man who has captured her, has
used her thoroughly and often and made her love him for it,
conquered her totally employed her sexually in every conceivable
way, introduced her to threesomes and foursomes and orgies,
photographed her nude body in unbelievable poses, kept her
constantly aroused and is now putting her through her paces,
a series of varied sexual adventures, all embarrassing to her but
marvelously, voluptuously dangerous and exciting at the same
time. The queen has become a willing sex slave to a highly
imaginative master, and never has she felt herself so much a
woman as now.

In one of their private moments, Helen had confided some of her
unrealized fantasies to Tyrone. One of these related to having
sex with a black man, something that she had thought about for
years, but had obviously never done. Tyrone was fascinated with
the concept, but decided it needed expanding upon. He knew of a
black couple, professionals, intelligent, and interested
themselves in swinging. He arranged the meeting. The two of
them, Helen and Tyrone went to the apartment where the black
couple, George and Grace, lived. Tyrone had told her that these
two were middle aged -perhaps late 30s or early 40s, and quite
attractive. He was a physician, she a clinical psychologist and,
according to Tyrone, the least inhibited person that he knew.

The prearranged plan was simplicity indeed. The two women would
play with each other while the men watched. And when all were
ready, they would simply swap…that is, Helen with George and
Grace with Tyrone. The apartment was large, furnished well and
with taste- obviously the home of a successful couple. Tyrone
had instructed Helen to bring along baby-doll nightie and bikini
panties. Grace was already dressed that way, a short, extremely
attractive, curvaceous lady, golden brown in shade, with an
exotic figure, short, curly black hair, a large red mouth, a
dashing pink tongue, huge dark flashing eyes, and an entirely
winsome expression. She appeared to be sex personified. Helen
liked her immediately.

After some preliminary conversation, Grace led Helen to the
bedroom to dress, and of course, helped her to undress for her
baby-doll. First though, Grace turned her face up for a kiss.
When Helen responded, Grace thrust her tongue out what seemed to
be six inches, bathing the back of the roof of Helen’s mouth-
what seemingly was the most exotic first kiss that Helen had ever
received. Of course, the fact that Grace was unzipping this and
unhooking that all the while, delightful parts were coming
uncovered and bare and could be touched, and stroked and
stimulated. This only fueled the flames that her tongue had
lit. They continued this exchange of astonishingly appetizing
kisses, deep-tongue kisses, and almost forgot the two men waiting
for them. Helen had a good look at her delightful playmate, at
her luscious golden, small but shapely titties with their spiffy
chocolate covered nipples, and that curly, sable pubic triangle
and the pink clit that seemed to be peeping out at her, at her
scrumptious hips and thighs and that beautiful ass, and thought
that she would have been just as glad to forget the men for the
evening- that she was really taken with this Grace and that what
she wanted from her was really more than a hors d’oeuvre. Grace
would have made a delectable main course. That was not to be, at
least not this evening.

A few moments later, the ladies emerged, arm in arm, obviously
already well acquainted. Grace peeled Helen out of her baby-
doll, to show her figure off to George, then took off her own,
and nude, the girls began their enchanting love-play, with an
almost delirious audience. Deep tongue kisses were exchanged,
nipples were lovingly stroked and kissed, clits petted, kissed,
sucked, vaginas were tasted, each girl doing the foreplay for the
other to prepare her for the injection which would soon follow.
Along the way, the two men stripped. Helen looked up, first saw
Tyrone nude and hard. Across the room, George was also nude,
very large, very erect, obviously very ready for Helen. Helen
was very ready for George, too.

The girls separated, each going to a man. George put his arm
around Helen, captured the cheek of her bottom in his hand, and
led her to a bedroom. Once through the door, he turned her
towards him, delightfully squeezed both cheeks of her scrumptious
ass, his rigid cock pressing against her belly. They exchanged a
deep, wet kiss. In only a moment, Helen was on the bed, on her
back, her legs spread wide, George’s eager face between her
thighs, his tongue tasting her now squishy-wet pussy. She turned
around so that they were in a position of 69. She took his huge,
thick, chocolate Tootsie Roll in her hand, squeezed it, leaned
towards it, kissed it, and took as much of it as she could into
her mouth. For long moments, she sucked the rigid ebony bar,
really enjoying the sensation as it throbbed in her mouth. It
was almost too much to contain and it hurt her jaw a bit, but it
was that very well known pleasure-pain, that lovely combination
of the best of both. It was her intention eventually to turn
around and take him in her fully-ready vagina, but they waited an
instant too long.

Now understand this moment. Before Tyrone, she had done oral sex
only a relatively few times, practically never with her husband.
She had done it with each of her previous lovers, but generally
as a means of erecting an otherwise flaccid penis, perhaps after
they had already had intercourse once. No man had ever cum in
her mouth. Even Tyrone, who had undeniably expanded her
experiences in sucking a cock, and who certainly could have cum
in her mouth if he chose to, did not do so. The thought of a man
squirting his thick, oily essence into her fully ready vagina was
pleasant, even downright exciting. And since she had recently
been re-introduced into anal sex (and liked it, in typical
masochistic fashion), having a man cumming into her anus was
fine, even fun. Still, the idea of a cock going off into her
mouth, while not actually disgusting, was perhaps a little bit
frightening- the ultimate invasion of her personal privacy. And
now, right now, it obviously was going to happen.

She just knew it was going to happen, that he was going to go off
like a fire hose. She thought that she did not even know what to
do. She did not have to do anything. He grabbed her face with
both his hands. pulled her closer so that most of his full depth
was inserted in her mouth, the glans almost down her throat. She
could not help but think of a porno film that she and Sara had
watched together in which the heroine has sucked down a huge
prick, taking the whole thing, taking it all the way to her
lover’s orgasm. Now she could feel George approaching orgasm-
the head of his cock swelled even larger, receded, swelled again,
and then suddenly a thick, hot, oily, salty squirt against the
back of her palate. Her gave her a huge oral injection, and in
the position she was, she could do nothing other than to swallow
it down. And with his tongue furiously stroking her, the sheer
masochistic sensation overpowering her, she had orgasm, too, a
wild response on her part to an absolutely wild feeling.

So she had been treated to her first taste of cum, and a royal
mouthful it was. And she had dutifully swallowed it down, and
had herself cum while doing it. A marvelous experience!!! What
in the world, she wondered, had she been afraid of? The taste?
Well, yes, a bit strange, but certainly not unpleasant, perhaps
similar in a sense to raw oysters, she thought. She felt
disappointed, on the one hand, because she had really wanted
George to measure her internal dimensions with that gorgeous
monster, to probe her for depth and diameter. On the other hand,
she did have the experience of servicing him orally, all the way,
and had been rewarded for her efforts by his obvious pleasure and
by the copious salty (and marvelously palatable, no question
about that) squirt he had shot down her throat.

They rested together for a bit, and as he relaxed, she knelt on
the bed before him. Now, absolutely unafraid, with a new feeling
of confidence and control. she leaned forward, her lips brushed
against his now semi-soft prick. She thrust out her tongue,
licking its length, and marveled at it as it grew before her
eyes. In only an instant, or so it seemed, he was erect again.
He pulled her on top of him. She spread a leg on either side,
now perched above that again large, fairly hard, brown rod. His
hands were on her hips, slowly pulling her down, impaling her
squishy cunt until his full depth was buried. It felt absolutely
marvelous. It stretched her beyond where she had ever before
been expanded. Now they rode, now his hands holding and squeezing
her behind, which she just loved, and later holding each luscious
breast, gently pinching her nipples, but all the while stroking
upwards, deep, slow plunges, and with the front of his shaft
gently massaging her clit on each stroke. For another ten
minutes this went on. Helen perhaps had another orgasm then,
perhaps not. She did not later remember. George certainly did,
inundating her with another lovely flood.

A while later, they walked out, nude, hand in hand, to the other
bedroom, to find Grace in the identical position, sitting astride
Tyrone’s cock. As they walked in, they were behind the couple
making love, and had an intimate view of Grace’s elegant,
shapely, full bottom, her thighs spread, Tyrone’s prick inserted
deeply in her pussy. As she stroked up and down they were
treated to the sight of the muscular action in her rump, a
totally erotic sight to Helen. Grace bent forward to give Tyrone
a long kiss, now lying parallel over him, rubbing her titties on
his chest, and exposing as she did so, her winking brown rosette.
It seemed to be begging for a kiss, so Helen did just that- knelt
behind, bent her head forward, kissed it lovingly, and attempted
to thrust her tongue through. That seemed a totally appropriate
gesture for the marvelous feelings that she had just now. She
began to laugh, but nobody quite knew why. She thought, just at
that instant, that she had become a graduate student again, this
time in a PhD program in Advanced Fancy Fucking. And that Tyrone
was her tutor. She was currently doing research for her
dissertation, that Grace’s apartment was her laboratory. She
giggled–yes, she would report that to Sara tomorrow, and they
would be hysterical together.

One point to be considered. Helen had isolated Sara from her
experience with Tyrone. But she did report everything to Sara,
so she did tell her all about George and Grace. Perhaps of the
entire affair this was the portion that most excited Sara. There
was nothing to be done about it then. However, perhaps a year
later, when Tyrone was history, the topic came up between the
girls for perhaps the hundredth time, and Helen agreed to
introduce Sara to the black couple. They all met for dinner, and
retired to Helen’s house for dessert (Herbert was away). Would
George like to see all three girls naked and playing together?
Oh wow!!! But yes. Would it be OK so far as Grace was concerned?
Well, certainly. And did they? Of course. In a marvelous kind of
daisy chain, like a reverse Oreo Cookie, a mouth-watering
chocolate layer sandwiched between two whites. And was he given
his choice of the three to try on for size, personally? Well,
yes he was. And who was the choice? That question is
ridiculous. You know the answer to that. And did Helen and
Grace play their own private games while George reamed out Sara’s
scrumptious cunt? Don’t even bother to ask.

But now back to the great Tyrone adventure. For the two year
period prior to Tyrone she and Sara had been taking belly dancing
lessons- at first with a group of woman at the local YWCA- and at
the end of that series, from an older, very experienced belly
dancer, an elegant, exotic lady of Turkish extraction who had
learned this dance in the old country as a girl. This older
woman, now about 60, is an incredible specimen. She is slim,
lithe, with a marvelous body and more energetic than women half
her age. She has continued the lessons with Sara and Helen and
two other ladies as an advanced class, taught privately. She has
taught them things that the YWCA classes did not even
contemplate- much more cosmopolitan things, and especially she
has taught them about the sexuality of the dance. She believes
that belly dancing is inherently erotic, that it is meant to
excite both the dancer and the watchers, and that it is senseless
and practically impossible for the dancer not to have sex after
she is through dancing. If she has no partner available, then
masturbation is expected and understood. She believes that belly
dancing without orgasm following is absolute nonsense. Sara, of
course, has a young, strong, very vigorous husband. When she
comes home from a lesson, he is delighted to help relieve her of
her excess energy and strong erotic feelings in the time honored,
traditional way. Helen’s husband, on the other hand, is not
always there and is not as sexually involved. For her,
masturbation after a dance lesson has become almost a ritual.

Helen has been delighted with the lessons- they are real fun,
marvelous exercise, and they give her the most erotic feelings
imaginable. When she began her lessons, she thought that they
might put some thrills in her otherwise hum-drum workaday
existence. Well, she thought, they certainly have done that.
Consider the basic movement in the belly dance- the thrusting
forward and backwards of the pelvis, an almost perfect parody of
the female movements in sexual intercourse. Consider the
source,too. Belly dancing was first done in the Harems of the
Sultans in the Ottoman Empire, and the dancers were always harem
slaves, selected for having the perfect, voluptuous figure that
the dance demands- full breasts, firm, shapely legs and thighs,
and a delicious, magnificent bottom. Helen’s figure matches this
description exactly.

And further, the Harem slave is a Houri, a nubile female whose
whole purpose is pleasing her master, however he might wish to be
pleased. It is her responsibility to arouse him, almost beyond
control, so that he will then take her, manfully, forcefully.

During the early lessons at the YWCA, the students dress in
sweatpants and shirts and tennis shoes, a ragpack looking group,
not in the least pleasing in appearance. After the YWCA phase,
the teacher suggested that Helen and Sara and the ladies buy the
appropriate costumes, the diaphanous, filmy materials, designed
to show more than they hide, so that beautiful breasts are
apparent, nipples are protuberant and obvious, and thighs and
bottoms carnally displayed as much as they are hid. One Saturday
afternoon, the girls made an excursion to Greek Town to an
obscure shop, and bought the costumes. Later in the week they
met, each to see how the other looked dressed. Helen looked very
attractive- but Sara was absolutely gorgeous. Her pitch black
hair, intense brown eyes, full shapely mouth, and dark coloring
gave her an Italian look, almost like Sophia Loren. She was sex
personified in this costume, her gorgeous body almost completely
revealed and still hidden slightly. She looked the perfect
Houri, the beautiful, nubile, voluptuous maiden that Moslems
think await them in Paradise, trained first to tease and then to
satisfy, to give perfect, exotic, never-ending sex in ways almost
beyond the comprehension of mortal man.

Helen put on a tape, and they danced- first together, and then,
one for the other, obviously both very stimulated. Sara
approached the end of her dance, and in Harem manner, began to
remove the few articles of clothing she wore. First the
pantaloons came off so she was dancing in her vest and
underpants. Helen removed her own pantaloons. Sara unbuttoned
the vest, showing Helen her gorgeous breasts for the first time,
utterly delicious looking love apples, high and full and firm,
with chocolate brown aureoles and nipples, fully erect, almost
demanding to be kissed. Helen stared, transfixed. Sara danced
closer, took down her underpants, wiggled free of them and
danced, her legs spread, her podex wiggling, her black pubic
triangle in front of Helen’s eyes. She turned, her gorgeous bare
bottom weaving, the cute rosette now and then visible as the
cheeks parted, almost beckoning to Helen to come forward and kiss
it. Helen stared, absolutely entranced, unable to take her
glance away from the heavenly sight of Sara, now turned again
towards her, her legs slightly spread, her unbelievable
femininity clearly visible, juicy, lovable, as it moved forward
and back, offering itself for her kisses. Helen pulled off her
few items of clothes and knelt before this dancing nymph and
moved forward, her face now between the dancers legs. And for
the first time, she kissed that glorious cunny. Her tongue found
the erect clit. She massaged it wetly. Now the two nude girls
stood, the dancing stopped though the music went on. They kissed
deeply and wildly. In an instant they were on the couch, in a
position of 69, each feasting on the sopping, squishy. appetizing
cunt of the other. Both have found the only logical, the only
possible end of a true Harem belly dance when no man is present.

And now, much later, after Helen was captured, her new master has
decided that Helen will do a public performance of the belly
dance, before a small audience, in his own home. An elegant
buffet has been catered and served, with fine wines. The group
is small, but intelligent. The conversation has been lively.
The guests have finished dinner and are relaxed over coffee and
dessert. They are ready for entertainment and Helen has gone to
don her costume. She will be wearing a semi-transparent vest,
deeply cut to show her cleavage, and through which her nipples
are easily visible. She is wearing the dancers pantaloons, again
of a diaphanous material through which her panties can be seen,
again almost transparent, and through which can be seen the
shadow of her pubic triangle and the delightful cleavage of her
behind. She is wearing a boxfull of junk jewelry, assorted
baubles and bangles of glass, in bright colors, in vivid reds and
greens and yellows and blues. She has on dazzling makeup, and a
spray of perfume in strategic places. The perfume itself is a
special type, with a very sweet, aromatic scent. It is potent
when she is still, but later when her wild movements have caused
her body to heat up, the perfume vaporizes further and the air
takes on a carnal, erotic aroma, almost like incense. This
arouses her, and she knows that it excites the audience. There
will not be a flaccid cock in the room, later on.

She hears the music begin- a tape of Turkish music, exotic and
slow and rhythmic and intense, music one can almost taste as well
as hear. She dances in, her body throbbing in time with the
music, her sexuality obvious, her exhilaration clearly showing.
Those present applaud, enjoying the private show. Very soon, the
tempo changes, the beat picks up and the pace of her movements
change. Quickly her master signals her. Her pantaloons are
removed. She dances now, bare legged, her scrumptious bottom in
constant motion, more excited now than before. The master
signals again. Her vest flutters down. She now stands bare
breasted before the audience, her nipples rigidly erect, her
almost orgasmic feeling growing. Will her panties come off,
next? Of course they do. Now she is nude, continuing the
motions, the parody. She knows what to expect next. She is
wild with shameless carnality, with arousal. The sensual music
is itself seductively hypnotic. The aphrodisiac aromas, the
mixture of her perfumes plus the wondrous scent of her permeate
the room. In her mind she knows that never has she looked so
exciting as at this instant, never has she felt so much like a
true wanton, never so much like a woman.

When the dance is done before a private audience in the Harem, it
concludes with the nude dancer being given for the night to one
or more of the guests. Sometimes the person selected will take
her, then and there, with the others watching, cheering him on.
She will already be fully ready. No foreplay is necessary. The
male selected may or may not need further stimulation. If so,
the dancer is fully trained, and will use her body in any way to
excite him, to prepare him to take her. And when he takes her,
he will take her however he pleases, in any orifice in any way.
Will he want to spank her naked bottom with a strop or a cane?
Then he will do so, without opposition from the Sultan or any
other person there. He is the chosen guest and has been given
the use of the dancer, and use her he will, as he pleases.

There is another historical custom from the days of the Sultan.
In those days, a eunuch was present, usually carrying a bamboo
cane. If the Sultan decided that the dancer’s pace was too slow,
or if there was a certain movement that he wanted emphasized, a
sign to the eunuch would tell him to slash the dancer across her
behind, a stroke guaranteed to bring results. This might be
repeated a few times, or many if the Sultan was cruel. Tonight,
of course, there is no eunuch and none would be needed.

This night, the audience is composed of the master, three other
men and a woman, her master’s friends. She has not seen any of
them before this evening. Helen dances on, now turning her back
to the audience, bending far forward, and slightly spreading her
legs. Her marvelous buttocks are only a foot away from those
watching, her squishy femininity fully in sight, her podex
wiggling and wobbling, the rosebud of her anus almost winking at
those watching. As she is bent forward, her body so intimately
exposed to those who watch, her own feelings are of gigantic
stimulation. She knows that soon her master will give her for
the night to one or another of the guests- perhaps one of the
men, or perhaps to the woman, and she knows that she will do her
part to please this person.

She is playing out the part mentally of the harem slave, and it
is as much as her life would be worth to displease the Sultan if
she really was a slave. And in a sense she is. Since she has
come under the control of this master, she has been getting
regular punishment- which she loves and hates at the same time.
There is no question about it being truly painful to be turned
over, rump-up and stropped thoroughly with that leather or her
master’s hand- it is not. The spankings are not at all that
hard. But at the same time, she adores the wild sexuality that
she feels when spanked, knowing that her master will then use her
in strange, exotic ways or give her body for use by his friends.

Yes, in a sense he has converted her from lady to whore, but
never has she felt as attached to or as involved with any man.
Yes, he totally is boss and she would not willingly have him any
other way. And she absolutely revels in the joy she feels as her
master shows off her beautiful body to strangers and willingly
shares her most intimate charms with others.

She dances on, her nude body writhing and turning. At times her
back is turned to the audience, and they then are treated to the
sight of the muscles working in her beautiful thighs and ass, a
particular delight in the eyes of her master and provocative
absolutely to any man. Perhaps whomever gets her tonight will
want her that way, she thinks, and gives a special wiggle and
spread-legged bend forward that emphasizes that particular
delight to the audience, signifying perhaps that there is
orgasmic joy to be had right here for a strong man. And who will
the winner be, the one selected to conquer her, perhaps right
there in full view of all, on that pile of cushions? Maybe it
will be the woman this time. She is attractive enough, about 40,
shapely, quite well dressed, with a good, slim figure. Her name
is Amy, an executive in the fashion industry, and during dinner
her contributions to the conversation were lively and animated
and interesting. Helen dances a little bit, just for her, and
this is immediately obvious to all. Yes, Helen thinks, that one
might just spread her thighs and Helen would kneel between them
cheerfully, gladly looking into and then kissing and worshipping
her glorious femininity.

Perhaps it will be one of the men. One, seated in the center,
attracts her especially. He is an attorney named Paul, a man of
refinement and power, very obviously successful, understated in
dress. He is tall and sturdily built, perhaps 50, salt and pepper
grey in his hair, and a strong, powerful look– and obviously now
very aroused. Now, she dances especially for him, facing him, her
thighs parted, her curly dark blonde triangle in full view, and
as she moves back and forth, her vulva opens and closes slightly,
her pink clit now erect and peeping out at him. The perfume is
now at its fullest effect and the sight of her nude body,
obviously totally passionate, fully ready to be conquered, has
all of the audience incredibly excited. They now want the dance
to end and to see Helen take up another challenge- the total
satisfaction of another person.

The master designates an individual who wins tonight’s prize. As
she had hoped, it is the stocky man with grey in his hair. He
seizes her immediately, his hands rubbing across her back and
down over her bottom, and as he grasps each cheek of her rump in
a huge hand and squeezes, he kisses her, a long, wet kiss, his
tongue plunging deep in her mouth. And of course she responds to
his kiss, offering her hot tongue in a kind of duel, her nipples
rubbing against his shirt. They are in full view of the others,
but she does not care at all who watches- in her mind she is a
fully stimulated slave girl who will do her utmost, her absolute
utmost to satisfy this man, the man designated as her lover for
tonight by her master. He bends slightly forward, taking a
nipple between his lips and gives it a hard, sucking kiss- almost
too hard for her comfort, but still tremendously stimulating. He
stands and his trousers immediately drop to expose a monstrous
erection, standing straight out, all but pointing at her. Helen
drops to her knees as her master has taught her to do. She
greets this appendage with a large, wet kiss, massaging the head
with her slippery tongue. The dance has done what it always does
for her-left her feeling almost orgasmic. Now she wants to pay
homage to this lovely huge cock, to make it even more ready so
that it will invade her body, give her spectacular pleasure and
then squirt its full tribute into her. And she will willingly do
as she has been taught- she will relax totally, no matter where
this monstrous cock is put, and then participate in the pleasure
whole-heartedly, giving as much as she can, and cummmming with
her new lover, cummmming for him again and again until he has
had enough.

He takes her to the pile of cushions, and removes the rest of his
clothing so that he, like she, is nude. She wonders if this new
lover will want to spank her first- there is master’s leather
strop, hanging on a hook on the wall. Will he want to use this
on her, to demonstrate his total control? He does not. She
drops back on the cushions, thighs spread, ready to be pleasured
by him. He kneels before her, first giving her enticing, wet
pussy a deep tonguing kiss. She responds wildly, raising her
bottom up to meet him, throwing her legs up and back so they rest
on his shoulders. He raises his head, thrusts a finger into her
oily, juicy nest, withdraws that finger and searches for and
finds another orifice for it, thrusting it deep into her bottom.

She gasps. She knows that he will very quickly make her cumm for
the first time this evening- that she had practically but not
quite been there a number of times during the dance, and this
oral stimulation and anal stimulation she cannot resist. But not
yet. He moves his body forward so that his rigid cock is at her
outer portals. She will get, will need, no further foreplay.
Slowly, deeply, thickly, forcefully his rigid rod enters until
it’s entire depth is planted in her. It feels simply marvelous-
stretching her, filling her with true masochistic joy to be
impaled on this huge log of a cock in the presence of this very,
very interested audience. He strokes back and then forward
again- totally in control, setting the pace that pleases him
best. She feels waves of pleasure, consistently increasing in
amplitude, taking her with each slow stroke closer to some edge,
to some cliff over which she must soon plunge. She feels more
absolutely vanquished than ever before. And suddenly, she locks
her arms around his neck and says loudly for all to hear,
ooooooh,oooooo I’mcummmmmmmmmmmmmmminnnng!!!!”. Her new lover
beams, his macho self-esteem satisfied. He has conquered this
tigerish bitch. He has caught her, fucked her, made her respond
ecstatically and wildly, made her surrender totally her orgasm to
him. He feels as if he is ten feet tall, a giant, a hero. And
he is by no means through with her- a man of his experience and
stature and strength can do this for another hour, perhaps. He
continues the slow pace.

Though she has just cum, her arousal has really not diminished
at all. Her new lover is fucking her masterfully, slow, deep
powerful strokes, his finger still imbedded in her anus, keeping
time with the strokes of his cock. Never has she enjoyed fucking
so much as this instant, but at the moment she thinks how
dreadful it is to do this with people watching, how embarrassing,
how disgraceful, how utterly appalling, how dangerous, how
absolutely sensualistically marvelous!!.

And her thought goes to her master, who has orchestrated this
whole event, choreographed it, and she loves him for
understanding her so well, for analyzing her needs for sensation
and humiliation and having them satisfied. Her head turns, she
sees the audience watching, transfixed. The woman is obviously
aroused, her legs now spread, her crotch pointed towards Helen,
though she has her panty-hose on. They make eye contact. The
woman’s lips purse, making the sign of a kiss to Helen, and Helen
makes the response, her tongue emerging and making a licking
motion. Helen knows, absolutely knows, that when the others
leave, that lady will remain, those panty hose will come off, and
Helen will be treated to a closer sight of those female delights
and that Helen’s master will give her to a second lover tonight,
and at the thought, her body shakes and quivers as she goes
through the throes of a second orgasm.

Another hour passes. Two of the guests have left already. Paul
is now fully dressed, immaculate looking again. Helen knows that
he would like to see her again, but the understanding that she
has with her master prevents private contact. If he is to see
her, Tyrone will arrange it. He leaves. Helen has showered,
sipping a small glass of brandy, still nude but now relaxed.
Tyrone is not in sight, nor Amy.

Helen has a reflective pause, thinking of the evening and its
events. She has been, she thinks, spectacularly, forcefully
fucked. In public, so to speak, before an audience who saw every
facet of the engagement. Never before had she been as well
satisfied. Was it Paul- a man of obvious charm, potent physical
attraction for her, undeniable virility, spectacular sexual
technique. Or was it the circumstances, the erotic dance, the
public nudity, the outrageous exhibitionism. She simply did not
know which of these things, singly or in combination, had so done
her in. Paul’s massive dimensions were undoubtedly impressive-
bigger than she had ever had before, and perhaps that alone would
have satisfied her so well. Ladies, talking vulgarly, often say
that bigger is better, but that technique transcends everything.
If so, he would have been rated super-superior on both scores.
But she knew that his huge erection notwithstanding plus his
outstanding technique, a massive component, for her, of this
feeling of satisfaction was the awareness that all of this was
forbidden and dangerous, and therefore doubly delightful. And in
that same context, she knew that Tyrone’s rules or no, that she
would be seeing this Paul again. He did not know where to find
her? Well, perhaps, but she knew where to find him, and there
certainly was nothing that prevented her from initiating the
contact, if she chose to do so. Perhaps she would so choose.

A moment later, Amy appeared, with Tyrone. She was wearing a
revealing Teddy top that showed her sweet, sexy figure. They
joined Helen in a brandy. As it was designed, Amy was offered to
Helen, or perhaps vice versa. Amy has had definite lesbian
interests, so far unresolved. Tyrone, moving people as another
would move chess pieces, has put her in a situation offering the
maximum of temptation along with the maximum of opportunity.

Tyrone left the room, the ladies alone, sipping their respective
brandies, obviously very interested in each other. Helen is
bewildered. She has had sex, marvelous, successful sex tonight
that transcended all her earlier experiences, and here she was,
excited again, interested in seeing what made this Amy tick.
Their hands touched and in an instant, their lips- and then
deeply, their tongues.

In only a moment, Helen was on her knees before the enthralled
Amy, taking a closer look at those feminine charms earlier hinted
at, and now clearly displayed for her. She knew that Tyrone
expected that she would bury her face between these lovely
thighs. She very strongly thought that Amy also wanted exactly
that, though just now she does not know if Amy wanted to, was
ready to reciprocate. Helen’s lips worked their way down Amy’s
body- over little but very shapely breasts, offering sweet
sucking kisses to each nipple. Down across her tummy, paying a
salutation in passing to her naval. And across her curly black
triangle until, descending further, she found that sweet, creamy
moisture that she knew she would find, that little clit
protruding slightly and awaiting her nibbling kisses. And
immediately, Amy’s thighs clenched around Helen’s face, locking
her in a passionate grip. In only seconds, Amy cumms, sweetly,
quietly, but with great movement of her hips and bottom.

Helen relaxed, lying back nude, comfortable, wondering if Amy
will choose to return the compliment. And Amy, slowly, almost
haltingly at first, overcame her own natural shyness and explored
Helen’s body with lips and tongue, every crevice, every lovely
part until she brought Helen to yet another orgasm. And, of
course, Tyrone has returned- he stood in the doorway, silently,
approvingly, watching the love play between the two ladies, his
smile acknowledging the accomplishment of yet one more purpose of
his. He had invited Amy to an event that he thought would
stimulate her incredibly, and make her recognize her fantasies,
and then later would provide her the means of dealing with them,
of accomplishing them. This is Tyrone, a Mephistophilian
personality, ready to probe your desires and fantasies, demanding
that you satisfy them (more or less publically) in order better
to satisfy his own desires and fantasies. And are people happier
for having played Tyrone’s little games?

Just for the record, where was Herbert all this time? Well, he
regarded it as a marvelous opportunity for a bachelor trip
through Europe with an aged business colleague of his- a widower
of 67. This is something that they two had discussed frequently
in the past, something they felt they would one day do, but for
which they had never found the opportunity. This was the chance.

The gentlemen spent four delightful weeks carefully examining all
the gothic cathedrals in France, dined variously at elegant and
expensive restaurants and sometimes at simple local bistros,
sampled interesting and exotic vintages, stayed at grand hotels,
small inns and castles, looked at the Chateaux on the Loire,
went to Chartres and studied the historical architecture plus a
square mile or so of fabled stained glass windows, excursioned to
Brittany and saw Le Mont St Michael, went to Notre Dame (and
perhaps found the hunchback?) met two delightful elderly English
school teachers and took them to dinner, and for all I know, even
got lucky- I did not ask. When he returned, much refreshed and
rested and bubbling with a thousand stories, Herbert said that of
course me missed me while he was gone, but that there is much to
be said for an occasional separate vacation. He thinks that it
gives one a chance to study, to think. It cleans the mind and
gives one a clearer perspective of what things are all about.
Tyrone, hearing this somewhat later, laughingly agreed
absolutely. Sara says that the separate vacation idea is fine
for the wife, but her husband is damn well never going to go
without her. I believe her. It seems that she thinks that she
had better keep an eye on him.

So far as I am concerned, midnight came and the carriage turned
back into a pumpkin, as it always seems to do. King Tyrone was
deposed, relegated to the history books. He had been commanding.
He had been interesting and fascinating in his way. He had shown
a new path to be explored that at the time seemed dangerous but
like most strange new ground, could indeed be surmounted. Still,
it might be, should be regarded as an adventure experienced, a
lesson learned, a challenge successfully overcome. Perhaps, at
times, there had been, to some small degree, personal discomfort
or even embarrassment. Indeed. But that was yesterday. Today, it
was clearly time to move on.

says, “You’re hired. How much do you want for three acts like that per

night?”

don’t get to see it for long. He climbs up with me and over me on his

hands and knees. His legs push mine apart. His lips start sucking on

my tits. Then, he kisses me thoroughly on the mouth. I feel his cock

push deep inside me. The crowd is wild. “Go! Go! GO! GO! GO!” They

are shouting, as our hips push and buck and fuck. The music is very

loud in my ears, and I start my orgasm just as the music hits its peak.

I feel his hot cum spurt inside me at the same time. The music stops.

The cheering and foot stomping is deafening.

has his face within reach. I kiss him, then swing around and, on hands

and knees, shove my ass in his face. He grabs my ass cheeks to hold me.

He sticks his tongue inside my pussy. Ooooooo. I flip over and bring

my knees way back. He leans over and starts licking my clit. And he

sticks a finger deep inside my pussy. The cheering is tremendous.

“Lock the Doors.” I hear someone say.

unbutton my blouse, I watch him. He is nodding and smiling to give me

support. Next my skirt. Oh shit. Pantyhose. Why didn’t he tell me?

I fake it by slithering around on my back. To save time, I pull my

panties off at the same time. My bare pussy is pointing right at him.

When my bra is off, I toss it to him. I know the song, and there is

lots of time left.

This time I watch the next girl real close. She is obviously a pro from

another bar. Her moves are quick and sure. My date takes my hand and

whispers. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But I want to see

you naked.” I look at him, and he has the most eager smile. How could

I turn him down? The girl finishes her act to lots of applause. She

sure did swing her pussy and ass around a lot. Is that what they want?

over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for

burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3×5 card with

the number 6 written on it. “Number 4″ a voice announces over the

microphone.

A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She

is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She

is getting undressed! Oooooo. Auditions. But she is not very good. I

can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and she is

shaking. Real nervous. She takes her bra off, but can’t drop her arms

to show her tits. The music stops and she grabs her clothes. My date

is the only one that applauds her. Nice of him.

The sign says auditions! Oh, so that’s it. Auditions for dancers. Was
I supposed to try out? No way, Jose! My shape isn’t going to get me on
stage! I see somebody waiting outside … I approach him … correctly
guessing this is my date.

I sat down on the jacket with my legs extended and Clifford sort sat in back
of me so I could sort of lean on him. This was all happening fast and I was a
little confused as a good girl doesn’t end up in the woods with a boy. He sort
of put his arms around me and the next thing I know his lips were touching
mine and we were kissing . All of a sudden he sort of open my mouth and put
his tongue in my mouth and started rubbing his tongue on mine. I started to
feel faint but did not want his kissing to stop. We kissed some more and he
put his arms around me and put his hand on the outside of my blouse over my
breasts. I started to move his hands when he kissed me again and started to
press against my breasts and starting feeling them through my clothing. Once
again I had that funny feeling and it was feeling good. I told Clifford he
mustn’t do things like that and he sort of smiled and nodded. He asked if I
wanted to get up and move on but I told him I could trust him and would stay
there but only do kissing. I told him not to touch my breasts any more.