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Kirsti

By: ULISSE



La Fontana Maggiore è al centro della Piazza IV Novembre, tra la Cattedrale e il Palazzo Comunale. La vedi subito, venendo da Corso Vannucci. Intorno c'è sempre gente. Anche perché è un punto di incontro. E c'è sempre qualcuno che ammira, interessato o semplicemente curioso, i rilievi delle ventiquattro facce della vasca inferiore, dove sono rappresentazioni bibliche e simboliche, attribuite a Nicola Pisano, architetto e scultore di origine pugliese. 

Quello che attrasse Renzo fu un ben diverso rilievo, la protuberante rotondità armonica che una ragazza, curva a guardare i rilievi, offriva generosamente ai suoi occhi. Il tessuto elastico e aderente ne evidenziava ogni particolare, la fantasia completava il tutto, ma c'era ben poco da immaginare. Era evidente cosa non si nascondeva in quei sottilissimi stretchy pants. La fortunata detentrice di quelle grazie si alzò. Il resto era addirittura migliore. La generosità della maglietta non era da meno. Sembrava che gliela avessero applicata con lo spray. Il volto perfetto, incorniciato da capelli lunghi, biondissimi, della lucentezza del platino. Si girò, incontrò lo sguardo di Renzo, gli sorrise. Renzo non si lasciò sfuggire il momento. 

"Do you speak english?" 

Il sorriso della ragazza si allargò, mettendo in mostra piccoli candidi denti tra due deliziose labbra naturalmente rosse. 

"Si, ma parlo italiano. Sono qui proprio per perfezionarlo." 

Renzo tirò un sospiro di sollievo. 

"Ti interessa la fontana?" 

"Certo, è molto bella, devo tornare col necessario per fare qualche schizzo." 

"Disegni?" 

"Un po', ma solo per hobby." 

"Altrimenti?" 

"Storia dell'arte, una delle materie che hanno importanza per il mio futuro." 

"Che sarebbe?" 

"Troppo lungo. Devo andare, mi aspettano alla pensione. Se ci incontreremo ancora te lo dirò." 

"Incontriamoci, allora, dipende da noi. Mi chiamo Renzo. Che me diresti di un gelato al caffè Centrale?" 

"Si può fare." 

"Più tardi? Alle tre? Come ti chiami." 

"Kirsti, va bene alle tre." 

"Kirsti?" 

"E' un nome Sami." 

Prese a volo l'autobus che stava ripartendo dalla fermata. 

*** 

Fu puntualissima. 

Scese dal bus e s'avviò al caffè. Renzo la guardava dalla vetrina. Camminava con un leggero ondeggiare, come fluttuando sulle onde, c'era qualcosa di sportivo nell'incedere, ma nel contempo era elegantissima. Senza dire del sex appeal di quelle forme mozzafiato. Era cambiato solo il colore di quello che indossava. Scorse subito Renzo, gli sorrise, lo salutò con la mano, entrò e andò a sedere al tavolo dov'era il giovane. 

"Sei in perfetto orario." 

"Sempre, è una forma elementare di educazione." 

"Cosa gradisci?" 

"Un bel gelato, d'accordo, ma ognuno paga la propria consumazione. OK?" 

"Ottima scelta il gelato, ma non è nelle mie abitudini far pagare la consumazione quando ho invitato io. OK?" 

Il sorriso era incantevole. 

"OK, italiano prepotente, OK." 

"A proposito, mi hai detto che sei Sami, cioè?" 

"Sami o Sabme. Cioè Lappone." 

"Non si dice Suomi?" 

"Suomi è la Finlandia. Io mi chiamo Kirsti Pallto, come la scrittrice, lappone anche lei, che ha scritto 'Lega la mia renna' dove racconta le solitudini e disagi della mia terra." 

C'era un lieve velo di tristezza nel volto, che la rendeva ancora più bella. 

Si avvicinò il cameriere. 

Kirsti ordinò un gelato di frutta, a condizione che non contenesse sostanze sintetiche o artificiali. Il cameriere le assicurò che erano prodotti artigianali, fatti solo con frutta e sciroppi naturali. 

Kirsti spiegò a Renzo, che la guardava interrogativamente. 

"Noi siamo gente semplice, che vive a diretto contatto della natura. Siamo, come dire, dei naturisti. Preferiamo alimenti non manipolati, abbigliamento non elaborato, complicato, fino ad abolirlo del tutto, quando è possibile. Riconosciamo alla natura la capacità di sanare le malattie, la vis medicatrix naturae, come diceva Ippocrate. Le nostre divinità primitive erano la fantastica personificazione della realtà e dei processi naturali." 

Renzo la fissava, ammirato. 

"Sono veramente sorpreso della tua perfetta conoscenza della mia lingua ed anche del latino." 

Kirsti assunse un'aria furbesca. 

"Il fratello di mia madre ha sposato una donna italiana, toscana, studiosa di lettere antiche. Vivevamo nella stessa casa. Dato che erano una coppia senza figli, sono stata educata anche da loro, soprattutto da loro, da zia Flora. Con lei parlavo solo in italiano, ho studiato anche sui suoi libri, leggevo autori italiani e testi classici. Sono ancora fortemente legata a lei, e ogni volta che ho potuto sono corsa in Italia." 

"Hai detto che sei portata al naturismo, anche al nudismo?" 

"E una delle massime espressione di vita essenziale. Sentire il proprio corpo a diretto contatto della natura, carezzato dal sole, cullato dalle onde, ristorato dal fresco del prato... Peccato che nel mio paese ciò sia possibile solo poche volte. Vengo in Italia anche per questo." 

"Scusa, ma non ti senti a disagio a girare nuda?" 

"Perché, si sentono a disagio i fiori che sono vestiti solo di petali, o gli alberi di foglie, o gli altri esseri viventi che mostrano solo la loro pelle? E' la malizia che fa pensare al vergogna. Fu dopo aver peccato che gli abitanti dell'Eden si accorsero d'essere nudi e si vergognarono." 

"Sei cattolica?" 

"No, Luterana, ma non molto praticante. Te l'ho detto, sono per la natura, per il sole, per le stelle, la luna, il vento, la pioggia, la neve, i monti, i fiumi, i laghi, il mare..." 

"Romantica?" 

"Dobbiamo Intenderci sul cosa intendiamo per romantica. Che si ispira al romanticismo? 

Si se lo si intende caratterizzato prevalentemente dal ripudio delle regole e degli schemi in nome della spontaneità e della libera creatività dell'individuo, dall'esaltazione del sentimento e dell'istinto, dalla rivalutazione delle religioni positive, dal culto della tradizione e delle peculiarità nazionali. 

Vi sono, comunque, differenze nel romanticismo, non credo che possano considerarsi uguali il romanticismo del Leopardi, con quello di Carlo Alberto, o di Schelling, o definire romanticismo ogni inclinazione al sentimentalismo languido e all'evasione fantastica. 

In filosofia, Romanticismo filosofico è l'espressione usata per designare nel suo complesso l'idealismo classico tedesco, e in particolare il pensiero di Fichte, di Schelling e di Hegel, caratterizzato dalla pretesa di svolgere il "vero" significato della rivoluzione kantiana, dalla consacrazione filosofica della tradizione e della storia e dalla concezione almeno tendenzialmente monistica della realtà. 

Per la sua stessa complessità e per la vastità dell'area che investe, non è possibile stringere nel giro di una definizione il significato del termine Romanticismo e connotare tutte le implicazioni di gusto, di sensibilità, di orientamento intellettuale che ne arricchiscono la risonanza. 

Renzo la guardava sbalordito. Lei se ne accorse. 

"Ti annoio?" 

"Tutt'altro, è la più bella e sintetica dissertazione sul Romanticismo che abbia mai udito, e che mi interessi tanto." 

"Non prendermi in giro." 

Davvero, sono sorpreso e ammirato. Sei imprevedibile. M'ero scioccamente limitato ad ammirare la tua armonica bellezza, il tuo fascino, la tua avvenenza. Ti prego, parla ancora, è bello ascoltarti." 

"Sincero?" 

"Sincerissimo." 

"L'hai voluto tu." 

Il cameriere li interruppe, servendo due straordinari gelati, con tanto di cialde. 

Renzo disse che, in ogni caso, desiderava ancora conoscere i pensiero di Kirsti sul Romanticismo. 

Il gelato era ottimo, la ragazza lo assaporava golosamente, lasciandolo sciogliere lentamente in bocca. 

"Tu, piuttosto, non mi hai ancora detto che cosa fai." 

"Insegno agrochimica ed entomologia." 

"Sei un prof!" 

"Ebbene si, sono associato, presso la facoltà di Agraria, e mi interesso di ricerche sugli insetti nocivi all'agricoltura." 

"Non immaginavo che tu fossi prof, sei così giovane. Sembri più uno studente." 

"Grazie per il complimento, ma tra qualche giorno compio i miei trentatrè." 

"Comunque sei un docente giovanissimo. E non è un complimento, sono incapace di farne, è solo una constatazione. Mi sento un po' in imbarazzo, ora che so chi sei." 

"Motivo?" 

"Non so. Li vedo sempre così distaccati i professori, tu, invece..." 

"Invece?" 

"... mia fai sentire perfettamente a mio agio." 

"Non vedo perché non dovrebbe essere così. Perché sono troppo vecchio?" 

"Ma che vecchio!" 

"Tu sei una bambina, però." 

"Se consideri bambina una di vent'anni..." 

"In un certo senso si, anche se sei così brava, così matura nel pensiero, così dotata di brillante intelligenza analitica, valutativa, espositiva." 

"Giudizio lusinghiero, non meritato, e detto con terminologia chiaramente accademica. Professionalità sempre presente, vero?" 

"Adesso sei tu che mi prendi in giro. Vuoi dirmi ancora qualcosa sul Romanticismo?" 

"Alla prossima sessione, professore. Se ci sarà." 

"Perché dubitativa?" 

Fece un profondo sospiro, con espressione non più allegra come prima. Alzò le spalle. 

"Mah!" 

"Tu che programmi hai per il tuo avvenire?" 

"Tanti, ma uno in particolare. Approfondire storia dell'arte, italiano, e operare nel campo del turismo, o cose del genere. Ho una piccola collaborazione con Finnair e SAS, per programmi di viaggi in Scandinavia, soprattutto in Lapponia. Tornare per qualche tempo nella mia Rovaniemi, nel Lapin, alla confluenza dell'Ounasjoki e del Kemijoki. E' un importante mercato di pellicce. Sai, in inverno la temperatura scende a molti gradi sotto lo zero. Ma io voglio bene alla mia città che durante la seconda guerra mondiale fu al centro del conflitto russo-tedesco-finlandese; rimase distrutta nel 1944. Oggi è una frequentata stazione turistica e di sport invernali. Andrò spesso a Oulu, a circa duecento chilometri, per l'Università. 

Quello che considero un po' un sogno, è poter lavorare presso la nostra Ambasciata di Roma, nel campo degli scambi culturali italo-finnici." 

"Sono certo che ci riuscirai." 

"Grazie per l'augurio." 

"Non è un semplice voto ed è più che un presagio: una certezza." 

"Grazie." 

"Volevo, poi, tornare sul tuo 'mah', scettico. Proprio perché insegno all'università, ti seguo nel tuo campo. Non c'è mai una sola sessione, e tu non hai terminato la tua esposizione, quindi devi tornare!" 

"Quando, professore?" 

"Quanto prima." 

"Sempre qui?" 

"Dove vuoi. Hai detto che sei a pensione, quindi non credo sia quello il posto più adatto. Io vivo in un piccolo appartamento in una villetta nei pressi della facoltà." 

"Solo?" 

"Solissimo, da buon 'single'." 

"Ah!" 

"Altra considerazione espressa con una esclamazione. E' correlata al 'mah'?" 

Kirsti rise di cuore. 

"E' il mio modo di esprimere incredulità, dubbi, indecisioni." 

"Che ne diresti di andare al cinema? C' un film in prima visione." 

"Ho visto le locandine, deve essere interessante." 

"A che ora devi essere in pensione?" 

"Sono liberissima. Non ho orario. Ho la chiave. Se non torno per la cena la mia amica Inge mi porta qualcosa nella camera che divide con me. E' una svedese con la quale vado molto d'accordo. Frequenta l'università per stranieri, l'ultimo anno." 

"Cosa dici per il cinema, 'ah' o 'mah'?" 

"Piantala, professore, se mi provochi sono portata a risponderti a tono." 

"Rispondi." 

"Andiamo al cine. Mi sembra che sia un po' lontano da qui. Prendiamo il bus?" 

"Se vuoi che lasciamo qui la mia auto, prendiamo il bus." 

"Mi stai canzonando, vedo che ti piace farlo." 

"Sei molto lontana da quello che penso. Sto scherzando un po', cosa che non mi accade spesso, perché mi piace la tua compagnia. Ti conosco solo da qualche ora ma mi sembra di conoscerti da sempre. Ho tredici anni più di te, ma ti avverto particolarmente vicina, non sono studente da tempo immemorabile, ma mi sento preso da una gioia goliardica." 

"Sai che è bello quello che dici? Sono lieta di provocare in te simili sensazioni. Anche io, devo riconoscerlo, non mi accorgo della diversa età, della differenza del nostro vivere quotidiano." 

Tese la mano, attraverso il tavolino, guardandolo con profonda dolcezza. Occhi incantevoli, come i laghi della Lapponia. 

Renzo chiamò il cameriere, pagò, rivolse lo sguardo alla ragazza. Kirsti si alzò, si avviò alla porta. L'auto era dall'altra parte della strada. Una decappottabile amaranto, con hard top. Vi si avvicinarono. 

"E' questa?" 

"Si." 

La ragazza vi girò intorno, esaminandone i minimi particolari. 

"Ti piace?" 

"Per me è un dream car. Non sono mai salita su una Alfa. E' bellissima. Tenuta benissimo. E' nuova?" 

"Alcuni mesi." 

Renzo fece scattare l'apertura degli sportelli, aprì quello dalla parte del marciapiede, fece salire Kirsti, richiuse lo sportello, andò dal lato opposto, sedette al volante. 

Kirsti guardava intorno, visibilmente ammirata, compiaciuta. 

Peccato che il cine non sia, poi, tanto distante. Arriveremo subito. 

"Se vuoi, facciamo prima un giretto. Andiamo allo spettacolo successivo." 

"Puoi?" 

"Certo. Allaccia la cintura di sicurezza." 

Si avviò lentamente, scendendo verso Ponte San Giovanni, poi prese la strada per Santa Maria degli Angeli. I limiti di velocità e il traffico non consentivano di mostrare le brillanti doti dell'auto, ma Kirsti contemplava il panorama, osservava le auto che incrociavano, che sorpassavano, con un espressione di felicità fanciullesca nel volto. Sembrava volesse battere le mani. Ogni tanto guardava Renzo, sorridendogli. 

Renzo tratteneva a difficoltà il forte desiderio di abbracciarla, di carezzarla, di metterle la mano sulla gamba. Temeva di guastare tutto, di compromettere la breve gita, di non poterla avere accanto a sé, al cine. 

Erano a Santa Maria degli Angeli. Si fermarono vicino a un bar. 

"Possiamo entrare?" 

Kirsti non sapeva come chiamarlo. Professore? Le sembrava allontanarlo. Renzo? Lo considerava troppo intimo. Perché intimo? Lui si chiamava Renzo. Non conosceva neppure il cognome! 

"Certo, andiamo. Hai mai visitato la chiesa, la Porziuncola?" 

"Si, una volta." 

Vicino al bar, un negozio di souvenir esponeva alcune guide del luogo. Una era molto nota agli studiosi, era una pubblicazione che poteva considerarsi professionale. Renzo l'acquistò, la consegnò a Kirst. 

"Grazie. E' questa premura che distingue gli Italiani. Qualche Italiano. Devi firmarla, però." 

"Quando usciremo andremo al bar e ti farò ... la dedica. Ti piacciono gli Italiani?" 

"Non la metterei così. Una persona non mi piace per nazionalità o razza, per quello che è, per come si comporta, per le sue qualità." 

"Per il suo sex appeal." 

"Certo non guasta, ma non è al primo posto. Il comportamento e l'intelligenza sono essenziali. Non deve essere una persona bruttissima, però." 

Non si capiva se era sincera o scherzava. Il volto e il tono della voce erano seri. 

La visita fu abbastanza lunga e minuziosa. Ogni tanto Kirsti sussurrava qualche commento nell'orecchio di Renzo. Per essergli vicino gli si mise sotto braccio, trasmettendogli il tepore del suo giovane e incantevole corpo. 

Al bar scelse un frullato di frutta. Anche Renzo. 

Kirsti gli porse il libro che le aveva regalato. 

Lui lo aprì, scrisse qualcosa, lo restituì alla ragazza. 

Se vedendo un angelo significa essere in paradiso, oggi, vedendo te, Kirsti, ho conosciuto il paradiso. Renzo Seguiva la data 

Kirsti lesse, si porse verso lui, lo baciò sulla guancia. 

Renzo la guardò, senza parlare. 

"Se vogliamo andare al cine è ora di muoverci." 

"OK." 

Ripercorsero la strada verso la città. Kirsti aveva perduto l'aria sbarazzina, era pensosa, assorta. Renzo la guardava di sfuggita, di tanto in tanto. 

"Un penny per i tuoi pensieri, bambina." 

Lei assentì col capo, sempre guardando la strada. Gli occhi le brillavano, i lunghi capelli biondi-platino avevano riflessi metallici al sole che andava tramontando. 

"Sei preoccupata per quello che dovrai dirmi ancora sul Romanticismo?" 

Alzò le spalle, strinse le labbra. 

"Scherzo, bambina. Ma voglio che tu sia allegra. C'è qualcosa che non va? Desideri tornare alla pensione?" 

Lei scosse prontamente il capo, con decisione. Allungò la sua piccola mano e la mise su quella di lui, sul volante. 

Forse stava sbagliando, pensava, ma Renzo le sembrava il suo complemento e completamento naturale. Lei era sempre controllata e cauta in ogni scelta e decisione, e fino a quel momento non se ne era mai pentita. Perché avrebbe sbagliato proprio adesso? Anche Renzo aveva riconosciuto che sapeva condurre una analisi obiettiva e serena e trarne conclusioni equilibrate. Non era alla ricerca d'una avventura con un latin lover di turno. Del resto Renzo non dava l'impressione di essere uno che ci prova. Si comportava da persona seria e prudente. Era la prima volta che si sentiva protetta, difesa, sostenuta. Non era la falena attratta dalla fiamma che l'avrebbe bruciata. Renzo era il tepore di un riparo sicuro, la carezzevole e soffice coltre che l'avvolgeva deliziosamente. 

Erano giunti al cinema. 

La sala non era molto piena. I posti assegnati erano ottimi. Si dominava tutto intorno, e si aveva la piena visione del grande schermo. Le poltrone comode, confortevoli. Si spense la luce. Kirsti prese la mano di Renzo e la accompagnò in modo che l'uomo la cingesse, gli posò il capo sulla spalla, quasi rannicchiandosi. Apprezzò che non le avesse subito esplorato il petto. Le carezzava teneramente il braccio. Era piacevole sentirlo così. Se ne sentiva teneramente attratta. Gli prese ancora la mano e la portò sul suo capezzolo turgido. Gradì il lieve muoversi che le dava i brividi. Sensazioni mai provate. 

All'uscita, ormai, era sera. 

"Ti è piaciuto il film, bambina?" 

Sorrise deliziosamente. 

"Non lo so. M'è venuta fame, credo che devo andare alla pensione. Dov'è che posso prendere il bus?" 

"Che ne diresti d'una cenetta in un localino caratteristico?" 

"Fanno la pizza?" 

"Ti piace?" 

"Ne vado matta." 

"La fanno benissimo, espressa e cotta a legna." 

"Splendido. Hanno anche della buona birra?" 

"Alla spina." 

Tornò la ragazza allegra di prima. 

"Andiamo." 

"E' giù, non lontano dalla mia Facoltà. Forza, in auto." 

In pochi minuti raggiunsero il ristorante indicato da Renzo. Sembrava l'ingresso dove un tempo si fermavano le diligenze per il cambio dei cavalli e per il ristoro dei passeggeri. L'interno era arredato in armonia con l'entrata, senza gli eccessi che spesso, falsano la sobria realtà del tempo al quale vogliono richiamarsi. Un uomo in tenuta da cameriere li accolse con amabile cordialità. 

"Buona sera professor Riccardi." 

Kirsti conobbe, finalmente, il cognome di Renzo. 

"Buona sera Bruno. Kirsti, lui è il proprietario del locale, che qualche volta si degna anche di servire a tavola. Se ti affidi a lui, però, gusti cose delicate e deliziose." 

Kirsti gli sorrise tendendogli la mano. 

"Non dia retta al professore, signorina, io sono sempre al suo servizio. Come adesso, del resto. Un tavolino tranquillo?" 

"Certo, Bruno. Kirsti vuole assaggiare la pizza che prepara il suo pizzaiolo che, a quanto sostiene, è proprio di Napoli, e per di più di porta Alba, dove, specie anni fa, si facevano le migliori pizze d'Italia." 

"Voi, invece, professore, potrete gustare quella che 'oggi' è l'unica vera pizza napoletana, con prodotti di quella terra, lavorati come si faceva un tempo. Prego, accomodatevi. Mando subito Mario." 

Li accompagnò in un angolino appartato. Dopo poco giunse Mario, al quale ordinarono due 'margherite' e due grandi di 'bionda originale'. 

Kirsti guardava intorno, compiaciuta. 

Bruno aveva perfettamente ragione, le pizze erano deliziose, la birra, fredda al punto giusto, di ottima qualità. 


Kirstin



Kirstin, Anna and Ella had all spen the early part of their lives in Skandanavia and as a result of this were much more comfortable about their own bodies and nudity among family and friends than was normal in England. Dave had spent enough time there that he had gotten used to this and as an adult had often spent time in the Sauna with Kirstin and her husband before he died in a car crash and also Ella and her parents who had tragically died of Cancer within a few months of each other. That was just after Ella's sixteenth birthday. 

Ella's parents having no other family of their own had asked if after their death's Dave would take on the parental role with Ella, even though, as she was over sixteen there was no need to jump through any legal hoops to do this. Dave had lost his own partner to cancer as well so he was well placed to understand some of what Ella must have gone through.

It was natural that Ella and Anna should spend a lot of time with each other as their native languages were similar enough that they could converse in them without difficulty. Living in a small village, it was also not surprising that Dave who spoke passable Norweigan should end up spending time with Kirstin.

All four had often seen each other naked but it had never been about sex, even when as happened occasionally Dave did sport an impressive hard on. Indeed the two girls were virgins, unlike most of their contempories, giving the lie to the myth that their attitude to nudity meant they were also promiscuous.

This was some felt inevitably going to change one day and sure enough, they were right.

On the day in question the two eighteen year old girls were in one room and Dave and Kirstin were in another where he was sorting out something to do with her computer. Needless to say birthday suits were the dress of choice as the Swedish made woodstove was pushing out enough heat to make anything else less than comfortable.

Ella and Anna were in Anna's room looking through some copies of, "More" magazine. As any British readers below a certain age will be aware, sex is a major topic in this teenage publication and it was not long before there was a lot of giggling over, "position of the fortnight."

"Do you think Dave and your mum could manage this one."

"That is gross!" Anna was quick to show that even among the more liberated, the idea of one's parents having sex does not go down easilly.

"Why? Dave has probably got the nicest looking penis I have seen. I wouldn't mind him being my first."

Anna stopped to think about her prejudice for a moment. "I guess you are right, I wouldn't mind either but I just don't like to think about mum fucking."

What neither of the youngsters was aware of was that the adults were in the room next to them and could hear every word they were saying.

Kirstin grinned and put a finger to her lips as one of the girls read out the description of a particularly athletic position. "Do you want to try that one?" She whispered.

"Or perhaps I could taste you first to get you warmed up?"

"Or a sixtynine? First one to cum does the dishes tonight?"

"Your'e on!"

Dave was not above a little bit of cheating and once Kirstin was lying on the bed he kissed his way down her body, spending a not inconsiderable amount of time on her breasts and nipples before moving on to the main event. By the time he got there, Kirstin was very wet and Dave enjoyed the taste of her fresh juices. She had showered shortly before he arrived. He forced himself to concentrate on what he was doing and not on the sensation of Kirstin's mouth on his dick. 

Dave didn't go for her clitoris right away but spent about five minutes, licking and sucking on the skin around Kirstin's vagina. Only then did he start pushing inside her with his tongue. This was his speciality, over the years he spent with his partner, he had built up the muscles in his tongue till he could push inside her tightness. He was one of the few men who really could give a woman a tongue-fucking. 

After doing this for a while he then moved on to the sensitive bud at the apex of her flower. As he sucked this into his mouth his fingers replaced his tongue and sought out Kirstin's G-spot.

When he found it, any idea of keeping their activity secret from the teenagers went right out of the window and probably into the window of the house on the other side of the road, even though both were closed at the time.

In the room next door, at least metaphorically, Ella's ears pricked up. She had never heard Kirstin swear before but in the throes of an impending orgasm she was Ella had to admit, remarkably elequent. 

If Ella looked surprised, then Anna was totally gob smacked! "Do you think they are trying that position?" The incredulity in her voice would have been evident to anyone hearing her. At least her mothers cries would prevent her or Dave from hearing her.

Ella was about to answer when a final cry signalled Kirstin's climax. A moment later, she heard Dave's soft voice ask, "Do you want to try that position now?"

"Fuck yes!"

Ella's eyes took on a distant look as she pictured the scene next door in her mind. Dave would be standing, legs slightly apart and crouching, allowing Kirstin to lower herself down onto his pole before locking her legs around his waist and leaning back to push on the ground with her hands above her head. Her right hand had made it's way down to play with her own snatch as she imagined Dave taking her cherry.

Next door, Dave was laughing as his hands gripped Kirstin's ass cheeks while his hips moved backwards and forwards in an easy rhythm. "So much for keeping quiet."

"It's good for her to know her mother isn't past it." This last said loudly enough that Anna had to have heard it. As she heard Ella laugh in response, Anna showed that the power yoga classes she had been attending three times a week for the last five years had done some good. She lifted one arm, supporting herself on the other hand while her left started to stroke her clitoris. 

Dave took that as a cue to speed up a little. "God, that looks so hot seeing you do that."

Kirstin, approaching her second orgasm didn't reply but changed arms to support herself before speeding up the stroking of her nub. Dave started to pull Kirstin in tighter to his crotch with each thrust. Kirstin then placed her feet on Dave's calves and with a push used her stomach muscles to pull herself up. "bite my nipples!"

Dave did so, straightening and bending his legs to keep up the momentum towards his own explosion. Kirstin's came first and this pushed him over the top. At the same time, next door, Ella brought herself to a satisfying conclusion, her breathing slowly returning to normal once her pussy had stopped contracting.

"It would be soo good to have Dave for my first time." Ella didn't care by now if she was heard, in fact she wanted Dave to hear her......

Should I follow this up? What direction should it take? Should Dave take the cherrries of the two teenagers? Let me know what you think. 



Kirsty Lures Andy into the Woods



Andy pulled the rental car onto the driveway hoping to see signs of life from the house. There were none. His train journey had started very early in the morning and taken five hours It had been followed by an hour of driving the car he had picked up at the train station. This visit to his family for an early start to the Christmas break was demanding already and there was no-one here to greet him. In his ten years of working he had never taken such a long break at Christmas so this year it was to be special.

Sitting in the car with the engine still running Andy had tried to call various family members who he had expected to be at home but he got none of his calls answered. He noticed a pick up leaving the nearest neighbour's driveway and turn onto the road heading past him. The vehicle appeared to be roaring off but it suddenly slammed to a halt, skidded all four drive wheels into reverse and hurtled briefly backwards before swinging into the same driveway as Andy's car.

In the rear view mirror, he watched the driver's door open and a slender young women, probably early to mid- twenties, with shoulder length blonde hair emerge. Andy pulled on his door handle and climbed out too to meet the visitor. "Hi, I'm Andy. I'm supposed to be visiting these folks. They're my family, but no one's home."

"Hi, I'm Kirsty, the new neighbour. Well, new-ish here but I've always lived round here abouts but I don't think we've met before. I reckon your family could've got delayed by the weather. There's some serious snow about according to the forecast. They might be a while. Ain't you got a key?"

Andy shook his head. "No, they expected to be here when I arrived. I've travelled out from the city."

Kirsty ran her hand through her blonde locks. "Wow! Long journey. And, they could be ages and there's no one home at my place either and I'm headed out, so I can't help you there. Actually, I'm going hunting and it's the last day of the season. Hey, you're welcome to tag along. I like company when I go shooting. I've only got my one gun though."

Andy hesitated then he looked at Kirsty with a more male eye. She was an attractive girl, her looks not spoilt by the one inch scar on her cheek. Her slim body was swathed in her hunting clothes but they still left her sexily alluring. Her jacket was not zipped right up, leaving a tantalising amount of flesh on display below her neck line.

To add to the persuasion, Kirsty offered boots and a jacket which only served to remind Andy that he had brought his with him.

"I've got a hide in Miller's Woods and I've a cabin a bit further in. I've got supplies there and some more in the pick up if we need feedin'." Kirsty added.

For Andy, spending some time with this girl was of greater interest than hunting but perhaps it didn't matter what the activity was, so long as he could be with her. So, after some mock hesitation he agreed to go along. 

They sorted the clothes, boots and some bits of kit. Andy sent some texts to his family and left a note too. He took his phone with him but he realised there was not much battery charge left.

Kirsty drove like a mad thing, claiming that she was late setting out and there was not too much daylight left. She hoped to get a deer or two to freeze for Winter. They chatted as she drove, Andy telling her about his job in the city, boring though it really was, Kirsty telling him that she was hunting for work as well as deer. "Being out of work means at least I can go hunting. and I love it. Most girls like me don't bother with it but I really like it - and I'm quite good."

Andy told her that he had lived in the city for more than twelve years now, going there after finishing college so he had lost touch with a lot of the country ways of life. "I haven't come back home too often either, so this year I've made a special effort for a family Christmas."

Half an hour later, Kirsty turned the pick up onto a track that led to some woods. There were a few flakes of snow starting to fall now but Kirsty assured Andy that it wouldn't be a problem. About a mile down the track, Kirsty pulled up and announced that they were near to her hide. Clothing themselves for the weather then loading themselves up with equipment and the rifle, they set out with Kirsty leading the way. Talking quietly, Kirsty pointed out aspects of the woods that suggested there had been deer around recently. She stopped and asked Andy if he could see the hide yet. After scanning the woods ahead, he told her that he couldn't see it. She walked on and was very soon opening a crude structure made from thin branches and some living saplings. There was a sloping roof, also made of branches, woven through a frame. Inside, there was enough height to stand upright and two small viewing panels that looked out onto a clearing about seventy yards distant. 

Kirsty organised things, briefing Andy on some of the 'dos and don'ts' for the session. Having got everything sorted, her final act was to remove her rifle from its canvas bag. She impressed Andy with her handling of the weapon and it caused him to notice her dainty hands with their slender fingers. Now they could only talk in whispers and Kirsty's eyes were on the clearing ahead, hoping to see some deer arrive. Andy took the opportunity to look more closely at the girl, noting her small ears, her striking blue eyes and her looks in profile which he could now see were even more attractive than he had first realised.

With a hand signal and a touch on her cheek, he managed to get Kirsty to understand that he was asking about the scar on her face. "Hunting accident, I was a bit careless with my knife. I hate that scar!" she whispered. Andy could see that it was a neat wound not jagged as it easily could have been and the stitch marks were delicate and neat. As such, it did not detract from her looks, rather it was almost enhancing them.

After they had been waiting in the hide for over an hour, Kirsty turned to Andy. "Hey, I'm gonna need to pee. I'm gonna squat here rather that cause a disturbance out there. You okay with that? If I go out there I'll disturb any deer that might be about."

Andy looked at her incredulously. "You're gonna pee here - now!" he whispered.

"I have to!" she whispered back with urgency. "And we are in the country now." 

Andy shrugged and realised that Kirsty had not actually asked him to look away. As he watched, Kirsty lowered her jeans and then her panties, squatting as she did. She still didn't ask him to look away and he didn't offer. He liked the shapely naked thighs that he could now see. He heard the unmistakeable sound and spotted the yellow trickle which luckily flowed straight out of the back of the hide. After what seemed a long squat, Kirsty stood up, pulling her panties up at the same time but she still managed to give Andy a teasing glimpse of her bush as it got tucked away inside her clothes again. He thought he got the impression of quite a plump mound and could see the shade of pubes almost matched her blonde hair and that they were probably untrimmed. 

"I don't think any woman I only just met has ever done that in front of me before." He whispered, not going on to say that he had found the experience very sensual, which he had. He realised that it was the first time such an act had excited him.

"I come from a hunting family. It happens! My dad taught me, my brothers don't bother about me doing it." she replied, unabashed by her display. Andy suddenly had an image of some guys standing around watching their sister pissing in the woods - and how did her father teach her that, he wondered, again with images appearing in his mind.

The snow was falling more heavily now and there was sufficient wind to cause it to swirl around. What Andy did not realise, after so many years of city life, was that the tree canopy was holding a lot of the falling snow and that it was falling more heavily than he could actually see. 

Kirsty's hand pressed softly on Andy's forearm, indicating that there was something happening out there. Andy's eyes darted around the clearing and he detected some movement. Two deer were gingerly stepping out of the trees keeping all of their senses on full alert. Kirsty slowly raised the gun, easing the sight up to her eye. Andy realised he was holding his breath. He also realised that, bizarrely, he was getting an erection. He knew it was not the prospect of an animal dying that was causing it. He was too soft and cared too much about animals for that to be the case. He knew that it was watching this lovely girl skilfully handle a weapon that was causing his arousal.

He stared at the rifle, focussing on Kirsty's trigger finger. It was squeezing with such deft control, preparing to fire that bullet once Kirsty's eye saw what it needed to see through the sights. He braced for the loud crack of the gun firing. He still drew no breath. He was still stiffening.

The finger smoothly fired the rifle. The shot rang out setting off a ringing in their ears. The snow that had settled on the hide shook and showered them both in tiny flecks of ice. Smoke drifted into the hide from the dangerous end of the barrel.

"Fuck!" hissed Kirsty and Andy quickly looked out to see the tails of the deer bobbing off into the trees. "Too fucking high, dammit!" Kirsty bemoaned. 

"Well, there'll be another chance!" Andy tried to console her.

"We'll have to wait ages!" Kirsty replied.

"That's okay - isn't it?" Andy offered.

"S'pose!" she replied, still annoyed with her shot. 

They took the opportunity to move about to loosen up after the long period of stillness. Then Kirsty brought them back under her orders, waiting quietly with little movement again.

As they stared out, they could see the snow falling more heavily now, the large flakes swirling then carpeting the clearing. They waited for almost an hour before Kirsty raised concerns about the snow. 

"I reckon we need to give up for the day. That snow looks to be getting worse." Kirsty announced in a matter of fact manner. They gathered everything together and set off back to the pick up. 

They talked as they strode through the trees, occasionally kicking through small deep pockets of snow. "You seem quite fit for a city guy." Kirsty commented.

"Well, I jog and do gym so I'm in reasonable shape." he replied with a hint of arrogance. In fact, he hated all the exercise but stuck to it to keep himself fit for the ladies. He was still playing the field and enjoying it.

As they got nearer to the edge of the woods, the snow was falling decidedly more heavily and they were stumbling through deeper patches on the ground. They saw the tree line and the lighter horizon beyond. 

As they arrived at the pick up, Kirsty exclaimed "Shit! We ain't gonna get through that!" gesturing at the snow covered track.

Andy's eyes widened as he took in the white vista. "It's not so deep, is it?" he queried. "Not for this truck, surely?"

"Deep enough! The track's got ditches both sides and I can't tell where they are now the snow's drifted." Kirsty told him. 

"But you're gonna try, right?" said Andy.

"I can't risk putting this thing into a ditch! " she told him excitedly. "We'll have to head for the cabin. Stay there the night."

"Stay in a cabin - in the woods - in Winter - in this snow!" Andy exclaimed.

"Hey, you're welcome to walk - on your own!" Kirsty offered.

Andy realised that he had no real reason to get home tonight. There was plenty of time to see the family. And it was slowly dawning on him that he'd be staying out alone with this lovely girl - the one who gave him an erection just by firing a rifle. "You're right! It'd be mad to try to drive through that. How far's this cabin?"

"Not far!" said Kirsty, not answering his question at all really. 

They sorted out the equipment, rationalising what they needed to take. Kirsty decided to lock her rifle in a steel box in the trunk of the pick up. They sorted out the food and some other bits and pieces. Before they set off, Andy remembered his phone. Now it was showing the battery was about to die. He quickly rattled off a text to his mother. "Trapped by snow. Staying cabin in Millers Wood C U tom A"

They strode back into the wood, Kirsty navigating confidently. They walked and talked, Kirsty explaining about the cabin, what was in it and promising everything would be fine. "The forecast reckoned it'll be warmer tomorrow so the snow could be gone soon enough." she told Andy. 

Now they walked along together on what might have been a small track if they could actually see under the snow. They talked happily now, the earlier tensions gone and Andy now looked forward to them being alone in the relative shelter of this cabin. 

"Careful here!" Kirsty warned - but not soon enough. Suddenly they were both sliding down a small bank. As their arms flailed and feet skidded, they dropped into icy shallow water, their momentum pushing them on to fall into a snow covered pool.

They both clambered out of the shallow pool, saturated all down their fronts. Luckily the bag with the food supplies in had been thrown clear by Kirsty. They stood up, gasping with the shock of the cold water which had reached through to the skin. Opened mouthed, they stared at each other, temporarily speechless. Kirsty broke the silence. "Shit! That was never flooded before. We need to get to the cabin and quick. We could freeze."

The two of them gathered their things together and Kirsty led the way. After ten more minutes of struggling through the snow, Andy saw the cabin up ahead. It was built traditionally from pine trunks and looked about twelve feet by twelve with a sloping roof, now snow covered. Kirsty was soon unlocking the door. Inside, the cabin was well prepared for rapid and urgent occupancy. The pot belly stove was already laid and just needed lighting. There were plenty of matches stored there. Kirsty swung into action, lighting an old worn oil lantern and then the stove. 

Looking around, Andy noticed plenty of dry fire wood, a container filled with water, a kettle and a pan, some tin mugs and plates. There was a bed, an old wide single bed, about four feet or so . Just one chair and a small table completed the furniture except for a cupboard with two doors, one of which had a keyhole. He also spotted some curious notches in the wooden beam over the door which were a lot newer than the rest of the cabin. 

Once the fire in the stove was giving off heat, Kirsty said "We need to get out of these wet things now. We can get them dried by the stove by morning. We can't stay in wet clothes and there's no spares here. I've got two blankets we can wrap in before we turn in. No need to be shy. I'm a big girl, I've seen a naked man before and this is an emergency, Andy."

They began struggling out of the wet things, helping each other when needed. Jackets came off quite easily. Sweaters put up a fight. Shirts were tricky too. They paused at that point and Andy's eyes got glued to Kirsty's sports bra. The water from the pool had reached that far and the wet white fabric clearly showed her nipples which he thought were large considering the size of her breasts.

They both started on trousers, pulling the wet legs off with difficulty, eventually tugging each trouser leg from the other person. Practically exhausted, they stood by the stove, Andy wearing just wet boxers and Kirsty in wet panties and sports bra.

"These need to come off too!" said Kirsty. Andy looked at her, lost for words. She added "Hey, we're adults. I'm okay with you seeing me. My dad and brothers never bother but if you're too shy, wrap the blanket around you then take them off." With that, Kirsty pulled her sports bra off and lowered her panties. She glared at Andy and said "If you're gonna just stare at my tits and pussy, you can drop your boxers now!" Her tits were small but lovely in shape, with erect nipples and large areolae. Her pussy was covered by the untrimmed bush of a blonde to light brown colour. Andy saw that she had a great ass too, lovely small pert cheeks. Realising he could get a hard on quite easily, Andy grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around himself before slipping out of his boxers. Kirsty very slowly followed suit with her blanket, as though she was showing herself to Andy first, despite her earlier words.

The wet clothes were hung around half of the stove to dry and they soon had steam rising off them. Kirsty kept tending to them, turning them to keep them drying . In between all that she unlocked the cupboard and pulled out two tins of beef stew. Her bag from the pick up had bread, cookies and some peanut M&Ms. She set about heating the stew and serving it with hunks of bread torn from the loaf. The blanket fell off her several times and on each occasion Andy got an eyeful of Kirsty's delights. He realised that she was not rushing to cover up and that sometimes her bending was giving him graphic views of her proud pussy lips. 

They ate the hot hearty meal, chatting in bursts and each pausing for thought. 

Over some cookies and the M&Ms, Andy asked Kirsty about her brothers. She had three. He drew out of her that if she stayed out here when hunting with any of them, they weren't too fussy if it came to seeing each other without clothes. "We don't sleep in our hunting clothes, you know!" she told him. Again, he had pictures forming in his mind. 

Then Andy took the opportunity to ask about the notches over the door. Kirsty said that they each represented a hunting kill she had made, Andy counted them. There were fifteen.

"I gotta pee before we go to bed." Kirsty announced. 

"You going out there?" Andy asked.

"Hell no! Not in that weather! We use an indoor thing." With that she pulled an old bucket from under the bed. She looked at Andy, almost making it look like she was checking that he was watching her - and he was. At that, she flung the blanket onto the bed and squatted over the bucket and let flow. Andy was finding himself admitting privately that he now got a bit of a buzz from Kirsty's peeing antics - which he'd never felt with anyone before. He offered to empty the bucket outside and took the opportunity to relieve himself, almost wishing Kirsty would want to watch him. It was still snowing but not as heavily now.

Having eaten there was little else to do but turn in. Kirsty loaded the stove with more wood and re-arranged the drying clothes again. By now the cabin was very warm despite the draughts from the door and sole window. "Our clothes'll be dry by morning, I reckon." she told Andy.

"The bed is narrow for two!" Andy said, hoping that Kirsty would confirm that it would be fine for both of them. He got the answer he wanted but not in the way he expected. 

"Me and daddy find it big enough!" she casually replied. 

Trying to be as casual, Andy replied "Oh, I see. I guess you two wouldn't be naked though."

"Well, mostly we would. We wouldn't bring pyjamas out here, would we. Besides, it gets hot in here in Summer!"

Andy couldn't decided if he was being ribbed so he left it but not before his curiosity made him ask the inevitable next question.

"I suppose you sleep naked with your brothers then?" he asked in as matter of fact manner as he could.

"Only here. At home we do wear pyjamas. Normal enough ain't it?"

Andy was part shocked, part thrilled without understanding why.

There were just the two blankets so they awkwardly arranged themselves on the bed and spread the blankets one on top of the other to get maximum warmth. Andy did his best to keep himself out of Kirsty's view but she certainly saw more than flashes of his cock and balls. He was conscious that he was fully shaven, something he had recently taken to, liking how it felt - and that he was semi-erect. Kirsty was not self-conscious at all and Andy saw everything and quite close up views at that. Andy was aroused by the predicament they were in but not sure how or whether to try anything with Kirsty. She had shown her body but there had been no suggestions about sex. it seemed that such behaviour was normal in her family. They talked a while about what the morning would likely hold for them.




Kirsty Lures Andy into the Woods



Still in his quandary about chancing any sexual advances, Andy decided to ask Kirsty about boyfriends.

"Oh Mark is my boyfriend. We've been seeing each other for a while now but I don't know where it'll end up yet. I do love him I suppose but he's the only boy I've been out with so maybe I need to meet some more before I settle."

"You're right with that." Andy told her, crestfallen by her use of the L-word. 

"He is lovely though, Mark is, so it won't be easy to move on." Kirsty's words now told Andy that he should not make any sexual forays. Frustrated he decided to try to sleep.

Once they said 'Goodnight.', Andy turned onto his side facing away from Kirsty, simply assuming his usual position for sleeping. Despite the readiness of Kirsty to reveal her nakedness to him, he daren't make a play because of that lucky bastard Mark, he thought. He was worried too about the girl being a neighbour of his family. After a few silent minutes Kirsty whispered "Andy, Andy, can I snuggle up to you? I'm cold."

"Sure." he replied and immediately Kirsty turned onto her side to face him and pushed herself close up to him. Andy felt the bristling effect of her bush pushed up against his butt cheeks. He also felt her small firm tits press onto his shoulder blades, pretty sure he detected the feel of her stiff nipples. He realised too that her body seemed warmer than his own.

There were several minutes of quiet and then Andy felt her hand move and settle on his hip. It stayed there immobile for a few more minutes and then Kirsty began to slide her hand down over Andy's hip towards his navel. He quietly gasped, drawing breath slowly in response. He did so again as Kirsty's hand moved towards his wakening cock.

Andy practically held his breath as Kirsty's hand progressed lower until her fingers had encircled his now rigid erection. 

"Andy." she whispered practically directly into his ear. "Thanks for going along with me being curious. I guess I just wanted to compare. My boyfriend, Mark - he's the only one I've seen hard - and you're bigger than him - much bigger."

Andy's naughty mind wondered how she had never seen her brothers or father with an erection. Then his thoughts moved on and his ego became buoyed. However, wary of where this was going, Andy replied "Good to know!" He didn't actually consider himself big in the cock department and had not been told so by any of his past girlfriends so this was, to a degree, music to his ears.

"Andy." she whispered again after a few more minutes during which she had held onto his cock. "You've no pubes. Do you shave or don't you grow any?"

He smiled to himself. "Maybe it's a city thing." he replied. "City girls mostly shave or at least trim. Guys have started doing it too. I like it."

"Oh, I see." Kirsty replied. She continued to hold his cock, occasionally giving some gentle tugs on it. By now, Andy knew there was pre-come seeping from his knob.

"Andy." Kirsty whispered for yet another time. "I'm very small down there. You know. My pussy. I'm very small. Mark told me. He says I'm the smallest he's had."

"Okay. That's nice for Mark then." Andy said awkwardly, fighting off the jealousy.

Immediately Kirsty replied saying "It's just that you might be too big for me, what with you having such a big cock and me being small."

Eyes wide now as he stared across the eerily lit cabin, Andy said "Well, I didn't know we were going to - you know - do anything!"

"Oh, it's just that if we were thinking about it, I am small for a big cock like yours." she said, even closer to his ear now.

"Kirsty, to be honest, I wasn't thinking about it - not until you brought it up." he blurted, only semi-truthfully.

"So you mean you are thinking about it?" she fired back.

"Kirsty, we're naked in bed, alone in a cabin in the woods. You've taken hold of my cock. You're talking to me about sex and your small pussy. I'm a guy! Of course I'm thinking about us fucking now. Are you?" Andy said in the loudest voice either had used for quite a while that day.

Unfazed by his exasperated tone, she said "Well, it's just - it's just - well, I've not had much experience. I've only been with Mark - and he never gets me there - you know - to a climax 'cos he comes very quickly. And - and - well, we're here - alone - and - well, no one would know, would they, unless we told anyone. And I wouldn't tell Mark, would I? And - well - I do like you even though we just met today and I would need you to be gentle so ..."

"Kirsty, tell me straight. Are you saying you want us to fuck - err - I mean have sex?" quizzed Andy, his frustrations getting too near the surface.

"Gee Andy!" she replied. "I guess I'm saying we could do - if we both wanted to!"

Andy was still wary of the dance that he was being led. He decided to go for broke. "Kirsty, I'm going to roll onto my back. If you'd like us to fuck, I'll happily take part. You just climb on! As you already know too well, my cock is good and hard."

Before Andy could move, she said "Okay, but be careful. Remember, I'm small."

As they rolled, the wafting blankets blew Andy the unmistakeable aroma of aroused pussy. Kirsty threw a leg over his naked body and slithered until she encountered his cock. Then she raised her butt off him and let him guide his cock to her lips. He felt her thick bush of pubes tickle his cock head before it encountered her soft wet pussy lips. Andy soon knew that Kirsty's pussy was tight, really nicely tight, but he was definitely not too big for her. Driven by innate desires, he slid deep into her. As he did so he felt her very moist arousal and then he heard Kirsty begin to make something akin to a purring sound.

Once Kirsty had taken his entire length, Andy began to fuck her, gently at first and then with quite some gusto. He pushed his hips upward, driving his cock deep inside the girl. She maintained her views on his size, gasping "Oh Andy, you're huge cock is stretching my tight little pussy. Oh Andy, you're so big and so hard. I can feel your huge swollen cock head moving through me, stretching me."

Then her mantra changed to praise for his cock and his moves. "Oh Andy, your cock is amazing. You're a great fuck. Give my pussy some more of that amazing fucking!"

He did - and he groped her sweet tits as he did so. She began licking his ear and he started to softly bite her tits and fondle her ass cheeks.

It wasn't long by Andy's experience before Kirsty began to sing her climax. She started by humming, moved up a gear into gasping and peaked by screaming "Oh! Oh! Oh!" time and again until her orgasm subsided. Andy was impressed by his own performance as he felt himself to be nowhere near to coming yet.

After a few moments of calm, Kirsty whispered into Andy's ear. "Andy, when you're with those city girls - in bed with them - do you ever - well - do you ever - you know - lick them - down there? Lick their pussies?"

"Yeah, I do! Lots! They all want licking. They expect it. Why?" he replied.

"Well, it's just that my Mark, he won't do it. Says men shouldn't be doing that. So, I've never been licked. Some of my friends have had it done by their guys. One of them even offered to do it to me when I told her that Mark won't. I told her I wasn't ready for that."

Andy nearly coughed as he thought how ready he was to see that. He said "I'm guessing you're wondering if I'll lick your pussy."

"Well, if you're used to it, I'd like to find out how it feels. Then maybe I'd let Janey do it to me." An image again appeared in Andy's horny mind.

He rolled Kirsty off him and onto her back before moving between her legs. "I won't be too big for you doing this!" he teased.

As his tongue made intimate contact, Kirsty began to squeal and she was soon rocking her head from side to side. She squeezed her tits and stretched her nipples quite aggressively. Andy was tasting his latest flavour of sex juice and he was enjoying the taste of Kirsty. It had been a long time since he had the fuzziness and tickling of pubes around his mouth. He tongued her clitoris with gentle flicking and probed and licked the length of her slit. Kirsty was enjoying the tongue skills of Andy and he was soon licking her through an epic orgasm of loud squeals and shrieks.

"Fuck Andy, that was immense! So good I can't say how good!" a panting Kirsty trilled.

"Maybe you'll let Janey do it sometime then." he suggested.

"I could well do that - but right now you and I need to fuck some more. I want you on top of me!" Kirsty ordered. Andy readily obeyed, sliding his very stiff cock back inside her tight little fuck hole. He groped her reddened tits while Kirsty licked his face and eagerly kissed him.

"You on the pill? Can I come in you?" Andy asked.

"Come however you want Andy. I take care of that." she replied all too readily.

She pulled his head beside hers and licked and whispered into his ear. "My big boy, are you gonna come in me now, shoot your jizz into my little pussy. I like you sliding your big cock in my little furry cup. I love it when guys come in me, take their pleasures and leave lots of juicy jizz. I like it when a guy gives me so much jizz that it leaks back out of my tight little tunnel. I like to drink it too. You can come in my mouth if you want. I like to taste a man's jizz. But hey, you come in my pussy first 'cos I want to feel that big hard cock of yours spurt its sticky stuff inside my little pussy."

Andy's cock head swelled more in preparation to ejaculate. He groaned and Kirsty began some really wet licking of his ear. The extra element of sensual touching and slurpy sounds pitched Andy into his climax and he spurted hugely as his pleasures whirled through him. He sensed that by his normal standards he had come very heavily in Kirsty. Kirsty uttered a muted squeal into his ear as she felt him spurt powerfully inside her. As Andy stopped his involuntary body jerks and then his thrusts, Kirsty held him close to her naked body.

"I loved feeling you come in me, Andy. You were so strong. I could feel every burst from you. I've never felt anything so strong in my pussy before." 

Andy dared to try a little bit of checking. "I know you said that you've only been with your boyfriend - Mark, is it? Only, when you were doing your sexy talking before, you made it sound like there's been a few guys, quite a few."

"Did I? Oh, I guess I was just getting carried away talking dirty, I suppose. But I did love the feeling of you coming. Your big cock just erupted. I never felt anything like it! I bet your city girls love it too." Andy fell for her flattering words, kidding himself that he might be a big stud back in the city despite the fact that he never really got such comments or compliments there. He dropped his questioning of her past sexual experiences. 

Kirsty licked his ear with a very wet tongue again then huskily said "Andy, you will want to fuck again before we leave here, won't you - 'cos I do. Can't do much else in the mean time anyway, so we might as well."

Andy turned to look at Kirsty and said "Why the fuck wouldn't I? It's hard to believe this is happening. I'm not known for turning down a freely available pussy and I'm not going to start holding back now!" Kirsty had taken hold of his softened cock and was teasing it with gentle strokes. She lowered herself to bring her face level to his hips and, still holding his cock, began licking his balls. The effect on Andy was electric and his cock was soon starting stiffening again. He realised that this girl had some very erotic capabilities.

Kirsty got out from under the blankets and added some logs to the stove. Then she leant on her forearms on the table, waggling her ass to Andy and said "If you see anything you like, you help yourself." 

Of course, he did see something he liked the look of - Kirsty's pussy lips framed by the tops of her inner thighs. He doubted his ability to fully stiffen again and go for another fuck yet her body, her voice, her words, all combined, created a tiny jerk of more stiffening in his hard-working cock. 

Andy reached out and pulled Kirsty backwards towards him. He kept her bent over and used his thumbs to spread her lovely ass cheeks. He drew his tongue upwards through the tiny ravine of her pussy and onto the little crater of her ass hole. He probed there, pushing enough to stimulate but not enough to penetrate. He licked back down, enjoying her juicy pussy again before returning to her ass. Andy realised that Kirsty was purring once more - and he was certainly stiffening again. 

Kirsty was now obviously reacting very sensuously to the tonguing of her ass so Andy kept that going and pushed two fingers into her tight sex hole and began a finger fuck to augment his oral attentions. Kirsty had her hands on her knees now to keep herself still and steady as she revelled in this amazing feeling for her that Andy was supplying.

As her arousal heightened, Kirsty moved one hand off her leg and began to caress her hard clitoris. She joined in with the pace Andy was using on the finger fucking. It wasn't long before she began to pant and then gasp.

Kirsty's orgasm was accompanied by a fulsome howl that probably caused any nearby wildlife to jump in fear. Andy had increased the speed of his hand in her which Kirsty matched on her clit. The tonguing of her ass had gone high speed too. Combined, it had hurled the girl into ecstasy - and it lasted for quite some time by Andy's city life reckoning.

The girl fell backwards onto Andy and he drew them both under the blankets even though the cabin was very warm. By now he had a fully fledged erection that could be put to good use.

Whispering into Kirsty's ear, Andy said "Your ass hole must be very sensitive. You seemed to enjoy my tongue on it!"

"I did!" she gasped. "Mark, don't touch me there. He says men don't do that. I guess maybe you city people do it a lot?"

Andy paused before replying, conscious that he wasn't that big on anal stuff himself yet except when he was highly aroused - and even then he never went too far. "Well, I don't do so very much like that - just now and then and nothing too adventurous."

Kirsty replied coyly "I was only asking because I wondered what it feels like to have a finger pushed in - just gently - a bit of gentle finger fucking in the ass - just to find out how it feels."

Andy felt a buzz of extra excitement from the idea of being able to show Kirsty something new 'from the city', as she might think. He said "Okay! Just get into this position." and he pulled her about until she was on her knees, bent forward, resting on the side of her face. Her ass was presented proudly in the air. The blankets had fallen off both of them but they did not care. Andy got on his knees behind Kirsty's ass, his cock stiff and ready to go. Before he used it, Andy dipped two fingers in the saturated pussy in front of him. He pressed one of the slippery fingers right onto Kirsty's ass hole with gentle force until it opened and he slid it in up to the second joint. Once that was accomplished he guided his cock into her tight wet pussy, pushing the full length into Kirsty. Then he eased some more of the finger into her ass. Andy, pleased with his penetrations, began to slowly fuck both holes. Kirsty moaned with delight.

"Oh,oh fuck, Andy, that feels so good. it's awesome. I've never felt anything like it. Your finger in my ass is so good. Finger me harder. I love it."

He gave her what she had asked him for and as he did, he began to realise that Kirsty was the best sex companion he had been with in a long time. Whilst he did not go short of sex in his city life, rarely was it quite as adventurous and horny as this. Snowed in, in a cabin in the woods, he and this girl that he had only met for the first time hours previously, had shared their bodies for huge pleasures. It was an amazing sex scenario and so much hotter than his city life.

He heard Kirsty's passions rising and guessed that she'd be climaxing again soon. Once Andy knew for sure that she was there, he went for his own delights. Kirsty was just coming back down when Andy slid his finger and dick from her and, with a few urgent strokes of his hand, spurted his cream onto her slender back. It flowed and trickled as far as her shoulder blades as Andy drained himself again. He pressed his softening cock head onto her ass hole as if stubbing it out.

Kirsty flattened herself face down and Andy lay beside her. He looked at the globs of semen on her and then rubbed it all over her back to let it dry.

The two of them snuggled up together under the blankets, talked briefly about their thrills from the sex then gradually drifted off to sleep.

Some hours later, Andy was woken by a noise. His eyes gradually took in that Kirsty, still naked, was again tending the stove and turning the drying clothes. She saw he had wakened and said "Hey you! Sleepy head! Our things are mostly dry now and it's plenty warm without blankets. It'll be light in an hour or so. I'll fix us some breakfast and then we'll see if we're still stuck out here."

In his sex-fuddled mind, Andy was partly hoping to still be trapped in the wilds with this hot girl who wanted abundant raunchy sex with him. He ventured a thought in order to test his companion. "It some ways it'll be a pity to go back home after the great time we've had!"

She smiled, completely unabashed by her nudity and said "You mean you liked what we did? Was it as good as being with a city girl?"

He sat up. "Are you kidding! It was amazing! So hot and horny. You were fantastic!" Andy realised that he was sporting a very stiff morning erection, a point that was not lost on Kirsty.

"You looking for some help with that?" she said, nodding towards his early rising dick.

"That'd be good!" he exclaimed.

She turned and backed toward him. Getting her plan, he held his cock ready to spear her advancing pussy. She slid herself over his length, reminding Andy of the tightness of her sex hole. Kirsty began to move her hips to enjoy the cock inserted in her. He reached around and grasped her tits, caressing them in time with her moves.

"Maybe you'll lick me some more before we go!" Kirsty gasped.

"I'm hoping you'll suck me before we leave!" he replied urgently, feeling his excitement rising.

"Let's sixty nine!" Kirsty said with exuberance. She pulled her pussy abruptly off Andy's cock, threw his legs onto the bed and climbed over him on all fours. Her wet pussy and her ass hole were placed right by Andy's face. She stared at his twitching cock then drew it into her mouth. Both of them began frantic oral sex, highly aroused from their interrupted fuck. 

Andy knew he would soon lose control and spurt into Kirsty's mouth. Kirsty was skating along the edge of an orgasm, knowing she would soon be crashing through it.

Andy's tongue was drawn through the soaking slit right before his eyes and pressed tantalisingly on her ass hole before repeating the moves. Then he pushed his tongue deep into her gash, pressing his mouth lips to her pussy lips, his nose penetrating her too. Her juices were flooding from her and he felt them trickling down his throat.

Kirsty pressed Andy's cock head to the back of her mouth, pushing it like a bung onto her throat. She wasn't planning deep throat but she gave long jerks of her head with her lips tight on his shaft. Her tongue lavished his throbbing cock head as it passed to her throat.

Kirsty had worked her hand through to hold Andy's balls. Andy was pulling Kirsty's dangling tits almost as though they were udders. He changed his hold to grip her nipples, each with a thumb and two fingers, using them to tug on her tits. 

These combined assaults on all of their senses took them both to the brink. They were panting through their nostrils. Suddenly they were there. Kirsty felt thick hot cream hit the back of her mouth just as electricity coursed through every nerve in her body. She gasped, nearly losing some of his jizz. Andy's sensations caused his hips to thrust upwards and his head flew back, briefly depriving her pussy of attention. His pleasures surged and he connected with her intimately again.




Kirsty Lures Andy into the Woods



Kirsty let his cock slip from her lips and sat back to grind her cunt on his face to extract the final strains of her orgasm. She rolled off him to lay beside him on the bed.

As some daylight began to brighten the sole window, they got up from their bed and, still naked, Kirsty warmed some beans on the stove for their breakfast. Andy stayed naked too, his shyness in front of Kirsty now long gone.

Over breakfast, Kirsty said "We'll set off for the truck in an hour or so. It's not snowing. The sun might break through and melt the snow on the track enough for us to get through. If not, we'll come back here for another night."

Andy had torn feelings at those prospects. After all, another night of hot sex with the nubile Kirsty would be amazing. But he also needed to at least let his family know he was okay - or get back to them somehow.

They rose from the table to clear up but the sight of Kirsty's fully naked body distracted Andy so much he just stood and stared. Her eyes went to his cock which was semi-erect.

"Of course, we need to - well - fill the time." she said.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.

"Well, some more would be nice before I go back to Mark and you go back to - actually you never said a name."

"Never mind that. Yes, some more would be lovely. It's a brilliant way to start a day."

Their bodies collided, lips smashing together. His hand seized a breast, hers found his shaft.

His free hand slid between her legs and up to her pussy. He noticed her part her feet a little, giving him more access. She was very moist, his probing fingers found.

Andy lifted Kirsty and laid her on the bed, following her down onto it. She was already opening her legs, her moist gash practically gasping for penetration. He moved over her and heard a long groan from Kirsty as he pressed his entire length into her. They began to sexually writhe, co-ordinating their moves. Andy was striving to get his mind into the right setting for him to deliver a long sensual fuck. Hearing Mark's name had somehow goaded him, pushing him to give Kirsty some memorable sex if it was to be their last time.

The cabin resonated with the sound of Kirsty's gasps. They grew into cries and before long she screamed through a long climax.

Andy had got his mind controlling his excitement and, almost like a long distance runner, he pushed himself on regardless, any pangs for a climax were blanked off. His cock coursed to and fro through Kirsty, much to her delight. She soon reached orgasm again and barely concluded it before another began.

With a hand on her breast and some fervent kissing still going on, Andy decided his climax was now due. He released control of his sexual mind and groaned "You are such a hot fuck! Your cunt is amazing!"

Kirsty responded in a way that Andy knew would be effective on him. She gasped "I love your cock. I love it banging into my hot wet cunt. F-ff-fuck me hard. I love hard cock!" She felt his cock head swell more and then his spurts arrived inside her. Again, they were strong and she felt the biggest ones hitting within her. To conclude the all night fuck-fest, Andy slithered down and licked the wetness from Kirsty's reddened crevice. He revelled in the horniness of what he was doing, tasting the combined juices of their lust. He sensed an aching in his cock and realised it was probably his longest session of sex ever - and the best.

As they left the cabin, Andy saw some wood cuttings on the floor by the door. Looking up, he could see that a notch on the right hand end of the row was fresher than all the others. He did not have time to count how many there were now but he felt certain that this was a new one.

Together, they trudged through the snow towards the pick-up, this time carefully avoiding the pool where they had got drenched the day before. With Kirsty chattering about all sorts of things - including their very satisfying sex, the walk did not seem to take very long. They were soon looking at the snow covered vehicle.

"Oh fuck!" exclaimed Andy when he saw the depth of snow on the road. "We'll never get through that!"

"We'll give it a go!" Kirsty volunteered. "It don't look so bad."

Andy pondered on her words. The snow on the road was much worse than yesterday. "You sure?" he asked. "It's worse now, it's deeper."

Unperturbed, Kirsty said "I've driven through much worse in this thing!"and she bashed her hand on the wing of the truck to emphasise her faith in the vehicle.

With quite a few slides and skids, Kirsty skilfully negotiated the roads, snow and ice back to her place, pulling up at the end of the drive to Andy's family home. They looked at one another, both mentally recalling significant moments of their sex together. In his farewell, Andy said "If I dare suggest it, if you ever want a break from Mark and a chance to see the city, I'd love to have you come and stay with me."

"You know, handsome, I might just take you up on that." She told Andy, causing a thrilling surge in his chest. A brief peck of a kiss was all that they thought appropriate in front of the house though.

Andy trudged up the drive and opened the door to receive a noisy welcome from his family. He explained in edited detail what had happened, obviously leaving out the parts about the sex and nudity. He couldn't help noticing a few odd looks from his two brothers and his father, yet nothing was said. 

As the household returned to getting ready for the festivities, Andy's brother, Jim, drew him to one side. "Hey Andy, you know that Kirsty has a bit of a reputation for luring guys to that cabin, don't you. She's pretty well known for it amongst most of the guys around here."

Andy looked at Jim as his mind raced. "Really? I didn't get that impression." he non-commitally replied.

"Hell, yeah! Did she get you soaking wet somehow and get you to dry off in the cabin then turn on the seduction techniques, all the time claiming she was really a sexual novice?"

"Well ..." Andy drew out the single word in his hesitation.

Jim butted in. "I knew it! Hey, listen Bro, between you and me, she got me in that cabin. Fuck, it was amazing, incredibly horny sex - but let's keep it between us. She's quite a girl though, isn't she. And did you see the notches over the door? You know that's her headcount of the guys that she's had in there, don't you." 

"I don't believe it! And I don't mean that I doubt you, Jim. I just mean that she fooled me with all of her innocence and naivety." Andy admitted.

"Hey, let that go! I bet it was great sex!" his brother said to console him.

"Brilliant - and all night long! Best of my life!" Andy confided.

"Good for you, Andy! Good for you."

Not long after, Andy's younger brother, Ian, sought him out. "Hey Andy, you know this Kirsty business. She's done it before, you know. She's well known for it. Between you and me, I went hunting with her. I spent more time in the cabin shooting my load than I did shooting rifles. The girl's hot for it and very, very fuckable. I take it that she - well - got you in her sights and claimed you as a trophy!"

"Wow, Ian! Err, yeah, I worked it out soon enough, though." said Andy, stretching the truth. He added "I saw the notches over the door and guessed what that was about!" 

"Hey, yeah! How many is it now?"

"Too many to count, Ian. Too many to count!"

Just before the family sat down for dinner, Andy's father brought a drink over to him. "Listen Son, a word of advice. Be careful with Kirsty. She's got a thing about getting guys to that cabin. Don't tell your mother but, to my eternal shame - and great joy - I succumbed last year. That little minx sure knows how to give a guy a good time!"

"Oh jeepers, Dad! Too much information! Fuck! - But, really Dad, you and Kirsty?"

"Absolutely, Son. Never saw a deer but had to be my best hunting trip ever!"

Next morning, Andy's phone rang. It was Kirsty. "Oh, hi!" he said, both excited and nervous from the call.

"Hey Andy. I've been thinking. Is that offer to visit you in the city still going? Only I think I need a bit more - shall we say experience, life experience. Mark is sweet enough but, well, I'd like a bit more time with you so you can show me some city life and some more of those city ways you do things, if you get my meaning. How about it, handsome? Maybe four or five days?"

"Absolutely, Kirsty, absolutely. Just as soon as we can get it fixed up!" said Andy.



Kirsty Mia Puts it all Together



(This story is based on the stories Kirsty Mia wrote and published here on Literotica. While not necessary, reading her stories might make this one easier to follow. Kirsty has read this and told me she came to it and blesses its publication, she feels I have remained true to the slut she tries to be -- SplendidSpunk) 

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If you've stopped at my page here at Literotica and read the stories I've written, read my bio and seen my photo then you know about the sexual perversions I enjoy. For the most part I've so far only admitted to finding men on line who will allow me the pleasure of sucking their cocks. The one older man who sort of crashed my plans one night and continues to do so, brought out the fact of my pleasure in what is commonly referred to as water sports, using piss in a sexual act. I know that most of the writers here claim in some ways that their tales are true representations of their lives, and perhaps a lot of them are, I can assure you that what you are about to read is true, and that I would welcome it to occur again.

Although I describe myself as average, I do understate the size and shape of my tits. They are not the largest you'll see, but they are such that on my 'average' body they do stand out and capture the eyes of most men and a few women. I can and do like to take a hard cock and squeeze my tits together and watch the head of that hard cock slide between them before spewing lovely hot cum all over my face. Of course taking that cock in my mouth is, for me, the ultimate pleasure and being permitted to swallow his ejaculate is infinitely more thrilling then the feel of it splashing almost anywhere else on my body. Until now, until I allowed what is to follow happen, I'd not spoken of any cock filling my pussy and until that had occurred in the way it did, I rarely considered it. I'd been somewhat addicted, no pun intended, to sucking cock and for me the pleasure of a man's dick pulsing in my mouth brought me a level of pleasure I'd never reached with my own hand.

It all started on line when a man responded that he'd want something a bit different and when I'd tired of meeting strange men in the local park, he'd like to take me to a new level of pleasure, one he was sure I'd enjoy, especially after reading the stories I'd written about the park cock sucking I'd enjoyed. Initially I'd ignored him, as I had too many men willing to accept me and my mouth on their hard cocks, no questions asked. I guess like all of our sexual experiences I began to grow a bit bored with the same old same old and one day I responded to the man offering me something more.

I made it clear I was concerned for my safety, that if I were to agree to meet with him, I'd need to meet him and have some assurances in that area. A few back and forth e-mails led me to meet with Alan in his local pub. It was fairly close to my Brighton residence and so I agreed to meet him the following night. I dressed carefully making sure to not hide my attributes and to at the same time not look too ready to accept whatever he had to offer.

I admit that Alan would not have been someone I'd have met in my normal circle of friends, he was older, though very neat and clean, not at all like the perverted old man who pushed my limits in the park. He looked fairly well off, dressed nicely and seemed to be not only well known in the pub, but liked and respected. We'd each finished of a pint or two before he's asked me about my interest in his proposal. I told him he'd not yet made that proposal but that I'd, by being her, wanted to at least hear him out. He nodded and said.

"Kirsty, if you want to, I can take what you've already experienced and show you how to really enjoy yourself and learn just what an erotic encounter can do and you'll find that your orgasms so far are nothing special. But you'd have to trust me, for this to work you'd need to trust me. How can I get you there, what do you need to know of me to allow yourself to take this step."

He'd not revealed anything to me but wanted me to go blindly and allow him to do me in his own way. That alone was mildly exciting, but also mildly frightening too.

"I'd like to know I won't end up in hospital or worse and that you'd listen to a No, if I used it. How can you give me that?"

He thought that over and then called a woman to our table, a pretty blond girl, about my age maybe older, slim, small tits but a nice round firm ass and a smile that lit the room when she looked at Alan.

"Kirsty this is Alana. Alana, meet Kirsty."

Alana took my hand and I hers and we exchanged our hello's then Alan said.

"Alana, like you, met me here a few months back and in some ways for the same reason. She'd been looking on line for lovers, lovers she'd have but not have to keep. She wanted to have some fun, have an orgasm or two but not also have breakfast after and maybe never see the lover again. I say lover because Alana enjoys both men and women and she's been looking you over ever since you've arrived. I'd like to let the two of you talk and I'm sure Alana will convince you one way or another."

With that said Alan left us and went to enjoy his pint with some mates. I looked at Alana and agreed that she was certainly pretty and felt some attraction to her myself. I am, for the most part straight, but now and again the thought of being with a woman does appeal to me. Shaking the thought from my mind I asked.

"So Alan? Can he be trusted? Will it be worth my time and energy?"

Alana grinned and said.

"I was a bit put off at first as he is so closed off about his intentions. It took me some time to feel I could trust him, as it will you. I did however trust him and while I won't reveal what we did exactly, I can tell you he found a way to take what he knew of me and make it so much better for me. Unfortunately with Alan it's a one time thing. It his fantasy you see, to find a strange women and then develop her fantasy to a level she'd not thought of. I was not his first and you'll not be his last, but unless he's misread whatever it is you like, you'll be pleased and pissed. Pleased at what he puts you through and pissed you won't get it from him again."

Intrigued I tried to get more specifics from her but all she'd allow is that he was no ogre, that he was good and that she'd been better off having done it then she'd be if she hadn't. When Alan returned Alana left him to me.

"Ok, I can't say I'm comfortable yet but I am interested and all I will commit to is having you tell me what you can, and if I'm OK I'll follow it as long as it interests me. If that's not enough then I'll pass."

He was quiet for a bit then said.

"You'll get a package with instructions. If you elect to not proceed call my cellular and tell me it's off. If you are comfortable then do as instructed. Is that fair enough?"

I told him it was and we parted. Funny but walking out of the pub I knew I'd do it, whatever it was. I felt comfortable meeting Alan in his pub, meeting Alana and seeing how well he was thought of there. I realized that in meeting strange men in the park and sucking their cocks, letting that old lecher put his piss soaked cock in my mouth, and all I'd already done, I was willing, no needing to follow this through.

I was starting to doubt Alan would ever send the package and do whatever he intended and as the days passed, I found myself back on line, needing to satisfy not only my normal urges but the additional ones set in motion by Alan. The guy with the big cock actually made contact and although we met and tried, he was actually too big for my mouth, to big for my pussy and after a less then satisfying tit fuck, I knew I'd not keep looking for the big one. I did find time for the married couple and a few other guys who happened along and of course Martin the old geezer was there too, but no need here to repeat that episode. I mention all of this because by the time I did get the package and the instructions from Alan I came hard rubbing my pussy while I looked thru the contents and read the instructions. Happily it was all to take place the following day, so I skipped the park and spent the night prepping for whatever was to come with Alan.

I showered, lingering in the hot water caressing my tits and fingering my puss and arse, washing my hair and wanting to be clean and ready in the morning. Unfortunately after going to bed I could not help playing with my self again and again so another shower in the morning became necessary.

Alan had sent the clothes I was to wear and while I initially thought he's guessed the wrong sizes, after wiggling into the shorts and top I saw how fucking slutty I looked and knew Alan had made no mistake. I was only surprised by the hiking boots, but after reading the instructions closely I understood that whatever was going to happen would happen outside (a favorite for me) in a wooded area near here (love the woods) and that I'd need to hike a bit to get to my ultimate destination. Alan had provided cab fare as the area was some distance away and as I exited the cab and started up the trail, I realized that the shorts were so tight that they were rubbing against my clit with each step. A hundred steps into the hike I felt the beginning of an orgasm and had to stop for a second to control it. I'd no panties or bra on, just the shorts, the t-shirt and the boots. About ten minutes into the walk I saw my name on an envelope nailed to a tree. Opening the message I learned that the t-shirt was to go. I slipped it over my head and dropped it and the note to the ground and continued up the trail.

Alan had provided some bottled water and insisted I consume it as I walked, for hydration he'd said. It was a warm day and I managed to already drink two of the four bottles he's provided. Thankfully, walking topless, my tits in the open air cooled me down in some ways, heated me up in others. While the wood seemed deserted it wasn't private property and the chance of seeing and being seen by strangers was not impossible. Of course the constant rubbing of my clit by the tight shorts kept me hot in that way too. A bit later on another note in a tree and off came the shorts. Now the remainder of my hike would be nude except for the boots. I was glad to have shaved my puss clean the night before, the cool air blowing between my legs and cooling my wet hot pussy felt good. It also felt good not to have that constant rubbing from the shorts, though enjoyable, stopping it was a relief.

A short while later after consuming the last of the third bottle of water I took a turn in the path and came to a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was Alan, standing naked with his cock held by his left hand. He was slowly stroking it and my eyes fixed on it as I neared him. Knowing he was seeing me naked for the first time I wondered if he approved of my body. With my hair down and tits swinging freely as I walked the rise of his cock told me he approved and I smiled at him as I knelt at his feet looking up.

"May I?"

I asked and he took his hand from his cock and nodded. I leaned forward with my mouth open and captured his un-cut cock with my lips tightening them about the foreskin covering the hard helmet. I so loved the feel of that bit of flesh and used my tightened lips to push it back and feel the warm smooth head of his hard cock on the roof of my mouth. Loosening my lips enough to free the foreskin I slid down the length of his pole stopping before it gagged me, not wanting that feeling just yet. Before I could pull back his hands held my head in place and I felt his piss streaming up his hard cock long before I tasted his salty piss shooting down my throat. I tried to pull back but his grip was firm and he filled my belly with his warm salty piss.

When he stopped he pulled my head back a bit and then pulled it forward, as his hips began to fuck my mouth. Forgetting the anger I'd felt at being forced to take his piss, I sucked at that cock and felt my own pussy dripping with my fluids, long before I'd expected to from sucking him off. Confused by how close I was to orgasm already I had to wonder if swallowing his piss had turned me on, much to my surprise I knew it had. I resumed my attention to his cock and forced my head down that rod, feeling an intense need to gag as his long hard cock passed into my throat. For the first few seconds I felt unable to breath and wanted nothing more then that cock out of my mouth but when Alan withdrew it and I felt the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth pouring down my chin as I let the gagging cough flow, I ducked forward and swallowed that cock and took even more if him into my throat. I was so close to orgasm that when he pushed me off completely I looked up and said

"Oh god please Alan, I need this. Please let me have your cock, please?"

"Kirsty, you must trust me, I know what you need and what you want. Now have some more water and wash the taste of me from your throat."

He handed me a much larger bottle of water and put it to my lips and tipped it forcing the water into my mouth. I kept swallowing and swallowing as he held that container up and emptied more then half of it into my belly. Between his piss and all the water I'd already drank I felt stuffed and shook my head when he offered me the rest of it.

"You need to finish this Kirsty, do as I say."

I didn't want to, I was full but his soft voice and his hard cock hanging there made me more then willing to obey him, wanting to take whatever he'd give me, wanting more then not the orgasm he'd interrupted. I let him put the bottle to my lips and I drank till it was gone. Then he had me lay on the soft grass and knelt between my legs bending over and placing his mouth on my hot wet pussy.

I've had many men eat me but Alan seemed to use his tongue in ways I'd not experienced and soon the orgasm that had faded was re surfacing with vengeance and I arched my back feeding Alan my cunt, wanting him in some way to devour me. His tongue danced on my cunt, on my clit and dipped often into my asshole a sensation that only made me hot and needy. When he suddenly stopped and pulled me up I wanted to cry at the lost opportunity to cum but as he lifted my right leg and put his still hard cock up to the entrance of my pussy I forgot my need and let his naked hard cock penetrate me. When he lifted my other leg, sitting me on his hard cock it drove deep inside me and filled my pussy completely. He walked with my like that and I did my best to rock my hips up and down his cock as he took me to a grassy area under a large oak tree. In the shade now he put me up against the rough bark of the tree and began to drive his cock in and out of me. 

"Oh god Alan fuck me, fuck me hard Alan. Oh yes more, oh yes deeper yes,"

I could not stop mumbling and pleading with him for more and he kept pounding my cunt, over and over. My belly full of piss and water hand made it to my bladder and without thinking about what I was doing I began to pee and my piss flowed down our legs as his hard cock fucked me and fucked me hard. Realizing what I was doing I came and came hard. My whole body shook as his pole filled my spasming pussy and my piss flowed. What a combination of feelings as my orgasm consumed me and the relief of pissing added to it. If Alan would just cum now, spray his hot white jism inside me, let me feel that warm fluid pumping inside me while I came and pissed I'd be in heaven. Alan pulled me from the tree and turned us about and as I came and dreamed of his cum filling me I felt something invading me from the back. A sudden and intense pressure gripped my asshole as a hard fat cockish thing pushed into me from behind. Still being held in Alan's arms and riding his cock I had no way to resist whatever or whoever was now filling my ass. 

The initial pressure of that insertion disapated and now the feeling of being double fucked consumed me and from nowhere I began to piss again. So much stimulation, a cock in my puss, a cock in my ass and piss flowing so easily, my orgasm hit me like a speeding locomotive and I lost it. I came and screeched and screamed in joy as overwhelming pleasure filled my every muscle. To the extent my body could, it jerked and shook as the orgasm of my life didn't flow but more like flooded me. When Alan's cock spewed inside me I passed out in bliss and hung like a rag doll in his arms. Oblivious to everything but the feelings running amok inside me I almost didn't feel the cock leaving my fucked asshole. Yet I felt it missing and wanted it back. When Alan lifted me off his cock and laid me down in the grass, I was helpless to do anything but lay there, legs spread a mix of cum and piss oozing from my fucked and sore cunt. When I finally opened my eyes and saw a pussy squatted above me, a strap on cock affixed to it I knew what had been in my ass. When that pussy began to piss on my face I opened my mouth to greedily grab as much of that hot pussy piss as I could, gulping and swallowing the pungent fluid, happily enjoying the dirty act. When she was done she put her strap on against my piss covered lips and I opened my mouth and took that ass covered plastic cock in my mouth and another orgasm topped the one still coursing thru me as I tasted the musky flavors of my own ass.

I felt a warmth pouring on my belly and knew that Alan was pissing on me as I cleaned the cock in my mouth, and still another orgasm piled on top of me and I writhed on the ground totally lost in pure pleasure. No rest for the weary I was rolled on my hands and knees over the strap on that I now knew was strapped to Alana's beautiful body and on instinct alone I lowered my well fucked pussy onto her as my head rose up to suck on her nipple. It wasn't long before Alan pushed his resurgent cock into my ass and was soon fucking me in rhythm to Alana's strap on.

Over the next several hours they continued to fuck my holes, not forgetting my mouth and I remained in a state of constant orgasm. I took Alan's cum in my ass and his piss in my mouth, Alana's strap on in my ass and cunt and mouth over and over again. They both stood over me and pissed on me, then resumed fucking various holes then pissed again. When the sun set and the temperature dropped I watched them dress and first Alana left then Alan came to me.

"Kirsty, I hope I managed to give you all I promised you. You'll find some clothes and money for a cab by the tree when you're ready. You're welcome at the pub any time, but this day is now for your memories. I do hope it was good for you, you were very good for us."

Then he bent over and kissed me once on my lips and once on my forehead. He walked away and I was left naked and covered with piss and cum, dried grass congealed with the drying cum stuck to my tits and body. When I was able I crawled to the tree and found the shorts and t-shirt I'd worn coming here and struggled to put them on. I'd nowhere to wash off the pungent aromas or the dried evidence of my experiences and instead wore them as a badge of honor as I found my way down the hill and to a waiting cab.

At home I resisted the urge to shower, wanting to enjoy the smell of sex and urine that pervaded my nostrils and the memories of the sex that filled my body and my day. I slept in my soiled body and finally showered at noon the next day crying to see the dried cum and bits of grass flowing down the drain. I'd no desire to log on to the internet, no desire to visit the park. I dressed later that afternoon, in a short skirt and thin blouse, nothing more then a pair of shoes to walk in. I want to Alan's pub and found both him and Alana enjoying a pint and joined them. Alan ordered me a pint and after taking a large drink I looked at the two of them and simply said.

"Thank you, it was and will remain the most exquisite day of my life."

They both smiled at me and took a hand in each of theirs and the Alana said.




Kirsty Mia Puts it all Together



"You know Kirsty, it was a one time thing. It can never be repeated!"

I nodded and smiled back at them and after another long pull at my pint I said.

"I know but I was wondering if you guys ever needed a third?"



Kirsty Mitchell: After Goldeneye



(Disclaimer: This story is a work of fantasy; names and places are products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.) 

Kirsty Mitchell: After Goldeneye - Multiplayed

Groggy, the stunning brunette lifted her head from the stairs and slowly opened her vibrant blue eyes. Her mouth was dry, making her wonder if she had gone to sleep drunk, and it hurt to swallow, her throat scratchy and sore. But that wasn't what truly concerned her, the thirty-seven-year-old snapping awake when she looked around and realized she didn't know where she was.

The sound of distant gunfire brought her to her feet, the five-nine beauty pausing just long enough to note that she was wearing a pair of skimpy black shorts, matching pumps, and a sleeveless green top that showed off her firm shoulders and creamy fair skin.

"Oh god!" Kirsty Mitchell gasped, stumbling down the metal steps just as fast as her long legs would carry her. "Oh sweet Jesus!"

The Scottish actress had just finished a turn on stage in her native Glasgow, and now she was here, running for her life while the ground shook beneath her feet, a sudden explosion in the room above raining down debris and bloody chunks of meat. With no idea where she was going but carried along on a surge of adrenaline, she turned at the bottom of the rickety metal steps and hurried toward sunlight, gasping when she suddenly found herself in a large industrial area with the only exit blocked by a large Russian train that looked as if it hadn't been used in many years.

Before she could so much as catch her breath a camouflaged soldier popped out from behind a low wall and aimed his weapon in her direction. Kirsty screamed, throwing her hands in front of her face and flinching as the sound of automatic fire rang out.

When she didn't drop dead or even feel the pain of a bullet's graze, she peeked through her slender fingers to see the soldier convulsing on the ground in front of her, riddled through with several smoking holes. A bald man in blue body armor stood over him, waiting to be sure the man was dead before looking in her direction.

"Never cross swords with MI6," he called out, his accent English.

Slinging what looked to be an AK-47 over his shoulder, he drew a machine pistol from a holster on his hip and quietly approached her.

"Leave it to the Ruskies to send a woman into combat. And one so pretty."

Kirsty groaned, her head aching from the insanity of it all. She had suspected something from the get-go, but now there was no denying it--she was in the Industrial level from "Goldeneye 007", a video game she had acted in last year, giving her voice and likeness to the character of Natalya Simonova. And yet there was nothing artificial about this environment, nor about the man standing in front of her, his eyes lingering on her glistening cleavage.

"I'm not Russian!" Kirsty said, her words tumbling out. "I'm Scottish, and I have no idea how I got here!" She glanced at the dead soldier. "I don't know that man, and I swear to God--"

"Bitch," he muttered, slapping her hard across the face and knocking her to the ground. "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think you can play me?"

"Please!" Kirsty wheezed, crawling through the dirt on all fours. "I don't know how I got here!"

But he was beyond hearing, sneering as he took her by the hair and pulled her to her knees.

"They say that you Russian whores go to special schools, that you can do things no Englishwoman can." He leaned in, bringing his face close. "Let's find out just how right they are."

Kirsty whimpered as he tore away the armor plating protecting his crotch, her jaw dropping when he whipped out a penis bigger than any she had seen in a long time. He slapped it across her face, leaving pre-cum on her creamy flesh, then yanked her head back and shoved it into her mouth before she had time to resist.

"Come on, love, you know you want to. Give Daddy his medicine."

Kirsty groaned, staring imploringly with her beautiful blue eyes. He was a heartless cad, without any hint of remorse, and when she took too long complying he gave her another sharp yank before placing his hand on his combat knife. That was enough for her, the brunette's strong shoulders slumping in defeat as she closed her eyes and began sucking.

She bobbed her head, putting enough effort into it that he removed his hands and left her to her work, leaning back and groaning loudly while she slurped on his cock. He rocked his hips, almost fucking her pretty face, and after a while Kirsty found she couldn't help moaning while she pleasured him, her pussy growing wetter and a fine sheen breaking out as she began to accept the finality of her situation.

"Oi, that's it, darling. You're a good little cocksucker, ain't ya?"

He licked his lips and grinned, turning her stomach with his arrogant posturing. Such a big man, making a frightened woman blow him at knifepoint.

Kirsty balled her hands into fists, saliva running down her chin and splattering on her cleavage while she sucked him. She had always given messy head, something she had learned under her ex-boyfriend Joe McFadden's tutelage, and that was apparently right up this one's alley, his head rolling from side to side and his lower lip quivering while she swirled her tongue along the underside of his shaft and used the tip to tease his balls.

"Ah, you filthy cunt!" he suddenly groaned, taking her head with both hands and grimacing as he pried her off. "I know what you're up to, and you're not getting off that easy."

He shoved her down into the dirt, pressing her face against the ground while he drew a blade from his boot and leaned over her. Kristy whimpered, fearing that he meant to kill her outright, suddenly relaxing when he sliced through her top and tore it from her body. She let out a pathetic moan, trying to keep him from seeing her bare breasts even while she struggled to keep him from dragging her shorts over her firm hips and down her long Scottish legs. It was a losing battle, the brunette finding herself both aroused and humiliated as she was left wearing nothing but her slutty black pumps, the once-acclaimed actress looking more like a '90s-era pornstar than a helpless woman lost in a video game world.

"Oh god!" she breathed as he entered her without warning, digging her fingers into the ground while his hairy balls tickled her sticky pink slit. "This isn't happening, this isn't real!"

"Quiet!" he gritted, giving her arse a sharp slap before using his weight to press her into the ground. He grunted into the back of her neck, fluttering her dark brown hair while he humped her hard and fast and treated her like the Russian whore he thought she was. Kirsty groaned and whimpered as he drove his above-average length into her warm feminine center, reaching out for a savior that would never come. This wasn't the game; there was no James Bond waiting to repel down and whisk her away. It was just her and the soldier, his prick making her pussy squish with every pump.

"You like it, don't you?" he groaned. "Yeah, I can tell. You Ruskies always love the English cack."

Kirsty continued to whimper, drooling into the dirt while he pounded her from behind. Her entire body shook with the effort, her arse turned a bright red as he repeatedly slammed against her. Her amble breasts were mashed beneath her, her long legs starting to go numb from the constant pressure, but for the life of her she couldn't help but enjoy herself, her moans growing louder and more heated the longer and harder he took her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth hanging open while she endured him for several long minutes. She refused to open them even when he rolled her over and took her missionary-style, feeling like little more than a cheap prostitute as she kicked off her pumps and locked her ankles behind his back. Only when he pried her off once again and forced a long leg against her chest did she finally look him in the face, her bare foot jouncing in the air while she dug her nails into his muscular arms.

"Ugh!" she grunted, her other leg pinned back, her knees pressing against her naked chest while he lifted onto his hands and pounded into her aching pussy with everything he had left. "Huhh--huhh!"

She curled her pretty toes, body jiggling with every thrust, and when he leaned in to kiss her she didn't resist, groaning into his mouth while she sucked on his tongue.

That spelled the end for him, her sudden willingness to be with him causing his cock to swell inside of her. He came hard, spurting deep inside of her and coating her velvet walls with his potent load. Kirsty almost screamed with shock at the unexpected climax, tears rolling down her face as she helped him to defile her.

He pulled out as quickly as he had entered her, glancing at the naked Scot before walking over and picking up his discarded pistol. Kirsty sniffed, lowering her legs and wiping the sweat from her eyes while she watched him. Her makeup was smeared, her nose red, but somehow she looked even more beautiful than before, mussy hair fluttering in a gentle breeze that left goose bumps all along her glistening arms and legs.

The man flipped off the safety, his back to her while he prepared himself to take her life. "Hate to do it, love, but I can't leave an enemy at my back, even a fine Russian princess like yourself."

He turned on his heel, prepared to snap off a quick burst--only to stay his hand when all he found was a pair of black pumps lying in the dirt.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, looking up and listening as the sound of pounding bare feet receded into the distance.

Kirsty never looked back, an arm slung across her jiggling chest as she ran for life. As before, she had no idea where she was going, but anywhere was better than here, the brunette's naked body dripping in the heat, the insides of her thighs sticky with a stranger's seed.

She never saw the missing grating, a sharp scream escaping her pouty mouth as the ground suddenly opened up beneath her.

She landed face-first in the hard-packed snow. Strangely enough, she didn't feel cold.

Looking up, her face coated with ice, Kirsty counted at least eight more soldiers locked in mortal combat, their guns going silent as one by one they noticed the bare-arsed Scot in their midst.



Kirsty Ties Herself Up



I came home from shopping about 10. 45am. It was already a hot day as I undressed and headed towards the shower. Feeling the water wash over I couldn't help but touch myself, I was hot in more than one way. I closed my eyes and thought back. Shall I text him? Give him that suprise that we had done a few times before. I look at my ankles, my wrists. I wanted to feel bound and helpless and taken again. It had been too long. 

I quickly dried myself off and headed down stairs, looking at the clock. 11.30am. I sent the text saying you know what to do just read the note. I unlocked the back door. Grabbing a piece of paper I wrote on it, "come upstairs... don't say a word". 

I attached it to the door handle and run excitedly upstairs. Getting to the bedroom I bent down and pulled the box from under the bed. I opened it a delved in. There was the ankle cuffs. I held then against my naked body then threw them onto the bed. I did the same with the hand cuffs and the hood. Then the ball gag. Finally the nipple clamps. Then I had a thought... the lipstick. I grabbed some a stood in front of my full length body. I looked at my clean slim naked body. It wasn't to be clean for long. I took hold off the lipstick and started to write on my body. When I had finished there was a 25 year old university educated English girl in a nice house with the words " Fuck Me" and an arrow pointing towards my pussy written in bright red lipstick across my belly. 

I sat down on the bed and got hold of the ankle cuffs. I attached one set to my right ankle then to the bed post. Stretching my left leg wide I did the same to it. The first part of my bondage was done. Now the hard part. I grabbed the nipple clamps somewhat excitedly. The were linked by a chain. I attached one on my right nipple and winced. Still after all this time the first nipple chain always gives me that reaction. I did the second one a looked down. Very nice I thought. I took hold off the handcuffs, Different to normal ones these had a wider chain between the two. I wrap them around the poles on the headboard and laid the cuffs either side of my head. I took hold of the ball gag and put it inside my mouth and pulled it tight. I took hold of the hood and pull it tight over my head and face. It was really too hot for a tight latex hood but thats what I need. I pulled it down covering my eyes. The only parts exposed my nostrils and my gagged mouth. I fastened the hood tight and grabbed the left cuff and snapped it around my left wrist. The cold metal making me moan out a little. 

With some difficult I got hold of the right cuff and managed to put my wrist in it. Bashing my hand down I eventually managed to get it to snap shut. The forced made me jump a little. I figured it must be 11.15 now. 

It seemed liked ages waiting. My pussy was hot and wet, my nipples hard and my breathing hot. I waited and waited , squirming a little from time to time. After what seemed like ages I had the door open downstairs. I laid still, hardly daring to breath. I heard footsteps up the stairs. He seems to be taking longer than usual to walk up the flight of stairs. I bet the bastard is taking his time on purpose I thought to myself. He knows what awaits him. 

I heard him enter the room and stop. Then I felt his weight on the bed as he knelt on it. Trailing a hand over my naked body I jumped, tensed and moaned a little. My body suddenly sunk even further as he fully got on to the bed, one knee either side of my body. His trousers felt rough against my clean showered naked skin. 

He brought his hand up to the nipple chain and pulled hard causing me to moan into my gag. He leaned forward and I felt his tongue run around my lips stretched out around the ball gag, tasting him just a little. Trailing his hand down my body he found my pussy. It was soaking wet. Not wasting anytime he suddenly plunged two fingers straight inside my. If I was not gagged I would have been screaming the house down in delight by now. He fingered me deeply and roughly, pulling his fingers out he found my clit. I moaned harder and my body spasmed a little. He pressed his fingers hard on my clit. I was shaking by now. Never before had I been this close to orgasm so quickly. He puled his fingers away sitting back on my thighs. I heard him undo his zip and lean his body down between my thighs. The bastard wasn't even going to fully undress to fuck me. 

He held my pussy lips open with his fingers and I felt him put is cock against my entrance. It felt so hot and so big. Hotter and bigger than usual. Just as I had got used to it he slid into taking what little breath I had away. I never had chance to get use to that he was soon pumping away inside me. He steadying himself with one hand he grabbed the nipple chain with the other and pulled hard. I started to tremble, my nipples pulled up and hard, him fucking away inside me. I felt my pussy muscles contract around his hot hard cock and as I moaned over and over again into the gag. 

Then it started to happen. My body shook, my breathing became quicker, I started to thrash against my bonds. I was beginning to orgasm. He knew it too and started to slam into me harder and faster as my pussy tightened around him my orgasm reaching a peak. Just as I hit the peak I felt him slam into me hard and hold himself there. A flood of hot warm cum flooded deep into my pussy. I shook again, I hadn't orgasmed like this for ages, if ever. 

After a few seconds he pulled out leaving wide open to the world the air over my freshly fucked pussy. I felt him get up off me then off the bed. I heard him zip up. Then I heard him walk to the door and out of the bedroom. Counting his footsteps down the stairs I heard him pause at the bottom. The door handle turned and he went through the door. I heard it slam shut.. he was gone. 

I laid there breathing heavily through my nostrils for a couple of minutes. My senses partly recovered I pulled hard on my right wrist. The cuff came undone. These were very indeed very special cuffs. Made original for magicans the right cuff locked and looked normal but they were specially spring loaded so the person in them could pull on them and release themselves. He didn't know that. I did and could have released myself anytime...but I didn't..I never wanted to.

My right wrist released I reached around and unlocked my left wrist. My hands free I pulled the hood off. My face and hair were soaked in sweat. I released the ball gag freeing my now dry mouth. I breathed in hard and unhooked the nipple clamps. Sitting up and reaching down I unlocked the leg cuffs. Grabbing all the toys I stood up somewhat unsteadily and shoved it all back into the box. Hiding the box away. I stood in front of the mirror. There I was..naked.. covered in sweat..freshly fucked. The lipstick writing still on my stomach. I reached down to my pussy anf felt myself. I was soaking, A mixture of my juices and His cum. I glanced quickly at the clock. Shit it was 12.15. I had to get cleaned up and dressed....my husband was due home for lunch at 12.30......... 



Kirsty's Confession



So okay, here's the big question. How much do you confess your previous sins to your husband or wife? Should you tell them about every little sin you committed, or is your previous love life your own business? I guess for men it's all about being the stud and how many women were seduced should be public knowledge. But for us women it's a little different, for being labelled a slut isn't very nice. At the sweet age of twenty I had a sexual romp that I would never forget or regret, and any consideration of how my future husband might feel about it was at the time well below my radar. But when I eventually met my man and did get married, I thought my little secret would never reach his tender ears. I guess it just shows how naive I really am. Another lesson in all this; is how much should you confide in your friends, especially friends called Suzie. Anyway, this is how it all panned out.

There were six of us out for a meal that night, my husband Matt, my old and supposedly good friend Suzie and her husband, and another couple who for the story can remain nameless.  It was one of those fun nights, a blend of good food and great company with a copious amount of alcohol thrown in. We cared not as our loud laughter echoed around the restaurant drowning out other tables, and as the night wore on the surrounding tables emptied. Our conversation moved from subject to subject and eventually landed at the feet of a local politician who had just got caught out participating in a threesome with two young ladies. As usual, there were public calls for his resignation while others took the line of what happened in one's personal life was okay, so long as it wasn't illegal. 

We took a vote, and the guys didn't think the politician should resign which was no surprise, I mean a sexual romp with two ladies is every guys dream. I was taking it all under consideration as Suzie swallowed half a glass chardonnay before turning to and flippantly suggesting that with my history I had no moral right to condemn group sex. The look on my face put Suzie in her place, but I could've easily put my hands around her neck and squeezed the life slowly out of her. I hoped her comment would have been lost in conversation, but I wasn't to be quite that lucky.

Later that night, Matt and I were stretched out in our bed in the throws of a little foreplay which was quite normal after a night out with a few drinks thrown in. I was comfortably on my back with legs parted so Matt could play with my pussy in a manner in which I was accustomed as I stroked his nice hard erection. We kissed and caressed as my excitement intensified with my first little orgasm on the way. Matt had long since perfected the art of making me cum with his talented hands. His long finger was inside me caressing my G spot and his thumb gently working my clitoris, I was well on the way.

"What was Suzie going on about back at the restaurant?" 

'FUCK,' I thought to myself as my orgasm began to fade and apprehension flooded my mind, for I knew that I was in trouble.

"Like what?" I asked pushing up on his finger hoping to distract him.

"You know; the group sex thing? She insinuated that you've done it."

"You know what Suzie's like when she's pissed, gets all mouthy and doesn't know what she's talking about." I replied innocently.

"So you've never done it with more than one person?" he asked as his fingers continued their sordid work.

Now here's the problem. I love Matt with all my heart and I never lie to him. One of our vows when we fell in love long before we married was complete honesty. We both had previous sexual encounters before we met; him a lot more than me, but that's a man thing. Like all couples, we have to accept that and get on with life. There is no doubt that Matt is the best lover I've ever had, mainly because we love each other dearly and the fact that we've had a good few years together to perfect our love making. Over those years, we've discussed the odd previous liaison, but not in great detail and usually more about the circumstances rather than the act itself. I contemplated Matt's question for a few seconds, and decided that honesty was my only option.

"Once, just a threesome." I whispered.

"Really?" he whispered. "Two guys or two girls?" 

"Me and two guys." 

I could feel his excitement as his hard shaft twitched in my hand and he inserted another finger inside me.

"Tell me about it."

"No, I don't want to. It was a long time ago."

"Aw c'mon Kirsty, please tell me."

"No, I don't want to make you jealous or anything. Anyway, it was so long ago, I don't remember much about it." I lied. "I was drunk at the time?"

"I won't be jealous, its kind of exciting thinking about you and two guys. Was it fun?"

Oh yes, it was fun alright I thought to myself, it was the most amazing sex I'd ever had up until that time. A little smile escaped my lips as my memory flashed back to that night; Matt noticed and gave my clitoris a little extra attention causing me to moan in pleasure. 

"C'mon, tell me about it." he urged. "Please." 

I knew that I wasn't going to get away with it; sooner or later Matt was going to prise my little secret from me. It might as well be now rather than later.

"You really want me to tell you about it?" I asked.

"Yes."

"It all happened along time ago, long before we met. Promise you won't hold it against me or anything?" 

"Nope, I promise." he replied excitedly. "Tell me every little thing you can remember."

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First off before I recount my sordid story, I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Kirsty, and I'm a tallish brunette with ample curves. I was always kind of pretty in a natural way and never been short of a boyfriend for too long. From a young age, I relished in the way the opposite sex looked at me. I liked their hungry lingering eyes running over my body making me feel good about myself.  Like any girl, I dressed to show off my best attributes, in my case a nice round bum and long strong thighs, but my breasts were a little too small for my liking. My sexual inquisitiveness resulted in the loss of my virginity by a boy who took advantage, and something I still regret to this day. I should've waited until I was with someone I rally cared for. But from that day on, I explored my sexuality with passion, usually with steady boyfriends in good relationships. Without being particularly promiscuous, by the time I met Matt I could count the men I'd been with on two hands, but only just.

On the night in question, Suzie and I had been invited to a friend's party. The occasion was the end of the university year and a time of great celebration for all us over worked students. We went to bar for a few drinks first, and by the time we got to the party it was in full swing. It was one of those parties that really went off, the music good and loud, and the guests well primed with alcohol and marijuana. There were plenty of people we knew as well as a whole lot we didn't. We mingled for awhile checking out the talent before settling in with a group of familiar faces. Among them were Andy and Mike, a couple of guys whom we had socialised with previously. They were good fun guys to hang around with, lots of noisy fun without being pushy about trying to get into our pants if you get my drift. The kind of guys you feel safe with even though you don't really know them all that well. They were not bad looking either, both tall and wide shouldered.  While I wouldn't have been averse to being bedded by either of them after a few drinks, the thought of indulging in a threesome had never occurred to me. 

Halfway through the night, Suzie found herself in the clutches of a rather scrumptious guy she met while getting herself a drink. Young Suzie could be a dirty little slut in the right circumstances, and the glint in her eyes suggested that she was in the mood to get laid. It was wasn't long before she walked over to me and whispered in my ear that she was departing for some fun. She dropped her car keys in my hand and told she would call me in the morning, if she wasn't too tired. She then gave me a peck on the cheek and a wink before disappearing in the clutches of her soon to be lover. 

As the party died down in the early hours of the morning, I found myself nicely inebriated and still in the company of Andy and Mike.  When I announced my departure, Andy removed Suzie's car keys from my hand and told me that I was in no condition to drive. It wasn't far I told him trying unsuccessfully to retrieve the car keys; he simply smiled and dropped them down the front of his jeans. That stopped me in my tracks as I had no intention of putting my hands down there, well not in front of fifty people anyway. I was told that I was in no fit state to drive anywhere, and thinking back they were quite right too. But it also left me in a dilemma of where I was going to sleep, but Andy and Mike took me home which was less than a block's walk away.

I guess it all started off innocently enough, the intention was that I was going to sleep on the couch and was provided with a spare pillow and two blankets. But then Andy lit a joint for a night cap, and we sat around smoking it. By the time it was half gone I was very, very relaxed.

"Thanks for looking after me tonight, I appreciate it." I muttered.

"No probs." Mike replied. "You were too far gone to drive anywhere. While the couch ain't too comfortable, it least it's safe."

"Well, if you guys were real gentlemen, one of you'd offer me your bed." I joked.

They both laughed and agreed that neither of them were gentlemen, and that the only I was sleeping in a bed would be sharing it with one of them. Now that little proposition wasn't all that abhorrent, for I was just in the mood for a little sex. It had been a hard few weeks since I'd got laid and I was kind of in need.

"Oh really." I replied prepared to run their gauntlet. "And which one of you would I have to share with?"

They looked at each other for a few seconds as it dawned on them that I might not be joking. I smiled at their dilemma, who was going to miss out and who wasn't. I liked them both, so it didn't really matter to me, I just wanted sex. My arousal was growing and I could already feel the dampness in my panties. 

"Maybe you should choose." Andy suggested diplomatically. 

"Mmmm." I replied. "Or we could toss a coin."

"Or you could do both of us." Mike offered.

I felt a little surge of excitement flow through me, "What both of you? You mean one after the other, or both at the same time?"

"You choose." Mike offered. "Have you ever had a threesome?"

I shook my head, "You guys?"

They both looked at each other and shook their heads in unison. 

"So Kirsty, you up for it?" Mike asked.

If my panties were damp before, they were now soaking. Like any female, the thought of being taken by two guys was kind of interesting. So here was an opportunity, two guys I trusted and liked wanting to do me. Would I ever get another chance like this I asked myself?

"Dunno." I replied trying to disguise my interest. "Trouble is that you guys always like to brag and I'd be scared that you'd tell everyone about it."

Andy laughed and pointed over at Mike, "Not a chance of that. You think I'd tell anyone that I'd been in the same bed as him. You'd have to be joking."

We all laughed at that.

"So what do you reckon, wanna give us a go?" Mike asked.

So here was the big question, all I had to do say yes and it was all on. I looked over at both of them as I considered their proposition. They were good looking guys; I was horny as hell and really needed to be laid.

"I might." I replied. "How about another joint while I think about it?"

For the next few minutes we settled down quietly as the joint was passed around. The room was full of excited tension and we giggled nervously as the joint dwindled to nothing. By this time I had decided to do the deed and was just waiting for one of them to make the move.

"So, how about it?" Mike asked as he dropped the end of the joint into an empty beer bottle.

"Okay." I replied getting to my feet. "I'm in, let's do it."

I was led into a surprisingly tidy bedroom by single male standards, everything in its place and nothing on the floor. While Mike pulled the curtains, I slipped my shoes off before crawling into middle the bed and settling down on my back. I soon had Mike on one side and Andy on the other. It quickly became apparent that there wasn't much room for three people and our antics were going to have to be well planned. The next problem was that the overhead light was too bright; a bedside light was switched on and lowered to the floor. The overhead light was switched off and the room was bathed in a subtle glow just right for a little seduction. 

I guess we were all nervous to start out with. I lay on my back with a guy in each arm beside me; we just started out kissing which was kind of nice. I turned my head one way and kissed for a short time and then turned the other way for another kiss. As the kisses became more passionate, I felt their exploring hands getting bolder. They had decided to share my attributes, one concentrating on my breasts and the other on my skin tight jeans. My excitement continued to grow and I was quickly becoming impatient with their lack of progress. I waited until a hand caressed my pussy; then pushed up against it and sighed loudly. 

"Take them off." I whispered.

I held my stomach in as fingers prised the button of my jeans undone and the zip lowered. Two hands gripped either side of my jeans and pushed downwards.

"Lift up." came a request.

I lifted my buttocks from the bed and wriggled as my jeans slid down my thighs and swiftly disposed of. Thankfully I was wearing nice panties, the thought I might get laid was certainly on my agenda when I dressed a few hours before. I spread my thighs a little as my panties were caressed, first from the outside and then a hand slipped under the elastic. I heard myself moan as a searching finger found my clitoris and a few seconds later slip deep inside me. My tee shirt was eased over my head and I rolled sideways so my bra could be removed. When I rolled back, hands parted my legs and I felt my thighs being gently licked and kissed. I looked down to see Andy's face peering up at me and he gave me a wink.

"Great legs." he muttered before lowering his face to my pussy.

For the next few minutes, Mike suckled on my breasts while Andy teased me unmercifully with his skilled tongue. I could smell my sex as the outside of my panties were caressed and licked. It was all so complicated, four hands and two mouths increasing my arousal to new levels. I reached down impatiently and eased my panties aside so that Andy could slip his warm tongue right inside me. Again I cried out my clitoris was attacked, and squirmed against his face as he began to suckle me. I was pleased to learn that Andy was an accomplished licker. His tongue explored my clitoris and deep into my opening, my lips were sucked deep into his mouth as his tongue caressed their silky insides. 

I ran my hand down Mike's chest to the bulge in his jeans; I could feel its rigid thickness trying to escape. I struggled with the top button as he removed his shirt exposing a nicely toned and muscled chest. He helped me with the button and zip; then pushed his jeans and boxers downwards. It was a nice big cock, I thought to myself while taking him in hand. I slid sideways towards him and he shuffled closer so that his cock was right in my face. I examined it for a few seconds; it was a good handful with a large circumcised head, the heavily veined shaft had a slight upwards curve to it. Mike leaned into me, he wanted me to take him into my mouth and I was happy to oblige. 

Mike sighed as I took his cock deep into my mouth and then slowly pulled away until the head rested on my tongue. Supporting his shaft in my hand, I peppered the head with little kisses before flicking my tongue across the head a few times. Placing my mouth just over the head, I then sucked hard while running my tongue under the eye and glands below. 

Mike laughed loudly, "Jesus, you can sure suck a mean cock."

I looked up and smiled at him as I continued my good work. I settled into a nice little sequence of licks and sucking without any rhythm as I didn't want a mouthful of Mike's cum, well not yet anyway. It wasn't my best work as Andy's tongue in my pussy was kind of distracting. I wasn't close to orgasm, but it was still very, very nice. By this time my panties had been removed and I confess to not remembering how that happened.

Then Andy raised his head and looked up at Mike, "Change places?"

I raised myself on my elbows as Andy placed himself next to me, without hesitation I reached for his jeans and undid his belt, button and zipper. He helped me push them down releasing his very hard cock which swung dangerously in front of my face. I felt Mike's tongue on my pussy as I steadied Andy's cock with my hand and examined closely. It too was circumcised and a nice handful, but different to Mikes. While about the same length and thickness, the head was a little smaller and narrower than the shaft. I repeated my oral act and soon had Andy moaning with pleasure. It was a nice cock to suck, the smaller head a little easier on my overworked jaw. We continued like this for some time, Mike attacking my pussy with mouth and fingers while I sucked away on Andy's cock. 

Mike then knelt between my legs and lifted my ankles up and over his shoulders. As he leaned forward I felt the head of his cock slide clumsily between my pussy lips, reaching down I guided it right to my entrance. His thick cock slid straight into me, the long deep penetration causing me drop Andy's cock from my mouth and cry out. I placed my hand on his navel to restrict his penetration until I got used to it. Slowly but surely he began to pick up speed slapping hard into me.

"Take it easy." I urged. "You're hurting me."

"Sorry." he offered and thankfully began to slow down.

"That's it, nice and slow." I replied before slipping Andy's cock back into my mouth.

I dropped my legs from Mike's shoulders and wrapped them around his buttocks, the change of angle a little easier on my pussy and the pleasure began to flow through me. 

"My turn to screw." Andy suggested after a few minutes.

I lay most unladylike with my legs spread wide as the boys changed places. Andy's nice cock was soon inside me and sliding back and forth. It was quickly apparent that Andy was a more gentle and considerate lover than Mike. I lifted my knees back onto my chest allowing him more access deep inside my pussy. Ignoring the taste of my pussy juices, I soon had a mouthful Mike's cock and happily slurped away on it to my hearts content. A few minutes later, Andy withdrew from me and playfully dragged me down the bed turning me over onto my stomach as I went. Looking behind, I saw Andy standing at the edge of the bed back with his cock hanging heavily in the air. Laughing loudly, I raised myself to a kneeling position at the edge of the bed as Andy's cock nudged my pussy lips. I reached under and guided him into me and sighed as his cock stretched my insides. With his hands on my buttocks, he settled into a nice rhythm of long slow strokes which I found rather nice. By this time Mike had positioned himself in front of me with his legs either side of my shoulders leaving his cock standing right in front of my face. Taking hold of the base, I directed it to my waiting mouth and with the attention of applying my favourite oral techniques.

I was still finding the extra lover a little distracting. Andy's fucking was most pleasant and my sucking of Mike's cock was haphazard at the best.  He had to settle for a mix of sucking and a hand job but didn't seem to mind too much. I really liked this position, and the pleasure flowed through my body. Andy had a really nice technique, after sliding deep but gently inside me, he would then pull nearly all the way out and rotate the head of his cock which placed extra pressure on my pussy lips. I'd never experienced this before and I liked it more than a lot. After a while the first little inklings of an orgasm reached my alcohol and marijuana fuddled brain. I reached under myself and gave my clitoris a little tweak, and a little tremor flicked through me. "Yes, I thought to myself, an orgasm was certainly on the cards. I moved my fingers upwards to where Andy's cock was still sliding back and forth inside me and pulled some of my lubrication down over my clitoris. I then began massaging my clitoris to bring on my orgasm. Mike tried to insert his cock back into my mouth but I turned my head away.




Kirsty's Confession



"Let me cum first." I whispered. 

As my orgasm edged closer, I began to push back on Andy's cock while working my clitoris. Like a good lover should, he challenged my excitement by pushing harder and faster into me. I moaned loudly as intense pleasure soared through my body causing my knees to give way, but Andy saved the day and supported my body with his big strong hands as he continued to fuck me hard.  I lost count of my moans of pleasure as my fabulous orgasm rocked my brain for what seemed like eternity. But eternity wasn't long enough and disappointment ebbed through me as my orgasm began subside. My strength finally died and my knees gave away causing me to collapse flat onto my stomach.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, that was good." I murmured after a few seconds. "Can I go to home to sleep now?"

"Fat chance." one of them commented.

The boys began massaging my body with their smooth hands, their little kisses and licks were quite nice too. It was a fine way to wind down from my rather intense orgasm. I eventually rolled over and gazed up at my two lovers, their lecherous eyes taking in my sweaty body. I reached for their cocks which had wilted from lack of attention and stroked them until they began to grow again.

"Lie down beside each other." I suggested.

I knelt between them and took turns sucking and stroking them, and soon had both cocks standing nicely to attention. Their hands were all over my body and my arousal began to return, most times I lose interest after an intense orgasm and I'm quite happy to finish a lover off quickly as possible if he hadn't already done so. But tonight was to be very different. 

"So, how is it so far?" I asked while spreading my legs a little further to allow a probing finger deeper inside me.

"Fucking great." Mike muttered.

I turned to Andy, "And what about you?"

He laughed, "Hell Kirsty, if I'd known you were this dirty I would've been in your pants long before now. I thought you were a nice girl."

I giggled, "I am a nice girl, but I've got a dirty side too." 

"Fuck, I can see that." he whispered as I again lowered my mouth over his cock for the umpteenth time. 

"So, what are you boys going to do to me now?" I inquired.

"You okay to fuck some more?" asked Andy.

"Yeah, if you've got some lube I should be okay."

"Do you do anal?" Mike asked.

It was a good question; anal was a little more taboo for me. I'd done it a few times with a lover I trusted and quite enjoyed it. But I wasn't sure whether this was the right situation, two horny guys with big hard cocks suggested it might not be all that comfortable.

"We could try double penetration if you're up for it." Mike added.

Now that stirred my interest. My anal lover and I had experimented with a dildo and his cock inside me at the same time. A few times we discussed what it might be like with two cocks inside me at once. I could feel the adrenalin soar through my mind at the thought of it, could I do this I asked myself? A few seconds of excitement suggested I should.

"Well, what do you reckon?" Mike pressed.

"I dunno guys, two cocks inside me sounds dangerous to me."

"We'd be careful wouldn't we Andy?"

Andy looked up at me and grinned, "Don't if you don't want to."

I was thankful for his consideration, but I was interested in doing it, "You guys done a double penetration before?" 

They both shook their heads in unison.

"You have to promise be gentle; and we'll need plenty of lube and a condom too." I suggested in a shaky voice.

"I've got both." Mike said climbing from the bed and leaving the room.

He returned a few seconds later with a small black bottle and a handful of condoms. I sat on the bed between them stroking their cocks while they explored my pussy and breasts. It gave me a little time to come to terms with about we were going to do, and I decided to set a few ground rules.

"Okay guys, I'll give this a go, but you have to promise to be gentle with me. If I say stop, I mean stop okay. The other thing is that I don't want full penetration in my arse. About halfway is okay, but no more."

I looked over at Andy as I fondled his cock, "You want to do me in the arse? Your head is a bit smaller and it might go in a little easier."

"Sure." he replied.

The truth was that I chose Andy because he was a more considerate lover than Mike and would hopefully take it easier on me.

I suckled on Andy's cock while removing a condom from its packet, placed it over the head and rolled it down firmly to the base. An ample dollop of lube was applied to the condom and a little on Mike's still bare cock. I moved astride Mike, applied some lube to my pussy before manoeuvring over his cock and lowering myself on to it. It took a second or two to get comfortable and I then began to slide up and down on his shaft.

"Ready?" Andy inquired from behind me.

"Yeah." I said lowering my chest onto Mike. "Put some lube on me first."

I shivered as Andy's fingers parted my buttocks and dribbled a line of lube between them. A second later I felt the blunt end of his cock at my entrance and I pushed back a little onto him. At first it was mission impossible, there was no way I could relax enough to allow him inside me. Raising my buttocks, I allowed Mike's cock to slip from my pussy so I concentrate on Andy. 

"Andy, stay still and let me do the work." I said.

I pushed back on his cock slowly increasing the pressure, and suddenly I felt his head slip into me. I heard myself cried out as his cock stretched me wide; reaching back I placed my hand on his thigh to control his penetration and waited for my nearly virginal passage to relax. After a good thirty seconds, I began to move slowly back and forth on it allowing the lube to ease the pressure. His cock felt huge inside me even though I knew that there was only two or three inches inside me. The stinging pain eventually began to fade and was replaced by increasing pleasure. It was quite nice I thought to myself after a minute or so.

"Andy, try and stay inside while I sit on Mike." I asked.

Andy took hold of my buttocks I moved cautiously over Mike. Leaning forward and placing my hands flat on the bed, I waited nervously as Mike took hold of his cock and eased it inside my pussy. Again I cried out as both my holes were completely stretched.

"You okay?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, I think so." I muttered. "Just take it easy and see how I go."

At first it was awkward as the boys couldn't get their rhythm quite right, but they eventually got it together. Mike managed full penetration inside my pussy while Andy carefully moved back and forth with nice shallow strokes. Knowing that I was unlikely to ever do this again, I wanted to concentrate how it all felt. There was a little pain, but it was also quite nice too. I encouraged Andy to push a little deeper inside me but that became uncomfortable and I asked him to pull out a little. I lost track of the minutes as my body was seduced, the boys eventually settled into a nice rhythm which minimised their cocks falling out of me. As time went on, I could feel the sweat rolling down my body but felt no embarrassment. I rolled a little onto one side to free one hand, after getting comfortable I reached back for my clitoris. Mike had to support me with his hands as I began to stroke my excited and engorged clitoris towards a second orgasm. By this time I'd lost all touch with reality as a combination of sweet pain and pleasure flooded my consciousness. I heard myself moan in greedy ecstasy as a string of little orgasms rippled through me until I collapsed helplessly onto Mike's chest.

"How's it feel in her arse?" Mike asked Andy.

Andy laughed, "Fuckin great, tight as hell."

"Wanna swap places?" Mike said hopefully.

"No thanks guys." I quickly added. "I've just about had all I can take of both you in me."

I carefully eased myself forward so that their cocks slipped from me and then rolled face up onto the bed; Andy was already rolling the condom from his cock. 

"What's next?" Mike asked while stoking his cock.

"No more fucking, that's for sure. But if you get something to wash your dicks, I'll suck both of you off." 

While Andy wandered off towards the bathroom, I took hold of Mike's slippery cock and stroked it for him.  It was now a gooey mess of lube and my juices, and I wanted no part of sucking it until it was clean. Andy returned with two face cloths and tossed one to Mike, and I watched as they quickly wiped their hard cocks clean. When they had finished I crawled to the end of the bed and sat on the corner with my feet on the floor. I soon had two nice cocks right in front of my face. Taking one in each hand, I took turns sucking and stroking while listening to their sighs and little moans of appreciation.

"Okay, who's gonna cum first?" I whispered.

For the next few minutes I tormented their cocks towards orgasm. It was enjoying myself immensely but my jaw was starting to suffer from all the sucking. Eventually I realised that Mike was getting close, and concentrated on his cock sucking and stroking as fast as I could. At the last second I removed his cock from my mouth and received two powerful jets of warm cum over my tightly closed lips. I turned my face slightly and rubbed his pulsating cock over my cheeks until he'd well finished ejaculating. He sighed and pulled his cock from my cum fill hand. As he stepped away from me, I wiped his cum from my sodden lips, then turned and took Andy's waiting cock deeply into my mouth. Unfortunately I had failed to remove all Mike's cum but did my best to ignore the bitter taste. 

Supporting Andy's heavy swollen balls in one hand, I suckled and stroked Andy towards his orgasm. I could soon feel his excitement climb, again waiting until he reached the brink before dropping his cock from my mouth. The velocity of his orgasm caught me by complete surprise as line after line of cum fired over my face. When I dropped his cock to wipe my face, he took over and continued to pump his cock until he had finished. I could feel his cum running down my face and neck, and shivered as it dribbled from my chin. I made a dash to the bathroom and unfortunately caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. There were splatters of cum through my hair, my face and cheeks were well covered not to mention my neck. If only my parents could see me now I thought to myself while reaching for a towel. By the time I got back to the bedroom, Mike had escaped to his bedroom. Without hesitation I rolled my badly ravaged body in beside Andy and snuggled up to him, seconds later I was dead to the world. The next morning Andy was all amorous again, after both taking a shower I let him slide his nice cock into me. Unfortunately, my already over worked pussy was too sore to go for long, and in the end he had to settle for a well delivered hand job. 

I ran into a most unhappy Suzie the next day. The guy she picked up from the party was a five minute wonder, after ejaculating prematurely, rolled over and went to sleep leaving her most dejected. I laughed when she inquired where I had spent the night. When she realised that I done both Mike and Andy at the same time, she sat me down to extract all the gruesome details. Like a fool I gave her a blow by blow account never considering it would ever come back to haunt me.

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My husband Matt listened intently as I recounted my sordid story, I could feel the excitement in his cock as I slowly stroked it. For me, the moment of passion had past and I was uncomfortable that he now knew my secret. 

"Shit Kirsty, I wish I'd been there to see it." he whispered.

"Why would you want to, wouldn't it make you jealous?" 

"Hell no." he muttered after a few seconds of contemplation. "It'd be exciting as hell to see you with two guys."

That was it for me, for I was now both angry and fearful for our marriage. I dropped his cock and climbed from our bed sobbing my heart out.

"Don't you ever ask me to do it with other guys." I cried. "I love you too much to do that."

I dragged the duvet from our bed and ran into the lounge, placing it around my shoulders I stared out the window to the lights of the city before me. Seconds later Matt walked up behind me, took me into his arms and began kissing and nuzzling my neck.

"Sorry." he whispered. "I would never ask you do that. I love you more than you can ever imagine."

"Thank you." I muttered.  "I'm sorry that you know about Mike and Andy. It was a long time ago when I was young and stupid."

"If it's confession time, I've got one too." he muttered. 

"I'm not sure I want to know." I replied.

"I don't want you to know either. I've never told anyone about it I'm not proud of it either."

That got my interest up, "Okay, tell me."

"Well you know my old mate from school Johnny Wallis. I did it with his mother when I was eighteen."

My brain went into overdrive as I tried to put a face to the name, then it clicked.

"Not that woman who works on the checkout at the supermarket?"

"Yeah, that's the one. I used to work there too; she took me home and fucked my brains out."

"Ewwww yuk, she's really old." I laughed.

"She is now, but back then she wasn't. She had a huge pair of tits and she gave me my first blow job, even let me cum in her mouth."

"Yuk, yuk, yuk." I muttered.

Matt chuckled, "You might laugh, but it was the best blow job I've ever had."

I turned and faced him with the angriest look I could muster, "What do you mean, the best blow job you've ever had?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Can't remember one better."

I reached down and took hold of his now limp cock and stretched it as far as I could. 

"You come with me and I'll remind you who gives the best blow jobs around here."

Minutes later I lay between my husband's wide spread thighs with his erect cock in my mouth. I licked and suckled, stroking his proud member while looking into his eyes. 

"How's this?" I asked.

"Not, not bad." he replied. But Misses Wallis let me cum in her mouth."

"All right." I muttered. "Just this once."

"But Misses Wallis liked the taste, reckons she swallows every time." 

I clamped down firmly with my teeth on the head of his cock causing him to writhe in fear.

"Okay, okay, just this once." he whimpered.

The things we women do for love I thought to myself as I felt the familiar pre-orgasmic trembling ripple through Matt's body. Maybe I'll just pretend it tastes like chocolate. 



Kirsty's Nightmare Show



Here we go again, Kirsty thought to herself as she approached the entrance to the bar. It was her fourth weekend working as a stripper but the 19-year-old college student still had not quite got used to it.

A petite blonde standing only 5 foot 2 inches tall when not in heals, Kirsty had taken the job with an agency after getting desperately low on cash to keep her going this semester. Fees, rent and food bills had all but exhausted the money she had saved up working as a children's party entertainer last summer. Now it was a whole different crowd she was performing for.

Kirsty entered the bar dressed in sweatpants, a hoodie and training shoes with her long hair hidden almost entirely under a baseball cap. Carrying her costume in a rucksack on her back which during the week she used to transport books for class, she made her presence known to the bar manager who pointed her in the direction of his office where she was to get ready for the show.

As she passed unnoticed through the crowded bar, Kirsty spotted the makeshift stage she would soon be appearing on and shuddered. A naturally modest girl, she did not particularly like stripping but she did like the money it paid her so she took a deep breath and hurried into the office to change.

Kirsty was used to the routine now after around a dozen performances at various bars and private parties across the city. Get changed, do a 15 minute routine, pose for a few pictures with the birthday boy or soon to be married bachelor then quickly put her regular clothes back on, collect her pay and slip off to the next show.

As she stood in the office removing her sweatpants, the history major shuddered again listening to the cheers as the bar manager announced that the stripper had arrived and would be on stage in 10 minutes.

Blocking out the sounds, Kirsty removed the rest of her conservative attire and put on the 'sexy cop' outfit that seemed a favourite with nearly all the customers who had booked her services this past month.

Untying her hair and finally placing the cop's hat on her head, Kirsty took a final look in the full length mirror the bar had provided for her. Here she was standing in a bar dressed in thigh high boots, a tiny blue pvc dress, fake utility belt and, of course, that hat! She briefly wondered what her friends back home would think if they saw her. Then, blocking those ponderences from her mind, Kirsty cracked open the office door and signalled to the bar manager that she was ready. 

Moments later her entrance music began and, with one last deep breath, Kirsty flung open the office door. It was showtime. Adopting her now tried and tested policy of avoiding making eye contact with anyone; she strutted as confidently as she could towards the makeshift stage. Climbing the three steps to the platform, Kirsty allowed herself a quick glance at the cheering crowd. There were about 250 people crammed into the bar and without exception all of them had their eyes firmly fixed on her.

The lights were shut off as the music stopped. Kirsty adopted a pose brandishing her toy nightstick above her head and then, with an almost blinding flash, the lights came back on and the music struck up again.

At first the show went much like the previous performances Kirsty had done. She wandered up and down the stage building the crowd's anticipation before tossing aside the nightstick and her belt then slipping out of the extremely tight pvc dress to reveal her matching blue bra and panties.

The crowd seemed boisterous but good natured and Kirsty was starting to relax and maybe even enjoy herself. A man at the back of the crowd started a chant of "off, off, off" and Kirsty cupped her hand to her ear as if to appeal for more volume from her audience.

More people joined in the chant and Kirsty responded by removing her cop's hat and, with a smile, mouthing, "There you go it's off." The crowd let out a pantomime boo and, pointing to her underwear, Kirsty said, "You want these off too?" This brought the loudest cheer of the night so far and, having first shaken her blonde locks free from the ponytail that had previously helped keep that darn hat securely on her head, she proceeded to reach back for the clasp on her bra.

The chanting reached a crescendo as Kirsty unhooked the clasp and shimmered out of the bra allowing it to drop to the floor but keeping her 32b breasts covered with her hands. She strutted back and forth across the stage for around a minute while the crowd hollered and whistled before finally taking her hands away and giving the baying audience their first view of her breasts.

Now it was time for the panties. This was the bit Kirsty dreaded the most but she knew she had no choice and with as big a smile as she could muster she pointed at the last tiny piece of material that remained on her body. Responding to her gesture the bar erupted with cheers and, for the first time, Kirsty could make out a few almost taunting calls of "show us your pussy."

Cringing inside but maintaining her composure and smile, she turned her back to the crowd and reached her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Bending over as she did, Kirsty slipped down the panties and, making sure not to trip in her far from practical boots, she stepped out of the under garment. With one hand covering what remained of her modesty, she swivelled back around to face the crowd who by this point were in a near frenzy.

Cupping her ear again with her free hand, Kirsty whipped up the noise yet another notch before removing the hand from in front of her pussy. Stretching both her arms into the air and making a deliberate effort to once more avoid any eye contact, she stood on the stage totally naked for all to see.

Allowing what she thought was a suitable amount of time for all who wanted to get a good look at every inch of her body; Kirsty quickly gathered her clothes and headed for the steps. Soon she would be back in the relative sanctuary of the manager's office and, after a few photos if required, she would be dressed in her own clothes and heading out.

Unfortunately a group of very drunk men at the front of the stage had apparently not had their fill of the action and as Kirsty approached the top of the steps one of them grabbed her arm. Growing increasingly used to occasional problems like this, Kirsty slipped back into what she called 'stripper mode' and with a smile and assertive tone said, "Show's over boys." This usually snapped the over eager patrons out of their behaviour but this time it was different.

The man maintained his firm grasp on her arm while one of his friends grabbed her other arm. The pair pulled Kirsty towards them and, dropping her clothes, she suddenly found herself hoisted into the air. Panicking she called out for help but her cries were drowned out by the cheers of the audience who obviously thought this was part of the show.

To her horror, Kirsty found herself passed from hand to hand in a kind of naked crowd surf. Still desperately trying to call for help the student turned stripper could feel every sweaty palm and finger as it touched her body. Apparently not content with getting a good grope of her from behind, the men flipped Kirsty in mid-air and, now face down, sent her back on another lap of crowd surfing round the room this time with her breasts and pussy at the mercy of every hand.

After what seemed like an age Kirsty, who by this time had abandoned all hope of rescue, found herself once more in the clutches of the group who had begun her ordeal. They placed her back on the stage and, just as Kirsty dared to hope that her humiliation was over, she heard a voice on the microphone.

Looking up, she saw the man who had first barred her path off the platform. As the crowd fell silent the man said, "Our gorgeous and kinky stripper has just told us that she wants to put on a masturbation show for us."

As Kirsty shrieked with horror the crowd burst into an almost primal roar the likes of which she had never heard. Shaking her head and frantically looking for help or an escape route, Kirsty was picked up once more by four men and carried to the centre of the stage where a chair had been hastily placed. Finally giving up all hope of rescue, the student who only got into stripping to pay her way through college was unceremoniously dropped on the chair.

Looking into the sea of smirking faces in front of her, Kirsty gave in to her predicament. She parted her legs and reached a hand down to her pussy to begin her humiliating task.

Shocked, but a little relived as it would ease her entry, Kirsty found her pussy was quite wet already. Blocking out thoughts of how many stranger's had probably penetrated her most intermit of areas during her impromptu crowd surfing, Kirsty rubbed her pussy lips. She had been masturbating for years but never in front of anyone.

The crowd fell eerily quiet as Kirsty rubbed at her swelling lips and then inserted a finger. Suddenly an air of belligerence fell over the student and she decided if she had to masturbate with all these people watching she would at least give herself an orgasm. With that Kirsty slipped a second finger into her wet pussy and with her other hand rubbed at the hood of her clitoris.

The crowd too were getting excited and the silence gave way to cheers and whistles as Kirsty continued to pleasure herself. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the man with the microphone heading up the stage steps. "What's he doing now?" Kirsty thought briefly before giving her full concentration back to her pussy which was pulsating with enjoyment as her fingers did their work.

"Can you squirt?" whispered a voice in Kirsty's ear.

Startled at this she sharply looked to her side and saw the man with the microphone standing beside her. "Squirt for us and it'll be over ok?" he muttered with a grin on his face.

Fortunately for Kirsty she knew she could squirt or at least she had in the past but of course never in these circumstances and certainly never on demand. She nodded her agreement and the man turned the microphone back on. "She's going to squirt for us ladies and gents!" he yelled with a mocking tone.

The man then bent down and held the microphone close to Kirsty's pussy as she worked away with three fingers now plunged deep inside her hole. Bending down further and with his smirking face only inches from her pussy, the man said, "Listen to her juices. She's loving it." Kirsty certainly was not loving it but there was no point arguing.

She rubbed and flicked feverishly at her pussy as the sounds of her juices over the microphone mixed with the ever rising noise of the crowd's cheers.

Then a new chant struck up. "Cum, cum, cum" went the melodic cry from the audience. Thoroughly humiliated by this last insult, Kirsty bit her lip as she plunged a fourth finger into her hole. Her legs began to shake and she knew she was close to giving the crowd what they wanted.

The chant changed to "squirt, squirt, squirt" as Kirsty headed towards a climax. She shifted to the edge of the chair, spread her legs as far apart as they would go and thrust her hips forwards. Then it happened. She felt a wave of orgasmic pleasure sweep over her entire body and as she pulled her fingers from her pussy a huge plume of sticky cum shot out of her hole and into the air.

The crowd roared their approval as a second, slightly smaller, stream left Kirsty's shaking body. Almost polite applause broke out as Kirsty enjoyed the remnants of her first ever public orgasm.

In a final act of humiliation the man with the microphone helped her to her feet and held one of her arms aloft much like s referee does a victorious boxer at the end of a fight.

Recovering her senses, Kirsty looked at the man and snapped, "If you're done with me can I go now?" The man laughed and nodded his agreement.

Kirsty ran off the stage. She pushed her way through the still clapping crowd and, ignoring any of their remarks, she hurried into the office.

Throwing on her street clothes and shoving her sweat sodden hair under her baseball cap, Kirsty promised herself she was done with stripping. She would find another way to pay for her education she pledged silently.

Then, as unnoticed as she had arrived, Kirsty made her way out threw the bar without even stopping to collect her pay. She no longer cared about the money. She just wanted to get home and take a shower to clean off. That would be the easy part. Her memory of that humiliating evening would be much harder to wash away.