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Fortieth Birthday Surprise

By: jdgreen



This story happened a little over a year after my first story happened that I submitted a few months back.

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It was the weekend of my 40th birthday and my wife Jackie and I had decided to go to our lake house a little early on Saturday to get the house ready for a bunch of our friends who were coming over to help us celebrate Saturday evening and Sunday along with all of the kids

After we had worked a little while, my wife disappeared leaving me to work by myself, making me not too happy. After I was through, I stripped down and jumped in the shower and then jumped into a pair of swimtrunks intending to go down to the boatdock and take the boat out for a spin.

I decided I might ought to see if the wife wanted to go along so I started looking for her. As I opened the door to the bedroom, my intentions changed quickly. There on the bed laid Jackie, in the sexiest pink teddie I could imagine. She had her hair all done, makeup on and decked out in her finest jewelry. As I walked in, I noticed she had every light on she could turn on so she was very much on display. She asked what I had been doing but all I could say was " you look good enough to eat." She smiled and said " well why don't you?"

With that I took off my trunks and laid on the bed between her legs, spreading them wide , getting a great view of her freshly shaven pussy already dripping with wetness. As I spread the folds of her pussy revealing her clit, she moaned with anticipation. I played with her, running my fingers over her wide open cunt and brushing up against her erect clit, teasingly. As my tongue finally touched her spread lips and worked up to her clit, she grabbed my head , not wanting me to tease her any longer. As my tongue worked its way in and out, I slowly went further down to her asshole, teasing it. As I ran my tongue around her perfumed asshole, I looked up to see her squeezing her tits and running her nipples through her fingers, stretching them a good inch or two. Watching her do this had always turned me on and my cock was responding as my tongue went back to her clit. Flicking my tongue over her clit, I sank one and then two fingers into her excited, wet pussy. As I worked her closer to her first orgasm, I pulled my fingers out, all the while working on her clit as I eased a finger up her ass, setting her off in orgasmic heaven. As she calmed down, she grabbed my head and looked straight into my eyes and told me to "fuck me right now!"

As I stood up, I pulled Jackie to the edge of the bed and put her long legs on my shoulders. As I looked down, my thick cock was hard and ready to fuck her hot, wet pussy. Jackie grabbed my cock, looked me straight in the eye with a devilish smile and said "fuck me hard" and guided my cock into her waiting pussy. I drove into her with wild abandon, fucking her so hard her tits were flying back and forth, almost slapping her in the face. As she came again, her face was all contorted as she moaned to keep fucking her.

It was about this time that I noticed something else going on in the room. I looked behind me and saw that our video camera had been set up on its tripod and was taping us. We had taped our sex sessions before, but it was always my idea . An even bigger surprise was that Jackie had connected it to the tv in our room and you could watch us live on tv! It had always turned on my wife to show off for the camera but this was even taking it further.

As I continued to work my cock into her, slowly now, I noticed that we did not have a good angle to see a whole lot for the camera so I suggested we get into my wife's favorite position, the spoon position. As she laid on her side, I lifted up one leg and eased my cock back into her. She moaned as I watched her look at the tv, which had a perfect view of my thick cock working its way back and forth into the engorged lips of her pussy, being stretched to the max as she rubbed her clit for the camera. She then reached over to the nightstand and got the remote for the video camera and zoomed in on the action, which sent her over the edge again.

Calming down, she turned to the camera and said to me " baby, I want your cock down my throat." With that, she slid down to the end of the bed and hung her head down over the edge. Needing no further instructions, I stood over her and offered her my cock. She started running her tongue all over it, cleaning her cum off of my cock as she slowly slid it into her mouth. Taking half of it into her mouth, I turned so the camera got a full view of her oral talents. Since she had first learned to deepthroat a year ago, she always loved to put on a show for me as she works my cock down her throat and today was no different, especially with the camera on her. She gradually worked my cock into her throat until my balls were slapping her in the nose. She glanced at the tv to make sure she was putting on a good show and as she saw my cock going in and out of her throat , she moaned and started rubbing her clit. As I watched this porno flick being made, I knew she was ready for me to fuck her throat. I grabbed both of her tits and started fucking her mouth and throat, slowly at first and then as she moaned on my cock as it was deep in her throat, I could stand it no longer. I started cumming as I slammed my cock as deep down her throat as I could go, watching as she swallowed every drop. She released my cock from her mouth with cum still on it, looked at the camera and winked. My wife, the porno star.

I sat down in a chair to recover as Jackie laid on the bed facing me and smiled. She looked down at my spent cock and said "lets see if we can do something about that, let me put on a little show on for you.

With that, she grabbed a bag off of the nightstand and pulled out a vibrator. I was in total shock, she had always told me she had no interest in going into an adult bookstore! Jackie put some pillows behind her and laid her head and shoulders on them and started working the vibrator around her swollen pussy lips. As she worked the vibrator in and out, her eyes were closed and she was pulling on her nipples with her other hand. I could not believe what was happening in front of me as she would open her eyes and look at the camera, running her tongue over her lips and moaning like a total slut! It wasn't long before I could tell she was about to make herself cum right before me as her hips started bucking and she nearly fell off the bed as her orgasm engulfed her.

After coming back down to earth, my beautiful wife reached into her bag again and pulled out about a 4 inch butt plug. As my mouth dropped, she looked at me and said "baby, I know you love to fuck my ass and we only do it on special occasions, but tonight is a special occasion and I got this to try and make it even better." My wife had only given up her ass to me about a year ago and we had only done it maybe a half a dozen times with it getting easier and better each time. I knew I enjoyed a lot more than my wife, but she was getting more into it each time. Now with a butt plug in her hand, my cock was rock hard again.

She turned and got on her hand and knees with her ass facing the camera. She started wiggling that perfect ass in front of me and reached in her bag and brought out some lubricant. She poured some on the butt plug and down the crack of her ass and brought the plug up to her tiny rosebud, rubbing it all around and wiggling her ass teasingly in front of me. She slowly worked first the tip in and then a little more at a time, stretching her asshole more and more as it went deeper. Then with a little yelp, it was all the way in, her asshole closing around it. As she kept wiggling her ass, she brought the vibrator up to her clit and started working it on herself as she turned and looked at the camera with a slutty little look, pulling on her sore nipples again.

Jackie turned and looked at me and then my cock, telling me " it looks like you are enjoying the show, aren't you?" Working that vibrator all around her pussy, she was getting hotter by the second until she looked back with a slutty smile said " it's time to come get your birthday present!"

As I got up, she moved herself to the edge of the bed and I came up behind her, sliding my cock into her dripping pussy in one hard stroke. She put the vibrator down and held on as I started slamming into her pussy as hard as possible. I slowed down and grabbed hold of the butt plug that was still in my wife's ass and started working it in and out and around and around. Looking at my wife's asshole being stretched, I could barely control myself. Jackie then turned, and looking at the camera told me," ok baby, shove that big cock up my ass and fuck it hard!!"

I poured lubricant all over my cock, down the crack of her ass and slowly pulled the butt plug out. Her asshole stayed open as I placed my cock on it and pushed. It was incredible as I was able to shove my cock all the way in on the first stroke. Jackie screamed " oh yes" as she felt my full cock all the way inside of her. Her asshole had been loosened up enough by the butt plug that I could pull my cock all the way out and then back in as she grabbed the vibrator and started working on her clit. I would catch her looking at the camera, looking at it as if it was a person and telling it to "fuck her in the ass, fuck her in the ass." As I was pounding away at her pink little asshole, she turned and told me " lets try a new position." I pulled my cock out reluctantly and she told me to lay down on the bed. I did and I leaned my back on the headboard of the bed as she rubbed lubricant over my cock. She turned facing away from me, holding my cock in place as she eased her asshole down on it in one smooth stroke. She leaned back against my chest as she started lifting herself up and down on my cock. As I reached around to squeeze her nipples, I realized why we were in this position. My wife had a perfect view on the tv of my cock stretching her tiny asshole and going in and out as she moaned in pleasure. I grabbed her hips and started lifting her on and off my cock as she started working the vibrator on her pussy again. When she started doing that, I grabbed the remote and zoomed in on the action. That seemed to set her off as she started screaming for me to cum in her ass as I pounded her asshole with no mercy. She came harder with my cock in her ass than she had all day, and thats saying something. As I felt my cum shooting up into her ass, I didn't think life could get any better.

As I laid back, Jackie watched as my cock shrank and slowly came out of her asshole, cum dripping out behind it. As she laid down beside me, I asked her if she had enjoyed herself. Smiling, she said " I think you know the answer to that."

Later that evening, after all our friends had arrived, we had dinner and everyone went down to the boatdock to play in the water and sit around and bullshit. As the night progressed, Karen, who was the wife of one of my good friends, said she had a headache and was going up to the cabin to lay down. As she walked off, I again wondered how my friend Bob had landed such a babe. She was a health nut and always worried about her weight. She has a great body with the biggest set of tits for her small body that I have ever seen. She is a size 40 DD and had talked about having breast reduction surgery to lose weight!!! Karen has a great body, but would never wear anything to show it off, always wearing a shirt and shorts over her swimsuit and always being a bit of a prude. She also has a strange personality, one day being sweet to you and the next day acting like she hardly knows you.

After she left, we were all having a good time and enjoying ourselves when we ran out of some drinks. Jackie told me that we had brought some with us but they were still in the van and asked me to go get them. Walking up to the cabin, I decided to walk around the outside of the cabin to go to the front where the van was parked. As I was going by our bedroom window, I heard a noise inside the room. As I looked inside, I nearly fell over. There was Karen sitting on our bed with her bikini top pulled up over her huge tits and her hand down her bottoms feverishly rubbing on her pussy. I then realized she was looking at something and I turned to see she was watching the tape Jackie and I had made earlier in the day.

As my surprise gave way to being turned on, I watched as she massaged first one then the other of her massive tits. Her action suddenly stopped and wondering why, I looked at the tv screen and it was at the time I was about to penetrate my wife's ass. As Karen watched intently as I shoved my cock up her tight ass, she became like a woman possessed as she rubbed her pussy furiously and squeezed her huge breasts. She started talking to me on the tv screen saying " come on J.D., fuck that bitch in the ass, come on fuck her ass, fuck it, fuck it." 

I could not believe what I was hearing, Miss Goodie Two Shoes seemed to be a slut underneath. As she kept talking to us on the tv screen, I remembered Jackie telling me that when she had talked to all of her girlfriends about us having anal sex the first time, Karen seemed to be the only one that was interested in trying it. She had tried to get Bob to try it she had told Jackie, but he was not the least bit interested in it. As she worked herself up to an orgasm, I had to pull my cock out and started stroking it as I watched those heaving tits and thought about my cock being in between them, squeezing them together and fucking them. Hearing Jackie scream on the tv screen, I looked to see and it was a closeup of my cock going in and out of her tight rosebud as she rode it. 

My mind then drifted, thinking of what Karen's ass must look like as she kept fucking herself with her fingers, working up to a climax. As I came in Jackie's ass, Karen came with her hands buried in her pussy and I came all over the grass as my cock shot another load of cum.

As I got back down to the dock with the drinks, everyone gave me a hard time about taking too long, especially Bob. I wondered whether he had any idea what his pretty little wife was up to!

That night as we laid in bed, I wondered about telling Jackie about what had happened, but thought better of it. I was afraid if she found out about it, she would never videotape us again.

The next day, everyone slept late and we had a late lunch. Everyone decided it was time to go boating and jet skiing. As we loaded up, Karen and Bob left on the jet skis and the rest of us tried to get in the boat but it was overloaded. As we discussed what to do, Jackie asked me to stay behind and put up the ceiling fan in our bedroom. Not liking that idea much, I was about to protest when she whispered in my ear that if I did, maybe we could have a repeat of the previous day when she got back. I told everyone I would gladly stay behind and for them to have a good time.

As I went up to the cabin, I was thinking about ravaging Jackie's ass again that night and was in a really good mood.

Working on the fan, I was nearly finished when I heard someone come in. As I looked down, there stood Karen in her bikini without anything else on, which I found a little strange, but I wasn't going to complain! I asked her what she was doing back so soon and she said that she needed something. I asked her what she needed and she said " I need you to fuck me in the ass the way you did Jackie on that videotape." 

My mouth probably dropped wide open as she peeled her top off and freed those massive tits from their restraints. It had been a lot of years since I had seen anything like that as they bounced up and down as she walked over to me. She then peeled off her bottoms, revealing a nicely shaven pussy that only had a small patch of hair above her clit. My brain was telling me no but my cock had a mind of its own and was already standing at attention.

She then walked over to the bed with a sexy look on her face and laid down, patting the bed beside her , inviting me to join her. Taking off my swimtrunks, I laid down on the bed beside her and she was immediately on top of me, rubbing those huge tits in my face.

Reaching behind her, she grabbed my hard cock and ran it up and down her slit, moaning heavily. As she gently slipped my cock into her cunt, I thought I was about to fuck a virgin, she was oh so very tight. '" God it's so big, I don't know if I can handle it all, oh fuck me" were her words as she tried to stuff my thick cock into her.

As her tits were hanging in front of me, I buried my head into them, almost suffocating. God they were huge!! As I roughly handled them with my hands and tugged on her nipples with my teeth, she sank all the way down on my cock. She leaned back, chest out, with a look of total pleasure on her face. Slowly working her way up and down, her cunt gripped my cock like a vise. Getting in a good rhythm, she got her feet under her, squatting over me and started bouncing up and down furiously on my cock. Those huge tits were bouncing so violently, they could have knocked somebody out!

As she worked herself to an orgasm, I thought she was going to squeeze all of the blood out of my cock! Calming down, she collapsed on top of me and I decided it was my turn. I flipped her over, straddling her stomach, and laid my twitching cock between those two mountains she called tits. Looking up at me with a puzzled look, she asked me what I was doing. Looking down at her, I informed her I was going to fuck her tits. She told me no one had ever done that to her as I reached out to the nightstand and retrieved some baby oil. I could not believe Bob had never tit fucked her, what a waste. As I had her squeeze those mountains together, my cock slid so smoothly between them as I poured a little oil down on them and increased my pace. She tried to get her mouth on my hard cock as it came through that mountain of soft skin, but I would not slow down enough to allow her to. Knowing I may never get the chance again to feel my cock engulfed in all of that tit flesh, I let myself loose control as I felt my cum rising inside of my cock. I came with a sense of urgency not often seen, as I splattered my cum all over her shocked face and tits.

Rolling off of her, Karen pleaded to me that she still needed to have my cock in her ass as she wiped my cum off of her face. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I told her to get down on the floor on her hands and knees. She quickly rolled off the bed onto the floor and stuck her ass high in the air. I told her she needed to get herself ready for my cock so she reached under and started running her fingers over her pussy and teasing her clit.

I reached the lubricant and started stroking my cock as I lubed it up and poured some down the crack of Karen's ass. Getting my first look at her pink, virgin asshole, it looked way too small for my cock. It was going to be a challenge. As my cock regained it's hardness, I rubbed it up and down Karen's ass, teasing her with it. Telling her if she wanted my cock in her asshole she was going to have to get it good and lubricated, she looked at me with doubt in her eyes. Deciding that I meant it, she slowly reached behind her and teased her asshole with her index finger. Pouring lubricant on her asshole while I fingered her pussy, she slowly worked her finger into her ass. As she began to work it in and out, I thrust three fingers in and out of her cunt and she began to breath hard.

Her asshole gradually opening up, she inserted another finger in and moaned as she sank both of them up past the knuckle into her ass. Turning to the side, I could watch all of this happening on a floor length mirror hanging on the wall. Awesome.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I told Karen "back up, reach around with both hands and pull your asscheeks apart for me." Doing this, she moaned in anticipation as she was totally exposed to me as I laid my fat cock down on her asshole. Gripping it tightly, I slowly began to penetrate her virgin ass. Being patient, it took several tries before the head of my cock finally violated her ass. As it did, Karen became deathly still, I thought she had passed out! Slowly starting to breath again, she looked back at me with lust in her eyes. " You are in control now, take as much cock as you want" I told her as I reached under her and began playing with her clit.


Fortieth Birthday Surprise



The business was finally going well enough to be left in the care of the staff. It had been a hard slog for three years but my wife Katrina and I finally had the chance to spend some time together doing the things we enjoyed.

There hadn't been much time for long leisurely sex and no real time for exercise except for fitness sessions at the gym. I hated the gym, although Katrina seemed to have made a few friends. 

So, in early Spring, to celebrate my 40th birthday, we decided to go hiking in the Garnet Lakes Wilderness. If you haven't been, then I should tell you it's one of the truly great experiences of the Pacific Northwest. Hidden in an obscure corner of the Olympic National Park, it's a truly magical hike. Kate had promised to give me a time I would never forget.

The normal way it's done is as a three to five day trip, either East-West or West-East. We planned to take seven, going East-West, allowing for ascents of some of the side peaks along the way, and a luxurious break at the newly refurbished Rainbow Falls Lodge half way.

We'd promised each other that we'd make up for all the intimate time we'd lost but I knew it was for real when she showed me some of the extras she planned to take along. Besides the normal hiking gear she had a couple of skimpy bikinis, enough exotic underwear for a Victoria's Secret catalogue, and her two favourite dildos. 

One of the many things I love about my wife is that she's multi-orgasmic. Sometimes I can caress her in the morning while she's sleeping and ever so gently slide a finger or two inside her and then slowly bring her to climax with her cunt walls spasming around my fingers. She always says this is her favourite way to wake up, and makes her horny as hell. She'll either roll over and jump on me and ride me till I come or she'll roll over on to her hands and knees and offer herself to me doggy style. Either way, she'll soon be into another orgasm while she pumps my balls dry, and then, while I take my shower, she'll bring herself off again with one of her toys. She's a bit of a show-off, so she'll often wait until I am just coming back into the room before she comes, 

We both had last minute things to do before we could get away, so I left her doing the final packing while I went to get the cars filled up and ready. The plan was that I would take my car to the far end of the trip and leave it there and then hitch a ride back to the trailhead, sign us in for our wilderness permits, hike on up to the first lake, and set up camp. Katrina would follow as soon as she could, either that evening or the following morning.

The day turned out to be glorious. It took me about three hours to get to the far end and park the car. I went into the ranger station to let them know it was there and to ask if they knew of anyone going back to the trailhead at the other end. The ranger behind the desk was a very attractive woman who looked about 25. Looking around to make sure no-one was listening, she said

"I'm going that way myself in a Forest Service truck. I'm not supposed to give lifts to civilians, but if you're on the roadside half a mile down the road in 15 minutes, I'll take you." 

"Thanks" I said, "That'll help me a lot."

She was as good as her word, and so half an hour later I was sitting in the front of the truck heading down the road.

"My name's Debbie".

"Pleased to meet you, Debbie, and thanks for the ride. I'm Paul."

"You planning to do the Lakes Trail?"

"Yes, my wife Katrina and I have finally managed to take some time off together; we've been meaning to do this for years. What's it like at the moment?"

"Beautiful. I was up there a couple of days ago. The snow's been gone about three weeks and most of the side trails are open. The flowers are all starting to show in the meadows, and there's plenty of deer and marmot."

"Any bears to worry about?"

"There's been a couple of reports, but we haven't had any problems for years. Just follow the usual drills with food, and stay still if you see any, and give them time to move on."

"OK, thanks." We lapsed into silence for a few seconds. I was finally starting to feel relaxed. I didn't have the hassle of having to hitch a ride along the back roads now Debbie had picked me up. I looked across at her. She really was a very good-looking woman. Probably part Latina I thought. Petite, long dark hair tied back in a ponytail, big dark eyes, tanned olive skin and a fit body with finely-muscled arms and legs shown all shown off well by the ranger uniform of forest green short-sleeved shirt and shorts. 

She caught me looking at her. "Being a ranger must keep you fit. Have you been working here long?"

"It helps. The outdoor work is the best part of the job, but I'm only part-time and this is my second year. I usually work a week-on week-off shift and there's no work at all in the winter. When I'm off I live in town so I get the best of both worlds." 

"What's the worst part of the job?"

"Well, the bureaucracy and paperwork's a pain, but I guess that's the same everywhere and I can live with it. No, what's worst is that the rangers are having to become more and more like police, and that leaves less and less time for conservation, management and customer care."

"Why do you say like police?"

"It's been happening for a while. The last few years there've been more incidents with criminal behaviour at campgrounds and on the trail, and assaults on staff, so from this year we are all trained and armed."

"Are you armed?"

"Yes. We have to carry at least a handgun all the time when we're away from base. I prefer to keep mine in my backpack most of the time." "And have you been trained to use it?"

"Yes, we all had to attend an intensive two week course in firearms, restraint techniques, and arrest procedures." She smiled at me. "So I'm armed and dangerous."

Her flirting made me feel good. "So you're telling me I wouldn't want to meet you on a dark night somewhere?" 

"That would depend. If you weren't married, and you weren't a criminal, then you might enjoy it." She flashed me another dazzling smile.

The conversation was getting a bit more personal than I had anticipated and my imagination was beginning to work. I wondered what it would be like to meet Debbie on a dark night, and, like any man, my dick began to stiffen in my shorts. I shifted in my seat, and tried to make things a bit more comfortable. Debbie looked over at me and then looked down at my crotch. 

"Are you OK?" she asked, pretending a wide-eyed innocence, but burst into laughter a second later. "You men are all the same. You only think of one thing."

"It takes one to know one. You wouldn't have noticed if you weren't thinking the same thing too." "And looking," I added.

"Anyway," I continued, "It's all your fault. You make a boring ranger's uniform look like a fashion outfit, and you talk about restraint techniques and being dangerous. And you can't say you didn't know what you were doing."

"That's evolution for you. It's natural. Only species with a desire to breed survive. Blame Darwin."

"Just so as you know, "I said, "I'm happily married and don't cheat on my wife." 

"And I don't mess around with married men," she answered, "unless their wives agree."

I tried to hide my surprise. "Do you have much experience of that?"

"Some. I've had relationships with men and women and couples. I like myself, I like my body and I like sex, but I don't like dishonesty and deception."

"But you're not offended that I get turned on by you..."

"I'd be offended if you weren't."

"It's a lot more than just the way you look... I know it's a cliché that men are only visual, but there's a lot more to it than that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're full of energy. Like, you have a lovely smile. Like, you're caring and imaginative, so I would imagine sex with you would be exciting."

"Isn't sex always exciting?"

"Yes and no. Sometimes it's relaxing, sometimes it's tender, sometimes it's comforting."

"Does your wife know you get turned on by other women?"

"Yes, because I tell her everything. But she also knows that I am committed to her."

"And you think having sex with someone else would break that commitment?"

"Yes."

"What if it was OK with her?"

I was having trouble keeping up with the conversation. "It wouldn't be."

"So, would she object to you enjoying a meal cooked by another woman, or does she mind you going out with your male friends?"

"No, but that's different."

"So, imagine your wife was here with us now -- what's her name?"

"Katrina."

"So, imagine Katrina was here now, and she said it was fine by her if we wanted to have sex. What would your first reaction be?" 

"I think I'd be surprised. I'd be happy she trusted me enough. I might wonder if it was because she really wanted to have sex outside the relationship. I would worry that she might change her mind later and hate me for it. Then I'd worry that it would lead to you and me falling in love and then hurting her or each other."

"That's quite a reaction -- you've obviously thought about it. So, could you ever see yourself having sex with another person not outside marriage, but as part of marriage?"

"Well, if you put it that way I suppose hypothetically yes, but practically I don't ever see it happening."

We drove on in silence for a while. "What do you do in the winter?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Study. I'm doing a Masters in Clinical Psychology."

"That figures." 

She smiled. "My dissertation is on modern morals so I get to ask strangers all sorts of probing questions."

"I've noticed." And so our chat and flirting continued for the couple of hours it took us to get near to the ranger station where we were to start the hike. 

Debbie pulled the truck over. "You'd better get out here. I'll be in trouble if my boss sees you in the truck."

I climbed down and picked up my pack. "Thanks for the ride."

"Don't mention it. Thanks for the company. Just remember, if I see you at the ranger station, pretend we've never met."

"OK."

"And Paul -- just in case you were wondering -- if your wife said it was OK, I would want to have sex with you." And with that and a flash of her smile, she drove away, leaving me once again aroused, imagining what she would look like under that uniform.

I got to the ranger station about 20 minutes later. Debbie was there, now looking much more formal with her name badge which read "Debbie Parks -- Assistant Ranger" and her handgun in its holster on her hip.

Sat in the back of the office was an older woman -- early 50s I would guess - wearing a similar uniform except that this one had some kind of gold markings that I took to be indicators of rank. Sure enough her name badge read "Elizabeth Mcilvaigh -- Superintendent". 

"Good afternoon," I began, "I've come to collect a pre-booked wilderness permit in the name of Jones. My wife will collect hers when she gets here and meet me later."

"Certainly sir," Debbie came forward with her best professional smile and a sparkle in her eyes, "Let me find them for you."

"Here they are. Do you know when your wife will be arriving?"

"I'm not sure. She's hoping it will be today, but tomorrow morning at the latest. Can I do the paperwork for her as well, and leave the permit for her to collect?"

"That should be OK sir, I'll leave a note for the other rangers. What are your plans until she arrives?"

"I'll go on up to the campsite at Sapphire Lake, make camp and wait for her there."

Debbie gave me the various forms to fill in giving our names, next of kin, outline plans, and equipment carried and was just about to give me my permit when the superintendent called her over. "Ranger Parks -- a word please."

Debbie excused herself and went over. I waited while they whispered together for a few minutes, with several glances in my direction, before Debbie came back with the superintendent.

Mr Jones, may I introduce Parks Superintendent Elizabeth McIlvaigh. She has pointed out to me that as you are planning to hike into the wilderness area alone, you are required to satisfy the parks staff that you are appropriately equipped for solo hiking and she has decided, under the authority given to her by the National Parks Regulations 1992, to carry out a review of your experience and an inspection of your equipment with a view to determining whether to grant you a solo permit."

I hadn't counted on this, but I could see what had happened. The Parks Service try to dissuade crackpot individuals from hiking solo into the wilderness and one way they do this is by a series of spot checks. Because we had planned that there would be two of us on the trip, I had forgotten that technically I might be regarded as a solo hiker for the first night. I wasn't worried though as I had done plenty of legitimate solo trips before.

The superintendent started by asking me to outline my experience. I gave her a summary of previous trips in this park and others, and was shocked when she said "Mr Jones -- you haven't undertaken any trips longer than 24 hours for over two years -- I hardly think that what you have done is relevant. Let me see what you are carrying."

She couldn't fault me there. As I unpacked I showed her that had the ten essentials recommended in all the literature plus lots of additional good equipment -- everything to keep me warm, dry, fed, and watered plus illumination, signalling, first aid and repair -- all environmentally friendly and compact.

Unfortunately for me, Katrina had done the final packing for me. Out of my pack came the bikinis, the sexy thongs, a pair of crotchless panties, a sheer baby doll nighty, and two dildos. I suppose she had put them in as a tease and a promise but they were obviously giving the wrong message to the superintendent.

"Mr Jones," she began, in a voice like that of a stern headmistress lecturing a particularly naughty pupil, "this is not appropriate equipment for the wilderness. The wilderness is a dangerous environment, and not to be treated trivially."

"Ma'am," I realised that she could ban us completely and then our trip would be over before it started; "Ma'am, it's not what it seems. I am an experienced and responsible hiker -- this is just a joke by my wife. I have all the safety equipment and we both do know what we're doing."

"I'm not so sure, " she said, "But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. I'll let you go but I'll have you supervised by one of my rangers for the first 24 hours. If I hear that you have behaved properly, then you can continue. Otherwise, if my staff so decide, you'll come straight back here -- understood?

"Yes ma'am." Most of the rangers were sensible enough, so having one tag along for the first day, while it might cramp our style a little, didn't seem too much of a hardship.

"Ranger Parks: you're the only one I can spare at the moment. I'll handle the office. Get your gear together. You can accompany Mr Jones and his wife for the next 24 hours. If you are in any doubt as to their competence or safety, escort them back here. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Mr Jones?"

"Yes Ma'am."

So Debbie and I set off at about 4.30 pm, still maintaining the pretence that we didn't know each other at all, each equipped for several days solo hiking. Once we had covered the first half mile and were sure that we were not being observed, Debbie could contain herself no longer, and exploded with laughter.

"Old Lizzie wasn't very impressed by the contents of your pack, was she? That's the closest I've ever seen her to being at a complete loss for words."

"Yes, I thought we would be banned from the park for life."

"I think she wanted to, but she couldn't find anything in the regulations, so she didn't. She's got a reputation for being as hard as nails, but always fair and always completely by the book. She wanted to find something missing in you emergency pack, but when she couldn't she felt she couldn't stop you going."

"So she sent you along to make sure we behave."

"Yes, that's about right."

"And how will you enjoy playing gooseberry for 24 hours?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something to keep myself amused, even if it's only research for my studies." 

She said this with such a serious and deadpan expression that I almost believed her, but then I caught one of those dazzling smiles again, and wondered what she had in mind.

We reached the campground at about 7.30 and I found a perfect camp spot next to the lake, set up the tent, gathered some firewood, filtered a few litres of water, and, as night fell, got a small fire going. It was a semi-wilderness site, with a fire pit and standard picnic table cemented into the ground. I had invited Debbie to pitch her tent next to ours, but she said she didn't want to intrude and if Katrina arrived we would want some privacy, so she set up her own camp just the other side of a small clump of trees about 100 yards away.

By 9 pm it had been dark for an hour and it seemed obvious that Katrina wouldn't make it until the following day so I crawled into the sleeping bag and was soon fast asleep.

I woke at first light the next morning to find a glorious blue sky, and the surface of the lake covered by a delicate mist that lay just on the surface. It seemed much too nice to lie in bed, so after washing and shaving I set off for a walk along the shore of the lake, heading in the opposite direction from Debbie's tent. 

I must have gone about half a mile when I came across a perfect sandy beach sloping down into the crystal clear water. The sun was just starting to feel warm on my skin and I could see a small rocky island with a couple of trees growing on it about 50 yards offshore.

Almost without thinking, I decided to swim out and have a look. I didn't want to deal with wet clothes for the rest of the trip, and as there was no-one around, I just left my clothes under a bush a short distance from the water's edge.

The water felt wonderful. A little cold at first, it certainly shrivelled up my dick and balls, but I could tell that it wasn't dangerously cold. The swim to the island took less than five minutes, and when I got there I found a marvellous flat rock, already warmed by the sun, where I could lie out and look at the mountains reflected in the lake and absorb the warmth of the sun.

I figure it must have been about 8:30 when I jumped back in the water to swim the short stretch back to the bay where I had left my clothes. The water seemed warmer and I was already planning to bring Kate back to the island when she arrived for some good lovemaking in the sunshine.

My dick was already hardening in anticipation as I went to retrieve my clothes. They weren't there. My first reaction was that I was looking in the wrong place, but after double checking and looking under every bush around, I realised for certain that they were gone. An animal? Surely not, not so neatly removed. It must be human intervention. Perhaps Kate had arrived early and was playing a practical joke, or perhaps this was part of Debbie's "research". From the previous conversations, her research certainly seemed interesting, and my dick raised itself in anticipation, as if looking round to see what was happening. Whatever the explanation, staying where I was wouldn't do any good, so I set off back for the tent, thinking I could find some other clothes.

Halfway back to the tent, as I came round a blind corner they were waiting for me. Not Katrina and not Debbie, but the superintendent Lizzie McIlvaigh and another woman, also in ranger uniform, who I hadn't seen before. Thirty feet apart, they both had their guns drawn and pointing at me.

"Hands up!" The superintendent's tone left no doubt that she meant to be obeyed. I took them from where they had instinctively gone to hide my now rapidly-shrinking dick and raised them above my head.




Fortieth Birthday Surprise



"Mr Jones, I am placing you under precautionary arrest while we investigate the alleged abduction of a minor from Sandy Creek campground. You are not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say will be taken down and may be used as evidence in a court of law. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." I knew enough to know that this was standard procedure and also that the safest thing to do was to say nothing and co-operate until I could speak to a lawyer. 

"This is my associate, Senior Ranger Wilson. She will be assisting me." 

"Ranger Wilson, handcuff and search the prisoner." I could see now what Debbie had meant when she said the superintendent followed regulations and protocol to the letter. When you arrest someone, you handcuff them and search them, Just because the prisoner is naked and has nowhere to hide even a toothpick, that's no reason to dispense with procedure. As the sidekick approached, I could see that she was a bemused as I was. She was tall, probably an inch or two more than my 5 feet nine, a well-built blonde with blue eyes, Scandinavian I guessed. As she got closer I could read her name badge -- Senior Ranger Sandy Wilson. It also looked as if she had got dressed in a great hurry. The top two buttons of her uniform shirt were undone, and as she brought her arm back to tuck her gun into its holster, I thought I could see bare flesh underneath. 

She caught my eye as she approached, and I thought I could detect a resigned amusement. "Keep still -- don't move unless I tell you to". She walked around me at a range of six feet, carefully looking me up and down, making sure never to be in her partner's firing line. This first check completed she signalled the superintendent to come closer.

"Spread your legs four feet apart, and put your hands behind your back. She pulled a pair of handcuffs from her belt and snapped them on. Close your eyes and open your mouth." This to keep me off balance and disorient me. "I am now going to pat you down." 

I sensed her come closer and reach up to feel the top of my head. Then she held my head between her hands and tilted my head back so she could look inside my mouth. In doing so the cotton of her uniform brushed gently against my thighs, my dick, belly and chest and I became aware of her scent -- clean, fresh, and slightly musky, It hit me unexpectedly. I opened my eyes and looked down just as she began to run her hands down my arms, down my sides and down the outside of my waist and hips. My dick had come to full attention again, and as I looked down her cheek brushed by the side of it. I could see I had been right earlier. She wasn't wearing a bra and as she was now crouching at my feet I could clearly see the curve of her breasts with the nipples upturned and stiffening. She moved one hand between my legs, brushing the underside of my balls as she did so and patted down the right leg before changing hands and patting down the left leg in the same way. Then as she stood up she made sure that the head of my dick ran down from her eye, past the side of her nose, across her lips, down the side of her chin , down her open cleavage to finish somewhere near her belly button. All this in the second or so that it took her to stand up. Then she stepped back, revealing her handiwork to the superintendent, who, having missed the performance, took the size of my erection to be even more evidence of my guilt.

"Bend over and touch your toes". I knew what was coming next. "I need to carry out a rectal examination. You may refuse the examination but such refusal will be taken as evidence that you have something to hide. Do you freely give your consent to this examination?"

"Yes ma'am." I had been through this before; it's part of the screening for prostate cancer. The doctor puts some KY jelly on a rubber glove and sticks his finger up your arse. In a search the idea is supposedly to check to see if any contraband is hidden up the back passage.

Ranger Wilson had other ideas. She put on the rubber gloves as expected, and spread a generous quantity of KY Jelly from the kit over the gloved hand, but then instead of going straight for inserting a finger she started gently massaging the underside of my balls and the area between them and my anus. The cool gel felt wonderful and then gently she worked a finger inside all the while keeping up a gentle massage. I had heard of a similar technique for stimulating the male G spot but I'd never experienced it before and I could feel my dick stretching to bursting and my balls starting to get close to coming. Then, as quickly as she had started, she stopped, snapped off the gloves, looked at the superintendent, and said "He's clean."

The search and arrest protocol obviously didn't have any specific instructions for dealing with a naked prisoner with a raging hard-on, so the superintendent simply carried on as normal. 

"Take the prisoner to the campground. Ensure you maintain positive contact with the prisoner at all times." It sounded like she was quoting from the procedure manual. Ranger Wilson took led me back along the lakeside trail, with the superintendent, gun still at the ready, following along behind. Just like in the movies, when the policeman pushes the villain's head down to get him in the car, it was Wilson's job to ensure that I didn't get hurt, as I was no longer able to use my arms for balance, or to protect myself from stray branches overhanging the trail. She started trying to walk alongside me, steering and supporting me with a firm grip above the elbow. The trail wasn't wide enough for two people and instead of helping, I was getting whipped by the branches along the side of the trail, and without my hands to protect me, I could do nothing. 

"Ma'am." I said, "This isn't working. You'll have to go ahead of me."

She moved ahead of me on the trail.

"Ranger Wilson, you are to maintain positive contact with the prisoner,"

"My name's Sandy," she said under her breath. "I'm very sorry about all this; you look like a nice guy, but when the boss makes her mind up, there's no argument."

For a few minutes she walked backwards, her body protecting me from the branches while she continued to guide me by the arm, but it was slow progress, and she kept stumbling, almost pulling me over as she struggled for balance.

"Hurry up. We haven't got all day," came the voice from behind. "Face forward and get on with it." 

Facing forward on the narrow trail, there was only one way she could also maintain positive contact with me directly behind her.

"I apologise, " she said, I'll be as gentle as I can." My dick had started to relax a little from its previous treatment, but now she wrapped her fingers firmly around the base of the shaft, and pulled me along behind her, clearing the way with the other hand. Occasionally, when a larger branch was in the way, she would turn and pull me close to her while she passed it around behind me or held it up over my head. Each time I would get the smell of her perfume, and each time I would get a peek down the front of her shirt at her hard little nipples. 

When we got back to the campground Debbie was sat at the picnic table. She was obviously as surprised to see the superintendent and her sidekick as I had been, and even more surprised to see me being brought in.

"Ranger Parks, Amy Stephens has disappeared. She was last seen in Sandy Creek and she'd told friends she was coming up to the wilderness. The senator is on the warpath and the governor has ordered the wilderness area to be closed and any potentially suspicious solo males to be arrested and isolated. Mr Jones fits the profile and he will be restrained here under your guard while Ranger Wilson and I take his personal effects to the ranger station for examination."

I, like just about everyone else on the planet, had heard of Amy Stephens. The twenty year old daughter of wealthy and politically influential Senator Mike Stephens, and one of the new generation of supermodels, you could see her picture everywhere. She also had the reputation of being a bit of a spoiled brat.

And now, because of her, I had been arrested. I was just beginning to realise what absolute power the superintendent held. She had effectively sealed off an area of 500 square miles, arrested me with no evidence, and was now going to have me detained without any chance to communicate with my wife or a lawyer.

"Mr Jones, for the safety of my staff, and to prevent your escape, you will restrained until my return."

"Parks and Wilson, secure Mr Jones using the standard field restraint system level one."

Although there was now more room to move, Sandy didn't seem to see any need to change her hold on me. Leading me by the dick, she steered me to the end of the picnic table and turned me round so my ass was against the short end, then, taking me completely by surprise, she stepped forward, pinning me between her and the table, and bringing her knee up between my legs, and using it to push each of my legs out to the side. 

Debbie, meanwhile, had produced two leg shackles and two lengths of steel cable, with which she attached each leg to the base of the picnic table under each of the side benches. Now I could see why the picnic tables were so solidly mounted -- it made each of them into a potential holding cell. Finally, my handcuffs were exchanged for a pair with the cuffs separated by a two foot long spreader bar, and each end of the bar was connected to the table legs behind me.

Sandy stepped back, and with a final gentle caress, let go of my dick. The position wasn't too uncomfortable. I could bring my feet within 18 inches of each other, or spread them apart and I could lean back against or half sit on the edge of he picnic table. As for my hands, they were still cuffed together behind me, but I could at least rest them on the table surface, and my shoulders weren't being pulled back so tight. Although I could flex my muscles a little, I couldn't move or turn very far in any direction. The table was end on to and about 30 feet from the lake, with a sandy beach running down from my feet to the edge of the lake.

Debbie and Sandy made short work of packing up my gear; everything I had with me was put back in my pack, leaving me feeling even more isolated and alone.. 

"Give me the keys." Sandy and Debbie each passed a set of keys -- one for the handcuffs and one for the shackles -- to the superintendent. 

"Now give me your radio."

Debbie handed it over. "I don't want you to release the prisoner or make any external contact until I or Ranger Wilson return. You are to make sure he is kept in good condition. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am."

Sandy hoisted my pack onto her shoulders, and they set off back down the trail, leaving me in Debbie's hands.

"Well," she said, "I only came over to check up on you this morning, but now it looks as if we'll be here all day. I'm sorry you've ended up like this, but I'll try and make you as comfortable as I can. Is there anything you need right now?"

"Apart from a phone call to my lawyer, you mean?"

"Look, I don't like this situation very much either. I'm obviously not in the same state as you," she smiled at me again, "but I will do everything I can to make you comfortable and then you can sort it out with your lawyer later."

"OK"

"I'm going back to my tent to get a few things I might need. I'll be back in ten minutes."

The sun had cleared the trees over to my left; I figured it must be about 10 o'clock. Even for two fit rangers the hike back to the ranger station and back to us would be a minimum of six hours, and the superintendent had taken the keys with her. I was completely naked and helpless, and at the mercy of a woman I'd only met the day before. Two things were clear. First, I'd better be nice to Debbie, and second, I would get my revenge one day on Ms Elizabeth McIlvaigh.

I didn't hear Debbie coming back. She had approached me from directly behind and the first I knew was when she spoke,

"Hi Paul, I'm back. Keep still and listen." I didn't have much choice.

"Hi Debbie. Look, I know this isn't your fault, so don't worry, I'll be friendly."

"Right. I need to make sure that you are taken care of. The sun's getting hot already and there's not a cloud in the sky, so the first thing is sun screen. Keep still. I'll do your back first."

I felt her hands rubbing sun screen into my neck and shoulders, down my back and along my arms. 

"Close your eyes. I'm going to do your face next." I felt her hands come round over my face.

"Stay still, or it will sting. Don't open your eyes till I tell you." I sensed her moving around in front of me, and then her hands working down my neck, chest, stomach. Just as my brain realised where they were headed she slid one lotion covered hand around my shaft while the other slipped under my balls. I opened my eyes in surprise.

"Don't worry," she said, "I just want to make sure you don't get sunburnt, and she flashed another of her beautiful bright smiles. 

I smiled back and then did a double-take. "Oh yes," she said, "I decided that if you had to be nude then I would be too. You don't mind, do you?"

She didn't need an answer. My dick swelled in her hands. "I'll take that as a yes." She finished putting lotion on my legs then stepped a couple of paces away from me and raised her hands over her head. "So, what do you think?" She began a slow pirouette on tiptoe, finishing by spreading her feet apart, putting her hands on her hips and pushing her pelvis out towards me, coming to a halt barely three feet in front of me.

From where I stood, she looked flawless. Shiny black hair hanging down to her shoulders, flashing brown eyes and that dazzling smile, firm rounded breasts with gently upturning nipples just dying to be sucked, trim muscled stomach leading down to a patch of dark bushy hair through which I could just make out the shape of her pussy lips, and long toned legs. She obviously found the time to tan in the nude, as the whole of her skin was an even glowing light brown.

"You are very beautiful and very sexy." Almost without thinking I matched her pose, at least as far as I was able, pushing my hips forward towards her. 

"Why, thank you." And then, after a pause, "What's the difference?" 

"H'mm, good question. I think beautiful is nice to look at, well-proportioned, and unblemished but sexy is suggestive of sex."

"So you think I'm suggesting sex?"

"Physically, yes. The message couldn't be more clear. Just look at you. At the biological level, you look like you are presenting yourself for mating."

"What do you think of the hair?" I could tell she didn't mean the hair on her head.

In my experience, any discussion about women's hair anywhere is risky. They're always changing the style or colour or length, whether it's on their head or body or pubic area. First you have to notice that something's changed, and then you have to work out whether they like it or not so you can agree. 

"Hairy is natural," I ventured, "But you do shave your legs and underarms." 

She nodded, so I figured I must be on the right track.

"Practically, shaving gives your partner more visual stimulation, and, of course, oral sex is better if you don't get a mouthful of pubes every time."

"Do you think shaving makes a woman look too much like a little girl? Isn't that a bit perverted?"

"I don't think I could ever mistake you for a little girl, but I do think that leaving a little bit neatly trimmed above the pussy provides a nice contrast, and accentuates the visual effect."

"OK, let's see then. I usually get someone to help me, but I guess I'll have to do it myself this time. I don't have a mirror so you'll have to spot for me." 

She went behind me and I head her searching through her pack. She came back with a beach towel, wash cloth, a small stove, a pan, scissors and a razor. She put some water on to heat, and then, sitting cross legged in front of me she snipped away with the scissors until she had reduced the curly mass to manageable fuzz.

The water had warmed up now, so she soaked the wash cloth and spread it over her pubic area, and then taking a small bottle of shaving oil, spread it all over her pubes, and as I watched she gently and carefully revealed herself to me, leaving only a neat triangular patch like a little arrowhead pointing down to the top of her clit, which I could now see just poking out from between her pussy lips.

"How does that look now?" she asked, getting to her feet, and repeating the twirl of a few minutes before. 

"Ve-ery sexy".

"Did I get it all?" She ran her fingers over the newly-shaved area, searching for any stray hairs.

"Yes, I think so."

"Well, have a good look, because I don't want to do this again for a few days." 

She turned round and bent over at the waist. "How does it look from behind?" 

"Very nice." My dick was getting very hard again. 

"Thank you, but I want you to have a good look at and tell me if I missed any stray pubes. Tell me what you can see." 

She stood up for a moment and backed towards me until she was within inches of my dick, spread her feet apart, and bent over to rest her hands on the ground. Then she lifted each foot onto the side benches of the picnic table, went up on tip toes and rolled her heels outwards to tighten up the muscles in her butt and open up for my view.

"You've got a lovely arse there" I told her. "There's no sign of hair around the back hole; moving down the back of the slit is clear and there's no hair I can see on the right... or on the left. I can't see inside the folds and I can't see the front."

Although I tried to be matter of fact about it, having this beautiful woman present her arse and cunt to me only inches from my dick when I couldn't move was having a strong effect. I'd never known my dick so hard or tight and precum was leaking from the tip. But it was to get worse.

"Does this help?" She reached behind and, sliding each hand one at a time around her arse cheeks, lifted and spread them, each middle finger in turn pulling her slit open so I could check each side. Each time her slit opened, came unstuck slowly, revealing the pink wetness inside.

I could hardly speak. I felt like all the blood in my body had rushed to my dick. This was more extreme than my most extreme fantasy.

"Well?"

"I think you've got it all from this side, But I don't know about the front..."

"OK. I'll turn around." She lay on her back on the ground in front of me and rested one foot on each of the side benches of the picnic table I was strapped to, spread her legs wide and pushed her hips up with her hands, exposing the whole length of her slit. In this position her cunt was only inches from my dick and she looked like she was presenting herself to me for a good fucking. She was obviously very fit -- I guessed she was into yoga by her ability to stretch and the tone of her skin and muscles.

"It looks even better from this side." I could see, looking down past my own erection, the junction of her thighs, the little tuft of pubic hair she had left, and the smooth run of her belly leading to a pair of nicely rounded breasts topped with the little cherries of nipples, and beyond them her brown eyes looking up at me.

"You don't look so bad yourself from here."

My gaze returned to the spot between her legs. I could imagine the roundness of her pubic mound just fitting into my hand and my fingers gently playing with her clit and her pussy and arse. "Apart from the designer fuzz, I can't see any hair on the outside, but I can't see inside the folds of your lips."

She wriggled her shoulders a bit closer to my feet, and pushed up with her toes to raise her cunt even closer to me. Taking her weight on her shoulders and feet meant she was able to bring her hands up between her legs. Slowly, methodically, she again opened the folds on first one side and then the other so that I could see that indeed there were no stray hairs, then pulled on both sides together so that her lips parted and she opened herself wide to me. 




Fortieth Birthday Surprise



"Can you see now?" 

I wasn't the only one who wanted to see. My dick definitely wanted to get in there closer. Almost without thinking I pushed forward, trying to dip down to get inside her, but the restraints on arms stopped me and I was left hanging there, only inches away, my dick throbbing, precum oozing from the tip.

"And you look like you are ready as well, big boy." I don't think my dick had ever been so tight and stiff.

I smiled. "I think that's the idea, isn't it? The biology doesn't work if it doesn't get big." 

"Well, I've seen a few, but none as big as that."

"It's never been as big as this before. It's never been in this situation before."

"And why 'it'?" Doesn't he have a name?"

"Kate calls him Jean-Pierre. We were fooling around one day before we got married -- we were talking about the reputation the French have for being great lovers, so she decided to call him Jean-Pierre, or J-P for short. So he's J-P when he's short, or Jean-Pierre right now."

"Very pleased to meet you, Jean-Pierre." Debbie rolled over onto her feet, reached out her hand and gave him a squeeze as if being formally introduced. "But I forget my manners -- if you're French..." She crouched down in front of me, balanced on the balls of her feet, legs apart, "Then this is the proper greeting." She balanced herself by placing a hand on the outside of each of my hips 

She looked up at me and paused to make sure she had my full attention, then leant backwards to sit on her heels, and kissed, ever so lightly, first one side of my dick and then the other and then the first again, each time just lightly brushing her cheek over the head.

"Which part of France?"

I looked at her, a little confused by the question.

She smiled. "The number of kisses depends on the region. Occasionally it's just one.." She demonstrated. "Often two..." she started again, each time just grazing the tip of my dick as she moved from side to side. "Three, as we've seen..." She repeated the first greeting for my benefit, "And in some regions as many as four." Four more light kisses followed. 

"Now he and I are friends."

She looked at her new friend more closely.

"But he's all hairy - doesn't he shave?"

"No -- men don't, do they?"

"Why not? You said yourself that you like to see a woman shaved -- visual stimulation and better for oral sex -- don't you think women think the same?"

"Maybe you're right -- I never thought of it that way."

"Well, we've nothing else to do here -- I'll shave you now." It wasn't a question.

"You can tell Kate it was a surprise for her you did while you were waiting for her."

I could tell she had made up her mind, and anyway, a new look for J-P might be fun. Besides, what normal red-blooded male could resist the idea of having his balls shaved by a naked beautiful woman, even if he was able to resist?" Still squatting in front of me she picked up the scissors again and with the back of the other hand brushed my balls and J-P upwards, stretching the sensitive skin and snipping off the hair. Then she took each ball in turn and pulling it gently aside worked over the area. 

"I think you're right," she said, "We'll leave J-P -- sorry, Jean-Pierre -- a little moustache". It took her at least ten long minutes to get everything to her satisfaction. "Now, how does that feel?"

"Good". 

"Now, I don't have any after-shave -- sorry -- but I do have some refreshing foot cream so I guess that will have to do." She produced a tube of green paste from her bag, squeezed some into the palms of both hands, rubbed them together and started to rub it into my newly shaved bits, starting from the asshole and working forwards and upwards, over the balls and along the shaft.

To start with it was beautifully cool, but then as the full effect hit, it was as if my prick and balls had been plunged into a bucket of dry ice -- freezing cold, but burning hot at the same time. I gasped.

"Does that feel good?" Then she saw the look of panic on my face. "What's the matter?"

"It's burning and freezing all at once." 

"What shall I do? Here, let me try this." Crouching down in front of me she started to blow gently over the balls. I could see her lips in a big round 'O' of a kiss as she blew long breaths, moving her face to direct the flow of air, close but never touching. 

The stimulation of the air flow over my already skin, already sensitised by the shaving and the foot cream was excruciatingly wonderful. All I could think of was getting those lips wrapped around the end of my dick, but whenever I moved Debbie was quicker.

"Better?" 

"Yes thank you". 

"Is there anything else you need?" 

"What do you think?"

"Well I think Jean-Pierre would like some action—a good blowjob, or a long slow fuck, or perhaps a nice hand-job. Failing that, I suppose you could take care of him yourself, or at least you could under normal circumstances." She smiled. "But I guess you can't do that now."

"No."

"I think Paul would like his Kate to be here and make love to him, and take care of Jean-Pierre in the process.

"Yes."

Debbie reached into her pack and pulled out the dildos Kate had hidden for me earlier. "I saved a few things from your pack before forensics got to them."

."But there's only Debbie, who's turned on as hell, and wants Jean-Pierre in her mouth, or her pussy, or her hands, between her tits, or even up her ass..." and as she said each she mimed the action with the dildo. 

"But Jean-Pierre's part of Paul, and Paul's loyal to Kate, so Debbie can't have Jean-Pierre." She pulled a face, then smiled at me. "So, what's a girl to do?"

She looked at the dildo. "Does Kate use this? Does it remind her of you?" She held it up against Jean-Pierre. "Hmm, it's not quite as long". She brought her head down so she could compare more closely "Or quite as thick".

"But" she continued, "It will have to do." She moved the dildo a couple inches away from Jean-Pierre, holding it as if it were the Dick himself. Then she settled herself down on her knees facing me, and gently kissed the tip, looking up at me with that mischievous smile of hers. 

I groaned. Although her lips were on the dildo, her play-acting almost made me feel them around Jean-Pierre. 

She continued holding the dildo next to Jean Pierre and slowly kissed and licked her way down its length. "How am I doing?"

"Fine" I just about managed to gasp. 

"I want to taste you". She paused for a moment to roll the head of the dildo around and over the drips of pre-cum Jean-Pierre was now producing. Moving back to the tip, she wrapped her mouth around the top and began to suck the end of it, and then progressively took more and more in her mouth until her lips were sliding up and down the full length.

"Do you like that?" she panted, "I'm getting so wet ". Without breaking the motion she moved her hand down to play with her breasts, lifting each one up to present it to me, and then caressing the nipple until it stood up. Further down went her hand until she could slide a finger between her legs. She got up off her knees onto her feet, and slowly stood up.

"Put your hands next to your bum". I did as I was told, and she pushed me back until I was lying on my back on the table, my legs still chained to the ground, and my hands trapped on either side of me by the bar under my ass.. 

"Now don't move, and you might learn something." She put one foot on the side bench of the picnic table level with my shoulder and the other on the table on the other side of my head. This meant that her legs were spread and I had a grandstand view only eighteen inches away from her now gleaming wet vagina.

She put the dildo down on her towel. "Have you ever studied a woman's cunt closely?" 

"I've seen pictures, and I like to play with Kate's."

"So you know they are all different, and different women have different sensitivities and preferences?"

"What do you take me for, some kind of Neanderthal?"

"Just checking..." "OK, now I'll give you the guided tour, and show you what I like -- but remember, eyes only, nothing else."

"For me, the whole body, especially in the hands of a good lover, is an erogenous zone. I like to be kissed, touched, stroked and held. I like to feel wanted as me, not needed as a sex object." She demonstrated by running her hands over her face, through her hair, and over her legs and arms. "That means I don't like to be pinched, slapped or bitten, but licking, nuzzling up, nibbling feel good. Maybe I should show you." She leant forward on her arms and brushed my nipple with her lips, then sucked it, licked it and rolled it between her teeth and lips, and rubbed it gently with her nose. Maybe she didn't notice that as she did so she was trailing her nipples lightly across my belly, but I did.

"Ears are good, too" and she worked her way with her lips up my chest and neck, the tip of her elongated nipple just grazing across my skin, and finally playing a duet with mine. 

"And then, when I'm good and ready, I like to have my nipples touched ever so lightly and tenderly," she continued, swaying backwards and forward, and side to side, so that no more than the very tip of each nipple, brushed over mine.

"And then perhaps, I like them kissed". She raised herself up and brought them to within an inch of my lips. She still had one foot on the side bench of the picnic table and the other one across my body -- my dick was so close to being able to get inside her, but then, still supporting herself on one hand, she lifted the nipple to her own mouth "Like this". She continued to give me a close up view as she licked and sucked each nipple in turn.

"Then", she said, "I like to be caressed and kissed and touched, little by little, all the way down. She demonstrated on herself with her fingers, moving as she did so that her hand stayed a few inches in front of my face. First the underside of her breasts, then her beautiful toned stomach, then her belly button, all passed in front of my eyes, until finally her fingers were resting lightly on her freshly shaven mound, which she held just out of range.

She pushed herself into a more vertical position, taking the weight on her feet so she had both hands free. "Look, I'm so wet now, do you see?" She lowered herself even closer to my mouth, and allowed a drop of her juices to fall onto my tongue. "And do you see what else has happened?" She pushed her knees wider apart. "Tell me, what can you see?" 

"Your slit's opened up"

"My slit -- what's my slit?"

"Your cunt, your vagina, your fanny, whatever you like to call it."

"And?"

"I can see your clitoris poking out from its hood like the end of a baby's finger. I can see that your outer cunt lips are open and I can see inside to the folds of your inner cunt lips".

"Good..." She used her index fingers to spread them open.

"Inside is pink and wet." "What does that mean?"

"It means you are ready for sex." 

"So, caveman, it's foreplay over, wham bam thank you ma'am, that's what comes next?"

"A quickie's nice sometimes..."

"But?"

"But only against a habit of long slow loving sex."

"Almost the right answer for me; that might even be the right answer for you and Kate, but I doubt it."

"Why?" 

"What would happen if you had sex the same way all the time?"

"It might get routine and boring."

"Possibly." She paused. "What's the best thing about sex?"

She let me think for a moment, not easy with a sexy, aroused woman holding her lips wide open in front of your face. "Contrast maybe, security and surprise, excitement."

"Now I think you are getting there. Personally, I don't ever want any form of sex that is abusive or that takes me for granted. Too many men have bought into the idea that if they just give women a nice cuddle first, then they get to finish with a fuck. Bit of a compromise all round."

"What about the theory that sex is really all about reproduction? Men are easily aroused, even just visually, and it's their nature to impregnate all the women they can. Women, on the other hand, who have to carry the child for nine months, and care for it for years thereafter, are more selective."

"I don't buy it. Human kind passed the Neanderthal stage at least 6,000 years ago. Everything else has evolved since then, and sex has too. I believe we're conditioned to think that way because it keeps us dissatisfied, and that makes it easier for politicians, kings, leaders and the media to manipulate us."

She smiled down at me. "Talking of manipulation, that brings me back to our little lesson..." She released her fingers, and her engorged lips closed up a little. Now it looked like they were getting ready to blow me a kiss. "I like having my clitoris touched, played with, and given lots of attention. The trouble is, it's not like your penis, always out there getting banged around and scratched, so even a rough finger feels like what I imagine wanking with sandpaper would to you." I winced at the thought. 

"But, if you touch it without really touching it, like this", she demonstrated, "Less really is more. That's why a gentle tongue is better than a rough hard finger."

"I'd like to feel your tongue on my clit now," she said, lowering herself toward my face, "But I don't want to be responsible for you cheating on your wife"; she stopped, her beautiful glistening wet pussy just out of range of my tongue, "So I suppose I will have to take care of myself." She reached across and picked up the two dildos.

"Which one does Kate prefer?" she asked, holding them up for my inspection.

"That depends," I said, "The pocket rocket is discreet, quick, and convenient, but she likes the rampant rabbit when she has lots of time on a Sunday morning in bed."

"I'm impressed. Let me ask you -- when she uses it do you like to watch and do you feel like you've failed when she does?"

"That's easy -- yes and no. I like to watch her. I find it sexy and arousing. We worked out a long time ago that she was always going to have more orgasms than me, and this is one way she can share them with me." 

"Do you like watching me?" "Is the pope catholic"? "Is enjoying watching me cheating on Kate?" "Well, we're not having sex, so I suppose it's a bit like watching a porn video." "Is she OK with that?" "Yes - we do it together sometimes. She likes the old line that says she doesn't mind if other people help to light my fire, as long as she's the one who gets to put it out."

"And you?" I looked at her, not quite getting her meaning. "Do you put your own fire out sometimes?"

"Oh yes" I understood now. "If I'm away from home I can take care of myself. At home sometimes she likes to watch -- or help."

"So," she said, "to recap, here we are, all alone in a beautiful wilderness, I'm horny as hell" - she looked over her shoulder at Jean-Pierre, who, as you can imagine, was stretching to reach her from behind -- "and so are you; you can't take care of yourself because your hands are tied, and you still want to stay faithful to your wife? "

"Yes".

"Are you saying you don't want to have sex with me?"

"Jean-Pierre certainly does. I don't, but only because of my wedding vows. If I wasn't otherwise committed, I would too. But it's not up to me, is it?" I said, "If you want to have sex with me, I can't stop you, if you don't, I can't make you. You're the one in charge."

"OK, here's the deal then. I need to come, and I think you do too. I'll let you make the decision from three choices. Number one -- I bring myself off quick and dirty with the pocket rocket. Number two -- I bring myself off slowly and leisurely, Sunday morning style, with the rampant rabbit. Number three -- I bring us both off any way I choose."

"I'll go for number two then."

"Even though you don't get to come?"

"Yes."

"Even though no-one else will ever know?"

"I'll know."

"So why not option one?"

"No reason why you shouldn't make the most of it, I'm enjoying the lesson, and I have time to spare."

"Thank you. The least I can do is to make sure you have the best seats in the house, but I need to make sure you're not tempted..." She jumped up and went to her pack.

"This should do it.." She fished out a long length of webbing and a sleeping mat. She put the mat under my head and then, by tying the webbing over my forehead and under the table, she completely immobilised me. 

Soon she was back. Now she knew I couldn't move my head off the table, she simply put a knee either side of my head and spread her feet next to my shoulders. I could smell her sex, taste her come as it dripped on my face and see her naked cunt as she spread herself and slid the dildo inside her. I had a perfect view as she set the control to ripple mode and the rabbit's ears to maximum. I had seen Kate using it so I knew that the combination of the rippling shaft and the clitoral stimulation of the rabbit's ears was an unbeatable combination for most women. 

"I prefer the real thing" she said, looking back over her shoulder at Jean -- Pierre, who evidently agreed straining with a mind of his own to be where the rabbit was doing its job. "I like a real cock inside me, and I love to come with a tongue on my clit.." She put the rabbit down for a second, "Or even to be nuzzled with a nose." She spread herself with two fingers so I could see her clit poking out, erect and wet and shiny "Like this." She lowered herself the final three inches to brush it up and down the tip of my nose, barely touching.

"But we've agreed not to do that today, " she continued, lifting herself up again, "So I suppose the rabbit will have to do. He does have one advantage over a man -- he can do my clit and my g-spot at the same time, and I'd need two lovers at once to do that."

She slid the rabbit back inside her, adjusting her position to make sure I had a perfect view, pushing up until the buzzing ears made contact with each side of her clit.

"Mmmh.. that feels good." She started rocking her hips backwards and forwards, then stopped again. "Sometimes I like to come quickly" she said, but today we've got plenty of time, so I don't have to rush."

"How are you doing? Do you like the view?" As all I could see was the blue sky straight above me, and whatever she chose to put into my field of view, I didn't think she meant the scenery. 

"I've never seen one like it", I said, "It's fantastic".

"Do you think," she mused, "that women are better at pussy licking than men?"

"I suppose they would have an advantage, because they know what it feels like, but men can learn what their partners like." 

"I was just thinking, if I had two lovers to replace the rabbit, one would have to be a man to stick a big fat cock, like Jean-Pierre, up inside me, but the other could be a woman to use her tongue on my clit."

"You've done it again, put another sexy thought in my head. Jean-Pierre inside you, and another woman joining in. Every man's dream."

"And who's the other woman in your dream. Is it Kate?"

"How did you guess?"

"So, if Kate told you she wanted to have a threesome, you, her, and me, you'd like that?"

"Hypothetically, yes, I'd love it."

"Why hypothetically?"

"She's not like that."

"How do you know?"

"She tells me all her fantasies."

"Maybe she tells you the ones that she thinks you like to hear."

I thought about that for a moment. "I suppose you may be right. "I tell her the ones I think she'd like to hear."

"So you're not completely truthful."

She could see she'd made me think with that one. This was certainly the weirdest analysis session I'd ever had.

"Well, while you think about that, I'll give you something to watch. She slid the rabbit in again all the way until the ears once again made contact.

"Mmmh.., that feels good. Ohh, Jean-Pierre, Ohh, Kate, Ohh Paul" she was rocking now, harder and harder, cum starting to leak out down the sides of the rabbit and onto my face. With her other hand she was pinching her nipples and pushing them up to her face to suck on them. Soon her rocking got so intense that her back was rubbing up against Jean-Pierre giving him a little shove on each stroke.




Fortieth Birthday Surprise



Beginning to relax more and more, my cock began to inch further and further up her ass. Looking down, she had taken my whole cock, her asshole stretching obscenely to take it all. "Now I want you to rape my ass J D, this ass that Bob said would never have a cock in it and do it now!!"

With that encouragement, I pulled out and then slammed my cock home again as Karen waled in pleasure and pain as it felt like I was ripping her apart. Grabbing both of her hips, I started pounding her hard as she screamed " fuck me in the ass fuck me in the ass" over and over again. Looking at the mirror, her tits were flying up, nearly hitting her in the face as I ravaged her ass. Pounding away, I knew I wasn't going to last long, it was as if her tight ass was sucking the cum right out of my cock.

As I began to cum in her ass, she went off like a rocket, telling me to cum in her slutty asshole and pounding her ass back and forth on my cock, taking it like a woman possessed. As we both calmed down, she looked at me and said "that was as good as I had hoped, God, you fucked me in my ass!

Looking down, Karen's asshole still gripping my cock so tight, I was still semi-hard inside of her ass. 

Sensing someone else in the room, I looked up to see Jackie looking straight at me. My heart sank, not knowing what was fixing to happen. She walked over to us, looking at my cock, as it was still buried in Karen's ass. Breaking into a smile, she said "well it sure looks like you enjoyed your birthday present!" 

As a sense of relief came over me, Karen turned around and said "Happy Birthday J D!!" 

I finally realized that I had been set up by these two beautiful women that I would have never thought in a million years would be capable of doing to me!

As my cock finally slid out of Karen's ravaged ass, dripping cum, Jackie and her began laughing at being able to manipulate me so easily.

That's alright. I was picturing another fantasy of mine in my head. Both of them on the bed, side by side, with their ass in the air!