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Satisfaction

By: Houstonrn



I winced as the tip of the very realistic dildoe pressed against the opening of my ass. Twelve inches long and almost two inches in diameter this was the largest object I had ever attempted to experience anally. Even though the fake cock was greased, and I had already used my fingers to stretch the anal opening, its entry was difficult. Inward then back out; each time pressing a little deeper while I pushed outward as if having a bowel movement. Gradually, the anal ring relaxed, but not without discomfort; a discomfort that eased only when the dildoe began to back out. On an inward shove I realized I had pushed the cock-head way past the sphincter. I was still feeling the discomfort of stretching, but I now knew the only barrier that remained was length; a question answered quickly as I pushed until the dildoe’s base pressed against my butt cheeks. 

I questioned the best way to relieve the uncomfortable pressure; continued back and forth movement or full entry then try to relax. In both cases the urge to take a shit exerted its influence. After full consideration of the problem it seemed the movement option was best. I could feel the dildoe sliding past the anal ring and the pressure changes on the prostate. After a few minutes of this continual in and out movement my anus relaxed and I enjoyed pleasure, but not the pleasure I sought. 

The presence of such a huge rod in my rectum, while feeling good from an anal perspective, did not allow satisfaction for my cock and balls. Of the things I had available to aid masturbation; fuck-films, magazines, and the stories from Literotica nothing stimulated me to an erection. My mind was excited. My ass was feeling good, but my poor cock was left wanting and feeling deprived.

After close to an hour my frustration reached its limits, and I removed the dildoe. The feeling as it exited my anus was exquisite, much like the passing of a huge turd. Immediately, the pressure on the anal ring was released and it began to collapse; not fully, but I knew very soon it would close completely. As pleasurable was the feeling of the dildoe sliding in and out of my bowel exit point the lack of that pleasure was just as pleasant. The removal also eased the barrier that prevented an erection. In a few moments my cock stood tall and proud as my hand stroked up and down while I read a good beat-off story on the computer screen. For another hour I indulged my sexual being stroking to the edge then backing off only to return again and again. To enhance my pleasure I reached around my backside and inserted a formidable, but smaller dildoe into my ass. With this added stimulation I finally pushed myself across the threshold and raced toward conclusion. With powerful, rapid, up and down strokes my hand slid along the cock shaft, and when I crossed the threshold of no return the pace of those strokes increased. Harder and faster my hand stroked until at last I drove myself over the edge into an explosive orgasm spewing my man juices onto the computer screen. I came, then crashed in relaxation so complete I was able only to watch the cum drippings slide down the monitor face; what a way to begin a long weekend.

“I never knew you wanted it that way.” said the soft feminine voice of my wife Cheryl. Her words startled me out of my euphoria, and I jumped up like a little boy caught doing something wrong. “You’ve stuck your fingers in my ass often enough, but it never crossed my mind you wanted someone to fuck you there. I’ll have to think about that. I’m going to the grocery store; see you later.

Cheryl turned and in a moment I heard the front door open and close. My body still felt wonderful, but my mind was in turmoil not knowing how to react to getting caught jacking my meat while holding a shit-coated dildoe in my hand. What was Cheryl thinking? What would she say next? As confused as I was, my body seemed to like the idea of Cheryl watching me cum on the computer screen; my dick was getting hard in record time. The temptation was great, but I decided to clean up the room and take a shower.

Cheryl said nothing when she returned from the store. She talked about other things, but said nothing about what she saw me do in front of the computer. Matter of fact she said nothing about the incident for almost two weeks, and I was so concerned that she had caught me beating off that I also said nothing; why wake a sleeping dragon? The situation changed on Saturday morning. 

“Hope you have nothing planned for tonight. I’m taking the kids to Mother’s for the weekend.” With that Cheryl told the kids to get in the car, and then she left.

I was unsure as to what she had in mind, but she did not seem angry. Patience is not one of my virtues so it was difficult waiting for her to return, and even though I kept myself busy with yard work I was tense with anticipation. Just before 6 I heard her pull into the garage.

“James, come with me. I would like to talk with you about something.” I followed her to the den where we each sat in our favorite chairs.

“What I saw the other day surprised me. I never imagined you liked anal play so much. I know you have played with my asshole quite a bit through the years, but the look on your face as you pushed that cock in and out was unbelievable. You really like getting fucked in the ass don’t you! Tonight we are going to find out just how much you like it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. You are mine tonight, and your ass is getting fucked anyway I see fit. Are you up for it? Never mind, I see you’re already up.”

My cock was hard, as hard as I can ever remember. Her pronouncement was both definitive and vague. I knew she planned to fuck my ass, but I did not know how, or for how long.

“First thing for you to do is take a shower, and shave your face, pubic hair, and asshole. When you’re through get in bed, and put on this blindfold. If I am not there I will join you shortly. There are some final arrangements I must attend to. Oh, and by the way, when you hear me coming get on your stomach with your butt up in the air.”

As directed, I shaved everywhere and every hair so that my face, cock, balls, and asshole were perfectly smooth. Cheryl was not in the bedroom so I put on the blindfold, laid down, and was just getting flattened out when I heard her coming. Immediately, I repositioned myself so my ass was facing up and toward the door.

My ass was up, my dick hard, and my balls were hanging low when Cheryl entered the room. She said nothing, but I could hear her walking around from one side of the bed to the other. At last I sensed her very near, and then I felt her hand caress my buttocks. 

“You like fucking yourself in the ass don’t you? Why didn’t you ever say anything to me? Are you ashamed, or did you think I was too precious? Never mind. It doesn’t matter. You like ass fucking, well tonight I am going to fuck you. When I get through you will either love it even more, or you will hate it entirely.”

With that her hands left my butt and she stuffed some pillows under my stomach. The big surprise was she then tied my hands to the headboard, and tied my legs to the bed rails so that I had very little movement in any direction. I was at her mercy.

The next feeling I experienced was Cheryl rubbing KY into my asshole. It was cold and I jumped, but then it warmed as her finger move in, out, and around in circles stretching the sphincter. It was very pleasurable and I began to relax and enjoy the sensations. After a moment the pressure on the sphincter increased as a second and then a third finger joined the fray. 

“There is shit in you. I can leave it there and see what happens, or you can have an enema. Tell you what. I am going to dig some of it out then leave the rest. That okay with you? Good.” She said all this in a nonchalant manner and without waiting for an answer from me.

I felt her fingers probing and wiggling which ended as she withdrew pulling out a large turd. Cheryl repeated this action several times before she said I was clear of all the shit she could reach. She applied a warm washcloth to clean me, reapplied the KY, and without further warning jammed four fingers into my ass.

“My hands are pretty small. How do you feel about the entire thing going up your butt?”

Again without waiting for me to agree, Cheryl slowly began to move her hand in circles stretching the opening while at the same time applying gradual inward pressure forcing her hand into my body. I was tight, but between her pressure and my relaxation techniques I at last felt her knuckles pass the opening. All of a sudden I felt fullness unlike any I had ever felt previously. Her entire hand was inside my ass. Nothing I had ever stuck up there compared to the feeling. 

The pressure and fullness felt amazing, but not near as amazing as when Cheryl began to stretch my rectum by spreading her fingers. The feeling was bizarre and indescribable, and that feeling became even more so as her arm began to slowly move upward into my colon. All the while her fingers were opening and closing, brushing the walls of my intestine.

“Does that feel good? Am I doing it right? Is your cock hard?” 

The answer to the first two was yes, but my cock was soft. I do not know what you have heard or experienced, but I have found while anal is pleasurable it does not cause erections. 

Cheryl slowly withdrew her arm until her hand was near my prostate. She then made a fist and rapidly pushed it inward. With a fairly rapid pace she repeatedly moved in and out of my asshole. The feelings she was giving me were intense, and I think I might have come, even though I was limp, had she withdrawn a bit further so that she bounced on my prostate. However, that was not the case, and while the desire was there I was unable to reach climax. 

At last Cheryl tired of her game. With a plop she withdrew her hand. “Want to lick it clean? I didn’t think so, but thought I would ask.” She departed to the bathroom and when she returned she shoved her hand under my nose to show it was clean.

“That was fun, but there has to be more. Why would guys like it if that was all there was? I intend to find the answer to that question. Never fear dear there is more to come, much more to come.”

I heard her rummaging off to the side then felt her moving on the bed between my outstretched legs. “Your hole has closed. Do you think I ought to stretch it, or can I just shove something in there?”

She gave me no time to answer as a hard blunt object pushed against, and past the anal ring. The object was not as wide or long as Cheryl’s arm, but it was wide enough to provide that well filled sensation. It slid in with ease as she had lubed it completely.

Her actions were slow and deliberate as she push inward and pulled outward at a slow methodical pace. The feeling was much different from her arm as the blunt end stroked my prostate. I discovered new feelings as the stroking evolved into pounding. My cock was not hard, but oh my God did I feel good. Cheryl could sense something was happening to me, and just before I felt like I would explode she stopped.

“That’s enough for the moment. You rest. I’ll return shortly.”

I could not believe she could leave me hanging like this. I was on the edge, ready to explode, but I heard her walk away closing the door as she departed.

How long she was gone I do not know, but when she returned she was not alone. By the noise around me I could tell there were at least two and maybe more people in the room.

“There are other people with me. Don’t try to see them, or figure out who they are. You do not know them, and after tonight you will never meet them again. They are going to help with your anal adventure.”

With that another dollop of KY went into my ass and was rubbed around making sure I was very slick. As that was completed a change was made to my position as I was forced up on to my hands and knees, and the pillows removed. It was then a hand wrapped around my cock. It was a hand other than Cheryl’s because I know her feel. It began to stroke back and forth rapidly bringing me to full erection. Only then did a mouth, a mouth that also was not Cheryl’s, join the hand. I am sure of this because a different mouth began to kiss mine, and this was Cheryl’s mouth.

Cheryl broke the kiss and shifted so her back was against the headboard. She then swung her left leg across my body so that my face was between her legs. In other words my lips were in position to kiss her nether lips, oft times referred to as pussy lips. My lips dove to meet hers. The hairless cunt pressing into my face had a delightful aroma, and was extremely wet. She lowered her butt to the bed my face never losing contact with her crotch. 

I was now eating a pussy while someone sucked my cock and played with my balls. It was wonderful, but I knew there was something more to come. 

That something arrived, and the arrangement of sensations became more intense as a hard, blunt object began to press against my asshole. This did not feel like any dildoe I had ever experienced. It was hard yet soft. What’s more it was warm. I knew this was a real cock entering me when I felt the legs and pubic hair collide with my backside. A man was sliding his cock into my ass and getting ready to give me an authentic fuck. He was not huge, and my dick responded to the sensations and the situation. My dick was hard! If it was possible for my dick to get any harder I do not know how it could have happened. 

The cock remained still for a moment then Cheryl spoke. “Are you ready?” Never moving my mouth from her cunt I nodded my assent. The suction on the head of my cock increased, and the alien cock in my ass slowly withdrew before it plunged into the depths of my rectum. 

Pleasures and sensations as I have never experienced before zoomed through my body. The sweet taste of Cheryl’s cunt flowed across my tongue. A sloppy blowjob including caressing of my balls filled the senses in my groin. While at the backdoor a live, warm, hard dick plowed my backside stroking in and out constantly applying pressure to my prostate. The array of feelings was almost overwhelming, but not so overwhelming that I lost track of what was happening and where.

Cheryl eased my face from her crotch. “You licking my clit is fun, but I want you to concentrate on you. This is all for you. I can get my physical pleasure another time. Does it feel good?”

All I could do was nod as the cock in my ass repeatedly stroked past my prostate constantly increasing my urge to ejaculate. At the same time the character of the pressure on my cock altered as what I felt sure was a woman took me deep into her throat. So deep and so intense were the feeling that I almost came, but the duo eased their assault and my urges receded.

I do not know how many times or for how long this pattern was repeated. The couple, over and over again, took me up and down like a yoyo bringing me to the edge of orgasm then dropping me to a lower level. Then the pattern changed. My cocksucker increased the tempo of both her mouth moving up and down on my cock and of her hands as they massaged my balls and the shaft of my dick. At the same time the man began to pound me with hard, deep, fast strokes. I knew there was no stopping my climb to Nirvana. 

With a huge surge of feeling I began to cum. The sensation as the sperm was forced from my prostate along the tube to the end of my dick was almost painful. When that precious man-fluid erupted it entered into a warm mouth that never once released its grip from my prick. While that was happening I also experienced the unique feeling of a man discharging his seed into my ass. His powerful thrusts accompanied the shooting of his hot cum deep into my bowels; a feeling that unless you have experienced it is indescribable. 

At last I experienced the satisfaction I had long sought. I came as a result of anal stimulation. Proof of my orgasm was further delivered in another, and unexpected way as my head was jerked up and I received a full mouth kiss: a kiss, during which all of my man-juice was forced into my mouth. At first I thought it was simply spit, but the slimy consistency and distinctly different flavor told me I was tasting my essential essence. It was a pleasing experience. 

The lips pulled away from mine and a deep male voice asked if I liked the taste of cum. I was in shock; a man had kissed me after obviously sucking my cock to orgasm while another man had fucked my ass. A second deep, male voice whispered in my other ear “You are one tight ass. If you ever want to do this again ask your wife to call me.”

The two people got off the bed, and I heard water running in the bathroom. Cheryl, who was still at my head, pushed my face into her pussy. “My turn! I am so fucking hot! You better suck my pussy good. Get busy on that clit!”

I licked and sucked like I have never done before. My tongue laved over and around Cheryl’s clit repeatedly causing her to squirm and shudder. On the way to her climax I periodically swooped down to swirl the folds of her cuntal opening then returned to focus my attention on her clit. If I could have reached her asshole I would have pushed my lingual member into that orifice also, but it was not possible in her present position. 

The oohs and ahs emitted from Cheryl’s mouth told me I was doing a good job. She grabbed my head in her hands directing my movements, and when she came for the final time it was with a loud wail and convulsive quake, followed by her body’s complete relaxation. While this was happening I never heard the two men depart. 

A short while later Cheryl untied me, removed my blindfold, and I dragged myself to the shower. I carefully cleaned myself, and then allowed the warm water to run soothingly over my abused asshole. It was the culmination to a most thrilling evening, but it was not the end of Cheryl’s plans.

“How’s your ass?” she asked as she opened the shower door and joined me.

“Its a little sore, but its feeling good.”

“Did you like what happened this evening?”

“It was surprising, but yes, I liked it.”

“That’s good because I am planning a few more evenings similar to tonight’s. My imagination is running wild. I hope you’re up for it.”

With that Cheryl grabbed my cock, spun me around, and jammed two fingers in my ass. For just a moment she stroked in and out, then stopped and walked out of the shower.

The End 

Satisfaction



It had been nearly an hour since he left her chained in the room at the back of the house. 

Now freshly showered and shaved after a long day at work he again slipped the key into the locked door. 

There she was just as he had left her hands shackled over her head in front of the stark white wall he could see the anticipation in her eyes even though she did not, dared not look directly into his. 

The moisture on her thighs told him she was enjoying this perhaps a bit more than she should, and a smile momentarily graced his lips. 

As he stood there admiring his beautiful pet he recalled how mouthy and stubborn she had once been, even downright disobedient at times and again a smile crossed his lips. 

She had come to him quite by accident soon after she was released by another shall we say less than devoted master. 

She had been left alone far to often to think and act for herself and had become a bit less than docile. 

He had been hesitant at first unsure if he was ready to collar her but in the end he had. 

It was quite a trial at times but he had been both firm and patient with her, admonishing her firmly and punishing her fiercely when it was needed and rewarding her even more fiercely when she had learned her lessons well. 

At any rate today was a special day for them today was the 1st anniversary of her collaring, 

She has become an uncommonly loving slave over the last year and he was here to reward her and to tell her how much he loved her on this day. 

As he approached the table for the second time this night she watched through hooded lids, she watched as he fingered the crop he had used earlier, the single tailed whip, which she detested was next in line. She cringed a bit as she saw his hand hesitate briefly on its handle, then relaxed again as he moved to the next in line. 

She smiled to herself as he picked up her favorite, a leather flogger handcrafted into twenty leather roses on braided vines, tiny nails woven in as thorns. 

This was a birthday present from her master He had surprised her with it soon after her collaring. 

He remembered her looking at it longingly on a particular trip to the toy store. 

He smiled again as he laid it away from the rest and stepped to her side. 

His fingers slid lovingly up her side and up her arms as he reached to unfasten the shackles from the hook above her. 

She knew what was next. He took her wrists and pulled her down to the ring in the floor in front of her fastening her there bent over next he reached for her ankles one at a time. 

He pulled them to the rings on either side and fastened them as he had her wrists. 

She always felt herself grow very wet at this point, knowing what was coming next, there she was in a very awkward position her head nearly on the floor her ass in the air totally exposing her swollen pussy. 

He was as full of animal lust by this point as she, his manhood straining against his jeans as he picks up the flogger. 

One, two steps and he brings the flogger down hard on the backs of her thighs barely missing her ass. A single yelp escapes her lips as the second blow lands drawing tiny spots of blood across her ass cheeks. She feels her lust begin to run down her legs as one tiny thorn grazes her exposed cunt sending waves of painful pleasure washing over her. 

A third blow lands and she almost cums but she knows her master would be displeased, and so she holds it back, but it is almost more than she can control. 

As he looks at his beautiful pet he sees one stream of blood that is much larger than the rest, he places the flogger on the floor as he kneels behind her and his tongue traces the trail back to its source. 

The source it seems is quite a large gash in one of her swollen lips, he feels her push back against his face as his tongue touches her there but he pretends not to notice as he begins lapping hungrily at her bloody wetness. Reaching up he takes her by the hips and pulls her back to him flicking his tongue quickly over her clit he whispers cum for me pet, I love you. 

She moans loudly as she lets her orgasm wash over her, he smiles and stands. 

Quickly he unfastens his jeans and pulls them off steps up behind her and once again he says I love you pet as he plunges his engorged cock deep into her pounding into her viciously it takes only minutes for him to explode inside her. 

She smiles openly at him as he walks around in front of her and pulling her head up by the hair orders her to clean him. 

She emerges from the shower to find him sitting in his chair writing. 

Silently she sits at his feet and smiles as she lays her head in his lap.



Satisfaction Ashram



As I stood outside the entrance to the old British colonial-style Windsor Hotel in Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka, in the shadow of Mount Pidurutagala, waiting for someone to take me up to the ashram, I couldn't believe how far—and how far back in time—I had moved from Teddy's cabin in the Catskills. From the moment Teddy's business partner, Mort Whitley, had driven up to the cabin and told me how remorseful Teddy was over the fight we'd had and that he wanted to make it up to me by letting me go on that yoga retreat I'd wanted to do for some months, it had been one long, swift journey on progressively more primitive modes of transport.

I was surprised that Mort was being so helpful in acting the go-between like this. I'd always thought that he saw me as competition with Teddy—not in a sexual way, but for Teddy's attention. There was always an edge in the way he responded to me of me being a gold digger and wanting to move in on their partnership in the manufacturing company. More than once I'd wanted to let him know that I didn't need Teddy's money, I had money of my own, and that the sum total of my interest in the company was my interest in Teddy's happiness.

Mort said that Teddy had arranged everything: the luxurious flight in the company jet from New York to Mumbai, India, followed by the two-night ferry cruise from Mumbai down to Colombo, Sri Lanka, with me not completely understanding Mort's explanation why the company jet couldn't fly me directly to Colombo, but not making an issue of it as I didn't want to appear ungrateful. Then an open taxi ride to the Colombo train station and the two-and-a-half-hour train ride to Kandy. A hanging-on-to-the-sides rough ride on an ancient bus from Kandy to Nuwara Eliya brought me into the shadows of Sri Lanka's highest peak, Mount Pidurutagala, on the slopes of which, on very short notice, I had been booked for a two-week stay in a yoga ashram. The jitney ride from the bus station to the Windsor Hotel was probably the most harrowing travel experience of it all, and, once in my hotel room for a one-night stay, I simply showered under a drizzle in the bathroom, not complaining because I was sure I had the most luxurious room in the hotel, and fell, naked, on the bed to sleep the sleep of the innocent dead.

The entire journey I reassessed my relationship with Teddy, who had become quite possessive of me. The argument had been over that and his taking me for granted, and, I'm afraid, it had become quite violent—at least on my end—involving the Bette Davis-style melodrama of raised voices and thrown crystal vases. I'd left the apartment in quite a shambles. I hadn't driven half way to the Catskills in Teddy's Porsche before I realized that I had gone overboard and that most of this was because of the not-so-favorable medical report Teddy had received. But it had been far better than we had expected. We thought that he perhaps had no more than a few months to live, and the doctor had talked to him in terms of years—but years of living more carefully.

Once out on the open road and climbing to a higher, cooler altitude, I was able to see how much of the argument had resulted from both of us being frightened of what "years of living more carefully" meant. Did it mean Teddy couldn't bed me each night as he'd been doing for three years? I had asked, not knowing how that would touch on Teddy's own fears and how well it reflected my selfishness. Teddy had exploded rather than telling me what the doctor had said—but asking me if I was seeking permission to take a lover who would satisfy me daily when and if he couldn't. At that point I had blown up and started screaming the building down around our ears. Mort had arrived just then to speak with Teddy about business but had beaten a quick retreat.

Then Teddy had said just the worst thing, asking me if I wanted to cut and run now, whether, being young and highly sexed, whether I had no stomach for staying around to care for the man who had taken care of all my needs for three years. That had set me off at even a higher decibel level then, because it wasn't in the least what I was thinking. What I was thinking, no matter how irrational, was that Teddy was deserting me—slowly dying on me. And not that he would leave me with nothing substantial to show for letting him exclusively possess my body for three years of the prime of my youth, but that he was slipping away from me and wouldn't be there for my old age. We had planned so much for his retirement.

We were both frightened by it all, and I fled the scene, needing to get space between me and our problems. When Mort came to the cabin with Teddy's apology two days later and his pledge of trust by offering to let me go on retreat—to prepare myself for the hard year or more ahead—I was recovered and understanding enough to say that the gesture wasn't necessary. It was only Mort insisting that it was what Teddy wanted that won the day—and the fact that Teddy already had it all mapped out, the ashram reservations and all.

It didn't occur to me until I was jetting over the Atlantic that it wasn't like Teddy to be able to put together a travel itinerary like this this quickly. This was more in line with Mort's accountant personality. But if Mort had done this planning for Teddy and given Teddy all the credit, it seems I had been misjudging Mort.

As I stood outside the entrance of the Windsor Hotel and watched the bustle of Sri Lankan activity out on the street, my attention was drawn to a pony-drawn cart flanked by two young men as they approached. The men were notable because they were dressed identically, in loose white cotton trousers and a long-tailed white cotton long-sleeved tunic with a V-cut almost down to their navels, showing that they were both in very good condition. There the similarities ceased, however. The taller and bulkier of the two appeared to be European—probably Mediterranean. Olive skinned, darkly handsome, and hirsute, with curly black hair. The other one, shorter and thinner, appeared to be of northern Indian origin, light-skinned, also handsome but carrying himself with more reserve than the other man.

I was surprised as they came right up to me and the European queried my name. "Are you David Kane?"

"Yes," I answered, only now realizing that this was my welcoming committee from the ashram.

"I am Benito and this is Ravith," the European—evidently Italian based on his name—said. "We have come to fetch you to the Sanasuma Ashram on the mountainside. Please excuse me, but I can say no more. We cannot speak to the initiates until we have known them."

"Thank you," I answered, looking dubiously at the pony cart and then up at the brooding mountain where I thought I could see the ashram teetering on stilts and projecting out on a steep slope nearly two-thirds up the mountain.

The two seemed nonplused, though, and simply handed me and my suitcase into the pony cart and turned back the way they'd come. I saw that they were both barefoot and the way their tunics and pants hung on them gave a feeling that they otherwise were naked—and that they were both well built. They walked beside the pony cart in silence, although each turned from time to time to give me a shy but also appraising look, as we ascended the mountain. Neither seemed to get out of breath in the climb and both walked with the grace of dancers or gymnasts.

I realized I should not be surprised at this. Yoga was all about developing, maintaining, and controlling your body.

We were met at the door by an older Indian man, perhaps in his forties, in a white dhoti, his well-developed barrel chest and muscled arms bare, his arms crossed and his eyes assessing me as we approached.

He gestured for me to descend from the cart at the gate to the ashram compound and follow him inside. The two young men who had escorted me followed us into the central courtyard but then disappeared. A dark-skinned servant of some sort of indeterminate age, but apparently of Sri Lankan ethnicity, took the reins of the pony and led it and the cart back down the narrow trail we had ascended. The ashram was a double-storied wooden building on a platform projecting on stilts out from the mountainside, set among massive boulders. It pushed into the surface of the mountain itself on the side facing the slope. As we passed into a covered passageway with iron gates on both sides, we emerged into a central courtyard dotted with gnarl-trunked trees, supporting lush, perfectly shaped canopies, set in a regimented pattern in large box planters that bathed nearly the whole atrium in dappled shade. Windows around all four sides overlooked the courtyard, which made me aware that there hadn't been any windows that I could see on the outer walls of the structure.

The older man led me to a door in the wall facing the slope of the mountain, where he paused briefly, to say, "I am Acharya Ahitharan, abbot and instructor at Sanasuma Ashram. 'Acharya' is a title meaning teacher, not my given name. There are stages of your entrance into the ashram. Sanasuma means 'satisfaction,' and total satisfaction is the end state we move toward—in stages. For two days, you will remain in the room I am taking you to, where you will meditate and read and absorb the yoga studies you find in your room—all in silence. Your meals will be brought to you. Do not try to talk to the one bringing your meals. He cannot speak to you inside the ashram until he has known you. After the two days, you will come to me for your first interview, during which I will tell you more of the ashram experience and will inform you of the next stage. There is no more to say now, so a two-day period of silence will now commence. I can only speak to you at designated stages of your initiation until I have known you too."

While I mulled over what the Acharya had said, he took me inside the wooden structure, which looked ancient. The structural supports of the building were obvious, as the beams, made of a polished, darkly stained wood, were left exposed. The walls between the beams were mostly of some sort of ochre plaster, but when I had an opportunity to run my hands over them, I could feel that they were solid and substantial. The room he led me to was on the second floor and had the feeling of a monk's cell, although it was fairly large, probably twelve by twelve feet.

Besides the door from the corridor, the only other doorway opened, without a door, into a primitive small bathroom with a toilet, a sink and a metal pan with a drain in the center and a shower head above. On the wall opposite the entrance, the wall that would face the slope of the mountainside, was located what seemed to be a window enclosure about four feet in width and three feet high. But it was covered by sliding shutters that met in the middle and were locked by a bolt requiring a key that was not, as far as I could tell—or discover later—provided in the room.

The furnishings were limited to a cot with a mattress, a chest of drawers, a straight chair, and a small table, serving as a desk. There was a small stand next to the cot, with a lamp on top of it. Another lamp sat on the desk. Neither was to prove to emit much light, and when they were on, the light wavered in both. It was enough to read by in the evening, if I held the books close. There was sufficient light for reading during the day, though. The corridor outside the cell door ran along the outer wall overlooking the courtyard, included many windows, and was bathed in sunlight. And there were windows high up on the wall of my room on the wall facing the corridor. The daylight from the courtyard filtered into my room through these high-set windows.

And there were books. They were sitting on the desk. Acharya Ahitharan gestured to them, making clear I was to read them over the next two days. He then opened the chest of drawers and took out a pair of cotton trousers and a tunic—just as Ravith and Benito had been wearing—and made clear that they were what I would wear too. Digging deeper, he pulled out a saffron-colored silky robe, which he showed to me, wagging his finger to convey that I should not casually wear that, and replaced it reverently in the drawer. Then he moved to the door to the corridor and departed.

I looked in the drawers and beyond several pairs of trousers and tunics, under the saffron robe, I found a couple of thin-material cotton briefs, which, unaccountably buttoned at the hip with just one button on each side.

I changed into the cotton trousers and tunic, leaving my own briefs on, and set my suitcase beside the desk. I had taken the inference that I wouldn't be wearing my own clothes while I was on retreat in the ashram. Then, with a sigh, and still exhausted from my fast trip out from New York, I tried out the mattress. It was a bit lumpy. That didn't matter. I was out like a light. I woke when Ravith unlocked the door—until that moment I hadn't realized I'd been locked in—and brought a tray of food in, placed it on the desk, turned and gave me a little smile, and then exited the room and relocked the door.

It was simple fare, limited to fruits, vegetables, and nuts. For drink, there was cool water in a jug that contained enough to easily last me into the next day. There also was a strange plastic bottle of something set to the side and a brochure. The brochure explained that the bottle contained a douche, and that I was to clean myself out twice a day, that purifying myself this way was part of the preparation for participating in the ashram. Strange, I thought, but I had no idea what was involved in an ashram retreat, and purifying oneself seemed to make sense.

I intended to start reading the yoga studies that night, but I was still exhausted, and went back to sleep after I'd eaten the food. Sometime in the evening I was aware of the tray being cleared away and later than that I had a vivid dream of hearing the sounds of moaning and groaning, as with the sex act, but by many voices—all male voices. I thought I awoke during this, but the sounds continued. Groggily I reasoned that I already was missing Teddy. We had sex every day—I needed almost constant attention—and it had been, what, two or three days, since Teddy had fucked me. I already was missing it. But I had wanted a retreat to an ashram, so this was my own fault, I told myself, and I just covered my head with one of the two thin pillows on the cot and willed myself back to sleep.

The next day, after eating the meal that had been left for me and showering and douching, as instructed, I sat at the desk and read over the yoga studies—somewhat in shock. They covered quite a bit of the standard principles of yoga and of the ashram tradition, but they also were rather explicit on the sexual practices within the Hindu tradition, primarily the positions of the Kamasutra. The illustrations of this included heterosexual couples, but they also included same-sex couples, both female and male. Being in somewhat of a state of want already, my attention naturally gravitated to the illustrations of male couples practicing the positions of the Kamasutra. I felt myself in arousal and realized after several moments that the sounds of my dreams—the male sounds of moans and groans and from multiple sources—had commenced again. And this wasn't a dream as I had thought it to be the previous night. This was a real sound of something happening beyond the shuttered window on my wall facing the mountain slope.

I rose and tried to discover a way to open the window, but could not. Then, fully aroused by the combination of those sounds and of the illustrations in the yoga studies, I collapsed into the chair in a slouched position, pulled my hardened cock out of the waistband of the loose cotton trousers, and masturbated myself to ejaculation.

I barely had time to make it into the bathroom to spill my seed into the toilet when I heard the door to my room open. Ravith carried a tray with my dinner on it to the desk, turned and smiled at me, as I stood over the toilet in his side view, and left the room. I entered the room to hear the rasp of wood on wood and looked at the door, the directional source of the sound. It was only then that I realized there was a window in the door, covered by a sliding panel controlled from the corridor.

Had Ravith been watching me masturbate?

* * * *

"The Sanasuma Ashram is one of providing a men only tantric journey toward enlightenment and fulfillment," Acharya Ahitharan said to me on the morning of the third day as we sat across from each other, each in the cross-legged lotus position on a platform in a small room with light coming into it from high windows on the courtyard side of the wall.

"Tantric?" I asked. "Isn't that—?"

"Tantric relates to sexual techniques that will channel your erotic energy, unlock your creativity, transform your sexual experiences, and significantly alter all other aspects of your actively homosexual life."

"My homosexual life?"

"Yes, this is a men-only ashram. Homosexual men only. And there are certain, ah, attractiveness requirements. We received instructions about you and your needs before we accepted you as an initiate into the ashram."

"Instructions about me?"

"Yes, we were assured that you needed constant sex. We are in the need of young men who will fulfill the needs of those adherents who retreat with us on a temporary bases. We also received photographs and a record of your statistics, and I must say—"

"I don't understand."

"It's really quite simple. You will be trained in the positions of the Kamasutra through the practice of tantra. Tantra alone is a very energizing experience, but blending the benefits and principles of yoga with tantra sexual practices will transform all aspects of the years you will spend with us?"

"Years?" A chill raced up my spine. What have you done, Teddy? I silently cried out.

"Young men coming to us as you have are initiated into the Tantra and service to our adherents in stages. You have started into the stage of self-denial, which will develop into uncontrollable need, upon which you will be initiated into the training stage by Siddha—the enlightened—Satyanarida himself. 'Siddha' means just that—the enlightened one. And only Satyanarida has reached the level of total tantric sexual enlightenment in this ashram. After the Siddha has marked and accepted you, you will be trained in the Kamasutra by our sub Acharyas, such as the two young men you have already met. Then you will become a sub Acharya yourself and will instruct men who come to us on retreat. Upon reaching the age thirty, if you are still deemed desirable and among us, you will move to the Acharya level until the age forty and—"

"Excuse me. I'm only here for a two-week retreat. I'm only twenty-three. Age thirty? That's—"

"Seven years from now, yes."

I stood, trembling, almost unable to control myself in my anger and confusion. "I . . . will be going . . . now . . . I cannot stay."

"I think not," Acharya Ahitharan said in a calm voice. He clapped his hands, and Ravith and Benito immediate appeared in the doorway. "I have been told of you and I observe it is true. You cannot exist without the sex. Your need and your lack of self-denial have already been in evidence here. But we will train you. You will embrace the journey to tantric sexual satisfaction. That is what we provide here. That is what Sanasuma promises—satisfaction, tantric sexual satisfaction."

He waved to the two men standing on either side of me and holding me tight, and they muscled me, screaming and cursing, back to my cell. They dropped me on the cot, left through the door, and locked it.

I lay there agonizing and seething, throwing my body about and muttering in frustration. He had done it, completely fooled me. Teddy had said he was doing what he knew I needed for me—sending Mort to tell me that it was a peace offering. Not coming himself. I should have known. He was punishing me, not just sending me away, and also having me imprisoned. Getting his revenge for what he thought I was going to do to him—desert him in his time of need.




Satisfaction At Midnight



I looked up at the stars which filled the night sky as I waited for the stoplight to turn to green. It was a perfect fall evening, the crisp air reminding me that the leaves would soon begin to change colour on the trees. As the light changed, I twisted the throttle on my Harley-Davidson motorcycle. The engine roared as I pulled away from the intersection. The cool air making the loud rumble coming from the pipes sound even deeper than usual.

It was around ten o'clock as I turned into the all night grocery store. I was planning on picking up a few things then head home to watch a late night movie. Not that I really wanted to do that. I was pretty bored and wishing I could find some action, but the streets were quiet and it looked like I was shit out of luck. 

I came to a stop right in front of the store. As I climbed off the bike, I looked around at the near empty lot. It was clear that the store would be almost empty of customers. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever. I was about to enter into an experience unlike anything I've ever had.

There was only one cash open, and the cashier was sitting on a stool, reading a novel. She glanced briefly in my direction before going back to her reading. 'What a job,' I thought to myself as I headed towards the back of the store, 'I'd go nuts.'

I grabbed a carton of milk and made my way over to the fruit and vegetable section. That was when I saw her for the first time. I stopped dead in my tracks, caught off guard at the beautiful woman leaning over the vegetable rack. 

She was about 5'3" tall with an hourglass figure. Her wavy, dark brown hair fell down almost to her shoulders. Even though her back was to me, I just knew immediately that she would have a beautiful face. She was wearing a tight, red mini-skirt and a black shirt. 

I stood still, watching her. She was bent over reaching for something. My heart was racing. My body responding to this vision in front of me. I considered my options, wondering what I should do. I knew exactly what action I wanted to take at that moment. I wanted to walk over to her and invite her back to my place, but doubted that she would respond to my request. As if I would be lucky enough to meet a beautiful woman in a grocery store late at night who was willing to go back to my place. She was likely a hard working married woman who needed to get home to a very lucky husband. I was only partially right in my assessment.

I moved towards her, pretending to be focused on the aisles of fruits and vegetables. My eyes remained focused on her incredible body, or at least what I could see of it. She was examining a couple of cucumbers, oblivious to the horny biker watching her.

I paused about twenty feet from her, standing facing the same aisle as she was in front of. I glanced over at her, trying to not look obvious in my desire to see what the rest of her looked like. 

The first thing I noticed was her incredible breasts. The tight black shirt she was wearing accentuated her amazing shape. It was clear that she had the perfect set of tits. In fact, for a second I wondered if they were real or implants, but I quickly decided that they had to be real since their perfection was not forced. They jiggled as she moved, and I found myself having trouble looking anywhere else.

Without warning, she glanced over in my direction. Her dark hair fell down over one of her blue eyes, partially hiding it. Her fair skin glowed as she smiled at me. She had a Julia Robert's type of smile, her lips grinning wide, revealing perfectly white teeth.

"Looks like we are the only two dumb enough to shop this late at night." She said, her eyes looking me over. I'm 6'3", 220 lbs, shoulder length red hair and blue eyes. I figure I'm fairly average in both my looks and my build. As a biker, my size can certainly intimidate when I need it to do so. However, I wasn't feeling very intimidating right now.

"Yeah," I stuttered, "dumb enough …" My voice trailed off and my mind raced with something to say.

She turned back to the two cucumbers she was holding, seeming to forget about me standing there. 

At that moment, things changed for me. I guess you could call it a destiny moment. I had the option of moving on, getting my things, heading home and perhaps masturbating all night as I fantasized about this woman. Or, I could make a move, take a shot, and see what happened.

I took the shot. And things have never been the same.

I walked over to her as she looked over the cucumbers in each hand. As I moved in close enough for our sides to touch, I pointed at her hands and said, "Hard to find the perfect cucumber, isn't it?"

She smiled at me, letting our sides remain in contact, and replied, "Especially because of what I want it for. I need one that is the perfect length and thickness."

"I think I know what you mean," I said, pushing in close, allowing my hand to move over her arm and around her fingers so that we were both holding one of the cucumbers. "If it's too thick, it can hurt like hell. If it's too thin, it's a waste of time. And it needs to be long enough that you don't loose hold of it."

Her grin went from ear to ear. "Hmmm, exactly my dilemma. This one is certainly thick enough, but I'm worried about the length. On the other hand, this one is more than long enough, but I'm not sure the thickness will fulfill the desired outcome."

I moved around behind her, my hand continuing to hold hers, my other hand moving to the other cucumber. She allowed her body to snuggle into mine, and even pressed her ass against my very hard cock.

"The only problem with cucumbers," I whispered into her ear, "Is they don't talk dirty to you while fucking you." Our fingers tightened together. "They don't surprise you or tease you. All they can do is pump."

Our breathing was hard. "I never thought of that." She said, barely audible.

My hot breath brushed over her neck as I continued to whisper, "The other problem with the cucumber is it never changes. It doesn't swell just before climax, it doesn't fill you with hot cum, it doesn't respond to your body's urges. It just pumps."

I kissed her neck, hardly believing what I was saying or doing. I had never done anything like that before, but her response was so clearly inviting that I just kept going.

She tilted her neck to give me more room to kiss. Her skin was silky smooth, and my lips glided over her neck as our hands continued to hold the cucumbers. My cock was pressed tight against her backside, fully erect and ready for action.

"You know, I never thought of all that." She said, her words coming between deep breaths. "I guess what I really need is a hard cock. Something that can pump me hard and fast, over and over, then fill me with wonderfully hot semen. I think I need to be touched all over, to have wild, passionate sex. I wish I knew someone who would go back to my place with me."

My mouth moved up from her neck and over her cheek. Finally our lips met as she turned to greet my mouth and our tongues touched for the first time. Our kisses were long and full of passion, tongues searching each other's mouths. 

"My name is Rob, by the way." I said, pulling our lips apart. She kissed me again then replied, "I'm Cathy, now let's get the hell out of here."

We dropped the cucumbers back onto the shelf and headed towards the exit, hand in hand. "There's my car," she said, pointing to a shiny red Mustang convertible. "I'll need to follow you on my Harley," I answered, "Can't leave it here in case it gets stolen."

I started toward my bike keeping my eyes on this vision of loveliness, amazed at my good luck. Suddenly she called out to me. "Rob, wait. I have to tell you something first."

My heart sank. I was sure she was going to back out of what we were about to do. I slowly made my way towards her, expecting to hear the worse.

She looked down for a second that focused on me. "Rob, I'm married. My husband is away on business and wont be back for a few days. I've thought about what it would be like to have an affair for a long time now, but have never had the guts to go through with it. Earlier today I decided to give it a shot. I got dressed up and went out for the evening, to see if anyone would try and pick me up. A few guys tried, but I got scared and told them I wasn't interested."

She was speaking so fast, trying to say everything before I could get a word in. "Anyways, I came here tonight to buy that cucumber. I was so damn horny from these guys hitting on me, that I planned to just go home and fuck myself. Then you came along, and that, whatever it was, just happened in there. I want you to come home with me, but I'm afraid. I've never cheated on my husband, but I am so horny to try this. I don't know if I'm making any sense, but if you don't want to get involved with a married women, I'll understand."

I stood quietly, waiting to make sure she was done talking. After a few seconds, I reached down and took her face in my hands. I pulled her close to me and kissed her on the lips. "Are you done talking? Cause I'm ready to go crazy with you. I want to fuck you hard, to eat your pussy and suck your breasts, and do all the things that a cucumber can't do for you."

We kissed again then I pulled away and ran to my bike. It fired up right away, the deep roar filling the night air. I shifted into first and turned the bike around and got behind Cathy's red Mustang as she took me to her home.

As she turned into her driveway, the garage door opened automatically and we both pulled past the double doors and into the privacy of her garage.

I dismounted the bike and pulled my helmet off as she got out of the car. I quickly moved to her side and took her into my arms again. She smelled incredible as our bodies pressed tight against each other and our lips met. I could feel her breasts pushed against my chest, and I couldn't wait to enjoy them. My hands moved across her back, down over the red miniskirt and squeezed her wonderful ass.

I couldn't stand it any longer and reached up under the skirt and pulled down her panties. As I slid them off her legs, I could feel how incredibly wet the were in the crotch area. She was absolutely soaked! I reached up and grabbed at the black top she was wearing, and pulled it up and over her head.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and the double d size tits bounced in front of me. Both nipples were already erect, and I immediately took one of them into my mouth, sucking on the huge nipple, biting it as my tongue flicked the tip of it. As I sucked on one nipple, my hand went to the other, pulling hard on her nipple, pinching it and causing her to flinch slightly.

My other hand reached down under her skirt, lifting it up so that I could reach her mound. She was clean shaven, and both her legs were dripping wet from her juices. My fingers easily slid across her pussy, her legs parting to give me more freedom as I began to slide a couple of digits into her cunt. 

She groaned as I pulled at her tits and finger fucked her pussy. It was obvious to me that it had been a long time since she had enjoyed anything but traditional sex, and I was determined to make this night memorable for her. Little did I know what she was capable of doing, and that by the end of the night, it would be me begging for more.

I couldn't take it anymore, I had to be inside of her. I spun her around and bent her over her red Mustang, and quickly unzipped my pants. Pulling out my stiff rod, I lifted her skirt up and positioned myself behind her.

As the head of my cock entered her swollen pussy, we both groaned with desire. I slid deep inside and began to pump her hard. Her hands lay above her head on the hood of the car as I fucked her from behind. I reached up and placed my hands on her shoulders, pushing her towards me with each pump of my cock.

Our rhythm was perfect as we fucked in her garage. Her pussy was so tight around my shaft, and I could feel it literally sucking at my cock as I fucked her.

Suddenly I felt her cunt tighten around my shaft, and I knew that she was hitting her orgasm. As the lips squeezed my cock, I knew I was going to cum. For a brief second I thought of pulling out, but then pumped harder, my cock beginning to swell, and as another wave flooded her body, I filled her cunt with my cum.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us spent. We laid still for a few moments then finally stood up straight. She turned around and kissed me, not caring about the juices dripping down her leg. I knew we were not done yet.

Cathy took my hand and we started towards the door into the house. She looked into my eyes and smiled, then said, "That was a great start, Rob. Now it's time for the real fun to begin."

We headed into the house. I would never have believed what was in store for me.

~~~

Chapter 2

Don't believe a word you read in chapter 1. Oh the facts may be true enough but you know how men are...totally clueless as to the way women manipulate events to get what we want. That night -- the night it all began -- was one of those nights when a steady fire had been building in my pants. As usual, the ball and chain was chained to the tv and although I tried a few times to get him turned on to me and away from the tube, I guess golf was just more exciting to him. I've taken a lot of rejection from him as his ass has slowly grown roots into the couch but that night I had had enough and that's when I decided to take it out to the street.

I dressed for the occasion, digging out my best "come fuck me" mini and tight black top. Hey when you're hunting, put on your orange vest! I went to a bar down the road but the pickings were slim...most of the men were already pissed and I needed someone who would be clear-headed and hard-cocked so I wandered out. Went into another place which was full of college kids...Jesus, from what I remember of boys that age, it would all be over in a few minutes and I wanted to be stroked and poked for a couple of hours or a couple of days. This place was useless, I was mulling over the idea of calling some male escort service when I stopped at a corner store to get some milk and stuff.

That's when I met Rob. Rob, who has since become my secret delight, my biker lover, my fuck friend and the man who has put the smile back on my lips (both sets). I was wandering around the aisles picking up a few things when I smelled him. The smell of castrol and road dirt and a whole hell of a lot of testosterone. I knew exactly what he was going to look like...my nose told me. And without looking up, I decided I was going to fuck him til his knees gave out. I dropped the stuff I had been carrying and wandered over to the meager supply of vegetables while using my pussy and mind to put out a voodoo signal to him, "get your ass over here and turn it over to me now"

Sure enough I could hear his footsteps change when he spotted me and I began to move subtly to search for the right cucumber. Cucumber, as if, I wanted his cock and I was going to have it. If he could have seen the horny, determined look on my face, I don't know if he would have moved away or kept coming, but by the time he reached my side, I had put on my best "horny damsel in distress face".

God he was fine. Not one of those hogs on a hog, no he had the shoulders, he had the chest, he was big and strong (I could tell) and as I checked out his pants, I could see he was packing too. "You will do very nicely", I thought and went into some lame schpiel about my husband being away, yadda, yadda, yadda. Cucumber for pleasure, yadda, yadda, yadda, I wasn't going to take a chance on him getting away so I led the horse to water and waited for him to drink.

Before I knew it we were off to my place, he on his bike and I in the car. We parked in the garage and let me tell you he didn't waste any time getting down to business. I let him lead the way on this one. Wanted to see his style, and give him a taste...very nice...he was as hungry as I was and he had all the tools. It was one of those quick, incredibly hard and hot fucks you have with a new partner or a one nighter. But even though fast, he knew what he was doing and my pussy was hooked.

Now, it was my turn to lead and I brought him into the house. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, "what about the old man?" I knew that unless God had personally intervened, the old man would be dead on the couch and spend the night there. And Rob had no idea hubby was home.

With my pussy still hot, swollen and now oozing with Rob's cum, I pulled him down to the basement. A couple of years ago, I had an office put in for me and I was smart enough to get a sofa with a pull-out bed "for visitors". It was about to get its first test run tonight. I had also put in a lock so that sometimes I could sneak down there and smoke a joint and play with myself. The old guy disapproved so I knew I needed my privacy.

I brought him in and pushed him down onto the couch, then locked the door behind my back and slowly walked over to him. His cock was still out and still a little hard. I knelt down in front of him and just looked at his cock then up at his eyes, back down at his cock, back up at his eyes for a bit of time. I smiled my first really me smile, my "all I want to do is screw and screw some more" smile.

I moved in close to him and pulled his head down to mine. We began kissing. One of his hands found my nipple and his other hand ran down my back and came to rest just at the top of the crack of my ass. One of my hands held his already recovering cock and the other was moving through his hair. We would pull together, grab some tongue, move our heads, then move again, pull another way, stop and look at each other again. Forehead to forehead, trying to find each other's eyes at a strange angle, nipples tingling, balls filling again, pussy still sticky.

Eye to eye, mouth to mouth, I asked him, "Would you like me to suck your cock 'til its ready to explode?" His groan was his answer. he placed his hands on my head and slowly pushed me his cock, stopping part way to kiss me again. When my mouth got to an inch above the head of his cock, I helped him push his fingers through my hair, looked in his eyes and slowly licked my lips. He groaned again, deeper this time.

Now there are few things in life that are more satisfying to a woman like me that watching a big, strong guy let himself go and give in to experiencing pleasure without his having to be in control all the time. Those groans from him had started my juices flowing again in a big way. And I was ready to give him a sucking he wouldn't soon forget.

I like to start by shoving my whole face in the groin, taking in the scent and scratching my face with his pubes, just getting neighbourly. I reached back and ran my hands into his pants then signaled him to raise his ass and I pulled his pants off and down his knees 'til they lay on the floor at my feet. Off with his boots, off with his pants, off with his socks, running my fingers through his toes then back up his legs and using my whole body, shoulders and arms to spread his legs and crack him open for me. He groaned again and spread 'em wide. As Austin Powers would say, "Yeah Baby!"

All open for me, I started licking a line down from his waist to the base of his cock, then back up to the waist, totally avoiding the actual cock. One hand on each knee, I would push my hands up from the knee along the inner thighs until they came to rest at the triangle where it all happened. Then with my face right against the couch, I would lick up from the under side of the balls and all around the balls, finally bathing them fully in my mouth. My hands traveled up the inside of his shirt to his nipples and gave them a tug then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. My tongue traced the line at the crease where his legs met his groin up and down. Now his shirt was off and he was naked and relaxed on my couch.




Satisfaction At Midnight



I stopped to look at him. Nice, nice long and well-formed body. Nice colouring and great strawberry blonde hair. I couldn't help but kiss him again and as I rose to do so, I pulled one his hands down to my pussy. His fingers moved around caressing the soft, swollen, sticky skin then he lifted his fingers to his nose, his lips and my lips. I brought my lips to his and we kissed and sucked his fingers.

My mouth traveled back down his body from mouth to chin, neck, chest, belly, and now almost at cock. I had been playing a game of stimulating every part of his body other than his cock...teasing to get him harder and more eager...now as I got close again, his hips began to move and with his hands on my head, he gently pushed me onto him. He tasted like I knew he would. Like his fingers had, like my pussy would...he tasted of both of us and our juicy desires...

I licked him like an ice cream cone then I began using my lips to apply increasing pressure to his shaft and head as I moved up and down his cock. All the while the pressure of his hands moving through my hair would signal me to increase or decrease pressure, stay there, move here and "damn that's good."

I could feel my pussy lips swelling more and more and began to have images of my lips locked around Rob's cock and dragging on his shaft as he pumped into me...I started to licking and sucking the area just below Rob's head where it was most sensitive and now he was beginning to thrust more deeply into me. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would come again and I wanted him inside me, inside me, deep inside me.

As I pulled my mouth off of him and moved away. I could hear him grunt, "get back here"..."In a minute" I said pulling him up with me. "lets get this thing opened" He pulled out that bed like it was a loose thread and we jumped onto it, straining to press as much of our bodies together as possible. Somehow when looking down at his cock readying myself to climb aboard it looked so damned huge and I hoped I would be able to get all of him into me.

I stood over him with my legs spread and sat on his chest, moving my sticky and dripping pussy down his body, leaving a trail of us on him. When I felt his cock knocking against my ass I rose slightly and angled my pussy back towards it so that he found his way up against my lips easily. I wanted him in but I wanted to play with him too and so I did the half inch in, half inch out, opening and closing thing...In what I would come to know as his trademark saying, he sat up a little, looked me in the eyes and said, "fuck me".

How could I say no? I took him all in, nice, tight, veiny, hot, and I began sliding up and down his pole. He reached down with his arms around my waist helping me move up and down against him and started talking about how hot and wet my cunt was. Now, cunt is one of those funny words that independent and strong women like me generally do not like but get me hot and horny and all of a sudden cunt is a perfect word. I knew he was trying to turn us both on more and that melted me even more.

While he helped me move up and down, I began to let myself go and now the sweat was rolling down my chest between my breasts and collecting in our pubic hair. My head was rolling around and my hands were pinching and pulling on my nipples...up and down, now the speed increasing, increasing, Rob thrusting harder and deeper into me, his fingers digging hard into my hips. I began angling myself forwards to rub my clit up against the base of Rob's cock. He brought one of his hands in to help, rubbing vigorously against my fully erect and not clit.

Inside I could feel the head of his cock rubbing up against my g spot and I stopped suspended in mid air, my lips locked on him, the tightening began deep inside me, I don't know where from and the grunting and moaning flowed out of my mouth as the juice flowed from my clenched cunt. Slowly up and down against him, milking him hard up and down three, four times, then collapsing against his chest, sweating and breathing like a horse stuck to him, my heart pounding in my ears...coming, coming, coming...coming all over my secret biker lover...

He held me tight and then digging his heels in and using his knees he pushed his cock in one deep long stroke, held it for a minute and started shuddering inside me...coming, coming, coming

~~~

Chapter three

You know, reading Cathy's words bring clarity to a lot of things from that first night. I've always wondered how much of it was planned and how much was spontaneous, and now I know!

I do remember laying on that sofa bed, almost in a state of shock. I couldn't believe how much I had come inside of her. I mean it just wouldn't stop flowing! As soon I my orgasm hit, it was if her pussy lips grabbed a hold of my shaft and began to suck it in, vacuuming out as much cum as possible. It was unbelievable.

Cathy collapsed down on top of me, both of us sweating, both of us clearly enjoying this powerful and passionate sex. We kissed as my hands rubbed her soft skin, my cock still hard inside of her.

After a few minutes, she whispered into my ear, "I hope you were planning on staying all night." I kissed her again, not saying anything, but nodding in agreement.

We were silent for a few more minutes, then she whispered again, "Can I tie you up?"

The words came out softly yet unashamedly. It wasn't so much as question as a statement. Even though she said, "Can I?" she clearly meant "I'm going to."

She kissed me again as she climbed off me. I watched as she moved over to her desk, sliding open the top drawer all the way and reaching for a box at the back of the desk. She was beautiful, and I was in awe of my position – fucking this lovely creature in her home office. I planned to not only stay the night, but enjoy many more of them for a very long time. This was definitely not going to be a one night event.

Cathy turned around and looked back in my direction, and seductive smile on her lips. She held four long thin ropes made out of silk. She moved to the bottom of the bed and leaned over to kiss my big toe. Her mouth opened and she softly took it in her mouth, sucking on it, her tongue rolling around it. She moved over the top of my foot, her tongue sliding across the skin, moving up to my ankle. As her lips and tongue tasted my skin, her hands moved around the foot, and I could feel her tie the silk rope around my ankle. She tied it fairly tight, then brought the other end over the mattress, tying it to the metal frame of the sofa bed. She repeated the action with my other foot, soft kisses as she secured my feet to the bottom of the bed. 

She then began to kiss up my left leg, making her way up to my waist. She paused at my limp member, her juices still visible on the shaft. Her eyes locked on mine and I watched her tongue slowly come out of her mouth and slide across my floppy cock. She licked up her juices, cleaning off the limp cock, her eyes never leaving mine.

My breathing was getting heavy as she continued up my body, her lips kissing my stomach, moving up my chest. She paused at each nipple, biting it, pulling it, then gently kissing it. 

Finally our lips met again, and we embraced, our tongues touching as our bodies held tight to each other. There are so many things that I enjoy sexually, but nothing can beat hot kissing with someone who truly knows how to kiss. Cathy was a master at kissing, and I loved her lips. 

After a few minutes she pulled away from my mouth, her lips moving to my left shoulder, and slowly down my arm, pulling it out straight. As she reached my hand, she took each finger into her mouth individually, sucking on them as I felt her tie the silk rope around my wrist. She reached down into the sofa bed where another rope had already been attached in a loop, and tied the silk material to it, pulling my hand out tight, leaving me with very little ability to move my left hand.

She moved back down the arm, across my shoulder, back to my mouth, kissing again, lingering, before repeating the action on my right side.

Almost forty-five minutes had passed since she first began to tie me to the sofa bed. It was one of the most erotic experiences I had enjoyed up to that point. The reason I only say up to that point, is because I've come to discover that Cathy is full of erotic surprises. The number of different things we have experienced since that first night will take many, many chapters to tell. But that was indeed a powerful experience.

Needless to say, I was once again fully erect and ready to go. I had no idea what Cathy planned to do. Would she sit on my face, pushing her pussy onto my mouth, making me eat her? Would she lower herself down onto my hard shaft, riding me to climax? I waited in anticipation of what would come.

Instead, she stood up and began to get dress. I laid there in silence, waiting, wondering what she was doing as she pulled her top over her head and put her miniskirt back on. "What are you doing?" I finally asked, completely mystified.

She said nothing as she finished putting on her clothes. Once she was completely dressed, she moved to my side and sat down beside me, one hand resting on her lap, the other moving up to my face, softly caressing my cheek.

"I need to tell you something, but I'm afraid you'll get mad." She said, almost pouting, staring deeply into my eyes.

"What?" I asked, the word getting stuck in my throat and almost coming out in a croak.

"Well, remember how I said my husband was away for the weekend?" Her eyes never left mine as she paused. "Well, I lied. In fact, he's upstairs."

My mind raced. I'm sure she could see it in my eyes, the questions, the uncertainty. What was going to happen next? Here I was, completely tied up, unable to do anything, and this woman whom I had just met a few hours earlier, was telling me that I had just fucked her with her husband right upstairs! I tried to say something, but nothing would come out.

Her hand continued to rub my cheek as she said, "Anyway, I need to go up and get ready for bed with him. He's probably sound asleep on the couch with the television blasting. I need to wake him up and go to bed. Once he's asleep, I'll come back down and we can fuck some more, okay?"

She said it so matter-of-factly that I didn't know how to respond at first. Finally I managed to speak, "What the hell do you mean he's right upstairs, are you crazy? You need to untie me, I need to get out of here. What if he comes down here, what if he catches us?"

My heart was racing, my breathing heavy, only this time is wasn't because of how turned on I was. I was panicking, and I knew it.

"Shhhh, baby," Cathy whispered, leaning over to kiss me, "there's nothing to worry about. Trust me. He's useless. He'll be asleep in no time and nothing will wake him up. Trust me, it's going to be a lot of fun. Don't you like the idea of fucking me crazy knowing my husband is so close?"

Her words were calming as her lips continued to kiss my face, moving from my lips to my cheek to my ears.

"I'll be back." She finally whispered, getting up and walking towards the office door. "Oh," she said, turning to look at me one more time, "I hope you're not afraid of the dark."

She flicked off the light, the room flooding with darkness as the door closed behind her.

I lay in total silence on the sofa bed, trying to listen for anything. But it was total quiet. I was scared, yet realized that I was also turned on. I could feel my cock, which had gone limp during my panic, begin to harden again. I was completely helpless, at the mercy of this incredible woman who was using me in such a powerful and sexual way.

I knew that if her husband walked through the door, I would not be able to defend myself. I was a big, strong biker, able to hold my own in pretty well any situation, but I would be completely at his mercy if he found me tied up to this bed. 

And yet, deep inside, I knew that he would never find me. She wouldn't allow it. She was in control. She had this all planned out. She knew exactly what she was doing. This was what you would call a "calculated risk." 

The more that truth began to sink in, the more horny I became. I was helpless all right. I was at the mercy of whomever walked through that door, no doubt about it. But it most definitely would not be a person who would do me harm that would come through that door. It was going to be her. My lover. I was at her mercy. And the only thing she was going to do to me was bring me incredible pleasure. 

And so, as I lay in that darkness, I waited. For Cathy to get ready for bed with her husband. I wondered if they were kissing, cuddling, maybe more. Yet I knew, almost instinctively, that she wasn't. This guy was a couch potato, someone who had clearly forgotten the woman he had married. The only affection he offered was when he was horny, and then it only lasted for a short time – until he got off. If there was any kissing happening upstairs, it was likely a simple peck.

I thought of Cathy giving him that slight peck as they both laid in their bed. I thought of that same mouth wrapped around my cock just a short time ago. I wondered if their bodies touched at all under the sheets, but figured they likely didn't. Had she taken the time to clean my cum out of her pussy, or was she laying there beside him, her lower half soaked in our juices? 

I couldn't believe how horny I was becoming as I waited in the darkness. I could feel my cock bouncing up and down with each new thought, yet had no ability to touch myself. My arms were tied above me, my legs spread to each corner of the bed.

I thought of her amazing nipples, and wanted to suck them again. I wanted to feel her tits pressed against my face. I craved her soft skin against mine, and wondered how long I would have to wait. I could sense that every nerve in my body was on edge, seeking pleasure. I was burning inside, hungry for her touch.

Finally I heard a key in the door, and I peaked over as it cracked open slightly, a single light from the other side flickering in the dark. I realized it was a candle, and I watched as it came into view as the door opened wider.

Cathy slide in and quickly shut the door behind her, locking it. She stood there smiling, the candle in one hand. I couldn't believe what she was wearing, and was in awe of what happened next.

I'd better let her tell it...



Satisfaction Attained



The day dragged on and on. Claire watched as the last few minutes ticked away. She had already organized her affairs and was now just waiting until she could go. It was Friday, so the traffic would be horrible, but at least she had a few days off. She longed to be home in her quiet apartment. Eventually, the clock struck five. She walked briskly down to the parking garage and started her car. She hurried and managed to get five minutes down the freeway when she ran into grid locked traffic. She sighed and turned up the music.

Claire was a thirty one year old accountant. She was happy, financially stable, and utterly single. She had just paid all her school loans off, as she had only graduated two years ago. She was 5'9, just over a hundred forty pounds. She worked out four times a week at a gym.

Claire got home at exactly six. She checked her mail before heading up to her two bedroom apartment, where she lived alone. She walked in and dropped the mail on her kitchen counter. She quickly changed into jeans and a sweater. Her office clothes got deposited in the hamper. She slipped on her sandals and went to watch the news. 

At six thirty she heard a knock on the door. She frowned and went to answer it. She opened the door and looked at the person. She immediately recognized her neighbor. She lived next door to a single mother and her 18 year old daughter. The person who had knocked was the daughter. 

"Hey Claire." The cheerful young woman greeted her.

"Hi Bree." Claire answered. "Come on in." Claire opened the door and motioned for Bree to enter. Bree did so quickly and Claire closed the door behind her. Bree and Claire had formed an unlikely friendship several months back, and now were good friends. The high school senior looked up to Claire as a mentor and role model and Claire looked to Bree as almost a niece.

Bree's mother had to go out of town a lot, and it was acceptable for her to stay with Claire as supervision. Bree wasn't able to stay home alone any longer because her mother caught her smoking pot during one of her mother's trips. 

Claire didn't mind the teen age girl staying with her. Bree was kind and cheerful all the time. It was a welcome break from Claire's normal routine. Claire and Bree sat down on Claire's couch and the girl let out a sigh.

"What's up Bree?" Claire asked.

"My mom is coming over pretty soon." Bree informed her. "Something came up and she has to leave for the weekend. She's upset though because she doesn't want to ask you because its like, the last minute or something, and my grandparents don't want me." Bree finished.

"Oh its no problem, you can stay here for a few days. You aren't an inconvenience at all." Claire reassured her.

"Are you sure?" Bree asked. "I really don't want to trouble you." 

"Its no trouble, I don't have any big weekend plans." Claire smiled.

"No hot dates?" Bree asked with a grin. Then her grin slid away replaced by a look of anxious worry. "I would feel so bad if you wanted to have company or something. You have to tell me if something comes up." Bree finished earnestly.

Claire laughed. "No I have no plans to have any guys over if that's what you were trying to say." 

Bree blushed. "Promise you would tell me, I can make myself scarce." 

"I will tell you, I promise." Claire said.

They exchanged a brief hug and Bree left. Bree's mother Harriet came over shortly and Claire invited her in.

"Was Bree just here?" Harriet asked.

"Yes, she told me something came up. It's no problem that she stays here for a few days." Claire assured her.

"I feel horrible, I hate putting you in this position." Harriet said worriedly. 

"Don't feel bad, if it is ever a problem I will let you know. I had no plans this weekend." Claire said.

"Thank you so much. She can be over at our place until eleven I told her." Harriet said. 

"Ok." Claire said.

"She has money if anything comes up, and she has food at our place." Harriet said.

"It's not a problem, she always brings stuff over, and she isn't any trouble." Claire reassured Harriet. "She's a good girl."

"I know. She feels a lot better staying here. She doesn't like sleeping in our apartment with no one else." 

"I understand, that's why I don't mind her staying here." Claire said.

Harriet thanked her again, and left the number of the hotel where she would be staying. Claire dutifully took it down and put it on the fridge. 

"Well, I have to leave, my flight is in about two hours." Harriet grimaced.

"Have a good time." Claire said, and Harriet excused herself.

Claire closed the door behind her and went back to watching the news.

Two hours later, she heard a knock on the door again. She got up to answer it and invited Bree in. Bree was carrying a duffle bag with some clothes and her pillow.

"I feel silly, I just live next door." Bree said.

"Don't feel silly, it makes your mom happy, to know that you will be supervised or something." Claire grinned at her.

"I know." Bree agreed.

They lived in a nice apartment complex and when Bree stayed, she had her own room. It was normally Claire's computer room, but she had a futon that folded out into a queen sized bed. Bree dumped her stuff and rejoined Claire in the living room.

"So, what are your plans?" Claire asked Bree.

"I was going to go to a movie with Danny." Bree said.

"What time?" Claire asked.

"At like 9 or so I think." Bree said.

"Ok, are you going to have dinner here?" Claire asked.

"Yeah, if that's ok." Bree said.

"It's not a problem." Claire said for what seemed the like the hundredth time. 

"I need to go to the store. Do you want to come with me?" Claire asked.

"Sure." Bree agreed cheerfully.

The two left shortly after, Claire driving and Bree chatting away in the passenger seat. They arrived at the store shortly after and entered. "So what do you feel like?" Claire asked Bree. They were wandering down the isles at the supermarket. "I don't know." Bree said. "Something light… something heavy?" Claire asked. After a few minutes of negotiating they settled on chicken and rice. Claire looked at Bree. "I don't have anything to drink really. What do you want?" Claire asked. "What types of drinks?" Bree asked with a grin. "Depends on what you want." Claire raised her eyebrows. "We should get tons of alcohol and get smashed!" Bree said wickedly. "Oh really…" Claire murmured. "I'm just kidding." Bree said. "No you aren't." Claire laughed. "I would if you would." Bree said challengingly. Claire eyed Bree shrewdly but did in the end break down and buy a bottle of tequila and another of margarita mix. They headed back to Claire's apartment. Claire made dinner with Bree's help and they laughed and enjoyed a comfortable meal. Bree closed herself in the bathroom and emerged a short while later with freshly applied make up and in different clothes. Claire checked her watch. "What time will you be back?" Claire asked. "Probably around midnight I think." Bree said tentatively. "Does your mom know you are going out with Danny?" Claire asked. "Yeah, but I was supposed to be home by eleven." Bree confessed. "Ok, that's all right." Bree packed a small purse and Danny came by shortly after. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Danny and Bree left for the evening. Claire had given Bree a key to her apartment for when she stayed, so Claire locked the door behind them. Claire changed out of her jeans and put on some loose sweat pants. She took off her bra and put on a loose t-shirt and grabbed a blanket. She sat on the couch and flipped through the channels. Finding a made for television movie that seemed interesting enough she started watching it. About an hour later, her phone rang. She leaned over to grab it and muted the television. She answered it and Bree's cheerful voice greeted her. "Hi Bree, what's up?" Claire asked. "Claire, I was kinda wondering something." Bree said hesitantly. "Yes?" Claire asked. "I totally understand if you say no… but I was wondering if Danny could come over tonight." Bree asked. Claire frowned and remained quiet for a minute. "That would be all right, for a while. What happened to the movie?" Claire asked. "Nothing looked good; we just drove around for a while." Bree said. "But Claire, there is more, I was wondering if Danny could drink with us." Claire frowned again and spoke softly into the phone. "So are you asking if he can stay over? You know I would never let someone underage drink and drive." Claire said. "Yeah. I was kind of asking if he could stay over. He can sleep on the couch and he will leave early in the morning." Bree said quickly. "What would your mother say?" Claire asked. "She would flip." Bree said honestly. "I'm not sure." Claire said. "Why don't you guys come over and we can talk about it in person? You both can hang out here regardless." "Ok, thank you Claire." They both hung up and Claire sat worrying. She didn't always enforce rules with Bree, but having a guy sleep over was a big one. She considered for half an hour until Bree and Danny arrived. They both looked like a pair of guilty teen-agers. Claire joked with them to ease their embarrassment and they were soon at ease. Claire liked Danny; he was a senior along with Bree. She had only met him twice before, but he was polite and seemed to treat Bree right. Bree had told her they had been dating for about two months now. The three of them sat on the couch and Claire turned off the television. She looked at them both seriously and they looked back worriedly. "I'm thirty one years old. I know that may seem old to you 18 year olds, but I remember very well what you are going through right now." Claire started. "I decided that it's ok for you to stay here Danny, provided its ok with your parents." "It is." Danny put in. Claire nodded. "Also, we can all drink together, but you both are staying here if we do." Claire said. "Of course." Bree said. Danny nodded as well. Claire smiled and got up. Bree and Danny grinned at each other and held hands. Claire went to the kitchen and Bree and Danny followed after a minute. Claire emptied an ice tray into her blender. Bree and Danny sat on stools at the counter and watched Claire move about the kitchen. She tried making small talk. "So how's swimming going Danny?" Claire asked. "Good. We have out last meet next week." He said. "Are you sad you will be done?" Claire asked. "Not really, but it was fun while I did it." Danny replied. "What about you Bree? How's school going?" Claire asked as she poured the margarita mix into the blender. "Ok. I think I might fail French." Bree confided. "What?" Claire asked. "Well, not really. But probably like a C." Bree said in a depressed voice. "You should study more." Claire said. "Probably. How's work Claire?" Bree said, not very deftly changing the subject. Claire grinned. "It's fine. Thank you." Claire said. They talked for a little while longer, and then the margaritas were done. Claire poured three tall glasses and handed them out. "Remember, after the first sip you are stuck here." She warned. Bree and Danny looked at each other and smiled. They both took a sip together. Claire smiled at the pair and sipped her own margarita. She had made them strong. The three of them decided to watch a movie. Bree ran over to her apartment and grabbed one of her mother's. It was just a romantic comedy, but it was one of the better ones. Claire got up twice to make more batches of margaritas. She excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned she saw Bree and Danny kissing. She cleared her throat and sat down in the recliner she had been using. Bree and Danny stopped immediately and grinned at her. She chuckled and they all continued watching the movie. When it was finished Claire looked at her watch. It was half past midnight, and she was kind of tired. The margaritas hadn't helped, and she rose. "I think I am going to bed kids." Claire said. Bree looked up at her sadly, and Danny looked at his watch. "I didn't realize it was so late." Danny said. "Its not that late, but I worked today." Claire said. "Help yourselves to the margarita stuff, don't do straight shots, I don't want anyone sick. And don't do anything you don't think I would approve of." She finished. "Ok. Thank you Claire." Bree got up quickly and gave Claire a big hug. Claire returned the hug and wished Danny a goodnight. He echoed it and she walked back to her bedroom. She came out a little while later, to get a glass of water. She saw Bree and Danny watching television, so she went to bed content. Once in bed, Claire had a hard time falling asleep. Just as she was dozing off, she heard Bree giggle. It woke her up and she looked at the clock. It was a little after one in the morning. Claire turned on a small night lamp and reached for the book she had been reading. She read until the clock said two. She had to use the restroom and she wanted to see if the Bree and Danny were still up. She softly exited her room and made her way to the bathroom. She heard something from the living room and walked softly towards the entrance. She saw that the television was still on. She looked at the couch and saw Danny. She looked around in confusion for Bree and didn't see her. She was about to speak when she heard Danny moan. Claire's eyes widened. She took a step back. She moved as far to the right as she could, and sure enough, she saw Bree's head bobbing in Danny's lap. Claire's hand flew to her mouth. She silently stepped backwards and retreated to her room. She had just witnessed Bree giving Danny a blowjob. In her own living room. Claire closed the door to her room as softly as she could. She sat numbly on the bed. She wondered how far Bree and Danny were sexually. She had to go the bathroom but there was no way she was going back out there. Claire sat on her bed wondering what she should do, or if she was supposed to even do anything. It wasn't any of her business she told herself firmly. She tried to read again but she couldn't stop thinking about what she had seen. About fifteen minutes later she heard the guest bedroom door close. She felt pressure in her bladder. She stood slowly up. She walked silently to her door. She listened but didn't hear anything. Hoping the coast was clear, she loudly opened her door. She walked straight to the bathroom and closed the door. She sat on the toilet and relieved herself. When she was finished washing her hands she splashed some water on her face. She wiped her hands off and prepared to go back out. She opened the door loudly, and walked into the living room. She didn't take anyone by surprise. She didn't see anyone period. She looked at the couch where bedding was laid down presumably for Danny. It was empty though, and Claire whirled around. She looked at the guest door closed and sighed. Claire walked softly into the kitchen and made finished off the last of the margarita mix in the blender. She took her full cup back with her to her room. She set the cup on the nightstand after taking another sip. The alcohol had her feeling good, but she couldn't stop thinking about what she saw. Bree going down on Danny. She wondered what they were doing in their room. As soon as she thought this, she heard something. It sounded like a distant cry. Claire sat up slowly. She stood up and walked to her door. She opened it and peered out into the dark hall. There was a light coming from under the guest room door. She stepped close to it and froze. She heard Bree. She heard Danny. She heard a rhythmic sound. She stepped closer to the door, and almost put her ear against it. It couldn't be anything else. They were fucking on her futon. Claire stood transfixed. She stood listening for a fully minute. She was just about to move away when she heard something clearly through the door. "Harder!" Bree's muffled voice carried through the door. Claire could not believe it. Her mind screamed at her to leave, but she couldn't. Her body had a mind of its own. She stood listening at the door intently. The rhythmic sounds coming from the room continued and she heard Bree moan loudly. Claire raised a hand to her chest. Her right hand started gently brushing her left nipple through her t-shirt. Claire closed her eyes and then they snapped open. She felt her pulse quicken. What the hell was she doing? She had started to fondle herself, while listening to her teen-age neighbor have sex. Her mind again insisted that she return to her room. She listened this time. She closed the door as softly as she could and went back to sit on her bed. She realized that she was turned on. She felt her hard nipples and looked down between her legs. Claire felt like another person. She lay down on the bed. She slid her right hand under her shirt. She stroked her left nipple for a few minutes thinking about the sounds. Thinking about the actions coming from the next room. She stopped caring and she slid her left hand down her sweat pants. Claire's hand moved along her hips and past her pubic hair. She tenderly touched the top of her slit. She closed her eyes in pleasure. She was only teasing herself, gently running her index finger and middle finger along her lips. She felt herself growing more and more aroused. She gently parted her lips and her middle finger found her clit. She shuddered and rubbed it softly. After a few minutes she was rubbing it harder. She slowed and stopped. She hastily stood up and pulled off her t-shirt and stripped out of her pants. She moved to her closet. She bent down and grabbed a much used shoe box. She opened it and looked through the contents. She owned two dildos and a vibrator. She selected the smaller dildo, and put the rest back. She was going to lie back down on the bed until she had an idea. She went back to the closet. Sure enough, through the thin material the sounds of lovemaking were louder. She carefully moved shoes and boxes out of the way. Silently, she lay down in her closet. She scooted her head next to the wall and pressed her ear against it. The guest bed was on the other side of her thin closet wall. She could hear the creaking of the bed and the occasional moan escaping through the wall. Claire used her right hand to tweak her nipples. They were rock hard now and she used her fingernails to tease them. She ran her middle finger softly over each tip and then circled out. She did this repeatedly and felt herself grow more aroused. In her left hand she held the small dildo. She moved it down to her crotch. She held on to the base and let the tip brush against her slit. She used the tip lightly, and teased her clit a few times. She slid the dildo down against her opening and paused. She drew a deep breath and plunged the dildo inside of herself. She gasped. She slowly drew it back and then plunged it again in. She rubbed the dildo back and forth against her g-spot. Her right hand moved down from her nipples and started rubbing her clit. She shuddered with pleasure. She continued massaging her clit with her right hand and fucking herself with the dildo in her left hand. She started writhing, all the while, listening intently to the action on the other side of the thin wall. She could hear the two teenagers going at it. She pictured them in her mind. In her mind, she pictured Danny taking Bree from behind. Entering her wet hole and holding onto Bree's hair. She imagined Bree crying out from pleasure. She imagined herself masturbating on the futon after Bree was gone. It sent her over the edge. She felt the orgasm rushing through her body. Her pussy clenched, and she pumped the dildo harder. Her right hand furiously worked her clit and she cried out. It was soft, but it was also a reality check. Her breathing slowed and she slowly stopped entering herself. She rubbed her clit as she pulled the dildo out and set it aside next to her. She rubbed up and down her wet lips and then stopped that as well. She lay breathing hard on the closet floor. After a few minutes she noticed something. She didn't hear the sounds of lovemaking from the next room. She wondered when they had finished. She got up slowly. She felt silly walking out of her closet, but ignored it. She downed her melted margarita and wondered what to do. She was no longer tired and she felt strangely alive. Her whole body felt alive, and she still felt aroused. She grabbed a silk bathrobe she only wore when she was along and wrapped it around her naked body. She looked down and saw her nipples poking through the thin material. She figured the teen-agers would be asleep, so she felt fine leaving her bedroom. She stepped slowly out of her room and noticed that the bathroom was occupied. She briefly considered retreating back to her room, but dismissed the notion. She made her way to the kitchen and then jumped when she almost ran into Bree. It was dark and both the women were startled by the other. "Just getting something to drink." Bree said. "Me too." Claire said. Claire flipped the main light on since they were both there and Bree blushed at her. Bree was in a t-shirt. Only a small tight t-shirt. Claire was startled and stared down at Bree. Bree didn't move away, but her face turned beet red. Claire stared at the bald mound in fascination and then tore her gaze up. It was now Claire's turn to blush. "I'm sorry I just…" Claire began. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't, uh, I didn't know you'd be up." Bree said. Claire moved around to the kitchen counter and sat down on a stool. Bree made no move to hide herself or grab some more clothes. Claire giggled nervously. "So you shave I take it?" She asked lightly. Bree looked down at her bare pubic mound. "Yeah." Bree answered simply. "Is it… better?" Claire asked, embarrassed. "I think so." Bree answered. "It's only because Danny shaves too." "What?" Claire was startled. "He's a swimmer, so he shaves his legs, but he shaved everything else too." Bree giggled. "He has no pubic hair?" Claire asked. "None. Sometimes I help him shave it." Bree said. "Oh my…" Claire started but just looked down shaking her head. "I didn't mean to pry." "No! It's ok. I don't mind talking about stuff with you, I've wanted to before actually." Bree said quickly. "You can talk to me about anything, I just feel like I am being nosy." Claire said. Bree just smiled at her. She was about to speak when Danny came walking around the corner. He stared in startled surprise at Claire, who blushed again. Danny was wearing only a pair of boxers. He looked embarrassed and quickly went to cover himself up. Bree stopped him though. "Look. I'm naked below the waist and Claire is dressed really sexy too, so you can just stand there in your boxers." Bree said firmly. Claire looked down at her robe and realized her hard nipples were very visible. She refused to let herself be embarrassed, so she smiled at Danny. "Yeah. Don't worry about it Danny." She told him. Danny grinned sheepishly at the two women. He made no further move to cover himself up. Claire looked at Bree. "How's that drink coming?" Claire said. "I could use another one too." Bree giggled nervously. She turned around and started pouring the mixes again. Claire was startled and found herself staring at Bree's naked butt. Bree didn't play sports herself, but she had a tight body, and Claire stared at the cute behind. She closed her eyes and when she opened them she saw Danny staring at her breasts. She blushed and looked down at the counter. "I'm sorry." Danny mumbled. It was now his turn to blush. "Oh its all right." Claire told him. "What?" Bree asked, still not turning around. "He was checking me out." Claire giggled. "He what?" Bree turned around and glared at Danny. "I'm sorry." Danny said again. "I said it was fine." Claire realized he was now apologizing to Bree. "Stupid me, here and I thought someone might look at me." Bree said in a pouting voice. "We both did." Danny said. "It's a nice view."




Satisfaction Attained



Claire looked at Danny who was now grinning. Despite her embarrassment she seconded this.

"That's why it was ok that Danny looked at my boobs. I was just checking out your butt so fair's fair." Claire said.

"So who do I get to check out now?" Bree asked and turned around. She held three glasses in her hands. Danny reached over and grabbed one and Bree handed the other to Claire, who took it gratefully.

"Check out whoever you want." Danny said to her. "I certainly don't mind." 

"And you Claire?" Bree asked.

"I guess I agree with Danny." Claire said nervously. She wondered how this conversation had started. 

"Ok." Bree said with a grin.

The three quietly sipped their drinks. Bree looked back and froth between Danny and Claire. 

"Well, since we are all up, I say we play drinking games." Bree suggested cheerfully.

"Bree…" Claire started. "I don't think that's a good idea." 

"I want to see you smashed!" Bree smiled and looked at Claire.

"Exactly, I don't think that's a good idea." Claire countered.

"At least take a shot. We all will." Bree said. 

"One shot." Claire said. Bree giggled and poured three shots of tequila. Danny downed his instantly. Bree waited for Claire. The two women looked at each other. They raised the glasses simultaneously and did the shot. When Bree finished she jumped up and down and made a disgusted face. Claire did her shot with more poise and merely grimaced.

"One more." Bree said.

"Bree…" Claire started warningly.

"One more." Bree said firmly.

"I am not doing any more then, after this one." Claire said. 

"Fair enough." Bree giggled at her.

After the next shot Bree dragooned them into moving to the couch. Claire stood up carefully, her head feeling light. They had been drinking all night, not heavily, but it was starting to catch up to each of them.

Claire made sure the robe was secure around her and noticed that her nipples were still hard. She sighed and made her was to her chair. The two teenagers sat on the couch again, Bree still naked from the waist down and Danny in his boxers. 

They all stretched out. Bree shamelessly say with her legs spread apart, providing an extremely revealing view for both Danny and Claire. She seemed aware of this, and smiled towards the ceiling. Danny crossed his legs and Claire's eyes widened when she though she saw a bulge in his boxers. 

Claire followed Bree's lead, by leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes. She heard a giggle. She opened her eyes and looked at Bree. Bree was looking at Danny who was shaking his head. Claire raised her eyebrow. 

Danny looked at her and blushed. He looked angry and looked down at the floor.

Bree was smiling wide and looked at Claire. 

"Danny has a boner and wants to go put pants on and I told him no." Bree explained.

"Bree…" Danny started in an angry voice.

"Listen up you two, I love both of you, you are my favorite people in the world." Bree said and both Danny and Claire looked at her.

"I feel completely safe and open with both of you. So if I say something about how Danny has a boner, or that Claire has great tits, just accept it ok?" Bree demanded.

Claire looked at Danny who was looking at Bree.

"She is letting me stay here, and I think you are embarrassing her." Danny said to Bree. "I don't think that's cool." 

"Claire, are you embarrassed? Do you want me to stop acting like this?" Bree asked her plaintively.

"Yes, I am embarrassed, but no, I don't want you to stop acting like this. I'm actually having a lot of fun." Claire admitted.

"Are you sure?" Danny asked.

"Yes. Thank you for trying to protect my feelings Danny, I do appreciate it." Claire told him.

"So is that all settled?" Bree asked.

"Yes." Danny said.

"Yes." Claire echoed. 

Bree giggled and stood up. She pulled off her t-shirt. Claire stared at her and so did Danny. Claire raised an eyebrow.

"The bottom half is more embarrassing than the top half." Bree said to them both. Bree sat back down on the couch naked. Claire tried not to stare at the lithe body. Bree had small breasts, topped with small dark nipples. Her green eyes danced. Claire shook her gaze away from the young woman and tried to clear her head. 

"Uncross your legs Danny." Bree said and looked at him. He stared at her with an unreadable expression. Claire was expecting some outburst but Danny didn't say a thing. 

He uncrossed his legs, and moved his hands to behind his head and he leaned back. Bree giggled and Claire stared. Her eyes were wide and locked onto Danny's crotch. A large erection was tenting the boxer's obscenely. Claire closed her mouth and muttered to herself.

"Oh my god." Claire whispered.

"Ha!" Bree laughed. "I didn't think you would do it!"

"And let you top me?" Danny asked. He looked at Claire briefly and then stared back at Bree.

"I told her you shaved too." Bree told Danny.

Danny looked embarrassed again and his erection wavered. It caused Claire to giggle. He looked down and grinned. It rose again and remained at attention. 

"Why did you tell her that?" Danny asked.

"She asked about your package." Bree started. Claire was too startled to protest yet. "She wanted to know what it was like. She asked me to describe it." 

"No I didn't!" Claire protested. 

"It's ok Claire." Bree said.

"I didn't say that Danny." Claire said to Danny. He grinned and nodded and then rolled his eyes in Bree's direction.

"I've never been with a guy who shaved down there." Claire said and then blushed. She couldn't believe she had just said that.

Bree grinned. "Danny is only my second guy. And he is WAY better than the other, so I don't know if it is or was because of him shaving. The other guy didn't and he was totally hairy. I didn't like going down on him." Bree finished.

Claire raised her eyebrows. 

"Hear what she said?" Danny said.

"What do you mean?" Claire asked him. 

"Danny!" Bree started warningly.

"I may be the second guy but ask her about girls!" Danny said but was soon tackled. Bree had leapt up and dived at him. They wrestled for a twenty seconds while Claire laughed at their silliness.

Bree stood up and turned coldly away from Danny. Danny and Claire just giggled. 

"Claire, please tell Danny I am no longer speaking to him." Bree said to Claire.

"Bree, don't be mad just because he joked about you." Claire said.

Bree and Danny exchanged a glance. Bree looked at Claire.

"He wasn't joking though." Bree said seriously.

Claire opened her mouth in surprise. She closed it again and her eyebrows rose.

"Oh." Was all Claire could say.

Bree looked embarrassed and Danny tried to hide a grin.

Claire recovered herself. "So you've been with two guys… how many girls?" Claire asked in surprise.

"Three." Bree said and looked down at her knees. "Do you know my friend Erin?" 

Claire was fascinated, and nodded. 

"Her and her older sister for two, and then another girl at school." Bree said.

Claire shook her head.

"The things we don't know about people." Claire said.

"Have you ever been with another woman?" Danny asked Claire.

Claire felt her face blush. She couldn't lie though.

"Yes." Claire said, her face flushed.

Bree grinned wide. "Tell me about her, or them." She said longingly.

"One was when I was twenty four, and the other was… about six months ago." Claire said.

"Did you guys date... or was it just sex?" Bree asked, again that longing in her voice which confused Claire.

"I dated the first one, and the second was just a one night thing. Two actually." Claire said in embarrassment.

"Two?" Bree asked, confused.

"Well, it was two nights. Like, in a row, I stayed at her house." Claire said.

"I bet that was wild!" Bree exclaimed.

Claire frantically sought for a way to change the conversation. 

"So I guess us girls are bi then, what about you Danny? Ever been with another guy?" Claire asked.

"No." Danny said.

"But he's thought about it!" Bree exclaimed.

Danny looked horrified.

"It's ok Danny." Claire reassured him. She felt glad that she was out of the spotlight. 

"First you tell her I shave, then you tell her that!" Danny said angrily. "I don't think I'm putting out to you anymore!" 

"That's ok; I'll just use one of Claire's dildos!" Bree said with a laugh.

Claire paled.

She put her face in her hands.

Bree cursed herself. She looked at Claire with a scared face. 

"That just slipped out… I'm sorry, I found them once." Bree said apologetically.

Claire sat perfectly still in her chair with her hands covering her face.

"Claire! Please don't hate me, I'm sorry I said that, please!" Bree said frantically.

When Claire raised her face she wore a huge grin.

"I've just realized I have nothing to be embarrassed about compared to what you both have already shared and are sharing. Don't worry Bree. It's ok. It may be the alcohol but right now I don't even care." Claire said. "Yes. I own two dildos and a vibrator; I masturbate when I get lonely. Hell, I masturbated tonight while you two were screwing like rabbits!" Claire said.

Bree and Danny looked at her in shock. Claire just laughed.

"It gets better, the first time I came out I watched you," She pointed at Bree, "Suck him," She pointed at Danny, "And it turned me on." 

"While we are sharing things, I think I can honestly say that both of us were thinking about you while we were doing it tonight." Bree said.

"You were?" Claire asked in a confused voice. "Why?" 

"Because you were in the next room. And you are beautiful." Danny said.

"You are Claire. I think about you a lot like that." Bree said.

"Well. I thought about you two tonight." Claire said. The sensible part of her brain had died of shame earlier tonight, now her lust filled brain just sat back and laughed.

The three of them smiled at each other. Claire giggled. Bree and Danny looked at her.

"I can't help but noticing that Danny is still pretty excited." Claire said.

Bree laughed as well. She leaned over closer to Danny.

"How are you doing?" She asked him.

"We," He pointed to his chest, and then to his crotch, "Are doing well." 

"We can see he's doing well." Bree said and brushed her hand against Danny's erection. 

"Hey now. No teasing in front of company." Danny said in mock seriousness.

"Oh I don't mind." Claire laughed.

"Truly?" Bree said and looked seriously at Claire.

"Not at all." Claire said with a wink, continuing the joke.

"Not even… if I did this?" Bree said and put her hand on Danny's erection. She moved it subtly and the hard dick popped through the fly and stood out in the open air. Claire stared at it and watched as Bree's hand grabbed the shaft.

"I still don't mind." Claire said.

Bree started moving her hand up and down. Danny stared at Bree and Claire. Bree never took her eyes from Claire's face. She slowly jacked Danny off, and watched Claire's reaction. After thirty seconds of this, Bree raised her eyebrows.

"I still don't mind." Claire heard her voice say.

"What if I did this?" Bree asked, and dropped off the couch. She positioned herself between Danny's legs and placed her mouth around the head of his dick. She leaned forward and took the dick halfway into her mouth. She slowly brought her mouth off of it, she lowered it again and again. She stopped after half a minute and looked at Claire.

"I still don't mind. But I think he does. You aren't following through." Claire said and pointed to Danny who's face showed anticipation and pleasure.

"So you wouldn't mind if I followed through entirely?" Bree asked softly.

"I wouldn't mind." Claire answered.

That was all Bree needed. She moved her head back to Danny's crotch and gently kissed the head of his penis. It was rock hard and she opened her mouth to accommodate it. She used her tongue to gently suck the underside of the head. Danny gasped in pleasure. She moved her mouth farther down onto his shaft, rolling her tongue back and forth. 

Danny felt his dick being massaged in Bree's mouth. He had been staring at her while she did this but he tore his gaze to Claire for a split second. It almost made him cum right then. Claire was watching with a glazed over expression and her large breasts were slightly heaving.

Bree continued to suck on Danny's shaft. She moved one hand to her right nipple and starting tweaking it. She sucked the long shaft and closed her mouth. She lowered her mouth until the head was towards the base of her throat. She loosened her throat muscles and Danny groaned again. He always enjoyed being deep-throated and she loved doing it. She continued bobbing and then pulled up a little. Her mouth concentrated on the head and she wondered if he would cum soon. 

Claire watched Bree suck on Danny. She stared, unable to move. She fought the urge to masturbate right there. She was so aroused by the sight before her, who these people were, and what they were doing. The tequila she had drunk had made her light headed. Her mouth was parted slightly, and she stared in awe at them. Her hand moved of its own accord and reached up to caress her left nipple. She caressed her hard nipple through the thin fabric. She stared at both of them while she did this. Danny had glanced in her direction and then continued to look down at Bree. Bree had her hands full, or more appropriately, her mouth, so she couldn't look over. 

Claire pulled her robe out of the way. Now her left nipple was exposed. She pinched it softly and rubbed the hard areola. She stopped only to bring her finger to her mouth, wet it, and bring it back down to massage the swollen nipple. She was sure she would make a mess on the chair, she felt she was that wet. She pinched her rock hard nipple and let out a gasp as Danny cried out.

"I'm going to cum." He cried out. "Now." He shuddered. 

Claire gazed on longingly at Bree, who remained locked on his shaft. Danny's body gave a spasm. Bree never unlocked her mouth from his shaft. After a moment Danny's head leaned back against the couch and he breathed quickly. His chest heaved and he looked down at Bree. Bree continued sucking on his dick, even though she had already swallowed his load. After a little while she stopped. She moved up and kissed Danny on the cheek. She smiled at him and then turned to Claire.

Claire hadn't stopped massaging her left breast, although she did so now. She decided not to pull her robe back over her breast, since both the teen-agers eyes were now locked on her erect nipple. She smiled at them.

"That was quite a show." Claire said. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Bree said, but didn't take her eyes off of Claire's nipple.

"I feel like I owe you both something." Claire said.

Without anyone saying another word, Claire leaned forward. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to her waist. She left her large breasts stay exposed. She sat up straight and made sure the robe covered her pubic region. She smiled at them and spoke softly.

"Do you like?" Claire asked.

"Totally." A breathless Danny replied.

"Very much Claire, I've wanted to see that for the last four months." Bree said huskily, staring at her chest.

Claire just smiled. 

"What would you young people like to do now?" Claire asked.

"You don't want to know." Bree answered.

"I think I do." Claire replied.

"No I don't know if you do." Danny added.

"Try me." Claire responded.

"I want to suck. I want to lick and suck your chest." Bree answered.

"I second that." Danny said.

Claire simply nodded. She cupped her breasts as if offering them to the teen-agers.

Bree was the first to move forward. She slid off the couch and walked shakily forward. She knelt down and placed her mouth on Claire's left breast. Claire felt the stimulation run straight up into her brain, and straight down, into her clit. She closed her eyes and leaned back. A second later she felt Danny's mouth attach to her right nipple. She moaned in pleasure. 

Claire wrapped her arms around the two young people's heads and pulled them hard into her chest. Bree was the first to respond and she did so with her teeth. Claire cried out as Bree bit her nipple, not to hard, but just hard enough. She felt her clit burning with desire and she let go of Danny's head to reach down and relieve the tension. Before she got to her target though, her hand was intercepted by Bree's hand. Bree stopped her attention on Claire's nipple only long enough to say a few words.

"No. Let us take care of that. Don't touch yourself." And with that, Bree went back to lapping at Claire's nipple. Danny was doing well too, both her nipples felt incredible. Claire needed to cum. She murmured softly.

"Move down Bree… move down."

Bree did not comply. But she did utilize her hands. Bree's mouth never left Claire's nipple but her hand did reach down to Claire's wet slit. Her gentle fingers parted Claire. Claire felt a wave of electricity stemming from her slit shoot throughout her entire body. Bree gently slid her middle finger inside of Claire's wet opening. Her thumbed stretched forward and found Claire's swollen clit. Claire felt the orgasm shake her body. As soon as Bree massaged her clit, it pushed her over the edge. Danny was dutifully concentrating on her nipple and Bree never let up either. 

After a few mind numbing minutes Claire cried out.

"Stop. Right now." She uttered. The two who were pleasuring her stopped and looked up at her. Claire stood up quickly and ran to her room. She returned with a dildo and a bottle of lubrication. She asked Bree to lie down.

Bree complied and lay on the ground. Claire handed her the dildo and told her it was for her to use. Bree giggled and kissed the dildo. She then slid it down to her wet opening and began pulsing it inside of herself. Cylia handed the bottle of lubrication to Danny. He looked at her questioningly. 

"I want you to fuck my asshole." Claire said sharply. She had lost any inhibitions she had ever entertained. All she could think of was that she needed a mind shattering orgasm or she would explode. Bree's eyes widened with this proclamation and she stared at Claire longingly as she toyed herself. 

Bree made a move as if to get up but then Claire was on top of her. Claire straddled Bree's face, and lowered her burning pussy onto Bree's cool lips. Claire felt Bree's tongue slide up and flick her clit and she fell forward onto her elbows. She felt two hands grab her hips. She felt the head of Danny's penis probe her asshole. She was glad she was already leaning on her elbows or she was afraid she would have fallen. Danny's penis pushed forward and Claire almost screamed. She felt her asshole expand and it took the penis inside. Danny had used plenty of lubrication and it was better than she had expected. She felt the walls of her rectum expanding and her body shuddered. She felt completely filled. The penis kept penetrating and she tried hard not to scream.

"Stop Danny!" She cried. "Go slower. Suck me Bree. I need it! I need it!" She cried down at Bree. Bree responded with a mind shattered bite, on her outer lips, pushing sensation through and into her clit. Claire almost cried, she couldn't ever remember experiencing so much pleasure at once. Danny had been slowly pushing. She felt him start to buck back and forth.

Claire felt overwhelmed. She could not string a coherent sentence at that instant to save her life. She remained on her elbows and knees. She kept her ass high in the air to allow easy access to Danny. She looked down and saw Bree on her back, propped up on her elbows licking along Claire's slick slit. 

Claire felt the orgasm start. Her entire body experienced one long orgasm. She felt her head swimming as Danny started thrusting faster than she believed possible. She was dimly aware of Bree moaning as well. 




Satisfaction Attained



Claire shuddered and was aware of Danny saying something.

"I'm about to cum! Do you want it in your ass?" He asked.

"Shoot it on Bree, I'll lick it off!" Claire cried as she tried to control her convulsions. Her statement caused Danny to cum right there. In one swift motion he pulled out of Claire's tight asshole and spread an arc of semen on Bree's stomach. He next volley landed at her breasts, then his last landed right on her bald pubic area. He collapsed backwards and lay panting. Claire was finally coming down from her orgasm and the tongue still lapping at her clit was starting to be too much sensation. She stood up at her knees. She scooted back. Bree was disappointed and wanted to continue eating her out, but Claire couldn't handle it. Instead Claire fell over and moved towards Bree's mouth. Bree knew what was coming but was still immensely pleased when it did happen. Bree and Claire's lips locked and Claire sucked herself from Bree's mouth.

Bree had been using Claire's dildo the whole time, and she let it withdraw from her wet hole. She brought it up to Claire's mouth. Claire kissed it, and then licked along the shaft. Bree grinned into her face and they kissed again. Longer, and slower. Claire rolled onto her back and lay catching her breath, staring at the ceiling. Bree and Danny were already doing the same and the three sat in silence for almost five minutes.

"I am such a fucking slut. I cannot believe I just did that." Claire said softly. She felt tears well up behind her eyes. "I just had to cum… I couldn't help myself." Claire said pitifully.

"Claire. If you think that was bad, give us ten minutes as we'll show you bad." Bree said confidently.

"What?" Claire asked, confused.

"You think you're getting away that easy?" Bree demanded.

"Getting away? I don't understand." Claire said.

"We gave you a great orgasm correct?" Bree asked.

"Of course. It was amazing." Claire said.

"Well then you owe us. I don't think we'll get much sleep tonight." Bree said confidently.

Claire gave up trying to make sense of the beautiful young woman. Claire wrapped an arm around Bree and murmured softly.

"Whatever you say dear. I'm all yours." Claire whispered.

Bree looked across at her and gave her a wide smile. "I know."

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