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Bed and Breakfast

By: iraussieguy



Tanya and I decided to take a long weekend in the country and stay at a farmhouse B & B that had been recommended by some friends. We packed a few clothes into a suitcase, hopped into the car and headed off on Friday afternoon.

After about a four hour leisurely drive following the directions of our friends we found the lovely B & B, nestled in rolling meadows which were surrounded by woodlands. I grabbed the suitcase and we rang the bell at the front door. We knew that the B & B was owned by a widow but we were unprepared for the stunning lady that welcomed us into her home. Her name was Inga, in her early forties but looked younger, and her accent had Swedish tones. Short cropped blond hair, a lovely smile and, from what I could judge, a great figure covered by loose fitting working clothes and an apron.

After introductions all round, Inga showed us to our luxurious room which had a lovely view over the farm. She told us that for a small extra fee she would cook us a three course meal each night, an offer to which we readily agreed. Tanya and I unpacked and rested while Inga prepared the dinner.

Delicious home made pumpkin soup, roast beef with homegrown veggies and profiteroles for dessert! After dinner Inga joined us for coffee and we chatted away for hours, she was delightful company as well as an excellent hostess. We learnt of how she met her doctor husband when he was in Stockholm for health seminars. It was love at first sight and after a trans-Atlantic love affair they were married and Inga moved to America. They lived on the farm and her husband commuted daily to his practice in a nearby town. Unfortunately her husband died in a car accident a couple of years ago so to make ends meet Inga turned the farmhouse into a successful B & B.

Tanya and I retired early and after a short spanking session we made love and then had a sound night's sleep.

Next morning after breakfast we headed off to explore the countryside and visit a market recommended by Inga in the town. Tanya and I had a lovely day, at the market we found some things that were 'just right' for Christmas presents and the fall colors of the countryside were just lovely. We returned tired and happy to the B & B for another delicious dinner for which Inga joined us and we had more interesting chat with our delightful host.

After dinner I decided to pay Inga for our stay and handed her my credit card.

She returned shortly with a look of annoyance on her face. "Matt, this credit card is no good, it finished yesterday, today is the first day of the month, do you have the new card?"

"I'm sorry Inga," I replied, reaching for my wallet, "My new card must be here somewhere."

I searched my wallet but the new card wasn't there, I must have left it at home.

When I told Inga that I didn't have the new card she got angry.

"What about you Tanya?" she snapped, "Have you got any money on you?"

"Not enough to pay our account, I'm afraid," Tanya said, "I've got a bit of cash but my card is out to it's limit I'm afraid. We'll have to send you a check when we get home, you can trust us you know."

"How do I know I can trust you? It's totally irresponsible of both of you not to be able to pay me, I feel like I should call the police." Inga was quite angry.

"Take it easy Inga," I tried to calm her down, "Ring our friends who recommended your place, they will vouch for us as being reliable and trustworthy. There's no need to involve the police in this matter"

"All right I will ring them, wait here." Inga snapped and went into her little office where she rang our friends.

After a few minutes Inga returned and said that there was no answer at out friends but she had calmed down a little and gave an unexpected ultimatum.

"I can't contact your friends and I suppose I can trust you to send me a check when you get home tomorrow. But you have both been very irresponsible and need to be taught a lesson. I will not call the police if you both agree to accept a spanking from me, and I warn you now, it will be harder than the one you gave Tanya last night!"

"You heard us last night?" Tanya got in before me. "But I thought we were very quiet."

"Yes I could hear you, your room is next to mine. But that's not the issue at the moment. Will you both be spanked or do I have to call the police?"

"I guess we have no option," I replied, as Tanya nodded in agreement. "Let's get this done and over with."

"Wait there while I change into something more suitable," Inga ordered and disappeared into her bedroom via the office.

Tanya and I discussed our situation and agreed that we were doing the right thing. After all, we were both into spanking and neither of us wanted to explain how it all happened to the police.

"Tanya and Matt, come through now," Inga called.

We moved through the office and opened the door to Inga's sitting room, her bedroom could be seen through an open door. We both gasped as we gazed in awe at Inga. Gone were the house work clothes. Inga was now wearing high heel, knee high leather boots with a short leather mini skirt that exposed most of her slim, muscular thighs. A leather waistcoat that showed a large amount of cleavage covered her ample breasts. Her short blond hair above her now made up face completed the vision. The best way I can describe her figure is to compare her with Raquel Welsh at a similar age.

Tanya and I were speechless with shock.

"I guess I omitted to tell you that I met my husband when he came to my dungeon in Stockholm," Inga said with a smile on her face. " In our private life he was my slave, since he died I haven't had a chance to wear this gear so I'm glad you two came along. I'm looking forward to punishing both of you."

"Don't interrupt me," she ordered as I started to speak, "Both of you agreed to be spanked and spanked you will be, I'll toss a coin to see who goes first, heads it's you Tanya, tails it's you Matt."

I looked at Tanya and she shrugged at me as if to say we had no option. I think Tanya was a little excited as she loves to be spanked and she had never been over the knees of another woman before.

We watched the coin spin through the air and Inga caught it, "Ha, it's tails, you're first Matt, shoes and sox off and come over here, Tanya you sit on that chair over there and wait your turn.

Inga sat in the center of a leather couch as Tanya and I followed her orders. I stood in front of Inga and prepared to go over her knees.

"Matt, stop!" Inga exclaimed, "Trousers and underpants off first, I only spank on the bare!"

I could see there was no good in arguing and did as I was told. Inga's short mini hardly covered her crotch and my cock gave a jerk of excitement as it slid between her bare thighs when I took up my position. Inga was very strong and the force of the first spank took me by surprise. I nearly cried out but I was determined to remain quiet throughout the ordeal. There was no let up as I was given the hardest spanking of my life. I was soon wriggling around on Inga's lap as her arm continued to rise and fall and her hand soon had my arse stinging like mad. Tanya told me later that she had never seen a bottom turn from white to red so quickly. The only sound in the room was the continual "whack" off Inga's hand on my buttocks although I did hear an occasional gasp from Tanya.

Finally the hand spanking came to a stop and I attempted to rise. Inga's firm hand held me in place, as she exclaimed, "Not yet Matt, you still have to take 12 whacks from my hairbrush and here they are!"

Whack, whack, whack, the hairbrush landed repeatedly and I could stay silent no longer. 

"Owwwwch, that stings Inga, take it easy," I cried, but there was no let up as Inga counted the blows from the hairbrush.

"Ten, eleven, twelve, there that's all for you Matt, stand up now.' Inga ordered.

I struggled to my feet noting that the punishment had had the usual effect on my penis that stood stiffly out in front of me. I was shocked as Inga's hand took hold of my cock and gave it a couple of rubs.

"Very nice Matt but you will have to control yourself for a while, go and sit on that chair and Tanya, now it's your turn, come over here," there was no doubting that Inga had complete control of the situation.

"If you don't mind I'll stand for a while," I said sarcastically.

Tanya rose from the chair with a worried but still excited look on her face. We exchanged wan smiles as a bare foot Tanya took up position in front of Inga.

I watched Inga's hands reach out and unfasten the front of Tanya's jeans that were soon on the floor as were her panties. It was very erotic to watch Inga's hands wrap around Tanya's bum and guide her over the knees. Inga took her time, her hands roaming over Tanya's bottom and thighs, making her legs spread apart as fingers slid into the cleft between Tanya's buttocks.

A moan came from Tanya as Inga cried, "You are so wet Tanya, you must have got turned on watching Matt being spanked, or are you excited about being spanked by me? Has another woman ever spanked you Tanya?"

Tanya just shook her head in reply as Inga continued the stroking. Finally Inga raised her hand and brought it down with a soft smack. In contrast to my spanking the soft smacking continued, Inga warming Tanya up slowly and carefully, ensuring that all of the buttocks and thighs were well covered. 

When Inga was satisfied with the warm up and the soft pink color of the skin, once again her fingers probed gently between Tanya's legs. Again another moan from Tanya followed quickly by an 'ouch' as Inga smacked hard down on her bum.

Inga was thoroughly enjoying herself as the hard smacks continued to land on Tanya's arse. "Oohs, aaahs and ouches" came from Tanya as her skin slowly turned from pink to a soft red. Tanya was wriggling around on Inga's thighs but there was no chance of escape as the spanking continued. I watched helplessly as Inga picked up the hairbrush and rubbed it over Tanya's poor arse.

Tanya knew what was about to happen and tensed herself.

"Relax Tanya," Inga soothed, "This won't be as hard as I gave Matt. But I do have to give you your share of the punishment, you know that pleasure will follow the pain..."

These few words hung in the air as Inga raised the hairbrush and brought it smartly down on Tanya's lovely bum. 

"Yipes, that stings," Tanya cried, but even if she had wanted to there was no escaping Inga's firm grasp. The hairbrush continued to rise and fall making the pink turn to red. 'Whack, whack, whack' "Ouch, Ohhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh!"

I knew from past experience that Tanya was near to tears as suddenly Inga dropped the hairbrush on the couch.

Tanya made to move up off Inga's knees but two firm hands held her in place.

"Just stay where you are Tanya," Inga said, "And I will cool you down a bit." As she spoke Inga produce a tube of cold cream from between the cushions and squirted some on Tanya's poor buttocks. Gently Inga rubbed the cream into the skin, soothing away the heat. Tanya squirmed with pleasure as Inga's fingers moved once again towards the cleft between the cheeks, brushing over her anus. I watched in awe as Tanya's legs moved wider apart as Inga's probing fingers touched her sex.

"Tanya do you want me to stop?" Inga asked.

Tanya answered with another shake of her head, another moan of pleasure coming from her as two of Inga's fingers slowly probed fully into her wet pussy. Inga's arm moved in and out, slowly masturbating Tanya to orgasm. Tanya legs were kicking as Inga's fingers gradually moved quicker and quicker, her years of Swedish experience giving her the knowledge of how to bring Tanya to a thrashing orgasm.

"I'm cummmmming!!" cried Tanya as her body arched, shook and finally collapsed across Inga's knees. "Oh Inga, that was soooooo good, that spanking really turned me on."

Inga let Tanya calm down before helping her to her feet, holding Tanya's shoulders to stop her moving away. Inga was whispering in Tanya's ear and apart from a few girlish giggles I couldn't hear what they were saying. After a couple of minutes Tanya nodded in agreement and they both moved in front of me.

"Matt, Tanya wants to thank me for giving her so much pleasure and we don't want you to interfere." Inga was once again in charge. "So we are going to tie you to the chair, don't even try to argue with us, just sit there and watch."

I could see that their minds were made up and kept my mouth shut. Tanya's nipples were still rock hard, she smiled at me and gave me a kiss as Inga strapped my arms to the chair.

"I want to do this my darling," Tanya said to me as Inga led her back to the couch.

"Undress me Tanya," Inga ordered as she sat on the couch. "Take my boots off first."

Tanya knelt in front of Inga and unzipped and removed both of the leather boots.

"Kiss my feet Tanya," Inga ordered and Tanya obeyed.

"Very good Tanya," Inga said as she rose from the couch, "Now stand and take off my top."

Tanya stood and with shaking hands undid the buttons down the front of Inga's leather waistcoat. We both gasped as Inga's large but firm breasts fell free, like Tanya her nipples were rock hard. 

"Feel my breasts Tanya, suck my nipples, ahhh yes, that's right, suck hard." Inga's threw her head back in pleasure as Tanya followed her orders; she obviously had very sensitive nipples.

"Now Tanya, remove my skirt."

Tanya's hands were still shaking as she found and loosened the clasp of the leather skirt. The skirt fell to the floor and Inga flicked it aside. Once again Tanya and I gasped in unison as we gazed at Inga's glistening shaven cunt. All this undressing had made my cock hard again; I was very aroused as I watched the scene unfold.

"Turn around Tanya," Inga ordered as she pushed Tanya's shoulders. Tanya now had her back to Inga and we both wondered what was going to happen next. "Now put your hands behind your back, come on now, hurry up!"

Inga was still very much in command and Tanya obeyed the instructions. Inga bent down and took a length of rope from under a cushion. Quickly she tied Tanya's hands behind her back; whispering what I took to be soothing words as she expertly secured Tanya's wrists.

Inga turned Tanya around to face her, kissed her quickly on the lips and then pushed her down to her knees. Inga sank back down onto the couch and spread her legs wide apart. Reaching forward Inga positioned Tanya directly between her legs, then slowly pushed her face down, down onto her shaven pussy.

Tanya's moan of "Ohhhhhhhh" was cut short as her mouth met Inga's flesh.

Inga placed a hand firmly on Tanya's head with the order, "Eat me Tanya. Eat me and make me come!"

It was so erotic watching Tanya on her knees, her hands tied behind her and Inga holding and guiding her head. My position did not enable me to see Tanya's tongue at work but from the guttural noises of pleasure coming from Inga I knew that Tanya was doing a very good job.

"That's it Tanya, ahhhhhhh, yes that's just what I need, keep going, keep going, eat my cunt!" Inga's head was rolling as the waves of pleasure started to course through her body. One hand was holding Tanya's head while the other hand was squeezing and playing with her own lovely breasts.

Inga's body was shaking as an orgasm swept through her, "I'm cummmming Tanya, I'm cummmmming, oh that's so good!"

Finally Inga's body relaxed and she slumped back onto the couch, continuing to hold Tanya in position. "Clean me up Tanya, lick up all my juices, that's a good girl, you're a very quick learner, that's soooo good."

Inga let go of Tanya's head and pushed her back onto her knees. Tanya looked at my face and then my erection and grinned as she licked the moisture around her lips.

Inga stood and helped Tanya to her feet. "Come with me into my bedroom my pretty one, we'll leave Matt alone for a few minutes."

With her arms still secured behind her back Tanya was led into the bedroom. I heard a door open and then lots of girlish giggles, laughs, a few spanks, squeals and I thought also the sound of running water. What were they doing? My mind was running amok and my cock still pointed at the ceiling. Finally after about ten minutes Inga came back into the room, followed by Tanya.

"Matt," Inga spoke first, "Tanya has a surprise for you, show him Tanya."

Tanya stepped from behind Inga into the light, spread her legs wide to show me her shaven cunt! I had tried to talk her into shaving some time ago but she was unsure, and now Inga had convinced Tanya to do it.

"I think Matt should taste our cunts don't you Tanya?" Inga smiled conspiratorially at Tanya, "Let's do what we planned!"

My cock jumped as I noted Inga say 'our' cunts. Inga went to a drawer and took out four leather cuffs. Tanya helped her to attach them to my wrists and ankles. Tanya kissed me deeply as Inga moved behind me and tied a blindfold around my eyes! My arms were then released from the chair and I was helped to my feet. Both girls guided me across the sitting room and into Inga's bedroom. The giggling pair then pushed and guided me into the center of the bed where I was spread-eagled and my wrists and ankles attached with rope to the bedposts!

The room fell quiet as the girls sat on the bed, one on each side where soft fingers played with my erection, thighs and my nipples. No pain just a lot of sensual teasing as the erotic evening progressed. Then I felt my cock being tickled by a tongue, or was that two tongues? The tongues continued to make patterns all over my cock and balls, I could feel sweat breaking out all over my body. Suddenly my cock was engulfed by a mouth which sucked hard for a short time then was replaced by another mouth! The girls continued to suck and swap, how I managed not to come amazed me as in between the sucks I could hear the girls kissing each other!

"I think he's nearly there Tanya, you'd better jump on!" cried Inga.

There was sudden movement on the bed and I felt Tanya's newly shaven cunt slip down over my hard cock.

"Ahhhhhh that's what I need," cried Tanya as she began to move up and down.

I could also sense Inga moving about near my head as Tanya continued to bring me to my long awaited orgasm. Suddenly my blindfold was whipped off and I opened my eyes to see Inga's cunt poised above my face. Slowly she lowered herself until she was sitting on my face! What else could I do but stick out my tongue? I licked, sucked and probed as Inga's juices literally poured onto my face. I was overwhelmed by the different sensations – Tanya fucking away on my cock as Inga squirmed and wriggled on my face, if this was sexual heaven I think I had found it! Both of the girls were squealing with delight as the three of us approached and then erupted into our individual orgasms. The bed shook as we all virtually came at the same time, Inga and Tanya both screaming in ecstasy, my orgasm practically silent as Inga's cunt acted like a gag on my mouth.

After a short time Tanya and Inga rolled off my sweat and cum covered body. Inga pushed Tanya aside so that she could lick my cock clean so Tanya lay down beside me and kissed and licked me clean too. 

"Wow, that was amazing, I've never experienced anything like that before," I managed to say as our breathing calmed down.

"I think you have paid off your debt to me now," Inga said with a smile as she lay down beside me on the opposite side to Tanya.

"That's an unusual method of payment Inga," Tanya said, "And not a strain on the bank balance either, we must come back here and stay again Matt."

"Both of you are most welcome anytime, just ring first to make sure that nobody else is staying," Inga said as she snuggled in and hugged Tanya and I. "That is the first session I've had since my husband died and it was great, I needed it so badly. Next time both of you can spank me too, I do like to switch sometimes!"


Bed and Breakfast



Author's Note: This is a longish story with a lot of build up. While I personally find a long build up very erotic and seduction half the fun especially in this category; if you are looking for a story that plunges straight into the action, then this may not be the one for you. Enjoy.





Bed and Breakfast



"Oh, God! You are beautiful," I whispered hungrily, my eyes trapping his. He groaned as I ran a fingertip slowly along his swollen length.

I stepped away then and began to strip. As my clothes came off, his eyes never left my body. They were filled with a sense of wonder, as if he couldn't believe what was happening and feared that he would wake up at any moment from a dream so excruciatingly beautiful that it could not last. It was a long time since any one had looked at me like that and I felt my stomach lurch with desire.

I pulled him into the bath after me and turned on the spray. He flinched as the cold water hit him before I quickly turned the temperature to warm. His eyes followed me as I picked up the soap and worked my hands into a lather.

Then I began to work on him, to run my soapy hands over his body, carefully avoiding the junction of his thighs and his now turgid flesh. On my gentle urging, he lifted a leg and placed his foot on the edge of the bath. I reached behind him and cupped the cheeks of his ass in my slick hands, gripping, kneading, parting them. Then I slid a forefinger down the valley between his cheeks, pausing for a moment to tease the puckered opening of his anus. He looked at me questioningly. I smiled at him softly to reassure him as my finger resumed its journey down his crease.

"It's alright," I whispered.

When I felt his body relax, my finger returned to his tight little rosebud. I slowly explored the ridges and folds around his soft brown hole until he began to tremble in my arms. Then, I increased the pressure and slid my soapy finger up to the first knuckle into his ass. He groaned at the unfamiliar intrusion, but didn't pull away. I thrust all the way in, smoothly impaling him on my finger and then began to finger fuck him. His body went rigid at first, the muscles of his ass clutching at my finger. Then he relaxed and I felt his sphincter open as his hips began to surge back and forth in rhythm with my finger.

I pulled his face down towards me so I could watch him as I finger fucked him. He looked me in the eye for a moment, then blushed and looked away. I withdrew my finger from his ass and strayed lower to cup his silken balls in my soapy palm. He groaned as I rolled his balls in my hand, gently squeezing and pulling them.

Then, when I was sure that the waiting must have become physical pain, I reached for his swollen cock. I squeezed him gently at first and then began to stroke him. He moaned at the wet, soapy friction and his hips began to move of their own accord fucking my fist. I let him, until the movement of his hips became ragged and jerky, signaling the onset of his orgasm. When I released him, as he teetered on the verge of his cum, he groaned in frustration.

As I gently rocked his trembling body, calming him, I whispered in his ear. "I am not going to let you cum for a long while yet, not till you beg for it. And before the night is over, you will."

He whimpered softly, in half protest, but said nothing. It was as though he had now yielded to his fate, to the joy that the night would bring and the exquisite agony. When he regained his breath, I slipped the soap into his hand and said, "Do me."

He slowly lathered my body, using every ounce of his self control. His cock twitched with need as his hands traveled over my body, exploring the silky skin of my legs; my soft, firm breasts, my nipples now hard as pebbles; the soft, blossoming folds of my pussy and the curves of my ass. When he had lathered me all over, I guided his slick finger to the opening of my anus urging him to penetrate me. His initial resistance, his fear of hurting me melted away as my soft brown rosebud flowered open against the tip of his finger and I drew him into my depths. He gasped at the tightness and the heat.

"Do you want that hot, little hole, baby?" I whispered, "You want it, don't you? But not tonight ... Tonight, I have other plans for you."

He moaned, his mind now aflame with the image of his hard, thick cock slipping into my tight butthole. My hips rose and fell for a while, savoring the feel of his finger twisting in my depths. I finally lifted myself off reluctantly, not wishing to tip myself over the edge and lose control.

I dried his body with a fluffy white towel and then dried myself as he watched me, poised on the edge of the bathroom counter. I led him by the hand into the bedroom and pushed him playfully onto the white satin sheets of the bed that I had made so carefully in anticipation of just what we were about to do. He lay on his back on the sheets, his hands by his sides, his legs apart, his cock so hard that I thought it would never go soft again.

I climbed onto the bed and settled myself between his thighs. I gripped the base of his cock and just held him for a few seconds, savoring the feel of his throbbing flesh between my fingers. Then I gently tugged the velvety skin of his erection downwards. As his foreskin rolled off the head of his cock, a clear drop of liquid formed at the tip, hung poised for a moment and then rolled down his flesh. I caught the drop of liquid with my tongue halfway down his length and then licked up the silvery wet trail that it had left. When I reached the tip of his cock, I sipped the tiny pool of pre cum that had gathered there. His ass clenched and lifted off the sheets. I pressed my free hand on his hips flattening him down and then engulfed the head of his cock in the soft wet heat of my mouth. He moaned.

I suckled the head of his cock at first, sucking him softly. After a while, I lifted my lips off and began to lick him slowly, methodically, with long laps of my tongue. When he was wet all over, I took him into my mouth again and slid my lips all the way down his length until I kissed his balls. I held still for a while, reveling in the feel of his cock, like the throb of a heartbeat, in my mouth. And then I began to work on him in earnest, sliding his erection, wet and glistening, out of my mouth till the very tip and then plunging him in again until the tissues of my throat yielded under the pressure of his cock.

He was trembling all over now, his hips straining off the sheets. I felt his hands move down into my hair and I braced myself, afraid that he would use his hands behind my head to drive my mouth down, harder and faster, onto his straining cock. But he merely stroked my hair softly as I worked on him. My eyes filled with tears at the infinite tenderness of those hands. I knew what effort of will that restraint must have required and I marveled at this young man whose body I held in my arms. 

When my arms began to ache from holding down his bucking hips, I released him and slid up his body, now covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Roll over," I demanded.

He hesitated for a moment and I asked him playfully, "Don't you trust me?"

"With my life," he said. His eyes did not mirror the mischief in my eyes. They were solemn and serious.

"Then, roll over," I said quickly, suddenly embarrassed by the naked emotion in his eyes, "I want that beautiful ass."

He blushed, but did as he was told. I slid a big pillow under his hips so that his turgid cock hung above the sheet like a ripe, exotic fruit. I knew that what I was about to do would stimulate him beyond endurance and I didn't want him rubbing himself off on the sheet. I wasn't done with him yet. Not by a long shot.

I settled myself behind him and prized open the cheeks of his ass, exposing his quivering butthole to my hungry gaze. I ran a slow finger down the crease of his ass, over his balls and along the length of his cock. I wet my fingertip in the liquid oozing from his cockhole and slowly worked the liquid into his anus until it was wet and glistening.

Michael groaned as my head dipped and the soft, wet tip of my tongue flicked across his anus. I licked off the pre cum first and then gently probed his soft, brown hole with my tongue. He resisted at first, the tight ring of his anus unyielding. I slapped his rear in protest and he slowly relaxed, letting me in. As my wet tongue slid into his anus, writhing and flickering, he gasped. For a moment, he was still and then his hips began to move of their own accord, fucking back on my roving tongue.

After a while, I let him squeeze my tongue out with the muscles of his ass and drifted downwards to his balls, now tight with longing. I first wet the silken skin of his balls with my tongue and then took them into my mouth. I hummed softly in the back of my throat, making his balls vibrate on my tongue. The sounds that he made were no longer recognizable -- guttural, strangled, animal like.

When I finally popped his balls from my mouth, his cock was dripping pre cum in a thin silvery trail to form a wet circle on the satin sheet beneath him. I pulled his cock backward, sucked the head into my mouth and drank the liquid that had formed at the tip. His hips were fucking the pillow now, his cock yearning for some friction, for release. I let him go and rolled him over onto his back.

When he realized that I meant to make him wait even longer, his hand unconsciously reached for his cock, now desperate for stimulation. But I was too quick for him. I caught his wrists and flattened his hands by his sides. I knew that if he wanted to, he could easily flip me over, rip my thighs apart and fuck my cunt to end this torment. I would not have had the strength or even the will to resist. But he yielded without protest. At that moment, he was the most beautiful, the most erotic sight that I had ever seen -- his body open and helpless, his hips fucking the air blindly, desperately craving the orgasm that I withheld.

I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. As I waited for his breathing to slow down, I rubbed my cunt against his body, leaving a trail of wetness on his hard muscled thigh. My throat was so constricted with longing that I could barely speak. 

"Play with me," I pleaded, as I pushed down on his shoulders, urging him to slide down my body to my pussy, now wet and pulsing and hot as an open furnace.

He spread my thighs apart, flattening them on the sheet. For a long moment, he just gazed at my wet, swollen cunt before his fingers began to gently explore me. He gripped the outer folds of my pussy delicately between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and spread me wide open, exposing my pink, inner flesh. His fingers slid through my inner folds and along the rim of my aching hole. He then gripped the fleshy hood of my clit and pulled it back, fully exposing my sensitive nub. He slid the hood up and down a few times, as if curious to see how I would react. My body began to tremble. He looked up then to meet my eyes.

"Oh, God, Ashley," he whispered.

His slow exploration of my cunt was driving me insane. I didn't want him to tease me like I had teased him. I wanted him to drain me, to take the edge off my hunger so that when I finally fucked him, I could retain some semblance of control. I reached down to grasp the back of his head and pulled his face towards my cunt.

"Take me, baby," I pleaded.

He dipped his tongue into the groove of my cunt and then drove upwards with one long lick, splitting me open from stem to stern. Gurgling sounds that I was barely aware of spewed from my throat as he continued to lave me. Just as my hypersensitive body began to crave for even more stimulation, he shifted downwards and thrust his tongue deep into my core. As he tongue fucked me, he reached upwards and gently squeezed my clit between his fingers. I exploded.

As my body bucked and twisted in the grip of my orgasm, he continued to work inside me, his tongue fucking into my spasming depths. My body was jerking with the aftershocks of my cum when he finally withdrew his tongue only to thrust two fingers into my ravaged hole. He finger fucked me languidly, teasing me again into mindless arousal. After a while, he withdrew his fingers and smeared my juices on my nipples, which were so hard they hurt. He then drew each nipple between his lips, sucking them, cleaning them of my juices while my thighs opened and closed in a vain attempt to somehow stimulate my cunt. There was an insistent throbbing in my clit which seemed to be directly wired to my aching nipples.

He finally took pity on me. He knelt between my thighs, cupped the cheeks of my bottom in his palms and lifted my pussy towards his mouth. As I eagerly offered myself to him, I felt my entire pussy being engulfed in wetness. When I craned my neck upwards, I saw that he had enveloped my whole cunt in the hot wetness of his mouth. I babbled incoherently as he chewed and sucked and licked my trapped flesh. Until finally, he caught my clit between the flat of his tongue and his upper lip and sucked. My body went rigid and then relaxed. As the waves of my orgasm radiated from my clit to every extremity of my body, I screamed.

He gently lowered me to the sheet to let me recover from my cum. But he wasn't done with me yet. As I lay back, drained, I felt his hands push my thighs back towards my breasts and away from my body, opening me up completely. My pussy juices had flowed into my crack and I shivered as I thought of my anus, wet and glistening, exposed to his gaze. I desperately wanted to feel Michael's tongue on my butthole. It had always been incredibly sensitive. I remembered how Nancy, my roommate in college, had discovered that about me when she seduced me during our first term together. After that, whenever we made love, she teased my anal hole for hours, with her fingers and her mouth, reducing me to a whimpering mass of flesh before she fucked me to a cum.

While I ached for Michael to taste me there, I didn't want to ask for it. I wasn't sure that he would want to, but I willed him on with every cell of my body hoping that he would. And he did.

When his tongue slashed across my anus, I went to pieces. He slowly explored my puckered hole, his tongue sliding over the ridges and folds around it. After what seemed like an eternity, he slid his tongue into my anus which drew him in like a hungry mouth. As he tongue fucked my ass, he began to run the thumb of his left hand round and round the rim of my pussy hole, massaging it. I was insatiable, not as if I had two explosive orgasms so close to each other that they felt like one, but as if I hadn't cum in days. When I could no longer stand the exquisite teasing, I jerked up, impaling myself on his thumb. He flicked his hand around, trapping my clit between two fingers and rolling it. And that is how I came again, with his tongue in my ass, his thumb in my cunt and his fingers teasing my clit.

I couldn't take any more of this. I reached down to tug ineffectually at his shoulders, too weak and drained to pull him up. He took the cue and slid up my body to lie beside me. His face was drenched in my juices. I took his face between my hands and whispered, "Thank you."

That was how I felt at that moment -- grateful - for everything, for the miracle of his body in my arms, his gentle hands, his soft lips which had whipped me into such a frenzy. He looked startled at first when I thanked him. Then he smiled - a glorious, joyful smile which filled my heart. I gently licked my juices off his lips, his cheeks, his chin, his throat, tasting myself on his skin. I kissed him deeper, sucking his tongue between my lips, both of us aroused by the unspoken memory of where it had been.

He waited patiently while I cleaned him up. Then, when I was done, I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to fuck me?"

I felt a small tremor pass through his body.

"Oh, God, Yes, Ashley!...Please."

I laid him flat on his back and lowered myself onto his quivering cock. At the first contact of his cock against my pussy, I paused. I took his cock in my hands and gently rubbed the head up and down my velvety folds, wetting him, teasing him. He groaned. Then, I lowered myself further, drawing in my breath as his thick cockhead expanded and then slipped past the ring of muscle at the mouth of my hole. I held still for a moment, reveling in how my cunt gripped his cock like a hungry mouth. I slid slowly down the length of his shaft, inch by inch, until he was fully engulfed and my pussy lips kissed his balls. He twitched inside my cunt.

I knew that too much friction too soon would tip him over the edge, so I remained still for a while, soaking his throbbing flesh in my juices. Then, I began to grind my hips in small tight circles, at the same time surging up and down almost imperceptibly, teasing him. He had lost all control of his limbs and he was now twitching and jerking beneath my body.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to cum, Michael?"

He was so far away that he didn't even seem to hear. So I asked again.

"Do you want to cum, baby? Tell me you want to cum."

By some supreme effort of will, he clawed himself back from that faraway place that I had driven him to and begged, in a voice broken with need, "Oh, God, Ashley. Please ... let me cum."

I knew that I couldn't deny him or myself any longer. I finished him then, with one long stroke of my hips. On the upstroke, as I drew him out, his eyes fluttered open and his body went rigid. Then, as my wet cunt slid down his trembling flesh, he exploded, splashing my walls with wave after wave of cum. He thrashed about in the throes of his orgasm and I held him down with the weight of my body until he quieted. Our combined juices trickled down his now softening length, seeped out of my cunt and pooled in the junction of our bodies.

I continued to lie on him, listening to him breathe, measuring the slow rise and fall of his chest. My limbs felt too heavy to move. I suddenly remembered the food in the kitchen. 

"We forgot all about that dinner I promised you," I said ruefully.

He lifted his hand to stroke my hair.

"It doesn't matter," he said, "I would rather dine on you any day of the week."

"Oh, I can be dinner anytime you want me to," I mumbled groggily, as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.



Bed and Breakfast



Note: How many of you have stayed in a bed and breakfast? Tammi and Ted found one that they loved so much they stayed. Enjoy. 

*

It took Ted and Tammi almost a hour to find the B&B in old Savanna. It was at the end of a dead end street hidden by a series of old weeping willows. 

"Is it open?" Tammi asked her fiancée after stepping out of the SUV.

"I'm not sure," Ted answered. "Grab your bag and lets go and check it out." 

Tammi walked behind him as they curled around a bunch of rose bushes. They stepped over some downed tree branches and stopped in front of an older but well preserved house. "The sign says Pleasure B&B." 

"Pleasure," Ted repeated. He pulled the brochure out of his back pocket and read it again. "This says Pleasant B&B." 

"I like Pleasure better," Tammi giggled. "I can't wait to try out the bed." 

"I think we better hold it down. The walls are probably paper thin." Ted said watching the door opening up. A nice looking middle aged woman with platinum grey hair walked out. 

"Well hello," she said in a strong Southern accent. You must be Ted and Tammi." 

"Yes," Tammi announced as she walked around Ted and up onto the porch. "This place looks lovely." 

"We promise the most enjoyable weekend anywhere. My name is Betty Lou." She squeezed Tammi's hand and waited for Ted to give him a big hug. 

"My husband Bob is cleaning out the hot tub," Betty grinned. "It's been a few weeks since we've had guests." 

"Really?" Ted asked. "I would think a place this nice for...for the price would be backlogged." 

"We are very picky about who is accepted," Betty Lou grinned. 

"Wow...I feel special," Tammy said pushing her blonde bangs from her forehead. "We've been driving for five hours. How soon can we get into the hot tub?" 

"Let me show you your room. After that it's up to you," Betty Lou grinned. 

Tammy walked behind Ted who was walking behind Betty Lou up the stairs. She saw his eyes focused on her cute ass and punched him lightly from the back. "Ted," she whispered. 

Ted realized he had been caught and looked away. 

"You're here," the hostess said after pushing open a door at the end of the hallway. 

"Nice," Ted grinned not expecting to see a large king size bed covered with red silk coverings and pillows. "I never expected this." 

Tammi blushed seeing the large fullsize mirror at the head of the bed which was turned downward. "I think the right word is Pleasure B&B," she whispered to Ted. 

Betty Lou over heard her comment but didn't acknowledge it. "I'm sorry but you will have to use the bathroom down the hallway. We've modernized the bedroom but couldn't attached a bathroom because of the way the house is built." 

"Has this house always been in your family?" Ted asked feeling himself getting excited. He turned to prevent the women seeing his growing member. 

Betty Lou laughed. "No, Bob and I moved in about fifteen years ago. I think we are the ninth couple to be here." 

"Cool," Tammi giggled as she moved to the bed and turned before leaping upward and falling back on the bed. As she felt back her short denim skirt plopped up over her tiny black thong. "Oops." She blushed before reaching down to push down her skirt. She looked at Betty Lou whose eyes were locked between her opened thighs. It sent chills up her spine. 

"Come on down when you get your swim suits on," Betty Lou said before turning and walking out. 

Ted closed the door behind her and turned to see Tammi move her feet up onto the bed. Her skirt again dropped back over her panties but this time she left herself exposed. "We don't have enough time." 

"We are finally alone. Maybe now we can try new things," Tammi grinned. She pulled the panties to the side and pulled open her blonde framed pussy lips. 

"Jesus," Ted gasped seeing his girl exposing herself like this for the first time. 

"I want to try out new things," Tammi said fumbling her middle finger between her lower lips. She touched her swollen clitoris and closed her eyes. "Ahhh." 

"Tammi...we uh..have to...we told Betty Lou that we were going to the hot tub." 

"Ted...you promised," she said freezing her finger. 

"I...we...uh..." He turned and grabbed his bag. "I'll get my trunks on." 

Tammi frowned and pulled her finger out of her lips. "OK but later..." She grabbed her bag and pulled out her new white bikini. 

*

Bob heard the doors opening and closing in the house and stopped cleaning the hot tub. The water was nice and hot. He met his wife at the patio door. "So?" 

"I think so," she grinned. "They seem to be so fresh." 

"Like we were," she whispered. 

"Do you regret it?" Bob asked. "You know coming here?" 

"No...it's been amazing," she smiled. 

"But the others...we thought that they...you know were the ones." 

They held hands and glanced up at the bedroom window. 

*

"What is that smell?" Tammi asked as they walked down the stairs. "I've never smelled it before." 

"I don't know. Must be some sort of flower." 

"We're in the kitchen!" Betty yelled after hearing their footsteps. "We were wondering if you were going to come down," Betty grinned seeing the tiny bikini Tammi had on under the opened terry cloth robe. 

"Hi I'm Bob," he said holding out his hand for Ted. "I hope you are satisfied with your room." 

Ted grinned. "Yes...I uh think it's great." 

"What is that strange smell?" Tammi asked noticing the older man glancing at her exposed thighs. She glanced at the grey curly hairs on his chest.

"Do you lke it?" Betty Lou asked noting the woman's skin glowing. 

"Yes...I mean it makes me feel so...so.." 

"tingly?" Betty whispered moving closer. 

Tammi nodded. "Is it a flower?" 

"No," Bob answered. "It's a plant that only grows around here."

"More like a mushroom," Betty added. 

"It makes you feel so..so strange," Tammi said feeling slightly dizzy. 

"Come on and let's check out the hot tub," Betty grinned noting that the odor was having it's effect on Ted as well. 

Tammi followed the woman out onto the patio. The trees provided complete shelter except for a narrow window looking out onto the Savanna River. 

"Coming?" Betty asked looking back at the woman who had stopped to see the view of the river. 

"Yes," Tammi answered not noticing that they were alone. She saw Betty stop at the raised hot tub and reached back to unzip her white dress. "What are you doing?" She turned to see if Ted and Bob had walked outside. 

"Clothing is optional here," Betty answered without turning around. She pushed the dress off of her hips and stood facing away naked. 

"Oh my God," Tammi said starring at the beautiful ass and slim waistline. "That is so cool." 

Betty turned and showed her naked profile. "Why don't you join me?" 

"Me? On no...I've never..." She blushed as she watched Betty raise her left leg upward to step into the hot tub. Her eyes focused on Betty's shaved pussy lips, which opened up. 

Betty grinned and sat back in the water. "You've never been naked before?" 

Tammi laughed. "That's not what I meant. I've never...I mean no other man has even seen me...you know." 

"Bob will keep Ted busy for a while showing him his collection of old guns." 

Tammi pushed off her robe, peeked back at the house and started to reach back to release her top. When it released she grabbed the cups before they fell from her naked breasts. "I can't." 

"Get in and do it in here," Betty grinned. She held out her hand to help. 

"Oh God," Tammi gasped when she took Betty's hand and climbed over into the hot tub. Her left cup fell from her pink mound exposing her hard tiny nipple. As she sat down in the hot water her top floated to the top. 

"Here let me have that," Betty laughed grabbing it and tossing it behind her. 

*

Ted was about to follow his wife outside when Bob grabbed his arm. "Would you like to see my collection of Civil War guns?" 

"Uh...yeah...I guess I would," Ted said wanting to get into the hot water so his hard-on wouldn't be so obvious. He followed Bob down a narrow hallway into a small room. He looked around but didn't see any guns. 

Bob laughed. "Come here." 

Ted was puzzled as he moved to the man who turned and opened some wooden blinds. "This is much better to look at than guns." 

Ted leaned over and peeked through the slats. His eyes got big when he saw Betty removing her dress. "What?" 

"Shhh," Bob whispered. "They don't know we are watching?" 

Ted knew he should turn away but the woman's body was so perfect. Her breasts were round with no sag with high pointy nipples. "God." 

Bob chuckled as the dress dropped at her feet. At their angle they could see her full frontal nudity. 

Ted suddenly realized what he was doing and turned away. "I shouldn't." 

Bob grabbed his shoulder and turned him back around. "You should. Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of." 

Ted again was frozen. His eyes captured Betty's shaven pussy lips as she stepped high into the hot tub. His cock was now about to brust out of his swimming trunks. He watched the woman sink into the water and turned to watch his fiancée. "She will never..." 

It was Bob's turn to watch now. They both saw Tammi remove her robe and reach back to release her top. 

"Shit," Ted gasped. He leaned forward to see if she would do it and saw her catch the top before it left her chest. "Whew," he grinned. But as she moved into the hot tub the top got away and they saw the cherry tip on her pink cone. 

"You just never know," Bob grinned. "Let's go and join them." 

Ted followed the man out onto the deck and saw the sun going down to the west. "So how is the water?" Bob asked. 

"Great," Betty replied. "Right Tammi?" 

Tammi moved further down into the hot bubbling water to hide her naked titties. "Yes...it feels so...so good. Are you guys coming in?" 

"No," Ted answered not wanting Bob to get that close to his topless girl. 

"Yes," Bob said as he kicked his sandals aside. He walked to the hot tub and peeked down at the rise of Tammi's breasts hidden mostly by the bubbles. 

They all froze as they wondered if Bob would remove his trunks. "The sun is almost down," Bob grinned looking through the trees at the fading rays of light. 

It seems as if someone had turned off a light when the sun disappeared. The patio was so dark not even Tammi could see Bob's cock after he removed his swim suit and climbed into the hot tub. 

"Are you coming in honey?" Tammi asked. She could barely make out Ted's body as he moved closer. 

"Maybe we should call it a night?" Ted said nervously. 

"I'm staying," Tammi said annoyed. "You can go to the room if you want." 

Betty and Bob remained quiet as Ted made up his mind to join them or not. They knew the odor of the plant was stronger at night especially just after the sun went down. 

"Uh..OK for a little while." 

Betty could make out that the shy man didn't remove his trunks before climbing over the side. 

Ted moved closer Tammi and whispered. "I can't believe you took off your top." 

"It's dark," she giggled moving her body and breasts out of the water. Just knowing that a naked man other than her fiancée was only inches from her flaming hot body. She had never felt this turned on before. "Why don't you take off your trunks?" 

He was about to say no until her hand fell down onto his hard bulge. "Ahhh."

Bob closed his eyes because he was not in a hurry. He knew that when the sun when down the plant would emit its aroma stronger. Even at 40 years old the odor still got him as hard and ready as he was at 18. Betty's right middle finger was lightly playing with her clitty. It had been months since the last couple and although they didn't fit the final bill she did totally enjoy the night with the younger man. 

"Jesus Tam," Ted gasped feeling his wife's petite fingers search down under his shorts. Her fingers grabbed onto his hard shaft and jerked it out from the top. 

"I'm...I'm so..sooo hot," she purred. She was not whispering when she said it. 

"They...they can hear you," he whispered feeling her naked soft breast rise out of the water. She moved up onto her knees on the hot tub seat and pushed her tongue into his throat while she continued jerking him off. "Stop." 

Tammi sighed and moved back next to him. She kept her bare titties out of the water. "It's not fair that Bob and Betty are naked and we aren't." 

Ted wasn't sure what she was getting at until he saw her standing up. The moon had risen high enough now that they could make out the body shapes. "Tammi...sit down." 

She giggled. "Take off my bikini bottoms." 

"Shhh....please..." The hot water and the naked bodies were also getting to his senses. 

"I guess I'll have to take them off myself," she said sadly. As she reached down to push them off she felt someone grab her hand. It was from the other side and the hand was big. "Maybe Bob will take them off for me." She moved easily away and stood with her knees touching his. 

"Tammi...come back...I'll...I'll do it." He reached out to grab her body and felt her naked waist. As she moved closer to him his hand moved lower to find her bikini bottom but found nothing but skin. "Tammi?" 

"Tammi's busy," Betty whispered while she opened her legs and sat up onto his lap. Her hands moved around Ted's head and pulled it and his lips forward until they touched her right breast and rigid nipple. The aroma was strong now. So strong that Ted couldn't say no if he wanted to. 

Across the tub Bob was teasing Tammi by taking a lot of time pushing off her last article of clothing. It was half way off when she pushed it down more. "Please...I need to be naked," she moaned. 

Bob had seen them wild before but Tammi was in a lot of heat. She pushed off her bottoms and almost dove onto his lap. Her fingers sought and found only the second hard cock in her life. It was not as long as Ted's but it was definitely a lot thicker. 

"It's yours baby," Bob chuckled. "Touch it and make it nice and hard for your young pussy." 

The moon was over the trees now and they all could clearly make out what the others were doing. Ted peeked over Betty's naked shoulder and saw his wife being lifted up out of the water. He saw Bob's two large hands on her bare buttocks and saw the man pull her opened legs into his face. 

"Forget about them," Betty whispered. She freed his hard cock and moved upward until her moist pussy was aimed down onto the crown. "Are you ready for heaven?" 

"Yes," Ted answered closing his eyes and the view of Tammi getting her pussy sucked. As Betty's experienced pussy slid down his pole he pulled her left nipple into his opened lips. 

The white and red Catikia flower was in full bloom sending it's seductive erotic pollen out in the dark breeze. It loved the sweet river soil and the nurishment provided by the many river animals that died trying to crawl out of the murky river mud. 

The humans in the hot tub were sex starved animals now not caring what the other couple was doing. Ted was as hard as he could remember and smiled as the hot older bald pussy woman fucked up and down his joy stick. He was not even close to cuming yet and had been fucking her for at least ten minutes. 

"I knew you were the one," Betty Lou whispered feeling him go very deep inside. Her lips captured his and sucked on this tongue while her pussy sucked his shaft deeper and deeper. Neither of them realized that Tammi and Bob were gone. 

*

"Hurry," she begged after diving onto the large master bed. They ran into the house and headed directly for the bedroom. As he moved like a fox on it's prowl she opened her young tender thighs and offered him her most private treasure. 

The pollen had made Bob hard as well and as he rubbed his huge crown up and down her moist pussy he saw the sex hunger in her eyes. His hands grabbed onto her ankles and lifted them up to his shoulders. As his cock-head pushed into her moist quim her face looked at him in disbelief. 

He laughed. "You've never had one this thick before have you?" 

"God no....it's stretching me out sooo much." 

Although she was begging for him to push it in faster he held back to prevent injuring her. At first he was as anxious as the many women who visited and the next morning realized that they were hurting. 

Tammi felt it was worth the wait when his pubic hairs met and mixed with her own. He was shorter than Ted but with her legs up against his shoulders he was just as deep. "Please...please fuck me." 

Bob did just that. The longest Tammi had ever been fucked before was maybe five minutes. Twenty minutes moved by and she wanted more and more. It was her third orgasm when Bob finally released his hot juicy spunk. 

"AHHHHHHH." 

"ME TOO!" She screamed. 

*

Ted and Betty also were fucking a long time. Each time she pushed down the water would splash up over the sides of the hot tub. "Are you ready baby?" 

"Yes...I'm uh....READY!" Ted felt the pressure in his balls build up and suddenly released. "OH FUCK...I'M CUMING!" 

Betty was not a screamer like so many of the women that Bob had fucked. It was her ability to hold the pleasure inside and turn it into extreme warmth and sparks that lit up her body and mind. "Ummmmmm," she moaned softly. 

*

The rest of the night was fucking followed by a rest sleep period. All in all the two couples had fucked at least six times. Ted and Betty Lou ended up in the guest bed after the first session in the hot tub so when he awoke the next morning he felt the soreness on his glowing red and now soft cock. 

"Ouch," he moaned as he rubbed over the sore crown. He turned to look for Tammi and realized that he was alone. After stumbling out of the bed he walked naked down the hallway towards the bathroom. He saw the master bedroom door slightly cracked open and could resist the chance to peek. He saw the pink familiar pink buttocks and pushed open the door. 

"Tammi....Tammi wake up," he whispered while sitting next to her lifeless form. He glanced down at the numerous red marks on her ass and thighs knowing they originated from fucking Bob. She still didn't move so he pulled up on her left arm until she fell over on her back. More red marks covered her white breasts and lower over her bush. He could see the dried cum on her pussy lips and inner thighs. 

"TAMMI WAKE UP!" He said lightly smacking her cheek. He saw her chest rising so he knew she was alive. 

Tammi was still dreaming about being fucked all night. She remembered being on the bottom, on top and him fucking her doggie style. She had a big smile when she opened her eyes expecting Bob's face. "Ted...Oh God...what...what time is it?' She tried to turn over but felt the cramps in her legs. "Ohhh." 

"Are you OK?" He asked. 

"Uh...yeah...I'm...my thighs are sore." She looked around for Bob and Betty Lou. "Where are they?" 

"I don't know. I just woke up myself." 

She reached over and took his hand. "Did you and Betty Lou...you know?" 

"Yes, all night I think. I've never lasted so long...it was like I stayed hard constantly." 

"Bob too. He was so thick...God it hurt at first but." 

"I'm sorry. You know for not..not stopping it in the hot tub. It was like I lost control and couldn't stop." 

"Me too. Do you think that they drugged us?" 

"We didn't have anything to drink but maybe the hot tub water...you know." 

She rubbed the dried cum from the lips of her sore pussy. "I really need a shower." 

"Me too. Let's use the one in the master bath." 

*

Betty Lou looked up when she heard the shower come on up stairs. "They are awake." 

"They are definitely the couple," Bob said. "I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad. The past fifteen years have been unbelievable." 

"It's something we will never forget," she said standing to start the breakfast. 




Bed and Breakfast



As she mixed up the biscuit batter he stood behind her. "Do you think they will go for it?" 

"No one has turned down the offer in over a hundred years," she answered. "So how hot was she in bed last night?" 

He grinned. "A wildcat. She wanted to do it everyway I could think off and I think we came up with some new positions. How about Ted?" 

"Shy at first but he quickly caught on to how to please a woman. He's one of the longest I've had." 

*

The younger couple showered and dried off before walking naked back to their rooms. "What should we wear downstairs?" She asked. 

"I don't think it matters," Ted smiled. "We don't have any secrets left." However he pulled on new white boxers and jeans. He turned and saw her pulling a white sundress down over her braless breasts and naked stomach. "I think you've changed." 

They held hands walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Good morning," Ted said to Bob sitting at the table and Betty Lou at the stove. 

"Good morning," Bob grinned at Tammi remembering her sweet lips locked around his hard shaft last night. "We thought you might sleep more." 

"You know after the night we had I would think that I would be tired but I'm not," Ted grinned looking at Betty's white robe. He wondered if she was naked under it. 

"We have a lot to tell you about this place," Betty Lou said carrying biscuits, eggs, sausage and toast to the table. "But first we need to eat." 

It was after lunch when Ted and Tammi sat on the patio overlooking the river. "We have to do it," Tammi said holding his hand tighter. "Last night was unbelievable." 

"They seem so happy," Ted said glancing back at the house. "They both said the stay here has been wonderful." 

"I think we both know what we want to do." 

*

"Quick back to the table," Betty Lou said seeing the youngsters stand up and turn. They sat drinking coffee and looked up when the door opened. "Well?" Bob asked. 

"Yes," Ted answered for both of them. 

*

It was a month later when a new car pulled up to the old southern home. Tammi peeked from the living room window at the cute dark haired woman getting out of the car. "God I'm so nervous." 

"You don't have to be," Ted grinned. "The plant will do all the work for us." They watched the couple grab their bags and head up to the door. He opened it and smiled. "Come in." 

"This place is perfect," Gina Russo said to her New York husband Sal. "I can't wait to see everything." They followed the young couple up the stairs and was shocked to see the mirror above the bed and the red silk sheets. 

"This is more like it," Sal grinned. He was not that excited to see old southern places. This was the fourth bed and breakfast and he was quickly getting tired of them. However he was happy to see Tammi's little ass in the short red shorts. 

"Take your time getting unpacked. Ted and I will be on the deck." Tammi grinned knowing the sun was setting in thirty minutes. 

After the door closed Sal was all over Gina. He pulled off her tee shirt and almost ripped off her jeans. 

"Sal stop! Is sex all you think of?" She tried to hold onto her panties but he got them down off her feet. "Let me jerk you off," she said hoping he would let her. 

"Come on baby let's fuck. We have time." 

"You're so gross," she said removing her bra letting her 34B mounds free. "No, a hand job is all you are getting." 

"That's all I ever get lately because you don't want to make noise in these B and Bs." He sighed and sat back on the bed while she quickly jerked off his seven inch cock. 

*

"Hello," Gina announced as they walked onto the patio wearing their bathing suits. 

"Over here," Tammi said sitting by the hot tub with her hand in the water. "The temperature is perfect." 

"It's really nice back here," Sal said noticing that Tammi wasn't wearing a bra under the thin pink blouse. "Especially when the sun is going down." 

Gina removed the shirt over her bathing suit and stepped up on the rim of the Jacuzzi. "Is everyone going in?" 

Ted sat back smelling the Catikia getting stronger. He felt the familiar reaction in his loins and saw the passion building in the handsome Italian's eyes. "Go on in. We will be in soon." 

"But you are not wearing bathing suits," Gina giggled. Her body was on fire and she was not even in the water yet. 

"We sometimes don't wear anything," Tammi said standing and unbuttoning her blouse. "Is that ok with you two?" 

"Sure," Sal said quickly. He realized he was rock hard for the first time. He shift his position so he could see her perky titties when she pulled the blouse away. 

Normally Gina would be upset but she found herself reaching back and unclasping her bikini top. "If she can do it so can I." 

Ted chuckled as the scene unfolded. The sun was almost down now as he stood up and pushed off his shorts and pulled off his shirt. Since he was not wearing underwear his cock was at full length when he walked over to the hot tub. "Got any room for me?" He asked Gina. 

"Maybe?" Gina grinned. "If Sal says it's ok." 

Sal did not hear a word she said. His whole attention was on Tammi's hands pushing down her shorts while taking her black panties with them. "Wow." 

Tammi moved seductively up to the New York stud. "Do you want to go into the tub or maybe go inside?" 

*

Gina had her back to the house and didn't know she was alone with the guy with the long hard cock. "The smell is getting stronger and you...are getting longer." She dropped down into the water and removed her bottoms. 

Ted knew he didn't need foreplay but he wanted to touch her breasts since he saw her walking up to the house. He slid into the water and dropped down until his face was lined up with her right nipple. She hooked his head with her fingers and pulled his mouth forward. "Ohhh." 

Gina felt his finger pierce her hot pussy lips and knew it wouldn't be long before his cock was buried deep inside. Her hands hung around his shoulders as her hips moved up and around his hips. His hand moved down to guide his poker home. "OH MY GOD!" 

*

Sal was on his back feeling his prick as hard as it had ever been. He looked up in the mirror as Tammi's pink ass cheeks lowered her sweet pussy down onto his shaft. He heard a scream and thought it was Tammi but realized it was his wife's. He really didn't care. For the next twenty minutes Tammi fucked up and down his shaft. 

"Are you ready to cum Sal?" Tammi teased squeezing her inner muscles. "I want to feel you inside me." 

"YES...NOW BABY FUCKING NOW!" 

Tammi was in no hurry to cum because she knew the night was still young. Even after she felt his last release she kept fucking him. He didn't soften as they went for round two. 

*

How many times they had fucked Gina didn't know. An hour ago they had moved from the water and were interlocked on the soft lounge chair. Her face was down into the cushion as he fucked into her virgin ass. Her mind was mush and her body was in full submission. 

It was day break when Gina opened her eyes. She tried to sit up on the lounge but her whole body was too sore. Her fingers felt the cum still dripping from both of her holes. 

"Come on, I'll help you to your room," Ted whispered. 

As they moved slowly up the stairs Tammi walked down in a long white robe. "Sal is out. I couldn't wake him." 

"Good, I'm so tired," Gina grinned. 

It was 2:30PM that afternoon when Gina walked into the kitchen. "I'm so hungry." 

"We know," Tammi said opening the refrigerator and pulling out a tray of fried chicken. "Do you want me to heat it up?" 

"No," Gina said grabbing a drumstick and taking out a big bite. She devoured the leg and started on a breast. After finished half the plate she leaned back. "So are we going to do it again?" 

Tammi laughed. "You need to rest up." Ten minutes later Sal stumbled in and saw the food.

"Thank God." 

It was the next day when Tammi and Ted stood in the driveway watching the couple from New York drive away. 

"Fifteen more years. Do you think it will go fast?" Tammi asked. 

"I hope not," Ted smiled. 

The End. 

Ending Note: You just never know what grows in the low country. If anyone wants the address of the B and B let me know. LOL. Don't forget to vote and send me some feedback. Love ya..Slick. 



Bed & Breakfast



I'm a salesman. I was out on one of my tours, visiting old customers and looking for new. I didn't have a hard and fast timetable. I just cruised along, spending as much or as little time in each small town as I wanted. 

When I'm on these trips I normally have specific motels that I stop at, but that can change at a moment's notice. I'm flexible. Fortunately, as I had a blowout as I was approaching one small town late one afternoon. I don't mean a puncture and a flat tire. Somehow or other I managed to rip off half the tire. I changed the wheel and that's when I found the spare was half flat. By the time I reached town it was completely flat and I was looking for two new tyres.

I dropped the car at the local garage. The guy there said, "No worries. Come back in an hour." I suppose that was reasonable, but the delay would have me driving for a couple of hours in the dark on relatively strange roads. That not being to my taste, I decided to prop for the night and asked the garage mechanic where I'd find a reasonable motel. 

"Not in this place," he calmly informed me. "We used to have one but a new guy took over. It's now a flea pit, or would be but for the fact that no self-respecting flea goes near it. You could try Mrs Baxter's Bed & Breakfast. It's just up the road a bit. She'll also provide dinner if you ask nicely. The place is clean and she's a good cook."

I fronted up to the Bed & Breakfast and politely enquired about a room. Mrs Baxter was what you would call a fine figure of a woman. A statuesque redhead of about forty, though it would take a discerning eye to guess that was her age. I'd say most people would put her at about thirty.

Mrs Baxter had a room available and let me have it. It was a case of semi-en suite. There was a small bathroom between my room and the next room along. She reminded me it was my duty to lock and unlock the far door when I used the bathroom to ensure that I didn't get any unwanted intrusions. I was familiar with that sort of arrangement.

I also arranged for Mrs Baxter to provide dinner for me that evening. She told me she would call me when it was ready. Any guests being served dinner were expected to dine en famille. If I didn't come when called I was likely to miss out.

I'm nearly thirty and a not unattractive man. I was reasonably good looking and I had the charisma and charm of manner so essential to a good salesman. I chatted awhile with Mrs Baxter, discovering a little about her. She was a widow with a young daughter. I also managed to gather the impression that she would not be averse to a little discreet dalliance if a nice gentleman should happen to meet her later that night. I was tempted. Like I said, a fine figure of a woman. I'd see how things developed.

Come dinner-time I met Jenny, Mrs Baxter's daughter. Young daughter indeed. She was a redhead, the same as her mother. She also had the fine figure of her mother. Actually, an even better one in my view. She wasn't that young, either, somewhere around the eighteen to twenty mark. And bossy. She was ordering the few boarders around as if it was her god given right. Self-confidence she had in spades. 

Any thought of a little quality time with Mrs Baxter went right out the window. It would be most unfair to visit her while lusting after her daughter. Jenny was much more to my taste than her mother.

So I proceeded to chat Jenny up. Wishful thinking that. She was so busy ordering everyone around I don't think she even noticed me apart from telling me to sit there, pointing to my place at the table. It was galling and I had to laugh at myself for taking umbrage when ignored by a young woman. What fragile souls we men have at times.

After dinner I retired to my room, watching some TV and reading. I also found time to go over my old orders to decide who to visit the next day. I was getting quite late when I decided to retire.

I've found it advisable to shower in the evenings when I'm out on the road. If you do it in the morning you find yourself competing with all the early risers for the hot water and as often as not there isn't any. The evening is much more sensible. So I stripped down and wandered into the en suite for my shower. 

Now Mrs Baxter had been very definite about telling me to lock the alternate door to the bathroom so that I didn't get an unwanted surprise. It appears that she should have reminded Jenny of that fact. At least I was assuming that it was Jenny.

The person already in the bathroom was young and nubile. Lovely white skin, beautiful young breasts that were happily bouncing around, and a towel wrapped around her head. The clue that suggested it was Jenny was the neat little tuft of red curls down below. 

Ah, yes. You're wondering about the bouncing breasts. As I said, Jenny had the towel wrapped around her head and was vigorously drying her hair. Her whole body was moving as she energetically rubbed the towel over her hair, although I will give the prize to those bouncing breasts. They were fascinating.

A true gentleman would have quietly backed back out of the bathroom without ever letting the young lady know she'd been caught out. I guess I'm not a true gentleman.

"You do know you're supposed to lock the bathroom doors when you're in here, don't you?" I asked softly.

Now, as I mentioned earlier, Jenny has an abundance of self-confidence. What I expected to happen was for Jenny to use the towel to cover herself and then to blast me back out of the bathroom with a torrent of verbal abuse.

What actually happened was that Jenny froze. I was quite surprised. 

"Who's there?" she asked in a small voice, head still buried in the towel.

"Adam," I told her. "The new boarder. Here for an overnight stay."

I reached up and plucked the towel from her hands. She took one look at me and gasped.

"Oh my god, you're naked."

"Actually, no. I'm wearing a towel, unlike some." 

There was a hair dryer and a brush next to the sink. I reached over and picked them up.

"Turn around," I told Jenny, turning on the drier, and she did so. Quite quickly, too. Apparently she preferred that I have a back view rather than a full frontal. I started brushing her hair, using the drier at the same time.

"I can do that myself," she muttered.

"I'm sure you can," I replied, enjoying myself, "but I'll do it."

A woman can find it quite arousing for a man to do her hair, especially if she is naked. Jenny's nipples easily told tales on her, slowly puckering and becoming erect. I could swear her breasts were swelling slightly, too. 

Jenny's hair was short and it didn't take long to brush it dry. 

"All done," I told her, putting down the brush and drier.

"Thank you," she mumbled. "Ah, I'll be going then. I need to get dressed."

"All in good time. First of all, why don't you step into my room and explain why you didn't bother to lock the bathroom door. You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?"

She came like a lamb, without a single protest. It seemed that removing her clothes had also removed her self-confidence. I was quite intrigued by the change.

I sat on my bed and looked up at her. A quick glance has assured me that I had locked the door to the hallway. I definitely didn't want Mrs Baxter dropping in for a chat or some quality time.

Jenny stood in front of me, hands held behind her back. It didn't even seem to occur to her that she might use them to cover herself. 

"Exactly how old are you, Jenny?" I asked, a nasty suspicion nibbling at me.

"Eighteen," she said, much to my relief.

"Eighteen," I said thoughtfully. "You'd have thought that was old enough to remember to lock bathroom doors when you might be surprised by strange men. Or do you do this frequently, getting a kick out of exposing yourself?"

"No," she gasped, looking horrified. "I just didn't bother because this room was supposed to be empty. You're supposed to be in the room across the hall."

"Your mother took me to that room, but I pointed out that it had a broken window. The glacier wasn't going to come out for a non-emergency so she just switched me to this room. The point is, you were very careless, weren't you." 

"It was an accident," Jenny protested. "I said I was sorry."

"It was carelessness and a disregard for your own safety," I retorted, "and you haven't apologised."

"Well I am sorry. I know it was careless, but it wasn't as though I was in any danger. Can I go now?"

"No. I'll accept your apology, but I think some sort of penalty is in order."

Jenny was looking distinctly nervous now.

"Um, I don't think I need any penalty," she mumbled. I think visions of being thrown on the bed and ravished were flashing through her head.

"Well, I think you do. I think a spanking would do you the world of good. Help drive the lesson home."

"Spanking? You think I'll let you spank me?"

I looked at her, weighing everything up. She was a natural bedroom sub, I was sure of it. With no clothes on she would do whatever she was told and enjoy it. I wondered if she was still a virgin.

"Yes, I do. Now bend over my knee."

"But I'm naked," she whispered, as though only just realising it.

"I noticed," I assured her. "Best way to be when you're about to be spanked, don't you agree?"

I patted my knee, and lo and behold, she came and bent over, presenting her bottom for the spanking.

I rested my hand on her bottom, massaging it lightly before starting the spanking. Jenny didn't even flinch.

"Now, Jenny, because you have guests and we wouldn't want to disturb them and since it's only a minor infraction, I'll just give you a light spanking. This time."

"What do you mean, this time? This will be the only time there is."

"Not necessarily, and it's impolite to contradict me." I gave her her first spank along with that comment.

She let out a little yip while stammering an apology.

"Alright, but let's be polite. Now, as I was saying, it will only be a light spanking, but since you seem so determined to believe that you weren't in any danger I think I should demonstrate the sort of danger you were in. OK?"

She nodded, which didn't really surprise me.

"OK. Here we go."

My hand came down with a more deliberate spank this time, and Jenny jumped slightly and yipped again. I wasn't holding her in place, just having my free hand rest lightly on her back, but she made no effort to get away. My hand came down again. 

I gave her half a dozen good spanks, then indicated that she should stand again. She rose and I turned her to face me. Her face was flushed and she was breathing a bit harder, but she also looked a little disappointed. 

"You seem to be smirking," I said coldly. "Do you think this is a joke?"

"I wasn't," she protested. "Not really."

"Oh, I think you were. Perhaps you'd better bend over again. You really need to learn."

It was almost laughable the way she hurried to obey. Satisfied that she was handling the spanking with no problems I gave her a second spanking. This one being harder and longer than the first, a proper spanking you might say, as opposed to the initial pretend spanking. At the end of this spanking I didn't let her up.

"Look at me," I ordered, and she twisted around to look up at me.

Now her face was both flushed and showing a touch of excitement.

"You're lucky that you have guests or things would have gone a lot harder for you."

She nodded, apparently totally oblivious to the fact that I had no authority over her and that she could have just told me to go to hell. She was just grateful that I wasn't giving her a much harder spanking. 

While she was staring up at me my hand slid over her bottom and between her legs, capturing her mound and squeezing. He mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide with shock.

"What are you doing?" she said in a voice squeaky from shock.

"I said I was going to demonstrate the type of danger you were in, didn't I?"

She nodded, and I continued. "Well, I'm demonstrating." At the same time my free hand slipped down and close over a nice firm breast. I played with both pussy and breasts, massaging and teasing. Jenny started stuttering and squealing softly when my fingers eased apart her lips and explored inside her, but she still lay there totally submissive.

My explorations did reveal to me that she was still a virgin, a fact that I noted with pleasure, although it meant I'd have to be careful with her.

Massaging both internally and externally in the vicinity of her clitoris almost had her writhing off my lap. She had to actually clutch hold of me to maintain her position. It seemed that if she was to be punished then she was damn-well going to lie there and take it.

I'm not sure if she ever truly realised that the hard lump digging into her tummy was my erection. By the time I finished showing her the danger she'd been exposing herself to she was hot and wet, excited and lustful.

I moved her back onto her feet, facing me. There was a subtle change in the way I was sitting, and she spotted it very quickly. My erection had pushed the towel I'd wrapped around my waist to one side and was standing up proudly.

Looking at her looking at my cock I could see the realisation on her face that my cock and been the thing poking into her tummy, and she'd been rubbing herself hard against it with all her squirming. She went pale and then blushed madly. She hastily looked away from the erection and then turned back to look at it again.

"Ah, um, that's your cock," she muttered. Then she shook her head, and I could hear her muttering, "Stupid, stupid," to herself.

"I suppose that you know I'm a virgin?" she finally asked.

I nodded, and she looked a little relieved, but only a little.

"Then that means you won't try to stick that in me, right?"

"Well now, that sort of depends on you," I told her, standing up and letting my towel drop away.

She blushed, because standing we were a lot closer, touching in fact in a couple of places. Her nipples were brushing against my chest and my cock was tapping lightly against her lower tummy.

"How does it depend on me?"

"Well, I'm about to tell you to lie down as I'm going to fuck you. If you lie down I will most definitely proceed to fuck you, virgin though you may be. On the other hand, you may panic and run, and I'll let you go."

Jenny looked shocked again. I was implying that she had a choice and she didn't want that. She wanted to be told what to do. So I told her.

"Now get on that bed and lie down. I want your legs spread wide and bent high at the knees. Hop to it."

Jenny was scrambling onto the bed without a seconds hesitation. She was actually flat on her back with her knees bent, presenting herself for me, before she remembered that she'd been offered the choice of running away. She cast one look at the door and then looked helplessly at me. Like it or not, she had chosen and I was already settling onto the bed.

I already had her excited and aroused. There would be no need to stall, letting her have a chance to panic, while I got her worked up. I was between her thighs, my erection moving towards her. She was watching, almost holding her breath. I stroked my cock back and forth along her slit, a bead of pre-cum helping to moisten her lips. I took her hand and drew it down to her mound.

"Ease your lips apart, love," I murmured. "Let me in."

I could see her lick her lips, her mouth apparently going dry. She also spread her lips, exposing the entry to her deeper self. I moved the head of my cock into the space provided. Jenny moved her hand away, but not very far. Instead while her lips folder over the head of my cock her hand closed over the shaft, just squeezing it slightly. 

I pressed a little harder and Jenny gasped and snatched her hand away. I was pressing against her hymen now and she knew the moment had come. The way she pressed her hand against her mouth I had to guess that she'd heard some pretty nasty stories about losing your virginity and she was waiting for a lot of pain.

She was both lucky and shocked when I penetrated her. It seemed that there was only a twinge as her hymen yielded, and she had a look of amazement as my cock eased along her passage, already starting to excite her.

Jenny looked absolutely amazed when we came together fully. Her eyes were open wide, just staring at me. I pulled slowly back and returned, swallowing a laugh at the look on her face. Another slow withdrawal and return and she blinked. I slipped my hands under her bottom and lifted the next time I drove in. She got the hint very quickly, starting to lift her hips to meet me.

My hands now moved up to her breasts. I played quietly with them, thumbs rubbing lightly over her nipples. And all the time I was driving firmly in, feeling her enthusiasm building as her excitement built. She now had a healthy touch of lust going, and was riding it hard.

I let her excitement build, moving faster, but not too fast. It wasn't long before she wanted more. She was chatting excitedly to me, encouraging me, not that I needed much encouragement. When she finally started begging for me to go harder I was happy to oblige.

I started driving in harder and faster, and she answered magnificently. She was bucking hard and started giving voice to little cries, cries that were, I noticed, steadily getting louder. Neither wanting to shut her up, or to have the house aroused by her screams, I covered her mouth with mine, swallowing her voice.

I drove her hard, driving her wild. Her legs had wrapped around me, clinging, holding me to her, and I did my best to pleasure her.

At the end I came deep inside her, feeling her shaking as her own climax ripped into her. Afterwards she sagged back against the bed, trembling.

I settled down next to her, holding her.

"I hope that you have learnt something from this warning," I murmured.

She nodded dreamily, a smile on her face.

After a while I rose, drawing her with me, and headed for the bathroom. Time for my shower, and it seemed that I had a companion for it. After our showers I escorted her to her bed and tucked her in. One last kiss and I retired to my room, already missing her.

I rose fairly early the next morning. Breakfast wasn't on yet but Mrs Baxter was in the kitchen cooking it. I had a few words with her and then went for a short walk while waiting for breakfast to be ready.

When I returned breakfast was ready and Jenny was also there. Her boundless self-confidence seemed to be back now that we weren't in a bedroom. Definitely a bedroom-sub. Or at least, a sub in matters sexual. As we were no longer in a sexual encounter Jenny wasn't too happy with me. I smiled blandly while she chose to ignore me.

She vanished while I was still eating breakfast. Afterwards I strolled down to the office and found her standing behind the counter.

She gave me a nasty smile. "You'll be leaving?" she said sweetly. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

"You're being a naughty girl again," I murmured. "You're being rude to a paying guest. That's a no-no."

"You're no longer a paying guest," she snapped. "And you can't come around here."

I'd moved around the end of the counter and was now regarding her, smiling.

"I guess your mother failed to tell you. I've booked in to stay here for a couple more nights. So I am a guest and you've been rude to me. Shocking," I added, sadly shaking my head.

Jenny blushed.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Not good enough," I told her. "I think you need to lower your panties and bend over for a spank."

"But it's the office," she said, sounding desperate. "Someone may come."

"Maybe you should have thought of that. I'll tell you what. You just bend over. I'll lower your panties myself. Better hurry up, though. Someone may come."

Now that I'd put the matter on a sexual basis Jenny was stuck. Her very nature urged her to do as she was told. Blushing furiously she turned around and bent over. I flicked her dress up and slowly lowered her panties. I stalled for a few moments, casually rubbing her pussy.




Bed & Breakfast



"Oh, please," she squealed, and was actually grateful when I gave her bottom a firm spank and hitched up her panties again.

She straightened up, looking flushed.

"Tell me," I said softly. "Was your misdemeanour severe enough that I should take you along to my room and paddle you properly right now?"

She actually seemed to be considering it before hastily shaking her head.

"We'll discuss it tonight, then, along with your rude behaviour at breakfast."

Jenny blushed and looked away, but I'd already seen the excitement in her eyes. It would, I decided, be an interesting night.