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Lucy

By: lovelylovelygirl



Lucy looked at the clock and hurried into the bath, letting the water run hot, so that it reddened her skin.  The steam swirled and caught in her hair as she bent, lathering her legs with shaving foam… she paused, and ran her hands over her slit as well, coating it with creamy white foam. Carefully, she skimmed the razor over her soft skin, holding to the contours of her legs, and then she gently plunged her fingers between her labia, shaving her pussy smooth with quick strokes of the sharp blade.

She rinsed the foam off of her body, the sponge lingering between her legs, as she felt herself tremble slightly with anticipation. She was going to dinner at her friend Vanessa’s house, and, while she was looking forward to seeing her friend, a large part of her thought about Him, Vanessa’s boyfriend, who regarded her from icy blue eyes whenever they met. She felt completely intimidated, yet drawn to him from the core of her being… his look made her feel special and filthy at the same time, and she found herself dreaming of him at night.

Lucy rinsed the strawberry shampoo from her hair and stepped from the bathtub. She vigorously rubbed herself with a towel, feeling the dry prickly terrycloth abrade the tender skin between her legs, and stroked lotion over her legs and her ass. She slipped into a light dress, the straps barely holding the flowing cloth over her bountiful breasts. Her nipples poked insistently at the fabric as she bent to slip on her white cotton panties, and as she brushed her long, black hair, still damp. She checked her reflection in the mirror, pausing to dab her lips with some reddish lipstick. 

Running late, she stopped only to get a bottle of wine from the store downtown, ignoring the sets of eyes that leered at her bare legs. Standing on the steps of Vanessa’s house, her damp hair dripping strawberry-scented droplets, and clutching a bottle of chardonnay, she breathed in deeply and pressed the doorbell.

A minute passed, and Vanessa arrived at the door, dressed in a short black leather dress, spiked heels and a collar. Her blonde hair was neatly tied behind her in a ponytail. Lucy looked at her enviously, taking in her petite figure, her perky breasts pushed up by the dress, her tiny waist, her lanky legs… Lucy sighed and stepped over the threshold, looking around curiously.

“Thanks for inviting me over, Van…” she started in shyly, letting Vanessa take the bottle from her hands and lead her to the table. She sat, obediently, allowing herself to enjoy Vanessa’s hospitality. They chatted and giggled, and Lucy stood up to help Vanessa, feeling more comfortable helping than being waited on.

The clock struck seven. Vanessa stood up and ran to the door, where she kneeled, her thighs spread wide, jutting her sweet little breasts out towards the door. Lucy stared, not comprehending. 

“Wha…?” her rouge lips dropped open, her large brown eyes riveted to her friend, as a key turned in the door. It opened, and He walked in. He stopped, placing his hand on Vanessa’s head, and regarded Lucy’s shock with a cool delight. He chuckled, and motioned for Vanessa to stand. He kissed her softly and said, “hello, little one”, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

He led Vanessa by the hand to the table, where she pulled out a chair at the head of the table and waited for him to sit. She ran to the kitchen and emerged, smiling and eyes lowered, a silver tray in her hands. She walked gracefully, bringing him a drink set on a white linen napkin, with a rose laid across the white field for effect. She kneeled before him, offering it up, as if to a king. He took the glass, tasted it and nodded to her, smiling. “Thank you, pet.”

Lucy watched all with widening eyes… she sat down, almost automatically, to his left… she poured herself a glass of wine and drank eagerly, feeling it warm her tummy and ease her tension. 

“Lucy, you’ve met James before, haven’t you?” Vanessa started, looking to ease her friend’s discomfort. Lucy nodded.

James looked at Vanessa sharply, and she closed her mouth and went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. He ignored Lucy for a minute, savoring his drink. He then set it down, and looked at her, his blue eyes piercing her soul.

“You are curious, aren’t you?” he asked.

Lucy nodded.

He moved his face close to hers, his breath warm upon her lips, and peered into her eyes. “Hmmmm,” he said. He read her mind, turning over her deepest thoughts like pages in a cheap novel. He saw the submissive that lurked, hidden behind what his Van called a “brilliant mind”, and he wanted to see more of it, because it would amuse him.

Vanessa served dinner, elegantly setting forth platters of food, and Lucy ate sparingly, concentrating more on the wine and James’s words. Vanessa watched her, somewhat apprehensive at first, but relaxing as she saw her friend become involved in her Master’s words. Lucy skated through dessert, not touching it, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. Perhaps it was from the wine, but they all suspected it was something else. James’s words laced the group together, and Vanessa lounged, occasionally interjecting with an illustrative point. Lucy sat, rapt.

His flow of speech paused. He stroked his sub’s hair thoughtfully and looked into the distance. 

Lucy, suddenly uncomfortable again, began to gather the dishes from the table to bring them to the sink. Vanessa snapped awake from her own reverie and began to stand and help her friend clear the table. James motioned for her to sit, and watched Lucy work, appreciating her form showing the thin fabric of her dress. 

Lucy stood at the sink, her face warm and pink, and looked into the dark window in front of her. She saw His reflection behind her, and turned to look at Him. 

James smiled coolly, looking almost evil. He stepped close to her, pinning her against the counter. He whispered into her ear, “get on your knees, girl”. The hairs on her neck stood on end and she complied, dropping to her knees, her face level with His fly, the outline of His cock beginning to press against the fabric of His pants.

James chuckled, and stroked her long hair. “Nicely done, lovely lucy,” He said, His voice almost a purr. “Would you like to see My dungeon?”

Lucy’s heart almost stopped in her chest, and her mouth went very dry. She swallowed, hard, and said, her voice a waver, “yes, please.”

James wrapped her tresses in His hand and gave a tug. “When you address Me, little slut, you will call me, Sir. Is that clear?”

In the course of a few seconds, Lucy panicked, then embraced her fate. She looked at the floor, barely able to speak, and forced out the word, “Yes.”

James yanked her hair harder, so that she cried out in pain and surprise. “What did I say?” he intoned.

“Yes, Sir.” Lucy said. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” He smiled. “Let’s go.”

James took her hand and led her down the basement steps, into a dimly lit room. Lucy waited for her eyes to adjust and looked around in surprise and horror. Hoops and pulleys and bars filled the room, in a jumble she did not understand. A tall cabinet stood at one end of the room, foreboding. On top of it sat His crop. He picked it up, swishing it through the air, and held it in His hand as He spoke to her.

“Kneel. Good. Now, do you remember our discussion of safe words?” Upon her nod, He continued, “Our safe word shall be “red”, as in the stop light. But there is another word you should remember, and that is “yellow”, for caution. you will use this word when you are not sure you can take what is happening, so that I know to slow down. I will still go forward, mind you, because fear and limitations are only to be overcome. But I will be, er, ‘gentler’ then I would have been previously. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl”, He said. Her light heartened with His praise, and she looked up at Him. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

James gently ran the tip of the crop down her cheek, leaning down to look into her eyes, probing her. “You are meant to serve, lucy,” He said, “I knew that the moment I saw you. I think you will feel everything click into place, and soon you will wonder why you hadn’t begun sooner. I ask you again: are you sure you want to do this?”

Lucy nodded, alarmed at the moisture growing between her legs with the caress of His instrument. Zillions of thoughts collided in her head, but the chaos began to orchestrate itself around the singularity. Him. 

“Get undressed, girl”, He said.

Lucy looked up, surprised. “But, Sir,” she said, the title rolling off her tongue naturally, “what about Vanessa?”

James laughed at her. She shrank beneath it, as He chuckled. “You stupid slut,” He said. “Vanessa belongs to me. She has no say as to what I do. And you… when I tell you to do something, I do not want to hear anything except ‘yes, Sir’, or this crop will not feel quite so delicate upon your skin.”

“Yes, Sir.” Lucy slipped the straps of the dress over her shoulder, letting it fall. She stood, exposed, her breasts heavy on her chest. 

James looked at her panties disdainfully. “When you come back… and I say ‘when’, not ‘if’… you will not wear underwear. They are hateful and inconvenient. If I catch you wearing underwear in My presence again, I will gag you with them and take My crop to your ass… understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Blushing, Lucy slid her panties down, over her hips, thighs, knees and calves. Stepping out of them, she bent to pick up her clothes. James stood and admired her curves, the full yet firm roundness of her ass, the gentle toned muscle of her thighs. “She will be a great sub,” He thought, His mind racing with things to try on her. He admonished Himself to go slowly. He did not want to frighten her away.

Lucy stood, painfully aware of Him appraising her body. His sharp blue eyes took in it all: her flushed cheeks, her erect nipples, and the moisture beginning to glisten at the edges of her freshly shaved slit.

He walked around her, still stroking her with His crop. “Stand tall, legs shoulder-width apart”, He’d command, tapping her legs apart with it. He used it to lift her chin. “You will keep your head up proudly, girl, but your eyes on the floor.”

“Yes, Sir.” She followed His orders, thrusting her chest forward. It felt alien and natural to her at the same time, and she was surprised to feel herself becoming more and more excited. She shifted, almost unconsciously, to feel the friction against her throbbing clit.

James caught the movement and looked at her, with a derisive grin. “Oh, I see… you’re a little slut, are you?  Well, then… I have uses for little sluts. And places for them, too…” He motioned to her to follow Him to the far corner of the room, where a bar hung from the ceiling, with two metal hoops attached. Two hoops of the same size protruded from the floor. He set His strong hands on either side of her shoulders, guiding her between them. “Wait here.”

He turned His back and walked towards the cabinet, the echo of His boots hitting the floor sounding softly off of the walls. Lucy followed His every movement, trembling with anticipation. She watched as He opened the cabinet, tried to make out the objects that lined the shelves. He removed a black box, and, holding it in both hands, turned to look at her.

He set the box down on a nearby table, and removed the lid. Lucy strained to see inside, but He blocked her vision. He turned to look at her, a smile tugging on the corner of His mouth. “You will find out soon enough, little one.”

Lucy watched as He removed a red leather collar from the box and showed it to her. “See this collar, lucy?” He asked.

Lucy nodded.

“When you enter My dungeon, you will wear this collar, signifying your submission to Me. You are free to remove it any time, and leave. Do you understand?” He looked into her doe brown eyes searchingly.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good”, He said, turning back to the box and pulling out a set of cuffs. He held the leather strip up to her nose. “Smell that, slut?” He said, “you will come to love and fear that smell.” He chuckled darkly to Himself as He bent, tightening a cuff around each ankle and clipping them to the rings in the floor. He stood back, admiring the red slashes against her lightly tanned skin, and pulled two matching wrist cuffs from the black box. He buckled them to her wrists and clipped them to the bar suspended from the ceiling, so that she was spread in an X. He walked around her body slowly, picking up His crop again and tapping it against His palm. 

Lucy trembled under His piercing blue eyes, as He appraised every inch of her body. He slid His crop over her smooth skin… across her cheek, down her neck… He gently tapped her nipple as it pointed up at Him, erect with longing, begging to be touched. He ran the tip of His crop down her abdomen, poking it between her legs. 

“Hmmmm. Let Me see…” He mumbled to Himself thoughtfully as He placed the end against her labia, parting them to reveal her inner secrets. He noted the glistening of desire on her enflamed inner lips and her throbbing clit straining against its hood. “Oh, you are a little slut, aren’t you?” He growled into her ear, as He stroked the back of her thigh with the tip of His crop.

Lucy heard Him set down the crop, pop the top of a bottle and squirt out some of the contents. She strained to turn her head to see what He is doing, but He grabbed both sides of her head and roughly pointed her face straight ahead. “Do not move unless I tell you to, slut,” He snapped. He set one hand on her ass and began to massage it roughly, pulling at the skin with His fingers.

“Tell Me, lucy. Have you ever let anybody ass-fuck you?” He asked.

Lucy nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Such a dirty, nasty whore you are.” He tsk-tsk’ed and ran His finger, coated in lube, over her puckered hole. He tested with one finger, probing gently. “Oh, but it’s been a while… you’re a dried-up dirty, nasty whore.” He jammed a second finger into her ass, as she whimpered. “This will not do… I’ll never get My cock in there…” He twisted His fingers about cruelly, causing her to moan and pull at her restraints. “Stand still, bitch”, He growled.

Lucy watched as He returned once again to the black box, but He kept His back to her, so that she could not see what He held in His hand. He walked behind her. She heard the rustle of fabric. He blindfolded her, and she began to panic, flailing wildly. 

He set His hand in the small of her back. “Ssssshhh, little one” He purred into her ear. She began to calm, when she heard the squirt of more lube. She tried to ignore the throbbing in her cunt, and the moisture that was beginning to drip out onto her thighs. She ached to be filled, and the feeling was intensified in her blindness. She squirmed under His hand, and again felt pressure at the opening of her anus. 

He worked the plug in slowly, giving her time to relax around its bulk before coaxing it further in. As the thickest part of the toy entered her, the rest followed. Lucy swallowed hard, adapting to the intrusion. He smiled, behind her. “Good girl.” He murmured. “Now I have a surprise for you.”

Lucy heard His footfalls move away from her. The door at the top of the stairs creaked open and the click of heels moving down the steps. She stiffened, nervous. She was vulnerable, totally exposed and open. She shivered, terrible images of violation and humiliation rushing behind her eyes. Goosebumps pricked her skin as she squirmed uncomfortably, her clit throbbing even more insistently with each image she conjured.

James chuckled to Himself. “See, My pet,” He whispered, out of Lucy’s earshot. It’s the gift you never knew you needed.”  Vanessa’s eyes widened as she peered at Lucy’s body splayed before them. She paced around her figure, taking in her large round breasts, the nipples pointing outward, straining, and the soft curve of her ass. Vanessa stopped, contemplating the fevered red of Lucy’s pussy spread before her, slick with excitement. She smiled. 

“Oh, thank You, Master,” she whispered. 

James motioned Vanessa towards the black box and turned to Lucy. “Lucy, I want you to meet one of My dearest friends. You are to call her ‘Ma’am’. I will be sharing you with Her, slut, because I want to.”

Lucy trembled, listening to the heels click against the floor and activity as the cabinet doors opened and closed again, and Someone rifled through the box nearby. 

Vanessa watched as James selected a paddle from His cabinet, deliberating for some time.  Suddenly realizing that it was not meant for her, for once, She grinned evilly and pulled Her brand new strap-on from the box. She belted it around her waist and thighs, Her own cunt moistening as She thought of things to do to Their little sub. Her eyes followed James as He positioned Himself behind Lucy. She watched, her fingertips stroking the dildo distractedly.

“Now lucy,” James said, “I am going to paddle your ass until it is pink. No, you’ve done nothing wrong, but that is of no consequence. I am doing it for the sole purpose that it will please Me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

James looked at Lucy’s ass, admiring the smooth, unblemished globes. He raised His paddle, aimed, and set the flat end against her virgin flesh in a test stroke. Lucy raised her head at the new sensation. He drew His arm back, and smacked her left cheek, the sound of the paddle against flesh drowned out by Lucy’s surprised scream of pain. She reared her head, and howled, tears coming to the corners of her eyes as the leather-covered wood made an impression of His dominance on her ass and drove the butt plug deeper within her. He drew His arm back again. Vanessa bit Her lip, excited. 

“Slut,” He snarled at Lucy, “if you scream like that again, I’ll have to gag you, too. Do you want that?”

Lucy composed herself. “No, Sir” Then, “Yellow!” 

James looked at her and said, “yellow, huh?” He ran His hand over her ass, slowly, reaching down and probing Lucy’s engorged labia with His fingers. She trembled with pleasure. James chuckled derisively. “Yes, I’m sure you want Me to slow down… you bitch, I’ve never felt a wetter cunt than the slut cunt before Me now. Typical. Damp eyes, drenched cunt. You’d probably love it if I gagged you, too, My filthy whore.” 

He stood up straight and readied Himself to strike her again. Lucy tensed her muscles, anticipating the blast of feeling against her bottom, but still jumped as His paddle bit at her ass. She bit her lip, avoiding the urge to scream, and squirmed, fruitlessly trying to avoid His blows, her clit screaming at her in a different manner altogether. 

Vanessa took Her strap-on into Her fingers, breathing in deeply, drawing up her inner power. “Slut,” Vanessa intoned in a loud, powerful voice, causing Lucy to jump, rattling the chains suspending the bar from which she hung. “Do you want My prick, slut?” She kicked a stepstool in front of the girl, and put one foot upon it, Her stiletto heel clicking authoritatively.  

“Yes, Ma’am,” Lucy managed to squeak out, before stifling another cry.

“Good…” purred Vanessa, as she rubbed the dildo against Lucy’s glistening slit. Lucy moaned, then cried out in ecstasy as Vanessa entered her. Lucy’s eyes widened in pleasure as Vanessa’s cock rubbed against the butt plug inside her, separated by only a thin wall. 

James watched His pet admiringly, moving to the side of the women as they copulated, breasts bouncing and thighs tensing. His cock swelled even further, and He positioned Himself so that He could watch and paddle the girl at the same time. 

He struck, Lucy moaned, and Vanessa entered her, and again. He struck, she writhed, and Vanessa thrust her strap-on deep into the girl’s hole. The Master and His sub began to work together in rhythm, thrusting and smacking, thrust-smack. Lucy’s breathing quickened and she began to moan uncontrollably. Stepping back, James motioned for Vanessa to stop.


Lucy



“Oh, no, this won’t do, slut,” He growled. “In no circumstances are you to cum unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, Sir” Lucy managed, trying to push her body back from the edge, eager to please Him and fearful of her punishment. She tried to still the whirlwind of images in her head – she was confused, unable to process – yet floating on another plane, almost.

Her eyes widened behind the blindfold as Someone unclipped her wrist- and ankle-cuffs from their rings and led her a few feet away. They stopped when her legs were against something solid, like a table. Her head swam. 

“Lay down on this bench, slut,” James demanded. 

“Yes, Sir.” Lucy felt about the bench with her unfettered hands, and balanced her torso on it, her arms and legs hanging down. She trembled with fright.

“Good girl,” James soothed her, and the words seemed to validate her.

He knelt and clipped each of her wrist-cuffs to the legs of the bench, and did the same to her ankles.  She was left with her head hanging over one end and her ass hanging over the other. Vanessa watched intently, thinking, “so… that’s how i look…”

“lucy,” He grinned, “you’ve been such a good little whore that We are going to let you suck your own juices off of My friend’s cock. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes, Sir,” Lucy mumbled, somewhat surprised to realize she would.

“Now be sure to thank My friend properly, lucy, for allowing you to do this.”

“Thank You, Ma’am.” 

Vanessa stood before Lucy, pressing the end of Her toy between the girl’s lips. She ran it across her mouth, pressing it further in. Lucy opened her mouth obediently, and began to dart her tongue out, licking her cream from it enthusiastically.

“Open your mouth, slut…. Yes, that’s it… suck it, you hungry little cocksucker.” Vanessa thrust the black silicone dick deep into Lucy’s mouth, grinding Her own hips eagerly, the friction from the end of the dildo moistening Her pussy along with Her newfound power. “Take it all, slut” She snarled, grabbing Lucy’s hair in Her hands, pulling Lucy’s face into Her, jamming the cock down her throat. 

James watched, His cock heavy with His arousal, as His pet debased her friend. He took off His pants and walked over to the girls. “My turn” He said.

Vanessa looked up, startled, having forgotten that Her Master was in the room. “Yes. Of course.” She stepped back, already fumbling at the buckles that held Her cock on, watching as He repeated what She had done, driving His cock into Lucy’s mouth as she was immobilized on the bench. 

He groaned and grabbed the girl’s hair, pounding Himself into her throat, as she thrashed her tongue in an effort to please Him. She almost gagged upon the bulk of it, the taste of pre-cum beginning to overtake her own musky taste.  He felt His balls begin to tighten, and pulled out of Her mouth, not finished.

Vanessa set the toy down and stood behind Lucy, keenly aware of Her own cunt throbbing. Vanessa watched, fascinated, running the fingers of one hand over Her moistened slit while resting the other against the plug inside Lucy’s ass. She drummed Her fingers, Her eyes never leaving Her Master’s. 

He motioned to Vanessa to unbuckle the cuffs from Lucy’s ankles, and He unclipped her wrists. As Vanessa set the cuffs on the table next to Her discarded strap-on, He flipped Lucy carefully and re-clipped her wrists, together, behind her, and under the bench. He picked up His crop, smiled down at her blindfolded form menacingly, then settled back into His chair. He watched intently as He moved the crop from hand to hand.   Vanessa continued to finger Herself as she watched James reposition Lucy. She straddled the girl and moved Her dripping labia against the girl’s abdomen, grinning at the girl. Vanessa began to rub Herself against Lucy’s hipbone, grinding Her clit into the girl’s skin and gyrating. Her nipples pointed fervently, as She undulated over the girl, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

James stood, admiring His girl, and reached out to roll one of her erect nipples between His fingers. Vanessa moaned at His touch and ground Herself into the slut beneath Her. James smiled and indicated the black box on the table beside them. Vanessa began to come out of Her daze, slow to comprehend Him. She turned, bracing Herself with Her foot against the floor and looked inside.

Twisting, she reached in and retrieved two clamps, chained together. She held them up to Him, dangling them haughtily on Her finger. He nodded. 

“Hold this, slut.” James set the crop between her teeth. “If you drop it, more than your ass will smart, let Me assure you.”

Lucy obediently closed her teeth around the leather shaft, holding it carefully so as to not anger Him. He reached and took the clamps from Vanessa’s fingertips. He dragged the chain against Lucy’s tingling skin. Vanessa continued to rub Herself against Lucy, watching as He rolled and twisted her nipples between His fingers, causing them to stand erect. Her eyes never left His hands as He clamped Lucy’s nipple, causing Lucy’s back to arch and her to moan in pain, surprise, and pleasure. Both girls moaned, almost in unison, as the second clamp closed around Lucy’s other nipple. Vanessa smiled wickedly and ran her fingertip against the chain, tugging gently. She reached behind Her, sliding Her fingers into Lucy’s dripping pussy.

“My, my, my… you really are a slut, aren’t you, lucy?”

She tugged again at the chain connecting the clamps on Lucy’s nipples and climbed off the girl. She knelt and examined Lucy’s cunt, noting the throbbing clit, straining against its hood. Vanessa chuckled scornfully. “I bet you’re a dyke, too, aren’t you, you filthy bitch? Yes, I bet you are.” She bent and ran her tongue along Lucy’s slit, and Lucy moaned with the soft touch of Vanessa’s tongue against her swollen privates. She raised her hips to meet Vanessa’s mouth, but Vanessa pulled away.

“Oh, no, slut,” Vanessa taunted Lucy, “you don’t get that.” James handed her two clothespins. “You get this.” Vanessa pushed Lucy’s thighs further apart, and snapped a clothespin on her outer pussy lip. Lucy yelped, then bit down on the crop. Lucy’s back arched in agony and ecstasy as Vanessa put the clothespin on her other lip. Vanessa smiled wickedly, and James handed Her a thick purple vibe from His cabinet. She twisted the base, turning it on to a low hum, and slid it easily inside Lucy. Reaching into the box, she removed a length of rope. She looped it around Lucy’s waist and between her legs, tying it again at the waist, binding in the vibe with a crotch rope. 

“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” Vanessa snarled at her. The vibe teased Lucy mercilessly and she bit her lip. Vanessa leaned over her again and tugged on the nipple chain. James put His hand on His pet’s shoulder.

“Not here,” James whispered to Vanessa. “I want her over there.” He walked over to a high, padded table and bent over. 

Vanessa took the crop from Lucy’s mouth and unclipped Lucy’s wrists and unbuckled the cuffs, rubbing her wrists gently as She guided her over to Her Master. Lucy breathed in sharply as the crotch rope chafed at her bothered clit.

“Show Him how grateful you are, slut. Lick His asshole, whore.” Vanessa growled in Her soft voice. Lucy shivered and knelt, as Vanessa grabbed her hair and pushed her face into His ass. Lucy stuck out her tongue, tentatively, running it up and down.

“Mmmm. That’s a start, slut. Now fuck Me with your tongue, bitch.” James groaned as Lucy stiffened her tongue and pressed it into Him, massaging His prostate, then extracting it to circle His anus in sloppy circles.

Vanessa toyed with Her Master’s crop, and looked at Lucy’s pink ass, swaying seductively as she rimmed Him. Vanessa flicked her wrist, kissing Lucy’s tender flesh with its tip. Lucy howled in pain, her face buried in James’s ass. She trembled, tears again in her eyes. Vanessa stood back and admired the thin red welt already rising to the surface of Lucy’s left ass cheek. She struck again, this time on the right, a parallel welt surfacing to match the first. Lucy’s knees gave slightly, and a scream was garbled in her throat. Her cunt gripped the vibe eagerly, and she fought the orgasm that threatened to uncoil in her abdomen.

James moaned as He felt Lucy tense from the blows. His eyes widened as He recognized the swish of His crop, zinging through the air. He grinned and chuckled to Himself, standing suddenly and turning towards the girls. He led His sub across the room, laying her on a cushion. He kissed her tenderly and smiled. “My little pet has claws, I see,” He teased.

He turned back to Lucy, bending to remove the clothespins from her labia, winking to Vanessa as Lucy gasped when they came off. Then He returned to His sub’s side.

“Come here, slut.”

“Yes, Sir.” Lucy stood and started to walk towards them. 

“What the fuck to you think you’re doing?” James roared. “Did I say you could stand up, bitch?”

Lucy’s heart sank. “No, Sir.”

“Well, get on your fucking hands and knees and crawl back over there before you dare approach Us, whore.”

“Yes, Sir.”

James stood and moved behind Lucy. “Kneel before Her, bitch,” He intoned.

“Yes, Sir,” Lucy whimpered, trembling, no longer sure if from fear or anticipation. Her thighs dripped with her excitement, and the lust had long ago turned into a dull ache, only exacerbated by the vibe humming away inside her.  

James bent behind her and removed the blindfold. Lucy’s mouth dropped open as she looked up into her friend’s beautiful face, and she shivered, exhausted and exhilarated from the evening’s events. She opened her mouth to speak, but James took her by her hair and shoved her face between Vanessa’s lanky thighs, Her sweet smell filling Lucy’s nostrils.

“Here is Your reward, slut,” James growled. “Make My little one cum.”

Vanessa felt her insides tense as her Master uttered those words, almost ready to cum on cue, but let out a tortured groan as Lucy’s tongue touched her pulsating button. She writhed on the cushions, her hips pushing eagerly against Lucy’s face. Lucy lapped fervently, running her tongue along Vanessa’s inner labia, taking Vanessa’s clit into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue as she sucked. 

James felt His cock burgeoning with lust as He watched the two subs together, their exquisite forms contorted in their play, doubled over in rapture. He moved behind Lucy, and removed the butt plug from its home. 

Lucy sighed inside Vanessa, then moaned as He entered her ass, easing His cock in, past each ring of muscle, allowing her to relax, then pushing it in further. His thickness pushed against her, closing her more tightly against the vibrator inside her.

“Do not cum, either of you sluts,” James demanded, “until I say so, and only then. Or else.” His voice was ominous as He sank fully into Lucy’s rectum. 

“Yes, Sir”, the girls replied in unison, both with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. 

He grabbed her hips with each hand and drove Himself inside her, riding her ass mercilessly, pounding away at her. With each thrust He sunk deeper, and the force of His hammering caused Lucy’s face to be pushed further into Vanessa’s hungry cunt. Vanessa cried out in rhythm with His driving ass fucking, and He muttered obscenities at the both of them. “Sluts, whores, bitches,” He almost chanted, grunting with His exertion. The girls’ moaning increased with each utterance.

He pulled out His cock and fisted it furiously, holding it over the girls. He came, a load of hot white cum dripping over Vanessa’s pussy and Lucy’s face. 

“Now clean it up, girls,” He commanded, “Lick Me clean, then each other. Do not waste a precious drop, or there will be hell to pay.” 

Lucy and Vanessa both turned their heads up towards Him and ran their tongues over His cock. Vanessa slipped her tongue over His head as Lucy suckled on the shaft. They sucked and licked until His cock glistened with their saliva. 

“Good,” James almost groaned, “now clean each other.”

Vanessa turned towards her friend, feeling a minute of shyness, then kissed her, tasting the familiar mingling of her own essence and her Master’s. Her lips gently nibbled at Lucy’s, her tongue darting in between them, before moving her mouth over Lucy’s face, licking and sucking softly. Lucy smiled and bent before Vanessa, again licking her, more slowly and tenderly. They both ached with need, and their efforts against impending orgasm was not helped for either of them by the tongue or the vibe. 

“Good girls,” James crooned, “Very good girls. Now cum for Me.”

Lucy began first, the tension and excitement of the evening uncoiling rapidly in her abdomen, causing her body to rock and her to cry out to heaven. She felt her walls close around the vibe, as a jet of her juices squirted onto the cushions below. She rocked violently, muffling her screams in Vanessa’s cunt, the vibrations sending Vanessa quickly over the edge.

Warm waves of pleasure radiated from Vanessa’s center through her limbs, and she felt as if she were floating. Her hips gyrated sensuously against Lucy’s mouth as she grabbed the cushion below her, as if to hold herself to Earth, then let go.

James smiled as He watched their bliss. He unfastened Lucy’s crotch rope, and removed the vibe, coated in her cream. He chuckled, “Normally I would demand that you clean this off… with your tongue. But you’ve both been such good girls, both have made Me very proud of you.  Come sit with me.” He motioned for one to rest on either side of Him, with their heads on His lap. 

The girls joined Him eagerly, and melted as He stroked their hair and kissed their foreheads. “Such very good girls,” He whispered to them, His head close to theirs.



Lucy



Lucy was who I considered to be my first 'proper' girlfriend. That is someone who I actually had a relationship with rather than just a fumble. All together we were a couple for about 5 years, but in the end it just fizzled out.

At the time, she was the best sex I had. She knew what she wanted and liked to get it. I was happy to be along for the ride. In the grander scheme of things, the sex was very straight, but unknown to her it would be Lucy who would unlock my interest in arse-play.

We had been together about a year and we decided as young couples do that we needed to buy a sex guide book. The one we chose was pretty crap, but it told us all about the perineum and what fun stimulating the anus and g-spot can be. Well, we had to try it.

Lucy is about 5'7 with long curly hair (always a treat to get my come in there!!) She had a good figure with cute 34B tits. I would love fucking her, especially in her favourite position, her on top. It was in this position that she would ride me and as we reached climax I would wet my finger and poke it into her arsehole. This would inevitably set her onto her orgasm and I was never far behind. I loved the way her little hole would pinch on my finger and it would slide in and out on its own accord as she humped me. For my part, there is only a small amount of skin separating the vagina from the anus, I loved feeling my cock rubbing against my finger as we fucked. Sometimes she would put her finger in which was better for me, but she was less up for this,

The best bit for me though was the reciprocal action! She would blow me and lube up my arsehole with some baby oil. She was a pretty good cock sucker, but would get tired of it. No problem for me, I would let her wank me while we 69'd then as I got closer she would resume sucking me.

I remember one particular time, she was staying at my place, I lived above the shop where I worked. I was due in work in 5minutes and she was feeling naughty. I said I had to go so she said that if I wanted one, I could have a 'special.' She pulled out the baby oil to prove she wasn't bluffing and I was back on the bed quicker than you can say 'late again!'

I was not hard when I lay down which was brilliant. I love the feeling of wet lips on my soft dick, it gets so hard so quickly! While she worked on the head with her mouth she squirted oil on my balls and I moaned as I felt it run down my arse crack. I obligingly opened my legs and her hand worked its way up my thigh and worked its way between my cheeks. She never usually starts on my hole this early, so I was feeling really horny. She was teasing my hole with her finger tip. I could hear her giggling as I tried to wriggle my arsehole onto her finger. She pulled her face off my cock and asked me what I wanted, "I want your finger," I replied. What did I want with it she asked, what should she do with her finger? I was getting desperate now, she had been teasing my ring for so long, "I want it in me," I said, "I want you to put it my arsehole!" 

Oh, was her reply and she leant down to whisper in my ear, "You want me to finger fuck you?" Lucy rarely swore so hearing this dirty question come from her lips was amazing.

"Yes" I replied without hesitation, "Finger fuck me please!" 

She sucked my cock again then said, "Pardon?" I replied again and again she sucked my cock, "I can't hear you," she said. 

I replied louder, "Please fuck me with your finger, come on, please put it in me" 

She pushed on my hole and said, "Louder!"

I needed that finger in my arse now! SO I shouted it out, "Come on, Fuck me, FUCK MY ARSE WITH YOUR FINGER!" She obliged this time and I felt her finger sink into my arsehole as she sucked down on my cock once more. My cock had got so hard, I wanted it more, I was going to come soon. "That's it," I shouted, "FUCK MY LITTLE ARSEHOLE, GIVE IT TO ME!!" Well she certainly did. My cock was firmly in her mouth and she added another finger to my tight arse. I felt her hit my g-spot and was shouting for her to FUCK MY LITTLE HOLE as my come started shooting down her throat. Heaven!!

I kissed her deeply as I threw on my clothes (I love licking my come out of a woman) and left her on the bed as I ran down the stairs.

My boss was standing outside the shop as I approached just tucking my shirt. "Sorry I'm late," I began, "but..." He held up a hand to cut me off. Shit I thought, he must be really pissed. Then I realised that he wasn't holding a hand to stop me talking, but was pointing up. I know a look of horror fell across my face; I looked up to see my bedroom window open, Lucy was there and she gave me a wicked grin.

I looked back at my boss who just smiled. Apparently I have never been redder since that day!



Lucy



The sunset was amazing. Lucy wasn't sure how things had ended up the way they had, but right now it was all ok. Her friend had asked her to come down to Houston and go hiking. The girl was visiting relatives there and was bored. She said there was a gorgeous park and lake nearby, and they could both get away for a while.

So Lucy had driven down. She met her girlfriend at her aunt's house, and the two of them started to leave. Then, just as they stepped out of the house, the girl caught a heel on the step down, fell, and broke her ankle. Lucy had taken her to the hospital and her friend would be fine. But the girl also had felt terrible about calling Lucy all the way to Houston for nothing. So she had given Lucy a map of the area and told her about the most beautiful place she had ever seen.

At first, Lucy hadn't wanted to go alone. But then she figured she might as well go look, after all she was already here. So she took a drive over to Sheldon Lake. It was late afternoon by the time she got there. Lucy figured she'd just walk around for a few hours and then head back.

It was fantastic. The park was beautiful, with trees and hiking paths. Then, about a half hour ago, she had reached the lake itself. It was awesome. The water was clear and blue, and the sun was so low in the sky, that it was glistening pink off the water. As the sun went down, the water seemed to change color. It would go red or gold, as the sun dropped. After it was dark, Lucy just sat for a while. Then, as much as she would have just like to stay, she realized she had to get home.

That was when she heard the laughing. It was clearly female, and close by. So Lucy decided to check it out before she left. She walked along the lakeshore, following the sound. It was less than half a mile later, that Lucy found it. There was a large boat anchored in a cove of the lake. The laughing was coming from onboard.

Lucy just stared for a moment, and then started to leave, when someone on the boat yelled at her. At first, Lucy thought she was angry, but then she realized that the girl was asking her if she'd like to come aboard. For some reason, Lucy realized that she really wanted to do just that.

She walked the ramp onto the boat, and two women were waiting for her. They introduced themselves as Carol and Nancy. Lucy never would learn their last names. The girls offered Lucy a drink. All they had was rum and coke, but Lucy said that was fine. As they drank, the girls told Lucy that they and their friends were on vacation, and were about to have a big party. They were minding the boat, while everyone else had gone into town for supplies. When they got back, they were going to build a big fire in the clearing by the boat. Then they would all drink and eat, and have fun all night. 

As Lucy drank, she looked the girls over. They were both in swimsuits. Carol was a very slim blonde. Her hair was straight, with just a little wave to it. It was long and fine, and it blew gently in the breeze. The golden hair reached about half way down the girl's back. The bathing suit was a tiny, two-piece. It was cut very low, but with Carol's small breasts, there was still no real cleavage. But what curves the girl had appeared very firm, and Lucy guessed that she was quite athletic. Also, the blonde smiled constantly, and her blue eyes seemed to just sparkle.

Nancy was a redhead. Her hair was only shoulder length, and was quite curly. Also, she was a much curvier girl than Carol. Her bathing suit was a little more substantial, but it had more to cover. Lucy wasn't sure how large Nancy's breasts were, but they were definitely at least a D cup. And when she turned around, her ass was also very curvy. She wasn't heavy though. In the bikini she was wearing, Lucy couldn't see any extra weight around Nancy's middle. Then the redhead brought Lucy another drink. As she took it, she looked up and saw that Nancy's eyes were a bright green. That was all she had a chance to notice, as Nancy continued to bend down after she handed Lucy her drink. Then the two girls' lips met, and Lucy just relaxed and let the beautiful redhead kiss her.

The kiss was soft and gentle, and when it was over, Nancy didn't say a word. She just walked back to her seat and let Lucy have her drink. But when the glass was empty again, the other girl came over to refill her glass. Just like before, no words were spoken, as beautiful, blonde Carol poured Lucy another drink and kissed her deeply.

Two drinks and two kisses later, whatever inhibitions Lucy had started with all melted away. When Nancy came by for her third kiss, Lucy reached up and wrapped her arms around the redhead's neck. She pulled the beautiful girl to her and began the kiss herself. The two ladies' mouths opened, and their tongues explored each other. It seemed to go on for minutes, but then Nancy pulled her head away and Lucy tried to collect herself.

The girls didn't really give Lucy a chance to calm down, however. They got up, and Carol took Lucy's hand and led her off the boat into the party clearing. It was dark and clear, and the stars were beautiful. Nancy began to remove her bathing suit. Lucy couldn't help staring, as those awesome curves were uncovered. Then Carol began to undress her.

For a second, Lucy tensed up. But then she just relaxed and let Carol go. Her top and jeans were removed, and a minute later, her bra and panties followed them to the ground. When she was naked, Lucy turned around just in time to see the last of Carol's bikini leave her body. 

With everyone nude, Carol pulled Lucy to the ground. Between the excitement and the alcohol, Lucy wasn't about to object. The willowy blonde laid Lucy on her back. Then she kissed her way up her legs all the way to her pussy. Lucy couldn't help letting out a tiny shriek as Carol's tongue hit her clit for the first time. Then, as her pussy was explored by Carol's tongue, Lucy began to gasp for air. The feelings were amazing.

Nancy bent down next to Lucy and kissed her again. Lucy was so excited, she grabbed Nancy's head and practically shoved her tongue down her throat. Carol was driving her crazy, and Lucy just couldn't control herself. Nancy moved her hands to her breasts, and Lucy began to explore. They were far larger than her own, and Lucy loved the feel of them. They were soft and heavy, and Lucy loved the way Nancy seemed to just purr as she stroked them.

Lucy's breathing was getting heavier, and Nancy pulled away. Lucy felt herself pulled onto her side, but she didn't care. Carol's tongue was still at work in her pussy. As long the blonde kept doing what she was doing, Lucy didn't give a damn what else happened. Then, Nancy's legs slid around Lucy. The redhead's legs moved down, and Lucy realized that her pussy was making its way to her face. Lucy had never kissed another woman down there, but she knew she was about to. The excitement of it just added to everything.

It was so dark, that Lucy could barely see the fine red fur that just barely covered Nancy's cunt. Like most redheads, she had barely any body hair and didn't even need to shave. Then, those soft furry lips were pressing into Lucy's face, and she kissed those lips, just as she had kissed the others minutes earlier.

Carol stabbed into Lucy's vagina, and the beautiful brunette squealed again. Then her own tongue plunged between Nancy's pussylips and began to explore in there the same way it had made its way into Nancy's mouth. The taste was sweet and salty at the same time, although it didn't really matter. The way Carol was working on her pussy, Lucy couldn't really concentrate on any flavor anyway.

Lucy tried to focus on what she was doing to Nancy, but she just couldn't. Carol was driving her crazy. God!!! She couldn't take any more. Lucy screamed at the top her lungs and arched her back. Then her whole body began to shake. Her mouth closed, and Nancy let out a matching shriek, as Lucy practically sucked her pussy inside out. The redhead grabbed Lucy's head and pressed her face right into her cunt. Lucy just continued to shake and cum, as her mouth was rubbed back and forth across Nancy's pussy. Her own orgasm was just starting to slow, when Nancy's body began to shake and writhe just as she had done moments earlier. Lucy plunged her tongue back up inside Nancy, as the redhead lost complete control. It was several minutes later before the women settled back down onto the grass and tried to breathe normally again.

Carol didn't give them much time to rest. She hadn't had the fun they had, and she wanted some. The lithe blonde moved her way up Lucy's body. Pushing Nancy out of the way, she wrapped her legs around Lucy's head, and pulled her face right into her pussy. Lucy was tired, and for a moment she thought about pushing away, but Carol had been so nice to her already. She reached out with her arms and wrapped them around Carol's waist. Then, pulling the blonde tight against her, she found her clit with her tongue and went to work. 

As she licked at Carol's pussy, Lucy felt her own body being moved. Nancy was pulling on her feet, and trying to change her position. Lucy didn't mind, she just let Nancy take her wherever she wanted. A minute later, Lucy hissed as Nancy pulled her legs apart and began working on her cunt. The redhead was licking and sucking down there, and Lucy was still really sensitive from her last orgasm.

Lucy lifted her head a moment and looked around. All three women were now connected. Nancy had pulled Carol around so that the blonde's face was right in the redhead's muff, while Nancy was eating away at Lucy. Lucy had heard of daisy chains before, of course, but she never thought she'd be part of one. God, it was WONDERFULL!!!! Lucy sighed happily, and then lowered her face and went back to work on Carol.

For the next half hour or so, the girls just stayed that way. Every few minutes, one of them would shriek and moan as it became her turn to cum. Then she would just go back to eating the pussy right in front of her. Lucy had honestly lost track of how many times she came. The brunette was starting to wonder how long this could last, when she heard tires squeal. Lucy looked up to see a pickup truck racing into the clearing. The truck parked and several people got out. As people streamed out of the cab and off the bed, Lucy counted five men and three girls. And there she was with her mouth on some girl's pussy in front of all these people. She knew she should be really embarrassed, but for some reason Lucy just didn't care. 

As the group approached, Lucy wondered what would happen next. She needn't have worried. Everyone was smiling as they walked over. The guys took turns giving Lucy's pretty tits a little squeeze, while the girls went to get her another drink.

As Lucy sipped her now refilled drink, the guys began stacking wood. When they were ready, the poured some charcoal lighter on it and lit the timber. Within minutes, a beautiful big bonfire was burning in the clearing. Lucy just stayed there, naked, near the file, while the girls made sure that she always had a fresh drink.

Lucy wasn't the only naked out there. The two girls she had been playing with never put clothes on either. No one seemed to care. The whole group just settled in around the fire. Everyone was drinking and smiling. After an hour, Lucy was feeling absolutely no pain. So she didn't even care, or really even notice, when everyone else began removing their clothes. 

A few minutes later, one of the girls came over and helped Lucy sit up. Then, some guy, Lucy never did learn their names, came over and stood in front of her. His dick was right at the level of her mouth, so Lucy just opened up and let him put it in. It was very nice, and Lucy enjoyed just sitting there sucking on it. The cock got harder and harder, as Lucy sucked and licked it. The little brunette loved running her tongue all over it. 

Lucy thought the guy would come in her mouth, but he pulled out. Then he got down on his back in the grass. After that, one of the girls Lucy had eaten helped her over to him. When she was in position, Lucy just squatted down and took that rock hard cock right up her pussy. Lucy just closed her eyes and rocked on the hard shaft now embedded inside her. It had been too long since she'd had a man in there, and it was wonderful. Then she felt something brush her lips. When she opened her eyes, Lucy saw another cock in front of her face. The drunk woman sucked it into her mouth while she continued to ride the other dick that was firmly driving in and out of her vagina. She just continued to purr, as that rod slid in and out of her, while she ran her tongue all over the other cock that was enjoying her mouth.

When the second cock also pulled out, Lucy was really puzzled. After all, the one was already in her pussy. Surely this guy, whoever he was, would want to cum, too. But then the girl was holding Lucy's hands and pulling her forward. Soon, she was lying right on top of the guy who was fucking her. It was sooo dreamy. She could just lay there and let that wonderful thing slide in and out. 

But then, she felt hands on her butt. A moment later, her cheeks were spread apart and a finger went up her other hole. It surprised her for a moment, but between the alcohol, and that cock doing such wonderful work inside her, Lucy just relaxed and enjoyed the new sensation. 

The finger probed her little anus for a minute or two. Then it pulled out and Lucy felt it replaced by the head of the cock she had just been sucking. That was all right. Lucy knew she was about to be fucked up the ass, but she was okay with that. The one cock inside her felt so incredibly good. Surely two up inside her would feel even better.

The drunk brunette's little anus relaxed easily. It was hardly any effort at all for the new guy to slide his cock right up the strange brunette's little butthole. In fact, the hardest thing was simply finding room with his buddy's dick still in her pussy. Quickly, the two guys got into a rhythm where one of them would pull out as the other one drove in. So Lucy always had one hole completely filled. 

The sensations were amazing. With both rods pistoning her holes, Lucy was getting hotter and hotter. GOD!! She couldn't take much more of this. For that matter, neither could the guys who were still pounding away inside her. Lucy was just about to go over the edge, when the men beat her to it. Lucy was just starting to cum, when both men began shooting. As they came, the guys lost their timing, and both of them just drove as far up the hole they were screwing as they could possibly get. Lucy let out the most amazing howl, as both those rods drove deep into her openings. Then her whole body just began to vibrate. Trapped the way she was, with both of those hard shafts all the way up inside her, Lucy could barely move. She just continued to let out completely animalistic sounds, as the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced crashed over her. 

When Lucy finally finished cumming she realized she was empty. She'd been so out of it, she'd never even noticed when the guys pulled out of her. She was just lying on the grass on her side. It was over. The woman didn't move. She was just going to stay there and enjoy the feelings still going through her. 

But then, two of the guys were picking her up. One of them had each end and they were moving her. As she was turned to face the ground, Lucy barely had time to realize that she was being put onto another guy. Before she could say a word, she was lowered down, and a new dick made its way into her pussy. Lucy could barely move, so she just collapsed onto the guy and let him drive in and out of her. 

Already, just about exhausted, Lucy couldn't believe it as she felt her bottom being pulled open again. Dear GOD! She was going to be double stuffed a second time. Sure enough, a dick head was placed at her anal opening, and then began to push its way in. In just moments, Lucy was completely filled in both her lower openings again. 

God, she had thought she was about to pass out. But now, with those two new cocks plowing her, Lucy was getting a burst of new energy. It felt so incredibly good. Those guys were just stroking slow and deep. Her pussy was getting that warm feeling again. And her ass was just clamping down on the rod that was up inside it. Then, as if that wasn't enough, the last guy was standing in front of her. Well, Lucy knew what to do. She sucked his cock into her mouth. She had all her holes filled now. GOD!! Lucy had three cocks inside her body. THREE!!! It was the most unbelievable thing that had ever happened to her. Oh, if it could just last forever. The ecstatic brunette sucked hard on the one dick, while the other two began to speed up inside her remaining two pockets. 

Lucy couldn't believe what she was doing. She had heard of women doing double penetrations of course, but she'd never come close to doing it herself. And she'd never even heard of anyone doing two doubles, one right after the other. And it felt so wonderful. The delighted lady just closed her eyes and went with the flow. She happily sucked on the dick in her mouth, while the other two stroked in and out of her pussy and ass. The feelings were just incredible.

The next few minutes passed, with Lucy trying not to lose her hold on the cock in her mouth. What was happening down below was trying to make her lose all control, but she held on as best she could. Then, those two prongs inside her thrust deep in her channels. Lucy couldn't take any more. She came again and screamed right around the rod in her mouth. As she came, her holes clamped down on the guys stuck in there, and they came a moment later. Then, as if that wasn't enough, the vibrations of Lucy shrieking around his dick set the last guy off as well. So as Lucy was lost in orgasm, two men spurted into her nether holes, while a third guy left a heavy load right on her tongue. When Lucy finished cumming, all the alcohol finally caught up with her. Before she could even swallow the syrup in her mouth, pretty Lucy passed out cold.

It must have been hours later that she woke up. Lucy knew it had been quite awhile because she was still naked and everyone else was dressed. Also, all that cum had just dried in her mouth. She needed another drink and that was easy to come by. All of the others were happy to give the naked beauty some more rum.

While she drank, the others decided that Lucy should entertain everyone. The brunette was just sitting there holding her drink, when one of the girls pulled her legs wide apart so that everyone could see her pussy. Well, here was an area Lucy was very familiar with. The lady loved showing herself off. Now she was in her element.

The partiers had Lucy pull her pussy wide open. The brunette just grabbed her lips and pulled them as far apart as they would go. She'd made sure that everyone could see her little clit and her channel. Lucy was completely shaved of course, so it was easy to see everything.

After she had opened herself, all the guys started handing Lucy things to put into her holes. This was fine with her. She was still horny from everything that had happened. Masturbating and having another orgasm would be perfect. 

They started with a tire tool. Lucy just stuck the end in her pussy and began shoving it in and out. Then someone handed her a spoon, so Lucy stuffed that handle up her ass, and began moving the implement around in her butt. 

Lucy would work the objects she had in both her holes. Then, every minute or so, someone would take something away from her and give her something new. Lucy would just take whatever she was given and put it back into one of her openings. Within an hour, the brunette had gone through silverware, candles, beer and soda bottles, and some objects that she didn't even recognize. By the time she came, Lucy had lost track so completely, that she didn't even know what she had up her pussy or her ass. And she didn't care. She just pounded them in there as deep and hard as she could, while she came in front of everyone. Lucy had just enough time to realize that everyone was cheering and clapping, before she passed out once again.




Lucy



She wasn't out nearly as long this time. When she came to, Lucy found herself lying on her back. There was something still stuck in her ass, but she didn't really have a chance to check. One of the girls was holding her head up. She had the back of Lucy's neck, so that her head was leaning back a bit. The girl was also holding her mouth open. For a moment, Lucy didn't know why she was doing that. Then she looked around, and it all became clear. 

All five guys were standing around her. They were all unzipped, and their dicks were out and hard. Not only that, but each one of them was pointed at her face, and one of the girls was jerking it off. Lucy thought about trying to move her head, but then figured what the hell. She was still really too drunk to move much anyway. And a moment later it didn't matter. One after another, all five cocks began spewing onto Lucy's face. It filled her mouth, covered her face, it even went up her nose. Lucy tried to swallow but there was so much, it filled her too fast to keep up. It was still leaking out of her mouth, when she passed out for the last time.

This time Lucy had no idea how long she was out. When she woke up, she was alone. She was still naked, and there was still something up her ass. And the amount of cum dried in her mouth was amazing. Lucy looked around, but there was nothing to drink. She would just have to go home with that stuff in her mouth. But she could at least take the thing out of her butt. Lucy reached down and pulled it out. To her surprise, she found a long barbecue fork. The entire handle was up her ass, and the long metal stem and the two prongs were sticking out. When she had it out, Lucy started to throw it away, but then she decided she wanted a souvenir of this unbelievable night. So she found her clothes, got dressed, and put the fork in a pocket. Then, still a bit dazed, the happy woman made her way back to her friend's aunt's house.

Lucy found her way back, but she still was in no condition to drive. Her friend had given her a key to the house, so she sacked out there until morning. Then she made her way back home to Humble. It was a very happy and contented young woman who arrived home that afternoon.

The experience had been so unbelievable, that Lucy thought about keeping it a secret. But then she decided to share it with everyone. So that evening, Lucy told everyone on the web what had happened to her. Then, to prove it, she spread herself open and let everyone watch her cum on camera.

Lucy's experience ended, but she might share it with you. If you'd like to know more about it, log onto ANYWEBCAM and look for lonelylucy. Tell her that you read her story, and would like to see her in action. You won't be disappointed. 




Lucy



Morning came early. Not because he wanted to get up at such an early hour, but because the sun made it through that one little open section of curtain and hit him in the eyes. Normally the curtains were neat, hung straight as if ordered to do so by a slave driver of a Master Sergeant. But now, they fell about the window frame in a disorderly manner, the lady of the house not able to fuss over them and correct their slovenliness.

The curtains weren't the only thing disobeying orders. A lamp shade sat akimbo, various items of clothing lay strewn on the floor, and the bed's comforter was piled in a corner, evidence of someone's carelessness.

That someone was lying beside him, still snoozing dreamily.

"I gotta piss." The first thoughts that entered his head. Just like every other day. Lazily scratching his nuts, visions of the previous night came back to him like shadows in a funhouse. Even if he tried to focus on them, clarity was fleeting. Drinking, laughing, friends, the seduction of a friend's wife, more drinking, more laughing, sex—oh my God, the sex!—kept flashing through his mind.

Exiting the huge bed gingerly, careful to not make a movement that would cause her to stir, he sat up. "Naked...again," he thought to himself. "'Didn't even bother to put on drawers." The evidence of last night's debauchery was everywhere. A crumpled pair of purple panties (What a misnomer; that wisp of lingerie barely could cover a deck of cards let alone a beautiful ass like the one in the bed.), a torn pair of boxers, and a still slightly wet stain on the bed all pointed out that someone had had a lot of fun.

Morning wood led the way to the master bath just down a small hallway. He peed as quietly as possible while memories came rushing back. "Did two different women really suck my cock?" He emptied his bladder. "Geez, that was hot."

Considerately, he wiped any little splashes of piss off of the rim of the toilet since she liked to keep a clean house. Keeping her happy was very high on the list of priorities. A woman who did the things she was capable of was certainly worth keeping happy. He looked in the mirror, stretched luxuriantly, and noticed with some satisfaction that his morning toilet which usually allowed the swelling of his cock to dissipate, had had no effect. Still hard, he walked back into the bedroom.

Tousled blond locks spilled all over the pillows. One dainty hand drooped over the edge of the bed from beneath cotton sheets. Well manicured fingers hung lazily, reminding him of when they'd been wrapped tightly around his throbbing member last night as she stood behind him, slowly jacking the rod. Those pretty fingers and expertly painted nails looked fantastic wrapped around his thick cock. A brunette with vaguely Polynesian features had been kneeling in front of him, her bare tits still heaving from the exertion of her recent orgasm.

He hesitated, trying to remember that orgasm. 

"Oh yeah..." he smiled to himself as he remembered the scene of the blond kneeling behind the brunette, working those pretty fingers over her clit and into her cunt, whispering into her ear, "Do you want to cum for me? Your pussy's so wet...say you want to cum. I might let you do it."

"Yes," gasped the brunette, "let me cum." She gulped for air again. "God, the places you're touching me...Please!"

The blond slowed her manipulation. "What will you do for me?" she hissed.

The brunette didn't hesitate: "Anything."

"Anything?" came the blond's feigned surprise. A wicked smile played on her face that only he could see.

Still playing in the brunette's bald pussy, the blond worked to control her friend by not allowing her to cum. "Will you suck his cock? I'd love to share him with you. Do you want a taste of what I can have any time? Do you want that veiny, velvety, stiff cock in your mouth?" Without waiting for her to answer, he'd stepped even closer to her and unzipped his tuxedo trousers.

"Open your mouth. Take him. If you treat him nice, I'll get you off."

Standing over the sleeping blond, his cock grew harder as he remembered the scene. Somehow, she was still wearing remnants of last night's outfit. A purple bra hung askew over her breasts, the right one peeking out from its cup, a pink nipple tempting him. Those tits had inspired so many daydreams, fantasies, and wild fuck sessions in the few short months that they'd been together. They'd be riding in the car and she'd droop a shoulder, pull the top of a sundress away from one of them, and within minutes that little minx would be riding his shaft while the two of them enjoyed heights of orgasmic bliss that neither had experienced before. Or she'd come out of the shower, towel wrapped around her waste and he'd be on her, sucking those nipples and practically mauling her breasts. Fresh from the shower, smelling of clean girl (his favorite fragrance), she was such a sight that he couldn't resist exerting her and making her need another shower. And last night, last night, when she'd exposed the brunette's tits and then her own, he'd finally nutted, spraying his cum all over the brunette's upper chest while the blond pinched her own nips and encouraged him.

"Wow, that was some night," he said softly, not sure if she was awake. If she was, she'd answer. She'd wake up horny; 'probably suck him off or masturbate her own sex while he watched. She was always up for putting on a good show for him. If she was indeed sound asleep and didn't respond to his recollection, then that was fine too. Even asleep, she was putting on a show, arousing him more by the minute. The thin sheet wrinkled itself around her midsection, barely hiding the perfect curve of well toned hips, shapely thighs, and the treasures between them. "If you were only awake, Dear..." he thought to himself as he remembered last night.

The brunette had expertly suckled him. Ruby red lips left lipstick smears all along the length of his veiny shaft. Her tongue had snaked its way around its girth, tickled his nuts heavy with the cum that he so longed to release, and even plied its way into the slit of his peehole. While she fought to force him to release, the blond had continued her ministrations at her cunt. Two fingers worked over the brunette's steamy hole and forced their way higher and higher into her channel. "Make him happy, Baby. When you make him happy, you make me happy, too. Isn't he big? I think he likes to watch me fucking your pussy with my fingers, don't you? Look at that, look at it. Yeah that's it. Suck him...more...get it all into your mouth. Relax your throat, Doll. That's it. Ooh, I think he's close."

The blonde's constant dirty talk aroused both of them. For his part, he seemed to grow bigger in her mouth and she seemed to get wetter around the blonde's fingers. As he approached his peak, the brunette could no longer take it. A stiff cock in her mouth and the blonde's expert fingers in her cunt set her off. She came, quietly at first, but was soon gasping for air. She released his member from her mouth to facilitate her breathing. When she did, the blonde's wet fingers found their way into her mouth, smearing her own creamy juices around her tongue. She'd tasted herself before, but certainly never had her own flavor forced upon her. She gave in; physically relenting and allowing the blond to do whatever she wanted. Licking them clean, she removed all of her own pussy's liquid from the hand of the blond girl behind her.

"That's it. Nice." Blondie removed her fingers from the open mouth of the brunette. "Now sit up. That's good, on your knees dear. We're going to help him."

He stood over them, slowly jacking his rod now, watching the heaving tits of the brunette while the blond moved behind him and took over for him. She was at just the right height for it too. With her heels on, she was tall enough to reach around his waist and get a good grip on his manhood. "Let me know when you're going to blow. I want to get down there with her and watch. You'll do that for me, won't you?"

His reply was a barely intelligible grunt.

"You love me, right?" She stroked from the head to the balls slowly for emphasis.

"Yep!" he replied enthusiastically. Dammit, she really did a number on him when she jacked him off from behind. She was so intuitive about what made him tick. Somehow, maybe instinctively, she'd discovered that he loved this. The fact that she wore her stilettos when she did it made it impossible to resist. She practically needed to so that she could gain enough height to reach around him properly. She also knew he had a major fetish for her pretty feet and she took advantage of it. At every opportunity, she wore shoes that accentuated her toned legs and showcased her sexy feet. He happily shelled out the money for shoes and her pedicures since she willingly wore the high heels often, even going so far as to wear them to bed for their wild fuck sessions just like a starlet in a porn movie.

Oh, those pretty feet! Standing at the foot of the bed and watching her sleep while reliving last night's fun, he realized that she still had her strappy heels on. The left one was still securely attached. The right one, though, was partially loose from her foot, one of its straps hanging open and the other partially unbuckled. Her feet looked so sexy poking from beneath the sheet. Just enough of her creamy skinned calf was visible to further entice him. She still hadn't stirred.

Without any conscious thought, he'd started masturbating. Looking at her form in their shared bed and watching the pert, pink nipple rise and fall with her breathing was a turn on. If she awoke, he'd explain that he'd started without her and fuck her silly. If she kept right on sleeping, he'd stand here and work his cock while fantasizing about using her body.

But, damn, those heels were driving him nuts. "Look at those pretty toes, that gently curving instep, her finely shaped heel..."

Yep, this was going to happen. She stirred slightly, shifting her legs. The right shoe gave in and fell to the floor with the movement. Now, one pretty foot was completely exposed. The other was still in its "Come Fuck Me" shoe. The visions of the brunette and the blond filled his head. The brunette on all fours with the blonde's hand in her box, the brunette sucking her own cream from the blonde's hand, the bare tits of the two women on the floor in front of him, the petite hand reaching around from behind him and jacking his cock, and now this vision, this heart-stopping, nut-busting, glorious vision of those sexy feet...

With a muffled groan he came all over them. Ropes of semen shot out from his engorged cock and landed in pearly droplets on her pink painted toes, on her soft instep, on her firm calves, and on the expensive shoes. He stroked himself empty. Warm cum landed on all of the exposed parts of her lower body.

And still she slept. 



Lucy



Lucy was my best friend's wife and I'd known her nearly as long as I did him.  She was a tall and elegant blonde mother of two, aged 37. I guess I'd always fancied her but knowing she was entirely off limits I managed not to think about her in that way. In fact she became something like a sister to me, always protective and supportive.  In particular she was always fascinated by my love life, approving of some girlfriends, disapproving of others and amused by the high turnover.

Recently I hadn't seen so much of her and in fact she had annoyed me a few times by cancelling things at the last moment, minor irritations only but I thought she was being a bit offhand with me. One instance of this was saying she was coming to join us at a restaurant and then gainsaying that by only coming late and not eating. It didn't really matter but because I'd pre-booked and pre-ordered it did actually cost the rest of us. Still Bill, her husband and my friend, certainly made up for it by drinking for two – he was quite plastered in the end. Lucy was understandably cross with him but agreed that it was a good idea for them to stay with me as it was getting late and the au pair could easily sort the children out in the morning. Having said farewell to everyone else the 3 of us walked home, Lucy and I practically dragging Bill back. 

He went straight to bed and Lucy before joining him started to have a go at me blaming me for getting him drunk. This pissed me off and I told her that she should have been there then – especially since we had all paid for her. We started arguing each getting nastier as we went on. 

"No wonder Bill drinks with a bitch like you to come home to!"

"Well at least he's got a wife to come home to! Why can't you commit to any girl then instead of fucking half London?" 

"You're just jealous you frigid bitch!"

And then we stopped being cruel as we both saw at the same time what our problem was. Having been nose to nose and she actually shoving me the electricity that we felt at that moment was physical. We locked lips in a frenzy of passion, we broke for an instant as what we were doing sinked in before once more mashing our tongues together excitedly. She could also feel just how excited I was as our bodies entwined.

"Fuck me Jack! Fuck me now! Fuck me like I've never been fucked before! Fuck me like I hear you fuck all the others!" She whispered in my ear between swipes with her tongue.

"Fuck me like I'm your bitch! I want to be your whore!" Now said directly to my face, eye to eye with total sincerity.

Things were moving quickly! Here was sweet Lucy whom I'd never even heard swear before imploring me to fuck her and how! We shuffled into my room not letting go of each other and I pushed her back on the bed. What had she heard about me I wondered, after all I hadn't told even Bill that much what went on in my bedroom.  Who had blabbed about my exploits? Was this her own fantasy or did she know that I liked to dominate and demean? It seemed like the answer might be both as she busily hitched up her skirt underneath me with one hand while trying to unbuckle my belt with the other.

"I need you inside me, please fuck me now, fuck me hard! Treat me just like Belinda!"

Now I saw the situation. I had gone out with Belinda for a while some time ago and it had been great. She was a really sweet girl, amazingly pretty and I had been serious about her. She was a good girl too and it was quite a while before I made it into her bed. Sadly the sex wasn't worth the wait and she never seemed too into it. Being English we didn't talk about it for a long time before one night I finally brought it up as sensitively as I could since I suspected there might have been a real problem there. There was. She had been raped as a teenager. Of course I was full of sympathy but I hadn't quite grasped the whole picture as she interrupted my witterings to explain how she could only now enjoy sex when it was rough and forced on her. As you might imagine I didn't know how to react to this and felt totally out of my depth. I remember clearly the words she used:-

"Jack, I love you, I really do but I don't want to make love to you. I want you to fuck me. I don't want even to be kissed, though please darling do kiss and hold me afterwards. I want you to rape me. Don't worry about me just use and abuse me – I'm your toy, a rag doll for you to fuck. Now fuck me darling!"

It happened that we'd just come back from a dance and she was in a full dress. So I thought to oblige her by immediately bending her over the sofa, literally ripping her knickers off and with my instant erection brutally entered her. Within moments though she was sopping wet and moaning like I'd never heard before. I was getting into this! So much so that I nearly forgot myself and came in her but I managed to withdraw at the last and came all over her beautiful now pink bottom.  Sex naturally improved after that beyond all recognition; out went tender loving and foreplay, in came increasingly brutal sex. I got into it.  I would take her in public parks, in loos of restaurants. I now remember the once I took her at Lucy's place in the middle of a drinks party. And yet maybe because I was a novice at this I couldn't reconcile the love that I felt for her and the abuse that she craved from me. I'd fallen for a nice girl and found myself with a whore. In truth I still don't quite understand now how they can be the same thing. Eventually I ended it and apparently she was very upset, certainly I had never seen her since. I had always known though that Lucy had continued to see her. Now I knew what they talked about! She had clearly converted sweet darling Lucy just as she had me.

I turned her over on the bed and just like old times with Bee I ripped her knickers off and ploughed into her gorgeous ass: this ass that I had so long surreptitiously admired and that was now rising to meet my every stroke. She was screaming now,

"Fuck me! Oh yes, Jack! Fuck me harder!"

I grabbed her beautiful blonde hair and shoved her head into the bed to shut her up as I rammed into her for all my worth. It didn't take me long to come and I filled her up to the brim. Her whole body quivered as she too came to an orgasm, her legs could not stop trembling. I rolled off her completely spent. 

She had tears in her eyes as she drew close to me and to my amazement she just simply said 

"Thank you darling! You know I've always loved you don't you?'

Before I could say anything she slipped down to suck my shrinking cock. Well this was a pretty state of affairs! And as if by magic but which was in fact superb technique she had me ready to go again. We both hurriedly stripped off and I could marvel at her beautifully toned body. I had never been harder and so once again turning her over I this time forced myself right up her ass that only slowly yielded to me and then with the help of some spit. My one hand was on the back of her head forcing her down while the other pawed at her breast, pinching and squeezing her nipple. She had one hand frigging herself while the other flapped about wildly trying to pull me into her all the more. Once again I came deep into her bowels this time. I pulled out with a fantastic plop and twisting her hair I pulled her down to lick me clean. This she did though at one point gagging on my now shit besmeared cock.

It seemed only now that I was properly looking into her eyes for the first time, she was totally alive with a passion that I don't think I'd seen in anyone before. 

"I love you Jack. I'm yours. You make me whole. I'll do anything for you – I'll be your own slave my darling. Just never leave me, please don't leave me now! I need you, I didn't know how much till now. I love you. I love you. I love you!"

I took her into my arms and kissed her. Eeurrgh! She didn't taste so good for some strange reason! I sent her off to clean her teeth, which allowed me to think about things. Chief of which was Bill who even now I could hear snoring next door. Lucy came back and got into bed with me, cuddling up with the most beautiful smile on her face.

"I love you Jack!"

She couldn't stop saying it. We happily fondled each other exploring one another's bodies. She must have covered every inch of me with tiny butterfly kisses, sucking my toes and licking my ass. I must admit to not being quite so energetic and was just happy to receive all her gentle ministrations. Of course once more she gave the most wonderful of blow jobs and for a third time I came in her, each time a different hole! She swallowed every drop and licked her lips with the dreamiest of smiles. This time she only mouthed it:

"I love you."

I told her to go back to Bill in a way that brooked no argument and this she did gathering up her clothes. She seemed still happy though as I grabbed her to kiss another time.

I slept well. Waking late I found the flat empty. Bill always has an early start whereas I'm self-employed and set my own hours. Today I had no meetings. I had a text on my mobile from Lucy asking what I wanted for breakfast. A full English I replied. Twenty seconds later my doorbell rang with Lucy and an armful of shopping. She had dropped Bill off at work but had come back to wait for my curtains to open. She had guessed well, she should have she knew me well enough. While I helped myself to an orange juice she started to cook me up a feast. We hadn't actually spoken.

"What no mushrooms?" I enquired as I fondled her from behind.

She dropped to her knees in apology.

"I'm sorry darling, I know you like them but there weren't any." 

She spread my dressing gown apart revealing my cock that she had felt press into her. She bent her head to the task and with her magic tongue soon had me cumming once more down her eager throat. 

"Will you punish me?"

This was more of a request than a question. I told her to strip and once more darling Lucy was naked in front of me but this time in daylight. I told her to grab her ankles and picking up the spatula from the pan beat her hard on that beautiful bottom of hers six times. Her legs were trembling not in pain but in ecstasy. I released her from the position and got her to serve me my breakfast.

I had an idea. 

"Call Bee and get her to come over here now, she still works in London doesn't she?"

She did and just by saying that I wanted her to come round immediately Lucy persuaded Bee to come. She must have thought of a good excuse because just twenty minutes later the doorbell buzzed once more. By this time I was in the shower so I told Lucy to get it, who needless to say was also in the shower lovingly soaping me down.  As bidden she opened the door uncovered and naked as a jaybird. They came into the bathroom together and Bee knowing the score of old had also stripped down. Between them they toweled me off. Bee looking particularly confused, if as pretty as ever.

"Assume the position Bee!" 

"Now Lucy spank her as hard as you can now six times."

This she did with some gusto as Bee moaned in delight, overcoming her initial embarrassment. 

"So it's alright for you to share our secrets with Lucy is it? And now you pretend to be shy you filthy whore?"

Poor Bee was now in floods of tears.

"I'm sorry Master! Truly I am but I needed a friend and Lucy seemed to understand. I needed to know what you were doing and Lucy obviously felt the same way about you as I do. I'm glad that you two have now got together but just hope you might find some room for me too. You know I love you!"

She was kissing my feet now in supplication. I looked across at Lucy who too was in tears.



Lucy, A Letter From Work



Hi Sweetheart.

You know that business I had to stay late for? Well, it turned into an office party. One that I'm not invited to. And I know I'm already four hours late, but I'm on my way home and I miss you a lot. But I figured I'd send you this message so you wouldn't be too surprised when I get home.

I've been dreaming of your hot little bod for the last several hours. In fact, when the boss said I had to work late, I was pissed, because I had an erection with your name on it. When I found out I had to stick around, I considered telling him to fuck off, but I did my usual "good employee" bit and said, "Yes, Sir." And that's how you got the text message with the disappointing news that I wasn't going to make it home in time for the bedroom fun we've been planning all week.

I sat in my office, finishing up the paperwork that goes with the proposal that he is pitching to our prospective client. And the noises in the outer office got louder and louder. Eventually, my stiff back and sore neck demanded that I get up and walk around a little bit and I discovered that, lo and behold, the upper management team was having a private holiday party in the executive offices. Once I'd figured out that they were all in the lobby of their office area AND that they had an open bar, I started to feel resentful towards them.

Eh, fuck those guys anyway. Bunch of stuffed shirts.

And then I saw the ladies. Some of the men had invited their wives. Some of the single guys had brought dates. And more than a couple had some family members with them. "Family members" as in "girls who they claim are sisters". No kids, just hot women everywhere. But one and all, the women were all dressed to the nines. I sneaked a peak and decided that I'd better get back to my desk, finish my work, and see if I could salvage part of the night that I had planned with you. I really was planning on making this a night you'd never forget. Now, I thought, I'll be lucky to get home while you're still awake. And I absolutely hate disappointing you. 

After a half hour back at my desk, I caught myself daydreaming about your warm, sexy body in our big bed. I rehashed some of the things that I'd been planning on doing with you tonight and I got up to pace back and forth in my office a little. I stared out at the lights of the city but all I could see was your blond hair flopping back and forth as I pounded you doggy style on top of the big fluffy comforter of our bed. And, again, I found I had a raging erection. I absent-mindedly stroked my cock through my slacks, but held off going any further than that. After all, the upper management of the company--the people responsible for deciding my financial future--were only fifty feet away having a semi-drunken good time and had not invited me. That should be all the indication of what they think of my abilities right there. Like I said, fuck 'em.

A movement near my office door startled me. Embarrassed, I turned towards the movement and saw a young lady. Completely flabbergasted that I still had my hand on my dick. I just stared with my mouth hanging open. There was something about this one. Besides the fact that she was laughing at me and looking at where my hand was, she had a very intriguing look to her.

Short black hair fell about her face in a modern style, the tight red sweater did nothing to hide her perky B-cup tits perched high on her chest. Her flat stomach was evident through the sweater except where a piercing poked out slightly at her belly button. Low rise jeans hugged her waist line and slim legs. And at the bottom of it all, a pair of open toed high heeled sandals barely concealed dainty, feminine toes without paint. You know me, Baby. Her physical features are not "my type." You're my type. You know I love YOU. But dammit, this chick is hot and I can't place my finger on why.

In my mind, I had a running dialogue that ran something like this, "Oh shit, I hope she didn't see me rubbing my dick. Who is this chick? Please, tell me that she didn't see me rubbing myself. Who IS she? Where did she come from and why is she looking at me like that? Did she see me rubbing my dick? Who the fuck is she? Shit, she's smiling; she's laughing at me for rubbing my dick in my office. Who THE FUCK IS SHE!?!?!? Why is my hand still on my dick? Wait, can she SEE my hard on through my pants? I can't figure out why this chick looks so hot... Why is she looking at me like that? Dammit, I'm going to give her something to smile about in a minute if she doesn't quit smiling at me like that. WHO THE FUCK IS SHE???"

And then she started to speak. In my mind, I wanted to say, "Dear Penthouse...." but I found all that I wanted was for something that wasn't cliche to come out of her mouth. I could stand it if she didn't turn the encounter into a sexual tryst worthy of an eye melting story in the porn mag, but if she said something like "Working HARD...?" I would fucking die. Dammit I hate a cliche.

Instead of something predictable like that, she said, "Who the fuck are you?"

Well, that wasn't expected. I was thinking that I was the one who was going to be suspicious of an intruder in the offices and instead, she was treating me like the interloper. Other than having a raging eight inch boner tenting the front of my pants, I'd done nothing wrong. And I was just irritated enough with the lack of an invitation to the free flowing booze and broads party that was going on just down the hall that I was not in the mood to be delayed from getting home to you and your inviting arms (and legs).

I'm Dave. I'm a senior project manager in this shit hole of a company."

"Nice attitude. What're you so mad about?"

"Well, I want to get home to my girl, Lucy. In fact, I had big plans with her tonight and my dumbass lazy boss has basically forced me to work late and do work that will make him look good while I get none of the credit." Why was I saying these things? I don't know who this girl was, but all I could come up with to pacify my thought process that she must be the daughter of one of the trolls who cleaned up after we all went home for the night.

"You poor baby..." She was clearly mocking me now.

"Look, I've had plans with her for the entire week. And to add to the insult, he's down the hall drinking Patron with the other stuffed shirts at their secret holiday party. It would have been nice to at least been offered a drink or two since he knows that I'm here working late FOR HIM!"

"Yep, that sounds like a personal problem." So I was failing to make any impression on her of the anger I was feeling or the fact that you were waiting at home for me in the hopes that I would finish earlier than expected and get to spend a little time with you.

"Never mind. I'm sorry. I don't know you and you certainly didn't come in here looking for me to tell you what a shitty company we work for and what a dumbass jerk Bill Sturtevant is. I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing." Apparently, it had failed to dawn on me that cleaning ladies didn't wear sexy heals to work nor did they usually look like this. I sat back down to sulk at my desk and figured she'd just find her way out.

Instead, she moved further into the office and closer to me. "Yep, that Sturtevant guy is an asshole. Why don't you just leave?"

"Nice. How will I feed myself without a job? My girl won't understand if I come home jobless." My despair at ever getting home to see your naked blond hotness was waning by the second. And for some reason, this girl was still here. And she was still very hot looking, yet I couldn't place my finger on why. Like I said, she's just not my type. All I could think of when I examined her physical features was "Grudge fuck" and you know me; I'm not that kind of guy.

And yet, my cock had not shrunk back to its normal un-erect size, despite the decidedly non-sexy conversation that we were having. If anything, I was harder. 

She also noticed that I was still hard. There was no way to hide the physical proof of my interest in her body while facing her in such a small office. Fucking Sturtevant and his office party and this stupid fucking company and this pissant little office and, dammit, why is this chick turning me on so much? She can't be much more than half my age. Since when do 23 year olds look at me like this? I'm invisible to hot young chicks. Wait, did I just call her "hot"? What the fuck? Really, she's not my type. But that's the big head talking and you know me; the little one's in charge.

"So, what's this girl like? The one who's waiting on you?"

I was thinking, "What the fuck does she care?" and next thing I knew I was talking about you. I ran on and on talking about how you and I went to high school together, how we almost go together during college, and how over twenty years later, we re-united on Facebook, and on a whim, I moved to Hawaii and just as we thought, we hit it off and within weeks moved in together. Our new bigger house was a split plan with two big rooms for your boys on one side and a giant master bedroom on the other side of the living room complete with a view of the pool and our private area for our hot tub. I told her how much I enjoyed helping you with the boys, I blabbed about working constantly to improve myself to be worthy of you. I told her how special you are in just about every way I could imagine.

And she listened raptly. When I finished, she said, "Wow, Lucy really is special. I can see how she makes you feel."

Embarrassed by my long monologue about the "Joys of Living with Lucy" and wondering how I had managed to say that much to someone that I don't know at all, she laughed for the first time. And for the first time, she looked cute. Not smoking hot. Not bombshell beautiful. Not drop dead gorgeous. Just cute. But "sexy as hell" cute. Remember I said the body--even though it's not my type--is awesome? With the cute smile that radiated from that face, she went from mildly intriguing to "holy shit if I don't fuck this chick, I'm going to bust a nut in my slacks" in under two seconds. 

And therein lay the dilemma. I've got you. A beautiful, sexy, horny, vibrant, smart, successful, hot, loving, curvy, and inventive woman all my own waiting at home for me. And despite not finishing the paperwork, despite the fact that I've done nothing but dream of new ways to get you off all week, and despite the fact that I have never imagined cheating on you, I was trying to figure out a way to bury my stiff rod in this chick's pussy in the next three minutes. If she was putting out some kind of pheromone, that would explain the sudden attraction. She turned to look out the door to my office and I got my first real look at her ass. Holy shit, her ass was so hot that I immediately had visions of her bent over our couch with my face buried between those two, small, perfect cheeks while I lapped at the delicious treat hidden between them. The chance to touch that ass, to fondle those cheeks, to nip at the tender flesh, to drag my tongue slowly down the valley created by those round, tight globes and stab at her anus with my pointed and stiffened tongue was too much. I continued staring even after she turned to face me again at the door. 

As I struggled to find a way to initiate the sex that I knew I must have with her, she broke that ice for me. "Why don't I go home with you?"

Time stopped. The sounds from the party down the hall stopped instantly. The possibilities in that simple statement hung in the air. Could she really be asking what I think she was asking? Really? Women just don't think of me like that, especially, young ones built like this. I thought for a minute and deciding that I didn't really have a good line for this situation, I decided to go for broke. "What could go wrong?" I thought. I'm already in danger of losing my job and I could care less. Plus there's that "possibility" that we've always talked about. You know, the one where we bring another girl into our bed? Could this be THAT night?

Well, Baby, it is. I'm almost done here. She's finishing up crossing the i's and dotting the t's on my report, something that she is oddly good at. I haven't quite figured it out yet, but she seems strangely at ease with the concepts I've put into that report. She would be a natural to work here and has even interrupted this letter to you to offer improvements to my report for the dumbass boss, all of which I've agreed to. Honey, don't be mad at me, but after you meet her, you're going to see how hard it is to say no to her. And I hope after meeting her you don't want to say no to her. I just know that this is going to be that hot threesome we've always wanted. Don't worry, Sweetheart, there won't be anything happening that you don't want to happen. But the things she's hinted at wanting to do with us will boggle your mind. I'm so horny for you right now I can barely stand it.

She just proof read my report one last time. We literally just finished a few minutes ago. As I decided that maybe this was too much for you and that I'd better think it through one last time, I stood up and walked to the window again. I jingled my keys in my pocket and thought, "What the hell? She wants a threesome with another girl as much as I do. I hope she likes this one." Before hitting the send button on the email program and rushing out the door, I asked her what her name is. After all, with the ways that I want to defile this hot young body, it would only be proper to at least know her name first, right?

I asked, absent mindedly while putting the finishing touches on this letter to you. I figured that I'd re-read it to make sure I wasn't rushing foolishly into something that you weren't going to like. I almost didn't hear her answer.

"Katy. Katy Sturtevant."

I looked up at her, surprised.

"Yep, I'm the dumbass' daughter." I stood stock still, mouth agape. "Could we leave now? I really want to meet Lucy..."

See you in twenty minutes, Doll.



Lucy, Again



The blond is asleep.

Even though I'd moaned, rolled over, scratched my balls, made the bed creak as I got out of it, closed the bathroom door a tad too noisily, peed a fierce stream into the toilet, washed, brushed, flushed, and stubbed my toe on the way out of the bathroom, the girl still hadn't stirred from her slumber.

Last night had been crazy. Drinking, friends, teasing each other with coy looks, and flirting with other people at the party until the anticipation had grown until neither of us thought could take much more. Our host had seen the last couples out and shown us to a spare bedroom. Passionate and vigorous sex had followed. Every time, still feels like the first time. Each time, I tell her, "This is the best..." Is it possible? She is everything to me; everything I've ever wanted. What did I do to deserve her? Really. What? And am I good enough for her? Certainly, she deserves more.

But all of that left my mind as I exited the bathroom. Silently cursing the throbbing toe and the door frame that it had hit, I stopped short as the glimpse of the bed pushed all other thoughts from my mind. Naked, except for her heels which I'd insisted that she keep on, she lie nearly face down, a demi-glory of golden hair radiant around her head. The morning sun burst upon that halo of her locks and cast a golden glow on her pale and creamy skin. The curve of her shoulders, the shape of her legs, her perfectly formed rump all clamored for attention. One crisp white sheet barely lay across the spot where she'd tattooed a tribute to her first female lover, but otherwise, she was bare.

Desperate desire returned to my thoughts. Every time I see her, I immediately think that I must have her. ;What can I do to possess her just one more time?" Every time I'd expressed my anxiety that she might leave, that maybe I wasn't enough, she'd comforted me, quieted me with assurances that this wasn't merely a passing fling. She always says, "Quiet, silly. This is real. You couldn't get away if you wanted to..."

And yet, every time I look at her, I can't accept that she is really mine. Each time might be the last. Each kiss may be final. Why do I torment myself with these thoughts of her wanting more than I can give?

But now, standing at the foot of the bed, semi flaccid, and mentally buzzing, I want to wake her. Arouse her in a way that shows that not only am I appreciative, but that I'm ready to be her equal; a partner that is not only on par with her but able to give back and truly deserve the love she has shown me. The lover who can possess her without suffocating her being.

I laugh to myself that she has slept in her new red heels. She has done this for me. She knows what it does to me to see her shapely legs in spiked heels, strappy stilettos, or peep toe pumps. She suspects—no, she knows--that I've got a fetish for her pretty feet in sexy shoes and she tortures and torments me by wearing them anytime she can justify it. She teases me with visual delights. When our love making had subsided last night, she'd fallen immediately asleep, never removing the new shoes that had driven me crazy as I alternately caressed her feet and watched her clenching backside as she rode me in a "reverse cowgirl".

And now I am going to wake her, repay her for the pleasure she has bestowed on me. 

I softly rub her feet, ankles, and calves. She doesn't stir, but then, I'm being so gentle that she might not feel me even if she was awake.

I lean further across her, applying slightly more pressure as I caress her upper calves and the pit of her knees. Gentle kisses applied to each thigh mark my upward progress as I feel my stiffening cock make contact with shoe leather. Moving further, I tickle my tongue into the small crease where her upper leg meets the bottom of her sexy ass. Each of her legs is stretched out straight as my tongue laves the gentle curve of her right cheek. My nearly fully stiff prong dribbles pre-cum onto the shapeliest ankles I've ever known. God, this girl drives me crazy...

Still there is no movement or sound from the beautiful blond who lies sleeping on our borrowed bed. Gossamer kisses and nibbling bites arouse the goose pimples of flesh above her waist and I return to apply my tongue to her ass; the object of my mouth's journey over her milky skin. My pointed tongue dips down to where the cleft between her cheeks starts high on her butt and pries at the tender flesh there. My hands move smoothly across each cheek, marveling at the soft texture, the perfect globe of each half, and the firmness of the musculature beneath. This is all for me; I will take what is mine. I must possess her.

She moans softly in her sleep as I massage her upper thighs, carefully pushing her legs apart and exposing the prizes below my gaze. Her bare and beautiful lips are still slightly pink from the rambunctious night before. While I'm rubbing her inner thighs, she unconsciously moves her legs ever further apart and I move a hand towards her silken skinned sheath. Touching the outer lips, she opens for me like a flower, a bud blooming with the first touch of spring's warmth. My hand softly strokes the middle of her sex and she starts to lubricate. She squirms but does not awake, not yet.

My other hand insistently pushes apart her cheeks further, exposing both of her intimate places. She unknowingly responds to my finger and thumb pulling and twisting her awakened clitoris and saliva drips from my tongue towards the shy rosebud of her anus. It doesn't seem possible that she is still asleep, but if she isn't, she's doing a good job of staying relaxed and letting me have my way with her. A soft moan escapes from her mouth, muffled by the pillows where her head is buried. More spittle drips to her crinkled button and it opens slightly of its own accord. My fingers pry and play in her pussy, my tongue makes contact with the darker skin around her wrinkled butthole.

Now she is awake, but only vaguely aware of what's going on. It's not every day that she awakes with fingers on her sensitive clit and a gentle tongue prying its way into her ass.

"Oh, Honey what...," she begins. The head moves slightly, then, "Ooh, that's nice," she coos.

From her reaction, I know that this will not be the first time I wake her this way. She squirms a little, but I keep her clit trapped between my kneading fingers. My tongue tip pokes at her tight little rear-most hole. Flattening my tongue, I lap at the delicate and sensitive skin around it. As my first and second fingers slide over her clit again and again, my thumb teases the entrance to her slippery hole. Finding a willing and wanton slit, the thumb pushes further inside her. 

"That's it. Baby, don't stop. Unghhh!" she whimpers as my fingers and tongue grow ever more insistent at violating her. Without moving my fingers from her snatch, I lift slightly until she takes the hint and pushes her butt further up allowing me greater access to her...all of her.

She flows. Moisture drips onto my hands as I work her sweet pussy expertly. She pushes her legs further apart and forces her buttocks higher, silently willing me to force my tongue into her asshole. She's close and I am the instrument of her pleasure, a role I am all too willing to play.

I taste her backside; I can smell her arousal flowing from her pussy. She nearly bucks me off as the first wave of pleasure rolls through her loins. I re-apply my sugar coated fingers to the engorged nub atop of her cunt and gently work my tongue back down into the cleft of her ass. There are no secrets between us; she is open to me, my fingers, and my tongue. Nothing is hidden; I possess her pussy, her clit, and her ass. I work harder to make her happy. She deserves this.

More orgasms rush through her as the dual sensations from her secret places overwhelm her senses. I won't be thrown off this time. I wiggle my fingers and my tongue. The taste of her, the smells, the texture of her insides have me near my own orgasm, but I ignore it. This is about her, my sweet darling who does anything for me and deserves all I can give her.

And what I give her is more. More finger strokes to her protruding and sensitive clit. More thrusts to her soft and willing hole. More tongue lashes to the tight and puckered passage of her ass. And more is what she wants. More orgasms wash over her and more moans escape her mouth. More pushing back against my dual intrusions, more sensations are forced upon her. And the orgasms—oh the orgasms—attack her like a precision guided sledge hammer, more, more, more! She is greedy for them and like a wealthy man who shares freely with his best friend, I give them to her. She humps, clenches, moans, flattens, arches, and spends her energies against me. I frantically pleasure her, repaying only a small part of how she makes me feel; I fight to keep up with the squirming and lovely creature below me. She stops breathing, she suspends her movements, and she delights in the white light of her climax that possesses every part of her, blinding her, holding her, enrapturing her. I hold my fingers and tongue still, knowing that when she tips over the top of her massive orgasm, she will be too sensitive for further sensation. 

She is awake. She is alive with her own pleasures. She is awash in the warmth of her orgasms and returning to being still again. She is beautiful in the after glow of her flaming passion. I can hear her breathing as it returns to normal. Her squirming and thrashing have stopped, she is sated.

Lucy is asleep.



Lucy & Bob Please Some Nerds



My name is Bob. My wife Lucy and I are a happily married couple, we like to spice up our sex life with wild escapades. After our previous experiments with virgin role playing, This is our latest adventure.

I'll set the stage a bit. Lucy is a super hot MILF who has a huge sex drive. If it was up to her, we'd have sex like three times a day. Honestly, I can't keep up with her. But I try. Life is tough. :) 

It's Saturday evening, We are having dinner at our favorite sushi restaurant. She says "So, when guys go out to a club on a Saturday night, they pretty much just go with the goal of getting paid, right?"

"Yup...thats pretty much it, it's not like we like the music that much or feel the need to pay seven bucks for each beer."

"And a shy guy, maybe a nerdy not-so-good-looking dude, what are his chances of getting lucky? " she asked.

I had some experience in this matter, she was describing me exactly, probably for a reason. "Maybe about one in twenty?" I responded.

"OK, here's an idea to spice up our sex life, let's go find some nerds and see if they want to get lucky!"

"Ummm.... sounds. Interesting, but how do we pull that off? You have some friends that you'll hook them up with?"

"No....ME! You know how I never get enough sex.....let's go to a bar, you can find a few guys who look lonely, take them home and let them fuck me. You can have sloppy seconds after they are done."

"Fuck me....I can't believe you just said that. I assume you are kidding. That's crazy with a capital K"

"No, Bob, I am totally serious. And don't worry about it, I love you completely, our marriage is solid, I would never cheat on you. I am only interested in doing something like this with you. You can watch the other guys fuck me, won't that turn you on big-time? And I think our sex together after they leave would be the best ever."

This was too weird. I sat there in stunned silence. I didn't know what to say. This was one of those times that it was best to not say anything. I was a bit angry, and I would probably say something that would be wrong, jeopardize my relationship with the best woman in the entire world.

I got up, walked around the table and kissed her on the forhead. "I have to go to the men's room, baby. you've totally blown my mind, but we'll talk more.

I went to the restroom and sat on a john. I didn't really have to go, but I had to think. This was just too much. But, it was obvious that I had to go through with it. If this was something she wanted, I had to pull through.

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I walked back to the table, sat down. I looked at her and said "OK baby, let's do it. Two rules: No kissing, and they have to wear condoms. Agree?"

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe you will do this. I can't wait, let's go now."

We got up and found our waiter, settled the bill and left. There was a place we had gone to a couple of times before to dance, we knew it would be a good place to pick up some lonely guys. It was pretty packed, they were playing some new disco style music. I told her "You go out on the dance floor and dance by yourself, sexy!"

I walked around the table area, and right away I found my target group. Four guys standing around a table, sipping some beers, watching the dance floor. They were young, probably 10 years younger than we were, but pretty well put together physically. Dressed. nice.

I walked over and stood next to one of them. "There's some super hot chicks here tonite, and bunch of them look horny as hell.. Some guys are going to get lucky." I had to almost yell in his ear. The music was loud.

"Oh yes, I wish it was me, but I don't think that's gonna happen." He yelled back.

Then Lucy came dancing towards us. There were quite a few other single girls dancing out there, and Lucy was definitely one of the hottest. She looked at me. We had a plan. I was nervous, but I needed to make it happen. This was a perfect time.

I pointed at her. "Check out that chick, wouldn't you like to fuck her silly? " I yelled to him.

"Oh fuck yeah, she's so hot. But she'd never go for a guy like me."

"Dude, I can make it happen for you. I'm gay but she is my friend and she hooked me up to help her get fucked tonite. She needs it bad, as you can see. You want to do it with her?" I asked.

"Seriously? You can do that?" He looked at me like I was bullshitting him.

"Absolutely. She'll fuck any guy I find for her tonite. Are these your friends? She'll fuck them too."

"Seriously??? I can't believe that. We could all get seriously lucky with that chick tonite?"

"Yup, I'll make it happen. Why don't you talk to your friends. I need to hit he john I'll be right back. We can go to my place." This time I really did need to go.

I walked away, I saw him pointing at her, then at me. This was really going to happen. I hit the john and came back over in a couple minutes. 

"They can't believe it either but they are all on board with it, I guess."

"OK great lets do it then. I'll go get her." I went out on the dance floor and went behind her, put my arms around her and pulled her right. "I found four guys, I think you'll like them. They seriously want to fuck you,and so do I. You want to do it?"

"Yes, I am ready. Let's do it. We walked off the dance floor, she stayed behind me. I went to the guys. "OK she said yes. She doesn't even want to meet you or know your names. She just wants you to fuck her. Can you do that, all of you?"

All four of them looked at me and glanced over at her. They knodded. "OK lets do it. You can follow me to my place, I can text you my address in case we get separated." The first guy I talked to gave me his number and I texted him back. "Let's go get laid!" I said.

We went out of the place and got in our car. This was really going to happen. We couldn't back out now. "I sure hope you're ready for this, baby. I kinda am. I'm already hard. " She reached over and felt me. "Ooooh baby, you are. I can't wait to fuck you later. But it's my turn first. Let's make this happen."

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We got to our place and parked out on the street. They pulled up behind us. We went to the front door and let them in.

"Ok guys, Lucy and I are going into the bedroom to get ready. There's some beer in the fridge, help yourself, make yourself at home." I said.

Lucy and I went into the bedroom, we gave each other a big hug. I got out a box of condoms and put them on the nightstand. I said "Here goes nothing. So....you want just one at a time, right?"

"Yes, one at a time. Please stay in here with me and watch. I'm sure they won't have any problem with that. You can sit on the chair." 

"OK, I'll go bring in your first guest of honor. Any preferences?" I asked.

"Nope, any of them will do. I just need some cock." She took off her clothes and lay on the bed. She pulled some sex lube out of the nightstand. 

I went out to the living room, the boys were sitting on the couch watching Saturday Night Live. "She's all ready for you. Who wants to go first?" The first guy I talked to spoke up. "Sure....I'll go first, if that's not a problem for the rest of you." 

The other three shrugged.... one of them said "You go for it big boy, get her all warmed up for us. Don't wear her out, we want some too."

I said "Awesome.....we have our first contestant. I need to go in with you, she wants me in there since she doesn't know any of you. There are condoms on the nightstand that you need to use, and no kissing, please, at least not on her mouth. Feel free to go down on her or kiss anyplace else, just not on her mouth." 

So I opened the door for him and waved him through. There was my wife on the bed, laying there all naked, spread eagle, and playing with her pussy. awesome sight for me, and I'm sure for this guy too who had never seen her naked before, it probably came as a surprise. She looked at him and smiled. "You have way too many clothes on. Take 'em off, let's see your unit." I sat down on the chair to enjoy the view.

He got undressed pretty quickly, and got up on the bed. "Anything special you want me to do?" He asked?

"I love orgasms. Just go for it. I'd love it if you went down on me, but definitely give me some of that nice cock you've got there. Feel free to give it to me hard, I can take a pounding." she said. He was laying beside her, and she had his cock in her hand. It was a nice cock, bigger than average, and definitely hard as a rock already. He started licking her nipples, and put one hand down between her legs and felt her up. 

He took a cue from her and went down between her legs and started licking her pussy. It looked to me like he had some experience licking pussy.....and it was working for her too. She started moaning loudly, and before long she started breathing really hard, gasping for breath, and her whole body shook. Her legs clamped together on his head like it always does when I lick her too. Looked and sounded like she was having a hell of an orgasm.

"I need your cock now. Please?" she pleaded. 

There was no need to ask him twice. He was ready to go. He got up on his knees and put a condom on, then leaned down and guided his cock to her pussy, then looked at her and thrust it all the way in in one hard push. 

She gasped and moaned. "Oh my god, I needed that. That feels so good. Give it to me. Give me all you've got." He started pumping hard. It was obvious that he wasn't going to last very long. But it was working for her, she had her second orgasm after only a few minutes of his hard thrusting. She screamed loudly, and grabbed his arms. He didn't even pause for a second, he kept pumping him as hard as he could. 

She recovered a bit from the orgasm, and said to him "It's your turn now. Give me your spunk. I know you can pump harder than that." He increased his pumping even faster, then started grunting and thrust a few times more, very deep. Then he collapsed on her. I was glad that one was over, it was pretty intense. He withdrew and lay next to her. "That was really great, thank you so much for letting me fuck you. I hope you enjoyed it too."

"Yes, definitely, thank you too. Can you go get one of your friends? I need some more. 

Guy #2 came in, and it went pretty smiilar to Guy #1. She was really having fun. And I enjoyed watching it, knowing that I was going to get some later. 

After Guy #2, she told me "Let's try these other two at the same time. Bring them both in."

I didn't know exactly what she had planned, but I brought them both in. She said to them "Hi guys. Your friends fucked me pretty good, but I need one more thing to top it off. One of you get to cum in my pussy, the other in my mouth. Get naked and put your rod into the hole of your choice. They're both ready for you. 

The guys looked at me, incredulous, and shook their heads. They both stripped down pretty quickly. She turned around and got on all fours. Guy #3 put on a condom and gut behind her, Guy #4 lay down in front of her, giving her easy access to his unit. She went down on him with gusto, while Guy #3 pounded her hard from behind. 

This group didn't last very long at all. Apparently it was just too much for them to handle, and they both came hard after only a few minutes. She swallowed most of Guy #3's cum, the rest dripping down around his balls. 

She looked at me and gave me the signal that she had enough. I led the two guys back out to the living room. I said "Well guys, I hope you had fun. Thanks much for your service, she really needed that, obviously. This is probably the last time I'll see you, but thanks again. 

They left out the front door. I took a deep breath, knowing that I needed to take care of things in the bedroom. I was really looking forward to it.

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I went back to the bedroom, Lucy was laying there, she covered herself up with the sheet, and she looked at me and smiled, held out her arms. "Come here babe, I need you." I was still fully clothed, but I got under the sheets with her naked body. 

"Babe, that was really awesome. I've never done anything like that before, not even close. I'm so glad you supported me with my fantasy, I couldn't have done it without you."

I replied "Well it was a new thing for me too, and I really enjoyed it.

She held me tight. "Bob, I really want to thank you for your support, and I know you must have a serious case of blue balls at this point. How bout this..... I'll give you a blowjob to relieve your stress tonite, and tomorrow morning you can have your way with me?"

That sounded good to me. I definitely had a case of blue balls, I had had a hard-on for probably two hours straight during the session. "Sure babe, that sounds like a good plan."

I got up and stripped, and went back under the sheet. She went down between my legs and gave me a deep throat, then went up and down rapily while jacking me off with one hand on the base of my cock, and playing with my balls with the other. She is a master of blow jobs, she knows exactly where to touch and suck to get me off, and she did it. I came deep into her throat, and she swallowed every last drop. 

We fell asleep almost immediately. Sunday morning, I had my way with her, as promised. We then went out for breakfast, reminiscing about the good times last night, and started to plan our next adventure.

--Bob 



Lucy and Her Neighbour



I was only ten years old when my parents separated. As the only child I struggled to cope and understand on my own as I watched my parents tear chunks out of each other emotionally and financially. Both had good jobs but it was Dad who moved out and bought another house on the other side of the city.

Despite their initial hate for one another my mother allowed me to spend every other weekend with my father and over time they lost pretty much all contact with each other. By the time I was eighteen my parents had no real reason to speak so it was up to me to fill in the blanks for them.

I'm not quite sure to this day how the divorce affected me? I craved male attention but only seemed to attract it in the sexual sense. Looks and leers from men and boys. I guess it's normal, but I found it hard. Whenever I stayed at my father's he would often get some DVDs for me before leaving me alone while he went out with his friends or piece on the side. 

That's how weekends at my father's house were often spent, on my own. Until one particular summer holiday when I had just turned eighteen and finished high school. 

Mum went away on holiday so I was to stay with my father for a fortnight. It was a rare spell of hot weather for the school summer holidays so I decided to make the most of it and sunbathe in the back garden.

After dosing my body in sun lotion I slipped into my orange bikini, grabbed a book and headed into the garden.

As I led my towel on the short grass and sat down on top of it I noticed one of the neighbours was already out watering his plants. His name was Eddie and he was also divorced in his fifties. I had only seen him a few times over the years and we had only said a few words to each other. Not even my father knew that much about him.

We didn't acknowledge each other but as I slipped my sunglasses on and opened my book I couldn't help notice him leering at me over his watering can.

A small wall separated our gardens with a fence on his side with large gaps in between the planks making the separation a little higher. But it was quite easy to look into one another's gardens with little to no obstruction.

I immediately felt uncomfortable. I was eighteen, with a slim body, 5ft 5 or 165cm if you prefer. I weighed 50kg or 110 pounds with body measurements 32C-23-34. I know this because my mother was a health freak when it came to weight and diet, plus always insisted I had made to measure bras.

Anyway, despite being a virgin and timid around boys I had kissed a few and allowed my only ex-boyfriend to feel my breasts, so I was aware of what Eddies leering meant. He was checking me out.

I could see his eyes wandering up and down my body, but naively I felt any attempt to cover myself would make it obvious to him that I knew he was watching me, and then that would make me feel even more uncomfortable.

Eddie then moved towards the fence, still watering his plants.

"Another fine day, isn't it?" He spoke.

I turned politely towards him but did not remove my glasses. 

"Yes, yes it is." I replied. Shocked he was making conversation.

I turned back to my book hoping, praying that that was the start and end of our conversation.

"So, what are you reading there?" He asked. I was wrong.

"Oh, just a romantic novel," I told him nonchalantly, not taking my eyes from the page.

"A young fine woman like you should be out with her friends." He chuckled. "Not reading slosh like that."

I couldn't believe what he had just said to me. In shock I smiled meekly, again not looking away from the page. In fact I wasn't even reading. I was lingering on the page, waiting for the moment for him to leave me alone.

For the next hour he pottered around his garden watching me as he muttered under his breath. I couldn't concentrate on reading as I instead glanced through my sun glasses at him. After all the years living next door without saying so much as hello, he was now suddenly taking an interest in me. I never wanted his interest and I certainly didn't want it now.

However, once he stopped speaking to me I relaxed; I grew used to his leering and started to appreciate it. I had always been uptight before. But here I was in my bikini and this older man was wishing he could have me. He never would have me of course, so I finally went back to reading my book and ignored him.

That evening I cooked dinner for me and my father. Sitting opposite each other he asked about my day and I told him I had been sunbathing for most of it.

"I spoke to Eddie today," I told him, a little shakily, "he seemed chatty for the first time ever."

"I'm not surprised having an eighteen year old in a bikini to look at." My father laughed.

"Dad!" I barked across the table.

"What did you talk about?" He inquired.

"This and that," I mumbled, looking down at my food.

"Did he say or do anything?" he asked, sounding more curious than concerned.

"Well, he was looking and maybe flirting a little bit." I told him, unable to look my father in the eye.

My father chuckled dismissively. "You sure it's not your young imagination? After all you do read a lot of that romantic trash."

Typical for my father to be completely misunderstanding of a situation. 

"Whatever, dad," I shot back.

"If he is making you feel uncomfortable I'll go see him and tell him."

"No, you're probably right anyway." I sulked.

After dinner I cleaned up and headed for a long soak in the bath while my father went out with some of his friends. As I led in the soapy water I closed my eyes and the images of my day in the garden filled my thoughts. I realised I had enjoyed having an older man looking at me, especially in my bikini. I had been on the beach plenty of times and noticed guys ogling me. But as they were ogling all the women on the beach it never affected me the way Eddie had.

Cupping my left breast with my left hand and gently massaging it, I slipped my right hand down between my legs and gently stroked between them. I was wet, and not from the bath water. Imaging myself topless in the garden while Eddie watched from his window I suddenly climaxed in the bath.

The next day I cancelled my day out with my friends and decided to lie in the garden again. This time I was in a blue bikini and it didn't go unnoticed with Eddie.

"Blue suits you better than orange, Lucy." He shouted over the fence. "Although orange looks good on you too." He chuckled.

"Thanks," I smiled at him, determined to show him that I would not be intimidated today.

"So, where's your boyfriend?" He asked, brazenly.

God, he had some nerve I thought. "I'm free and single." I replied, trying to be clever without realising I was only fuelling his fire.

"Oh," He smirked, "you must get lonely during the holidays."

"Not really," I said, "I read instead." Holding my book up like a nerd.

Finally taking the hint Eddie left me alone and went back inside. After a while I put my book down and applied some more lotion to my body. I don't know how long Eddie had been watching me but up in his bedroom window I could see a figure watching from behind the blinds. 

Smiling at myself I remembered my fantasy in the bath as if it were coming true. The only thing missing was me topless. No chance I thought, but instead squirted the lotion onto my chest and tummy before leaning back slightly to rub it in. I wasn't going topless but at least I could tease him a little.

I told my friend on the phone the previous evening about Eddie and she laughed at me, telling me to tease him as he would probably run a mile if I played along. 

On the third day I was back out in the garden and again Eddie was at it. I answered his questions innocently, pretending I didn't understand his under tones and innuendos. I wondered if he knew I was playing along or if I was genuinely naive. I guess it was a bit of both to be honest.

It was reaching lunch time when Eddie approached the fence and I asked if I fancied a ham sandwich with some fresh lemonade.

"Made the lemonade myself," he proudly stated, "not like that crap you get in the supermarket."

I was already standing up to go in when he asked so when I turned to politely decline he waved his hands at me and insisted I try it. 

I was suddenly nervous again. I was no longer the girl next door winding the neighbour up from behind the fence.

"Come on, Lucy, you'll enjoy it," he persisted, "just come through the side gate.

With little time to clear my mind I walked to the side of the house where a gate separated our gardens and where Eddie was standing with the gate open to welcome me in.

I walked past him and thought I heard him smell me. I turned to look at him but he quickly closed the gate and told me to go inside his kitchen.

When I stepped inside his kitchen I was greeted to a ham sandwich neatly cut in half and a fresh glass of cloudy lemonade. The small snack looked inviting as I hadn't eaten or drunk anything since breakfast. I stepped towards it and politely picked up the glass before taking a sip.

"Mmm," I genuinely groaned. "It's delicious."

"Thank you." he said, looking at my cleavage before looking up at me. 

I suddenly realised I hadn't put my shorts and t-shirt on. I had willingly entered his house to eat his food and drink in just my bikini. This time I hadn't been playing along, I was now very nervous but even more nervous trying to hide it.

Taking a bite from the sandwich I looked about the kitchen thinking of a way to excuse myself and leave when suddenly Eddie reached over and gently touched the top of my right breast with his finger.

"What the ..." I started, but then Eddie apologised as he held up a small piece of lettuce that had fallen there from the sandwich.

He was grinning from ear to ear as he placed the lettuce into his mouth.

"I think I should leave." I said placing the sandwich back onto the plate.

"But you haven't finished your lemonade, Lucy." He said, handing it to me.

I took the glass from him and gulped some of it down before he closed the door, locked it and drew the blinds.

"You're a tease, Lucy." He said, pulling down his shorts.

I stepped back wide eyed giggling. I was giggling at the outrageous situation and I now found myself in. A moment ago I was scared but remembering the telephone conversation with my friend I stayed strong.

"Have you seen one this big, Lucy?" He grinned at me, taking out his semi-erect cock.

"I haven't seen one before." I told him truthfully." Not in real life I hadn't anyway. Not even my ex-boyfriends.

"Really, so you're a virgin then?" He grinned wider.

"Yes." I said with pride in my tone.

"Bullshit!" He shot back. "A hot piece of arse like you, lying in the garden teasing your neighbours in a bikini, I don't believe it."

"Don't believe it," I fired back defensively, "but it's the truth."

Bizarrely this situation was arousing me, I was arguing with an old man with his cock out over whether or not I was a virgin. 

"You like it don't you, Lucy?" He said calmly.

I was staring down at him, unable to turn away as I watched him stroking it. I was mesmerised as it grew bigger and bigger in his hand.

"Touch it," he told me, stepping closer towards me, "feel how hard it is for you. You have caused this, Lucy."

I felt a sudden tinge of excitement when he said that. My body began to feel hot, hotter than normal and it wasn't the weather.

Eddie reached over with one hand whilst still stroking his cock with the other and grabbed my hand. He then pulled me towards him and placed it around his cock. It felt strange. It felt wrong. It felt exciting.

Do you like how it feels in your tiny hand, Lucy?" He asked, removing his hand and leaving me to stroke him.

I nodded and grabbed him a little tighter, squeezing him with my palm.

"Ohhhhhh yes girl, that's it." He groaned.

I smiled and suddenly felt powerful. I couldn't explain the feeling inside of me as they intensified.

Eddie leaned closer and placed his hand between my legs. "Open up for me, Lucy." He told me, and I obeyed his instruction.

I shuffled my legs apart slightly, allowing him easier access as he rubbed his finger tips into my lips through the blue fabric of my bikini.

"Oh!" I sighed loudly as for the first time a man was rubbing me down there. 

His touch caused me to catch my breath and increase the speed of my stroking. It wasn't intentionally, I didn't know if what I was doing was right. I was just doing what felt natural; my body was in control now.

With his free hand Eddie pulled down the straps of my bikini top. The left strap first quickly followed by the right one. He left the straps dangling there, my breasts barely covered as he took in and appreciated the view.

"Take it off, Lucy." He instructed.

Letting go off his cock, I reached around my back and unclasped the bikini top.

Eddie grabbed his cock and was now tugging on it hard. Moaning and grinning before I let go of the clasp and bared my breasts inside his kitchen.

"Oh yes, Lucy!" He gasped, letting go of his cock to grab my breasts with both hands. 

He wasn't gentle and for some reason I liked it. He was grabbing and squeezing them before pinching and sucking my nipples. All I could do was gasp as I tried to catch my breath.

With Eddie feasting on my young flesh I went back to stroking his cock. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed the feel of it in my hand. It was hard but also soft. It was warm and I loved how it pulsated in my hand.

"Are you really a virgin?" He grunted in between taking mouthfuls of breast.

"Yes," I gasped from the sensation from my nipples.

Eddie groaned louder.

"My cock is bigger than average at eight and a half inches', Lucy." He warned me, before slipping his hand back between my legs.

This time however, he slipped inside my bikini bottoms and rubbed my clit before slipping one of his fat fingers inside my body. My heels lifted off the floor before slamming back down again. The sudden intrusion was an unexpected surprise.

I was moaning now as my excitement grew and I desperately wanted to climax on his hand. The feeling of his finger inside was driving me crazy. I could feel myself tensing around it wishing it to go deeper.

"Are you ready, Lucy?" He asked. "Are you ready for your first cock?"

"Yes," I panted, not really sure what I was agreeing to. My mind was awash with pleasure and excitement. I would have said yes to anything.

Eddie quickly led me towards the kitchen table and told me to lie on top of it as he helped me up. I led back flat as he hooked his thumbs inside my bikini bottoms and pulled them down my thighs and off my legs.

Completely exposed to this older man I cupped my breasts and closed my eyes. I could hear Eddie panting as he rubbed his cock up and down my shaven slit. I was soaking wet but feared the pain I had so often heard about during a girls first time.

The first inch slipped inside easily but then it suddenly felt very tight. I winced and gritted my teeth as he pushed further and then the pain disappeared. It felt good again before he withdrew.

"You weren't telling lies, hey, Lucy." He grunted sliding back inside my body. "Sixteen and a virgin," he seemed pleased with himself. 

"Ohhh god," I moaned, "Oh yes."

I felt so full. So tight as he gently rocked back and forth between my legs. I was so wet I could hear the squelching as our bodies were locked together.

"Fuck your tight, Lucy." He grunted above me.

"Oh yes, you're in me," I panted. "It's deep.

Grunting and groaning Eddie started to fuck me and I finally knew what all the fuss was about. This was why everyone loves sex so much I thought as he seemed to go deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Eddie then placed my legs on top of his shoulders and it felt even tighter before he knocked my hands out of the way and grabbed my breasts. I couldn't move, I didn't want to, as Eddie had me trapped in that position while he continued to fuck me.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I cried out, over and over again. 

The sensation deep inside me was rising and rising. I could feel it climbing up my body towards my head before suddenly my mouth went dry and ...it happened. I exploded into an almighty orgasm, thrashing around on his kitchen table, my pussy convulsing, my lungs unable to fill with enough air, but Eddie didn't slow down. He kept going, his cock deep inside my womb before it became too much for him.

"Arghhhhhh ... fuck! Lucy!" He shouted with one final lunge.

It was a strange feeling inside me. My orgasm was intense and amazing. But feeling Eddies cock deep inside me pulsing in time with his grunts felt different. I knew he was ejaculating his sperm into my womb.

Once he finished, Eddie helped me up from the table as a large dollop of blood stained fluid literally dropped out of me and landed on the floor between my legs. More poured out of me before the rest trickled down the inside of my leg.

I looked at Eddie and gave him a disgusted look. He laughed before passing me my bikini bottoms and telling me to go shower. I slipped back into my bikini and quickly left. 

I ran upstairs to my bedroom feeling ashamed of what I had done. I kept telling myself I had enjoyed it, which I had, but then removing my bikini bottoms once more I felt the large semen stain in the gusset was screaming whore at me. I had just given my virginity to an old man.

Later that night laying in bed the guilt waned slightly. Thoughts of Eddie's kitchen table came flooding back and I wanted to be there again. I remembered how his cock had felt in my hand, and then how big it felt inside me. 

I reached over to my bedside table and picked up my long handled hair brush. Giving the plastic handle a seductive suck I quickly slipped the object inside my body and pleasured myself.