0 comments/ 4223 views/ 2 favorites First One By: dragonbreed They were finally together for the first time. After a few months of chatting online and talking about everything in their lives, they finally met in person. It wasn't much more to know about one another, they knew more about each other than a real couple does. The only thing missing was for their hands, their tongues and their bodies to know each other. So they got at it. They recognised each other instantly. He kissed her gently, holding her face softly with one hand, while the other hand, eager to get to know her curves, reached towards her waist, going down on her hip. The other hand caught up soon, still kissing her sweet lips, walking her slowly, almost unnoticed to the wall. He took her hands off of his head, holding them tight up in the air, just in time to push her tiny body firmly to the wall. It hurt a little, but the excitement was enough for her not to care. He grabbed her hands with just one hand, taking his other hand to reach her bum and spanking it hard. She tried to free her lips to express an "ouch!", and to get her hands down to caress her bum cheek; but he didn't let her do any of those things. He bit her lip, bringing her mouth and tongue back into his mouth and grabbed onto her hands so she'd know she wasn't allowed to relieve the pain in her arse. He leaned on to her to kiss her neck, let go of her hands and groped her chest with both hands. Gave a step back and sat on the bed. -Take off your clothes- he said. His tone of voice left no place for questioning. -What do you want me to take off first?- she asked softly, wanting to take it all off so he'd finally fuck her. -Take your shirt and bra; but do it slowly- She took the edge of her red shirt and as slowly as her desire let her, she removed it. Then she turned around, trying to be sexy when taking off her bra. 'Don't turn around, take off your bra and let me see' he replied to her movement. She got scared and, honestly, even more turned on than she already was. She faced him and undid her bra, exposing her bare chest to him. A sudden wind seemed to go through her, making her nipples show her excitement and expectation. -Good girl- he said once she overcame her own embarrassment and finally took her hands off her boobs, letting him see every inch of them. -Now take off your jeans. She looked at him as she was surprised about it. She shouldn't have been, that was a common order he'd give to her every time they were on cam. Nonetheless, she felt more exposed than she'd ever been. She started to get her jeans off, leaving her breasts hang with her nipples still erect. -Nice- he said with a grin on his face. -Now turn around, bend and take off your panties. A sudden fear rushed through her head. Maybe that wasn't a good place to be. Maybe she should've never gone so far with that man. 'Should I do it?' her head struggled. Maybe it was the perfect moment to put on her clothes and dash away from there. Then she saw his eyes, caring and still with that evil eager for her body, those eyes that made her forget about her fears; so she turned around and bent over. She took her panties from the sides by sticking her thumbs in them; pulled them down slowly while those big eyes watched even the last corner of herself. Goosebumps stormed through her body, following her heat from her neck, her back, her chest, her arse, her clit, getting deep into her vagina, and into her legs. He just stayed looking at her pussy, studying it. High Definition doesn't compare the slightest with reality. He barely touched her clit and her lips with his finger, making her whole body shake. -You like this, don't you?- he said in a sexy voice. -Mhmm- she murmured baring her blushed face in her hands. -You're a very naughty girl, Andrea- he said as he unzipped his pants and took his cock out. -Stand up, turn around and kneel. She knew what was coming, and she found herself strangely excited about the idea. Andrea knelt and grabbed his cock with her right hand. -Is this what you want me to do?- she asked while rubbing her tongue from the bottom up of his penis. -Do you think this is what I want?- he smiled. -I truly do- she said, and put his cock deep inside her mouth. She had been sucking on it for a while when he grabbed her hair into a ponytail and pushed her even deeper. -Wait!- Mike stood up and put a mirror in front of the bed, sat down and, before she could keep on sucking, he stopped her. -Stand up and turn around again. Andrea did so and flushed suddenly at her sight at the mirror. Her nipples were aroused, her hair a mess and she could see her clit throbbing, wanting to get some attention. He first focused on her arse, spanking it twice. She jumped with the surprise. Then he told her to look into the mirror and rubbed her clit for her to see. After a couple of minutes, he pinched her nipples and stood up. -Sit down on the bed and spread your legs as wide as you can. She didn't know him enough to know what was coming up next, but she obeyed. He then got a couple of ropes and tied her legs so they'd stay spread all the time. Every thought came through her head, 'Is he going to fuck me?; Is he going to eat me?; Is he going to make me masturbate and watch myself in the mirror?. Damn! There's a mirror!' What was he going to do to her? She could see her throbbing clit not just asking for attention but begging for it; her lips were spread, giving anyone entrance to her pussy, her drowning pussy. 'This is so embarrassing! I hope he'd do something now! Can't bare the sight anymore!' She thought to herself as she hid her face in her arms. He'd finish tying her legs up a few moments ago, but he enjoyed watching her mind go nuts; even more with the mirror showing her how excited she was with it. Mike finally decided to act when she couldn't look into the mirror anymore. -Look into the mirror, I never told you to stop watching. So she did. Andrea was looking into the mirror when Mike got down on her and started slurping and licking every part of her pussy out. She was so embarrassed at her sight in the mirror, but couldn't bare to stop looking. He put two fingers inside of her, starting to finger-fuck her and continuing eating her. She wasn't far away from cumming, knowing that Mike wouldn't let her cum just now, would he? -Are you cumming without my permission?- he asked, his fingers going faster and faster inside of her. -I'm not, I swear. I'm... I'm... Oh!... God!... I'm... Trying. Not. To! Plea.se... Let. Me. Cum!! I swear... I'm... Trying. Really. Hard!- she said in huge intervals, words were nowhere to be found in her mind, trying to focus all her energy not to cum. He stopped just a second before she was to cum. A second later and she wouldn't have been able to hold it any longer. He stood up and left way for her to look at herself in the mirror. -Have you seen yourself so aroused before? Have you seen your pussy when you're about to cum? She couldn't even open her eyes to watch that, but she knew she had to. Andrea saw her whole body begging to cum; it wasn't just her mouth saying the words, it was her chest getting bigger, her hips moving in circular movements, her pussy looking red, wet, and eager. -Oh, God!- she moaned in a combination of self-consciousness and pleasure. He now kissed her and took her hands softly. -How badly do you want to cum?. Her breathing was fast and uneasy. -I want to cum so bad, please. Please let me cum, Mike. -I still don't know if I should- he answered as he hold on to her hands and tied them up, bringing them all the way up and tying them up to the bedhead. She was now helpless to anything he wanted to do to her. Her mind was working even faster than before. He took advantage of that moment in which she was thinking and wondering to surprise her putting her cock all the way inside her pussy at once. She screamed with pleasure, trying to get her knees together, but nothing happened. Mike started then to fuck her fast, so fast. He had everything he wanted to touch and see there. He went even faster when he started to rub her clit once more; knowing that it wasn't going to take long for her to cum. 'Should I let her cum?' he asked to himself. 'I could play with her some more. I could make her have the best orgasm (orgasms?) of her life' he thought at the sight of her almost-orgasm face. -Mike?... Mike?- she asked. -Yes Andy, you can cum this once. She came with a strong shivering orgasm. Her pussy getting tighter around his cock. After a few seconds, the orgasm was over... -Good girl!- Mike said. -Now, how should I play with you next? ... First One, Then The Other Chapter 1 When this happened, it was the summer after my graduation from high school. I'm an only child and live with my mom and dad. My dad is a Vice President at a local bank and my mom teaches elementary school. She has a sister, my Aunt Tina, who also lives near us and also teaches in the same elementary school as my mom. It was the school I first went to and it was weird having them both there, they're identical twins and really do look quite alike. But, now I would be going away to college though I was able to see my aunt a lot since that summer. It was then, that her husband of ten years just upped and left and while I've always gone over to visit my aunt, it was after her divorce that I began going over even more. I guess I should explain that. At first, it was because she was family and I felt sorry for what had happened to her. She was just too nice to be treated that way. So, one day I went over and when she let me in, I kissed her as usual, but this time it was firmly on the lips pulling her much tighter than normal. Well, I was eighteen and horny and, well, my aunt is a very pretty woman. Just like my mom, like I said, they're virtually identical. My Aunt Tina is five-five, long, glossy brown hair down past her shoulders, blue-gray eyes, smooth, ivory skin, and a very nice figure. Since she's just like my mom, I know her bra size is 36-C. I've seen my mom and my aunt in bikinis and, well, you'd like them. They're very pretty. So, I kissed my aunt hello in a fashion somewhat out of the ordinary and she commented on it. "Hmm, haven't been kissed like that in a long time, Jay. Thank you, let's go sit," and she led me into the den where we sat on the sofa, each of us angled sideways facing each other. "Well, it just looked like my pretty aunt needed a nice kiss today," I said trying to be gallant. "It shows, I guess, huh?" she replied and I leaned over and kissed her again, this time our arms moving around each other in an embrace. I kissed her moving her head backwards until it was on the back of the sofa as I scooted closer. This was nice, I thought, very nice. In a minute, she pulled her head away and said, "Well, Jay, that's a bit more than a nephew kisses his aunt. I forget that you're nearly a man now. You do kiss like one." "I really liked it and would love to kiss you again." Trust me, I have no idea where that came from except perhaps an overload of testosterone. I moved back over her and kissed her again, sliding my tongue between her lips as her mouth opened to me. My hand moved up almost on its own to rest on her breast. I was surprised she didn't move it away. I flexed my fingers around her firmness underneath as her tongue now explored my mouth. Then...then, her palm rested in the bulge in my pants and pressed down as we kissed further. We just kissed for several more minutes, I think neither of us wanted to disrupt the atmosphere of what we were doing by talking. Finally, though, my aunt pulled her head back and asked me, "Jay, have you had sex yet?" "Um, no, I don't think so," I softly answered. She laughed, "You're not sure?" "No, I mean, yes, I'm sure. No, I haven't," I sputtered as her question made me instantly nervous. "Well, this is rather unconventional but would you like to maybe have sex with your Aunt Tina?" I already had a raging boner from all the kissing and her hand pressing and rubbing on me. Now, I thought it might explode. "With you, you mean, really, um, yes, I'd love it, you really mean it?" She pushed me back up, stood up, stood and took my hand and pulled me up and led me back to her bedroom. "I don't want to spend too much time thinking about this or I might change my mind," she said as she was pulling off my teeshirt over my head, then rubbing her hands, palms down, along my chest as she leaned her head forward and tongued my mouth again while her hands dropped to my belt. She got it open and was pulling my shorts to the floor leaving me in my white briefs standing there before her. She leaned forward and kissed right on the bulge, then pulled my briefs right off as my cock sprung out. "Mmm, nice," she murmured as I felt the first pair of lips to ever slide over my dick. I almost passed out it felt so good. A minute later, she stood up saying, "More of that later," as she pulled off her peasant blouse then reached back and unclasped her bra and dropped it on the floor. I'd seen my aunt in a bikini so I pretty much knew to expect a beautiful pair of round, firm boobs. She and my mom were thirty-eight years old and, standing there topless, my aunt looked like the girls I saw in Playboy. She reached down and took my hands to place them on her breasts as she loosened her shorts and pulled them down along with her panties. She was naked, really naked, right there standing in front of me as I felt her boobs. "Come to bed, Jay," she said softly and pulled the covers back and we lay down next to each other as we held each other and kissed, now naked, skin-to-skin, my first naked embrace. It simply felt electric everywhere my skin touched hers. She moved her hand down and took my dick and began moving back and forth. "Are you ready to make love to me, Jay?" she asked as she turned on her back and spread open for me. My heart was pounding as I got up over her, she was still holding my cock, and crouched between her legs as I moved close. She held me as I pressed against her, widening further as I felt the tip of my dick make entry into her warm, slippery insides. I hadn't started moving back and forth yet, I was just in awe of how it felt to be inside her as she began on her own moving her hips up and back, each time putting me a bit deeper. It felt incredible, simply the best thing I'd ever felt in my life. "You look happy, Jay," she told me as I moved in and out. "Oh, I am happy. I never knew anything could feel this good. And you're so beautiful, I can't get over how beautiful you look." "I look just like your mom, Jay. Maybe I shouldn't say that, it might turn you off, sorry," she told me but I was now fully realizing just how beautiful my own mother would be naked and, well, just how wonderful she would be to make love to as well. After all, they were identical twins. That was when I began to really understand that it was sex with not just my aunt but with my mother that I was after. I knew I couldn't last long doing this, it just felt so good and it was so sexy with my aunt, she was so hot-looking. "Oh, do we need protection? I don't want to shoot if you're not okay?" I managed to get out. She raised her legs up in a wide vee, telling me, "It's fine, Jay, just go ahead, it's just fine, give me your cum, I want it." That's just what I did, crying out, "OH, I'M CUMMING," as I groaned and she pulled me down and kissed me over and over. She held me to herself, her legs looped around my back, holding me tight inside her. "Mmm, that's right, Jay, cum in me, did I make you feel good? For your first time?" "Oh, Aunt Tina, you've made me feel wonderful, this has been incredible. I want to make you feel good, too, so you can have an orgasm so I don't want to stop, okay?" She nodded to me and I kept sliding back and forth in and out of her, my cock still as hard as when it first entered her. "Mmm, just hold still, Jay, let me do this," she asked as she widened her legs far out and put her hands under her hips to raise her pussy up then she began moving her lower body around in a circle with my cock deep inside. Mmm, it was delicious. "Oh, Aunt Tina, that feels so good, oh, you're gonna make me cum again," I moaned. It was feeling really great to me with the shaft of my hard cock rubbing around on her sensitive, swollen labia as I moved in and out and she circled her hips below me. Then, it was as if a dam burst...I was suddenly swept over with waves of ecstasy as my body jerked and trembled, my semen once more spurting deep inside her. I began cumming as I thrust and thrust into her deeply, then she jammed down as hard as she could as my ejaculation spurted warmly deep inside her. "Oh, Jay, OH, OH, OOH, OOH, umm, umm, mmm," she cried out as she pulled me down and kissed me deeply as I continued moving up and down. We had sex three more times that day and it began a regular tryst several times a week. She would always undress before I arrived so she could meet me at the door, standing behind it, of course, in case there were people on the street and I always disrobed as we went back to her bedroom for a wonderful day of sex. Then, one Tuesday morning, I was up behind my aunt fucking her doggie-style which she really loved, when, from behind us, we heard, "My god, Tina, Jay, just what the hell are you two doing?" We both dropped to the bed and pulled the covers over as my mother stood there in the doorway glaring at us. "Shit, Jan, what does it look like we were doing. Surely, that's not what you want to know," my aunt told her twin sister. "Well, I want to know why you two are doing this?" "Mom, the reason is that my aunt is a hot, sexy woman and I'm very attracted to her. Just like I'm very attracted to you for the same reason. Being with Aunt Tina is just like being with you, Mom," I yelled back at her really not holding anything back. Now it was out, there was little I could do but just wait for the fireworks. She stood there a minute, then quietly asked, "Me?" "Yes, Mom, I love you. And I love you the way a man loves a woman. Like for five years now, I've wanted this with you. And Aunt Tina is just like you, don't you see?" It all just came spilling out and my mother just stood there looking bewildered by it all. "Jan, let me tell you, your son is great in bed, I mean great. You just don't know what you're missing, girl. You should try him, trust me, I know." Chapter 2 Mom stood there another minute, then began taking her clothes off. I couldn't believe it as I watched her bra come off. Just like Aunt Tina, Mom's boobs were so nice, they really were identical twins, for sure. My cock, deflated since being discovered, began a quick recovery as my mother was soon pulling down her panties. She had a full bush, unlike her twin who was shaved clean, otherwise it looked like I had two of the same woman in the room. She got into bed next to me as my aunt moved over and lifted the covers off me. "I just got a glimpse of this when I first saw you, Jay," my mother said as her fingers wrapped around my hard shaft. "You've really changed since I last saw this, you're quite the man now," she said as she gave it a gentle squeeze. "Let him do what he's wanted for so long, Sis," my aunt urged as my mother opened her legs pulling me over onto her. I knew then that I would at last have what I wanted. I knelt up and held my dick steady as I wiped it up and down her fur-trimmed slit, then, wet with her juices, began pushing my way back inside my mother after eighteen years outside her. She lifted her legs high in the air as I took hold of her ankles and pushed to her depths. "Mmm, yes, that's good, Jay, mmm, fuck me good, Son," she moaned as I began talking long, deliberate strokes in and out on my mother's upturned pussy as my aunt, on her side with her leg raised, slowly stroked her pussy lips with her fingers as she watched mother and son fucking next to her. "Oh, Mom, this is what I've wanted for so long, ever since I started looking at girls, you were the one I wanted. It was wonderful when Aunt Tina and I started with each other and I want to have you both." "The way I'm feeling right now, I haven't felt this good in years. I can see why Tina wants you in her bed, I do, too." It was all I'd wanted to hear for years now. As much as I loved fucking my aunt, and that's a lot, don't get that wrong, I love my aunt and adore being her lover, it's been my mother who I've wanted my cock inside for so long now. And now it was. "I want to make you feel good, Mom, just as much as you want. You can ask Aunt Tina, I can just go and go, I love fucking, and want to do the two of you as much as you could ever possibly want." "Sounds a lot better than what I'm getting from your father these days. Well, no use complaining, now I've got my son to make love to me, it's just wonderful. You were so right, Tina." "Told ya, Sis, your son is a natural and, well, I've given him some pointers, too. Have him give you oral sex, you'll see. And, he doesn't mind a bit if he's already filled you up with his cum. He's the best." My mom raised her legs up onto my shoulders and began moving her pussy around as I kept going in and out on the happiest day of my life. "Yes, my son is rather a surprise, a wonderful surprise. I can see why you've taken him to your bed, Tina, I can understand completely." "And now I get you, too, Mom, both of you, Aunt Tina and you," I told her as my cock slid in and out of her upturned pussy. "Yes, dear, you get me, too, yes, as much as you want." "That's gonna be a lot, Mom, a whole lot, I've wanted this for a long time and now I've got both of you. I'm the luckiest guy in the world," I panted as I kept thrusting back and forth, happy to finally have what I'd so wanted. "Mmm, I've forgotten how a young man feels inside. Yes, this is so good, I've missed this so much, just never realized how much until now. Oh, I'm so glad I came over this morning. What a wonderful surprise." "I told you you'd love him inside you, Jan. Always trust your twin sister, you'll never go wrong," my aunt said as I went back and forth while she watched. "Mmm, yes, you're so right. Oh, I'm so glad you told me how good my son was like this. He's certainly got his mother close to cumming," and just as she said that she began groaning beginning a wonderful orgasm that I watched with fascination. With my mother cumming underneath me, it was all I needed, I began myself as I jammed deep into her releasing spurt after spurt of my cum far inside her where I so wanted it. I groaned as I fell down on her kissing her over and over as my hips kept moving, I just never ever wanted to stop. "Mmm, Jay, I love you even more than ever before. Thank you, it was wonderful," my mother said as we both held each other, now in a new phase of our lives together, now lovers. "Can I borrow my nephew back, Jan? That sure looked so good and I know he's capable of more. I know his stamina pretty well by now," my aunt asked. I pulled out of my mother, kissing her one more time as she got up and my aunt took her place as I got over her. She took my cock and led it up between her outspread legs where I shoved inside and began our lovemaking for the second time of the day. She was juicy with our combined fluids as my cock slid right in up to my cock's base and I began moving in and out. She brought her knees back to her chest as I probed back and forth into her taking long, slow strokes while I looked down watching my glistening cock move so wonderfully linking us together. "Mmm, you are just the best nephew there is, Jay, taking care of your aunt like this. I hope you'll still be my lover now that you're doing your mom too." "Oh, don't let that worry you, Aunt Tina. We were together first, I'll never stop being with my beautiful Aunt Tina. No way." After a quite wonderful fuck with my aunt, we all three had lunch, the same way my aunt and I often had lunch at her house, naked, but this time my mother was also there, also naked while they both played with my cock and I played with their boobs. They looked so much alike it was uncanny. I did find a few small moles and a small scar that told the difference but there wasn't much. Even their pussies tasted the same. Amazing. After lunch it was back to my aunt's bed for more sex with her and my mom. Finally, about four, we all got dressed and I loaded my bicycle into Mom's car and we went home holding hands as my mom drove. When we went in the house, Mom asked me to come up to her and Dad's bedroom. As soon as we were inside, she turned to me and kissed me with her tongue probing my mouth and her hand down between us gripping my erection through my shorts. "Dad will be home soon but I just wanted one more feel of your hard cock, Jay. I'll come wake you up as soon as your father leaves for work in the morning, keep this hard until then. Promise me you won't jack-off, I want you as hard as you can be," she said, then kissed me again as she moved her hand up and down over my bulging shorts. I started sleeping in the nude and, at night, Mom would always excuse herself from being with Dad downstairs to come up and say goodnight. I would throw the covers back as soon as Mom came in my room and she would kneel down next to my bed and suck me off, then end with, "Sweet dreams," as she opened her mouth for me to see the strings of my cum inside. Then, the next morning, as soon as my father left for work, she would come up to my room, strip, and get in bed with me so I could fuck her for the first time of the day. It was far from the last time as I found that my mother had become super-horny after I first had sex with her. She told me that she just couldn't get enough of me inside her and that she'd never been as turned-on in all her life. We would also go over to my Aunt Tina's house for a naked fuck party or have her over for one at our house. This was at least twice a week. Then, after school started, I would get home just about the same time as my mom and we would run upstairs and get naked first thing and be in each other's arms the rest of the afternoon. So, that's how my love affair began with first my aunt, then my mother. I'm now in my third year of college and, yes, it still goes on. Even though I have several 'friends with benefits' here at school, my mother or my aunt always takes precedence whenever one or the other visits for a weekend. And holidays at home are the same way. It all started with a kiss for my Aunt Tina that was just a bit horny. Am I glad I acted a little bolder that day back when I was eighteen. Oh, yeah. First Online Cyber Affair The internet was new and exciting. I was on AOL and was researching a trip to Chicago, so I went into a Chicago area chat room. I wanted to find things to do and places to see while there for a hockey game. It was tough getting people to talk to me in the chat room because I was new to the room. Finally, a person with the screen name TRISH1950 suggested that I stay downtown and told me a few of the good spots to hit at night. I sent her an IM thanking her and asked if I saw her online could I IM her again. She said yes, but that she was married and might not be able to talk. I told her I would send an email asking if she could talk and then she could IM me first. It sounded like a plan. I went to the hockey game the next weekend and the places TRISH1950 recommended were great spots and I had an epic trip to Chicago. I started to look for Trish online to thank her and finally one night I saw her online. I sent her an email and in a few moments she IM'd me saying she was home alone and could talk. I thanked her for the recommendations on things to do and see in Chicago. The conversation with Trish was easy and fun. She asked if I was married and I said yes. She said that she had been married for many years, but things were not like she wanted. I told her that my marriage isn't always that exciting, but it was okay. We talked about a variety of subjects. We found out we were the same age, married for the same number of years, both had two daughters and both liked the same music. We talked for about 2 hours and we said good night with the agreement we would talk again. Of course, we both were online the next night. Again, my conversation with Trish was fun and time flew by. At the end of the conversation, I asked her what her favorite "make out" song was when she was dating. I told her to think about it and I would talk to her tomorrow and share my favorite "make out" song with her. Once we divulged the song, we had to tell why and give the details. She agreed. I couldn't wait for the next night. Trish was online when I signed on and she IM'd me immediately. Her husband was in bed sick and she could talk as long as she wanted. I told her my wife was out with the girls for the evening so let's discuss our favorite make out song. We agreed to email each other our favorite songs and then talk about them. I sent her my choice and I received hers. We both started laughing when the only song was Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers. I asked her to describe the first night she made out to that song. She was driving with her boyfriend and the song came on. She said she started rubbing this thigh and he pulled into the first dark area they could find and started kissing passionately. She asked me about my first make out session and I told her we were already parked when it came on. My girlfriend moaned how much she liked this song and how it turned her on. I asked Trish how graphic she wanted me to be and she said go for it. I told her that my girlfriend reached down, undid my pants and proceeded to give me my first blow job. I got an "LOL" from Trish and she said that she gave her first blowjob that night to her boyfriend. I was so turned on by this; I had my cock out and started stroking it. In a few strokes, I shot my load all over my stomach. We signed off with the agreement that we would talk again tomorrow after the spouses went to sleep. The next night couldn't come soon enough. We met online and discussed the previous evening. I confessed that I was very turned on by our conversation and Trish surprised me when she said she was also turned on. She asked me what I did about it. I again asked how graphic she wanted it to be. She said to tell it like it is. I told her that while we were talking, I dropped my pants and was playing with my cock. I told her that when she confessed giving her first blowjob that night, I shot cum on my stomach. I told her that I only had a robe on at the moment and it was open. My cock was rock hard. She asked me to jack off for her and describe it for her. I learned it was tough to stroke your cock and type at the same time. I told her to give me a moment, let me jack off and then I would give her all the details. So, I started to slowly stroke my cock. My other hand reached down and lightly touched my balls. My finger traced down between my balls and my asshole. I loved to rub my anus when jacking off. I started pumping my cock hard and as the orgasm built up; I inserted my finger into my ass and blew my load all over my stomach again. I rubbed the cum on my stomach until it was gone. When I was done typing my first cyber orgasm for Trish, she said it was her turn now. The night before she was online in her nightgown, which came down to her knees. She said that while I was telling her about my first blowjob, she opened her legs, lifted her nightgown to her waist and was finger fucking herself. She said that she had two full scale orgasms while we were talking. I asked her what she had on at the moment and she said she was also naked under a robe on in case the hubby came in the room. And she said she had her favorite toys with her. I asked her to masturbate for me and describe it. She said she already finished and told me to sit back and enjoy. She slid her hand down to her pussy and started to rub her clit. She said she opened her pussy lips with the other hand and put two fingers in. She then reached for her dildo and pushed it slowly into her cunt wishing it was my cock. She pushed it all the way into herself and turned the vibrator on. She then reached for her vibrating egg and pushed it into her asshole and turned it on high. She returned to the dildo and started pumping it in her pussy until she came. She told me that both vibrators were still in her and still running. She said she was pleased that I like anal play like she did. I said I was pleased she was willing to masturbate for me. We signed off with an assignment. We were to tell each other with a "what would I do" scenario for the next night. Our assignment was to describe "what I would do" if we were in the same house and the other one was on the computer. When she came online, I told her to sit back and just read. I was ready to tell her "what I would do" if I came into the room and she was on the computer. It went as follows: As I was passing the computer room, I saw Trish online. The room was dark and I slowly entered. She was engrossed with the computer, so I reached down and started running my fingers through her hair, lightly rubbing her head. I could feel her relax as I started to massage her neck. I bent over and kissed her ear and felt her moan. I nibbled her ear and used my tongue to lick it. I was still massaging her neck. My mouth moved to her neck and I started to kiss her gently. My hands now reached down her front. She had on a blouse that buttoned down the front and a bra on. My hands gently caressed her breasts while I was still kissing her neck. I started unbuttoning her blouse until it was fully opened. I took one finger and slid it inside her bra until I could feel her nipple. My finger rubbed her nipple until it was hard. I turned the chair Trish was sitting in around so she now faced me. I took her blouse off. I lowered one bra strap and then the other. I slowly lowered her bra until both of her beautiful tits were exposed. I knelt in front of her and resumed kissing her neck, while my hands caressed her tits. My mouth worked its way down to her nipples and I softly bit them, first one, then the other. My hands were now working on getting her slacks off. I unbuttoned them and she lifted her hips to help me. I stood back to take in the view. She looked beautiful sitting there in just her panties. I took off my clothes allowing my cock to swing close to her mouth. She reached for it, but I wasn't done. I started to kiss her tits again, and worked my mouth down her stomach. I pulled her panties off exposing her trimmed pussy. My mouth finally reached its goal. I found her clit with my lips and started sucking it. My hands were lightly rubbing her pussy and pulling her lips open. I then took my tongue and found her juicy slit. I sucked on her pussy until she came for the first time. I took her from the chair to the desk and bent her over the desk. It exposed her opened pussy and her asshole. Again, my mouth found her wet cunt. I licked and tongued her to another orgasm. My tongue went to her butt. I started licking her asshole and fingered her pussy. After another orgasm I reached down and took my cock in hand. I slid it into her pussy and started stroking. I reach around and played with her tits and rolled her nipples with my fingers. I slow fucked her with my cock going all the way into her pussy and slowly coming out. Now that my cock was wet, I pulled it out of her pussy and put the head against her anus. I waited to see what would happen and Trish pushed against my cock until she took all of it up the ass. Then she started fucking my cock. Her ass was tight as she rocked against me. She liked me to pull out and shove it back in. Her last orgasm brought me to my orgasm. I pulled out and she turned around. She opened her mouth and asked to shoot my cum into it. I did what she asked. Strings of cum went into her mouth and she swallowed it. We then spent the next hour kissing and caressing on the floor. It was now Trish's turn. She said she was breathless from cumming while reading my story. She said to sit back and enjoy. It was early evening when I saw you still working online. I thought to myself, it would be nice to see if I could release his stress. I went into the bedroom and put on my silk robe and nothing else. I went back into the computer room. You didn't notice, so I turned your chair around, opened my robe and said it was time for some stress relief. I could see your cock starting to get hard, so I bent over and started kissing you while opening your shirt. I pulled it off and removed your tee shirt. My mouth moved down to your nipples as I rubbed my tits against your hard cock. My hands were now getting your pants off. I made you stand up and stripped you naked. You then sat back down as I started kissing your nipples again. I took my tits and wrapped them around your hard cock. I moved my tits up and down until I saw that first drop of precum. I continued to titty fuck until I felt you wanting to cum. I backed off and opened my little bag of goodies. I pulled a silver egg out of the bag and put some lube on in. I then knelt back in front of you and started sucking your cock. My tongue rolled around the tip, feeling it getting even harder in my mouth. My hands were playing with your balls. You slid your ass to the edge of the chair and opened your legs allowing me full access to your asshole. I took some of the lube and rubbed your asshole. I could feel your cock jump as I put a finger in. Once I lubed your asshole, I put the egg in and turned it on. Not wanting you to cum yet, I quit sucking your cock. I now got my wet pussy over your cock and lowered myself slowly onto your cock. I lifted and lowered my pussy. I could feel the vibrating egg with my pussy and I came hard. I put my titties in your mouth and told you to suck, which you did. I got off your cock, turned around and lowered my asshole on to your hard cock. Your hands were now playing with my titties from behind. I squeezed my ass cheeks and fucked you until you almost came. When you started breathing like you were going to cum, I pulled off and pumped your cock with my hand until you came all over your chest. I proceeded to lick your cum until you were clean. Needless to say, I had been stroking my cock the entire time and did shoot my load. Trish and I both agreed on two things. First, we would do this again, but not every night. The second was to meet some time and turn fantasies into reality. First Oral This is a true story and I had to tell someone. :D I am 20 and in university. For months I had been fantasizing sucking a cock. I wasn't really attracted to men nor did I have the desire to be fucked or fuck another man. I was just curious about sucking cock. I live in a small city and was always wondering how I was going to get about fulfilling this urge I had. At first I figured I could just go to a gay club around here and pick up a guy, but most of the clubs in the city are basically on one street. The chance I'd run into someone or the chance someone I knew would see me walk into and leave one of these clubs was pretty high. I decided against that. In the last month, I discovered chat rooms. There were always guys asking to meet up. Again most of the people out there were about my age and the chances he turned out to be a closeted friend of mine seemed high. I wanted to be as discreet as possible. Last week, I was online and noticed this website had personals. I looked through them and found a few people who would be suitable. I replied to an ad by a 35 year old man that mentioned he was discreet, single and willing to do whatever the other person wanted. After a couple emails I realized the guy lived a little far from where I did, and so the chances of running into him were slim. We decided to meet at this shopping mall close to where he lived, after which he would drive me to his place and we would get down to business. The next day I woke up a little late and almost forgot about meeting the guy. I quickly got changed and took the bus down to that mall. It was a 40 minute trip which was nerve racking. I was close to just not showing up, but something in the back of my mind pushed me to go ahead and do it. I reached the mall and waited outside the entrance for about 15 minutes when I saw his car pull up. We had exchanged pictures previously and so he knew what I looked like. I got into the car and we made small talk. On arriving at his house I got a full look at him. He was pretty well built, looked like he worked out quite a bit. The house looked pretty good for a single guy. I guess he earned quite a bit. Once in, he placed his hand on my crotch. He commented on how hard I was. I was nervous, scared and turned on, all at once. He helped me take off my clothes after which I helped him remove his. He was only semi erect. He then sat down on the couch while I got down on my knees and assured me we could stop whenever I wanted. I grabbed his cock and began stroking it to an erection. It grew to about seven inches and looked great. Slowly I licked his cock from base to head. I spent a little more time around the head and then placed it in my mouth. My tongue licked the cock all around making it wet. At first it was a little hard as my teeth kept hitting his cock. After a few tries I got it right and slowly sucked on his shaft up and down. I let my tongue explore every bit of the cock. My motions became faster as I looked up every now and again to get reassurance I was doing a good job. His cock tasted great and I felt like a cheap whore, kneeling on the ground and sucking a cock. It was great though. He then suggested I try and deep throat him. I was a little unsure on how exactly to do it, but he said just try. I grabbed his wet cock and placed it in my mouth, taking it in little by little. Once it reached the back of my mouth I gagged and began coughing. He told me to relax my throat and pretend I was yawning. After a few tries and my eyes watering, I got the hang of it. He then stood up as I deep throated him again, each time causing a lot of saliva to be formed and basically getting a lot messier. It was very hot though. He then grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth. I stuck my tongue out as he rammed his seven inches down my throat. He said he was going to cum and asked me where I wanted it. I told him I wanted him to cum on my face. (Another fantasy I had) I began to stroke him hard as I sucked on his balls. His body was beginning to tense up and he pulled back. He grabbed my head and began stroking his cock faster. Within a few seconds I felt his hot cum hit me on my cheek. More cum followed and hit me on my lips and basically all over my face. When he was done, my face was covered in cum as it slowly dripped off my chin. I took his cock back in my mouth and slowly sucked him dry. It was great. Everything I hoped it would be. Once done, we decided to shower together to clean up. Under the hot water in the shower, he stroked my cock and I came pretty soon. It was the best first experience. Once done, we set up another date to do the same thing. First Oral Experience for a Friend *Author's note: I would like to thank PrincessAmelia for her efforts editing this story. She made it easier to read, and therefore much more enjoyable for you, the reader.* I met someone in New Orleans online, who just got out of a divorce from an abusive husband. She told me that she never had anyone ever go down on her ever. So, it inspired me to write this story. I arrive at the address you gave me. I don't know if this is your place, or a friends place, but since this is the first time we are meeting in person, you might be playing it safe. It is a nice neighborhood, but I still lock my doors and stroll up the front steps to ring the doorbell. Yes, I am feeling a little nervous. While we talked to each other online, I still have never met you, and you only know just that I am arriving at this time. I take a deep breath as I hear footsteps coming to the door. The door opens with the chain still on, and you say, "Mike?" I reply, "Ally?". The door shuts and I hear the chain slide off before you open the door again. "Come in." I pause, giving you a good look over. You are wearing silk, and a matching kimono tied closely around you. The silk excites me, as it hangs and clings around you in all the right places. Curves where you are supposed to have curves, and a beautiful smile with perfect kiss able lips, giving me a slight grin as you watch me take you all in with my eyes. Your curly brown, shoulder length hair looks freshly done. You are shorter than I am; a cute little 5' 3" compared to my 6 foot tall frame. I step into the house, and you lead me to the living room, where the lights are slightly dimmed, some music is playing and a glass of wine is there, lipstick on the edges of the glass showing me you have had a sip or two already. You offer me a glass, which I take and savor the moment. A beautiful woman, standing before me, wants me to lick her pussy for the first time. I feel honored, excited, and nervous. You are looking me over, and you don't mind what you are seeing, but you do go back and look at my crotch again, as you see my bulge increasing. Feeling a little awkward, but wanting to take charge of the moment, I ask how your day was. I can see the excitement in your eyes, and wondered if you were thinking about it all day as I was. I ask you if you are ready for this, and you just nod your head. Taking you in my arms, I give you a passionate kiss, teasing your mouth with my tongue, darting, probing, withdrawing, and making you aware of my tongue, what it is doing, and what it will be doing. I slide my hand down your back and grab your ass. It feels so nice under the silk pants. Breathlessly you pull away, and slip off those long pants. As you do this, I can see the small robe start to slip open, revealing a sexy bra and panty set. You have such nice big beautiful breasts. I make a mental note to make sure they get my tongue as well. You see me standing there, watching you, an obvious erection tenting my pants. You give me that smirk again, and I blush a little. I take off my shirt and slide my pants down, taking my shoes and socks off as I go. At this point, you have an opened robe and you are standing there in your matching bra and panties, and I have on my boxer briefs. After another breathless moment, we embrace each other again with renewed vigor, as I am groping your ass while putting my arm around your head, locking your lips against mine. I can feel your nails against my back as your hands move to grab my ass with two hands, feeling how firm it is, pulling my hips hard against yours, my hardness pressing into you. I sense we are getting a little weak kneed, and I start to lower you onto the couch. I kneel on the floor and take off my underwear then reach for yours. Slowly I pull them down, as you lift up your hips, allowing me to pull them all the way down and off. I am surprised to see you are shaved clean. You see me stare at it with longing and lustful look, and you open your legs more to give me greater access. Such a beautiful pussy, so pink, already wet, begging for attention. I lean over and kiss the insides of your thighs. Maybe you thought I was going to go right for your clit, but no, I want to enjoy the buildup. I draw circles with my tongue on the inside of your thigh, while my other hand is massaging your leg. As my tongue gets close and closer to your pussy, I can feel your pussy giving off heat, I can smell your wonderful juices, and I can feel my pre cum running down my head. With broad, flat strokes of my tongue, I finally reach your outer lips. I now really position my head right beneath you, and you put your let over my shoulder. I can hear you breathing deeply, enjoying being teased this way. I lick all around your pussy, tasting your wetness as it leaks from your pussy. As I am licking around your pussy, I decide to see how far you want to go. When I get to the bottom, I lick a little bit along your perineum, but stop before I reach your anus, then move back up, wanting to see your reaction. I can smell something sweet and flowery when I did this, so I can tell you took a scented bath before my arrival. I hear you gasp with surprise and anticipation as I started down that path and I sense you relax a little bit when I started back up. Not sure what you like, after another lap around your pussy, I go down there again, a little further this time, and again, I hear that sharp intake of breath. I smile, and give a few long licks between your anus and pussy, seeing you get even more excited. But I make one more slow long trek back up, but this time I don't stop outside your pussy - no, I continue to lick all the way up into your folds, getting a mouthful of your juices. There is no way I am going to touch your clit yet, not when there is still so much build up to continue. Making my tongue hard and long, I start to use it as a mini-dick, thrusting it into your hole, feeling your wetness on my upper lip and starting down my chin. God I love this pussy! After a few minutes of this, I gently work my tongue up to your clit, where it is poking through the hood. As I approach it with my tongue, I apply less and less pressure until just before my tongue would have licked it, I stop, hovering above it for just a split second so you recognize the pause, then I gently blow a puff of air onto it. At that point you cannot take anymore, and now your hands are pressing my face against your pussy. I finally tongue your clit, working it around in circles, licking over the top around the bottom, just before I take your clit into my mouth. This sends you over the edge for your first orgasm. I have your clit in my mouth, sucking on it, licking the tip of it like a mad man while it's in my mouth. My chin is completely wet as you grip your legs around me and keep my head from moving while you climax. I am furiously tapping at it with my tongue as you spasm uncontrollably. As I sense you slowing down, I slow down, and when you release me, I look up at you and you have that far away glazed look in your eyes. I rub your stomach with my hands, rubbing them up and outward, down your sides back to your hips, where I bring them back in and up, going a little further this time, continuing this until I get to your breasts, which amazingly are still in your bra. I look at you pleadingly, and you give me that sly little smirk again and unclasp your bra, freeing your magnificent breasts, nipples completely erect. I rub them for a few minutes, enjoying their firmness and soft curves, rubbing where the bra was under your breasts and around the sides. You seem to have recovered enough at this point, so I go back down and start to massage the inner thighs right where they connect to your hips. I hear a soft moan escape your lips as you realize we aren't done yet. Massaging you for another few moments, I go back to licking your pussy lips, inside and out, taking them into my mouth, playing with them, and moving on. At this point I stick a finger in your vagina, which you did not expect, but by the sounds you are making, you are definitely enjoying. So while I am licking all over your slit and lips, my finger is working in and out of you, feeling for the g-spot to tease as my fingers penetrate you. We get into a good rhythm, and then I kick it up a notch by sucking your clit back into my mouth. This makes you pull my hair in pleasure, but that wasn't as far as I could go. No, I add another finger to rub your g-spot, and I then start humming. You are so vocal right now, urging me to continue, don't stop. Oh, no, I won't stop. With my other hand, I reach out and grab a breast to hold and squeeze as your orgasm builds. It isn't stopping, and I am humming along, thrusting my fingers, and squeezing your tit while you are writhing in ecstasy. You finally hit that climax, and I am holding onto you for my life, pressing your g-spot, humming with your clit in my mouth, and my other hand pinching your nipple. You climax for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a couple minutes. As soon as it ends, I feel you go limp, and I swear you passed out. Your juices are running down my wrist as I pull my fingers out of you. I give your pussy a last lick, and release your breast. Your eyes open at me and you smile at me. I move on up and kiss you full on the lips, letting you taste your juices on my lips and tongue. Yes, you look happy when I pull away. I smile and ask how you are doing. Your eyes roll up and you sigh, "Wonderful." "Are you still up for more fun with my tongue?" I ask. "Am I? YES!" I take a pillow from the couch and lie down, putting my head on the pillow. "Come over here and kneel over my face," I say. I watch you get up, still a little weak, breasts ever so swaying, and you eagerly straddle my shoulders. I look up at your glistening pussy, still wet from our tongue play, the bare lips still spread, wanting more attention. I see your breasts flushed and nipples at attention. My lust cannot grow any more. As much as I enjoy the view, I correct you. "No, turn around. Put your knees by my head." Excited to be directed like this, you quickly switch around. I reach up and give a little lick along your slit as I hear you give a soft sigh. "What do you see?" I ask. "You. You are dripping!" "Yes, I am. Now do you think you can take care of that while I continue to take care of you?" "At the same time?" "Yes, let me lick your pussy while you suck me." I feel a slight hesitation while you think about it, and I reach up with my tongue and lick from your slit to your anus again. "Ooh!" you exclaim, and that jump started you to bend over onto your hands and take my very hard cock into your mouth. "Mmmmm..." I moan as my mouth is full of your pussy lips. The humming of my moan feels incredible to you, and you moan back with my dick in your mouth, giving me the same kind of vibration sensation as I was giving you. I am in heaven. The smell of your pussy, the juices flowing into my face and mouth, my tongue poking your hole, all while being sucked is incredible. This is turning you on as well, as your position over my mouth is giving me a totally different access to you, one where I cannot focus as much on your clit as much as before, but I can certainly penetrate your opening with my tongue better than before. My chin is rubbing against your clit, though, and after a few thrusts of my tongue into your pussy, I lick all the way up to your anus, and give that a tickle with my tongue. You almost screamed with delight, but with your mouth full, it just caused me more wonderful vibrations. I continue to rim you a little, now sure if you want me to poke my tongue in there, but I decide against it; better to give you the idea of wanting it for another visit. But that doesn't stop me from licking up and down, back and forth, and again thrusting my tongue into your pussy, my tongue not able to penetrate like my fingers, but still licking up all those juices. I am sensing you are close, and I am not far behind as I have managed to keep from my powerful orgasm all this time. This is always the best - and worst - thing with 69 - the more aroused you get, the more you put in to pleasing your partner. But the closer either of us get to cumming, someone could start to lose focus as the powerful waves of pleasure overcome them, enough that a person might stop what they are doing to focus on their own pleasure. You know I am getting close as I am thrusting my cock up into your mouth (which is why I didn't want to be on top - I didn't want to gag you!), but you are also grinding your pelvis into my face as I lick as fast and as furiously as I can, trying to get you to come with me in your mouth. Suddenly your body tenses, and you start moaning louder and louder, causing extra vibrations down my shaft. That sets me over the edge too, and I release all my pent up cum down your throat. I am thrusting upwards; shooting again and again with each wave of my orgasm overtakes me. Your pussy juices flow all over my face; nothing is dry on my face. I am covered in your passionate juices, glistening in the dim lights. You roll off me onto your side. I take the pillow and turn around, offering to share the pillow with you while we look at each other. You seem so satisfied, a glazed look in your eyes. I lean in closer to kiss you, and again, our tongues are intertwined, but slower this time, more sensual. I can taste my cum on your tongue, and I know you can taste yourself on my lips, tongue and face. Your curly brown hair, perfectly in place when you met me at the door, is now unkempt, slightly mussed and tangled. Spent, trying to regain our breath, we lie there, on the floor, holding each other for a few moments. I ask you if you have an ottoman, and you nod, still slightly out of breath. I ask if you can have an orgasm like that standing up. "I don't know, why?" "Next time, I can lie on my back, hang off the edge of the ottoman, and lick you silly while you stand over me!" "Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?" "I am an eternal optimist after a mind-blowing sex session." First Oral Threesome I had won tickets to the Family Values tour (when Korn was in it). I had asked this guy that I worked with. He was one of my bosses, but he had a footballers body and he was really cute. The night of the concert he had to work so we decided that we would go when he gets out of work. I didn't have a car at the time so I borrowed my cousins for a little while until he was out of work. When I called his house to see if he was home his roommate said that he was not home yet but to go there and wait for him. So I did. I was wearing a black velvet tanktop and black jeans with a white man's shirt over the tank top. When I got there Rob (the guy that I was going with) had just gotten home. I told him that I needed to get my cousin back her car and so I needed someone to follow me. Well, Rob had to shower so he asked Eric (his roommate) to follow me in his car. When I got into the car after I dropped the other car off, he said that I had amazing breasts and that he wanted to touch them. I of course said no because I was interested in his friend. But the whole way back to his house he would not let up. He would pull over and ask if he could touch them. Then he would ask me if I knew how to use my tongue ring. Well, to make a long story short after pulling over like ten times I said that he could feel my breasts over the clothes. And he did. He caressed my breasts and squeezed them gently. Then he stared to drive again. He decided that that was not enough for him. He wanted more from me. So he pulled over again and asked if I would go down on him. If I would should him how good I was claiming to be at using my tongue ring. I said no that I didn't want to miss my concert. Again to make a long story short he must have pulled over at least five more times until I said yes. So he found a dark place that no one would see us. And I leaned over the car and started to suck on his dick. I licked his shaft long and hard......I sucked on his dick until he moaned loudly. He begged for me not to stop. Saying that I really knew how to please a man by sucking on him. Now he was not an easy blow. he just wouldn't cum. I sucked on that dick for forty-five minutes. He came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. Oh did it taste good. He is the kind of guy that hates to be touched after he cums to so I was teasing him. But we were also sitting there for forty-five minutes and Rob was waiting for us to get home so that we could go to the concert. When we got back to the house Rob was pissed and he said that he was not going to any concert now. Eric brought me home and said that he would call me. So when he called me he said that Rob wanted a piece of what I gave Eric. Eric had told him what I did to him and know Rob wanted to see if it was true. I got dressed in this small skimpy little dress. It was red and kind of see through. I was not wearing any undies underneath. So when I got back to the house I was sitting in a rocking chair showing them that I had nothing on underneath and pretending that I didn't know what I was doing. So Eric got up and brought me over to the couch. He spread my legs and started to rub the inner thighs. Rob was kind shy and Eric had to put his hand there but when he did Rob couldn't get enough. I had ten fingers probing me. Five from Rob and five from Eric. That was the most erotic time ever (at that time of my life) One of them would have there fingers inside of me and the other would be playing with the little man in the boat. And they would switch off. I had the longest orgasms ever (and I am the type to have multiples). I was like a river. Trying to get away from them and not wanting them to ever stop. By now I had taken Rob dick out of his pants and started to get it hard. He asked me to start to suck on him. He wasn't the biggest man I have ever been with but he was ok. I took him in my mouth and started to suck on him like there was no tomorrow. He tried to keep his moaning down but had a hard time doing so. He almost broke a table when he came in my mouth. He is also the type of guy that hates to be touched after orgasm. During the time I was sucking him off Eric was pumping my pussy with his fingers. He must have had four in there because it was starting to hurt. When I switch off and started to suck off Eric again, Rob fingered my asshole, not the most enjoyable thing at the time but I had my mouth full and I very well couldn't tell him to stop. So I dealt with it. After a while Rob just got up and Sat across from us and watched. I think he fell asleep. It was taking Eric so long to cum that he fucked me from behind until he had to cum then I swallowed it. After that I got dressed and went home. Two days later Rob left and went back to where he was from. I saw Eric a few more time with different friends of his. They all loved what I could do with my tongue ring. But now it is only a memory. First Orgasm I was 19 years old, I had a few boyfriends at this age and I never experienced anything like what I am going to tell you. One night I was with my cousin's best friend he was 32 a lot older then me my first older man that I had. Well, he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride in his plane he had. I was so excited and scared at the same time. I hate being so high above ground. Well, anyway I agreed, so we went to the airport and he opened the storage garage and he helped me in the plane, I was so nervous at that moment but I got in. He started the plane and next thing I know we were moving. He could sense I was nervous cause he put his hand on my leg and told me that everything will be Ok trust me he said and I looked deep in to his eyes and said Ok. As we went into the air he asked me. "Ok where you want to go" I said hmm you decide and he said Ok. We were in the air when I noticed him looking at me. I never thought he would cause we were just friends. Well, I kept feeling the turbulence as the plane rocked a little and it made me uneasy as he saw this. He placed his hand on my leg and started to caress me. It felt so good my body started to tingle. As he kept doing this, my eyes were shut. I could feel my pussy getting wet from his touch. His hands were so soft and inviting. I kept my eyes closed for a little longer as I could feel him getting higher. I had on my skirt and thank god I didn't wear stockings, as his hands went under my skirt I could feel him touching me. "He put the plane on autopilot for this" as I separated my legs open more, I could feel him rubbing me more. My panties are getting so wet. I let out a soft moan as he continues. He slipped my panties to the side and started to caress my pussy. Rubbing my hard erect clit up and down more and more as I got wet. He then stopped and said, "Look at me" as I looked, he put his fingers in his mouth and said "Mmm" baby you taste so good. I was so amazed. He took autopilot off and said we are going back and I am taking you to my place. I want to make love to u like no one ever had. I was like "Oh my" but then again I was like "hmm" that is what they all said cause I had sex before it was like wham bam thank you kind of thing, so I thought this will be like it too. Well as he turned the plane around we got back to where we first was and he landed as we reached the garage. He pulled the plane in and turned it off. He looked at me and came closer for he started kissing me separating my lips with his tongue he kissed me hard and deep. "I was in heaven" I kissed him back and started to caress him moving my hands up and down his back. I felt his hands reach my breast's as he gently touched them. I could feel my body quiver from his touch and then he stopped I was like "Oh No" not again. He said, come on baby lets go and he helped me out of the plane and took me to his car. He opened the door and let me climb inside. He then came over to the other side and got in. Again he grabs me and put his hands on my face. He kissed me hard with his tongue probing in and out of my mouth. I could feel how soaked my pussy is getting and so needing as we kissed. I could feel how excited he was. My hands were place on his hard cock and I started to caress him even though he had jeans on. He was so hard. More and more it was getting interesting for his hands went under my shirt feeling my breast's as my nipples were getting hard from his touch. I let out a soft moan and then he stopped again. I was getting kind of frustrated at this point I wanted to fuck him right then and there but he wanted to go to his place. He drove as his hand caressed my leg. To keep me excited. We finally reached his house. Getting out of the car, we walked to his house. Leading me to the door and letting me in. I looked around his house. He took his coat off and he grabs me and pulled me closer. He looked deep in my eyes and said "Are u ready for me" as I tried to speak he came down and kissed me hard. Ok I was almost on the floor with his kiss. I was feeling all shaky and so weak at his kiss. I could feel him lifting my shirt off my hands reaching up in the air. He slipped it off. I then began to help him out of his shirt. As he undone my bra. My nipples were fully erect. His hand started to caress them as he kissed me. He then picked me up and led me to the bedroom. He put me down and started to take his jeans off. I slipped out of my skirt. He said, "Wait" I want to take your panties off. I looked at him and said; "Ok" I saw his hard cock come out of his jeans. I started getting excited. I started breath heavier. His hands started moving along side of my thighs. My panties started to fall down. I step out of them. He told me to sit on the edge of the bed as I did he kneeled down and took his hands and separated my legs. My pussy all wet and open I could feel the light air touching me. He began to lower his face down. He started to lick me slowly as his tongue traced the outside of my pussy lips "Mmm" this felt so good, his tongue then began to move on my clit "Mmm" I moaned as he continued. My clit so erect he said, "Baby u are so wet and I can taste your sweet juices," I didn't say anything, I wanted him to continue. I was in heaven for this man knows how to eat pussy very well, as he kept going I could feel his tongue around my love hole for he stuck it in real quick. In and out he moved it, going so slowly. Spreading my legs wider and leaning back with legs up a little he continued. I started moaning louder and saying "yes" baby lick me... "Oh yes"" I started to cum, I moaned louder as I filled his mouth with my pussy juice. He looked up at me with a smile. My legs were all weak and shaky. He then said to me "I am not done yet" I was like "Oh My God". He came up to me kissed me and I could taste my juices on his lips and I liked it. I reach down and took his cock. I started stroking it up and down "Mmm" his pre cum was cumin out of his head. I then began to rub it all over his hard shaft. I looked at him he had his eyes closed I went down and took my tongue and traced it around the head of his cock, flickering it with my tongue. I started to suck him "only his head though" Harder and harder I suck him good. Taking my hand, I started to tug at his balls. Then I guided his cock in more. Started to suck him harder and faster. My tongue moving up and down on his shaft. I started to suck him. He started to pull away and said "Ok baby enough" I want to please u more,". I look at him amazed. I then said, "Ok" He leaned me over and slid me over to the middle of the bed. I laid on my back as he came over closer. He then started sucking on my nipples. His tongue moving all around my nipples as my body began feeling all hot again. His hand started to move to my pussy. I was still all wet. He started to rub me again; he then put a finger in me. He started to finger fuck me hard then faster. He moved in and out, his fingers all nice and wet and sticky. It felt so good then another finger went in and another my pussy juice cumin out more and more I could hear it as he finger me. I then let out a loud moan. I began to feel myself started to cum. Now this is twice he made me cum as my body lets go. Cum is all down his fingers. Running down my pussy he continues to please me. He went down and started to lick me taking all my juices with his tongue. He then separated my legs. He opened them as wide as he could get them to go. Holding then there with his hands. He started to eat my pussy again. I could feel his mouth sucking on my clit. I tried to move my legs but couldn't. He kept going, I could feel his tongue flickering my clit faster and faster. He then started to tongue fuck me in and out. He moved faster and faster I could feel my body start to shake. I felt so different this time. Nothing like before and never experienced this feeling even as he held my legs down harder he said, "Baby don't fight me", I started to shake more. Moaning getting louder. He said, "Oh yes baby! Cum on baby." Trying to let myself go. He started to lick me faster. Sucking on my clit more and more. Louder I moaned "Oh My God" I was so loud as I started to cum hard. I can hear his tongue lapping my juices up. Louder I screamed and my body started shaking harder and then tears coming down my face. He released my legs with his hands I couldn't move. He then came up to me and said, "I have never in my life seen a lady that came so much like u have" He then leaned down toward my lips and kissed me. I looked deep in his eyes. I started to caress him. I got up and laid him down and climbed on top of him guiding his cock in my pussy. I started to ride him slow. My pussy rubbing on his cock slowly cause he was not too hard yet. Moving up and down now. I started to pick up the pace harder his cock grew inside me. His hands caressed my breasts as I started to fuck him harder and faster. Up and down I move again. He started to sweat as I started to sweat. My wet pussy gliding on his hard cock as my legs moved in closer to his thighs making my pussy tighter for him. Fucking him nice and good. He then pulled me off and said, "Suck me baby" "Make me cum in your mouth" I took his cock in my mouth. I started to suck him hard and fast. Deeper I went in taking his cock "Mmm" he tasted so good and so did my pussy juice on his cock. He started to moan and I can feel him ready to cum. He started to release himself. I could feel his cum going down my throat. Going down nice and smooth. I made sure I got it all. I wanted to make sure I milked him dry. He lifted my face and kissed me hard as his hands went down my breast. He then started again caressing me. I was so tired and exhausted I didn't want to go another round but he continued to do so and let's say. I came again and again and we ended up getting to sleep at 5am and I will never forget. This was the first time I experienced an orgasm and the first time I had a man that pleased me the whole night and not worry about himself. First Orgasm I had been dating Tony for a few months. I was only 19 and he was 28. We lived next door to each other. Well, more specifically he moved in next door to the place I grew up. He was a very sexual and sensual man, whom I had many 'firsts' with. This is my favorite. Tony got paid every week on Thursday, so for a few months he got into the habit of bringing home a little payday cocaine and we would party together. This being one of the indulgences I allowed myself at that age. Every time we got wired, Tony got even more sexual than usual. To be specific, he loved to lick my pussy. He's the first man who performed oral sex on me who really knew what he was doing. And I always enjoyed it immensely when he went down on me. This particular Thursday was really something. He was all over me within minutes of my arrival at his place. He kissed me so passionately, his tongue moving quickly and intently in my mouth. We were making out on his couch for a few minutes, then he stood up in front of me. He tore my pants off so fast, I didn't even have a chance to realize what was happening. Not that I would have minded had I realized. He knelt down on the carpet there in front me and spread my legs. "Wait..." I began to mumble, but instantly lost myself in the dreamy feeling that began to overtake my senses. He touched me briefly with his fingers, rubbing the slick place between my lips. Then he moved in closer with his face. He stuck out his tongue and began to lap at my pussy. He forced his tongue deep into me, then began an amazing rhythm of clit licking. Tony pushed my legs farther apart and rested his shoulder against my right thigh. He kept looking up at me, to watch the pleasure that showed on my face. He smiled up at me then darted his tongue over my clit again and again. He reached his hand up and ran it along my inner thigh. He slowly and intently let his fingers make their way to my dripping wet pussy. He slipped his forefinger into my hole, sliding it in and out. He spread my lips and continued to lick me like I had never been licked before. My whole body sunk deeper into the couch, as my legs relaxed and fell further apart. My head rested against the back of the sofa and my eyes closed, as I was taken higher and higher with these intense feelings of ultimate pleasure. Tony continued to lick me as I began to moan a bit louder. "I could lick you all night," he said with such enthusiasm it sent shivers up my spine. His hands on me, his tongue working furiously at my clit, my mind floating off further and further with each moment of pleasure, was the combination of things that brought me over the edge. My mind began to forget that the entire world even existed and the feelings that were taking place in my loins were feelings I had never really felt before. It was beyond what I had even imagined. I began to realize at that moment that I had never really orgasmed before. I mean really orgasmed; true pussy throbbing, mind blowing, blood rushing orgasm. The feelings of intensity continued to grow and my mind didn't know what to make of it. Was it the blow? Or was it simply the fact that I was right there on the verge of the big O? He continued to lick and flick his tongue over my clit. "The man in the boat is standing up now. That feels really good, huh?" he knowingly asked. I barely heard his words, as my mind was slipping in and out of reality. This was the best feeling I had ever felt. And then it happened. I let my mind go completely blank and didn't allow myself to think of anything but the pure ecstasy that I had begun to experience. Tony continued to work my clit masterfully, licking and lapping, pushing at my clit with his warm wet tongue. The feeling, although I knew was being generated in my loins, seemed to start at my toes and race up through my whole body all the way to the top of my head. My pussy muscles began to contract and then all the muscles in my body began to tighten. I was moving my hips in unison with the awesome feeling I was experiencing, and my entire body began to shake and quiver. My pussy continued to throb uncontrollably as my body continued to shake. My mind was in a place of pure pleasure. I could barely comprehend what was happening because, for one thing, I had never really cum before. Not like that. Not true orgasm with the throbbing and the shaking and the intensity that made my mind slip to another reality. I basked in the glory of pure pleasure and ecstasy and knew at that point how wonderful sex could really be. All along I thought I had understood how good it felt to share intimacy with another, but at that moment I realized how much I had been missing out on. Tony brought me to the next level. He brought me to intense orgasm with his mouth. After it was over, I continued to lay sprawled out on the couch, my head back, my mouth hanging open, my legs spread. I felt so good, I think at that very moment I fell in love with him. I figured a man who could bring me such intense pleasure had to be worthy of my love. Not to mention the fact that I wanted to repeat this new exotic feeling on a regular basis. It was like opening Pandora's box. I was set free and wanted to orgasm all the time. Tony looked at me and smiled. "You really liked that, huh? You were shaking like a squirrel on the side of the road who just got hit by a car." I didn't much care for the analogy, but it was true. My whole body had shaken uncontrollably from the orgasm he gave me. It really was the best feeling I had ever experienced. First Orgasm My uncle and I enter the hotel room. All is quiet except for the noises of our feet. I walk to the bed and begin undressing, smiling to myself as I think about seeing him nude again. He turns on the TV, for he needs the noise at all times. When he looks at me, struggling with my bra, I lick my lips and gaze at him hungrily. Then I lower my gaze to the center of his shorts and again lick my lips. Man, I want to suck it, I think. After dropping my shirt and bra on the floor, I struggle with my jeans. As Uncle Mike knows, I don't wear underwear, so he isn't shocked when my jeans expose my bare pussy. God, I want his mouth down there...but I say nothing, just touch his genitals when he sits on the bed next to me. I start moaning when I feel his cock growing hard for me. "Oh, god," I whisper, aching to feel him inside of me. Kissing his mouth, I start unbuttoning his shorts, feeling so aroused by his hard on. And when I pull them off him, my hands find his balls. My fetish is balls. I love the smell and feel of them, especially his, so I just sit there, rubbing those sexy things and yearning to mount him. My eyes land on the couch in the room. "Let's have sex there," I point, trying out my aggressive side. "I want to ride you," I grin. His fingers are on my nipples as he glances at the couch. With his shirt still on, he walks to the couch, which is only a short distance away. I straddle him and help him get his shirt off before lowering my mouth to quickly place it on his cock to get it moist for entrance, but I like it so much that I stay down a little longer than I intended, sucking and moving my mouth up and down while lapping at it with my tongue and moaning excitedly. My hands are on his thighs...my pussy yearning to be filled. Finally, I break away with one last, strong suckle. Straightening my back, I slip my pussy down on his rock-hard erection. From the position I am in, it is a little difficult to move, but I wiggle up and down, trying to satisfy his lever. "God, your cock is so sexy, Michael," I tell my uncle, moaning in his ear. So hard... I fiddle around for a location for my knees that will make the lifting and lowering easier. My legs shift back and forward as I keep moving on his dick. Leaning forward so that my hands are above his shoulders, I find a decent position and smother his mouth with kisses before my outer leg slips off the couch. Then I use the fallen leg to ride his cock and find that this is the perfect point for me to move smoothly up and down. It feels so good that it makes up for every second my pussy felt slightly awkward. Up, down, up, down. I'm riding him like he is a racehorse and I am his jockey trying desperately to win. Oh god...feels so good...oh, yeah, such a effortless ride now. I don't tell him how much I hated riding other guys' cocks before because it always felt like I was "doing it wrong" even if they seemed to like it. But right now, mounted on him, it feels so perfect that it almost blows me away. And all this time, I thought the only sexual riding I'd ever enjoy would be humping my bed. Apparently, I was wrong, so wrong. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised. Sex has never felt more right as it does with him; he turns me on more than any other guy ever has...and at the moment, I have his pulsating cock right in my wet little pussy. It is all I can do not to coat his mouth and neck with kisses as my pussy smiles and shoots feelings of ecstasy to my brain. "Oh, baby, stop. I'm going to cum," he groans. I feel wetness surge out of my pussy and onto our thighs hearing him say that. I yearn to go faster on my mount and ride him roughly until hot cum mixes with my pussy juice. I want to nibble lightly on his neck as I practically reach my climax at the same time as he does. God, nothing's sexier than hearing him inform me that he is on the verge of cumming in me, especially when my body is adjusting to his...the more we have sex, the better it feels for me, and the higher my sex drive for him gets every time he penetrates me. Instead of giving in to my urges to let him cum in my tight hole (though I know it's too late in my menstrual cycle, the last thing I want to do is scare him into thinking I might get pregnant and then never having him touch me again because he is mad at me), I stifle the yearnings to keep going, keep feeling this high dose of pleasure making my brain nearly numb to all else, and I slacken my speed with great difficulty. Staring at his gorgeous face, I smile to myself, wondering how I got so lucky that I'm doing him, my uncle, the guy I've always wanted. Shit. The best guy in the world is mine to molest as I wish, for now anyway. He has no idea how sexy he is, none at all... "Damn, baby," and he rolls on top of me with his cock still nestled deep in my tight little pussy. Once on top, he gives it to me so hard and fast that I feel my orgasm coming on strong and quick as a hurricane two minutes away. "Oh god!" I scream. Harder, faster. "Oh, Michael!" "Selena!" he moans, giving my ears a little present. "Oh, SELENA!" As I cum, he pulls out and flops on my belly, the hot liquid coating my belly as it is released. Oh, god He has no idea how much this is turning me on... "Oh, shit," I groan when I get my voice back. "That was so sexy." Too sexy to talk much about because I'd probably use words that aren't strong enough. But, honestly, is there really any word that can describe how perfectly pleasurable that was for me? Ecstasy, my mind whispers. Or euphoria. But I doubt even those can do. Only him walking in my shoes would help him know how great it was for me. I want it over and over again. I bet he can do it to me every day until I die, and I'd never get bored of him, never be able to wish I were elsewhere during our sexual activity. God, the curse of being too sexual. It worries me sometimes. But all the same, I am who I am: a girl who wants his cock. Technically, I was laying off sex for a while, so he is what is making me get super sexual and craving sex again. Still on top of me with his freakin' sexy cum and cock between us, I kiss his cheek and feel him bury his fingers in my wetness. "I felt you cum," he says, almost smiling. (God how I love his smile.) "Told you you would make me one day." I grin, remembering that I didn't manage to do it the five previous times we have fucked to date. Kissing his lips, I moan, "Thanks for being patient with me—oh god," I groan as he slides off my belly, wipes us off, and lowers his mouth to taste me, his tongue coating my clit with light moistness.. "Oh, please, Michael," I breathe, wanting more, wanting to lose all sense of time as I mount him again. Gazing up at me with his mouth still down there, he begins sucking my clit so hard that I forget I'm supposed to be worn-out. "Michael!" I plead, feeling my hole throb as he continues to harass my clit. Then, all of a sudden, his mouth lowers to the hole aching for him. His tongue lightly coats the brim of my hole before dipping quickly to my ass. Just a murmur is all I need for my pussy to scream for him. (My pussy is so bad, being teased by this move; I never told him how much it made my pussy throb to watch a girl get fucked in the ass on porn...my girl is kinky like that.) Then he lifts his mouth to my thighs, kissing and suckling them as if they are turning him on, tickling me with his light stubble (and turning me on at the same time). He glances up at me before giving my pussy the slip of the tongue, caressing her lovingly but not penetrating, licking all over, looking, from my position, like he cannot stop making love to her with his mouth and like he doesn't want to quit even if he could. I don't realize I am placing my legs on his shoulders and trying to pull him closer to my pussy with my ankles. All I can focus on is how damned much I want something inside of me. "Please!" I gasp accidentally, thinking too hard about what I want him to do and noticing, as I smile sheepishly, that my nipples are hard. Though it's nicer when he's feeling on them, I try to let him do that himself. In midst of nosing and nibbling on my happy clit, he asks, "Please what?" My cheeks heating slightly but cunt so hungry for him that it is a strain not to hump his face, I answer, "Fuck me. With your tongue at least." It is a bit scary to avoid adding the words, "If you want," but he said something that made it sound as if he enjoys women who are demanding in bed. His tongue slips slowly into my tight little hole, torturing and frenching it. "You taste good," he groans, making my head go in the clouds. Flipping him over, I press my sweet little pussy against his stubbled cheek and start humping his face as if I'm in some silly sex marathon and need the fastest speed. My moans fill the room. "Oh. Oh god. Michael, Michael, Mich—" He says, "Look what I got, baby," and he is holding his hardened cock in his fist. I sit up and drip a puddle on his cheek before sliding off it. With my upper body in midair, my eyes flick to his cheek for a second so that I can see my essence glistening on it. A smile curves on my lips as he reaches up and kisses my right breast. When he stops, I lick my stuff off his face before I lie back and wait for him to give it to me. He pops it in my slippery mound without hands, and I release a loud moan when I feel it pricking inside of me. Clutching his dick with my pussy, I utter, "God, you're so hard! Oh, damn!" My mouth reaches for his lips, and he dives down to meet them, his thrusting speed casual but gradually going faster with each plunge. Every time he shoves it in me (the best half of the moving inside of me), I say his name, sounding like this, "Michael, Michael, Michael!" my voice high and indicating my strong pleasure waves. "You're so wet," he grunts, making me grin as I deeply kiss his neck. "It's your fault. I fully blame you. You're so SEXY!" I gasp as he dives hard and fast. I'm losing it. I loved having sex with him before, but now that my body is getting used to his, I'm like Santa Claus on Prozac getting laid at Disneyland. I can't get enough of him... I quiver beneath him, begging him for more, just a little more, oh, come on. Every thrust is a world of utter bliss. I'm high. Don't need drugs. Just need him. I've made a sticky mess all over his balls. With a smile, I say, "Doggie, now!" even though it still feels so good, even though I still haven't cum again yet. He flips me over. On all fours, I stick my ass high in the air. He slams his loaded pistol right in me, and I feel his sticky balls slapping sexily against my aching clit. Squeezing his cock, I moan, arching my clit to meet his balls with each stroke. "Fuck it!" I gasp, my second orgasm with him looming in the distance. If he pays heed to my clit and keeps smacking it roughly with his balls, I may even squirt. "Michael! Michael! Oh, MICHAEL!" Wanting to nibble his neck, I place my hand in my mouth and gently sink my teeth in my flesh, pretending it is his delicious neck. I want him to moan in my ear. I want him to talk to me in that deep, sexy, and hard tone of his that he used once to tell me what he was thinking, how he wanted me in bed, sounding so turned on, as if he couldn't think about anything but me doing sexual stuff to him. Remembering how he sounded, my pussy grasps him automatically as I meet him stroke for stroke. He stops and allows me to choose the tempo he receives. Groaning, I push myself down on him and slide my hand between his legs, trying to rub his balls against my clit, but it isn't as good as when they are slamming hard out of nowhere. I ride his cock like this for ten seconds before stopping with his lever still halfway inside of me. "Fuck me," I breathe. "Fuck me HARD. Fuck me FAST. Fuck me like you've never fucked before." The speed he gives me is exactly what I asked for. The first time we did it, I asked him to fuck me like this, fuck me like I turned him on and all he wanted was my pussy (though I felt if I said that again, he might not like it), and I really wasn't ready for it. But now that my body is warmly welcoming him, it feels so good and perfect. Just what I want. Without it being this fast, my ache for him will never cease and I'll just go home later, wanting more of him and feeling physically tortured. Then again, I'm probably still going to yearn ceaselessly for his erection to fill me up no matter how often he gives it to me tonight. Damn... I grab my left nipple in my mouth while he pushes deep inside of me, groaning. My clit is quite enjoying this...he lifts his hands off the bed and grabs my nipples as he continues at his harsh speed. I was a rusty nail, but now I'm oiled well and working without all the kinks and squeaks, and, god, it is so good... My clit, having been satisfied, squirts all over his balls. "Damn," I mutter, my nipples responding beautifully to his touch as I think about how it (hopefully) turned him on to feel me cum on his cock again. Lowering his mouth to my ear, he whispers, "I will make you cum by licking your pussy one day." I grin, glad he still likes that idea. Of course, I highly doubt it will be today, as I've cum for him twice already. Not to mention, I've never cum from oral before, but I want to...for him...in his mouth...then feeling him penetrate me immediately afterwards...itis a priceless thought. He lifts me in the air a bit, and I turn to face him. With our upper bodies upright, he keeps on pushing in and out of me. God... Grabbing my back, he lowers me to the bed, giving it to me slow but so HARD that it makes up for his low speed. Once again, I am breathing his name every time he pushes in. His mouth lowers to my right nipple, and he sucks it as he pounds in me. "Oh, Michael...MICHAEL!" His strong hands grab my hips, and he pulls me to the edge of the bed, where his speed increases with the lack of restraint. So many ideas bombard my mind...us trying this doggie style...me riding him on a chair...us doing it on the beach and in a pool...I shudder. He looks at me with his fingers still rubbing my nipples roughly...just as he likes me being rough with his dick, I love roughness on my nipples so long no biting or nails are involved in it. It makes my pussy feel even better, ache for him even with him inside of me...my legs wrap around his waist and follow his cock in the direction it is going in. "Oh! Oh! Oh, baby! Selena!" There it is...that freakin' sexy tone he uses when he is on the verge of cumming. My lips part in pleasure as he arouses my senses, reminding me how horny that tone makes me. He pulls his cock out, jerks it to its orgasm, and squirts all over my belly again, this time from a standing point, handing me a towel immediately afterwards. God, he is so sexy when he cums! And knowing how sensitive his cock gets afterwards...though I am wary of hurting it at such a time, hearing him tell me how hypersensitive it is (or just thinking about it) makes me so aroused. Thinking about how his cock is feeling (when it is a good feeling) is probably the most stimulating part for me when we fuck. As he flops on the bed, I smile at him and bury my mouth in his chest. He flips the channel to a porn station and lies back as I wet my lips and continue kissing his sexy chest...god. My sex god...I lift my mouth to his neck and cheek, trying to avoid blocking his line of vision. My hands caress the body I adore so much, and I sigh softly, happily I'm the luckiest girl ever... My nipples erect from my admiring thoughts of him, I lower my hand down to his balls and rub them, thinking about sucking them, but instead, I continue to kiss his neck and cheek, my kisses growing deeper the longer I feel on his sexy BIG balls. "Oh, Michael!" I breathe without thinking, my hand brushing his limp boy. Shit, it's even sexy when it's not up, but I leave it alone because he already came for me twice. Moving down to nearly the foot of the bed, I sniff his balls. Mm...my tongue flicks out. Oh, god. I wish there was a way to save scents. His balls smell so damn good. The only guy whose balls I inhaled...and wow, I doubt anyone could compare to him. My nose takes in the aroma, and I moan softly as my pussy whispers that she wants more penetration. Ignoring her, I put my mouth on his balls, look up at him, and suck hard, licking on the lower bit of my boys. I smile to myself, feeling proud to own his dick and be the woman whose boobs belong to him...Michael's girls. I retreat my mouth a little bit before sucking again, harder. Releasing them again, I lick them all over and even offer a gentle lick to "my" cock before attempting, once again, to give one of his thighs a hickey. My mouth takes it in and sucks on it as I hope that he likes it. Shit. He is so manly...oh, god... Smiling to myself, I wish he could mark my neck but know he can't. Not unless I find a turtleneck in my closet, hah. Though it would be no fun to have his mark and have to hide it from everyone... Forgetting my resolve to be demanding and after being a vacuum cleaner on his thigh for two minutes, I ask, "Um, can we do tea bagging?" "Yeah..." he answers, his eyes still on the screen. I lie down, and he turns to face me, throwing a leg over my mouth and dangling his sexy balls over my face. I lift my mouth and vary between licking and sucking, my hands grabbing his hips without thinking. At one point, my tongue flicks over his dead cock, and as I take it in my mouth for a small sucking, I wonder if it feels good for him even though it isn't up...I hope it does because I can't resist it. God, it's his main male part...oh god... In midst of sucking his balls, he gets off me. Every move he makes arouses me, even if only slightly. I figure he pulled off because he was tired, and I throw my arms around him as I feel my sexual drive start to settle down a bit, sleep slipping into my brain. Placing my head on his chest, I dose off, hoping that he knows if he wants it, all he has to do is wake me up...anything for the best guy in the world. A bright smile rests on my lips at my final thoughts before I fall into a semi-deep sleep. First Orgasm A girl never forgets her first orgasm. The discovery, the exploration, the exhilaration, followed by that small amount of guilt at what we've done. For a girl is conditioned to think her own sexual pleasure is naughty and unnatural. Or at least that is how it was for Kira. In a Christian household female sexual desire is considered dirty. She grew up watching sex on t.v, reading about sex in books, overhearing sex in adult conversations became an insatiable hobby. As innocent as she was, she could not stop herself from watching all different types of bodies come together in heated passion, tenderness, anger, greed, and force. It became her dirty little secret, late at night, in her living room under cover of a blanket with the volume down low. Then one day Kire met Emma in her last year of high school. Emma was the wild and crazy to her meek and shy. She'd had been sitting at her desk drawing a picture of a naked woman when Emma first approached her. "That's beautiful." She'd said. Kira hadn't been aware anyone had been behind her and able to see. So she jumped. Emma smiled. " I'm Emma. Your Kira right? Do you wanna hang out sometime? Maybe come to my house tonight?" She thought of the compliment on her drawing and "Sure" escaped her lips. Emma was average height for a girl her age, gangly, skinny, with wavy light blond hair, big blue eyes and small but perfectly shaped breasts. Topped off with a wide mischievous smile. She made my brown hair, brown eyes, average build, large breasts and thoroughly plain face seem awkward. We hung out and talked in a way most normal teens would. It being a weekend she asked me to spend the night and Kira happily agreed. After her parents had fallen asleep they set themselves up in her living room lying beside each other under some blankets and in front of the television. She held the remote and stopped on one of the pornographic channels. Typing in the parental code and on the screen popped a big breasted blond woman being fucked by two men. "It's ridiculous, i know. I'll be 18 soon and they still think i don't know the code." Emma made an exasperated sigh of annoyance. There was one attractive man with a smaller penis and and less attractive one with a giant penis. The first one thrust himself into her vagina from beneath her while the other mounted her from behind and pushed himself into her asshole. She was moaning in from what could have been pain or pleasure. Emma turned to me. "So do you ever watch porn?" Kira tore her eyes away from the screen reluctantly then a blush crept up her cheeks. "Ya. Whenever I get the chance. Is that weird?" "I don't think so. I think it's..." She paused trying to think of an appropriate word. "funny." The woman on the screen began to scream "Yeah, yeah. Fuck that asshole. Fuck me harder!" Their gazes immediately snapped back to the screen and they continued watching. They continued their late night porn slumber parties almost every weekend. Together they learned the way and terms of the sexual world. Never doing anything about it. Before they turned 18 masturbation wasn't something they were ready to allow themselves to think about. As natural as it seemed to them, they could only think about how other people (mainly their mothers) would see it as dirty. One night shortly after they both turned 18, Emma put on a girl on girl porn. They sat crossed legged and stared at the screen intently. A blond and a brunette had begun making out and rubbing their breasts together. "I just don't get it." Kira said turning red. she tended to change the channel from the girl on girl porns, felling ashamed knowing that it turned her on just as much as man on woman porn. Though she'd had boyfriends before, she never had sex. And she knew Emma hadn't either. Both of them had very religious parents, so abstinence was an ongoing message burned into their brains. Not that they minded. They always had Their late night porn sessions for information. Emma's blond hair spun and she stared at Kira for a second and giggled. "You seriously don't?" A playful smile stretched her mischievous mouth. She pounced. Pushing Kira onto Her back and began to tickle her while mounting her. Kira looked up and tried to control her giggles. Then remembering that Emma's mother and father were away on retreat, let them out in loud bursts. Emma began to thrust against Kira like they'd seen men and women do so many times before. She pretended to moan and screamed "Yes! Kira, yes!! Oh ya fuck me! Fuck me so hard. You like that?" Kira knew it was innocent and she was just playing but couldn't help her body's reaction. It was like every part of her became ultra sensitive. Emma began to thrust harder and moan more as Kira laid back smiling at her silly outrageous friend. That's when Kira noticed something change. It was Emma's facial expression, there was surprise in her eyes. Her breathing changed, becoming heavy. Her thrusting became more rhythmic. She looked away from Kira's eyes and said "Something's happening. I.. need... I need to keep going okay..." she struggled with the sentence as if every bit of it were about come out in a pleasured yelp. The long t-shirt Kira was wearing began to ride up. Emma was also in a nightie so there was nothing between their vagina's but thin panties. Emma's fake moans had been replaced with her own soft "mmm, mmm" sounds. Kira could feel Emma's wetness through her panties as they rubbed against her own wet underwear. And suddenly Kira knew exactly what Emma meant because she had begun to feel it as well. Emma's vagina against her own sent her reeling. "Don't stop Emma. Please, just don't stop." Kira said leaning up and pressing her lips to Emma's as their tongues immediately snaked together. Kira gasped and released her lips from the kiss. She could feel her lower half get tighter and tighter. "Emma!" She half moaned, half yelled. "Yes. I know." Emma replied breathless. Thrusting her chest forward while they dry humped, Kira tried to press her breasts to Emma's. Emma roughly pushed Kira's shoulders back down and lifted her shirt above The breasts and latched her mouth onto one of the nipples. Kira was lost in ecstasy. Emma released the nipple and instead cupped the breast in her hand and caressed the nipple. Kira slid her hand under Emma's shirt returning the gesture. They looked into each others eyes and knew that this was something they'd both wanted for a very long time. Kira was first to break the gaze when she felt her muscles spasm. Tightening and releasing rapidly while her toes tingled. Gasping loudly and closing her eyes. And she herd Emma's release come shortly after. She made a soft, powerful, and perfect "oohh" sound while her body bucked slightly taking it's pleasure. Emma collapsed for a second breathing heavily into Kira's ear then rolled onto her side. "That's was amazing." Emma said. When suddenly they herd the door slam and footsteps coming up the stairs. Emma's parents must have had a fight and come home early without calling. Quickly she grabbed the nearest blanket and they covered themselves while changing the channel. "Hello girls. Why are you so out of breath?" Emma's mother eyed them suspiciously, though not quite knowing for sure why she should be. They hadn't even noticed They were still panting. The memory of their first orgasms still fresh in their minds. "Scary movie, you Frightened us when you walked in." "Oh. Sorry girls. No more t.v. though. I'm tired and don't wanna be kept up." And she headed back upstairs after turning off the light. Blissfully unaware that her 18 year old daughter had just finished having lesbian sex right underneath a large crucifix and statue of the virgin mary holding baby jesus. Turning over and closing her eyes Kira suddenly felt Emma's arm reach around and cup her breast once again. "Goodnight." She whispered close to Kira's ear making her shiver. "Goodnight." Kira replied. Ready to dream. She didn't know what this meant for their relationship. Or how they would react to each other in the morning. And she didn't care. The experience had been perfect. And besides, their weekly Slumber parties just got a lot more interesting. First Orgasm For Cousin My name is Rohit my friends call me Adi 23 year old guy from the beautiful city of Delhi. I mean it all so natural but again it creates that thrill cause its usually about exploring our inner desires with someone . This story is about my very beautiful cousin Tanya aged 18. She is a babe with lots of attitude and the body any guy would give his right hand for. She is 18 and her vital stats are 34C-28-35, she has all the curves at the right place. She is fair and looks pretty sexy when she wears those figure hugging clothes. Her breasts are round and huge yet very firm. Her ass is enormous, anyone would be tempted to grab them from behind or just brush his body with them. The guys simply cant stop drooling at her in restaurants, on road or anywhere cause she is such stunning beauty. She is particularly very close to me as I am to her. we had discussed almost everything my first crush to my new girlfriend, her period dates to her new wired bra which was so uncomfortable for her. We were like the best of buddies but again she was my little cousin and I was her Big B. The thought of sex between us was simply ridiculous after all she was my little sister. One day masi and masaji had to go out of town for some wedding and masi simply called me up as usual to pick Tans from the school as she had already packed her clothes and sent to our place. Masi had already had a talk with mom about Tans staying at our place for the week. As I reached at her school ( A very famous convent school. ) she was quite surprised to see me and was so thrilled that she introduced me to her half a dozen friends. I told her about her parents, who had already left for the wedding and that she would be staying with us for the week. She almost shrieked with joy and asked me to treat her to ice cream before reaching home. I looked at her and told her that she was quite grown up now and ice creams and stuff are for the kids. She said nothing and just sat as if she was in some deep thought. I thought that she was upset cause I said NO for the treat. We reached home as my mom was already waiting for us to get back home. She had her food and went straight up to her room ( she always used to occupy the room next to mine on the first floor of our bungalow ) as we often used to talk late at nights or watch movies in my room. My mom inquired with me as to why she was upset and I told her about my refusing the treat. My mom scolded me for doing that and asked me to take her out right away for the ice cream. As I came up to her room which was not locked and I entered I saw her looking at herself in the mirror. She was not aware that I was standing at the door. She was closely examining her young curvaceous body. Her hands were moving from her neck downwards as they came upon her breasts she put one hand inside her school uniform and was adjusting the position of her breast as they would look prominent even with the clothes. I was just stunned to see my lil cousin discovering and admiring her own beautiful body in such an innocent way. I tapped on the door to get her attention and she simply turned and asked me Bhaiyya did you really mean it when you said I have grown up? I was taken aback to hear that and understood why she was in those deep thoughts. That night she had worn shorts and sleeveless Tee-Shirt and I was in my boxers and Tee-Shirt, as we were sitting in my room watching the TV, everyone in the house were already asleep. It was around 11:30, she was acting different, she was also stealing glances at me and I asked her if she was comfortable. She said nothing and I turned towards her and taking her face in my hands I asked What's the matter Tans what's disturbing you? She said Bhaiyya I have never felt like this before for you but when you said I have grown up I want to be like a grown up with you. I was not able to understand what she meant and she suddenly removed my hands from her face and placed them on her breasts. She was wearing a sports bra inside that I could make out from outside the thin T-Shirt she was wearing. My hands were like glued there for a minute when I suddenly realized what was happening and immediately tried to take my hands off her soft fleshy bosoms. I saw her expressions and she was not at all sorry or maybe she didn't understand what she had done. I didn't say a word to her and after fifteen minutes of eye to eye contact with her, I asked her to go to her room. She got up kissed me on my lips goodnight and went away. The world was revolving inside my head, suddenly my lil sister had vanished from my thoughts instead there stood a dream babe who every guy in the town would have thought to fuck every single day. That night I didn't sleep well and woke up at around 11:00 in the morning. As I went downstairs for my cup of tea I was surprised to find no one. Only our maid Neeta was home. She informed me that that mom and dad had gone out for some work and would return in the evening. I had my tea and had my bath at 1:00 PM Tans came back from school. I told her that I would be staying home the whole day as mom and dad were out and would return in the evening. There was a sly smile on her face which she controlled abruptly and went to her room to change. At 1:30 Neeta went to the servants quarter for her bath and her personal chores and she usually came back at 3:30. This left me and Tans alone in the house. Suddenly Tans came down in her bathing robe and standing straight in front of me dropped her gown to the floor. She knew about Neetas routine and she even knew we were alone at home. She was looking heavenly, a naked angel simply divine. Her beautiful breasts were cupped in black bra and she was wearing a beautiful panty below. This time I didn't steal my eyes from her body and looked at her from her eyes to her toes. She was enjoying every movement my eyes made over her semi nude body and her face would give out a sly smile whenever my eyes stopped to glare at her beautiful valley and voluptuous breasts. She suddenly broke up the silence and said Bhaiyya I have really grown up na? I moved towards her and she stood right there wanting me to grab her and push her on the large sofa. I slowly moved my hands over her breasts and asked her if she had done anything like this before. She replied in negative and told me that I was always the only guy in her life and she had never paid attention to any of the glares and glances the other guys gave her. I was speechless to hear this from my sweet cousin who was untouched and a complete virgin and whos beauty was worth dying a thousand times for. She told me she has never even had an orgasm as she had always controlled her emotions and desires for this day to the extent she had not even fingered her pussy. I was more then surprised to see the Love and commitment this girl had for her first crush (ME). I told her to relax and I asked her to come up to my room. She quietly followed me. I decided there and then to give my cousin complete satisfaction on her first sexual encounter. I removed her bath robe slowly and threw it aside as I laid her on my bed like a small doll. She was just in her black bra and black panties. As I looked over her fair body again and again she was shivering with desire. Her eyes were softly closed and she was watching me through those intoxicating eyes. I place my hands on her neck and started exploring her body. With every move she was letting out sweet moans and especially that shiver along with the moan when I pressed her waists with both my hands. I slowly moved my hands on her breasts and started to press them over her bra, I slowly removed one strap from her shoulder and brought my face close to her cleavage where my breath touched her soft smooth breasts and my lips almost brushed her half covered nipples. I was excited to see her nipples which were almost pink and were so damn erect. As I lowered her second strap and pulled them down her beautiful breasts were right in front with nipples as good as cherrys waiting to be sucked. I moved my lips over them and slowly took one of the breasts in my mouth, it felt as if I was devouring strawberries dipped in fresh cream. The expression on her face was getting hotter by the minute. I circled her nipples with my tongue and took that extra caution of not hurting her soft breasts with my teeth. She was now moaning and breathing too heavily. I quietly slid my hands inside her panties and walla they were dipping wet with her love juices. I slowly slid my index finger inside her tunnel of love by parting her vaginal lips apart. She was getting too hot she was not able to hold herself any longer she threw open her panties and was now completely nude below. Wow she had a considerable amount of cubic hair which had grown only above her vagina in its dense form and became thin as it reached her vagina. Her juices were flowing like a small stream and she was on her height of excitement. I again pushed my finger inside her cunt and digged deep inside. She guided my hands to a special spot which made her scream in pleasure when I touched. Suddenly I stopped and still she was moving her body like a maniac. She had lost her control and was just about to cum but I suddenly said something to her and changed her mood which slowed her down. I made her spread her legs and put my face in between her legs she grabbed my hair as I pushed my tongue inside her pussy. I grabbed both her breasts and slowly licreased the velocity and intensity of licking her sweet pussy. Her juices were now unstoppable and she was moaning too loudly. Her body was shaking and then suddenly I pressed her breasts a bit harder and pushed mu tounge to that special spot in her cunt that she almost shrieked with ecstasy for the next 45 seconds. She had an orgasm infact a multiple orgasm which she was not able to control for almost 45 seconds. She hugged me tight all the while and as she got over her first orgasm I kissed her and went outside. I left my beautiful sister to herself as she discovered the first pleasure of her womanhood and the first orgasm of her life. Also it was time for Neeta to return. We had many more encounters after that which I promise to share in my forthcoming series. I hope you guys would excuse me and suggest me if I have wronged somewhere in describing this experience. First Orgasm With "Daddy" Do you remember the grandfather in the movie "Little Miss Sunshine?" At one point, the old man advises his grandson to "fuck a lot of girls," as if that was the secret to happiness in life. Well, when I was young, that's exactly what I did; I fucked a lot of girls. I won't claim that most of them were goddesses. Back then, I had a friend who advised me that 'you have to lower your standards if you want to lower your drawers,' and that's what I did. I had sex with ugly girls, I had sex with fat girls, I had sex with sluts, I even had sex with a cute but sorta plump cousin. I had sex with lots of girls and not all of them were losers. Some of them were cute and some were nice but not too many of them were the kind of girls that you would take home to meet your mom and dad. All that was happened when I was younger. When I got a little older, I realized that I didn't actually want to marry a slut or a chubby girl who was so desperate for a dick that she would do whatever she was told to do. You know, marriage isn't just about somebody to have sex with on a regular basis (and, yes, I know that many of the older married guys are wanting to jump in with their jokes about how sex becomes infrequent after you get married. Too bad you have that kind of marriage!) I actually wanted to have a family and I wanted to find a woman who would be a good mother to my children. So . . . I found a girl who was virtuous and upright, and eventually I married her. Sarah McKenzie was divorced and had a two year old daughter, Rachel. Sarah divorced her husband because he was unfaithful to her. I understood that; for all of my fucking around when I was younger, I never knowingly had sex with a married girl. If you wanna screw around, go for it, but don't get married . . . and don't have ex with a married girl, because you just might screw things up for her family and innocent little kids will be affected just because you wanted to have an orgasm and cum inside their momma. So, the bottom line is . . . have sex with whoever you want, just as long as you are single and your partner is, too. That's my code of ethics. Back to my marriage: Sarah was not a glamorous angel but she was fairly attractive. She had golden blonde hair that was straight and hung below her shoulders. She had lovely blue eyes and a cute little nose. Her boobs weren't big; in fact, they were small: 34B bra size, but I like small boobs. She wasn't exactly a hard body but she wasn't overweight and she was very well proportioned. There was just one problem. Sarah was virtuous. I know, I said I wanted to marry a virtuous girl, and I certainly did find what I went looking for. Holding hands and kissing were fine, and every now and then she would let me feel her boobs. On one or two occasions, I even got my hand under her dress and felt her pussy through her panties, but that's as far as I ever got before we got married. I wanted to have sex, but . . . no, they had to wait until we were married. As you might have guessed, Sarah was a churchgoer. Now, I'm not against anyone going to church, but some people get obsessed with it and it becomes like part of a mental illness with them. At times, I wondered about Sarah and whether her church activities were a bizarre obsession or just a devotion to duty. But, aside from her virtuous ways and the lack of sex during our courtship, I was very happy with her. I had no problem with taking her home to meet Mom and Dad and I knew that Sarah would be a good mother to our children. Well, anyway, she promised me that she would make me happy after we were married but she wanted to wait until she had a ring on her finger. At times, I thought she was just playing hard to get. If that was her game, it worked. I became obsessed with the notion of fucking Sarah. I wanted to fuck her in every way I could. When I jerked off, I fantasized about fucking her pussy in the missionary position and I fantasized about fucking her doggy style. I dreamt of eating her pussy and having her suck me until I came in her mouth. I desperately wanted to cum on her little boobs. I wanted to suck her nipples while I fingered her asshole. I wanted to lube my dick and ram into her back door. I wanted to fuck her every way I could and I wanted to fuck her so bad that it was driving me nuts. * * * Eventually, I proposed and Sarah accepted. I think she believed that anyone who could last with her, not having sex, must really love her . . . and I did. I really loved her. But I also really, really, really wanted to fuck her until she begged me to stop. We had a short engagement. On our wedding night, Sarah made my dreams come true . . . partially. We had sex. I fucked her in the missionary position and she had an orgasm just before I came inside her. I suggested that we do it doggy style and she said that she had never done that. I was a bit surprised but eager to teach her. I told her what was involved and she was a bit self-conscious at first. She said, "That means you'll be lookin' at my behind!" "Yeah. What's wrong with that?" I asked. "You're not supposed to see me back there. That's private," she responded, as if that explanation was so self-evident that it warranted no further discussion. "Honey, we're married now, and you shouldn't be ashamed to let me see any part of your body, whether it's your boobs or your cooter or your behind. Now that I'm your husband, you're supposed to trust me with that." "Well, I suppose we could do it dog style with the lights out so you don't see anything." "Fine by me," I replied. I turned off the lights and we did it doggy style. I could tell that she wanted to be prim and proper but she was also really getting worked up with my dick sliding in and out of her fuck hole. When I could tell that I was about to cum, I announced it in very unmistakable terms. "Oh, baby, I'm so close. I wanna cum in your pussy so bad . . .." "Bad . . . boy," she uttered. She was winded and aroused and moaning like she wanted to be quiet but couldn't keep her arousal a secret. "Here it cums," I said as I released my jets of sperm inside her. As soon as my seed entered her vagina, she started cumming hard, moaning loudly, panting, her back arching as she experienced the waves of muscular contractions that undeniably indicated her orgasm. A few minutes later, she told me that she had never had an orgasm that strong in her entire life and it felt really hot to do it "dog" style because her backside was towards me. It was as if a guy had never seen her butt before and, besides that, the lights were off. I could see a bit but not very well. It was then that I realized how sexually inexperienced she was, especially for someone who had previously been married and had a child. Over the next few weeks, the extent of her inexperience became painfully obvious. She had never given or received oral sex and thought the whole idea was gross. Of course, she had never had anal sex and had never had anyone express any interest in that other hole. Most amazingly, she told me that she had never masturbated - not once – in her entire life and she had never seen a vibrator or dildo. During the next few months, with the assistance of some occasional alcohol, I got her to relax a bit. The alcohol definitely helped, but she was not much of a drinker, so this didn't happen very often. She wasn't a tee-totaler but she just didn't want to drink very often. * * * About a year after we were married, I got her to drink a few piña coladas; we were at home and I made the drinks, so I made hers as strong as I could. She got a bit tipsy and I got her into bed when she was still very much under the influence. I finally got to eat her pussy and I definitely enjoyed the experience. Judging by the loudness of her orgasm, I know that she did, too. Hearing her moan like a dog in heat got me plenty aroused; my meat was as hard as it ever gets. When she came down from her orgasm, she leaned down and started kissing my dick. She very tentatively licked on it and kissed it but she seemed to be at a loss about what she should do. I gave her some encouragement and she finally took my shaft in her mouth and sucked on it for a while but then she stopped, saying that she was afraid I would cum in her mouth. After that night, we continued to have oral sex occasionally but I never got to cum in her mouth. You probably guessed that we never had anal sex and I never even got to touch her bum hole. Hell, I don't remember ever seeing her bum hole; I'm sure she had one, but I never saw it. I wasn't obsessed with anal sex, but . . . I guess that it being the forbidden act, the taboo practice, made the idea more exciting to me. But we never did it. Sarah seemed rather content to have me suck on her nipples and then get on top of her and slide my manwich inside her. At one point, I bought some DVD's that were intended for younger folks who were totally inexperienced; they had a couple who demonstrated almost every sexual practice that two people can do in their own bedroom. I got her drunk one night and showed her the DVD and her idea of expanding our horizons was for her to get on top and take me in her pussy. Yeah, it was different so that made it exciting but it was far short of the experiences I wanted. Despite my frustrations, I didn't have any desire to be unfaithful to her or to divorce her. She was my wife and I loved her. In her heart, I knew that she was doing what she thought a good girl was supposed to do and, within her screwed-up inhibitions and self-imposed boundaries, she was trying to please me as much as she could. So I was patient. And I loved her. * * * I also loved Rachel. At this point, "our" little girl was now eight years old. I called her "our" little girl because her father had disappeared when Sarah threatened to take him to court over the delinquent child support and we hadn't seen him in at least three years. Rachel had started calling me "Daddy" and I loved it. She was a very sweet child, rarely caused problems, usually did what she was told, and she was cute like a younger version of her mom. Sarah had quit her secretarial job and started home-schooling Rachel in first grade. Sarah had compared notes with other women at the church and she was convinced that attending public schools would lead to overwhelming moral degradation for Rachel. I wasn't very happy about the public schools, either, for other reasons; there is just way too much violence and not enough education in our public schools. So Rachel was home-schooled. That means that her social experiences were limited to the children who lived nearby and the other children who attended church. (I'm not an atheist but I didn't attend church with Sarah and Rachel.) * * * About four years after we were married, Sarah gave me the news that she was pregnant. She was ecstatic and so was I. We had been married long enough to have established our relationship and having a family of my own was part of my motivation for getting married. Within weeks, she rushed out and bought a crib and a stroller and most of the other gear that you need for a baby. Then, two months later, our world crashed. Sarah started bleeding and we had to take her to the emergency room. Within a few hours, they told us that Sarah had miscarried and would need a D&C. Of course we were both devastated but we had started to recover when, a few months later, Sarah's doctor told us that she wouldn't be able to have any more babies. After that news, I was depressed and Sarah was depressed. We tried to shield Rachel from the heartbreak that we were feeling but, of course, she sensed that something was wrong. Sarah devoted herself to Rachel's schooling and to their church activities. Sarah became even less interested in sex and that part of our marriage became very mechanical; she didn't deny me sex, she just acted as if it was a duty she was fulfilling rather than something that she enjoyed. Sarah kept our home clean, she cooked good meals, and she took fairly good care of Rachel, but it was obvious that Sarah never recovered from the miscarriage. We took family vacations and enjoyed weekends but . . . there was a spark that was missing. Sarah became more active with her church activities and I'm sure that others never saw that anything was wrong. I suggested counseling a few times but Sarah wasn't receptive to that idea. * * * As the years passed, Rachel continued to do well, despite Sarah's depression, but I was concerned that she was being sheltered a bit too much. Her grades on the standardized tests were great; she was almost always in the 99th percentile in every category that was tested. Everyone who met her commented on how bright she was and we were both proud of our little girl. Nonetheless, Rachel seemed to be naïve and a bit behind her peers on her social skills. Her slow social development became apparent when she reached age 13. I could tell that she was starting to develop breasts. They appeared to be tiny little "buds" that I could just discern through her pajama tops or tee shirts. I couldn't see the actual little tits, of course, because Sarah had taught Rachel to be very modest around me. It was almost as if she thought that Rachel was competition for my affections. Up until she was 8 or 9 years old, Rachel would sleep in just her panties and a tee shirt and it wasn't unusual for her to sit and watch TV dressed like that. I had stopped supervising bath time when Rachel was about 7 years old and I never saw her naked, but she was comfortable being in just her underwear around me, and occasionally I would see her topless – not that there was anything to see, of course, because she was just a little girl. But as Rachel approached puberty, Sarah got more concerned. I never saw Rachel unless she was wearing at least pajamas or shorts and a tee shirt. To me, it wasn't a big deal but Sarah seemed really uptight about that stuff and it was easier to just let her have her way. When it first notices that Rachel was starting to develop little breasts, I asked Sarah and she told me that, indeed, Rachel had started having a period and she was developing physically. I could see that she was losing some of her "baby fat," she gained a few inches in heights and she got a bit more curvy in the places that men want women to have curves. Despite the physical development, Rachel did not express any interest in boys. She didn't want the tween or teen girls' magazines that had pictures of the latest boy teen heartthrobs. She didn't develop an interest in talking to the boys at church or in our neighborhood and she didn't do any of the other things that girls do at that age. Sarah was happy with Rachel's lack of interest in the opposite sex but I was concerned, but, again, Sarah saw no problem . . . because, in my mind, Sarah was the problem. So things continued the way they were. Rachel wasn't pathologically immature; she wasn't still playing with dolls or talking baby talk. She just wasn't playing with boys or flirting, either. * * * Maybe I should have felt relieved, because Rachel had become quite a cute girl. By the time she was 17 years old, she was 5' 2" and she weighed 115 pounds. She had the same golden hair that her mother had, though she kept it a little bit shorter and in a more contemporary style that did Sarah. She had a clear complexion with emphasized her blue eyes and, of course, she had the same cute little nose that she had as a child. Her chest had developed enough so that she was very clearly a girl, but she wasn't overly endowed. In fact, her bra size was 34A, which I knew because I occasionally used the downstairs bathroom that Rachel used; she would occasionally leave her clothes on the bathroom floor after her shower and, being curious about the state of her development, I looked at one of her bras to see the size. By this time, Rachel had actually begun to talk to a few boys at church and she actually started going to events that both boys and girls attended. The church didn't call them group dates but, at that age . . .. In any event, the events were chaperoned and there was no risk that anyone would do anything more than hold hands. Rachel did develop an interest in Hank, a nice but awkward kid who had lots of IQ points and who was clearly clumsy with females. No, Hank wasn't a smooth-talking lady's man, by any means, so I was comfortable with Rachel spending time with him. In fact, he acted as if he had been home-schooled by an overprotective mom just like Sarah had done with Rachel. Of course, it was not a serious relationship and I was quite certain that little Rachel was still a virgin. In fact, I would have been surprised if she had done anything more than holding hands and kissing. I was right; the relationship didn't last and Rachel was still a virgin (according to Sarah) and the only thing of which I felt fairly certain was that our little Rachel would never grow up to become a porn star. Over the next year, Rachel developed an infatuation with a few other similarly innocent and unsophisticated boys but nothing ever went further than spending time together at our house or his house. * * * Rachel reached the big milestone – her 18th birthday - during her senior year. She was definitely a candidate for college but her mother didn't want her moving away from home so Rachel had applied at the local college and been offered a full scholarship. The home schooled kids got to graduate with the other kids at the public school so we attended a graduation ceremony. After the graduation, Rachel stayed out with some friends from church until 11 PM and then she was home. Up to this point, you may think that I've been complaining about Rachel's delayed social development, but I also saw the advantages it offered. Other parents worried about their kids getting drunk after graduation an doing who-knows-what, but not our Rachel. * * * Two weeks later, life as we knew it abruptly came to an end. Rachel had spent the night at a girlfriend's house and they were going to the beach the next day. The plan was that Rachel would be home for dinner around 7 PM. I went off to work and Sarah stayed at home alone. When I came home that afternoon, Sarah was not home. Her car was gone and she had not left a note telling me where she had gone. I tried calling her on the cell phone but got no answer. Sarah had still not returned home when Rachel finally came in around 7 PM. I tried calling Sarah's few friends from church but none of them knew anything about Sarah's whereabouts. At 11 PM, I called the police and reported Sarah as missing. An officer came to our home and took a report, together with a recent photo of Sarah. At 2:30 AM, I received a call that the police had used Sarah's cell phone to track her location and they had a fairly good idea where her car was. At 3 AM, I got a call that Sarah's car had been located and that Sarah was inside the car, unresponsive, and Fire Rescue was en route to the scene. I was given the location and Rachel and I jumped in the car to go there. When we arrived, we were told that Fire Rescue had taken Sarah to the hospital but that it appeared that Sarah was dead. The police had found an empty prescription bottle in the front seat beside her, together with a suicide note: Tom, I have completed my work in this life. Rachel has graduated and she is 18 years old so she is ready to face the world. I have gone to be with my other baby and I hope that you will understand that he needs me more than you two need me. I love you both. Sarah You cannot imagine the wave of emotions that flooded my world. The note confirmed for me that Sarah had been mentally ill, that she had been chronically depressed and never recovered from the miscarriage. I was angry, sad, bitter, and I had no idea what to do with all of these feelings inside of me . . . and then I realized that 18 year old Rachel – an even larger victim of Sarah's mental illness - was standing next to me. She had just learned that the only biological parent in her life had just committed suicide. My own feelings couldn't be anything compared to what she must be feeling. First Orgasm With "Daddy" I turned to her and, through the tears, sobbed, "Rachel, I'm so very sorry for you. I'll never abandon you, Honey!" Of course, she was crying also and I placed my arms around her and held her face against my chest. I wanted to never let go of her and I wanted to protect her from the world for the rest of my life. We stood there for minutes, just holding each other and crying. It sounds like a cliché but it is true; the next few days were a blur. We notified Sarah's family and made funeral arrangements. The medical examiner did an autopsy that confirmed that Sarah died due to an overdose of sleeping pills. We attended a funeral that was awkward for everyone. What do you say to a 41 year-old man whose wife committed suicide because she was mentally ill? Do you say 'well, at least she's not suffering,' or 'she's in a better place now,' or something else equally ludicrous? What do you say to an innocent 18 year old girl who has been abandoned first by her biological father and then by her mother (you understand, don't you, that – for the survivors – having a loved one commit suicide is just like having the loved one abandon you?) I had a tremendous amount of accumulated personal leave at work so I took off two weeks after the funeral. Rachel had not yet found a summer job (Sarah always had some reason or excuse for not being able to help Rachel apply for a job) so that was convenient. Rachel and I stayed at home and we spent some time going through her mother's possession, packing the few things that Rachel wanted to keep and donating the remainder to charity. We spent some time talking. Rachel finally expressed some concern that I wouldn't want her to stay with me, because she wasn't my daughter. I put the lid on that rumor immediately. Rachel didn't want to start college in the fall. I told her that I understood and that she could postpone it for one semester but, then, I expected her to begin college. She agreed to that plan, so we called the college to confirm that she could do that and to confirm that they would hold the scholarship for her. During the first few days, we packed and sorted through things during the day and we sat and watched movies at night. I rented a bunch of comedies, not because I thought that I could get Rachel to laugh very quickly, but because I just wanted to avoid any movies that might have any type of tragedy, and especially movies that contained any portrayals of death. Rachel would sit on the sofa beside me and lean her head against my shoulder. Sometimes she fell asleep like that and I would eventually wake her and send her to bed. When we weren't keeping busy, we talked about Sarah. Now that Sarah was gone, Rachel confided more in me. About a week after the funeral, she confessed to me that she held some resentments towards her mother. "Daddy, Momma didn't want me to grow up and . . . I feel like, uh . . . when I see other kids my age, I feel like . . . I don't fit in, you know, like I don't belong . . . and . . . sometimes . . . especially when I'm around boys . . . Daddy, I don't know the first thing about boys. You know, when I was with Hank and those other guys, nothin' happened, you know, mainly because I didn't want anything to happen, but . . . I was scared, too. Momma never told me anything about, uh . . . you know . . . s . . . e . . . x, and I just feel so totally scared when I think about, you know, like a boy might expect me to do somethin' more than just hold hands and give him a goodnight kiss, and . . . I don't know why I'm talkin' so much, but . . . Daddy, I've gotta depend on you now and . . . I hope maybe you can help me with some things that Momma didn't." "Oh, Honey, I'll always be here for you, and of course I'll help you with whatever you need help with," I immediately responded. "You know, that means you have to talk to me and not hold anything back from me. You've gotta trust me and you've gotta know that I am not your momma; I'm not gonna judge you or condemn you if you do something that your mother wouldn't have approved." Rachel seemed relieved to hear my promise about not judging her. I was curious about what she wanted from me but I decided to let the issue rest. I knew that she would bring the subject up again within the next few days. * * * The next day, we were in the car, coming back from lunch at a diner, talking about a variety of topics. Suddenly, Rachel returned to the subject from the previous day, as if she had been waiting for an opportunity to resume the discussion. "Daddy, what we were talkin' about yesterday . . . you just don't know how much I've felt lost with boys and understanding all that stuff. I don't even know enough to know what I don't know. . . . Does that make sense? But, uh, it's real important to me, so, uh, if you can help me, you know I'll trust you . . . always! . . . So . . . can you help me?" "We'll start tonight, after dinner, okay?" "Sure, Daddy. You're the best!" she said with a smile and a sense of relief in her voice. I had no idea how naïve she was about things but, whatever she needed to know, I knew I'd try to help her. Part of me was concerned about being embarrassed or uncomfortable talking to Rachel about sex and part of me was concerned because I also knew that I was looking forward to talking to this cute 18 year-old girl about sex. It was confusing to me but I felt that I had no choice but to follow through on my promise. That night, after dinner, I suggested that we sit in the living room and talk. "Rachel, Honey, I have no idea what you've learned about sex and what you haven't. I don't wanna treat you like you're a little child who knows absolutely nothin' but I also don't wanna assume that you know somethin' that maybe you don't. So . . . the first thing is that you must be absolutely 100% comfortable talking about sex. Like, uh, the words we use, ya know, body parts. Some people call things by their medical names and some people use slang words. Your Momma probably talked to you about vaginas and penises but that's not the way most people talk. What do you call your vagina?" "Well, uh . . . I guess I just call it my vagina," she said, obviously sounding embarrassed. "Okay, Honey, well . . . do you ever call it anything else? Do your friends call it somethin' else?" "Oh, yeah, well . . . you won't be mad if I use dirty words, will ya?" "Of course not. Whatever you call it, it's not dirty. Okay?" I reassured her. "Okay. Sometimes I call it my 'pussy,'" she said with an impish grin. "Okay. So now, we've established the fact that you have a pussy. Very good. I'll bet it's a real nice pussy, too. So, what about the little button-kinda thing at the top of your pussy?" "You mean my clitoris?" she beamed with pride for knowing its name. "Yeah, but most people just call it a clit," I clarified. "And what do you call a man's thing?" "You mean his penis?" she offered. "Yeah, exactly. But what do you call a man's penis, other than 'penis?'" "Well, some of the girls call it a dick," she said with a little less embarrassment. "Okay. So, now, we have dicks and pussies. There's a whole lot more to sex than that but that's the start. Now, when you started having your period, what did your mom tell you about that?" I asked. "Wait, Daddy, aren't we supposed to, like, use each word in a sentence, you know like you said 'Rachel has a pussy?'" "Okay," I responded. "Well, then, my daddy has a dick and I'll bet it's a real nice dick," she said with a grin on her face. I guess talking to your daddy about his dick is a taboo thing for an 18 year old girl and she was feeling a little devilish for having used the opportunity. "Okay, okay, that's enough about my, uh . . . dick. What do you understand about your period?" "Well," Rachel responded, "Mom said the blood was from my body getting an egg ready for a man's sperm and when they got together, I'd be pregnant. And she also told me that my boobs would start growing and I'd get hair on my vagina . . . I mean on my pussy." "Okay, so you're boobs have grown . . ." I began but she quickly interrupted. "Yeah, but not much. I still look like a little girl." From her tone of voice, I could tell that this was a point of concern for Rachel. "Honey, what is your bra size now?" I asked. "34B." "Well, of course, I haven't seen your boobs themselves, not in person, but I have seen how you fill out a tee shirt, and you don't really look like a little girl. You know, your mom was a 34B, too, and that might be as big as you get but you shouldn't worry about that. You probably think that guys all want girls with big tits but that's not true. Some guys – hey, I'm one of 'em - like smaller boobs and I'm guessing that there are a bunch of guys who would love to spend some time with your boobs!" "Well, I don't know about that. The only people who've ever seen my boobs are me and the doctor." "Well, Honey, one of the things that you need to do to grow up sexually is to be comfortable with your body. You've got to be okay with seeing yourself naked in a mirror and, when you find a partner to have a sexual relationship with, you've gotta be comfortable with your partner seeing you naked." "Daddy, I couldn't take off all my clothes in front of another person!" she exclaimed. "Honey, when a man and a woman have sex, or make love, they are both naked and they are both comfortable with the other one seeing them naked, even up close, and that means every single square inch of their bodies. They look forward to the times that they know they'll be together naked. Well . . . that's something we'll need to work on sooner or later. I mean . . . I'm not sayin' that I want you to run around the house naked when I'm here, but . . . as long as you're uptight about me seeing you in your undies, you'll never get over all your nervousness about this stuff. If you're comfortable being in your undies with me, then you can get comfortable bein' naked when you're here alone, and then you'll be ready to get comfortable with someone else seein' more of you. Does that make sense, Honey?" I asked. "Yes, Daddy. If you wanna see me in my undies, I'll get used to it," she said teasingly. I gave her a little bit of a scowl that told her I didn't like being accused of being a perv. "Okay, okay. If I get more comfortable being only partly dressed around you, then I'll get more comfortable around somebody when the time is right," she recited. "That's right, Honey," I confirmed for her. "Do you remember when you were little and you used to run around the house in just your panties and a tee shirt? Did that feel weird to you?" "No, Daddy. That felt perfectly natural," she replied. " I even ran around in just my panties with no top, sometimes." "Okay. You need to start doing that again around the house . . . but not the topless part. Let's start right now. I want you to go to your room and take off all your clothes except your panties and then put on a tee shirt with no bra. Then put on a bathrobe and come back in here." She looked at me as if I had just asked her to cut off her right arm but she also didn't look like she was going to refuse my suggestion. She got up and went into her bedroom, closed the door, and came back out wearing a bathrobe that was tied at the waist. "Okay, are you ready to take off the robe?" I asked. "No . . . not really," she offered timidly. "Okay then. Keep standing up." She did as she was told. "You trust me, don't you?" "Of course, Daddy," she replied. "Okay, I'm gonna turn off the lights," I said as I reached for the light switch. As soon as the lights were off, I returned to stand behind her. "Now, I want you to untie your robe and let it hang open in the front." Like a good little girl, she did what she was told and I could tell that the robe had fallen open in the front. "Now I want you to close your eyes," I said, "and I'm gonna walk around you." "Okay. They're closed," she said. As I circled Rachel, there was enough light for me to see that she had followed my instructions and I had a partial view of her panties. They looked like plain white cotton panties and I thought that I could see the outline of her pussy lips through the panties, what some would call a camel toe. I felt my man meat start to get a little restless but then I returned to stand behind her. "When I walked around you, there was still enough light for me to see you pretty clearly and you look like a cute girl. Rachel, you have nothing to be embarrassed about; I'll bet there are thousands of guys who would like to be here seeing you in your panties. Now . . . how're you feelin'?" "A little funny but I'm okay, I guess," was her weak reply. "If you're okay with it, I'm gonna turn the lights back on. Now, you still keep your eyes closed," I instructed her. Again, I walked around her and, this time, the camel toe was unmistakable. I felt some movement in my britches and I knew that this was going to be difficult for me, too. "Are you still okay?" I asked only to reassure her that I was concerned for her comfort. "Yes, Daddy. What now?" "Now, I want you to take off your robe, okay?" "Okay, but can you turn the light back off?" she asked. "Sure," I said as I reached over to turn off the light again. As before, I returned to stand behind her as I said, "okay, Honey. The light's off." She reached up and pulled the robe from her shoulders and let it slowly fall to the floor. I assume that she did it slowly because of being self-conscious but it wasn't much different than what a good stripper would have done. I reached down and picked up her robe and draped it across the back of the sofa. "Now close your eyes and I'm gonna walk around you again. What I'm trying to do is to gradually get you used to me seeing you so that you'll be comfortable walkin' around the house or sittin' around dressed like this. You understand, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy," she answered. "You don't think this is weird, do ya, 'cause if you do, we don't hafta do this," I offered. I didn't want her thinking I was just some sort of perv wanting to see her in her panties. "No, you're right Daddy, I hafta get over this being afraid and I guess this is the way to do it," she reassured me. She was wearing bikini panties. They were very plain white cotton panties but they were fit snuggly and revealed the contours of her delicious body. Her ass was small and tight and I couldn't see an ounce of any leftover baby fat on her ass or legs. As I walked around her, I again stared at her cameltoe but not too long or I'd have a real boner in my pants. "Now, I'm gonna turn the light back on," I said as I flipped the switch. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the brightness and I could clearly see, I felt my heart skip a beat. I had never adopted Rachel and, with her mother gone, we weren't related by marriage either, but . . . still . . . she was like a daughter to me, so I wasn't supposed to feel the way I was feeling. I felt like I was on fire with desire for her body. I wanted to see Rachel naked and I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to suck on her little nipples and I wanted to lick on her pussy. I wanted her as desperately as I had wanted her mother so many years earlier. "Let's sit down," I said and we both sat down on the sofa, me on one end and her to my left, towards the other end, but not too far apart. "How are you feelin' now?" I asked. "Okay," she said lamely. "No, what I mean is . . . what are you feelin'?" I explained. "Well, I feel kinda nervous, like . . . maybe you're gonna see my panties and kinda see what I look like down there, and wouldn't that be bad!" she said. "Honey, that was a very good job of tellin' me what you feel. Now, let me answer your questions. I did see your panties and they're kinda tight on you so I did sorta see what you look like down there – without really seein' it - and, the truth is that, with your panties on, you look just like most other girls look. And I'm guessin that if you weren't wearin' panties, you'd look like other girls look down there, and . . . you'd probably get any guy real worked up." "Daddy, Mom always said that I wasn't supposed to let boys see me down there so that's the way I've always been." "Okay, Honey, you need to understand that different people have different ideas about their bodies and modesty. Your mom was real uptight when it came to sex and her body and she passed those attitudes on to you without even tryin'. But if you keep those attitudes, you'll always be uncomfortable about sex. Now . . . I'm not sayin' that you're supposed to let everybody see you naked, and . . . I'm not sayin' that you're supposed to wear short skirts and let every guy in town see your panties, but . . . around the house when nobody else is here, or when you meet somebody special, you've gotta be comfortable with people seein' your body. If it's somebody who loves you, what if they do see you? What if they do look at your panties and see the outline of your pussy, so what?" "Well . . . uh . . .." Rachel obviously had no rational reply. "Turn around in your seat so your feet are both up on the sofa," I instructed her as I did the same. "Now, put your left foot down on the floor and push your knees apart." She slowly responded to my directions. As her knees parted, her panties were pulled tight across her pelvis and the outline of her pussy lips showed through the cotton fabric that was concealing her most feminine place. "Now, I'm lookin' at your panties. I'm starin' at your panties. I can see your pussy lips showing through your panties and I'm guessin that means that you shave your hair down there . . .." "Yes, Daddy," she admitted meekly. "Okay, now, I'm still starin' and what's happenin'? Is the sky falling down? Are you havin' a heart attack?" I demanded. "No, but I feel like I hafta pee," she said. "Well, not exactly like I hafta pee, but I feel like I'm leakin' somethin' wet down there." As she said that, I could, in fact, see a wet spot forming in the crotch of her panties. "Well, if you are leakin' pee, then that means that this is getting' you aroused and, when a girl gets aroused, her body produces a fluid that helps her to have sex with a guy. So now I know that this is getting' you aroused and you're probably embarrassed about that, but so what? I'm kinda aroused, too; it's just the way our bodies react. It's perfectly normal." "Okay, Daddy, I get it, and you can stop starin' at me," she joked, obviously needing to reduce the tension in the room. I laughed and then she laughed. "Honey, your mom isn't here and it's up to us to make the rules. Your mom would have freaked out if either of us walked around in our underwear but she's not here and it's just us. I'm comfortable with you walkin' around in your underwear and, if you're okay with the idea, I'm comfortable with doin' the same. And I want you to understand that, the more of this initial stuff you get over, the easier everything else will be." "So you want me to walk around in my underwear?" she asked. I think she was just looking for an opportunity to give me a hard time. "Actually, I don't care if you walk around absolutely naked, take a shower with the bathroom door open, sleep naked with the bedroom door wide open, as long as you aren't uncomfortable . . . and as long as nobody else is here. On the other hand, you can be fully dressed every time you leave your bedroom, but it's a lot more work, and . . . you'll never get over your inhibitions if that's what you do." "Wow, Daddy, that's so different what everything Mom taught me, but it makes sense. You know, it might take some time, but . . . we'll see." "Honey, there are families that are absolutely comfortable with being totally naked around each other and there are families that never see each other except fully dressed. Neither way is right or wrong; it's just what you're comfortable with. Most folks are somewhere in the middle. I'm just tellin' you that if you want your life to be different, you've gotta do somethin' different." First Orgasm With "Daddy" "Okay, Daddy. Actually, I do feel a lot more relaxed now than when we started, so . . . maybe I can start just bein' around you in my panties and . . . who knows . . .." "I love you, Rachel, and I want you to be happy with yourself. Your mother was very unhappy with herself and that's why she did what she did. I can't stand the thought of you eventually doin' anything like that." "No, Daddy, I'll never do anything like that. I'll just take my clothes off, instead," she teased me. After her laugh subsided, she turned to me and spoke with the voice of an angel, "I love you, Daddy." She moved down on the sofa and sat so that she was next to me and I put my arm around her. We had discussed enough for the night so we found a movie on television and watched it until we were both sleepy. I turned off the TV and we both stood. I put my arms out and she approached me for a good night hug. "Good night, my little angel," I said. "Good night, Daddy," she replied. * * * At about 3:30 AM, I woke to the sound of thunder. It was raining hard and it looked as if it would not be clearing anytime soon. I got up and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and to check the house. I looked in the back yard to make sure nothing needed to be secured. I then decided to check on Rachel. I was only wearing my boxers but I expected to find her asleep. As I reached her bedroom doorway, another bolt of lightning exploded across the sky and the thunder was quite loud. Rachel awoke with a startle. "Daddy, what was that?" she said in her scared little girl voice. "Just lightning and thunder," I said. "You'll be okay." "You know thunderstorms always scare me, Daddy. It already woke me up once. Can I sleep in your room, Daddy?" When a girl asks her daddy for something in that scared little girl voice, you just know that the answer will always be yes. So it was with Rachel and me. As she stood up, I could see that she had changed into a baby doll nightie that was somewhat flimsy. "That doesn't look like anything your mom ever bought for you," I said. "No, I bought this for myself a few months ago. And, after our talk tonight, I wanted to wear it to make me feel good about myself. Is it okay?" she asked. "It's fine, Honey, it's fine." She followed me into my bedroom. "I always sleep on the right side of the bed, so you can have the left side," I said. "And no snorin'!" I teased her. "I'll try not to," she answered. I got into bed and lay on my left side so that I was facing her. She was on her right side, facing me. "I feel safe with you, Daddy. Thank you," she said, and then she lifted up and bent over to give me a kiss on the cheek. I felt like I was in heaven. * * * When my eyes opened in the morning, Rachel and I were both in the middle of the bed, both laying on our left sides, spooned together. My right arm was draped over her side and my hand was on her chest, immediately below her left boob. My left arm was under her pillow with her head resting on top of it. All of that was okay. The difficult part was that I had a boner and it was pressed up against Rachel's backside. I had no intentions of doing anything with that boner, at least not anything that included Rachel, so I decided that I needed to extricate myself from the situation. As I started to slide my left arm from under her head, Rachel started to wake. "Good morning, Little Miss Sleepyhead," I said nonchalantly, hoping that she wouldn't notice anything amiss. "Good morning, Daddy. How'd we end up like this?" she asked. "I don't know," I answered. "I guess we just did this in our sleep." "Well, it feels real nice to have your arms around me, Daddy. But what's that pokin' me in the butt?" Busted! "Uh . . . I guess that would be me and that would be my body's way of reacting to having a real cute girl pressed up against me." "I did that to you? Wow! Can I see?" she asked as if it was an entirely innocent question. "Well, I'm not so sure that would be a good idea, because . . . uh . . .." I wasn't sure what to say. "Daddy, when you're around the house and it's just you and me, you gotta be comfortable with people seein' your body. If somebody loves you, what if they do see you? So what?" Rachel was extremely quick witted, apparently even in the early morning. "Okay, I'll tell you what," she continued, "the lights aren't on, so just close your eyes and I'll slowly pull down the sheets." I didn't think this was a good idea but if I said no, I would forever create a double standard for us and that would interfere with us having strong, open communications, so I said "okay," and closed my eyes. "Now, roll over on your back," Rachel prompted me and I followed her command. I felt her pulling the sheets down and, within a few seconds, I knew that my boner, or at least my tented boxers, had sprang into view. "Well, that's a lot bigger than the ones that I saw when I was babysitting and changing diapers," she offered. "Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment," I replied. "All the ones I saw were kinda floppy," she explained. "That one looks kinda hard and stiff." "A guy's thing . . ." "You mean your dick . . ." she interjected. "Okay, my dick gets hard and stiff when I'm aroused," I explained. "All guys are that way. When you get a guy aroused, probably he'll get an erection – which is also called a hard-on or a boner." "So what did I do to get you aroused?" she inquired. "Well, I don't know that you did anything, Honey, except that you're beautiful, you're wearing a flimsy nightgown, you had your butt pushed up against my dick, and I almost had my hand on your boob." That explains it, I thought. "Well, most of that happened in my sleep, so it's not like I was tryin' to make it happen, but . . . I am flattered. So, anyway, how long will it stay like that?" This really wasn't where I had intended to go with her sex education but I also didn't think that I should be evasive in answering her questions. "Usually, when a guy gets an erection, he'll stay hard until he has sex with a girl, or he makes himself have an ejaculation . . ." "You mean like playing with yourself 'til you cum?" she asked. "Yeah, like playing with myself, or . . . if I wait long enough, it might go away on its own, but, if it stays hard for too long and I don't cum, I might get a condition called blue balls, which means that my balls will ache for awhile." "So what are you gonna do?" she continued with her questions. "Well, I don't wanna get blue balls, and there isn't a woman here for me to have sex with, so . . .." "So you're gonna masturbate?" she said more as a statement rather than as a question. "I don't have much choice, and, no, I'm not gonna let you watch," I retorted, trying to anticipate her next question. "I wasn't gonna ask," she responded. After an awkward pause, she said "I tried it a few times, you know." "You tried what," I asked, "and how would I know?" "I tried playing with myself." "How is it that you know this stuff if your mom never told you?" I wondered aloud. "I have a girlfriend who I talked to about sex a few times. She was a virgin, too, but she had watched an X-rated movie once and she tried to tell me about masturbating, but it didn't make sense. I tried it when I got home but nothing happened. I tried it a couple of other times but . . . nothing ever happened so . . .." "I wasn't gonna bring the subject up so quickly, but since you did . . . At some point, you need to spend enough time masturbating so that you know what makes you feel good and what doesn't. Then you need to be able to tell your partner what makes you feel good so that he isn't laying there just guessin' about what to do to make you feel good." "So are you saying that at some point I'm gonna need masturbation lessons?" Rachel asked, and I didn't think that her question was serious. "No, I don't think so. We'll just show you a couple of videos and get you a vibrator and then we'll probably have to get like a dozen batteries when you figure it out. But first . . . I think we need to go shopping and get you some new panties and other unmentionables." "Oh, Daddy, you're bad . . ." Rachel replied. I think she was relieved to hear that I had something in mind that was really going to change her world. "Well, if you're not gonna let me watch, I guess I'll go get some breakfast fixed for us." We went to the mall that afternoon. We went to Victoria's Secret and a few of the department stores. I convinced Rachel that she should try wearing some thong panties and we also got her some matching bra and panty sets, and we got some nighties, too. I told her, of course, that she would need to model everything we bought for her and she promised that she would, but not all at once. We were at the mall until about 6:30 PM and then I suggested that we stop for Italian food on the way home. A friend of mine was the owner of Il Ristorante and I knew that he would treat us right. When we arrived, he seated us at a table in a fairly dark corner that was usually reserved for couples who didn't want to be disturbed; he knew our circumstances and thought that we might want some quiet time together. I ordered a bottle of wine and the waiter brought two glasses. Two hours later, we left the restaurant both a bit tipsy. I was not too tipsy to drive but Rachel was leaning on me for support. When we got home, I suggested that she go to her room and change into her sleepwear and then we could watch a movie together. When she returned to the living room, she saw that I was still dressed and said, "Okay. Now it's your turn to get into your sleepwear." "That would be just my boxers," I replied. "Okay, then, go do it," she directed. I quickly got out of my "street" clothes and stripped down to my boxers. 'What the hell,' I thought, 'she slept with me last night and saw me with a boner in my boxers. If I wanna teach her that it's not a big deal, then I can't act like it's a big deal.' I returned to the living room. Rachel was sitting on the sofa. Her nightgown was another baby doll that was actually partially sheer. The panties were a thong and the little triangle of fabric was just enough to cover her pussy slit. Through the top, I could see the protrusion of two little nipples. I didn't want to ogle her and make her feel uncomfortable, but . . . it was rather bold for her to be wearing this around me tonight. She had picked it out, along with some others, and I remember thinking that it was rather revealing for someone so modest, but I guess that she was listening when I told her she had to change her behavior if she wanted to change her feelings. "What movie do you wanna see?" I asked. "Well, you said something this morning about a masturbation lesson. I'm 18 years old and I don't know nothin' about orgasms, so I'm really kinda anxious to see what that's all about." "You mean . . . you've never had an orgasm, Honey?" I asked. "I don't think so," she replied. "Okay, well . . . are you comfortable sittin' here watchin' an X-rated movie with your old dad?" "First, you're not that old, and, second, that's why I drank so much wine. I figured it would help me to relax enough to do what you think I need to do," she said as she looked up at me with doe eyes that suggested that she'd do whatever I asked. "Okay. The DVD's in my bedroom." I went to my bedroom and retrieved the DVD that I had bought for Sarah so many years ago, the instructional video that I thought would loosen her up but never really did. I made sure that the house was secure and then I returned to the living room and quickly inserted the DVD in the player. The DVD had sections that could be accessed separately; anatomy, explanation of sexual arousal, male masturbation, female masturbation, kissing and foreplay, basic sexual positions, oral sex, anal sex. When Rachel saw the index, she said "I wanna see the male masturbation first, since you wouldn't let me watch this morning." "Okay, you get what you ask for," I said. The "actor" on the DVD was a middle aged male who was in good physical condition. Within a minute, he was naked, laying on a bed, getting hard and then stroking his meat. "Wow! So that's all it takes to make a guy feel good?" Rachel asked. "Well, that's how you do it when you're alone, and sometimes it feels good when a girl does that to a guy, but usually a guy will end up wanting more." "Wow. Watching this makes me wanna have one of those things in me," Rachel said unabashedly. I let that comment go without a reply. I didn't want to make her feel self-conscious and I didn't want to interrupt her enjoyment of the video. When Mr. DVD had his ejaculation, the camera zoomed in and showed the cum spurting out. "So, that's his sperm, right?" Rachel asked. "Well, technically, that's called ejaculate, but most people call it his cum. The sperm is little cells that are in the cum, so, yes, that's right." "And that has to get to the egg inside me, so . . . if he sticks that in me and then he squirts his cum in me, then his sperm can have tea and crumpets with my egg. What a great plan!" I laughed. I assumed that Rachel was acting a bit more naïve than she really was, though I wasn't really sure. "So, when he sticks that thing in his girlfriend, that makes both of them feel good?" she asked. "It makes both of them feel like a million dollars," I responded. "I don't understand. When Gina told me about masturbating, she said something about rubbing myself on the outside but . . . if a guy sticks something inside me, what's that do to my outsides?" "So, I guess she didn't demonstrate for you?" I asked rhetorically. The only response I got was a look of Rachel's face that said 'you've gotta be kiddin' me.' So, I assumed there had been no demonstration (but if there had been, I sure would have liked to have been there. Gina has a body that any man would want.) "You'll understand soon enough," I said. "Let's move on to the female part." I returned to the main menu and then selected the next segment for viewing. The female "actress" was a drop-dead gorgeous honey who looked like she was about 25 years old. She was a hardbody and had a very cute face and, most importantly, she did not have big tits. In fact, she looked a bit like Rachel, only older. "So," I began as I paused the DVD player, "you've probably never seen another girl naked. Do you recognize the body parts on this babe?" "Of course I do, dopey," she retorted. "And do you see that her tits aren't any bigger than yours? She looks just like you, and . . . me and every other guy on the planet would do this babe in an instant! So you should get over this thing about your boobs." As we watched the video, it was obvious that it was an educational experience for Rachel. As the "actress" got closer to her orgasm, she started moaning and writhing and otherwise just being very demonstrative about the fact that she was aroused. "Why is she actin' like that?" Rachel asked. It appeared to be a serious question and it indicated to me that she really, really hadn't ever experienced an orgasm. "Well, Honey, when you get sexually aroused, you get kinda consumed with your arousal, like nothin' else matters, and it kinda takes over your body and you do things sorta involuntary, like moaning, or your body getting' tight. Some folks work to try to suppress that stuff but, if you do, you won't enjoy it as much. So, when you have an orgasm, you just need to let go and go with it." "It sounds kinda scary," she said, and I imagined that it might be scary for her. "It's not . . . not really, but I can see that you might think that if you've never had an orgasm. But trust me, once you have an orgasm, you'll want 'em again and again for the rest of your life." "Well, then, I guess I should hurry up and have one," she managed to say, obviously summoning up some courage to be talking to her dad about having an orgasm. "That's entirely up to you," I replied. "Well, how about now?" she suggested. "You mean like, here, like while you watch the video? Sure, I can just go up to my bedroom, make myself scarce, and you come and let me know when you're done." This felt really awkward for me and I'm sure it felt even more awkward for her. "Well, you wouldn't hafta leave the room, ya know, you could just, like, not watch, ya know, but be here in case . . . ya know, in case somethin' goes wrong," she explained. I really felt a bunch of compassion for my "little" girl now. "Well, I don't think anything will go wrong, but, if you really want me to stay, I will," I tried to say with a voice that suggested it wasn't really a burden but I also wasn't a perv looking forward to the chance to see my little girl play with herself. In reality, the idea of being in the same room with her while she did it was just overwhelmingly arousing and I had the erection to prove it. "Okay, well, first . . . put the video on the next section, you know, the one about kissing and foreplay," she requested. "Sure," I said and I quickly advanced to the next section. It was the same "actor" and "actress" as in the masturbation sections. They were both nude from the waist up, facing each other, French kissing, and then the guy stared playing with her boobs and sucking on her nipples. "Okay, I'm gonna take off my panties now, so don't watch," she directed. I turned and faced away from her. I really wasn't sure that I would be able to avoid looking at her if she got loud with her arousal. "You might oughta take off all your clothes. Ya know, when some women masturbate, they play with their nipples or their butts or whatever else feels good. Playin' with your nipples might make it easier for you to have that orgasm." It sounded like a good suggestion to me. On the video, I heard the guy telling the girl that he wanted to have his finger inside her. That was hot enough by itself. But knowing that Rachel was naked just a few feet away from me had me as hard as titanium steel. "Okay, well, I'm rubbin' myself, just like before, and it feels a little wet, but . . .." Rachel was expecting too much, too soon. "Does it feel like you're getting' aroused?" I asked. "Well, it feels good, but I don't feel like shakin' and moanin' like the girl in the video." "Just keep doin' what you're doin'," I encouraged her. The only sounds that I heard were coming from the DVD. Mr. and Miss DVD were obviously having a good time, but I didn't hear anything from Rachel. "Rachel, Honey, how you doin'?" I inquired. "I'm not," she replied. As soon as she spoke, I could tell that she had been quietly sobbing and I reflexively turned towards her. Rachel was totally naked, sitting on the sofa, with her hands raised up to her face. Her legs were together and her pussy was hidden from view, but her boobs were exposed and just looking at them made me want to cum in my pants. My first two thoughts were: one, what a hot looking naked girl and, two, how could Sarah have screwed this girl up so badly? I sat down beside her and placed my arms around her, pulling her face against my chest and rubbing her back like a mother trying to get a fussy baby to go to sleep. "Rachel, Honey, it's probably somethin' so simple. Sweetie, before long, you'll be havin' orgasms so strong and you'll just laugh about why didn't you start this years ago." "Well, I'm not laughing now, am I? I'm stupid and there's just somethin' wrong with me and I'll always just be a freak!" Holy cow, I thought, she's really freaking out about this. It really hurt me to see her hurting so badly. "Rachel, listen to me. You are not a freak. You are a beautiful girl with a very sexy body but . . . unfortunately . . . your mom really did a number on your head and you've just got some catchin' up to do. But there's nothing wrong with you. You could easily have an orgasm tonight if you knew what to do; anybody else with a little experience could get you to have an orgasm, guaranteed!" First Orgy My wife Tara and I have been married for eleven happy years. We are both introverts, and have a hard time meeting and making new friends. We have a few friends that we occasionally go out to dinner or bowling with, but other than that, we have a fairly nonexistent social life. I am 32, 6'3" and fairly average build and about 175 lbs. I have gray eyes and dirty blonde hair. I am fairly athletic, and like to play musical instruments. I love working on cars and building things out of metal. I guess I am just a typical guy. My wife Tara is about 5'4" and just slightly overweight, which is good because I don't like women that are too skinny. She has lovely brown eyes and dark reddish brown hair. She wears a 36D, and when she lets her breasts out to play, I can hardly control myself. Her quarter-sized perfectly round dark brown nipples are proportioned perfectly for the size of her breasts, and when she gets excited, they stand at full attention. Her ass is very nice and round, and makes me want to slide my dick between her cheeks every time I see it. She is very reserved about what clothing she wears, but when she wears a thong, she has the most perfect looking ass I have ever seen. She has the face of a doll, and gorgeous lips with a pout that just begs to be kissed. Her eyes have a mischievous cast even when she isn't trying. Lately, I have been able to talk her into wearing some fairly revealing outfits out in public, and the response from other guys is obvious. She won't believe me, but they all check out her ass as she walks by. Tara works in the office of a construction company, and goes to college at night. She is taking accounting classes one night a week mostly to allow her to get out a little without our two wonderful children and me. She usually meets other students and gets invited to go eat and drink with them after class. I am happy for her to be able to meet new people and generally have fun. She always tells me about the interesting people she meets and the things they talk about. For the last several weeks, she has been telling me about another woman named Erica that she has met and that they have a lot in common. According to Tara, Erica has nearly the exact same build as her. She has been married for nine years, and has two kids almost the same ages as ours. Tara says that Erica likes to read the same books as her, and also loves to travel with her husband Bill. Tara came home from school one night, and I could tell that she was excited. I asked her what was up, and she told me that Erica had invited us to her house on Friday evening. She said that they have a group of friends that gets together every weekend and that the husbands play cards while the wives watch movies and swap books. Friday finally came, and we took the kids to my parent house for the night. We followed the directions that Tara had to Erica and Bill's house. They lived in a neighborhood almost identical to ours. Small middle income houses that all look the same. We were a little early, so we were the first ones to arrive. As we walked to the front door, I had to admire Tara's tight ass through her short shorts. Tara rang the doorbell, and Erica answered. I was shocked to see how many resemblances that she and Tara had. She had almost the same color hair, and was about 5'3" and just slightly heavier that Tara. They were wearing nearly the same shirts, and Erica had on tight black shorts that were the same style as Tara's white ones. They looked like they had almost the same breast size, and I caught myself wondering if hers were as gorgeous as my wife's. They could easily pass as sisters to someone that didn't know them. She invited us in, and we sat down on the couch. Bill came in and introduced himself to us. He was about 5'9" and slightly more muscular than I. We immediately struck it off. We both have the same passion for cars, and he also plays the electric guitar. I could tell by the way he watched Erica, that he adored her as much as I adore Tara. He took me to his garage and showed me his 68 MG that he has been restoring. "I haven't worked on it much lately." He told me. "Erica is about to get tired of seeing it in the garage." He said as he grinned at me. "I have a project in the garage in about the same state of progress." I told him. "I think Tara is getting tired of it too." Erica came to the door and told us to come back inside, as everyone else was there and ready to start the card game. Two other couples had come in. The first couple was John and Christy, and the other couple was Kate and Matt. John was the shortest one at about 5'2", and Christy was just a little taller than him. He had smooth black hair that was parted to one side, and was slightly overweight. Christy was very skinny, and had obviously fake blonde hair. Her look had bitch written all over it. She had a scowl on her face as if they had been fighting before they arrived, and John kept looking at the floor and wouldn't make eye contact with anyone. Kate was about 5'4" and was built about the same as Tara and Erica but with very small tits. She had bright orange hair, and her face was covered with freckles. She was as cute as a button, but was wearing frumpy looking old lady clothes. Matt looked very athletic, and dressed a little like a hippie. He had on tight jeans and a white shirt that hung down to his knees. He had blonde hair, and was wearing a hemp bracelet and matching necklace. We were introduced to all of them, and then Erica put out chips and salsa and cheese dip on the kitchen table. Bill dimmed the lights a little, and the guys all sat down to play cards. I didn't have much experience playing poker, so I was careful and played it safe not taking too many risks. The women all disappeared to the recreation room at the other end of the house. We could hear the movie going, and by the sounds of it, they were watching a Tom Cruise movie. Every once in a while we could hear them all break out in a giggle. I lost the twenty dollars that I had come with, and had to sit out and watch the last couple of hands. The women finally came to the living room. It was about 1:00am, and everyone was ready to go home. Tara and I said our goodbyes to everyone and left first. When we got to the car, I opened the door for Tara and she put her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. I was immediately as hard as a rock as I felt her tits pressing against my stomach. She slid her hand down my back and around the front and cupped my dick through me pants and gently squeezed. "What was that for?" I stuttered. "Just for letting me have fun." She said as she winked at me. "Next week, we are going to John and Christies house." She told me. The next Friday came, and we drove to John and Christies house. They lived in a really ritzy neighborhood. The house that they lived in was probably worth over five hundred thousand dollars. Christie gave us a tour of the house, and I could tell that she was hooked on money, because all she could talk about was how much everything cost. All the guys sat down for cards again, and I must have been getting a little better at poker because by the time we were finished, I still had five dollars left. The girls weren't finished with their movie yet, so we all sat around and watched American Chopper and talked about cars and our sexy women. John and Matt got up to go outside and smoke while Bill and I stayed inside watching TV. "How do you get Tara to wear a thong under her shorts?" Bill asked me as I looked up in surprise. "I don't want to make you mad or anything, but last week at our house, I could tell that she was wearing one under that tight pair of shorts she had on, and excuse me for saying this, but she looked damn hot!" He exclaimed "She really looked fucking sexy that way, and I would love it if I could get Erica to wear one like that." He told me. "I'm just honest with her, and tell her how sexy she looks and what it does to me when she wears them." I told him. "I don't tell her to wear them, I just tell her that I really like it when she does." "Maybe I could get Tara to mention to her that you would like to see her in one." "That would be great, but I am afraid to ask her about it because I don't want her mad at me." Bill said. "Erica has always been really shy about clothing, and always really self conscious." "Tara has too." I told him. "She has only recently started dressing the way she does." "I can't believe how hot she gets me sometimes just because she is showing a little cleavage or is wearing something really sexy under her dress." I admitted. When the girls finished their movie, everyone decided to call it an evening and went home. The next weekend, we went to Matt and Kate's house. It was a total dump. The floors were all dirty, and the carpet smelled like cat urine. There was cat hair on everything, and I could tell that they had at least four cats if not more. I was really surprised because they were both very nice, and dressed in nice clothing. Neither one of them could stop apologizing for their house being so dirty. The girls watched their movie, and we played cards. When we were done, everyone left in a hurry. I could tell that no one wanted to stay in their house very long. Then next weekend was our turn to have it at our house. We spent every night that week cleaning because we didn't want anyone to look at our house the way they did at Matt and Kate's house. The first couple to arrive was Bill and Erica. As they walked in, Bill smiled at me and winked as he elbowed me. Erica came in after him, and she was wearing a very short tight black mini skirt and 4" matching black heels, and as she passed me, it was obvious that she was wearing a thong. She had a dark green silk shirt on that accentuated her large breasts, and she must have been a little turned on as her nipples were trying to peek out of her shirt. She looked very hot, but I could tell that she was self-conscious because she kept pulling down on the hem of her skirt, and she looked a little nervous. I made sure to tell her how nice she looked, and had to be careful not to stare at her ass as she walked by. I hadn't seen Tara yet because she was still getting dressed. "Hey guys." I heard her say from behind me. "How's it going?" I turned around and my jaw just about dropped to the floor. Tara was wearing her shortest black mini skirt with lace around the bottom, and a dark red silk shirt. She had left the top two buttons undone on the shirt, and I could just see the top of her lacy red bra. She was showing so much cleavage that I just wanted to go over and kiss the tops of her breasts. She was also wearing thigh high stockings and 4" black strappy heels with little diamonds covering the straps. I lost my train of thought for about 30 seconds, and couldn't say anything. I probably looked like an idiot just standing there with my mouth open staring at her. The doorbell rang again, and this time is was John and Matt. "Where are Kate and Christy at?" Tara asked. John said that Christy had to go shopping with her mother, and Matt said that Kate was sick with a flu bug. Tara looked at Erica. "I guess it's just you and I tonight, what movie do you want to watch?" Erica picked out the movie Wild Things and said that she really liked Matt Dillon, and hadn't ever seen that movie before. Tara offered to let us have the TV in the living room so that we could have music since we don't have a stereo system, and said that they could watch their movie in the bedroom. I put the TV on MTV Hits and cranked up the surround sound system. We started playing cards and drinking rum and cokes. I actually won the first two hands and was up five dollars. I wasn't feeling so lucky on the next hand until I saw Tara coming down the hall followed by Erica. They had both folded the top hem of their skirts and pulled them up so that the skirts looked even shorter than they already were. I about dropped my cards when I realized that if Tara pulled up her skirt another half of an inch, that I would probably be able to see the front of her thong. I looked over at Bill and saw that he had dropped his cards at the sight of his wife, and was picking them back up and rearranging them. John and Matt were also both looking out of the corners of their eyes. "You guys want some cheese dip?" Tara asked innocently. "Uh, sure." I had to struggle to even talk. "Can you get the cheese out of the fridge Erica?" Tara asked. "Sure, no problem." Erica said with a grin. Erica walked over to the fridge, opened it and bent over with her ass toward us. Her mini skirt slid up and Bill and I had a clear shot of her matching black thong. She stood back up and turned a little red as she handed Tara the Velveeta. Tara looked at me and grinned as she bent over to get a pan out of the cabinet. Bill and I could see her red thong as it covered her beautiful shaven pussy and disappeared between her smooth buttery ass cheeks. She stood back up and set the pan on the stove. She didn't bother pulling her skirt back down, and since it had ridden up a little when she bent over, we could just barely see the bottom of her ass cheeks. "How's the game going?" Tara asked grinning. "Uh.... Great" I said sheepishly as we went back to our card game. I had a throbbing hard on in my pants, and as I looked at Bill, I could tell he was dumbfounded. He just had this silly dumb kid grin on his face, and was squirming in his seat. John and Matt had their backs to the kitchen and were both wondering what the hell was wrong with Bill and I. For the next few minutes, Bill and I could hardly concentrate on the game, and we lost the next two hands. Erica was standing next to Tara watching her stir the cheese dip on the stove. She gave Bill an evil grin and reached over and slowly slid her fingers up the back of Tara's right leg until she just brushed the bottom of her ass cheek. Tara almost jumped out of her skirt and both women turned beet red. Tara looked over and gave me a funny look. The dip was done, so she poured it into two bowls and set one on the table for us. As she walked away, I could see that her nipples were both standing at full attention. As the girls went back down the hall, all of us were checking out their asses. We started another hand of poker, and just as I was about to win a hand, I looked up and saw Tara and Erica coming back down the hall. Tara had unbuttoned another button on her shirt, pulled up her skirt as high as possible without totally exposing herself. Erica had unbuttoned three buttons on her shirt, and had pulled her skirt up so that we could just see a little black of her thong. "We forgot our drinks." Tara exclaimed. They walked into the kitchen and each got a coke out of the fridge. Tara looked over to see if Bill and I were watching and then looked at Erica. Erica leaned over and touched her tongue to the top of Tara's breast and slowly ran it up her neck until she reached her chin, and then gave her a quick peck on the lips. Both girls blushed again and giggled a little. Bill made a little whimper noise as the girls walked by on their way back to the bedroom. Both of them were obviously turned on because their nipples looked rock hard, as was my dick. After a few more hands, Matt said that he needed to leave because he wanted to go check on Kate. He and John had come together, so John had to give him a ride home. They said their goodbyes and left Bill and I to our own devices. Tara and Erica weren't done with their movie yet, so Bill and I decided to play with my Playstation in the living room. "Where is everyone?" Tara asked as she came into the living room. "Matt and John had to leave." I replied. Tara gave me an evil grin and then turned back down the hall to the bedroom. "They are up to something evil." I joked to Bill. "Maybe Tara is giving Erica pointers on how to look sexy." Bill replied with a smile. Tara and Erica walked into the room and said that they wanted to watch a movie in the living room with us. I told Tara that it would be fine with me. She had a DVD disc in her hand, and Erica was holding several blankets. Tara walked up to the TV and got down on her knees to put in the DVD. When she bent over, her skirt slid up to expose her ass, and to my surprise, she had removed her thong. As she bent over more, I could see her exposed glistening pussy. She took her time putting in the DVD and made a point to wiggle her ass around innocently at us so that we would get a full view of her smooth shaven wet pussy lips. I looked over at Bill, and he had his hand on his crotch, rubbing his dick through his pants. "Holy shit." He whispered. Erica walked over to the middle of the living room and laid the blankets down on the floor for us to sit on. She got down on her hands and knees to straighten them out, and she had also removed her thong. We could see her wet pussy glistening in the light as she worked trying to get the blankets straight. "Damn, when die she shave it?" Bill whispered in amazement. Bill and I sat on the blanket and leaned back against the couch, and Tara and Erica turned off all the lights and came over and sat between us. Tara found the remote controllers and started the movie. I was shocked to see that they had picked out a dirty movie that we had. "I haven't ever seen a dirty movie." Erica said smiling. The first scene in the movie was of two women playing with each other. Tara had snuggled up against me, and I felt her jump a little. I looked down, and saw that Erica had placed her hand on Tara's leg, and was slowly sliding it up her inner thigh. I looked over at Bill, and he was entranced in the movie and hadn't noticed what Erica was doing. As she slowly, softly slid her fingertips up and down Tara's inner thigh Tara spread her legs open a little, and Erica moved her hand up a little higher. She lightly brushed her finger across Tara's wet excited lips, and Tara jumped and squirmed against me. I could smell the musky odor of my wife's excited pussy, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off of her. Tara turned her head and started kissing my neck, and her hand slid down my stomach and started to caress my raging hard-on through my pants. I looked over at Bill and saw that he had noticed what Erica was doing. He was rubbing his hand up and down on his pants while staring at her hand with wide eyes. Tara had spread her legs more and Erica was sliding one finger slowly in and out of Tara's pussy. I reached over and slowly unbuttoned Tara's shirt and started lightly massaging her breast though her bra. She was starting to breath hard and was gyrating her hips against Erica's fingers as she toyed with her clitoris. I whispered into Tara's ear and told her that I would enjoy it if she would touch Erica too. I looked over at Bill, and he had unzipped his pants and removed his fully erect penis. Erica was softly sliding her free hand up and down its length, and he was staring at Tara's red lacy bra. Tara reached over and slid her hand up Erica's inner thigh and placed one finger at the entrance of Erica's already wet pussy. Erica thrust herself down as Tara buried her finger into her hot sex. I reached around Tara's back and undid the latches on her bra and pushed the straps off of her shoulders. Her ample breasts slid out of her bra and I started to roll her nipple between my fingers. Erica leaned over and lightly traced little circles around her other nipple and then sucked it into her mouth. "Oh god!" Tara Moaned. Both girls stood up and stripped off each other's clothes. They got down on their knees facing each other and both looked at us and grinned. Erica pressed her body against Tara's, their tits pressing together. Tara bent her head down and started to kiss Erica's neck as her hand went down and found its way into Erica's pulsating pussy. Both of them leaned back as they fingered each other and massaged each other's nipples. Then Erica sat up and pushed Tara back until she was lying on her back on the floor. First Orgy Three-way. Menage a trois, FMF, MFM, MFMF, Four-way. Oh, heck, here we are stuck on semantics again. I call them all them an orgy: 3 or more people having sex together simultaneously, and having participated in a dozen or so, I've earned the right to call them what I want. I like the term "orgy," liked it from the first time I ever heard it and what it meant as a kid. I like the word, but I LOVE being in orgies. Yes, I love them all, but as far as I'm concerned, the more girls in an orgy, the better. It happened that there were three chicks in my very first group sex encounter--my girlfriend Leigh, her roommate Lisa, and another gal down the hall whose name was Pat. It occurred when I hitch-hiked to New Orleans to visit Leigh during Mardi Gras our freshman year in college, February 1978. It happened in her dorm room and was totally spontaneous. She, Lisa, and I had been out all day partying in the streets and decided to stay in for the evening. "Dinner" was going to be a pan of brownies with half an ounce of strong black hash baked in them. I was baking them in the oven up on the second floor of the dorm, and had to share the oven with a girl who was warming up a frozen pizza in it. I couldn't leave my wreaking-of-ganga pan, for obvious reasons, so we sat there and chatted for a while. Turns out her dorm room was just a couple doors from my girlfriend's down on the ground floor, and she knew Leigh and Lisa pretty well. Pat then told me she was that floor's Resident Advisor. Gulp. But she sure didn't seem anything like the RA back at my college dorm in Atlanta, who'd make a Prussian cavalry officer seem comparatively liberal. Her being the RA and already friends with Leigh and Lisa, coupled with the fact that she was a lot of fun and a braless big-boobed cutie wearing nothing but an oversize football jersey and maybe panties, had me inviting Pat back to my GF's dorm room. We washed down the pizza and brownies with the remainder of a huge bottle of red wine. The roomie got a bottle of prescription Placidyls--the red, round 500 mg ones--from the in-room frij and we each downed several like candy. I noted that Pat consumed not one of these Schedule II sedative-hypnotics, though she was obviously cool about them. We smoked some of the Afghani black hash from a bong, and a second huge bottle of red wine was cracked open. Our faces smeared, we got out a big bottle of baby oil to remove the colorful face make-up we'd put on that morning. That's when clothes started coming off. If you've ever been to Mardi Gras, you know that one of the chief objectives is to collect as many beads as possible as they're being hurled at you from the floats. Well, we very well may have been contenders for the most-beads status, as we had collected enough to completely cover the floor of their entire dorm room in strands of beads 3 or 4 inches deep. Her roomie Lisa had stripped all her clothes off, and covered in baby oil, was squirming about the floor on top of the beads, oooing and aaahing how great it felt. Lisa was a very cute, dark-complexioned brunette, a small-breasted, cinnamon-nippled pixie of a girl with a tiny butt, dark eyes, and a big smile. Her looks and general demeanor said, "Let's fuck!" Well, Leigh and I were already naked from the waist up from the make-up removing, so we took off our jeans and then flung our panties and under shorts up onto the ceiling light fixture to join with Lisa's already hanging there. Sitting on the dresser, Pat was laughing, slipped off her panties from beneath the long jersey, and tried over and over to toss them up onto the light. She was in hysterics, and her heaving, jiggling big boobs, still shrouded by the jersey, had me wanting to see them more than ever. I finally got the rebound and "dunked" her panties on the overhead fixture, slipping on the oily beads on the way down and crashing into the nude Leigh and Lisa. I poured out more oil onto my blonde-haired, blue-eyed girlfriend Leigh, rubbing it over her nice, rigid, pink-nippled C cups, down her sexy tummy, around her athletic buns, slim, muscular legs, and then up into her big, always-wet pussy. Across the room, I could just barely see the lips of Pat's pussy beneath the navy-blue jersey as she refilled our glasses with wine. Lisa suggested another round of Placidyls, so Pat tossed them across the room into our mouths like sea lions, and we summarily downed them, accompanied by sea mammal sound effects. Pat was obviously having a good time, but still had the jersey on and was sitting on the fringe of our naked oil party, so I had to get her involved. "Before you get all good and slippery, put Eat A Peach on the turntable, fill up the Gatling Gun bowl on the bong with that black stuff, then bring a lighter and COME ON DOWN," I said, doing my best imitation of the announcer on The Price Is Right. Pat carried out the tasks, pulled her beautiful long brown hair back into a ponytail with a rubber band, apparently doing so to keep the baby oil out of her hair--a good sign--then waded across the beads, sat down beside us Indian style, and said, "Well, hello," handing the bong to Lisa. I could now see Pat's lovely brown bush half-concealing her pussy, but she still had on that damned jersey. I wasted not a moment and pulled the top over her head. Raising her arms straight up, she made it easy. Wow! Give the best-tits-in-New Orleans award to Pat: Extra firm D-cup flesh jutting out and swooping up into dark pink, pointy nipples. Absolutely perfect boobs and dee-licious! As Lisa gurgled the bong, I poured out a gargantuan volume of baby oil on Pat's chest and massaged her truly magnificent ta-tas while Leigh slathered it over her back and the tops of her fleshy buns. After we each took another bong hit and a few gulps of wine, we're all writhing in the beads and over each other in sublimely slippery ecstasy. My rock-hard cock was slipping this way and that over the many contours of these three lovely girls as they sensuously fondled me and each other. The brownies and smoke and pills and wine and slippery nudity had combined to put us in a dreamlike state I can only describe as pure pleasure. To be honest, I do not remember everything that happened, and what I do remember I have no idea what sequence it occurred in, but I do have some very clear mental images, and I do recall that, for some reason, we had every light in that dorm room turned on. One lasting image is squeezing and sucking and generally playing a lot with Pat's boobs, even today holding a secure spot on my All-Time Ten Best Tits list. I know I must have lingered there way too long, because I remember my girlfriend and her roomie commenting, "Hey, like we like having our boobs played with too, dude." Another is when I was titty-fucking Pat as she was sitting on the floor slumped with her back against the bed. At the same time, Lisa was lying face up on that bed, her legs spread wide with her tiny buns on top of Pat's head as I went for broke eating her pussy. It tasted like marijuana! Simultaneous with this, Leigh was behind me massaging my balls as she swirled her boobs over my back and buns while grinding her pussy on the knee of Pat's outstretched leg. Another freeze-frame in my mind is all three girls side-by-side bent doggie over the edge of the tall bed, with Leigh in the middle, and I banging her while three-fingering the other two on each side. Still another unforgettable image is the three of them pulling multi-colored strands of beads all over my dick and balls as they took turns jacking and sucking me. Lisa kept complaining how bad the baby oil tasted. Leigh, the Blow-Job Queen, did most of the sucking, but I do recall one point when she and Pat were loudly simul-sucking me--lips pursed on either side of my cock, cheeks concave, and tongues working visual and tactile wonders--while Lisa nibbled on my balls and I ran both hands over their six slippery tits. Yet another mental picture is me eating Leigh's big, juicy pussy from below in a 69 as she sucked me while Lisa looked on four-finger-fucking herself before Leigh raised up, and Lisa hopped on my cock to ride it cowboy as they laughed and fondled each others boobs. I don't remember where Pat was at that juncture. I do have a faint recollection of someone knocking on the dorm door during our wild escapade and Pat leaving, but I don't know when or why she made her exit. A final memory was when I was fucking Lisa in an awkward position crossways on Leigh's bed. I was mightily sucking and chewing on her hard little brown nipples and banging her so hard that her head was pounding against the wall. The next morning when I awoke, or, to be more precise, when I came to, it was very slow and gradual. I was under the sheet with Leigh in her bed, had a hard-on, but had to pee like a muthah. I finally extracted myself without awaking her, and nude and knowing the john was at the opposite end of the hall in this girl's dorm, just whizzed in the sink. There was Lisa, lying on top of her wrecked bed, catatonic, face up, totally nude, spread-eagle, exposing her lips-flared-way-out pussy like one that had been fucked long and hard. In fact, the whole room was a wreck. What the hell had we done here last night, anyway? I was so groggy and couldn't seem to think straight. OK, reconstruct things from the beginning. I remembered baking the brownies. There, on top of the in-room frij, was the pan--empty. Shit, we had eaten a whole half ounce of kick-ass black Afghani hash in those brownies! And there was a round pan, a pizza pan. Oh yeah, the pizza we ate. Pat brought it. Oh yeah, Pat. Pat with the dynamite ta-tas! Seemed I'd had a sex dream about her, but what an incredibly real dream that was. Hmmmm. Thirsty, I opened the little frij hoping to find something to drink, as the tepid gray-brown Crescent City water just does not do it for me. I chugged down a Dixie beer, not much better, but cold. Hmm--A prescription bottle of Placidyls. Only a few left. Hadn't it been over half full yesterday? Oh yeah, we ate some of them, but that many? No wonder I was so out of it. I looked up. Ha! 3 pair of panties and my shorts were hanging from the ceiling light. I vaguely remembered some game we'd played of tossing them up there. I gazed absent-mindedly across the room. A big bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil, open, dripping, and nearly empty, on the floor. Barefoot, I walked across the beads to pick it up. I slipped and nearly fell, there was so much oil on those beads. Oh, yeah, we had been writhing around oily and naked on those beads. Yes, I definitely remembered that! I sat in the chair, also oily, and in succession did up the 5 hash hits already loaded in the Gatling Gun bowl of the bong, which was oily, as well. Ironically, that helped me to collect my wits. In the stony silence of the room, with the help of the pieces of leftover evidence, I gradually puzzled some of the previous night together, yet it still seemed dreamlike, but so real. It was just too good to be true, so I could not be 100% sure what had happened, and that bothered the living daylights out of me. I desperately wanted to talk about it I could not wait to talk it over with Leigh and Lisa, yet at the time they were as good as dead, so I scarfed down some Graham Crackers with another Dixie. Sustained a bit, I decided a good, hot shower was just what I needed to get my shit together. So, I peeked up and down the hall to make sure the coast was clear, and made a bee-line with Leigh's towel and my dob kit to the showers. I was paranoid at first--this being an all-girls dorm--but realized right away from the tomb-like silence that I was the only person awake in the entire building. So I leisurely flossed and brushed my teeth, shaved, and took a long, hot shower. Just as I got all sudsed up good, I heard a toilet flush. Shit! Someone had come in! Hopefully she would just use the bathroom and leave, but I turned my soapy back to the shower entrance just in case. If anyone came in, she would hopefully just think I was a girl--a very tall girl with hairy legs--and pay me no mind. Well, next thing I know, I hear the shower at the end of my row blast on and a "Mornin'." In my best effeminate Southern drawl, I managed my own, "Mawanin'," careful to keep my back turned with plenty of soap and shampoo suds streaming down my back side to hopefully camouflage my maleness. Her water kept running and running and running. Was she ever going to finish? Then I thought I'd take just a quick peek at her over my shoulder. She might be a hottie, you never know, so I held up the shampoo bottle to partially block my face and took a fast glance. Well I'll be dog-gone! It was Pat! I'd recognize those breasts anywhere. I said hi and walked over to her. At first she was startled and covered herself with her arms, but when she realized it was me, she looked around the corner, dropped her arms, smiled, and asked, "So what are you doing up so early?" I explained that I am just an early riser and was really glad it was she who came in, staring unflenchingly at her wonderful, soapy boobs, as I wanted to discuss what happened last night with her. "You are a gentleman, and I am a lady, as well as the vice president of Chi Omega and this floor's RA, right?" she said. "Y...y...yes," I stammered. She continued, "Accordingly, we ate a pizza and some scrumptious brownies, drank a little bit of wine with your girlfriend and her roommate, and a good time was had by all, correct?" "Well, yeah, but it's that 'good time had by all' part that I wanted to delve into, Pat." "Listen, the Resident Director--look up "bitch" in Webster's and her picture's there--will be making her morning rounds in just a few minutes, so you better get your cute butt back to Leigh's room out of sight before she makes mincemeat out of that," Pat instructed, looking down at my soapy half-hard shaft, then giving it a few strokes to bring him to full attention, before giving my ass a brisk slap. Staring at her perfect tits and cavernous cleavage, I recalled his pleasant visit the night before to her land-between-the-boobs. Then Pat suddenly turned the showerhead onto me, and said, "You better hurry up and get the hell out of here!" I quickly rinsed, wrapped the towel around me, grabbed my dob kit, and skidaddled with haste. Just as I was about to walk out, she stepped out of the shower into full view, still slippery with soap and shampoo. "To answer your question, I will say it was a superb pizza, with plenty of hard pepperoni, though quite oily, " she said, sensuously biting her lip while smoothing one hand over those fantastic tits, tweaking the nipples, and diddling her pussy with the other hand. With that image permanently etched in memory, I forced myself to go, after checking the hall to make sure it was clear When I returned to the room, Lisa was sitting upright naked in her bed doing a bong, and Leigh was inspecting her pussy. I noticed a big knot and a clot of dried blood on Lisa's head and asked her if she'd fallen out of the bed or something. "No, that's where you banged my head against the wall while fucking the shit out of me. See the blood on the wall over there?" I apologized, but she said not to worry about it, that it was well worth the good, long, hard fuck. "I guess that's why they call it 'banging,'" I lamely joked. Leigh scooted over to the edge of her bed and noticed the prominent bulge beneath her wet towel wrapped tightly around me. I did not judge it wise to mention the incident in the shower with Pat that had precipitated this erection. I blurted out, "Would someone PLEASE tell me exactly what happened last night?!" Lisa exhaled the hash smoke, Leigh combed dried cum from her pubic hair, and they answered, in unison, "We had an orgy." Among the three of us, we were able to reconstruct pretty much the whole evening. Some of it I remember vividly, much of it hazily, and parts of which I have no recollection at all. I don't remember fucking Pat, and Leigh and Lisa didn't mention it, so I don't think I ever had actual intercourse with her. But I got plenty of pussy from the roommates. Of course, having eaten Pat out, played with and titty-fucked those magnificent orbs, and gotten hand- and blow-jobs from her, I cannot really say I felt deprived! Merely talking about what we recalled from the night before while naked in the same room with Leigh and Lisa that morning got us all turned on, and, inevitably, led to Orgy Number Two. Only Pat wasn't there that time. Too bad! First Orgy Seeing all this pushed me over the edge. I stood up and dropped my shorts and underwear to the floor and sat back down. I slowly ran my hand up and down my hard shaft until I almost lost it several times. Erica had moved so that she was on top of Tara. She licked and sucked her tits and then slowly traced little circles with her tongue down Tara's stomach until she had reached her belly button. She sat up and pushed Tara's legs apart and slowly ran her tongue around Tara's well-lubricated pussy lips. Tara was lustfully looking at me and then closed her eyes and moaned as Erica entered her pussy with her probing tongue. Bill got on his knees behind Erica and slowly ran his fingers around her ass. He slowly slid his hand between her legs and started to massage her clitoris. She started moving in a rhythm with his hand, pressing her face hard against Tara's pussy. Tara was now moaning loudly and bucking and jerking against Erica's face. She clamped her thighs around Erica's head as she lost total control in a wild orgasm. Tara sat up and told Erica to lie on her back. Erica turned over and did as she said. Tara bent down and started to suck on Erica's writhing pussy. Bill leaned over and started sucking on Erica's right nipple and rolling her left nipple between his fingers. I could hear sucking and slurping sounds as Tara forced her tongue in and out of Erica's dripping pussy. I moved up behind Tara and pressed my hard throbbing cock against her quivering pussy lips. She pushed back hard against me, engulfing my cock into her pulsating pussy all the way up to my balls. I could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing my dick and pulsating around me as she started to shiver. Erica started shaking and screaming as she had an orgasm. I could feel her quivers and convulsions through Tara's pussy as Tara pressed her face harder into her pussy. After Erica had rested for a minute, both girls sat up on their knees facing each other and pressed their tits together. I slid up behind Tara and slowly pressed my dick into the depths of her very moist pussy. Bill had also entered Erica. I wrapped my arms around Tara as I slowly moved in and out of her and lightly ran my fingers up her stomach to her heaving breasts. I took both of her nipples in my fingers and started squeezing them until they were rock hard. Then I took Erica's nipples and squeezed them. Tara jerked a little, and I looked down to see Bill's hands massaging her breasts. Tara and Erica leaned against each other and started to kiss one another. I started to thrust harder as Tara started to moan and shake. All four of us had an orgasm at the same time, and we collapsed in a heap of sweat and shaking bodies. We all just lay there for a while with the blanket wrapped around us until I felt a hand on my dick and realized that I was getting hard again. Tara sat up and pulled off the blanket. I looked down and was surprised to see Erica's hand wrapped around my cock. She sat up and put both hands on it and started sliding them up and down and squeezing it at the same time. She bent over and licked the tip and then sat back up and kissed Tara. Then to my amazement, Tara and Erica both bent over and started taking turns sucking my hard throbbing cock and lightly caressing my balls with their fingers. I got up on my knees and looked down at them both sucking my cock in earnest. It only took about two minutes until I couldn't take any more. I pulled out of Tara's mouth and shot hot cum all over both of their tits. They sat up and wiped each other off with one of the blankets. Tara looked over at Bill who had a big smile on his face as he played with himself. She slid over in front of him and placed her mouth on his cock and slowly slid her lips up and down his shaft. When she pulled off, Erica took his entire length into her mouth and started to move her head up and down his dick. They took several turns each on his dick until he finally came all over their tits. I lost it again just watching them. We let Bill and Erica use the shower to clean up, and they came out in their clothes again. We told them that we had had a very interesting evening and had had fun. They said that we would definitely have to plan a repeat performance, and that maybe we could go out of town together. After they had left, Tara and I got into the shower. I slowly lathered soap all over Tara's wet body and played my fingertips around her slick soapy nipples until they turned hard again. Tara turned around and put her hands on the shower wall. "I want you to fuck me again!" She said lustfully. I entered her from behind, and thrust in earnest until we both had incredible orgasms. We finished washing each other off, and then went to bed naked and fell asleep in each other's arms. First Outdoor Fuck Sat in my office with nothing to do was making me tired there was no customers to serve which was slowly driving me mad, what was worse was the hot weather outside which always makes me horny, knowing I had all my girly clothes in the boot of my car was making my cock twitch in my cheap nylon work trousers. Opening up my laptop I connected to the internet and started cruising some of the swingers sites of which I am a paid up member, soon enough I had a few guys checking out my profile but most claimed to be straight or could not accommodate which was always an issue. Browsing my friends list I came across a young ish guy called Marc, he wasn't really my normal type but he had always been friendly and polite when we mailed. Dropping him a online message using my fem name asking... "Hey Marc, I am desperately in need of a fuck tonight...Do you fancy meeting me? Lisa xx" Still getting random messages from guys some being nice and friendly and some just timewasters I thought oh well not going to happen tonight and even put on my online status that I could no longer be bothered to meet. Within seconds I had a message from Marc and as we got chatting I found myself sitting feeling horny as hell, telling Marc I needed some action badly he agreed we could meet but not accommodate as he was also in a shared house and his flat mates would be home. Feeling disappointed at the fact I had been let down again Marc mailed me a second time telling me he knew several spots where we could go have some fun, the nerves started to get the better of me and as I thought about it more and more I decided I just could not do it. Sitting and still chatting with another guy I already knew trying to convince him to come meet me he just dropped offline and again I started to think about some outdoor action. I had never considered having sex outside for fear of being caught or someone I knew as a guy being out and seeing me dressed, these kind of thoughts always ruined my nights and with all the guys who have told me I look convincing I should just do it but I never feel I look as good as I could. Mailing Marc back we got chatting again and I agreed to pick him up from a local park at around 10pm, sending me his number I quickly saved it into my mobile and told him I would be offline until we met. Expecting a message back saying Ok I got nothing in fact he just logged off so I was not sure he would even be there to meet me. Closing down my systems at work around half past nine I knew I would be cutting it close but a woman's right is to be late is it not. Once I had everything sorted I slipped into my finest fully fashioned lace top stockings only to ladder one of them and then search through my bag for another one, finding one that was similar I knew it would be fine as we would dark out anyway. Sliding on my 4 and a half inch heels and pulling my corset into place suddenly made me not so tired anymore but more aroused than ever as I tried to hide away my rapidly hardening 8 inches between my thighs as I pulled my panties into place. Completely forgetting that I had not yet douched I had to make a visit over to the toilet block and now I was near enough dressed all be it with no make up or wig or clothing for that matter I had to do it, sliding into my clingy little black dress I intended to wear and throwing on my wig without any make up or proper dressing I must have looked a right state. Filling my douche with warm water and finding my bottle of squirty lube I headed off to the ladies toilets and eased the douche into my anus filling my butt with the warm water the whole time thinking what if someone comes in or someone see's me dressed. Fortunately as I opened the cubicle door and then the one leading back to the public areas there was no one around at all and hoping it was going to stay that way for the next 30 seconds or so I bolted as fast as I could in my heels back to the relative warmth and comfort of my office. Once I got back into the office I finally had chance to apply some make up and fix my wig into place I brushed it into style taking my time to make sure it made me look totally feminine, tottering into the staff room and checking myself out in the long mirror I turned just to make sure my tight little mini dress looked as good as it could. Wearing my clingy lace and lycra mini dress with stockings and 4 and a half inch open toe satin stilettos I was turning myself on but with my makeup and shoulder length raven black wig gave me a truly and ever so slightly slutty but fuckable look, along with my corset pulling in my waist I felt totally feminine and did look passable. Tottering out to my car to put my laptop and bag back into the boot or trunk as you americans call it, suddenly it hit me I had not paused the cctv system in our office so they will have seen me going into the staff room as a guy and coming out fully feminised. There was nothing I could do about it or so I thought as I worked out how to rewind the recording and then tape over it and claim we had a power cut or something, I just hoped it didn't back up to another system I was unaware of. Trying to forget about it and concentrate on getting to my meet I quickly locked up and set the alarm system before trying to run to my car in my heels, jumping into the car and turning the key the time appeared on the clock and it was already just before 10pm and I had 2 or 3 miles to drive through town. Taking my heels off and replacing them with my trainers I was soon flying through the town and I managed to make it to the point where I was to meet Marc by ten past and there was no sign of him, first I tried to ring with no joy so I decided to send a text and as soon as it was sent I received a text back saying give me 5 minutes hun. Sat in the car in the pitch black of the park was bad enough but with all the people who kept walking past my drivers side window was making me nervous so sending another text to Marc asking where he was he replied saying I am here and as I looked in my rear view mirror I saw him walking up the parks access road. Standing looking at his mobile I flashed my headlights quickly so he knew where I was, as he opened the door and stepped in I thought again that he really was not my type, but he was a fuck and that is all I needed. Wasting no time he put his hand between my thighs and began to play with me through my lace panties making me open my legs wider for him as I put my hand into his trousers and began to massage his cock which turned out to be a lot larger than I had expected, in his pictures he didn't look that big but as he pulled his rapidly stiffening prick from his flies he was a good 8 inches but very thick with a bulbous bell end. Quickly playing with him he asked if I would suck him off but I didn't want to risk it in such a public area so suggested we go to a local gay cruising area and play there, tucking his cock back Into his trousers Marc agreed and we made our way to the library car park overlooking the beaches and woodland where all the guys used to cruise and fuck in the darkness of the woods. Pulling into the car park there was a lot of people around and as I slipped my trainers off to replace them with my stilettos Marc commented on how hot my legs looked in sheer fully fashioned stockings and my heels, wanting to get out of the car I was unsure with all the people around and convinced Marc to let me suck him off in the car. Pulling out his already stiff cock I soon had my long hair draping across his groin as I took his thick bell end between my lips for the first time, he tasted so good I soon found myself taking his shaft inch by inch into my throat and almost swallowing all of his extra thick cock. The whole time Marc was rubbing at my cock straining against the tight lacey panties I had on and knowing I needed some sucking too I flicked my panties to one side as I sat up and released my own 8 inches. Asking Marc to suck me he said nothing as I laid back and enjoyed having my girly prick sucked, to be honest he was not very good at it and he soon tired of it and went back to sitting side by side wanking each other off. I was still gagging to be fucked but as nerves had set in I didn't want to be seen so as several guys had been watching from a distance I decided we would go elsewhere, attempting to drive in stilettos was a new thing for me and it turned out to be a lot easier than I had first thought. Turning out onto the main road I asked Marc where he thought we should go and after driving past a innocent looking road he said turn round girl and go up there, turning around where I could we pulled into this quiet residential road and then Marc told me to turn left into what looked like a closed down car park. Driving into the rutted entrance I recognised it from when I was younger and going there with family for visits to the beaches but now the car park had been shut for years it was overgrown with trees and bushes and felt perfect for some outdoor fun. Driving into the darkness of the deserted car park I hit the button for my front fog lights just to give me some extra idea of where to go but as Marc guided me towards the top of the site I saw a clearing just large enough to slide my car into, pulling up I gingerly stepped out of the car and had to catch my balance on my heels due to all the broken road surface and roots of the trees all over the place. Standing beside my drivers side door Marc rounded the car and put his hands around my waist and began to kiss my made up lips telling me how fucking hot I looked and how he was going to fill me with his spunk, with both of us getting seriously turned on I slid my panties to one side and Marc went straight down and gave me a long wet blow job resulting in me cumming my load into his mouth and down his chin into his goatee beard. Standing up again Marc just looked straight at me as he released his cock from his trousers not saying a word as I went to suck his fat cock, slowly lapping at the already wet bell end teasing his pre cum into my mouth he suddenly said that's it babe now I really want that tight little butt of yours. Taking my hand and leading me around to the front of the car Marc bent me over the bonnet which was lovely and warm, pulling my mini dress up around my waist and pulling my panties aside he burried his tongue into my tight little anus lapping at it like a juicy wet pussy making me squirm with pleasure as I felt his tongue piercing flick across my soon to be fucked hole, pushing two of his thick fingers into me I had to clench my teeth as my extra tight boy pussy was opened up. Feeling him rubbing his thick cock against my arse as he finger fucked me felt amazing and soon without knowing I was begging him to fuck me hard and deep, wasting no time I felt the cold of the lube being spread over my anus and then another big load of lube being massaged into my tight fuck hole. Enjoying Marc's fingers was good enough for me but as I felt his thick bell end pushing at my tight hole I once again had to clench my teeth, with no poppers to relax me and Marc's girth I struggled to let him inside me, letting him know it was too much for me he said wait a second hun and greased his entire shaft in lube and offered it to me again. This time I felt my anal muscles relaxing and giving way to the thick cock that was entering me but as he got his bell end inside me it hurt like fire rushing through my groin and as I struggled with the pain Marc had obviously had enough and wanted to get inside me deep as he slammed all of his 8 plus inches inside me making me scream in pain, holding it deep inside me so I could relax onto his fat prick was an effort and as I tried a unmarked police car with two officers drew up alongside. Nothing was said for a moment but they just looked with that look of are you ok, I nodded at the driver and they slowly pulled off but only a few metres in case I changed my mind I guess. Either that or the local police like watching Tgirls getting fucked in the woods. Now feeling much more relaxed I pushed back into Marc all the way down to his balls and with that he started to fuck me with nice long strokes occasionally ramming his huge cock back inside me so I got a full hit from him, I was in Tgirl heaven as I felt this guy who I didn't even fancy fucking the arse off of me in the woods late at night. Feeling Marc building momentum and slapping his balls against my arse I made sure I gave him all the pleasure I could and began to moan softly then beg him to screw me full of his cum as he began to slam into me hard and fast I looked over into the trees and saw we had a spectator, standing there was a guy in his 40's I would guess with his cock out wanking as he watched us having a fuck. This just set me off into full on slut mode and as I told Marc to fuck me and give the guy a show the other guy walked closer and as he did I saw him nursing his rock hard cock too, enjoying the thick cock up my arse I started to tease this new guy and talk dirty to the pair of them. Now standing at the side of my car this other guy was obviously enjoying his wank as he watched me being used hard by my chosen cock for the night, knowing Marc did not have long left in me I felt his thick cock throbbing all the way from the base as he pushed deep as he could inside me one more time. Feeling his balls smash into my butt I felt Marc lock up and his cock spasm hard 2 or 3 times deep inside me, now he wasn't so big I thought quietly as he slid out and pulled a couple of paper towels from his pocket to clean himself and my butt. Still looking at the other guy I asked do you want to fuck me now but as the words left my mouth he shot his load all over his hand and wandered off back into the darkness of the woods without saying a word, standing back up and kissing Marc he said you get a few voyeurs up here at night and I expect you just made his night babe. Getting back into the car and driving Marc back to his place I felt his still warm spunk slowly dribbling out of my butt into my panties and I knew I had been well and truly cum dumped, dropping Marc off he asked if we could go out again sometime and after the fuck he had given me I agreed but since then we have never again met and I have never again been out to the woods. So if you are ever in the woods and you see a slim dark haired tranny being used on the bonnet of her car just think, it could be me... xxx