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Floating

By: Exogenous



Floating. Sun shining down on my body, penetrating my skin, warming my topside, the water keeping my backside cool. Water slipping up and down my neck, tickling my ears, as I dip and slightly sway on the surface. I roll over, face down, eyes open, gazing down below. The sun’s rays reverberating through the water, shimmering on the sky blue bottom of the pool. I briefly wonder what sound it would make if I could hear the dancing reflections, perhaps as a soft wind chime. Tilting my head up and to the side I inhale deeply, then face down again as I raise one arm up and over, slicing into the water in front of me, pulling down and back. Then the other arm repeating the motion. My arms moving in sequence, pulling me through the water. My legs cutting like scissors, propelling me forward. The soft splashes of my limbs working through the water are muffled as I tilt my head up and sideways to pull in more air. My body is a machine overcoming the environment in which it floats.

My heart pumps faster, harder. I can hear the beat like a cadence setting my pace. The blood flows smooth and quick, rushing the oxygen to the fibers strung between my bones. The energy my body commands leaves me feeling empowered, all controlling. I can skim through this water, I can fly, I can be free and weightless, I can swirl and spin so gracefully.

As I turn for one, last lap, my thoughts focus on you. I want to sink into you. I want to swim in you. I want to be self-confident and graceful with you. I want your heartbeat to be the cadence that sets our pace. I climb out of the pool and stroll towards the patio, dark, curved imprints of my wet soles trailing behind me. I lay on a chaise lounge, letting the sun warm me, feeling little drops of water spill over my curves to fall to the ground. I can feel the water evaporate from my skin as a breeze carries the moisture away. I hear music coming from the house, a plaintive violin solo of Vivaldi, sweet and calming. I wonder what you are doing in the house, hoping you are looking out and see me, lying here, as the sun warms my naked flesh.

A shadow falls across my closed eyelids. I can feel you standing there; I can feel you looking at me, your eyes taking in every inch revealed. You are just enjoying the scene, letting it soak into your memory for later contemplation. You wonder if I have fallen asleep and wish you could touch me without waking me. You wonder what it would be like to experience love with me in a dream state. Your gaze wanders up and down, resting on my full breasts, my pink, erect nipples, then up to my face, my soft lips in a quiet smile.

You pull a chair close to me and sit, just watching me. You can’t help but grin in amusement, wondering how long I’m going to lie there without acknowledging you. You wonder how long you can sit there and not touch me. You’re curious if my secret place is wet. I seem to ignore your presence, off in my own world. You are aroused, thinking of your desires with me, wondering what is drifting through my mind. I open my eyes very slightly as the sun is so bright, and watch you through my lashes. You lean back and smile, I’m not fooling you.

I relent and reach out, resting my hand on your knee. You trace the back of my hand with your fingers, then turn it over, following the lines of my palm. You raise my hand to your lips and kiss my palm, then softly suck each finger, your tongue swirling down then back up. Your fingertips trace up my arm and skim over one of my breasts to circle and tease my nipple. My eyes remain closed, but my lips are slightly parted. Your hand cups my breast, just holding and feeling the shape for a moment. You lean down and flick my nipple with the tip of your tongue. I remain still, but it is a struggle. As you kiss my breast your hand moves to the other, caressing, teasing. Then you suddenly stop and I hear the scraping of your chair on the cement as you push it back. Silence follows and I want to open my eyes, but I’m anticipating what will happen next.

I lie there for several moments but there is nothing. I no longer feel your presence and finally open my eyes to find I am alone. I briefly wonder if I was dreaming, the chair is even back in its original place. But my breasts are tingling, my heart is racing, my breath is quickened. A dream that stirred my desire. I can still hear music. My curiosity aroused, I get up and stroll into the house. It seems empty, slightly eerie, as I wander from the kitchen to the living room. As I walk down the hall it seems as if the house is deserted. I anticipate you will jump out at me, or I’ll find you lying on the bed, but you are nowhere. I begin to think perhaps it really was a dream after all.

I raise my hands to my breasts, my nipples are still hard. I’m feeling hot and eager to fulfill my desire. I cautiously enter the bedroom, believing you will be there, but it is empty. I lie on the bed and play with my breasts for a while, thinking of your hot mouth, your tongue teasing my nipples, sucking and licking. Reaching down between my legs I slowly stroke the lips of my tender, wet sex. Sliding my fingers into my pussy I move them in and out a few times then slip up to my clit, teasing, then sliding up and down my vulva, spreading my silky wetness. All the while pinching and pulling my nipples with my other hand.

Oh, how I wish you were there, doing this to me. I imagine you sitting above me, holding my hands over my head in one of your hands, sucking my tits, playing with my pussy with your other hand. I can almost feel your hardness pressing against my leg. I’m so hungry for you! Then I hear movement but I don’t look around. I realize you have been watching me from the master bathroom and don’t want you to know I’m aware of you. I’m excited at the thought of you watching me masturbate. 

“Look at you, you can’t even wait for me. Now just listen and do as I say, or move the way I guide you, but keep your eyes closed. Don’t speak unless you are asked a question.” Your voice is soft but commanding. You move to the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs wider while you play with yourself, I want to see.” I’m happy to oblige, slightly tilting my pelvis up for you. You watch for several moments. “Stop. Put your arms straight out to the sides of the bed and don’t move.”

I hear you moving around me and look up but you put your hand over my eyes. “Did I not just tell you to keep your eyes closed? Do I have to blindfold you?”

“I promise, Sir, I’ll be good and do as you say,” I whisper.

“Now I’ll have to think on how to punish you for that little indiscretion.” I listen as you undress. I hear the drawer of the bedside table opening and items being placed on top of the table. I’m trembling from apprehension, struggling not to say a word and plea with you not to punish me. “Get up and bend over the bed. I’m going to be lenient this time because you are inexperienced. But I don’t want you to make me waste time having to stop and punish you. Because each time you misbehave I’ll have to be more firm with you, do you understand?”

I reluctantly slide off the bed, mindful to keep my eyes closed. “Yes, I understand, Sir.” I lay over the bed, my stomach tight, feeling scared. Snap! I grunt as I feel your crop whip my right ass cheek. The sting burns its way across my whole cheek and tingles up into my back. Another hard slap and I try hard not to cry out. I have to force myself to stay still and not jerk out of the way. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and grit my teeth, determined not to let you see my distress. You are indeed lenient and stop after ten. My bottom is a cris-cross of burning lines. I can’t help the tears that escape as I try to regain control of myself.

“Now, get back into position and let’s continue, shall we? Let me show you how I love you. Just as I have to punish you, I want to give you pleasure even more.” You help arrange my arms out straight and legs spread wide apart. 

You caress my full breast in your palm and lightly kiss my nipple. But then there is a sharp pinch as you place a nipple clasp on, then one on my other nipple. I gasp at the pain concentrated in my sensitive buds. There is a chain attached to both clasps and you gently tug, slightly increasing the sensation. “Remember, you will keep your arms out to the sides. If you cannot do that then I’ll have to bind your wrists to the bedposts.” You’re excited by the thought of me concentrating on your commands as you play and seduce me to distraction. You tug the chain again, pulling a little harder. I moan loudly and arch my back, trying to move in the direction the chain is being pulled. “I didn’t say you could move, lie flat, now.” As I straighten you hold the chain, pulling my nipples and the feeling is burning, but strangely arousing. You lean near my face and whisper next to my ear, “That’s going to cost you, you know.”

“Hmmm…what shall I do with you?” You move to the end of the bed and caress my feet. At first I pull away, you know I hate my feet being touched. But your grasp is strong and you lift one foot up and kiss the sole, then suck on my toes. It’s almost too much. Yet it somehow feels both annoying and good at the same time! Then you move to my other foot. I groan and try to pull my foot away. I gasp as I feel a sudden stinging slaps on my calf from your crop. “I told you, you will be good. You are mine to do with as I please. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand. I’ll try to behave for you!”

“No, you will not try, you will do so. I know you can do it.”

You rest my foot on the bed and spread my legs apart but keep them straight at the knees. Walking around to the side of the bed you reach out and tug on the chain again, then slap the side of my breast. I wince at the hot sting but suddenly feel you kissing where you just slapped, and licking, sucking. “You taste so good. I love the feel of your skin against my tongue. I want to eat you up!” You take one clasp off and I gasp at the feeling of the blood rushing back into my nipple. It throbs as you suck on it, pulling and softly biting. I moan and push up against your face. Then you replace the clasp and pull twice. You smile, enjoying watching me struggle to keep still.

Your fingers trace the inside of my thighs, close to my pussy, taunting me. You slip your fingers from my vagina to my clit. Then you bring your fingers to my mouth, pressing them to my lips. “Suck my fingers and taste your own nectar,” you command as you slide them into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around your two fingers, enjoying licking and sucking them clean. “How do you taste, today? Sweet and juicy? I’m sure I’m going to have to find out, sooner or later.” Then there is silence. There is stillness. I’m wondering what is going to happen, a little scared. But there is nothing. You have left me there. I can hear muffled sounds but I’m not sure which room you went to, the bedroom door must be closed. I cannot do anything but lie there and wait. I’m feeling a little cold now. But I keep my eyes closed and my body spread eagle on the bed. I want to be perfect for you, to have you find me just as you left me.

It seems as if hours have passed, the waiting is a torment. As I lie there I recall the luscious things we have done together. I ponder what you will do now, how you will tease me. I fantasize of where you will touch me, kiss me, of how you will lick me, suck me. I think of your hard cock, of you tracing my lips with the head then softly fucking my mouth. I imagine my tongue circling around your shaft, sucking and biting your entire cock, feeling your balls against my chin. And all the while not being allowed to touch you with my hands. I can feel my juices trickling from my pussy, my entire sex, inside and out just throbbing! I’m squirming a bit, with all these images running through my mind. I think that when you come back, at the first word out of your mouth, I will orgasm, I’m so hot, so hungry! I moan and pull my legs up to my stomach, I ache for you! I almost shout for you, beg you to please come back!

I hear the door opening and quickly straighten my legs. I don’t want to disappoint you! I want to be good for you! You come in and sit next to me on the bed. I hear music drifting into the room. I smile, thinking how sweet you are to play my favorite classical CD. “You looked flushed, my Dear! Have you been naughty or merely thinking of it? The sheet looks slightly crumpled around your legs.”

“Oh, God” I whimper, realizing I moved when I was told not to. Impatience at this command nearly causes me to say something I might have been sorry for. I feel irritated and sigh heavily. “I promise I didn’t play. But I couldn’t help it – I ache and I pulled my legs up together,” my voice is soft but strained.

“You ache? Where do you ache?”

“Between my legs.”

“Be specific, describe it,” you say as your hand rubs up and down my thigh. You lightly brush against my pubic mound. This only serves to aggravate me more.

“Oh…” I sigh in hesitancy, uncomfortable. I don’t know which is worse, having to verbally describe what I feel or the aching of unfulfilled arousal! I cry out as you pull hard on my chain.

“Tell me! You must learn to answer me!” You’re down by my face, your lips to my ear, your voice soft yet fierce.

“Oh! My pussy, Sir! It aches so badly! I yearn for your touch, please!” Tears slip out from my closed eyelids, sliding down my temples. My nipples are throbbing in rhythm with my pussy now. I’m fighting the urge to slap your hand away from my chain and wanting to reach down to masturbate.

You gently wipe my tears away, “It’s all right, my Dear. Just relax. I’ll give your pussy the attention you deserve very soon.” Your hand cups one of my breasts then slides down my arm to my hand. You move my hand to your cock, hard as a rock. “Stroke me, slowly now.” I obey, wrapping my fingers around your shaft, sliding up and down, enjoying the hard thickness. I can barely stand the wait for you to fuck me with your long shaft! “Wouldn’t you like to feel that inside you? Wouldn’t you like me to thrust that in and out of your hungry pussy?” You taunt me. I continue to stroke you, concentrating on keeping it slow and keeping my body still, my other arm and my legs straight out. It’s so difficult not to squirm! I’m wondering why you are being so patient with me. Is this the calm before the storm? My stomach is a knot of anxiety, anticipating when and how I will be punished for my transgressions.

“Answer me; when I ask you a question I expect an answer.” Your voice brings my focus back to you.

“Yes Sir, I want to feel you fill me up!” My face flushes pink and you smile, caressing my cheek, tracing my lips with your fingers. You slip a finger into my mouth and I play with it, roll my tongue around it, suck on it. Oh, why won’t you give me your beautiful cock to suck?! The pain in my pussy is driving me to distraction making it difficult to concentrate on what is expected of me. I can barely think of speaking with the rush of excitement and all these sensations.

You pull your hand away from my face and I can hear ice clinking in a glass. As you take a drink of your water I feel cold drops of liquid hitting my flesh, along my breasts and down my stomach. You move down, taking the clips off my nipples and gently sucking each one, sometimes biting, but the coldness of your mouth is soothing. I wince and try hard to stay still; I want to pull your face down and bury it between my breasts! You pull my hand from your cock and move it to the side of the bed, so I am again spread out. It’s so difficult to keep my eyes closed! I want to see you, look into your eyes, see your face, your cock. I feel your fingertips trace from my temple to my chin, across my lips.

“Open your eyes,” you whisper, as if reading my mind. I do so and squint, refocusing. It’s gotten darker, the sun is setting. “Look at me. I want to see you looking at me, I want to see that you understand. Do you trust me? I will never do you harm. I will only treat you well, out of love. Even if it seems a painful thing, it will be good. I only want our pleasure, together. Do you understand? I want to bring you to the utmost pleasure and I want to be there with you, share it with you. Will you do that with me?” Your eyes are bright, you smile so warm and sweet. I wish you would kiss me right now!

“Yes Sir, I trust you. I want to share everything with you. I want to give myself to you!” My heart is racing at the realization of what I am saying, I want to release my control to you, but I still have apprehension as to the deeper meaning of it all.

“Then be careful of what I’m saying, pay attention. Again, close your eyes. If you cannot obey that command I will have to blindfold you. Remember to keep your arms and legs out, unless I give you permission to do otherwise.”

As I close my eyes I hear you open the drawer of the bedside table. I wonder why I did not take the opportunity to sneak a peek at the items I heard you put out a while ago! You place a pillow under my hips as you move down between my legs. I feel a light, feather-like touch on my vulva. Your tongue flirts with my supple lips. Your fingers part my lips and you softly blow on my pussy. I groan in hot agony, not being able to move! Then I feel a coldness between my buttocks. You squirt some lubricant on my anus, working it around and into me with your finger…oh! I want to move! Please let me move against you! I gasp as you slip in a butt plug, at first slim but the further you push, the larger it gets. I moan softly as I feel the flair at the bottom slide in, settling inside me. “You are so well behaved! You mind your manners very well.” You lean down and kiss me, your tongue slipping into my mouth, exploring. I reciprocate, playing with your tongue. You tease my nipples between your fingertips, pinching and twisting. “You have done so well. You may move, you may respond. But make sure you keep that plug inside you! And keep your hands out; don’t touch yourself and don’t touch me, unless I say it’s ok.” I writhe and squirm a bit. I sigh and moan. “Open your eyes. I want you to see what we will do.”

You straddle me and push your cock to my lips, slipping your hard shaft into my mouth. I suck hard. My tongue swirls around as you slide in and out. “You can use your hands right now, only on my cock and balls.” I moan, so grateful to touch you with my mouth and hands. I reach up and slide my fingers around your balls, massaging, teasing, feeling their shape. My lips slip up and down your shaft, I love the shape of you! My teeth lightly scrape along your cock, you moan and grasp either side of my head and begin to pump faster. You pull out and push my breasts together, slipping your hard rod in between and fucking my tits. You sigh heavily as your hot cum squirts all over my neck and breasts.

You get up off the bed and place the nipple clips back on me. Then you roll me onto my stomach moving the pillow beneath my stomach to raise my ass up. “Oh, that felt so good, my Dear. You did well. But we must address your disobedience a while ago; when you tried to pull your foot away, also arched your back after I’d told you not to move, then pulled your legs together while I was gone. I’m going to let you feel the consequence. Keep your arms spread, don’t move!” I feel something flat sliding across my ass, smooth and caressing. As soon as I realize what it is, I feel the first sting as you slap the leather paddle hard across my right cheek. I gasp in surprise as the pain flashes through me. Seconds later my left cheek is treated to a whack and now both my cheeks are hotly tingling. I feel a blush heating my face, feeling slightly indignant at this treatment. I squirm my hips and moan.

“Yes, you can buck and squirm but you cannot get away from my paddle!” You softly say, your words spoken lovingly as you give me a third hard slap, then continue – alternating sides and areas of my ass. It’s all I can do not to reach my hands back to instinctively protect myself! I try not to cry out, but I can’t help it, an involuntary grunt or groan emerges. I’m moving my ass, not sure if it’s to help you or get away from you. My ass cheeks feel as if they are on fire and I begin to cry. Each time you spank me it jars my butt plug sending tingling sensations deeper inside. My nipples are burning, my pussy is so wet, my ass full with the plug! I’m caught between being dismayed at my body’s reaction to your “attentions” and being thoroughly aroused. Oh, I’m so ready to orgasm I can barely stand it!


Floating



“Please! May I ask you…” I’m panting, so hot…ready to beg!

You stop spanking me, “What? Say it!”

“Oh, please, Sir! Fuck me! Please let me come! Please, please?!”

“Where would you like me to fuck you?” you calmly ask as you lightly rub my bright, red ass with your hand. After such a hard spanking you can feel the heat emanating from my skin.

“My pussy! Just please, let me feel you inside me, filling me up. Let me come all over your cock! Oh, I’m begging you.” I gasp between sobs.

You pull my hips up so I’m on my knees and I fold my arms under my chest, trying to avoid pulling the chain of my nipple clamps; my nipples are extremely tender.

I feel your mouth on my pussy, licking and sucking, slipping all around my clit, into my vagina. I push back against your mouth. I cannot help the groans from deep in my throat. You feel me tensing up, “No, you cannot come until I say so!” You continue the sweet torture, licking me up and down, fast and furious. I’m panting, trying to concentrate on my breathing to keep from climaxing.

I cry out as you pull away from my aching pussy. I’m so close to the edge, wanting to go, yet, wanting to obey…it’s like a tornado whipping between my sex and my mind! I moan as you pull the butt plug out of me. You kneel behind me and lubricate your cock with my pussy juices, teasing me with the crown of your shaft. Then you plunge in, hard and deep. As your thick cock slowly strokes my vaginal walls you reach down and tease my clit. It’s such a relief to feel you inside me, filling me up! I’m crying and moaning, bouncing my ass back against you. Oh! The tension is building, my muscles tightening like a stretched rubber band.

“Please…let me come! Please!” I’m begging.

“Soon, not yet!” you respond and begin to thrust faster. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock, oh.” You grunt, banging so hard against me I can feel your balls slapping me. “All right my love, now!” You moan as you shoot your cum deep into me. You can feel my pussy pulsing with each wave of my orgasm. I moan loudly and laugh, I am so overwhelmed by the sensations from my toes to my scalp. Your big, hard cock dancing inside me, my pussy throbbing, my heart pounding! It’s so glorious!

We collapse and you slip your cock out, but still pressed against me. I nuzzle my ass back against you as you reach around and remove the nipple clamps. You gently rub my nipples, soothing them as the blood painfully rushes to the tips. “You did well my Dear, keeping your arms and legs out with no binds. Next time I will tie them, to make it easier for you,” you whisper in my ear. I briefly wonder how that would be easier, as then any sense of control will be totally taken away from me. We lay spoon fashion, our bodies hot and wet, cuddling. I feel so wonderful in your arms. I can feel your breath on my neck. “Oh my pet, don’t get too comfortable…more fun is to be had.” I am already wondering how long it will be before you get hard again. Will my Master let me be on top and in control this time? It would be fun to play! For now, I lie in your arms, warm and safe. I am floating again, now in euphoria.

7.11.2003



Floating Day Care



We live in a well to do neighborhood. The men make a good living and most of the wives don't have to work. We all have small children and five of the wives got together and formed their own day care. It wasn't the money, they just were fearful from what they were hearing on the news. The way it works is that every day a different mom would watch the kids and that would let the other four go shopping or do lunch or what ever it is that women do that don't have to work. 

I found out what women do with too much time on their hands the day the power went out at work. The electric company said it would be hours before they could get the power back so they sent us all home. I knew our day with the kids was yesterday so I figured no one would be home. I came in and call for Karen but got no response. I went up stairs to change and got the shock of my life. Looking out the bedroom window I saw four very beautiful naked women, one was my wife Karen. The others were women I knew well. I had partied with them, danced with them and even flirted with them at different gatherings. These were all the wives of our friends laying naked by our pool. I saw Karen look up at the window but don't think she could see me with the sun screens. 

Karen was talking with the other women then picked up a tray and gathered the glasses. I guessed she was going to get more drinks for all those naked women. After Karen left to go in the house I just about lost it. Kathy was laying on one of the lounge chairs and Jean stood up walked over and straddled Kathy's head. Kathy grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy right to her mouth. Two of my wife's good friends were having sex right in our back yard. Then Sue came over and pushed Kathy's legs apart and dove into her pussy. I couldn't believe Karen would be a part of this. We have fantasized many times about another woman but that was just fantasy, right? 

Needless to say I had my cock out stroking it when I heard Karen's voice, "Nice view from the bed room." I froze, still in my suit with my cock out and staring out the window. Karen came over and knelt in front of me and took over stroking my cock. She said, "I see you like what you see." I sat on the bed still looking out the window and my cock still in Karen's hand. 

I was in shock and stammered, "You're not parrrttt....." 

She smiled and finished, "Part of this?" She looked out the window and continued, "Everyday from 8 to 1." She looked back at me and said, "In fact I think I started it." 

Karen started licking my cock and between licks started telling me the story. It all started one day when we were all sun bathing. Since we all sun naked it didn't seem like a big deal. I don't know why I thought of it, maybe because of our fantasies, but I ask if any of them had ever been with another woman. Christy said that she had fooled around with her roommate in collage but that it never went very far. I asked her how far it went and she came over to me and kissed me. She started playing with my tits. I found myself returning her kiss and reached for her tits as well. She reached down to play with my pussy and I did the same to her. She broke the kiss and said that was as far as it ever went. 

I was on fire and I grabbed her hips and pulled her so she had to step over me to keep her balance. I looked up at her and said, "What if it went farther?" I pulled her pussy right into my mouth and just went wild on her. She started moaning and before we knew it we were in a 69 eating each other out. I looked over and Kathy and Sue must have been caught up in it too because they were doing the same to each other. That's how it all started and we've been getting together everyday for the last 8 months. 

While Karen told me the story the women by the pool had rotated three times so each had a chance to eat the others pussy. I was still in shock but ready to explode. I asked Karen, "When were you going to share this with me?" 

Karen took my cock deep in her mouth and started sucking me like wild, I couldn't help but blast my load in her mouth. She looked up licking her lips and said, "We have all talked about including you guys but didn't know how. You're coming home might just have set the ball rolling. I'm going back out there and first I'm going to give you one hell of a show then if the girls are willing, and I'm sure they will be, I'll signal for you to come and join us." 

I started backing off and said, "Me with four over sexed bi sexual naked women, not to mention that they are all friends of ours. I know all their husbands." 

Karen stood and started to leave and said, "It's up to you but if you join us I know we'll find some way to get the others involved. I can't wait to see all their hard cock, and feel them." She winked and headed for the door. She stopped in the doorway and looked back and said, "What ever you decide, enjoy the show." then she disappeared. 

Looking back out the window the three women seemed to have finished their little romp and were laying back sunning again. I saw Karen come into view. She looked up at the bedroom window, blew me a kiss and went right to Jean and right into a 69 with her. Sue and Kathy came over to either side of her and were stroking Karen and playing with her tits. I could not believe the story or what I was seeing right in front of me. 

I watched as the three women brought my wife to what had to me a mind blowing orgasm, even from this distance you couldn't help but see it. After she fell to the deck the four of them were talking and Karen pointed up to the window. Karen, Kathy and Sue were laying around together stroking each others pussy while Jean came into the house. I thought she must need to use the bathroom or something. 

I was watching for Karen to give me some kind of signal when I head Jean, "Karen sent me up to get you and see if you want to join us." 

I turned and could not believe it. Jean was one of the women Karen and I use in our other woman fantasies so she knows I have a thing for her and here she stood stark naked asking me if I want to join her. 

I couldn't form words I just kept looking at this beautiful naked woman that was in so many of my fantasies. My cock was still hanging out and she walked over and stroked it and said, "I would really like it if you would join us." I reached for my tie to start undressing but Jean stopped me. She smiled and said, "Leave the suit on. We all have a thing about stripping our men from their business suits before we fuck them." She was still stroking my cock and looked down and said, "But you can leave this out." With that she pulled me to the door by my cock and I blindly followed her. 

We got to the glass door leading to the pool and Karen was sitting on Kathy's face and Sue was eating out Kathy. Jean pushed open the door and yelled, "Here he is girls, fresh meat." 

They all jumped up and Sue and Kathy came running over. They each took me by the hand and Jean finally let go of my cock. They lead me to Karen who smiled and said, "I'm glad you decided to join us. I knew you couldn't say no to Jean." 

Jean, Kathy and Sue started stripping me out of my suit and I just stood there looking in Karen's eyes and let them. Jean was on her knees in front of me and was the one to pull down my boxers letting my hard cock spring free. I looked at Karen and asked, "Are you sure about this?" 

She smiled and said, "Am I sure I want to see you fucking Jean then Sue and Kathy?" She laughed and continued, "I couldn't stop them now if I did want to which I most certainly don't." 

Jean had my cock in her mouth before Karen finished her sentence. Karen walked over and whispered in my ear, "Enjoy yourself but remember two things, first tonight you are going to fuck me silly and second you'll have to call in tomorrow so Christy can join us." Karen walked over and sat on one of the lounge chairs and was content to just watch as I was attacked by all three women. 

They lay me on one of the lounge mats and needless to say for the next hour and a half I had a pussy in my mouth, my hand and on my cock at any given time. I came twice, once in Jean's pussy while I ate Sue and once in Kathy's mouth while Jean was eating her. Karen finally came over to stop them and said, "Don't wear him out I need some of that to night before I go to bed." She then kissed me deeply and more passionately than she had in some time. 

Karen went to get us all drinks and the five of us sat naked talking. Jean asked, "So how can we get the other guys in on this? I know Karen is dying to get Jack's cock deep in her pussy." 

I looked at Karen and she just shrugged her shoulders and nodded yes. I said, "Well there has always been a lot of flirting and everyone is just on the edge and to make this work someone will have to take that step. I think it should be each man's wife that takes it so here is what we'll do." I suggested that each Saturday night Karen and I invite a different couple over and push the limit and see what happens. Of course Jean was the first to volunteer her and Jack which seemed to go over well with Karen. 


The next day I did call in, believe me Christy is worth it. She is a blond knockout and is second in my fantasy women. I just wished that Jean could be there so I could have both of them but it is her day with the kids. I waited in the bedroom as the women arrived. Karen made me put on my suit and tie just so Christy could strip me out of it. I don't think the action normally starts as quickly as it did that day. Karen knew how badly I wanted Christy and had her in a 69 in less than 30 minutes after she got there. Karen was putting on quite a show and I knew it was all for my benefit even though she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. 

This time Karen sent Sue up and all she said was, "Well are you ready for round two?" As we walked out she said, "Now remember Kathy didn't get any of your load yesterday and is looking forward to it." 

Now we were at the glass doors and Sue announced, "Look who I found in the house!" 

Christy jumped and tried to cover herself. Karen laughed and told her that I had been watching them for the last hour. As Sue brought me over to Christy Karen filled her in on yesterday. Her eyes widened and she seemed very pleased. When Karen told her it was now her turn to strip me and have her way with me she was on me in a flash. She was trying to strip me and rub my cock at the same time. She had my pants unzipped and my cock out trying to undo my tie. Kathy came over and said, "I'll take over stripping him, you just concentrate on what is in your hand." With that Christy was on her knees sucking my cock as Kathy finished undressing me. 

Christy only let go of my cock long enough for Kathy to pull my boxers down. I lay back on the lounge mat and Christy never let go of my cock. I got her into a 69 and dove right into her. I was with Christy most all day and each of the women joined us at some point. I rolled Christy over and with much effort pulled my cock from her sucking mouth. I turned and plowed right into her pussy with my cock. Christy moaned and right away started bucking up to meet me. It wasn't long till I was shooting my first load that day into her. 

Not surprisingly Karen jumped in to lick my juice from Christy's pussy. This was a fantasy we had played many times but either myself or Chuck would be fucking Karen. Since I was the only man there it was up to me. Christy had no problem taking my cock back in her mouth. I've learned that she loves sucking cock more than eating pussy which she has been doing 4 days a week for 8 months. Watching my wife suck my juice from another woman's pussy and being sucked by one of the women of my greatest fantasies my recovery time was short and I started fucking my wife with a force like never before. It was every bit as good if not better than the fantasy but Karen didn't let me cum in her. She said there was plenty of time for that and too many willing pussys waiting. 

I pulled out of Karen and looked around and found Kathy with her ass in the air eating Sue. I walked right over and before she knew it I was balls deep in Kathy's pussy. Knowing I was the only cock there she didn't even have to look back. She stopped eating Sue and we rolled around so she was on her back and I was fucking her one on one, something very rare in the last two days. After I shot deep in Kathy's pussy Karen was right there ready. Seems she has developed a taste for me in another woman's pussy. She and Kathy went right into another 69 and I could do little else but watch. Christy came over to massage my member there was one last place she wanted me to cum before the day was over. Sue came and sat on my other side and I was playing with both their tits and pussys as I watched my wife and her friend eat each other. I was soon very hard for a third time. 

Not only does Christy love sucking cock but she loves for you to cum in her mouth. Once she got her mouth back on my cock she was not letting go until I had done just that. I lay there letting her have her way with my cock trying to last as long as possible making her work for it. I looked up and saw Sue's perky tits. They are not the biggest of the group by any means but they are perfect. Sue got up on her knees which brought her pussy right over my face. As nice as her tits are her pussy is a work of art. I couldn't take my eyes off it as she lowered it to my face. Just one lick and I can tell you it taste as good as it looks. Yesterday was such a blur that I never really saw Sue's pussy 

I was so lost in the pussy I was eating it took my mind off the wonderful blowjob I was getting from Christy. It wasn't until Sue lost it all over my face and rolled off that I realized I was only half a second from shooting in Christy's mouth. Christy kept her mouth around my cock till she had licked every drop and if it is possible to smile with a cock in your mouth she was. She had the most satisfied job well done look on her face. She was not half as pleased with her performance as I was. It was the most intense blowjob I had gotten in a very long time. 

All too soon it was time for the women to pick up the kids. Karen went to get the kids while I cleaned up. We had a nice lite dinner and soon had the kids in bed. Karen and I made love slowly, lovingly and passionately, just like we had the night before. 


Next morning I told Karen that I thought I was coming down with the flu and might have to take the rest of the week off. I was thinking that both Christy and Jean would be there today. Karen came over and kissed me and grabbed my cock and said, "Until you get me the cocks of their husbands you are restricted to only one pussy. If you ever expect a repeat of the last two days you'd better find a way to get everyone in on it." She expected me to be able to go to work for the next two days knowing what was going on at home. I knew I was going to be worthless but made the most of it, then came Saturday night. 

The kids were over at Karen's mom's and she was dressed in only a blue tube top and a short pleated skirt with high healed sandals. Jean and Jack came over about 7 and Jean was dresses much the same way in just a strapless sun dress. I got everyone a drink and the girls started in right away with the flirting. There had always been flirting when we all got together but the girls were pushing it even more. We were on about our third drink and there was music playing. Karen was openly flirting with Jack and Jean was encouraging him to flirt back. 

Everyone was way over the edge waiting for someone to take that step. It was Jean who not only stepped over the line but jumped the gorge. She walked right over to Karen and kissed her full on the mouth and cupped one of her tits and was massaging it. All Jack could say was, "JEAN!" 

She broke the kiss still massaging Karen's tit and looked back at her husband and said, "I'm only doing what you said you wanted to do for months." 

Now he was the one that had been caught and he started to stammer, "But but but that was only fantasy." 

Karen walked away from Jean's touch and over to Jack. She hung her hands over his shoulders and in a very sexy voice asked, "So you have fantasies about kissing me and playing with my tits?" He started to stammer something but was speechless. Karen pulled the tube top down and whisper in his ear, "How would you like to try the real thing?" Then kissed him hard on the lips. His eyes were wide open and he first looked at me. I motioned for him to go ahead and go for it. Then he looked at Jean who did the same. 

Seconds later his hands were on both of Karen's tits and he was returning her kiss. When Karen pulled her body closer in front of him and stepped to open her legs his hand went right under her skirt to her bare pussy. Jean and I both yelled, "Well all right!" 

She all but jumped on me pushing both of us to the floor with her on top. She whipped the top of her dress down and kissed me hard and wet. I was pulling Jean's dress over her head as Karen pulled Jack to the floor on top of her. 

Jean brought her lushes pussy to my mouth as she started taking off my pants. Jack was still on top of Karen but she had his belt and zipper open and was pushing his pants down. As soon as his cock popped out it was right at Karen's pussy and soon replaced his fingers. I really wanted to see her getting fucked by another man for the first time but I guess that will have to wait I couldn't see anything with Jean's tasty pussy in my mouth. Jean took my cock in her mouth just as her husbands cock entered Karen which she could see very well being on top. It must have been a sight to see for she went after my cock like never before and I shot into her mouth without warning just moments before she blasted my face. 

She rolled off me and we lay there. Jack and Karen were still going at it and I could finally see his cock sliding in and out of my wife. Jean kissed me and said, "I want you to be doing that to me before very long" and started stroking my cock as we watched our partners fucking. Karen's legs were locked around Jack and she was pulling him into her with every stroke. Her hips were coming up off the floor and I knew she was close to cumming. She reached her hand up over her head and I held it. When her orgasm hit she gripped me so hard I thought she would break my fingers. 

Jack gave one last shove and shot his load deep in Karen's pussy and Karen gripped my hand with each shot. When he finally rolled off Karen on his back this sudden look of shock came over him but Jean was right there and kissed him. She whispered in his ear, "That was fantastic. Was it as good as your fantasy?" Jack threw his arms around his wife and kissed her deeply. 

We got our drinks and headed for the living room. Jack and I had only our shirts on and Karen dropped her skirt on the way. Jack said, "But I didn't get to see Don fucking you. That was part of the fantasy too." 

Jean was holding my arm as we walked and said, "He hasn't fucked me yet tonight, he came in my mouth, but when he does I want you to be watching." 

Jack didn't pick up on it till we were sitting in the living room. Karen was sitting with Jack and said, "I've already seen it. I want more of this." 

Then she slid off and on the floor taking Jack's cock in her mouth. She realized what she had said just as Jack said, "You what?" 

So while Karen gave him her best blowjob we told him the whole story about me coming home early from work. He couldn't very well get upset as he was shooting his second load into my wife's mouth as we talked. 

After Karen had accepted Jack's gift she stayed on the floor in front of him. We now enlisted him in getting the other three men included. We all decided that Christy's husband Chuck would be last since he would be the hardest to win over. Jack and I were both upset over that since she was also his number two fantasy, we were both siting with our number one fantasies. We also decided that Sue and Dale would be the easiest and would be our next target. I had no problem with that remembering her work of art pussy. Dale has had the hots for all the women since they moved in a couple years ago. When we would have cookouts and such he never knew which way to look, all the women were great to look at. 




Floating Day Care



If Dale had to put all the women in order I would bet money that these two would be number one and two. We decided to double team him on Saturday night. There is no way he will resist both these girls going after him. Jean asked, "How should we attack him? Do you think this will get his attention?" She took both my hands and placed them on her tits. 

Karen laughed and said, "He's so hot for all of us I would go with a more direct approach." Karen grabbed Jack's cock and pulled his face to hers for a wet open mouth kiss. 

Jean said, "Maybe this will get a rise out of him" and she took my hand and shoved it into her pussy where it stayed as we kept talking. 

I said, "Whatever you decide to do I would say to dress in the same outfits you had on tonight. They were hot, and easily accessible." 

We kept going on about how we would attack poor Dale but Karen's hand never left Jack's cock. In fact she was now pumping it as we talked, but then I was fingering Jean at the same time. Jean's hips started moving against my hand. She looked over at her husband and said, as she slid down on her back on the couch, "If you want to watch me getting fucked you'd better get over here because I want it now." With that she was flat on her back pulling me on top of her. I was just ready to enter her when I looked and Jack was on the floor not two feet away. Karen even reached in and guided my cock into Jean. They both just sat there and watched as I shoved into Jean. Talk about pressure, here was my wife and Jean's husband expecting to see this fantastic fuck job. I did the best I could but neither of us lasted long. She was crying for me to fuck her harder and I was doing all I could to do just that. I soon shot what had to be one of the biggest loads I have had in some time deep in her pussy then just fell on top of her. I almost expected to hear Karen and Jack cheering. 

Saturday night came and the drinks were flowing and the teasing was hot. Since the four of us had already been intimate the teasing was more like groping. Sue was doing all she could to keep from laughing. You could see the look on Dale's face like what the hell is going on? That's when Karen and Jean both walked right over to Dale. They both pulled their tops down exposing their tits and said, "We hear you have been fantasying about us." They each took one of his hands and put it on their tits, then said, "Do you think you can handle both of us?" Dale was speechless and looked at his wife. 

Sue took both Jack and I by the arm and said, "Don't worry about me." She reached down and grabbed us both by our cock and continued, "I think my fantasy is about to come true as well." 

The girls had him stripped in two seconds flat and as they laid him on his back on the living room floor their clothes came off. Jean was ridding his cock and Karen his mouth. They switched a couple times until he lost it deep in Karen's pussy. The whole time Jack and I were stripping Sue and she us but not in any hurry as we watched the show before us. After the girls both came on Dale they rolled off and Sue said to her husband, "Now it's your turn to watch me." She looked at the two naked men beside her trying to decide who she wanted where. Then she went down on Jack which meant her pussy was mine and was filled before she even got Jack's cock in her mouth. Jack and I were soon filling Sue from both ends and Karen and Jean both said, "Wow, now that I've got to try." 

Jack and I fell to the floor and Sue with us. Once I was able to talk again I said, "Ever since all this started a wicked new fantasy has been forming in the back of my head. When it dawned on me that Karen would be getting fucked by different men I wondered just what she would taste like after she had been fucked." 

Karen said, "You can't be serious. You want to eat me now with another mans cum in me." 

I just said, "I know it sounds weird and I would have never believed it but the thought has been coming up in my mind. Now here you are and I think I want to try this." I look around the room at all the shocked faces and say, "So if you all don't mind I'm going to eat my wife." I dove into Karen's pussy like a man possessed. I could not believe how great she tasted. 

When Dale saw how much I was enjoying it he said, "I'm going to have to try this" and he dove into his wife as well. 

Dale and I were going at it with our wives when Jack said, "Would one of you mind fucking my wife, I don't want to be left out." Everyone lost it and started laughing. 

I looked up from Karen's pussy and jokingly said, "What if we both fuck her for you?" I couldn't believe Jean and Jack both said at the same time, "Would you?" Again we all lost it. 

As we all rested we discussed how to get Danny, Kathy's husband, in on this. We all decided that the same approach we used on Dale would work and Dale and Sue wanted to be the other couple this time. We still wanted to double team them but not over power him. Needless to say before the night was over Dale and I each had our turn with Jean while she sucked her husbands cock. They took their package home and together shared the fruits of the evening . 

The weekdays were getting easier to take, knowing the women were still getting together and comparing notes as well as other things. It was getting easier knowing that Saturday night was coming. This time the unsuspecting couple was Kathy and Danny, at least Danny anyway. Again the drinks were flowing and the teasing was hot. Kathy was flirting with Dale and I as much as the girls were flirting with Danny. What surprised us was that it was Danny encouraging Kathy to flirt more. He was even "accidentally" exposing her to both of us. The real surprise came when he came up behind Karen and Sue and pulled down their tops and started playing with their tits long before the girls made their move. At the same time Kathy grabbed both Dale and I by our cocks and gave first me then Dale hot wet kisses. Then they both yelled "Surprise!" All four of us stood there with our mouths open. 

Come to find out that Kathy is not good at keeping secrets. The only reason she could keep their afternoon delights a secret was she had the other women to share it with. When it became "their" week she couldn't keep it from Danny. Danny was very excited about it all and it seems we choose the right women, Karen and Sue would be his number 1 and 2 picks. Kathy said that the sex that week was fantastic just planning that night and how to turn the tables on us. Since the pussy was on the loose or the cat was out of the bag, we decided to just make a night of it. All the clothes hit the floor in a mater of moments and six naked people were hugging and kissing and stroking. 

I brought Kathy into the group by bending her over the kitchen table and taking her from behind. Once Danny got a look at Sue's "work of art" pussy his cock was drawn to it like a magnet and they were doing it right on the floor. Dale led Karen to the couch in the family room right off the kitchen. We were all in different stages of orgasm so the screams and cries and moans seemed to go on for ever. I pulled out of Kathy and had her lay on her back on the table, I put her legs over my shoulders and shoved back into her. Each couple seemed to be cumming one right after the other. 

As my cock slid from Kathy's pussy after filling her, I looked down and Danny was just rolling off Sue and Dale was giving Karen his last final few strokes. I told Danny, "Did Kathy tell you about a ritual we have here?" 

Huffing and puffing he said, "She said there was something special but wouldn't say any more wanting something to still be a surprise." Kathy was still on her back with her legs over my shoulders, 

I said, "It has become ritual in our group that once your wife has been with another man you get to go down on her." 

Danny jumped up and yelled, "WHAT! You've got to kidding!" Prepared for a negative response Dale and I were ready to jump in and say that either of us would be willing to take his place. 

Danny is always full of surprises and was grinning from ear to ear when he asked, "Can I go down on all three?" 

I just laughed and said, "Easy boy let's just start with your own wife." He sat at the table with Kathy's legs draped over his shoulders and dove into her. Dale and I both got with our own wives and did a little 69 with them. 

Well Danny was definitely in that left only Chuck. As much of a knockout Christy was, Chuck was the other half. They were the Ken and Barbie of the group. To make maters worse he was very very good in sales, which means he was trained to be in control of any given situation. All the women wanted him for his looks and his body and the rumor that his cock was as big as his ego. We knew he wanted all the women as much as Christy wanted all those cocks. We decided that an all out assault would be in order and we would divide and conquer. 

Saturday came and the other three couples came early to help get ready. Jack was to bring us a round of drinks when I put mine next to my chair. That way none of us at the table had to get up. Chuck's fantasy girls were Karen and Sue. (in case you are wondering, the girls asked us to rate all 5 women in order. This was a couple months after they all started getting together. none of us thought much of it but the girls keep notes.) We have a large rectangle glass table on the patio that seats 6 and a small round one that seats 4. All the women wore the same dress, they were different colors and prints but they were all simple sun dress that buttoned down the front. There were seven buttons, three above and three below with one at the waist. 

We told Chuck and Christy to just come around back. We were seated with Dale at one end of the large table then Karen, me and Sue at the other end. Jack, Kathy, Jean and Danny were at the other table. Chuck and Christy came in and we sat them across from Karen and I. Jack was right there with the first round of drinks. Karen's chair was slightly behind mine so "I didn't know what she was doing". 

All the girls had the top button undone and Karen started playing with the second one. Soon it popped open and she started playing with the third. About half way into our first drink the third button came open. If Karen twisted in her chair, which she did a lot, her nipple would come into Chuck's view. 

I sat my drink next to my chair and here came Jack with round two. When we started our second drink Karen pulled the top of her dress open and both tits were fully exposed. Then she started playing with the buttons on the bottom of her dress and one by one they came open. She was sitting there with just one button holding her dress closed. She crossed her legs to the other side and the dress fell open and Chuck could see her pubic hair. Just as I sat my drink down ordering round three, Karen opened her legs and Chuck was starring at her bare pussy. Jack was right there with the drinks and as he put Chuck's in front of him he whispered in his ear, "Now you don't see that every day." He started to get up and leaned back and said, "Not every day anyway." 

When we started our third drink Karen stood up and walked behind me and joined Dale who had gotten up just as Jack was bring the drinks. Chuck looked very disappointed as his eyes followed Karen. When he looked back at me he noticed that Sue had taken Karen's place. She didn't bother playing with the buttons she just unbuttoned her dress to the waist. We had been making small talk, how's the kids, how's work, what's new, that sort of thing. Now with Chuck riveted to Sue's tits and Karen behind us with just the one button holding her dress together talking to Dale, I hit him right between the eyes when I said, "So I hear you are having nasty fantasies about my wife." 

Chuck almost choked on his drink as his eyes went first to me then to his wife and back to me. He looked like a kid that had been caught doing something he shouldn't. I laughed and said, "It's ok, Karen and I both think it is great. Hell, I have nasty fantasies about your wife Christy." He looked at Christy and she just smiled. His attention came back to me when I said, "I know you want to see Karen naked." Sue had just opened the third button on the bottom of her dress and Dale reached over and undid the last one on Karen's dress. Karen's dress fell to the ground and she turned to face Chuck as Sue opened her legs. I continued, "I would like to see Christy naked too." Now it was Christy who choked on her drink. Chuck thought it was because of my comment but she and I both knew it was because she started to laugh because I have seen her naked and a lot more. 

I went on to say, "I know you want to play with Karen's tits and massage them in your hands. That you would like to kiss them and suck on them." Dale was following everything I was saying and doing it to Karen. I continued, "I would love to do all those things to Christy too. I know you want to feel Karen's pussy (Dale's fingers slid around and into Karen's pussy) I would love to play with Christy's too. Chuck looked at Christy who was watching Dale and Karen and started massaging her own tits. While he was looking at his wife playing with her tits Karen had undone Dale's pants. His attention came back to me when I said, "I know for a fact that one of your fantasies is for Karen to go down on you." His mouth hit the floor when Karen took Dale in her mouth and started giving him one hell of a blow job. 

His eyes were glued to the sight before him and I asked, "What if it wasn't just a fantasy. What if you could see Karen naked, or play with her tits or her pussy. What if she did go down on you and you could feel her mouth on your cock." I paused for a moment then continued, "Like Dale is right now. Is that something you would be interested in?" 

He looked at Christy who had her tube top pulled down exposing her tits to everyone as she played with them. He yelled, "CHRISTY!" 

She didn't stop just looked at him and said, "We've talked about this for months and now here it is live, real. Don't tell me you're not hard as a rock." She grabbed his cock and you could see he was very hard. She started stroking his cock and said, "The two women you fantasize about the most are naked right in front of you and seem to want to make your fantasies real, do you really want to go home?" 

His eyes went back to watching Karen and Dale. I said, "The eight of us have gotten together to make some our fantasies real. Since you and Christy are part of the childcare group some of our fantasies involve you two. I could see from Chuck's face that Dale just came in my wife's mouth, and I said, "If you agree to join us you can not only do as Dale just did but we can make your ultimate fantasy real." He looked at me as if to say what fantasy, and I said, "The one where you are fucking Karen while she is going down on Christy." 

As he turned to look at Christy he was saying, "Is that something you would consider" then stopped in mid sentence. Christy's head was thrown back and rolling from side to side. She was pulling hard on her tits and her skirt was up around her waist. Sue who had lost her dress was now naked licking Christy's pussy. Chuck's mouth dropped open and the last word fell out, "doing?" 

Chuck turned back to me and said, "Ok, we're in where do I sign?" 

I told him, "There are two things you both have to agree to, first is that you will not have sex with any one outside the group and next you will not invite anyone into the group. You two are the last two. Do you both agree?" 

Chuck was grinning from ear to ear and said, " you bet!" 

"And you Christy?" I asked. 

"Oh, yes... OH God YES, anything just don't stop" was her reply. 

Karen came over to sit on Chuck's lap. As I was getting out of my clothes Karen asked Chuck, "Well is my body all you thought it would be?" She brought his hands to her tits and asked, "Do these feel like you thought they would?" As he massages her tits she kisses him long hard and wet. I was nude and went to take Sue's place so she could join the others. Karen and I pulled Chuck and Christy from their chairs and started to undress them. All the women were having fun stripping Chick, as for Christy, unzip the skirt push the tube top and skirt over hips, naked in 5 seconds. 

We led Christy to the other side of the pool and laid her on a mat. The women took Chuck and laid him on a mat while they finished pulling off his clothes. When his cock came into view the women were impressed but not overly. He was about 9" and fairly thick but most of us are between 7 ½ and 8" so it wasn't that much bigger. Karen was the first to mount him and as she rode him she leaned down to say, "We might have to make your other fantasy of you fucking me while I go down on your wife some other day." Chuck looked across the pool and there was his wife living one of her greatest fantasies. I was fucking her and Dale was in her mouth and she was stroking both Danny and Jack. 

I don't know what all went on over on Karen's side of the pool. I know we all enjoyed Christy and she could not get enough. I know it wasn't fair to leave poor Chuck with four sex charged bi sexual naked women but in about two hours when we all came back together all four women had been filled. Christy and Chuck finally united and they were hugging and kissing. We were all back with our partners doing the same. 

As we all basked in the collective after glow Chuck asked Christy, "Have you ever, I mean did you" 

Christy smiled and finished his thought, "Sue over here, her pussy taste the best of all of them, Karen's pussy is the most fun to play with. Kathy is the wettest when she cums and Jean is very vocal. I have to shove my pussy in her mouth to keep her quiet." 

Chuck just laughed and said, "I don't believe that." Christy grabbed Sue's arm and pulled her on top of her and pulled her pussy to her mouth. 

Chuck just sat there looking at her with his mouth open and his eyes as big as basketballs. She finally looked over at her husband and asked, "Would you like to share her?" she pushed Sue's head toward Chuck's cock and Sue took him right in. Chuck and Christy were eating and being eaten by the same woman. 

We finally called it a night and that was the last time all five couples got together, but the day care took on extra hours. Every Saturday was a sleep over at a different house and the kids loved it. Every 5th week Karen and I would have to skip the orgy to watch the kids. Just knowing what was going on was enough for some great sex after we got all the kids in bed. From what the other guys tell me it is the same when it is their turn to run the "Day Care."



Floating Fun





He had been riding for almost 4 hours to get back home. "Two more miles and I'm home," Darrin thought to himself. The trip was unavoidable. Business is business after all. Still, he saw how sad Elora, his wife of almost seven months, was when he left. For the two days he was gone, Darren was able to concentrate (for the most part) on his work and kept his mind off home and his lady. It was the ride there and the ride back that Elora's beautiful but pouting face haunted Darrin.



Finally home, Darrin hoped off his Harley and stretched his stiff body. He walked to the back yard and is greeted by Maximus with his tail wagging. He stoops down and pets the happy dog and asks "Where's she at boy, huh?" but only gets a lick on his hand for a reply.



Darrin stands and looks around the large yard. A shining glare comes from the floating bed off shore. He walks slowly over to the source of the glare. From the shore he can see Elora's eyes are closed as she lies on the floating bed, sleeping naked in the hot, humid day.



Darrin gazes on her beauty, smiles for a moment, and then quietly he takes off his clothing. He wades slowly into the water and softly goes under to try and wash the miles of road off him. The cool water felt good as he brought his head back above the surface. He crawls onto the raft-bed and stops as he see's Elora stir for a moment. She moans softly, and then recaptures her deep slumber. He sits there for a moment more and tries to let the sun dry his body, then crawls over top of his still sleeping wife.



He can't stand it no more, and lowers his mouth onto hers with a kiss. His long wet hair covers the rest of her face as a surprised Elora wakes.

She shakes her head away from the kiss, until she see's his loving eyes gazing into hers. The she smiles and kisses him again, putting her hands on the back of his neck.

Their kiss deepens, as their tongues start to slide over each others.

"You're all wet," she says with mock outrage.

Grinning, Darrin replies "In a moment, so will you."



Darrin's hands are now running his fingers over her bare nipples and gently squeeze them. The hands wander down further to her mound and he runs a finger over her clit.

Elora spreads her legs wider and moans into his mouth as they kiss again. Darrin's hand slides over her pussy lips as his thumb takes over the happy duties of strumming on her clit. He feels wetness starting to form over the lips of her pussy. He breaks the kiss for a moment, licks the finger, tasting her sweet woman juices, then puts the finger back to her nest and slowly sticks it all the way inside her. Elora gasps at the fingers intrusion, and slightly arches her back.



Darrin puts his lips on Elora's neck and kisses it softly. He nibbles harder until they become a gentle bite. He starts to kiss and nibble down her body, taking a long rest stop on her breasts. He sucks on her nipples over and over again, pulling the tinny buds away from her body with his lips before letting go repeating it over and over again.



Elora's moans start to become more louder as Darrin starts down her body again. He keeps his finger inside her as his tongue slides over her clit. He barely touches it at first, then starts to lick harder with every stroke. Elora starts to shift her ass around from side to side and up and down, unable to keep herself still as Darrin laps on her clit. She grabs his hair and tugs on it as the first of her orgasms hits her. She soon cums with almost every flick of his tongue.



Darrin felt her hands start to pull his head up to hers. "I need you now," is all Elora's weak voice could say. Darrin's manhood is now fully erect. Elora's hands now seek out Darrin's cock and she cups his ball. Now it's his turn to moan. His eyes roll through the slits of his eyelids as Elora works her hands over his member.



Darrin can take no more of this, and shifts his full weight onto of Elora body. Now his cock head sits touching her pussy lips. Elora tries to wiggle her ass to force a quicker entry inside her but Darrin pulls back, needing to tease her for a moment. When she thinks she can't take it anymore, Darrin pushes his cock slowly between her pussy lips, taking time to enjoy the tight hole, inch by inch.



When the base of his cock is at the hilt, he stops again for a moment and let's himself get used to narrow surroundings, then rolls over putting Elora on top of his body. Elora take her queue and starts to ride Darrin. Slowly at first, her pussy moves over his cock as she tries to get her bearings of what she is doing. Now totally ready, Elora starts to move up and down and faster and faster. His cock is totally covered with her female wetness.



She can feel the orgasm start to build and becomes totally oblivious of everything around her, save his touch. Her head spinning, she falls off Darrin thanks to the constantly shifting raft. Darrin, not missing a beat, rolls behind her, and lifts Elora's leg and moves his cock right back to where it was seconds ago. Darrin is now fully in stride. His pounding inside her makes the floating bed rock in all directions. Elora screams having her orgasm built to the peek, and cums hard on his cock.

It's too much for Darrin to take anymore. He bites his lip, hopping the slight pain might preoccupy his thoughts enough to continue, but it only holds him off another fifteen seconds. Darrin screams as he lets loose his seed into Elora.



Darrin holds himself in place as the last of his cum finds it's place inside her, then rolls over with both panting for breath. He pulls her close to him and they embrace.

After a long moment, he kisses her forehead and says "I love you, Babe" Elora smiles, puts her hand on her now sore pussy and say's "I love you to. Are you ready for round two yet?"



Floating Head of Karma



Rain soaked the dry land for days. Everything was gray and brown—gray sky, mud under-foot that quickly covered all it touched. Peasants danced in the streets, mindless of their drenched rags, for life had come in gentle sheets at the last possible moment, thwarting a disastrous season.

In the small castle, glasses tinked together in celebration of the good harvest, now safely stored inside the thick stone walls. The dining hall was warmed against the early chill of autumn, and the low, happy murmur of voices was accented occasionally by a genuine laugh. 

"Oh, Simon," the young girl summoned, "tell us a new one—and make it good." The thin man stood at the far end of the table and nervously cleared his throat. His hair was graying and receding, his face carried deep etches of worry and responsibility, and his clothes were on their last leg, much like their owner. He was a brilliant mathematician, keen in politics and gentle in spirit, but he was no entertainer.

"As my princess wishes," he gave a small bow that also encompassed her doting father, who was by now drunk enough to be slouched in his high-backed chair. "In a year's time from now, the kingdom will be in shock—"

"What?" Celily snorted in childish derision. "Simon... A year from now?" The favored guests softly laughed with their lord's daughter, though there was an uneasy element. One would laugh at a jester—that's his place—but the mild, old seneschal?

"Please, my princess," Simon pleaded as he glanced at his liege, seeking an escape. But the wine-mellowed noble only gazed proudly at his only child, twelve-year-old daughter and eventual heir to this patch of Northern England. "It will all become clear with patience. You see—I just now received a message from Toulouse of a most astounding nature."

"You mean beyond Paris?" The girl had a fascination with geography, and Simon always fueled the understanding of places beyond this gloomy land.

"Very good," Simon praised, "even beyond the ancient Orleans and Bourges and Aquitaine—fully a month's hard ride to the south of Paris. I received an announcement that a secret son of King Richard the Lionheart still lives." Simon warmed to the story, seeing he had caught young Celily's attention. "Not only does he live, but they are calling him Richard the Second, saying he continued his father's work in the holy lands to return victorious—"

"Everyone knows the fighting stopped with a treaty," Emma interrupted with a slightly slurred speech, "and then we never got further than the Greeks." Emma was the lady's instructor, who had been recently hired for the next stage of Celily's feminine tutelage.

"I beg your pardons, gentlemen and ladies, but what is 'known' is not always so certain, especially," Simon emphasized this last while staring at the drunk woman, much in the way a tutor would view an unruly pupil, "when this is my story. Now, may I continue? 

"Richard the Second was not a party to the Byzantine madness, but instead, commanded a secret force that pushed directly to Jerusalem. When Saladin beheld Richard's righteous fervor, he decided it was time to make peace once and for all, and the victorious Lionheart Junior made plans to return." The alcohol set heavily upon many of the guests, even the Lord was beginning to nod, but Celily had her chin cradled in her hands, staring at her childhood mentor. And what the "princess" desired, she got, even the false pretense that she was a princess, supported by her father's edict.

"They wanted him to stay and marry for reasons you will soon see, yet Richard knew that England was his true home. He was nearly to Orleans when he heard about the new fighting between France and us, and had to backtrack to Aquitaine. He was not interested in alliances with France, as his father had been, but on returning home for the first time in his life."

"Did he make it?" the entranced girl asked.

"Not yet. Having left his loyal knights behind to safeguard the new treaty, he traveled alone, thinking to be welcomed in France. As we know, this is not the case. Treacherous Phillip found out and sent a group of armed knights to capture him." Celily gasped, waking her father from a shallow doze. Simon was inspired by the girl's full attention, putting more energy and feeling into his voice.

"But...brave Richard the Second slew three of the knights and told the rest to leave with their lives. Fortunately for them, they listened. This is what allowed our lone crusader to slip out of France safely. Phillip was furious, and sent an entire army after him."

"What happened to those other knights?" she asked.

"Why, Phillip had them killed, of course, beheaded." Celily gasped again, and Lord Crowe nodded absently, as if he were sure it would happen that way. "But by this time, Richard was safely in Aquitaine, now facing the challenge of making his way around the newly occupied territory and back to England. 

"This is what is taking him so long, but when he gets back...he will first meet with his uncle, as a lone, young warrior of valor and honor." Celily made a small, excited noise. "Since he will not threaten the King, he will be given vast lands to the north." Simon fixed Celily with a sly grin. "Much near here, as it turns out, the entirety of North Umberland."

That got the noble's attention, and he began watching Simon intently, wondering where this was headed.

"Your gracious father," Simon continued with a small bow directed at Lord Crowe, "will go to meet and sup with his new neighbor, to see that your safety is assured. And what he will find is a handsome, articulate and gentle young man."

"What does he look like?" Celily asked, now truly hooked.

"Are you sure you must know?" Simon asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes!" The girl nearly bounced in her chair.

"Very well. First understand this young man is tall—level with my eyes are his enormous chest muscles. Wavy golden hair to his broad shoulders, his arms are nearly the size of my legs, yet you can just tell by looking how gentle he can be. His face is youthful and hairless—probably from his grandmother's side—"

"As handsome as father?" That made Lord Crowe beam.

"Yes, when he was the same age that your mother fell in love with him," Simon answered with a smile before continuing, knowing the flattery never hurt, even though the reminder of his long-dead wife was a gamble. "His sky blue eyes are kind but sad, and then they see you..."

"He sees me?" Celily squeaked.

"Well, your father will be so impressed that he will bring you to his court, and besides...after hearing about you, Richard the Second will ask to be allowed to meet you."

"I believe we've had enough for tonight," Lord Crowe interrupted with a slight frown.

"But, Father, Simon hasn't finished. Why is he sad, Simon?"

"Well, my princess, as you have guessed, he has seen the horrors of war, but your beauty distracts him."

"I could help him forget," Celily agreed with an excited nod as her romantic fancy ran away with her.

"And he'd offer us all his land for her hand?" Lord Crowe asked with a facetious grumble. "Okay, little princess, to bed with you."

"That wasn't a bad story," Celily thanked Simon in her own way before leaving the room, and Simon could tell that Lord Crowe was full of thought as he drained his mug.

Year of our Lord Twelve Hundred and Seven, harvest season.

King John "Lackland" Plantagenet's rule is almost over. I just know it. Even still, we feel the bite of yet another "holy" war, which has bereft us of many a strong knight. King John at least focuses domestically, though the result has been no better. He cannot hold his birth lands, so how can he hold us together? Uneasy peace with the King of Scotland has me worried—they are ever impulsive and warmongering. William the Lion loves Phillip II, it would seem, and he celebrates our defeat in Normandie. My Lord Crowe, though he nearly borders Roxburgh, has ever been a staunch supporter of the Crown. It would not go easy on us, if this unrest were to become something greater.

The crisp morning breeze brought the sounds of horses and challenges. A neighboring baron and his twelve knights waited outside the gates a respectful distance while messages of greeting were relayed back and forth. Lord Crowe, while not dictating his replies, was being helped into his armor. Squires ran back and forth, and it wasn't until the sun was straight up in the sky that the noble, along with Simon and a matching number of men-at-arms rode to meet the neighbors.

At twenty paces, charging distance, each lord separated from their men to meet in the middle.

"Hail, Lord Crowe," Baron of Penrith acknowledged, "I am somewhat surprised that we talk here and not in the comfort of your study."

"My dear Hamund de Burgh, I'd not welcome this many armed men into my walls without stronger ties than a close border and a shared King. I trust you would do the same, if only to show prudence worthy of a ruler." The baron nodded. "We've not met since the summer council, and you were evasive about your reasons for the visit..."

"As best to not trust these things to mere messengers. Reports say you have plenty of grain from the harvest."

"We were blessed," Lord Crowe responded with false piety.

"Well, I'm blessed with far more money than grain, trade has been good to us—you asked why I brought so many men, you shall have your answer. Hugh," the baron called back to his banner man, "bring up the chest." Lord Crowe summoned Simon to his side as a cart was wheeled beside the baron and a chest was exposed from beneath the coarse skins.

"Bet you've not seen that much coin before," de Burgh commented as he leaned over and raised the lid. There had to be thousands of marks.

"Don't be ridiculous," Crowe countered, but he continued to stare before nodding. "We can deal." Simon looked at his liege, leaned in to speak, but Lord Crowe waved him off.

"Standard half-man barrels for storage?" A grunted confirmation. "I have two wagons like this," the baron of Penrith continued, making an offer, "eighteen marks per barrel for what those wagons can haul. How many spare barrels have you?"

"My lord," Simon whispered into Lord Crowe's ear when he was motioned to answer, "we have nowhere near that many to spare."

"Just tell me how many we have after the castle needs are met."

"About thirteen, my lord, but those were promised to the farmers—you know they store their winter grain with us."

"Do not vex me, Simon; just tell me the best price I can expect to get," Crowe snapped, and Simon bowed in submission. 

"Eighteen is almost theft for that much grain—if the markets elevated from the summer drought, I'd say our barrels can fetch closer to twenty-eight in Newcastle."

Crowe nodded before turning his attention back to the waiting baron and commenting: "A lot of work and good fortune went into this yield. We may have enough barrels to satisfy you, if the price is reasonable."

"Coin is so much more flexible than grain, Lord Crowe," came the immediate response.

"You cannot make bread with coin."

"And grain does not buy you protection. News is, King John's choice of archbishop was rejected by His Holiness, and the row has become ugly. The rumors speak of a holy ban on us."

"That never bothered us much up here," Lord Crowe countered with a hearty laugh.

"But we also hear that the King is planning a tour to secure his holdings, and we know by now that trouble follows him where he goes—it seems not all areas pay what they owe him as we do. Twenty-two a barrel for what you can spare—'tis more than it's worth, but I've done well." Simon shook his head slightly when consulted.

"Make that twenty-eight a barrel and you can have eighteen barrels."

"My lord..." Simon began as de Burgh let out a loud guffaw.

"You have me at a disadvantage," the baron explained, "as I have come all this way, relying on your reasonableness. We have been quiet, good neighbors, have we not? You will hurt me if you make me look the fool—twenty-four is as high as I can go without losing face." Simon's discipline kept him from sighing as he nodded; he knew he'd have to be the one to tell the villagers.

Year of our Lord Twelve Hundred and Seven, winter solstice.

The news was accurate. King John has indeed had a schism with the Holy See. Tales of religious looting abound, and many of the more pious nobility gather their men, no doubt wanting a King who is in favor with God. They will not stand a chance, even with Him on their side, as most earls and many bishops are siding with the King. 

With disbelief in their eyes—and betrayal, God help me—our villagers did not take the news well. The luxury they nurtured for over three months is gone. I bought more fish for them from Egremunt, even some meat salts, but our people's staple is bread, and this they will sorely miss. 

The coin makes my lord's eyes glow with an unhealthy light—unhealthy for our relations, that I know. He shared his visionary plan with me one night, wanting my approval. I cannot say it is without merit, that Celily be trained and adorned with the best to make her a fitting match for an earl or duke. It would indeed lend us clout to attract a market and a church, positioned as we are we could very well grow into a prosperous town, but I could not bring myself to say how risky this plan is. It takes no great mathematician to work the numbers—greed always costs those under the heel, as does vision.

At my lord's table, I eat tender pastries and still-steaming bread, trying not to choke on the broken promises.

Simon breathed through a clean cloth as he entered the lord's chamber. Propped up on his bed, Lord Crowe completed a fit of coughing and stared at Simon as if it were his fault. Simon noted the empty wine jug and the damp sheets, and as he neared, his liege took a clumsy swipe at the attached cloth.

"Remove that ridiculous thing so I can see your mouth."

"Humor me, my lord, while I am in here with you—this separates our breath. You feel the rattle in your chest, the fluid?"

"Eh, I've gotten over worse."

"I remember—I've known you since you were a small boy—but at my age, I would not, so please, humor me."

"It's just this damn winter," Lord Crowe grumbled. "I need sun and warmth."

"Your damp sheets say otherwise," Simon gently admonished, much as he had when Crowe was a student. A touch to his liege's forehead confirmed what he knew. "Your body is warm—you have a fever."

"Heh, that's—" Lord Crowe had a coughing fit. "That's Emma's fault."

Simon shook his head with a tight smile. "I can promise my lord that dallying with a woman did not cause your fever. Now, I will make recommendations to the staff that will speed your recovery. Let them change your covers daily, new pillows and fresh clothes." Simon continued past his lord's grumbling and coughing. "Try to sleep on your stomach at night—fluid in your head may drain to your chest while you sleep on your back. And for your daughter's protection, wash your hands before seeing her and do not cough near her—that is, if you must see her at all before you are well. It would not do to have her sick, too."

"So, tell me," Lord Crowe grasped the new subject, "what do you think of my daughter's new handmaid and tutor?"

"From the times we've talked, I can see she is well schooled, worth her hire. As for the maid, I do not see her do anything but giggle, yet your princess is indeed looking the part."

"I have no doubt she will catch us the nobility we need, but stop filling her head with that junk about lost, handsome princes. She needs to be firmly rooted in reality when the time comes—I trust her tutor will work that angle."

"I will see that she understands," Simon promised.

Another coughing fit before: "And my people?"

"They look forward to spring, same as you, my lord," the seneschal answered blandly. "Sources tell me more have gone out-law, even though your men make sport of those they catch. Should we not be lenient?" Simon hurried to finish as Lord Crowe scowled. "We could charge them a tithe for that lenience, in fresh game, even."

"And rob my men of their fun, encouraging more of that behavior? 'Tis a good thing you aren't the ruler—you'd have anarchy."

"That is why you are, my lord," Simon conceded with a bow, "yet I have been trained before you were a boy to be an advisor."

"Oh, don't pull that age bunk on me, Simon."

"Our food supplies do poorly, and I thought it an idea to bring us fresh game by using those who are good at hunting and have the time."

"That is your job, Seneschal; I needn't remind you."

"As you say, my lord."

"But, I will make it easier on you—the Duke of York is paying fifteen marks each for healthy boys of squiring age."

"My lord..." Simon began to caution Crowe, but the liege held up his hand.

"I know, I know. You think me foolish enough to get embroiled in the religious madness? Our good neighbor of Penrith, however, is not so timid." Lord Crowe continued after fighting through another hacking cough. "See that our young boys know they will be Penrith squires for the greater glory, and we will get nine marks each from the baron. Use some of that coin to buy more food, if you must."

"While cold, the idea is most clever," Simon acknowledged with a stiff bow. He could think of no other response that wouldn't be clearly out of line.

"Now get out of here and find Emma—I need another diversion from this chill."

"As you say," Simon bowed again and withdrew.

Year of our Lord Twelve Hundred and Seven, year's turning.

With the King confident in his "war of faith" with Rome, as some are calling it, he turns his sights on Wales. Perhaps in compensation for losing his vast lands to France, our King has promised to unite all of England—a call that has the southern lords in a state of agitation. My lord stays neutral, of course, but claims that after Wales, King John will head our way, toward Scotland. This should happen just about the time Celily, our princess, is flowering. My Lord Crowe does not lack for vision, but I fear his sights are rather erratic these days. I find myself more oft the unheard voice of caution.

Our villagers are hardier than I feared, and much to my relief, seem to be calming down after losing so many of their sons to the consignment. Now that my lord coughs more than he talks, I have used what little spare time is left to talk with the villagers. A constant presence hopefully eases them through the winter—at least their anger is better than despair, and I listen to them without judgment or threat of punishment. They must know I care, or they'd not bother with me, and I hope they believe me when I say I am doing all I can to help. I pray that's enough.

"Agnes, what are you—" the plump head cook turned from her accounting with Simon to catch her kitchen maid with a bundle. The young assistant gave a start as she rushed across the kitchen floor, dropping the burlap sack. Pastries and fruit spilled from the open mouth, and Agnes bolted through the door. 

Before Simon could react, the cook waddled to the door.

"Hold on—" Simon tried to stop her.

"Guards! Thief! Stop that girl!" Simon left his commodities ledger and hurriedly followed her. Agnes was squirming in a mailed grip when they caught up to her. "You...you thieving wench!" The cook was livid, and Simon stepped between them.

"Calm down," he motioned. "There is probably a good explanation." But the cook was shaking her head, vehemently.

"I have seen small bits of food go missing for almost a week," she countered.

Simon blinked in surprise, blurting, "Why didn't I know of this?"

"I had to be sure," came the defiant answer. Simon turned to the crying maid, who had stopped struggling once she realized she only bruised herself more.




Floating Head of Karma



"Agnes," Simon said in a gentle voice, "is this true?" When Agnes only shook her head, he continued, wishing there were no witnesses around. "Just be honest with me and I will personally intercede for you. We will work something out."

"I had to," Agnes blurted. "They're leaving—taking what little we have. Men stay if I promise them something. 'Twas only crumbs from the table, my lord, please let me go."

"I am no lord," Simon said with a deep sigh. Without the witnesses, he'd probably have done just that with nothing more than an admonishment, but the scowling cook had her hands on her hips, waiting for him to pass judgment. And there was the brute of a guard. His lord would find out one way or another. "I will be sure to tell Lord Crowe you were trying to help, but I guess you should be held until he says."

"No," she screamed in panic as the guard tightened his grip.

"Guard, take her to a spare room with no window and bar the door—the cells are no play for a woman." With one last promise of "I'll do what I can," Simon left to make a report.

"Please, my lord," Simon begged, "don't you love me?"

"Love?" The response was filled with incredulity that momentarily overrode his coughing. "You serve, Simon, no more. What is there to love?"

"I misspoke, but have I not been faithful in sharing your beloved daughter's care? Have I not been loyal advisor when you've asked? Would you not care about my distress?"

"What's your point? Yes, I value you."

"Then please, my lord, for all that's sacred..."

"Which is nothing!" Lord Crowe yelled through his coughing.

"...spare Agnes and her family." Simon pressed on in a rushed entreaty. "She only did what she did out of loyalty to your people, and isn't that the same as loyalty to you? It was a tiny amount of food—let her make it up to you. I can find a way."

"Certainly can't help with the food preparation after this—are you daft?"

"True, but something useful..."

"No, Simon!" the noble warned, reaching for his sword belt. "Don't push me on this—I have spoken! We must make an example—I'll show mercy by sparing her family." Simon felt bile surge in his chest, and rushed from his lord's chambers. 

He was still weak from vomiting when he heard Agnes' screams in the courtyard. Too slow to escape what he knew would come next, he heard her screams reach a fevered pitch before ending abruptly. Weeping in grief, Simon staggered from the room, hoping to lose himself in his ledgers.

Thick, roiling clouds brought a premature night, stealing the last rays of the sunset. Winds whipped through the castle portals in anger as lightning punctured the sky.

Simon had long since given up on his work, yet he could not bring himself to leave his desk. Softly, he wept in despair, head resting on his open ledger, unheeding as his tears soaked into the parchment. A burst of freezing wind extinguished his candle, causing him to look up.

Through the teary eyes, he beheld a horrifying visage—matted, tangled hair; features stretched in a terrifying agony of brutal death; and a neck ending in an uneven cut that still oozed thick liquid that dropped onto his desk with a sickly tap, tap. Simon shrank before the floating head, shocked into silence at those accusing eyes that still held a trace of Agnes' eye color.

Staring into the depths of hell, he knew—he could see his sins and failures, could read the inevitable as well as any. The preternatural stillness stretched the moments into a lifetime, punctuated but the tap, tap. When at last he found his voice, it was a pitiful, quivering version of the musical tone he once had.

"Forgive me," Simon pleaded, "I tried...though...I failed, I tried." At that moment, he heard his lord's sharply drawn breath and knew he was staring as well. From the years of servitude, conditioning, came: "And my lord, he is sickly and cannot help himself. Please Agnes." The whispered name acknowledged his ultimate failure. "Please show mercy."

Those harsh eyes softened with pity. Though the mouth never lost its death grimace, a voice resounded through the small room like the distant grating of a thousand rusted hinges. "Sleep then; be at peace and do not wake."

Simon felt his ledger pressing against his face as he obeyed one final command.

Then the horrifying eyes turned upon the gaping lord. "From whence I come, you are no lord, but the curse of old memories. This I pass onto you."

"Father, you called?" And there was young Celily, princess of the castle, hope of his future, standing in the door with half-lidded eyes.

"No!" Lord Crowe screamed at the head. Driven by the primal need to protect his own, he drew his sword, but the world tipped at a strange angle, and he staggered to regain his balance. The specter was to the door in an instant, and a gust of foul air wrenched the startled girl around, pulling her down the hall.

"Daddy!" came the terrified cry.

Panic-stricken, the lord lurched after the vision, chasing his daughter's kidnapper up the winding turret steps. He struggled with every gasping, painful breath to gain on them, screaming for the demon to stop when not hampered by fits of coughing. As he burst through the door at the top, he saw Celily teetering on the turret's edge, arms pinwheeling for balance. He would have thrown himself toward her, but a hand grasped onto his leg with desperate force, pulling him back.

"No!" He screamed again as he hacked blindly at his assailant, the one who would keep him from saving his daughter. He glanced back at the shriek behind him, and his wild gaze met the large injured stare of disbelief.

"Don't jump... Daddy," she whined weakly as blood began to gush from her sword cuts. With a sickening gurgle, she collapsed, her hand still gripping Lord Crowe's leg. The world tipped again, and he crumpled backward onto the wood floor, staring in fathomless shock at the blackened sky.

End.

A quick "thank you" to CopyCarver, who scanned this at the last moment. I appologize; the Halloween spirit found me very late in the season this year, but I had to respond.

© Copyright 2007 by Kev Henley. All Rights Reserved. You may not copy or share this work without my written permission. Please respect creative ownership.



Floating in a Sea of Cock



I woke up to the feel of my wife's hand on my ass.

I was lying on my side, facing my nightstand, my buckwheat hull-filled pillow under my belly.

It was early. A little light was seeping in through the curtains, but it was still mostly dark. The room had a dim, somber feel to it and the house was silent.

As I rolled over in her direction her hand slid up, over my hip until my already hard dick was in her grasp. I was half asleep and my eyes were still closed, but I was awake enough to know what was good for me.

Shorts were shuffled off. Covers were pushed down. She reached across me to pull the bottle of Astroglide from my nightstand drawer. It felt so good as she began pumping my now slick hard-on with a firm grip.

"I had the weirdest dream just now." Her voice was still husky with sleep, sultry. She whispered with her lips almost touching my ear. "I had your dick in my hand. It was all greased-up just like it is now and I was pumping it. I was watching the big mushroom head disappear and reappear as my fingers slid up and down the shaft."

So far, her story mirrored reality. She went on.

"And then, somehow, I had another dick in my other hand, and I was jerking them both off. Two big dicks for me. I couldn't explain what was going on, but I enjoyed feeling how long and hard they were, enjoyed sliding my hands up and down them.

"I just jacked them and jacked them, like I was in dream, you know? It was like I was floating, on my back, and the dicks were slightly above me, just two big cocks, for me. They were pointed at my chest and my face as I pulled on them. I admired their beautiful, sculpted heads as I stroked them. Little drips of semen were escaping, running over my thumbs and landing on my naked belly.

"And then I felt something coming up from below me. I felt it between the cheeks of my ass. It was long and hard and just pressing itself, similarly well-greased, against my ass. It immediately began sliding back and forth, rubbing against my tiny, wrinkled butthole and making me really hot.

"Oh," she quietly gasped into my ear. "And then I gasped. In my dream I gasped, and just as I did that another dick appeared in front of my mouth. Another fat dick was suddenly in my face. It slipped right into my mouth and I began sucking on it, tasting its pre-cum, laving my tongue all over its bulging head. It pressed itself in and filled my mouth right up. I closed my eyes and sucked on it hungrily.

"Then the dick between the cheeks of my ass found my hole. My asshole. It was so hard and it pressed so urgently into my ass that it hurt, a little. I'd have cried out out, but my mouth was full, and I kind of liked it. It fucked itself right into my ass and I whimpered around the cock in my mouth. But then it started to feel good. It started to fuck me real good, right up my ass. It slid in so deeply; it was so long. It fucked right up my ass until I could feel its cum-filled balls pressing against me, against the cheeks of my ass and it felt so good, so good fucking my butt, that big, long dick fucking my tiny little ass.

"And I was still stroking the cocks in my hands. They were all greasy and hard, and leaking even more pre-cum onto my belly. It kept dripping out onto my naked body and I was all splattered and wet. And the fat dick in my mouth was leaking as well. I could taste it. It tasted so good. I wanted more. I wanted more cum in my mouth. I wanted to drink it. I wanted cum all over me."

I groaned. My orgasm was immanent. But I held back because I wanted to hear the rest of this dream.

"And then another one. Another dick. I could feel it pressing against the lips of my cunt right next to the dick in my ass. Before I could do anything it slid right in. Everything was so greasy and slippery, my cunt just swallowed it up. It was huge. This was the biggest one yet. It was gigantic. I felt so full. It stretched me so deliciously. I felt so good. I felt like I was going to cum. I felt like I was going to explode.

"I looked around and saw dicks everywhere. It was like I was floating in a sea of cock. Cocks of all shapes and colors, raising me up. All hard. All gigantic. All greasy and dripping cum, dripping cum all over me. My chest and belly were covered. It was on my arms, my legs, my face. I was completely covered in cum. It was all over me... and I wanted more.

"A thousand bulging cock-heads, hard and slippery, were rubbing against every inch of my body, dripping and shooting their dirty fluids all over me. Pushing me, prodding me, looking for a way to get inside me. I was surrounded, enveloped. It was as if they were trying to devour me. There were so many of them, I think they probably could have eaten me all up. That is, provided I didn't eat them first."

My own eyes were still tightly shut. My dick was so hard in her hand. It was all I could do just to hold off from coming as she continued to whisper her perverted dream directly into my ear and run her greasy hand up and down my dick.

"I sucked as hard as I could on the giant cock in my mouth. It was so big and it filled my mouth up so completely I could barely move my tongue. It kept pushing until it nudged its way into my throat. There was nothing I could do but just swallow it down. I deepthroated that giant cock and it fucked its way down into me until I could feel its big hairy balls slapping my chin. It was so long and it just slid right down. It fucked my throat like it was a pussy, a hungry, dirty pussy that needed cock, lots of cock. In and out, it fucked my mouth hard. I was so hot. I was getting pounded from all sides, and I loved it.

"The dicks in my cunt and ass began fucking me really hard. Ooohh... god. It felt so good. They were just pounding me. Slamming into my dirty holes. They were fucking the shit out of me. I was like a rag-doll between them. I could barely concentrate as they fucked me so hard. I was flailing. My body was at the mercy of a relentless assault. All these cocks were fucking me, filling me, violently fucking into my dirty holes. My mouth, my face was getting fucked so hard. I was jacking the ones in my hands with all my strength. All of the cocks in all my holes just went into overdrive and began fucking in and out of me, under me and around me, all over me. They were so big, and they were fucking me so hard. And I wanted it so bad. I wanted them to fuck me. I wanted them to cum in me. I wanted them to fill me up and make me dirty. So dirty. Such a dirty fucking whore...

"Ooohh... so... fucking... good... so... fucking... hot. And I knew what was next. I wanted it so bad.

"The ferocity of all these cocks fucking me built to a fever pitch and then, just as I'd been hoping, it happened: all of them began to cum for me. First the cocks in my hands began to shoot huge ropes of cum across my tits and neck. I could feel it splashing against my chest. I jerked them harder; they pumped their juice all over me. Then the dicks in my ass and cunt began to cum, too. They were fucking me so hard, and then they just fucked all the way into my holes and with a final mighty lunge began spewing their hot load deep inside my hungry holes. They filled me until I was bursting with cum and then they pulled out and their cum began shooting all over me. Their cum shot out like geysers. It gushed out of their pulsating shafts and blasted all over my sperm-coated body. The cock in my mouth pulled out and plastered my face with jizz, all over my lips, my chin, my cheeks and eyes. I was covered, completely covered. Cocks all around me were blasting me with cum. And I loved it. I wanted it so bad. I felt so hot and slutty being covered in all that delicious cum. Making me feel like such a dirty sluuuut..."

And that was all I could take. As she drew out the vowel in "slut" my own load began to shoot. And right then my wife stopped her story, leaned in, wrapped her lips around the head of my shooting cock, and drank my load.

When my balls had been emptied, she brought her face up to mine, gave me a deep, passionate kiss, and said, "Good morning, My Love."

It was going to be a great day.



Floating on the Lake



May 30, 2007

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Please note, the following story has graphic sexual content. If you are younger than 18, please do not read any further. This story I kind of long. Copyright by the author, May 2007

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I was on the couch with Crissy.

We had grown up together, she was my next-door neighbor, and, and our families were super tight. We had spent a lot of wonderful times together - as really close friends. Crissy was a few years younger than me, and there was even a time when I was her baby-sitter.

Now - I don't live at home anymore, I've moved away for college. But Crissy was just about to graduate from high school. She just turned 18.

I was watching her drift toward sleep. She looked so much like she always had, like a little angel. Besides her new short haircut, she was - in a way - the same little girl that I had known all my life. But she wasn't a girl anymore. She was growing up.  

It was late and it had been a long day for both of us, especially Crissy.

She was in a bathrobe, and nothing else on underneath. And so was I.

Crissy took the train from home to visit me here at my college. I don't have a car so a friend had dropped me off at the train station with my bike, and a friend's bike. It seemed easy enough to ride the four miles back to my little apartment together.

Well, anyway, the train was late, and it started to rain - and we rode those four miles in a cold, wet storm. It was late and the sun was down for the last frigid mile.

By the time we got home, we were soaked to the skin and freezing.

We took turns taking showers, and I built a fire in the fireplace. And we each had on a big white bathrobe. All of Crissy's clothes in her backpack were soaked. With nothing else to wear, that's all we had on, just flannel robes.

Now, on the couch, in front of the glowing fire I could look at my little friend as she slept.

Crissy had a hard time with life over the last year or so, since I left home to come here to college. I know she has been really tense, and she's tried to tell me in phone calls and letters. I feel so bad, being away means I can't really be any help.

It hurts me to know that Crissy needs me, and I haven't been there for her.

There is something so gentle, and at the same time naive about Crissy. I mean, she has such a sweet way about her, and I worry that the meanness of the world is just too much for her. She can be so sensitive, but in a way - that makes me love her that much more.

And right then, something about her totally captivated me.

My eyes were scanning her bare legs. Her smooth pale skin highlighted from the soft light of the fire, coupled with the tender thoughts I was having, had me thinking things that I didn't know what to do with. I mean, Crissy was young and really pretty, and she seems so much more like a grown up now.

But I wasn't sure what I was thinking.

At some point, I concluded that it was okay to stare at Crissy next to me on the on the couch, and to think these thoughts - as long as these thoughts remained just thoughts. There was certainly no harm in that.

The way she was laying, and with the thick bathrobe on, her breasts seemed so delicate. Even though she's getting older, her chest is still so small. It's funny, I haven't seen her in a long time, and I actually wondered - before she arrived here - if I would notice a difference - I mean, she IS 18 now, and I thought that maybe her breasts would have been a little bigger. And, I know this is going to sound weird, but I was worried - I didn't want them to develop - I wanted Crissy to stay exactly the same. 

And when we got to my apartment tonight, and we were both soaking wet and freezing. When Crissy took her jacket off, her t-shirt was wet and clinging. And I was, well - I was relived to see her breasts we still so tiny. What I wasn't prepared for was how hard her nipples were. I was worried she saw me staring.

Anyway, let me just say the obvious, that there is something very pretty about Crissy.

And at that moment on the couch, she looked so tender and beautiful.

It was a good long while that I let my mind run wild before deciding that I had gone as far as I could go. It got to the point where my heart was pounding in my ears. My apartment was tiny, and I spent so much time alone and it's been normal for me to, well - to masturbate if I want to, and maybe that's all I was feeling.

And I thought about it - I mean, pleasuring myself. But, with Crissy here there wouldn't be any privacy.

I whispered. "Crissy - it's late, let's go to bed."

She replied in a sleepy voice, "Okay, Katherine, it was a long day."

I said, "I think we're both sleepy."

Then she sat up and looked at me, "Katherine, I haven't said it yet - But I'm so happy to finally be here with you, I've missed you so much."

"Oh Crissy, It's so good to have you hear like this."

And Crissy was quiet for a moment, and finally said, "Katherine - I really love you, I want you to know that."

I smiled and said, "I love you too."

She smiled warmly, and lazily dropped her feet to the floor and pulled herself upright. She leaned over to grab her glasses just out of reach on the table next to her. As she extended herself, she unknowingly revealed her bare bottom to me, and my heart leapt.

I was shocked at how excited it was to see that brief view. I mean, her bottom is cute and all, but it really left me feeling thrilled.

She quickly stood up, adjusting the robe. I didn't have time just yet to dwell on what I had just seen, as we both stood up to go to bed.

We walked silently down the hall and into the bedroom, and then we stood on either side of my small little bed.

I said, "Well, here's my bed, its kind of small, but we should sleep okay. But if, I mean - I can sleep on the couch if you want me to..."

She smiled and said, "Oh no, this is nice."

Crissy looked sleepy and nervous as I pulled back the blankets.

She looked worried, I knew what she was thinking, we had never talked about pajamas.

Now, I always sleep naked, and until that moment it never occurred to me this could be awkward. What should I say? It felt weird not to ask, but I didn't know what else to do. So, I untied my robe and let it drop to the floor, and then quickly slipped under the covers.

There was a half a second where she saw me naked. She looked briefly stunned, I could see it in her eyes. She just stood there.

I was snug under the covers when I finally spoke, "Oh god, Crissy - I'm sorry, was that okay?"

"What?" She asked sheepishly.

"I mean, I just climbed in here naked, should I have..."

She interrupted, "Oh, that's fine."

"I - I just, I mean - I always sleep like this."

Crissy nervously replied, "Oh no, don't worry - it's okay - really..."

I said, "Should I have..."

And Crissy interrupted, "No, no - it's okay..."

And she stood there for a moment, she took of her glasses and set them on the night stand. She looked at me and then hesitantly began to untie her own robe.

I turned away from her, trying not to make her feel nervous or self conscious, and soon felt the covers lift, and her weight on the bed as she slid in next to me.

I rolled back to face her. She had the blankets pulled up to her neck, her hands clutching them tightly and her arms pulled tightly up to her chin.

The tiny bedside lamp was next to her, but she made no effort to turn it off. The soft glow was nice.

Crissy looked a little nervous.

I asked, "Are you all right?"

"I'm a little cold, that's all."

"I know, but the blanket is nice and thick, and it'll get warmer, just give it a few minutes."

"Okay."

"And usually the heat comes on in the middle of the night, then it gets too hot."

She let out a quick shiver.

I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't even think about it when I came to bed, but do you want something to put on?"

"Oh No, I'm okay."

"It's just that I usually never wear anything to bed... If you're uncomfortable..."

Crissy replied, "No, I'm okay. I usually don't wear anything either."

"Well, if you need a nightgown - I think mine are all in the laundry, I'm sorry."

She giggled. "I'm fine, thank you."

We sat in silence for a long time.

I was surprised how totally awake I was. For some reason, knowing she was so close made me feel really good.

I whispered, "You warming up yet?"

"A little."

"Good."

And in this tiny little girl voice she asked, "You wanna cuddle?"

I was a little surprised, and said, "No thanks, I'll be okay."

She said, "I'll be warm soon."

I whispered, "Good Night Crissy..."

I rolled away from her again, and we were both silent for a few minutes. It felt so good to be with her.

One of the things that made me feel so close to Crissy, and we talk about it on the phone a lot - is our problems with boys. Neither of us has ever really had a boyfriend. It's funny, in a way, because she's super cute, and I can't understand why boys don't go crazy over her. But, I guess maybe I have a similar story.

I feel like I'm attractive too, and I guess there's some barrier in me, and boys sense it, and I just end up spending a lot of time alone.

Anyway - both Crissy and I are virgins, and we feel the pressure from everywhere. But at the same time, it just feels so burdensome, and - well, we sure have confided in each other about it.

So, right then - I felt so happy to have Crissy visiting me, I've missed her terribly.

But at the same time, I was all absorbed with thoughts of myself. Of trying to have a climax, and it was really oppressive. I thought - maybe - she would be sleeping soon, and - maybe - it would be a chance for me to satisfy myself.

It was a strong feeling, and I wasn't sure what to do. I thought I could maybe try and reach a climax undetected. But I was so close, next to her, and this bed isn't all that big.

Maybe, as long as I did it slowly, and she was asleep, then just maybe...

It felt beyond my control, as I cautiously let my hands glide down between my legs.

This was so strange, and it was weirdly tense. I mean, It would be the first time I masturbated while someone slept unknowingly so close to me.

Crissy whispered, "Katherine? You awake?"

I cautiously answered, "Yes."

"Can I ask you something?"

I rolled back towards her, aware how strange it felt to be delaying my pleasure.

"Anything. What is it?"

"You know how - well, how tense I've been lately."

"I know - I've been worried about you..."

"I know you have, and I have been trying really hard to - well, to get better."

"You seem so much better, you seem really good."

"Well, maybe, but I still feel so - I don't know - so fragile sometimes."

I said, "I know you do, and I wish I could be home more, so I can be a better friend."

"I know - And I've found, well - something that, well it helps me a little, it helps me calm down..."

"Oh Crissy, you have something to help you, that's great - What is it?"

And there was a long pause.

Finally, Crissy spoke in a guarded way, "Yes, there - there is something that helps. It sort of calms me down - And actually, it really helps a lot..."

"Tell me..."

And Crissy whispered, "Well, sometimes..."

"What?"

"Don't be upset if I say what I am going to say, please..."

"Oh Crissy, don't worry, I won't"

"Oh - I don't know if..."

"What? Please..."

"Crissy, lately - when I'm alone, I've been touching myself - and it helps sometimes, but at the same time - I feel so guilty."

I could hear it in her voice - I knew this was hard for Crissy. We have talked about everything over the years, but we've NEVER mentioned this.

As kindly as I could, I asked, "Do you mean you masturbate?"

She meekly answered, "Yes."

"It's okay, you can talk about it if you need to..."

"Katherine, for some reason - I just feel ashamed."

"Crissy, just so you know, I think it totally okay, if it makes you feel good, then there is NOTHING to feel bad about."

"But..."

"Crissy, You're doing something that's nice, and it's nice for yourself, and if you say it helps - I think that's good"

"Really, you think it's good?"

"Crissy, its a perfectly natural and normal thing. Yes, if it helps you - I think it's wonderful."

This conversation was surprising to me, and in a very real way - it was getting me excited.

She said, "Thank you so much, this really helps, talking like this..."

"I'm happy to talk about anything that makes you feel good."

Crissy looked at me, and she smiled. Her hands were still nervously holding the covers, and she looked like such a tiny little girl.

She smiled said, "Oh Katherine - that really helps..."

I smiled back, and my hands were hidden under the covers, and I was gently touching myself, and I could definitely feel myself getting wet.

"Oh Crissy, don't feel bad at all - I think it can be really beautiful."

It felt so strange to be talking to my best friend, like this - with my hands pressing and rubbing, slowly against my slippery vagina.

"You are so special to me - and you deserve something that beautiful and nice, it's something that you should treat as joyous - Okay?"

I was moving my fingertips slow, and with the dim light - I felt pretty certain, she couldn't tell, but I wasn't sure.

"Thank you Katherine," she whispered.

"Oh Crissy, I love you, it's all okay."

"I love you too."

And then we both lay there in silence, the light was on, and I could see that Crissy was looking up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

We were both quiet for a few minutes, and my fingers continued to slowly rub my plump little clitoris. I was getting pretty turned-on.

I was really confused about how I was feeling. If Crissy didn't fall asleep soon, I was just going to have to stop - but it just felt so good.

I felt myself start to shiver just a little from the deep sexual sensation. And I was praying that she didn't notice.

And she immediately asked, "Are you cold?'

Oh god - She felt me shiver - I was suddenly scared she knew what I was doing.

As calm as I could, I whispered, "Just a little chilled, but it's okay."

"I'm a little cold too."

There was an awkward pause, and I thought she must have known.

Then she whispered, "Maybe we should cuddle a little just to warm up."

Oh my god, for some reason, the thought of it, of cuddling and being naked, just aroused me in a way that I had never felt before. It was too much to contemplate.

I carefully spoke, "Oh maybe - but it's okay for now..."

My voice sounded so shaky, did she hear it?

"Katherine? Do you do it a lot?"

"What?"

"You know, do you masturbate a lot?"

And right then I laughed, it seemed so funny. It felt like all the nervousness and worry just vanished.

She seemed to brighten up and asked, "Hey - What's so funny?"

I answered, "I'm doing it right now as a matter of fact!"

She laughed. "Shut up! Seriously! How often?"

I answered, "I don't know, it depends. Sometimes just a few times a week. Maybe..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sometimes more."

"Wow."

"What about you?"

There was a nervous pause and she said, "Well - I guess - Lately I've been doing it a lot."

Suddenly, I was just flooded with an image, a lovely image, of Crissy - and how beautiful she was - and the thought of her actually touching herself was just so wonderful - it was sensual and stimulating.

I rubbed myself at the same time I said, "Oh please, don't sound so upset. It's okay. That's good..."

"Is it? I worry so much..."

As I got a little faster, I told her, "Crissy - No, don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it. Really - I think it's a beautiful thing, and it can be really positive."

"Do you really think so?"

Oh god, what was I doing? I mean, I was talking to Crissy, who can be SO sensitive - and masturbating at the same time. It was just too much.

I quietly said, "Yes - Yes I really think it's beautiful. It's perfectly natural - it's a lovely thing."

"But - Lately, I can't get to sleep unless I do it."

"That sounds nice, I mean - bedtime is a really nice and quiet time, so don't feel bad - that sounds good."

By now my fingers were rubbing steadily on my clitoris, and I was Aching with an intense sexual arousal. I couldn't stop thinking about Crissy masturbating, and what she must look like. It was so forbidden and thrilling to me, knowing that we were lying just inches apart, completely naked and talking about masturbating.

She whispered, "You sound so happy about it."

I said, "Crissy, I am happy, and you need to be happy too. It's a very beautiful and life affirming thing."

"Oh god, Katherine, you make it sound so nice - thank you."

"It is nice."

"That helps me so much, just to hear you say that."

"Good, you should feel wonderful whenever you do it - always."

"Oh Katherine, I really need to hear that it's okay - this is wonderful - that I shouldn't feel bad. I really need that."

I paused and let that sink in. I felt like she was telling me, very clearly, to keep talking. And to talk in a way that made masturbation seem gratifying and nice.

So I kept talking, "Oh Crissy, that kind of pleasure is so important, so you should appreciate how perfect and how joyous it is."

"Yes..."

"It should be beautiful and exhilarating and delicious - always..."

"Yes, that's so right..."

I was shocked at how receptive she was to all of this. I wanted to try and say something more extreme, just to hear how she responded.

"Crissy, I think that the feeling of the final orgasm, and the intense way I shake when it happens - can be so beautiful, and such a exquisite release."

She immediately said, "Yes! I know!"

Oh god, she sounded so glad. And it just made me more excited. I kept at it, all the while I was stroking my self, and getting hotter and hotter.

"Oh Crissy, sometimes I can cum so hard and the wetness and even the wonderful smell - all of it - it just feels like the world is perfect at that moment."

"Yes! I know just what you mean - thanks for just saying it like that. It really does feel like the world is perfect. I mean, I'm so tense sometimes, and it feels so good to know it's okay to just talk like this."

"Oh Crissy - you can always talk to me. I'm your my best friend, and I love you..."

"I know, this is really nice - it's making me happy."

"Please know, it's totally okay to talk about it with me, always."

"It is. You're right."

"Yeah, we should be able to share our secrets. Really, it's good to talk. Don't be shy about anything so powerful and lovely."

And, as I said this - it felt like my own arousal was MAKING me talk about it. I was so excited, that it was coming out in the stuff I was saying.

Then Crissy said, "You're right, it really can be SO powerful."

Just hearing Crissy say that, it just felt like I wanted to hear more, like I wanted to try and push her to say more.

I said, "It can feel so good."

Crissy said, "Oh god, yes..."

"Crissy, it can feel so good, and at the same time I just LOVE the heightened sense of..." and I trailed off, I was worried she would hear the arousal in my voice

"Of what?" she asked.

"I just LOVE the heightened sense of LOVE, the intensity of all the sensations."

"Yes - I know." Crissy whispered, and she sounded like she was in a trance.

I couldn't imagine that our conversation was not affecting her, even a little. I couldn't hold out much longer. It felt so perverted talking like this and rubbing at the same time too.

I said even more, "And after rubbing and letting the sensations build, and there's that point - and I get pretty wet, that it just so - I don't know, so moist and - and - so slippery. The sopping feeling just feels so beautiful"

Crissy paused, and I was scared I pushed it to far in saying that.

Then she whispered, "I know, I get really wet too - and it feel so good..."




Floating on the Lake



And then I didn't know what to say, and were silent for a few minutes.

And in that time, I slowly slid one of my fingers just inside my wet lips, just a little bit in. Oh god, it felt so good.

Then - Crissy nervously spoke, "Sometimes I can, I mean - I can..."

"What?"

"Sometimes I can get so - well, so stimulated, that I sort of enter a dream state."

"Really? What do you mean?"

"Well, sometimes - if I try really hard to work myself to a point where the feeling, you know, that intense feeling?"

"Yes, I know..."

"I try and get to that point, and I try and stay there - just in that magical place - and I try and let that feeling just wash all over me."

"Do you mean - like when you actually orgasm?"

Crissy answered, "No, just before that - I can hold myself in that moment before that. And sometimes, I can hold it for a long time."

"What's it like?"

"I don't know if I can explain I.

"Please try, for me - please..."

"Okay - I'll try."

I whispered a shaky, "Thank you."

"Well I have to be really relaxed - that helps. And I just let it slowly build, and I try not to be distracted or anything. I try and go as slow as I can..."

And as she spoke I looked at her, and she still had her hands on the blanket, clutching it around her neck. And she was looking at me, but she had this far away look in her eyes.

I asked, "Going slow, how does that help?"

I was watching her to see if she had any idea of what I was doing, that I was rubbing myself under the covers. As far as I could tell, she didn't suspect anything.

"I just seems like if I try and hurry, it doesn't happen the way I like it."

"I understand."

"And I can just slip away into this wonderful realm..."

"Crissy, that sounds so beautiful - what do you think about?"

"I think about floating."

"Floating? Like how?"

There was a long pause and she whispered, "Well, do you remember what the lake was like, when both our families stayed at that big cabin, and how warm the water got at the end of the summer?"

"Yeah, I remember. That seems like so long ago."

"It was, we were both just girls, just little teenagers,"

I added, "Yes. I remember, we swam in that little cove surrounded by those woods."

There was a sparkle in Crissy's voice, "Exactly - Well, I remember I would get out in the water and float on my back, "

"And so would I, It was nice and warm, I remember."

Crissy sounded so exhilarated, "It was such a perfect time in my life, and I felt I could just float in that warm water forever. It was so wonderful..."

I added, "Oh Crissy, I remember that we would skinny dip."

She giggled and said, "We sure would!"

I could so clearly remember that hot summer. And the image of both of us, we were so innocent. And, in my mind, it was just so lovely to know we were naked and so happy.

I said, "I loved doing that too! Oh god, I remember you being so pretty, I mean - you still are, but the memory is just to magical."

Crissy sounded a little emotional, and added, "It was magical. We were both beautiful, so beautiful."

There was a long pause. I was worried that she would hear me rubbing in the silence, but at that point - I was just lost in the emotional intensity.

I whispered, "So - lemme get this right, when you masturbate, you think of the both of us skinny dipping?"

"Yes - I do..."

I said, "That's so nice, that image is so beautiful and nice."

Crissy stayed silent.

Oh my god, what was happening? Crissy, my beautiful friend, was just inches away from me, in my bed, we were both naked, we were talking about the joys of masturbating - and I was, at that moment, enthusiastically rubbing my wet little lips, getting frighteningly close to cumming.

Crissy finally spoke up, "Yeah, it's funny, because I guess I do think of us in the lake together. But, the floating feeling - that magical FEELING - is something so mystical. Does that make sense?"

"Oh my god YES, I totally know what you mean."

"I try and let my self get lost in that feeling."

"Can you?"

"Sometimes."

"Oh god Crissy, that sounds so nice, like it must feel SO good."

"It does, it does - it feels just so amazing."

And hearing her say what she said, my excitement level was almost to the point of a climax, but in a way - I felt that she guided me to very "mystical" place - and I was feeling so peaceful but at the same time so aroused.

I asked, "Crissy - how does this help with the orgasm?"

And she exclaimed, "Oh my god - it feels SO GOOD!"

"Really?"

"Oh God, Yes, it can be so powerful. And if I really take my time, building up to it - I can make it last SO long."

"What do you do, I mean how do you get there?"

"Uhhm, what do you mean?"

"Crissy, it sounds so good, I want to know exactly how you do it."

"Well, I guess what helps me is using a little bit of baby oil."

"How?"

"I use it to make the sensations a little smoother."

"Tell me how, tell me just what you do."

"I put a little bit of baby oil on my hand, and I rub with it."

"How?" I said.

Then Crissy said, "I feel a little funny talking about this, I mean - is it okay?"

"Oh Crissy, yes, it's all okay. And, I'm happy to listen - everything you've said sounds so beautiful, please - I want to hear this, really..."

"But..."

"Crissy, lets make a promise, right now - that it's totally okay to talk about anything, absolutely ANYTHING, and we won't feel bad or worried. Okay?"

She excitedly replied, "Yes! I promise!"

"Good, I promise to!"

She happily said, "Okay, good, here's what makes me feel good..."

And then she proceeded to tell me EXACTLY what she did, in really dramatic detail. I was asking a lot of questions and she didn't shy away from anything. Oh god, hearing her explain it was electric.

I interrupted, "Do you ever touch your breasts?"

And replied, "Well, a little - maybe..."

"How do you do it?"

"Well, what I do - what feels good - is the way I usually lay down..."

"How?"

"I lay with my head on a pillow, so I can look down at myself, it really helps if I look at myself - and my breasts are - well, they are sort of small..."

"Crissy, your breasts are really lovely."

"Oh Katherine, that so nice..."

"They are perfect."

"Thanks..."

"Please - Tell me more..."

"Well, I can look down at myself, at my breasts - and when I rub myself, the way I rub is enough that my breasts just jiggle a little bit."

"They jiggle?" I asked.

"Well, I mean - I know that sounds funny, I mean - they are still so small, and I have to have my arms down, it helps..."

"Why do your arms need to be down?"

"It's because, I mean, I'm just so flat - if I lift my arms over my head, it's like they disappear."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah - Like this..."

And she positioned herself snug under the covers, and put both arms above her head, stretching toward the headboard of the bed.

And then she took one hand and carefully, lifted the blanket just a tiny bit, and peaked at herself.

She kind of giggled and said, "Yup, they're gone."

I didn't see anything except Crissy's smiling face, and her arms. But, I was speechless.

She put her arms back under the covers and continued, "So, with my arms down, they can bounce, I mean, not really bounce - they just sort of jiggle."

"Crissy, that sounds so nice..."

"It is, it really is, and it helps me to look down at myself, and when my breasts move, like that - I don't know - it's just so wonderful..."

Was she saying this stuff - like this, just to get me excited? it was shocking how frenzied it was getting me.

And she wasn't shying away from any of my questions.

I nervously asked, "Crissy - W-What do your nipples look like?"

"They get really hard, they are small and I love looking at them, at that point, when the jiggle like that - for some reason, it helps me get to that peaceful place."

And then I sort of lost myself and said, "Crissy - oh god, that sounds so glorious - It sounds so perfect and beautiful."

"Katherine - thank you, it makes me feel beautiful."

"Oh, Crissy you are beautiful."

"For some reason, I really enjoy watching my self, especially my nipples - especially if they jiggle - does that sound wrong?"

"Oh god, Crissy - NO, it sounds wonderful!"

"Thank you for saying that, I've been so worried about it lately..."

"Oh no - Please, no, it sounds like the most wonderful thing in the world, all of it."

"Katherine, I feel so GOOD when I do it like that, I mean - as everything builds, my breasts just seem to move a little faster, and with the oil, when I rub myself - I my sensations, especially as everything gets all plump and wet..."

"It sounds beautiful..."

"There's this point, if I rub just the right speed, my whole body just sort of vibrates - and my breasts will vibrate too - and I can watch the fast little shiver motion of my nipples..."

"Go on..."

"When my nipples shake - and it's really a certain speed, it's just before I get to the point of a climax, but the thrilling thing for me

I just let her talk, and she wasn't hiding any detail from me - and for some reason, and I don't know why, but the image of her nipples was so explosive for me. Maybe it was that image, that memory from the lake.

"And just before I climax, I touch my nipples with one hand, and it's usually pretty oily..."

Then, I didn't know it was happening - but I let out a hushed moan. But it was loud enough that I knew she heard it.

"Katherine? You okay?"

My heart immediately started pounding, and my voice was trembling when I finally whispered. "I'm sorry Crissy, I just..."

"Katherine, what is it?"

"I'm sorry..."

There was a long pause, and it was utterly silent. Right then I was so nervous, and my heart was just pounding so hard from the embarrassment.

Then in surprised way Crissy whispered, "Oh my god! Katherine?"

"I'm so sorry..."

And Crissy asked, "Are you doing it? Right now?"

"I - I couldn't help it..."

"Oh my god..." She whispered.

I immediately sat up and said, "I'm sorry, I'll go sleep on the couch."

She responded with an emotional "NO!"

And she reached out and gabbed my arm.

The intensity of that moment was electric, I was thunderstruck by how GOOD it felt.

She said, "No, it's okay, don't go."

Right then, I was sitting up and the blanket were partially off me, and my bare breasts were uncovered in the pale glow of the bedside light.

"But..." I said in a shaky voice.

"No, Please stay - it's okay," Crissy whispered in a needy way.

My chest was cold, and I was so aroused - I looked down, and my nipples are usually big, but right then they were pointy and hard - for some reason, it amazed me.

And Crissy was laying next to me, gently holding my arm, staring at me.

"But Crissy - I feel so bad, I'm so sorry..."

She whispered, "Shhhhhh, don't apologize. It's okay."

And we sat there, frozen like that for a long time. Long enough for me to get a little cold.

Then Crissy said, "What you been saying to me - it really helped."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Katherine - You've just been telling me that it's all okay, that there is nothing to feel bad about. It feels SO GOOD to hear you say that, so please - PLEASE don't act like what you did was wrong."

I tried to smile, and maybe I did, just a little.

Crissy said, "Katherine, please - get under the covers, you'll get cold."

"But..."

"Pleeeease!" She whispered.

And as I lay back down, Crissy never let go of her hold on my arm. I could feel, really feel, the connection in a way that would be impossible to explain.

I was flat on my back, with my head on my pillow. She was lying next to me, on her side, staring at me. Her hand on my arm was under the covers.

I put my own hand on her hand, and gave it a little squeeze.

And I gently caressed it.

The way my arm was, and her hand was just above my elbow. As I caressed it, I became aware that her hand was really close to my breast, it felt like less than an inch. Oh god, it felt so good to be that close.

The way Crissy was holding onto my arm, it was sort of desperate and clingy.

"Crissy, thank you for understanding..."

"Oh Katherine, don't worry - I love you. Really..."

"I love you too..."

And then I moved my arm just enough so her hand, just barely touched the side of my breast.

Did she know, could she feel it?

I carefully whispered, "This is really nice, I mean being close like this."

Crissy replied, "It's SO nice..."

And hearing her say that, so honestly, and with her hand against my breast- I could feel my nipples tighten.

I lay quiet for a moment, and then I rolled a little toward her, and let my hard nipple rest against her hand. She must have felt it.

She let out a contented, "Mmmmmm..."

And - I instantly shivered, with a really strong intensity. And it seemed I pressed my erect nipple a little harder against her hand.

"Are you cold?" Crissy whispered.

I nervously replied, "I think I got cold, when I was sitting up and out from under the blanket."

And the sensation, of my nipple, it felt like it was tightening up, getting harder, from her warm soft hand- Oh god - What was happening to me.

And then, in a tiny little baby voice, Crissy asked, "Do you wanna cuddle?"

I was shaking with excitement, and I answered, "Yes, that would be nice..."

And then, as if it were meant to be, Crissy carefully scooted over toward me, under the blanket, and put her naked body right up next to mine.

She gently pressed herself, her entire body, snug against mine. She set her head on my shoulder, and she carefully spooned my side - all the way down to our feet.

And she still held my arm.

The feeling was thunderous and emotional.

Crissy quietly asked, "Are you still cold?"

"A little..."

"Does this help, I mean, being close like this?"

"Yes, it's really nice."

"Good..."

I whispered, "Crissy, here - Lemme put my arm around you, okay?"

"Are you sure, I mean - this feels good, but - is it okay?"

I said, "Yes, I think - I mean, I really think it'll be nice."

"Okay..."

And she just melted, and let me move my arm under her head on onto her shoulders. And she put her arm around me, and then she set her leg across my legs too.

As Crissy settled in she let out a soothing, "Mmmmmm..."

Oh my god - I was in heaven.

I lay there with her head nestled into my shoulder, I could smell Crissy's hair, and I could feel her breathing.

I gently kissed Crissy's forehead.

With that, she wrapped herself against me just a little tighter, in a desperate sort of hug.

And we were pressed alongside each other so snugly, that I could feel her small breasts pushed firmly against my side, and her arm was across my shoulder. 

Oh god, I actually was worried I would start to cry...

I carefully whispered, "Crissy, I'm sorry about what happened."

"No Katherine, please, it's okay..."

"But, it's upsetting for me - I worry that - "

And Crissy interrupted me, "Shhhh! Be quiet, you didn't do anything bad."

"Okay, just so you know, my hands are right here, up by your shoulder - so don't worry..."

"I'm not worried anymore."

And we sat there in silence.

And then there was a droning hum that started from below the floor.

Crissy asked, "What's that?"

"It's the heater, it comes on at night like that. I can't control it, so the room might end up getting really warm."

"Good..."

We quietly lay there, in a glorious peace.

"Katherine, can I ask you something."

I answered, "Yes - of course - anything"

"Just now, when we were talking..."

"Yes?"

"How, I mean - How close were you to, you know..."

I took a deep breath before responding, "Before cumming?"

"Yes - how close were you?"

"Oh god - I think I was pretty close."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but - listening to you, and your experience - I mean, like how you described floating, I guess it helped..."

"It helped?"

"Yeah, I think it was a way for me to focus, or maybe relax - I think I got to that place..."

"Oh Katherine, you did?"

"I think so..."

"Was it... I mean, how did it feel?"

"Oh my god it was heavenly."

"It is - it is!"

"I guess, I usually try and rush everything, I mean - I just try and hurry to get to the end."

"I can't rush it, or it just doesn't feel right."

"I think you taught me a wonderful lesson, I needed hear."

"Really?"

"Yes - everything you explained was so nice."

"I felt funny, like I was talking too much."

"Oh no, I wanted to hear it."

"It wasn't too private?"

"No - I loved it, especially all the stuff about our time at the lake."

Crissy squeezed me a little, and said, "That is such a special memory."

"Oh god - I loved that time with you so much."

"Me too..."

And then she moved in a little more, and hugged me tighter. I could feel our breasts pressing against each other. Oh God, it felt good.

I gently leaned in and kissed the top of her head.

I whispered, "I remember one day, I was on that little dock - and I was watching you, and it was so hot that day - I remember that. Even the water was hot, it was like a bathtub."

Crissy whispered, "The water could get so warm."

"Yeah - and even though it was warm like that, it felt so good to swim in the heat of the day"

Crissy excitedly said, "And we would skinny dip together, that cove was so hidden..."

"Crissy, you would just float on your back, and I would sit on the dock with my feet in the warm water, and it was like you would be right under me..."

"I remember."

"And you looked so peaceful, and your eyes were closed, and the way you would float on the water, and the lake was so calm... it was..." And I trailed off.

"What?" Crissy asked.

"Oh Crissy, you were so pretty..."

"I was?"

"The water was calm and the only thing that was really out of the water was your face, and you looked so tranquil - and your chest and tummy was just a little bit above the water too."

"Yes - that's the pose, that's what I dream about - that floating - just like that."

"When you were talking, I could picture it again, so clearly."

"I was so happy right then."

"And you looked so beautiful, it was so magical - with your breasts just above the water, I mean - you were at that lovely age, and just starting to grow up, and your breasts were only just beginning to change..."

Crissy giggled and said, "They haven changed much, they're still tiny."

"But, right then, with your eyes closed in the water - you looked so magical."

"Right then, I was in heaven," she whispered.

"And I remember looking at your nipples,

Crissy gasped, "You looked at my nipples?"

"Oh god yes, I remember staring at them."

"You did, really?"

"Crissy - they looked so beautiful. I remember they were so little, but they just seemed SO lovely and tiny and perfect. You could float like that for so long, and I would just gaze in a way that was so wonderful."

"It's funny, because that floating feeling I get - when I'm alone - it helps me to look at my own nipples."

"Crissy, I would just let myself get lost looking at your nipples, and then I would look at mine. I was just a little bit older, but my breasts were still pretty small too, but I remember my nipples seemed huge..."

"I remember that, they did seem big - they always looked like they were pale too - I remember thinking that they looked like you could be one of those beautiful old classic paintings of a nude in a museum. You know how breasts in those paintings can look so pretty and white."

"Oh god, I remember you telling me that!"

"I did?"

"Yes, just as you said it now, you said it to me at the lake. Oh my god, that memory just came back to me!"

"I still think that..."

"You do?"

"Yes, I mean - I - I..."

"It's okay..."

"Katherine, I just saw your breasts, when you sat up - and..."




Floating on the Lake



"Go on..."

"Well, back at the lake, we were just little girls back then, and just seeing them now - again - I thought that you were so, well so lucky that you still have that beautiful look"

"Really," I whispered.

Oh yes, I mean, the way your breasts and nipples are - it looks like a painting in a museum, where the skin is carefully painted so pale and milky, like it glows..."

"Crissy, that's the nicest thing you could have said..."

"It's true - I mean it..."

"Oh god, I remember being on the dock, I was naked and looking down at you in the water. And I was so jealous of your hard little nipples."

"Oh Katherine."

"I was, and I remember I was getting pubic hair, and you still didn't have any, and I remember thinking..."

"What?"

"Well, that I was a woman, and you were still just a girl."

"But we were both still little girls..."

"I know, but it felt like I was saying goodbye to that part of my life, and it was scary, and you were so completely a girl - and you just looked so perfectly peaceful."

And Crissy whispered, "That's what the floating feels like..."

"Yes, that floating feeling - I think I felt it too..."

"I'm glad you remember it so well..."

"I do - and - when you were talking, explaining it to me, I could see it all again, so clearly."

Crissy whispered, "What did you see?"

"I could see you, it was my view, as I was sitting naked on the dock looking down on you. You looked so beautiful."

Crissy let out a contented, "Mmmmmm..."

"But, I saw you floating, but I saw you with short hair, like your hair right now, not the long hair you had that summer."

"Really? Was I - did you visualize me as a little girl?"

I had to think, "I'm not sure. I mean, you still - I mean you still look so much the same."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do. You smile just like you did then. You're still thin, and your breasts are small - so I don't know. But, the image I had was so vivid - But, you still looked like a little girl, I mean - you didn't have any pubic hair." 

And with that, Crissy giggled a little.

"What's so funny?"

"Well, I still don't have any..."

"What do you mean?"

"Just recently, I mean just a few days ago, I shaved it all off."

"You - you did?" I answered in a shaky voice.

"Yes."

At that moment, I kind of shivered, but not from the cold. The emotional intensity was just monumental.

Crissy asked, "What is it? Are you okay?"

"Oh god yes - yes..."

"What is it?"

"Crissy, this may sound funny but, right now, I feel so good - I mean, I feel like I'm floating..."

"Really?"

"It's just like you said - I feel it, or something close to it - right now."

"But, are you..."

I kind of laughed, "No, both my hands are right here, on you!"

And I gently patted her on her shoulder and on her arm.

"But..."

"This is different, it's just some emotional aura that I'm feeling - it's intense, and it's happening - right now."

"Is it like being at the lake?"

"It's like that, I don't know - but this closeness, and hearing your voice, and hearing how happy and confident you sound - it's just so wonderful - I really feel like I'm floating."

"Oh Katherine."

"I feel tingly all over," I whispered.

"I feel good too, it's nice - but if you need... I mean, what can I do?"

"I don't know what I need. Just - Let's just keep talking, please..."

"Oh Katherine, Yes - good, I'll keep talking..."

"Please..."

"Okay, what was I saying?"

"You were telling me this wonderful story about that I shaved off your pubic hair."

Crissy nervously whispered, "Oh god, yes - I shaved myself, my pubic hair."

"Yes, why? I have never really understood why women do that - Why did you?"

"Well, I did it - because - do you really want to know?"

"Oh Crissy - tell me - just keep talking."

"I guess, I did it to see what it was like, and because - I thought maybe it would feel good."

I shivered again, and Crissy could feel it too.

I told her, "Oh god, I feel so emotional, keep talking..."

"It does feel good, I mean - like with the baby oil, for some reason it just feels a lot more slippery. I feel like it helped everything, the smoothness. I did it because..."

I literally panted a heavy, "Oh - oh god, Crissy..."

Crissy sort of giggled and said, "Katherine, you sound so excited..."

"Please, keep talking."

"Okay - I like the smoothness, with the oil. And the reason I did it - Well, when I would touch myself, with the baby oil - I would sometimes rub my - my..."

"Please, Crissy..." I begged.

"I would rub down between my legs, and then - I would rub on my bottom too, and my little hole, I like the feeling, touching it because there's no hair."

"Really?"

"Yes, my little bum-hole - it feels good..."

I smiled and said, "Oh my god, you make is sound so CUTE!"

And in this little girl voice she whispered, "It's little and I like it - It is cute!"

"Crissy - Oh god, and it was oily?" I gasped out.

"Katherine, I don't know why - But, it really feels good. I mean, it doesn't have any hair, and with the baby oil - it just feels SO smooth - and I love it, I really love it."

Suddenly, I was squeezing Crissy' so tight, and breathing harder - I can't explain what was happening - I was just soaring with this crazy intensity.

Crissy asked, "Oh my god, Katherine - are you all right..."

I stammered, "Y-yes - Oh god, yes..." And I squeezed her a little tighter.

And she nervously asked, "You're shaking..."

I stammered, "Oh god, oh god..."

"What is it?"

"Crissy, Oh god - I - I feel SO good right now!"

"But, the way you're acting - it's so..."

"Oh - Oh GOD, Crissy!" I interrupted, as my whole body trembled

"What is it? Tell me..." Crissy asked with a genuine concern in her voice.

I stammered, "I think it's from you, from you telling me - about how you feel - about floating - I don't know - I feel it right now - I'm floating..."

And she sounded happy for me, "Oh my god, Really?"

"I feel WONDERFUL!"

"Katherine, what should I do?" She asked with apprehension.

"Keep talking, it's helping me..."

"But..."

"Please!" I begged.

Crissy cautiously said, "I was talking about how the baby oil feels good since I shaved myself..."

"Yes - tell me..." I insisted as I squeezed Crissy tight.

Crissy spoke carefully, "Okay - I was saying the baby oil feels so good - But, it feels even better since I shaved."

"Yes..." I whispered as I squirmed in Crissy's embrace.

And - little by little - Crissy began to sound more eager, "I wanted it to feel like my bum-hole feels, I mean, it doesn't have any hair, and with the baby oil - it just feel so smooth - and I love it, I really love it - that's why I shaved, to get that silky feeling."

And, my hips started to pump with an uncontrollable sexual rhythm. And I know Crissy was feeling it with her leg draped over me.

And I gasped, "Oh - Oh Crissy..."

She kept it up, "And, now that I've shaved, it feels like I'm wetter, for some reason I feel like I get more lubricated now that..."

And then I moaned and had a sort of forceful spasm under the covers.

She nervously asked, "Oh my god, Katherine - Are you going to cum?"

"I - I don't know - maybe - this is different, it's wonderful - Please, just try and help me make this last."

"Okay - What can I do?"

"Please, keep talking..."

And she obediently replied, "Okay - where was I?"

"You were telling me why you shaved..."

And she said the same thing again, but with so much more emphasis on the sensual emotions, she was saying it like that for me, to help me.

She put her lips close to my ear and whispered, "Yes - It feels so good, the smoothness, and the slippery feeling, and I really try to be conscious of every sensation - I mean my little hole, my anus, doesn't have any hair, and with the baby oil - it just feels so wonderful - SO smooth when I rub it - and now I have that same feeling, that same smoothness all over..."

"Oh god - Crissy..." I gasped and shuddered.

I looked over at Crissy and she was looking at me, and she was smiling with enthusiasm.

She said, "This is so incredible..."

"I've never felt like this..." I stammered and I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head.

"Your face, is so - I need to sit up to look at you, is that okay?"

"Y-yes,"

And she let go of me and rolled over, and she still stayed carefully tucked under the covers, but she moved a little so she was on her tummy, propped up on her elbows, looking down at me.

She smiled and said, "Katherine, Oh my god - you look so excited."

I pleaded, "Crissy - Keep talking..."

Without hesitation she started again:

"The oil, and sometimes I used a lot of it, I pour it all down between my legs - it feels delicious, I caress myself - especially my little anus - I press my fingertip in a little circle motion and it's SO oily and throbbing and oh god, it feels SO good..."

She was obviously saying things with such exquisite details, just to make it more intense for me. She could see my intensified reaction.

"It feels SO good, and I would put one oily finger on my clitoris, and it's SO plump and slippery - and the other finger is pressing on my anus, in a tiny circle motions - and it's all oily - and it's SO sensitive to being rubbed..."

And then, I realized I was kind or rocking - and breathing hard. And Crissy was watching, and she seemed thrilled. She was trying hard to get me more excited.

"I would spread my legs, and I can put my feet up on the wall, that way it feels so much easier to touch my bum - and the skin, all around my little bum hole is SO smooth and slippery..."

"Oh god - oh god..." I whispered while I was squirming uncontrollably. Was it the heater warming up my bedroom? I don't know, but suddenly I felt so HOT.

"And it feels so good, with my feet up like that, it feels like everything is all SO open and easy to touch, and it's all SO oily and slippery..."

"Crissy - let me hold your hands - please..."

And she held out her hands, but to do so, she needed to get up on her knees a little.

I took her hands and I held them in mine, and I squeezed them tight.

"Katherine, this is incredible..."

"Oh god, Crissy, don't let go of my hands..."

Crissy acted a little confused as she replied, "Okay."

"Oh god - don't let me touch myself, okay..."

And as I said that, I was squirming under the covers. The room felt so hot, and I felt like I was sweating.

"Okay..."

"I don't know what's happening - I just feel so good, like I'm floating..."

"Can I help?"

"Don't let go of my hands, don't let me touch myself, I think I can cum - maybe - without touching myself at all - just from - just from this - what we're doing."

"Katherine - I want you to, I'll try..."

"Crissy - I - I..." I stammered as I squirmed.

"What? tell me..."

"I loved it - I loved it when you told me about your breasts..."

There was a mad urgency in Crissy's voice when she responded, "What was it?"

"When you said, how they would jiggle, when you watched them."

"Yes - you liked that, when I said that?"

I literally cried out, "Oh god, Crissy - I LOVED it!"

"Okay - I would - Look at myself, at my hard nipples, and I would..."

And as she spoke, my motions under the covers were getting so dramatic, that I could feel the blanket moving with each pulsation of my hips and my legs and hips.

Crissy went on, in an excited voice, "I would - I would rub myself, in a way that my breasts would shake, I mean - my whole body was shaking, and my breasts would shake too, like they would jitter from the motion..."

And her lovely face was so close to mine, looking down, smiling as she spoke.

"Katherine - I'm naked - and my oily firers are sopping - I can feel the wet thick liquid, as it slides out of my vagina - it's all warm - and it helps make my bum hole even more wet..."

Then I stammered, "Crissy, Keep talking - I think I'm gunna cum..."

And instantly her face lit up and she looked so radiant.

She gasped, "Oh my god - can you - really?"

"I think so..."

"What can I do?"

"Tell me about your nipples - please..."

She immediately replied, "My nipples - my nipples, they get hard - they are tiny, but they poke up when I'm all excited - and they feel so good - they feel SO GOOD..."

And without realizing just what I was doing, I kicked the blanket down, and Crissy could see my chest. She was on her knees, partially covered by the blanket, and maybe she wanted to cover herself back up but I was squeezing her hands so tight...

She was visibly thunderstruck by the sight of my bare breasts. And I was writhing around in such an exaggerated sexual way, and they bounced with each of my pulsations - and Crissy was just hypnotized.

"Keep talking..." I begged.

"Katherine, I - I..."

"Tell me about your nipples, it helps me - Please!"

"Okay - My nipples, they just feel so GOOD - and the way I lay there - I can look at them, and the are hard, and as I rub, I mean - as everything builds, my breasts just seem to move a little faster, and with the oil, when I rub myself..."

"Crissy - oh god - oh god..."

Crissy's face was right in to mine, and she spoke quietly just inches away from my ear, "All the sensations, especially my bum and my clitoris, everything is oily, and everything shakes - my nipples shake - as everything gets all plump and wet..."

And then I just convulsed, and I kicked franticly, and it took a moment of thrashing, but I kicked all the blankets off - and then instantly both Crissy and I were uncovered, and naked on my bed in the little hot room.

Crissy looked a little astonished, our faces were just inches away from each other, but she never let go of my hands.

She was silent for a moment, as I was pulsing with arousal.

Then she smiled and asked, "Do you still think you can cum - like this?"

"I don't know - maybe - but we should try..."

She asked, "What can I do..."

"Don't let go of my hands - I don't wanna touch myself - I think I can cum this way..."

She smiled and whispered, "Okay I wont let go..."

And right then, the way she was holding my hands - it was like she was trying to hide herself from me. She was all scrunched up, in a ball on her knees, in this modest pose, covering her naked body.

And she was holding my hands in front of her. Desperately clutching them.

Our faces were so close, and my breathing was loud and fast. I lay with my head on the pillow, and looked up at her.

And she looked so concerned, and asked, "What can I do?"

"Crissy, your nipples - how do they bounce?"

"Just before I cum, they just wiggle, like my whole body is vibrating..."

And hearing her say that, it was so frantic for me - I started squirming and writhing with such passion,

"Oh Crissy - please..."

"I can see them, and they are firm, and they..."

I interrupted, "Crissy - oh god - PLEASE!"

"What?"

I begged, "Crissy - help me - help me - help me..."

I was pleading with her, and then she looked at me with such abandonment.

She whispered, "I wanna help..."

I stammered, "Crissy - I haven't seen you naked - your - your nipples - since we skinny dipped together as little girls..."

She stayed in her modest little pose, and looked right at me. Then she smiled and kissed my shaking hands.

And she sat up, and Oh god - after all those years - I was actually seeing her breasts.

"Crissy - Oh god..." And as I spoke, I could feel hot tears form in my eyes.

She sat there, upright on her knees - and she looked so heart wrenchingly beautiful. I started to cry.

She looked so worried for me and whispered, "Katherine - I wanna help."

I whispered, sounding frightened, "Crissy? Crissy?"

She asked, "Pleeeese, how can I help?"

And then, with Crissy next to me, so close and holding my hands.

I spread my legs really wide, and I just let my hips start pumping - at the air, at nothing. The motion was uncontrollable.

She looked down at me, at my naked body, as my groin was desperately humping. And she was gripping my hands, and she looked confused.

And I was staring at her lovely breasts, and her hard little nipples, and crying.

She looked back to me and asked, "I wanna help - please."

I whispered, "Crissy - P-Please - hold my hands to the bed."

"Show me how."

And I carefully moved so she was holding my hands down on each side of my shoulders. My palms were up, and she interlocked her fingers and held them down.

To hold my hands like this, she had to lean in, and loom over me.

"Like this?"

She was above me, and her small breasts hung down, so close to my face - I was utterly transfixed.

"Yes - Crissy - I wanna cum like this..."

"Please - what can I do?"

"Your nipples - how would they shake?"

"Just as I get to that point, as I build up, so I'm shaking, and my body..."

I interrupted, "Crissy, you look SO perfect and beautiful..."

"Katherine - oh god..."

"You look wonderful, I love seeing you - I LOVE IT!"

And then she began to rock, and her tiny breasts moved with each motion.

I cried out, "Oh god - Crissy -YES!"

And she gave into it, and she stayed above me and let her chest wiggle faster and faster. We were face to face, and I could hear the pace of her breathing increase.

I asked, "Is this how it is, when your floating?"

"No - it's like this...

And then she changed tempo, and just sort of shivered, in this fast and passionate way. It was astounding, it was like that final emotional shudder that I have, just as I come, but she was able to just summon it up and let it happen. And hold it in time. 

I whispered, "Oh god - oh god..."

"Oh Katherine - this feels so good..."

And then she moved a little so her breasts were right above my face.

Crissy stammered, "They shake like this, when I'm floating..."

I was in shock, it was so beautiful. I stared for a long moment.

And then, without realizing what I was doing - I was kissing her tiny hard nipples.

Crissy immediately gasped out, "Oh Jesus - Katherine!"

And then I was sucking, her little nipples felt so hard and so tiny in my mouth, I was so thrilled, and I sucked madly - like a tiny baby lost in the joys of drinking her mothers milk.

Crissy stammered, "Yes, Oh my god - YES!"

And I was sucking, and squirming - and my hips were pumping - and Crissy was holding my hands down. She was floating above me, and she was panting.

And then I heard Crissy whisper, "Katherine - Oh god - Katherine - I love you so much..."

That just made me suck harder, and Crissy just got more excited.

She panted, "I love you..."

I went on sucking, I was just lost.

Crissy said it again, it sounded like she was crying, "I love you - I love you..."

I stopped sucking, and looked up, and I gasped out, "I love you too - Crissy, I love you so much..."

Crissy smiled and asked, "Can you cum like this?"

"Yes - I think I can - Yes - YES!"

Crissy had been sitting, on her knees, off to my side, as she held my hands down.

She asked, "Tell me what I can do - I wanna help..."

"I wanna see - how you shaved - how it looks."

And instantly, Crissy was on top of me, straddling me, with one knee on each side of my ribs. And her beautiful hips were just above my belly button.

She was till holding my hands, flat on the bed.

Crissy's little vagina was silky smooth. And it was wet.

"Oh my god..."

"Crissy, Please - I wanna see more..."

And she stood up a little taller - high up on her knees, arching her hips toward me.

As soon as I saw her, in this taller pose, I began squirming and thrusting my hips. I was writhing in this uncontrollable way.

Crissy said, "Oh my god, Katherine - are you okay?"

"YES! I feel so - oh god - so unbelievably turned-on - I'm floating..."

And I squirmed down, so my face was closer to her shaved vagina. I got under her, even as she held my hands.