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Giving

By: sighsoftly



Now it is your turn to be the one enjoyed.

As you wake this Saturday morning you find yourself unable to move. As you have slept I gently and quietly tied your wrists and ankles to the bed posts with soft ties made from silk cords. I smile as you grasp the situation and look at me questioningly. "What?" You ask.

I woke up earlier when you got up near your regular waking time and visited the bathroom so I know your need isn't too great to go right now.

"Shhhh," I whisper, as I gently kiss you good morning. You look at me imploringly as you wonder what my agenda is. "This morning you are mine," I speak softly, "I want to do with you as I will and I promise you'll enjoy it. So you be quiet and let me have My way for once." 

You smile and nod as I move up to your hands. You think I'm going to loosen and free your hands but you are sweetly mistaken. I touch your fingers with nothing but my mouth, gently kissing each finger tip then sucking each finger into my mouth, first, your thumb, then your forefinger, kissing the tip then softly sucking downward until the whole finger is in my mouth. Your ring finger is licked then taken in. Your pinkie finger is gently kissed then softly nibbled and sucked. Your middle finger slides into my mouth as I suck it gently, making it fuck my mouth. Do you feel the rush to the center of your body as I do when you suck my fingers?

After I do this, I softly lick and bite the palm of your hand, pulling away as I see your fingers curl with the sensation. I then softly lick and kiss your wrist, down your arm, the inside of your elbow to your armpit. Ah, your armpit, your delicious armpit. I softly run my tongue over your armpit... tasting your man sweat, the wonderful salty taste of you. I continue licking and kissing until your armpit is clean and you are overwhelmed with the feeling. 

I then kiss across your chest as I crawl over your naked body, smiling as I feel and know your body wants mine so badly. I start then on the other hand... licking, kissing, sucking, nibbling, biting... to that armpit and clean it with my tongue.

I then start at your forehead. "Ah! Ah! No!" I admonish you as your mouth reaches for my breasts as I kiss your forehead. I kiss your forehead, kissing the lines of laughter, letting your forehead and face feel the sensation of my mouth kissing and licking. Kissing and licking your eyelids your brows, and your temples are next. I must be careful now. Your body wants me badly as I hover above it giving new feelings to the places that never feel a kiss. In front of your ears, under your eyes, the bridge of your nose, and down it to the tip feel the soft wet pressure of my tongue and lips. I then lick your lips, letting the gentle raspyness of my tongue awaken your mouth anew. 

You are surprised with the difference of feeling on your lips by me using my tongue. Then I open your lips with my tongue and relentlessly taste your mouth. This kiss is deep and full and strong, our tongues dance and war with each other.

As I do this, I feel your body becoming desparate and pushing toward mine. "You want this? You want me to take what you offer?" I ask. 

Your eyes bore into mine as you breathe, "YES! Oh, Yes! Please!" 

"But I'm not finished," I hesitate.

Near to tears, you softly beg, "Please take what I can give! Please let me have that release!"

"But I've not touched your body or even your neck," I whisper as I suit my words to action of kissing and biting your neck.

"Oh! Oh, god, please.., " you whimper.

You are pushing off of the bed now, trying to find my soft moist darkness with your questing hot cock. I glance down to see the precum stringing to your stomach from the tip.

"Then you will do it as I say, or it stops," I speak slowly and clearly despite my own excitement. I then reach down and pull precum to my lips as you watch and lick it from my own fingertips.

"Yes! Oh, Please! I'll do anything you say! Please let me offer you me!" You beg as I take more precum, open my legs, and slide it between my pussy lips with my finger. "Oooooohh!" You moan as you watch. I slide my finger deep inside me as you watch and pull it out. I touch that finger to your lips and watch the pleading in your eyes as you lick and suck it.

Taking pity on you and because my own need is so strong, I then raise myself on my knees over your body and, watching your face, our eyes locked together, slowly impale my soaking wet pussy on your needy hot cock. You arch up but I arch up higher and take only the tip inside me, moving in circles so that my moisture mingles with your precum to lubricate us both.. so the head of your cock feels the entire rim of my vagina and the hot wetness gathered there. 

You moan and close your eyes, your breathing is measured as I slowly take an inch more of your cock into my tight cave. I can tell you are having to work at not pushing farther, at letting me control your entry to me. I lean to your sweet face and kiss the edge of your jawline, licking and nipping with my lips as I rock slowly, allowing more of you to enter me each time I move downward. Your open mouth and hard breathing tells me you are having to hold back from wrenching your arms toward me. I know you want to take over and push me down, slamming into me hard but today is not like that. Today is my day and I'm going to give you the time of your life.

As I contemplate your handsome face and neck, kissing your neck softly, I raise back up and off of your cock. Your face saddens and you open your eyes to see what's happening. I slide over to the side and start at your neck, kissing downward. I detour at your nipples and take time to lick and suck each one, making your man nipples hard. I watch your face as your head begins to slowly roll from side to side with the intensity of your feelings. I kiss down your breastbone to your waist. Your belly button gets extra attention, a deep sweet french kiss, my tongue darting in and around as your stomach writhes. You try to push your needy cock toward my face as I kiss my way down that beautiful treasure trail to your pubic bush. My fingers gently slide around the base of your cock holding it as I continue down to caress your balls in my mouth...one at a time, massaging each with my tongue and lips. I tenderly let them go and kiss your groin, that wonderful space where your leg meets your stomach, kissing up it to your hipbones..such a sensitive place, so often overlooked.

Your body has taken over now as it gently pushes against my hand holding your cock. Smiling, I then take your cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue around and over the head, listening for your labored breathing and feeling satisfied as you whimper. I take it deeper into my throat... pushing against my mouth. 

My own body is betraying me. I feel my own wetness increase and know I must have you soon. Your entire body is straining to be felt... to be with mine as mine is for you. I slide up on you again and study your face for a moment. You whisper, "Please?" 

I smile and move so that your cock is poised to enter my dripping darkness. I raise up, pulling your cock up inside the edge of my pussy. Then I push back and down, hard, taking all of you as deeply as I can on one stroke. "YYYEEESSSSSSSS!" You scream. "Oh! Yes!" You begin to moan loudly as I ride you hard and deeply, long stroking almost the full length of your cock with each rise and fall of my body onto yours. Your body rises to meet me of its own volition and we are timed perfectly. Our bodies slam together at that perfect point of total fullness and depth. As we rock together my clit is pushed against your pubes and I feel the rise of my inner tension and move even faster. You seem to feel it too as your thrusts become harder and faster. You see my face slacken and know my mind is on the moment of .... CUMming. I cry out and slam down hard and that puts you over the top as well. Your hot strong cum shoots into me as I grind hard against you. I feel your cock pulse as it shoots again and again. I rock against you as waves of orgasm flow over me, making me spasm and shake against you. 

Finally, the feelings recede a little and I become sane again. I reach up, barely able, and untie your wrists. I don't want to move. This has been as strong for me as it has for you. You turn your wrists as they loosen up then gently pull me down to you tight. Holding me against your chest, our bodies still fitted together, you kiss the top of my head and whisper, "Baby, that was fantastic." 

I slowly look up meeting your smiling eyes and answer quietly, "Yes, it was." Then I lay my head back down on your heart, thinking into the future of another time when we'll try something new and different.

Giving



As is often the case, one small thing set about a chain of events. One of my friends made an offhanded remark about taking it up the ass. I thought she was joking at first, but when I followed up with questions, she told me that she lets her husband do it to her occasionally, and they both really like it. The whole idea of having something shoved into my butt seemed less than enjoyable. It was a one way path in my mind. Every time my husband, Jason, had raised the subject of playing with that area, I shut him down immediately. But after my friend set the thought in my mind, I started doing some reading online. And as I read a couple of well written stories by women on the subject, I found myself getting more curious. Like a good researcher, I learned more and more and slowly grew more comfortable with the idea. Actually, more than comfortable -- the concept was starting to turn me on.

I still needed to gain some comfort with the idea, so I ordered a small plug and lubricant online. A few days later, I found the package sitting outside the door. As I rose from picked up the box, I looked down the street. "I wonder if the other neighbors order such things," I thought humorously. I took it inside and anxiously slit open the tape. There it was, the rubber object that I would be placing in my ass. My reaction was that of amusement, humor, excitement, and a bit of trepidation. I was a bit worried as it was larger in real life than I thought it would be, though it wasn't nearly as large as Jason's hard dick.

I didn't do anything with it that day. It was late and Jason would be coming home soon, so I hid it away and set about making dinner. But it now became my own personal Telltale Heart. I began to think about it all the time. And the thoughts would naturally follow to wonder what it would be like getting fucked by Jason.

The next day, I had a couple of hours after work to myself before Jason came home. I turned on the faucet to pour a bath, dropped some bubbles into the water, and then walked to the other room. I stopped by the kitchen for a glass of wine. Nervously, I pulled the plug and lube out from their hiding place and walked to the bathroom. Shutting off the water, I now undressed and stepped into the warm tub. I sat there for a while. All of my focus was now on sex. My pussy simply throbbing. Hidden beneath the layer of foam on the water was my naked body and on that body a spot that had never been explored. 

As I had these thoughts, I slowly ran my fingers down my chest. Languishingly exploring my body as my hand came to my clit. I leisurely rubbed it for a while before giving it a light tug and then pressing lower to feel the tunnel of my pussy. "This is what it feels like to have something inside of me," I thought. I grabbed the plug from the edge of the tub and pushed into my pussy. "It fits so easily," I thought as I tried to comfort myself. Plug still resting in my pussy, I now brought my hand down lower and felt the entrance to my ass. Suddenly I realized how tight and small it was compared to my pussy. I started to press my finger to the entrance and was surprised by the resistance. I became worried that maybe I couldn't carry out my plans. I pressed harder, being careful to avoid hurting myself with my nail, until my finger found some freedom. But the tension at the entrance worried me, "How would this much pressure ever be pleasurable to Jason."

I held my finger there for a while hoping for something to happen. I had read that my body would slowly begin to accept the intrusion. But I felt like a girl exploring her clit for the first time. I tried to control tight muscles of my ass, but just when I thought that I had learned to relax, my thoughts would stray and I'd feel them squeeze my finger once more.

Now the thought of the plug concerned me. "More wine," I laughed, as I grabbed for the glass. I turned to sit on my knees and opened the tube of lube. I was now regretting my decision not to get the numbing tube. "I don't want to mask the feeling of Jason inside of me," I had thought at the time. I poured a dollop of the jelly onto my finger and then raised my butt to the air. I wondered if I'd now be picturing this every time I did it doggy style. I pressed the lube to ass and then ran a thin layer over the plug.

"This is it," I thought with anxious anticipation. I reached around and directed the plug to my entrance, ready to take as much time as necessary to accommodate its size. Slowly I pressed more and more into me, slowly relaxing to its girth. Bit by bit, my body was accepting the rubber object. And more and more, I was starting to grow peaceful in my mind that I would be able to do it. Then, suddenly, it popped into place. My ass now firmly held the plug, its rings wrapping around the base of the plug. I wish I could say that it was pleasurable or even erotic, but instead I felt a deep sense of accomplishment in the moment. The sensation was tightness and fullness, but not stimulating. Nonetheless, I rubbed myself to a celebratory orgasm with the plug still inside me.

The plug nearly popped itself out once I gave it a small tug. I washed it off and sat it on the side of the tub when I heard a noise in the other room. "Oh God, Jason is home!," I panicked. Worried that he might walk into the bathroom, I quickly scooped the plug and lube into the water in hopes that the bubbles might hide them. But to my relief, he just gave a light wrap on the door to say that he was home and left me alone once more. I smiled as I imagined a conversation where I responded, "Hi honey, I'm just sitting here in the tub shoving objects up my bum."

I cleaned up, dried off, and spent the evening watching TV with Jason that night. The plug brought a new vibrance to our marriage. With the plug speaking to me from beneath it's pile of t-shirts, sex was now constantly on my mind. I now began to wonder how I should approach the subject with Jason. I knew that he would like the idea, after all, he'd joked about it many times in the past. But this time, I was prepared to give him what he wanted, and I wanted to make it have maximum impact.

I was in fairly good shape. I'd lost about twenty pounds over the past year, and I was fairly toned. Admittedly, I had started to work the glutes a bit more recently as I conjured my plans.

While shopping one day, I found some yoga pants that were perfect for my plan. The fabric was sewn so that they drew a bit into the cleavage of one's butt. I tried them on and they looked fabulous. Very simple, but the black knit fabric perfectly accentuated the two lobes of my ass. In fact, I was so impressed that I bought two pair. It wasn't a cheap shopping trip. Empowered by my new awareness of my derriere, I made several stops that day until by bags were full with shorts, panties, dresses, skirts, and the shoes to show them off.

My little plan risked becoming a lifestyle change, and yet Jason still new nothing of it. But I caught him paying more attention to my backside. Several times in the next couple of weeks, he'd come up with some excuse to talk as he'd walk up to me, hug me from behind, and casually press himself into my ass. I was loving it.

Two weekends after my shopping trip, Jason and I went to the restaurant down the street and came home a bit more tipsy than normal. Instead of turning on the TV like he normally would when we got home, he went over and turned on the radio to one of the vanilla pop stations. We sat there talking, kissing, and flirting for a while. Yet more wine numbing our inhibitions. Then one song I particularly like started playing on the radio. I stood up in the darkness and started dance. It was a bit of a bump and grind song, and I was feeling randy, and I started to playfully dance on Jason's lap. I'd never considered myself a dancer, and I had no clue how to give a lap dance. But alcohol fueled my weak hearted attempt. Apparently though, I was doing something right. Jason shifted himself on the couch as I felt his cock grow hard against my ass. He around and started pressing my breasts into me from behind. 

When the song ended, I playfully asked, "Did you like that?"

Rather than answer my question, he complemented me, "Your ass is fantastic baby."

I smiled. "Thanks. Did I get someone a bit excited?"

His eagerness was palpable. "Did you ever. If the song hadn't ended, I was worried that there was going to be a little incident right here in the couch."

I sat there on the couch and continued to slowly rock against him. After a couple of minutes, I led him to the bedroom. It was time to make that "little incident" happen. We slowly undressed each other until he was naked and I only in my g-string. He lay behind me holding me with his hard dick nestled in the crack of my ass, slowly rubbing up and down.

"Does that feel good?," I asked.

"Incredible, so soft and firm and warm. Makes me just want to bend you over, pull your wet panties to the side, and simply ravish you."

He certainly did know how to talk to a woman. "Honey," I said. "Is that all you think about?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, when you think of my ass. What does it make you think about?"

With a confused pause, he responded, "I think about watching you get ready in the morning in your g-string, hoping that you'll bend over to pick something up, your pussy perfectly framed by your legs...about how great you look in your yoga pants, about how fabulous it feels when I grab it as I fuck you, or the smacking sound it makes as a pound you from behind..." He was clearly working himself up.

I was more blunt, "What about my asshole? Do you ever think about it?"

This time, there was a long pause. "What about it?," he asked.

"Does it turn you on? Do you ever fantasize about more than just my butt? The core of my ass?"

He was clearly confused. And for a moment, I worried that I had made a significant mistake. Then he responded, "Yeah, I guess. Do you really want to know?"

I giggled, "yes."

"I think about how tight and small it is. Sometimes, when you're bent over, I want to just keep you hunched over so that I can stare. It's hard to explain, but I guess it's just similar to the incredible lust I have when I see or feel your wet pussy. I simply need it...." 

"So apparently, my ass is a second pussy to him," I thought.

"I think about touching it and exploring its depths. If you really want to know, one of my biggest fantasies is to plunge into you until I explode inside."

And there it was, my invitation to speak. "Jason. It would make me so happy to give you that wish. If you really want to, I'll do it for you. I want you to fuck my ass." Saying "fuck my ass," felt powerful.

"You mean right now? Fuck your ass right now? Are you sure?," he exclaimed.

I replied, "Aren't we eager," I teased. "Next weekend will be special. Friday night. I want to make you think about it all week. Now what can I do for you tonight? Let me make your fantasies come true." It felt a bit cliché, but I'm not sure that I could have noticed in his foggy haze of lust. I reached around with my hand to lightly stroke his hard cock.

I'm not sure that I'd ever seen or felt him so excited. I think he worried what he had done to deserve what I was saying to him. I had provided him with an invitation to take my virgin ass and was now offering to do just about anything else. His response wasn't unexpected, and was something I was more than happy to do for him.

Not wasting time with any formalities, he blurted out, "I want to fuck you and then finish on your face."

I confidently responded, "Explode all over me baby." I love making him happy.

-----

The week went quickly. I had used the plug several more times after that first evening, and each time, my body seemed to accept it more quickly. I started wearing it for an hour or two at a time, and each time, got used to the feeling of it inside of me after a while. I liked to secretly wear it around the house with Jason there.

Despite his requests, Jason and I spent the week with temporary celibacy, and I told him that I wanted him from doing anything about it "on his own." I wanted him charged and ready when the time came. The closest he got to any sort of release was when I told him about the plug. He wanted to see it, and like a kid opening a toy on Christmas, I let him use it on me. I thought I was going to have to tie him down to keep him from simply taking me right then and there. I too was really turned on by letting him watch and participate.

I always get home from work a couple of hours before Jason. On Friday, I spent those hours preparing. I had already picked out what I was going to wear, but I wanted to be as clean and fresh as possible. Tonight, he would have complete access to my body. A bit paranoid, I watched what I was eating that week, and even took a couple of laxative pills on Thursday for good measure. I shaved and cleaned and scrubbed until my pussy and ass must have been the cleanest things in the house. I took similar pains on my hair and makeup. I wore my hair up, I wanted my neck and shoulder exposed. 

When I was done, I walked to the bedroom and started to pull out what I would wear that evening. Tonight was a night for pushing boundaries, and what I wore reflected that. After a spritz of perfume, I slipped on the most minimal of g-strings. They were completely impractical outside of the bedroom, so small that it was impossible to keep from having one or both of the sides rest in the clefts of my pussy. And it was unlined, so it did little to retain the moisture that was now leaking from my pussy. It represented sex, and it was having a corresponding reaction. As I walked to the mirror to see them on me, the soft fabric rubbed against my clit. I knew this would be a challenging few hours.

I walked back to the closet and grabbed my shorts from their drawer. I had to order these online -- I couldn't find anything like them locally short of going to one of the several adult stores. But despite my description, my goal was to look wanton without looking like a stripper. I drew them up my legs and pulled and tugged them into place. I turned around to the mirror, and my ass looked fabulous if I do say so myself. The spandex material perfectly molded to my curves, covering only the top of my cheeks, the bottoms exposed allowing me to show off the definition between my ass and thigh. I began to wonder whether this was about turning Jason on, or about me gaining appreciation for my hard efforts at the gym.

On top, I slid into a red tube top. It was the only thing that wasn't new -- I wore it regularly in the summer. The red was a bit flashy and I like how it exposed my shoulders, but it had a practical side as well -- comfortable and with a built in bra that made my breasts look good. I had matched my lipstick to the red of the top, and now it was starting to come together. I next put on my necklace, a string of small white stones. Pearls were too formal, and gold too insubstantial. I had chosen this necklace because of the vague symbolism of when Jason finishes on my chest.

Finally, I bent down and grabbed my shoes. They were classy...and admittedly expensive. They would have been at home with a high end couture dress, and that's why I had chosen them. I was the perfect mix between style and sex. Their three inch heel made my legs look long and muscular, and now my butt was looking all the more fabulous. I walked around in front of the mirror strutting. Peaking over my shoulders at the view from behind. I was hot. No other way to describe it.

Finally, I took a black crepe sarong and wrapped it around my hips. Tonight was about anticipation and unveiling, and I wanted to introduce myself slowly to Jason. I went to the kitchen and started to cook tonight's meal. Jason loves steak, and this was one of the rare occasions when I made it for him at home. As the meat began to sear in the pan, I heard the garage door open.

Jason stepped in the door, threw his bag on the floor, and took in the scene. His gorgeous wife was in the kitchen making tonights meal. He knew what would follow. But as sexy as she looked, he hoped he could hold out.

After a pause, he walked over to me as I turned to face him. He leaned down and gave me a hard kiss. "You look incredible. I love you so much." He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes.

I smiled, glowing, and responded, "I love you too Jason." We held each other for a few more seconds before I told him the plan. He was to go freshen up, change clothes, and that dinner would be ready in about twenty minutes. Then I hurriedly rushed to finish dinner and set the table. The lights were already dim, but I decided that tonight would just be candles, so I set several on the table until the room was aglow in flickering light. Jason walked back in and I told him to take a seat. I walked over to him and set his plate in front of him. Our eyes made contact. Then I took a step back, reached to my waist, and loosened the tie of my sarong before tossing it to the corner. His eyes instantly dropped down my body, until he was staring open jawed at my skin tight shorts. I confidently turned around and walked back to the kitchen, feeling his gaze on my ass. I grinned. Neither of us said anything.

Returning with my own plate, Jason now spoke, "Are you sure that we need to eat."

I responded, "Eat now, there will be plenty of time for play."

We quietly ate dinner, the tension keeping conversation to a minimum. Music from the living room filling the silence. We were each engrossed in our thoughts.

When we had finished, I cleared the table, making several trips to his enjoyment. Desert was simple, a handful of truffles which I had picked up at our favorite confectionery. I placed them on a plate and walked back into the dining room, setting it on a table beside the couch.

"Come here," I said.

Obeying, I led him to the living room and set him on the couch. The candles were too dim to have much affect through the doorway, so I slowly turned up the dimmer on a lamp. Standing in front of him and still allowing the silence to speak loudly, I turned away from Jason, placed my fingers at my hips, and slowly pulled my shorts to my feet before kicking them off. I took a moment to wiggle my butt. My pussy framed as he liked it just inches in front of his face. I stood and turned to face him, rubbing my hands up and down my body. I enjoyed putting on a show for him. Tonight was about drama.

I took a truffle and placed it on my tongue before bending down to kiss him. I lightly pressed it into his open mouth. He chewed and swallowed. I took another and consumed it the same. I reached for a third. As I watched his eyes, I brought it to my stomach, before taking one hand to pull my panties away from my body and slowly sliding the truffle toward my pussy. Concealed by the thin fabric, I rubbed it down my cleft, lightly coating it with my flavor. I brought it toward his mouth as if to feed it to him, but then I quickly drew it to mine before chewing and swallowing. He let out a sigh and adjusted himself as he looked up to my eyes. For a fourth time, I reached to the plate of truffles. I again brought the truffle to my stomach. This time, I pulled my panties to the side giving Jason a close view of my pussy. He swallowed and shifted in the couch. I drew the truffle lower and lower, this time circling it around before drawing it upward, toward my hot channel. I was soaked and my wetness was even starting to run down my leg. I brought the damp chocolate to Jason's mouth. He eagerly devoured it.

I now laid down on the floor with my knees slightly bent, facing him. I placed a truffle low on my belly and motioned for him to come eat it. He dropped from the couch to the floor and quickly made it disappear. Immediately, he began kissing lower. "He took the bait," I thought. For the next few minutes, he licked and prodded and rubbed at my hot cunt with his tongue as I moaned and writhed with clenched fists. My miniscule panties had held up admirably, but now I stood, removed them, and dropped them to Jason, before walking off into the darkness of the bedroom. Jason was close behind.




Giving



Tonight was about exploration, and so I wanted to let him see and play at will. I pulled the chain to the lamp beside the bed. I laid down on my stomach, head tilted to the side toward Jason. I smiled as I looked at him. He seemed a bit shy as he sat next to me on the bed. I took my hand and lightly slapped my butt. The crack disturbed the light sounds of music coming from the other room. Snapped out of his hesitation, he started massaging my cheeks, his grip slowly growing stronger. He leaned over and started kissing me and then gently bit left cheek a couple of times.

I pulled my legs up and lifted myself off of the bed and onto my knees, Jason watching wondering what was going to happen. I slipped my top off and told him that I wanted him to be naked as well. I watched him undress, his erection sticking out prominently into the air. I pulled him toward me and playfully kissed his cock before slipping it into my mouth and drawing down the length several times. I pulled away and moved to my hands and knees on the bed, wondering what Jason would do. He crawled up behind me and placed his length into the valley of my ass. He began to slowly slide up and down until the lubricating moisture of my mouth disappeared. 

"I'm clean," I said. I'm not sure why I said that, I didn't have any expectations. I think I just wanted to make him feel comfortable. He pulled his head down closer to my juncture. He reached between my legs and rubbed the length of his fingers against my clit. He spread the moisture from my hole around the pussy. I had more than enough wetness to go around. I was so turned on -- on display and prepared for what was coming.

When he had satisfied himself with my pussy, he drew his wet fingers upward toward my eager bud. He tickled the entrance before adding a bit more pressure. The tip of his finger explored the entrance. He was clearly fascinated with what he was seeing. Then he bent down to kiss it before tonguing it for a short while.

Saying just "Love," as I lifted my arm. I pointed toward the bottle of lube on the nightstand. He crouched toward the tube, untwisted the cap, and squeezed a small amount on his fingers. Feeling cold, he brought it to his mouth to try to warm it before applying it to my asshole. He tried to press the excess into the hole itself before grabbing some more lube and stroking his cock. The event felt like some sort of sacred ritual, he was being very slow and deliberate about the process.

I knew he was ready, but I broke the silence with an invitation. "Fuck my ass baby." I gave a light smile as I looked back toward him. He moved around and slowly inserted his finger into my depths, as if charting the way for his awaiting member. It went easily. Having defined the path, he pulled out and went grabbed his cock.

I closed my eyes. I felt the tip of his penis touch to my bud. "This is it," I thought. Suddenly nervousness returned. I didn't want anything to ruin this and I hoped that I was ready. Then he began to slowly press against into me. I visualized the whole growing wider for the intrusion. I tried to relax, remembering my experiences with the plug. He pressed harder. Slowly he was pushing into me. Then it was over. We each felt it, a sense of satisfaction as the muscles of my ass accepted him. He paused.

"You OK?," he asked.

"Wonderful," I replied. It was true. The feeling of having him enter me was wonderful. For the first time in my life, I was sharing my most private place with someone I love. I could never imagine trusting anyone else.

"Me too," he said with a moan. I loved that I was able to give him the satisfaction that he had so desperately wanted.

His hands reached and traced slowly down my neck and around to this side before resting on my hips. He began to slowly plunge in and out of me, never going too fast, but seemingly taking in the moment. I twisted my head back toward him and saw that he had his eyes closed with his head tilted upward. His pleasure was obvious.

I carefully drew my legs downward until they were laying flat on the bed, never letting Jason's dick fall from my ass. He laid flat on my back, the length of his body echoing mine, his hands holding my breasts as we lay there still as one. Connected by my core. He rocked slowly into me, allowing me to feel his dick in my ass.

"I want to see us." I motioned to the floor mirror in the corner. Jason was reluctant to pull out, but after trying to stay in me as we shuffled out of bed, he was forced to withdraw. I stood sideways to the mirror and bent over, knees slightly bent. Jason came up behind me, adding a dollop of lube, and with caution, slowly re-entered me. Feeling my ass stretch while witnessing what was happening drove me wild. The display reminded me of the strange poses I'd seen in Kama Sutra drawings, only it was me that was being pleasured.

"All the way," I instructed Jason. He pushed into me as far as he could. I watched our reflection as he pressed hard into my rear, holding my hips for leverage. There I was, bent over with my ass impaled on my husband's hard cock.

We made our way back to the bed, my ass stretched into air, begging to be fucked. "Take my ass baby. Use it for your pleasure. It's yours. I want you to explode in me." He carefully pushed his cock back into my ass, this time it let him in with relative ease. After making a few slow strokes, he began to increase the pace. I could feel it sliding past the rings at the entrance, but also deeper inside of me. The feeling and imagery was too much for me. We were each losing control. I buried my face in the pillows at the top of the bed, grabbing onto my hair in a fruitless attempt to hold onto something. Jason was now slamming me. I was literally screaming in pleasure. Jason was in a frenzy. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!," I repeated again and again. The phrase turned me on more each time I said it. Then, I could hardly believe it, but an orgasm overtook me. It came without warning, and I couldn't believe that I was coming without anything even touching my pussy. At nearly the same time, Jason pressed into me moaning, filling my ass with seething sperm. He pulled out quickly, my ass tightening behind as it locked away his seed.

Jason walked drunkenly to the bathroom. I simply collapsed onto the bed, my head half covered by a pillow. The sweat on my back now felt cool, exposed to the air. The bed was in disarray, pillows and sheets everywhere. My ass felt gloriously used. I had just given to Jason and I had received in turn. 

As I lay there motionless, half-asleep, I was startled awake as Jason turned off the lamp and crawled into bed. He pulled up the sheets to covered my back and curled up next to me, his leg resting across mine, his head facing me. His hand lightly grabbed the cheek of my ass. "I love you," he said before we each drifted off to sleep.



Giving



I think you've fallen asleep. I sit right on the edge of the bed, my skin reacting to the quick burst of breeze from the open window. I tilt my chin up and stretch my neck from side to side. My hair, still damp from the shower, cascades down my back and just brushes at the curve of my hip. I grip the mattress at my sides, losing myself in my own gentle arousal. My nipples perk up. 

I twist at the waist. Looking back at you, my chin resting on my left shoulder, and my wet hair covering my cheek, I melt when I see you smile. 

You reach your right hand toward me and place it firmly on the softness of my lower back. Letting the strength of your thumb lead the way, you trace my backbone, gripping and squeezing with your palm on the way up. When you get to my neck, you grasp with desire and don't let go. 

You've got me breathing deeply, I'm turned on and ready to serve you. 

You scoot closer to me on the bed, still holding the back of my neck, strands of hair tangled in your grip. Your other hand repeats the movements of the first, until both hands are holding me tightly at the base of my skull. 

Kneeling behind me, you slide your hands down my shoulders, caress my arms, and end up with your hands on top of mine, holding them in place. You nuzzle at my neck, your breath hot on my chilled skin. You play at my ears, planting soft gentle lingering kisses, and slowly alternating left and right at first, then growing more persistent, nibbling harder. 

I try to wiggle my fingers but you're restraining my hands. I get goosebumps as you whisper into my ear that which cannot be repeated. 

You know I'm ready for you when I turn my head back to meet your lips. I kiss you only barely at first, leaving room to tug on your bottom lip with my teeth as we pull apart. 

You release your grip, climb off the bed, and stand in front of me. I am pleased at the strength and size of your erection. I obviously turn you on, which makes me even hotter for you. 

You place one hand under my chin and pull my face up to look at yours. Your loving smile has been replaced with a gaze of pure lustful desire. Your gorgeous eyes pierce my being. I want to fulfill your every wish. 

To make sure I feel safe, you bend down and give me one last gentle kiss on the cheek, say "I love you," and then stand again. While you're still holding my chin in place, your other hand takes the back of my head. You say, "open," and pull my hair back, forcing my mouth to open wide for you. 

I am so ready to take you. I lick my lips as best I can, and let my tongue dangle out like a landing pad. I look straight ahead at your hard cock, hungry to please you. You come closer, placing the very tip on my top lip. You pick up my hands from the bed and move them to your abdomen. Your muscles are rock hard. I trace the outline of your sixpack with my fingertips, moving south. When I get to the base of your penis, I grip it snugly and press my other hand against your inner thigh. 

You finally allow me to take you in my mouth. You put both your hands on the back of my head. With my wet tongue, I draw circles up and down the length of your shaft, varying the suction as you push into my throat, and then pull my head off. At first, you give me time to do it right, but before long, it's all I can do to breathe between your thrusts into my face. My scalp gets tender where you're pulling my head back with each thrust. 

My hand between your legs grabs at your balls to test their tightness. You pull my head off of you. You grab both my breasts and knead them hard, randomly pinching hard at my nipples between squeezes. Your hard, wet cock is inches from my face, and I try to reach for it. You push my hands away, and say, "stand."

I stand. 

You grab my hips hard and swivel me quickly so that I am facing the bed. You take my ass with both hands and mimic the attention you were just giving my breasts. You know I love having my ass squeezed with force. With each squeeze, you go a little harder and a little deeper, and your fingertips get closer and closer to finding my wet hole. 

At the first brush of my pussy, I feel shivers up my spine. I lean my head back against your chest, look up at you, and whisper, "please fuck me." You return in a low horny growl, "bend over."

I bend over for you, splaying my arms out on the bed, and widening my stance. I raise my hips as high as they will go. I present you with perfection, a nicely trimmed pussy and asshole. I'm so wet for you and you can see it. 

I say it again, louder. "Please, fuck me."

Again, you grab my hips. With a tight grasp on my hips, you pull my ass back slowly toward you. When the tip of your cock meets my waiting hole, I fill with desire for you. I love to let you guide me and pose me in the way that suits your needs. I want you to use me. I want to feel wanted, and needed. 

You won't push in though. You know this point is what drives me crazy, so you just tickle the rim of my vagina with your cock. You paint little circles around my hot hole, teasing me and making me want you more. When I say one more time, "Please, will you fuck me now!?" you pick up both of my hands and take them to my back, holding both my wrists behind me with one strong hand. With the other, you grab a fistful of my hair, jerking my head back. 

Without needing to aim or adjust, you skillfully pull me back towards your cock and jam it into me in one long hard thrust. The pain of instant deep penetration gives way to sinful pleasure after a few strokes. You alternate deep strokes with short, fast with slow, and hard with gentle, keeping me guessing all along. You and I both love when you take control over me. You have the power, you are in charge. My breasts dangle and bounce below me as you're holding me up. You pull my hair harder, then release some, then pull again. 

This feeling is unlike anything else. With the position you're holding me in, I am at your mercy, yet it feels so good. The head of your cock glides against the walls of my pussy with each thrust. The pressure in me is building and I want desperately to rub myself off while you fuck me. I try to pull one hand away so I can mercifully relieve my clit of its own erection, but you only tighten your grip and continue impaling me from behind.

As you feel your own pressure mounting, you forget momentarily and grab my hips again. At first, this means my face hits the bed hard, but I recover quickly, first bracing myself at the best angle for you with my left hand, and then covering my clit with my right. I move my middle finger over my hard nub in small quick circles. You smack my ass hard. The combination of you slamming me deeply from the back and my own stimulation does it for me every time. 

My orgasm comes slowly at first and then all at once, sending shivers down both legs, and up my back. My pussy vibrates around your cock. I try to breathe, bringing myself down as gently as I can while you are still pounding away. My right hand drops further back, reaching for your cock. I use two fingers to make a tight V at the entrance to my pussy. 

This does it for you. You slam me hard three final times, each time pumping hot cum deep into me. With the final push, I push back and clench hard, squeezing as much out of you as I can get. You hold my ass against you for a few moments, and then pull back, your softness sliding out of me. 

You shove me down on the bed, and then lay next to me, face to face. With a single finger, you trace my hairline, my earlobe, my cheekbone, and my lips, before pulling me toward you for a long, soft kiss. 

Again, you say, "I love you." You close your eyes and fall sleep. I smile.



Giving a First



They never had met before in person, but had talked, had been intimate online, had  shared feeling and thoughts and some goals. They had talked about themselves and their likes and dislikes. She was experienced and hot.. he was hot and eager for his first time. He had driven to her home for some good food and to meet for the first time. He knocked on the door anxiously. She answered and flashed him a cheerful and hearty smile and a gave him a hug and small kiss on the cheek. She took him by the hand and led him thru her home.. to the outside where the steaks were on the grill. They talked easily and teasingly thru the meal. Feeding each other on occasion. She met his glances and watched him.. her pouty lips yearned for his first kiss. She hoped he was comfortable here.. and touched his hand and quietly told him she was glad he had come over.

They threw the plates in the trash and put the silver ware and glasses in the dishwasher.. laughing at each others teasing ways. She led him back to the living room, turning quickly she bumped into him. He was startled by the sudden moved and grabbed her by the waist.. She put her arms around his shoulders and drew him in for their first kiss slowly moving toward his lips. She meets his lips with hers,, and their tongues start the dance of passion,, searching teeth and tongue and lips. She nibbles slowly and lightly on his lower lip she sucks on his tongue emoting a groan from him. NOO wait she thinks this could go way to fast.. This has to be special, she pulls away from him and feels him pull her to him again. No she thought this absolutely has to slow down.

She pulls away again.. taking his hand leading him to the couch, pushes him down . She kisses him again softer sweeter. She forces his head back with her hands on his shoulders as she nibbles and licks his ears and neck. She pulls him softly from the couch and makes him lay down on his belly. She raises his shirt off his young muscular back and asks him if she can continue.. wanting him to know she is caring as well as giving. He takes the shirt off. turns around to hold and kiss her again.. wanting to feel for himself her body close to his. Eager to follow her curvy full figure, he touches her face.. holding it in his hands, he rubs her temples, moving slowly down her body.. following contours, feeling the softness of the female body, smelling her light  fragranced hair, hearing her purr and moan. Tasting her forehead, nose, mouth neck and chest. Feeling the heaviness of her breast he pulls her shirt off eager to see her breast,,, wanting to taste them.. to suckle on a nipple and feel it tighten in his mouth.

She is enraptured as he is exploring her. She almost forgets she is suppose to be the leader here. Her senses reeling she tries to gather her thoughts.. continue with her teaching plans. Suppose to be good food,, teasing and massage and blow job then lead him to her room, wasn’t going as planned .. ... ooo well sometimes fate has different ways. She was going to let him do what ever he chose to do with her, with her to ask questions of... to help him discover a new world. But he was already taking control over her senses, and her good sense.

She had prepared the room for him. It was purely romantic.. soft lights.. soft music with candles flickering and flower petals on the bed. She wanted this to be special for him. He was impressed by the setting she had arranged and knew he was going to like this woman a lot. She was going to be a very special friend and companion. He felt at ease.. the hell he did he wanted what she had to offer him.. he was hungry for it as his cock had been hard since the first kiss. 

Her teasing had come to an end, she was serious now as she peeled of her clothes and lay prone upon the bed. Wiggling her finger for him to come to her. She slowly unzipped his pants and slid them over his hips.. he had never had a woman’s lips upon his cock before hers,, she knew this and was eager to please him. She reached out with her mouth warm and wet and soft. She kisses the swollen head, softly letting him feel her lips against him. She goes around behind him and gently pushes him to lay on the bed,, taking off the rest of his clothes. She kneels down by the bed and pulls him to her.. she lifts his legs over her strong shoulders and wraps her arms around his thighs.. she takes his cock deeper into her mouth this time.. teasing the whole head this time before sucking him in to her mouth. She sucks and moves on him slowly and deliberately, making him groan and move his hips with pleasure. She quits and lets him calm only seconds.. then repeats the process until he has control and then she moves her head and mouth faster up and down his cock.. feeling him against her teeth.. on top of her tongue and hitting the back of her throat. 

He is enthralled with her ministrations and relaxes under her spell. Her mouth is so hot and she is so willing to let him experience his first orgasm.. with him in her mouth. He forgets about exploring her. he forgets almost about her at all as waves of pleasure explode thru his brain, he can hardly control long enough to enjoy this the first blow job of his young life. She moves her arm out from around his leg and reaches down to hold what she can not get in. moving hand and mouth at the same time she raises up on his cock to suck the head and move down.. she does this almost bringing him to insanity.. He grabs her head and moves it the way he desires.. letting her get the rhythm and feel of what he wants. She obeys his unspoken command and moves with his hand letting him set his pace. She feels his cock grow even harder and his balls tighten and warm under her arm.. she moves her hand from his cock and touches his balls feeling them in her hand and pulling the sac tight. He is moaning and bucking into her as she tortures his cock with her mouth.. She feels his cock start to spasm and prepares to drink his cum or let it shoot on her lips and face. He rocks back cries out as his first spasm of ejaculation hits him. He moans with his spasms of joy and holds her face tightly with his legs. 



Giving a Friend a Hand... and Wife



Whatever your beliefs are about being able to pimp out your wife yet control what happens when you do―please remember one thing... the dude you're pimping your woman to knows you want her used―and he wants to use her. This is the lesson I learned by trying to help a friend of mine, while also trying to show off how strong my pimp hand was.

When judging one's "pimp hand", by the way, you need to understand the answers to the following questions:

"Can I cum on her face when I want to?"

"Can I photograph her with my dick in her mouth?"

"Does she take it in the ass?"

"Will she show her tits to your friends if you ask her to?"

I have to admit... the answer to most of these questions during the event in question was more or less "no." My wife Sarah would suck my dick, well I might add, but as for the other things... not really. Definitely no anal in our relationship, and getting a few naked pictures after her boob job had filled out was about as far as I had gotten with her on the other questions. I mean... she had to think I was going to show them to someone, right? Regardless of what I claimed at the time.

Still... if you make progress on one or more of those fronts, you can begin to feel 10 feet tall. That was what happened to me. My wife and I had been really having a lot of fun together... things were going well with my job... my bonuses had allowed us to go on a few nice trips to some exotic locales... in Bora Bora she let me shoot still photographs of her sucking my dick, fucking her, and even cumming in her mouth. I tried for anal, and I think she was going to let me, but the look on her face when I started putting my cock in made me stop. I still got a few pictures of my cock where I had the head inside her ass so it looked like I had anal, so that was pretty good.

Our sex lives were heating up and my wife was heaping praise on me for doing so well at work and earning the perks... for my part I was doing everything I could to convince Sarah of how beautiful she was. Although very petite at 4'10", her legs and ass were amazing from her college swim team days, and with the implants she had done a few years after we married, she was an absolute killer. It helped me that she didn't think so, and that 99% of guys I knew did, though, because with my kind words and the constant oggling post boobage, she definitely felt like I might have been onto something.

While in Bora Bora, we ran across someone much richer (and better looking) than us named Richard Thompson, III and his wife Bella. We stayed at the Four Seasons―while Richard stayed on his 80 foot yacht―but we met in the shallow surf by the St Regis while we were both out Jet Skiing. My wife's dark skin, southern Chinese looks, beautiful (though some say "big" or "fat") lips, and massive (on her 4'10" frame) d-cup features attracted Richard and his wife. We chatted a while about what I did (enterprise sales) and what he did (sail the world after selling his 3rd company) and we drank champagne on a sandbar near the St Regis.

This guy didn't get where he got by being timid... and on our second bottle of Pol Roger, he came right out and told his wife she should remove her top to get a full tan and suggested my wife do the same. I thought I had pimp hand? This guy was the daddy... his wife's top came off in about as much time as it took him to finish looking in my direction to see what I'd say about my wife doing the same.

The key mistake I made was in thinking I made my wife do what the other guy wanted. In reality, his presence and command over his own wife's body, our relative seclusion, and a bottle of champagne on a hot day caused my wife to give in a lot more than the nod I gave her when she looked at me. I stupidly thought that it was my pimp hand that had my wife's beautiful brown asian tits out on display―not Richard's. This isn't the main part of the story, however... and beyond paying my wife more than a few compliments and generously giving away his picnic to us, that's as far as things went that day.

We fucked like animals when we were back in our bungalow, however, both of us excited by my wife showing her body to another man. I couldn't believe how hot it made me... I joked with her that I would have let her suck his dick if he had asked, and she punched me in the arm for it but asked, "Really??" and got real thoughtful for a while.

"You wouldn't be worried about anything?" she asked me later while sucking my dick under the stars on our private balcony.

I knew the right answer said, "Of course not, babe... I know you love me and you know I love you... a simple BJ wouldn't be anything but hot! The only thing I'd have to worry about was blowing his wife's head off when I came while watching you do it!"

Sarah smiled at that answer and went back to sucking my dick expertly... One thing she liked was being told she was pretty by anyone who would do it... the other thing she liked was my complete surety in her faithfulness to me and in mine to her. We simply had a great relationship.

"Well now I'm sorry he didn't ask." she said with a wink as she stroked me in front of her face before I came. "I would like to have seen you punch a hole in the back of that empty headed bimbo he had with him."

If I was having dreams of turning my wife out for all manner of sexcapades, that day would surely have to wait... I never succeeded in getting anal from her―not even in Bora Bora―and then months passed back home before anything remotely "sexy" happened between us and any other third parties. That is until a mutual shared friend of ours found himself on our couch because his cheating soon-to-be-ex-wife had effectively stolen and spent their marital assets and cost him his house.

Matt Finley had known us both since we moved to San Clemente 6 years before. He and I worked together until he left to join Xerox but we remained good friends with he and Eva until the breakup. Eva basically melted out of our world, first with revelations that she had been cheating on Matt with a colleague from Xerox, then that she had spent all their money, and had tied up their shared assets in a mountain of debt and red tape he could never untangle.

When they foreclosed on Matt's house (that he owned before he even met Eva, I might add), it was the most depressed and distraught I had ever seen him. He couldn't even scrape together enough money to rent an apartment and was... suicidal? I don't think so... but he just didn't think he could get any lower. Being uncontrollably broke and being forced to depend on the generosity of others is beyond humbling for a guy like Matt... I knew it killed him. But I also knew I was the best option he had and probably the only person who could give him his spare bedroom without making it seem any more depressing than it was.

The first few nights we drank and talked into the wee hours... several times the talk turned to how undesirable he would be as a destitute divorcee living in his buddy's house like a teenage kid, and Sarah and I both tried to tell him it was all bullshit and he'd be back on his feet and back in the game in no time. But when you're feeling sorry for yourself and you're several glasses of single malt whiskey into an evening, anything at all that comes to your brain is likely to escape your lips whether it should or not. That went for all of us.

In our hot tub late one evening after Matt had mostly stabilized at our house, but still during our scotch whiskey drinking and old times discussing, he began telling me how lucky I was to have Sarah. Well no duh, if you're me, but that's what whiskey will do to you... it will make you forget that hey―she's right there and can hear everything you say―and 2) I'm right there, and it's me you're saying it to.

"I'm telling you man, you're the luckiest guy I know... I mean really... you've got... you've got a wife... who's just... fucking hot... AS HELL... I'm not kidding... I fuckin' love asians, dude... No offense, Sarah, but you've got the biggest fucking titties I've ever seen on an Asian girl... And dick sucking lips? What? And an ass to die for... you ever fuck that ass man? You ever fuck that ass?" Matt said in a drunken rant.

Don't worry―I was just as drunk as he was... "Nahhhhhh..." I truthfully replied, "She's not really into anal―but I did get some pictures with my dick in her ass once I could show you... but she won't let me do it for real... but dick suckin' lips? I'm telling you she gives the best blowjobs I have ever had man... the best. I mean it... she can suck a fuckin' dick dude." i replied.

Sarah hit me in the shoulder but was so much more drunk than either of us she couldn't mount much defense other than to say, "You guyyyyyyyyyyys!"

"Show him your tits, honey... show him!" I drunkenly slurred to her, reaching for her top myself.

Sarah made a half hearted attempt to stop me from taking her top off but just sorta laughed a drunken laugh and raised her arms up to help me when I persisted. I thought Matt's eyes would pop out of his head when she not only let me take her top off, but she stood up our of the water and pulled her arms behind her head right in front of him for him to get a good look.

How my pimp hand now? That's what I'm thinking... I'm on top of the world, and I got my beautiful Asian wife's big D's on her tiny former swimmer body on complete display for my hard luck friend. I'm pimpin'!

"You should sit on his lap honey and let him feel them... he hasn't seen boobs in more than a year, hon, you've heard him!" I said to my wife as I gave her a playful nudge from behind. That nudge was just enough in her drunken state to send her stumbling forward and directly into Matt's hands, but neither she nor Matt objected to the new arrangement and my dick was getting incredibly hard.

Sarah laughed and looked back at me with a drunken smile as Matt went to town on my wife's big brown titties... he squeezed them, groped them, rubbed them, bounced them in his hands, played with her nipples―and noticed when she began breathing heavily when his mouth got near them―so he began sucking and kissing them. Sarah was getting hot and I could tell from the way she adjusted herself in Matt's lap that his stiff cock had to be poking her somewhere below the bubbling spa water.

"When's the last time you had a blowjob?" I asked him as I scooted in closer for a better look at my friend mauling my wife's boobs.

They both looked directly at me but Matt answered, "years man... years."

I looked at Sarah and she looked at me, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

"Want that to change?" I asked.

Matt looked at me... he looked at my wife―who was staring intently into his eyes and possibly even touching or stroking his cock under the cover of the bubbles from the spa jets.

Matt grunted with a pained look on his face and said, "I.... I shouldn't... we―we're all drunk right now... I'm living with you... I can't believe I'm saying this but... I just... I don't think I should!"

Sarah looked shocked and almost a bit rejected and said, "You're turning down these big titties and my dick-sucking-lips because you're drunk? That's usually what makes most people say 'fuck yeah!'"

"I... I just... I uh.... uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... oh! OH! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Matt said as I realized my wife really had slipped her hands into his swimsuit and was doing something to his cock.

"It's only a blowjob, Matt... just a little something to release the pressure, right? Paul's right here with us... it's above board. Just slide up onto the coping and let me get your trunks down." Sarah said.

"My God, Sarah, this is so hot!" I said to her as Matt emerged from the spa with a huge erection in my wife's hands and his swimsuit already at his ankles.

My wife brought her perfect cocksucking lips right to the tip of Matt's cock and licked it a few times and blew on it and asked him, "What do you want me to do, Matt? You gotta say it."

"Oh... my God... Sarah...." Matt said.

I didn't know why she was torturing him this way, but she kept opening her mouth near his cock but not going down on him until finally Matt blurted out, "Oh Sarah... please---put my fucking cock in your mouth!"

And with that horny, drunken command, our lives changed forever. My wife officially had the first cock in her mouth that wasn't mine since we got married, and my pimp hand had grown in size and stature, I thought. Matt moaned.... my wife moaned... he played with her tits some, put his hands on the back of her head some, closed his eyes part of the time, and generally enjoyed everything my wife had to offer... for a while I thought he would blow his load quickly―but I was happy he didn't. I might have been the person enjoying the BJ the most, actually...

I was able to lean over and get my HTC cellphone and get a few pictures of Matt fucking my wife's face, and managed to take about a 4 minute HD video clip before Matt saw me and got even more uptight.

"Sorry man... just wanted to be able to prove this happened tomorrow when you guys wake up―I'm sure nobody's going to remember this night anyway!" I joked.

We all laughed but I could tell Matt wasn't enjoying it as much as he wanted to.

"Matt―what is it, baby? I can tell something's wrong?" my wife said to him as she stopped bobbing up and down on his not-nearly-hard-enough cock.

"I just... it's just... awwww.... it's nothing... we should just stop." Matt said.

"Nonsense! I know you want to cum... I know you liked my blowjob when we got started―you almost came right away! What's the matter?" my wife asked him.

"No really it's just... nah... we should just forget this...." Matt mournfully replied.

"I'm making you too nervous..." I said, correctly guessing the problem.

Matt cringed when I said it but agreed, "A bit... well not you... not really you Paul, just... the situation... the audience... I've never performed for people before, you know what I mean? I mean... add that to being nervous about sticking your dick in your hosts' wife and you can see I got a lot going on in my head."

"Why don't I leave you guys? Or if you'd be more comfortable―why don't you guys go to your bedroom and finish there? I'm cool with it man, it's just a BJ... it's consensual, man... you need it, and it's clear Sarah wants to do the job right, don't you honey?" I replied.

"I just want to make you cum tonight Matt... I know you want it. You do want it don't you?" Sarah said, taking Matt's cock into her mouth again.

"It's just a blowjob, man... go get it. Take her in your bedroom and relax―no requirements, nobody to cramp your style... Talk dirty to her, man... she likes that." I said to him.

"Mmmm Hmmmmm." Sarah said with a wink as she kept sucking.

"Ok―I'm convinced. Get your sexy ass into my room and get ready to take some cum in your mouth you little slut!" Matt said with a smile.

"That's the spirit!" I said to him.

"I'll go dry off and meet you in your bedroom." Sarah said as she climbed out of the pool. She downed the remainder of her whiskey before going inside and whispered "courage in a bottle" to me as she tried to get over her own nerves about being alone with another man intent on fucking her mouth until he came.

Matt asked me one final time, "You sure you're ok with this? We can call it all off right now man."

"Dude... get in there and put those DSLs to work... titfuck her if you want... Boss her around and talk dirty to her if you need some motivation―i'm serious she gets off on it. Make her do it―she loves it when you grab her head and force it up and down... make sure to facefuck her too―really lay into her. She's proud of her oral skills. And here's another thing―if you cum too fast―make her do it again. And again." I said, egging him on.

"You're the best man... I mean it." Matt said as he climbed out of the hot tub and toweled off. "hey―since I know this is going to be like a one and done... would you mind if I took some pictures?"

"As many as she'll let you take." I said, doubting she'd let him.

"Let me see yours so I know what I have to beat." Matt said with a laugh.

"You can't beat this!" I said, quickly navigating to my secret folder with my cock slipping into her ass.

"Probably not with just a BJ." Matt said, then he disappeared down the hall towards my waiting wife.

I waited a few minutes and couldn't take the suspense so I had to creep near his bedroom even though it was in an entire other wing of this U shaped ranch style home we had. I got near the door and tried to see inside from this crack in the closet in the adjoining room. It was hard but I could see a little of what was going on.

"You ready to take some cock, you little slut? Paul tells me you like it rough... do you like me to talk dirty to you, bitch?" Matt said sternly.

Whoa! Way to go, dude.

"Yes, baby... you can do anything you like... call me whatever you want... make me suck you any way you want, Matt." my wife obediently replied.

"On your fucking knees, and shut the fuck up. Get sucking!" Matt said. From my vantage point in the closet, I couldn't see my wife's face as her back was to me, but I could see Matt standing in front of her with his hands on both sides of her head and I could hear him smacking her face with his belly and gagging her with his cock... he was really giving her oral skills a huge test―as I never even fucked her mouth that hard.

At one point he pulled out and out of character said to her, "you ok, Sarah?? Is this too much?"

My wife, trooper that she was replied, "Is that the best you've got? I thought I was going to get facefucked by a guy who hadn't had any in a while."

"Be careful what you wish for, bitch, you just may get it." Matt said to her as he went back to facefucking her even more forcefully than before. I saw him reach behind my wife's head to really hold her in place―I heard her gagging hard―I could tell he was going deeply into her throat and forcefully. He got into a good rough rhythm where he'd slap my wife lightly on the face, pull his cock out of her mouth while she gasped for air, and then say "Take it!" over and over while fucking her in the mouth.

I was amazed by his stamina... and my wife's, because it seemed like he pounded her mouth like that forever. I know in reality it was probably only 10... maybe 15 minutes, but that's a long time to be plunging in and out of my wife's mouth... or any woman's for that matter. But trust me―Sarah will make you cum. Fast. I was so sad I couldn't catch it on video...

It wasn't until Matt flipped my wife onto the bed on her back with her head hanging backward over the edge that I saw she was still wearing her panties. Rules are rules I guess―as if reading my mind Matt fucked my wife in her mouth while holding her tits before commanding her to get up and "strip fully."

"But Matt!" my wife protested.

"Show me your fuckin' ass bitch! Get 'em off!" he commanded.

Oh shit... was he taking the dirty talk and rough treatment too far for Sarah's comfort?

Sarah answered my question to my relief by bending over the bed with her legs locked and one foot crossed behind the other, then hooking her thumbs in her thong and sliding it sexily down her legs.

"Too bad you don't do anal." Matt said as he felt my wife's firm, round swimmer's ass and legs.

He turned my wife around, and put her back on the bed on her knees and reached behind her while giving her his dick to suck again. I could tell he was probably rubbing her pussy or fingering her (or both) from the shallowness of her breathing, her occasionally jerks or random reaches behind herself to move or adjust his hand, but again because of the angle I couldn't see anything in detail.

"Oh fuck Sarah... oh fuck... oh fuck... get ready baby because I'm really about to cum―and I'm gonna cum hard. You better take it all in your mouth or else, you got it?"




Giving a Friend a Hand... and Wife



"Mmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmm" I heard my wife moan.

I wanted to cum so badly myself that I knew I was going to have to go back to my room and finish the job after I watched him cum. And did he cum... my goodness it was like he had been storing it all for a year. My wife was trying to give him the whole porn star treatment as she knelt in front of him cupping her boobs for his pleasure and his cum (if he desired) while keeping her mouth wide open for his cumshots.

The first looked like a goddamned rope shooting out of his cock into the back of her mouth. She's not afraid of a little cum, but this was like one giant, thick blast straight to the back of the throat. She had to close her mouth for a second to keep that much cum inside and she tried quickly swallowing it but with her lips closed, his second blast splashed across her lips and all over her chin and cheeks. She managed to open up again for the third, fourth, and fifth thick blasts of cum but again she had way too much in her mouth and I could hear her laughing a little as she struggled to get all of Matt's cum down her throat.

Matt laughed too and said "I told you I've been saving it up!" and he just kept jacking his cock off right in front of her reopened mouth and shooting more and more inside. I had never seen a Peter North cum shot so big―this was beginning to look like one of those fake cum movies where they hook up a tube and a pump of pastry glaze and the guy just hoses gallons of cum on the girl―but it was real. Finally he made her put his cock in her mouth and "finish sucking it all out."

She slurped and sucked for a while, milking his cock with her mouth and hands while Matt kept talking dirty to her.

I had to cum so badly, and thinking he was going to collapse on the bed and fall asleep, I made my way out of the adjoining room and headed to our master bedroom. I had the bathroom door locked and my stiff cock in my hands in seconds and I lasted just a few minutes―tops before I blew my own equally impressive load. I sneaked back into our bedroom thinking Sarah might be there already or would be coming any moment and I climbed into the sheets and waited.

I closed my eyes to wait for her and must have dozed off for a bit but when I woke up Sarah still wasn't in our bed. I assumed she had fallen asleep in Matt's room, which was totally okay with me but I still wanted to sneak over and check on them just to see. If I was lucky, Matt might realize he could have another go with Sarah and I wouldn't care (and I'm sure she wouldn't care). If I was lucky I'd go back and he'd be fucking her mouth in another position or maybe tit-fucking her. I had to know.   

I wasn't even fully in their wing of my U shaped house when I heard my wife moaning for all she was worth―not those "Oh God I'm gonna cum!" moans, but those "dear God it hurts, help me!" moans―long, slow, steady.... loud.... constant. I had to see what the hell was going on. As I got close to the spare room near Matt's bedroom where I could look through the closet I realized my wife was practically yelling her moans... like they wanted or needed to be heard. Except for the pain I heard in them, I thought I was sure my wife wanted me to hear her and watch.

When I got to the crack in the closet wall I could see my wife face down on the bed with all of the bed pillows under her hips. Her eyes were clinched shut and Matt's hand was clasped strongly over her nose and mouth, his left arm around her tits―his left hand clenching at her throat. His chest was on her back and his hips were rising and falling up and down in powerful, slow, rhythmic thrusts on top of my wife's hips.

"I knew it." he kept grunting into my wife's ears as his hips smashed down on her buttocks from behind. "I knew it."

"It's so tight. I knew it... I knew it would be so tight... I knew it.... Sarah.... it's so good, baby... it's so good... I knew you could do it." He said as he clearly, unmistakably fucked my wife in sortof a half-doggie, half laying on her position.

My wife kept moaning as Matt fucked her from behind... her body shaking with each collapse of his weight on her hips and back... her anguished moans unabated through the rhythmic, rough sex.

That's when I began trying to figure out why she was moaning so hard... so loud... a little doggy style sex never seemed so uncomfortable to her before―it's not like Matt's cock was monstrously huge or anything compared to mine... what was off―the position―it was just... just a little.... off.

"You're so tight... so tight... I knew you could take it." he said to her.

His hips were a little high on her ass... it was almost like... "no way." I thought to myself... she doesn't do anal... it's just... it's not... but look at where his cock would have to be if his hips were so high up her backside... it would explain the moaning... it would more than explain the moaning....

Holy shit―not only was Matt fucking my wife (which I was surprisingly cool with), but I was pretty sure he was fucking my wife in her ass!

"God damnit, Sarah, shut the fuck up! Do you want to just call him in his room? You're moaning so loud he can probably hear you way over there! Shut up damnit!" Matt growled at my wife as he shook her head by a fistful of hair. "You fuckin' came last time so why are you throwing such a fucking fit now?"

When did my wife cum for him? What before? What time was it anyway?

I checked the time in the room―my few minutes asleep had actually been hours... Matt had apparently been using my wife for the better part of the night and had just turned to some serious ass-fucking. My wife was trying her best to accommodate him―but this clearly wasn't her cup of tea.

"Get up... let's take some more pictures." Matt said to my wife as he pulled out of her ass and climbed off of her.

More pictures? When had they taken any in the first place? How many did he have and of what?

My wife said, "Thank you, Matt... where do you want me?" as she rose from the bed and wiped tears and saliva from her face.

"Put your shoes back on... I want to fuck you in the ass against the wall. You'll be able to show Paul that you can take it in the ass now." Matt said.

I was shocked that my wife followed Matt's orders so easily―putting on her platformed high heels and moving to the far wall of the bedroom where she leaned forward and braced herself with both hands, looking back over her shoulder. Matt took a few pictures of her naked body and ass this way with his cell phone and then moved in behind her with his cock in his hand. I stood in erect, stunned silence as he pushed his cock into my wife's ass while shooting photos of it disappearing into her tight back door. Where I had only managed to get the head popped in once for a couple of suggestive photos, Matt was busy going balls deep in her ass―in and out again and again while my wife breathed heavily and moaned.

Matt fumbled with his cell phone for a few moments, then leaned over and talked directly into Sarah's right ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying but she kept saying, "Really? Are you sure? Ok... Ok... Ok... sure."

Matt put the camera down on a table I had in the room and checked the screen to make sure he could see Sarah in it―then he want back into the camera's view and I realized he had it recording in movie mode.

My wife fell to her knees and began sucking Matt's long hard cock―using her hands to jack him off while she sucked him, causing him to get longer and harder while she did it. After a while she moved him from her mouth and got higher on her knees―wrapping her beautiful tits around his cock and saying, 'Fuck my titties Baby... oh yeah, fuck 'em... fuck my big tits!'

Matt tit-fucked her for a few minutes before saying, "I know what you really want baby..." to my wife.

My wife looked up at him while stroking his cock―glanced over at the camera―looked back into his eyes and said, "I want you to fuck my ass."

I can't tell you how incredible hot it was seeing this beautiful chinese woman of mine looking into this guy's eyes telling him to buttfuck her, but God was it ever hot.

She stood up, bent over at her waist and grabbed her ankles and said, "Are you gonna give it to me in my ass or not?"

Matt stepped in behind my wife and brought his cock to her asshole and hooked one arm around her hips (careful not to block the camera) and pushed forward.

My wife groaned and pleaded, "easy baby... take it slow, ok?"

Matt was having none of that. "Fuck you, whore... you said to fuck you in your ass and that' s exactly what I'm going to do."

"Wait baby―not like this!" My wife pleaded, but Matt began hammering my wife's ass fiercely from behind. I couldn't tell if this was play acting, part of what they discussed, or what, but Matt was hammering my beautiful tiny Asian wife hard. I had to jack off right now―I didn't care if I ruined anything in the closet or if they heard me or what... I took my cock out and went to town.

My wife moaned and begged for Matt to ease up, but he just kept pounding her butt from behind. Really pounding it―I couldn't believe she was taking it so easily, willingly... he just held on to her forcefully and kept going until finally he said, "Turn around, bitch and get on your knees!"

Sarah fell to her knees in front of Matt, with her mouth wide open―as if she had been making porn for years. Matt put one hand behind my wife's head and used his other hand to hold his cock against her bottom lip as she kept her mouth open for his cum. I didn't know how many times he had cum on the night but in nearly super human form, he began shooting cum into my wife's mouth again. Honestly I hoped the camera was really getting it because it was one of those cumshots dudes give women when they want it all to go in their mouths... and she took it like a champ.

My wife even smiled as she finished him off, pushing him lightly to where he fell backwards on the bed with a pleased sounding groan.

"Are you really going to give these to Paul?" My wife said as she walked over and stopped the recording.

"Why not?" Matt said, adding, "he clearly wanted you to cheer me up didn't he? And I know he never really got you into anal. He'll love it!"

"You don't think he'll be jealous you got to fuck my ass and he hasn't?" my beautiful wife asked.

"Look at it this way... I got you tonight... he gets you for the rest of his life." Matt said to my wife.

"I'm really tired, and sore... if you want anything else tonight, you'd better make me cum again―this is like twice in a row you came and I didn't." my wife said.

"You still have to ride me with my cock in your ass." Matt said.

"More anal??" My wife exclaimed.

"Come on―you know it doesn't hurt anymore." Matt said.

Really? To my wife it always seemed like I was killing her when I tried pushing inside.

"I know... it's just, man... guys really like anal huh?" my wife replied.

Matt's text message chime went off on his phone and he laughed and said, "haha... Tim loved your tits and said you looked sexy taking a cumshot in your mouth! We wants to know if he can DP you tonight."

"You bastard―I told you not to send this shit to anyone―I thought you were joking!" my wife said, slapping him lightly.

Holy shit... they were too drunk to know what should stay behind closed doors and not―apparently he was texting pictures of my wife to our friends. Not good―but not bad either, I guess. They knew I had a hot sexpot for a wife...

I came all over the closet wall and floor as I watched Matt go down on Sarah again. He wanted more... I wanted to watch all night, but knew the longer I was there the more likely I'd get caught.

Text message chime. My wife read it this time.

"She looks great with a dick in her ass―tell her I'll be by to get it in a few minutes? Tell him he's out of his fucking mind!" my wife giggled.

Text message chime. My wife read it out load again. "Front door? What does that mean??"

Matt told Sarah to hold on as he positioned her with her face on the bed and her ass in the air and told her to wait there. I heard him creeping down the hall and I waited...

I couldn't sneak away now if I tried―but there was no way I was going anywhere... if what I heard was true―Matt had just invited our former coworker Tim over... to fuck my wife!

I could see Tim walk into Matt's bedroom and say, "Holy fucking shit... it's really happening. It's really going to happen!"

"Matt, this is too far!" My wife exclaimed, although she didn't sound too pissed.

"You said you wanted a DP, Sarah... well here you go." Matt replied.

"I meant with you and Paul!" Sarah exclaimed.

"But you're the one who wouldn't let me go wake him... come on Sarah―I know you want to try it." Matt said as Tim disrobed.

"Tim no! Matt!" my wife said frantically as Tim climbed on the bed with her.

"Come on Sarah... I know you're drunk... I know you want it... and I know you can suck a dick... get started with mine." Tim said as he pushed his cock into my wife's face.

"Tim! Tim―no-noooOOOPMH!" my wife said as Tim shoved his dick in her mouth while she protested. He held her head steady in his lap with too much of his cock inside for her to easily spit him out, and he began rocking his hips back and forth.

"Come on Sarah... go with it... just go with it." Tim said, trying to get my wife to relax.

Matt's tongue on my wife's pussy and his fingers on her clit and in her holes made her moan and it was clear Tim was freely moving his dick in and out of her mouth.

"No cameras." my wife said around Tim's cock as he tried to take her picture... He thought about it and reluctantly put it away as he told her, "then suck me."

She did. Like a pro... two hands, sunken cheeks, stretched lips... dirty talk... I realized her objective was to make him cum quickly―so he could last when they fucked. My little drunk minx... She came from Matt's oral skills while Tim vigorously pumped her moaning mouth.

"I don't want to cum yet―come here." Tim said as he pulled my wife's legs over the edge of the bed and put her feet on the floor with her face and shoulders pressed down on the mattress.

I couldn't see it clearly, but I didn't need to see it to know he had started buttfucking my wife. Her muscular, swimmer ass and legs shook madly from the pounding she was getting, but luckily I guess her ass had opened to anal―so she didn't seem to mind. Matt said something to her and she looked back at Tim and began talking so incredibly dirty I got hard again.

"Take it, Tim. Take my ass... fuck me up my tight ass, baby... I know you've been wanting it for so long... give it to me baby... oh yeah... oh god... oh yeah... fuck me baby... fuck me... fuck me... my... my assssssssss!"

When she moaned out the word ass at the end she knew Tim was cumming... she turned around quickly and opened her mouth only to have him shoot into her eyes and all over her face. He waited too long to pull out and was just cumming everywhere. Sarah did her best to take it all, clamping her mouth down onto his cock while he was still cumming and listening to him stifle his moans.

Tim came for a while, and then began saying, "Ohhhhh.... ooooooh.... OH shit! Shit, man... she's getting me hard again!"

"I told you dude, she's a fucking rabbit!" Matt said as he wiped her face with a towel.

Matt got behind Sarah and said, "This is one kind of DP, Sarah... enjoy it."

I could tell she loved it―one man in her pussy, one in her mouth―the two of them totally into her... I was mesmerized as they pumped her at the same time, and then in counter-timed strokes... Then Matt slipped out of her pussy and said, "And this is another."

His hips blocked my view but there was no question that she was now getting it in the ass and mouth at the same time. They fucked her this way for several minutes before turning her around and letting Tim buttfuck her while she sucked Matt.

"Now for the real deal." Matt said as he pulled my sexy Chinese wife onto his cock and made her ride him.

"Oh my God, you're going to really do it." My wife said in disbelief.

They wasted no time confirming things for her―as Tim knelt between her legs and Matt's and brought his cock to her tight back door while Matt held still in her pussy.

"Whore sandwich." Tim said as he entered my wife's ass.

"AAAAAHHHH... slowwwwww!" My wife begged.

My wife's eyes were closed most of the time and her mouth was gaping open most of the time, but when she finally began looking around, she realized Matt's camera phone had been set up across the room and was video'ing the whole scene in 720p HD glory.

"Oh my God... I said no cameras!" My wife gasped.

"You told Tim no cameras... don't worry baby, this one's just for me." and he pulled her face down on his as he began kissing her and rubbing her clit while they DP'd her ass and pussy in unison.

You have no idea how sexy it is to see your wife pushed beyond her limits... beyond her comfort zone... to the point of no return, easy blackmail, and everything else... but I had a raging hard and I loved it.

Tim pulled my wife upright against his chest and turned her face back to him to make out with while he pumped her ass harder and Matt worked harder on her clit and pussy. After a few moments, Sarah and Tim began moaning as Tim began cumming in Sarah's ass. Sarah couldn't quite have another orgasm, though, and seconds later it was clear Matt was releasing himself inside her pussy. Exhausted, Sarah passed out on top of Matt, who rolled her onto the bed and hustled Tim back into his clothes and out of the house.

Shit! I was stuck in the spare room and Matt might go to my room to check on me. The tap on my back shoulder told me my hunch was correct.

"Enjoyed the show?" Matt asked me as I gasped and smiled at him in the dim light he had turned on.

"Did you enjoy making it?" I asked.

"I owe you one for this... I owe you two. Or three... or ten..." Matt said to me, shaking my hand.

"Tim was an unexpected touch." I said.

"You told me I could be creative." he said with an evil grin.

I guess I did, Matt... I guess I did.



Giving a Hand Pt. 01



I don't know if it's a cultural thing or just my family, but getting to grips with bodily functions, why they happened, and for whose benefit was never a strong point of our communication. School didn't help, so here I was, a taller-than-average Asian girl with little idea about how relationships worked and, not to put too fine a point of it, what the deal was with all this sex stuff that seemed so important to so many people (but not my parents).

My official education on this subject was not the best. We had the awkward classroom discussion where the boys went to one room and we were shown medical diagrams. It was all very serious as we nervously looked at each other, thinking "do we all look like this?" One girl in the class asked if it was normal to have hair growing down there. We all shuffled nervously in our seats as we were told that it was and it should be left as it was, maybe just trimmed at the sides if it resulted in poking at the side of underwear or particularly our leotards in gym class. I only had a tiny tuft of hair at the top, and it was black like the hair on my head. But there wasn't a lot so I wasn't clear if I was normal. We were told all girls were different, had different times of maturing and growing, and that it was similar for boys.

The teacher explained how you got pregnant and what to do to avoid that, which was described simply as "don't have intercourse." I knew that sperm fertilized an egg, but I wasn't clear how the sperm actually got up there. It involved a man and his penis, which sounded weird and a little gross, but that was about it.

My friends chatted about the class and talked about boys "jerking off." I laughed along though I wasn't sure what that meant. One of the older girls used a hand motion every time she said "jerk off" and joked about walking in on her brother doing it. But still I wasn't clear on what it meant.

I started to feel like I was the odd-one-out and that the other girls all knew things I didn't, so I eventually decided to ask my mother. She had never talked about sex, but always said to go to her with questions after I got my period and I had to wear a bra. I sat down with mom and told her about the class. She grimaced and took a deep breath, clearly uncomfortable, but asked what I wanted to know. I tried to keep it medical, like the class. I knew the penis would go in the vagina and that sperm would fertilize an egg. But how did the sperm come out? My mom got up and went to the kitchen. I figured she just hated the thought of the conversation, but she came back in with a cucumber. She created a circle with her finger and thumb, wrapped it around the cucumber, and motioned it up and down, just like the older girl had done when talking about jerking off.

Then she said that usually within a few seconds, it would "spit." She wouldn't say sperm, but I gathered that's what she meant, and then she explained that's how it got to the egg. But she had words of warning. "Boys, they always try to spit other places, in your mouth, on your face," she said, shaking her head and grimacing.

"Every time, spit on face? Spit on face?"

Then she made a gagging motion, her head still shaking, her shoulders shuddering.

"You mean daddy?" I asked without thinking. Mom stopped dead. Then shrugged.

She nodded, her eyes cast down. "Special days, birthday," she said.

So it spit. And it took movement with the finger and thumb around it. Got it. I think.

-

A few days later mom pulled me aside and asked me never to mention what she said, and then added I should never do it, even after I was married. But to be honest I was a little intrigued. I even looked it up on the internet, but all the sites that seemed to show this were blocked, and one I did find that was a doctor's educational video was all blurred out where it mattered so it was basically useless.

I also could barely look my dad in the eye on his birthday when he came downstairs with a big grin on his face.

When I got to college and settled in with my roommate it didn't take long for her to ask about any boyfriends, and how cute some of the other students were that she'd seen. I told her I'd never had sex and she was shocked. I didn't think anything of sharing that because it seemed so normal. None of my friends had done it, but this girl, Ori, said she had a few times. I didn't know whether to believe her, but she was very comfortable around boys as many of the rest of us stood around being shy and trying not to giggle.

One night Ori and I were chatting and she was asking what I'd seen and done sexually. The answer was nothing, which at first she didn't believe. Then I told her the story of the talk with my mother, and not really understanding the spitting thing. She laughed, said it was okay, she liked seeing it, and that my mom was just an old prude. That might be accurate, but it didn't help.

Two weeks later I returned to our room and I could hear Ori sobbing through the door. I opened it quickly only to see her naked, her legs astride a boy from our class—Dani—and not sobbing, but moaning. I stood there, frozen to the spot. She stared at me and then said "don't just stand there, come in and close the door."

I turned away and looked down as I closed my eyes and sat on the edge of my bed. I could hear Ori and Dani moving, I figured leaving.

"Hey, look up," said Ori. I did so as she was pulling on a robe. I got just a glimpse of her breasts, just small round mounds with tiny dark brown nipples, and down below a thick wedge of dark black hair. Dani was sitting up behind her, the sheets up to his waist, but his defined, muscular arms propping him up.

"First," Ori stated, taking total command of this awkward situation, "when there is a ribbon on the door handle, don't come in."

"I...I...didn't even notice," I stammered out, "I heard a noise and thought you were crying."

"Well, I wasn't, but since we're in this situation I had an idea, and Dani is game."

She paused and turned to Dani and leaned towards him, rubbing her hand down his smooth chest and kissing him on the lips. I looked away again.

"No," Ori barked, "eyes forward, and consider this part of your ongoing education."

The quizzical look on my face encouraged Ori to explain further.

"You know so little about this, but you really should. I mean, not even knowing about how a guy cums—sorry, as you say, 'spits'"—as she did air quotes—"is something you should learn. It's not hard...though it does need to be."

She giggled and looked at Dani who was grinning widely.

"Come on then," she said, nodding towards Dani. He swung his legs from under the covers and stood up. He was completely naked. I covered my eyes.

"Eyes front," Ori ordered, "I don't want to have to tell you again."

I looked up. Dani had a huge grin on his face and my eyes lowered over his slim, smooth chest, down to the large patch of dark black hair from which protruded his penis. This was it. The closest I'd ever seen one that wasn't in a textbook.

"So since you barged in it has gone soft," said Ori, "and we need to change that."

It was just a couple of inches of wrinkled pink flesh, but as Ori started talking, I could see it start to get longer and a bit thicker.

Ori put her hand under it and lifted it, cradling it in her open palm as if it was a soft tiny creature.

"This," she said, pointing to the end, "is the foreskin. It pulls back and you'll see that in a little while. Some men in other countries are circumcised, which means this is cut off as a young baby."

My face contorted into a grimace.

"I know, it's barbaric," Ori responded, "but there are religions and stuff that require it. But it doesn't affect the performance. I don't think. Maybe. I'm not an expert."

With this chatter the penis had grown to about four inches and as Ori moved her hand it only dropped slightly and was now clearly thicker than when it started.

"We need to get it to full size, so we can help that pretty simply," said Ori with an authority that sounded straight out of a classroom.

With that, she slipped out of her robe and stood at Dani's side.

"You should help, too, since this is for your benefit. Take off your shirt and bra."

I looked at her dumbfounded.

"Look, it's only fair. We're both naked, and look, even with me here, see what's happening?" as she pointed at his penis that had now lost some of its size. Dani tilted his head with an exaggerated frown.

I started to unbutton my white cotton shirt, pretty standard issue around campus. 

"Quicker," Ori yelled, "look, we're back to the beginning."

I saw Dani's penis now back to its small wrinkly size. It looked a little sad. I flicked open the last few buttons and let the shirt slip from my shoulders. Ori nodded at me, towards my chest, in a symbol of not being done yet.

I turned around and unhooked my beige bra. Ori, to my knowledge, had never seen my breasts. In fact I think it was only myself and my mother in one awkward moment at the department store when we were shopping for bras and I didn't know what the A, B, C, D meant and she barged in. We never talked about it. Even the locker room showers were private cubicles. Mine, it turned out, were quite a bit bigger than Ori's. I was a C-cup, and my mom did once mention that I needed to be careful as boys liked them like that.

I slowly faced forward, my arms crossed tightly across my chest. Ori and Dani both just smirked, cocked their heads, and waited.

I let my hands drop and let free my firm breasts. My nipples started to protrude. My areolas were much bigger than Ori's. I was comparing, taking mental notes.

Dani ran his hand down Ori's side, and slipped it over her small breast as she reached down and lifted his penis slightly. He was staring at my breasts as he caressed Ori's. 

"Wow, those are killer boobs, girl," Ori exclaimed, "you should show off them puppies."

It was slang I wasn't used to, but I had a certain sense of pride. I grabbed hold of them and jiggled. It seemed like the right thing to do.

"See," Ori stated looking down at Dani, "that's what I'm talking about."

Dani's penis was now pointed right at me. It had grown to nearly six inches and was way wider than when it started.

"So the foreskin I was talking about earlier, this is it," said Ori as she wrapped her tiny hand around the shaft of this penis. She talked about her small hands and now they looked positively tiny, and as a result, this penis looked huge. She slowly pulled back towards the forest of black hair and as she did so I could see the top of the penis emerge from under the skin. It was bright red, like a torch. It almost looked painful.

"Doesn't that hurt? I quietly muttered.

"Not at all," said Ori as Dani shook his head, then looked upwards to the ceiling, "come closer and take a look."

I inched forward and from about a foot away leaned down a little and squinted my eyes. 

"If he was circumcised it would look a lot like this," said Ori as she held her hand at the base of his shaft. Then she pushed forward, and with it came the skin that partly covered the broad red bulb.

Then she repeated the motion a few times and Dani started to twitch. I stood back and watched as she continued to pull back and push forward in steady strokes. "This is the motion he creates when he's in here," she said, taking her other hand and wiggling it over her vagina, "and since we were already doing it when you walked in, it won't take him long."

Right on cue Dani let out a small groan and I could see the muscles of his taut stomach tighten further and his thighs get defined as they tensed. With a few more pulls Dani let out a gasp and Ori took her other hand to cup it under the red bulb. Then, a deep breath that he held and Dani's pelvis thrust forward and a stream of white liquid shot out with such force that it went straight over Ori's hand, across the room, and landed on my foot. Then another as Dani groaned louder that landed on the floor, then a few more quick pulses as Ori adjusted her hand and caught the spit.

Dani's entire body shuddered and he dropped back on the bed, his arms splayed wide, and his penis flopping to the side.

I was dumbfounded and snapped to reality when the warm liquid on my foot started to dribble between my toes. I was glued to the spot and looked at the long, long line of spit glistening on the hardwood floor.

Ori held her hand out.

"See, you can look at it closer. There's millions of little spermies in there swimming around. This is the spit that makes babies, and also makes men very happy when they release it."

I leaned forward and squinted again. "It's, well, thicker than I thought, I think. Oh, I don't know. But it is on my foot."

"Don't worry, it won't kill you. In fact, there are reports—almost certainly written by men—that it has proteins and stuff that can be good for your skin," Ori replied.

'Spit on the face, spit on the face' popped immediately into my head, then a picture of my mom, and my dad, and with that I had to shake the moment from my mind, but it was too late.

"Doesn't it hurt 'in there' since it flew so far, with such force?"

Ori chuckled at my naïve question. "Not in the slightest, though some like the feel of it more than others. Personally, I love feeling Dani explode his 'spit' inside me; it has such force and makes me happy that I'm able to make him feel like that. I think it's a compliment. But that might just be me."

With that she pulled on her robe and I found my nightshirt and threw it over my head. Dani remained on his back, his limp penis now back to that original size. I found a cloth and wiped my foot and the floor. Wow, that was a lot. I drifted to sleep recalling in slow-motion Dani's explosion of spit. I have to say, whatever awkwardness this might have caused, I felt like I owed Ori one.

==

An American exchange student—Danny, would you believe—had caught my eye in biology class and he seemed to like me. Ori had been convinced that I should make a move, but that could never happen. My mother would never approve. Of course as I thought that the "spit on face" line danced around my head. 

I'd always smiled shyly while my friends Sue and Kim giggled as he walked by. He was handsome, had muscular arms and thighs and was taller and broader than the lanky build of most of my classmates. We had talked a few times. He had been complimentary of my hair, and me of his athleticism. And we'd texted a few times about class gossip.

We were both at a party that started out very boring, but livened up when the host, Suni, took off her top and shorts on a dare and dived into the pool. Suni's house was big by our standards—her dad had some high-powered job at an energy company—and there were places to slink away. As Suni splashed around most of my friends pointed and giggled. But Danny looked around, pulled his loose-fitting basketball top over his head, dropped his keys and wallet on a table, and dived in after her. They frolicked a bit as everyone else watched. Eventually Danny pulled himself out of the pool and looked for a towel. 

"I can show you where they are," and ducked into the house, hearing his wet feet slosh on the floor behind me. I showed him to the bathroom and handed him a towel from the closet. He thanked me quietly and politely and I left, pulling the door closed. But was this a chance to move this forward? I stood outside the door, paralyzed by the predicament for what seemed like an eternity. I took a deep breath, turned around, and flung open the bathroom door.

Danny was staring at the long bathroom mirror, his hand wrapped around his penis, his wet shorts around his ankles. He froze for a second then bent to try to pull at his shorts. But the water made them stick, and he was having difficulty as they clung to his legs. With a side-on view his penis was big and evidently close to being fully hard.

"Ah, fuck it," he finally said and stood upright, leaving the shorts where they were, "can I help you?"

I was stunned but knew I needed to think quickly as I surveyed the scene in front of me. This guy, broad-shouldered, a small matting of blond hair on his chest, a six-pack of abs, and a thick, what I assume was circumcised penis.

I coughed to compose myself. "I just wanted to say...I just wanted to...well, I wanted...the thing is, I was hoping we could talk. But now? Now..." I trailed off as I looked down at his manhood, "well...can I help you?"

I figured he'd started to, what was it? Jerk off?

"Look, I'm in a predicament right now," he stated firmly, "shorts are on the floor, naked, looking at the girl I was just thinking about. This isn't what was supposed to happen."

With what seemed like an involuntary draw I stepped into the bathroom, my eyes fixed on his, and pushed the bathroom door closed, then fumbled for the lock and turned it. Our faces were blank. I tried to read his expression but it was deer-in-headlights mixed with a hint of glee. I moved behind him, close, so my breasts brushed gently on his back. I could just see over his shoulder so that our eyes could meet again in the mirror. It seemed so natural: I reached around my left hand and let it sit gently over his chest muscle, slowly dragging my fingers through the soft blond chest hair. Danny finally blinked, but didn't say a word, and I could see his penis twitch in the reflection. I shifted my view over his other shoulder, letting my hand drop from his chest to his hip, and dragged my nails lightly over his skin as I reached around with my right hand and slowly wrapped it around the growing girth of his penis. I held it there as I felt him grow in my hand. It was an incredible sensation as it rose to point at the sink and mirror above it, responding to my touch. 

Now the memory of my experience with Dani and Ori flashed into my head, her taking the shaft and pulling back, revealing the red bulb of the head. But Danny had no foreskin. Would this hurt? With a very light touch I pinched my thumb and index finger together, just as mom had showed me, and slowly pulled back. His penis was incredibly hard, the deep veins creating a more contoured feel to what Dani's had looked like. I repeated the motion and Danny pursed his lips. Now, with our eyes locked in the mirror I pushed lightly forwards and backwards, brushing up against the lip of that large head, with each touch feeling his body shake a little and tense. With my other hand I dragged my nails lightly over his back as I shifted more to his side, letting them fall over his muscular bottom, and providing more room to pull on this thick shaft. I thought Ori's hands were small, and now it seemed like mine were as my finger and thumb could barely touch. So I shifted to take the full girth into my hand and increased the speed. Danny responded with a small gasp, our eyes still fixed in the mirror.

I pulled for less time than Ori had done when Danny whispered through gasped breath "I'm cumming." I knew now that meant to spit and I retained focus on staring at his eyes, watching his reactions.

Suddenly his entire body felt stiff, every muscle tensed. He gurgled a "Yes" and with the next pull back his spit shot towards the mirror, splashing on its surface. The next one hit the sink, and the next one, and the next one. I didn't know what to do but to keep going, and the spit kept coming. After several seconds I felt Danny's body relax and the strength and firmness of his penis begin to subside. But I kept hold, letting the trickles of spit drip over my fingers.

Danny stooped to steady his arms on the edge of the sink and I let go of his penis as it slowly lost its firmness and size. I could feel the warm spit on my fingers and wanted to know more about it, so brought my hand to my nose and smelled it...then stuck out my tongue and dipped it. It was okay. Not tasty, not sweet, but not terrible.




Giving a Hand Pt. 01



"What are you doing?" Danny finally said as I was obscured by his wide frame in the mirror. 

"Just cleaning up." And I leaned around him and ran my fingers under the faucets. "You'd better clean this up," I added as I saw the streams of spit on the mirror and sink. In the immense realization of what just happened I had to leave, so I bolted for the door, turning to close it as I could see Danny's face contorted in a questioning expression. I smiled, and rushed back to the party.

[To be continued...]



Giving Advice



"Man, I don't know what is wrong with Kathy, but she has been acting strange lately" my running partner Dave said to me as we were doing our Tuesday morning 4 miles. "What do you mean," I asked. "Well, we haven't had sex in 6 weeks, I mean nothing" Dave said, " and I have asked her what is going on and she hasn't answered me." "Do you want me to swing by and talk to her, she might not want to tell you what's up, but she might tell me" I said. "Sure, I am going to a meeting tonight, how about you run by then?" I agreed and we finished our run.

Dave and Kathy are a young married couple that lived right next door to me. I was single at the time, and since we were all about the same age (I am a little older) we hung out together and did things together. Kathy often talked to me about who I was seeing and whether she liked them or not, and we shared a good conversational relationship. Now, I will admit that Kathy has a great body. She coached the local high school cheerleaders and this kept her in great shape. She is about 5'9 with long legs and great ass. Her long dark hair came to about mid back and her brown eyes are beautiful. Her tits were about a 34 C, and she had a way of accenting them in whatever she wore.

That night, I waited until I saw Dave's car leave, then I put on some running clothes and ran about a mile, then stopped by their house. I wanted to act as if I was warming up for a run and was asking Dave along. Kathy answered the door and I almost fainted. Apparently, she was not expecting anybody and I had caught her working on a new routine. She had on her little cheerleading skirt that barely covered her ass, and a sports bra. She was sweating a little bit, and the exercise must have aroused her because her nipples were sticking out of the bra by a good 2 inches. I quickly recovered and asked if Dave was home so we could go run. "No", she replied, "he went to a meeting." "Oh," I said," well, I will just run by myself then." "Why do that" she said, "come in and tell me what you think of the new routine for Friday." "Okay" I answered, trying to hide my growing excitement.

Kathy went back to demonstrating splits and other moves that served to arouse me greatly. I only had on running shorts, so my dick was poking through the material. As I sat on the couch, things became uncomfortable. One time, I went to readjust myself, and she caught me. Her eyes lit up, but she did not say anything. After that, she started turning around and with that great ass in my face, touch her toes, showing me the outline of her panties and pussy hair. Finally, she stopped and asked me what I thought. "Those are some great moves, are your girls going to be able to do them?" "Sure," she said, if I can, they can."

As she went to get us something to drink, I finally got around to asking her if anything was wrong between her and Dave. "Only that we have the world's most boring sex life," she replied walking toward me with a glass of water for me and wine for her, "he is such a puritan some times, all he wants to do is straight missionary sex, in the bedroom with the lights out!" "Have you talked to him about this?" I asked. "Yes, but after one time of me on top, it is back to the same old thing," she said, "I don't like having sex with him because I don't orgasm unless I do to myself!" I did not know what to say. A sudden image of her, sticking her fingers in her pussy, rubbing her clit while pinching her nipples flashed in my mind. Of course, I started to get erect again.

"My, my" she said as she sat down on the couch next to me, "what are you thinking about?" "Um....nothing" I stuttered. I made it a rule early in my life never to mess with a married woman. Guys who did that usually had a shorted life span, and I did not what that to happen to me. "I should me going" I stammered. She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Please don't go, just help me cum and I won't say a word." With that, she started rubbing my dick through the shorts. So much for that rule!

I turned her head towards me and kissed her on the mouth. She eagerly tongued me back and started pulling down my shorts. I stopped her and said, " this is about you." She smiled and I pushed her back on the couch and pulled her bra off. I kissed my way down her neck and rubbed her tits while I sucked her nipples. She gasped and grabbed my head, forcing down so more of her tit was in my mouth and rocking my head back and forth. I sucked her 2-inch nipples hard, alternating between them, rubbing one and sucking the other. She started moaning. I took my hand and ran it down her leg. I went to pull of her skirt, but she said, "Leave it on". I complied and pulled her little pink panties off her. I kissed the rest of the way down her body, until my face was level with her pussy.

She had the sweetest smelling pussy. She trimmed her pussy hair so it formed a little triangle that pointed at her opening. I started to lick and suck her clit. She moaned and forced my head into her cunt. I stuck one finger in her and massaged her clit with my thumb, all the while licking and sucking her pussy. She was going crazy, moaning and gasping. I took one hand and stuck two fingers in her, while I moved the other to continue rubbing her clit. I ran my tongue between her legs, down to her puckered asshole. I licked her ass, and tongued her hole until it was wet. Then, I took my fingers out of her cunt and stuck one in her ass. She screamed " I'M CUMMING!! And a gush of pussy juice soaked my face. I swallowed as much as I could, and continued to suck her pussy, trying to get more. She came repeatedly, each time more juice ran out of her. This was the first time I had seen a female ejaculation, and I loved it. She finally grabbed my head, pushed it away, and lay down on the couch. I lay with her for awhile, then realized that I need to go. As I got up, she asked, "Where are you going?" "Home," I replied "I told you that this was about you and I am leaving" "No you're not" she said and grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, and in one movement, swallowed my 7 inch, 2 inch wide dick. I gasped and sat back down on the couch. She was sucking my cock like a vacuum. She started licking the head while stroking the shaft. Then she pushed me down, positioned her self between my legs, and started rubbing and licking my balls. She ran her tongue down to my ass and started pushing her tongue in me. She then returned to sucking my dick and pumping the shaft. I could not take much of this, shouted "I'M CUMMING," and she deep throated me, and shove a finger in my ass at the same time. This took me over the top and I shot a huge load of cum down her throat. She gagged a little, but kept sucking. She sat up and let some of the cum dribbled out of her mouth and on to her tits. "Oops" she said and scraped the cum with her finger and put in back into her mouth. "How long until you are ready again?" she asked. "I don't know, " I said. "Let me help, because I want that dick in me." With that, she swung around, put her pussy in my face, and started sucking my dick. I quickly became hard again and was ready to fuck her. She got off me and stood up. She smiled, turned around and said "what about this move?" as she spread her legs and touched the floor. Her perfect ass was in my face and I could see her pussy getting wetter by the second. "When I do my routines, she said " my pussy always gets wet, thinking of the boys jacking off to my ass" I leaned over, licked her pussy and stood up. "Stick it in me now," she said, "take me from behind and fuck me hard!" I took my dick and in one thrust pushed it inside of her. She started moaning again and clenching and relaxing her pussy muscles so sometime her pussy would be very tight, and others a little looser. I was alternating my pace, sometimes going quickly, and other times slowly. I would slide my dick the whole way out, and then ease it back into her, or shove it back in. After about 15 minutes, she said "Just slam it into me and I will cum." I started fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. She started moaning and right before she came, I suck a finger in her ass and felt my dick moving between the little layer of flesh. She screamed and came. I slowed my pace so she could enjoy her orgasm. She pulled her self away from me, got on her knees and said "I want you to jack off in front of me and cum on my face." I started jacking my dick as fast and as hard as I could, as she opened her mouth and licked my dick once and a while. I shot cum all over her face and mouth. She licked it off me and smiled. We lay down together for about 10 minutes while we caught our breath. Then she looked at me and said "Thanks for the inspiration, I will try to talk to Dave again, and if it doesn't work, then you should he has a meeting every Tuesday." How will I know if it doesn't work?" She smiled, "Oh, you will know."

The next day, as Dave and I were running, he said "Thanks for talking to Kathy, we had great sex last night" "Really?" I asked. "Yeah man I can never thank you enough," he said, "By the way, Kathy asked me this morning if you would run with her Tuesday nights while I am at my meetings" "Sure," I smiled, "no problem."