0 comments/ 38572 views/ 1 favorites Hooded By: cymbidia He slipped the hood over my head and smoothed it down over my face. My heart was hammering. I was sure he could hear it beating from where he stood, his hands on my arms, as I fumbled with the fit to insure the breathing holes were directly under my nostrils. The leather smell was strong and I tasted it too, after the gag was seated between my tongue and the roof of my suddenly dry mouth. Not even a sliver of light showed beneath the blindfold which was held tautly in place by two strong snaps at my temples. I lowered my hands and he moved behind me to finish lacing me into the hood. It was tight but not claustrophobically so. Made of glove quality leather, it caressed my face in an almost sensual manner. I moaned quietly, the sound drawn from me and muffled into the leather encasing my head. He touched it, stroking me through the leather. His hand cradled my head and I felt his lips pressing mine, the sensation muffled and distant. His low murmurs of admiration and reassurance reached me through the soft blackness that enveloped my awareness. Fingers, his whole hand, his mouth, touched my face and moved down my naked body. Responding to his familiar touch, I moaned again and again. He stood, gathering me to him. “Are you okay?” he asked, his lips moving against the leather covering my ear. Nodding in assent, speech denied me by the gag, I reached blindly for him, wanting to hold on to him. New to me, the hood was far outside my comfort zone. He knew it, of course, but wanted it for me, for us, to stretch where we’d been together. Avoiding my reaching hands, he guided me to the bed, positioning me face down on the softness of the spread. With experienced fingers, he fastened the strong leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles, then drew my hands back behind me and attached all four cuffs together tightly. Hogtied. He’d hogtied me. Faintly, I heard the snicking of the padlocks as he completed the bondage, locking me into place. Tendrils of excitement and futility curled through my body when I pulled hard, testing, and could barely move. I always tried to find a way out of my bonds. If I could get loose, I would. If I could get loose, the intensity and eroticism of what lay between us was hugely diminished for us both, but I had to try. We were well matched in that way. I had to try to get loose and he had to try to insure I could not. He stood, I imagined, and watched me struggle as I rotated my wrists and ankles inside the custom, made-for-me cuffs, my fingers wrenching toward buckles and ties. I pulled hard on the special leather-and-chain hogtie holding my limbs together, twisting and pulling as I tried to find a weak place in his work. My legs began to tremble, the strain of the position already taking a toll. Panting a little, beginning to sweat a bit inside the hood, I finally lay quietly, accepting my bondage and waiting for whatever he would do. No speech was possible for me. No sound. No sight. No movement but for minor shifting. My body began to respond to the absence of stimuli and anticipate the touches to come. Slickness gathered between the folds of my labia. My nipples and clit became erect and need fisted deep in my belly. He touched my back and stroked down over my butt, gently, softly. I moaned, shivering, small bumps of sensation following behind his touch to pebble my skin. Down one leg and up the inside of the other, and then his hand was nudging between my legs, touching lightly against my pussy. He checked lightly for that which can’t be faked, his fingers barely touching me. I groaned again, the sound quiet, and tried to back myself onto his fingers but he moved them away. His body barely grazed mine as he leaned over me. His words drifted in quietly from the darkness that enveloped me. “You okay, baby?” he asked again, knowing how afraid I’d been of this for so long. I nodded, air coming raggedly through the small holes under my nose as the heat of his touch singed into my skin. I focused on his muffled words, on the almost-delicacy of his touch. I could hear my own breathing, feel the blood pounding through my veins, and smell my arousal perfuming the air. He brushed a tender kiss across the place where the leather hood met my neck and I shivered violently, the sensuality of the slight contact almost overwhelming from inside my dark bondage. As he withdrew, I continued my slow slide into the moment, into waiting, into a kind of crystalline immediacy in which only this time existed. And then the pain began. Hot, red, and explosive. Over and over, one butt cheek, then the other, then the first again. Sharp and stinging, the blows grew more pronounced with each stroke. He was using the tawse, with its two wicked straps that were made of thick and stiff leather. On and on it went, each blow sharper and more biting than the last, the tip of each tail imprinting my skin with small red bite marks. I screamed from behind my gag as the pain mounted and my focus narrowed. My insatiable need for this kind of intensity spiraled wildly over my skin and through my body. The tawse was still stinging into my skin when the utter futility of escape crashed into my awareness. I was totally unable to alter the content of this time in any real manner. I was in his hands. My safety, my pleasure and pain, my deepest needs and desires were his to call forth, to use and to play with. I couldn't alter his touches, however they came, in any manner at all. I was completely and utterly at his disposal. On the heels of that gut-level knowing, not a rational thought at all but a primal flash of fact, came the kiss of the flogger. Its heavy thuddy suede was almost a relief after the sharpness of the tawse. Soon enough, though, that momentary relief gave way to a further blooming of red sensation. Pain and pleasure spiraled into my brain, into the deep parts of my heart, and into the wet and slick places in my body. As the blows continued, I gasped raggedly, quivering, lost in my dark world of intense sensation. Besides involuntary body-flinches after each hard caress from the many flogger tails, I was almost still as he played my responses like a Master. He stopped and unfastened me, helping me to stretch and move my limbs for a couple minutes. His hands stroked possessively over my red and welted backside and I heard him murmuring his satisfaction with my conduct. He turned me to my back and using the hardware on the cuffs, attached my left wrist to my left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle. Each pairing was locked with one of the small padlocks we had bought the week before while cruising Home Base. I pulled, moaning quietly at the hard and tight ache that began in shoulders, and wordlessly, almost soundlessly, protested the dull pain shooting through each wrist. “I love you,” he said into leather covering my ear, his voice sounding ragged. His hands were working down low, pushing my legs apart. A moment, and then I felt his face slide between my thighs. The tip of his tongue pressed hard against the throbbing wetness of my clit. Stunned at the explosion of sensation, I trembled violently, gasping. Lifting my hips the little I could move them, I tried to push against his mouth, silently begging for more. He pressed more firmly against my clit, flicking his tongue over it rapidly. I screamed against the black leather thrust between my teeth as fire singed up and down the insides of my legs. My body began to spasm into orgasm and I gasped, trembling violently and trying wildly to beg permission from him to finish it. “Yes. Now.” I heard his words, hoarse, giving me what I needed to fully lose myself in the pleasure. His tongue continued its dance against my clit. I shook and screamed inside my dark prison, totally lost in the sensation, the heat and pain in my backside completely subsumed into wild fierce pleasure. Writhing and trembling, gagged and bound, I gasped inside my darkness as the pleasure consumed me. He flowed up my body then, pressing into me roughly, stretching me open. His hands unsnapped and removed the gag. “Mine,” he said against my lips, his voice hoarse and trembling. “My slave.” “Yours,” I panted from the deepest part of my submission, the word sounding rusty coming from dried lips and a drier mouth. My legs were shaking almost uncontrollably under his and my words did the same under his lips. He began to move inside me, his thrusts rapid and hard. “Yours,” I swore again, the word a promise and an oath, bound to him from the darkness of my bondage and the depths of my soul. Hoodlin, Where Are You? I never knew her name until just recently. A fine looking woman. The fine was mostly in the eyes. I like hirsute strong women. Sometimes I'm not sure what they look like. Hoodlin had it all. I spotted her in the back of the cootie bus. A woman in the front of the bus was yelling "Hoodlin, hey Hoodlin." Hoodlin responded. Now I knew her name. The bus rolled down the hill through the S turn centered with a four pillar concrete bridge draped over Chocolate Run. Chocolate run was the eastern border of my grandfather's property. It widened out in his low grounds into a salt lick. In the depression era Hoover diggers deepened the channel and messed up everything. Grandpa liked to sit on the hill and watch the critter's that came from miles around to lick on salty rocks. Today was the Fourth of July. The bus of people were friends of cooties and cooties. Cooties are an honorary group of people who were prisoners of was. They are sponsored by the local VFW post. My Grandfather Curley was a post Commander and plank member of the First VFW post which came out of Cleveland, Ohio. Most people think that Post number 1 was the first post—wrong. They were the first to determine they needed a number. Grandpa Curley put on a hell of a picnic. He caught all of the northern Pike from Lake Erie. Grew the new potatoes. Grew the corn. Caught the snapper turtles up Eagle Creek by diving out of his Old Town canoe. Grandpa caught them by the tail and flipped them into his canoe. They got an upside down ride to their new home, shaded barrels of creek water along the grape arbor. He did his cooking on a large stone fireplace that had steel plate covers for cooking corn and potatoes. The fish was fried in metal kettles over the hottest part of the fire. After the eating the men retired to the edge of the grape arbor area. This location gave them a good shot at the cherry trees. Most of the cherries were done. Curley had a late producer next to the grape arbor. The select group of men had two things and both smoked. They had their favorite pistol and either a cigar or pipe to smoke. My father and his brother and his dad-Curley all had lugers. My dad had got all of the lugers from the Germans during world war two. He was a medic and used his ambulance to bring back war items. The guys on the front lines had plenty of lugers, cameras and burp guns. No way to get them in rear with the gear and then mailed back. My dad was the connection. He sold most of the collection while I was still a young lad. I got to play with the burp gun and lugers. Dad loved that burp gun he used it to chop down trees. He traded it for a speed boat that lasted one summer before he wrecked it. Hoodlin has not been forgotten. I watched her all day. I knew everything about her by watching her mannerisms. I thought I did. I knew I was ready to make my move. Hoodlin sat down in the grape arbor area. I moved in for the killer opening statement. I sat beside her. She looked at me and smiled. I said, "Hi" She said, "Hi" I said, "That's my grandpa, dad and uncle. They are going to start killing every bird in the cherry tree.' She said, "I heard that your grandfather is a trick shot and can shoot the ash off your grandma's cigarette, over his shoulder using a mirror." I said, "Yeah its true but he hasn't had enough to drink yet and neither has my grandma. Do you want to look at the snapper barrel?" She responded with, "I'm with you and whatever you want to do will be fun." I spend the rest of the short day showing Hoodlin around the orchards. The gardens and flowers. Grandpa's place was on the botanical tour. He had brass tags on brass rods next to each plant with its name in English and Latin. We ended up in a secluded area in the hedge row. The grass was silky and ready. So were we. "Hoodlin, I feel like you are my woman and I've known you forever." Hoodlin said, "That's the first time you have used my name." "I believe that your name is very special." "I will use your name when we share something special. I'm not like other women; you have to be matched to me. I'd like to share myself with you, if we match. I'll show you mine. Yours will have to match perfectly or it won't work." She lowered herself as she pulled off her pants. She positioned herself on top of her pants and slid off her panties. She had a beautiful prime in season pelted triangle. I was a muskrat trapper looking at a mink for the first time. I started to get rid of action inhibiting clothes. She said. "Stop, I haven't showed you what is special yet." She spread out her legs and reached to her glossing pelted area. She spread her lips apart for my viewing. It was big and it was square. She said in a lower urgent voice. "If you want to be my man you need to have a square dick and it needs to be the right size. Not too big, not too small. Keep your pants on if you are not my special man." I pulled my pants off and kicked them on to one of the flower tags. I'm not sure which one, I was concentrating on reforming my dick into a squarer and larger version then I was normally sporting. I heard her gasp. "Hurry!" I glanced down. Damn it was dead on. It was plumbed straight and true. The corners had a very sharp radius to match hers. "Hurry!" It looked to be the correct size. I wasn't sure about the length, but my square nuts in my square ball bag urged. "Hurry!" I don't remember the positioning, it was fast. I remember the melting and becoming one as Hoodlin said my name. Hoodwinked I am naked. My wrists and my ankles are bound. And I am spread eagle on an old-fashioned four-poster bed with a canopy. I don't know where or who I am. I just know that I am here. There must be a bathroom just off the bedroom I am in. I can hear the shower running someplace above my head. Either I am on the bed upside-down or it is pulled out into the middle of the room. I don't know which. Now I can hear someone whistling, and the tune sounds so familiar, but I cannot place it. Nor do I know who is whistling it. A woman with a mask and a cape enters the room. Aside from the 6 inch stiletto heels, that is all she is wearing. Her hair is a golden blond and it is down and flowing. Her breasts are full and perky, and her nether regions are shaved clean. She is the most beautiful woman I have seen in a long time. Don't get me wrong, I am not gay, but I do know beauty when I see it. She had a kit with her, like a make-up case. She sat it down on the bed next to me and opened it. I could not see what was inside. Out of the bag she took a black silk blindfold and secured it tightly around my head, making certain that it would not come off easily and that I could not see out from under the ends. I could hear her rustling with the things in the case but I had no idea what was about to happen and I was afraid to speak. Ever so lightly I felt her hands touch my breasts. First one and then the other, and even though it was not meant to be a sexual thing, I was beginning to become aroused. Now that I think about it I think she was checking for piercing holes. I had none. I heard the lid on the case shut and latch and that is when I realized that the shower was no longer running. I had no idea how long it had been off. Then I heard her leave and I was alone, naked, tied, blindfolded, clueless, and strangely aroused, with no idea of what was going to happen or how I managed to end up here. I thought I heard footsteps. But these were much too heavy to belong to the cute little thing that had just left. No, these belonged to someone much bigger. I felt a slightly damp hand touch the cheek of my face and I could smell mens cologne and I could hear his even breathing becoming faster by the minute and I was getting more excited just thinking about what he must be thinking. "Are ya cold, Luv?" His voice was deep and sexy. I could tell this was a man who was used to being in charge. A man that got what ever he wanted, when he wanted. "No, I am fine." My voice sounded hollow and cracked to my own ears and I could feel my face beginning to flush red with embarrassment. I wanted to sound as good as I imagined I looked. "Just thought I would ask," he stated simply as he moved about the room. I knew he was moving about because of his footsteps and the sound of his voice would get lighter and then louder as if he had turned his back to me for some reason. "Your nipples are hard. If you are not cold, then you must be excited. Are you excited?" I was afraid to answer. It was as if he knew what I was thinking. I wasn't sure if I liked that or not. He chuckled softly, amused at my unwillingness to speak. Then all of a sudden he was right next to my ear. I could smell his sweet breath and feel its warmth on my neck and it was all I could do to keep quiet, so I bit down on my lower lip and closed my fists and hoped that he would not see my reaction. "I can smell your excitement. It does no good to try to hide it. I can see the way your breath becomes raspy and your chest heaves heavily and much to quickly for you to be completely relaxed. Then lets not forget the fact that your nipples are standing up in the air just begging me to lick them. I think that is what I will do too. Lick them." His fingers had made their way to my breasts and was playing with my nipples with such expertise that I thought I would faint, had it not been for the fact that I was already laying down. Then I felt him lean over my body and lick each nipple with a flick of his warm wet tongue and my body shook with anticipation. And without my consent a small, barely audible moan slipped out between my lips and into his ears. And without seeing him, I knew that he felt triumphant because of it. His hands and lips seemed to find every crack and crevice on my body. From my neck to my navel, and then past there to blow a gentle puff of breath upon my hot and wet pussy lips and then pass them by to continue with my legs, and then back up again. Just teasing my hot lips. Biting my lip was no longer an option. If he continued to kiss my body I would be unable to hold back the pleasure that was growing within me. Just when I was about to give in and beg for his satisfaction, he was gone. No longer kissing me. No longer with me on the bed. Then I heard the gentle rustle of the cape. The cape the woman had been wearing. Or at least I thought it was hers. What had he been wearing? I had not seen his attire. I had not seen him. What was I doing? I had no idea who this man was. And I had been wanting him? I was ready to beg him for sex and I had no clue as to who this person was. Something was going on in the bedroom, but I had no idea what it was. Then the woman, or at least I presumed that it was the same woman, was moaning and whispering. I could not quite make out the words, but whatever they were, they were of pleasure. Of that I am certain. Then after what seemed like hours, though it couldn't have been more than 15 minutes, the woman removed my mask. I looked around trying to see the man that had been there and he was just out of site and moving about. When he walked into view again, he was wearing a black hood that covered his face and nothing else. He had no scars or tattoos that I could see, but then he wouldn't need them to make him memorable. This was a very large man. Very tall and beefy. Not fat, but not a playboy either. And his member was rock hard and standing tall and very large. I was almost afraid of it. He walked to the edge of the bed and kneeled down beside my head and pushed his member near my mouth. I was unsure what to do. His intentions were clear enough, but I had no idea what to do with something like that. He just waited there until I came out of my temporary shock and opened my mouth as wide as I could to make room for him. Very gently he pushed his cock into my warm, wet mouth and let me do what I could. I felt very inadequate and for some reason all I could think about was pleasing this man. I wanted to make him feel as good as I possibly could. So with all the zest I could muster, I opened my mouth even further than I thought possible and took half of his cock down my throat, sucking and licking the whole way. If my hands had not been tied and I had not been in such an awkward position, I know I could have done better. "Get your ass to work!" His voice boomed. Up to that point I must have had my eyes closed, because startled, I choked and looked up at the hood that should have been his face. One hand on the bedpost, he reached out and touched my hair and face with the other, and reassured me with his touch. "Not you, Luv. Her." He moved his head motioning the blonde behind him. I was still a little confused, I did not know what it was she was supposed to do, and I didn't care. All I wanted was to finish sucking this huge cock. So I just closed my eyes and resumed where I had left off. "Ahhh!" that was hard to say with a huge cock lodged in your throat, but it came out anyway, when I realized what was going on. The cute blond was now between my legs kissing my wet pussy like no man ever had. Her tongue found my clit almost instantly as she pulled my lips apart and slipped two fingers in my pussy. I had never been with another woman before. I think he sensed this and pulled his dick from my lips and stepped back to watch the show as he played with his own hard cock. I was so close to cumming at that point that the moans and groans started climbing out of my throat and I knew that I had truly lost control. With her fingers wet with my cum she pulled them out of my pussy and began to play with my ass. I didn't know what to do. But it felt good, in a sinful sort of way. Slowly she worked a finger into my tight virgin asshole and pumped it in and out like a tender expert. And I was loving every minute of the new sensation. Then with no warning, the man stepped forward and grabbed the girl by her hair and pulled her straight up to a standing position, used his other hand to raise the hood just enough to expose a full set of lips and kissed her hard on the lips. Licking my pussy juices off of her face, and then practically flinging her aside as he dove down on my mouth with his and I could taste myself on his lips. This excited me even further, something, which at this point, that I thought impossible. He placed his left hand behind my neck as he lay on top of me and with his right hand he lowered his hood and then reached down to guide his large hot throbbing cock into my waiting, wet pussy. With an expert roll of his hips he was entering me. The moans became louder and soon I couldn't tell if it was him or me that was moaning the loudest. Then his cock began to swell even bigger and to throb even harder and I knew he was close and I was already cumming by the time he shot his hot load deep inside my satisfied pussy. And the last thing that went through my mind before I passed out from the pleasure was that I never wanted to leave this place. Hoodwinked My name is Tom and I have been married for six years to a nurse. I don't see my wife much as she works the 3-11 shift and I work days. It has been causing a strain on our marriage as of late. Everything started to change just recently. I began to take a walk after work to burn some calories up. One evening I ran into a young girl named Katie, who lived a few blocks down from me. We started to walk and talk one day and I found out about Katie. She was eighteen and just graduated from high school. She lived with her divorced mother not too far from my home. Katie had a cute face with shoulder length brown hair. She was rather petite, with a shapely body and some firm tits, from what I could see. I don't know what possessed me, but I invited her over to my house when my wife was at work. I didn't think she would show up, but the next day the doorbell rang and there was Katie. When I made the invite I said we might watch a movie together. Katie came in and sat down on the sofa. I got each of us a glass of wine and then popped a dvd into the player. I hadn't told Katie it was a porn movie. It didn't take long and the action on the screen began. We drank our wine and I looked over at Katie. It seemed she was liking what she saw on the tv screen. I moved a bit closer to her and then looked directly at her face. That was when we had our first kiss. I pulled Katie into me, and we began to tongue kiss. I ran my hands over her chest and Katie didn't fight me. I figured I might as well go all the way and I pulled her shirt off then her bra. I had her stand up and the shorts and undies came off as well. I was next to shred all my clothes off. I was standing up, my cock hanging down when Katie reached for it. She placed her mouth around the head and began to kiss and suck my mushroom. She had obviously done this before. Katie licked on the underside and ran her tongue up and down my now hard shaft. I placed my hand on the back of her head as guided her into taking as much of me as she could. She was eventually able to get all of my seven inches down her throat. I am not sure how long this went on, but when she reached for my balls and squeezed them, I knew I was close to shooting. I arched my back a bit and then unloaded all my cum down into her belly. There must have been four or five good squirts which she managed to get every drop. Katie swallowed like a pro. Unlike my wife, who didn't like to suck me or swallow my seed, Katie was into it. She was gulping down every hot drop of my liquid. After we finished I pulled out of her mouth with a plopping noise. This was the first of numerous oral sessions Katie performed on me. For a couple of weeks, Katie would show up in the early evening and relieve me of my precious cum. One night when she arrived, we once again drank some wine and Katie blurted out that she was still a virgin. She said she wanted me to be the first to take her cherry. I was a bit put off at first. I didn't have any rubbers at home, as my wife was on the pill. It was decided I would fuck her without one and pull out when I was close to cumming. I led Katie back to the bed and we both stripped. Katie got on the bed and spread her legs as wide as she could. I stood there looking down at her incredible body as I stroked my cock. I then got between her thighs. I leaned down and started to suck on her nipples. Katie always loved when I did this previously. She arched her back and I bit and sucked on the tips. Katie began to moan and tell me she wanted all of me. I then took my cock in hand and started to rub the head up and down her slit. I got the head in place and started to slowly push forward. She was a virgin alright. It took nearly a half hour before I got about half my cock inside her pussy. She was so tight and her tunnel was hot. I kept forcing more of my cock inside her, until I was finally all the way inside her. Katie let out a deep breath and said, "Tom please fuck me good this first time." I had every intention of doing that. I began to feed her my whole length. My balls were bouncing off of her bottom. I also sped up. I was out of control myself. I had never had a young virgin girl in my bed before and I basically lost it. Katie wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her. We were fucking like crazy now. How long we had been at it I had no idea. I did feel the pinch of my nuts, telling me I was close to cumming. I said to Katie I was ready to pull out, but she wouldn't unlock her legs. "I want to feel your cum Tom, please!" Katie was practically crying for it. I had waited too long by now. I started to pour my thick cream into her passage. I squirted huge gobs of my love seed deep into her pussy. Katie was nearly screaming at me as I pounded her for many minutes after I came. I could feel her pussy spasms after I blew my load. She told me later that she had multiple orgasms after I unloaded inside her. My cock eventually went limp and I pulled out. I flipped over onto my back to catch my breath. Katie went into the bathroom to clean up. Lying there, I realized I had done a foolish thing. I had cum inside a fertile young woman. When Katie came back into the bedroom, she got on top of me, sitting on top of my limp cock. She began to rub her oozing pussy up and down my shaft. Then she asked me some questions. "Am I better than your wife in bed, Tom?" She surely was. She also asked if I got excited looking at her naked body. That was a definite yes. All the while, my cock was getting stiffer from all the friction from Katie's pussy. She eventually lifted herself up and stroked my cock a few times. Just to make sure I was rock hard. Then she sunk her pussy down around my thick boner. I thought I was going to pass out. Katie was slamming down hard onto my stiff prick. I reached up and cupped her breasts. Katie threw her head back and then road me for all it was worth. "Tom, will you make me pregnant?" Katie asked in a heated moment. I told her that wasn't such a good idea. She replied back that I had already probably planted my seed in her. My head was swimming by now. What had I gotten myself into? Katie didn't let up. She was sliding up and down my cock and begging me to fill her with my baby seed. All that talk was really getting me aroused and it was then I shot a geyser into her tight passage. Katie was screaming for me to fuck her harder, and I just kept erupting inside her very tight pussy. I didn't think I had so much cum in me, but this young woman was milking me completely dry. After this hot fuck session, we just couldn't stop from doing it. I was fucking Katie nearly every night. I am ashamed to say I didn't wise up and use a rubber. We both loved how it felt to screw skin to skin. It is now some time later and Katie told me she has missed her period. I am now sweating it, wondering what to do. Katie is pressing me to leave my wife. It is rare that my wife and I make love, now that Katie is in the picture. Frankly I don't have enough energy for two women. I am now sitting here pondering what to do. What would you do? Hoodwinking My Two Doctors Although Catherine and Susan are now studying to be medical specialists, when I met them they were in their final year as medical students. A friend of mine at college had advised me to try to have 3 girlfriends at any one time. The rationale was that female students don't want a "needy" boyfriend -- they want an independent boyfriend who is available intermittently. With that in mind I had negotiated my way through many girlfriends when I met Catherine and Susan at a campus function. By trial and error I had worked out what is successful and what isn't. After a week or so I had been successful in bedding both Catherine and Susan. I had to put up with their insecurities and their desire for me to wear condoms. The first rule in the first few weeks is to give them a good time and to give them orgasms. I was confident that my rewards would follow with time. After a few weeks I casually mentioned to Catherine one night that I was having regular sex with Susan and that Susan didn't get me to use condoms. Catherine was on the pill and so she agreed to let me fuck her without condoms. I started enjoying just cumming in her cunt. The next time I was with Susan I mentioned the opposite -- that Catherine didn't get me to wear condoms and again Susan agreed that I could cum inside her. Although they were friends they never seemed to discuss what was happening sexually with me -- I think it is just a girl-thing. They both loved dirty stories and they especially loved hearing about what the other was doing when she fucked -- but all the information flowed through me. Occasionally I'd have a third girlfriend as well, but Catherine and Susan became my main source of sex for quite a while. They thought it was cool that I didn't ring them frequently like previous boyfriends and let them study. Over many months we worked through sucking my cock, swallowing my cum, doggy style, sucking me after I'd fucked their pussy, fucking up against the wall -- all on the basis that the other one was already doing it. So, for example, when I suggested to Catherine that we park the car at the look-out and fuck, I told her that Susan had already done it with me -- Catherine then agreed and I could then truthfully report the details of our car-fuck to Susan who would then agree to do the same. On average I was probably fucking each of them every 10 days and our fucking was becoming more and more exotic. So combined with an occasional third girlfriend I was probably getting sex 7 or 8 times a month. I even got them to agree to fuck during their periods. During this time they graduated and both became interns in the main city hospital. I was a bit concerned about what their change in status would mean -- but the cycle of fucking continued uninterrupted. As long as I was the conduit of information, each of them continued to keep up with the other. It never ceased to amaze me that during this time, although they saw each other frequently, none of this sexual activity was discussed. I must admit that the thought that I was now fucking 2 doctors was highly arousing. The problem was that I was getting close to the end of my perversions. Catherine had agreed to have anal sex because Susan had -- and Susan had agreed to anal sex because Catherine had. It seemed that there was a perfect balance in our sexual activities as long as Catherine and Susan though the other was do it as well. Our "standard" sex was for me to lick their pussy to orgasm, fuck their pussy and then cum in their mouths and then fuck their pussy again and cum in their pussy. Variations might include doing it on in a public place or in a forest or in a car. What they wouldn't consider was all 3 of us fucking together. Catherine was tall and slender with long blonde hair -- she also had smallish breasts. Susan was slightly shorter and slightly plump with large firm breasts. She had long black hair. It was interesting playing with their insecurities -- I'd say to Catherine that Susan's tits were much bigger and she would respond ... "But I'm better at sucking your cock." I started thinking about possibly getting my 2 brothers involved. I'd been telling both of them about the sex that I was having with Catherine and Susan. I thought - what if I asked them if I could have sloppy seconds sex with both of them and say that "Leon" was a clean living guy that I knew who would fuck them, cum in their pussy and then go. I'd stay with them during the fucking and then fuck them afterwards. I'd say to them that it would really excite them to be fucked by 2 guys and really excite me. I'd promise them that "Leon" was a safe choice but that he preferred to remain anonymous. The detail that I wouldn't tell them was that "Leon" would be a different brother for each of them. Both of my brothers were really keen about the plan. My older brother got first choice and chose Catherine, the blonde. My younger brother was still happy to be having a fuck with a doctor with big tits. I told them that if the women enjoyed it, maybe we could keep it going for a while. In general I had found that the best time to discuss a new idea was after they had cum. On my first opportunity with Catherine she said ... "I don't know." After telling her that Susan had already agreed and discussing that "Leon" was a very clean man, she agreed. Similarly, after she had cum, Susan agreed to the plan on the basis that Catherine had already agreed. I put meticulous planning into the Friday and Saturday nights. I wanted the plan to work and didn't want to lose my sex partners. In all our sexual adventures I had only a few photos of our exploits. Maybe the opportunity of being the observing person would allow me to take a few photos as the fucks unfolded. On the Friday night Catherine arrived and I escorted her to my dimly lit bedroom. I told her that I'd tie a loose blind-fold around her head so that she couldn't see "Leon". I told her that "Leon" wouldn't say anything. I told her that "Leon" would fuck her pussy and she would have the choice of him cumming in her pussy or in her mouth. She was obviously very excited and I added that Susan had already been fucked and had swallowed "Leon". Catherine then told me that she'd suck his cock after he had fucked her pussy and swallow his cum. My elder brother then walked in, naked and with his erection. He gently spread Catherine's legs and started fucking her. During this time I was whispering in her ear that I loved seeing her fucked, that she was a slut and that I was going to give her a great fucking once "Leon" left. I also managed to quietly take a few photos. The entire time I just talked to her as if she was a slut. Catherine felt 4 hands exploring her body -- especially her tits. After about 20 minutes "Leon" took his cock out of her pussy and put it in her mouth. He let out a loud groan as he spurted into her mouth. Catherine sucked it all down. He gave me a thumbs up as he left the room. My cock was like a flagpole and I entered Catherine's cunt. After removing her blind-fold I told her what a slut and whore she was. Her cunt was tight and she had several orgasms. Over the next hour or so I must have cum in her cunt 3 times. I told Catherine that "Leon" had indicated that she was a much better fuck than Susan. The next night Susan arrived. I gave her the same explanation and also stated that Catherine had sucked "Leon" and swallowed his cum. I tied the blind-fold around her head and then my younger brother came into the room naked with his erection. Again I told Susan how great it looked to see her being fucked by "Leon". I whispered to her what "Leon" had done to Catherine -- Susan became very excited. Again I managed to take a few photos. I whispered non-stop into her ear about what a slut she was. My younger brother was taking a large interest in her big tits and was squeezing them vigorously. "Leon" took his cock out of her pussy and exploded in her mouth -- she swallowed him all down. After he had left the room, I took off her blind-fold and fucked Susan for an hour or so. She was so excited and tight. After she'd had several orgasms I told her that "Leon" had indicated that she was a much better fuck than Catherine. It's now been a few weeks since those 2 nights. Both Catherine and Susan have very good memories of the night and it has really lifted our sex lives. Both of them have said that they'd be keen to do it again. Neither of them have spoken to the other about "Leon" and if they did, all they know is his false name. Both of them are proud that they were a better fuck than the other. After thinking about it for a while it occurred to me that I wouldn't even need my brothers next time -- there are probably lots of guys out there who would love to fuck a young female doctor. In the same dim room and with the blind-fold, I could introduce virtually any guy to them as "Leon".