1 comments/ 30837 views/ 4 favorites It Began By: submissive4ualways I stood completely naked just inside his front door, eyes down and fingers latched behind my neck, pleading silently for him to say or do something. I shifted uncomfortably but with the slight movement he stood in front of me, grabbed my jaw in a tight grip and forced me to look into his angry eyes. "I told you to stand still, did I not," he questioned sternly. I didn't know how to respond, "do I speak or do I stand my ground and wait for him to tell me what to do," I thought to myself and after several seconds I chose the latter and waited for his reaction. "I asked you a question SJ, answer me," he thundered. I stumbled on my words, angry with myself for having upset him. "I will stand still for you sir" I responded, hopeful that this was what he wanted to hear. "Good girl, you may come in and take a seat on the couch," he stated more softly. I took a deep breath, careful to keep my eyes focused down and made my way to the couch. I sat down slowly with my feet together and placed my shaking hands in my lap. I learned very quickly that this was not acceptable as my hands were forced down to my sides and my knees were pushed apart until I was exposed fully. My heart raced and breathing came more like quick little gasps, I was scared yet completely aroused and awaiting his next request, question, and heaven help me...demand. "Do not be frightened SJ, I see that you are full of un-answered questions and all will be answered in due time." He continued, "I will only fine tune what and how you already know on how to please me. I will push your limits, and whatever petty boundaries you think you may have set for me or yourself. I believe you are here for that fact, and because it is a driving desire and need within your mind and body to serve a proper Master." "Nod if you are in agreement with what I've just said," he added. I nodded with a tear in my eye from being read so openly, I knew I was in for a terrific and intense experience with this man and I craved to show him that I was capable and deserving of whatever he could give me and use me for. I knew in an instant that my pleasure would be his pleasure, my pain his pain and I shivered with the reality of it all. "Do you have any questions before we begin SJ," he asked? I racked my brain thinking of anything that needed to be discussed prior to the beginning of our distinct relationship. Moments passed and finally, the one question that burned down to my soul was asked; "What will you have me call you?" It was just the slightest of whispers, but I knew he heard me. I saw his legs tense up as though caught off guard and I loved it. He bent down and placed a hand on either side of my face. Pulling up slightly he looked into my eyes, and a thousand unspoken words passed between us. I felt a tear slip down my cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb and leaned in to kiss me. It was a surreal moment and any reserve I may have had melted away. He pulled away slowly and spoke, "For now, you will refer to me as Sir, no more no less until otherwise stated; do you understand?" "Yes Sir," I replied sure not to break eye contact. "Good girl, now let us proceed," was his response. He took his hands off my face and held one out for me to take. I timidly placed a small hand into his large palm and he helped me up. "Follow me," He said and began to walk out of the living room and down a wide hallway stood in front of a very tall and wide light green door. His home was kept immaculate and I wondered if he had a maid to assist with its maintenance. He stopped in front of a door and pulled a chain out of his shirt which had a key attached to it. He pulled the chain up and over his head and proceeded to unlock the door. I tried to catch a glimpse but the room was dark in comparison to the brightly lit hallway and I couldn't make anything out. "Turn around," I heard him say and immediately turned my back to him. He let go of my hand and everything suddenly went black. He had covered my eyes with a soft material, I assumed satin and blocked out any opportunity for seeing what might lie ahead. My breathing quickened and my heart raced. I was nervous but not scared, and I was very aware of the heat that was nearly steaming from between my legs. I could feel my face become flushed at the thought of being so turned on in such a "taboo" setting, yet here I was and ready as ever, in every way to explore the things that had held my attention right down to my very essence for so long. My body was alert, my heart eager to learn and serve. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room. I heard the door pulled shut behind us and even the faint "click" of the door lock. I lost my breath for a moment upon realizing fully where I was and what was to transpire. He must have felt me tense up, as he wrapped his very strong and powerful arms around my tiny near shaking body. Without the use of my sight, I relied completely on my other senses. When he let go of my body and walked away briefly, my ears were tuned into what he was doing. I felt the floor thump below my feet with each step he took and could tell he was walking back to me. He stopped within a couple of inches, although he didn't touch me at first, I could feel the heat radiate off of his body and smell a sweet mixture of man and leather. "Open your mouth," he said very matter of fact, and I followed his direction unsure of his intentions. "Wider SJ." I did as I was told and was rewarded with a thick ball of sorts pressed between my lips and teeth. He fastened the ball to the back of my head, and I was left feeling somewhat uncomfortably stretched by the invasion. "You'll get used to it girl; it will just take time," he advised and I was sure that I believed him. With that, I felt his hand on the small of my back, pressing me to move forward. Without warning, I felt a sting of pain across my right butt cheek. I knew that it was some sort of whip, but couldn't fathom why I'd been swatted. I stopped moving, lost in thought as to what I had done to deserve punishment so soon, but I was met with three quick strikes across both cheeks, "Thwap...thwap, thwap" and the hand in my back pressing harder, that I might continue on. I tried to voice my disapproval from behind my gag but was met with another "thwap" and when I tried to put my hands behind me to stop the blows the world seemed to stop moving entirely. In the blink of an eye, he had a fistful of my hair and had pulled my head back hard. He was so close to me when he spoke that his lips touched my earlobe causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. "That will not happen again," he hissed. "And," he added, "You will be punished severely for that." I froze with fear, not understanding fully what kind of punishment I could expect from him. I tried to shake my head "No" but was held in place by his tight grip. I tried to remove his hand from my hair but was quickly reminded who was in charge when the whip cracked my exposed thighs repeatedly and I submitted to him. I cried out from behind the gag but no mercy was given. He continued to push me forward, hair in hand and would not stop the relentless attack on my ass and thighs. My skin burned and I couldn't stop the tears that fell behind the blindfold. I felt such a mixture of pain and humility; I wasn't sure where the line was drawn. I knew better then to try and stop him, knew that he would be angry with me but I was caught so off-guard I reacted before I had time to comprehend what was happening. I desperately wanted to fall to my knees, and beg of forgiveness for my lack of self-control, but I was held tight and without the option to turn or move in the slightest. We stopped walking and I was pushed onto some sort of padded table sitting just at knee height. "Kneel," was all he said and so I put one knee up and then the other and started to fall forward, loosing my balance. He released my hair when I tumbled forward but the fall was short-lived as my stomach and chest landed on another padded block. I sat there somewhat dumbfounded with my loss of vision but took the hint that I was supposed to be leaning forward and continued to do so. My legs were spread apart approximately 7 to 8 inches, and he was stretching my arms open and out in front of my body. He tied a soft strap around one wrist and then the other. When he was finished, he moved down to my knees and wrapped a soft material around each leg and around the bench to hold me in place. I though to test my restraints but thought better of it, wanting to show him that I was here to please, regardless of the situation. He moved in silence, working quickly and my heart raced with anticipation. I thought back to our numerous dinner dates and the conversations that we'd had about how "into" the lifestyle we both were. I thought about the limits that he had questioned, what I thought I could withstand under his control, what I thought I could offer him of myself and why I even considered limits if I was to be the dedicated sub that I told him I could be. There had been no physical contact until tonight with the exception of a strong hug, more a feel of the power that he had over me and in an unspoken move, I submitted myself to him. It was not a loud moment, nor was it written in stone but in that moment I knew in my heart that I would do everything in my power to please him and I changed as a person. He could feel the transition and accepted it warmly. He put a hand on either side of my face and leaned down to kiss my forehead. We planned to meet at his home for our first session a week later and he advised to be on the look-out for a package arriving in the mail with explicit directions for me to follow. I left the safe surroundings of the restaurant that we'd visited nearly a dozen times and felt as though I floated all the way home. I was full of hope and excitement that the time had finally come to prove myself as a worthy sub and I reveled in the thought. Now, here I was, strapped to a bench, arms stretched out and tied to lord-knows-what. I was very conscious that I was naked and left completely exposed to anything that he might conjure up. I could feel the moisture begin to leak down my thigh; I was so aroused that it couldn't be helped. I was glad to show him what he did to me and awaited his next move. "Looks like you are my little slut" he said patting my pussy softly. He pulled his fingers away and rubbed them across my face. I could smell my juices, and it heightened my arousal further. My clit pounded with every beat of my heart begging to be satisfied. My nipples were rock hard, and my body was primed to the max and ready for anything. I waited for him to say or do something, wiggled against the restraints to find some kind of comfortable spot but couldn't. I listened for any noise that would alert me to his location in the room but I didn't hear a sound. I hadn't heard the door open, had I?" With my eyes covered and having lost complete control having been tied up to this bench of sorts, I was left completely vulnerable, yet I trusted him and the situation I was in. I wanted to show him that I needed and wanted his punishment, that I would take it willingly to please him. I tried to listen but my heartbeat was suddenly like a bomb going off in my head with each beat. "There, I heard something" I though to myself and tried to wiggle free from my restraints again. "If I could just get this blindfold off my eyes" I thought, my lips moving silently. It happened before I could comprehend what I was hearing. The sting crept across the top of both of my exposed ass cheeks. I bit into my gag to keep from screaming knowing that would upset him. I tried to brace myself for the next blow but he was teasing me with a delay, allowing the first lash to sink in, forcing me to acknowledge the full effect of its heat. I loved it too. He knew it and was taking full advantage showing his wonderfully evil control of the whip. I was beginning to catch my breath when the next "thwap" came and without a break, three more followed consecutively; each strategically placed. And again he waited until each welt turned a mean red against my white skin. My eyes were tearing up now, yet when the next "thwap" landed across the back of my thighs, and then another just above the crack of my ass, I continued to hold my tongue. My head fell back and my tears flowed freely. I could taste them coming in at the cracks of my mouth around the gag and I cried harder. I didn't understand what I had done to deserve such a lashing but was sure that I must have upset him in some way. It became nearly unbearable when he again yielded the thin whip 4 more times. A small cry passed my lips and I dropped my head in humiliation. He was testing me I knew, and assumed I'd just failed yet nearly as soon as the thought crossed my mind I felt his lips caress the hot, swollen lines across my skin. I let out a loud sigh of relief, and tried to hold back my sobs. "Please let me have passed his tests," I thought to myself, anxiously awaiting his next move. He started to rub a cool cream into my welts yet I could still feel the heat radiating up my back. He worked the cream in meticulously but I noticed how now and again his fingers would brush down inside the crack of my ass and back up. Each time I would try to move back against him trying to get more then just a tease but the restraints held me firm in my place. It Began at the Beach It was a great day at the beach. The temp was in the high eighties with little or no wind and the surf was high enough there were tons of people body surfing. I was up on the boardwalk looking at all of this when I noticed a young guy about nineteen near me looking at the same thing I was. Guys and gals in very seductive bathing suits frolicking in the sand below us. There was a beach volley ball game in progress and the bodies on the participants were to die for. I moved a few feet closer to the young guy and said something to the effect of, "Some of the bodies down there are unbelievable." He was almost drooling looking at them and replied, "You said it. Look at that one in the pale green suit. Her tits are the size of cantaloupes." He was dead right. Big tits and small tight ass and from where we were she looked very pretty. At least we could see a smile on her that would light up a room. The game was getting fierce with elbows flying in every direction. One of the gals' dove to get the ball and the top of her suit was dragged down by the sand and when she stood both of her breasts was uncovered. She casually rearranged her suit but not before every guy on the beach near the game had a good look. The guy alongside of me almost jumped off the boardwalk to be down among them. "Holy shit, did you see that?" he asked. "I sure did. Those tits would fill a pail. By the way, I'm Bob." "Oh, nice to meet you. I'm Gerry but you can call me Ger. " I wanted to be damn sure he was legal and casually asked how old he was. He had celebrated his twenty-first birthday two days earlier but looked a few years younger. I told him my age of thirty and he said he wished he were a few years older since most of his friends were older than him. For the next thirty minutes or so we both were ga ga over what we were seeing below. I casually asked him if he had seen any good porn flicks lately and he answered that he never gets a chance to look at any. He still lived at home and his folks pretty much control the TV. I mentioned that I had just picked up a couple of new ones and only lived a block or two from the beach and asked if he would like to come over and watch them with me. I said I had heard they were pretty hot when I got them. That was about all he needed to hear and he quickly accepted. "It's only a short walk. Let's head over." I stretched it a bit when I said a block or two. It was more like six but it still didn't take us long. He was so excited about seeing the flicks I had the feeling he would have walked a mile to see them. I have a decent size apartment with a bedroom and combination living/dining room with the kitchen off it. I had attached the VCR to the big TV in my bedroom and told him to plop his butt on the bed while I got us something to drink. He wanted a beer and I had a glass of Merlot. The first pic was two guys having an orgy with three gals. There were tits, pussies, a cock and asses all over the screen. Gerry was going nuts and stuttering about each new scene on the tube. One guy had a huge cock and was having a great time trying to get one gal to deep throat him. The gal, or any other gal as far as I could see, wasn't able to get much of him in her mouth. She had played with the head of it for a while before taking it in and then could only get a few inches more in her mouth before she was gagging. The action changed over to the other guy who was on his back with one gal riding his cock while he was eating the pussy of the other. I looked over and Gerry was starting to get some swelling in his crotch. That film ended and I quickly stuck in the next one. It was three guys with one gal and I was hoping it would lead to some action right there in my apartment. Sure enough a few minutes into it and one guy had his cock in the gals pussy while she was sucking off the next guy. The third was sort of left out of the action so he was standing there stroking himself. He needed more than that so he walked over to the guy getting laid and put his cock up to the guy's face. The guy leaned over and started to slowly lick the guys cock. He then opened his mouth and took most of it deep. Gerry's crotch was fully expanded by then and so was mine. I said, "Whew, this one is as hot as I was told. I'm going to have let my cock out for some air." As I opened my fly and fished it out from my shorts. I only have about six inches but it is thick. As soon as it was free I began to stroke it lightly. Gerry looked over at me and then dropped his hand to his own crotch. "Gerry, don't be bashful. Let it out so you can get your hand around it." I suggested. He moved his hand and soon had his cock out and standing proud. Holy shit, it was beautiful. I'd bet it was a solid seven inches and not too thick. The purplish head on it was huge with some pre cum oozing from the tip. I was stroking mine at full speed by then when he started to do the same with his monster. "Gerry, that is one lovely cock you have there. The gals must love it." "I really don't go out with any gals Bob. I'm too bashful" "That's a shame for I am certain some would do anything to get that cock inside of them. Can I touch it for just a minute? I have never seen one as big." Without waiting for an answer I slid my hand over on his lap and up on the shaft of his cock. He seemed startled when I touched it but I just gave it a squeeze and kept my hand there. The guy in the flick getting a blowjob had put his hand behind the other guy's head and was pulling him forward on his dick and was fucking his face. The action on the screen had Gerry going a little wild. He was breathing harder than I had ever heard a guy do and was moving his hand up and down his shaft. "Hold on Gerry. I can do that for you. It always feels better when someone else does the stroking for you." I said as I moved my hand all the way up on his shaft pushing his hand aside and then I started to stroke it full time. I released the hold on my own cock and had my other hand just lightly caressing the head of him while my hand was stroking him from cock ridge down to his crotch. "Gerry, did you mean it when you said you had never had a woman?" He shook his head up and down but never took his eyes off the screen. "Did you know that a guy's mouth can feel a lot like a gal's pussy?" "No, I never heard that before." As his breaths were coming faster. I lowered my face down to his cock and took the head of it in my mouth and then slid a few inches in and let my tongue roll around the underside of it. I started a slow bobbing up and down but kept my tongue busy and then let one hand slide under him and just caressed the lips of his asshole. That was all it took. He was squirting one huge stream deep in my mouth. It hit the back of my throat as if it was a projectile and he was soon throwing his hips around as if he wanted to get away from my mouth. That wasn't going to happen as I licked up every drop coming out of him. All I head him say was, "Wow, that was something else." His cock slowly deflated and I licked it all the way down. My cock was even harder than it was before and I raised my head and looked at the screen. The three guys were in a big sex circle with each of them sucking and getting sucked. I started to stroke myself a little faster than I had before but reached over and put one hand behind Gerry's head and pulled him down to my cock ever so slightly. It wasn't long before his mouth was only a few inches away from the head of my cock when he pulled himself up saying, "I'm not gay. I never did anything like this before." "Hush, Gerry. Just let it happen. You almost had me in your mouth. Get back to that and give me the pleasure I just gave you." I put my hand back on his head and pulled him back to where he was. When his mouth was only an inch away I raised my crotch up to let the tip of my cock touch his lips. "Gerry, open your mouth and let me in." I then felt the warmth and moisture of his mouth around the head of my cock. Gerry was giving his first blowjob! It only took him a few minutes before he was bobbing as if he was in the old child's game of bobbing for apples. The fact that it was a virgin mouth turned me on more than normal and it wasn't long before I was filling his hot little mouth with stream after stream of my come. "Swallow it down Gerry. It will taste great." I could hear and feel him gulping as stream after stream hit the back of his throat. He gagged a little but I pulled back and let him catch his breath a little before pushing back into his mouth. He let his face rest against my stomach as my cock went down and it was slipping out of his mouth. "That was fantastic Gerry. Whew, I feel great." He was sitting there in sort of a daze. It was obvious he couldn't believe what he had just done but it was also apparent he wasn't that upset about it. "Ger, I'm going to get another glass of wine. How about another beer for you?" "OK Bob." The flick had ended but I had a few more tucked away that I would get out as soon as I served the drinks. We just sat on the sofa sipping our drinks and chatting about a little of everything. The action on the screen was even wilder than on the previous one. It was of two guys and one gal and it was obvious that the guys had as much interest in each other as they did in the gal. One guy had the gal deep throat him and then he took his cock out of her mouth and used her saliva as the lube he needed to fuck the other guys asshole. It had some great camera work for the photographer was able to get a close up of the head of his cock pressing against the asshole. The asshole retreated from the pressure of the intruder but it soon opened up a little and let the head in. He soon had most of it buried and was thrusting slow and easy. The gal was lying right there and she leaned over and took the cock of the guy getting fucked in her mouth and was sucking him off big time. I was getting hot again and said I was going to strip my pants off. They were cutting into my cock as it got hard. I stripped my jeans and shorts off and sat in the middle of the bed with my hand just lightly stroking myself. I was hard in a minute both from my stroking and watching the scene on the TV. Gerry was sitting there watching the same thing and not able to take his eyes off it. His cock was getting hard once again and I reached over and just put my hand on it ever so softly. "Ger, I have always wanted to have a guy do to me what those guys are doing on the TV. Would you help me out?" Saying all of that with as straight a face as I could muster. He stuttered a little and asked, "Bob, you mean you want me to fuck your ass?" "Yes, wouldn't you like to. It looks as if your cock would." As I pointed down to his steel hard throbbing shaft. "Won't it hurt you?" He asked. "Ger, I am sure it is going to hurt a little but if you took it nice and easy I am sure I could handle it. That guy on the flick seems to be able to do it OK." "Bob, I never even had a girl. I wouldn't know what to do with you." "That's OK Ger. I've watched this film before and know just what that one guy did. Get your pants off and I'll get some lubrication to make it go easier on my butt." I grabbed a jar of Vaseline out of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and brought it back out to the bedroom. "Ger, I am going to lie on my back and let you go in me that way. I'll be able to see your face and maybe I'll be able to jack myself off if I get horny enough. When I get back up on the bed I want you to kneel between my legs." As I lay down I got a gob of the lube out and smeared it on the head of his cock and smeared a bit around the entrance to my ass. "Ger, come closer and put the head of your cock right against the lips of my asshole." "OK Bob but I don't want to hurt you. Tell me what to do next." There wasn't any way he was going to hurt me but I sure wanted his rock hard cock tickling my prostrate as fast as I could get it inside of me. "Ger, push against my ass. Slow and easy now." "OK" and he gave a very tentative push. "No, Ger, you are going to have to push harder." He gave a much harder thrust and the head of him went in me a few inches. "Oh hell Bob, did that hurt? I am in you a long ways." "Not too much Ger. Keep pushing." We went on like that for a few minutes until his balls were finally slapping against my ass. "Oh Ger, it feels terrific. Start fucking me the way the guy did on the flick to his partner." He started to thrust in and out and I was stroking my cock as he was doing it. It didn't take me long to get hard and I kept right on stroking. As he was pushing in to me I started to throw my ass back at his steel hard cock. It wasn't long before he was breathing hard and fast and was moaning that he could feel himself getting ready to explode. "Let it happen Ger. Shoot way up inside of me." I could feel his cock pulsing and he had his eyes closed and was now thrusting faster and faster. It wasn't going to be long now. "Bob, I'm going to cum. Nowww." With that I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me and his cum was hitting deep and it felt like a stream of bullets hitting. I never felt or saw another guy have as fierce an orgasm. He kept on thrusting but a lot slower as his cock got softer. I reached up and pulled him down so we were face to face and I gave him a huge kiss. He got all flustered but stayed right with me as his cock softened and finally slipped out. We got up and I poured us another drink. "Bob did that hurt you?" he asked and it was almost as if he wanted to know for himself. Hmmm. Maybe this isn't going to be as difficult as I thought it might. "Not really Ger. The first inch or so when your head first went in caused a little pain but after that I had you so well lubed up you slipped right in all the way. I'll bet it felt great for you. Didn't it?" "I can't tell you how good it felt. Your asshole is much tighter than a fist and it grabbed my dick in every direction. I loved it and I am sure glad it didn't hurt you too much." "Great. Let's just lay back and watch the next flick." We watched another couple of flicks and the last one was two guys going at each other from every direction. They were both hung rather well and one guy appeared to be able to take the other guy all the way in his throat. I hadn't seen anyone do that before. I was sitting on the middle of the bed again and my cock was getting as hard as a baseball bat. I turned to look at Ger and saw his cock was ready for more action. But, this time it was going to be my cock getting the action. Or so I hoped. I lay back until my head was resting against his shoulder and looked him in the face and asked ever so innocently, "Ger, will you let me do to your ass what I let you do to mine?" "Geez, Bob." Looking down at my hard cock. "You will split me apart with that." "Ger, don't be silly. You are a lot bigger than me and you didn't split me apart." He was still looking doubtful and I put on a long sad face and just turned my back on him. "Never mind. I just found out the kind of guy you are. Maybe you ought to get ready to leave." "Oh hell Bob. Don't be like that. I want to please you but I'm scared." "Ger, I promise to go very slow and if you say it hurts too much I'll stop. OK?" I lubed up my cock and put a gob on a couple of fingers and slipped them up his ass. We went at the same way as he had done with me with him on his back and me kneeling between his legs. I put the head of my cock against the rim of his ass and gave a little push but I had reached down and was holding his hips to prevent them from floating away with the pressure. I slipped in an inch or so immediately and he gasped. "Holy Cow Bob. That hurts." He moaned. "Yeah, I told you how you hurt me for the first few minutes but I then got used to it and the pain went away as I started to enjoy it." As I was saying this I had been pushing a lot harder. It really wasn't very long before I was buried and he was gasping harder. I let myself fall forward and brought my face to his and once again kissed him long and hard. This time I let my tongue probe his mouth and he seemed to enjoy it. I started my thrusting and wasn't going to stop for anything. He could have been screaming to high heaven but I was going to unload up his sweet virgin ass if it was the last thing I ever did. Scream...hell he was moaning with pleasure. A few more thrusts on my part and he was throwing his ass back at me as hard or even harder than I was fucking him. It didn't take long and I was filling that tight little ass with a few long streams of my juice. This time he was the one to reach up and pull me down for a kiss. He had loved what I had just done to him. "Ger, I'm glad you enjoyed that. You live so close you can drop over a lot and I'll really open your sweet ass up." "Oh hell Bob, I loved that so much I'll want you to do that instead of sucking me off. I'll still suck you off and fuck your ass if you want but I would be happier than hell if you fucked my ass every time we were together." "That'll be fine Ger but there are going to be some times I'll take you places in my car and am going to expect you to be leaning over and sucking me off whenever I ask for it." "Bob, I'll do whatever you ask me for." It would appear as if I had found a virgin sex slave and I was certain to make good use of him. The next few months went just about as I hoped. I would occasionally let him fuck my ass with that lovely wand of his but I fucked his ass so often and so hard we were finally doing it almost dry. He loved it. There was one time I invited him on a trip to a big city an hour and a half away and the drive was freeway almost all of the way. I was talking about sex stuff when I got harder and pulled over in a rest area. "OK Ger, get that lovely mouth of yours busy on this as I released my cock from my pants. He almost fell straight down in my lap and by then had learned to take almost all of me in his mouth. He had learned to breathe around it when I was almost all the way down his throat and it felt wonderful. He was pumping away when I unloaded. Oh shit, there were a couple of gals walking up to my car just as I was unloading in his mouth. I knew I could never finish up before they got to the car so I grabbed a jacket lying in the back seat and threw it over his head and shoulders. The gals were really walking to a car parked behind mine but as they walked between mine and the one alongside of me could see what was happening in mine. One gave a little knock on my window and just smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I laughed and pushed Ger's head further down. The gals were gone by the time I had finished unloading and he had finished lapping up my drops. It was good for a laugh for the next few miles or so. It was about six months after we first met that I received a promotion at work and the new job was going to cause me to have to move. Ger didn't take kindly to this bit of news but to tell the truth I was getting a little tire of him and was looking forward to new opportunities. We promised to stay in touch and make trips back and forth to see one another but I knew that was just so much bullshit on my part. It was nice while it lasted but what's the old saying...."All good things must... It Began at the Doctor's Office "Jack, get ready! The appointment is in ten minutes," Leah called up to her son's room. While Leah waited for her son, she took a look in the mirror. She was critical of herself, but she had to admit that she looked good for 40 years old. She had red hair, a big bright smile, and rosy cheeks dusted with freckles. Her ample breasts created a substantial shelf, and her loose flannel shirt hung down over her small round belly. Her tight jeans hugged and accentuated her toned thighs and butt. "You coming?" she yelled again. Jack rolled out of bed, cursing his mom for making a doctor's appointment so early on a Saturday morning. He had gotten in late last night after attending a house party. He considered briefly whether living at home was the right decision while he attended the local college. At the moment, it didn't seem like it was. "Be right down!" Jack yelled. Jack rolled out of bed, and slipped off his boxers and t-shirt. He didn't have time to shower, but he would at least put on clean clothes for his appointment. He looked at himself in the mirror and flexed his muscles, proud of the body he had developed as a high school swimmer. Although he no longer swam, he was still very well put together. He had pronounced pectoral muscles, and his abs stilled showed the faint outline of a six-pack. Jack threw on his well-worn jeans, a t-shirt and a hooded sweatshirt, slicked back his mussed hair, and hid his hair under a ballcap. He realized he really should have showered before his appointment, and blamed his mom for scheduling it at 9 am. "Did you just roll out of bed?" Leah asked her son, as he skipped down the stairs. "Yeah. Sorry. It's pretty early on a Saturday for a doctor's appointment." "You know it's hard for me to make an appointment during the week with my unpredictable work schedule. We're lucky that Dr. Swanson is a friend, and makes time for us to schedule appointments together on the weekend. The least you could do is get up in time to take a shower so she doesn't have to examine your scuzzy, unwashed body." "Jeez mom, I said I'm sorry. I showered last night before I went out." "Before you went out, is my point," said Leah. Leah grabbed her son and pulled him towards her. She pressed herself against him and nestled her nose into his neck and breathed in. The scent of her son went straight to her head. She had to admit she missed the smell of a man, and her legs went weak as she found herself holding a strong man close to her for the first time in too long. "Not too bad. Let's go." Jay adjusted his growing erection as he followed his mom out the door into the garage. His mom had pulled him close, allowing him to feel her breasts on his side. He had always thought she was beautiful. Lately, it seemed like his mom exuded sex. He had heard that women approaching middle age experienced a more intense sex drive, and he knew for certain that it was happening to his mom. He watched the movements of her tight ass as he walked behind her to the car. The day was bright and cold. Leah felt her nipples tighten in the cold air as she got in and started the car. Glancing at her son as he opened the passenger door and sat down, she thought she detected the bulge of an erection underneath his jeans. She admonished herself to stop thinking dirty thoughts as she buckled her seatbelt. "Buckle up," she said." "Aw, mom, it's only a few blocks." "We could get in an accident in a few blocks," she said, in a very motherly tone. "What'd you do last night?" she asked, to make conversation. "There was a party at Lewis's place," he said. "Was it wild?" "Not really. Just some drinking games and video games. Not too different than high school." "Were there any girls?" "Unfortunately, not really. A couple of the guys' girlfriends were around, but mostly it was just dudes from high school." Leah had mixed reactions. On the one hand she was glad her son wasn't going wild like some kids do when they first go to college. But she also wanted Jack to have success with the opposite sex. But on an even deeper level, she felt a twinge of satisfaction that Jack remained unattached. "How'd you get home?" "I just walked. It was a little cold, but not too bad. And I had a pretty good buzz going." "Hmm," she said. She didn't like to hear that Jack was drinking, but she couldn't fault him for being responsible enough to stay off the road. Even before the car warmed up, they arrived at the office of Leah's friend, Ann Swanson. Dr. Swanson had a comfy little family practice in the business district of the small college town they lived in. The street was still mostly deserted so early on such a cold winter morning. They reached the door and tried the handle but it was locked. Leah peered in the window and then used the knocker. She hoped she had the right day. Soon, Dr. Swanson herself came to the door to greet her patients. She smiled and embraced her longtime friend with a hug. Jack watched the two women embrace, and reflected on how both women were very attractive. Dr. Swanson very much looked the part of a doctor. She had shoulder length black hair, which she tied back in a tight pony tail. Her jet-black hair set off starkly against her pale skin. So did her stylish black-framed glasses, which sat on her straight nose and accentuated her serious but friendly disposition. She was slimmer that Leah, with smaller breasts and a smaller frame. While Leah was soft and curvy, Dr. Swanson was hard and angular. The difference seemed to also reflect itself in their personalities. Dr. Swanson was friendly, but still had an a very assertive, commanding presence, befitting her profession as a doctor. Jack couldn't decide which woman was more attractive. He decided that each woman was hot in her own way. Dr. Swanson let them in and locked the door behind them. "I'm not technically seeing patients today," she explained. "I usually use Saturdays to do some paperwork." "I really appreciate you taking the time to see us today, Ann. I have such an unpredictable work schedule and it's really hard for me to block off time during the week." "Of course, it's no trouble at all. I know how seriously you take your health, and Jack's as well," she said. It was true that Leah was almost obsessive about health issues. Three years earlier her husband had passed away unexpectedly, from a heart attack. He was still a young man, and was not in bad shape. Ever since, Leah was haunted by the prospect of another health tragedy in the family. She insisted on annually getting a full work-up, for both herself and for Jack. She was glad she was so close with Ann, who took her concerns very seriously. "Unfortunately, I don't have Barbara come in on the weekends," Dr. Swanson continued. "I think it would be easiest if I could see both of you in the same examination room, if that is okay with you. It's unusual, but I figured you are family so it would be okay, and it would keep you from having to sit alone in the examination room while I work with the other one." Jack's heart skipped a beat. He was actually glad to hear that Dr. Swanson's assistant, Barbara, would not be there. Jack found Barbara to be a cranky old woman. But he was reticent about sharing an examination room with his mother. He feared he would get an erection, and he wasn't looking forward to embarrassing himself in front of the beautiful doctor. "Of course, that will be fine," said Leah politely. She wondered about getting undressed in front of her son, but she wanted to make things as easy as possible for her friend, who was taking time out of her weekend to conduct the examinations. "Very well. Let me know if you feel at all uncomfortable, and we can put you in separate rooms. I know you two are close, and since you live together, I figured you don't have too many secrets from one another." "Of course not, it will be fine," said Leah. Of course she did have secrets from her son. In particular, she didn't think her son had ever seen her naked. "Follow me," instructed the doctor. Dr. Swanson led the mother and son to a typical examination room. There was a table covered with a white sheet of paper, a scale, a swivel chair in front of a small counter, and a metallic stool in front of the examination table. Posters on the wall showed various diagrams of human anatomy. Leah was surprised to see a poster with an exposed female vagina. The image was a real picture, as opposed to the illustrated diagrams of the other posters. It included identifying descriptions of the various parts of a female's genitalia. "There are two gowns right here," said the doctor, pointing to paper gowns hanging on the back of the door. "Please strip down and put them on. I'll run get your charts and be back in just a sec." Leah and Jack looked at each other sheepishly, as Leah grabbed the flimsy paper gowns from the hook and handed one to her son. The blue paper would do very little to hide the modesty of either of them, especially in such a small room, during an examination. Neither mother nor son said anything, as they each began to undress. Leah started by unbuttoning her jeans. She turned her back to her son as she pulled her pants down. Fortunately, her flannel shirt covered most of her bottom while she shimmied out of her tight pants. Next came her underwear. Jack glanced up as his mom stepped out of her sheer, white panties. His breath caught in his throat as he caught a glimpse of his mom's shapely butt beneath her flannel shirt. Leah kept her back turned as she pulled her flannel shirt up over her head. She knew her naked butt was exposed to her son, who sat on the swivel chair several feet away. She tried to act natural as she unclasped her bra and placed it on the table with her other clothes. As she turned to do so, she took a quick look at her son. He hadn't moved. He sat holding his flimsy gown, staring at his completely nude mother. One of her large breasts hung down, visible to her son, inviting his gaze. "Hey, earth to Jack. Get undressed," Leah whispered to her son. She then pulled the gown over her body and pulled it shut at the back. Relieved to have the scant cover of a paper gown, Leah sat on the examination table. She could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, and felt her face warm as she blushed at the embarrassing situation. She looked up again at the poster of the aroused vagina, and looked down and noticed stirrups at the end of the table. Obviously, Ann had to put them in the female examination room, which explained the explicit diagrams. Nevertheless, it still made Leah uncomfortable to be in the room with her son. While Leah considered those thoughts, Jack hopped up, took off his hat, and quickly stripped off his pants and boxer shirts, all in one motion. As he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, Leah stole a glance and saw her son's semi-erect cock in full view. It pointed directly at her, and she could see it was an attractive, and sizable, piece of equipment. Seeing a real, live penis for the first time in years sent a jolt through Leah, and she felt her blush deepen further, turning the pale skin of her face and upper body a deep red. She also felt her nipples constrict, and her pussy began to moisten. As Jack awkwardly pulled the inadequate gown over his well-built frame, Leah quickly looked away. She felt herself begin to panic and told herself to get a grip. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her friend and doctor. Jack managed to pull the gown on and sit back down on the swivel chair just as the handle turned and Dr. Swanson returned to the examination room. "All set? Good. Leah, please step over to the scale," said Dr. Swanson. The commanding tone used by Dr. Swanson put Leah at ease. This was simply a routine examination, Leah told herself. There is no need to overreact. Leah stood up and moved to the scale. As Dr. Swanson measured Leah's height and weight, Jack stared at his mother from the side. He clearly saw his mother's breasts outlined against the paper fabric, heaving with each breath. He could also see one of her butt cheeks because Leah's gown remained untied in the back. He felt his balls tingle, and his dick began to harden even more. "5 feet, 7 inches," said Dr. Swanson. "And, let's see, one hundred and thirty . . . four pounds," she said as the weights finally balanced on the scale. "Exactly the same as last year. Perfect!" said Dr. Swanson. "Please take a seat back on the table. Jack, step up the scale." Jack paused briefly, pained at hearing that she wanted him to stand up before his erection had a chance to go down. He decided he didn't have a choice, and suppressed his embarrassment as he stood up. His erection tented the gown quite obviously as he stood and approached the scale. "Please don't feel self-conscious about your erection, Jack. It happens quite often during examinations, I assure you. Both your mother and I will think nothing of it." Again, the assuredness of the doctor had a calming effect on both Leah and Jack. Jack took a deep breath and felt the mortifying embarrassment begin to pass away, as he let the stylish doctor measure his height and weight. "Six feet and three-quarters of an inch." "And, one hundred and . . . seventy-two pounds. Very good. Please step down." "You both are very healthy sizes and weights. You must be doing a good job keeping up with your diet and exercise. I'm sure I don't need to tell you how important it is to stay active, and to eat healthy foods, and not too much of them. Now I'll take a measurement of your blood pressures." While she placed the cuff around Leah's arm, the doctor kept up with her usual professional conversation. "Jack, college is a very challenging time for maintaining your health. Have you had any challenges adjusting to being on campus and making more choices for yourself as far as food and drink?" "No, ma'am," Jack responded. "I still eat breakfast and dinner at home, so it really isn't very different from high school." "Excellent. How about alcohol. Do you drink?" "Yes, ma'am," Jack said hesitantly. "There's nothing wrong with that, if you keep it in moderation. But be sure to be safe, okay?" "Yes, ma'am." Dr. Swanson recorded Leah's blood pressure and recorded it on the chart. She then moved over to where Jack sat, on the swivel chair. As Dr. Swanson fitted the cuff on his arm, Jack noticed she wore a low-cut blouse underneath her white doctor's robe. While she pumped the pressure up, he snuck a peek and could see the swells of her breasts, cupped in a lacy blue bra. They jiggled in their cups as the doctor pumped air into the sleeve. As she measured Jack's blood pressure, the doctor addressed Leah. "And Leah, do you still prepare most meals at home?" "Yes. I try to cook very healthy, and I make sure every meal includes fresh vegetables. I've even begun to prepare entirely vegetarian meals a few times a week." "That's great to hear. I always advise to cut out as much animal products and processed food as possible, and substitute fresh veggies. It's the best thing you can do for your health." She finished recording Jack's blood pressure and noted the results. Jack was sure to avoid being caught looking down the doctor's blouse. "It's a little high. Sometimes that is simply caused by the anxiety of being in the doctor's office. I don't think it's anything to worry about." "Now Jack, just relax while I continue with your mother's examination. It certainly won't hurt for a young man your age to learn a little bit about the female body in a clinical setting." "Yes, ma'am," said Jack, politely. He stayed seated in the swivel chair while the doctor approached his mother at the examination table. His erection wasn't going away. Dr. Swanson approached Leah and began the examination. First she took blood and placed the vial in the drawer next to Jack. Then she examined Leah's ears and eyes. Leah was comfortable with the routine, and began to feel almost normal, despite the unusual circumstances of the examination. Next Dr. Swanson brought the stethoscope to her ears, and moved the listening device to the back of the patient. "Deep breath. Good. And again. Good. Once more. Very good." Jack was enjoying watching. His mom kept her eyes shut as the doctor proceeded to listen carefully to the stethoscope. Jack felt like he could observe candidly without fear of recrimination. "Now I'll listen to your chest." The doctor reached up and pulled the top of the gown down, setting it on her lap. Leah's breasts were exposed to Jack's view. He marveled at how beautiful his mom was. Her large breasts hung slightly, but still seemed to point upwards. Her nipples sat high on her breasts, accentuating the upward curve. He could tell that his mom's nipples were hard. "Breathe in. . . And out. And breathe in. . . And out. Breathe in. . . And out. One more deep breath. . . And out," the doctor directed as she moved the stethoscope around Leah's chest. Jack watched in awe, and felt his cock tingle uncontrollably. He had dreamed of seeing his mom's breasts so clearly, right in front of him. The attractive doctor and the examination made his excitement even more intense. Dr. Swanson took the stethoscope off and placed it on the desk beside Jack. As she did so, she made eye contact with the young man, and gave him a hint of a smile. Next she rubbed her hands together, warming them. She then moved her hands to Leah's right breast and gently squeezed it, moving in circles around the tissue, while feeling for lumps. Nobody spoke during the breast exam. It seemed to Leah that the breast exam lasted longer than usual. But she was also aware of how nice it felt. She hadn't felt someone's else's hands on her body in a long time. Her breasts tingled beneath the doctor's expert hands. She kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation. "I expect that you perform self-examinations on a regular basis. I find that it's convenient to perform an examination while washing in the shower." "Yes I do." "And nothing unusual has presented itself?" the doctor asked as she moved to the left breast. "Yes, nothing unusual," said Leah. "Your breasts appear to be in very good condition." The doctor took each breast in her hands and caressed them, before gently squeezing the hard nipples. Leah didn't remember the doctor squeezing her nipples in past examinations. Perhaps she squeezed them because they were hard, which had also never happened before. Dr. Swanson moved her hands below Leah's breasts and poked and prodded at her midsection. "How are your energy levels?" "Good. I feel good," said Leah. Ann pressed deeply into her side. "Do you feel any pain?" "No," said Leah. "Good, everything appears to look good so far. We'll know more from your blood work, but everything appears to be in order. Please put your gown back on and sit back." Leah tensed, knowing that the examination of her lower body was coming next. She leaned back and began to spread her legs. She was intensely aware of the wetness gathering between her legs. She glanced up at the large picture of an aroused vagina. She wondered how much her own vagina looked like that right now, open and exposed to the view of her doctor and her son. She tried to repress a rising sense of panic. How could she have an examination of her pussy while her son sat by her side. She thought about putting her legs up in the stirrups and felt extremely vulnerable. She simply couldn't imagine being in that vulnerable, exposed position while her son looked on. She was shocked that Dr. Swanson was going ahead with this, and she wondered if she should stop and request a private exam. Meanwhile, the doctor moved towards her desk. Because the swivel chair was in the way of the drawer, Dr. Swanson gently directed Jack to roll the chair away from the desk, towards the front on the room. She then removed a pair of gloves from the desk drawer and moved back in front of her patient's spread legs.