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Marie

By: restrained



My true love. That is what I consider my Marie to be. We met just out of high school and were inseparable from the start (about 1980). By the time we were in our early 20's we were living together and very happy. 

As the years flew by time was starting to take its toll on us. We had always had a super sex life. I could see we didn't have many sparks left anymore. Marie was a beautiful woman. She was 5'9" wore a size 6 dress, had long light brown hair, and the best set of legs this side of Vegas. By the end of 1987 though we started talking about splitting up. I sadly thought our time was over but Marie wanted to try to work things out. I wasn't in a big hurry to leave my Marie so I agreed that we try to spice up our relationship and get back our loving feelings. 

We hadn't really been into bondage. I had always been turned on like crazy when tied up or tying women up. We would do minor things like tie our hands with scarves or something tame like that but nothing serious. Marie really was into the threesome thing or watching porno flicks all evening. Needless to say we had killer sex in our day. I had been hinting about trying some bondage but Marie never bit on it. At this point of our relationship I believe she was ready to try about anything. She was a wild child and was ready to flourish.

Marie calls me at work on Friday and asked if I could come home a few hours later because she had set up something to "spark" us up a bit. I asked her if she really wanted to keep trying. I could tell that she was disappointed that I even asked but she insisted that we could recapture our passion and love. I said sure, but I was really down on our relationship and felt bad about things. I left my real estate office at 4:30 and headed to a hot downtown spot for a snack and a few drinks. I have never had trouble meeting ladies and this evening was proving to be no different. Sitting here feeling kind of sorry for myself I'm attracting the downtown business gals like crazy. I have been talking with a lady named Gina. for a good hour and she is making me hard and hot. 

She has had her hand on my upper thigh for a good 45 minutes and every once in awhile discretely brushes against my hard cock in my pants. She would then knowingly look at me like let's get out of here. I decide to be true to Marie. I beg off but do get Gina's number and I'm so bold I ask if I could call later. She says yes. In fact she said she is going home to wait for my call. Ok. What a lost opportunity. Gina was the classic downtown blonde. What a loss. Even though Marie and I had been drifting apart I have been pretty faithful. I did love her and wanted to give us a chance.

As I'm driving home I can't decide if I'm more upset with Marie or myself for missing a tall blonde opportunity. Childish, but sometimes the little head does the thinking. I decide I should stop and at least get a bottle of Champagne for Marie. I figure that she has probably has splurged on roses or another set of lingerie. Don't get me wrong, I love romance and I love my Marie in her hot garter outfits with 4" heels on. I just have lost the feeling of excitement and passion. Its odd that I'm hotter than hot for a leggy blonde I just met that may or may not be sexually hot, yet I have a leggy brunette at home that will fuck me within an inch of my life but I don't seem to care. Sad how the human mind works isn't it. 

I pull into the driveway of our townhouse and have decided that I will be the handsome loving lover for tonight and this weekend but come Monday we have to put this relationship to bed. 

As I enter our place I see the roses and the candles and really can't be too excited. Marie calls out from the lower level rec room and asks me to shower up and put on my white silk pj's and robe. I feel like a mob porn mogul wearing these white silky things. It makes her crazy so I can wear it one more time for her. She must be getting more overpriced champagne up from the basement fridge as I hear clanking and bumping down there. I take off my suit and sadly see that my cock had been leaking some precum from Gina rubbing it. Well I feel a little better after a long hot shower. I can't even get my well-hung cock up unless I think back to Gina. I guess Gina will get my attention even though she is not here. 

Marie has laid out a black leather strap for me to put around my cock and balls. I know she loves it when I put that thing on so I do. It really keeps all 8+" hard as a baseball bat all evening. Well I'm ready to go and be romantic and try to please my Marie. I do love her I'm just not in lust with her anymore.

As I expected Marie has the living room lowly lit. It is romantic and most men would love to be here in my place. I sit next to her and she has on a new hot outfit. We are both in white tonight. Marie is hot with a satin white bustier, white nylons, silk thong panties, white ankle boots. Very nice. She tells me to sit back and enjoy the champagne. Ok, last weekend I can dig it here. It's pretty fine stuff. I'm pretty relaxed here and we have polished off the whole bottle in a short amount of time. I can hold my champagne so I'm doing ok. Marie gently pulls my cock out of the silky pj's and it feels good. She ask me if I have noticed anything different about her and I take a quick look as I can't say I have paid much attention lately. I hate to say that I haven't noticed anything different. She lays back and spreads her legs, pulls her panties to the side in to reveal two small gold rings pierced into her pussy. Wow! Well that got my attention. We haven't had sex in a few weeks so I have not noticed this! Well that gets my attention for sure. She won't let me lick or touch for now. My cock is fully erect and is clear to see in my silk bottoms. She teases but wont finish me off here. Something is going on. 

Marie pulls out a surprise here. She has hired a masseuse to give me a massage and make me more relaxed. Well she is a professional and has set up her equipment in the bedroom. Marie tells me "get that hard on down" easier, said than done. The masseuse is names Linda. Marie told me that she is experienced with giving massages that are romantic and understands her role here. Ok. Linda is a small African American girl. She has slightly dyed blondish hair, very nice tight body and a super sultry voice. She has her table ready for me. I am down to my white silky shorts. I see Linda look at my cock. Not much I can do about it. Marie helps me get situated and I am lying on my stomach. Marie leaves the room and tells me to come down to the living room when I am finished. Linda is wearing lab coat type attire. She clearly has something nice on under this coat. I can see she is wearing nylons or pantyhose with no shoes on. I am relaxed from the champagne and of course the awesome massage. I am like a little jellyfish after about 20 minutes of Linda's magic fingers. She asks me to roll on my back and I'm reluctant. She asks why and I tell her that I have a very hard cock. She laughs and says that it will be back to its normal size after its massage. I am very light headed. I feel like I'm almost dreaming. I see Linda call for Marie as I drift off in this fog.

I come to and I'm very warm and relaxed. I am not in the bedroom anymore. I can't really tell what's going on. I can't move and I come to the realization that I'm tied to this cot or table. I'm blindfolded and it's hard to get my senses back in order. It feels like I'm lying on a leather doctors table. I start to struggle against my restraints but come to the realization that I am not going anywhere. There are firmly clasped leather restraints on my wrists and ankles and they are fastened down firmly to the table. As I realize what the situation is here I have become very excited. My cock feels like a baseball bat it's so hard. I hear whispering and feel a hand touch my cock and then some laughter. Thanks!

I have to say that I am confused as to what Marie has planned for me. I believe she has me in the rec room but being blindfolded very securely I can't be certain. The champagne had to be spiked, as I don't have any idea how I went from getting a massage upstairs to being tied down here in the rec room. It seems like I have been alone for a while but I am not certain. 

I can feel someone's presence. A voice rings out and asks me if I know who it is. I'm still disoriented and out of nowhere it strikes me that it's Gina! Gina tells me to shut up and mind my manners. She informs me that she is in charge and I am too obey every command. She is speaking as if there are other people listening or watching. She is very forceful. I feel her hand on my hard leaking cock and she wraps her warm mouth around it and I'm in heaven. She stops and tells me that if I cum without her telling me to she will whip me. Whip me? I have a hard cock that is about 3 licks from cumming. I must say that I'm a prolific sperm shooter but I think that will get me in trouble here. Well she goes back to licking my cock and balls and she knows what is going to happen. I try with all my might to keep it in but its no use. I start to erupt and Gina grabs it by the base and tells the audience that this slave has disobeyed and will need to be punished. Thankfully she keeps rubbing and gets all of the cum out of my hard cock. I can feel the hot sperm all over my belly and thighs. 

As promised Gina unclasps my hands and has me sit up and quickly puts handcuffs on my hands behind my back. She unfastens my ankles and orders my to kneel. I'm still blindfolded and she guides me where to kneel. As I'm kneeling I feels cuffs being put on my ankles. Well I'm not going anywhere soon. I feel a collar being put around my neck. Its tight and I feel a chain being clipped to my collar and then to a pole or a wall. As I'm kneeling I feel a sharp hot sting on my left buttock. My God. It took my breath away. Whack, I feel another one on my right buttock. The sharp pain stuns me. I struggle but I have no hope of moving. Whack, another lash. I don't make any noise but I think all here know that I'm feeling serious pain. Gina asks me if will disobey her anymore and I tell her I will not. She grabs my cock and tells me to keep control of it. I ask her what can I do to please her. She tells me to shut up and obey her every command. I have no choice. I'm shackled on my feet, wrists, and neck.

Gina leads me to the sofa and sits me down and clips the chain from my collar to the sofa middle leg. I'm comfortable but again going nowhere. Gina has done this before. Finally my blindfold is taken off. I see Gina, dressed in black leather corset and very intimidating boots. Linda also in black leather, nylons and heels is here. One other girl whose name is Denise is a killer blonde wearing only tattoos and red high heels. I see Marie is sitting at the other sofa with a gag on. She looks terrified. 

Denise walks over to Marie and takes her gag out. She hands her cuffs and restraints. Denise orders her to start locking on hand and ankle cuffs. Marie looks over at me with a frightened look on her face. I can't help her as I can only sit here with my ass still hurting from Gina's whip. Marie is not doing this quick enough for Gina so she directs Linda to stand behind Marie. Marie decides to be defiant. She refuses to put on the restraints. Gina walks over to me and quickly puts a ball gag on me. I guess she didn't want my input here. I have never had a gag on before. Gina has it in tight and buckled before I even know what is going on. I surely can't talk with this large ball in my mouth. I feel very restrained right now. Marie is on her own with these gals.

Well now that I'm held in check Gina and crew turns their attention back to Marie. Marie is asked on more time to start locking herself up. I see her will bending a little. She starts to become defiant again. The three women surround her as she is seated on the leather sofa. Linda is behind her and Gina and Denise are standing directly in front of her. I can tell Linda is fumbling with something. Gina has clearly had enough of Marie's disobedience and nods her head toward Linda and very quickly Linda has a thick rope noose over Marie's head and pulls its tight. Marie instinctively tries to grab the rope around her neck but really cant do much about it. Its not strangling her but the threat is there. Linda has it at the tightness she wants and Marie has stopped struggling and is looking at Gina. Gina asks Marie if she is ready to put on her restraints and Marie meekly shakes her head yes. Marie bends over and buckles on white leather restraints on each ankle just above her kinky white ankle boots. Gina hands her 2 sections of about 10 feet of chain and two sturdy looking master locks. Marie knows without being told what to do. She slowly padlocks the chain to the D ring on each restraint. Marie puts on a 3" thick leather collar and it's locked with a shiny brass padlock. Gina tells Marie to put her hands behind her back. Marie hesitates and Linda tightens the rope, which is still on her neck. Marie clicks one cuff and then the next. I am so turned on watching this I cant believe it. Marie has always been sexy but she is amazing looking all locked up.

Gina is still quite upset with Marie and finally has Linda release the rope from around Marie's neck. I can tell Marie is relieved. I'm sure having a tight rope being tightened around ones neck is quite uncomfortable. Gina puts a lease on Marie's collar and leads her off the sofa and orders her to her knees. Linda quickly grabs the chain from each ankle and locks them to immovable objects. Now that Marie is locked down and in position Gina pulls hard on her lease and brings Marie's face into Gina's trim pussy. Gina tells Marie to start eating pussy. Well Marie goes to the task with a vigor. I can see that Gina is getting weak in the knees. I can her Marie's sweet tongue slowly but deliberately lapping at Gina's pussy. I am so hard as I watch. As Marie is eating Gina for dinner the other two ladies are lined up for their turn. Gina can't stand any longer and asks Linda to chain Marie up on the table. Marie is no longer fighting any of their requests.

As Linda and Gina are securing Marie down they slide her panties they see her gold rings pierced into her shaved pussy. Oh boy. Marie immediately starts to beg that they don't hurt her pussy. Gina barks to her that she should not have rings pierced in her pussy if she doesn't want someone to use them. For now they just concentrate on securing her hands over her head and her ankle to each side of the bondage table.

Denise has turned her attention to me. My cock is hard and sloppy. I have been leaking for about the half-hour it took to restrain Marie and have her lick Gina's pussy. Denise tells me that she hasn't played with a cock my size ever. I would be flattered but she is a tough type of girl and scares me a bit. Gina comes over and whispers something to Denise. Denise undoes my ankle cuffs and then in almost the same motion refastens a set on each ankle and spreads my legs apart and clicks them on each side of the sofa. I'm quite at her mercy as my hands are cuffed behind my back and my legs are locked apart. My jaws are very sore from the gag and I have given up fighting it. I can barely moan. Denise has brought over a small duffel bag and is examining its contents without my being able to see in it. I see that she has pulled out a jar of jelly lubricant. She dabs some on my swollen cock and my lord it feels so good I moan out the best I can. She asks me if I would like the blindfold back on. I'm a little surprised she asked but she asks again and I shake my head no. She smiles and says ok. I can't see Marie very well as I am slouched down on sofa. I hear her begging them to be gentle with me. Denise just laughs. My mind is spinning as something is up. Denise is on her knees in front of me and is rubbing my cock to heaven. I look up and she has a rubber cock that must be 10" long. My heart starts beating faster. I try to scream out but it's just a weak mumble. Denise is lubricating my anus very thoroughly and I am still trying to scream out to no avail. I hear Gina telling Linda to clip Marie's pussy rings to her ankle D rings. I hear Marie whimpering like a child. I see Gina mount Marie's mouth and she tells her not to worry about me as Denise only plans on fucking me with the 8" rubber cock.

Denise needs to take a potty and smoke break so I have a little reprieve. I hear Gina moaning as Marie is again eating her pussy. Linda is eating Marie's totally open and exposed pussy and Marie is purring like a kitten. I can't help but wonder if I'm really going to get that rubber cock up my ass or if they are just trying to frighten me. I will find out soon as Denise comes back. She is a very sexy looking woman. An almost perfect body with many erotic tattoos. She asks again if I would like my blindfold or a hood on. I decide I would. Denise pulls out a black silky looking pillow case and slides it over my head and it does the trick as its very dark in here with only small glimmers of light. It actually enhances the excitement as Denise notices on my even harder cock. In a rather surprising development all goes quiet. I don't feel Denise rubbing my cock. The lights even seem to go off. The background music is a touch louder and I can hear people walking around upstairs. I feel a sharp prick above my ankle. A spider or bug bite? I actually don't think too much of it.

As I sit here restrained like an animal I feel incredible. My cock feels like it will burst through its skin. My entire body feels tingly and excited. Was I given drugs? What are these women doing to us? I hear people talking and I can see some light. I feel that someone is sitting next to me now. My hood comes off and its Marie sitting next to me. She is totally naked, hands cuffed behind her back. She looks totally happy about things. She whispers to me that we had "fantasy" injected into us. She said my cock would be hard for 8 more hours and its really harmless. Well I don't know about that but what's done is done. Marie is purring she is so high.

If I could talk I would beg for my gag to come out but I cant and the girls don't seem inclined to take it off me. Just as I thought I was going to escape Denise I start to understand I will not. I see Gina pointing to me holding a large dildo. Marie leans over to me and tells me that she will take care of me after this and she loves me deeply. I am starting to understand that our marriage and relationship is much more than I thought it was. 

Gina brings in a man dressed like a dungeon master kind of guy. He quickly strips down to his leather chest strap and nothing else. He is Hans who is Gina's man. Hans is quite a man. Buffed build with a cock to match. As I look down I see Denise starting to work on my cock which has stayed rock hard. The drug has made it ultra sensitive. I feel her fingers starting to work on my anus and it feels good. This "fantasy" drug makes everything feel real good. As I'm being worked on I see Hans coming over to Marie. Marie is almost giddy from these drugs and Hans brings his large limp cock to Marie's hand and she gently takes it into her mouth. In a short time I hear her almost gagging on his cock. He pulls it from her mouth and it must measure 10" long and 3" thick. Marie had almost the whole thing down her throat. Hans guides her up from the sofa and takes her on the bondage table and enters her with his massive cock. Gina sits back on her favorite spot, which is Marie's face. Marie is no longer restrained and is really grooving on Hans. I look down at my own large cock lying on my belly leaking.

Denise is starting to work a large dildo into my ass. Linda finally comes over and takes off my gag and I'm so thankful for that. Linda grabs my cock and tells me that she will me cum soon. I ask Denise how much she has in and she tells me that all is in. Both girls giggle over the size of my engorged cock. Denise is working the dildo slowly and Linda is rubbing my head and shaft with both hands. I look over at Marie and she is totally into getting fucked. I hear Hans grunt a few times and I know as a man he has pumped his load of sperm into my wife. Hans keeps right on fucking her, which is impressive. As my senses return to my cock I watch Linda firmly grab my hard shaft with both hands and launch my payload of cum. I hit her in the face and hair with my first blast, which must go 30" in the air. She then points my missile at Denise and she catches at least 3 blasts of white cum. Linda figures I had 12 pulsating blasts. As I am almost passed out I feel Denise slide this large rubber cock out of me and I am relieved. I never would have been able to take it without the drug.


Marie



Marie

Marie called, she said she was on her way over, we had played a bit, and she has visited my house but we have never played here, so I wasn't expecting anything to happen, just friends visiting. I tidied up while she was on her way, soon enough, I heard her knock at the door. I opened it, wearing my usual lazy clothes, a pair of shorts, it was a warm day, and a T shirt I got from Santa Cruz. She immediately came through the door and grabbed my head and kissed me hard, it caught me off guard but I kissed back, our tongues dancing as the passion grew. Then she leaned back and Slapped me, hard, across my left cheek, I immediately felt the heat of it and my eyes teared up, I looked at her with a shocked look.

After a moment I recovered and put my hand to my cheek as the tears rolled down my face, she said, next time I say I'm coming over, you need to be ready for me Slut. She ordered me to strip, telling me that a whore needs to be ready, I began undressing and suddenly felt shy and slowed a bit, she ordered me to pick up the pace or she would smack me again. It wasn't until I was naked that she reached back and closed the door.

Once she closed the door, she sat on the sofa and had me stand in front of her and slowly turn around as she inspected me. When my back was to her, she had me lean forward so she could get a good look at my ass. I had put in the butt plug she got me before she came, it's one with a jewel look on the end, it looks like a sapphire. Blue is her favorite color. She smacked my ass hard enough for me to loose my balance, but I quickly braced myself. She then smacked me hard on the plug, it made it push into me hard and I jumped and winced, this just made her giggle. She then had me turn around until I was facing her and she, with expertise tied my cock and balls with cord. She then grabbed me by my balls and led me into the bedroom. Marie made me undress her and fold her clothes, she then had me get her strap on out of her bag and kiss it, then put it on her, it's one with a harness and the back fits into her pussy so she gets as much pleasure as she gives.

Once the dildo was secure, she had me suck it, she scolds me when I don't do it with pride and passion. Once she was satisfied I had done a good job, she had me lay on my back, she likes to fuck me this way so she can look into my eyes and play with my dick. Marie always calls me her whore and slut, every time she uses those words, I feel warm and happy inside.

Marie put the tip of her cock against my ass, I willed myself to relax, to make it easier, she loved to fuck me rough, today was no exception. She slammed her cock into me, two thrusts and it was already "Balls deep", she quickened the pace, thrusting long hard and fast strokes, my moans and squeals became loud, she reached over and grabbed her panties and thrust them into my mouth to shut me up. Her relentless fucking had my dick flowing with cum as her cock rubbed my prostate. The cum was smearing between our stomachs as her thrusts seemed endless, her stamina was amazing. She leaned down pulled the panties out and kissed me, then raised her head and spit in my mouth, telling me I was a good whore, before putting the panties back in.

She told me to pinch her nipples hard so she could cum, she was panting, her nipples hardened and I reached up and pinched them hard like she liked. Marie came in waves of passion and her assault on my ass grew erratic as her orgasm came, I could feel her juices flow like a river below us. She continued to slowly ride me until her orgasm fully subsided. 

Marie then had me get in an odd position with my head on the bed but my ass high above on the wall, I didn't grasp why until she started jerking my cock. She removed the panties still in my mouth and jerked my cock just inches above my face and mouth. The thought of cuming in my mouth got me even more excited, what "Slut" wouldn't like that, it was then I began shooting my cum, Marie jerking me hard and fast and messaging my balls as my cum shot all over my face and in my mouth. 

Marie then let me reposition and she again kissed me with gusto, tasting my cum as I was, and smearing my cum on our faces between us. When she pulled back, she had me lick her face clean. Then she took off the dildo and sat on my face, telling me i better work hard to make her cum and if she didn't think i was performing well enough, she would be putting her weight down and smother me. i attacked her pussy and clit with gusto, driving my tongue deep into her and sucking on her clit. she told me not to forget her asshole, so i drove my tongue deep into her ass , fucking it with my tongue. she then sat down, suffocating me, i couldn't breath and after a minute began to panic, she sat back up and reminded me to get back to her clit. so i resumed flicking and sucking on her clit as she roughly rode my face, it made it difficult to focus in her clit as it moved all around, but that was my job. finally she began her tell tale sign of building up to her orgasm. she came, not just a little, but gushed onto my face and in my mouth, almost enough to choke me. the taste was fantastic, it was a slightly milder taste of her usual cum but lots of it.She then got up and said I looked like a dirty used up Whore and to go get cleaned up.

Marie had dressed and was sitting in the living room when I came out, still naked, but now clean, we sat next to each other, cuddling as we discussed the events. I felt alive, I felt fantastic, I felt loved. 

Thank you Marie, my Friend, my Love, my Mistress.



Marie



I met Marie the old-fashioned way. Drunk, at a bar. To be fair, I was drunk and she was sober, but still, my drunken state led me to hit on her, which made her shoot me down. I still entertained her enough to get her number, and after a few days of sober texting and calling, she finally agreed to go out with me. 

We went out a few times and never progressed further than a good night kiss at the door. She was oddly reserved for a woman of her age (39), but definitely showed signs of passion in the few kisses we shared. 

A little about me. I'm 44, in good shape, a little over 6', with a good job and a nice house. I was married in my late twenties for a few years and divorced ever since. I date a bit and usually end up in long term friends with benefits relationships with women around my age who aren't looking for anything serious.

The reason I hit on Marie in the first place is she was stunning. Around 5'6" and maybe 125 pounds, she had light blonde hair, high cheekbones, and glacial blue eyes. Basically she looked like a Norse goddess, and I would not have guessed she was a day over 30 when I approached her. 

She was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved buttoned up shirt, and the lack of skin intrigued me in a bar full of women showing off ample assets. I could tell she had a nice body, but just how nice it might be kept me coming back for more.

She had me over for dinner two weeks into dating and we had wine with dinner. She loosened up and we ended up making out like teenagers on the couch. 

"We need to talk," she said, after we came up for air.

"Oh, no!" I laughed. "Already?"

She swatted at my arm. "Nothing bad! It's just....it's really kind of hard to talk about is all."

She went on to tell me about her love history, and how she had never been married or even engaged. Her family was extremely religious, flirting with cult-like denominations, and that history had screwed her up for a long time. 

"I was in therapy for years looking for answers that never were answered. In the last few years, I realized there really are no answers and I just need to live my life. The tough part is that I am attracted to you. Very attracted. I love kissing you and you make me want more."

"But?" I prompted. 

"No buts, really. It's just, I've not had a very good track record when it comes to sex. I guess you could say I'm frigid. I've been with three men in my life and only a handful of times with each. I've probably had sex less than 20 times in my entire life."

I was shocked. By all accounts, I was sitting next to the nearest thing to a (almost) 40 year old virgin you could find. Add in that she was gorgeous, and my head spun even faster.

"I would never push you into anything," I said. "If you aren't comfortable with sex, I am fine with what we have."

She kissed me softly. "No, I want sex, I really do. I just don't want you to be disappointed."

"I could never be disappointed. The thing is, if we take that step, you have to trust me and let yourself go. Give yourself to me fully and I promise I can show you that you aren't frigid, and that you can enjoy sex as much as any woman."

"Give myself? What does that mean?"

"That sounds more ominous than it is. I just mean tell me your limits and trust me to stay within those limits. Everything within those limits, you have to follow my lead and just let go."

"Oh, okay. I read "50 Shades of Grey" and was wondering if this was one of those things," she laughed.

"Only if you want it to be."

"I'll pass. So, we going to do this now?"

She looked so adorable sitting there biting her lip, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and a little arousal. 

"No, not tonight. I think we should go away this weekend and start there. Can you get away?"

"Yes," she nodded. 

We kissed a bit more and I tore myself away to drive home. My mind was racing at the thought of seducing this woman fully. I knew psychologically she might never enjoy sex, but in my heart knew I could bring her to embrace her physical side. 

I started texting her the next day. 

•What limits do you have?•

•Limits?•

•Oral sex? Giving and receiving•

•Definitely willing to try. No one has ever kissed me there before.•

•Positions? Up for anything?•

•Yes.•

•Any fantasies?•

•Maybe. Too shy right now. Let me get back to you on that one.•

Over the next few days I got a definite idea of her experience and desires. Her few fantasies she shared were very vanilla and involved heavy romance. I booked a nice suite at resort a couple hours away and did some shopping online and had my purchases overnighted. 

I picked her up Friday after work and we drove to the resort. We ate at the restaurant and had a few drinks and basically loosened up a little. She was visibly nervous as I led her to the room. I led her inside and kissed her on the couch. 

"Tonight, we aren't having sex," I said. 

"Why?"

"Because tonight is just to get comfortable with each other and our bodies. Tomorrow, if everything goes good tonight, we will have the most amazing sex. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," she said shyly. 

"Good. I am going to kiss you now, and as we kiss, I'm going to let my hands touch your body. Probably intimately. I will be taking your clothes off as well. Are you fine with that?"

"I think so," she said.

"If at any point I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you have to tell me. You won't upset me."

"Okay."

I kissed her, softly, my tongue teasing her lips. I pulled her closer to me and let my hands rub her back and up her sides. Each time I would approach the side of her breasts, she would shudder a little, so I moved away and just rubbed her back slowly. 

I kissed her more firmly, and she responded, letting me gently suck her tongue. This time, she pushed herself closer, and when I let my hands brush the sides of her breasts, she moaned softly instead of withdrawing. 

"That's nice," she said in between kisses. 

I went back to rubbing her back, but kept kissing her deeply. This time I ran my hand on the outside curve of her leg, letting my hand cup the lower portion of her ass that she wasn't sitting on. She didn't flinch, so I pulled her across me, straddling my lap as she leaned forward to kiss me more. 

"Good?" I asked.

"Really good," she smiled. 

We continued kissing and I reached behind her and cupped one perfect feeling ass cheek in each hand gently, letting her grow used to my hands on her ass. 

As we kissed, she made the initial move to push herself down against my very obviously hard cock. When she felt my hardness against her pussy, she moaned in pleasure and pushed down harder. As she humped my cock, I squeezed her ass harder, letting her feel my hands firmly grasp her ass. 

"This feels really good," she panted. 

"That's good. Just let yourself feel good and try to focus on feelings and sensations and stay out of your mind. Your body was made to give you pleasure and there is absolutely nothing shameful in giving into those feelings."

I moved my hands from her ass and ran them up the top of her thighs, over her hips, and up her front until I cupped a breast in each hand. Feeling them, I was surprised at how large they felt. I found two hard nipples protruding through the fabric of her bra and gently rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers. 

"I felt that all the way down....there," she said. 

"What do you call down there?" I asked.

"My...vagina."

"You felt pleasure in your vagina from me playing with your nipples?"

"Yes."

"Vagina is so clinical," I teased. "What else could you call your vagina?"

She blushed and smiled at me. "My pussy."

"That's a good word. Your pussy. Do you think your pussy is getting wet from all of this?"

"My pussy is getting wet," she said.

"I'm going to unbutton your shirt now," I said. 

She nodded and I slowly unbuttoned each button without exposing her. When her shirt was completely undone, I opened it while looking her in the eye. 

I lowered my eyes and looked at her. Her bra was remarkably big. It covered everything without a hint of cleavage. I could see her breasts straining against the restrictive fabric, and reached around behind her to release the catch. Three hooks later it was undone, but still covered her.

"Take off your shirt," I said. 

She peeled it away, leaving her bra covering her breasts. I slipped the straps off her shoulders and she moved her arms to let it fall free. My mouth dropped open when I saw her bare breasts. A full C-cup, they were full and pert, nipples pointing slightly up. Her areola were a light brown against her very pale skin, and puckered perfectly into hard nubs. 

I ran my thumbs across them and felt the wonderful heft of her tits in my hand. I leaned forward and licked one, then the other. When I sucked one in, she began to grind against me again.

I took my time, worshipping each perfect globe while she dry humped me again and again. 

She leaned over and hugged my head as I suckled at her. "I don't think I'm entirely frigid," she whispered. 

I kissed her and reached between us and undid the button on her pants . "No?"

"No." She leaned back and watched as I slid her zipper down and rubbed the tender flesh above her panties. 

"Stand up."

She stood in front if me and I finished unzipping her pants. I slowly pushed them over her hips and watched as her rounded hips came into view. She stepped out of her pants and stood before me in her dark blue panties. They weren't exactly granny panties, but were extremely conservative nonetheless. She had a substantial wet spot on the front of them and I smiled as I motioned for her to turn around. 

The panties fully covered her ass, but the fabric stretched to accommodate her perfectly round flesh. 

I slid them down a little, exposing the top of her cleft. She stopped me and turned around. 

"Umm...I'm nervous."

"Okay. What are you nervous about?"

"I know women trim and shave their....pussies...but I'm not. Trimmed. I'm afraid it's going to turn you off."

I shook my head. "No, it won't turn me off. Have you never shaved?"

"No. I've thought about it, but never had the nerve."

"I'm sure your pussy is beautiful. I haven't seen a natural woman in a very long time, so I'm excited."

I turned her back around and slid her panties over her hips and down past her ass until she stepped out of them. Her ass was glorious. Round and perfect, just the perfect size to fill my hands. I squeezed and played a little, then, gripped her hips and turned her around. 

I let me eyes take in the sight of her naked front, and she was hairy. Her hair was not very dense, but full and wild. It was just a shade or two darker than her head, and covered her entire crotch. 

I pulled her back into my lap and she straddled me, grinding her bare pussy against my pants. I kissed and nibbled her neck and ears, letting her ride me, and I quickly could feel her wetness soaking into my pants. 

I had her sit beside me and I slowly ran my hand up between her legs. She initially clamped my hand between her thighs , but immediately relaxed and spread herself for me. My hand found her hair and searched for the wetness inside. 

I kissed her at the exact moment my finger slipped inside her, and she gasped against my mouth as I slid in deeper. She was as wet or wetter than any woman I had been with, but tight. 

"I want to bathe you," I said. "I want to wash you from head to toe, and then I want to trim your pussy for you. After I trim you, I'm going to shave you bare so you can see and feel your pussy for the very first time. Will you let me do that to you?"

"Yes," she said. 

I went to the large bathroom and ran water into the jacuzzi tub. I poured bubble bath in and warmed the water. I went and got her and led her to the tub. She stretched back and I gently poured water over her hair. I shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp and neck as I did so, relaxing her completely. I had her kneel in front of me and washed her thoroughly before rinsing her completely off. 

I wrapped a towel around her and led her to the counter by the sink. I had her sit on a towel, then knelt in front of her. I grabbed a pair of scissors out of my travel kit and began to slowly trim the hair away from her pussy. I took my time, trimming carefully as I let me fingers explore her hair and lips. 

When I had her trimmed close, she peered down and examined my work. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"It's beautiful." I lathered shaving cream and covered her entire mound before very carefully shaving her pussy bald. When I was done there , I had her stand and lean over the counter. "This might not be comfortable, but I need you to hold your cheeks open."

I dabbed cream in her crevice and shaved the little bit of hair she had around her ass. I touched her wrinkled rosebud a little, which made her jump, but she didn't stop me. 

Finished, I turned her and had her examine herself. "You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen," I said truthfully.

I led her to the bedroom and we laid down. I kissed her gently and began to slowly play with her pussy. I slid a finger inside and began to finger fuck her as we kissed. I kissed and sucked her nipples and worked my way down her stomach until I was between her legs. 

"I want you to touch yourself for me," I said.

She hesitated a moment, then slid her hand between her legs. I watched as she explored her freshly shaven mound, and thrilled with her moan as she slid her own finger deep inside herself. Her other hand cupped a breast and teased her nipple as she pleasured herself. I could see her wetness glisten on her finger as she moved it in and out. 

"Does that feel good?"

"Very good."

"Have you ever done that before?"

She nodded. "I have a few times, but never like this. It never went in as easy and never felt so good. Are you going to take your clothes off?"

"No. Tonight is just about you. I'm going to lick your pussy now. If you don't come, it's fine. Just try to enjoy."

I moved closer and kissed her mound. She gasped, but spread her legs wider as I tasted her for the first time. I took my time, worshipping her pussy with my mouth. I sucked in each of her tiny inner lips before sliding my tongue inside her slick opening. She tasted clean and fresh, and I tongue fucked her for a long time. She curled her fingers in my hair and held my face against her pussy as I gave her an entirely new experience. 

When I moved to her clit, she cried out. "Oh my god!"

I pulled her hood back and exposed her erect nub, and gently licked directly against her most sensitive flesh. I licked for a few minutes, the. Sucked it into my mouth, applying pressure and flicking the tip of my tongue against it. 

I knew she could and would come, and it excited me almost to the point of coming in my pants at the thought of giving this beautiful woman her first orgasm. I slipped my finger inside of her and rubbed against her g-spot, and within thirty seconds, she gasped heavily and began to come. 

She squeezed my head with her thighs and pulled me tight against her pussy as she let out years and years of frustration in one long, incredible orgasm. When she finally finished, she lay there, chest heaving, pussy glistening, and giving soft moans. 

"That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt!"

I kissed her, and to her credit, she never paused as she kissed me hungrily, tasting her own juices on my mouth. 

"I taste good," she laughed. 

"Yes, you do. Now lay down and cover up and get some rest. I'm going to take a shower and will come to bed soon."

She curled up with a smile and I went to start my shower. As soon as the warm water cascaded across me, I grasped my fully hard cock and started stroking it. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to run to the bed and sink my entire length into her, but I had a plan. After five minutes of solid stroking, I erupted in a fountain that splashed against the shower wall and ran down the drain. 

I finished showering and slipped into some lounge pants and crawled into bed beside her. She stirred as I nestled against her warm flesh, and after adjusting until we were spooning, I fell asleep. 

The next morning I woke up and saw a glorious, naked round ass walking to the restroom. She returned a few minutes later and snuggled against me. She smiled when she realized I was awake. 

"Good morning," she said. 

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Probably the best sleep ever. Last night was amazing."

I got up and went in to brush my teeth and relieve myself. Once back in bed, I gave her a proper good morning kiss. She reached between us and squeezed my rapidly hardening cock. 

"I just wanted to feel you," she said, as she wrapped her hand hand around me. "It's....big."

I laughed. "You haven't had much experience, remember."

"I know, but this is big!"

I extricated myself and got up. "Let's get dressed. I have plans for us."

"What kind of plans?"

"Fun plans. And to make you feel like the woman you are."

After we dressed, we grabbed a quick bite downstairs before heading to my truck. I drove us down the mountain and into the little resort town and parked on the main street. We got out and held hands while we walked. 

I took us to a little boutique store I had shopped at before and we looked at clothes. I gave her a pile and asked the girl for a dressing room. 

Marie came out wearing the first outfit, which was a low rise cut pair of jeans with a short sleeve top with mild v-neck. If her bra had been smaller, there would have been a hint of cleavage, but it still looked phenomenal. 

"How do you feel?"

"Good. I like the way these fit."

She tried on dozens of outfits, and I gave the chosen ones to the salesgirl. I got her in a short pair of shorts which showed off her beautiful legs, and after a bit, she enjoyed the experience as much as I did. 

I hit the racks and picked out a bunch of dresses, many of them shorter than she had ever worn. I gave a few more to the clerk and paid after she finished ringing them up. We hauled the bags to the truck and went and found some lunch. 

"Thank you for the clothes," she said.

"You are so welcome. You are beautiful no matter what you wear, but confidence is a big part of sensuality so you need to look as sexy as you feel."

After lunch we shopped around and found her some more daring shoes. Finally, I dropped her at a salon and told her to have fun. She had an appointment for a hair styling and nails, and an hour and a half later I picked her up. She looked spectacular with her sleek, subtly highlighted hair and fuck-me red nails. 

I drove us back up the mountain to the resort and we headed back to the room. "I'm going to take a shower and get ready if you will wait."

She settled on the couch and I took care of shaving and showering. I dressed quickly in a nice pair of slacks and a white button down shirt. 

I kissed her and told her to go ahead and shower and get ready and that I would lay her clothes for the evening on the bed. "If you don't feel comfortable in them, change into something else. Meet me down in the casino when you are ready, gorgeous."

She smiled and headed to the bathroom. Once I heard her get in the tub, I opened some packages I had delivered earlier in the week and laid them out. First, I put of a black lace shelf bra that would absolutely push her breasts together while keeping her nipples completely exposed. These went with a wisp of black lace g-string. I rummaged through her bags and found a dress we had bought, which was sleeveless with a deeper v-neck. Paired with the bra, it would reveal some fantastic cleavage. The dress itself was short and silky, flowing but would hug her curves perfectly. I knew the outfit was a true test, but would be fine should she choose to be more modest. 




Marie



I found the casino and sat down in front of a slot machine and fed in some money. My mind was in my room, but I managed to score a couple hundred dollar jackpot in the meantime. I played for a while until I saw her approaching out of the corner of my eye. 

She looked phenomenal in the outfit. Her hair was perfect and her dress looked astounding. Her cleavage was on display, but not in a vulgar manner. I saw more than a few heads turn as she walked by. Even more than her looks, it was her aura of confidence as she walked that drew the eye. Gone was the reserved, shy beauty replaced with a sensual goddess walking towards me. 

I cashed out and stood to greet her. "You are beautiful," I said.

"I feel beautiful. This outfit is so not me, but I feel like it was made just for me."

I could see her nipples thrusting through the silky fabric, and knew she was turned on. 

"How about we go to the lounge for a drink?"

We walked hand in hand to the lounge and sank down on a huge, plush couch. I ordered drinks and looked her over. "How do you feel?"

"Fantastic. Sexy. The underwear are so naughty! I never would have imagined myself in them."

"I'm glad you like. Are you hungry?"

"Not at all. Just excited."

We talked through a few more drinks and I knew it was close to time. "I have a dare for you. Go to the ladies room and bring me back your panties."

She smiled and bit her lip. Even a wisp of lace was a barrier and it was a step for her to come into a crowded lounge with nothing on under her dress. 

She walked away and I admired her ass as it moved unfettered with her g-string. She was gone a few minutes and came back, handing me a small ball of black fabric. She sat carefully to avoid giving the lounge a view. The panties were moist, giving me more proof of her arousal. 

"Now, and only if you are ready, I want to follow you down the hall to our room and have my way with you."

"Let's go." She practically pulled me up and we went to the elevator. As the doors closed, I pulled her in for a kiss and ran my hand under her dress and squeezed a bare cheek. I ran my hand under the front and felt her wetness as she gasped at the sudden intrusion. 

We barely got through the door before we were on each other. I pulled her dress quickly off and she stood in front of me in heels and a barely there shelf bra. 

We made it to the bed and I quickly moved between her legs and licked her. Her response was quick, and within minutes I gave her her second orgasm ever. 

"Please, let me now."

"Let you what?" I asked. 

"I want to please you with my mouth."

"Dirtier."

"I want to suck your dick," she blushed. "I just don't know how. I tried it before, but I'm not good at it."

"Tell me, how do you see yourself doing it when you fantasize? Are you on the bed? Are you on your knees?"

She bit her lip in that adorable way. "I think it's sexy to be on my knees."

I moved to the edge of the bed and stripped, and she knelt between my legs. I slowly coached her, giving her some pointers as she grew accustomed to feeling my cock. It looked huge in her pale hands. 

"Lick and suck my balls," I said. She was a quick study, and before long she had half of my length in her mouth. After a few minutes, I rested back on my elbows and let her do all the work. 

After ten minutes or so I stopped her and we got back on the bed. "This is the part where I need to know what you want. Doing it the way you want will make it feel that much better. What positions do you want first."

"I really want you to be on top of me. Missionary. I want to feel you for the first time like that. I also really want to try being on top. I've seen videos and that looks really sexy."

I moved on top and eased myself until I was pushing gently against her opening. She was wet, but I knew from having my fingers inside her that she was tight. I didn't want to hurt her, so I kissed her passionately as I slowly slid a little at a time inside her. 

She bit my neck as I stretched her open, and it was only because she was dripping that I was able to keep going. Finally, I filled her, and it was the most amazing, hot, tight, wet experience ever. 

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, swearing for the first time in my presence. 

She pulled me close and we kissed again as I began to slowly move in and out. "Does it hurt?"

"Oh, no. It feels incredible. Our bodies are so close and your cock feels just right inside me."

We stayed in that position until I could freely thrust in and out. I rolled us over and she ended up on top, my cock never coming free. She began to experiment with her movements, and soon found a rhythm that worked for her. 

"Touch your clit and make yourself come," I said. 

She slid her hand down and started playing with her clit and soon came again, this time even bigger than her first one the night before. 

"Turn around on me. I want to see your beautiful ass as you ride me."

She managed to spin around and found her movement again. She rode up and down, and I was mesmerized by her ass. "Spread your cheeks for me so I can see me going into you."

I watched as my cock plunged into her, her lips stretching accommodate my girth. I reached between her round cheeks and teased her tight little asshole with the tip of my finger. She giggled, but didn't tell me to stop. 

"Make yourself come again," I said. 

She rubbed her clit until she pushed down hard against me and came again. I could feel her juices dripping down my balls and onto the bed. 

I moved her off me and knelt. "Come here and take me in your mouth." As she did, I stretched out on my back and watched as she sucked and licked her juices from my cock. I pulled her into a 69 and plunged my tongue deep into her well-fucked pussy. 

I moved her into position and knelt behind her as she knelt with her ass in the air and her face against the mattress. 

"This feels so slutty," she smiled. "Do me like a dog!"

I plunged in with one deep stroke. I fucked her hard and fast, feeling my hips slap against her soft, round ass. She moaned as I fucked her, and for a moment I just used her to get my own pleasure. 

I slowed and pulled her up with my cock imbedded in her, and my arms wrapped around her. 

"I'm going to come soon. I know you were taught sex was for procreation and all, but I'm not going to come inside you. You tell me where you want me to come."

She gasped as my cock stiffened inside her, then moved back to the bed. "I want to watch you come. I've only ever seen that in videos. I want you to come on my stomach and chest."

I moved back between her legs and stroked long and deep inside her. The feeling grew and I held off as long as I could. Finally, I pulled out and stroked my cock, sending a huge rope of come across her chest and up to her chin. I had more control after that, coming in the valley between her tits and a puddle on her flat stomach. 

She watched wide-eyed as I came, and smiled as I finished. She scooped the bit off her chin and tasted it with a cheeky grin. 

"Not bad," she said. 

"We'll make a slut out of you yet!" I joked. 

Her look darkened a bit and I worried I offended her. "Really? I thought I did a pretty damn good job of being a slut tonight," she said with mock indignation. 

"Let's get you cleaned up."

I used a wet washcloth and cleaned her, then dried her off. I pulled her into my arms and snuggled her close. 

"Any regrets?"

"Only that I didn't meet you years and years ago."



Marie



It looks like Gina and Hans are done with Marie as well. Marie is a mess, her face covered with Gina's pussy cum, her belly and pussy covered with Hans. I think our little bondage party is over for the evening. I'm still restrained here but as promised my cock is rock hard yet. I get a warm kiss from all the girls and Marie leads them upstairs. They clean up and change and I hear them leave. Marie comes back downstairs with a cat ate the canary look on her face. She asks if she made me happy tonight. Of course I was happy. Marie tells me that we will have many more exciting sex and bondage nights in our future. That being said she goes down on my throbbing cock. IM still locked up so I just relax and enjoy. I sure can tell you that I never took my wife for granted again.



Marie



It was so hot, that even the weather-man on television had no adjectives to use in describing the temperature. It was also one of those days though, that despite how hot it was,  you just needed to get out of the house. Living in New York City, no matter what the temperature is, you can find something to do. For me, it was finding new restaurants to eat at. But this day, I was just in the moods for a good spare-rib dinner, and were else can you find such a place, but in Harlem.

I left my apartment around  one thirty in the afternoon, walked five blocks down and caught the up-town "C" train to 125th and St. Nicolas Ave. There you will find the most amazing Soul food in the country. To my surprise though , this day happen to be apart of the owner three week vacation. So the place was closed. 

As I walked back to the sub-station angry  at myself for not calling ahead, and just out and out hot from the One hundred  degree temperature, I began to think about my life. I mean, I am a very successful entrepreneur, I have an apartment across from Central Park, I'm not that bad of a looking guy, and the highlight of my day and days are to find new restaurants. What the hell is wrong with me? I should by now have a wife and kids, or at least a girlfriend. I don't know, I just don't know.

I walked down three flights of steps to get to the train platform, threw a token in the turn stile and walked over to the end of the platform. I rested my body against a iron support beam, and just stared into space, thinking about my life. I'm not the type of guy that goes around fucking everything in a skirt. I don't have any illegitimate kids, I have a nice personality, but yet no woman  catches my eye. I mean they do, but for some reason, I just feel so insecure walking up to a stranger and asking her out.

As I stood there thinking, this young woman walks down the steps of the station, she wore a very short skirt, and one of those handkerchief tops. She had long curly hair, her skin was naturally tanned, and smooth to the eye. She also wore a pair of open toe sandals, her toes were well done in a French stile, I don't know what to call it. From her physical look, I knew right away, that she was Puerto-Rican. Let me tell you, I love Puerto-Rican woman. There is just something about their look, but it just make me so weak.

I just stared in awl, at her beauty. A voice in my head just kept telling me to go over and introduce myself. But my heart, racing a million, miles per second would not let me. She glanced over at me, probable feeling me undress her, and gave me a very polite smile. I took that as a green light, so I walked over and introduced myself. She looked at me with this, look, like she was saying, "get the hell away from me!" That look, the words of the look, ripped my heart out. My whole manhood, was just undermined.

So I walked back to the iron beam and leaned there waiting for the train. A few seconds later, I felt a stiff breeze flow through the tunnel. I looked at this woman and her hair, blew with the breeze. My heart just kept pumping. God! I just wish, I had the guts to say something else to her, or just to ask her out. "DAMN!"

The sub-car stopped and I entered in one door and she entered in through the other door, of the same car. Being mid-day the train was packed with tourist commuters and just every day New Yorkers. I leaned against the door thinking, I should just take this all the way to Brooklyn and get something to eat at "Juniors" a place for great corned beef sandwiches and cheesecake. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I opened them again, I noticed my girl pushing her way through the crowd. She squeezed her way to were I was and stopped about ten inches of me. She stood there, not saying a word, but her body language, was telling me to take her. I honestly did not know what to do. We looked at each other in the eye, and just stared. The train made a jolting stop, and she was pushed to me by the crowd. I grabbed her by the  waist, with both hands. I then just basically told myself "DO SOMETHING!" So, I did. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips very lightly. Then I leaned up proud of my boldness and looked at her. She didn't say anything. But again, she gave me a look as if she was saying, "WAS THAT IT?"  Feeling that she wanted more, I leaned back down and kissed her again, this time, long hard and with a lot of tongue. I moved my left hand and grabbed her ass, pushing her to me tight. My right hand I moved up and down her back. Her skin, "OH GOD!" Was so soft. I had to hold back from doing anything else because we were in the middle of a crowded sub-way car. Even though I really don't think the people would have given a damn, if we just got naked and fucked, IT' NEW YORK! 

The conductor, announced that the next stop would be " 72nd and Central Park West."

"This is my stop. You want to go to my place and fuck?" I don't know what got into me, but I never have asked a woman that before, even those I have fucked. Basically the come to my apartment, and clothes come off. I inherited an apartment on Central Park West from  a Uncle, and guys if you ever come into money, invest it in a apartment or any real estate. Woman will give you anything if the know or even think you have some money.

I live about five blocks down from the station stop, and normally I walk but I wanted to get home as quick as possible. I hailed a cab, and told him the address.

"That's right down the street!"

"Listen I'll give you fifty dollars, just get me there!"

We got in the back, as soon as my door closed, she leaned down, unzipped my pants, pulled out my throbbing cock and began to suck it. I closed my eyes, and let out a light, "OHH"  With my left hand I pulled up her skirt exposing her smooth bare bottom. "No underwear, I love it. I spread her legs and fucked her pussy with my fingers. My other hand, I grabbed her hair and moved her head up and down on my cock. After about a minute of her warm breath and her tongue ring on my cock, I came in her mouth. I pulled her head up by the hair and moved her face on my squirting cock. Her beautiful face had spots and strings of cum on it. Just as I shoved my shaft back in my pants we pulled up to 25 Central Park West. The cabby stopped and I gave him a fifty dollar bill, I must be horny for me to pay fifty bucks for a tree minute ride.

The doorman  opened the door for us and  we walked into my building. Now even if this girl had no intention to give me some pussy, walking into my  Italian marble, polished brass and ebony wood trimmed lobby, she was. There was something mystical about this place. I've had married woman come on to me, in front of their husbands who've come her. Just the address alone, will get you any woman. "THANK YOU UNCLE CHARLIE!"

We entered the elevator, and when the doors shut, she turned to me looked at me in her cum covered face and grabbed my  pants crotch. I put my hands on her neck and untied her top. It fell to the floor. Her chest was small but I like that. Her nipples were thick and erect. I squeezed her right tit, leaned down and engulfed her breast. I then lightly bit the nipple. I pushed her body down to were she kneeled in front of me. I unzipped  my pants, and stuck my wet, throbbing cock in her mouth. As she began to suck, my head went back and I began to think that, who ever invented the tongue ring was a perverted genius, because the way it rubs up and down the bottom of your cock feels unbelievable. 

I have no stamina, so after only about fifteen seconds of her ravagely  sucking it I exploded once again in her mouth. This time she moved her mouth to were it totally swallowed my cock, I felt the head of it rubbing against her wisdom teeth. When she pulled off she just laid on the bottom of the elevator floor, with her legs spread wide and her hand rubbing her chest. I looked at the top of the elevator, and saw we had another five floors to go. I began to think how fortunate, I was that 1, this was a slow moving elevator, and 2, the security camera's had not been installed yet. We got a memo from the Co-Op board that they would be installed on the fourth, which is tomorrow.

The elevator stopped on the twenty third floor. I helped her up, she grabbed her top from the floor and we headed down the hall to my place. If Mrs. Goldstien, my neighbor saw this topless woman walking down the hall with me, she would have a fit, and I would probable loose all respect she has for me. She has been a good friend of the family for years, and she is the one, that fought for me to keep my uncles place. She assured the Co-OP board that I was a well mannered, well raised young man. Well , I was and am, just not today.

When I opened the door, she rushed in ahead of me, kicked of her sandals and pulled her skirt off. She the stood in front of me, legs spread, arms to the side waiting for me to continue. I looked at her marvelous naked body. She was very thin, about 105 lbs, but  she was not that anorexic thin. Her breast were small and perky. I looked down at her vagina. Her labia was about two inches in length and it was spread open at the end. Her body, her stance, screamed out silently "FUCK ME NOW!" I lost all self control. I ripped off my shirt quickly kicked my shoes off and pulled off my pants. I walked over to her and kissed her. I grabbed her naked bottom and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Our mouths were locked in passionate tongue play. I slammed her body against  the marble wall, entered her and just began fucking her pussy, like there was no tomorrow.

Her bare flesh made a squeaking noise as it moved up and down on the wall. I moved down to her neck and suck hard, I then bit on her shoulder. She would let out light moans of pleasure as I entered and exited her. I looked at her face, she bit her bottom lip. She then opened her eyes and we looked at each other, as we furiously were wrapped up in this physical play. I whispered in her ear I was about to cum. " I want to cum on your face." She unwrapped her legs from around me and slid to the floor. I rubbed my cock until I came all on her face.  She just laid against the way taking it. After the final spurt, she took my cock and began sucking it. Her hands  were both grabbed onto my ass, spreading both cheeks. I could not resist this woman. I began pumping her mouth, as I did you could hear her head hitting against the wall. The harder I pumped the loader the thump. I looked down at her, her eyes was closed, she had this look of intensity on her face. Her left hand  spread open her pussy lips, and her right hand was rubbing violently her clit up and down. I  screamed I was going to cum. As I did I forced my cock deep in her throat, my butt cheeks got tight as I concentrated all energy towards my orgasm. I came, gob after gob in her mouth again. God that is such a turn on that I never knew of, a woman letting you drain your cock in her mouth. After I was done I weakly walked backwards and fell onto my couch.

I sat there rubbing my withering cock, looking at this overly fucked, cum drenched woman laying on my floor. "Who are you?" I thought. She just laid there, still rubbing her pussy, her head leaned back against the wall. Cum, streamed out of open mouth, as she breathed heavy. "What else would she let me do to her?" At this point, I had no guilt, no remorse for fucking her like a two bit whore. That's why I never did anything like this, because I thought I just could not live with my self after fucking a woman like that. But I felt nothing, nothing but a thirst for more perverted sex. 

She had four fingers in her vagina moving in and out of it slowly. I got up and walked over to her, she looked up at me, like she was waiting for me to do something else to her. The longer I stood there, looking at her naked body, the more aroused sexually I became. My cock began to  rise again, she looked at it, leaned forward and kissed it. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.

She stood in front of me, waiting for my next command. I picked up her light frame and carried her to the bedroom. I threw her on the bed. She spread her legs, and with two fingers spread her pussy open. I told her I wanted to fuck her in the ass. She, pulled her legs over her head, and gave me clearance to enter her anus. When I did, I almost came instantly, because it was so tight, but I held back. I rammed in and out of her tight ass. Her wet flesh and mine made a clapping sound as I did so. She  laid there with her legs over her head. She looked like she was in some pain as I anally fucked her. I felt myself about to cum, I pulled out and held the head of my cock tightly with two fingers. I then moved up to her face, and told her to open her mouth. When she did, I shoved my cock in it. As soon as I let the grip go on it, a quick stream of cum shot out. Most of it in her mouth, what didn't got caught in her hair. I told her to open as wide as she could, and then I forced my entire male genitalia in. My cock, my testicles were in her wide open mouth. As I forced down deeper, she looked up at me with a look of horror, which for some reason turned me on even more. I grabbed her hair and as I pushed deeper in her mouth I pulled her head into me. "Fucking swallow it all bitch!" When I said that, I looked down at her, and could see, tears running down her face. At that point, remorse set in. This was not me, none of it. I  had to stop, I pulled out of her mouth, and laid back on the bed. I looked at her as she lead over, coughing up cum. She leaned up moved her hair back from her face and looked at me tearfully. I closed my eyes and felt so sick, to the stomach. I too began to cry, because this was not me. It was as if I was possessed, by some perverted sex crazed demonic force. I had never felt the way I did, as I did at that moment.

She looked over to the other side of the room to where  the bathroom was. She got up and stumbled towards it. I laid on the bed, and prayed to God for forgiveness. I swore I would never do ANYTHING like that again. 

I heard her in the bathroom crying, which twisted the knife that was already in my soul. What do say? What do I do? How do I make this situation better? Could I, make this situation better? 

She ran the water in the shower. I had to do something and I  guess the thing to do would be to apologize. I walked in the bathroom and opened the shower door. She turned and looked at me. This look was one of fear. Fear of me doing something else to her. I got in, and  stood in front of her. I gently pulled her to me and with a sincere and tearful voice told her that I was sorry. She then wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. I told her that I had never done anything like what I had done to her, and I  asked if she would give me another chance of just getting to know me. She didn't say anything, she just held me tight. 

"Can you speak?"

"Yes."

"Will you give me another chance?"

 "Yes."

" My name is Jason, what is yours?"

"Marie."

THE END



Marie



I know Marie was sent as a chaperone. I don’t actually blame Michelle’s parents. Michelle was only 16 and spending the weekend at the shore with two 18-year-old guys. I know her parents trusted all of us and knew that Rob and I both felt like Michelle was the little sister neither of us had, but, still, she was their baby. They were just being careful. 

It was kind of nice, too. Rob, Michelle and I were lying out on the beach not far from our hotel when Marie showed up with her roommate, Jane. There were plenty of sexy ladies in small bathing suits around us on the beach, but now two of them were lying right there with us. Marie was wearing a dark blue bikini, not too risqué but very sexy on her thin physique. Jane was also in a bikini but she had a more curvy figure than Marie and showed it off well in a brown string bikini.

Marie and I always flirted, it was just a given and that day was no different. In fact, I had bought a Ring Pop and presented it to her on bended knee. We had fun, but I never really expected anything to ever happen between us. For one thing, I had already had sex with two of her friends that summer. I knew the odds were really against me having sex with another woman 5 years my senior, much less one who was friends with the two I’d already been lucky enough to be with. For another thing, I’d heard a first hand account of Marie and Jane getting it on, so I wasn’t even sure that Marie was into guys.

Imagine my surprise at the sequence of events of that summer day. We had been on the beach for a few hours when Marie asked if it would be all right if she used the bathroom at our hotel. She could have asked Michelle to escort her, but she asked me. I didn’t mind, it gave me a chance to be seen with a sexy babe in a bikini, something that hadn’t happened too many times in my 18 years. 

Our hotel was a real dive, but it was right on the boardwalk and a real party spot at night. Plus, we really only needed the room for sleeping. We spent most of the weekend on the beach or the boardwalk. I think Marie was surprised that the bathroom was not actually in our room, but shared by all of the rooms on our floor. I asked if she would be more comfortable if I stood outside the door but she was okay and just said she’d come to the room when she was done. 

I knew she would be surprised by the room, too. It was just large enough for bunk beds, a dresser and a chair. In fact, our cooler took up almost all of the remaining floor space. I was sitting in the chair with my feet on the cooler drinking a beer when she came in. She just stopped in the doorway taking it all in, which didn’t take long because there wasn’t much to take in. While she was standing there, I was admiring her body, figuring I would be fantasizing about her that night. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“I hope you aren’t planning to get lucky this weekend,” she said as she looked at the bunk beds.

“I never plan on getting lucky,” I responded, “That’s why its called getting lucky.” She stepped into the room and bent forward to look onto the bottom bunk. My eyes were drawn to her cleavage, enhanced by this position.

“You’ll just have to make sure you get lucky with someone who has a better hotel room,” she said, “Even if you were able to ditch Rob & Michelle, and hooked up with someone who didn’t mind coming back to this dive,” (she was busting my balls now) “your potential positions would be limited.” 

She crawled onto the bed while my eyes crawled all over her body. “Doggy style would be out, you’re too tall.” She settled back on her haunches but couldn’t sit up. “And she couldn’t be on top without banging her head.” 

She flipped over onto her back with her legs spread and started pushing her hips up and down. “You’d probably have to settle for boring old missionary.” She craned her neck to look over at me and I noticed her eyes drop to the bulge in my swimsuit. She knew what she was doing to me.

I was trying desperately to maintain my cool. “Actually,” I said, standing and sliding the cooler closer to the door, “you could pull off doggy style if I was standing and you were in position on the edge of the bottom bunk.” 

I closed and locked the door and put the cooler in front of it. “Go ahead, try it.” I said as I turned back toward her. She got on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, aiming her ass right at me. She agreed that it could work as she looked over her shoulder at me to see what I would do. 

“You could also stand and lean over on the bottom bunk and be taken from behind that way,” I pointed out. Standing behind her, I took her by the hips and pulled her backward until she was standing on the floor while leaning over on the bed. Still holding her hips, I pressed my bulge against her ass and said, “See?”

She pushed her ass back against me but never turned her head around to look, only saying, “No, I don’t see, please demonstrate.” With my hands on the elastic of her bathing suit, I started pulling the bottoms down as I stepped back. I knelt down behind her as I slid her bikini bottom over her ass and down her thin legs. 

As she stepped out of it, she spread her legs slightly and I found myself staring at her pussy and asshole. I ran my hands back up her legs to her ass, then leaned in and took a couple slurps of her dripping pussy. I dragged my tongue up between her ass cheeks as I stood, then quickly untied the drawstring and pushed my bathing suit to the floor. 

My cock sprung out and I immediately guided it to Marie’s waiting pussy. She was so wet and slippery and so tight! We both moaned as I sank in completely to the hilt. I started thrusting in and out, with long, hard strokes as Marie pushed back against me. I reached forward and pulled her top down so I could feel her tits, bumping my head on the top bunk in the process.

It was worth it, though, feeling her pointy little tits in my greedy hands, her big, hard nipples brushing against my palms. I enjoyed it while I could, playing with her tits and fucking her at the same time, before she brought her knees up onto the bed. I stayed behind her, fucking her sweet pussy, but wasn’t able to reach far enough to hold her tits anymore since she was further under the top bunk. I went back to grasping her hips and pulling her pussy all the way down my shaft while she snuck a hand back to play with her clit. 

Her moans were getting loud enough that I knew if anyone else was in the building, they’d know what was going on and where. I could feel her pussy getting even more slick as she approached her orgasm, which ended up bringing mine much closer, too. 

I continued pumping my cock in and out of her pussy, just as hard and just as fast, still astounded by what was actually happening. I was fucking Marie! I was inside her tight, slim body getting close to filling her with my goo! I was running my hands over her ass, almost as though to confirm that she was actually there. Her moaning finally reached a crescendo and she pushed back hard against me. 

I could feel her pussy quivering around my tool and continued to thrust as she came. She rode out what appeared to be a very intense orgasm and just as she was coming down, I had my own very intense orgasm. My cock exploded into her pussy so hard that she gave a little cry and I fought to stay on my feet. When I finally stopped cumming, I was out of breath and lightheaded. I pulled out of Marie and flopped onto the chair.

Marie turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, giving me my first frontal view of her naked. God, she was hot! Her small tits stuck straight out, topped with large, very hard nipples, and her bush was just a narrow strip of black hair. I looked up at her flushed face and saw that she was checking me out also. Our eyes met and we just smiled breathlessly at each other. 

I took a long pull off my beer then handed the can to her. She took a big drink herself, spilling some down her chin. In a flash, I was out of the chair and kneeling in front of her licking the beer off her chest, neck and chin. Suddenly, we were kissing deeply, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. 

After a few minutes, we knew we had to get back out to the beach with the others. We could probably convince them that we’d stayed in the room long enough to have a beer, but I was pretty sure Marie would be telling Jane the truth as I would be telling Rob. Michelle would be the only one in the dark.

Before I would let Marie put her bikini back on, I had her stand and just ran my hands over her body: up her long, smooth legs; over her slippery pussy and dark bush; around the smooth, round globes of her ass; up her back and around to her tits; and finally up to her face, which I held in my hands as I kissed her again. I then pulled on my bathing suit as she pulled on hers.

I slid the cooler back away from the door and, after one more long, drawn out kiss, we exited the room and headed back to the beach. Before we rejoined the others, we agreed that we would definitely be getting together again, but that we should keep it pretty discreet – mainly from her family. We got back to the others and convinced them to join us in the ocean, which was pretty warm that day. Marie was anxious to get in quickly before the cum leaking out of her pussy soaked through her bikini bottom.

We killed the rest of the day on the beach but Marie and Jane declined to join us for dinner on the boardwalk. We walked them to their car before heading in to get in line for the communal shower. I wanted to kiss Marie goodbye, but knew I couldn’t even pretend that I was joking around without raising everyone’s eyebrows. Instead, I managed to give her ass a squeeze without anyone seeing and reminded myself that I’d be seeing her again very soon. I did fill Rob in on what had occurred while Michelle was taking her shower, but I don’t think Michelle ever found out I was banging her big sister. 



Marie



Marie Emerson clutched her drink, a pink liquid that looked harmless, but she was half done with it and she was already feeling lightheaded. She sat at booth in the back of the bar...Chico's. It wasn't a hot club, just a place to hang out and drink. The lighting was muted and the music was generic,up tempo elevator music. A Bon Jovi song was currently playing. She hadn't really come out that night to have fun. She just wanted a drink outside of her apartment. She was sick of sipping light beer with her cat in front of the television. She needed a change. 

Marie had always been a loner. She didn't quite fit in anywhere. She was an overweight kid who was picked on her whole life. By the time she lost the weight in high school, the kids who had picked on her still refused to accept her. She grew up looking different from every one around her. The small, Southern California, town was full of thin blondes, who had given birth to daughters even thinner and blonder. Marie's mother was Greek. She met her dad while he was stationed in Italy. He was the thin only blonde in their family. 

Marie had dark brown hair and her mother's olive complexion. She envied all those girls with the peaches and cream complexion her father had. Her eyes were brown, but dark...almost black. She was far from thin, even as an adult. She wasn't fat anymore, but she was soft and slightly plump. Her hips were broad and her thighs were thick. It wasn't until she went to college in upstate New York that she realized there was nothing wrong with her looks. At Adam's college, people from all walks of life were her friends. They were fat and thin, or somewhere in between like her. They were all colors and they all accepted her. 

Now, she was out of college and on her own. She had yet to find a job, living off her savings for the past four months. She had only been half-looking though. She hadn't met anyone to hang out with so she decided to go to Chico's alone.

The bar was only three blocks south of her apartment building, but the streets were so dark, she couldn't help being afraid. She thought she heard footsteps behind her, but she never saw anyone when she glanced over her shoulder. She studied the shadows cast by the tall buildings for movement, but all was still. She had been relieved to step into the small brick building that housed the hole-in-the wall bar.

Marie swallowed the rest of her drink and waved the waitress over to order another. 

"Here," the petite blonde woman said sliding a full glass onto the table. "This one's from over there."

"Some guy bought me a drink?" Marie asked hesitantly.

"Not a guy," the woman said leaning closer. Marie could see her plump breast coming out of the top of her black v-neck shirt. "Right there."

Marie followed the woman's pointed finger and saw a drop-dead gorgeous woman standing at the bar. Her black hair was long and straight, it hung down her back. She was curvy. Her face was narrow, with slanted blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her lips were plump under her narrow nose. Her lips were bright red against her pale skin, which she was showing off shamelessly. Her shirt was a green halter top that stopped at least five inches above her perfect belly button. She wore a short leather mini that showed off most of her creamy thighs as she leaned on the bar. The woman smiled and waved at Marie before she whispered to a blonde woman perched on a barstool. The other woman turned around and smiled. She was beautiful too. Her blonde hair was just as long as her friend's but fell in large, loose curls. Her eyes were the same color blue as the raven haired beauty, but her face and body was more like the Barbies Marie had grown up with in California. The blonde smiled and licked her lips with a quick dart of her pink tongue.

Marie looked away quickly. She didn't know what to do. She didn't have much experience with men, but she was sure that she wasn't a lesbian. Would they think she was if she accepted the drink? "Thanks," she muttered to the waitress as she walked away. She didn't touch the abandoned glass.

Marie was startled when the dark haired woman slid into the dark booth beside her. "Hi, there," she said smiling.

"Uh...hi." Marie thought about sliding out the other side of the booth, but decided against it. There was nothing wrong with talking.

"I'm Eva," the woman said warmly. "What's your name?"

"Marie." 

"That's a great name," Eva said leaning her elbow on the table. 

Marie was getting flushed. Her cheeks were getting redder by the minute. "Listen, thanks for the drink but..."

Eva giggled as she watched Marie squirm. "You think I'm a lesbian, don't you?"

"Well...I...uh."

Eva leaned closer to Marie, bringing their faces within inches. Marie could smell Eva's soap, perfume, and shampoo. She smelled flowery and sweet.

"I guess I'm technically bisexual (the word poured slowly from her ruby red lips like wine), but don't worry. If you drink that, I won't expect you to go to bed with me."

Marie nodded and wrapped her fingers around the sweating glass to draw it closer. They sat in silence as Marie took a few sips of the drink. 

"So," Marie said finally, "Why are you here all alone?"

"I just wanted to get out of the house," Marie said with a shrug.

"You still shouldn't be alone," Eva said softly. Her voice was light and smooth like a gentle breeze. "You're such a pretty thing, you shouldn't ever be alone."

Marie blushed again. No one had ever called her pretty. "I don't live that far from here."

Eva's blue eyes studied Marie. She covertly glanced at the cleavage her simple, scoop-neck blue dress couldn't hide. Eva ran a finger along Marie's exposed upper arm, smiling at the slight flinch under her touch.

"Are you afraid of me?" Eva asked sliding closer to Marie on the seat.

Marie shook her head, but she was trying to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. Eva was beautiful, she was also incredibly sexy, and Marie couldn't stand it. The striking stranger was close, her hand caressed the exposed skin on Marie's arm and her lips were almost touching her cheek as she whispered in her ear. Marie was nervous as hell. "N..No." It sounded more like a question than an answer.

"Good," Eva whispered letting her lips brush Marie's ear, then running her tongue along her earlobe. Marie gasped and sat up straight, obviously uncomfortable. "Relax," Eva cooed, blowing on Marie's damp ear. "I'm just having a little fun."

Marie wanted to get the hell out of that booth and go home. She wasn't comfortable with some strange woman fawning over her, but she couldn't move. Her mind willed her to go, but her body wouldn't obey. She moaned lightly when Eva's other hand touched her thigh. Marie's own hands seemed stuck to the table, she couldn't protest as her skirt inched up, her thighs even opened for Eva's roaming hand.

"Oh," Marie said when Eva cupped her pussy, her hand over her damp panties.

"Mmmm," Eva moaned in her ear. "You're wet."

Marie's head was swimming. She'd made it through college without the clichéd lesbian experience, now one was unfolding in the middle of a bar. She saw a few guys watching her with interest.

"I have to go," she whispered fiercely. 

Eva nodded. "Would you like me to walk home with you?"

"Yes," Marie answered before she could think of a polite refusal. Eva beamed at her and began scooting out of the booth. Seemingly in a daze, Marie led them from the darkness of the bar into the darker street. Eva grabbed her hand as they walked in warm May night. The dark goddess laced her slim fingers in Marie's and squeezed. 

Marie's stomach clenched. She could barely believe that she was letting this complete stranger follow her home. It wasn't the smartest thing in the world, but Marie felt helpless to stop herself as she made her way across the street, deserted at 2 am. Neither woman spoke as they walked. Marie noticed that Eva was a couple inches taller than her, even though they both wore heels. 

Marie stopped at her apartment building; a gray stone building with a grungy brick porch. "Do you want to come in?" she asked quietly after a few minutes under Eva's expectant gaze.

"Of course," Eva said with a smile.

Their hands remained entwined as they rode the dilapidated elevator up to the third floor. Marie fished her keys out of her small black purse an opened the door. The heavy wood creaked open, but neither woman moved to go inside. 

Marie wasn't sure she wanted Eva to come in. She had already cast a spell over her and she was afraid of what would happen when the door shut with both of them in her studio apartment. I'm not a lesbian, she thought to herself. 

"Are we going inside?" Eva asked politely.

"Uh...yes," Marie stammered. "Please come in." Eva followed her inside the apartment.

Marie stood at the door unsure of what to do next. What would she do if it had been a man she'd taken home she asked herself. That question posed no help since Marie wasn't the kind of girl to invite a man back to her place. "Do you want some beer or something?" 

Eva smiled coyly. "No thank you. I'm not interested in drinking. I'm interested in you." Eva tucked a lock of Marie's brown hair behind her ear, the same one she'd nibbled in the bar. "You're so pretty," she said letting her hand ease downward. She ran her fingers along Marie's throat and rested them on the top button of the blue dress, right between her breasts.

"Th-Thank you,' Marie stuttered finding it hard to catch her breath.

Eva's pouty lips turned up in a mischievous smile. "Why don't you show me your bed, my sweet?"

Marie nodded and walked toward the back of the apartment, beside the kitchen door was a sheer black curtain that separated her queen sized bed from the rest of the room. Eva kicked off her black stilettos and climbed onto the bed. She sat on her heels and crooked a finger beckoning Marie to join her. Marie pulled off her own shoes and sat on the blue and white comforter. Eva leaned against her and began working the buttons on her dress open. One by one, she separated each button from its hole, exposing Marie inch by inch.

"Ooh," Eva purred when the blue material separated enough to show Marie's breasts straining against a simple black bra. Marie's 36C chest heaved with labored breathing. Eva pinched the clasp between her breasts and released them. "So pretty," Eva cooed just before she took one dark pink nipple into her mouth.

Marie groaned and closed her eyes. Eva's hot mouth on her sensitive nipple was making her so wet, she couldn't feel the fabric of her panties anymore.  She tingled all over and found herself pressing herself further toward Eva. She wanted more teasing and sucking.  Eva closed her eyes and moved her hand to pinch the other semi-hard nipple, making it stand at attention before she lavished it with the same wet attention.

Marie mewled and cooed at the strokes from Eva's lithe tongue and the short quick sucks that left her nipples rigid and made her pussy leak. She closed her eyes and felt herself lifting her hips as Eva slid her black lace panties off. She wasted no time delving into Marie's wetness, never taking her mouth away from the engorged nipples. Eva's fingers invaded her private space and Marie parted her heavy thighs to allow them further access.

Marie was lost in the pleasure Eva's mouth and hands were giving her when there was a knock on her apartment door. She didn't move, she didn't want to leave Eva, but then the woman's hand and mouth left her. Marie opened her eyes and saw that Eva was climbing off the bed.

"Let's go answer the door, my sweet." Eva held out her hand and Marie took it, automatically using the other to pull her dress back together. "No, no," Eva said quickly when Marie was standing beside her. "You won't need this."

Marie, confused, allowed her companion to slip the dress from her shoulders, then the bra. She followed Eva, who was still fully clothed, back through the apartment to the front door. Eva gazed at her, waiting for Marie to open the door.

After an emphatic nod from Eva, Marie pulled open the door, stark naked. 

The man standing in the hall was tall, at least six foot four. He smiled an odd, half-smile, when Marie revealed herself to him. His thin lips curled up, but his pale face didn't line with the gesture. He was dressed in dark, tattered jeans that frayed at the heel of his black Doc Martins, a black overcoat that was completely buttoned and allowed only a peek at the white t-shirt underneath. Marie thought his outfit odd, considering how warm it had been outside. His coal black eyes traveled up and down her nakedness repeatedly, but Marie didn't feel the need to cover herself. She just stood there, waiting, for what she didn't know.

"Did you pierce her?" he asked. He was still staring at Marie, but she knew he wasn't talking to her. She remained quiet as Eva answered behind her. 

"Just a little, right under her nipple," Eva's voice was cool and even as if in a business meeting.

Marie looked down and noticed the small trickle of blood running from her left breast. She hadn't felt the trail until then. She started to touch her wound but the man's voice stopped her.

"I asked you not to do that, Eva." He sounded so stern, like a parent lecturing a child.

"It was just a little, my love. I'm sorry." Eva stepped forward and touched the bleeding wound herself. She cupped Marie's heavy breast allowing the blood to trickle onto her fingers. Her other hand returned to Marie's pussy and began teasing her clit again. Marie watched the strange man's face cloud with lust and desire. 

"You're being unruly, Eva. That's completely unfair." It sounded like a warning.

"Marie," Eva whispered, pressing her breasts against Marie's back. "This is Donovan. Why don't you ask him in for a drink or something? I'm sure you'll like him very much."

Marie felt herself nod. "Please come in, Donovan," she said slowly allowing Eva to move her aside so he could enter her home.



Marie



I am Sameer from North India. I am in my late 20s 170lb 5' 7" light brown color and joined as a network engineer in Boston, and I had spent most of my time at office and came to know most of my colleagues. Every one was very friendly and cooperative. Especially there was one engineer who was beautiful blond in her mid-thirties. Her name was Marie, and she was very elegant, sophisticated, intelligent and business like, and in good shape. She is 5' 6" and weighs 160 lbs. She is in her mid 30s and she has long sexy legs and her ass is perfectly shaped, and her stomach is flat and she has 40 D breasts.

From the very first day I knew that I was going to need to exercise self-discipline as I was going to be around Marie a lot, as we both share the same office room. She always wears the newest fashions in skirts and usually dresses in silk blouses that never seem to be able to hide her nice, large breasts. She always wears hose on her long, lovely legs that accentuate her curvaceous ass. 

She keeps her blond hair up in a style that is quite sexy and professional looking. Her lips are very full and she always uses a bright red lipstick that makes them seem forever wet, the kind that you cannot look at without dreaming about them being wrapped around your cock. Her fingernails are always painted to match her lipstick.

Marie always positions herself in chair in office room before sitting in it so that I would be able to look up her fashionably short skirt between her legs as she crossed her legs. Some times after she crossed her legs, I could usually look up under her legs almost to her crotch; a position she would hold as long as half an hour. 

She obviously delighted in the effect that this was having on me, as I would attempt not to look at her legs during the ensuing conversation. Often, she would come over to my side of the desk to look over a report, leaning over enough that I would get a view of her marvelous cleavage and breasts, encased in beautiful lacy, bras. The whiff of perfume that would emulate when she bent over was intoxicating as hell! I caught her several times looking at my crotch, obviously checking to see whether she was having the intended effect!

Recently we were alone, seated at my desk next to each other looking over the report. Marie, as usual, had her legs crossed with her skirt hiked up to just a few inches below her crotch. This time, however, she had her foot my side under table, pumping her leg, barely touching my leg with her high heel as it went up and down! A little later, she slipped her shoe off her foot enough that she could dangle the high heel off her toes, all the while pumping her leg up and down, still barely touching my leg! This was her teasing game with me, and she obviously delighted in it as it went on for about the next nine months.

At the months went on, we got to know each other on a more personal level. She was married to her husband Kalid from Pakistan for over 10 years whom she met in the college and Kalid was couple of years older than her, and she is very dedicated to her relationship. Her husband was the only son of a wealthy, aristocratic family from Pakistan and started a business in USA and Marie only worked to save herself from certain boredom as a housewife.

As we got to know each other, however, it became abundantly clear that she wanted to have a baby before her "biological clock ran out". Both her and her husband's families were anxious for them to have a baby, which would be the first grand child on both sides and the only heir apparent for her husband's family.

One day, Marie even came out and asked me if I would help her with her work few months if she became pregnant and had a child, a goal which apparently her husband and her were diligently 'working' to obtain. Even though I envied her husband for the task facing him, I told her no problem and she chuckled, thanking me for the compliment and being such a dear friend.

A few weeks later, Marie told me that she is taking an afternoon off the following week for a doctor's appointment. I exclaimed, "Aha, finally pregnant?" I looked at Marie, but her eyes were tearful. She explained that she still was not pregnant after three years of trying and that her husband and mother were blaming it on her! She and her husband were both going in for extensive tests to determine what was keeping her from getting pregnant.

A couple of weeks later, I walked into office room when I noticed that she was very upset and crying. I went to her, concerned that something horrible had happened. She explained that the results from the tests had come in and that she was fairly "normal" but that her "egg count" was a little lower than average but probably not an impediment to her becoming pregnant.

Her husband, however, had an extremely low sperm count probably due to a childhood illness. The chances of her getting pregnant were not very good with her husband's low fertility level. While she could probably get pregnant in spite of her low egg count, it was not likely with both of them having low fertility levels. She was very upset and I suggested that she take the rest of the day off to recover which she did.

The following day, I was enjoying my usual leg show, looking up Marie's skirt. This time however, my heart skipped a beat as her skirt rode up her legs, revealing the welts and reinforced tops of elegantly sheer nylon stockings attached to the straps of a lacy garter belt. I caught a glimpse of her bare thighs above the stocking tops and a glimpse of the crotch of some absolutely gorgeous panties stretched tight against the crease in her tight twat, which was barely visible through the thin nylon material. I also could see some of her blond cunt hair sticking out on both sides of her panty legs as she slowly crossed her legs.

To top it all off, Marie was wearing high heel sandals that showed off her lovely feet with their high arches instead of her usual classic high heel pumps. Her toes, painted with red polish to match her fingers, barely showed through the reinforced toes of her beautiful tan stockings. This was definitely the ultimate test of my self-discipline as stockings and garter belts are my favorite!

Once evening when the office was empty, She said to me, "I need a very big favor, that I am very hesitant to talk to you about. But, you and I have become very good friends and you have always been very discreet about the personal parts of my life that I have shared with you."

"You name it," I said, "you know that I will help you however I can." and I meant it, she was a friend after all these months, plus I enjoyed being around her.

"To be blunt about it, I want you to knock me up. I know that you find me attractive, it's obvious from all the teasing that I do to you that you want me. In fact, we would probably be lovers if I was not married and you know it", she stated, looking at me for a reaction with her beautiful blue eyes. "I know that you must be fertile," she chuckled, "And from what I have seen, you must be fairly 'well equipped', so you would have no problem getting up to my womb," obviously referring to her observations of my erections from her teasing leg shows.

"Let me get this straight," I stammered. "You want me to get you pregnant?" This was exactly what I was hoping that this favor would entail, screwing Marie's brains out, sticking my cock up in between those beautiful, and shapely, scrumptious legs. And I was going to get to knock her up to boot!

"Well, yes," she shyly said, looking at the floor. After a hesitation of a few seconds, she looked up at me to continue. "It occurred to me that this would be a solution to the problem, and you have always told me that you are a friend and you will help me. After all, you and my husband have a lot of similar mannerisms and so everyone would think the baby is his. It would get my mother off my back. If I don't get pregnant, it could cost me my marriage!"

"Tell me," I asked, "is your husband going to know about this or is that where the 'discreet' part comes in?"

"Well, I see no reason for him to know. He'll just think that the baby is his and everyone will be happy. And as an extra added bonus, you and I will get to work off this lust that we have built up for each other over the past year. Wouldn't that be great? We can take care of several problems at one time!"

"Marie," I asked, "just how would we pull this off without anyone seeing us?" realizing that she probably had already worked this out in her lovely head.

"Well, we need to go visit our Newport, RI office, and it's about 100 miles away and if we left early and got done early, we could get a motel room on the way back, and return a little late. In fact, I envision that we will need to make this a regular visit that always occurs at my 'time of the month'—at least until I get pregnant! No one will suspect a thing as long as we're discrete."

"And we would just do this until you get pregnant? What if I want to keep enjoying you and your scrumptious beauty later and I can't keep my hands off of you?"

"I've thought about that, too. It's really up to you, but I am a realist and it is unlikely that we would want to stop once we start going to bed together. As long as we are discrete, I don't see any problem with being your mistress at least monthly for as long as you want, after all I want several kids and I do want you so bad!"

I looked down at her fabulous legs and stocking tops, drooling at the thought of getting between them. "So, is this why you wore stockings today—to seduce me into your little plan?" I asked.

"Of course," she exclaimed, "it's all part of my master strategic plan named 'Operation Impregnation'. And you fell for it, hook, line and sinker! We need to schedule our visit for next Thursday, because that's when I should be ovulating!"

"Okay," I said. 

She got us a room at the Holiday Inn at an exit on the interstate. It was only 12 noon and we had already done our work at Newport office, which meant that I could probably screw Marie for about six hours before we would need to get back. This was going to be great.

"I feel a little guilty about this," Marie said as we entered the motel room that was to become our love nest. "But, he and his family forced me into this!" she said as she grabbed her little bag and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

After a few minutes, she came out. She was the loveliest sight I had ever beheld, knowing that I was going to take her in a few minutes and that she was mine to ravish in her beauty for the next several hours.

She turned to face me, and with a look of pure lust on her face, she raised her arms and I pulled off her dress. She removed her bra. Her breasts were large and rounded as I delighted in seeing them in their entirety for the first time after all these months. Just seeing them was beginning to make me even more erect. My heart was racing now and my dick was twitching as it stuck straight out under my pants.

"I feel like I am on my honeymoon, getting to have the man that I have wanted so much for so long," she said, eying my erection.

It made me even harder to see her shapely legs in smoky black stockings, pulled taunt by a pink garter belt, with matching pink panties and high heel sandals. Her pink, lacy garter belt contrasted against her back nylon stocking encased legs beautifully. Her lacy, feminine panties were pulled up over the straps so that they could be removed without undoing the garters. I noticed that the area of her panties that covered her twat was wet and becoming transparent.

I moved over to her, taking her in my arms. Leaning over, I placed my mouth over one swollen nipple and inhaled, sucking hungrily on her breast. I heard her inhale suddenly, deeply, then moan softly as she began pressing her breast into my mouth.

As I sucked, I began unbuckling my trousers, dropping them and my shorts around my knees. My cock sprang free, bouncing up, fully erect. Pulling her closer to me, I let my hands explore her body, her ass, her pussy through the panties she wore, while she moaned under my hand and mouth assault. Her slim, shapely legs were exotic in their smoky black stockings with their reinforced heel and toe, her toes, painted with red nail polish, barely showing through.

Finally, lust overcoming me, I yanked down her panties, running my fingers along her warm, moist slit. My first finger slid inside her, and she shuddered, trying to pull my hand away, telling me to slow down.

I could only do this a few minutes before I could stand it no longer. I led her to the bed and she lay back on it, her thighs trembling, her eyes half-lidded, her senses swooning with passionate need. I got on top of her, forcing her legs apart with my knees parting her willing thighs. My hard pole sticking straight down toward her hot, ready trench, her flawless legs exotic in their smoky black nylon covering, still wearing her garter belt and high heel sandals as she spread her legs wide open to surrender to me.

Suddenly her eyes snapped open as she realized that the time was upon her, that I was actually going to fuck her. "I really shouldn't being doing this, you know, after all I am married," she teased.

She looked down at my cock, positioned at her opening. "Oh! Wow! That's incredible. It's huge, it's so beautiful! Oh..." she said foggily, then more firmly, "Please! Please! Put it in! Get me pregnant!! My eggs are in my womb just waiting for you! Knock me up!!!! I want to have your baby. I promise that I will always be your mistress and your sperm receptacle if you want! Please fuck me with your huge baby maker and fill my womb with your cum! 

Apparently Marie liked to talk dirty when she had sex; that was fine with me, it just made it that much better for me.

Grabbing her ass, I aimed my hardened cock and stabbed it forward, toward her hot cave of love. "Yes!" she said, then grunted loudly as the head of my cock speared her slit, inched up her tight hole, fitting my cock like a glove made especially for it.

She was so tight that I had to slow down so that I would not hurt her. I slowly worked my baby maker back and forth inside her tight cunt. Finally, she loosened up some and became so wet I slid in all the way until my balls were against her crotch, with her grunting the whole way. She began to move, but I held her tight so that I would not cum right away. "God, you're so nice and thick," she said. "I have never felt so taken by a man before. Take me. Take me!"

Pulling out almost all the way, I slammed back into her. Repeating the process, I felt her begin matching her movements to mine, until she began moaning very loud. Her lust overcoming any second thoughts she might of had about having my baby, she began to grind her ass down onto my cock with every thrust. I grasped her large bouncing breasts and began to gently massage them, tweaking the nipples. The tip of my cock began to enter her cervix and her womb; it was like they were sucking at the very tip, wanting my baby making fluid.

Her moans became louder turning into grunts. Within minutes, she was screaming in pleasure, "Yes.... Yes! Oh, God, yes! Please take me!!! Make me good!!! Fuck me!!! YES!!! Make me your bitch!!!" She cried out as my rigid dick went up as far as possible in her moist, secret cave of love. Her legs were spread so far apart, I thought for certain that I was going to split her wide open.

"I'm gonna fuck you silly, baby." I fired back, pounding my cock into her cunt like a piston, holding her against me with her melon tits. I could feel my orgasm build, my cock swelling, getting even longer. Her womb felt like a vacuum cleaner on the tip of my cock, sucking at it, thirsting for my cum. I pushed it in as far as I could, desperately trying to get up as far in her womb as I could, as I felt her own orgasm thunder up through her body. "YES!!!! YES!!!! YES!!!!" she cried, riding the sheer force of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched tight around my rod, triggering my own orgasm.

Unable hold back any longer, my cock exploded within her, spurting my huge wad way up inside her pulsating cunt, shooting my sperm deep inside of her womb, her cervix sucking at my cock.

She sighed and groaned, "OH! WOW! THAT WAS THE BIGGEST ONE I HAVE EVER HAD! That was incredible, if we did not make a baby that time, we never will! But, let's do it a bunch more times any way for good measure!"

"You bet," I said. It was a tough job, but somebody has to do it, I told myself. I could see that I was definitely going to like this job! I smiled and obliged...

Within a year Marie gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Both Marie and her family were happy. In next couple of years Marie gave birth to two girls and a boy. They were all mine but Maria's husband Khalid thinks that those kids are his.



Marie



My friend Marie has always been the kind of girl who caused trouble. You know the type. The one who flirts with sleazy guys she has no intention of bringing home, sometimes for the attention, and sometimes because she's just bored. The girl who wheedles you into doing just one more shot even though you know you've had your limit. The one who tells you that you totally don't look slutty in that dress, and tells you that you should probably shimmy the neckline down a little to show a little bit more cleavage. The one who tells everyone when you're not wearing panties under your dress, after she was the one who convinced you to go without in the first place.

And I have always been the straight-laced one. Or at least the one with good intentions. I always have one too many buttons buttoned to be flirty. My skirt is always a little too long to be considered slutty. I'm a little too cute, a little too well-behaved, and a little too vanilla for my own good. Or so she says anyway. Secretly, I think she likes it. Likes seeing me all put together beside her, if only because she likes to ruffle my feathers.

We'd decided to go out on our usual Friday night outing. We alternate who gets to pick the locale each week. My weeks tend to be places I feel safe, or places I think I'll be safe. Low key nights at the local wine café. Dancing all night long at a drag queen bar. Places I know that I'll be comfortable, if only because the focus won't be on me. 

Tonight was one of Marie's nights though. And safety or blending in aren't concerns of hers. She picks places she thinks we'll stand out. And she always dresses accordingly. Tonight was no different. A little red abbreviation of a dress- too short to fully hide the bottom curve of her ass, too low cut to hide the top of her little strapless black bra, and too clingy to hide the fact that she was wearing a tiny little thong to match. This was shocking, given her predilection for going without.

I'd finally acquiesced and let her make me over for this particular outing. We're nowhere near the same size- her being tall and willowy, the kind of girl who makes you hate her in high school. And I'm five three. Short. Curvy. Big messy curly hair, and burdened with the adjective "cute" instead of "hot." So, she couldn't exactly bring me something to wear. Riffling through my closet, she'd sighed and bitched about my serious lack of clubbing attire before finally picking through my lingerie drawer and selecting a pretty little polka dotted corset I'd bought on a whim and then never worn for anybody. I'd complained that I wasn't the kind of girl who wore lingerie out in public, but she'd bitched and moaned until I compromised for the corset with a little black tailored jacket. My shortest skirt, (still a good two inches longer than Marie's, mind you) went underneath it, with the matching panties, a garter belt, and stockings. The crazy high heels I had in the very back of my closet were slipped on, and she pulled out my make-up case to give me smoky eyes, and then pushed me out the door without letting me look in the mirror. 

The club she picked was not somewhere I'd have chosen. It was loud, and dirty, and obnoxious. And of course, she loved it. She was already off twirling away with some random guy she'd met, and I was nervously perched on a barstool, sipping my White Russian and secretly hoping she got bored enough to be entertaining soon. The two of us probably stuck out like sore thumbs. We both looked polished, put together, deliberate, and this place was kinda trashy. Lowly lit, a crowd of sweaty dancers on the floor, everyone wearing ripped jeans and band t-shirts. Marie looked like some kind of high price hooker, and I can't imagine I looked much better.

I hadn't been sitting there long when you walked up. Not the most attractive guy I'd ever met, but hot enough to make me nervous. Loose jeans, band t-shirt, kinda rumpled. You fit in here. You were tall- probably above six foot, but really anyone taller than me seems six foot to me. I'm a horrible judge of height. You ordered a beer, and rested against the bar next to me, close enough that I imagined I could feel the heat radiating off of your body. Close enough certainly that I could smell you. A little tangy, musky odor- probably from the dancing. Sweaty, but not in a gross way. I didn't think the closeness was deliberate- just you stealing space in a crowded bar. I turned away a little, trying to distance myself from you a little, and then I felt the rush of your breath against my neck. "Another drink?"

Polite, I think. And I let you buy me one, thinking I'll be able to sip it until Marie's bored enough to bring mischief my way. But you order us both shots, before tugging me out onto the floor.

Have I mentioned I'm not a dancing in crowds kind of girl? I never know where it's okay to put my hands. But you're bossy enough to make my shyness work. You wrap one of my hands around your neck, and tug me into you, your hands starting on the small of my back, but quickly migrating so that one is cupping my upper thigh, wrapped tightly around the bare strip of flesh between the stockings and my panties. Your body is wrapped tightly around mine, and I can't tell if I'm blushing because of the closeness of your body, or if the liquor is finally hitting my system. I shiver when I feel the brush of someone's hand against my spine. I stiffen, and recognize Marie's voice in my ear.

"I brought us another round", she cheerfully announces.

Four shots in, your body is still teasing mine. I'm past my usual two drink regimen a long way, and my whole body feels flushed. Marie is spinning around us, occasionally dancing with other guys, occasionally grinding against the two of us. But always hovering close, which is a bit unusual. Somewhere in the course of the evening I've lost my jacket. Normally I'd be upset about this, but I can't find it in me to care because I'm having so much fun. Absently, I notice you've steered me towards the back corner of the club, near the little hallway with the phone booths and the bathrooms.

"I think we need privacy," you growl in my ear, before tugging me towards the little hallway. I look for Marie for a minute, but she's not within sight anymore, and when I feel your teeth scraping along the part of my neck where my throat meets my shoulder, I forget about finding her to tell her where I'm going.

You push me into the bathroom, and it's surprisingly not as gross as I'd expected. Not super clean, but not so gross you're afraid to sit on the little couch or anything. You sit down and tug me on top of you so that I'm straddling your lap, a knee on either side of your hips and you run your hands up to cup my ass beneath my skirt as you wrap a hand in my hair and crush my mouth to yours, licking and sucking at it like you're going to devour me. There's none of the teasing from the dance floor left in either of us and I make hungry little sounds in the back of my throat and squirm in your lap, acting way sluttier with you than I ever have with anyone before, let alone a stranger. You get me so worked up; I'm practically begging you for it when the door pops open and Marie walks in with another guy.

And realistically? I should have expected this. Because Marie isn't somebody you leave alone for long without her picking up a guy. But she just waves, and tugs the guy by his shirt over to the row of sinks, boosting herself up onto one of them and wraps her arms around his neck and starts to make out with him.

I'm kind of frozen there on your lap for a little bit, before you tug my mouth down to yours and I find my brain all muddled again. I can't resist falling into your kisses again, and I find myself digging my fingernails into your back, and then I feel heat against my back, and I think it's Marie for a minute, but I realize this is someone much bigger than her. And I twist to look and it's the guy she was with, sliding his hands into the cups of my corset to tease my tits. I'm shocked and look past him to see Marie still sitting on the sink, waving at me and giggling a little.

You nip at my ear and I hear your gravelly voice tease. "Marie said you're a bad girl. And bad girls need to be punished."

I squeak.

I squeak, and I spin back around to see you grinning at me. And if I were really drunk? This would be a bad situation. But honestly? Yeah, I'm sober enough to know what I'm doing. And this is kinda hot. Naughty, and wrong but kind of crazy hot.

The guy at my back moves a little and you push me down on my back on the little couch, my head dangling over the edge, and you unsnap my garters and tug my little panties down my legs, exposing my smoothly waxed little pussy. I've been grinding like crazy against the bulge in your jeans, so you have to know I'm wet. But you tease at my little slit and slide two fingers in just once to feel how much I'm dripping already. My big brown eyes are locked on yours as you slide those fingers out, and rub them across my lips, before slipping them in to my mouth so I can suck at them and taste my juices. You place your hand behind my neck, and I think you're going to pull me up so you can kiss me, but you're positioning my neck so that my head is tugged back as far as it will go, and I can see the other guy standing at the edge of the couch, rubbing the bulge in his pants with the heel of his hand. And you start to bite and tease my breasts, my eyes closing for a moment as I'm lost in the sensation, but I open them as I hear the clink of a belt buckle, and he's tugging the zipper of his pants down. I feel like I should protest, but you grumble in my ear again "Bad girls get fucked like the filthy little sluts they are."

I gasp, and then I feel his cock against my lips. Not completely hard, but getting there, and clearly eager to have my pretty little rosebud of a mouth wrapped around his cock. And without even meaning to, I found my tongue flicking out to taste him. To swipe against the head of his cock and when he groans I open my mouth for him, letting him thrust shallowly inside.

I hear the clanging of your belt and squirming. The cock in my mouth is hot. But yours is the one I've been wanting all night. I feel your knuckles graze against my wet little center as you unzip your fly, and I moan, and I feel the guy above me buck more forcefully against my lips as the little sound reverberates through his dick. The head of you, already dripping a little with precum, slides against my cunt, the lips of my pussy spreading around it, and you just tease me with it at first. Dragging it up and down, letting me feel it throb against me, before you work it inside me, pumping a few times, making me moan around the dick that is desperately trying to work its way into my throat, and gush around the one filling my pussy. I whimper a little as you pull out, your cock wet with me and I want you back inside me. But you just start to slide against my wet little slit again, and I'm confused until I feel you adjust my legs so they're looped over your shoulders and I'm rolled so that most of my weight is resting on my upper back, and your hand is teasing at the entrance to my ass. And I moan louder, and squirm, but you remind me what happens to bad girls again. And I have to admit that although it hurts, it feels good too. And you're going slow. Teasing me with one of your fingers wet from my pussy, stretching my tight little hole. And then you nudge the head of your cock against me, and start working inside. Nice, and slow, my tight little channel squirming against you, tugging you inside, and the guy above me? Isn't going to last long. Not with me moaning around him as his cock is deep in my throat, choking me. He starts to roughly knead one of my breasts. Tweaking at the little nipple, before just grabbing it, and I know that when I go back out to the club there will be red marks showing above my corset. Before you've even worked yourself all the way into my ass, he's coming in my mouth, and you're smirking at me as he wipes it against my cheek, leaving a shiny little trail of come against my cheek.

I remember Marie and turn to the side, embarrassed that she's watched me like this and see that she's still on the sink, with her legs spread, and she's got her fingers buried in her pussy, fucking her hand, and she's pulled one breast out above her dress to play with it. And I realize that all her years of teasing me to be naughtier hasn't just been because she thought it was funny to watch me squirm. It's because she gets off on watching it. But before I have time to think about that, about how frustrated she must have been waiting for me to finally give in, you're grunting and thrusting balls deep into my ass. Your staring down into my face, my lips still wet with the other man's come, and I can't even speak any more. Can just squirm beneath you and act like your needy little whore. Filthy, and depraved, and I've never been so hot. I hear Marie start to moan louder, more eagerly, as she enjoys the show, and you're sweating, dripping down into my face and you bite my neck and slide your hand to my pussy, teasing it, thrusting two fingers inside as you grind your thumb into my clit, and I start to come. Coming harder than I ever remember, the muscles of my stomach contracting to the point of pain, feeling a wet gush as I squirt all over your fingers. Drenching your hand as I feel you pistoning into me and before long, you're coming. Spurting hot inside my ass as you slow down and buck into me, longer, slower thrusts. And then collapse against me for a few moments, tired. Your head against my naked tits, still buried in my ass, panting as I lay beneath you, my lungs gasping for air, and we hear Marie crying out, coming all over her pretty, slender fingers.

I go through the rest of the evening in a daze. She makes me go out and dance for awhile longer before we take a cab home. And I convince myself that no one knows. That nobody can tell how I've broken my good girl behavior for good. That no one can see that I'm not wearing panties anymore, because you tucked them into your back pocket and smirked when I tried to get them back. But when I get home later that night, I see a little white smear on the back of my black skirt.



Marie



I hadn't been to Kingsville in nearly fifteen years. It had grown quite a bit and all the old bars, the ones I used to stop in, were now game rooms. I was down here working again and had a few days off. On my way back to the rig, I made a pass down several of the major side streets looking for a bar. It was Saturday night and I figured there had to be one somewhere. 

About halfway out of town, on the third street I tried, there was a place that looked like a bar on my right, a few buildings down a side street. I made a u-turn and ended up parking next door, in a closed gas station parking lot. The place seemed packed from all the cars in the lot. The banner across the front of the building said they had karaoke five nights a week. I wondered if this was one of them.

As I walked through the front door, I realized it was packed and that I was in the minority here. Ninety percent of the people in the place were of Mexican decent. This really wasn't a problem to me; I just hoped they felt the same way.

At the bar, I got another surprise; the place was BYOB, Bring Your Own Booze. I ordered a Seven Up and figured I'd check out the place a little closer before I made a run to the liquor store. There was a five-piece band playing on the corner stage and they were pretty good, as local bands go. 

By the time I finished that Seven Up and ordered another, I was having fun watching the people. I'm a people watcher from way back. Drunks are some of the funniest and most fun people in the world to watch. Alcohol seems to make most of them happy and a few lose some of their inhibitions.

Such was the case now, I was watching a young couple dancing, and she was really whirling and twirling the flared skirt, she wore. The skirt was showing flashes of beautiful brown legs and thighs, with a flash of a bare butt thrown in for good measure. The peasant blouse she wore had slipped down on one side, baring her shoulder and threatening to expose her breast. 

I was really enjoying the show, when someone roughly bumped into me from behind and spilled most of my drink. Luckily, it went on the floor instead of on someone. When I turned around, I found a rather large Mexican gentleman staring or was that glaring at me. Not wanting any trouble, I sat my glass on the bar and turned back to the couple dancing on the dance floor. 

I was shoved roughly from behind and staggered a couple of steps forward. I was in the process of turning around, when the man sitting at the table in front of me stood up and stopped me. "Why don't you sit down over here with us, my friend," he said with a soft Mexican accent. 

When I started to look over my shoulder at the guy at the bar, he said, "Don't even go there. He's an asshole and all he wants to do is to start a fight. Come, sit with us and there will be no problems, I promise you."

He sat me down in the chair he had been sitting in and moved over one to the left. My back was still to the guy at the bar and I didn't like that, he could blindside me and I'd never see it coming. Sensing my distress, the man leaned over and said, "Don't worry, me and my friend have your back and the guy at the bar knows it. He won't start anything as long as you are here with us." He grinned and then looked up at the man at the bar.

Looking back at me he said, "My name is Mario and this is my friend Thomas, his wife Mary and their daughter, Carla. This is my fiancé, Angela and her friend Marie."

I said, "Hello everyone, I'm glad to meet you all. My name is Randy and if you haven't guessed, I'm new around here." 

Marie, who was sitting to my right, laughed and said, "I wonder what our first clue was, nothing to drink or your lost look earlier, when you came in." Everyone chuckled at her comment.

I looked over at her laughing, she smiled at me, and I sat there smiling back at her, totally lost in her dark eyes. Mario's touching my shoulder, broke the spell I was under. When I looked around at him, he was grinning as he asked, "Would you like a shot of Tequila?"

I shook my head and said, "No, thank you. Two shots of that stuff and I get like our friend at the bar, three and I don't even like me. I'll stick to my Seven Up, if you don't mind." Then I remembered it was setting on the bar and looked around for the waitress.

Mario grinned and said, "If you ask Marie very nicely, she might share her beer with you."

I looked over at Marie, who was pulling a cold bottle out of an ice bucket next to her; she turned and handed it to me saying, "I don't mind sharing." 

She smiled again and I was almost lost again. The sound of a quick movement behind me, made me jerk to the side and a beer bottle hit the table very near to where my head had been. Mario and Thomas were up and moving in a flash. By the time, I got myself righted and my feet untangled from the chairs, they and three more men had the big guy from the bar headed out the back door. 

I was still standing by the table when they returned. Mario shook his head as he walked up to me. "I'm sorry my friend, I took my eyes off him for only a second to kiss Angela. I'm glad you have eyes in the back of your head and move quickly; otherwise he would have hurt you. You have my deepest apologies; I misjudged just how crazy he was and failed to keep my word about watching your back."

I put my hand on his arm and smiled, "No harm done. I'm just glad to see him go; he was putting a damper on what appears to be a really nice time and place. I wasn't going to stay long but I think I've made some good friends, so if you don't mind, let's sit back down, and go back to enjoying ourselves." 

Mario grinned and stuck out his hand, which I shook, as he slapped me on the other arm. "Let's party," he said and the three of us sat back down at the table. 

Marie asked if I was all right. I answered, "Sure," but my hand shook slightly as I took a long swallow of my beer. I took a deep breath and tried to relax, my adrenaline was still pretty high, so I knew it would take some time for that to happen. 

Marie reached over and put her hand on top of mine where it was laying on the table and gave it a gentle squeeze. When I looked at her, she smiled and said, "Good." The band started a two-step and she asked, "Do you dance?"

I grinned and started to stand up, as I replied, "I'm a little rust but I think I can handle this; that is if you take it easy on me."

I turned to Mario and asked, "Do you mind if I dance with Marie?"

He laughed and replied, "I'm not responsible for her tonight, and you look old enough and big enough to handle her. I thank you for the courtesy of asking but since she asked you, it's your problem." He laughed again.

I took Marie's hand and we made our way to the dance floor. It took me a few seconds to find the right order for my feet and then we were on our way. Marie was an excellent dancer and very easy to dance with. Near the end of the song, we tried a couple of turns. I have done them better in the far past but at least I didn't trip her or step on her feet.

When the song ended, we clapped for the band and then she said with a grin, "Not bad, we'll just have to scrap off a little more of that rust."

The band started a slow waltz and I grinned back at her, "How about right now?"

She smiled and moved toward me. As my arm went around her waist she said, "I thought you'd never ask." We both laughed and started across the floor. 

This was more the dance of my youth and I was in my element. After about the third spinning turn Marie laughed and asked, "Are you trying to make me dizzier than I already am? You don't seem to be as rusty at this type of dancing." 

I explained that I had danced this way all my life and had, had plenty of practice, even if not much of it was lately. I slowed the pace and just enjoyed dancing with her and holding her. She danced close but not quite touching me, very properly.

Back at the table after the dance, she opened us a fresh beer and eyed the bucket for a moment. "The bucket, it's getting empty," I said and grinned. When she chuckled and looked at me, I asked, "Where is the nearest liquor store, I'll make a run for us." 

She glanced around at the clock behind the bar. "They all closed about halfway through that last song, but don't worry, I know where there is a new supply. All I have to do is to sweet talk Thomas into selling me some. He has a spare refrigerator on his side porch that he keeps stocked for emergencies. If this doesn't come under that heading, I don't know what does?"

"A lady in distress is always an emergency," I said and chuckled. Then I added, "Ok, you know the source but it's my turn to buy and I hope I can be your chauffer when we go get it."

She looked thoughtfully at me a second and then smiled, "I thought you'd never ask." Then she laughed.

We ended up dancing to about five or six more songs and as we were close to finishing Marie's last two beers, she leaned over and held a short discussion with Thomas's wife. Mary glanced at me a couple of times and although she didn't frown, she didn't smile either. They were talking softly and speaking Spanish, so I didn't understand but a couple of words of the conversation. 

Finally, Mary did grin and then she shook her head. It wasn't a shake of negative but more of a "You're crazy or you should know better" type of shake. 

Mary turned and talked to Thomas. Thomas looked from Marie to me and then back again all during their discussion. In the end he shrugged and said in English, "Hey, she's of age and knows her own mind, who am I to say anything." 

He grinned over at Marie and said, "You know where the key is and where to put the money." He glanced at his daughter, who was sitting next to him, looking bored. He looked over at me and asked, "Could you do me a favor and drop Carla at home, her boyfriend left to go to work and she's bored."

"That will be no problem, Thomas, and thanks for solving our beer problem." I replied smiling.

He grinned and looked over at Marie, "Beer is the least of your problems, my friend." Then he laughed as Marie said, "Hey!" sharply and his wife hit him on the arm.

When I looked over at Marie questioningly, she just smiled a shy smile and looked at me from under her long lashes. "Thomas just loves to tease me," she said with a glare and then a laugh in Thomas's direction.

Thomas's wife took his hand, grinned, and said, "You'd better come dance with me before she hurts you." He laughed and winked at Marie before he stood up and followed his wife to the dance floor.

Mario and his girl were already on the dance floor; Carla was watching her parents dance. Marie placed her hand over mine where it lay on the table, leaned over close to me, and whispered, "They know that by the time we get to their house and get the beer, it will be too late to come back here. This place closes at twelve." 

She squeezed my hand and went on, "I don't want you to think badly of me but I want to spend a little more time with you. I want to get to know you better. We can drive out to a small park I know, where the police won't bother us. We can sit and talk." She pulled back and looked into my eyes for a moment and then asked, "If that is all right with you, that is?"

I smiled and replied, "I'd like nothing better. I noticed you noticing me when I came in and you're the reason I wanted to hang around." I looked toward the dance floor where her friends were dancing. Looking back at her I added, "I just don't want to cause any problems for you with your friends. I know I'm a little out of place here.

She grinned and said, "Yes, you are. A gringo with manners is rare around here, most of them still think Mexicans are peons, peasants. You are a good man, I think, and a gentleman. I think Thomas and Mario realize that too. You won't cause any problems." She grinned again and added, "Anyway, I'm a free woman and can do just about anything I think I'm big enough to do."

I chuckled and said, "No woman is free, us men pay for them all our lives, one way or another."

Marie laughed and said, "Ain't that the truth and don't we women know it." I nodded and laughed.

Mario and his girlfriend made it back to the table and Thomas and his wife were right behind them. Marie and I stood up, and as I shook hands with the two men, she hugged the two women. Mario told me to come back anytime and if I was out west of town, stop by and see him. He lived next door to Thomas. Thomas said the same thing. With our goodbyes said, the three of us headed for the door.

*****

Marie sat next to me and Carla sat next to the door as we left the bar. Following Marie's directions, I made the right at the corner and headed out of town the way I had been going when I saw the bar in the first place. 

"We'll take the back roads around town; the cops here are really bad. I don't want to take any chances," Marie said.

"That's fine with me." I told her. We had to circle about a quarter of the way around town and then headed south on one of the main highways. About fifteen miles farther, we turned off on a county road and followed it for another five miles. 

The land around here is flat with mesquite and brush for vegetation. What they call trees here you can almost jump over, except for a few in towns and around residences. That's how you know where the houses are out here, look for the tall trees.

We turned on another county road and after a mile or so, houses started to appear, scattered along each side of the road. Just past a small country store, Marie told me to turn into a drive. This was Thomas's place, she said and the next was Mario's. 

I parked by the carport and we got out. Carla hugged Marie and told me goodnight. That was the first time I had heard her speak all night. She left, headed around toward the front of the house, while we went in the screen door of the porch between the house and the carport. 

Marie turned and reached above the door and got a key. It fit the padlock on the icebox that was over against the wall of the house. There were half a dozen cases of canned beer and several six packs of bottles inside it. Marie took out one six pack and then glanced over at me and grinned as she took a second one out. 

I chuckled and asked, "Are you planning on getting me drunk? As slow as I drink, that may take a while and anyway it would be hot long before we finished it."

She sat the beer on an old picnic table and grinned at me as she said, "Maybe and maybe not." Then she pulled a small Styrofoam cooler out from behind the icebox door. She opened the freezer and got out a bag of ice and a coffee can. "Here, put ten dollars in here while I pack the ice chest."

I stuck three fives in the can and put it back in the freezer and locked the icebox. Marie had the beer packed and turned around from the table, just as I turned around from the icebox. We ran into each other and my arms went automatically around her waist to make sure she didn't fall. Her left arm was around my waist and her other hand was pressed to my chest between us. 

"I'm sorry." I said quickly.

She grinned up at me and said, "I'm not."

I looked into her dark brown eyes, smiled, and replied, "Actually, I'm not either." 

The next thing I know, I was kissing her softly. Her lips were warm and soft as mine pressed against hers. When the tip of my tongue brushed across her lips, her tongue came out to teasingly flick mine. I nibbled lightly at her full bottom lip and she shivered. A second later she pressed against my chest and I relaxed my hold on her and she stepped back. 

She smiled rather shyly and then grinned. "Grab that ice chest, and let's get out of here before Thomas and the rest show up. If we don't, we'll be here for the rest of the night with them and I want to have you to myself for a while."

"We ain't left yet?" I asked and then chuckled. Marie laughed and we headed for the truck.

*****

About another five miles past Mario's house, Marie had me turn into an old driveway and follow the narrow road. She was now sitting right next to me, my arm around her shoulders. About half a mile farther on, the road entered an open area that looked park like, with large trees scattered about a green grassy area. A telephone pole to the right side of this area had a small mercury vapor light on it. There were a number of picnic tables scattered around under the trees.

Marie pointed to the left front and said, "Over that way, the picnic table by that last large tree." I headed that way and parked a short ways from the table. 

As I shut off the motor, Marie turned and kissed me on the cheek. "I shouldn't have kissed you like I did earlier but I was curious and the opportunity seemed too good to waste. It was almost as if it were meant to be."

"I thought I kissed you?" I said, softly. "Maybe we kissed each other."

Marie laughed, her laugh a soft merry sound in the quiet of the park. "Of course we kissed each other. Who else would we kiss?"

I chuckled and answered, "I meant the kiss was mutual, more than just one or the other of us."

"Yes," she said and smiled. 

I almost found myself kissing her again but this time her hand on my chest stopped me. She looked at me for a moment and then sighed. "I had better not. You kiss so sweetly and tenderly, I could get lost in it very easily and then we would be in trouble." She sighed and then grinned, "It would be wonderful trouble, but we better not go there." 

I grinned back at her and nodded as I opened my door and got out of the truck. "Maybe we should go sit on that table, the cool night air will do us both some good." I told her. 

Sliding over to get out on my side, the full knee length skirt she wore rode up on her thighs, my eyes dropped automatically to look at her legs and I grinned again as I said softly, "Nice, very nice."

She smiled and stopped at the edge of the seat as she saw the direction of my eyes, saying, "Thank you." She tilted her head slightly and added, "Normally, I would jerk my skirt down but the look I see on your face is only appreciation for what you see, not the normal leering look I would get from gringos."

I chuckled and said, "I should be more discreet I guess but when I stop looking at a pretty girls legs or anything else for that matter, someone will need to start shoveling dirt, because I'll be dead."

She laughed and climbed on down out of the truck. "You are a very charming man in your own homespun way." She stood there looking at me for a moment in the dim light from across the park. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, fire away." I replied.

"How old are you? One minute I think you're my age and then the next I think you're older. You look like you're maybe forty five but I feel like you are older," she said.

I chuckled and answered, "I'm fifty six, not married, not living with anyone, I've got a job, I own my own house, my kids are grown, I don't do drugs, I drink in moderation, most of the time, and I'm down here working for the next few months. Ok, that should fill in a few of the blanks on the questionnaire." I ended with a laugh. 

She laughed with me and then said, "Hey, that's no fair, you're taking the fun of it for me. I wanted to see if my female wiles still work."

I chuckled and told her, "Sorry, I forgot how the game was played. I work a lot and I don't date much, so I'm a little out of practice. The few women I do date are all old friends and for the most part, we've know each other forever it seems like."

Marie laughed and said, "There you go again, giving me answers to questions, I haven't even gotten around to." She grinned and added, "Let's grab a couple of beer and sit down; I'm getting a crick in my neck looking up at you. I'm five one and you're what, six foot? I'd need a ladder to kiss you."

I reached out, put my hands on her lower rib cage and sides, and picked her up. When her head was even with mine, I kissed her lightly on the lips and then grinned before I said, "I don't see a problem?"




Marie



She laughed and said, "Put me down before you hurt yourself."

I grinned and sat her on her feet. "You weight less than half what I do, so you had better be careful. If you get me drunk and I fall down; make sure you're out of the way."

"I'll remember that," she said and chuckled. "Get our beers; I'm going to sit on the table."

"You sure can be bossy, can't you," I said with a grin as I headed for the back of the truck.

"Only when I need to be." She replied and headed for the table.

I watched her walk for a moment, the sway of her hips and the swing of the skirt she wore, painted pictures on the screen of my mind. I grinned and shook my head slowly as I turned to get the beers. I should have my mind washed out with soap, I thought and then chuckled. Oh well, an old man could dream, couldn't he?

I got our two beers and then reached into the truck to turn on the key and the radio. I tuned to a country station out of Corpus and went to sit with Marie. She took her beer, listened to the radio for a moment, and then grinned. "You have good taste in music, that's one of my favorite stations."

"I figured you'd like one of the local Spanish stations but I didn't know where a good one was, so I put it on the one I like." I told her.

She looked at me and then smiled. "You are a very interesting person. You're courteous and thoughtful; you let things happen at their natural pace. You're gentle but I think there is iron underneath if you were pushed to far. There is a lot about you that a woman could and would find attractive. Why are you still single? You should be married." She asked and laughed.

I laughed with her and then I looked off into the dark as I considered the question. After a moment, I shrugged and said, "Beats me. I have been a couple of times. The first time, I was too young and she wasn't the person, I thought she was. The second time, it was right but it took me to long to figure that out. By the time I did it was too late, she died." 

I paused and sighed. "The last time, I still haven't figured out why we married. Loneliness and bad judgment are the only things that come to mind. Lately, all the women I come across are either already married or have more head problems than I do." 

I shrugged again. "I guess it boils down to the fact that I haven't found the right person but once and I even screwed that up."

Marie looked at me and then smiled. "Well, what do you know, an honest answer to that question. No excuses, no accusations, just the hard facts, and no sugar coating." She grinned at me as she took a swallow of her beer.

"Why aren't you married? You're a very lovely lady and sweet when you're not being bossy." I asked her. 

She looked at me for a second and then said, "I'm not married because...." She paused and took a deep breath. "I am married. My husband is in jail and probably won't ever get out."

She paused again and looked off into the dark. "He got drunk about two years ago and killed a gringo with his knife."

"I would say I was sorry but...." I started and then stopped, as I had no idea of what I really wanted to say.

"That's alright. He married me when I was sixteen and was good to me most of the time. I never loved him because it was an arranged marriage; he was the son of an old friend of my fathers. He had a mean streak but I learned very quickly how to avoid it."

"Now that I am sorry about. No woman should have to put up with any of that as far as I'm concerned." 

She nodded and went on, "Now I'm by myself, Mario and Thomas were friends of my husband and now they watch out for me. I have a job and pay my own way, so there's no problem in that respect. I can divorce him but I haven't, there is the conflict with my religion and I...." She paused and took a sip of her beer. 

When I sat there looking at her, she smiled shyly and went on. "I was going to say, I hadn't found anyone to give me a reason to divorce him." She took a deep breath and grinned, "That might not be true anymore. My heart is telling me one thing but my head has other ideas. I guess I'll just wait and see what happens."

I smiled at her and then chuckled before I said softly, "Thomas may have been more right than he knew."

She laughed and bumped her knee against mine. "Hey, don't get any ideas. You may be affecting my heart but you're not in my head yet and it's still in control. Remember that."

I grinned and asked, "Who are you telling that to, me or yourself?" She chuckled and took a sip of her beer, her eyes never leaving mine. "You're a very beautiful woman and you don't need an old fart like me but we can enjoy each others company and I am enjoying myself."

She whispered, "Who's trying to convince who about what now?"

I chuckled and said, "Ok, so we're both in big trouble." Our eyes were still locked together. "Oh yeah, we're in big trouble." 

She smiled and both our heads moved towards each other and then we were kissing. Nothing was touching except our lips for a moment and then her tongue brushed my lips. My tongue darted out to play tag with hers. She fenced with me for a second or two and then she made a soft whimpering sound as she sat back and then took a sip of her beer, looking off into the dark. 

I did the same, except I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and noisily. Marie glanced over at me and grinned shyly before she whispered, "Yeah, me too."

"I think I had better take you home," I said slowly and softly.

"Why is that?" She asked. "I feel perfectly safe. Well, as safe as I want to be, anyway." She paused and then grinned, "You on the other hand...." She dropped her eyes and let the sentence die. 

I laughed, slid over closer to her, and bumped my shoulder against hers. "Are you sure about that? You're making my head spin and causing all kinds of naughty thoughts to fly around," I said with a grin, teasing her.

She looked at me for a second and whispered, "Naughty thoughts, huh." She took my beer from me and sat both beers down on the table on her other side. Turning, she pushed at my chest until I was flat on my back on the table. Then, she was straddling my hips and laid down on top of me. "Let me show you some naughty thoughts," she whispered softly.

The kiss started sweetly enough but didn't stay that way. Before long, my head was spinning for real, as she kissed the hell out of me. I kissed her back the same way and just surrendered to it, my arms going around her. At some far point in time, she moaned loudly, and then sat up suddenly. We were both breathing hard as we just looked at each other. 

I started to sit up but she put out her hands and pushed me back. "Oh no, you stay down there, believe me, it's safer that way. As soon as I catch, my breath, and my knees stop shaking, I'm getting up from here and taking a long walk." 

She took a deep breath and blew it out noisily. "I think I got a little overheated and I need to cool off."

I didn't say anything but I could tell that she was definitely overheated. I could feel the heat of her sex through the thickness of my Levis and whatever she had on under that skirt. It was a scorching heat, centered directly over my hard manhood. 

"That sounds like a good idea," I whispered. "I'm about on fire myself."

She smiled down at me and rocked her hips slowly from side to side. "Yes, I noticed. There seems to be a lump in your lap that wasn't there earlier." A shiver ran up and down her body as she froze for a second. "Oh yes, and a very nice lump at that." 

I groaned softly, wondering how anyone or anything could be that hot and not burst into flames. "I don't think a walk will do much good. Do you have the number for the local fire department?" I asked jokingly. 

She looked down at me, a sly grin crossing her face. "There's no fire department out here but there is a small lake," she whispered softly. "Can you swim?"

"Like a fish." I replied, a big grin coming to my face.

Marie started to chuckle and then laughed for a moment, before whispering, "Good, because I never learned, to swim that is." She leaned forward as if she were going to kiss me and then changed her mind. "No, I don't think that would be a good idea right now," she whispered as she sat back up.

"Kissing me or going swimming?" I asked softly.

She chuckled and replied, "Both." 

She stood up and got down off the table. Her eyes dropped to the large bulge in the front of my levies and she sighed deeply. "I wonder how cold that water is." She asked in a whisper so soft that I figured she was talking more to herself than to me. 

"Let's go find out," I whispered back as I sat up.

Her eyes came up to my face and she sighed again deeply. "I don't have my suit and neither do you," she said softly and then a grin crossed her face. "I've never been skinny dipping but I've heard about it. Have you ever done it?" She asked. When I nodded, she laughed and said, "I figured you had. I've led such a safe, sheltered life."

"Safe is good," I said quietly as I picked up her beer and handed it to her. I took a sip of mine as she took a sip of hers; our eyes were locked together.

As she lowered the bottle, she grinned and whispered, "Yes, safe is good but it's so boring." I nodded and she went on, "Maybe it's time I tried something new, something a little wild and crazy, something like I did when I was young." She laughed and did a dancing twirl, the flared skirt she wore, floating out and up. 

"You could wear your panties and bra," I said with a grin. "That would let you keep some of your modesty."

She laughed and replied, "I'm not wearing a bra, as you know from caressing my back and the panties I have on are white and gauzy. In the water, they would be transparent, if they aren't already." She tilted her head to the side and looked at me, a faint smile on her lips. After a moment, she grinned, turned her beer up, and drained it in one long swallow. When she stood there looking at me expectantly, I chuckled and did the same.

When I finished, she took the empty bottle from me and walked over to the truck to get out two fresh ones. Turning toward me, she asked, "Do you have anything we could use for towels?"

I slipped off the table and walked toward her. I was very aware of the hard-on making a tent in the front of my levies and so was she. She grinned at me as she handed me a beer. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"I sure hope so, because you're responsible for it," I said as I leaned over and brushed my lips over hers. She was grinning at me as I turned and opened the truck door. I moved the back of the seat forward and pulled a large beach towel and a blanket out of the space. 

I heard Marie chuckle behind me and then I felt her against my butt and back. Her hand came around to press boldly over my hard-on before she gave it a light squeeze. "You should feel how wet my panties are," she whispered. "I can't remember ever being this wet before." I felt her shiver and then she stepped away from me.

I turned, picked her up, and kissed the hell out of her. She kissed me back with equal passion, her arms going around my neck and her legs locking around my waist. I moved my hands to her back and caressed her from her shoulders to the swell of her ass. Somewhere in there, we both moaned softly. A moment later, she broke the kiss and put her head on my shoulder, hugging me even tighter as she did.

I carried her around the door and sat her on the hood of the truck. She laughed as she let go of me and then kissed me softly on the lips. "You carry me like I was a child," she said softly. 

I chuckled and shook my head as I replied, "You are definitely not a child, believe me. You are a very warm and caring woman."

"Warm is not the word for it," she whispered quietly. Then she grinned and said, "I think we need to spread that blanket out down by the pond." She kissed me quickly on the lips and then added, "Help me down before I lose my nerve."

I helped her down and grabbed the blanket and towel. She took those from me and said, "You get to carry the cooler." 

I chuckled and whisper under my breath as I turned to get the cooler, "Bossy."

"I heard that," she said with a laugh as she walked toward the tree behind the table.

I got the beer cooler and followed her. It was darker behind the tree as a screen of bushes grew to my right, blocking the light from the pole. There was a narrow open area leading down to the water, with a short pier jutting out into it. That's as much I could see in the faint moonlight.

Marie was spreading the blanket out in a grassy open area near the entrance to the pier. I sat the cooler down and gave her a hand with the blanket. When we finished, we were on opposite sides. She grinned at me and stepped out of her shoes and onto the blanket. 

I quickly slipped my boots off and joined her. She stood there with a shy smile on her face for a moment and then slowly pulled her peasant blouse off over her head. As she shook her head and smoothed her hair back into place, my eyes took in her breasts. 

They weren't overly large but they were large for her frame and stood up high and proud. The large circle on each one was dark and her long thick nipples were a shade or two darker yet. My hand came up on its own and I brushed the back of my fingers over first one nipple and then the other. Marie took a sharp breath each time my fingers bumped over the sensitive flesh.

I grinned at her as I unbuttoned my shirt and then slipped it off. Her eyes roamed my upper body for a moment and then she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her skirt and slowly pushed it down over her flared hips. Her white bikini styled panties came into view slowly. Well, they were white at the top but they were more flesh toned the lower I looked. Over her sex, they were probably transparent but it was hard to tell in the darkness. 

She bent slightly and then dropped the skirt to pool around her feet. She straightened up and stepped out of the skirt, using one foot to move it over near the edge of the blanket. She dropped the blouse on top of it. She looked up at me with a shy smile on her lips. 

"Just beautiful," I whispered.

"No I'm not, but thank you for saying it," she whispered back. "I'm too old and fat to be anything like that."

I took in her narrow waist, her flat stomach and cocked my head to the side. "Turn around in a slow circle." I told her. 

She grinned and did as I asked. Her back was just as good as the front. In fact, I liked it better since I'm an ass man from way back. The bikini briefs were actually a g-string, so both cheeks of her nice round ass were bare, and the strap up the back just accentuated it. 

Once she was facing me again, I grinned and said, "I stand on the fact that you are one beautiful lady and I don't want to hear any different. Yes, you are older than you once were, we all are, but old and fat, you're not. Anyone, who says you are, will have a fight on their hands."

She laughed and shook her head. "Ok, I'll accept that, if I have to, since I have no other choice."

I chuckled and moved closer to her; not touching her, I bent to kiss her sweetly on the lips. Her tongue slipped slowly into my mouth and we fenced for a moment. She broke the kiss and giggled. "I've never done anything like this before. I keep shivering like I'm cold but its only nervousness. I haven't felt this way since my wedding night." 

She took a deep breath and grinned up at me. "Now it's your turn," she whispered softly.

I chuckled and took a step back. "There's one difference though, I ain't wearing anything under these jeans but me," I said softly as I unbuckled my belt. 

Marie's eyes got big for a second as she whispered, "Oh!" her eyes darting from my face to the bulge in the front of my levies. I undid the snap and then lowered the zipper but held the cloth together. Marie licked her lips and then her eyes flicked up to my face and then back to the front of the pants. I grinned and turned around before I lowered the levies. 

I heard her say softly, a chuckle in her voice, "Hey, no fair, I didn't turn around."

"Yeah, but you at least had that g-string on." I replied as I finished removing the jeans and my socks. I dropped the pants and socks in a pile on top of my shirt and turned around. Whatever Marie was going to say, never made it past her lips as her mouth dropped open as she stared at my manhood standing up against my lower belly.

After a moment, her eyes flicked up to my face and then back to my manhood as she whispered, "Oh my!"

"Is there something wrong?" I asked her. She shook her head and then nodded sharply. I chuckled and asked, "Is that a yes or a no?"

She looked up at me for a second and shook her head slowly as she replied, "I've never seen one that big, much less...." Her eyes dropped and a grin spread across her face as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, near the base. "No wonder, I nearly came when I was on top of you," she whispered more to herself than to me.

"It's not that big." I told her. As much as I've tried to stretch it, I've never reached the magic eight-inch mark. Seven and three quarters is as close as I've ever got but it's almost two inches across, which makes it look larger than it is.

She giggled and nodded as she moved her hand up and down along my length. "To me it is huge. My husband isn't half that big and he's about all I have to compare to." She brought her other hand up and wrapped her fingers around my shaft above the first hand. 

An inch of the shaft and the head were still visible above her hands. "Damn!" she whispered softly as she moved forward and went down on one knee in front of me. "This I've got to try." 

Her tongue darted out, caught the drop of clear fluid that had formed on the tip of my dick, and then she swirled it around the flange below the head. I heard myself groan softly. She looked up at me and grinned for a second before she sucked the head into her warm mouth. I groaned again and she took more of me in, down to her hand. Her tongue was doing wonderful things all along the bottom of the shaft and head. A shiver ran up and down my spine.

A few moments later, she lifted her head, releasing me from her mouth. She worked her jaw for a second and then chuckled. "I only thought I had a big mouth, I'm getting a cramp in my jaw muscles." She planted a kiss on the tip and looked up at me. "I'm sorry but I need to let my jaw relax before I do that some more." She grinned and added, "And I plan on trying it some more believe me."

With a grin, I reached down and gave her a hand getting to her feet. "Then it must be my turn." I told her. She looked at me funny for a second before I saw the light dawn in her eyes and she shook her head. I looked at her hard for a moment before I asked, "You don't like it?" Then I asked, as a thought crossed my mind, "Have you ever had it done to you?"

She shook her head again and whispered, "My husband thought it was nasty and wouldn't even consider it. Mary told me once that it wasn't right that a man wouldn't return the favor, as she called it."

"Well, she's right about that. I don't consider it nasty; in fact, I enjoy it as much as anything about sex." I told her as I went to my knees and then added, "Lie down and relax, leave it all up to me. I'll take my time and take it slow. Kind of ease you into it." 

She giggled shyly but lay down on her back on the blanket. I lay down next to her on my side and kissed her softly on the lips. As the kiss grew in intensity, I laid my hand on her stomach. She gave a little shivering jerk as I did. My hand remained still for a while and then I slowly caressed her belly and side. When it roamed over her hip and then up along her side to caress the outside of her left breast, she moaned softly into my mouth. 

I could feel the hard nipple of her right breast moving against my chest with her breathing. When I rubbed the palm of my hand in circles, just barely brushing her left nipple, she arched her back, trying to make firmer contact with my hand. 




Marie



Marie gave out with a soft whimpering moan as I continued to tease her nipple, her tongue now dueling fiercely with mine. I caressed her whole breast with my fingertips and then gave it a gentle squeeze as I cupped its firmness. She moaned softly and pressed it tighter to my hand, rolling slightly toward me with her hips. 

I moved closer to her, until my hot manhood was pressed against her leg. She gave a shivering jerk of her hips and brought her left arm up to pull me closer yet. I moved my hand to her back and broke the kiss, holding her tightly. She was shivering as if she were cold and rolled on over to cuddle up with me. 

After a while, the shivering stopped and she sighed deeply. I kissed her hair and caressed her back. She gave a little quivering shake and sighed again. "You have such a slow gentle touch and such a sweet kiss," she whispered softly. 

I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing. She went on, "I'm not used to that. My husband was only after his own satisfaction and went straight to it after I got him hard with my mouth and hands."

"I think he missed out on a lot, in that case," I whispered back.

She nodded in agreement and then whispered, "Yes, I think so but then, so did I. My head is swimming, just from you kissing me and touching my breast. My body is on fire and I think I had a small orgasm. I haven't felt like this in many, many years." She sighed and snuggled closer, whispering, "I think I've missed out on a lot more than he did." 

I kissed her hair again and hugged her to me. I caressed her back and eventually moved my hand lower to caress her round firm ass. When I did, she shivered and then asked, "Why did you stop kissing me?"

"I told you I was going to take it slow and gentle and take it easy on you. I could feel that you were to the point of no return and I didn't want you to go there yet, so I stopped to let you calm down." I told her in a soft whisper. "I'm being selfish in a way; I want this to last for as long as possible." 

She chuckled softly and then shivered as I teased the deep crease of her ass. "There's so much more of you to explore and I want to explore it all," I whispered into her hair.

"What are you waiting for?" I heard her ask and then she giggled like a schoolgirl. "I can't believe that I said that," she whispered as though she were talking to herself.

I grinned and rolled her over onto her back, with me now on top of her. She gave a grunt of surprise and then sighed as I lifted my weight up off her slightly. She had a grin on her face to match mine as I looked into her eyes. "Be careful what you wish for," I said teasingly before I brushed my lips over hers and then nibbled on her lower lip. 

She whimpered softly and squirmed under me. I shifted my lower body and ended up between her legs. I could feel the intense heat from her sex against my lower belly. 

I kissed my way along her jaw and then down along her neck. When I reached the juncture with her shoulder, I paused and then licked up along her neck and than out along the front of her shoulder. Each time my tongue moved over her skin, she would take a sharp gasping breath and her hips would flex against my belly. 

"Oh, you like that, do you?" I asked.

Marie nodded her head several times sharply, but anything she was going to say was lost in a soft moan as I kissed and then licked the small indent at the base of her throat. The moan turned to a whimper as I kissed my way down between her breasts and wiggled my body lower as I went. 

When my face was even with her breasts, I used the tip of my tongue to lick circles around the base of first one breast and then the other. The moan was back, louder than ever as she arched her back, lifting her breasts higher.

I picked the right one and let my tongue spiral up the soft silky skin to her nipple. It was so hard that the dark circle under it was actually crinkled. I circled around the base for a moment and then sucked it between my lips, flicking it lightly with the tip of my tongue. 

Marie's moan went up in volume almost to a yell as she grabbed my head, her hips bucking and jerking against my lower ribs. I continued to lick and tease that nipple until her hips slowed their motion and once more settled back to the blanket. 

She gave a little whimpering moan as I sucked the nipple one more time hard and held it as I lifted my head. When it popped free from my lips, she groaned and flexed her hips hard up against me, a quivering shiver, running up and down her body.

I held my weight on my elbows, looked at her face, and grinned. Her eyes were tightly closed and she had her lower lip sucked in between her teeth. She had that look of a woman lost deep in the depths of passion. Her breathing was fast and raggedy, which caused her to lick her lips occasionally, with just the tip of her tongue. I thought that was cute and oh so sexy.

After a while, she took a deep ragged breath and blew it out noisily. She opened her eyes and it took a second for her to focus on me. When she did, she smiled shyly and then grinned. 

"How are you doing?" I asked in a soft whisper. She nodded her head slowly and then sighed deeply. I laughed and said, "That good huh." She grinned and nodded again. 

I started to move off her so I could lie next to her, but she almost yelled, "No!" and pulled me back down. "No, please, stay where you are." 

"Ok." I told her. "I was going to let you rest for a while. I think that was a barn burner of an orgasm, you just had." 

When she just nodded and then sighed deeply again, I chuckled and kissed her lightly on the right nipple. Her upper body jerked and her hands pushed at my head. "Oh no, please don't touch me there, I'm so sensitive it hurts," she said.

I grinned and kissed the other nipple. She shivered and whimpered softly as I did. I raised my head and whispered, "Then, I guess I'll have to make do with this one."

She shivered again and pushed at me. "Ok, I think you do need to move, after all. I couldn't take another orgasm like that last one." She giggled and then added, "Not right now anyway."

I chuckled and moved over to lie next to her. She groaned softly as she turned toward me and cuddled up against my side, her head on my shoulder. She scooted over, slipped her leg over mine, and pressed her scorching hot sex against my upper thigh.

I jerked and whispered, "Holy shit lady, are you trying to brand me with that thing?" She giggled and shook her head. 

I hugged her tightly as she started to move and said, "You stay right there; the thought of being branded by you has some appeal to it. I just can't figure out why you haven't burst into flames yet."

She giggled and whispered, "I'm far to wet to have to worry about that. I'm afraid I made a big mess on your blanket."

"You go right ahead and make all the messes you want," I whispered back as I hugged her tightly. "The blanket can be washed and then you can make even more messes on it." 

She giggled and snuggled tighter. I kissed her forehead and caressed her back and butt. When I trailed a couple of fingers along the cleft of her ass, it was slick and slippery. I chuckled and said, "Oh yeah, you made a really big mess. I'm going to have so much fun cleaning it up."

I felt her shiver and then she asked, "You still want to do that to me, you know, down there?"

I laughed and nodded. "I sure do. You've just made it even tastier among other things. Now, I have an excuse to check out all of those little nooks and crannies. I think you'll find it very interesting, in many ways," I said softly.

Marie shivered, looked up at me for a second, dropped her eyes, and whispered, "I don't know if I could take that, just sucking on my breast almost made me die. I'd never had an orgasm that intense or that long before." Then she giggled and added, "Anyway, you still have the other breast to do and then...." She left the sentence hanging as she rubbed her sex against my thigh.

I chuckled as I reached over and pulled the edge of the blanket to us and than over us. "First, you need to rest and recover your strength," I whispered softly. Marie nodded, sighed, and snuggled close.

*****

The sound of a barking dog woke me up. It was a little after daylight and a misty fog hung over the pond and the surrounding park. Marie stirred and mumbled in her sleep. I could hear a noisy truck driving in the road from the highway. 

I kissed her on the forehead and whispered, "Wake up, sleepy head, we have company coming." 

She wiggled and cuddled up closer to me as she mumbled again. Suddenly, her body gave a jerk and her head came up to look at me, a wide-eyed look on her face. 

I smiled and whispered, "Good morning, I think we fell asleep." 

She smiled shyly as she nodded and then she wiggled against me again. "No, it wasn't a dream," I whispered, a grin spreading across my face. She blushed and buried her face against my chest. 

I listened to the sound of the truck for a moment and it seemed to be going on past the park and following the road on away from us to wherever it went. "Our company seems to be going somewhere other than here," I whispered. 

Marie snuggled closer and nodded her head. She didn't seem to be in any hurry to go anywhere so I snuggled back. 

After a while, my hand started to caress her back. When I did, she sighed and whispered, "Good morning and I'm very glad it wasn't a dream. It feels so good to wake up in your arms, even if it is in the middle of the park."

I chuckled and nodded. "It could have been a family with ten kids out for a morning swim," I said teasingly. She tensed up for a second and then she nodded and giggled as she relaxed. 

On a more serious note I asked, "Hadn't we better get you home? Thomas and Mary will be worried about you. I don't want to get you in any trouble."

Marie lifted her head and looked into my eyes as she asked, "Are you trying to get rid of me? Thomas isn't my keeper, I'm a grown woman, where I go, and when I get home is my business." 

She grinned and went on, "Anyway, he'll sleep until noon and then Mary will knock him back out in her own special way. He won't even miss me until late afternoon and Mary won't say a word about me not being there. She thinks I'm crazy for going off with a gringo but she's wanted me to get out and find someone to be happy with." 

She stopped talking and then dropped her eyes as she whispered, "I'm talking too much; I need to shut up."

I chuckled and kissed her hair. "Don't worry, we're both nervous," I whispered softly. She nodded her head against my chest and then lifted her head. I kissed her gently on the lips for a moment. "Everything will be alright," I whispered. She nodded and kissed me.

As the kiss went on, our nervousness was soon replaced by growing passion as our tongues danced and fenced and our hands explored each other. After a while, Marie rolled over onto her back, pulling me over on top of her. My hardening manhood was pressed to her thigh and the slowly building heat of her sex was against the right side of my hip. 

When I started to kiss down along her neck, she whispered, "No, I want to feel you in me, I want to save that for later."

With a grin, I pushed up and looked down into her face. "In that case..." I said as I rolled us over until she was on top. "Let's see what your special way is. Mary has hers so I guess you have one to."

Marie grinned and then laughed. "I don't know if I have one or not," she said and then her face sobered for a second. "To tell the truth, I'd never thought about it. Sex with my husband was always his way, quick and to the point, his point that is. With me flat on my back and him between my legs was the only way it ever happened."

Slowly she spread her legs to either side of my hips and sat up, straddling me, her hot moist sex pressed against my belly. "Maybe it's time I found my special way," She whispered with a grin as she lifted her hips and moved lower to sit down on the hard shaft that was lying tight to my lower belly. 

The blanket had fallen off her and now she sat astride me, naked except for the tiny white g-string. She was even more beautiful in the daylight than she had been last night. She rocked her hips back and forth and then from side to side. A shiver ran up and down her body and then she sighed loudly. 

"Yes, this feels so good," she whispered softly as she continued to move her hips. 

My hands moved to her hips. I caressed her there, down along her thighs and then back upward. As my hands reached the outer swell of her breasts, she shivered again, her hips moving faster. Suddenly, she stood up and grinned down at me as she peeled the g-string off. Her sex was smooth and hairless except for a little V in the center of her plump mound. 

"I won't need these," she whispered, before she giggled and sat back down on my hips. 

When she wiggled her hips from side to side, I felt my shaft slip between the hot slippery folds of her sex. She sighed deeply and flexed her hips back and forth, sliding her slit up and down on my shaft. This brought a deep groaning moan to both our lips. 

Marie continued to move her hips back and forth for several minutes, the heat in her sex rising rapidly. She was moaning softly in an almost continuous sound. Suddenly, she gave out with a loud moaning groan, her hips jerking in quick, sharp movements. Her hands came forward to rest on my chest as she came and came hard. 

I reached up and caressed her breasts and hard nipples for a second or two before I sat up to hug her tightly to me. Her arms went around me as she pressed her head tight against my chest. My right hand slipped down to press on her tailbone, forcing her sex even tighter to my hardness. She moaned loudly and rocked her hips slowly as her orgasm went on and on. There was a hot flood washing across my balls and down between my thighs. 

Slowly she stopped moving and just held onto me, breathing rapidly. I caressed her back and hair, reassuringly. She sighed deeply and hugged me tightly. I grinned to myself and kissed her hair. "That was a good one," I whispered. She nodded slowly and sighed again.

I held her for a long while, just enjoying the feel of her body against mine. Suddenly, she gave a little jerk and then leaned her head back and looked up at me. She smiled shyly and then laid her head back on my chest. 

"You're spoiling me," she whispered softly. 

I grinned and kissed her hair. "So?" I asked in a whisper of my own.

She giggled and shook her head slowly. "I...." She started to say, and then she stopped. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'll say it anyway," she whispered. "I don't think that I ever had a real orgasm until last night and then just now. I just thought I had." I stroked her back and kissed her hair. 

She sighed deeply. "That is just what I mean. You aren't in any hurry to get your own pleasure. It's like you think mine is more important than your own. I've never had that before."

I reached up and lifted her chin until I could look into her eyes. "That's the way it's supposed to be between two people when they make love. It's a giving on both sides, with no taking, only accepting what is given and returning it two fold," I whispered with a smile on my face. Then I kissed her softly.

She kissed me back and then smiled shyly as she looked into my eyes. "I'm beginning to see that. The only thing is that you have been doing all the giving so far. I've been doing all the accepting." She giggled and dropped her eyes. "I'm not complaining, believe me. I just think it's time for me to do some giving. I've been completely selfish like someone I used to know."

I chuckled and shook my head. "No, you're nothing like him. He took what he considered his but you didn't know any better, then or now. The fact that you recognize the fact, says a lot about you. You are learning, and learning quickly," I told her softly. 

She nodded against my chest and then raised her head to kiss me softly. After a moment, she broke the kiss and whispered, "Now, you're in my heart and my head."

"You've been in both of mine since that first kiss," I whispered back. She smiled and kissed me again.

When we broke the kiss, she wiggled her hips and frowned at the squishing sound we made. "I seemed to have made an even bigger mess this morning than I did last night," she said and then grinned. "You seem to have that affect on me."

I chuckled and kissed her forehead before I said, "Ok, it's time for that skinny dipping lesson. We can clean up and then get all messy again, but first, we're going to find a much more private place than here. We can stop by Thomas's place and you can pick up some of your things. Now that I've found you, I ain't letting you out of my sight anymore than I absolutely have to."

Marie laughed and kissed the hell out of me to the point that I ended up flat on my back. As she kissed me, she rubbed her wet slippery sex up and down my hard shaft. After a minute or two, she wiggled forward, until the head of my dick was rubbing against the hot opening to her sex. 

She broke the kiss and whispered breathily, "Not before I find my special way with you. I need to return what I've been given."

Before I could say anything, she was kissing me again and wiggling her hips, trying to force the head of my manhood into her tight opening. The angle was wrong or she couldn't get it to stay where she wanted it so she broke the kiss and sat up. She grinned down at me as she reached between her legs, rose up slightly, grabbed my slippery shaft, and held it up as she sat down gently. She shivered and took a sharp breath as the large head pressed against her opening. 

"I need to do this, for myself, for us," she said as she added more weight to our connection. 

I felt the head slip inside; it felt like she was sticking it up her ass. I looked down and just stared. Nope, it was going in her pussy. If this was the way a virgin was supposed to feel, then I now understood the reason they were prized. I'd never had one, this is as close as I'd ever gotten and it was good enough.

I reached out, placed my hands on her hips, and whispered, "Don't hurt yourself, take it slow and easy, don't rush it."

She nodded her head and then made a soft whimpering sound as I felt her slip down over me slightly. I had to groan myself as her tightness gripped me. She barely moved her hips up and down, fucking just the head and an inch of my shaft. 

A soft moaning whimper was coming from deep in her chest. Her tightness was almost painful to me but in a pleasurable way. I groaned deeply and realized that I would probably come long before she got even half of me inside.

Then she paused, moaned loudly, and lifted her hips all the way up, freeing me from my captivity. She hovered there for a minute or so and then reached down to lift me up again. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing very hard and fast as she pressed me to her opening. The head entered easier this time and as she slowly moved up and down, more of my shaft disappeared into her hot depths. We both were moaning and groaning.

Suddenly she froze except for a twitching and jerking of her hips. There was an even hotter heat around the head of my dick and her vagina grabbed me tightly, only to relax slightly and grab me again. Repeating this over and over again. She was coming and the heat, and movement around my manhood pushed me over the edge. 

I came long and hard, my hips rising and falling with each jet that left my body. Marie yelled as the first jet erupted, the jerking of her hips getting harder and faster. She was slowly settling farther down on me, which seemed to take her orgasm even higher. 

By the time we both came down to any resemblance of sanity, Marie was just short of sitting on my lap. She was rocking slightly back and forth and whimpering loudly. I reached out and pulled her forward to lie down on top of me. 




Marie



She groaned loudly as she moved forward. Her hips rose up because she was sitting on her legs. This pulled her up off me. She made a loud whimpering sound as I came free and then she sighed deeply as she moved her knees back and lay down to cuddle her head on my shoulder. 

I wrapped her in my arms and sighed deeply myself. After a while, I pulled the blanket over us. Marie sighed and wiggled slightly as she whispered sleepily, "We can't stay here much longer. There will be a lot of people here after church and lunch, with their kids."

I nodded my head and grinned as I replied, "Ok, I can carry you to the truck but who's going to carry me?"

Marie giggled and shook her head slowly. "Not me, that is for sure. I can hardly keep my eyes open, much less move," she said softly.

I held her tightly for a while and then kissed her hair softly. "Ok, then I guess we need to get cleaned up. Maybe the cold water will revive us," I said softly. 

Marie just nodded her head but didn't move. I chuckled and whispered, "That means you need to get up so I can."

"I was afraid that was what you meant," Marie whispered back and then chuckled. A moment more and she groaned softly as she lifted her head and grinned at me. "The waters going to be cold?" She asked.

I nodded and replied, "Yeah, but look at all the fun we'll have warming each other back up."

She grinned and whispered, "I like that thought." She sat up and then leaned back over to kiss me. The passion grew slowly in the kiss, but grow it did. 

Marie broke the kiss with a sigh and a chuckle. "Come on, let's get cleaned up so we can go somewhere else, and get all messy again." She laughed and kissed me quickly again. 

"I feel wonderful!" she said loudly as she sat up.

I laughed as I sat up and said, "Yes you do and so do I."

I climbed to my feet and held my hands out. "Come on, do I need to carry you?" I asked with a grin. 

She came up onto her knees and grinned up at me as she moved her head forward, toward my semi hard manhood. She took a lick along its length, from the head to the base and then shook her head. 

"I think I can walk that far." She licked me again and then sucked the head into her warm mouth, her tongue fluttering around the head softly. 

I moaned softly and reached down to lift her up by the upper arms. As I picked her up, my manhood popped out of her mouth and she made a moaning, whimpering sound. 

As she reached her feet she laughed and whispered, "I was just going to do a little more giving and taking. Anyway, I'm suddenly hungry, I could eat a horse, and you're the closest thing to one around."

I laughed and shook my head. "We have all the time in the world for that later, but right now, we need to get our act together and get out of here before we scare the hell out of a bunch of people," I said as I scooped Marie up in my arms. 

As I carried her toward the pond, I added, "Breakfast sounds great, as does a lot more giving and taking, like maybe a lifetimes worth."

Marie laughed and kissed me on the cheek. "I like the way you're thinking, especially that last part."

*****

The water in the pond was surprisingly warm on my legs as I waded out into it. Marie moved in my arms as she looked around, an anxious look on her face. She suddenly grinned at me and whispered, "I thought we would be doing this last night, not in broad daylight." 

I chuckled and whispered back, "Well, you said you wanted to do wild things and not be all safe and sheltered. I think this comes under that heading, don't you." Marie giggled nervously and nodded her head.

When I was about waist deep, I lowered Marie's feet toward the water. She grabbed at my neck and held on tightly. "It's alright, I won't drop you." I told her softly.

She smiled at me and replied, "I'm not worried about that, I can't swim, and I'm a little afraid of the water."

"There's a nice sandy, firm bottom down there, trust me," I said as I lowered her into the water. 

"I do trust you." She replied, but she still held onto my neck until her feet touched bottom. Then she let go and whispered with a crooked smile, "See." 

I chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. She grinned and added, "This is the most water I've been in since I was a child."

"Then it's about time," I said as I squatted down until the water was up to my chin. Marie's breasts were just above water level and right in front of my face. My tongue shot out and flicked across her right nipple. She gasped loudly and grabbed my head as I sucked the hard nub into my mouth. When I swirled my tongue around the nipple and flicked it with the tip of my tongue, she moaned softly and pulled my head tighter to her breast. 

My hands went to her hips and caressed her lower back and shapely butt. A moment or two later, I switched breasts, which brought another loud gasp from her lips. I ran the fingers of my right hand up and down the crack of her ass, rinsing off our slippery juices from earlier. Marie moaned softly and pushed her ass back against my fingers. 

I released her nipple and whispered, "Oh, you like that, do you." She nodded sharply, several times and came up onto her toes, her hands moving to my shoulders as my fingers explored lower between her legs.

When a finger slipped into her hot opening, she gasped and pushed back against it sharply, driving it even deeper. "Oh yes!" she whispered loudly. 

I grinned and brought my other hand up to tease her slit from the front. A shiver ran up and down her body. When my finger circled her clit a couple times, she whispered fiercely, "If you don't quit, I'm going to come all over your hand." 

My fingers glided up and down her slit and then massaged her clit, firmly. She gave out with a long drawn out moan as her hips jerked and twitched violently as she came and came hard.

A moment or two later, I had to grab Marie as she started to slowly settle into the water. I pulled her limp body to me and held her close. As her body settled against mine, her legs were straddling my thighs, her hot sex plastered against my hard member. She laid her head on my shoulder and groaned deeply as her body jerked several more times quickly. 

A few minutes later, she sighed deeply and whispered, "You keep doing that to me." She sighed again and cuddled close, whispering, "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, I love it. It's just that...." She paused in thought for a second and then went on, "I never knew I could come so hard or so long, or so many times for that matter. My body seems to want to make up for lost time or something." 

She grinned and whispered, "You're the first person to touch my clit besides me, talk about a shock when you did."

"No, this is the way it should have been from the beginning, not a one way affair, like it was." I told her softly. "Oh, yeah, I know where your clit is. If you think my fingers were a shock, wait until I get my tongue wrapped around it, you will literally explode."

I felt Marie shiver at the thought and then she whispered, "Die is more like it."

I chuckled and hugged her tightly. "Believe me, you won't die. At least, I've never heard of anyone dieing from it." 

She giggled and whispered, "With my luck, I'll be the first."

I laughed and replied, "Your luck has changed drastically, if I'm not mistaken, I know mine has. Now, let's get cleaned up and go have breakfast. I'm saving you for dessert."

Marie sat up, a bright pink blush on her face. "I hope you mean in a room somewhere and not on the restaurant table," she said with a giggle.

I laughed and hugged her again, saying, "That would be just a little too adventurous, even for me." 

*****

Back at the sleeping bag, we dried off with the beach towel and got dressed. Marie picked up her thong gingerly and said, "I need to rinse these out; they are a mess."

I reached out and took them from her. I brought them up close to my nose and sniffed at her sweet heady, musky scent. "Oh no you don't, I know the perfect place for these," I said with a grin as I hung them on a limb next to me.

Marie got a shocked look for a second and asked, "You're not leaving them there, are you?"

I chuckled and shook my head as I stooped to pick up the sleeping bag. "Nope, we're taking them with us," I said. Marie looked puzzled as she folded the towel. I folded the sleeping bag and handed it to her. 

"You'll see when we get to the truck," I said as I retrieved the panties and the ice chest. "Shall we?" I said with a grin as I indicated the path toward the truck.

Marie laughed and shook her head as she mutter something under her breath in Spanish. I chuckled and said, "Yes but being a crazy gringo is what keeps me from going insane." Marie looked at me wide eyed for a moment, until I laughed and added, "No I don't speak Spanish, but I do understand a word here and there, so be careful."

Marie laughed again as she started down the path. "I'll have to remember that," she said softly.

*****

When I stopped the truck at the highway, Marie asked me, "You're really going to leave those there?" 

I looked at the g-string hanging from the rearview mirror. "Yes, I am. Every time we look at them, we'll remember last night and how we started." I replied softly. "I don't want either of us to ever forget."

Marie chuckled and whispered, "Like we could ever forget last night."

"I'm not going to take any chances," I said with a big grin. "Anyway, it'll show all the women that I'm taken."

Marie laughed and rose up to kiss me on the cheek. "Yes you are but what will people think." She replied.

"I really don't care what they think, let them wonder about it," I said with a chuckle in my voice.

"You're crazy but I love you anyway," Marie said softly.

"I know and I love you also." I told her softly. "Now, let's go eat breakfast."



Marie



My high school reunion was coming up in a few days, and I couldn't wait. I hadn't been back to my hometown since my graduation 6 years ago, so I was really looking forward to seeing some old friends. I know what you're thinking: a 6-year reunion? Well, I'm from a small town, so the high school does all-class reunions every few years.

My husband Rob was, as you might imagine, slightly less excited than I was about the reunion. After all, he didn't know anybody, and being in a small town, there really wasn't anything else to do except attend the reunion; it's not as if he could go off and do his own thing while I chatted up my old friends. I also got the feeling he was a little wary of meeting all of my old high school flames.

Actually, Rob loves to listen to me talk about my early sexual experiences. He's told me that it's a huge turn-on for him to hear about how popular I was with the guys back in high school, and sometimes he'll even ask me to tell him, in great detail, about my 'first times' while we're having sex. But going to the reunion, meeting the guys in person, having to watch them flirt with me - which was probably inevitable - I guessed it wasn't a thrilling prospect for Rob.

So, as the days approached, I started to develop a clever idea, a plan to make the weekend more exciting for both Rob and me. I kept it to myself until we were actually in the car that Friday, and then gradually introduced the subject into the conversation.

"So, Rob, are you looking forward to this weekend?"

"Well, Marie, I'm glad we are getting away, but frankly, this trip is mostly about you getting to see your old friends. I think I'm pretty much just along for the ride, right?"

"Well, I was thinking, maybe there's a way to make things a little more fun for both of us."

"I'm listening."

I placed my hand on his thigh, and slowly, gradually, moved it towards his crotch as I began to share my idea.

"Well, you remember my stories about Chucky and Mikey, right?"

He shifted in his seat as my fingers moved ever closer to their goal. "Of course, Marie. You know I love those stories about what a little slut you were in high school."

"And you know they're both going to be at the reunion."

My fingers arrived, and I began gently stroking his cock, which quickly hardened under my touch.

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, I've been thinking over the past few days, and I may have come up with a way to bring everyone's fantasy to life. Mine, yours, presumably theirs..."

"I'm still listening."

"You've told me that you'd love to watch me with another guy, did you really mean that?"

"Oh, god yes, Marie, that would be really hot."

"Well, what about two guys at once?"

"Seriously?" He shot me a quick glance, trying to gauge how serious I was, before looking back at the road in front of us.

"Oh, yeah. I have always fantasized about being DP-ed, and I'm thinking this weekend might be my opportunity to make this fantasy come true, with you watching."

His cock was rock hard now, and throbbing under my fingers.

"Unzip me, Marie, please. If you're going to keep talking about this, I want you to stroke me as I drive."

"My pleasure!"

I unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock, spit on my hand to provide some lubrication, and began stroking him.

"So, Marie," he said, a teasing quality in his voice, "what makes you think Chucky and Mikey will be up for this?"

"You're kidding, right? They're called tits, Rob."

He laughed, then reached over and squeezed my breast for a moment, before returning his hand to the steering wheel. I shifted in the passenger seat so that I could reach my right hand around to fondle his balls as I continued stroking his shaft with my left hand. Seriously, though, I was sure all I had to do was ask. I'm very pretty, have a hot body, and don't look any less good than I did in high school. I was confident that the guys would be drooling over me as soon as we arrived at the reunion.

Rob was breathing heavily now, and I knew I could bring him to orgasm if he allowed me to. "So," he said, "you think just because of your long blonde hair, your beautiful face, your perfect 34C tits, your tiny little waist and perfect ass, you can have any guy you want?"

"Well, I already have the guy I want," I said, knowing the comment would push him closer to the edge, "but yes, I know that with a little flirting, I can have those two guys wrapped around my little finger."

"God, Marie, yes. I love it when you talk like that. You're going to make me cum, is that what you want?"

"Yes, Rob, please, I'd love a mouth full of cum." I picked up the pace as I continued to jack him off. "I want to walk into that reunion with the taste of your cum still in my mouth."

"Oh god yes, Marie. OK, ready? Go down on me, now!"

Luckily we were on a particularly lonely and straight stretch of highway, so Rob was able to keep driving as I plunged down, taking his cock completely into my mouth and bobbing up and down for just a few moments more until I felt him jerk and shoot his load, completely filling my mouth with hot, delicious cum.

***

The drive, and the conversation, had gone even better than I thought. Not only was Rob up for my plan, but we were both completely turned on from that point forward. Road head always had that effect on both of us.

We settled into our hotel room, checked into the reunion - complete with the cheesy "Hello, my name is..." nametags - and began mingling in the hotel's ballroom - the only venue in town large enough to host an event for a few hundred people. I spotted both Chucky and Mikey at different times from across the room, but was genuinely enjoying catching up with some of my old girlfriends, so it took a little while before we came face-to-face with either of the guys.

Rob was looking handsome and confident as he always did in social situations, well-dressed in a jacket and dockers. I had chosen an outfit which accentuated my curves, a perfectly-fitted little black dress with a plunging neckline, short skirt, and matching heels. I'm only 5'4", so any chance I get to wear 3-inch heels, I make the most of it.

It was after a couple of drinks that Chucky finally made his way over to us, hugged me, and I introduced him to Rob.

"Oh, please, Marie, call me Charles. I haven't been Chucky since graduation!"

"OK, Chucky, whatever you say."

I couldn't help but remember my first time with Chucky - which was my first time with anyone. I guess it's true, you never forget your first time! The three of us made small talk for a while, about jobs, life since high school, and the like, until Mikey finally made his way across the room to join us as well.

"Hey, Marie! Chucky!"

"It's Charles, now, apparently," I said with a wink as I gave Mikey a hug, "and I suppose you're Michael now?"

"No, Mike is fine! And this must be your husband Rob," he said, extending a hand to meet Rob's.

The small talk continued, and I gave Rob a couple of glances, trying to express with just my eyes that I had no clue how to introduce my indecent proposal into such an innocuous conversation. Both of the men had managed to find ways to touch my arm, or hug me again, or wink when our eyes met, so there was certainly a playful, flirtatious feel to the conversation, but it was still a far cry from, "hey, you guys want to DP me while my husband watches?"

Rob must have understood the message I was trying to send him, and perhaps realized that, as my husband, was in a position to either allow or prevent things from moving to a more intimate level.

"How would you guys like to join us in our room for a nightcap a bit later?"

"Um, OK, sure, that would be great!" Mikey looked surprised, but eagerly accepted the invitation on behalf of both of them.

"How about 9:30?"

"Sounds good," Chucky - um, Charles - chimed in.

We parted ways and went back to mingling, working our way around the room with handshakes, hugs, and the occasional avoidance of an old high-school enemy. As we walked, Rob's hands were constantly on my body, either an arm wrapped around my waist, or gently touching my arm, or, in an occasional dark corner of the room, sneaking a hand up the skirt of my dress. I can hardly describe how turned on I was, imagining what I might be doing - or who would be doing me - in a few hours.

***

Rob and I were back in our room just after 9:15, alone for a few minutes before the other men were due to show up.

"Do you still want to go through with this?" Rob asked as he pulled me into an embrace, kissing me before I could answer him.

"Oh, yeah. I'm so fucking turned on I can't even tell you."

"Oh, yes, you are, aren't you," he said, his hand slipping up my skirt, tracing my inner thigh, and gently rubbing me for a moment through my panties.

"Oh, god, Rob, yes, I'm so wet!"

"I'm glad! Now, just follow my directions, and I'll make your fantasy come true."

"Yes, sir," I said with a smile.

"Take off your dress, but leave on your bra, panties, and heels, and then climb up on the bed for me."

I quickly did as I was told, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the closet door as I moved across the room.

"Now, lie back against the pillows, and I want you to start slowly, gently, touching yourself."

I did as I was told, pushing my panties to one side of my pussy lips, and gently rubbing one finger back and forth, up and down across my skin, gently touching my clit with each stroke. I sighed, arched my back against the pillows, and forced myself to move slowly, even though I could have easily fingered myself to a climax right then and there, I was so turned on.

Rob was sitting in the chair across from the bed, watching me, smiling, and I smiled back at him, enjoying the moment, until we were interrupted by a knock at the door. I started to move my panties and was planning to reach for a robe, but Rob mouthed the word 'no' to me, and so I understood that he wanted me to continue touching myself as he got up and walked to the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Mike and Charles," one of them responded. 

Rob quickly opened the door and welcomed them in, and I watched as their friendly smiles changed into looks of shock, their mouths dropping open as they both looked at me. Mikey just kept staring, while Chucky tried to pull his eyes away from me.

"Oh, wow, Rob, I'm sorry, did we interrupt something, are we early?"

"Nope, you're right on time."

Mikey finally managed to pull his jaw off the floor and say something, "Rob, um, did you know that your wife is half naked, there, on the bed?"

"Yes, she's doing exactly what I've asked of her. You see, we're hoping you guys can help us out with a little fantasy of hers. Please, sit down." 

Rob motioned for the men to sit down on the bed next to me, and he returned to his chair. They still looked a bit awkward, but had no intention of leaving, either. They sat down, one on each side of the bed as I lay in the middle, and struggled to keep their attention on Rob, as he spoke to them.

"I know you've both been with Marie, she's told me about all of her sexual experiences. On the drive here, she confessed to me that she's always fantasized about being with two men at once, and we decided that this reunion would be an excellent opportunity to make that happen for her."

He paused, and both men looked at me as I continued to gently touch myself.

"Isn't she hot, guys? Please, just watch her. Marie, I want you to finger yourself now, pleasure yourself while we watch."

I closed my eyes as I inserted two fingers of my right hand as far as I could into my hot, wet pussy, then began rubbing my clit with two fingers of my left hand. As I began to find a rhythm, rotating my fingers in a circle inside my tight pussy, I opened my eyes again, eager to see the three men watching me.

"That's right, just watch her. Let her turn you on. Do you want to watch her cum?"

Chucky looked at Rob, surprised at the question.

"That's right, Charles, she's multi-orgasmic. She can cum for you now, and cum for you while you're fucking her, and then cum for me again later. Cum for them, Marie, while they watch you."

I was rubbing my clit furiously now, turned on by Rob's voice and then by the sight of both of my old boyfriends as they quickly stripped off their clothes, threw them to the floor, and began fondling themselves as they watched me, their cocks quickly hardening. My experiences with them quickly came back to me as I saw them naked again - Chucky, to whom I'd lost my virginity, and Mikey, who'd only fucked me a couple of times, and who, I remembered now, had a smaller cock. Hmm, I thought to myself while I could still think clearly, he'd be the best choice for my ass.

"That's it, Marie, let yourself go! Don't you just love watching her finger-fuck her shaved pussy, guys?"

"Oh, god, yes, yesssssssssss!" I cried out as a long, powerful orgasm moved through my body. It took me a few moments to recover before I let my fingers slip out of my dripping wet pussy. I held my glistening fingers up to Mikey, who eagerly licked them clean, while Chucky bent down and licked me out, causing me to jump with pleasure as his tongue hit my oh-so-sensitive skin.

"Now, guys, please stand next to the bed. Marie, sit down between them, and take turns sucking them."

We all eagerly followed Rob's directions, shifted positions, and I took a cock into each hand, then took turns with my mouth, a few moments on Chucky's big hard cock, a few moments deep-throating Mikey's smaller, thinner cock. I looked over at Rob every chance I got, making sure that he was enjoying the show, and noticed that he was now rubbing himself through his dockers.

As much as I was enjoying myself, I was suddenly hit with a pang of fear. After all, as eager as I was to live out this fantasy of mine, I'd never had a cock in my ass. Rob knew this, of course, so I hoped that he had a plan to help things go smoothly. Meanwhile, I prolonged my dual hand-and-mouth job as long as possible, and none of the men in the room seemed to object.

"OK, guys, are you ready to fill Marie, my naughty, slutty wife Marie, more than she's ever been filled before?"

"Oh, god, yeah," Mikey said, and Chucky could only nod with enthusiasm, his eyes glued to my tits as I followed Rob's next direction, which was to remove the rest of my clothes.

"Alright, Marie, I want you on all fours in the middle of the bed, and each of these guys is going to quickly take you from behind, just to get lubricated, OK?"

I didn't even respond with words, showing my enthusiasm for this idea by moving as quickly as I could into position and looking back at my husband with lust-filled eyes. Chucky jumped on first, slowly pressing into me, filling me completely, holding himself there for several moments, and then pulling out and moving to the side so that Mikey could take his turn. My pussy muscles clenched as Chucky pulled out, then readjusted to Mikey's smaller cock, which was soon covered with my juices as well.

"Now, Charles," Rob said, "lie down with your head on the pillows, and let Marie ride you."

I smiled at Chucky - sorry, couldn't bring myself to think of him as Charles - as I positioned myself above him and slowly lowered myself down onto him, and then began a slow grinding. It was heavenly, and I tried to focus entirely on that sensation, rather than on what was coming next.

"I know you could ride that hard cock all night, Marie, but I want you to lie down, your chest against his, so that your ass is exposed."

I slowly lowered myself down against Chucky, my hard nipples pressing into his chest, as he remained buried inside of me. His cock throbbed, and my pussy clenched, but we both just held the position, with very little in-and-out motion.

"Here, Mike, take this lubricant, and get her tight little virgin ass as ready as you can."

I heard the click of a bottle top, the squirt of the gel, and then flinched as the cool substance hit my skin. I couldn't see what Mikey was doing, but the feeling made it obvious enough - he had started by squirting the gel directly onto my ass, and now was beginning to probe me with a finger. This I could handle; after all, Rob and I had experimented with that much penetration before.

I began to move against Chucky once again, and he responded by pressing in and out of me, as Mikey was now fucking my ass quickly, but still just with one finger. After a few more moments, he inserted another finger, and I realized that my muscles were adjusting. I would be able to do this after all!

"She's ready, Mike, I can tell. Squirt some of that lubricant onto your cock, and then take her, in one smooth motion."

Still unable to see what was happening behind me, I listened carefully for clues, while Chucky took advantage of the moment to fuck me harder from below. I could hear Mikey squirt out more of the lubricant, and then put the bottle down. Then I heard what could only be clothes rustling, and guessed - hoped - that Rob was undressing.

As Mikey climbed on the bed behind me, I could feel the head of his cock press against my ass, which had tightened up again after his fingers left it and with Chucky fucking me harder now. As if he sensed my thoughts, Chucky gradually slowed until he wasn't moving at all, as Mikey slowly, steadily, forced himself into me.

I cried out, whimpering, then sighing, then panting with pleasure, as Mikey finally bottomed out inside of me. I was thankful that he was smaller than Chucky, or Rob, for that matter, but I still couldn't believe how incredibly full I felt. For a few moments, none of us moved, just getting used to the sensation, but finally I began to rock back and forth between them, encouraging them to move as well.

I gradually realized that I'd been holding my eyes firmly shut, tense at the anticipation of what was coming, and that I could now relax. When I finally allowed my eyes to open, I saw Rob standing next to the bed, stroking his cock as he watched us. This was enough to put me over the edge, and I kept my eyes fixed on his as my body clenched with another orgasm, lubricating Chucky's cock with my juices and encouraging him to begin fucking me harder now.

Mikey waited for a moment, holding himself deep inside my ass, as Chucky established this new, intense rhythm, then found his own complementary rhythm to begin moving in and out once again. The two men were soon pounding away relentlessly, and I spurred them on with hissed words of encouragement - 'fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuck that tight little ass!' - as my eyes remained glued to my husband.

Rob stepped closer to me now, and I reached out a hand to pull him close, grabbing his ass and pulling him towards me until I was able to take his cock into my mouth. I didn't have as much control of my motions as I might have liked, as I was being thrust into from above and below, but I did manage to keep Rob's cock in my mouth, licking and sucking on at least the tip.

Mikey was the first to cum, suddenly pulling out, groaning, and covering much of my back - I could tell from the sensation and also from Rob's surprised gasp - with cum. He collapsed beside us on the bed, relaxing with a huge smile on his face for a few moments, before jumping up and finding a towel to wipe my back clean.

It was then that I realized I once again had the freedom to sit up and ride Chucky, to once again take control of the pace and bring him to a climax. I sat up, his hands immediately clutching my tits and kneading them as I held him deep inside of me and ground back and forth, before once again bobbing up and down, in a furious tempo, for several moments more, until I could sense he was close.

I pulled up off of him, knelt beside him, and took him into my mouth just as he was almost ready to cum, so that I was able to taste first my own juices and then his hot load of cum, which I eagerly swallowed. As sore as I was from having both holes filled with cock, I was still eager to cum again, and more importantly, to bring Rob to climax after all his time spent watching my fantasy come true.




Marie



"OK, guys, have a seat, it's your turn to watch."

I rolled over onto my back and Rob quickly followed me, climbing up onto the bed, taking hold of my legs by the ankles and pushing them back up over my head, then plunging into me, hard and fast, as I cried out in pleasure beneath him. Rob's 8-inch cock was just slightly bigger - both in length and in girth - than Chucky's, so the feeling of fullness was amazing.

He gradually let go of my ankles and I was able to relax my legs a bit, letting them come to rest on his shoulders, as he continued to pound me in this position for another several minutes, the other guys watching, obviously impressed with his stamina. I felt another climax begin to grow deep inside of me, and then it hit me, hard and fast, as I writhed beneath Rob, who continued his rhythm uninterrupted. Even though I'd experienced multiple orgasms on many occasions in the past, they were coming - no pun intended - harder and faster this time around, I was guessing because it was such a turn on to be watched.

It was Rob's turn now, as he changed our position for the last time, encouraging me once again up onto my hands and knees and then fucking me, hard and fast, from behind. When I felt him getting closer, I reached between my legs and fondled his balls, just as I knew he loved for me to do, and it was enough to push him over the top.

I felt his cum fill my hot, wet, sore pussy, and then we both collapsed to the bed, completely exhausted. After a few moments, I realized that Mikey and Chucky were just standing there, not sure what to do with themselves. I climbed up out from under my husband, gave them each a big hug and a kiss, and thanked them for helping me live out my fantasy.

"Yes," Rob added, standing up as well, "thanks, you guys. I hope it was as fun for you as it was for us?"

"Oh, god yeah, that's the best time I've ever had!" I'd never seen Chucky with such a big smile on his face.

"Yup, me too!" Mikey was pulling on the last of his clothes.

"Wonderful. Well, thanks for coming over. I think my wife and I are going to take a shower now. See you guys tomorrow for more reunion stuff?"

I giggled as my husband chased me into the shower after closing the door behind our guests. He wasn't done yet, and neither was I. This was going to be a long, wonderful night.



Marie: A Wife's Fantasy Fulfilled



I suppose I should begin this story by telling you a little bit about myself. I'm 40, a married professional woman. I keep my body in shape, working out, running, lifting weights, and frankly, I look damn good for 40. Five feet, five inches tall, 120 pounds, auburn hair and fair skin – my husband Tom still wants to fuck me all the time, even after nearly four years of marriage. Tom is my second husband, though I've known him for many years. My first husband? Well, let's just say he was a drag and leave it at that.

Sexually, I have always had a voracious appetite, but my experience, while fairly extensive, had never departed too much from your basic one man/one woman variety. Tom, on the other hand, had spent his extended bachelorhood (never married until age 41) experimenting with just about anything that interested him. Since we married, Tom had been encouraging me to think about actually trying out my fantasies instead of just dreaming them. The thought of it didn't threaten me – Tom always made it clear to me that he had done everything he really needed to do, and only wanted to see me get mine, regardless of whether he participated or just watched. And I had no doubt that he would still be mine and still love me just as much once whatever fantasy I chose had been acted out. Still, in these four years I had not gotten up the courage to actually go after one of them.

My most powerful, and most frequent, fantasy had been to bring a beautiful Asian girl to bed with Tom and me. Yes, I wanted to touch her, kiss her, lick her, but even more than that I wanted to share her with Tom. His body makes me so hot, and he is such a great lover, that I really, really got turned on by the thought of seeing him on top of another woman, fucking her hard and long the way he fucked me. Of watching his powerful back, his firm ass thrusting as he fucked her, seeing him tense and hearing the wonderful sounds I knew so well as he came inside her.

In the last year, I had actually found the girl who perfectly fit my fantasy. Her name was Marie, a gorgeous Thai girl with long thick hair and a strikingly beautiful face. Her body – wow. Marie was given to wearing sexy, revealing clothes, and I often found myself having to consciously force my gaze away from the rise and fall of her breasts during cocktail conversation. 

Tom and I had met Marie through a business-related organization and we were friendly with her, but hadn't actually socialized outside of the organization's fairly frequent functions. She was much younger than Tom and me – late 20s, I guessed – and was the center of a great deal of male attention at cocktail parties and dinners. She often kept close to me, I supposed because we were among few women at these things and, at my age, I had learned to deal with the lechers who were always present in abundance. Lately, she had been pretty flirtatious with Tom, and damn, it left me really hot. Tom and I would go home and tear into each other after one of those evenings, both fantasizing about bringing Marie home with us and undressing her . . . .

Until just two weeks ago, it had never crossed my mind that the fantasy I had turned over and over in my mind would actually happen. At the end of an evening of drinks, jazz, and business chatter, a tipsy Marie walked with us to the valet to retrieve our cars. As we waited, Marie draped herself over Tom's shoulders and stood with her body pressed against him. He put his arm around her waist and I could tell she was arousing him. She was arousing me, too. Our car was brought around first, and as Tom extricated himself from Marie's embrace, she kissed him right on the mouth. It wasn't enough of a kiss to be clearly inappropriate, but it wasn't a peck, either. 

Tom got into the driver's seat as the valet opened the passenger door for me. I turned to say good night to Marie, and she put her arms around my back. At first I thought she was just going to hug me good night, but this was a full body hug. Marie pressed her full length against me, and held our bodies tightly together for several long seconds. When she stepped back, she looked directly into my eyes. "Good night, Anna," she said. "I hope we can get together again soon, and maybe spend more time together." 

"Yes," I replied a little breathlessly. "That would be great." As I got into the car, the valet gave me a small but leering smile. It hadn't been my imagination, had it? Tom fucked me that night like he hadn't fucked me since our early days together – like a savage.

Another week, another cocktail hour at a downtown bar. This night, the bar was crowded and the lechers were thick as flies around Marie by the time Tom and I arrived. Marie was standing at the bar, chatting up the bartender as a ruse to avoid talking to the older man who was standing too close to her, looking down her shirt. I felt a little thrill course through my body when I spotted her, and Tom and I made our way to the bar. 

A look of pure relief came over Marie's face as I sidled in between her and the lech, my back to him, and said hello. Tom stood protectively just in front of the two of us, so that we formed an impenetrable little triangle. He ordered drinks for us, and a refill for Marie. Two hours flew by as we drank and talked and laughed. Slowly, Marie and I had inched closer to each other, so that by the time we drained our last drinks her pelvis and mine were in full contact, our upper bodies leaning slightly away so that from the bartender's point of view we were just standing close to each other so that we could carry on our conversation in the noisy bar. Only Tom had the perspective needed to see how intimate the conversation really was. 

On the sidewalk outside the bar, Marie again pulled me close to her. The palms of her hands slid down my back and came to rest at the top of my buttocks. It was then that she whispered in my ear, "I'd like to kiss you." 

I'm a little embarrassed to admit that a small gasp escaped my lips. Quickly, lest she think I was shocked rather than thrilled, I whispered back, "I was hoping you would." We held our embrace a moment longer, then stepped back, clasping hands at our sides. 

Neither of us knew quite what to say next, but Tom came to our rescue. "Why don't you come to our house for dinner tomorrow night?" he said. "We'll cook a nice meal and drink some wine, and we won't have to worry about getting to the office the next morning. Bring whatever you need in case you decide you don't want to drive home."

The next day was Friday. I went to my office in the morning as always, and I tried to keep my mind on my work, but I couldn't concentrate. I didn't do anything really productive, other than make a list of what I wanted from the grocery store for that night's meal. Shortly after lunch, I gave up the pretense and told my secretary I was leaving for the day. I made a dash through the store, went home, and spent the rest of the afternoon preparing the house, the meal, and myself for what I hoped would be a very memorable evening.

Tom arrived home around 6, and grinned broadly when he saw what I had done. The house was immaculate (not that it was usually terribly dirty; just cluttered). There were candles and flowers on the table, and the aroma from the kitchen told him that I had made something special for our guest. As we looked at each other from across the dining room, I burst into giggles. I guess I felt a little bit silly, but I was really excited and I wanted everything to be perfect. 

Tom crossed the room to take me in his arms and kiss me deeply. His look became serious. "I love you very much baby," he said. "Don't forget that or doubt it, ever. Whatever happens tonight with Marie, I'm going to follow your lead. If all I do is sit in the corner and watch you have an incredible time, I will be very happy." 

I kissed him again. "I know. Don't worry; I know. Now go change your clothes and pick out some CD's to play during dinner. Marie's going to be here at 7." 

Tom went up the stairs, and after checking on dinner, I followed. I put on the clothes I had chosen earlier that afternoon, after a fair amount of deliberation. A black and white sleeveless blouse, with a low cut v-neck, with a short black skirt and high heeled sandals. A little pink lipstick, and I was happy with what I saw in the mirror. At 40, my body is still firm and tight. I had always had a fair, smooth complexion, so I don't need much makeup even now. My hair is still dark, what little gray I have scattered about so that it just added a few highlights, not age. Tom always said that my legs were one of my best features – they are long and slender, and I have to admit that I know they look great in high heels. I descended the stairs feeling good about what the night would bring.

Marie arrived just a couple of minutes after 7. Tom had chosen some jazz, R&B, and latin music to play during the evening; Al Green was crooning as Marie put her arms around my neck and kissed me at the door. She looked incredible in a red jersey halter dress, lower cut than my blouse and clinging to her in all the right places. 

We had a great dinner, the three of us. The food was perfect, the wine plentiful, and we enjoyed a lively, funny conversation throughout. In the candlelight, I gazed at Marie over my glass of wine and thought again how lovely she was, how sexy. 

The conversation quieted, and Marie noticed my gaze and returned it. I held my hand out to her, and she took it. I stood, and Marie rose from her chair too. I gave a light tug and led her to stand behind Tom's chair. Leaning over his shoulder, I kissed him, flicking my tongue over his lips. "We have to go upstairs and get ready for bed," I said quietly. "Finish your wine, then come to bed." 

I smiled at Marie, and then she leaned over and kissed Tom, too. She took my hand again, and together we went upstairs.

During my frenzied afternoon, I had prepared the sunken tub in the master bathroom with candles, towels, and bath oil. I led Marie to the bathroom, and suggested that we take a bath to get ourselves relaxed and ready for the rest of the evening. Marie nodded. 

I turned away to run the bath, adding bubble bath and oil to the water. When I turned back around, Marie had let her dress drop to the floor. I was mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful body, her sheer red bra and panties accentuating full breasts, slender hips, and the tantalizing mound between her thighs. My mouth felt dry and there was a little buzz in my ears. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall, then began to unbutton my blouse. Marie reached toward me and finished the unbuttoning, as I let my arms drop to my sides. She slid the blouse over my shoulders, and it fell in a heap on top of my skirt. 

Marie turned around to face the mirror, and I unhooked her bra, slowly pushing it away from her until it fell, and I saw her lovely brown nipples reflected in the mirror. Still looking at me in the mirror, Marie slid her panties down her hips and let them drop to the floor too. She turned back around and stepped toward me, lightly grasping my shoulders as she pressed her breasts against me, and kissed me gently on the mouth. Then she stepped into the tub. I quickly shed the rest of my clothes and joined her. 

We faced each other in the warm, soapy bath. After a long moment, I squeezed some bath gel into my hands and began caressing Marie's body with it. From her shoulders and upper arms, my hands moved to her heavy breasts. The feel of them against my palms, the warm firm flesh, the hard nipples, was amazing to me. I had never been with a woman before, though I had often thought about it, and I marveled at the texture of her. 

Marie sighed, a satisfied sound, and I continued caressing her in silence, reaching behind her to slide my hands down her back, then around again to her beautiful wet breasts, shimmering in the candlelight. Finally, tentatively, I slid one hand down her taut belly and felt the fine, light hair between her legs. I gazed at Marie's face; she bit her bottom lip, and I could tell it was a gesture of pleasure. 

My fingertips found her clit and massaged it gently in a circle as I leaned to kiss her. My tongue gently parted her lips as my fingers moved further down to slide into her. My own pussy was on fire as I felt the wet warmth of her. After a moment, I moved my hand back to rest on her thigh. Our kiss broken, we spent a few long minutes caressing each other's wet skin. Marie's hands ran lightly over my breasts, my hips, my back, and returned to cradle my face as she kissed me once again. I stood, took her hands and helped her to her feet. As we stood in the water, I opened a bottle of oil and poured it into my hands. I rubbed the oil liberally over her body, then over my own. 

We stepped out of the tub, and I took the short, black mesh babydoll nightie I had chosen earlier off the counter and slipped it on. It was my favorite, something I felt sexy and confident in, and I had thought I would need that feeling that night. Marie opened the overnight bag she had brought with her, and drew out a red silk chemise, short, with a cinch-up lace in the back. I tied it for her as she watched herself in the mirror.

We opened the bathroom door and emerged into the master bedroom, which was dim and flickered with the light of more candles. Tom was lying on the bed in his boxer shorts, his button down shirt still on, but open. I wondered if Marie was as pleased by the look of his muscular chest as I always am. Marie and I walked slowly to the bed. At it's edge, we stopped, and Marie looked at me questioningly. "Lie down," I whispered. 

She lay down next to Tom, and he turned on his side to kiss her. I knelt between Marie's thighs, and pushed back the edge of her chemise to expose her still damp pussy. My breath came sharply as I looked at her – she was so beautiful. Finally, as Tom continued to kiss Marie, I lowered my head and my lips grazed the thin strip of hair that covered her. Her hand caressed the back of my head lightly. Slowly, I extended the tip of my tongue and slid it between the soft moist lips. The buzz in my ears returned as I inhaled her lovely fragrance and tasted her – slightly musky, slightly nutty, a little bit sweet. Tom had said that each woman tastes different, and Marie's was not like my own, as I had tasted it many times on Tom's cock and on his mouth. I dipped my tongue lightly into her, then slid it back up to explore her. I was surprised at how easily my tongue found her clit, and I enjoyed the hard feeling of it, swirling and lightly flicking my tongue over it. Marie's hand rubbed a little harder on my head, and I realized with delight and relief that, despite my earlier worries, I would be able to make her happy. 

Gently, I sucked her clit into my mouth, and I held it lightly there while my tongue began to move over it more firmly. I slid two fingers into her pussy, and as I continued to lick her clit my fingertips stroked the smooth slipperiness inside. Small groans escaped from Marie as she lifted her hips toward my mouth. After a minute, I heard Marie's slightly hoarse whisper more clearly. "Oh, yes, yes," she said, and her fingers grasped my hair and held my head tightly to her. 

Keeping my tongue on its task, I raised my eyes up toward Tom. He had stopped kissing Marie and propped himself up on one elbow to watch his wife lick another woman's pussy. His look was slightly glazed, and with his other hand he had freed his now rigid cock from the boxers and was stroking it as he watched me. 

Marie's hips were moving faster now, and both hands gripped my head. I reached for the dildo I had laid nearby and, removing my fingers, I slipped it into her. As I flicked my tongue over her clit faster, I moved the dildo slowly in and out, twisting it slightly at the same time. Suddenly, Marie clutched my head and pressed it to her pussy so hard that it was almost painful. "Oh, oh, OH!" she cried loudly, and I felt the swollen clit between my lips began to pulse wildly. I grasped her thighs to hold her still and kept licking her as she continued to gasp. 

As the pulsing slowed, I finally raised my head to look up at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes half closed. Tom was staring at me with a look that was half lust, half amazement. He looked down at the dildo that I was just pulling out of Marie's now dripping pussy. He licked his lips. "Fuck her with it," he told me in a thick whisper. "Strap it on and fuck her." I opened the bedside table drawer and took out my harness. Previously, I had only used it with a smaller, curved dildo to fuck Tom. I enjoyed it, but not as much as Tom did. Now I couldn't wait to fuck Marie.

I quickly strapped the dildo into my harness and knelt again between Marie's thighs. She had raised herself on her elbows, and Tom had removed the straps of her nightgown from her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist. He was massaging her breasts and squeezing her nipples as she watched me. I moved over her to take the position that Tom had taken over me so many times. 

For a moment, I hovered there, looking down at her incredible body, the chemise clinging to her damply. I slowly pushed the dildo into her, and began to move. The sensation of power that I felt as I thrust the dildo into her pussy over and over again was a revelation. Marie grasped my upper arms and pushed her hips up to meet each thrust. Tom got to his knees at the head of the bed, and put his stiff cock between Marie's face and mine. We each licked it and nibbled at it as Tom's breath came harder and harder. I could see that his cock was almost painfully hard, the head swollen and dark. He would need to fuck her, soon. 

Seconds later, Tom grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me aside. He took my place between her legs, then looked at me for a long second. I knew that he wanted my assurance that it was okay for him to fuck Marie. I reached down between their bodies and wrapped my hand around his cock. For a few seconds, I rubbed the head of Tom's cock back and forth across Marie's clit. As I looked into Tom's face, I saw a look of blind, wild lust, one that I had often seen in our early days together, when he was so full of desire for me that he would sometimes come unannounced to my office to fuck me over my desk. I loved that look, and I knew then that there was no jealousy in this for me. I only wanted to watch Tom indulge that desire and be carried away by it. I guided his cock to her entrance, and released him. 

The look on Tom's face as he entered her was one of bliss, and also of tremendous relief. He fucked Marie like a savage. He held her shoulders down and pounded himself into her. He lifted her ankles onto his own shoulders and directed me to rub her clit as he continued his wild fucking of her tight, swollen pussy. Some of that time, I kissed her, sucked on her nipples, caressed her, but mostly I was transfixed by the sight of my husband's beautiful cock plunging into her. 

I rubbed my own clit as I watched; when Tom noticed what I was doing, he turned Marie around and placed her on hands and knees. "Move in front of her," he ordered me, and he entered her again from behind. I moved to lean against the headboard, under Marie's head, and she leaned forward and began to slide her tongue back and forth in my wet slit. I was so excited by her body, and by watching Tom fucking her, that it took no more than a minute before I felt my pussy swelling, warming, and tingling under Marie's tongue. 

I grasped Marie's shoulders as I came, shuddering as the orgasm bolted through me. Tom grinned, and gave two or three powerful thrusts before pulling his still rock hard cock from her. Quickly he turned her again and laid her on her back. Then he put his hands on her thighs and pushed her legs flat down on the bed, pressed together. He straddled her and pushed his cock back inside her pussy, now even tighter than it had felt before. 




Marie Accepts Her Needs



 (As in most of my stories Marie is a real person and I've tried to represent her fantasy. She is a drop dead gorgeous blond with a body to die for. I chatted with her long enough to know she is a sweet and caring woman with a strong sex drive. Those of you lucky enough to be in the UK and meet her will want her, be you a woman or a man. I hope you enjoy her fantasy and like me wonder if she has really experienced it)

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For weeks, months, maybe even years, I've known that I was missing something in my life. Something was always there interrupting my dreams, touching at the edge of my awareness. Yet for the most part I've lived and loved and assumed I was as happy as anyone I knew. Yeah, I was still chasing the dreams we all have, security, the right person to share with, a nice place to live and a great tan all year round.

I am not an egocentric type so when I tell you I am a fairly attractive blond, I am merely relating what I've been told over and over. Personally I think I'm average and take little effort to style my hair, often it looks like I've been in a strong wind, and when I lazily chose to wear my glasses I often get the "librarian" comments. I think my body may be considered above average and perhaps that lies at the root of my issue. I have what many of my former lovers would say more then a fucking handful for tits and my nipples are sensitive and when toyed with make my pussy drip. My legs are well formed and I love it whenever a lover allows me to wrap them around their head and pull their faces tight to my smooth shaved pussy. Lest I get pigeon holed as some lesbian, let me say that a tongue is a tongue but a cock is singularly more pleasurable then the various and sundry imitations I've tried when a hot hard one wasn't available.

Having said all that I hope you will still see that I am a normal woman with a fair appetite for sex. Yet, no matter how good the tongue, nor how long and hard the cock I was always thinking after, can't there be more. I considered the threesome and discarded it immediately. One lover was tough enough to keep emotionally happy and two, well two would be too many egos in the room. After all I wanted something more from sex, not someone else to convince it was great. I mean if I was having trouble thinking it was great, who was I to convince others.

I'd been trolling the Internet looking at various adult sites, trying to imagine myself in all of them. When after a few weeks of intermittently surfing the adult options I found myself leaning towards those with 'sticks and stones' I thought maybe that was my missing link. A lot more thought and some further investigation (trust me spanking yourself won't tell you anything) I began to look for a way to try this. I was a bit embarrassed to consider a boyfriend to confide in, not that I had one at the moment. I didn't think another woman was the answer, as I generally preferred woman for their softness and sensuality. I also didn't want to be someone who 'paid' for her thrills either. After all wasn't that something men did? At least here in the UK it was, I can only assume men are men no matter where they are.

So I began looking at those sites that acted like a dating service, where people with all sorts of needs look for like-minded people to match up. I noticed an ad looking for someone new, someone who wanted to be disciplined but who had not yet dipped their toe in, so to speak. I made a note of the e-mail address but did nothing for a few weeks, other then to go back and see if the ad was still there. When I found myself using my own nimble fingers night after night getting sticky as my pussy oozed on them as my mind imagined myself answering the ad, my orgasms came hard and fast.

Finally I set up an e-mail account on one of the free sites as 'first timer' at something or other dot com and sent this message.

"I have given this a good deal of thought and I still can not say this is for me, I've never done this before but I keep coming back to this ad and to this idea. If you are willing I'd like to know more. -- Marie."

I hit the send button then realized I'd used my own first name, dummy! I can't tell you how disappointed I was to check that e-mail account and see nothing for almost two weeks. When a response showed up one night it took me forever to open it, afraid of both rejection and acceptance. The message was brief.

"Marie if you still want to submit yourself to me then send me a one word reply of 'Yes', if not then good-bye. I will give you instructions in response to your yes, but will answer no further questions -- James."

I hit reply and froze. My fingers would not move to the 'Y' much less the "e" and the "s" button. It took an hour before I was able to type that one word and another to hit the send button. If I'd known it would take James another week to reply I might have changed my mind. His reply was very detailed.

"You are to be at 222 Oak Street at exactly 8PM tomorrow night. Do not be early. Do not be late. If you fail to show, do not contact me again. You will wear stockings and a garter belt, no pantyhose. Your heels should be at least four inches in height, higher would be better. You will wear a simple dress with no underwear. Please make sure that your make up is not overdone and that your hair is neat and clean. Expect to stay the night, unless you are rejected as un-trainable."

The night moved very slowly for me as I debated how far I wanted to take this thing. While I debated I looked at my clothes and decided I'd at least need to go purchase the hose and garter. I was satisfied with a dress I had and the make up and hair were no problem. The shoes would need to be purchased. I'd spent so much time thinking and debating I didn't realize how late it was and I headed for bed. As I pondered what I'd need to buy tomorrow and how long it would take me to get to Oak Street my fingers were buried once again in my wet pussy. When I realized how wet I was and how needy I felt I knew I'd be at the right address in the right clothes tomorrow night. My only worry was if I would stay the night or be dismissed.

The next morning I was a calm and determined young woman. Well I was a lot calmer after masturbating again that morning. Now that I'd made the decision to go tonight, I was eager and excited. I needed to pick up the shoes, garter and hose and so after a quick breakfast I headed out. The note said at least a four-inch heel, but indicted the higher the better so I started my shopping with the shoes. If, you're a woman then you know what it takes to find the right shoe, if you're a guy holding your cock right now waiting for the good parts, then, well never mind you'd never understand it. Shoes for me have to match me, not just fit and look right, their soul and mine must be in alignment. It took a few hours but I found a pair of five and a half inch stiletto heels. They were black, which would work well with the red dress I knew I'd be wearing. 

Pleased with myself in finding the right shoes, I headed to an upper crust woman's lingerie store and selected a lacy red garter belt that I knew would frame my pussy and make my ass look like desert. I selected a light black shade of hose and satisfied that I had everything I needed I had some lunch and used that time to broadcast a text message to my closest friends that I'd be unavailable that night and maybe through the weekend. I was hopeful that I'd not only impress James and stay the night I might be permitted to stay though Sunday. In my mind, having made the decision, I knew that this was something I could do, something I wanted to do.

It was a little after three when I made it back to my place. The time for going to Oak Street neared and I found my sexual needs rising. I elected to take a bath, a long hot bath in scented oils and allow my skin to absorb the fragrances and at the same time my I could relax and ponder what I was about to enter into. I knew the likelihood existed where I would leave of my own accord as soon as James spanked me harder then I was imagining. After all I had no idea what lever of pain I could endure or as the experienced submissive says on line, convert to pleasure. Nevertheless as I soaked in the bath and my hands talked to my swollen hard nipples and my achingly wet and ready pussy I pondered the possibilities.

Emerging from the bath I felt great, the orgasm my hand had given me combined with the fragrance of the bath oils left me feeling ready and I strolled naked to my kitchen for a small bite to eat, not knowing what I would or would not be offered later. Then I knew it was time to prepare and I was eager to don my outfit and become the sub looking for discipline. Getting dressed was never I mean never, this erotic for me. Sitting naked on the edge of my bed and facing the mirror on my closet door, I rolled first one then the other stocking over the smooth soft skin of my legs. As my hands brushed my upper thigh I could feel my hairless smooth pussy shudder in hopes of a return engagement from my hands. Strapping the red lacy garter about my waist and then slipping the stocking to it, I knew I needed to put on my shoes before I stood to see the effect of the stockings and garter. Slipping on the shoes I felt at one with the leather and closed my eyes to just enjoy the feel of them. As I stood a bit unsteadily at first from the height of the heels I waited to feel comfortable at that height then opened my eyes.

When I looked into the mirror and saw how sexy my pussy looked framed by the garter and stockings only the swollen lips of my slit showing, how my legs looked in the heels, my nipples got erect and hard in a flash and I could feel a dampness between my legs. I liked the girl in the mirror and I wanted to fuck her, she was so hot. My eyes fixed on my pubic mound smooth and promising of delight below. I knew if I didn't move, I might end up with myself in bed, again, and so I pushed myself to grab the dress and slid it on. It was as requested a sensible dress though by no means was it dull and ordinary. It came to mid thigh, below the top of the garter but enough of my thighs showed to make me pleased. The neckline was as modest as I had but with the size of my tits and the way my nipples insisted on protruding the modest had to be a relative term I loved the way my tits came together just above the dress forming that tender valley between them and in my mind pointing to the true treasure between my legs.

As I looked at the total picture I saw a housewife on her way from work, except for the shoes and the way my hard erect nipples pushed at the thin fabric. The shoes told anyone looking closely that this woman was so much more, that she was on her way somewhere and nothing would stop her. The nipples popping though the dress would tell you so much more about where I was headed. Yet I felt the need for a necklace to complete the look. I had lots of inexpensive neck chains and selected one that hung just to the onset of my cleavage, just when the very top edges of my tits formed the pathway that led between them. I knew that by their size my breasts would draw a number of eyes but I still clipped on an inexpensive necklace that came to just the top of that tunnel. I guess I always wanted something to bring a stranger's eyes where they wanted to go. Like most women I felt I needed a bit of jewelry and with the silver colored necklace I felt complete.

Looking at the clock I knew I needed to be moving, I hadn't realized what an ego trip just getting dressed would be. I drove across town and found Oak Street and parking available close to the house numbered 222. It was still a few minutes early so recalling the message and knowing not to be early or late, I sat quietly just watching the clock on my cell. When it clicked to 7:59, I shut it down and put it in the glove box, stepped from the car and carrying only the car key walked to the door of 222 Oak Street and knocked. There was a slight breeze in the night air and I could feel it on my legs and working its way to my bare ass under the dress. It felt like forever before the door opened but when it did I was surprised to see that James was an older man, not a doting old man, but certainly one in his late fifties if not into his early sixties. He was dressed in black slacks and a white cotton shirt. He wore slip on leather shoes and was otherwise unremarkable. He was handsome for an older man and he looked fit.

As I stood their wondering about James age my pussy twitched and a buzz reminded me of how hard my nipples were. Then James said.

"You must be Marie step into the parlor."

He turned to the side to let me pass and my feet moved to obey while my mind still pondered being with an older man. I heard James close the door and was relieved not to hear any locks set. I'd still not said anything when James spoke again.

"Marie, you've asked me to take you on, for a try at least, as my submissive. I believe you want to have a real taste of the lifestyle, the discipline the obedience, the giving up of choice on your part. Is this how you feel?"

I quickly re-examined all that had brought me here and I said.

"Yes, I think so."

"Well soon you will have a choice, the door you came in through will always allow you to exit if that's is what you chose. You may put your keys in this bowl her right next to that exit door. The door in front of us will take you inside and will be the first step in your journey. If you chose the first door, I give you credit for getting this far, if you chose the second door then let me tell you some of what you can expect."

Somehow his giving me the choice to leave made me more determined to stay, but I was still intelligent, not thinking with my pussy but with my brain and I paid attention to what James was saying as I put my keys down where he'd indicated.

"If you chose to enter my domain, you will leave behind you your own needs wants and desires. For as long as you are in my house you are but another of my possessions and subject to my wishes alone. This involves sex. You will be used according to my desires and not yours. You will subject yourself to my whims and you will look to me for permission for anything and everything that you do."

He paused to let me absorb his words and when I nodded he continued.

"Inside my house there is no nodding, unless your mouth is full of cock or pussy. You will always respond politely and you will always address me as Sir. You will always thank me for anything and everything. If I chose to fuck you or spank you, feed you or let my others subs use and abuse you, you will thank me and consider that granting my desires a gift to me from you."

This was a bit more then I'd imagined and never once had I assumed I would be the toy of more then one person. Yet, my pussy seemed on board with it as it was now leaking its juices down my thigh so I said.

"Yes, Sir. Thank You Sir."

James smiled then and said.

"If you are ready please make your choice."

I briefly looked back at the door I'd entered and then moved towards the inner door, the one that would lead me to what I hoped was what would fulfill me and end that emptiness I felt. James opened the door and I stepped into my role and his front room.

I almost gasped when I saw that the walls of this room were covered in mirrors and I could see James walking in behind me carrying a wide short leather belt. I could see all of me in the mirrors even my ass as I stood in the center of the room, waiting for instructions. When James smacked my ass lightly with his belt I did gasp and moved a step away.

"Stand still Marie. I gave you specific instructions on your dress tonight and to show up having ignored my instructions is something you will never do again."

I had stepped back to the center of the room as the belt struck my ass again, this time a bit harder. I dared not move again but said.

"Sorry, Sir. I thought I'd worn the clothing you'd asked for!"

This time there were two quick swats on my ass and James said.

"Marie! Are you questioning me?"

"No, sir. I don't understand."

Another two swats landed on my now tingling ass. I can't say they hurt me physically but my mind was racing to understand what I'd done wrong.

"Marie, what do you have on?"

His question was followed by a series of swats, moving from ass cheek to ass cheek and my mind tried to recall what I might have done. Just as the swats were becoming harsher I blurted out.

"Sir, the necklace! I apologize Sir."

A couple of final swats and James said.

"A good sub is always obedient. She must listen and obey. She is never to do more or less then her Master requires. Now remove that necklace and drop it to the floor."

My hands fumbled in my haste to unclasp the cheap chain about my neck and my ass was swatted continuously while I worked. Finally the chin dropped and James said.

"Very good Marie. Now turn to me and lift your skirt."

I'd easily slipped into my role. I'd made a mistake with the necklace but I was determined to be the obedient sub. I turned to James and lifted the hem of my dress exposing my garter-framed pussy.

"Very good Marie. I see you do not have pubic hair, that's very nice. Very good now drop the dress and turn back around."

I obeyed and stood looking into the mirrors watching James as he moved around me, examining me from every angle. The stinging in my ass subsided and my pussy was wet, I could feel my juices as they oozed from my wet slit onto my thighs. When James was in front of me he slipped his hand under my dress and found my pussy. Fingering me lightly he said.

"I see you are pleased so far. I will take this time to remind you that even your orgasms will come only with my blessings. Now place your feet under your shoulders."

I moved my feet slightly apart as James wiped his sticky fingers on my upper lip causing my own scent to permeate my head. Breathing the scent of my own sex was as exhilarating as it was humiliating when his hand when it pulled those juices from my cunt. As I stood breathing my sex James commanded.

"Marie unzip your dress and let it drop to the floor."

I reached behind me and lowered the zipper then shrugged my shoulders until my dress puddle at my feet. I was about to step out of that puddle of clothing when the belt once again landed upon my ass.

"I did not ask you to move Marie. Are you completely un-trainable?"

"No Sir."

I could not say any more as the belt pelted my now naked ass again and again. By the time James had stopped I could see in the mirror how red my cheeks were. The wide leather had not left any welts or streaks but my two ass cheeks were rosy. Then James walked from the room. I remained standing naked with my dress pooled at my feet not know what to do but knew already that if James had wanted me to follow he would have said so. An eternity passed before I heard footsteps coming towards me. They were soft and were not James' and my eyes looked in the direction of the sound and soon a woman emerged.

She was completely naked, not even shoes on her feet. She was slender and very beautiful, dark where I was light, her hair long and flowing her breasts almost as large as mine but pierced with rings through her nipples. Her pussy was covered in dark pubic hair and she walked with her feet apart leaving her pussy open. I could see her the lips of her cunt hanging beneath her pubic mound and was very aroused by her. I watched her come into the room and walk right up to me her nipples only a hair's length from mine. She looked deep into my eyes and said.

"Marie! My name is Michelle. I am James's. You are to come with me."

Then she turned and walked back the way she'd come and without hesitation I stepped from the pool of dress at my feet and followed her. As she led me up the stairs I could not help but stare at her naked ass, it was beautiful, round and firm and with her legs always apart as she walked I could see both her asshole and her pussy slit. Without thought I imitated her walk assuming it was what James would want from his sub. As I did the idea that I was even more exposed this way pleased me.




Marie Accepts Her Needs



Michelle silently led me into a large tiled bath. Then she pointed to a chair in the middle of the room and indicated I should sit. Then she knelt in front of me and slid my shoes off. She then reached up and unsnapped the stocking on my left leg and carefully rolled the material down and off my leg, setting it gently into my left shoe. Her touch was as light as a feather but I felt it in my pussy and reacted with a soft groan as Michelle repeated the process with my right leg. She then indicated I should stand and she unsnapped the garter belt and laid it next to my shoes. Then she led me into a large shower and after setting the water temperature she took a soft cloth and washed me. It was a very sensual wash, her hands gently touching and cleaning me everywhere. When she washed my breasts my nipples ached for her touch. When she washed my legs I waited for her hand to reach my pussy. When finally she used her cloth-covered hands at my cunt, I wanted to cum, but she said.

"Marie, control yourself, the Master is watching and has not given you permission to cum, nor has he given permission for me to make you cum. His discipline will encompass us both."

I held back and tried to ignore the feeling of her hands in my crotch as they cleaned both of my holes. It wasn't easy, especially knowing that James was watching, but I found Michele so attractive that the thought of her being disciplined for my failures gave me the strength to do so. We soon stepped from the shower and she dried me, then clipped my garter back in place, had me sit again and with the same sensuous movements slid my stockings back up my legs. As she fastened the clips and slid my shoes on I was struggling to maintain my composure.

"Master insists on his sluts cleanliness, Marie. As long as you remain with Master you are his slut and must obey his desires."

"Yes. I understand. Are you also my Mistress, should I call you that or what?"

"I am but another slut and like this you may use my name. If we are both with the Master you will refer to me as slut. As I will with you. Now come Marie it's time for you to become that slut."

I nodded and followed her back down the stairs and then down another staircase to the basement. I kept my legs apart as she did and felt a mild sense of accomplishment as I stepped into the room. As I gazed at the various equipment staged about the basement room I heard Michele turn and go back up the stairs leaving me I alone. I stood again in the center of the room and as I waited for James to arrive I could not help but wonder at the devices I saw and how they might be used. A small tremor of fear found a home in my stomach as I imagined myself having those devices used on me, not knowing for sure exactly how they would be used but knowing they would.

I thought about the term slut and what it had always meant to me, and how I 'd used it for girls I knew who fucked around. I realized that turning over my body and my mind to James and giving up my own desires that I was truly a slut and the thought pleased me. I wanted to be used if that's what it took for me to feel complete. I hoped I'd made the right choice and that this life, as someone's slut was what I needed. It was comforting to know that this was just a night maybe a weekend if I was good and it was what I was looking for then maybe there's be more. If not, well I was not a virgin and there was little I had not done in my life. Then James came in still holding the wide leather belt and all I could do now was hope I was right.

He said nothing as he placed cuffs on my wrists then attached them to a thick chain. Then he moved to the wall and winched the chain up, bringing my arms up over my head until I was only able to keep the toes of my shoes on the ground. The fear in my gut grew a little.

He used the wide belt on my ass a few time then used it on my tits. The pain was real and my tits screamed in my brain from the attack but I bit my lip to remain quiet. James was still and let me conquer this pain then he said.

"It's time to learn about my new slut. I will not accept lies or evasion and you will answer my question without hesitation and without edit. Do you understand me slut?"

"Yes Sir."

I blurted it out without thought, knowing any delay would bring the belt upon me but more importantly it would show my failure to be obedient.

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Sir, I was fourteen."

I felt good responding without pause and remembering to call him Sir.

"Tell me about it slut."

"Sir, it was a boy I knew from school. His name was Bill. He and I were doing a lot of kissing and touching for weeks it seems and one night when Bill and I met he had some beer. I let him touch my breasts under my shirt and it felt so good that when his other hand slipped inside my pants I allowed that too. I will not say it was the beer, I believe I wanted what was happening. He managed to remove my blouse and bra and was sucking on my nipples and I loved it. I don't recall Bill removing my panties from under my skirt and never noticed that Bill was naked until I felt him move on top of me and felt his dick on my vagina. Still I didn't try to stop him, even when he pushed all the way in and his hard dick filled me."

As I spoke James was touching me and rubbing my body everywhere but where I wanted. He rubbed my arms and shoulders, my legs, my belly but stayed away from my tits and crotch. "It was over fairly quickly, Sir. Bill stoked in and out once or twice then came. He got up and we left."

"Did he fuck you again?"

"Yes, Sir. Bill fucked me a couple more times then I think he grew tired of me and stopped calling."

"Did you enjoy his fucking, slut?"

"Sir, at the time I didn't know any better and thought it was exciting. I later learned that it hadn't been very good at all."

"Tell me you took another lover."

I found it interesting his choice of lover, because my second experience was with my cousin Alice. I replied.

"It was about a year later Sir. I was fifteen by then."

James was now fondling my tits.

"Tell me."

"Sir, it was with a woman, or girl. Alice, my cousin and I were very close at that time and one night we'd found some weed in her brother's room and snuck a joint. We got very high and I told her about Bill and how he's fucked me a couple of times and then left. Alice asked if I'd had an orgasm and I guess the confused look on my face told her I hadn't. She insisted I experience it and had me strip naked. She did too and although we'd seen each other any number of times naked being stoned made me look at her differently. She's a small girl with reddish hair and tiny tits. She took me to her bed and she first kissed me and maybe it was the grass but I enjoyed it and kissed her back. Then she played with my body eventually using her tongue on my pussy and made me cum. "

James was now pulling on my nipples as I told my story and it was very hard for me to concentrate. He asked.

"Did you return the favor to Alice?"

"Yes, Sir."

James pulled and twisted both nipples hard and I realized he wanted more.

"Yes, Sir. I used my tongue on Alice and my hands on her tits. I enjoyed tasting her as much as I enjoyed how she'd tasted me. We did each other many times that night and frequently got together for more then a year to repeat it." Still pulling and now pinching my nipples I groaned at the pain and felt my pussy calling me.

"So was it all girls and women for you then?"

"No, Sir. I had a few different boys now and again that year along with my times with Alice. Most of the boys were like Bill, quick and gone some were better but none of them made me orgasm like Alice."

"So what brings you to me slut?"

I knew he'd ask this and I said.

"Sir. I've since had men, older men and learned that they too could give me an orgasm and though I like having sex with men and women, the orgasms seem to be not enough somehow. I feel as though there is more I need. I began visiting adult web sites, reading about different ways men and women, or women and women and men with men. I've read about men watching their women fuck strangers, and women bringing women to bed for their husbands. But it was this, the discipline, the obedience sites that I kept returning to. When I saw your ad for someone looking to try this life, I felt I had to try it."

James had stopped with my nipples and they now ached for his touch. He walked to a cabinet behind me and returned holding something in his hands.

"Do you think slut, that it was you big tits and firm ass that drew your partners? That perhaps they all selected you for your body alone and not for who you might be?"

"Yes, Sir. Lately I have felt used and too many times once had been enough for me with a lover. I began to feel as though I was just a vessel for a man's cock, a cunt for a woman's tongue."

"Then perhaps that is what you are missing, the feeling of being needed for you and not just your body."

James hand took my left nipple and pulled it hard then with his right hand he placed a clamp at the base of the nipple. Pain shot though me and I groaned aloud but my pussy twitched as if nodding its approval and when James repeated the clamping of my other nipple I did cry out.

"Oh god Sir. Oh shit."

I then clamped my mouth shut for a moment and tried to control the conflicting emotions in my mind. The pain was real but so was the twitching in my pussy. I felt as though one more touch, one more slap of leather on my ass and I would cum and cum hard. Then James spoke.

"You did not answer my last question slut."

AS the pain continued in my nipples I struggled to recall his last question. 

"Yes, Sir. Perhaps that was true but there was one man who seemed to truly love me and want me, who took interest in my life and my work. Yet, no matter how close to him, no matter how hard I came with his hard cock inside me, no matter how much I enjoyed everything he and I did, I still felt as though I was missing something. So, yes Sir. Most of my lovers, both male and female used my and enjoyed nothing more them my body."

James was now lowering my arms and the ache in my shoulders and feet, one that I had not really paid attention to ease, as I was able to stand in my heels. My nipples were throbbing and my pussy was dripping as James went to fetch something else. When he stood before me I saw he had something that looked like a giant fishhook but instead of a sharp barb at the tip there was a large ball. It looked to be stainless steel and I felt a nibble of fear again.

"This is a discipline hook that is used in either an ass or a pussy. I will attaché it to a chain, similar to the one holding your arms and then insert it in whichever of your holes that I desire. Then I will hoist it up and suspend you for a bit. It will hurt slut, but it will also bring you pleasure if you allow it. If you manage to accept this without complaint I will bring Michele in and let her lick you to orgasm. I can see from the sheen on your thighs that you are hungry slut."

I was paralyzed with fear as he clearly told me what he would do to me. He gave me no choice other then to accept and be rewarded or complain and not be rewarded. As he applied some sort of lubricant to the large ball tip I shuddered at the impending insertion knowing that it would be my ass. Yet I was also anxious to feel it, to come to know the pain and learn how I would deal with it. I also wanted badly to cum.

As expected James put the tip of the ball against my asshole and gently pushed. I felt my ass resisting and knew I needed to relax if I had any chance of accepting this object. I'd had cocks and plugs in my ass before so I let me ass relax. As James forced the large ball in to my ass I wanted to scream as the pressure was so much more then any plug or cock I'd had but instead I bit my lips forcing my screams down into my throat. I felt and heard it pop into me, now past my sphincter the pressure was still intense and the pain present but he managed to slide it deep into me. 

I was breathing raggedly now and as he winched the chain the hook buried even deeper into me and I tasted my own blood as I bit into my lips to contain my screams. When I felt my feet leave the floor I could no longer contain my screams but I did not complain.

"Shit, shit, shit oh damn shit, shit shit, oh my god, ohhhhhhhhhhh."

Nonsense syllables but they were loud and James only smiled and left me there. The pain in my ass erased any thought of how my clamped nipples felt as I hung from the hook in my ass. Sometime later as my pussy gushed juices onto my splayed thighs I noticed Michele standing before smiling. My eyes focused on her pierced nipples and then her eyes and I saw her raw desire. When she knelt down and took my clit between her teeth and bit hard I screamed and shuddered as I came harder and longer then I ever thought possible. She stood up and kissed me then leaned into my ear and said.

"You are doing well slut, Master is pleased. The first orgasm was to prepare you for another. I am going to eat that pussy of yours until you cover my face with your cum. Enjoy this slut you have earned it."

I could not speak. MY body was still convulsing from my orgasm but I managed to smile and nod as Michele knelt again and slowly, very slowly licked and sucked my throbbing needed pussy. She slowly brought me to the edge and backed off again and again, occasionally whispering to me that she was helping me to build to a better orgasm. She told me to be patient that learning to hold back was the whole point of the training.

Again and again he lips and tongue teased my pussy and my mind always stopping seconds before I was about to cum. I could look down and see my juices covering her face and wanted so much to cum for her. The hook in my ass made my asshole throb with each lick and suck Michele gave my pussy and my nipples grew even harder making the clamps bite them more deeply.

When Michele stood one more time she whispered.

"Now, slut. Cum for Master now."

She licked my nipple then stood back and I came. I came even harder, and as my body jerked and spasmed the hook in my ass and the clamps on my nipples issued additional impact to my orgasm. Even Michele standing there and smiling as she watched me contort increased the pleasure I felt. I never felt the orgasm end, as the intensity of it must have made me pass out. My next recollection was lying on cool satin sheets in a large bed. Michele was lying next to me holding me tight and soothingly kissing me and stroking me. The hook was gone and so were the clamps that had tortured my nipples. I felt weak and used but surprisingly happy. I felt that I had reached that emptiness I'd seen in my life. I felt good. 

"Slut, Master will be in soon. Are you ready to serve his needs?"

"Yes, Michele. I think I am."

"Thinking is not doing. Do what he tells you and remember it is his pleasure you seek, not your own. If Master wishes he will allow you to cum. You must not cum unless he allows. Can you do that slut?"

"I don't know if I can, but I do know I want to."

"Our Master is very good with his cock, he has amazing control slut. You must match his control. You must do all you can; you must focus on his orgasm. If you can make him cum, in your pussy, your ass, your mouth or your hand Master will be pleased. Now I must go."

After she left, I thought about her advice and about all I'd read before coming here. I weakly got up from the bed and smoothed the sheets. I moved to a spot I'd be seen when James opened the door and knelt. I spread my knees as far apart as I could opening myself up for him. I leaned back and say on my heels, the arched my chest forward presenting my tits to him, I placed my hands on my thighs, palms up and fingers splayed in supplication. I then titled my head to the floor and waited. I had no idea of the time, I know I'd arrived at eight but so much has happened including some sleep on my part. I was tired but felt alive and determined to please this older man. 

When James came to me I remained staring at the floor and saw his leather shoes as he neared me. Impulsively I leaned forward and kissed the tips of his shoes then sat back in my stance.

"Very good Marie. Now let us see if you have become your Master's slut. Stand and look at me."

I stood and moved my head and eyes up to look at James. He walked around me and when he was back in front of me he said.

"Remove my clothes."

Slowly I reached up to his shirt and gently unbuttoned it, then pulled the tails from his trousers. As I folded the shirt from his hair chest I bent forward and softly kissed his chest, his nipples and kissed my way lower licking his belly as I knelt to deal with his shoes and pants. I gently pulled first on foot then the other and removed his shoes and socks, kissing his bare feet as I accomplished each foot. I then reached up and unbuckled his belt and then the button holing his pants together. Unzipping his fly I gently pulled his trousers down and again taking one foot at a time slipped the pants off. I kissed each foot again as I had when taking off his socks. Nervous now I slowly pulled his shorts down revealing his semi erect cock and hairy balls, as I again adored each foot as I lifted it and removed his shorts. When his was naked I resumed my position kneeling before him.

"Let's see if you know how to suck a man's cock."

I moved up and slowly licked his from tip to balls then back again. I licked and used my tongue on the head of his cock enjoying the taste of him. I used my hands to massage his balls and opened my mouth to take him in. Slowly I took more and more of his still semi-erect cock into my mouth. I used my tongue to massage his cock as I sucked and sucked him. As I felt his cock begin to grow I tightened my lips and slid my mouth up and down his growing member. He was getting fatter and longer and soon I was able to take him into my throat, gagging only a little, more for his enjoyment then my own discomfort. I moved my head up and down, keeping my hands busy with his balls as his cock became rock hard. I let it fall from my lips and licked him again from top to bottom, taking first one ball then the other and finally both into my mouth and sucking them. I wanted him in m y mouth again so I freed his balls from my mouth and used my hands to hold them as I engulfed his full hard cock and used my mouth to fuck it. I was enjoying the feel of him piercing my throat and his balls banging on my chin as saliva drooled from the corners of my mouth. I could have gone on for hours the feel of him in my mouth was wonderful, so hard and hot 

James placed his hand on my head and said.

"Enough slut. Fairly decent though with more training you will be acceptable. Now with your feet remaining on the floor lay facedown on the bed and spread your ass for me."

I did as instructed and used my hands to open my ass for James. I felt his hard cock head pushing against my asshole and relaxed and invited him into me. He plunged in so fast I gasped and held my ass checks wider for him. He pummeled my ass and I loved it. I managed to hold back the urge to orgasm and rocked my ass back into him as he pounded me from behind. Without warning or missing a stroke his cock left my ass and filled my cunt, never stopping the rapid movement of his hips as he now drilled and filled my pussy. It was harder now, much harder to hold my orgasm but I never stopped trying remembering Michele's advice and also how magnificent my orgasm had been earlier when she had kept me form coming.

I fucked James back as he took my cunt and ravaged it from behind. He began to slap my ass with his hands as he rammed in and out of me and I held on, pushing up to meet him, clasping my cunt together to rub on his cock as it pushed in and out of me. His stamina was remarkable, like no one I'd ever been with and my pussy was demanding I let go and cum, but I knew I had to hold on longer, as long as I could and I focused on James' cock and not my cunt. He pulled out and said




Marie Accepts Her Needs



"Get up on the bed, slut. On your back and hold your ankles close to your ears."

I complied and the humiliation of opening myself to him that way never bothered me, all I wanted was for him to cum inside one of my holes. I began to feel that only the spray of his hot cum would allow me to cover his beautiful cock with my own ejaculate.

Legs splayed and both holes available and already reamed and open James started again with my ass. This time he was slow and steady, enjoying the feel of my ass as I clenched about his stiff rod while it impaled me over and over. I did not look at his eyes but focused instead on his cock as it moved in and out. When he moved to my cunt I watched as my pussy lips grabbed at his cock with withdrawal and how they rode inside with his cock when he pushed into me. I was fascinated by the site of James cock as it moved back and forth in my cunt, never had I ever had any desire to be an observer. Somehow observing my own cunt while it was being so masterfully fucked was different and my eyes were glued to the union. 

My pussy was begging me, and my tits had joined in the plea as they ached to be touched, my need to cum was overwhelming. I held on and forced back the urges from my pussy and tits and stayed focused on my Master. Yes, I accepted him now and my Master. I could no longer even think of him as James. I knew that if I were to have any chance of being asked to return to this pleasure palace I would need to have my Master cum and wait for his permission to orgasm. I accept the idea that my pleasure is someone else's to control.

Well, it's one thing to accept but it's another thing to accomplish it. I wish I could tell you that I did, I wanted to and I actually cried when my orgasm overtook me and I came hard and could not stop. I cried both from the pleasure of my orgasm and the failure of my mind. As my pussy gushed my cum all over my Master's cock I dreaded the rebuke I expected from Master. Yet my orgasm continued as Master fucked on and on. I'd never experienced an orgasm that would not stop, perhaps it was a series of orgasms or one big one, I don't know but I came and came as my Master fucked me.

When Master allowed his cock to spew his seed I came harder and the feel of his hot cum as it sprayed the inside of my pussy was unique. As my Master stood next to the bed he looked down at me, my ankles still clasped in my hands and held against my ears, my cunt wide open and gushing our combined fluids he said.

"Very good for your first time slut. Sleep now, will speak more in the morning."

I released my les and rolled on my stomach not knowing my fate with Master but knowing my desire to be here was truly what I was looking for. In the morning, Michele came for me, still naked and if possible more beautiful then ever.

"Master is pleased slut. I too am pleased and happy that you have grown in your first visit. Come now Master wishes it."

I followed her to the dining room and seeing places set for three and then Michele sitting to Master's right I hesitated until Michele pointed to the chair and motioned for me to sit. Fresh fruit and eggs were in front of me and I ate tentatively more interested in Master's words then the food.

"After breakfast Marie you will dress and depart for your home. In two weeks I will summon you to return. Again you may come back or not, that is still your choice. I will offer this to you because you show promise Marie, you are not a slut yet, but I believe it is in your nature to be one. Maybe you will not choose to be mine, but someday you will belong to someone and you will be very good.

I've given you a taste of the life and if it, or more specifically, I am what you want then make your preparations with you work and friends. If you elect to return it will be permanent, for as long as you wish to be here. But do not come back for a few days, true training requires time. If you come back in two weeks you come back not as a guest as you were this time, but as a member of my house."

I munched my fruit and tried to contain the joy I felt of his approval and his offer. He continued.

"I expect no decisions until I call for you. If in this time you elect to return, you will return naked. You will drive or walk here and only your body and mind will enter, nothing of your former life will be allowed. You will have no need of clothing in this house or unless I determine it. You will be trained to serve me and my guests and you and Michele will be allowed to enjoy each other as long as I have no immediate need or you are not being disciplined for failure."

"Now go and dress then go home and think hard Marie, the next time you hear my voice I will be asking for my slut."

I went to a room where Michele stayed and saw her nicely furnished living quarters. I asked her.

"Am I treading on your territory, would you prefer Master to yourself?"

"No slut. If you chose to return and become fully acquainted with this lifestyle only then will you understand my response. Know only that I do hope you come back but only if you wish it."

I nodded and kissed her good bye at the door. My car keys were where I'd left them, as was my car. I left the cell in the glove box I guess I'd already decided to begging to sever my ties with my world. I ignored the messages on my landline at home and showered. It would be a long two weeks but there was much to do. I needed to sell my townhouse, donate my clothes, cancel my electric and cable. So much to do I knew the time would fly by. I'd found what I'd been missing and now I just needed to make the preparations and return to Oak Street. 

The time did pass quickly and the e-mail from Master said.

"If you're my slut you need to arrive by eight tonight, not early, not late."

I stripped off the last set of clothes I had and put them in the donation box that the movers would take to charity and I walked naked across the dark lot to my car. I drove to Oak Street and waited on the porch for the door to open. I was naked but not concerned. When the door opened I went into my home.



Marie: After The Storm



This is the continuation of the "Stormy Night With Marie" series. I recommend you read those stories first before reading this. As always, your votes and feedback are appreciated.

Marie and I laid holding each other in our parents bed for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each others bodies against each other.

"Well, I think we should get up and get going." Marie said. "We both have things to get done today, and I need to go job hunting."

"Yeah," I replied, "I have some lawns to get cut around the neighborhood." I made some extra money mowing lawns for some of the neighbors, and I had 3 I needed to get done that day.

We both jumped in the shower again, no funny business this time, and cleaned off after our morning romp in mom and dad's bed. I took my time getting dressed, because I was busy watching Marie get ready for her job searching trip. It was really erotic watching her do her hair while she was still naked. Marie picked out a short skirt and tight blouse. Underneath the skirt she wore a thong. "Don't want any panty lines showing while job hunting," Marie said. She wore a silky bra, with just enough support to let her tits bounce a little under her top.

We said goodbye at the front door, and I got the riding mower out of the garage and started to make my rounds. We live in a pretty upscale neighborhood, and almost everybody has a pool. I saw a few trophy wives and some pretty teenage girls sunning by their pools in bikinis while I cut the grass. The sight of some older, mature ladies and their hard bodied teenage daughters wearing next to nothing soon had me in a state of arousal, and it was hard to concentrate on the lawns. But, I made it through my duties, and made my way back home. I saw Marie's car in the drive, and I went in to see how her day had gone. Marie was sitting at the kitchen table, looking a little down and drinking a wine cooler.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"Not too good," Marie replied. "I must have filled out 6 or 7 applications, but everybody said they had already done their summer hiring. I'm so desperate, I almost stopped at that strip club just outside of town to see if they needed any more dancers!"


"You're kidding!" I exclaimed.

"What, don't you think I'm pretty enough?" Marie asked.

"It's not that," I replied, "You are definitely pretty enough, and you have a great body. I just didn't think you’d ever do something like that." 

"Well, thanks." Marie said smiling, "I actually stopped at the club, but I couldn't get the nerve up to get out of the car."

I had been to that strip club a few times myself. It was a B.Y.O.B. club, so you only had to be 18 to get in, and the strippers got totally naked.

"So, what do we do for the rest of the day?" I asked.

Marie thought for a few moments and then her face lit up. "Hey, remember what I said about buying a new bikini? Let's go to the mall."

That wasn't what I had in mind, Marie and our mother had dragged me around that mall countless times before, but, if it made Marie happy, I'd go.

I took a quick shower to rinse the grass and dust off me, and put on some khaki shorts and a t-shirt. I met Marie downstairs. She was wearing the same outfit as before, but she had made a few alterations. I could see right away that she had removed her bra, her hard nipples were very evident under her top. She did a quick twirl for me, and when her skirt flew up around her waist, all I saw was a string separating her ass cheeks. The front of her new panties was a piece of cloth that just did cover her pussy.

"You can't try on swimwear without underwear, so I put on my tiniest g-string so I can still try on a thong and get a good look at what it will look like without panties," Marie explained.

I had no problem with that, and we were soon on our way to the mall. We must have spent 2 hours hitting every store that sold swimwear. Most of the more conservative stores didn't even sell thong bikinis, and the ones that did sell them, didn't seem to have anything Marie liked. We were just about to give up, when we saw a lingerie store that we hadn't tried yet, so we went on in. It was getting late, and we were the only ones in the store besides the clerk. The young lady behind the counter smiled as we walked in, and started towards us. She looked to be in her early 20's and was very attractive. She was a little taller than Marie, about 5'6" and had a slightly bigger build, but still slender. She had a pretty face with green eyes and her face was framed by he shoulder length red, curly hair. Her name tag identified her as "Laura". 

"Hi there, what can I help you with tonite?"

Marie told her what she was looking for, and they soon made their way to a far wall covered with bikinis. I hung back a little, mostly to get a look at Laura's ass. She was wearing tight black leather pants, and I looked, but couldn't find any panty lines. Well, she works in a lingerie store, I thought to myself, she has access to all the thongs and g-strings she would ever need. Some of the racks I saw had swimwear and underwear for guys, so i was checking out some of the boxers and thongs, when Laura called out to me.

"I think you're girlfriend has found something she likes, why don't you come over and give her your opinion."

I started to walk over, trying to figure out a response to her "girlfriend" remark, but, Marie beat me to it.

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend," Marie said as she took me by the hand, "He's my brother." 

Marie led me to the dressing room while Laura looked on with a shocked expression on her face. When we reached the dressing room, we turned to see Laura heading for the front doors of the store. I was afraid for a moment that she was going to get mall security to throw the "perverts" out of her store. When she reached the doors, however, Laura closed them and locked them, putting out the "Closed" sign. She turned and made her way back the us with a nervous grin on her face.

"I thought you'd like a little privacy." Laura said.

We entered the dressing room and I sat on the bench. Marie handed the red bikini to Laura, and proceeded to strip. Soon she was standing there just wearing her g-string, her nipples hard. Laura looked her up and down with approval, and handed Marie the thong bottom. Marie turned away from us and bent to pull on the thong. She pulled it slowly up her legs and we saw the thin strip disappear between her cheeks. Laura stepped up behind Marie and looped the bikini top over Marie's head. Marie adjusted the cups of the top over her tits, and Laura tied it off in the back.

"Now, let's make sure it's fitting right," Laura said.

Laura stood behind Marie and reached around to Marie's chest. Laura slid her hands under the bikini top and held both tits in her hands as she adjusted the fit of the cups.

"That's better," Laura said, "Now bend over and let's see about this thong."

Marie turned towards me, and I saw the look of arousal on her face, and the hardness of her nipples under the top. Laura stood behind Marie and I saw her hand drift towards Marie's ass. I got up and walked behind both girls to watch this. Laura's fingers slipped under the material of the thong and slid from Marie’s ass up and down her crevice, adjusting the fit. Marie shuddered a little as Laura's fingers passed over her pussy, and I was sharing some of the same feelings, my cock rock hard by now. Marie straightened up and turned to face us. The look of arousal was very evident to both Laura and myself.

"Well, what do you think, Ray?" Marie asked.

"I love it!" I replied.

"I think I'll take it then," Marie said.

"Great choice, I have one just like it in black," Laura said.

Marie stripped the bikini off and handed it to Laura. She put her skirt and top back on, Laura and myself watching the whole time. We made our way to the counter to make our purchase, and Marie noticed a "Help Wanted" sign on the counter.

"Hey, can I get an application?" Marie asked. "I've been looking for a job for quite a while now."

Laura smiled and handed her one. I didn't feel like standing around for another half hour while she filled it out, so I told her I’d meet her at the book store down the hall. Laura walked me to the door and unlocked it.

"It was nice to meet you, Ray. Hopefully if Marie gets hired, you'll come visit us."

"I'd like that," I replied, and wished her good night as i left.

Marie found me not too long after, and we made our way out of the mall to the parking lot. Marie put her arm in mine, and leaned in close to me as we walked. I opened the car door for Marie, and as she got in, Marie let her legs fall open just enough so I got a good look up her skirt. As soon as I got in the drivers seat, Marie pulled her skirt up around her waist and grabbed my hand and guided it to her crotch.

"Feel how wet I am? I couldn't believe she would feel me up like that! That's the first time a girl has touched me since college, i forgot how good it felt!"

"You've had sex with a girl!" I exclaimed.

"Sure, everyone experiments a little in college, well, most girls do anyway."

I started to drive home with Marie's skirt still up at her waist, her hands down the front of her panties.

Marie stared at me with a wicked grin. "I'm gonna do something naughty!" Marie lifted her butt off the seat and skimmed her g-string down all the way off. She sat there naked from the waist down, her skirt still around her waist. Marie slipped her right hand down to her pussy and started to massage her slick lips. Her left hand reached under her top and pulled it up and over her head. Marie sat there naked except for her skirt. It was dark out now, and I don't think anyone could see her nakedness while we drove down the street.

"Did you like seeing her feel me up, Ray? Her fingers felt real good, they pinched my nipples brushed over my clit. I almost came right there in the dressing room!" Marie's hand was busy at her pussy as she talked, while the other hand caressed her breasts and nipples.

"You liked watching another girl touch me didn’t you, Ray? I bet it made your cock real hard!"

I was having a hard time concentrating on the road while Marie teased me and masturbated herself. I made it home in record time, and parked in the driveway. Marie made no effort to leave the car, so we sat there while she continued to touch herself. Marie slid a finger in her cunt and used her other hand to rub her clit hard.

"Suck my nipples Ray! I wanna cum so bad."

I leaned over, not caring if any of our neighbors could see us, and took a nipple in my mouth. Marie groaned and started to work her clit even faster.

"God, I wish Laura was here, so she could suck my tits with you, Ray! I bet she's sucked lots of tits and pussy!"

I pinched her right nipple while I sucked her left nipple hard. I could tell Marie was getting close.

"God, I'm gonna cum!" Marie yelled and exploded all over her hands.

I sucked her nipple hard as she came, reveling in it's hardness in my mouth. Marie's body shook with her orgasm, and she bucked her hips up and down off the seat. As her body slowly recovered, I held her close, and caressed her face.

"God, that was good!" Marie said smiling. "But, I think we should get into the house before anyone sees us."

Marie smoothed her skirt back down and slipped her top back on. She picked up her panties and handed them to me, smiling. We made our way into the house and stood there for a minute, then we both broke up and started laughing, not believing what we had just done.

"Well, what do we do for an encore?" I asked.

Marie thought for a minute. " I have and idea," she said, "Let's go skinny dipping!"

To be continued.