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New Territory

By: DaddysAngel23



As Annie lay shaking, still tied face-up and spread eagle to the kitchen table, she knew she deserved this. She'd asked for it, begged even, and now here she was trussed up for the night totally exhausted but still loving every second. 

Her wrists and ankles were sore, raw from pulling against the soft ropes for so long, still she found herself tugging against them every so often trying to touch herself. She could smell sex heavily, the sweat and cum drying on her skin making her sigh for the taste again. Her nipples burned from the nooses still holding them, even more than her skin which still sung with the after sting of the whip and crop welts she had begged for. 

More than anything though her thoughts were on the screaming pleasure between her legs. She could feel the spreading puddle of her juices flowing steadily down her stretched and abused ass to collect beneath her rosy, stinging cheeks. Since early this morning she had had the length of beads in and out of her ass. As almost an after thought her Master, her husband David had placed three clips back on her tender pussy before kissing her good night and turning off the lights. Soft yet tight one gently pinched the swollen hood of her clit, and one attached to each wet lip taped open to her thighs. 

With each movement she was reminded how she had begged for this, pleaded for each bit that would push her closer to her as yet unfulfilled need. Drifting into a light sleep her dreams returned her to that morning when it had all started. When her life had most likely changed for good.

Her husband, David, Daddy had woken her as she so loved very early that Saturday morning. Without a word urging her sleeping body onto her side. Kissing her neck and shoulder he gently probed her pussy until she woke enough to push back, moaning sleepily. Blending for a few minutes with the erotic dream she'd been having she lost herself in being taken by him. Slowly fucking her awake he gently pulled her hair. Tilting her head back to nibble at her neck and ears growling, "You sure are wet when you are just taken, what a naughty girl."

  Thats when it had slipped out, in her barely conscious state. She hadn't even realized it at the time, thinking it was part of the dream. 

"Fuck your slut Daddy." She had whimpered, grinding against him. Sinking his teeth into her neck he thrust into her hard, growling. Coming fully awake with the orgasm washing over her she'd cried out shaking in his arms, holding her against his pounding hips.  

It wasn't until later when she was sitting to her first cup of coffee that she thought about it, smiling to herself. They had played with the idea of a D/s type relationship but he had always avoided it. Saying she didn't really want it, she was too headstrong to handle that much control. Part of her knew he was right but any time he had restrained her or excerted any control over her she had felt a new, different thrill and found herself thinking she was willing to do any thing he wanted. 

She jumped at the feel of his breath on her ear, he'd walked up behind her while she'd been lost in her thoughts. "Good morning my sweet Angel." 

She turned her head, kissing him. Engulfed into he scent of his cologne and shampoo. While she'd thrown on a bathrobe and run for coffee he had showered and dressed. She admired him quietly as he went for his own cup. His tall medium sized form moved with strength but hid the real power that always surprised her when they got to wrestling around. Leaning against the counter he returned her gaze with his peircing green eyes, making her heart melt as it had from the first time he looked at her. 

Sipping her coffee she tried to ignore the caress of his eyes trailing over her curves under the thin silk robe. Slowly surveying her body from her ankles to her eyes, until his look settled on the tight bun now restraining her hair. 

"Put your hair back down, Lover." He said quietly, not asking. With a slight shiver Annie pulled the bun loose with deft fingers, shaking her head a little to free it all. Falling in red waves down her back to curl around her waist, she let it fall over her shoulders as she sat back relaxing her legs open a bit. 

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his voice calm and soothing. She knew what he meant and smiled, nodding immediately. He held up and finger, cautioning her. "Wait, think about it." His eyes boring into hers. "You are a stubborn woman, rebelious. I love that part of you but, you would have to put that aside Annie. You will do what I say, when I say without argument or you will be punished." Annie shivered again but remained silent. "You have said you would by me slave, my slut to use as I please. If you would really like to do that then it will be total, for say, the rest of the weekend. Today and tomorrow." Annie smiled again nodding. David smiled slightly, a knowing grin that said he'd expected the answer. He answered only, "Open your robe," waiting for her to move to obey he finished, "and beg."

Sitting up straight at the end of her chair her hands shook as she moved to untie the small belt at her waist. She was suddenly nervous, uncertain if she could do and be all he wanted without argument. Her arms brushing lightly over her hard nipples standing erect against the fabric told her all she really needed to know. Standing as she dropped the belt the light fabric slid off her shoulders easily, gliding over her body as it felt to the floor. 

"Please Daddy," she pleaded, smiling a little at the sudden silliness of it. "Please make me your slut." Running her hands over her hips and up her stomach to cup her breasts, squeezing them a little. She purred, "Use me, tell me what you want, make me your slave Master." 

Walking towards her to stand inches from her he smiled devilishly, "Sit back down, slut. Let me see you obey now." Annie sat quickly, folding her hands in her lap. " Put your hands behind you, on the top of the chair." She obeyed, her breasts thrust upward as her breathing quickened. 

"Yes Master." she giggled, playing with him. He surprised her by taking both nipples roughly between his fingers, pulling them towards him. She moaned, arching her back to keep her grip on the chair. 

"I did not invite you to speak, slave." He growled, "You just sit there unless I ask you a direct question." Rolling her nipples as he spoke made her whimper, trembling slightly. "Do you understand, my pet?"

"Yes, Master," she whimpered, "oh, yes." With those two words, my pet, she felt an ache begin in her wet folds that couldn't be denied. Watching her pant and writhe a bit longer he finally released her nipples. 

Spreading her legs gently he told her to hold them wide with a look. Keeping his eyes locked on hers he slid one finger slowly, deep between her folds until his palm rested against her mound. Pulling it back out he held it up before her eyes.

"You just ran right out here this morning didn't you? Didn't even clean my cum from your pussy." Annie didn't answer, she didn't have to, the evidence was running down his finger. "Hhhmmm, I think I know what you are having for breakfast this morning. Open your mouth, pet, you are going to help me clean you up." Annie moaned as she sucked his fingers clean, licking it from her lips as he plunged two fingers back into her for more. Over and over he brought the tart sweetness to her lips and she purred while lapping it up, shaking on his questing fingers as they sought out all there was. Soon it was only her taste he brought to her. All the while his other hand was roaming lightly over her body as he told her what a good slut she was.

"You must really enjoy being used to cum this much for it Darling." Taking first one nipple then the other gently between his lips, suckingly between words. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in my pet." 

Annie gasped a little, "What..." she said before she remembered she wasn't aloud to speak. 

David smiled wickedly, "You'll pay for that one." Glancing at the clock he stood. "Go get your self cleaned up, and I mean clean."He said meaningfully. "Your clothes will be waiting the bed for you." Annie rushed off blushing furiously, she knew he wanted her to use an enima before showering. While she didn't mind doing it for him at all, it was a little embarrassing for him to tell her. Hurrying through her shower, she threw the towel around herself and jumped out to see what he wanted her to wear for the day. She was begining to suspect that he had been planning all of this for some time. In fact he acted like he had done this before, which he had certainly never mentioned. She wondered if he had been waiting to do this all the time the were dating and this first year of marriage. 

Walking into the bedroom, she barely had a chance to glance over the clothes laid out before she was pushed face down on the bed the towel falling from her wet body her legs hanging off the side. 

"Spread your legs." He ordered, "and pull your ass open right now." Annie felt an instant reaction to his commands, obeying simply to see what he would do. She yelped when warm lubricant was suddenly sqeezed into and all around her tight hole. David smacked her ass hard, leaving a nice hand print, "Be quiet." 

Smacking again on the other cheek he smiled as she whimpered, "Yesss." 

Sifting through a pile of beads he had left on the bed he held up two different strings before her eyes. Both were from the long strand of Christmas beads she had bought. They were a polished silver, about a half inch diameter each. One string was about two feet long, the other looked closer to four. 

Taking the smaller string he rubbed it gently around her rim, "Take a breath," he instructed softly as he pushed the first one into her tight ass. They had messed around with anal play a little but she had always been nervous about more than just a finger. Moaning Annie buried her face into the quilt, trying not to tense up. It didn't hurt really at all, each bead so small, but the slow filling sensation was so strange.

"Do not cum." he ordered to her moaning response. As each one followed the last they shifted around eachother, rolling inside of her, soon she was shaking, struggling to stay still for him. She felt an added slickness running down her thighs and knew she was lost. Every time he put in four or five he would pull out on or two every so slowly. He pushed each one in as she shook, unable to control the orgasms that rolled over her unexpectedly. Finally he was done, leaving only four hanging, just enough so that the last two would sink between her folds as she walked. Holding his hand on her back he kept her face down. "I told you not to cum." He tsked regretfully. Laughing at her excited whimper. "Count for me slave, count and beg.I think five should make you remember." He slapped his hand down on her trembling ass with a resounding smack.

Annie shook, moaning, "One, please make me remember Daddy." 

Smack!

"T-t- two. Oh god that make them move!" she groaned.

Smack! 

Annie panted, trying to form words and not orgasm again, "Threeee, Please I'm going to cum."

"Don't." He answered, slapping again hoping she would. 

"F-f-f." she stammered. He smacked again then plunged his fingers into her pussy feeling it clench his fingers as she shook. Finger fucking her relentlessly until she squirted down his hand and the side of the bed. 

"Ah, what a disobedient slut," he said, pulling his hand out and turning her over to face him, "I might think you like to be punished." Annie couldn't answer, still trembling, every movement made the beads shift inside of her. Threatening to make her cum again. "Yes I think you do," he mused, "good, then you are ready. Get dressed." Turning he strode from the room leaving her panting. 

Annie couldn't even think about what he might have meant as she struggled to obey. Standing brought all knew sensations, gasping as she dressed in the outfit he had chosen. She started with the black lace thigh highs he had laid out, then pulling on the matching lace thong. The last two beads laying cold against her folds, adding new stimualtion to her trials. Seeing there was no bra she pulled on the short black mini skirt she had never seen before, it stopped an inch above the stockings. Last she pulled on the bright green sweater, buttoning it all the way up before bending to pull on the heeled boots the zipped high up her calf.

"Turn around." She jumped at his voice, not knowing how long he had been watching from the doorway. She turned to him, gasping a little. "Well you certainly look like a slut, leave your hair down." Surveying her he approached close, unbuttoning her sweater to reveal her large naked breasts, he pulled lightly at one nipple slipping a small plastic noose over it then moving to the other. 

When he stepped back she was panting, making the thin chain connecting her nipples strain a little, he hadn't left any slack, each motion made them pull. Buttoning her back up he left the top three undone showing much of her cleavage to make it obvious she wore no bra. 

"We are going Christmas shopping." He said, patting her butt, "You don't need a jacket, let's go." For Annie the walk out the door and down the drive way to the car was the longest of her life, she could barely keeping herself steady on the tall boots with the trembling going through her legs. The thought of trying to walk around dressed like this, with these sensations was almost enough for her to plead to return to the house. She stayed silent though, as he held her door open and helped her in. The car was already running and warm for which she was glad, the cold air had her nipples straining in the nooses and each step rubbed them against her sweater. 

Gasping in her seat she found trying to sit brought all new difficulties, the beads in her ass were pushed and moved with every shift, the few free hanging beads were now firnly cupped between her moist lips, teasing her clit. David acted as if none of this was any consquence to him, turning some music up and driving through the busy streets. All the while he watched her from the corner of his eye. Quietly and fighting it all along, he knew she had at least one orgasm while sitting there. Every time she would begin to calm and relax she would move suddenly and the low moans would return. He was enjoying watching so much that he drove around much longer than needed to reach their destination. Finally pulling into a large covered garage complex he pulled into a space at the back near the elevator alcove. 

Annie was suddenly confused as to where they were, she had driven past this complex many times thinking it was for one of the numerous office buildings in the area. The door and sign didn't help much saying only "Happy Trails elevator this way". 

"David where are we?" she asked, not even wondering if she should speak in her confusion. 

David chuckled and got out of the car, coming around to open her door he held a hand out for her. "I told you," he said, "We are doing some Christmas shopping. For me, or you depending on how you decide to look at it." His grin told her that was all the explanation she was going to get, standing and taking his arm she didn't really care. As she was now she had no doubt that she would do whatever he asked, whatever he commanded. She couldn't believe she was even thinking of allowing a man so much control, let alone following along willingly. She felt a tremor, a quick fearful thrill when he used a coded key card from his wallet to open the elevator. 

"What is this place, why do you need that?" Annie asked, stopping before the now open doors. 

David took her arm again, more firmly and led her into the elevator with him, "You will understand shortly, it's just their way of keeping people who don't know what the store is from entering. That and you wouldn't really want kids wandering into here." Annie's questioning look told him she was finally feeling a little unsure of her decision. David just smiled, thats exactly what he wanted to see this woman who was so strong and always sure of herself to be thrown for a loop. He'd always known that deep down she wanted a man who could control her, who could surprise her. He been waiting a long time to introduce her to his other world. 

As the doors open and he led her from the elevator she finally understood. Annie couldn't believe what she was seeing and couldn't help a shocked laugh. The store was set up like any fine department store. Tasteful displays, clearly marked sections, display cases and employees bustling around, but it was like nothing she had ever seen. It was a fetish store, a sex shop on a grand scale. Every fantasy a person could want to pursue was laid out before her. Annie turned to Davids smiling face and realized that he had always meant to bring her here, to make her His in every way.

New Territory



My wife Karlyn and I had just returned from exercising and were both ready for a shower. I had just gotten a new video camera for family vacations and was turning it on for the first time while sitting on our bed. After several whirrings and blinks the camera came to life. I turned it in the direction of my wife who was standing in front of the mirror, checking out her physique. I had to admit I liked what I saw. Karlyn is 6 ft tall, thin, blonde and green eyed and is every guy's wet dream. Even though she was in her mid forties, guys younger than her hit on her constantly in the grocery store, at airports, even as I stood closely by.

"Smile for the camera," I said. 

"And so what would you like me to do, Mr. Camera Man?" 

"Well, you can start by taking your tee shirt off," knowing full well she would either slap or ignore me. 

"OK," she said. What? My prudish wife who has to have all the blinds pulled and doors locked whenever we made love, what did she say? This was something completely new and unexpected. I quickly focused the camera. Slowly, the T-shirt went up, along with my cock. I couldn't believe it. It was as though the camera was working as an aphrodisiac. Her breathing was getting shorter and I could tell she was becoming aroused. I had accidentally discovered that my wife was something of an exhibitionist, though she would never admit it. What other secrets did she have? She stood in front of the mirror, checking out her posture, striking several different poses, her extremely long sensuous legs and nice ass flexing with each movement.

"Not bad, not bad at all," wanting to encourage this abnormal behavior as much as possible.

"You're just saying that," obviously fishing for more complements.

"Now the bra" pushing a little farther, knowing it would end here. She wagged her finger at me. 

"Naughty boy" she said, and, to my surprise, moved her right hand behind her back and unsnapped the thin elastic strip. With her back to me, the bra slowly slipped from her shoulders. 

"OK, now turn around."

"But I'm shy." 

"But you look so good." 

"Only if you promise to never show this to anyone, do you promise?" 

"O.K." I promised. At that moment I would have promised anything, as long as I could continue. Slowly she turned; her nipples, as well as my cock were already getting hard. She had a look of submission on her face, waiting for more instruction. She wanted me to tell her what to do, a side of her I did not know.

"Pinch them." She made slow circles around her nipples with her fingertips and gently grasped each nipple and lightly squeezed. Her eyelids lightly closed and her lips parted as she whispered a long slow breath. 

"Feel good?" I asked. 

"Yes." I quickly reached into my pants and tried to adjust my painfully doubled over, growing cock with one hand while keeping the camera focused with the other. I was unsuccessful, but I didn't want to miss one second of this. 

"What's wrong," she laughed, "getting uncomfortable?" 

"You're making me so horny," I stammered. 

"I can see. Maybe you need to unzip those pants to relieve the pressure." 

Suddenly, she grabbed the camera and turned it on me. The tables had turned. I was dumbstruck. Suddenly I became the subject.

"Well, go on." I unzipped my pants, reached inside my underwear and unfolded my painful cock.

"Ahhhh, relief." 

"Now, down with the pants." What could I do? I slipped my pants down and my stiff cock sprang out. She focused the camera between my legs.

"Feel better? Now rub it for me." I felt so embarrassed, but I did what she said. I stroked it several times, sucking in my stomach so that I would look good for the camera.

"I know what would make it feel even better," as she sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to come forward. I moved forward and grabbed the camera back from her as she took my cock with both hands and slowly touched the end of it with the tip of her tongue. I could barely hold the camera as she slowly swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. I had to lean back to get the full effect looking through the viewfinder. Around and around, she swirled her tongue on the head of my cock, as she looked straight into the lens. The vision was stunning. The sight of her naked breasts, the naughty, yet innocent look on her face doing something I never thought she would do in front of a camera almost made me come. Then, slowly she brought her lips to the tip. I humped my cock into her mouth like it was a wet pussy. It felt sooooo good. In and out, faster and faster I pumped. Her head was bouncing. I was having difficulty keeping everything in the frame, and keeping my sperm in my balls. I didn't want to come, not yet. There were more wanton sex acts I wanted my newly discovered slut wife to perform. 

"Oh yeah, that feels sooooo goooood!" For some reason, capturing all this on tape seemed to double the pleasure. After several years of "meat and potatoes" sex, this was definitely something new and different.

"Slow down, big fella." Suddenly she stopped. "Now it's my turn." 

"O.K." I stammered. She obviously didn't want me to come yet, either. 

"Now, be a good boy and you will get a big surprise." I couldn't argue, plus, I wanted this to last as long as possible and get as much footage as possible since this might not happen again. 

"Well, you better get out of those shorts." 

I wanted to have her strip for me and get it all on tape. It was clear she was hot. Her chest was flushed. She stood and slowly peeled them down, knowing she was breaking new ground, that there was no going back. After the shorts had dropped down to her feet, she stood before me and the camera, completely naked. I could see her dripping. 

"Are you getting swollen?" I asked. 

"Let me see." With her hand she traced the outline of her swollen, wet pussy lips while pinching her nipple with the other. 

"Feels pretty wet." 

"Why don't you jack off for me," I ordered, feeling a newfound sense of power. 

"Only if you jack off for me." It was a fair request. She laid back onto the bed and spread her knees. I moved the camera closer, between her legs. Her fingers slowly caressed her engorged wet pussy lips. 

"Spread your pussy for me so I can look inside." 

"Why, do you want a nasty video to jack off to later? Do you want to wife to be fucking nasty? You want to film me playing with my pussy like a nasty girl?" She dutifully spread her pussy lips. White drops of her juices slowly dripped from her open hole, down across her asshole which was pulsating with pleasure, as she slowly dipped her finger into her cunt. 

"Yeah, I want you to be my nasty girl," I said. 

"What kind of nasty things do you want me to do, Mr. Camera Man?" Oh yeah, this really got my engines going. 

"Now, spank your clit." Holding her lips apart with one hand, she dipped her index finger into her wet gaping hole, and slid it up to her clit, rubbing her pussy juice onto her swollen, protruding, tiny, fleshy finger. Her eyes shut and her mouth opened into a small "O" as she arched her back. The squishy sights and sounds of her spanking her clit almost pushed me over the edge, I had to slow down. 

"Your tongue would feel good about now." I stuck the camera on the tripod, and set up the frame. I got on my knees at the edge of the bed and moved my head between her legs. I pushed her legs further apart so the camera could capture everything. She was so dripping wet; I lapped at her dripping come. I moved my tongue up and down her swollen, tasty lips. She had the sweetest and best tasting pussy of anyone I had ever licked. I pushed her legs farther apart and separated her lips with my fingers so that her clit popped into view. She moaned as the tip of my tongue flicked the top of her clit, up and down, round and round. I kissed and smacked her pussy, probing with my tongue as deeply as possible into her hole, lapping her juices, spreading the luscious sweet slippery wetness all over my face, sticking my chin into her hole as I flicked her clit with my tongue, making sloppy slurpy noises as I loudly kissed and smacked her pussy all over. 

"Looks like you are going to have a really nasty video. What other nasty things do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck this cock for the camera." I grabbed the vibrator that we kept next to the bed and turned it on and plunged it into her cunt.

"Do you like watching a cock going in and out of my pussy?" she asked.

"Yes." I said as I slowly slid it into and out of her, covering it in her sweet juices. 

"Imagine if it was a real cock." I said. This really got her going.

"Oh, yeah, a real cock. That would feel so good. Would that make you feel good?"

"Yeah, I'd like for you to fuck somebody else while I watched. I'd like to see their cock going in and out of your pussy." 

"You want to see someone's cock fucking your nasty wife? You would really like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, will you fuck someone while I watch?" I watched the cock enter her cunt, imagining that it was someone else's cock fucking my wife while I watched. I was pushing the envelope farther than I ever imagined possible and, so far, she was going with it.

"Who do you have in mind?"

"How about Steve?" Steve was my best friend who we spent many hours with. He and his wife had gone with us on our honeymoon several years ago. He was recently divorced and was spending more time with us. I had secret fantasies about having a threesome, but had never spoken about them. Now, in the heat of the moment, my fantasies were coming out. She hesitated, as if to seriously consider the proposal. 

"So you wouldn't get jealous if you saw me sucking on Steve's cock?"

"No, in fact I would love it. It would make me so fucking horny." There, I said it, totally unplanned, and she wasn't shocked. In fact, she became more aroused. Her juices started flowing even more.

"Put your finger inside me." I inserted my finger deep into her sweet honey pot, and, pressing upward, found her spongy g-spot, slowly massaging it while tonguing her clit. I continued to rub, quickly vibrating my fingers from side to side, pressing upward onto her g-spot with my fingers as her juices dripped from my chin and dripped down my fingers. Suddenly, her cunt clamped down on my fingers, her legs squeezed together, she lurched upward and growled a low guttural groan. 

"AAAAAARGH!" She splashed an enormous stream, like from a garden hose, onto my face, neck, and chest. As it dripped down, I grabbed my purple veined pulsing cock with my dripping hand and pumped the slippery liquid up and down, all over my cock. I was soaking wet, covered in delicious fluid dripping down my arms, my chest, and my ass. I took both of my hands and massaged it all over my skin, luxuriating in the slippery, sweet smell and feel of my hands sliding over my wet chest, cock and dripping balls.

"I want your cock inside me NOW!" I jumped up onto the bed beside and behind her and lifted her leg, paying special attention to opening up her pussy toward the camera. I slowly inserted just the head of my cock and withdrew it, and inserted only the head in again, what she affectionately called "little fucks." This teasing really gets her engines going, plus this would look good on the video, watching my cock slowly entering her pussy, and then withdrawing all the way out, covered in her juices, and then plunging back in. 

"Go in all the way, I want all of your cock NOW!" she screamed. My male ego was in overdrive, she really wanted me, I was in control. I grabbed her hips with my slippery wet hands and jack hammered her like she was a rag doll. Her tits were wildly bouncing all over the place, as she arched backward to meet my every thrust, my wet balls slap, slap, slapping her sopping cunt. I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart so I could watch my purple cock slide in and out. I was losing control. She inhaled deeply and arched her back. She threw her head back, rolled her eyes, and screamed. Her pussy clamped down on my cock so hard, devouring it, sucking it in, sucking all the fluid out of my balls.

"OH GOD!" Another large stream of fluid shot out of her cunt and all over the tripod. The sound of her groaning pushed me over the edge. My balls tightened as I stuck my cock deep inside her cunt, as deep as it would go. She reached back and clawed my ass, forcing me in deeper. 

"Ahh, Ahh, AHH, AYYYYY, AYYYYYYY," I slammed my pulsing cock with each explosion, howling as my head flew backward. I went into hyper drive, pumping every last drop deep into her inner recesses. She slapped my ass as hard as she could with each ram, finally grabbing it with her fingernails, clawing my flesh. The intensity had caused tears to seep out of our eyes, dripping down onto our already cum covered, scratched, bleeding bodies.

"That was a big one," she said, but I could tell she wanted more. 

"Let's stand up." I was so horny knowing that I had my own X-rated video, that I was still hard. 

"I like it when you squish your cum around all inside me." She bent over, stuck her ass in the air and her elbows on the bed. 

"Now fuck me really hard." She reached between her legs and grabbed my cock and guided into her hungry cunt. I grabbed her hips and slammed my dripping cock all the way in, and almost all the way out, and slammed in again, and again, and again. My cock slipped out accidentally. I could feel our cum running down her leg. 

"Hurry, hurry, put it back in!" Her cunt was so wet and swollen that my cock easily rammed back in. 

"Faster, FASTER!" I couldn't believe it, I was cumming again, I'd never cum twice so soon. I grabbed her hipbones and again went into hyper drive. I sent shock waves through her ass as her tits flopped around and around. She grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and spread them further apart so that I could go in deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"Fuck me harder, Fuck me, FUCK ME!" she screamed. I hoped the neighbors weren't home; I didn't want them to call the police. The sound of her wanton screaming, the sight of her spreading her ass cheeks with her head thrown back over her arched back as her tits bounced up and down, side to side, was too much. My second orgasm started in the tip of my toes, went up my legs as my ass squeezed together and my hips lurched forward. I arched backward and screamed as my head and balls exploded, her cunt pulsing and pulsing, sucking out my every ounce until I was completely dry. As she came, she humped forward, and, as my cock fell away from her cunt, her legs squeezed together as she squirted our intermingled fluids out, splashing onto the floor. My legs became weak as I started to faint.

"AHHHHH." We both collapsed onto the bed. 

I couldn't wait to see the video, so as soon as I caught my breath, I took the camera off the tripod and began rewinding the tape. Yep, it was all there. Except for a few knees and elbows, it was perfect. I began plotting my next video extravaganza, maybe outside by the pool, maybe with another cameraman, maybe...



New Territory



Author's note: This series is devoted to my wife, for whom it was originally written. It is both a history of our sexual life as well as my means of sharing our fantasies, with alterations to names and times to protect our friends, but both the fantasy and reality are/were spectacular enough to warrant sharing with others.

**This is a stand-alone story.** For those who have been following along, this is the fifth in the series. This one is much more sexually-based, vice romantically. Like previous others, this story is an abbreviated version of events, boiled down to one weekend, but otherwise it is all true. Enjoy. 

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"Harder."

I complied.

"Slap my ass."

-smack-

"Pull my hair."

I took a handful and yanked firmly.

"Now cum with me."

I had barely held out till now, so my release was hardly voluntary. Doing my smokin' hot girlfriend from behind was probably my favorite, especially when we were standing in the bathroom facing the mirror. I could drive in deeper from behind (without fear of bottoming out), yet still see her tits sway and the way her face looked when my cock was deep inside her: somewhere between desire, contentment, and acute pleasure. She had that look now as her pussy clenched around me and her hand worked on her clit. I found my voice and grunted as she moaned and shuddered, trying to convulse but held upright by my grip on her ponytail. She looked at me in the mirror and licked her lips. Her lengthy orgasm outpaced mine, and I held on through clenched teeth as her vagina flexed one last time and released. 

I let go of her ponytail and leaned forward, nuzzling the back of her neck while my hands roamed across the front of her body. She reached back and combed my hair with her fingers. 

"Mmmm, baby, that was incredible."

"Yeah? I was worried that I hit you too hard." I looked down at her. "I can actually see the outline of my fingers on your skin. I hope I didn't hurt your butt, it's one of my favorite parts about you."

"No baby, it was perfect," she purred.

I flicked my tongue along the back of her ear, then slowly started to pull out. She hissed and leaned forward. Unlike when she cums from cunnilingus, where she can go more than once in a row, Tori's orgasms from penetration were far more intense and made her vagina hypersensitive for some time afterwards.

Finally I *popped* free, and she relaxed off the balls of her feet as I removed the condom and threw it in the trash can.

"I hate the way those things smell. We should try another brand."

"Yeah, they do smell kind of funky," she agreed.

"You smell kind of funky," I said, licking her spine between the shoulder blades.

"As do you, lover-boy. Let's take a shower," she suggested seductively.

When the water was hot enough we stepped in and began the ritual of washing. We didn't often get the opportunity to do this, since it required being in Tori's room, and her roommate was around pretty much anytime she didn't have class. Fortunately, she had flown home for the weekend, so Tori and I had the room to ourselves. I vowed to spend as much of the next two days naked as I could. Tori too, of course. 

"I enjoyed you taking charge like that," I said.

"I really wasn't doing it on purpose, it just sort of came out." She leaned back, soaking her hair. 

Since I was a kid, there has always been something fascinating to me about a girl with wet hair. She will seem...more natural that way, I suppose. I always looked that way at Tori, anyways. Not that she had much to hide, I thought to myself as my eyes took a leisurely jaunt down her naked body.

"I saw your reflection in the mirror, and you seemed so focused. I wanted to break you out of it," she continued.

"I was listening to you, babe. I can tell how close you are to cumming by the little sounds you make."

"Is that why you're so quiet?"

I frowned. "What do you mean? I make noises."

Tori laughed and shook her head. "Rarely, and come to think of it, only when I'm cumming or giving you a blowjob. The rest of the time, you are the quietest lover I've ever had."

I pondered this as she went about washing her hair. To me, the ultimate turn-on is making the girl orgasm. Period. Everything else is either a step in that direction or a reward for your ability to make it happen. Don't get me wrong--I'm not altruistic about it. In fact, I'm probably even more selfish because I expect the same attention and follow-through from the girl immediately afterwards. But only after she has been to the moon and back, thanks to yours truly.

"Does it bother you?"

"No, though it's kind of hard to tell what you like when I'm going down on you."

"I guess that's fair. I mean, those are the sounds I'm looking for from you. I'll try to work on it, but I'm also a little worried that I'll end up sounding like a really bad porn star."

She laughed. "You don't have to go crazy. Just relax. Let your breathing and moaning come out naturally."

"Okay. In the mean time, feel free to speak up like that anytime."

"It was kind of fun to be in charge."

"Yeah, well, don't get too accustomed to it, woman; I'm still the boss of you."

"Yes, sir." Saucy minx.

My part in the aforementioned "ritual of washing" was to soap up my hands and spend at least five minutes lathering Tori's boobs. She would wash the rest of herself and usually start on my upper body before finally swatting my hands away and telling me they were clean enough. I would then argue that she was a dirty slut and that she was never clean enough, she would call me a jerk, I would grab her nipples again, she would grab my cock, and from there it usually devolved into a make-out session under the streaming water.

I still enjoyed simply kissing my girlfriend, even after taking (what I laughably thought at the time was) the last step: screwing each other silly. I think I enjoyed it so much because she clearly did, too. A kiss done well can be a poem or an eloquent psalm to the person you are kissing. Two loving people can have entire conversations of devotion without saying a word. Tori and I could do that. Plus, it never failed to get her 'in the mood.'

With my back to the water, I ran my soapy hands up and down her back, tracing the delicate muscles along her spine and the outline of her ribs. Eventually my fingers traced down to her bottom. Each cheek fit so nicely in my palms, like they were made for each other. I began massaging the muscles, sliding my hands across her smooth, flawless skin. 

I could feel Tori's perky B-cups pressing into my chest, and with our pelvises pressed together, my cock was nestled up to her sex. My little scout was still recovering, but it was still sexy to feel her naked vagina notched around it. My hands continued kneading and plying her gluteus, soaping her from waist to thigh. I slid the ridge of my forefinger and knuckle down her crack, and her butt clenched.

"Babe..." she whispered questioningly. I took a moment to consider her kiss, and I determined that she wasn't just returning it--she was enjoying this. So I did it again, eliciting the same muscle response. I kissed her deeply, forcing her attention back to our tongues. Thus distracted, I slid a soapy finger down to her nether hole. I began pressing the fingertip into it, alternating with circles around the rim. I switched to my middle finger to add more soap, then slid my fingers around the cheek to soap them up again for more.

I began pressing and tracing again, and her body started sliding across mine. Her nipples hardened as they rubbed across my chest, and when I finally pressed my finger in to the first knuckle, she gasped. Her sphincter tightened, then slowly released. I slipped the finger out, then pushed it back in. This opening-and-closing was having physical effects on my girlfriend: her kissing became wilder, her nipples were like pointed fingers drawing across my pecs, and her breath came in short, choppy gasps in tune with my intrusions. Even so close after orgasming, she was getting VERY turned on by this.

Finally I pushed harder, and my finger slid easily into her now-relaxed hole. She squealed and bit my lip, then slowly pulled back, briefly looking into my eyes as she released and closed in again. Her tongue drove into my mouth, and I took the cue to start slowly rotating my hips, grinding my semi-turgid cock into her clit. 

Now the moaning started. I broke off the kiss, and her head fell to my shoulder. I was rather surprised by how much she was enjoying this so closely after sex. I worked my finger in and out slowly, wiggling it slightly when it was all the way in and playing in-and-out every time I reset. I found myself holding more and more of her weight between my hips and other arm as her body focused more on my anal probing and less on supporting her body. 

Since the first time on Halloween when I licked her asshole, I had been slowly introducing more and more anal play with Tori. She wasn't always in the mood for it, but anytime she was we would do something, eventually getting to the point where, after a particularly memorable night two weeks ago of warming her up, I had slipped a finger in while doing her doggy style. She had orgasmed immediately and loudly. Even though she obviously enjoyed it, we didn't talk about it much afterwards and hadn't done anything since. 

"I'm starting to think you like this," I nibbled on her ear, "Rubbing your breasts on me, squatting onto my hardening cock while I finger your asshole. Do you like that, baby? Do you like having my finger knuckle-deep in your ass?"

Her head jerked an affirmative, still gasping too much to form words.

After weeks of anticipation for this moment, butterflies shot through my stomach as I boldly announced, "Good, because tonight I want to fuck you in the ass."

Before she could reply, I slipped my finger out and leaned back to kiss her again. She responded immediately, sliding her tongue across my mouth as I took firm grip of her butt cheeks.

Eventually I spun us around so she was under the water. I washed the soap from her back as the kiss finally wound down. You know it was a good kiss when everything from your nose to your chin is numb. We stepped out and I grabbed the towels.

"I wasn't kidding about that," I said matter-of-factly.

"I know," she said, eyes sparkling, "I'm kind of excited!"

"'Kind of excited?'" I intoned sarcastically.

"No! I mean...I've never done it before, so I'm nervous, too."

"I haven't either, babe, so this will be new and 'kind of exciting' for both of us."

"Yay! Now I'm really excited...we should get some lube, though." I did not expect bouncy cuteness from her after flatly announcing that I would be taking her anal virginity in a few short hours. She really was made for me, and by God I loved her.

"Wow...you say you've never done this before, yet you already have a shopping list?"

"Darling, I can always come up with a shopping list--"

"On my dime, of course."

"To have sex with my ass, of course you're buying," she giggled. I almost lost it. Just hearing something like that coming out of her mouth was unbelievably hot. 

"Also, you're going to treat me to a nice dinner beforehand, and then take me shopping."

I raised an eyebrow, none too pleased. Much of the appeal in her previous statement vanished at the prospect of 'paying' for this with a new purse or a pair of shoes . Not all, but most. It dawned on me that I really only wanted this if she did, too.

She beamed at my change in body language. "It's going to be a special night, darling...I'm going to need special lingerie."

She giggled again as I stared at her dumbly. Not for the first time the thought of marrying her passed through my mind.

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I fought it, but eventually caved in and got dressed to go out. My plan to be a shut-in and play 'doctor' for two whole days went out the door when I gave Tori such a powerful hostage. No dinner = no anal. Now, where did I throw my shoes...?

It was still February, so I know we were dressed for warmth, but I honestly can't remember what she was wearing. I'm sure she looked hot. Nor do I remember where we ate dinner. I'm sure I ordered a steak. I vaguely remember waiting outside Victoria's Secret for a long time. I'm sure I didn't care how long it took. And lastly, I remember making a quick stop at a Walgreen's to buy a bottle of lubricant. That I remember quite vividly as a squeeze tube of KY-brand water-based jelly lubricant for sexual intercourse.

The reason everything but the last part was so vague was because I spent the whole evening in a quasi-purgatory of lust-filled anticipation. Sex with Tori was incredible, spiritual, emotional, fun, and immensely satisfying; but quite frankly, having anal sex with her was predominantly about sexual gratification. From the time I hit puberty I have been an 'ass' man, and Tori's ass was a shining example that God is a man and loves the creatures he formed in his image: it was beautiful, heart-shaped, tight, and somehow still out of reach, even though she was mine. Licking, fingering, and even fucking her ass were the only ways I could adequately worship something so perfect. Beyond that, however, was her allowance for my pleasure: doing something so taboo and socially repugnant--not to mention potentially painful for her--indicated a willingness from her to please me which required a significant sacrifice. Moreover, I did not force this on her, it came freely from her as a symbol of her love for me. For all this, I wanted her badly. 

Buying the lube was the pivotal moment when the unbelievable became inevitable, the fantasy real, and my memories become much more clear from that point. On the drive home she was filled with that same bubbly energy while I sat quietly behind the wheel, slightly overwhelmed by the situation. She went undefeated in the one-headlight "Sex" game, and I dutifully stripped down piece by piece as she called them out until I was down to my underwear. She boldly reached over and readjusted the slit in the front of my boxer-briefs so my hard-on stood up, naked and free. Once I felt the breeze across my proudly erect cock, however, a switch went off in my brain, and I took charge of the situation. Suddenly I grabbed her head, forcing it down to my crotch.

"Okay, congratulations, you won, we're all happy for you, now reap the spoils of your victory," I growled, and she went to work without hesitation sucking on the head of my penis. We were already pulling into the parking garage, but I took my time finding a spot while she fellated me. Finally I stopped and parked, but even after turning off the car I kept her head down, forcing my cock deep into her mouth a couple times. Then I pulled her up and kissed her.

"Grab your bags and get out of the car. Go wait for me over by the stairs." This was my show, now. 

She slowly wiped her chin and smiled. "Yes, sir."

I slipped my dick back in through the hole, then tucked it up into the waistband. The top three inches were still visibly pointing to my bellybutton, so I adjusted the elastic band over the head. I threw on my jeans and grabbed my shoes and shirt, then got out of the car. I didn't bother putting on my shirt as I strode to Tori.

"Babe, you're showing."

"No, my underwear is showing. Frankly, I don't care, because right now we are going to your room, where I'm going to fuck your ass."

I grabbed her hand without slowing and pulled her after me. She whirled around to follow, pressing close to my side.

Everyone we passed stared at the barefoot and bare-chested tattooed guy oblivious to the February chill escorting a well-dressed and stunningly beautiful girl through campus to her dorm. Stepping into the hallway, I almost ran into a pajama-clad redhead who took a startled step back, then automatically checked me out. I saw her eyes double-take on the black bulge poking up from my waist, and I winked as she looked up while we continued past. Her blush deepened. I was on top of the world.

When the door shut, I kissed Tori on the cheek. "Go get dressed."

"Yes, sir."

She disappeared into the bathroom, and I set about methodically laying out our playground. Comforter and sheets folded and placed on the floor. Pillows flattened along the headboard. Extra pillows (sorry, roommate) laid out halfway down the mattress for support. Desk lamp, on; all other lights out. Music, but not soft: I wanted sexual, not romantic. Lords of Acid--perfect. Lastly, I placed the lube on the bedstand. I stripped down and tried out the pillow arrangement. Showing great restraint, I placed my hands behind my head and meditated on anything other than what was about to happen in an attempt to calm the fuck down. Fat chance.

I heard the bathroom door open, then quietly shut. I waited a couple heartbeats, then said, "Stop."

I slowly opened my eyes and beheld my girlfriend across the room. She was dressed in an aubergine silk robe that ended well up her thigh. Her raven hair hung freely around her shoulders. My eyes followed her shapely legs to her feet, which sported stiletto heels. Looking at her serene and expectant face, I saw she had reapplied her eye makeup, going with a blue eyeshadow to complement her robe.

I motioned with my hand for her to turn around, and she did. 

"Bend over."

The hem of her robe pulled up, revealing the object of my desire. My cock twitched as if divining its purpose from ten feet away. 

"Now come here."

She slowly straightened, then pivoted around and sauntered to the foot of the bed. I held up my hand to stop her.

"Untie the robe."

Her hands came up and untied the bow, then pulled out the knot. The silk rustled as it slid back to her sides, revealing a dark blue and black satin corset with a matching blue thong. My eyes feasted on the corset: I had never imagined something like that on her, and the effect was devastating. The tops of her breasts spilled out of the reinforced material, and the dark colors contrasted starkly with her light skin.

"What are you here for?" I asked as I could no longer resist and reached down to touch myself.

"To have sex," she said innocently.

I gave her a stern look. "Specifically," I said in a mock-menacing tone.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," she stated clearly.

I nodded slowly. "Then come here."

She crawled onto the bed, dragging the hanging front of her robe up my legs and torso as she came. She leaned down to kiss me, which I returned aggressively. I released my cock and began exploring her corseted chest and stomach. It was indeed soft to the touch, but I could feel the rigid frame under the fabric. I followed the hourglass figure down to the gap of skin between the corset and thong, then traced my finger under the pantyline to her spine. I quickly ran my hands up her back and rubbed my fingers into her scalp, breaking off the kiss and lifting her head away. I released her hair and continued pushing her back gently until she was sitting on my thighs. 

I took her hand and wrapped it around my cock. She took it and started stroking while my hands continued to explore. I pushed the robe off her shoulders, and she slipped her free hand out, but would not release her grip on my cock with the other. For some reason I found that extremely erotic.

Blue has always been my favorite color, and it never looked better than it did on her, in any situation. This particular situation, however, blew all others up to that point out of the water. The complete set--thong, corset, and eyeshadow with her midnight hair and hazel eyes--still sends shivers up my spine to this day. At that moment it was overpowering.

But again, tonight was not about sensuality--it was about dirty sex.

"I'm going to lick you, finger you, and then fuck you in the ass tonight. How does that sound?"




New Territory



I could tell she was nervous, but also very excited. "I want you to do whatever you want, babe...it's all yours."

I shook my head. "I love you, and I know you love me, but this isn't about that right now. I want to know if the thought of me going balls-deep into your ass turns you on."

"Yes...oh God, yes it does..." she said breathlessly, as if that was the first time she had considered that. I felt her thighs flex inward around my legs.

My eyes narrowed and my head turned, as if I wasn't satisfied with her answer.

Her face became slightly desperate, like I was holding something back from her. "I want you to put your cock in my ass! Please fuck me!" she pleaded.

I sat bolt upright and kissed her, hard. I grabbed her neck and under her ass and picked her up, then spun her around and drove her into the bed. I grabbed the robe still hanging from her wrist and threw it against the wall, then pushed myself back, kneeling between her legs. I forcefully grabbed the waistband of her thong and pulled it off before she could lift her hips. I was careful not to tear it, but soon it, too, was flying across the room.

Still kneeling, I cupped my hands beneath her cheeks and lifted her pussy to my mouth. This flurry of motion had taken less than ten seconds, and while I had no intention of letting up on the intensity, I was not going to be rough with her sensitive areas just yet. She needed to be warmed up, and the almost-gentle way I circled her clit with my tongue effectively redirected all of our energy onto that one tiny part of her body. She was already wet, but my tongue and the strength of my dominance over her rapidly took effect, and soon my chin was soaked in her honey. 

Satisfied that she was physically and not just mentally aroused, I slowly lowered her back to the bed, using my knees to push the pillows under her lower back. This would have given me much-improved access to her pussy compared to lying flat on the bed, but that wasn't my intention, and I still wasn't satisfied. Thus I took her leg and pushed it to the sky, which elevated her hips even more and cleared a path for my face to reach her other hole. I leaned in close, but held off on making contact. Slowly my other hand slid up her leg from the knee, up to the thigh and finally to her pussy. I didn't pause at the entrance, but firmly slid a finger between her soft folds while simultaneously blowing gently down her crack. 

She gasped, and I could see her rosebud pucker. Still working my finger in and out of her pussy, I leaned forward and started rimming her with my tongue. For awhile I kept my tongue pointed, forcefully circling the muscle and licking up to the base of her slit, then back down again. Eventually I pressed my face deeper and softened my tongue, covering her entire anus as I tried to make it as wet as I could. After that I followed with lapping, like I was licking the side of a lollipop, keeping my tongue soft but applying pressure with my chin. 

For the first time, I completely ignored the sounds she was making. I didn't need to hear them, though...I knew what she wanted, and I received all the confirmation I needed from the waves of flexing in pretty much every muscle of her lower body, most notably the inside of her vagina and her sphincter.

I was enjoying this immensely; her strong reactions to my naughty oral intrusion was extremely satisfying. I continued for as long as I could, eventually adding a second finger to her pussy while my tongue explored her darker side. Eventually, however, my jaw started to ache, so after a few more deep thrusts with my pointed tongue, I leaned back onto my haunches. Tori had unconsciously taken a pillow in each hand by her sides and was clenching and unclenching her fists as I fingered her. Her chest heaved, and I could see the flush of red across it that proved she was extremely turned on right now. There was a ring of sweat around her forehead and down her jawline. She looked incredibly sexy.

It was my turn for a little stimulation. "Take over for me here," I said, and her hand pressed down to her crotch, quickly plunging two fingers into her pussy where mine had just been. I dropped her leg and knee-walked up her body, straddling her shoulders and placing my cock at the entrance of her mouth. She quickly took it in, and I cradled her head to give me leverage for thrusting. 

"Did you like me down there, licking your asshole?" As always, it was a rhetorical question; I knew she fucking liked it, but I still wanted confirmation, maybe only to cement it in her own mind. Without waiting for response, I continued, "Do you want to lick mine?"

This time she nodded emphatically, at least as much as her position allowed, so I pulled out of her mouth stood up on the bed. Careful not to step on her hair, I placed my feet on either side of her face and grabbed ahold of the headboard. Taking my cock in hand, I lifted it and looked down at her flushed face. A few strands of hair were plastered to her forehead; the rest was splayed out over my feet and around her head. I slowly began squatting down. Her eyes blazed up at me, watching me the whole way down until my balls rested on her forehead and my ass came down to her panting mouth.

Instantly I felt a swirling sensation around my hole. Her mouth moved constantly as she licked and probed, and I watched, mesmerized, as my nutsack rubbed all over the top of her face. Her enthusiastic reciprocation put mine to shame; she was a crazed animal tossing my asshole. As her tongue slithered and lapped, an image of her coy, playful public persona flashed through my mind, shockingly different from the wanton sex creature beneath me. I had to release the grip on my cock for fear of overstimulation. She was driving me absolutely crazy with her frenzied tongue, licking broadly up to my taint and lifting my balls with her nose before licking those, too. Her mouth returned to my ass, and I could feel her burying her face in the crack trying to drive her tongue deeper.

Eventually I could take no more, and lifted myself from her face. I stepped back, again careful not to pull on her beautiful hair, and straddled her stomach. She was breathing heavily, her face a mask of insatiable lust. I bent over and kissed her, completely uncaring where her mouth had just been. I said it all as I leaned back: "I love you."

But this night of depravity was far from over. Sitting up, I leaned over and grabbed the lube. I could feel her arm bumping against my groin as she continued to thrust her fingers in and out of herself. Right in front of her face I popped open the bottle and poured it over my hand. Some of it dripped down onto her collarbone. I closed the bottle and dropped it behind me, then I leaned down and wetly licked up the drops on her chest. Holding it in my mouth, I craned my neck forward and shared the bittersweet taste of the lube with her in a lingering kiss.

Holding my hand aloft, I worked my way back down to her crotch, where I started licking and sucking on the knuckles of her plunging hand. Without looking, I brought my hand to her crack, instinctively lining up on the hole. Lightly at first, I pressed my pinky against the rim. Even with that gentle pressure, the lube and my earlier efforts caused it to slip right in. Tori audibly gasped from the cold, but it came back out as a long sigh of pleasure. I found with hardly any pressure at all my finger slid in to the last knuckle. I could feel her responding to the intrusion, but her best efforts couldn't hold my finger in place. I slowly built up a rhythm, coating her insides with lube, then pulled out. Next was the ring finger. Again, almost no effort and complete penetration. Her thigh muscles were twitching, and I could feel her toes curling. I took her thumb in my mouth and sucked on it.

After coating her anus with the lube on my ring finger, I pulled it out. The next part I executed slowly. Placing the tip of my middle finger on her hole, I bent it until the index finger was pressing against it, too. Then, I pushed. Slowly, steadily, firmly. Her sphincter resisted at first, and her breathing became hesitant, but relentlessly I pressed both fingers into her ass all the way up to my hand. Once there, I paused to let her get used to the feeling. She was still squirming, but the hand on her clit was going crazy. I wiggled my fingers; she moaned. I pulled them out partially, then pushed them back in. She moaned again. I repeated this, pulling out a little further and pushing back in a little harder each time. I gained speed and force, and soon my fingers were sawing in and out of her relaxed asshole almost in tandem with her hand.

Somewhat awkwardly while keeping my hand in motion, I brought my knees forward until the head of my penis was aligned with her dripping slit. I wasn't wearing a condom, but I couldn't resist. Instinctively I knew this was what she needed. Pressing the head against her labia, I was quickly rewarded when it disappeared into her.

The detonation of her orgasm ripped through her body, lifting her shoulders and head off of the bed as her stomach convulsed and her legs bent upward. She screamed, "Oh my GOD!" and her clit-stroking hand went into overtime. 

I didn't thrust, I barely moved, but just-a-tip provided the perfect amount of stimulation. So perfect, in fact, that it was clear she was still turned on, even after her release.

While her body fell back to the bed, I one-handedly retrieved the lube and popped the cap open. I shoved my fingers deep into her ass one last time and fluttered them as her body started showing signs of life again. I shook the bottle and liberally poured lube all over my painfully throbbing cock. 

It was time.

I removed my hand and grabbed both legs, pushing them all the way up to her shoulders. This served to bring her now slightly-gaping asshole in line with my iron rod. I placed the tip against the entrance, then looked Tori in the eye.

"Are you ready?" I asked genuinely, the forcefulness and dominance momentarily suspended.

She looked up at me between her knees. "Do it, Damon...fuck my ass."

I pushed. I felt firm resistance, and her face winced, but I held my ground without pushing any harder. Soon I was rewarded with the beautifully peculiar sensation of her sphincter swallowing around the head of my cock, enclosing it in an unbelievably tight embrace. Thank God I had doused myself with lube and paved the way with my fingers: her petite frame was barely going to allow my slippery cock entrance to this most Unholy of Holies. 

She was taking short breaths and blowing them out, a slight wince still on her face. Remembering her reaction to my finger in the shower, I pulled out and pressed myself back in. She bucked forward as her eyes shot open and her breathing stopped. When she fell back her eyes screwed shut and she managed an, "Ohmigod!" I did it again, and her back arched into the pillows beneath her while she silently screamed. I did it a third time, and while her exhausted and overstimulated body didn't react this time, one hand snaked between her legs back down to her vagina while her other hand freed a nipple from the corset. I took this as an indication to keep going. 

I pressed my hips into her, driving in another inch. She moaned. I tried pushing further, but she stopped me.

"Wait...Damon, it feels good, but go slowly."

So I patiently settled into pushing forward bit by bit, pausing to allow her body time to adjust. It was a deliciously slow process; the final tease in my pursuit of her anal virginity. Finally, I was in to the hilt. I savored the moment--it was better than I could have hoped. But this was only the beginning. Slowly, I started pulling out.

Now she reacted. Her head rolled from side to side, and her diddling increase as she physically pulled on her nipple. Out to the tip, pause, then back in again, this time in one long motion. Back out, pause, thrust in. Back out, thrust in; out...in....out--in--

As my tempo increased, so did her moaning. This time I noticed my silence, and without thinking about it, I released the mental block in my throat and began grunting in time with my thrusts. 

I didn't believe it was possible, but the inside of her ass was even tighter than her vagina, and the feel--as well as the thought--of not wearing a condom as I sodomized the love of my life was beyond anything I was prepared for. The clincher, however, was that Tori was getting off on this: she was visibly building to her own climax with my cock in her ass. That more than anything set my heart racing and spurred my body to thrust harder, faster. 

She was whimpering my name, twisting and pinching her abused nipple as her other hand plunged into her cunt, and her back arched as the shuddering started in her lower body again and gained momentum as it flooded outward.

I wanted to prolong this for eternity, but the sight and sounds of her approaching orgasm proved too much. I bellowed as I thrust deeply into her, cumming in torrents with such intensity that I nearly passed out. 

Tori's climax followed immediately, and her clenching asshole prolonged my orgasm as I watched in amazement as she experienced her first-ever anal orgasm. I thought that was a myth, something that only happened in pornos. But here it was, in vibrant color and glorious reality.

Seemingly an epoch later, we both came back down to Earth. My dick hurt, and I had no doubt that right now she was feeling some pain, too. She winced as I pulled out, but then smiled.

"Oh, Damon...that was incredible...I could actually feel you pulsing as you came! That's what did it for me."

"I can't believe you climaxed like that, so close after the other one."

"I was sooo horny. I've been on edge since you played with me in the shower! And when you took control in the car...I was serious when I said you could do anything to me."

My reckless assertiveness had passed, and I tenderly brushed the side of her face. "I really enjoyed that, too, but I would never take advantage of you. I want you involved in what we're doing, because I couldn't stand the thought of you doing anything against your will just to please me."

She took my hand in hers. "Baby, doing something that turns you on by itself turns me on. That's how much I love you. And it's you who does that to me, and I don't mean that you talk me into it. I never would have done what we just did with any of my past boyfriends. I wouldn't have even considered it. But you and me? We are something special, and doing stuff like this...well, it just seems right."

I smiled to myself as I remembered the totally shameless look on her face after she licked my asshole. She really wasn't kidding about being turned on by this. 

"Tori, for my part, I can't say that I haven't fantasized about doing stuff like this with other girls, but I can honestly say I never would have cared about their feelings or sincerity. I never want to hurt you or abuse your trust..." my eyes narrowed, "But I definitely get off on pushing the limits with you."

She turned her head and kissed the palm of my hand. "I love you, too, Damon, and I will go with you to the very edge of those limits. That's all I want. Just say you love me, and I'm yours."

"You know I do, Tor...I love you with all that I am."

"Then I am yours." She kissed my palm again. "Do with me whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" She nodded back at me. I looked at her as the sun rose on a horizon of distant possibilities. I wanted to do everything with this girl, but at the same time, I wanted to to everything for her, too. "I will, but only if you promise you will do the same with me."

She coyly smiled up at me. "Oh, I will, Damon...believe me: I will."



New Territory



Darkness fills the room as the car pulls out of the drive. Her mother had come over to see her settled into her new place that day and was only now leaving. Breathing a sigh of relief she walks back into the dimly lighted kitchen where all of her familiar things were perched on unfamiliar shelves. Outside the waxing moon shines onto the expanse of meadow that stretches for maybe half an acre before finding the tree line. "I've got to get a dog." She thinks to herself, realizing that the silence was a little disturbing. 

With one last check of the locks on her doors, an old habit from living in the city, she heads to the long hot shower she promised herself earlier. Herbal soap and steam surrounded her for the next half hour. When she finally emerged wrapped in a think forest green towel she froze. Howls echoed out in the woods, sounding terribly close. "I will get a dog tomorrow." She says again, to no one in particular. Pulling the towel closer she pads across the hall and into her room, all the while listening to the song of the pack. 

They had hunted well that night, and everyone was feeling restful, ready to head back to the dens. He watched as his father's pack loped ahead of him, adult couples acting like pups, and pups trying behave themselves. The winter had been gentle and the pack hadn't lost a single member. Now spring was here and the deer were just begging to be humbled, life was good. Or should have been. 

His father had asked him if he was feeling well earlier that night, before the hunt. "I'm fine Da, just edgy with Alex getting so close to her due date." His father had bought it, knowing how close his children were. Now he hung back as the rest of his family moved on. They had been all he had known his entire life. Yet a loneliness he had never known had begun to grow within him. Not wanting to ruin the mood for the rest of them he decided to take a detour that led him closer to the edge of the territory. He had heard rumors of a new owner buying the house at the edge of the woods. He needed to know about the new human in his territory. 

Laying in her bed she stares up at the stars though one of the many skylights. The multitude of windows had really been what sold her on the house. She never felt closed in, like her tiny former apartments. A plane soared far above her, the lights winking at her. She had almost drifted off when she felt... something. It almost felt like she was underwater, pressure all around her. Fully awake again she sits up and looks around the room trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. The pressure was still there, but a little lighter. Shaking her head trying to clear the sensation she gets up. No point in trying to sleep while this, whatever, was going on. The massive flannel shirt that was her sleep attire fell to her knees. Still unsure of what to do she walks over to her dresser against the wall and runs a soft brush through her long auburn hair. A glance in the mirror shows her a slightly spooked woman, the darkness making her pale skin seem white and her green eyes darker. 

The sensation nagged at her, making her fidgety. On a whim she pulled on a pair of jeans and her sneakers and went out to stand on the deck off the kitchen. The moon was past it's zenith, but the dawn was still hours away. Lacking any kind of patio furniture she resorted to sitting on the steps leading down to the lawn. She listened to the crickets singing out their hearts, the wind in the trees and grasses of the meadow. Somewhere a bird chirped in it's sleep.

He couldn't believe the woman was actually outside in known wolf country in the middle of the night. He had felt her moving in the house from his cover in the brush of the meadow. Now here she was sitting in the moonlight and looking decidedly tempting. The wolf in him saw a strong female, he wanted to investigate. Only years of being reminded how delicate their situation with the locals was kept him in check. He watched her as she seemed to go from agitation similar to what he was feeling to a state of calm he thought he would've envied, until he realized he felt the same peace. Curious he inched closer, trusting to his skill as a wolf and the steady breeze to keep him hidden in the swaying grass. 

He was almost to the edge of the meadow before he stopped. A rabbit broke near him and she startled, almost looking right at him. A jolt went through him as her eyes passed by his, and from the sudden intake of breath he could hear all the way out here, so did she. Slowly, carefully, he rose. He didn't want to frighten her. The breeze ran over his coat, making it move in the moonlight. Her eyes widened a little as she registered what he was, what she thought he was. If she had been a normal wolf her reaction to hold stock still and keep her breathing even may have saved her, or cost her dearly, depending on the state of the wolf. But he took it for an invitation. Still moving slowly he left the concealment of the grass and stepped out onto the small lawn. Hoping she at least knew about dogs he crouched down into a bow, similar to what the human's partners would do when they wanted to play. He flagged his tail back and forth, ears pricked foreword, trying to give her every sign he could that he was friendly. 

For a few moments nothing happened, except that he began to feel silly. With a "Humph." He dropped himself into a sitting position and cocked his head to the side. Her breathing had slowed, and she seemed less tense now, so maybe the little display had been worth it. With a visible effort she steeled herself and started to walk over to him. She stopped a few feet away and did something that he classified as very brave, she sat down. 



New Territory



I met Ryan when we were in our sophomore year of high school. He was a funny, out going, goofy kid who really didn't talk to me very much; I didn't talk much to him either, though. Every now and then we would joke around or get into a brief conversation about something like TV or video games, but that was about it really. I guess that's why at the time, I didn't realize how big of a role Ryan would play in my life, at a later date. 

I knew early on that he was gay. Everyone knew though. Not a person in the school hated him or had any issues with him, but it was common knowledge that Ryan was gay. He'd had a few boyfriends here and there throughout high school, but never seemed to have anything serious going with any of them. That's how things went for the entire time we were in school, until graduation day when we both walked down that isle and received our diplomas.

I was outside the school after it was done and over with, with my family doing the usual graduation day picture thing. There were hugs, and laughter and congratulations from everyone, when Ryan walked up to me from behind and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey Jake," he said, as I turned around.

"Ryan; congratulations dude!"

"Same to you buddy," he said. "Can you believe it's over?"

"Hardly; it feels like just yesterday we were freshmen."

"I know," he said, laughing. "I gotta get going...but listen, we should keep in touch. We didn't hang much throughout high school, but you seem like a cool guy. Mind exchanging numbers?"

"Yeah, sure!"

I went ahead and handed him my phone, allowing him to put in his phone number under my contacts list. He handed it back to me, and I called him, allowing it to ring once only; just enough for my number to pop up on his screen, so he could save it.

After that, we shook hands and to my surprise...he gave me a hug, before heading off to meet up with his parents by their car. I figured that would probably be the last I would see him, even though we had exchanged phone numbers. I would find out a few days later, that I was actually very wrong about that.

It was probably about three days later, when I got a text message from Ryan; that's not even the shocking part though. The shocking part was what he had texted to me. When I opened the message, I was greeted by a picture of someone's ass...clearly a man's too, as I could see not just their ass but their balls. 

When the initial surprise wore off, I realized that it was Ryan's ass I was looking at. "What the hell," I asked myself, trying to figure out what the point behind this was. 

I texted back, "Dude, what the hell?"

A few moments later, my phone chirped again, indicating another incoming text message.

"Sorry Jake, sent to the wrong person."

I laughed, realizing it had been a mistake. Then the phone chirped again, and I looked back at the screen.

"Or did I?"

He was goofing around with me now, or at least I figured he probably was. "Good one," I wrote back.

Again, I received another picture message...this time, it was of Ryan's cock. I shook my head and laughed, realizing that it could have been a mistake the first time; but it was definitely being done on purpose now. 

"Do you like what you see?" He wrote to me next.

"Ryan...I'm straight..." I replied.

"So?"

I hesitated for a few moments, just to get another text before I could manage to write anything back to him.

"You've never been at least a little curious?"

He had me there; I couldn't deny. Not a whole lot of people were aware, actually nobody was aware...but the thought had crossed my mind on numerous occasions since I was in maybe my freshmen year of high school. Of course, I had never actually done anything with another guy before. I always figured the odds of me doing anything at all were pretty slim. I never had any trouble with girls, although occasionally when it came to sex, I was left feeling unsatisfied. 

The more I found myself feeling unsatisfied, the more I found myself feeling curious about things like this. I had never told anyone about any of these thoughts; if there was anyone I could trust, it was probably Ryan.

"Maybe...sometimes..." I wrote back.

"See? That's normal. No one is completely straight in my opinion." He answered. 

The next thing I knew, my phone was ringing; it was Ryan, trying to call me. I sighed, figuring it would be easier to talk on the phone, then texting back and forth. I pressed talk and held the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"You wanna get together? Maybe just hang out a few hours?"

"Um...I mean, we've never hung out before. Why now?"

"Honestly? Because, I've always thought you were pretty cute. I was thinking maybe I could help satisfy that curiosity of yours...if your brave enough, that is."

What was I going to say? Did I really want to do something like this; I had no idea if it was right or wrong. I couldn't deny that I definitely was curious, and now that I had told Ryan I was curious...well, he probably wasn't going to back off so easy. 

"Okay," I said, hardly even realizing that I had said it.

"Where at?"

"How about your house?"

"My house; uh, no that's not a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I just...don't feel comfortable doing anything like this here. With my parents home and all that, you know?"

"What, are they homophobic?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "No, no of course not," I said, reassuring him.

"It's just...I don't want to take the chance of them hearing anything, or walking in on anything that they don't need to see."

There was a pause, and I wondered if maybe he was going to call it off now that I had refused to meet at my house.

"Fair enough," he said, finally. "You know the entrance to the park by the school?"

I knew what he was talking about. Pennypack Park was ten minutes from my house, with about 1,600 acres. There was an entrance down near the middle school I use to go to when I was younger. Ryan told me to meet him there, and we would figure out what to do from that point. I hung the phone up, and sighed, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I had just agreed to have sex with another man...or something of sexual nature anyway. 

I didn't know if we were going to actually end up fucking, but we were definitely going to be doing something. I decided to take a shower, and when I was done I threw on a pair of shorts and a red muscle shirt. I grabbed my phone, and made my way out the front door, heading towards the spot where we were going to meet at.

It was about a fifteen minute walk from my house to the Ryan Ave entrance; I found it funny, that I was meeting Ryan on Ryan Avenue. I laughed silently about it, figuring I would mention that to him when we got together; I was sure he'd get a kick out of it himself. When I arrived at the entrance to the park, Ryan was not there yet, so I sat down on a nearby bench and texted him asking where he was. 

No reply. 

A few minutes passed, and I was starting to wonder if maybe he had just been fucking around with me...how stupid was I going to feel, if that turned out to be the case. I almost hoped that he wasn't standing me up right now, just so that I didn't end up looking like an idiot in the end.

I was just about to start walking home, when I spotted someone across the street walking in my direction; sure enough, it was Ryan.

"I thought you weren't coming," I said, 

nervously as he stepped up to me.

"Really? Well, I'm fucking horny, so there's no way I wasn't going to show up here, haha."

Typical Ryan, no problem stating how he really felt and not caring what anyone thought about it; I laughed, and ran a hand through my hair. It was pretty obvious by my face, that I was very nervous, and he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Let's go for a little hike, if you know what I mean," he said, motioning towards the entrance to the park.

"Really? In the woods? I mean...are you sure?"

"Why not," he asked. "This part is always empty. No one ever comes down here, except at night and their all junkies and alcoholics. We should be able to find a spot quiet and private enough down there."

He was probably right. It didn't really matter though, because he was already making his way down into the woods, before I could even give him any sort of an answer. I sighed, and started running after him to keep up with him as we made our way deeper into the park. We walked for a good twenty minutes or so, before Ryan finally stopped...and pointed off to his right, where the trees and grass gave off a good spot where we could duck out of view and not be seen by anyone passing by. 

I followed him through the small dirt path, that led to a slight incline and up behind a bunch of trees and bushes.

I turned around and looked back down towards the path; this wasn't actually all that bad, I realized. From up here, I could see the path but not all that well. If we were to sit, it would definitely be easy to stay out of sight. 

As I thought this over, Ryan suddenly pushed my back up against a tree behind me, and I gasped in surprise. He smiled at me, and I felt his hands move down my back and over my ass, before giving it a squeeze.

"You know, I have wanted to have fun with you for so long now Jake," he said softly. "We'll take it slow, I promise. Your curious, and I'm gay, and I am more then willing to help you...experiment, if that's what you want."

I gave no answer. Just looked down at my feet nervously, and he suddenly leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I was surprised, but started kissing him back. His lips were soft, and his breath was minty fresh. I felt his tongue against my lips, and as I parted them it slid right into my mouth and began wrestling with my own tongue. 

Hands started to roam, and he started tugging at my shorts. He stopped kissing me briefly, just long enough to pull my shorts down, along with my boxers. I watched, as he took in the sight of my semi-erect cock, and licked his lips. Ryan wrapped his fingers around my member, and I groaned; his hand was warm to the touch, and he started slowly stroking. His lips returned to mine, tongue darting right back into my mouth as he continued stroking my cock until it was fully erect.

Once again breaking the kiss, his lips moved to my neck now, and started kissing, biting and sucking. I moaned, loving the feel of his mouth against my neck, and his hand stroking my cock. He stopped for a moment, and told me to take my shirt off, and I obeyed. Then, he began licking and sucking on my nipples, which fueled the fire even more. My cock was throbbing at this point, and I had surprised even myself at how much I was enjoying this, so far. 

Sure, I'd been curious; but I never thought I would actually like something like this, as much as I seemed to like it.

Ryan tightened his grip on my cock just a little, jerking it faster while continuing to tease my nipples and suck on them. I could feel that familiar feeling of pressure, starting to build up in my balls; I was getting close. I was really about to cum, from having another guy jerk my cock. That was a strange thought, really. 

I was starting to moan louder now, panting and leaning my head back in pleasure as Ryan stroked my cock faster now. 

"I...I'm gonna cum," I said, my voice low and raspy.

"Yeah? Do it for me Jake; cum for me."

"Oh fuck," I moaned. "I'm gonna...I'm cumming!"

At that exact moment, I felt my cock explode in his hand. I gasped, biting my lip and trying not to get to loud, as I spewed a pretty big load of cum all over Ryan's hand. Some of it landed on the grass underneath of us, but there was quite a lot. A good seven or eight, thick ropes of cum, shooting from my dick.

"I take it you enjoyed that, just now," Ryan laughed.

"Oh shit...yeah," I said, breathing heavily and chuckling.

When it was over, he let go of my cock and raised his hand up for me to see the cum that was dripping down his fingers. He licked it all off of his hand, and I couldn't help but think how hot it looked.

"Congratulations," he said, suddenly.

"You just had your first gay experience. Any thoughts?"

"Yeah," I said, slowly. "It felt great."

"I could tell; and it left me with quite a hard on myself."

I looked down, and sure enough, I could see the outline of his hard cock in his shorts. I laughed, nervously; I sort of felt obligated to help him take care of it. After all, it was me who got him that hard to begin with, and he had gotten me off. Fair was fair, I figured.

"Well...what do you want me to do?"

"That depends on you," he said. "What are you willing to do?"

I thought about it for a few moments, and decided what I wanted to do next. I knelt down in front of him, and he actually seemed a little surprised at first, as I pulled his shorts down to his ankles. His throbbing member sprang free, standing at about eight inches and it was pretty thick too. He was fully erect, and I was impressed by what I saw, although it made me feel a little embarrassed that he was actually a little bigger then me.

His cock was right in my face, and I inhaled the musky aroma of sweat and balls. Taking a deep breath, I moved in closer and started by licking the tip, just to get a taste. The feeling of my tongue against his cock was enough to earn a low moan from him, as I swirled my tongue around the head of his shaft for a few moments. 

Then, it ran down the length of his shaft and to his hairless balls, licking them for a few moments. Getting a little brave now, I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and he gasped. I let it pop out of my mouth, and then sucked in the other one and he trembled as I sucked on it.

Releasing his balls, I started licking his shaft again, up and down the length of it before coming back to his head again. Now that I was starting to adjust, I decided to take it a step further. Opening my mouth wide, I took his dick between my lips, swallowing as much of him as I could possibly manage, before he hit the back of my throat and I jumped in surprise and gagged a little.

"Easy," he whispered. "Go at your own pace."

I did as he said, glad that he seemed to be pretty patient with me, and started to slowly bob my head. His cock sliding in and out of my mouth, I took my time and gradually started picking up the pace. Eventually, I started trying to take more of him again, attempting to work his dick with my throat. 

I gagged again, and found it difficult at first, but slowly adjusted. As I adjusted, he let out a moan, that told me I was doing good so far.

He reached down, running his hands through my hair and forcing my mouth down further over his cock. Further and further, until finally I could feel his balls pressing against my chin. 

He held me there for a moment, my eyes starting to water up, before I finally gagged and he let me go. I pulled back, releasing him from my mouth and gasped for air, spit running down my chin.

"You're doing a really good job," he said, looking down at me.

I looked at his cock, glistening in the sun light with my spit and realized how much thicker the head seemed; he was close. Wanting to make him feel good, the way he had done for me, I swallowed his cock whole again and resumed sucking and deep throating. 

I was still gagging, but I was ignoring it and pressing on...and actually enjoying myself, too.

I felt him tensing up a bit, and he pulled at my hair. I could hear him breathing heavier, moaning softly as he started thrusting in and out of my mouth. He was fucking my mouth now, and I was surprised to say, I was loving it.

Suddenly, he shoved his cock all the way to the back of my throat and held my head in place as he had done a few minutes earlier. This time though, he started to shake, and moaning and panting. I could feel his cock pulsating, and I knew it was time. At the exact moment that I realized what was about to happen, Ryan cried out in pleasure and his cock exploded. 

The first glob of cum shot directly down my throat, and I choked a little. It was followed closely, by about three more direct shots. The next three landed on my tongue, giving me a taste of his warm, sticky fluids. It almost tasted sweet, and I swallowed it down with the rest of it.

His orgasm began to subside, and as it did, his hands loosened up around my head allowing me to pull back some. I removed his cock from my mouth, it was dripping with spit and cum. I licked it clean, until there wasn't a trace of his cum left, and then stood up again on shaky legs.

"That...was very impressive," Ryan said, with a grin.

"Think so?" I asked, my voice raspy from deep throating.

"You did great; you sure you've never tried it before?"

"Positive, that was definitely my first time."

"Huh; I guess you must be a natural born cock sucker, then."

We laughed, as we pulled our shorts back up again and took a moment to catch our breath. Once we had recovered from our little session, we made our way back down to the path and started walking back up to the streets. 

We talked about what we had just done as we walked, and I agreed that this would definitely not be the last encounter we would have. Ryan told me to let him know when I wanted to do something else, and I promised I would.