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Performing

By: voluptuary_manque



Monty Kingsford forced his bleary eyes open, shook his mop of black hair and looked around. There wasn't much to see, just the inside of a cage and the walls beyond. 

What in the Hell am I doing in a cage? And where are my clothes and since I'm already caged up, why am I shackled?

He'd been walking home from a late study night at the library. The late December day had started cold and blustery and by evening had turned bitter so he pulled his watch cap farther down over his ears and turned up his collar. He'd just stuffed his hands into the pockets of his puffy coat when a pair of arms pinned his to his sides and a hand had shoved a wet handkerchief under his nose. As he struggled, he was aware of a sweet, cloying odor and then everything went black.

How long had he been unconscious? Long enough for someone to strip off all his clothes and tie him up, obviously, and to take him somewhere and stuff him in a cage. He looked around some more. The warm room appeared to be a basement. The windows next to the ceiling let in enough light to make him think it was morning, maybe even past morning. Oh crap. By now his mother would be frantic. With her husband dead ten years, her only son was the center of her life. He had to get out and away but even if he broke his bonds and somehow opened the cage, getting out through those high windows would be a problem. Besides, the weather was near freezing.

While he stewed and concentrated on his predicament, the door opened and a slim young redhead in a cheerleader's outfit sauntered in, a black leather medical bag in her hand. She shut the door behind her.

"Hi, Monty, been awake long?"

"Lisa? What . . .? Lisa, get me out of here, Mom will be frantic not knowing where I am."

"No and wrong. I'm not about to let you out and your mother is perfectly aware where you are. In fact, she's upstairs having a drink with mine."

Monty's jaw dropped. He tried to start a sentence three times but gave up and just sat there stupefied.

"Monty, my mom and dad like to celebrate each Winter Solstice with an orgy for their closest friends and now that I'm eighteen they decided it would be cute to have me in a sex show to start things off. I said it was only okay if the guy wasn't some doofus who would spread it all over school and your mom suggested you. She thinks it will be good for you."

"My—my mother? Good for me? But with a bunch of people our parents' age watching? I—I could never . . . ."

"Now you're over-thinking again, just like your father always did. Your mom says he'd still be alive if he hadn't stewed and worried himself into hypertensive heart disease and a premature death. She's afraid you're going to be just like him. So we all decided that what you really need to do is learn to be more spontaneous. Now I'm not sure what all of tonight's details are but the end result will be letting you out of this cage so you can throw yourself on me and fuck my brains out. And that means you need to drop a shitload of inhibitions so that's why I'm here."

With a toss of her pony tail and a leer on her freckled face, Lisa opened the black bag and took out a sterile syringe and a small bottle with something indecipherable written on the label. Her tongue tip stuck out in concentration, she moistened a cotton ball with alcohol and reached through the bars to swab Monty's hip. Then she carefully filled the syringe and squeezed out a droplet.

Lisa cocked her head to one side and looked down at her neighbor sternly. "Mister, I've had my eye on you for a while and should I finally decide that being Mrs. Kingsford is what I want, I have no plans for early widowhood. If too much thinking killed your dad then you, sir, are going to learn to let things go and operate by instinct sometimes. Fortunately, modern science has come to the rescue with this bag full of delicious chemicals. They'll make you into one lusty animal in time for the party."

She unlocked the door to the cage and leaned in. "Don't move!" she ordered and jabbed the needle into Monty's butt and squeezed out the contents.

"Ow! What was that?" The injection site burned and the heat started to expand outward from the center.

"I'm not sure of the exact formula but Mom says it's a combination of androgens, male hormones. Testosterone is a major component, of course, but there are some others. Anyway, it will have several effects tonight and for the next few days. It will make you a little more aggressive, hornier and your beard will get thicker. It will grow faster, too, but don't worry about that part. I'll give you a shave before the party starts. I'll leave the bag here and come back a couple of times more to dose you up. Now, I'm going to give you a choice. If you promise to not try and escape, which would mortify your mother, I'll let you out of the bonds. However, you have to be tethered back up again before the show starts and given what Mom said about what I just gave you, I probably ought to do it now."

"I—I guess so. Can I at least be more comfortable? Lying like this is giving me a cramp in the neck."

"Sure. I'll go get some more pillows to put behind your back and head and then I'll spread eagle you. That way when they drop the front of the cage and release you, you can come snarling out at me all rampant and rutting. Gawd, I'm getting excited just thinking about it." 

With that said, she left.

Monty had heard the phrase "too much information" before, usually as a joke. Today it wasn't funny. His neighbors threw orgies and his mother attended? The pretty next door cheerleader, who he usually thought of as a pal, had marriage designs on him as and was using tonight to try him out? And all their family friends were going to watch? And he was being charged up to perform—maybe this was some bad dream and he would wake up, but he didn't think it was.

After long minutes of solitary misery, Monty heard the door open and Lisa came back carrying pillows—followed by her mother. Molly Leupold carried a set of keys and while Lisa fluffed up the pillows and placed them around Monty's back and neck she reached through the bars to first unlock the leather cuffs that held him and then to attach them to the upper corners of his confinement. Afterwards she tethered his ankles wide apart leaving him exposed and blushing furiously.

"Oh come now, Monty," she murmured through a grin, "don't act like no woman has ever seen you naked before. Myra Bakewell says me you've gotten into her Darla's pants at least twice. It isn't like you're a virgin or anything like that, any more than Lisa here is." She unlocked the cage front and squatted down to bounce his 'package' gently. "I expect to see this put to good use this evening, don't you Lisa?"

"I thought you said I was going to be blindfolded. How will I be able to see?"

Molly rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Such a literal child! Very well, then, we'll see and you'll feel it put to good use. Is that better? You are looking forward to this, of course?"

Lisa pursed her lips and looked thoughtful. "Well, I'd have preferred my first time with him to be a little more private. But if putting on a show to get the rest of you in a rutting mood is what I have to do to try out my proposed fiancé, I can handle it."

"P—proposed fiancé? I'm not ready to get married, yet, and don't I get to date other girls first?"

"Nonsense!" The voice came from the door. 

Monty looked up and saw his mother wearing a tight knit cocktail dress with plunging cleavage. She starred down at him. 

"While your father and I were very happy together, half the marriages in this country end in divorce due, in my opinion, to bad choices on young peoples' parts. Molly and I know you two far better than you know yourselves and we are quite sure you belong together. So—consider tonight an announcement of your engagement. The sooner you two hitch up the more sex you can start having. I recommend every night."

Molly Leupold held a squeeze bottle to Monty's lips. "This is just water and some nutrients, Monty. We don't want you getting dehydrated while you wait to go on." Then she gave him a couple of big swallows and closed the cage. 

The three women turned to go. "Molly and I will be seeing to the canapés and cocktails, dear," Gwendolyn Kingsford advised her son, "but Lisa will be back to dose you up with some more exciting potions as soon as she's all made up—and to give you a shave. Promise mother you won't let her down?" 

And with a leer, the three left.

Montgomery Kingsford was an unusually bright teenager and observing his classmates had made him a cynical one. He had come to the rueful conclusion that cluelessness was a male secondary sex characteristic and now it seemed he was little better than the others. He's only been eight when his father died and growing up with a single mother it never occurred to him to wonder why she had not dated after a respectable period of mourning. Now the evidence strongly pointed to the Friday or Saturday night 'bridge parties' at the Leupolds' house being something else entirely. 

When he was small, the adults had just bundled him and Lisa together in her room where they had slept innocently away. Monty had always awakened in his own bed the next morning blissfully ignorant of any hanky-panky that might have gone on. As soon as he was old enough to be left home alone, he was and that, he was now sure, allowed his mother freer rein with her sexuality. Marking the year's shortest day with an orgy indicated that the rein was not only free but had fallen completely off! And now that he and Lisa were of legal age, they were expected to join in? And Lisa was okay with the idea? To be the center-stage entertainment? He began to chew worriedly on his lower lip.

After some time spent in doleful musing, Monty heard the basement door open again and looked up to see Lisa enter. She still wore what could technically be called a cheerleader outfit but it was far different from the one she wore to school or to games. The skirt was shorter, more a ruffle than a skirt. Underneath was a Brazilian bikini bottom that displayed both ass cheeks in their pink, bubble-butt glory and the sweater, while in the proper colors for their high school, was so thin and so tight that her high breasts and nipples clearly showed underneath. As she opened the black bag once again, she had his complete attention

Pulling out a container, she shook out a pill, picked up the squeeze bottle and opened the cage door. "Now," she said quietly with set jaw, "you can either take this the easy way or I can get mean. Which will it be?"

Monty sighed. "I'll take it. I think I've figured out what's really been going on since Dad died and now I know how much this means to Mom—to you and Molly. I don't want to let anyone down."

At his words, Lisa suddenly relaxed. She cocked her head to the side again and a warm smile spread across her face. She reached out and patted him on the cheek. 

"You really are the one, aren't you? Mom was right; you're going to be a great Christmas present. Where are you going to college?"

"Brown. My grandfather set up a trust for me when Dad died because both of them and one of my great-grandfathers graduated from there. If they don't let me in they have to give it back and since I've kept up my grades, I just told them I wanted to go and they mailed me an acceptance letter."

"Brown? That'll work. I've been accepted to Bryant, among other places, and those two are only twelve miles apart. We'll get an apartment somewhere between, Greenville, maybe. Oh, I'm going to love being married to you. Now, honey, say 'ah' and swallow."

The pill disappeared down Monty's throat. "What was that one for?"

Lisa grinned. "It's a thousand milligram Viagra mixed with Tx2-6, a peptide derived from the toxin of some nasty Brazilian spider. In about forty-five minutes, you're going to have the stiffest hard-on of your life and it will stay that way for an hour. I'm gonna go so reamed! Anyway, I'll be back in about thirty minutes to give you a shave and the final dose. Shortly after that it'll be up the elevator and into the living room so the show can start. No worries, Monty, you won't let anyone down, not now. Want me to undo your cuffs?"

"Please. It's getting really uncomfortable."

Lisa's last entry made Monty's eyes pop. She still had her skimpy cheer suit on but now her face was fully made up and it looked like the party had already started. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and there was a bright red hand print on either side of her ass. 

"Everyone's starting to feel each other up. Your mom's been boob-palmed at least four times and mine has had her panties pulled off and stuffed into one of the men's tux pocket. Here," she said reaching through the bars with a squeeze bottle, "take a big sniff in each nostril. It's called PL-6983 and it's a real, working aphrodisiac. With the other two things I gave you, in fifteen minutes you will be horniest dude in town. Once I'm strapped down and ready, they'll let you out and you won't be able to help fucking me, probably half the night. So think hot thoughts for the next few minutes while I soap up your face and scrape you smooth. Dad and Harry Felder will be down shortly to bring you upstairs."

When the two men arrived, Monty was definitely feeling the effects of his 'dosing'. His head was slightly stuffy, his face flushed, his cock iron-bar hard and he was clutching the bars hard enough to leave fingerprints.

"Well, son," Frank Leupold boomed, "you sure look set to give my little girl the fucking of her life. Hang on while we put some wheels under you and we'll have you upstairs in a trice."

Though he was familiar with the Leupold's large home, Monty never suspected that it had an elevator. Nor that it opened through a concealed panel in the living room's walnut walls. As he was wheeled out into the room amidst applause, the scene of imminent depravity was astonishing. Men who had started the evening in neat tuxedos were now considerably disheveled. Women who had started in feminine versions of the same were now reduced to the shirt, coat and high heels. Monty saw his mother leaning back against a gentleman with her hand in his fly and his inside her cleavage massaging one breast. Two women in cocktail dresses were leaning on the dining table with their skirts hiked up over their hips and their eyes closed in contentment as men fondled their buttocks and probed their intimate parts.

Only Lisa remained fully clothed, if one considered her skimpy costume 'clothed' and she scampered around with a tray of canapés interrupting erotic behavior with an offer of food and rubbing herself against the various men in the room. 

As Monty was rolled out of the elevator and into the room, Molly Leupold gently pushed away the ardent man groping her, straightened her dress and announced, "My dear friends and lovers, it is time for, if I may be permitted a deliberate pun, the climax of the evening." Guffaws rang through the group. "Tonight we welcome the next generation into our happy play group, my daughter Lisa and Gwen's darling Montgomery. Over the course of the next year you will naturally get intimately familiar with either (or possibly both) of them but tonight Lisa has elected to be most thoroughly plundered by young Master Kingsford and she has chosen you to be the witnesses. As you can see, Monty is, courtesy of a wonderful cocktail of medications, bull ready." The women murmured appreciatively. "Now all that's needed is to prepare the little object of his desire. If I can have some assistance?"

Two men who, if they weren't so disarrayed, might have looked distinguished stepped up to Lisa. She flushed with excitement. She raised her arms coquettishly over her head and the sweater was whisked up at the same time her skirt and panties were whisked down leaving her standing there charmingly naked in bobby socks and sneakers. Molly handed the men a box and they took out a thick blindfold and fastened it over Lisa's eyes. Then they buckled fur-lined cuffs to both her wrists and ankles. One last dive into the box and a pair of rubber suction cups were squeezed shut and then popped over her nipples. Their sudden pull made the girl gasp. 

While this was going on, Frank Leupold rolled an elaborate rack from a side room that seemed to have evolved from a sawhorse. There was a large leather-covered cylindrical pad across one end and a smaller one at the other. The center beam was padded, too. Lisa turned away from Monty, spread her legs and her ankle cuffs snapped to the legs of the frame. She bent over and her wrists were pulled down and shackled leaving her stretched out, helpless and open.

Molly looked straight at Monty, now panting with lust and straining at the bars of the cage. 

"Primate researchers tell us that many species' females show their readiness with bright red bottoms." She turned to her daughter. "Shall we make sure you're ready, baby, and get your bottom all red for Monty?'

Lisa giggled and wiggled her ass in response then gasped as Gwen turned a large wand vibrator on and applied it to her pussy. 

"Well," announced Molly, "that should get her good and ready. Now for the reddening." Her husband handed her a light riding crop and she set to gently smacking Lisa's butt. It obviously didn't hurt very much but the girl's skin was so fair that each stroke made a mark that was first pink then bright red. 

Lisa's moans from the vibrator and glowing skin started to affect the party-goers. Trousers dropped, skirts lifted and women got pulled down onto men's laps. Cocks impaled pussies to the sound of delighted moans and growls but all kept their eyes on the girl in the center of the room. Finally, she threw back her head, chirped in orgasm and both women stepped back.

"Okay, let him at her!" The cage door dropped and Monty, completely out of control, rushed out. He seized Lisa by the hips and drove his super-hard cock deep into her. She screamed. "Yes! Fuck me, Monty, fuck me hard! And don't stop, just—don't—stop!"

The room burst into applause, at least some of it did. Others were too occupied to pay any attention to the young couple. Gwen's sparkling knit dress shucked off over her head and tossed aside followed by her thong. The woman was lifted off the floor, thrown head down over a large man's shoulder and carried kicking down the hall in search of a bed. 

The same scene happened all over the living room but Monty paid no attention. His whole world was the view of Lisa's butt and back and the sensations of sex. Release. He craved release but the chemical cocktail had made him too hard to cum. Harder and faster he pounded her, the slapping heard all through the big home. Sweat popped out on his forehead and dripped down his face, off the end of his nose and down his neck. Still he pounded her, the tension rising higher and higher. His shoulders tingled. His face felt like a balloon ready to burst until finally, with a scream, he emptied himself into her in what felt like a five minute orgasm. And when it was finally over, he staggered back and collapsed on a sofa.

Someone he didn't recognize unlocked Lisa's cuffs and helped her to her feet and over to the sofa to flop down next to Monty. "Gawd!" She murmured and they both fell asleep.

Monty woke up to the feeling of a warm moist cloth wiping his face and cleaning him up.

"Very well done, son," his mother said. She was still naked but as self-assured as if dressed in the latest from Paris. "You did us proud. But like daughter, like mother. You've had a half hour to rest and Molly is waiting for you in the main guest bedroom. Up you get, it's down that hall, second door on the left."

Wondering, Monty did as ordered and when he opened the door Molly Leupold was laying on one side, the sheet pulled up just to her hip, her head supported on her left hand. The right waved him forward.


Performing For The Boss



I was recently encouraged to share this story with the readers after sharing it with “the ladies” over Friday night drinks. I just turned 30 and this happened to me nearly six years ago. I had recently graduated from hotel and restaurant management at a University in the Northeast and landed a job at a very hi-profile hotel in New York City. I had been working at the hotel slightly over a year when this happened. 

My name is Katie and at the time (actually, not much has changed in the way that I look), I’m 5’5” 112lbs with long brown hair and brown eyes and perky 34B breasts (I guess they were perkier then) and what many guys have told me was my best feature, a well shaped, firm, sexy ass. I was living with my boyfriend from college but I was having an affair with a guy I worked with. Vince was 6’0” tall and 170lbs pounds of lean, sexy male. He was older then me (he had just turned 30) was unhappily married and he was the most amazing lover I had ever had even though it was a short list. 

He also was the first person to make me understand why so many women (whether they admit it or not) prefer a well-hung guy. I’m sure there is such a thing as being too big but Vince was perfect. He was 7 ½”, thick and cut with an amazing head and he shaved his balls which I also discovered I loved. He also had the sweetest cum I ever tasted. I had tried swallowing with my boyfriend and one other lover in college but it grossed me out. With Vince I would hunger for his cum. He could fuck for a solid 45 minutes before cumming and in that time I would sometimes cum 3 or 4 times. I didn’t like myself sometimes because he was married but we had genuine feelings for each other that went beyond the amazing sex.

Debbie was our boss. She and Vince often clashed heads over office politics and Vince went out of his way to protect the people in our department from her. She was 28 and obviously overcome with the power of a high-ranking position at the celebrity filled hotel. It was a shame too for her because she was very attractive and had a great body but she was alone. She spent nearly 12 to 14 hours a day at the hotel. Many of the people at work would joke she needed to get laid to lighten up a little. She always dressed well in her power suits and made sure to let whoever saw know that under those pinstripes was a full, firm set of breasts, long, shapely legs and an ass that almost rivaled mine.

What happened was a shock at first but to this day it was one of the best sexual events of my life. It was a Friday night and Vince was scheduled to work until 10 and I was scheduled to close the department at 11PM. Debbie asked Vince to stay, which was surprising because we weren’t sold out. In fact, it was the day before Labor Day weekend and the place was less then 75% full. Vince didn’t mind because he hoped if we walked out together we would find a place to be together for a little while before I had to get home. We had been horny for each other all week but hadn’t had a chance to be together.

At 11PM after all the reports were done, Debbie had us close and lock-up our outer office and join her in her office. Hers was the only one still open on our floor at that hour. Vince and I looked at each other as we made the short walk down the hall and knocked on her door. She called us in. She was sitting behind her desk in her leather chair, her jacket off and I could see the lacey bra she wore through her silk blouse. She took off her glasses and told us to sit down. She motioned for Vince to close the door behind him. At this point I became a bit nervous because the hotel didn’t allow dating, especially when you were in the same department. Besides, Vince was married and although we were very discreet people could see the chemistry between us. It took less then two minutes to realize this was why she had called us in that night.

After a long discussion about hotel policies and the fact that Vince was married and that it was obvious to many people we were having an affair, she said she had decided on something. Okay, here it goes. I figured one of us was getting fired or transferred or something like that. Instead her next statement nearly knocked me off my chair. The expression “floored” comes to mind even to this day when I think about it (and I do still think about it). 

“I’d really like to see you two fuck.” She said it so matter of fact that Vince and I both had that shocked look. “Excuse me?” Vince asked her, I’m sure that like me he thought he must’ve heard her wrong.
“C’mon, we’re all adults here. I find the both of you sexy as hell and Katie here has bragged about you to a few of the girls who like to tell me everything.” My mind was racing to figure out who had a loud mouth amongst the girls that I confided in but couldn’t think too clearly at that moment. Vince and I had discussed how hot we thought it would be to go to a swingers club not to swing but just because we both wanted to fuck in front of strangers and watch others having sex. I wondered though if Debbie expected to join in. I was uncertain on two counts regarding that. Number one, although I had fantasized and masturbated thinking about making love to another woman I wasn’t ready to make it a reality yet. Number two, I was jealous. I was in love with Vince and the thought of him fucking his wife made me crazy let alone if I had to watch him fuck our boss. 
“You’re just planning on watching then?” I asked her because to me that would be okay.
“Just watch,” she said then she smiled and reached into her pocketbook and took out a silver vibrator and ran it over her lips and down between her tits. “Watch and keep myself entertained.” She leaned back in her chair. I looked at Vince who was looking at her and obviously trying to gauge the situation. I was curious what he was thinking but when I looked down and saw the growing bulge in his suit pants I knew he was thinking what I was. We stood up and went around to her side of the desk. 
“What do you want us to do?” Vince asked.
“Katie, I bet you’re quite the little cock sucker, aren’t you?” I didn’t answer but it turned me on to hear those words coming from our boss. “Modest, are we?” she laughed.
“Vince, does she suck your cock well?” 
“The best.” He said and his bedroom eyes were boring into hers.
“Well then, lets start there.” And she leaned back again.

Vince was leaning against her desk, maybe five feet in front of her. His jacket and tie and shirt were gone quickly. I undid my blouse and slipped my skirt off and stood there in my thigh-hi stockings, black bra and matching panties. I knelt in front of my lover and undid his pants and then grasped his cock through his boxers so that Debbie could see what I was about to enjoy. I think I heard her purr, but I wasn’t sure. She was touching her breasts through her blouse and her nipples looked like a match to my own, thick and long and at that moment very hard. I made a show of kissing his cock for a while before I revealed it to her. When I did finally pull his shorts down he was rock hard and his beautiful, perfect cock throbbed for the whole world to see. His balls were so smooth and freshly shaven and my mouth gravitated towards them first. 

I gave his balls a tongue bath and gently sucked them into my mouth one at a time (he loves that) before licking my way up his shaft and sucking the swollen head into my mouth. Vince has told me often that I don’t simply suck his cock but rather I make love to it. He was right I absolutely adored his cock. After ten minutes or so he pulled me into a standing position.

He leaned me against the desk and sat me on the edge. I was looking at Debbie now as he undid my bra. My nipples were so hard that they ached for his mouth. He had this way of not just sucking them, but taking the entire tip of my tit and applying a suction that never failed to make me drip. Truth was though; I was already so wet from everything that was happening. Seeing him work my titties must have inspired Debbie who was still just touching herself over her clothes. She started to unbutton her blouse. My eyes never left her as she pulled her silk blouse from her skirt and unhooked her front snap bra and exposed a very impressive set of tits. Her nipples were as long as mine but her areolas were larger and brown in contrast to my pink tips. They were wrinkled and very hard and I had to admit that if she were closer I may have leaned in and sucked on them.

Instead though she watched. She smiled at what she was seeing and the Bitch was anything but just then. She looked so good. I tapped Vince who lifted his mouth from my nipples and looked at our boss. I stroked his cock as we watched her pinch her nipples and rub her crotch over her skirt. He knelt in front of me and made sure Debbie could see as he peeled my wet panties down my thighs and off. He gasped when he saw me. I had shaved a few days earlier and again that morning. I had always kept myself neatly trimmed but now I was completely hairless. He forgot all about letting Debbie get a look at my pink pussy and his mouth attacked me. I came within a couple of minutes, my entire body shuddering and my moans filling the office. I was still shaking when he stood and kissed me and told me how “fucking amazing” my pussy looked. Now he turned and took a step away and let Debbie see for herself. I thought she was going to twist her nipples off. I think she liked what she was seeing too.

Vince’s cock was still like a steel pipe and despite how wet I was he had to ease it into me. We started fucking like two crazed animals. He was amazing because I knew he wanted to cum but he would slow up and let the urge pass and get back into it. I came again and looked over his shoulder at Debbie because I guess my eyes had been closed for a while. Her skirt was bunched up at her waste and her panties and pantyhose were gone. She had a thick bush of black pubes around a very wet and very pink pussy. The dildo was ¾ of the way into her and I watched as Vince went back to fucking me with fast, deep strokes. I could feel his cock swelling even more and thought he was about to cum. I told him I needed to taste his cum but he told me he wasn’t ready yet. We were both sweating despite the air conditioning in the office. I could smell sex in that room and it filled my nostrils and wet my pussy even more.

Vince pulled his cock out and dropped to his knees and started to lick my pussy some more. G-d, I loved the way he did that. He licked my clit long enough to bring me right to the edge before he stood and slid his cock back inside me, much easier then the first time. I was still looking at Debbie who was fucking herself frantically now and Vince looked over his shoulder and saw her naked pussy for the first time. I came again. Debbie shuddered and started cursing and moaning as her orgasm overtook her and her body shook and rocked for well over a minute.

Vince pulled his cock out and stepped back and turned towards Debbie. At first I thought he was going to shoot his cum all over her but he was just getting in position for her to watch me swallow his cum. I crumpled off the desk; my legs were so weak and slid in front of him. Usually I like to put about half his cock in my mouth when he explodes so I can play with his cum before swallowing it. Somehow I had enough sense to realize we were performing for Debbie. I held his cock a couple of inches from my wide open mouth and jerked his fat shaft and let her watch that beautiful cock explode into my hungry mouth. I swear I was swallowing the biggest load ever from my lover. I nearly came again as his cock just kept spurting until finally he slowed. I took the head in my mouth and made sure to suck out the last of it. 

I sat back exhausted and Vince sat on the floor next to me breathing heavy and covered in sweat. Debbie slowly pulled the cum covered vibrator from her pussy and sucked it clean which was sexy as hell. We were all quiet and catching our breath. When her phone rang we all jumped. 
“Yes. Of course. Yes… I’ll be up in 20 minutes? Okay, ten minutes.” She stood quickly and grabbed her panty and pantyhose from the floor and told us she had to get upstairs right away. Vince and I dressed quickly and within 15 minutes of the most intense fuck session of our lives; we were in the cool Manhattan night air. We both knew there was no way we could go home that night to our respective partners. We walked to the West Side and rented a room and fucked until 4 AM before we made our way home. 

As for Debbie, we never discussed the events of that night but she was less of a bitch towards us after that night. Vince left the hotel less then six months later. He left his wife a year after that. We were married in Las Vegas two years ago and I have never in my life been happier. Sometimes stories do have happy endings. Ours is one. 

Thank you Roni for translating my words into something legible and for urging me to tell my story because remembering was such a huge turn on.



Performing for Very Hot Voyeurs



At first glance they were not the couple you'd expect to be boarding a bus heading off to this particular tropical resort. While certainly not Hedonism, the place had a reputation as a top spot for those enjoying a sensual, playful atmosphere.

It's not like the duo wasn't attractive. He was 6' tall, good looking, appeared fit, with short cropped, dark curly hair. The woman 5'3", was quite pretty, with a good body. Maybe it was their both wearing slightly over sized, dark rimmed eye-glasses , that made them seem a little two buttoned-down for our mutual destination. 

Jan figured hubby had the look of a military man. Maybe a guy who needed a couple of drinks before "letting loose". We saw his wife in a different light, and developed a fun filled scenario.

She reminded us of a small town librarian, who had some of the more insightful male adolescents, undressing her with their longing eyes, taking out books they'd never read, and then fantasizing an encounter. This lady, while very likely overdressed at her job, still had the kind of form teenage boys could dream about. They'd imagine their MILF finding them in the now empty stacks around closing time. Seeing obvious excitement, she'd ask for a handkerchief. Next thing anyone knows "Ms. Smith" is wrapping her soft, beautiful, very skilled hands around the lucky young man's now pulsating dick, causing him to immediately fill the strategically placed hankie. Of course when the wishful daydreamer is done musing, it's his own palms filled with goo. 

That exchange of ideas made a rather long, somewhat uncomfortable journey much more pleasant, and before we could come up with something equally interesting for the husband, we'd reached our destination. 

Waiting on the same line to check in, we four introduced ourselves. 

"I'm Scott and this is my wife Janice."

"Hi!" I'm Michael and this is my wife Sharon."

Non-specific pleasantries continued to be exchanged. They were very personable, sharp, funny, and quite sweet. Our guess, given the accent, was they hailed from a southern part of the U.S.

Soon, our foursome was sharing a ride to individual cottages. After dropping Jan and I off the taxi proceeded perhaps another 50 yards before stopping once again, allowing Michael and Sharon to exit. They were our new neighbors! 

With a quick wave we four moved to our respective abodes. The accommodations were spectacular. Steps from the beach, each house had two full baths, a luxurious bedroom, kitchen, living room, deck, and private pool. Once unpacked and situated we took a more detailed look at our location. Janice noted with a twinkle, we had we had a great view of Sharon and Mike's place. That meant, as practiced voyeurs, we'd probably have a some great visuals in store. It also meant, as somewhat relatively modest exhibitionists, we'd have full control over what they saw from us.

After relaxing poolside, in shorts and with a couple drinks, the mutually agreed upon plan was to see how Mike and Sharon might react to some long distance, gentle teasing. Given their assumed southern pedigree our figuring was we'd better not overdo it. Jan retreated into the house, reemerging wearing a rather tiny, very flattering string bikini, that perfectly highlighted her terrific ass, beautiful breasts, and long, toned, shapely legs. I rose to greet her. We stopped on the deck, in full view of our new "buds", and engaged in a long, deep kiss. Feeling the rush of being watched we did it again, before slipping into the pool. Peeking from our vantage point, it was obvious we'd gotten our neighbor's attention, so we decided to go a tad farther.

Taking advantage of fading light, Janice stood up, and slowly with her back towards Mike and Sharon, began removing her top. Pretending she was having trouble allowed me to assist, my reward being another lengthy exchange of tongues. From there we both walked to the cottage, with dusk perfectly casting Jan's virtually naked body in an eloquent, sensual silhouette. Before entering we gave a casual wave to Mike and Sharon. They waved right back. 

With that we took positions, cloaked in darkness, binoculars in hand, and watched the two of them proceed to their brightly lit living room. They began drinking. The alcohol worked wonders. By the second tall glass Sharon had slipped out of her blouse and pants; walking about, reclining, sitting on Michael's lap, in nothing more than bikini undies and a low cut bra. Those young men in our make believe library story were more right than they knew. Sharon had a terrific body; strong, well formed legs, tight butt, and gorgeous breasts. Michael dressing down to just boxers, was also quite the eye candy surprise. He was slim, long muscled, with a small waist and tight rear. But the biggest shock of the evening was how completely comfortable they were providing any lucky viewers with such an easily accessible look. Buttoned-down this hot duo was not. They were exhibitionists!

As a devilish finale', Sharon responding to Mike's increasingly heated fondling, simply reached into his shorts, grabbed his stiff cock, and led him "off stage left", exiting to an un-lit bedroom. 

Talk about foreplay for voyeurs! Janice and I were in ogler heaven. She was wet and I was hard. Sharing thoughts about what our playful partners in self-display might be doing out of our sight just aroused us that much more. Jan announced what kind of sex Michael would most enjoy, and began performing it on me. She started giving fantastic oral, made even more spectacular at the thought it really wasn't her hubby's penis and balls she was tonguing and sucking. Turn about being fair play, I declared what would bring Sharon off, and began massaging my wife's swollen clitoris. The two of us got utterly, lustily lost in this erotic illusion, until we both reached impassioned, all consuming climaxes. 

The thing about a large tropical resort is there is so much space, and so many activities, folks head off in many different directions. That became the case with Janice, myself, Michael and Sharon. Our contact became limited to exchanging greetings from our respective "yards" on the 2 evenings M&S were not MIA. 

But what a couple of evenings they were! The pattern was virtually the same each night. Perhaps emboldened by a day's drinking Sharon became increasingly uninhibited. She began by exposing her beautiful bare breasts for Michael's looking, fondling, and sucking pleasure. As he sat poolside, legs spread, feet in the water, Sharon would swim up to him, rub her breasts against his now exposed hard-on and begin licking and sucking his cock and balls. Her magnificent oral was eerily similar to what Janice, kinda role playing, had given me just a few nights before. The only major change was made on the second night. Mike stood Sharon up before him, slipped his fingers inside the thong and began, given her look of ecstasy, what was most certainly a clitoral massage. In the end, they always wound up slipping away from our view, into their darkened bedroom. 

The exquisite teasing left Jan and I filled with lust. That we were able to accurately guess the kind of sex they loved, made us incredibly aroused, and more willing to mimic what we figured Michael and Sharon were doing in their king sized bed. While remaining hidden in the pitch black anonymity of our room, we'd been able to examine nearly every nuance of M&S's fearless exhibitionism. Knowing any of our efforts to match theirs paled in comparison, we simply became ravenous voyeurs, enjoying each other in an almost other worldly fashion, neither one of us quite sure who it was really we were sucking, fucking, and satisfying to the max. Toss in the freedom of enjoying tropical breezes wafting through un-shuttered, screened windows cooling our hot bodies, and it was like reaching sexual nirvana. 

Now we just needed to solve the mystery of M&S's whereabouts, when they "went missing". We got our answer. While taking a long walk we came upon the devilish duo visiting another couple at the latter's cottage. We were invited over.

Michael and Sharon introduced us to their "friends" Suzanne and Monroe. They were a striking couple. She was tall, fit, full bodied, and pretty. He was damn near a perfect physical specimen. Over 6', brownish complexion, light eyes, handsome and totally "ripped". Suzanne had the look of an athlete, while Monroe, like his buddy Mike, had the feel of someone who'd spent a substantial amount of time in the armed forces. The latter was proven true when the men made brief mention of serving in the same unit.

Sharon and Mo were obviously, strongly attracted to one another. . Mike's chemistry with Sue, while more subtle, was apparent none the less. It was easy, and quite exciting, to imagine why this hot crew was spending so much time together. 

Before leaving, we mutually agreed to meet up at the costume party that evening. It would be the four friend's last night on the island, and they planned to make the best of it. 

The "costumes" were what you'd expect.

Janice wore stiletto heels, black push up bra, very short, tight black "boy shorts" undies, and dark thigh high nylons. She liked to call it her Bahama Bat Girl outfit. My choice was a short, one piece, nothing underneath toga and sandals. Made for easy access.

Mo dressed in combat boots, and cut-off army fatigues. He was shirtless. Suzanne, with the addition of her camouflage halter top, came as his complement, G.I. Jane. Michael, costumed in a tiny loin cloth and staff made a terrific Poseidon, god of the ocean. Sharon was his goddess, donning faux, green kelp "leaves" that barely covered her nipples and crotch. Her fine ass was almost fully exposed. 

We all very much enjoyed extended embraces, leading the guys to show signs of arousal. While the ladies surely enjoyed the effect they were having, none savored it quite as much a Sharon. When dancing began she was a queen bee surrounded by her drones, with none gaining so much favor as Mo. 

With Michael pushing from behind, Sharon eagerly accepted Monroe's frontal advances. Seizing her hips, he began grinding hard against her pussy. She, in turn, took two hands full of his rock solid rear, controlling the rhythm of his movements. Mike, obviously loving every minute of this, matched his friend's tempo, "dry humping" his wife's ass. Still fully in costume the only penetration came when Sharon excitedly took Mo's tongue deep into her mouth. 

With that, Sue intervened, but not in a way we'd expected. She pried Michael off his wife and rubbed herself against his full blown hard-on. He began fondling her and they feverishly kissed. Now these couples were far from alone in this kind of behavior, but there was no one better at it. 

For our part we were out of our minds hot. Their play along with Janice being the tantalizing "meat" in several rather erotic dance "sandwiches" featuring in shape, good looking, obviously excited men, just made the whole erotic scene surreal. 

Decision time. Should we, hoping the neighbors would return with their playmates, leave a bit early, and ready our secure, voyeur outpost? Or should we hang out longer at the party? We left.

Once at the cottage the preparations began. Binoculars ready. All lights off. Blinds open. We were kinda like hunters awaiting a for our willing prey to appear.

And appear they did. Still clearly flush with lust, and booze any inhibitions the foursome may have had were left back at the bar. They were all over each other, with Suzanne shockingly, reaching under Mike's cloth, grabbing his dick and leading him from the pool area into the dim bedroom. Jan and I wondered who taught who that move. 

But Sharon and Monroe remained poolside. He began removing her leaves. Starting with Sharon's breasts, Mo peeled off the green strips covering her wonderful nipples. He tenderly kissed and sucked each of them, until turning attention southward. Impatient from his craving, Sharon's bottoms were nearly ripped off, fully exposing both her delicious body, and perfectly shaven vagina. Playfully she ducked into the water, while Mo reclined on the steps. 

Swimming up to him, she began undoing his shorts, until she'd wholly exposed his huge cock. Sharon then proceeded to slide it back and forth between her fabulous tits, before taking as much as she could in her mouth. Both moved towards a blanket awaiting on the grass. Sharon, laying on her side, skillfully positioned herself so she could suck on even more of her lover's dick. 

Pulling from her mouth, Mo buried his head between her legs. Spreading her dripping lips with his powerful fingers, he nibbled and licked Sharon's swollen clit. Soon she was trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to manage powerful spasms, before exploding in his face. Sharon had barely caught her breath before her hubby's buddy began carefully, patiently, penetrating her still steamy pussy with his big, rigid dick. Laying back, raising her hips and spreading her legs made Mo's careful, sensual penetration much easier, and soon both were moving in perfect erotic harmony. 

If at first it seemed the physically bigger man would swallow up his considerably smaller conquest, Sharon turned that thinking upside down. She was a remarkable lover, matching her stallion on every level. Their fucking was simply unbelievable, made even more so when we realized Sharon was headed towards another orgasm! Pinning her ankles hard against Mo's hips, Sharon perfectly managed, to her liking, the timing and power of his thrusts. He complied completely, even cumming on her command. She simply grabbed Monroe's balls, told him to cum with her, and brought them both off in what could only described mutual carnal fury. The two wrestled, kissed, fondled and clawed at each other until each was thoroughly spent.

The stunning live sex show had Jan and I frenzied. Unable to resist taking each other, I'd removed her boy shorts, and given how wet she was, easily slipped into her from behind. Screwing while still able to watch Mo and Sharon took our voyeurism to another level. When they'd left to rejoin Sue and Mike in their still "blacked out" bedroom, Janice and I raced to our own. 

We instinctively mimicked what we'd witnessed. Jan lay back, and took a pillow for her head, as I began stoking her clitoris with my tongue. My following every direction, helped bring her to an almost frighteningly long, incredibly strong climax. Jan knew what was next. Still extremely sensitive from her orgasm she welcomed me deep in her. Wrapping her long, gorgeous, gams around my waist she moved us into a heated, sensual flow, which soon turned torrid. Jan was about to match Sharon orgasm for orgasm. We both erupted the moment Janice gripped my balls. It's not unusual for my wife to cum twice in our lovemaking, but it is unusual for her second climax to eclipse the first. The idea of what we'd done sent us reeling into a kind of orgasmic utopia that seemed to engulf every muscle in our convulsing bodies. The orgasms seemed to last forever.

Exhausted, we slept where we laid, until awakened by the late morning sun. We quickly rose, closed the blinds, showered and prepared to leave for brunch. On our way out the door we spied a package left by Sue, Mo, Michael, and Sharon. Not wanting to interrupt our sleep they left us a little something as a way of saying "Goodbye".

Opening the box Jan and I saw a note wrapped around a very odd looking pair of eyeglasses. While Janice was only more confused by the note it made everything crystal clear for me. 

"Thanks so much for sharing this wonderful time with the 4 of us. You are a beautiful, sexy couple, and we very much enjoyed being a part of your experience and you being part of ours. We leave you this special gift, guaranteed to enhance your future adventures in voyeurism. Luv ya!"

They were night vision goggles. Suddenly it all came into focus. Mike and Mo's military service. The teasing, then fading into black to witness Jan and I unknowingly perform for their peeping pleasure. The near perfect duplication of our sex acts...then baiting us to follow the kind of oral, fucking, and cumming this deviously cunning quartet wanted to watch, now all made perfect sense.

The cocksure hunters had become the clueless prey. It was a brilliant play, with us as the central, sexual players. 

As the full realization hit Janice and I our range of emotions took the following track: dumbfounded, miffed, amused, and finally...nervously very excited. We carefully packed the goggles, along with the sizzling memories they would undoubtedly provoke. Both were sure to be recalled and applied at some soon to be determined date.



Performing For You



I slide my sweatshirt up over my head and drop it to the floor and with only my thumbs, I slip them into the waistband of my sweat pants and slowly nudge them down over my hips and butt, down my legs and I step out of them. I lay back on the bed my head hanging over the side knowing you are watching me. 

My nipples harden from the slight chill in the air and because I am lightly running my hands over my skin, everywhere. I take the tips of my nails and encircle my breasts very slowly and very lightly, feeling you watching me on cam, watching and coaching me. I trace the crease under each side and feel the chill it sends all over me. Slow sensual touch, teasing and building the first of many orgasms as you watch me. 

I notice the feeling of swelling in the lips of my pussy and place that in the back of my mind for the moment as I continue to touch just the skin of my breasts and chest. I let my fingers wander to my neck and felt the sensual stir again between my legs. Moving my fingers down, I slowly, and ever so lightly, circle just the areola of each nipple and spend a long time just enjoying that feeling staying focused on that extremely sensuous touch.

With the tip of my fingernails I softly touch the tip of each nipple and feel my body respond to the strong sensations. It feels as if there is an electrical current from each nipple to my clit. I can feel it throb in response to the light gentle touch on my nipples. I gently and softly pull at them and press each of them between my fingers at the same time and then I let my fingers return to softly circling my areolas again. 

My nipples become rock hard and swollen as I press my fingers around them a little harder this time; pulling them away from my body gently and rolling them around between my thumb and forefinger. I feel a much stronger sensation in my pussy, I know I could cum at any moment, but I want the feeling of being on the edge to last for a long while so I back off and just trace the nipples with my fingertips again; gently teasing the crease of my breast lines moving slowly up to the fullness of the mounds and around the edge of the areola. Tracing the nipples once again, very slowly and sensually; I love the feeling of knowing you are there watching and enjoying me.

I fit each of my hands around the fullness of my breasts and squeeze them together firmly. I press and release them over and over again, I love the feeling of my hands wrapped around them, my two fingers squeezing my nipples as I press my breasts together. I place one of my dildos between the two mounds of flesh and push them together around the cock shaft, sliding it forward until I have the tip entering my mouth; just as I would if it were really you between them. I trace the head of the dildo with my tongue and gently suck it into my mouth, pressing my breasts around it tightly as I moan my pleasure. 

I feel the contractions deep within my pussy, the lips swollen and feeling huge as I press my thighs together trying to capture that feeling forever, my clit throbs as I arch my back and raise my hips and ride that first wave of ecstasy. My entire body responds and I cry out as I cum hard for you.

I feel the wetness from my juices flow downward through the crack of my ass. I grasp my purple butt plug and slowly ease it into my ass. The first inch slips in and I rest to give my ass time to adjust to the feeling. I pour some lube into my hand and coat the rest of the toy and very slowly slide the second graduated section into my ass. It feels so good and I feel the fullness from the size as it enters me I moan as the pleasure overtakes me. Breathing steadily I press the rest of the butt plug into my ass and loudly moan from the extreme fullness and pleasure I feel deep inside of me. 

My legs are slightly spread in that relaxed kind of way. I use both hands to touch every inch of my body as I relax and enjoy the feeling of the butt plug buried deep in my ass. I let my nails snake over the fleshy mounds of my breasts and over the tips of my nipples. I trace downward to the fullness of my hips touching lightly, sensually savoring the feeling of my touch coupled with the fullness in my ass. I feel the gentle contractions deep inside my pussy as I slowly ease over the threshold of orgasm. I moan and grind my hips down into the bed longing for more. 

I gently and lightly touch all over my mound with one hand and fill my other hand with one of my breasts, gently squeezing and rubbing. I feel my legs start to stiffen in an attempt to resist the sensual feelings and I instantly relax them, spreading them wider as I press a nipple between my thumb and first finger. I press my ass against the bed placing a slight pressure on the butt plug, reminding me of the fullness deep inside me.

I very softly and slowly trace the outer lips of my wet, swollen pussy, feeling the sensation of each lip swelling even more. I feel those electrical current-like feelings as I gently continue to trace the lips and squeeze my breast at the same time. I can feel my juices oozing out of my pussy and I want to taste it. I want to move my hips faster, to feel that grind but instead I gently lift a taste of my juices from my pussy up to my lips and softly spread it over them, then sensually lick the juices from my lips for you. My juice tastes so warm and sweet; I love the taste of me.

Allowing one hand to lazily trace up and down my body again I continue to outline the outer lips of my pussy with the fingers of the other hand and gently seek out the inner lips. I can almost imagine your voice coaching me as I move on. I sketch the inner lips of my pussy with my fingertip and I am getting very wet, my finger slips easily around the lips both inside and out. I feel them swell and they feel thick as I touch and tease, exploring. Involuntarily my hips grind at my hand and fingers and I am reminded of the full feeling in my ass. 

The hand from my breast snakes down my body through the short hairs on my mound and stops where the slit to my pussy begins. My other fingers are still tracing the lips, sliding easily around the folds. My fingers at the slit gently but firmly hold the lips to my pussy open wide and I slip the tip of the first fingernail softly down each side of my clit, moving slowly as my other hand still explores the inner and outer lips of my moist slit..

My fingernail circles my clit avoiding the clit ring for now, just slowly teasing my clit to its full attention. I feel the pounding of my clit and the deep feeling of contractions within my pussy as I ease over that edge and into the throws of a very sensual orgasm once again. I hear the soft moans from deep within me as they escape over my lips. I feel the arch of my back and the thrust of my hips as I seek out the fingers that I want buried deep inside of me, my knees are bent and spread even wider and I wish it were you touching me. My fingernail eases the hood of my clit back and the tip of my finger circles the tiny head prolonging the intense orgasm; my hips grinding down on the butt plug so I don’t lose it in the process.

I can see the monitor of the computer and visualize you sitting at your desk watching me perform for you, soft moans escape from my lips as I tease and touch my self. I reach out for my electric toy and slide the switch to the on position. Slowly I press it against my breast and my nipple responds by getting even harder than before jutting out for more. I trace my body with the cactus like tip of the toy, slipping down to my mound. The vibration from the toy has my body responding; my breasts full, my nipples hard, my breath coming faster, and my hips reaching out to get more. 

I slowly and gently guide the toy to my very wet slit, allowing it to just barely trace the outer lips of my pussy. Reaching down with my hand I spread my lips and allow the toy to glide up and down my wet slit. I feel the lips of my pussy swelling even larger and my clit begins to throb as I tease my slit with the vibrations of my toy. Involuntarily, I gasp, as the toy slips up and around my hard, distended clit. My hips rise up off of the bed in an attempt to feel even more but I slide the toy down into my pussy and rest my hips back down on the bed.

The cactus like tip has a long arm and a short one. As I slip it into my pussy I feel the long arm against that very spongy area just inside and the short arm lies beside my hard clit against the ring. My excitement builds and I can feel myself getting wetter as I slide the toy in and out of my pussy, teasing my clit and g-spot. My body trembles and my legs shake as I ease over that edge into an incredible orgasm that just squirts all over.

I relax my body, turn off the toy, release the butt plug from my ass and press a little deeper into the softness of my bed and pillows. Resting between orgasms I continue to touch my skin; tracing my body with just the tips of my fingers, chills running all over me, reminding me of how special the time I spend performing for you is to me. 



Performing Her Civic Duty



Susie and Tom had been married for years  and had mostly happiness and contentment for the first few years. Their sex life had become like a chore instead of fun and exciting like it once was, when they were first married. Tom often complained that they seldom had intimacy and the negativity and bickering had made Susie so defensive and cold towards his advances. She craved attention from others, and the men at work were drawn to Susie's unusually large breasts, long blonde hair and shapely 5 foot 9 frame.

Susie received a summons to appear as a prospective juror, and appeared in superior court as instructed and answered routine questions the attorneys asked including whether she could keep an open mind and whether she had any racial prejudices. After questioning, Susie was accepted as a juror. 

The trial would last 4 days and a number of witnesses for the defense and prosecution were called to testify.  Susie was to serve on the jury with a tall, very good looking black man named Cedric. In the course of the trial there were numerous times Susie found herself staring at Cedric wondering what it would be like to have sex with a black man, especially one so tall and good looking. She had noticed Cedric had his eyes on her anytime she happened to look his way. It was really hard being on the jury with him especially when they were all locked up deliberating the case. The jury took only 3 1/2 hours to find the defendant guilty as charged and the judge sentenced Barbara to 180 days in jail, 3 year's probation and community service. 

As Susie was making her way out of the court building she was approached in the hallway by Cedric. May I talk with you for a moment, please? Cedric asked. I hope you did not mind me staring at you from time to time, but you are a very attractive lady, and being with you on the jury put me so close to you that I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. Susie was completely taken back by his comment and the fact that she was standing here talking to a total stranger who just happened to be black. Susie did have black friends at work, but there were none around her during her growing up years, so she wasn't used to being around one.

Would you like a cup of coffee? he asked. I suppose that would be okay. Susie said. How easy those words came from her mouth and she wondered why she had agreed, normally she knew better than to put herself into a possible compromising situation. What if she ran into someone she knew? She knew that she was taking a chance on her husband finding out if anyone saw her with this man.

The Candlelight restaurant was just around the corner. Cedric and Susie were seated by the waitress who took their order for coffee and Crispy Cremes. Their conversation concerned the trial, where they worked, and their families. Cedric had something else in mind as he steered the conversation toward matters of a more personal nature. 

Are you happily married?, he asked. Yes but we have our problems just like everyone else and I'm not getting the attention I crave. Susie said, looking away from Cedric. What is wrong, is he blind, because you are one of the finest looking women I have ever seen with a body to kill for? He is a good provider, but Susie stopped not completing her thought. Cedric said I want you to come with me and took Susie by the hand leading her from the restaurant to his car.

As they drove to Cedric's home, Susie remained silent. Cedric began to rub his hand up and down her legs and caressed the nap of her neck. Soon the red BMW pulled into a driveway, a garage door opened, and the car disappeared inside. The two made their way through the kitchen to the living room with Cedric squeezing Susie's ass through her slacks. Susie was obviously apprehensive but excited nonetheless at the prospect of what was to come. She could feel the wetness between her legs as she looked over at Cedric.

Cedric wasted no time as he pulled Susie close, covering her lips with his, as his tong explored hers and his hands were busing undoing her blouse. Susie began to moan softly, I have never been with any other man besides my husband, but suddenly I know that this is the right thing to do because I want to feel your black cock deep inside of me. It is time you had a real man and get the attention you deserve. Plus once you have gone black you will know why white women never go back, Cedric laughed.

Cedric slowly released his lip lock and began unfastening Susie's bra exposing her creamy white breasts. As he sucked on one breast and then the other his large black hands were busy sliding her slacks to the floor. Gently, Cedric led Susie to the couch where he removed her slacks, leaving her clothed in her panties. Clasping both sides of her panties he quickly removed them and stood admiring Susie's body which was now gleaming with perspiration. Cedric began to remove his clothes until he was wearing only his underwear. Susie could not help but notice the huge bulge in Cedric's shorts and she wondered if what she had heard about black men was true. She had never seen a huge cock before and didn't begin to imagine how big his cock could actually be, since all the men she had ever seen had little white cocks.

As Susie watched closely, Cedric slowly slid his shorts down exposing the largest cock she had ever seen. Cedric was a dark as midnight, from his shaved head down his rock hard rippled stomach to his muscular legs. His cock was certainly about six inches longer than her husbands and three times thicker. A large vein pulsated down the shaft of his cock, and two large balls swung free in their nutsack well below his now hardening erection. 

Cedric knelt before Susie and pried open her legs which he placed on his shoulder as he buried his face into her moist pussy. Cedric tongue fucked Susie savoring her sweet pussy juice and the smell of a woman in heat. Susie was moaning loudly and raised her ass in order to get as much of Cedric's tongue in her as she could. Suck my cunt you black bastard, tongue fuck me, harder. Susie was screaming loudly as the first orgasm racked her body.

Now you are going to get the fucking of a lifetime but only if you beg for it. Cedric said.  Please fuck me, fuck me with your huge black cock. Susie pleaded. Cedric placed his cock near the entrance of Susie's dripping wet pussy. Before Cedric could enter her, Susie grabbed his cock sliding it up and down her pussy several times before guiding him into her open slit. Cedric buried his cock slowly until Susie could feel his balls against her ass.

Cedric fucked Susie slowly at first then picked up the pace of his thrusting as he cupped her ass in his hands and sucked her tits. It was not long before Susie experienced yet another spine tingling orgasm, the like of which she had never felt before. 


Cedric's huge cock was actually making her come so many times. Susie had never had a blind blowing orgasm like she was continuing to have over and over again. Susie decided she wanted to be on top and as the two changed positions, she straddled her black lover and guided him back inside of her. Slowly she lowered herself on to his massive cock until she had all of him inside of her. Susie fucked his huge black cock like a woman possessed and she could feel that Cedric was close to blowing his load of hot cum.

Cum baby, give me your hot seed! Susie begged. No sooner had Susie gotten the words out that she felt jets of cum deep inside her womb and her own orgasm came at the same time. I am cumming baby, it feels so damn good, Susie panted. Both were thoroughly satisfied as they collapsed in each others arms. Susie took the opportunity to taste her pussy juices from their love making. You are the best, She said, as she took another handful of spunk from her twat.

I wish I had not waited and wondered for so long about having sex with a black man. Cedric shoot that come deep inside of me, I want to feel it deep in me. I don't care if you get me pregnant because I don't know how I am ever going to be able to fuck my husband again with his attitude and teeny tiny weenie and be satisfied with that ever again. I want your cock any time you are willing to let me have it, please. OK BABY, now that you have become a Slut for black cock, you won't be able to live without it. Cedric chided. All I know is that I have to have it. Susie said. I don't know what I am going to tell Tom. Susie said. Maybe you won't have to. Cedric said. TIME WILL TELL...................ONLY TIME WILL TELL.......................A MONTH LATER SUSIE KNEW THAT SHE WAS DEFINATELY PREGNANT AND HAD TO TELL TOM, IT WASN'T HIS................



Performing Nude on Campus



Last week, Jonathan Creighton created a stir by performing nude in The Dance of Darkness. While female nudity is not commonplace, it has occurred in the past. This was the first nude performance by a male actor on this campus. The campus has been abuzz since. We at the Daily asked Jonathan for an interview to explore how it felt break new ground. 

Daily: You made quite a stir on campus with your part in The Dance of Darkness. How has your nude performance affected you?

Creighton: When I was first cast in the nude role, I was nervous. I had never performed nude before, and I was very nervous about taking my clothes off in front of everyone. It is hard to put into words. It was just a step beyond anything I had previous done. I mean, people would be looking at me, and at particular parts of me that I don't usually show. Maybe it was just that I didn't want people sizing me up. In any case, it called for some courage on my part. The cold air and a nervous attitude can make you shrink pretty small, and I worried about that was well. People tend to make judgment about you based on what you reveal downstairs. I did want to be judged inadequate. Maybe the guys in speedos on our swim team go through the same thing; they must, as not much is hidden in those suits. But for me, it was new.

Daily: Julie Cohen is a renowned Butoh instructor. How did she help you in your nude role?

Creighton: Julie had me rehearse nude right from the start. The others wore tights or shorts and t-shirts. If you were going to bare your breast, then you uncovered them in rehearsal as well. I was really the only one completely nude. My main dance partner, Miriam, was mostly clothed, and we had to get comfortable with that. I think it was the second or third rehearsal when Julie told Miriam to put her hands on me, and especially on a particular part of me. She had to overcome her apprehension about touching my sex as we were going to come into contact with each other. It was kind of cool. I also had to get use to her feeling free with my body.

I suppose that there was a CFNM dynamic that we both had to deal with (CFNM=Clothed Female=Nude Male). I was exposed and felt vulnerable. She played a role in that vulnerability as she was the one enjoying my naked body. We spent time talking about how she felt about her relationship to my maleness. Her initial response was to pretend that her eyes weren't drawn to it. But they were. She had to learn to embrace this part of herself. 

Miriam and I lived in a small artist coop on campus. We decided that it would help if I spent as much time naked around her as we could manage. She wanted to learn the "ins and outs" of my body as if it were her own. This went beyond what the production called for, and we went overboard a bit. But it was fun. We marked off Saturday as our day. On many Saturdays, it was late afternoon before I put on any clothes. If I can speak frankly, she learned that my penis changes sizes and shapes throughout the day and not just if I have an erection. She also learned that it has a mind of its own. It can rise at some unexpected times. She will probably kill me, but she got several first-hand experiences of a male orgasm, if you catch my drift. This is probably enough on that. I think she is going to kill me.

Daily: To be honest, we did a provocative spread on you in which we published a page of pictures focused on your nudity. How did you feel about that?

Creighton: I felt a little exposed, to tell the truth. Several members of the case wanted to sell reprints to raise money for African relief. I had to put the axe to that, but I did like the idea. Maybe another time. Several women I didn't really know begged me to show them the real thing. To told them to come to a performance. Most did. I have to say that attendance improved quite dramatically after you ran that page spread.

Daily: Did the performance affect your relationships with students and faculty or other people you know?

Creighton: Yes. I couldn't go anywhere without people recognizing me. I became a hot item on the date scene. My advisor told me that I had performed well, and then she gave me a wink. It has calmed down now, and I don't hear much about it anymore. Besides, I have a girlfriend.

I felt most odd knowing that my mother was present opening night. She also brought my aunt. I don't know if you saw opening night, but I wasn't in, shall we say, a normal state most of the performance. It was a bit embarrassing being nude in front of your mother and aunt anyway. This made it harder. After the performance, everyone set off up the hill. We were still in costume or as, in my case, out of costume, and pictures were taken. My mother came to me smiling and said, "That was quite a performance. Why didn't you do an encore?" I can't really say what my aunt said to me, but I did turn red even with all that white paint. Nevertheless, I do have picture of my mother, my aunt, and me in my birthday suit.

Daily: What were some other problems you had to face, and did you call on help?

Creighton: There was the problem I alluded to earlier. Part of the problem was that the play revolved around my nudity. I was usually in the forefront, and the dances put my privates on center stage. They called for me to present myself fully to the audience. I knew this, and it was a challenge not to make it seem like some XXX scenes.

To put it plainly, I was aroused almost all the time during the first rehearsals. On the day I got my part, I wouldn't, at first, take my pants off. Julie asked if I was having second thoughts, and I said no. Then, she realized. She told the others to begin—most of the women had already taken their tops off—and asked me to join her in her office. She went to her computer and opened her browser to a video of Daniel Radcliffe, you know, Harry Potter, doing a nude scene in the play Equus. He clearly had an erection, and yet he played his role. She told me that it could always happen with male actors, particularly in a romantic scene, and these were always the best because of the sexual tension. She knew from the grapevine that Daniel was frequently erect in that scene. And yet he played the character. She told me to go slow and to keep my briefs on until I felt I could take it them off. 

I went back and began rehearsal, but everyone could see what my problem was. About half way through the rehearsal, I felt I had things under control and I removed my briefs. My control lasted about two minutes, but I couldn't put them back on after I had taken them off. 

I did call an older actor friend, Josh Morgenthau, for advice. He told me that he had been in three plays in which he had performed nude. The first time he appeared naked on stage was also at university performance. It was Equus. There was, at the time, a lot of hype about Daniel Radcliffe doing it in the buff, and so everyone knew that he was going to be naked in it. He said that he was really worried about appearing nude because he had a bit of a crush on the girl who was playing Jill. During rehearsals, he was allowed to keep his underwear on and she wore a pair of tights. The first time he was nude was doing it live. On the opening night he said he was so worried and was actually shaking at one point during intermission. Obviously, she didn't face the same worries. He said that it felt a bit unfair. There was a lot of kissing and caressing, and he did rise up. But he managed to get through it. The point he said was that I will be fine. Ironically, he said that not arousal but shrinkage was a much bigger concern for him now.

I told him that the problem was that I wasn't "fine." He told me to let an aroused guy be the character and to get into it. It didn't help much. What did help was Julie arranging for me to model nude at art classes. I began to think of being naked as something normal. I got used to walking into a class of mostly women students and letting them draw me. It took the edge off.

Soon, I had no problem with rehearsal. Come opening night however, and it was different. Julie told me that, if that was my character, then that was who I had to be. She then took a hard look and told me that said she like what she saw. I thought the first performance would never end, but my girlfriend liked it a lot. It was actually the first time that she had seen me naked. She said that I was cute, and it was too!

After the first couple of times, I lost my nervousness and began to enjoy performing. By this time, almost everyone in school, we are a small school, had seen me. There was one part that I found and still find erotic. I am dancing with Miriam. We move in unison. The CFNM thing is clearly present. There is some sexual tension in the scene – her looking at me fully. By the end, I was into it. One or two of the pictures you used were from that scene. 

Daily: Would I do it again? 

Creighton: Maybe. The hard part is over, you know, the first time. Maybe I will wait a bit though. 

Daily: Thank you.







After our interview with Jonathan Creighton, we caught up with the actress, Miriam Goldstein, who played the lead with Jonathan. While Jonathan was nude, Miriam performed fully clothed. We wanted to get her take on all the commotion and what it felt like to performed with a nude co-lead.

Daily: The play, The Dance of Darkness, has caused quite a stir on campus. You play a lead part with Jonathan Creighton, who performs nude. What was it like play the lead with Jonathan?

Goldstein: He is a terrific and courageous actor. I learned a lot and became a stronger actress myself.

Daily: Let me put it differently. What was it like playing the lead role with a nude Jonathan Creighton?

Goldstein: That was terrific as well, actually fantastic.

Daily: How so?

Goldstein: I was not very experience with male nudity, and I had to overcome some hang-ups. I was thrilled and horrified when I first learned that my partner would be naked. The real struggle was between wanting to and not wanting to look at his equipment, if I can put it that way.

Daily: Please say more.

Goldstein: I knew that you would ask that. It's difficult to express. This may help. On the second day of rehearsal—the first day had its own problems—Julie had each of the women go up to Jonathan, one at a time, and say, "Jonathan, I want to see your penis." She then took Jonathan into another room and disrobed him and brought him out. He stood before us and we all got a good look. Nothing was new after that. She then took me aside and told me that I need to do research on CFNM. I said, what?! She said find out. 

I looked it up on the web, and there was more than you might like, most of it not very appealing, if not gross. It means Clothed Female Nude Male, and this was, in fact, what our scene was about in its structure. The next day, she asked for a report. I said that it was mostly about domination and that I didn't find that appealing. She said right, but what might be appealing to me? Something more appreciative, more sensitive. Start there, she said, and I did. I came to appreciate the risk of his nudity verses the safety of my clothing. I was sensitive to the openness of his nakedness verses the protectiveness of my covering. Yes it was looking at him in a certain kind of fullness, but it was also an awareness of how he was putting himself out for me. It was fun and a bit exciting.

Daily: What did you find most interesting in your relationship with Jonathan?

Goldstein: Oh, me. Well, for start, what a fascinating little instrument a penis is.

Daily: Won't you say more?

You don't stop, do you? Okay, it shows, not completely and not always accurately, but it give a good read of what is going on with him. If he is cold, it shrinks. If he is anxious, it shrivels. If he has work to do it gets small and gets out of the way. If he is relaxed and warm, it lounges and becomes longer. If he is aroused, well, you know. I found it interesting that an erection doesn't necessarily means arousal, but arousal always produces an erection. Things like that. Now let's move on.

No, I will share one other thing. Being Jewish, I was interested his circumcision. Although I knew what it was, I didn't really know it actually was in detail. I was always taught that the foreskin was just some skin that no one really needed anyway. Jonathan, being half Jewish, his mother is Jewish, was circumcised. I don't think I am giving away trade secrets here since almost everyone knows by now or they should. What I didn't know was how erotic it was to have the penis head more or less permanently exposed. I don't think that they are ever going to teach that in Sunday School. Jewish teaching says that it is opening your heart to God. Well, it's opening something to someone alright. That much is clear.

Daily: Who was it that suggested that you hang out with him in the buff?

Goldstein: I think it was me who suggested that we spend Saturday together with him nude.

Daily: What did you learn or enjoy the most during these hang times?

Goldstein: Okay, I know what you are after. Everybody's been talking about it since Jonathan's interview ran last week. Last and final question on this, period. Yes, I got well versed on the male orgasm. What enjoyed was seeing and feeling the sexual response all the way from a flaccid state, through erection, and finally ejaculation. And then feeling the process reverse. The eruption felt in my hand like an explosion. I liked the drama, and it was dramatic! This isn't quite how I experience my own orgasms. I could tell you more, but I won't. And no I didn't let him do me. It was a one way street. He has a girlfriend, and I didn't want to become more of a problem than I already was. Okay, that's it on this subject.

Daily: Let's move on then. What if the roles were reversed? Would you perform nude?

Goldstein: Probably not. I would want to and I would be drawn to it, but I don't think I could pull it off in the end. I did ask myself this question often over the past few weeks. Part of the allure of male nudity is that it is unexpected and part is that it is more vivid. Female nudity is more common place in our culture. Male nudity is more of an event. And as Jonathan proved, a lot of thing can happen that you might not expect and might not want. Would I perform with another nude male actor? Tomorrow. Jonathan hooked me on that. 

Daily: Thank you







Over the past week, our inbox at the Daily has been full of emails commenting on Clothed Female Nude Male, or CFNM, in response to our interviews with Jonathan Creighton and Miriam Goldstein. We asked both Jonathan and Miriam back for one final follow-up interview. Miriam suggested that we also invite her advisor, Dr. Judith Meyer from the Classics Department, to join us. Dr. Meyer teaches a course entitled Eros and Ancient Greek Festivals. 

Daily: Let's start with a general question. What are your views on CFNM?

Goldstein: I would like to begin. I first want to say as emphatically as possible that I found most CFNM on the web horrific. It was mostly about either dominating men or humiliating them. I am not into that at all. 

Creighton: Me, neither. But let me add that I never felt that with Miriam. Never. With her, our relationship was always sensitive and appreciative.

Meyer: I assume my role here is to lift the discussion out of the gutter. I do not practice CFNM or anything like it. What I do bring to this discussion is an awareness of something that many of our students may find shocking. Nudity, and particularly male nudity, played a significant and crucial role in ancient Greek festivals and initiation rites. I think this theme may shed some light on the place of nudity in performances like The Dance of Darkness. 

Daily: Okay, let's start there. What was the significance of nudity in Greek festivals?

Meyer: First of all, it is important to know that the ancient Greeks thought of nudity as a costume that you put on. The same as you might but on a special dress for a party or a suit for dinner, they put on nudity for special occasions. Also, in the same way that you might purchase something spectacular to wear, perhaps even slightly sexy, they exercised to perfect their bodies so that they would appear beautiful and sexy. The difference may have been that they tried to be erotic in a more direct and intentional way.

Daily: This is fascinating. You mean that they thought about nudity as we might think of a t-shirt?

Meyer: Yes and no. Nudity was primarily about appearance. But in public, it was not casual attire. It was the dress for public events and occasions. It was business formal in our lexicon.

Daily: Please say more.

Meyer: Well, it may be best to offer an example. Since male nudity was more prevalent, and male nudity is what we are concerned with here, let's start with an initiation rite called the Festival of the Undressing. When boys came of age, they went through a sort of unveiling. They had been working out in the gymnasium – the Greek word gymnos means naked – to build and perfect their bodies. At the start of the festival, they would parade nude through the streets to a cheering crowd of women, girls, and older men. This parade was their introduction to manhood. From then on, they would conduct all important business in the nude. 

There is also Sparta's gymnopaedia, which translated as nude play. Naked boys would dance before audiences of mostly clothed women and girls. No female was excluded. The expressed purpose of Gymnopaedia's was to allow women and girls to view naked young men. Rarely is the sexual element made so explicit. We tend to discount or suppress these accounts from ancient Greece because they go against our cultural norms. But they did happen. We have thousands of vases painted with nude young men and clothed young women in erotic encounters. How do we know that they were erotic encounters? I leave it to your imagination, but I think that no one would have a hard time guessing.

It is ironic that Greek men may have clothed themselves at home or in private. Nudity was for public occasions. No self-respecting man would appear in anything but his nude costume. It was important to have everyone see him fully. There may be some debate on this, but I think that the literature and the cultural evidence is overwhelming even if it hard for us to imagine. To know and trust you, I had to see your intimate parts and, perhaps more importantly, how your manhood fit with your body. I needed to be familiar with your penis, to put it crudely, because it was part of your public persona. There is no depiction of a Greek hero that does not show his penis. If you don't see a penis on a male, that person is a slave. I can't emphasize how important it was to ancient Greeks to see a man unadorned, which really meant, I am so indelicate sometimes, seeing his penis. It had to do with his character. It was his uniform of honor.

When putting on their nude costume, the Greeks were mimicking the Greek gods. Gods wore no clothing because they had no need to, they needed to hide nothing. They were invulnerable both physically and mentally, and a Greek man imitated the gods to the extent he could. You may remember Dr. Manhattan in the movie called The Watchmen. He was portrayed nude because he was advance to the point of not caring. Let me also note that Plato advocated that, in an ideal world, women would also exercise nude and participate in a similar initiation into womanhood.

Most scholars of antiquity are male and either fail to see or choose not to see what is clearly before their eyes. They don't quite get that women might not experience these festival and initiation rites in the same manner as males do a locker room. They dismiss public nudity as too outlandish to take seriously, but on what evidence? The evidence is everywhere, overwhelmingly in support of the female gaze on male nudity. They never fail to notice when a woman is naked or erotically presented. But a nude, erotic man, it could have no possible significance whatsoever. A woman would never even notice, much less find it erotic! The blindness of these scholars is astonishing! They refuse an understanding of the body and its public presentation that is radically different from their own. 




Performing Nude on Campus



I admit that it is hard for us today to get into the Greek cultural mindset because there are so many things in our culture that work against it. From their vantage point, the women of ancient Greece, if they had attended The Dance of Darkness, would have demanded, it's not too strong a word, to see Jonathan completely, and they would have unabashedly looked and made a point of letting Jonathan know that they were looking. Jonathan would have been insulted if they hadn't.

Daily: Dr. Meyer, you do speak in a straightforward manner.

Meyer: I was raised in a Jewish household that didn't mince many words. 

Daily: About every subject?

Meyer: Well, on almost everything. We did, however, tend to avoid explicit talk about the appearance of the body. We weren't Puritan about sex, but we didn't, on the whole, much like looking at the body. I was always bringing up inappropriate subjects.

Daily: Like what?

Meyer: I guess it is okay to say that, in Jewish Day School, we learned that circumcision was important, but no one wanted to give details or discuss it in detail. They taught us that it was important, and then they wanted to move on quickly, period. Well, if it was so important, I wanted to see it and to see how being uncircumcised was different. This was beyond bounds of Jewish convention. But I was a rebel. No doubt, I still am. My teacher said, ask your parents. My parents said, ask your teachers. As I did in many matter, I found out myself.

Daily: I am tempted to ask how?

Meyer: Well, I am not tempted to answer. Let's just say that you can learn a lot swimming if you try. 

Daily: Okay, back to the topic. Was it all male nudity or was there some female nudity?

Meyer: It was overwhelming male nudity, but there was also significant female nudity. Most female nudity was actually a little different from male nudity. Males were completely nude. Females usually wore aprons that covered their pubic regions. The painting by Dugas, Young Spartans Exercising, which depicts nude Spartan boys exercising with aproned girls, probably has it right. The boys are completely nude, and the girls are partially covered.

Daily: Why the difference?

Meyer: I can only speculate. My guess is that the difference between a nude and not-nude male comes down to a single point, whether his penis is exposed. A woman, even back then, could be nude in varying degrees. She could expose her breasts and cover or uncover her pubic area. She might also cover her front and expose her behind. 

Greek society was hierarchical in how it viewed nudity. At the erotic top was male nudity, then complete female nudity, and on down the line. The most dramatic event was the unveiling of the male. I think it is the same today. It was certainly the case in The Dance of Darkness. There were women in this performance who exposed their breasts, but it was the man showing his nakedness that caught all the attention. I don't raise this as a patriarchal thing. No, it has to do with anatomy. When we humans stood up, the female sex organs were hidden between her legs, and the male sex organs were more prominently displayed. It is simply more dramatic, perhaps not more erotic but certainly more visual, to see a naked man. Like it or not, both we and the ancient Greek were into eroticism. 

Daily: Eroticism, really?

Meyer: Yes, eroticism. We are, however, much less open about it. The Puritans left their mark on us all. I saw the performance four times. The first as a matter of course, I attend all performances at our school. The second out of professional and scholarly interest. And the third and fourth to observe the audience. I can tell you that every woman in attendance gave Jonathan a very close once over and more than once. She tried to act like she didn't. The men were interested in Jonathan, but were more interested in the women baring their breasts. They also paid attention to watching the women watch.

I fear that I have talked too long. Can we bring Jonathan and Miriam into the discussion?

Daily: Good idea? Miriam, you mentioned that your gaze at Jonathan was one of sensitivity and appreciation and not one of dominance and humiliation. What made the difference? 

Goldstein: First, obviously, we were the difference. The stuff on the web is the worse form of objectification. I was never into looking at Jonathan as an object.

Daily: So how did you look at him?

Goldstein: I was obviously looking at his body, but the difference was that I saw a person who was that body. Let's don't dance around. It is hard to look a nude male and not notice his penis. I don't believe women who say they don't notice. At the same time, if that is all you see, then you are missing much that is erotic as well. 

I agree with Dr. Meyer, what counts as male nudity is showing the penis. So right off, male nudity has a specific focus. Once you accept that, well, we now have something to talk about. The question is how to broaden it out so that my gaze also sees what is at the margins.

Daily: Anything you want to add here, Jonathan?

Creighton: Not yet. This is all pretty new to me. It's fascinating, but new. 

Daily: So, let's pick up your question, Miriam. If everything is focused on the penis, how do you make it sensitive and appreciative?

Goldstein: That is a very good question. First, let's put aside size. If I want to look at a horse, I can go find a horse. Look, I know many women who have quite beautiful breasts that are actually small. There are plenty of buxom women whose breasts aren't that seductive. So, it is more than just size. It is the same with penises, not that I have great experience to draw on. 

Jonathan's nakedness was dramatic, vivid, ... even intense. But why? It may be that female breasts are flags in that they aren't the main sexual apparatus. They are attractive and sexually erotic, but they aren't where the main action is once sex is engaged. The penis has sex always inscribed on it. It may or may not be aroused, but even flaccid, you can't completely erase sex. Or at least this is what I argued in a paper I did for Dr. Meyer. Let me say that I wrote this paper after my Saturdays with Jonathan.

If you go today to beaches in Europe, most all women are bare-breasted. Not a few have also removed their bottoms. Many, most actually, have also removed their pubic hair so that you can begin to see at least a suggestion of their sex. The play, Equus, has been mentioned before, and Jill, one of the main female characters, performed bare. Her character from the movie made a decade ago, sported a full bush. What's going on? I am not sure but perhaps it is an attempt by women to inscribe sex their nude bodies in a more graphic way. 

Let me get back to the point. Sensitivity and appreciation. This may seem a bit farfetched The best sources for my paper were Thomas Scalan's Eros and Greek Athletics and Paul Ludwig's Eros and Polis. In both these books, male nudity expressed character as well as eroticism. This is what a man revealed when he took off his clothes. He became like a god in that he needed to hide nothing. What a man risked that a god didn't was losing his composure. Desire, as in eros, indicates a need. Gods don't have needs because they are self-sufficient. To speak bluntly, an erection was a matter of will for the gods; they simply willed an erection. As I suspect Jonathan can attest, arousal is a non-voluntary response for mortals men. So for a Greek man, remaining flaccid in public was important, and they thought it took discipline. 

Daily: Jonathan, as has been the buzz of the campus lately, you didn't remain flaccid.

Creighton: Well, it just proves I am not a god.

Daily: Want to say more?

Creighton: I read Miriam's paper before she submitted it, and I found it sensitive and insightful. It does seem to me—well more than that, since I did put myself out there—I experienced much of what she was talking about. I felt that it took perhaps more courage for me to be nude in this production than some of the women. What you see is what I have. There was no way to hide or camouflage myself. 

Daily: Miriam raised the size issue. How did you experience that?

Creighton: I was constantly asking myself: was I big enough or did I seem small? How would women see me? Would they snicker behind my back? These questions were there for me, and I couldn't just ignore them. With Miriam's help, I learned to quiet these voices a little. I didn't shut them up completely, but they are now a little quieter. 

Miriam: Let me jump in here because I can speak as a woman. It isn't that size is completely unimportant, and I am speaking visually here. The term I like is substantial. I find men that that are substantial in that way very appealing. Substantial doesn't necessarily mean long or thick or even big. It means ample or generous. Perhaps that is enough.

Meyer: Let me be risqué here. I am older and say a few things that Miriam can't or shouldn't. Perhaps, it will border on being crass, but I think it is very important to raise this issue because it relates to how we women think about our bodies. We worry about our figures far too much. But we won't address this issue if we ignore that men also worry about their penises. Look, large penises aren't the end-all or be-all of sex pleasure. In sex, for a woman, you have to fit a penis in. That can be a problem. Sometimes they don't fit. Sometimes you can't get it in, or if you can, you can't get it fully in. At some point, the whole experience becomes unpleasant. You end up with hand or mouth play, and while that can be fun, it is certainly not as fulfilling. A penis that doesn't fit can make a woman feel inadequate. In the end, nobody wins. Get over it. Men, be glad if you are average. Sometimes average is best.

Let me broaden the issue. In Greek society, a large penis indicated use. Men who exercised had large muscles. Men who used their penises often had big penises. We know today that it is genes and that there is no correlation. Nevertheless, we do entertain subconscious notions that men with large penises are better lovers and have more lovers. Even women who should know better may make this mistake. Let's me ask Miriam if she agrees that some women on our campus have bigger appetites than their places can hold.

Miriam: I would have to say yes. I have been guilty of it myself. I have a friend who went out with a man who, she later discovered one night, was quite well endowed. She said that they went skinny dipping, and when she saw it, she could wait to get him into bed. It didn't go well. He was too large. He wouldn't fit. They tried it again on another night, and then they just called it off. After being with Jonathan, even though we did not have sex, I learned that not everything big is good. 

Daily: A friend? Really, a friend? 

Goldstein: Alright, alright.

Daily: Anyway, Jonathan, we can't end without hearing from you. You haven't had much to say so far.

Creighton: I don't really have anything to add. It is all very interesting. I think I will definitely take Dr. Meyer's course.

Meyer: May I end with saying that I admire Jonathan for his courage? It was a brave thing to do. And also Miriam for her role. I am not sure that I could have put myself out there like either of you has. Finally, I think it has benefited our school to have this discussion. Not many places would allow this kind of discussion to take place. Finally, I want to encourage Jonathan and Miriam to do it again. I promise to come. 

Daily: Thank you to all three of you.



Performing



"Come, sweetie, come to Molly. I'm sure you left poor Lisa too sore to do anybody for a few days but those potions should still be good. Come here and pound me into the mattress, Monty, and welcome to the family."

*****

Montgomery woke up late the next morning, a warm body pressed against his back and an arm wrapped around his chest. He looked at the hand on the end of the arm and saw the wedding bands. Last night really had happened. Molly woke up with him, sat up and stretched. 

"Good morning, Sunshine. Are you rested after your heroic efforts?"

"I—I'm hungry."

The older woman's laugh was like bells. "Well, it is late enough that the others should be up. I believe Lisa had plans for breakfast and I'm sure the Christmas Parade is on the TV. Here," she reached over to the night table and tossed the lad a pair of tiger striped pajama bottoms and a superman tee-shirt. "Put these on. You've certainly earned them." She stood up and wrapped in a quilted dressing gown, ran a brush through her hair. With a fond smile, she picked up a comb, took Monty's face in one hand and parted and combed his hair just as she had done for years. "Sweetie, our dear little boy has turned into a man to be reckoned with. Lisa's going to be so happy with you and she'll make you happy, too. Now, let's go."

On a loveseat in the living room, Gwendolyn Kingsford was wrapped around Frank Leupold, looking content. The sound of Lisa's singing rose above the clatter of pans and bowls out in the kitchen.

"That's quite the smile the boy's put on your face, dear." Frank chuckled and gave Gwen's bottom an affectionate squeeze.

"The meds hadn't worn off when he got to me," Molly grinned in reply. "I remember looking at the clock just before I fell asleep. It was one thirty! Now you," she turned to her young lover, "off to the kitchen with you and no thinking. Just do. Understand?"

Nodding, Monty strolled into the kitchen and walked up behind Lisa. He wrapped his arms around her middle. "Hey," he whispered.

"Hey, yourself. Are you after breakfast or nooky?"

"Breakfast! I don't remember when I last really ate and I'm starved though a little nooky afterwards sounds good."

"Then you better let me go so I can fix it. And if you want to fuck later this morning you better talk to Mom. I'm sore, you beast, from your pounding."

"Yeah, well, so am I, kinda. Whatever all those things you dosed me up with last night were, please don't do that again? I'm sure I can be a spontaneous stud without them."

The reply began with something half-way between a giggle and a snigger. "Well, not all of them at once, I suppose. But maybe one at a time now and again would be fun. Now go away. I'm busy."

With breakfast over and the television off, the group sat around the living room. "Monty," Gwen began, "you need to go through your room and decide what things you absolutely can't do without. Lisa is going to do the same and we're putting the two of you in the main guest room. The bed's bigger. I've already marked what heirlooms and sentimental items are to be moved in and all the rest will go to auction."

Monty blinked in surprise. "We're moving in here?"

"Merry Christmas, Monty, we certainly are. I've waited nine years for this, dear. When your father died I was stricken. He was so young and you were just getting to the age when Daddy should have started being really important. Over the next few months I turned to Frank and Molly for comfort, company and support. They were so warm and affectionate that when, about a year after your father passed, they gently suggested a three-way I only thought about it for a moment before agreeing. It was the best decision I can imagine making. And now that we can pair you and Lisa up, we'll make our triad permanent and more-or-less official. And remember what I said, I recommend every night.  I'm certainly looking forward to getting a lot more, now."

Lisa looked dubious. "Well, maybe every night after a few more days. Right now I'm too sore from this animal you unleashed on me."

"Piffle!" her mother responded. "Cheerleaders are famous for blowjobs. Just because you've got a slightly bruised pussy shouldn't stop you."

"Not this cheerleader! I always wondered about the girls who did that. I mean, what's in it for me—besides a mouth full of goo?"

The older women looked startled. "Well," Gwen began, "you make your man feel very good and a woman should be happy about that."

"Besides," Molly continued, "that smooth head really feels sensuously good sliding around on your tongue, lips and face. And as for his cum, as soon as you feel him starting to squirt, just take him as far down your throat as you comfortably can. It will shoot right over your taste buds and you'll swallow automatically. And even if you get some in your mouth, it's just a little salty. Of course, if giving head isn't your thing, there's always your other tail . . . ."

"No way! You really do that? How can you stand it? I tried once with a dildo and it hurt so bad . . . ."

Gwen looked stern. "Honey, if it hurts, you're doing it wrong. Hmm, Frank, dear, go get the lube and some condoms. And while you're doing that I'll go wash. The young folk need an object lesson."

"Mother!" Monty was horrified.

"Oh shush! I'm a sexual being, Monty. If I wasn't you wouldn't exist. You need to start getting used to it and now is as good a time as any."

Before Monty could continue his protest, Molly clapped a hand over his mouth. "Young man, this is a lesson. She's not suggesting incest, she's teaching you (and you, my girl), how to do something properly. Shut up and pay attention."

When both parents returned moments later, Gwen had changed from her comfortable plush robe into something in black fishnet. She turned to Lisa. "When a man wants to sodomize you, dear, you need to be really aroused and the best way I know to do that is rimming. And Monty, when you're having anal sex, a condom is essential." Then with feline grace she got down on her hands and knees on the coffee table, arched her back and said, "Frankie, I'm yours."

The scene was decadent almost to the point of obscenity. Frank Leupold sat on a low stool behind Gwen and spreading her buttocks with his hands began a slow wriggling lick up her perineum and around her anus. Slowly up and then around and around, he licked her and each time his tongue hit the target Gwendolyn sighed with pleasure.

Ohmigawd, Lisa thought, I'm sitting here with my mother and my boyfriend watching my father get ready to buttfuck his mother. He's licking her ass and she loves it. This is insane. I shouldn't watch—but I can't look away

At last Gwen shuddered slightly. "Grease me up, Frankie, I'm ready."

Frank spread gooey gel all over his fingers and began to massage Gwen's anus, pushing the lube inside and spreading the muscles wide. Finally he stood up and continuing to massage with one hand, stroked himself hard with the other. He opened a packet with his teeth and unrolled the latex sheath over his hard-on. Then he covered it with more gel.

Molly turned to Lisa, "Now, dear, when he starts to push against you, you push out, like you were trying to go. That will relax your outer sphincters. The inner ones may try to constrict so Monty, you only just push in the head and then wait until she finishes relaxing. Then, my girl, all you have to do is enjoy the sensations. Some women don't but that's because they weren't properly introduced to the art."

Frank pushed in, making Gwen gasp slightly. With his hands on her hips he waited while she took a few breaths and finally murmured, "Do me." A little at a time, small thrust by small thrust, Frank pushed in until he was buried to the hilt in her ass. Then he withdrew and began to thrust. Slowly at first and then with increasing speed, his pelvis slapped smartly against her bottom. The two younger people watched wide-eyed and open-mouthed as he began to slap first one butt-cheek and then the other keeping time with his thrusts. Finally, he groaned, spasmed several times and withdrew.

"See, that wasn't so hard." Gwen sat up on the table. "Molly, will you supervise these two while your darling hubby and I go shower?"

"I'll be glad to. Lisa, go wash! Gwen's right. You two should be having sex every day and if your pussy's to tired, use the other hole."

*****

That night Lisa lay with her head on Monty's chest, her arms tight around him. He stroked her hair and her face, kissing gently and murmuring to her.

"So, are you okay? I hope you aren't even sorer than this morning."

"Actually, I'm fine. Yeah, you stretched me out good but once I relaxed it wasn't bad. A little weird feeling, maybe, but I'll get used to it. I suppose tomorrow I'll have to learn how to give a good blowjob."

"Not if you don't want to. I don't care what Mom says, I can wait more than one day."

"Oh, I know you would. Really, Monty, the parents are right. I can't imagine a sweeter man to be paired with than you're turning out to be. But remember the periodic orgies that happen here. You might be happy with plain vanilla sex but some of our parents' friends are pretty kinky. I have to get used to it 'cause they'll expect it. And you'll have to get used to it, too."

"What do you mean?"

"Mom doesn't know I know this, but in the bottom drawer of her nightstand is a dildo harness and several fat, silicone dongs. There's a big tube of KY jelly in it too. You can't tell me she only uses them on your mother. I have this sneaking feeling that sooner or later she's going to introduce you to the delights of anal sex."

"Oh, shit!"

*****

In the morning Monty roused slightly, feeling very 'married' with Lisa snuggled against his back. Eyes closed he felt her hand pull the covers down and began caressing him from the chest on down. It felt wonderful and he lay there happily taking in the attention until the next time the hand came up. He opened his eyes and saw his mother-elect's wedding set. He came awake with a start.

"Molly?"

"Shhh . . . Frank's gone to the airport and I sent Lisa to your mother. Female sexuality is much more malleable than the male's and she needs to start learning how to play with other women the way she plays with men. So it's just you and me this morning, baby. You relax and Molly's gonna make you feel wonderful."

Monty skooched back a bit and wiggled his butt experimentally. As he feared there was something behind him besides Molly's bare skin. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"M—Molly, you're wearing a harness, aren't you?"

The answer came back in a chuckle. "That I am, my sweet man—that I am. And now that you have figured out what's to happen this morning, you go down the hall, dump, shower, and shave. If you aren't back in twenty minutes, I'm coming after you and you wouldn't want me to be disappointed in you, would you?"

Swallowing nervously, the young man swung his legs over the side of the bed obediently and headed out the bedroom door. When he came back, still slightly damp but clean, cleaned out and clean shaven, Molly smiled approvingly.

"Very good, sweetie, you got back with six minutes to spare. Now lay down next to me just the way you were." Monty complied, an entire butterfly collection in his stomach.

"I—I don't really want this, Molly, please?"

"Baby, I'm sure your default love-making mode is sweet, gentle, considerate and patient. I think that's wonderful. Lisa will adore you. And Friday night showed that you can also put a rutting stag to shame and that is so much fun. But Monty, men don't always have to be in charge. You can be luxuriant, even passive and it's perfectly okay. Now Lisa hasn't learned to take charge, yet, but she will. And when she does you need to know how to lay back and take it. And that's what today is about."

"Do—do I have to?"

"No, Monty, but once I'm done, you'll want to." She continued to stroke him all over, calming him down and sending him back into a near doze. She pushed him over face down and then straddled his thighs. Now she stroked with both hands, and massaged and manipulated—until she leaned down and brushed his back with her nipples. That felt good. That felt hot.

"Uh! Molly, what are you doing?"

"Getting you ready, baby. Remember yesterday? Frank got your mother all hot and ready before he buggered her? And then I had you do the same thing to Lisa so you could pop her anal cherry? Well, guess what, sweet man—you're next!"

She nibbled his shoulders and worked her way down his back. Nibbling, kissing, licking and biting, Molly made her way down Montgomery's body until she could take a butt-cheek in each hand, spread them wide and blow hot and gentle on his pucker. He whimpered a little until she stuck out her tongue and circled his anus. The licks grew longer, faster and more intense until the young man was moaning with pleasure. Molly grinned to herself. He was ready. 

From the nightstand she pulled out a big tube of KY jelly and a Feeldo. She stuck the bulbous end in her mouth, covered it with saliva and slid it into her pussy. It was big and filled her, pushing on all the right spots. She shuddered happily. Then she covered the phallus end with lubricant.

"Spread your legs, Monty. Wider. Good sweetie. Now remember what I told Lisa about pushing out . . ." and she took him.

"Ah!"

"Relax, Monty, take deep breaths and relax. Better now?"

"I—I guess."

"Good, now just lie there and enjoy."

Lisa was right. The feeling of a large, smooth object sliding in and out of his rectum was a little weird but surprisingly erotic. And every couple of strokes, the end of it would make contact with his prostate gland and that felt even more erotic.

"Molly, are you—gonna make me— cum?"

"If I can, sweetheart. I'm sure gonna try. I've got about a week to turn you into a sophisticated, experienced lover who is happy to both dom and sub before New Year's Eve. See, most of the ladies who come to these things are going to consider you fair game, since you're new. Roll up on your left side a little. I need to stroke that wonderful cock of yours. You're just gonna explode, Monty."

Her hand was amazing, tickling him in all the right spots an experienced woman knows and the dildo kept driving in and out of him. Monty started to whimper, passion rising with each stroke. As he approached the point of no return he opened his eyes to see Lisa and his mother standing in the bedroom doorway watching him with eager grins and flushed faces. No matter. He was too far along for the shock and surprise to scare his desire away now, and with an anguished cry he came, squirting all over Molly's hand until he collapsed and she withdrew.

Their audience applauded politely. 

"Gosh, Mom, do you do that to Daddy a lot?"

Molly cleaned off her hands and removed the harness. As she slipped into a caftan she answered, "Not a lot. Just if I'm in the mood or I think he needs a nice surprise. He does appreciate it. Really Gwen, I need to take both of you shopping at the Glistening Cucumber for two more. I see Lisa in something pink or lavender and you in bright red—maybe with matching boots and mask. The feeling of dominance is so satisfying, sometimes."

Lisa went into the bathroom and returned with a wet washrag and towel. "Roll over, husband-to-be, and let me clean you up. That lube is messy stuff."

Gwen looked thoughtful. "When everyone was watching you two at the party, Myra remarked that she thought it was time we initiated Darla. The girl seems well on her way to a kind of sluttiness that she isn't enjoying so she may as well join the big leagues and feel better about it. We'll just put the three of you in different bedrooms and the guests can circulate as they please."

Molly grinned. "What a delightfully decadent idea, the older generation in carnal dalliance with the compliant flesh of the next. I think we need to get this organized so that by the Spring Equinox all the kids are properly broken in and docile—they'll be so surprised. Monty, you need to learn to be multi-orgasmic. And as for our young Miss Leupold, you, dear, shall become an expert fellatrix—starting right after breakfast. Bacon and eggs, everyone?"