0 comments/ 21851 views/ 1 favorites Preparing By: WFEATHER she stepped from the shower, drying herself as she thought of the evening ahead. A smile spread across her lips as she considered how she must prepare. Momentarily, she stepped from the bathroom, as naked as the moment she was born into this world. The icy winter wind rattled the windows, startling her momentarily and ripping her from her thoughts. But then she returned to her previous thoughts, and made her way downstairs to the living room. The heat had dissipated as the flames in the fireplace had burned low. After removing the safety grate, she added plenty of fresh fuel to the low flames, and knelt at the fireplace for a few moments, allowing the rising heat to warm her damp skin. her thoughts continued to look forward to what was about to take place, and her ever-present smile widened imperceptibly. In time, however, she knew she needed to act. she replaced the safety grate, then rose and made her way to the large wooden chest underneath the large window. she glanced out into the desolate, dreary winter night, seeing nothing but snow and darkness, before she finally closed the curtains. Opening the large chest, she withdrew the various items she would need and moved them to the area in front of the fireplace. Then she returned upstairs to the bedroom. For several long moments, she stood at the open closet door, trying to decide what she should wear to tempt Him the most. Eventually, she decided, and laid out the items on the bed: two-inch locking heels, miniskirt, open-cup bra, and elbow-length black gloves - all in shiny black latex. After a long time brushing her lengthy jet-black hair and applying just a hint of make-up to her face, she returned to the bedroom and finally dressed in her latex outfit, placing the key for the padlocks on top of the dresser once the heels were affixed to her feet. she returned to the bathroom to scrutinize herself in the mirror, almost amazed at the erect prominence of her nipples simply from knowing what was about to take place. In time, she returned slowly downstairs, and made her way to the fireplace once more. The flames were much higher now, and she knelt again to bask in their joyous heat. But, all too soon, she needed to finish her preparations. First, she picked up the collar: thin and elegant, made of supple, comfortable leather. she had worn this collar very often, so often that she sometimes felt naked without it, even if she was fully clothed at the office with dozens of eyes upon her as she made a presentation. Once the collar encircled her neck, her closed her eyes for just a moment, enjoying its familiar feel and scent. Second, she picked up a lengthy, heavy chain, its silver metal gleaming in the flickering light emanating from the fireplace. she spent several moments simply caressing the many links, and ensuring the clip at either end of the chain would work properly. Then, still kneeling before the fireplace, began to wrap the chain around herself: above, below, and around her breasts, the links pressingly tightly against her soft feminine swells. At last, she reached behind her, and awkwardly used the two clips to secure either end of the lengthy chain to a random link near her spine. Purposely shaking her torso briefly, she made a soft sound as the links bit into her womanly flesh. Next, she picked up the nipple clamps, a sense of both awe and fear momentarily flashing through her consciousness. she briefly thought of the day they had arrived, when she had practically shredded the box to get at the contents inside, and then she had yelped loudly in pain as for the very first time she applied one of the heavy metal devices to her right nipple. But now, she took a deep breath, and released it loudly as the initial pain spread outward from her left nipple and filled her being. It took several moments before she was able to apply the second heavy nipple clamp, and she cried out in pain as tears formed at the outer edges of her eyes and then down her cheeks. she was definitely thankful that there were no weights attached to these clamps, but wondered just how long it would take for her to be able to finally internalize the twin pains attaching her chest. Quite some time later, she finally felt she was ready to finish her preparation. she switched to a sitting position and applied leather cuffs to her wrists. A pair of short chains with clips were next, one chain connecting the D-rings on the locking heels, and another used to connect the D-rings on the wrist cuffs. The trick, however, was that her wrists were now secured behind her torso. That made the final steps of her preparation a little difficult: she had to somehow get the handle of the leather whip in her mouth, and then kneel by the fireplace. Slowly, she maneuvered into a kneeling position, and used her knees to essentially "walk" toward the whip. With a little difficulty due to the clamps fiercely torturing her nipples, she bent forward and took the leather handle between her teeth, then rose up again. After shaking her head to clear her hair from her face and ensure clear vision, she "walked" closer to the fireplace, then turned around so her backside was warmed by the flames. Lifting her head high, she looked toward the front entryway. Tears continued to spill from her eyes, partially from the pain, but primarily from the need to wait for the arrival of her Master. ...for, despite her deep-rooted desire to please Him, she had yet to meet her Master. she had yet to find the One to captivate her heart and help her to become a better person through service to Him. Preparing Beth for Black I have a beautiful girlfriend. Beth is probably about 5'4, 5'5, pale, smooth skin, the perfect body for a shy eighteen year old girl; thin with a little baby fat. Black hair, gothed up overdone eye shadow. The shirts she wore always showed off her perky b cups, either torn and revealing a bit of the bra or the neck was wide enough to show the strap. I love the way she smiles at me, without saying a word, just watching. I love the way she shuts her big, grey eyes tight as I push inside her; the way her glossed lips part to let a cry out. We've been together for a year; each the others first sexual experience. We couldn't get enough of learning and teaching each other new things our friends told us, we read about online, or saw in a porno. The porno she reacted to the most, which got her the most wet and made her nearly cum every time we watched, featured a monstrous, rugged black guy and a girl that looked a lot like her. We found that video on a foreign site, the video was shot from a handheld camera. These weren't actors and from the way he fucked the girl, I doubt they paid her enough. The black guy's cock was huge. Using mine to compare it to, well, Beth can wrap one hand around my entire cock, the girl on the film couldn't touch her fingers when gripping his shaft. And she used to hands to stroke him. That video became her favorite, but she was always to shy to request it. I got jealous, knowing that I could never compare to that black guy, and chose not to watch it for a while, when one night she actually requested it. "Could we, uh, watch that foreign video, tonight?" She was fingering herself under the sheets, staring innocently at me. "You want to fuck that black guy, don't you?" She could tell I was hurt and I was. "No, baby. It's just a video. We haven't seen it for a while." She nestled her head into my chest, pulling her naked body against mine. -- That was a month ago. The interracial snuff film became a regular viewing and our playful fantasizing was heavily influenced. It started with pretending she just got pounded by the black guy, was shaking and out of breath, and I got sloppy seconds. This was exciting for a while, until I introduced a new element that brought our fantasy a step closer to reality. A large, black dildo. I was trembling when I bought it. I drove for an hour out of my way to go to a porn shop where I was sure I wouldn't run into anyone I recognized. Even though I did this, I was still nervous about buying it. I was a little angry that she secretly wanted to try this, potentially preferring a black guy's cock over my skinny five inches, so I figured I'd want to get something to hurt her a little. I bought the thickest dildo I could find. I could barely fit my hand around it and it was advertised as being nine inches long. It was massive. I called her that night and told her I had a big surprise for her. It was spring break and she was off for the week, so she came over. When I got her in bed, I blind folded her. I entered her and pounded away - she knew something was up and really got into it, crying a little louder than usual. She never made a lot of noise, mostly whimpers and quiet yelps, mostly because of the neighbors or out of practice from hiding our actions from parents. Before I came - it took everything I had to hold on - I pulled out and kissed her, telling her to wait a moment. I got up from the bed, my cock was dripping from her wet pussy, and took the dildo out of the bag. For a moment, knowing she couldn't see, I compared it to my erect cock and it put mine to shame. Almost twice the length and width. I snuck back under the covers, slathered the giant cock with lubricant, and pressed the tip of it against her tiny vagina. "What's that!" she jerked up. She didn't try to remove the blindfolds or kick me away, she was just very surprised. I didn't reply, just pressed the head against her tiny, pink pussy lips. Looking at how this beastly black head, how wide it was, contrasted her thin, tight pussy, I didn -(TM)t know if it would fit. But lust and a little bit of spite fueled my determination to make it fit. She cooed a little, pressing her little pussy against it, not to take it in, but kind of to identify what it was. I slid the length of the shaft against her clit, explaining exactly how thick and long this monster was to her pussy. "You're crazy," she said, finally removing the blind folds, looking down at me, "that thing is too big." "You don't need to fuck all of it. Just the head." Her pretty grey eyes stared at me, innocent and a little frightened. She trusted me, but I think she was still afraid I might hurt her. "Pretend it's the guy from the video video. I just finished fucking you and he's here to finish you off." "But you didn't finish fucking me. I want you," she pouted back at me. With that, without replying, I pushed the very tip of the head into her pussy. She instantly threw her head back, clenched her fists, and almost arched her back off the bed. I pushed again and again her body buckled against it. "It hurts!" she hissed between gritted teeth. She was sweating. It streamed down her neck and onto her soft breasts. I climbed up her, my hand still threatening to shove the giant black cock into her, and kissed the sweat, suckling on her small nipples. I bite her lightly and moved my mouth up her neck, next to her ear. "He doesn't care," I said, pushing more of the head into her. Her hands came up to grip my arm, her fingernails biting into my skin. "He wants to fuck this little goth girl. Make her his." She must have responded to that thought, imagining that huge, muscular black guy holding her down, his powerful shaft pressing hard into her, because she became suddenly wet and the whole head slipped in with one push. She cried out, louder than she ever had before, much louder than I ever caused her to cry. Pissed and turned on, I began bobbing the head in a little deeper, but not much - I never realized how tight she actually was. I jerked it in and out of her, fast but shallow strokes. She was on fire; I'd never seen her like this. She went from gritting her teeth to moaning. One moment she grabbed my arm, the next she reached for her own breast, to pinch her a tiny pink nipple. Harder, faster, but never deeper, I plunged it into her and she bucked. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop." She pleaded. She'd never been like this before, I didn't know how to feel, but my cock was raging away. I kept pushing the head in a little deeper, then pulling it back, jabbing her quaking little pussy with a thick black tool. Finally, she began to quiver little convulsions... she was about to cum. She never came before. We'd been together for a year, fucking for half that time, and she never came once. But it was as if I didn't have control of the dildo any longer. I had to fuck her with that black cock, had to violate her tight eighteen year pussy with that giant veiny shaft. I had to keep pushing and pulling, watching the girl I loved get ready for her first orgasm. She opened her eyes, starred into mine, and opened her mouth for a silent scream. Eventually the scream did come and I had to take my other hand to cover her mouth. Her body tensed and strained as the orgasm crashed over her and she screamed into my hand. I kept pumping. As it crested she bit down on my hand. The pain inspired me to pump harder, push a little deeper. I kept pumping. She had tears in her eyes now and her arms around me. Her legs twisted, trying to squeeze my arm away, but I ignored them. I kept pumping. "Please. Stop. Please." She gasped over my hand. "Do you want me to pull it out?" "Carefully. Oh my god, you have to be careful. It's gonna kill me." She laughed a little. I didn't. I was hurt. After pulling it out slowly, to which she tensed once more and reacted to with a painful squeal, she wrapped her arms around me. "I want to feel you now," she said to me. "I want to feel my man inside me. Cum inside me." My cock harder than ever, I hesitated only a moment, then mounted her. Her pussy was not only wetter than I ever felt it, but it felt a little different. Not much, but it did feel stretched. I thrust my cock in all the way. Her pussy was soaked. I felt her cum spill past my cock and onto my balls. She stared up into my eyes, mouthing the words "I love you" with her sexiest pouty look. I still made her cry out a little, because my cock was pressing deeper than I pushed the dildo. Not deeper than I could push the dildo, just deeper than I pushed it tonight. I was afraid to think what it would feel like if I didn't stop. What if that monstrous guy from the film actually fucked her, he wouldn't have stopped - then what would she feel like. I erupted inside her, realizing, if she were ever to be fucked by a real black guy, he wouldn't have stopped so soon, nor held back as much. He would have pounded and pounded my beloved little goth girl til she could probably not feel my cock anymore. Preparing for a Shoot Dave at nineteen was an innocent, at least in terms of his sexual activity with the opposite sex, though perhaps not quite so innocent in terms of his thoughts. Lynn was just as innocent in terms of action and even more so with her thoughts. They knew each other through school and through the Shotokan Karate class they both attended in Dundee every Thursday evening. Aged 19 they had both left school over a year ago and were now studying at Dundee University but lived at home, mostly to save money but also in Lynn's case because her parents were worried about her being taken advantage of. Lynn was Dave's ideal woman, not too tall, not skinny but not an ounce of spare fat on her thanks to all the training she did. He wasn't so bad himself on that front either though he had a couple of gradings to go to match her brown-belt. They lived just a couple of streets apart in Broughty Ferry, on the East side of the city and so caught the number 7 bus back together. This particular Thursday instead of their usual quick drink in the pub before getting the bus home Lynn said, "Why don't you come round to my place for a drink? We have most things and we can save a couple of quid each that way." "Sure, I'd love to." came the quick reply. On arriving at an ex-council house that had been tastefully refurbished Dave soon realised that Lynn's parents were not at home. As Lynn, naturally the more talkative of the two poured out the drinks she started talking about the modelling she did to pay her way through university. As well as the money she also got to keep some of the clothes. Dave admired the photos, none of which were in the least bit sexual, or wouldn't be but for one thing. Lynn had a smile which combined with her soft, jet black hair and cheeky face which was x-rated. The clothes modelled were all things like jeans, sweaters, hats etc. The most daring thing on the list was a t-shirt and shorts which showed less than could be seen down any high street in Britain in Summer and less than in quite a few in winter! Dave wondered where this was going. He knew Lynn well enough to know that she wasn't showing him the photos for nothing. He had seen many of them before and preferred looking directly at her. As they drank their beers Lynn Carried on talking, "They have asked me to do a lingerie shoot for a catalogue. My parents are away for a couple of weeks and when I suggested you could come with me they agreed." Dave was gobsmacked! Lynn's conservative parents who were worried about her being taken advantage of letting him see her in several different sets of underwear! Within seconds Dave was worried Lynn would see his erection but didn't move his hands for fear of drawing attention to it. To this point his right hand action had been based purely on his imagination and extrapolation from what he could see of her small firm breasts through the tight t-shirts she occasionally wore. Of course Dave agreed! "I'd love to!" were his actual words. Dave was not prepared for Lynn's next salvo. If he was gobsmacked before this was the knock out punch! "They want me to shave for the shoot. Will you help me with that?" Dave's innocence was fading fast. "Only if I can take these jeans off. They are getting a little tight for some reason." Lynn burst out laughing. "Of course you can. After all if you get to see me naked it is only fair that I get to see you." Perhaps, her innocence had started to slip. They made their way to the bathroom and quietly undressed. If Dave's eyes had had stalks they would have been poking out. With their firm nipples, Lynn's breasts were even more of an attention grabber for Dave than they had been when covered up and as for the luxuriant mass of black curls hiding her sex...... Dave had been one of those boys who needed to start shaving early and had even had a beard for a time so he knew what he had to do next. "We will need to cut most of this off with scissors first." He noted. Lynn opened a box on the chair beside the bath and handed it to Dave. "I think you will find all you need here." She smiled and after putting the plug in the bath and turning the taps on, sat down and opened her legs wide. Concentrating on the job Dave started cutting away Lynn's pubic hair. When he had done all he could with the scissors Lynn handed him the beard trimmer. By the time he had finished the bath was ready and Lynn climbed in. "Why don't you wash me all over before you soap me up for shaving?" She asked. Dave didn't bother looking for reasons not to comply but started by shampooing Lynn's glorious locks which matched in colour if not curliness those lying on the bathroom floor. After doing her back Dave finally started to really enjoy the breasts he had admired for so long. A size above a handful Dave learned first hand of how a woman's nipples react to being touched in the right way. Lynn sighed with enjoyment, and felt a little sad when Dave moved down to her legs. All trace of sadness left however when he reached what a great-aunt had called, "the forbidden triangle." She guided his hands and told him about how she played with herself. Under her instruction Dave learned about a woman's inner and outer lips and of course the clitoris. Gently Dave explored every fold and crevice of Lynn's sex. Eager to learn he spread her lips with the fingers of one hand while those of the other traced circles round the intimate contours that made up her vagina. His eyes were riveted to the beauty he was touching. So different to the pictures he had seen. Minutes later she cried out in joy at her first orgasm from a source other than her own fingers. "That was amazing!" She exclaimed. "Now, why don't you start shaving me?" Lynn arched her back, lifting her hips up out of the water and Dave took the soap and after producing a thick creamy lather worked it into her skin through the roughness of where he had trimmed her. Dave then took the razor and with firm sure strokes soon had her as smooth as the day she was born. He washed off the soap and shavings, savouring the feel of Lynn's clean skin. "I knew you could do it without cutting me." She grinned. "Why don't you join me and we can put the shower on to get rid of the shavings? Lynn proceeded to wash Dave's body in the way he had washed hers. Long before she reached his penis however he was leaking generous amounts of pre-cum. Lynn took a little of this on her fingers and tasted it before dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth. When some of his male peers had talked about oral sex Dave had thought it a bit disgusting though intriguing at the same time. Now he thought nothing with Lynn could ever be disgusting. His hands ran though her long tresses as she took a first tentative suck. "That feels wonderful." Dave breathed as her tongue started to explore his head which was engorged and purple. This level of stimulation was something Dave had ever experienced before and after being hard for over an hour with first talking about the lingerie shoot and then the shaving he wasn't going to last long. "I'm about to cum!" he gasped seconds before jet after jet of his sticky cream gushed forth. Taken by surprise, Lynn's head jerked back and some landed on her face, some on her chest and breasts before her lips wrapped around Dave's still gushing member to taste and swallow what was left. When Lynn had finally extracted the last leaking drops of cum from Dave's now flaccid member she stood up and Dave took the soap again to wash the cum from her body. When he had finished he put his arms around her and pulled her to him his cock, responding to being trapped between them by gradually growing again. They kissed, their tongues intertwining like two snakes intent on maximising the amount of skin to skin contact between them. When they finally broke the kiss Dave moved behind Lynn and his hands caressed her tits and played with the nipples which were once again rock hard. She took his hand and brought it back down towards her pleasure centre and asked him to, "Do it again, Please?" This time Dave was more confident and his fingers seemed to naturally find their way to just the right places. Lynn's breathing was getting faster as she made another request, "Suck my nipples!" Actually it was not so much a request as an order but Dave didn't need any urging! At the same time one of her hands found his once more turgid tool and started to slide it's way up and down. This time Dave lasted longer and it was several minutes before Lynn directed his head to her clitoris and started rubbing it urgently against her rose bud. Again her own muscles contracted and seconds later her abdomen was covered with more of Dave's semen. Words were no more needed than clothes as they dried each other off before heading to the bedroom. "Why don't you phone your parents to let them know you won't be back tonight?" Lynn suggested. Dave made the phone call but it was not his mum or step-dad he spoke to but his step-sister, a year younger than himself but with years more experience. "has my older brother finally lost his cherry?" She asked. "Wouldn't YOU like to know?" he answered knowing that even if her teasing was not at an end, at least it would take on a different meaning from now on. Preparing for an Evening Out He walks in to the bedroom, sees a chair placed at the end of the bed, his Mistress no where in site. Notices that a beautiful black PVC dress is laid out on the bed that he recently purchased for her. Lying next to it is his collar a sure sign that his Mistress is wanting to play. Laying next to it a few lengths of rope and his ball gag. He undresses slowly wondering what is in store for him. He places Her collar on him and folds his clothes neatly into a pile on the footstool so She will not trip over them. He then takes up his position at the end of the bed awaiting Her pleasure. Kneeling, head bowed he hears Her come home from work and the sounds of her heels coming up the stairs. He hears her breathing as she comes in the room but dares not look up. He waits with bated breath for what comes next. She moves over to the dresser where all her toys lay cleaned and ready for her use. She picks up something he knows not what for he cannot see Her. She comes to him and he sees Her beautiful feet encased in black stockings and heels. He knows well she is wearing garters with no panties for he saw Her get dressed only this morning. At Her side he sees the end of a riding crop, Her favorite toy he purchased as a gift for Her upon the day She collared him. His breathing quickens as he remembers that day and how well She made use of his tribute to Her. She places the riding crop under his chin raising his face so that he may look upon her face. She reaches down to place a kiss upon his mouth and whispers to him, "I am going out tonight with some friends, you will sit in that chair while I get ready." He crawls over to the chair knowing how much She enjoys seeing his ass presented to Her. He sits down placing his hands palm up on the arm rests, ready for whatever She has in store for him. She goes back to the dresser laying down Her crop, opening the drawer he knows holds all the soft cotton rope he had dyed for Her in her favorite color, purple. He enjoys pampering Her and acquiring for Her gifts that she will enjoy. She returns to him laying the rope along his shoulders and down his chest, tickling at his now semi hard erection. She wraps the ropes gently around his arm tightening them and knotting them till he is completely tied securely no chance of breaking the bonds of rope She has placed upon him. He does not test them he knows well how good She has them in place. She turns to the bed, bends over slightly so that he sees just the barest glimpse of her beautiful ass that he has pleasured many times before and knows so well. He aches to touch her but knows that is not permissible until She gives him leave to. She turns back to him with the ball gag in hand placing it gently in his mouth and affixing it behind his head. She then proceeds to undress in front of him folding Her clothes and placing them on the bed for him to clean and hang up later. She turns to go into the bathroom in only her stockings garter and heels. He hears Her start the bath and soon sees the steam coming out, the smell of lavender wafts through the air. He sniffs recognizing it as the bath oil She uses only on special occasions. She returns to the room in front of him, placing Her heeled foot on his leg. He feels the pressure of Her heel digging into his leg as She bends over to Her shoe and unbuckles the ankle strap. He gets a whiff of Her perfume. She wore the Red Door today, the scent the blends best with Her own heady scent. She finishes taking off Her heels and turns Her back to him. Undoing Her garters She bends over rolling Her stockings down, he glimpses a peek at Her pubic hair but no more than that. She places the stockings over his shoulders draping them to lay teasing his cock even more, turns to the bathroom and gets in the bath. He can hear Her washing all over and wishes he could be in there to do it for Her, but tonight She has other plans. She finishes drying off and comes back out to the bedroom. She goes to the other side of the room and takes out a fresh garter and stockings these ones with roses along the outside seam of the leg. She proceeds to slowly and tantalizingly put them up rolling them up Her leg and hooking the garter snaps to them with a click of finality. She sits down at her makeup table freshening up Her makeup and adding a little more perfume. It evades his nostrils leaving him with her scent as She turns to him and tells him where She and Her friends will be going, "We will be going out to dinner at The Chateau, I will be having a steak with mushrooms done medium well. Cut into small bites I will savor each piece as I think of you here at home waiting for Me to return. When we are done eating we will be going out to dance at Club Nevi. When we are too tired to dance anymore for the pleasure of the men there we will go to Club X." Club X he well remembers as a swingers club that caters to lifestyle folk. They had a very nice dungeon set up that he well remembers from last month when he was allowed to go with her. He knows she will find another submissive there, play with them but return to him at the end of the evening. She turns to the bed then taking up her dress and putting it on. Tying up the corset strings along the front and adjusting the seams to run perfectly along the lines of seam in her stockings. One final glance in the mirror and she turns to him, "I hope you went to the bathroom when you came home because you will be tied there until I return." She then smiles at him, turns and walks out of the room. A moment later he hears the front door shut and her car leaving. He is alone with an amazing erection, his thoughts and a sudden urge to empty his bladder. Preparing for Jenna's Night Out After the night with Jenna in the store I talked to Ed and we devised a plan for getting Jenna naked in public. That adventure will posted after this one. A few days after Ed and I talked about going out for some fun with Jenna I called Ed and said I was in the mood for some fun and I wanted to go do some shopping and find a few new outfits to wear out and also for any upcoming adventures. He wanted to know why I needed him to go shopping (something most men hate) and I told him that I not only wanted to shop but also have some fun. He of course knew that I was planning to do some flashing or would be wearing less than what is normally worn in the mall. He agreed to come pick me up in about an hour, so I needed to jump in the shower and get dressed. Now normally I wear very short skirts or dresses that have buttons or a zipper from hem to waist. This allows me to show a little or a lot. I also wear thin blouses or very short crop tops. Basically anything that draws attention to me. This time however I tried something new to me. I had read a very exciting story about a girl who wore sweatpants and tiny top out all the time. I never even considered sweatpants to be sexy but the story of Carmen got me so very excited and wet. I decided I would have to try this for myself. Hopefully the writer does not mind my using his idea. After my shower I put on my sweatpants with the string removed and after considering a very tiny almost non-existent thong I decided to go bare under the sweatpants.. They were just snug enough to hang precariously on my hips and could easily be dislodged when I moved. I Put on a short crop top the had buttons down the front. I buttoned the two middle buttons and left the top and bottom buttons open. I put on a pair of flip flops and was ready to go. I walked into the living room and could feel the sweatpants slip down just a little. I stood with my back to the floor length mirror in the entrance way and looked over my shoulder. I could see about an inch of my rear cleavage showing. I turned around and saw I was showing lots of skin from the bottom of my shirt to the top of my sweatpants. If I hadn't shaved completely a few days ago there would be pubic hair showing if the pants drop any more. I was getting excited just thinking about what may happen today and I was happy that the sweatpants I wore were a dark color so a wet spot would not be so noticeable. Before long Ed was at the door and after he came in and saw my outfit he commented that it was a different look for me. Then he asked why did I need him with me if I was going out more covered that usual. I shimmed my hips back and forth and the sweatpants slid down exposing my naked pussy to him. The smile on his face said it all, he liked what he was seeing. I pulled the pants back up and out the door we went. I could feel them drop just a little as I walked to the car. We had an uneventful ride to the mall and found a spot in the underground parking deck. As we made our way to the entrance I was trying to get a feeling of how much movement it would take for the pants to drop. I really wanted to be somewhat in control of when they would "accidentally" drop. I soon found it wouldn't take much because suddenly they were sliding down, giving anyone around a nice view of my ass and pussy. I pulled them back up and told Ed that I either had to hold onto the waistband or we needed to walk slower through the mall on the way to the first store I wanted to go to. He told me I could not hold onto the pants so I walked slowly knowing that anyone behind me could see the top of my ass. At last we made it to the first store where I knew they had lots of cute little skirts and such that would be great for flashing and also very easy to remove when the time came. The store was not very busy, there were a few girls and a man in his 30's sitting in a chair near the fitting rooms apparently waiting for his girlfriend or wife as she tried some things on. I could see some dresses on a rack near the man and slowly walked over to check them out. He barley glanced my way as I passed him to look at the dresses. I was looking at some dresses with my back to him and Ed whispered to me that the guy was checking out my ass. I found a dress that looked like it may work for me and then proceeded to walk around to the other side of the rack. As I did this I held the dress in both hands and held raised it up in front of me to look at it. As I expected this movement caused my sweatpants to drop to the floor. This gave the man sitting behind me a great view of my naked butt. I stayed there for a moment before I dropped the dress and pulled my pants back up. I didn't even glance around to look at the man. I knew Ed would tell me about his reaction later. I chose a few more items and went into a dressing room that was just to the left of the man sitting in the chair. Since the door opened to the left if it did happen to open he would have a clear view of me inside. I pulled the door closed as I entered the fitting room but did not latch it. It did stay closed while I took off my pants and unbuttoned my top. I was facing the door when I went to pull my top off and my elbow hit the door. That was enough to cause the door to swing open which gave the man an unobstructed view of me fully exposed. I could see he was enjoying the view but I am sure he was afraid his girlfriend may step out at anytime and see him looking at me. I mouthed the word sorry as I reached out and pulled the door closed again not latching it. I turned around so I could get the dress and when I bent over my butt his the door and there I was naked in front of him again. This time giving him a rear view. I half heartedly tried to cover up as I turned around to close the door again. Soon after the man's girlfriend came out an they left. I found I liked one of the dresses and had Ed come to the door and I handed him the others. He put them back on the rack and said he saw another one I may like. I asked him to bring it to me but he told me come out and get it. I said I was still naked and he told me to just come and get it. I opened the door and walked the 10 or 15 feet out to Ed. I was hoping someone was watching on the security camera. I took the dress and tried it on. I finally decided to take both dresses and that we could do some more shopping another day. I put my top back on once again leaving the top and bottom buttons open and pulled my sweatpants back on. When I got to the register I went to place the dresses on the counter and down fall the pants. Since I was standing a little away from the counter the girl got a good look at me naked from the waist down. She blushed as I apologized and pulled my pants back up. As we walked through the mall making our way back towards the parking deck I could feel the pants dropping a little more. Ed told me not to touch them and I agreed. I am not sure if I am happy or not but they did manage to barely hang on all the way to the entrance to the parking deck. Now we were parked way on the other side of the deck and I noticed Ed has began walking a little faster. I tried to speed up but as soon as I did, down came the pants nearly making me trip and fall. I stopped and pulled them up again and moments later they were down again. This time in front of a couple of college guys that were walking toward us. I cursed a bit and pulled them back up as the guys stopped to watch. We started walking again and I looked back and saw the guys were still standing there still just a few feet away watching me. I had only taken a few more steps when the pants fell again. I heard one of them say "nice ass" as I stood there with my pants around my ankles. Ed was just a step or two ahead of me and he saw the smile on my face. I dropped the bag holding my new outfits on the ground as I cursed my damn pants. I kicked of my flip flops, pulled on foot and then the other out of the pants, picked up my bag and began once again walking back to the car which was maybe 30 feet away leaving my sweatpants and flip flops behind. I could feel the eyes of the guys watching me as I walked bottomless and barefoot back to the car. I stayed that way all the way back and into my house. Once inside I took off my top, made us some drinks and then tried on each of the new dresses I had bought. To be continued. Love and Happy Holidays to all Nikki Preparing For Love Last week, I decided it was time for an elaborate seduction plan for my wife. Between a real upswing in her work travel over the past month, and my own short vacation a few weeks ago, we had only managed to find about three opportunities for sex in 30 days. That's not enough for me, and so I was pretty horny. Plus, while pleasant, none of those encounters had been especially adventuresome or "story material" and I like getting a bit wild. So since she was out of town from Thursday morning until late Friday night, I decided to prepare a major seduction for Saturday night. Knowing Kelly, I realized the most important thing was that I make my preparations as transparent as possible. She usually ends up getting fully into it once we get going, but where I like the mental stimulation involved in a fantasy seduction, she is much more spontaneous and resists obvious manipulation. So for my plans to work out the way I wanted, I knew they had to seem natural and my execution must be smooth. I settled on a relatively simple plan for a great dinner and a romantic setup for later. Since Kelly was out of town, I was able to start my preparations early. I strategically placed candles around the bedroom, as well as incense. I also placed our favorite dildos and lubricant in a towel lined shoebox under my side of the bed. Often, pausing in the middle of whatever we're doing to go to the "toy drawer" which is unfortunately on the other side of the bedroom can be kind of a mood-killer, but I wanted them handy for this encounter. (I think I'm going to keep them there, it worked great!!). I also set up a romantic playlist of MP3's, and found what I hoped would be a good romantic/erotic movie to watch. On Saturday, I was especially careful to make sure she had a great, relaxing day. In fact, we went shopping and she bought two pairs of shoes - that always puts her in a good mood. I made sure she knew I had plans for romancing her that evening, but she didn't know what exactly. However, after a hard day of shopping, I started preparing dinner while she took a nap. The meal was a shrimp primavera alfredo from scratch, with a nice salad and rosemary potatoes. I had also gotten a better than average Syrah to accompany the meal and get her loosened up a bit. Fortunately, my recipe-less dinner turned out fabulously and Kelly loved it. I've always known that the shortest distance to her heart was lined with seafood, and this was no exception. She was definitely receptive by the time we finished dinner and had a couple glasses of wine. We relaxed for an hour or so to let the food settle, then had a nice dessert splitting a slice of cheesecake. Then we retired to the bedroom to watch our movie on the VCR. Unfortunately, the movie wasn't as good as I had hoped, which threatened to derail my plans as it was annoying Kelly. About an hour in, I decided to switch gears. I got that dumb movie out in a hurry (thanks for the bad review, Ebert!) and switched in a porno that Kelly hadn't seen yet. I had taken advantage of discount night at our local video store recently, another time that Kelly was traveling, and dubbed the best scenes from a couple new movies. These were from "Balls Deep 3" with Lexington Steele, who is rapidly becoming her favorite porn star because of his 13" cock. As I had hoped, her mood shifted quickly back to the amorous. I slid my hand under the short mesh nighty she had donned to part her thighs. Then I began lightly stroking her pussy with my whole hand. I avoided diving into her clit or penetration, instead simply warming her up with a few minutes of light stroking. I sensed when her arousal began to kick in as she lightly began humping her hips up towards me in an effort to generate firmer contact. She reached over with her right hand and began to stroke my cock under the sheets. We continued masturbating each other for several minutes, watching Lex fuck the brains out of a black and a white woman on the screen. Finally, when I felt Kelly's wetness beginning to surface and dampen her outer lips from my soft caresses, I reached down to the toy box I had stashed and pulled out a vibrator. I switched it on and pressed it against Kelly's slit. She moaned a soft approval and spread her legs farther, while accelerating her jacking of my cock. I ran the vibe at a medium speed and rubbed it slowly up and down the crease of her vagina lengthwise. Occasionally I would angle my wrist to press it firmly against her opening, threatening to penetrate her with it but never making good on the promise. I began to smell her hot womanly scent wafting out of her damp crotch. Then Kelly and I began a game of upping the ante. First, she swiveled around so that she was lying next to me with her head near my cock. She began sucking me into her mouth and licking the base of my shaft, soaking me with her saliva. By the obvious way she kept her legs spread widely, she made it clear that she wanted me to continue playing with her cunt. So I reached down to the toy box and once again withdrew a toy, this time a much larger vibrating dildo. I lubed it thoroughly with liquid KY and turned it on. This time I went directly for her clit with the vibrator. I pressed in into her exposed, swollen pink bud and felt her body shudder with pleasure. She translated that into a deep sucking of my cock. I'm convinced now that Kelly has been trying to make her already good blowjobs even better, and I think she is trying to learn to deep throat me. Tonight was the best she had given me lately, and for the past two months they have gotten much better. As she increased the intensity of her sucking, I began slowly pushing the dildo up inside of her. This dildo is just a bit less than 2" thick, and I have learned by experience that I have to go very slowly in order to avoid hurting her. But once she is turned on enough, she loves having that much "cock" inside her. Gradually, we each increased our intensity until her head and hand were eagerly bobbing on my throbbing shaft while I fucked her with the full length of the dildo. I've eagerly taken advantage of opportunities to dildo-fuck her while she blows me in order to condition her to the pleasure of feeling two dicks at one time. Perhaps in the future this will lead to her wanting threesomes, which would be hot as hell. At any rate, Kelly looked up at me at one point and said, "I love this!" It is very unusual for her to say what specifically turns her on, especially when it is on the wilder side, so I was quite pleased. Then Kelly raised the ante again, reach over to her bedside table to light a cigarette. She pointed looked me in the eye as she inhaled a long drag, then leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth before exhaling. It took all of my willpower to keep from coming right then, and she mentioned afterwards that she was impressed. As she began smoking and sucking my cock, I must have slowed down on my dildo fucking and felt her hip bucking down to force it in and out of her. I wedged the base of it against the mattress and watched her angle her hips so she could fuck it herself, then slipped my fingers onto her clit and began diddling her. We continued this was for a couple of minutes, but it was rapidly obvious that we would both come quickly if we kept on, and we both wanted sex. Kelly had me slide down a bit and turned to straddle me. I felt her highly aroused cunt clench my dick as she sat down on it and enveloped me to the hilt. She sat up high so that I could watch her smoke while we fucked, then leaned forward and began kissing me wetly. Her hot, smoky tongue dove into my mouth and licked all around my lips. I could feel her wetness leaking down my ass as we fucked and shared some of the deepest french kisses that we have enjoyed in months. The taste of her mouth was exquisite, as was the stimulation coming from her snatch sliding over my prick. It was an incredibly hot fuck and we were both climbing towards the peak of our orgasms rapidly. Finally, I upped the ante one last time. When Kelly had mounted me, we had just left the vibrating dildo on the bed next to me, still running. I felt around and found it, and stretched my arm around her ass, pressing it firmly against the base of her pussy. Her cries grew to nearly scream level as the intense vibration heightened her passion. I quickly found that by pressing the dildo hard against my cock, my own dick began transmitting the vibration up her love canal. Not only did it feel amazing to me, but also my dick was working as a human vibrator inside my wife! Plus, the firm pressure of the dildo against her cunt hinted at the wild possibility of it slipping inside her alongside my cock. In reality, the dildo and my cock are much too big in combination to have done that, but the feeling had her going wild. We both began moaning loudly into one another's mouths as we kissed fiercely, fucking with wild abandon. Unplanned, our orgasms arrived at the same time, which rarely happens in the real world. But our arousal spurred each other on and as I began spurting my sticky load of come inside Kelly, her vagina clamped onto my dick in the release of her pent up excitement. We kissed through the entire orgasm, sucking each other's tongues and generally acting like teens making out. It was truly a plan come together and a wonderful time. Preparing for My Lover I believe every woman should take the time to make her man feel like he is the man of her dreams, her fantasies, her hero. Preparing herself with loving attention and care in anticipation of the devotion she hopes he will shower upon her will only serve to enhance a wonderful enchanted evening. This story is dedicated to every young man who desires to awaken long-restrained passions in an older woman, to allow her to once again enjoy being a woman, generously showering her with loving attention, desire, romance and passion that she believes were long departed...to prince charming. As I think of my beloved and long for his passionate kiss, his warm embrace, his tender caress, the sound of his voice, I tremble with desire and the smoldering embers of passion in my soul urge me to ready myself for our anticipated contact. He lingers in my thoughts always, stirring the coals of excitement within my soul - the heat growing with hope of any communication. Wanting to please and delight him as much as he does me, I begin my routine of preparation for my passionate and generously attentive lover. First brushing my teeth, my tongue slides across their pearly white smoothness, wondering what pathways my playful tongue and soft, moist lips may delightfully follow during our upcoming encounter. As I undress slowly, I consider what lingerie I should choose to wear this evening to match my mood and desire. I search through assorted selections in pastel colors with touches of lace, revealing my nurturing, passive, romantic, and sensual nature. Or perhaps tonight's preference may be a bright, energetic, ruffled, flirty and teasing, playful piece. Maybe a bold-colored skimpy number that's barely there will allow me to be seductive, tempting and more aggressively offer pleasure to my love. Black or rich, deep hues may reveal my mysteriously intense passion or perhaps I may choose to be pure, sincere and demurely innocent, wearing entirely white. But maybe for tonight, I'll simply slide a silky robe over my smooth, naked body to show my lover how ready and eager I am for his fervent lovemaking, to unite our bodies in uninhibited passion. After lighting a few candles and running a warm bubble bath, I dip my toes slowly into the scented bubbles and gently ease my body into the tepid water. As the warmth of the water envelops me in comfort, I dream of the cozy aftermath of our shared affection, while the fragrant aroma of the bubble bath elevates my senses to a mood of exhilaration. I wash my hair, enjoying its wetness against my neck and back, as massaging fingers work shampoo into my scalp. Generously lathering every part of my body with a bath sponge, I relax in the luxurious bath, soaking away all the stressors of the day, revitalizing my body with newfound energy for my love. My fingers caress my body lightly, my thighs, my abdomen - straying briefly as his fingers would to tease my senses. I stand and turn on the shower, allowing cool water to run over my body, rinsing away all distractions from my mind – my focus on preparing for pleasure as my nipples become taut with the cooling temperature, my body glistening with beads of clear water. Stepping gracefully out of the tub, I wrap myself in a soft velour towel and gently pat my body dry, again dreaming of his meandering touch. Sitting naked on my freshly changed bed, I run my fingers along the crisp sheets – or satiny sheets if they have been pre-selected instead – feeling their cold emptiness, anticipating the warmth they will soon absorb from our passionately entwined bodies. I choose a favorite body lotion, also to match my mood and desire - maybe a floral scent, a perfumed variety, or a simple unscented moisturizer. Wanting to be silky soft from head to toe, I begin applying lotion first to my left shoulder, sliding my hand slowly down the length of my arm, closing my eyes as I imagine my lover's gentle strokes. Massaging each finger and my entire arm, I switch to the right side and repeat the same technique. Next, I apply the lotion to my left foot, carefully and tenderly giving it the loving attention I know he would offer, massaging it tenderly, rubbing gently along the sole and between each toe, along the top of my foot. Then sliding up my supple calf, I massage it and enjoy the instantly softening effect of the slick lotion. I follow by repeating this with my right foot and lower leg, longing for my sweet lover's caress. Massaging and kneading my knees and thighs, I close my eyes in exhilarating anticipation of my lover's tender touch. Splaying my hands around each thigh, I rub gently upward, warming to the thought of his touch. I am careful not to miss a single area so that my lover will relish in the silky smoothness of every stroke when his fingers, his cheeks, his thighs rub insistently but gently against mine. As I complete the application of lotion on my thighs, I feel the warmth of anticipation and desire growing between them. Ever so briefly, I tentatively caress the steaming moistness with a single finger, tilting back my head with closed eyes, savoring thoughts of my lover fueling the fires of my passion with his words, his kisses and his caresses. Moaning softly, I retrieve the lotion to fill my palms, placing them over my pelvis, running them upward over my abdomen, between my breasts and around their fullness, down my sides to my hips, every inch of my body feeling alive and eagerly awaiting my lover's attention. Circling over my belly, along my sides and up to my breasts, every nerve is stimulated and yearning. Cupping my creamy breasts tenderly in my hands as I know he will, I massage the lotion in, fingering my nipples and rolling them between thumb and forefinger until stiff pink peaks reveal my mounting, yet unfulfilled desire. Working each hand up to massage my neck before returning to its wanton breast, my head rolls back in ecstasy. Again filling each palm with lotion, I allow my hands to run a path to the curve of my hip, over my buttocks, massaging in circular motion, allowing a middle finger to slide from behind my inner thigh outward through the slight crease at the base of each buttock, around to the front, now discovering a hot wetness between my thighs, like molten lava awaiting eruption of a volcano of long-restrained passion. A deep breath becomes necessary to continue my preparation. Doing my best to reach my lower back and around my shoulders, I wish my lover were here to help me complete my task, knowing he would willingly and expertly satisfy all of my needs. A final long stroke ending with my hands cupping breasts that ache for my lover's attention, then my arms gliding across each other over my chest in anticipation of his strong and loving embrace. Perching on the bench to my vanity table, allowing my nude, silky skin to dry while I look in the mirror and carefully brush out my hair. Running the brush repeatedly through its wavy lengths, I tilt back my head, enjoying its thick ash blonde softness falling against my back and shoulders, knowing my lover will be able to freely run his fingers through my hair without becoming entangled until the labors of our passions tousle it once again. I choose a slick tinted lip-balm to moisten my lips for his first passionate kiss and then select a favorite perfume or body spray to complement my mood and fragrances already used and spray it lightly in all the right areas to entice my lover's senses: the nape of my neck, the base of my back, the rise of my breasts, the curve of my thighs, and my inner wrists. Or perhaps I may choose, freshly showered, to apply no scent so that we may share in raw, unconcealed passion, enjoying the natural oneness and scent of our union. I dress carefully in my pre-selected lingerie, checking in the mirror to ensure all straps and ribbons are straight, assuring myself that I will please my man, knowing he deserves the best I can offer him. Looking into my wide blue eyes, becoming dusky with desire, I long to gaze into the depths of his. Sighing, I am ready for him, excited and eager, my body trembling with desire. Despite the warmth spreading through me from anticipation of our approaching exchange, I quickly wrap a robe around me, knowing that the wait may become chilly. As it falls against my shoulders, I wistfully long for his arms to be wrapping around me warmly, holding me close, his hands fondling my smooth skin. Sliding my feet into cozy slippers, I light candles throughout the room. Pouring a glass of wine, I await my lover's arrival, knowing our union will prove to be completely sensual, romantic, pleasurable, and satisfying, for my lover has touched my soul and resides in my heart. Preparing for the Draft -Youth Football- It seems like such a long time ago that my son Chad was in youth football, asking me after every game why Tony always got to be quarterback. I kept being positive and told Chad that if he practiced real hard the coach would give him a chance someday. However, even my twelve year old son probably suspected that as long as Tony was the coach's son, Tony would always be the quarterback. Chad's thirty four year old mother—that's me—had other plans. As a divorced, single Mom, I knew how to stand up for myself and my son. The other parents saw me as a generally reserved, introverted woman who never missed her turn to provide snacks. I'm sure most of the fathers assumed, from my quiet behavior on the sidelines, that I just didn't care. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. As the season progressed, I got more and more perturbed with Tony's father, a bulky, arrogant loudmouth named Mike. Since he was destined to never coach the Packers, he took it out on every youth football team he was ever associated with. The only player exempt from ridicule was Tony, of course. I have to admit that sitting back and watching some of the fathers nearly come to blows with Mike was truly entertaining. But it wasn't worth the torment he put the kids through and as I watched Chad get more and more disinterested in a game he really loved, I decided to act. I didn't have a great knowledge of football. I didn't think I had the most talented son. But I had a weapon. I was a very attractive, young, blonde woman. I had something all those irate fathers didn't have. I had a figure to die for, a face made for TV news, and a desire for my son to get a shot at being quarterback. Mike had shown an interest in me from the first day of practice. At least, he did when his wife wasn't around. I only talked to him a couple of times, and never for very long, so I'm sure it pleased him to no end when I stayed late after practice one morning and approached Mike when all the other parents and kids had left. Chad and Tony were out on the field playing together. "Hi, Mike," I said. "Do you have a moment?" "Of course, Mrs. Dunn." "Please call me Charlotte." "OK," Mike said with a sordid grin. "What's up?" "I know you must get asked this a lot. But I wanted to know, from you, what your plans were for letting the kids play other positions during the season," I said with as innocent a voice as I could muster. I'm used to not always having a man's full attention when I begin talking to them. I gave Mike's eyes an opportunity to come back up to my face about the same time he was beginning to formulate a response to my question. "Well, Charlotte. Every kid on my team always has a chance to play any position he wants...as long as he can prove to me he can do it," Mike said. "Even quarterback?" "Well, now," he stammered before coughing and pausing to collect a thought. "Quarterback's a difficult position, Charlotte. You see, a quarterback has to be able to call the plays, run, pass...and it's dangerous. He's liable to get...." "Who else have you let practice at quarterback besides Tony?" I interrupted. "Well, uh, nobody. Because, you see, Tony was quarterback last year and, um, he's the best at that position we've got." "How do you know that?" It was warm out, but most of the sweat forming on Mike's forehead wasn't from the heat alone. I didn't give him a chance to come up with another lame reply. "Mike, I have a suggestion for you," I said. I waited for him to acknowledge me. "Yes?" "I suggest you let Chad play quarterback in one practice and then one half of the game after that," I said. He had the look of somebody who had just been told he had a terminal illness. "Well, Charlotte. You see, I don't know if just one practice will be enough for Chad to get the plays down in order to...." "You don't think he's smart enough, Mike?" "No. No. It's not that. It's just, well, you know...." "OK, Mike," I said calmly. "Here's the deal. Can you have Brenda take Tony home with her after practice next week? Tell her you have an errand to do afterwards. Anything. Make something up." "Um, yeah. Sure. I can do that." "Good. Let Chad be quarterback. Then we'll talk again after practice. Just you and me. In private." I was leaning forward, nearly whispering. The park where the kids practiced was very isolated and surrounded by woods, especially the parking lot. I knew what I had planned for us, even if the not-too-bright Mike was slow in comprehending. Then I'm pretty sure I saw the bulb light up behind Mike's eyes. "Yeah. OK, Charlotte. I can do that," he said with a nervous smirk. "We'll talk about it." I smiled, winked, and called for Chad. It wasn't uncommon for Chad to spend time at a friend's house on a Saturday. One set of parents, in particular, were really good at agreeing to have him over to keep their only son occupied for a few hours. That boy was on Chad's football team and the parents gladly accepted my offer on Wednesday to have Chad leave practice with them on Saturday. The last obstacle was out of the way. Luckily, Saturday morning was even warmer than the week before because I chose to wear my tightest tank top and a skirt I never would have worn before my divorce. I set up my lawn chair and sat back to watch Chad's first day at quarterback. I wasn't sure who was happier: Chad at quarterback or Mike when I again and again timed the crossing and uncrossing of my legs to his looking over at the sideline. Chad did great. I was actually pleasantly surprised at his skill and several parents praised him during time outs. Only two people asked me, both in jest, how I managed to get Mike to agree to let Chad play instead of Tony. I just smiled and shrugged. Finally, the practice was over and parents and kids slowly packed up and left. I told Chad how proud I was of him and told him to have a good time at Billy's. I watched him leave and then lingered while the last set of parents left and just Mike and I were left at the field. "Can I carry that chair for you, Charlotte?" Mike asked. "Sure. Thanks." We walked together to the parking lot and we put the folding chair in my trunk. Mike put the team's equipment in his own car. "Get in," I told Mike, holding the passenger door of my car open. "I want to talk to you." As he climbed in, I walked around to the driver's side. Between my tank top and my skirt, he seemed totally lost on what to watch as I got in. He attempted both while I settled into the seat and turned on the engine to get some cool air flowing. I looked over at him. "Thanks for letting Chad play. He seemed really happy," I said with a grin. "He did great, Charlotte. I mean, really good." He seemed sincere. But it didn't matter at that point. "Will you let him play in the game coming up?" Mike nodded. "Of course. It will be good to let Tony play somewhere else where he can help the team and...." As Mike spoke, I leaned over the center console, put my hand on the side of Mike's face, and pulled it towards me. I put my lips on his. It was a short, innocent kiss. "And after that?" I asked. "Well, um, we'll have to see how he does now, won't we? And maybe...." I took one of his hands and pulled it by the wrist up to my chest. I placed it on the side of my breast, on the edge of my tank top. At the same time, I started another kiss. This one was much longer; much more intense. About the time our tongues met, Mike's hand began massaging my tit. When he hit my nipple, I moaned. He slid fingers inside the front of my top and onto my other tit. I slid a hand onto his crotch, easily finding a cock that seemed to be getting harder by the second. For a couple of minutes I stroked him through his pants and he groped my tits while we kissed. "And after that?" I asked again. "I don't have a problem with it." I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down the zipper. I let my hand glide over his underwear, pressing harder and harder on his erection. My head slid down his body and Mike leaned back. I stopped at his sizable stomach and reached inside his underwear to wrap my fingers around his now raging hard on. I could feel the blood surging through his cock while I used the other hand to pull down his underwear. The head was huge and bright pink. I leaned down a little more and kissed the very tip. Mike muttered 'Oh yes' and I licked the head of his cock very lightly. I slid my hand down to his balls and let my tongue and lips do the work on his cock. At first, I only skimmed my tongue up and down the shaft, teasing him with my lips but never taking him into my mouth. Mike's left hand reached out for my ass, landing on the edge of my skirt and quickly finding the bare skin of my thigh. He fumbled about until getting his fingers onto my tiny silk panties, pushing them aside to grasp my cheek. Before I finished him off, I wanted to get a final assurance. "So Chad can be the quarterback for the remainder of the season?" My tongue was stabbing at the underside of the tip of his cock and Mike's lower body was quivering. "Yes. Yes." With that, I took the entire length of his cock in my mouth and clamped my lips down on it. I instantly began to bob my head up and down, applying as much pressure as I could with my tongue and mouth. I could already taste Mike's precum and thought to myself, 'This won't take long.' His hand was inside my panties, rubbing my pussy and clit the best he could, never knowing that I could care less if he made me cum. In fact, I knew he wouldn't. This was all about him and Chad. His groans grew louder and more frequent. He was driving his cock up into my mouth faster and faster. Mike's hand began to lose some interest in my pussy the closer he came to an orgasm, although he did manage to stick a finger inside my wet pussy. Whatever. He was about to cum. "Yes, Charlotte. Yes! Almost...there," he moaned. I was like a machine, intent on sucking every drop out of him. "Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck! Yes! Yes!" His ass rose from the seat; he thrust his cock deeper; and, he cried out one last time. "Now!" The first shot of cum hit the back of my throat, and I had to swallow fast to accept a long series of spurts. A few drops escaped onto the sides of my mouth, but I never took my lips from him and I did, indeed, suck him dry. With his hand removed from my ass, I scooted back into the driver's seat and smiled. "I think we have a deal, Mike." -High School- Chad's progress over the next five years was remarkable, once he was given the opportunity. Also, he sprouted up to six feet, two inches tall and was at one hundred eighty five pounds the summer before his junior year in high school. His dedication in the weight room and overall fitness certainly caught the eyes of the coaching staff. It was around this time that friends began to talk to me about the possibility of Chad getting an athletic scholarship to college. I was still single and planned on staying that way for a while, so any help I could get in paying his way through college would be much appreciated. But what were the chances of a back-up high school quarterback being recruited by any big schools? Chad's coach, John, was a guy I'd known for more than ten years. He and I first met as volunteers for a local charity. We were about the same age and seemed to have similar interests, but we were both married at the time and the friendship never became more than that. It could have been more: I always thought John was very good looking and had a great body. Unfortunately, his wife was a babe and I probably wouldn't have had a shot anyway. Besides, my TV news career was blossoming and it was not easy for me to discreetly see anybody, in public or otherwise. So, when Chad came home from the first summer football practice and told me it looked like he might have to change to wide receiver to get a starting job, my thoughts turned to John and whether or not our previous friendship might still be beneficial. I decided to pay him a visit. I guess I'm a little more finicky than most women when it comes to what I wear because of my TV job. I always want to look nice, but I've never had a great need to 'stand out' in the crowd. I'm fine with who I am and how I look. But my mission to see John required extra thought in how to dress. I wasn't about to walk into his office, located next to the school's gym, in a fancy dress. Even a summer dress might be a little much. So I went with a casual theme: jogging shorts that I almost never wore, but did a nice job of accentuating my butt, and a V-neck t-shirt that, without a bra, was almost cruel and unusual punishment to a man. There was also a chance John wouldn't be there and in case I ran into anybody else, I didn't want to look too out of place. The parking lot only had two other cars besides my own when I arrived, and I prayed one was John's. I was very familiar with the school layout, both from my reporting job and because of Chad. I walked around to the gym entrance and pulled on the door, half expecting it to be locked. It opened and I quietly entered, holding the door until it closed so as to limit the noise. I wore sandals and crept softly down the long hallway without hearing any other sound. I rounded the corner and saw John's office. The door was open and a light was on. My heart raced faster. I remembered that John's office connected to the locker room, so I half expected him not to be there. I peeked around the corner and was delighted to see him leaning back in his chair watching a video of practice. "Hi, John," I said. He jumped a little at the sound of my voice, then quickly gathered himself and said, "Oh. Hi, Charlotte." John stopped the video and laid a remote control on his desk, lurching forward in his chair. "If this is a bad time...," I began to say. "No. No. Not at all. C'mon in," he replied. "Have a seat." I moved to an old, decrepit office chair in the corner of his small space and sat down. "I hope I'm not interrupting you." He shook his head. "Of course not. It's always great to see you...now that you're a big star." I blushed. "Hardly. This market's not big enough to make anybody a star." "So when ARE you moving to New York?" "Not in this lifetime," I said dryly. "No desire to, anyway. I'm fine here." It had been since last football season that I'd been this close to John and, if anything, he was even better looking with each year. I was sure I hadn't aged as well, even when I had makeup on. So my original intent of working on Chad's behalf was turning into nearly as much a personal objective. Just how far would John let it go? "So what can I do for you?" His question brought me back to reality. "Oh, well. I guess, John, I wanted to talk to you about Chad." "Great kid," John exclaimed. "He's got a lot of talent, too." "That's part of why I'm here," I said, fidgeting in my chair. "I wondered if you had a definite plan on how you were going to use him." I saw John's expression change to one of disappointment. At least, that's how I interpreted it. So I quickly added, "If that's something you prefer not to discuss with a parent, I completely understand." He smiled. "Charlotte, I prefer not to discuss it with MOST fathers. They have unrealistic expectations based on what they perceive to be incredible talents in their sons...which the kids never have." I nodded. "For some reason, I suspect you don't fall into that category," he said. "Yeah. I'm not a father." He laughed so loud I knew whoever else was in the school heard him. "Oh, trust me. I know that." I forgave the quick scan of my body he gave after that remark. "He's concerned he'll have to play wide receiver," I said. "What do you think?" John leaned forward and put his elbows on his desk. "He'd make a good one." "He really wants to play quarterback." John stared across the desk at me, beginning to understand he was now in negotiations. "He's a junior, Charlotte. I have an experienced senior at quarterback right now." "Chad's better." John chuckled, and then stifled it in deference to me. "He's an excellent back-up to have. Next year he'll probably start," John said. "If he started this year, think how much better he'd be next year." John grinned and leaned back, putting both hands behind his head. My pulse was off the chart from the excitement of the debate and the sight of this beautiful man. Neither of us looked away from the other during a long pause. "You make a strong case, Charlotte. Way better than most dads." I smiled. "I can make a case no dad could ever make, John." This time I was the one leaning forward. "What's that?" he asked. I stood up and walked over to the door leading to the locker room. I locked it. The blinds were already pulled completely shut. I walked around and closed the other door, also locking it. John followed every move I made. I went straight to his chair, straddled John's legs, and sat down on his knees. He adjusted how he sat to comfortably steady both of us. "No dad can offer this," I said. "Touch me, John." I grinned when he placed his hands on my bare legs and only slightly ran his fingers over my skin. "No, John. Touch me." His hands moved higher, barely under my shorts. I looked down with approval and then back to his face. I felt his fingers going higher, farther inside my shorts. Then they began to slide down to the inside of my thighs. I wasn't going to move until he hit something good. Finally, the edges of my panties were lifted and he was inches away from my throbbing pussy. I tilted forward and kissed him. His hands stopped during the kiss and resumed immediately afterward. He had to be feeling the heat by now. That's when I leaned my chest toward his face, allowing the opening in the t-shirt to linger just in front of his mouth. I felt a single finger reach the edge of my pussy. I used one hand to pull the shirt aside and expose nearly my entire right breast. John put his lips on it and kissed it, followed by a delicate swipe of his tongue across the skin. "Put your hands on them, John. Inside my shirt." If he was disappointed in moving his hands from inside my shorts, he didn't show it. They calmly rose up my body until they barely touched the undersides of my tits. John looked at me and then covered both tits with his palms. "Squeeze them, please. Play with the nipples until they're hard." He obeyed perfectly. During the entire process I never once touched his cock. I had a plan and he was allowing me to follow it. Soon, he was massaging and kneading my tits roughly as I moaned with delight. He knew exactly how to pull and roll my nipples for maximum effect. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second. He never said a word as I leisurely pulled the t-shirt over my head and laid it on the desk. I never had to tell him to put the tits in his mouth. He sucked on them for several minutes while we sat in silence, except for my sighs and occasional urgings for more. When his hands weren't pushing my tits up, they were inside my shorts on my ass. I moved wherever and whenever I needed to to give him access. When I thought he was almost ready to rip my shorts off, I made my final move. I finally reached down to his crotch and took his huge cock in my hand, easily finding it through his shorts. I pulled on it a few times while he frantically sucked on my tits. "Let Chad play quarterback," I said between moans. I wasn't sure he would answer me. At last he said, 'First game,' and returned to my tits. "Then we'll renegotiate?" I gasped. "That's fair." Neither of us came in John's office. Well, I'm not sure what he did after I left. I can only say with certainty that I was in my garage before I let myself cum an embarrassing number of times with a flurry of strokes inside my shorts. Preparing for the Draft You should have heard the buzz in the crowd at that first football game when Chad started at quarterback and the expected starter was at receiver. I stood by myself as much as possible along the fence at one end of the field, only talking to the few people that recognized me and graciously offered congratulations and good luck. Chad played very well and, against a weak nonconference team, won easily. But his talent was unmistakable. Yes, I understood John's reasoning for wanting to make the safe bet and play the kid he knew was good. But Chad had surprised a lot of people in his life and this was just another example. At the end of the game, I moved around to the gate where Chad's team left the field. I smiled at him as he passed by and I waited for John. Amid the clamor and crowd John managed to look over and I read his lips to say 'Call me. Let's talk.' I nodded and went home with mixed feelings of relief, anxiety, anticipation and, well, a little craving. The stakes were about to get much higher. I called John's school office the entire next day until I finally reached him in late afternoon. "Good game, coach," I said when he picked up, hoping he'd know the voice. After a short pause, he said, "Thanks. Chad was great." "I tried to tell you, John." "You did." He paused again. "Um, you managed to convince me." "So now you have a decision to make for the rest of the season," I said. "I do." "There can't be much doubt in your mind who the quarterback is." He replied, "I would like to eliminate all doubt for sure." "You don't have much time," I told him. "I know. Come to my office Sunday night at ten. I watch game videos then. I'm the only one in the school." I smiled to myself. "I'll be there." So there was going to be at least one more meeting with the coach. I thought, but wasn't positive, that it would be the last. John wasn't going to unnecessarily risk what he had at home and in his job. He had another perfectly good quarterback and he knew that I knew that. This was his one shot for the 'hail Mary.' And I was willing to play along. Sunday seemed to drag on forever. I got more anxious by the hour but never had any thoughts of not going. This time I felt the situation was a little more out of my control and it bothered me. Maybe that added to my excitement as I drove the short distance to the school that night after telling Chad I was going out. As promised, there was only one car in the parking lot. The area around the school was eerily quiet and dark. I took the same route as the first time and found myself inside the hallway, my mind spinning with thoughts. It was cool and I wished I had worn more than an old pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt. John's door was cracked open and a sliver of light came out across the hall. I knocked and opened the door at the same time. John flicked off the video immediately and smiled. I closed the door and pushed in the lock. "I wasn't sure you'd come," he said. I looked surprised, somewhat in jest. "I keep my word, John." He stood up and sat on the edge of the desk. "Then negotiations are open?" "They are. In good faith." "You left me a little...um...unfulfilled last time, Charlotte." "But we were only discussing one game, remember?" I reminded him. "And now you want him to play all year," John said. "I think that requires a substantially larger contribution on your part to convince me." It was obvious John was prepared to make the demands. I was at his mercy and somewhat loving it. "Name the price," I stated. With a genuinely serious look on his face, he signaled for me to follow and said, "This way." We passed through the door to the locker room, down a short hallway, and then turned into the cavernous locker area itself, with row after row of identical lockers and wooden benches. Our footsteps echoed around us as John led me on. We made one last turn at the end of an aisle and approached the showers. John pointed to the side and said, "Grab a towel." From a bin of neatly folded, white towels, I took the top one. My heart pounded. He escorted me into the tiled dressing area outside the showers and flicked on a light. A series of sinks were on one wall and towel racks and clothes hooks were on the other with an entrance to the actual showers off to the side. "Hang up the towel," he said. I turned to face him after that. "Get undressed, Charlotte." I knew it was coming and I showed no signs of disobedience or distaste. I'm sure he noticed me take a single, deep breath before slipping off my shoes. Then I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulled it off, and put it on a hook. I slid off my shorts. I had chosen to wear a bra this time and was somewhat glad I did to give me at least a few more seconds to capture my composure. I paused before reaching back for the clasp. John watched everything with apparent indifference, but the first sign of an erection gave him away. I slipped off the bra and hung it up. A few seconds later I was naked. "Turn around." I was a nervous wreck and nearly had to reach out for the wall to steady myself. I let him have his look, then completed my pivot and faced him again. "Very nice, Charlotte. Now me." I stepped forward. Oh, how I desperately wanted him to NOT see my hands shaking when I undressed him. And by the time I was pulling down his boxer shorts and revealing his ever-hardening cock, I was more than ready to hold onto something for support. So I got on my knees and ran both hands up and down his shaft. I caressed that gorgeous cock for almost a minute before swiping it with my tongue. I saw John's body shudder. I heard him take in a sudden breath. I slid my tongue up, down and around the cock, using my hands to cup his balls and, sometimes, hold his ass. "Take it, Charlotte. I want you to suck on it." If he had just waited.... I kissed the tip and pushed my lips down over it. In seemingly slow motion, I lowered my head until my lower lip hit his balls and I felt him at the back of my throat. Then I came back up. John put his hands on my head and I eagerly began a quicker, harder blowjob. He was big; much bigger than that prick Mike. My pussy ached in expectation, although I didn't know for sure what John had in mind. I didn't have to wait long to find out. "Stand up, Charlotte," he soon said. "It's time for talks to get serious. Get in the showers." I moved into the large room containing the twenty or so shower heads. John was right behind with his hard on still pointing at me. "Pick one and turn it on," he instructed. I skipped out from under the first outburst of cold water, then adjusted it the best I could and, when it was warm, moved under the shower. John stood aside and gazed at me while I pulled back my blonde hair and let the water soak me from head to foot. Only then did he move over and join me. Our bodies touched as he got used to the temperature. We were facing each other. Simultaneously, we came together and kissed while our arms wrapped each other up in a firm hug. The kiss at once turned passionate and the water pouring over our faces did little to discourage the seeking out of tongues. I pushed my body harder against John's and felt his cock between us. He pushed back, sliding it up and down my slick stomach with small thrusts. We began to explore each other with our hands, not missing an inch of wet, glistening skin. The kiss continued with both of us having to swallow an occasional mouthful of water in the process. John finally leaned back just enough to look down at my breasts. He ran his fingers over them and pinched the nipples while water cascaded down. He was gentle and slow, methodically cupping each one. Then he sucked on them and I had to moan with delight. I clutched his cock and easily stroked it with the help of the water. I honestly didn't know if I'd be able to accept it all should it come to that. And, God, did I hope it came to that. When John began to move around to my side, I let him go. A second later, he was behind me, putting his cock in the crack of my ass and letting it rest there. His hands were on my tits, kneading them and pressing them against my chest. I tilted my head back and let him have any part of me he wanted. Then his hands were sinking lower. Past my navel and onto my stomach. Then lower still. He kissed my neck and I wanted to cry out with pleasure. He touched me. A hand was on my pussy. Softly at first, but then with more pressure. He started low and worked up, allowing his fingers to follow the track leading to my clit. When he hit it I gasped audibly. "It's OK, Charlotte. Relax," he whispered to me. John rubbed my clit until my entire body trembled. He must have sensed it and moved his hand down once more. Then a finger was probing me and I found myself involuntarily fucking his hand. "So, we're talking about all season, right?" he said quietly. I nodded and mumbled, 'Yes.' "Are you sure you want that?" "Yes." "Is there anything else, Charlotte?" He was back on my clit and I thought I would climax at any second. "Yes." "What, Charlotte?" "I want you," I murmured. "Tell me." "I want you...to fuck me, John. Please." "Now?" "Yes. Please, now!" "Turn around." I faced the wall. "Put your hands on it." I did. "Spread your legs, Charlotte." I did. I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He took hold of my hips. Just as I was about to push back, he drove it into me. "Oh my God! Yes!" I cried. John nearly flattened me against the wall with the power of his thrusts, but he steadied me and never lost a beat as we fucked. His thick cock was magnificent, and the lubrication of the shower—plus my admittedly soaking wet pussy—erased any fear I had of taking him. Then he began a tour of my body with his hands. They clutched at my tits. They held my ass. They massaged my clit. "Harder, John," I begged him, and he complied. We fucked for several minutes, lost in the incredible sensations of the shower plus our own ministrations with our hands. Sometimes I would bend at the waist and change the angle. Sometimes we were flat against the wall. Always, John drove me closer and closer to an orgasm. "Cum for me, Charlotte." "Fuck me, John. I want to feel you cum inside me." One last stroke of my clit was all I needed. I squealed that I was cumming and John pounded me faster. I never came as hard the first time as I did in that shower. With his hands gripping my tits, I felt my body completely lose control. Deep inside me, jolt after jolt flowed through my pussy. I tightened my grip on his cock and then John came. "Fuck...yessssss!" he shouted. Each violent thrust poured another load of his cum inside me. About halfway through, I had another orgasm. If we never left that shower it would have been alright with me, and John seemed intent on having the longest orgasm I'd ever seen a man have. Eventually, we were both spent. We just leaned against the wall, John still inside me, gasping for air. In the end, we were facing each other, kissing under a torrent of water. -College Recruiters- John kept up his end of the bargain and by the end of the year, he had the All-District starting quarterback playing for him. Chad was so dedicated to adding muscle and keeping his body fat down that I hardly recognized him. His senior year had the prospect of being something very special. That's when he got the first recruitment letter from a college. I had to do everything I could to not let him agree to go to that school immediately. I persuaded him to understand there might be other good offers. And, God, were there ever. We had to quit answering the phone and just manage the messages the best we could at the end of each day. It was an exciting time. I knew nothing about college athletic recruiting. Nothing. In the end, that might have been a big advantage, because I didn't go into it with any preconceived ideas or expectations. I had a general conception that an athletic scholarship would pay a lot of Chad's costs in college. I had no idea the entire process was filled with corruption in one form or another. Chad ended up narrowing his choice down to three schools. I do have to admit, without naming names, that offers were made to us that I would consider questionable. Call them bribes if you wish. On his own, Chad further narrowed his choice to the one school he really wanted to attend. He was invited by that school to make an official visit, during which representatives escorted him around the campus, took him to one of their games, took him to parties and God knows what else. I say that because I also wanted to see the campus and it was proposed to me that I get my own tour. I've never asked him for all the details of his visit, but if it was at all like mine, it was a day he wouldn't soon forget. It was a cool, crisp, fall day. I wore a sweater and dress pants which were probably a little too formal for the occasion, but I had never done this before and simply wanted to look presentable. I was first met by a sweet, really cute girl named Kristin who walked me around the campus. We saw the Union, and a typical dorm and cafeteria, the library, and the building housing the department that Chad was thinking about majoring in. Later in the day, Kristin handed me off to Brian for the remainder of the day. Brian was one of the best looking young men I'd ever seen. He was tall, with perfectly styled blonde hair, and a body that made me sorry I had just turned forty, exactly twice Brian's age. He was on the baseball team. His job was to take me to dinner and then show me the apartments where an athlete on scholarship, like Chad, would live. The meal was so much fun. Brian was a natural conversationalist—unusual for that age—that wanted to go into Journalism and asked me everything I knew about the TV business. We could have talked all night, I think. But he insisted we get to the apartments and I agreed. We drove only a mile or so off campus before he pulled into the driveway of what, to me, looked like very nice condos. "Wow," I said as we got out. "These are very, very nice. Students live here?" He laughed a little and said, "Yep. Pretty much all athletes, although the one we're going to belongs to the football team's trainer. But they are all laid out the same inside, for the most part." Brian rang the doorbell one time and in a few seconds the door opened. As soon as Brian said 'trainer', I had a mental image of the man who would open the door and he was exactly what I expected: an exceedingly muscular young man of about thirty who was as attractive as Brian, but taller and bronzer with a better physique. "Hi. I'm Jason. You must be Charlotte. C'mon in." Brian led the way inside. A short entranceway opened up to a spacious, airy living area with plush couches and chairs. Above us, a railed loft offered much more living space. Down a hallway were doors to at least two bedrooms and a bathroom. The primary thing that caught my eye, however, was the fact the place was virtually spotless. This was NOT a typical college student's condo. "What would you like to drink? We have beer, wine, soda," Jason said as he walked into the immaculate kitchen. "Wine is fine if you have it," I replied. "OK. Got it." I sat in a recliner and Brian took the couch as I watched my host casually pour a large glass of white wine for me and get out two beers for himself and Brian. God, Jason was good-looking. If we'd been alone, I might have attacked him before he had a chance to hand me my drink. "So, tell me what the trainer of a major college football team does," I said to open the conversation. Jason described his job in sometimes far too complicated terms, but I listened and showed appropriate interest. He was an awfully self-assured man, bordering on brash, but I let him slide on looks alone. When it came time for a refill, Brian graciously offered to get it. Jason also got up and I watched him move behind my chair. I thought he was going to get something, but he stopped and I felt his hands lightly touch my shoulders. He began to squeeze them gently. "Let me give you a preview of the treatment Chad will get here," Jason said. "As a full scholarship athlete, it's in the school's best interest that he is in the best physical condition possible." There didn't seem to be much use in declining the offer. Besides, his expert hands were already loosening the taut muscles in my neck and shoulders. "Especially for a quarterback, the treatments I provide are essential," Jason boasted. "I wish now I'd grown up to be a quarterback," I said. Brian put my new glass of wine on a table next to me and he returned to the couch, watching us with a knowing grin on his face. My sweater and bra strap didn't seem to interfere with Jason very much, but he did ask me to lean forward a little at one point to concentrate on new muscles. I was approaching the point of doing almost anything he asked, which I'm sure now was his goal. "This treatment is done a lot right before the game and sometimes at halftime," Jason explained. "During the week a much more comprehensive program is offered. Would you like to have a sample of that?" Later, I would often wonder what would have happened if the first thought on my mind had come out of my mouth: 'No, thanks.' Would Chad's future, and thus mine, have been totally different if I hadn't accepted Jason's offer? We'll never know because I timidly answered, "Yes." "Grab your glass," Jason said. "And follow me." All three of us went up the stairs to the loft area, which had another level of bedrooms and a bath as well as a large open area with more couches and chairs. Jason led us down the hall and turned into what was probably meant as a bedroom, but a full-size massage table was set up with tables for supplies surrounding it. "The massages the athletes get here are specifically designed for their role on the team," Jason told me. "I'd be glad to give you a taste of what they are like, if you want." "Do you have female masseuses for the guys?" I asked playfully. "We do have female trainers. They don't routinely do massages on the guys," Jason answered. "At least not officially." I smiled. "OK. I'll leave this up to you, Charlotte," Jason said in a more serious tone. "I have a generic top you can change into in the bathroom that snaps in the back or you can keep your sweater on. It's your choice." I took a drink of my wine while I thought. I looked at both men and put my glass on a table, after which I kicked off my shoes. "Give me the top." Jason pulled the surgical green garment out of a drawer and told me where the bathroom was. I came back with it on and my sweater and bra in my hand, which Brian put on a chair for me. "I'm ready," I announced. "Good. Hop up on the table, on your stomach," Jason instructed. The table was unexpectedly comfortable with thick padding and a great headrest. I might have been worried about staying awake if I hadn't been so aroused from thinking about Jason having his hands on me. "First thing I do is apply jojoba oil. It softens the skin," Jason told me. I tilted my head to watch him take a bottle from a nearby cabinet. He came back to my side and applied some oil to his hands. My top had a single snap in the back and Jason was able to spread the oil on my back without having to unsnap it. It felt cool and wonderful. Then Jason's hands began to take effect. "Why so tense?" Jason asked me. I didn't have the nerve to say the truth: he and Brian in the same room with me wasn't helping, and having Jason run his hands all over my back certainly didn't help. "This is a test of your skills," I said. "See if you can make me relax." Preparing for the Draft "That's my job," he replied. Apparently his job was to work magic, because within two minutes I felt better than I had in ages. Jason had only worked on my neck and shoulders so far. Then he moved lower, along my spine, all the way to the top of my pants and back up. "I can get to some key spots a little easier if I unsnap your top, Charlotte. Is that OK?" he asked. He could do no wrong, in my opinion, so I said 'Yes.' Jason used his palms, especially the hard base near his thumb, to push harder on muscles I didn't know I had. Nothing hurt and until it did, he had free rein on my entire back. Soon, his fingers were reaching over the sides of my ribs and lightly brushing against the very edges of my flattened breasts. At first it seemed a natural extension of his massage. Then it occurred more regularly and the fingers lingered longer. I'm not sure how he would have preceded on his own. But I chose, at that point, to signal my acceptance of his techniques. I raised myself just an inch off the table on the side nearest him. Jason recognized it. His hand slid into the space and contacted even more of my breast. He outlined it with a pair of fingers and sought out the nipple which was still against the table. I looked up at him. He looked back and stopped his hand, still on my breast. I let him have the nipple. Jason still had oil on his hand when he spread it out underneath my entire breast and the feeling was incredible. He lightly squeezed it and massaged it, pushing up the entire time. I closed my eyes and let him play. My pussy began to ache and I felt the moisture collecting in it. "Take off your top, Charlotte," Jason said in his usual arrogant tone. I was in no mood to put him in his place. He was the boss now. "You do it," I said. As soon as I felt he had hold of the top, I lifted slighted off the table and let him pull it off. Then I was lying flat again, looking up at him. Brian was in a chair, watching every move we made. I wondered if either was hard yet and I took my first peak at Jason's crotch. He wore loose fitting gym shorts and no hint of an erection showed...yet. "I have another oil you may really like. Would you like to try it?" Jason asked. "Sure," I replied with a nod. He went back to the cabinet and brought down a brown bottle. When he returned to me, he said, "You'll need to turn over." There was no going back now, I determined. If I did, the day was shot. I was being recruited as much as Chad was at this point and I could either take advantage of the opportunity or pass it up. It might or might not affect Chad's career. I turned over. There was a certain thrill in exposing myself to such young men, especially Brian. I've got full, firm breasts and seeing them look at me in appreciation was almost worth it in and of itself. Jason calmly spread the new oil on both hands and leaned over me once again. He began just above my stomach. I barely felt the warm sensation at first. Then, as he reached the bottom of my breasts, it became more prominent and I felt my chest begin to tingle. "What IS that?" I asked. "Secret ingredient," Jason responded with a grin. "Just relax and enjoy it." Before I could relax, both of his hands were covering my breasts. He spread the oil in a very thin layer that wouldn't have been noticeable without the room's lights shimmering upon it. Jason worked the delightful fluid into every inch of my breasts—top, bottom and sides. Within fifteen seconds, my nipples felt like they were connected to electric currents. Every time Jason touched one of them my body shuddered. I thought my pussy was on fire and I fought the urge to reach down for it. "My God, Jason, that feels good," I had to admit. "And your nipples?" "If you keep touching them...," I started to say. He rolled one between his fingers and I couldn't finish the sentence because of an extended groan. I'm not sure what caused me to look or even notice, but the bulge in the front of Jason's shorts was now very evident. That caused an even greater reaction in my pussy as he continued to manipulate my breasts. When it was obvious his oil had had the effect he was looking for, Jason moved his hands lower. He skimmed them across my waist at the very top of my pants. "If you think that feels good on your chest, you should feel it between your legs," Jason said. Our eyes met at the same time his hand pressed against my pussy through my pants. I prayed he couldn't feel the wetness, but it was inevitable that he felt the ever-growing warmth. I thought for a moment about the best way to request what I was thinking. "I would like that, Jason. But don't you think it's unfair I'm the only one undressed in here," I finally said. "It's your massage," he replied. "And I can end it any time I want." There was a delay, but Jason acted first. He pulled off his shirt so that he only wore shorts. A moment later, Brian joined him. It was a start and a good one at that. They were both better toned that I imagined. The next thing I knew, Jason was unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. He was meticulous about it, taking time to enjoy every step. When it was time to pull the pants off, I lifted my ass and watched him drag them past my feet from the end of the table. I wore blue panties that did not qualify as thongs, but were certainly not large. Jason moved back around to my side and ran his hand up my leg, getting slower when he reached the inside of my thigh. He gave a very short massage to the top of my leg which would have been great under any other circumstance. However, both he and I had other targets in mind. Once again, Jason covered his palms in oil. My heart raced from the thought of the same magical ointment hitting my clit. He put his hand on my stomach, tilted his fingers down toward my pussy, and slid the hand inside my panties. I thought he would never get there. I think I was holding my breath and let out an audible gasp when he hit my clit. Jason applied more pressure and covered my entire pussy with the oil. The effect was instantaneous. The electricity I felt in my nipples before were magnified tenfold on my clit now. I squirmed on the table and moaned with delight. "Should I remove the panties?" Jason asked in a near whisper. I nodded while biting my lip. It's hard to describe the feeling of having your last piece of clothing removed while you lay on a table in front of two young dudes. Jason's cock was now pushing against his shorts. I had earlier caught a glimpse of Brian moving his own cock when he didn't know I was looking. Now I was naked before them. Jason came to my side once more. He reached out for my pussy and I reached out for his cock. His fingers first gathered the moisture from the rim of my pussy, and then headed straight for my clit. I clutched Jason's erection and pumped it the best I could through his thin shorts. He felt big, but I couldn't tell for sure. I hoped for a chance to verify it soon. We masturbated each other for a minute or two, more interested I think in the other to fully benefit from what was happening to us. But his oil was soaking into my clit and the tingling had turned to fire. I must have lost my mind because I heard myself saying, "Get naked. Both of you please." The result almost made me cum right then. Both men had long, hard erections to rival any I'd ever seen. I just stared. Then Brian came over to the table on the opposite side of Jason. I took his cock in my hand and felt the pulsing inside. Jason moved down to the end of the table. "Let's move you down a little," he said, grabbing me by the ankles. In doing so, Brian's cock ended up near my face and my legs were spreading to accept Jason. I felt Jason rubbing my clit again, as if I needed it. Then I kissed the tip of Brian's cock before sliding it into my mouth. Jason wasted no time. He got in position, let the head of his cock barely enter me, and then drove forward. My cries were almost silenced by the presence of Brian's huge cock in my mouth. But both of them knew that I had just been penetrated. My only source of relief from the strain of Jason entering me was to clamp down on Brian's cock even harder with my lips. The texture of the cock sliding over my tongue, especially the large head, was fantastic. I let Brian fuck my mouth while Jason focused on watching his own cock thrust over and over into my pussy. With each passing minute, my pussy got wetter and I got closer to cumming. I couldn't voice my wish for them to never stop, so I let the pressure of my mouth and the tightness of my pussy muscles speak for me. Meanwhile, Brian played with my breasts and I was almost there. I moaned louder. My ass lifted off the table. Jason held me up by the ass and I finally just had to cry out, "Oh fuck. Yesssssssss!" I clutched the edges of the table while I came. Each time Brian pinched a nipple I started to cum again. Jason pounded me harder and faster and I thought my orgasms would never stop. My body shook from head to toe while the two of them fucked me at both ends. I was almost in tears at the end of it all, but the men were far from done. First, Brian pulled out of my mouth and started to masturbate over my chest. His groans signaled it wouldn't take long, and soon a long stream of cum poured over my tits. Then Jason joined him and began to deposit a pool of cum on my stomach. I watched them cum simultaneously and felt the warmth of the fluid collecting on my body. It was one of the greatest sights I'd ever seen. Afterwards, I let them watch me shower and we all came once more, each of us taking care of ourselves with frantic hands. -The Pro Draft- I can't tell you how many times I thought of that asshole Mike while Chad won game after game his Senior year. When Chad threw three touchdown passes in the bowl game, I wondered if that would have been good enough for John. When I was done thinking about that, I thought about the fact the so-called experts were predicting Chad might not even get drafted. Obviously, they didn't know Chad...or me. There was no way my son was going to work so hard and not have a shot at a NFL career. The road started with the NFL Combines and Chad was all the talk of ESPN and bloggers. Now he was projected as a late second rounder. I had other ideas. Neither Chad nor I had a preference as to where he should play, so we listened attentively whenever ANY team's representatives talked to us. The only things I knew about the NFL recruitment and drafting process were the things my male friends told me. I found out, for instance, that Chad would be interviewed pretty intensively and would take several personality and intelligence tests. They also said I would be interviewed. This certainly didn't scare me. I saw it as an opportunity. However, as the process wound down and the draft grew nearer, only one team actually felt it was necessary to talk to me. I didn't underestimate the importance of this and was prepared to make sure the team had no doubt Chad was their man. They wanted to see the home environment that Chad came from, so the interview was to take place at my house; just me and three members of the team's scouting department. Yes, I was nervous when the day came. Luckily, my work in front of a TV camera had taught me several techniques to suppress the nervous tension. Until I was in control of the situation I would be anxious. Whether or not I could ever take control was another matter. I wore a dress. Actually, I wore the sexiest dress I owned, just in case. It tied behind the neck and had a neckline I'd never use on the air. And it was short, but I've never been ashamed of my legs, even in my forties. So when the men arrived I began the process of determining which of them I had to impress the most. That part was fairly easy. Jim was the director of scouting for the team and was clearly the leader of the group. He was about fifty, balding, and not the finest physical specimen I'd ever seen. He struck me as all business. But his two assistants, Brad and Tim, were much more relaxed and lighthearted from the moment they walked in the door. Brad was close to my age, maybe a year or two younger, and Tim was the youngest at somewhere around thirty five. Brad, especially, was very cute and we seemed to connect immediately as I accompanied them into the family room. We talked for almost two hours about Chad's childhood, how he did in school, and what kind of friends he hung out with. I fed them, provided drinks, and tried to charm them. Perhaps the biggest plus I had going for me, surprisingly, was the house and property itself. We lived a little bit out in the country and my house was very isolated. We were completely surrounded by woods and the closest neighbor on any side could not see any part of the back yard. Also, a recent purchase became very important. As a present to myself when Chad finished his Senior season, I bought a large hot tub. It held six people and fit perfectly on my deck overlooking the yard and woods. Chad and his friends used it much more than me. But when I started to show the men around the yard, their eyes quickly focused on the hot tub on the very warm afternoon. "I would live in that," Brad said as we stood in the grass and looked up onto the deck. "Especially on days like this." "Do you use it much?" Jim asked. I shrugged. "Not too much. I don't have a lot of friends to share it with. Besides, the control panel totally confuses me." "Show it to us," Brad said right away. "We'll figure it out for you." I smiled and took them up onto the deck level with the hot tub. Once they had the cover pulled off, I pointed out where the control panel was. Brad opened the panel covering while the rest of us gathered around. An instant later, he said, "Oh, this is easy. Come here, Charlotte." I moved closer and leaned over, realizing the view I was offering in doing so as my breasts strained against the front of my dress and the hem rose up my thighs. "Here's the main power switch," Brad said as he pointed. "This one's to regulate the temperature; there's one for each set of jets in the tub; this one's for the lights; here's one for...." "Like I said, it's too much for me," I said, leaning back up to the chuckles of the gentlemen. Then I heard it power on and the water slowly began to churn. "I guess it works fine," I said. "Who's going in?" It was a semi-serious question that resulted in very serious looks on all three faces looking at me. None of them knew how to take it. I moved closer to Jim, faced him, and said, "How about it, Jim?" He quickly replied, "I didn't bring a bathing suit." The flush on his face was obvious. He turned another shade of pink when I said, "Oh, I never wear one in the tub." The two men behind me either coughed or stifled laughs, I couldn't tell which. I turned and said, "So, I don't have any takers?" It didn't take long for Brad to respond, "I wore my waterproof boxers. I'm in." Tim added, "Same here." I looked back at Jim, who appeared ready to fire both of his so-called assistants. "You all have a good time," he said sternly. I needed to find out if he was sincere or just acting like the boss in front of his subordinates. I took a gamble that had a history of paying off, but I was holding my breath the entire time because the stakes were very high. I stood directly in front of Jim, nearly touching him. I said, "You're welcome to join us, Jim, at any time. Don't be shy." With that, I reached for his crotch and ran my hand up the front of his pants. He never flinched. I let my hand linger for a moment and rubbed him a little harder. "I'll just watch, thank you," he answered. I grinned and spun around to face Brad and Tim. "Well? Where are these magic boxers you spoke of?" Brad was the first to start to unbutton his shirt. Tim immediately followed. That's when I told Jim that any of the chairs on the deck were his for the taking and I offered to get drinks. He said he would get one later and I returned my attention to the two topless men. I saw Jim take a seat in a recliner while Brad and Tim worked on getting their pants off. They were both very fit and that made my decision making much easier. Sure enough, they both had boxers on and, of course, nothing about them was waterproof. "We're not going in alone, you know," Brad told me with a mischievous look. "Test the water for me," I said to delay the inevitable. They stepped into the tub almost simultaneously, each finding a seat opposite the other, and sinking down until settling into their spots. "Perfect," Tim proclaimed. Brad just smiled. "OK," I finally said with a sigh. I took off my shoes. I was deliberate in untying my dress, to the point of holding the straps in place after they were open. I was staring mostly at Brad when I brought my hands back around to the front, bringing the top of my dress with them. I allowed the top of my breasts to be seen for a second, and then let go of the dress. Not a word was said and the only sound was that of the water gurgling in the tub. I stood in just my panties, pushing the dress away with my feet. I nervously pulled up on the panties. "They're not waterproof," I said. "Won't do you much good then," Brad said. I gave him a sarcastic smirk and moved to the edge of the tub. All eyes were on me as I stepped in and found my own seat between the two men. The water was delightful, lapping around my breasts and spurting past my legs. Maybe the interview was over and maybe their minds were made up on whether or not to draft Chad and in what round, but why leave anything up to chance? The two men in the tub would be easy now. Jim was another matter and I'd have to deal with him for sure at some point. "How are the waterproof boxers doing now?" I asked Brad with a straight face. He peered down at his crotch through the water. "Not so good, it seems." "Won't do you much good then," I said, moving my foot so that it hit his soaked shorts. "Touché," he replied. "Maybe I should let them begin to dry out." "Maybe," I said. Brad reached down and pulled them off, turning to his side to lay them out in the sun on a nearby deck bench. We both then looked at Tim and pretty much forced him to do the same. The short glimpses I had of their cocks convinced me they were enjoying themselves. I stretched out my arms and legs and relaxed, with the water splashing over my body. Our feet and legs fought for space in the center of the tub and the contact was getting me excited. I hoped it did the same for them. We sat silently for a minute or two and I was fearful one of them would suggest we get out. I had to act...now. I stood up and ran my hands over my panties. "Damn. Mine didn't work either," I said with disgust. I straddled Brad's legs and got down on my knees facing him. "Would you mind taking them off, please." I could tell he was tense. He looked up at my face and then my breasts. Brad reached out and I felt his hands on my panties. He pulled them down as far as he could and then I awkwardly removed them one leg at a time while staying on top of him. Beneath the water, and I hoped out of sight of the others, my hand found his cock. I knew after a few seconds that Jim and Tim probably saw what I was doing, but feeling Brad's cock grow in my hand was worth it. He felt completely hard to me by the time I leaned forward and let him kiss my breasts. "Take them, Brad. Suck on them." It was loud enough for everyone to hear. This was going to be a group effort. Brad was hesitant at first. He only kissed them both a couple times and lightly ran his tongue over one. Then I pumped his cock with a little more energy and his mouth closed over a good portion of my right tit. He licked it and bit the nipple, causing me to shudder and grip his shaft a bit tighter. Preparing Melissa Melissa was 18, approaching the end of high school. For the next four or five years she would be away at University – with a much larger selection of boys to tempt her and, presumably, excite her still-developing female juices. Melisa loved sport and was superbly fit. And she had been gifted with the body of a goddess – a nicely rounded face, wide sparkling eyes, wonderfully delicate lips...and incredible breasts. Oh, those boobs! It is impossible describe them with justice, but it's as if the top two-thirds of a couple of plump oranges had been artistically moulded to her attractive chest, providing a small overhang most of the way around that would inevitably invite any lucky lad to start by circling this crease with his fingers...before then cupping and squeezing her firm, fresh flesh... before then seeing her immaculately-placed nipples stand rigidly to attention when he took each in his mouth and flicked it gently with his tongue. Her boobs are so alluring that my husband John had once joked that if we ever needed to do some charity fundraising, all we required was for Melissa to sit in a tent at the fairground, charge $10 for a look, $20 for a caress and $50 for a lick or a suck...and we'd have a queue a mile long eager to contribute to our cause, each parting with the maximum donation we were seeking. That may be crude, but is undoubtedly true. I felt a tinge of maternal envy. Mel's fabulous boobs were at the absolute peak of their development. They were so enticing...and yet she had not started sharing them with that succession of boys who would finger them, cup them, squeeze them, lick them, suck them – tragically all of them without knowing how Melissa's firm breasts really ached to be handled. I'm sure Melissa knew how unusually endowed she was...and had already decided that only a few carefully selected men would ever be pleasured by experiencing their full delights. And I'm she knew how to gently rub and squeeze those beautiful orbs...as she would have known how to pamper that area which lay hidden away between her legs. She wasn't naive! If there was one word to describe Mel at this time, it could only be 'nubile' – complete with its full range of sexual connotations. 'Nubile': sexually mature and old enough for marriage; 'Nubile': sexually developed and attractive; 'Nubile': a girl who has reached sexual maturity and has blossomed into a woman; 'Nubile': hot, sexy; 'Nubile': a nymphet, a fawnlet; 'Nubile': ripe for the taking. Mel and I had always enjoyed an open relationship. And I always liked to plan in advance, so we'd talked about sex and the arrival of her puberty before it occurred. So when that first trickle of blood wept down her inside passage, seeking out sunlight, she was already well-versed in how to use a tampon, pads and panty liners. Not that that excused her from the incredibly 'messy experience,' as she described it, as she transitioned from young girl to young woman. I doubted that she had yet lost her virginity. She was not an initiator in her group of friends. And that group was not one that would feel compelled to become sexually active at a very young age. Which was one enormous relief for her Mum! But it was very likely that Mel would become sexually active in the not-too-distant future. And, secretly, I hoped she would experience some totally-explosive intimate encounters in her room with an array of sizes and widths thrusting deeply and repeatedly into her darkness – something that would undoubtedly be much more satisfying for her than any synthetic drug could ever be. Oh, the benefits of being young, attractive and unattached! I fanaticised that she might bring one or two of her boys home for me to 'look after.' John was away on a golfing weekend with some mates that day when Mel came down to breakfast. And she seemed to be in no particular hurry to do anything. She was, perhaps, appropriately attired – just a pair of satin boxer shorts and a floppy old tee that may have been comfortable...but did little to disguise her very best assets. It's good that John's mates were not there – they would have been leaving with distinct bulges in the front of their pants, and having a friendly argument about how many cumes she exhibited. That's cumes as in 'she has three cume breasts.' Cumes, I had been previously been informed, are a precise, internationally-recognised measure of a cubic mouthful! But now was not the appropriate time for her mother to suggest that Melissa might dress a little more modestly. It was an ideal opportunity to have that mother and daughter chat, I concluded. 'Well, it won't be long before you've finished school and are off to university for a few years,' I started. 'And I guess the time will soon come when you'll become a sexually mature lady.' She looked at me quizzically, so I quickly continued. 'You know I've always liked to prepare for things well in advance, and so it's probably time we had a chat about that very first occasion when things will happen for you.' 'Aw, Mum,' was the response. 'I know some guy will be poking his penis up my vagina, there'll probably be some bleeding, and it's likely to hurt a lot. So what is there to talk about?' Mel had unwittingly given me just the invitation I'd hoped for, so I could open up the conversation. 'You probably won't bleed, darling, and it certainly doesn't need to be a painful experience. In fact, if you are properly prepared it should be an unforgettably enjoyable occasion for you,' I said. 'And how's that?' she asked. 'Bleeding is usually the result of having an intact hymen, or the boy is being excessively rough, or it's because you are simply not wet enough down there. Now because you are using tampons and you are so physically active and fit, it's likely your hymen disappeared long, long ago.' 'I hope so,' she said. 'If it's worrying you, you can always get something like a zucchini and push it right in and out of your love tunnel a few times between now and whenever you have your first experience, and that will open things up nicely for you,' I suggested. 'But if you do decide to get acquainted with Mr Zucchini, make sure you start by fingering yourself well to ensure all your natural feminine juices are flowing, or rub a few drops of olive oil around the entrance area in your vagina to provide some extra lubrication.' 'We usually have zucchini in the crisper of the fridge and you're welcome to use one of those anytime, should you wish,' I added cheekily. 'Gee, thanks. Now what else should I know?' she responded a little testily. 'Well, at least two things. Firstly I suggest you make sure you are on the Pill before you start having sex.' 'Really? I thought you would think that would simply encourage me to become more promiscuous,' she said, as it became clear to me that Mel was becoming slightly more relaxed. 'No, no, no! If you want to be promiscuous, you'll be promiscuous, Pill or no Pill,' I responded. 'But it would be an absolute disaster for you if you were to get pregnant, and the Pill provides you with the very best protection.' 'I'm sure you'll agree that when you're about to accept an engorged penis into your vagina for the first time, the last thing you'll want to be worrying about is the possibility of becoming pregnant...and I'm sure neither you nor your man will want to be fiddling around trying to work out how to roll a condom down his erection at that time.' 'And, besides, the Pill will give you complete control over the timing of your periods, which I can assure you will provide you with an enhanced social life.' 'I suspect you are right Mum,' she conceded. 'I'll tell you what,' I continued. 'Your father and I will pay for the Pill and for the costs of visits to the doctor to get the prescriptions while you are at uni. And, if you like, I'll accompany you to an appointment with Dr O'Connor. I'll stay in the waiting room while he sees you...but by then he'll have worked out that I'm happy for you to be making this move.' 'And remember, you don't need to start taking the Pill immediately. Just having a supply available when you figure the time is about right for you to become sexually active will make things so much easier for you.' 'That sounds great Mum. Now what was that other suggestion you had?' 'Well you probably know you must ensure you are very wet before any man starts pushing his penis into your vagina. And a good way to do this is to get him to lick and suck your clitoris and vagina.' 'Yuk!' 'But you'll find most men are more than happy to do so. However, they don't want to also get a mouthful of pubic hair. So I suggest you trim your pubes a few days before the action starts, perhaps by giving yourself a Brazilian landing strip or, if you really want to be remembered, trim pussy into a romantic heart shape.' 'Or, better still,' I thought. 'Shave it all off, and let the boys imagine they have achieved every man's dream – having it off with an attractive barely-pubescent baldie.' I kept that thought to myself. 'Don't tell your dad, but his electric shaver has a trimmer tool attached to it which will give you neat, straight lines with whichever option you might choose.' 'And while I'm giving you advice, your Dad has always known that I've thought it's OK to kiss in the car, but when we bonk it's in bed. I've found this to be a good rule - even if that bed is occasionally to be found in the pool, in the shower or on the lounge room floor! And, frankly, if it's not convenient to do it at your home or the man's home, then there is always a hotel, which is a great excuse for a night in town or an exciting weekend away.' As Melissa left the kitchen, I knew that the area surrounding her virgin slit was about to see a little more soap in the shower than was normal...as, no doubt, would those attractive young mammaries. * * * * * A few weeks later we visited the doctor. Melissa emerged with her first prescription for the Pill. On the way home we visited the local pharmacist and swapped it for the real thing. I reminded Mel that this tiny package would keep for months, or even years – there was absolutely no hurry to start swallowing the Pill...at least until she felt the time was approaching for her to wave farewell to her virginity. * * * * * Very soon after I noticed we had one less zucchini in the crisper. I had the feeling this was the luckiest zucchini in the world – unknowingly disappointing hundreds of young guys, each with a dream of being the very first to penetrate the damp depths that lay atop of Mel's athletic thighs. And if those guys had only known that Melissa had just taken this one additional step towards making herself available! If they had, there would have been quite a few young men whose boxer shorts would have been dampened as they imagined – sorry, dreamed – their throbbing cock might soon be thrusting down the same love tunnel, shooting an enormous load of cum into her dark feminine recesses that, forever, would be way beyond the reach of their probing fingers. But at least I now knew that Melissa had accepted some of the advice I had offered... and could only wonder how soon John's electric razor would be borrowed to clear the bush from around the entrance to the virgin's love-tunnel. * * * * * A few weeks after we'd had our Sunday talk, Mel admitted to me that she had told some of her girlfriends at school about our conversation. And one of her friends from a Fundamentalist family, Kirsty, had then asked whether I might be prepared to share the same advice with her. She had confessed to Mel that she really knew little more about sex than the basics she had learned at school during health education classes. It seemed her mother was reluctant to talk about the subject, in the belief that doing so would simply provide Kirsty with unwarranted temptation. I was initially reluctant to take on a sex education role that traditionally belonged to Kirsty's mum. But I thought about it overnight. 'Please tell Kirsty I'm happy to meet with her privately, one-to-one. Sooner or later she will need to be fully informed about these things that are a natural part of life, and if she is willing to learn about them now, then that's great. But what I will not be doing is suggesting she necessarily change anything immediately – I'll just be giving her some valuable knowledge that she can store away to perhaps use at a future time.' 'Suggest to her that she ring me right after school one day and we'll agree on a time to meet.' The next day the phone rang. 'Mrs J., it's Kirsty and I'm wondering if I could come around to see you and perhaps have a bit of a talk about the birds and the bees.' 'Sure Kirsty,' I replied. 'Would Thursday straight after school suit you? Mel will be at hockey practice until six, and that will give us tons of time to have a private chat.' 'That would be great.' You won't be having a period then?' 'No.' 'Then I'll see you just as soon as you can get here after school. And, by the way, pack a spare pair of knickers – you might feel you need to change into them before you head off home.' Thursday arrived sooner than I'd anticipated, but at least I had time to think about how to best have an intimate talk to someone else's daughter - about a subject that her mum obviously felt was taboo. I started by explaining that I was a little apprehensive about educating someone else's baby and suggested to Kirsty that we keep the details of our conversation to ourselves. The last thing I wanted was for her mum to be mad at Kirsty, or at me and Mel! 'Let's start by you telling me what you know,' I suggested. 'That's not much. In fact not much more than we've been taught in health lessons at school.' 'And boys, how far have you allowed them to go?' 'What do you mean by that?' 'Well, have you been kissed by a boy, or allowed boys to play with your tits, or play in the area between your legs?' 'Oh, shit no! I've been kissed, but that's all. I've too-often been told by mum and dad to keep my body strictly to myself, because it's already bad enough that my body might be giving some lads lustful thoughts.' 'So you really just know how to make babies, and you know how to avoid making babies. Do you know the ways and places around your body that lead to greatest pleasure, and do you have any ideas about how a man should best excite you sexually?' 'No, not really.' 'O.K., well that's a good place for us to start. And there would be nothing better than for you to experience each of these places for yourself, so - if you are willing - I suggest we now go down our guests' room where I'll get you to undress completely and then I'll show you some of the places you probably never knew existed.' I could see she was a bit hesitant, so I led the way down the hall. Once in the room I stripped the doona off the bed and laid out a towel. 'Of all boys around your age, who do you find most attractive?' I enquired as she undressed. 'Oh, Luke,' she replied. 'But why do you ask?' 'Well, I'm going to run my hands over different parts of your body and, as I do so, I'm going to suggest you close your eyes and just imagine that it's Luke who is caressing you.' I didn't remind her that Luke was my nephew and Melissa's cousin. He lived just a few blocks away, so I made a mental note that if ever... 'Just sit up on the bed with your back to me, and close those eyes,' I asked before I started by stroking the top of her head, then moving my fingers gently from the back of her ears, around the sides of her neck, and down to the base of her neck. And then I rubbed her sensuously, gently, up and down her sides. 'How are we going?' I enquired. 'Does that feel alright so far?' 'It's great,' she responded. 'Well now I'll get you to lie down, with your tummy on the towel.' I gave her rounded buttocks a bit of a massage and then moved them gently apart, allowing me to lightly run a finger from just above her hole up to and around the small of her back, before travelling back down 'til it almost fell in her hole. I repeated this a number of times before again enquiring whether she was comfortable. 'I was a bit worried for a while that your fingers might move a little further south, and was relieved they didn't,' she replied. 'We won't go there today,' I assured her. 'But many women find the entrance to their butt hole and the area just inside can be particularly pleasurable, and most men are only too happy to play with this area and push their engorged penises inside. But it's best you explore all that for yourself another day.' 'Now roll over, close your eyes again and I'll have Luke work on your front.' Again I started by rubbing her sides. Then I slowly traced a line with my finger from her neck down to her belly-button and ever-so-slowly down to where her pubes started covering her skin. I could feel her muscles involuntarily tighten just so slightly, so I repeated this numerous times. 'And how is Luke doing?' I asked. 'Just fine,' she replied. 'Well now we'll give your breasts and nipples a bit of rub and, if you are happy, you'll then feel Luke giving your nipples the tiniest of licks.' There was no objection...and a faint smile soon spread slowly across her face. 'So now it's down to your really feminine area,' I said, placing a finger gently on her clit. 'You're a lucky girl,' I continued. 'You have an exceptionally well-endowed clit...one that's a lot bigger than mine...and one that men will have no trouble stimulating,' I told her as my finger brushed up and down, up and down, up and down the side of her jewel...and then traced a light circle right around the entrance to her love tunnel. She was obviously well-lubricated by now. 'Can Luke give you a kiss down there too?' I asked. 'Why not,' she replied, and her smile widened. She must soon have felt a significantly wetter after 'he' had obliged. 'There is just one other area I'd like to point out to you now, and that's where a girl's G-spot is located. This is a real point for pleasure and it's just inside your vagina, so I'm hoping you'll allow me to put a finger in there.' 'I suppose that will be OK,' she replied. So in went the finger...and then slowly, very slowly I bent it upwards searching for the corrugations on her vaginal wall. 'Can you feel that,' I asked as I gently flicked an area to the left, then an area to the right. 'The ridges on this side, and on this side, and the area in between are particularly sensitive and usually love to be fingered whilst your clit is being rubbed or is receiving a really good suck.' 'Ahh. Wow,' she exclaimed. 'I'm so pleased you showed me that spot. I'd never have found it myself.' I gave her ridges on each side one final flick, then slowly withdrew my finger before she had any chance of climaxing. I certainly didn't see it as my role to build her to orgasm – perhaps the very first orgasm she had ever experienced. 'So when you feel you're ready for it, you can play around this area yourself...or have a man do it with you...and work up a feeling that you'll discover is enormously pleasurable.' 'You know I'm not a Churchgoer and I have a different view of some things, but I can't help feeling that if I did believe in God, He'd be pleased to see me trying to extract maximum pleasure from the places on my body where He created those pleasure zones.' 'I'd think He was a strange old man if He blessed me with areas that excited me, but then frowned every time I touched them - which seems to be what many of the established Churches are suggesting will happen any time I play with myself,' I added. 'I'd never thought of it that way,' Kirsty replied. 'So it's my view, which I've also expressed to Mel, is that we females should feel completely comfortable with our bodies and should fully enjoy them whenever we want, and from whenever time we feel we are truly ready to start to do so.' Preparing Melissa Pt. 02 Kirsty had been given an 'Intimacy 101' lesson by her friend Melissa's Mum...one that few other young girls would ever receive (see 'Preparing Melissa')...But now she was back, seeking more specific information about how she might lose her virginity. 'Hi Mrs. J,' the voice said on the other end of the phone. 'It's Kirsty. I'm off to uni, as you know, in a couple of weeks' time and I'd really appreciate having a bit of a chat with you before I go. So I was wondering when it might be convenient to come around and see you.' 'Well, how about now?' I replied. 'I'm home alone, and just about to make a coffee. Put your running shoes on and call by. See you soon.' 'Thanks for seeing me,' Kirsty said when she arrived. 'I need some advice, and I simply can't ask Mum.' 'Well I'm happy to help if I can, as you already know,' I volunteered. 'What's on your mind?' 'I've decided I'm going to take every opportunity that uni will offer me, and I've decided it's time I lost my virginity so I can participate that way, and I've decided I really want Luke - who luckily is going to be at the same university - to do the deed...but I really don't know how to best approach him or how to handle it.' 'Are you sure?' I enquired. This was a major change from her previous attitude towards having sex. 'I'm so sure I've already acquired a landing strip, as you suggested.' 'Are you going to show me?' 'Sure,' she said as she stood up, dropped her shorts, then her knickers, and stood proudly in front of me with her feet slightly apart. 'That's wonderful,' I responded, noticing her Star of the Show appearing to peep more prominently than it had before from between her labial curtains. 'If that doesn't elicit and immediate erection, nothing will,' I observed – all the while resisting an urge to stroke her newly-shaped pussy...or give it a pat. 'There are numerous ways you could approach Luke,' I said as Kirsty pulled up her pants, again hiding her slash, clit and landing strip. I doubted I'd ever see them again...as Luke, and later some other lucky lads, were about to do. But I'd had the very rare privilege of seeing - and touching – this lovely lady's most feminine and private parts, so I really couldn't complain. 'Perhaps I can only tell you what I might do if I was faced with your challenge. I think I would just approach it truthfully and directly.' 'I'd somehow get Luke aside during the first week or two of term and I'd tell him you've had the hots for him for some time. I'd tell him directly that you are a virgin... but you've decided your virginity must go...and you'd like him to ensure it's done properly...perhaps next week.' 'He won't say no!' 'Tell him you are on the Pill and you thought it would be nice if you could have him all to yourself for a whole night, so you were happy to book and pay for a motel room in the next town - and even shout him a pizza for dinner!' 'I'd then try to keep things as fun and as humorous as possible. Tell him to stay in the car to conserve all his strength for what was about to happen, while you checked in to the motel!' 'Then when you get in the room, tell him you'd decided to have a shower and that you suggest he to join you, after he'd given you 30 seconds to get wet, so he could see what you had on offer...and so you could decide whether his manly meat might be able to adequately handle the task ahead.' 'And I'd throw my bra and then my panties out of the bathroom into the bedroom as I got undressed, just to excite him.' 'You, of course, will want to help dry him off, paying particular attention to the area around his manhood. And if you notice he has trimmed his pubic hair, I'd compliment him for his thoughtfulness...and, if not, I'd fetch a pair of nail scissors and tell him you are going to do so, before his penis is able to come anywhere near your mouth.' 'He's also bound to have a giant erection well before he's positioned to enter you. I'd be giving it a couple of gentle slaps and playfully scold it, telling it that it was 'a bad boy...just wait a while.'' 'Then it would be totally over to you. Get him playing with you, lots of kissing and sucking, and perhaps even show him your G-spot, which in all likelihood will be a real education for him.' 'I'd be aiming to have him in me at least twice during the evening – which would make the whole evening, and paying for the motel, a worthwhile investment.' 'And I wouldn't worry if you were taking much of the lead'. 'Gone are those days where girls were expected to just lie there submissively, with legs spread wide apart, to endure whatever pounding the man might provide...and then to be rewarded by discovering they were pregnant and perhaps having to organise an illegal abortion...or having to hang out the sheets after that first experience to prove to the world that they had 'saved yourself' for that one moment of excruciating pain when their hymen was ripped apart.' 'At least we both know you won't be experiencing anything like that!' I chuckled. 'But I should also warn you that you may still feel you're receiving a pounding in those first few moments. You'll still be very tight internally, whatever precautions you have taken and, of course, you'll be extremely nervous - which won't help you at all. So please just try to relax as much as you can in those first few seconds whilst his penis pushes your vaginal walls apart for the very first time.' 'And I don't just mean this will happen with Luke's penis – it would happen with whichever man was lucky enough to have the honour of deflowering you.' 'You should try to get to the point, as rapidly as you can, where your muscles down there want to grab the penis and hold it firmly in you – even though your man may then be wanting to withdraw it.' 'But all this might take a while - which is why I really hope you and Luke try to repeat the experience several times that first night. Most things take some practice before you learn to perfect them – so why should having sex the first time be any different?' 'And things may not work out like that at all. Luke could well ejaculate even before he enters you...or ejaculate before he's half way down your love tunnel.' 'If he's also a virgin, that's more likely to happen. If he has had previous sexual experience, he's more likely to give you a more satisfying, gentler experience as you lose your virginity.' 'All I can wish is for you to have the best possible first experience. And you've really done all you can to prepare for it.' . 'Now, what else can I suggest?' I asked, well aware I'd done most of the talking. 'Probably not much – but you've made me quite wet just talking about it.' 'And I am too, you lucky girl.' 'Do you think I need to do anything else, like dressing up in some way specially for the occasion?' Kirsty asked. 'I wouldn't...but if Luke was to become a regular visitor to your room, I'd be tempted at some time in the future to open the door dressed in something like a maid's uniform, with the uniform skirt and apron hitched so high that there was no way he could avoid noticing your tight, pure white panties – and giving him the unmistakable message that you want him to pull them right down, and then right off. That's the sort of thing that, perhaps, you might consider doing on his birthday.' 'And don't go getting a special hair-do, or splashing yourself with any more perfume than usual. That would just distract Luke, who'll already have enough incentive to ravish you the way you will want.' 'I'll have to wish Luke well, before he leaves for uni.. As he doesn't have a sister, I might give him a bit of a talk about looking after the girls there, but certainly won't let on to him that you have plans, or even that you have had your eyes on him,' I said. 'I'd love to be a fly on the wall that day,' Kirsty replied. As she left, I planted another kiss on her forehead. 'Good luck, enjoy yourself, behave yourself!' 'And keep in touch. I expect you to ring me some time after Luke has popped that cherry of yours, to tell me how it all goes.' * * * * * A few weeks later I got that phone call I was expecting. 'It's happened, and pretty much along the lines of what you had suggested.' 'Luke's cock was a bit thicker than what I'd imagined it would be, so there was a fair bit more pain than I had bargained for...but we coped.' 'And guess what,' she said excitedly. 'I climaxed twice that night!' 'That's wonderful. Two orgasms on your very first night! How envious so many other girls would be, if only they knew,' I replied. 'You had better thank your Mum and Dad for endowing you appropriately.' 'Unfortunately there is no way I could do that,' she responded. 'In fact, I just hope they can keep on believing that I'm keeping my virginity for my wedding night...and they don't ask me to hang out any blooded sheets afterwards!' she chuckled. 'But I do have to thank you – you are the most wonderful inspiration. You should really put up a shingle advertising your services to other virgins who are about to...' I had vaguely thought exactly along those lines myself. 'And you obviously had a talk to Luke. His pubes had clearly been well-trimmed for the occasion, and he should be just as pleased with how they looked as I am now with my cute little Brazilian. So thanks also for suggesting that.' 'So, what about the future?' I asked, taking the topic in a different direction. 'Well, I've decided Luke certainly won't be the last man I'll have in my bed...and, if Luke wants some more, I'll happily open my door - and open my legs - for him,' she confided. * * * * * I heaved a silent sigh of relief, and allowed a smile to spread across my face as I thought back several decades. Kirsty had been fortunate. She obviously has enjoyed her experience. In contrast, I had encountered the biggest cock I was to ever see on the night I lost my virginity. I was expecting to be treated gently – but the monster was simply thrust down, rapidly, in one cruel and swift movement, right through what may still have been my virgin hymen. I had screamed. And I bled. Oh God, how I bled! I bled for several days. And I cried - unable to tell my parents, unable to tell my friends. It was not the experience I had expected. I determined there and then that, if I ever had a daughter, she should never lose her virginity in the same way. But I would never really know. I could never know. Even today, mothers are not given many details, if any, by their daughters about what happened during that most private of experiences. And mothers never ask – and feel they should never ask - their daughters. So how lucky I had been to have such a unique relationship with Kirsty. Not only had she felt she could share her joy with me, but I'd actually seen and physically penetrated – if only briefly, if just with one finger – her virgin hole that Luke, MY nephew...MY VERY OWN nephew, would completely fill so soon thereafter with his teenage manhood and his cum. Kirsty, I'll love you forever. You'll never know how much. Preparing Melissa Pt. 03 Melissa and Mark had now been together for well over twelve months. I guess their initial sexual excitement had waned a little, even as Mark had become increasingly acquainted with Mel's incredibly responsive breasts. 'Squeeze' for him meant much more than having a steady girlfriend, or having unfettered access to a comely waist that he could embrace whenever he so desired. He had licence to gently - so ever gently - regularly squeeze Mel's boobs, lick her nipples, jiggle, nibble, caress her mammaries...as he had an almost-nightly invitation to explore that love-area between her legs – around the point where her still-youthful, frequently-damp slit seemed to disappear into her now lovingly-sculpted, beguiling, beckoning Brazilian. Mel clearly remembered the offer I had made to her some years previously – to suggest ways that she and her partner might be able to lift their love making. But when she rung to finally accept my offer, I had to suggest we leave the chat for a week or so until I had again collected by thoughts. I considered inviting both Mel and Mark to join the discussion, but decided that mother and daughter, just talking together, would be far more intimate. And, as it turned out, that was to be the case. It was a warm afternoon when she visited, so I popped a bottle of champagne. 'Here's to a long, enjoyable sex life for both of us,' we toasted. 'And how IS your sex life?' I then enquired. 'Active...and enjoyable.' 'You know,' Mel continued. 'You can take much of the credit for that. You can't begin to know how encouraged I was by your willingness to have that chat about my losing my virginity...and how helpful your suggestions were to me.' 'As you know, I also had a chat to Kirsty,' I said. 'Do you have any idea how she is getting on?' I enquired. I did not reveal that we had had a second talk. 'Two chats, you mean!' Mel retorted. 'She told me...and I guess you ended up giving her a lot more advice than you gave to me.' 'Possibly,' I replied teasingly. 'Either something you said, or something happened after that. Because Kirsty suddenly became quite open about her prospect of having sex, and ever since I seem to have been her principal confidant. She tells me almost everything,' Mel said. 'Like what?' I probed. Melissa hesitated. 'Well you know she and Luke hung out together for a while...and it wouldn't surprise me if Luke is still able to occasionally pull down her pants and fill her with a load of his cum.' 'But, let's not talk about the past – especially my past! I'm hanging to hear what you think I should be doing from now on.' Melissa was probably worried I was about to ask who had taken her virginity, or how many men she had now allowed to screw her – which was fair enough, I guess, because I had already asked her not to quiz me about whether I had personally done any of the things I was about to suggest. 'Well the best advice I can give is to lie back and make sure you enjoy it. But that advice won't really help you. And neither will being told that the longer you and Mark are together, the more both of you will benefit from trying that little bit harder to spice up your lovemaking,' I said. 'And, as I'm sure I told Kirsty many years ago, there are times when it really pays for the girl to initiate things and take the lead in your love making.' 'And there is nothing wrong with adding some mystery to your play...which, of course, should always aim to include an element of fun and frivolity!' 'But probably the most important advice I can give you, as a mother, is never to go to bed angry and to never, never deny your man sex because you remain angry,' I said. 'If he is willing to thrust his bulging cock inside of you, then he's over it, and is looking ahead – if only to the possibility of filling you again the next night. And by the time you feel his cock slide inside and you start to help pump out his cum, you'll have realised that there are more important things in life than that little spat you have just had.' 'Aw, Mum,' said Melissa. 'I never thought you'd be quite so explicit!' 'Well you're old enough and, I'm sure by now, experienced enough to handle it,' I replied. 'So what can I suggest?' I continued. 'How about initiating a regular 'Boy's Night In.' Perhaps once a month. And that's Boy's Night In...B, O, Y, apostrophe S...not B, O, Y, S apostrophe!' 'Make it the aim of Your Boy's Night In to do something new – like trying a new position, or getting Mark to bring home some new, small sex toy to surprise and excite you...or perhaps even giving him the thrill of - just once - pushing a zucchini, rather than his cock , up your vagina!' 'I'm sure you'll find Your Boy's Night In would be much more exciting that any possible Girls' Night Out.' And I handed Mel a copy of '365 Sex Positions' that I had wrapped in a colourful sheet of paper decorated with vegetables – including a zucchini! I'd discovered this wrapping paper some time ago and was waiting for just the right occasion to use it. 'Don't open it now,' I said. 'It's something that both you and Mark must unwrap together.' I'm sure she didn't know whether I'd given her a vibrator, a dildo, or some other erotic sex toy. 'Well, thank you Mum,' she said as she leant over and kissed me on the cheek. 'I can't wait to see what's inside. And you're making me quite wet down there just thinking about it.' 'If that's the case, then I can only imagine how you and Mark will react when you start using it,' I added cheekily. 'And on one of Your Boy's Nights In, you must insist he takes you out toy shopping...and I don't just mean looking at toys for kids!' 'Some playful discipline can also add spice to your life,' I then suggested. 'And this is something you can also easily embellish or prolong. But, I suggest, you never do this when you are really mad at one another – it must be purely a play thing.' 'And it must be an occasional thing – not something that happens too often.' 'For example, he could give you a few smacks on your bottom for not coming to bed early enough, or you could give him say five swipes on his butt for – purportedly - coming too fast when he made love to you the previous night.' 'And you could include in his punishment that he has to flick your nipples with his tongue for a whole minute, or two. And if his lips, or any other part of his body, touches your nipples while he was doing this, then he will earn an additional five slaps from you on his butt.' 'You might consider, in addition, buying a cheap cheese board with a handle which you could call 'The Corrector'...which you might put out for him to notice in your kitchen early on each of the days on which you think he has 'earned' another paddling – giving him something to look forward to for the whole day!...and you can always instruct Mark to 'assume the position' - kneeling over the end of the bed with his bare buttocks in the air awaiting the punishment you will soon be delivering - whilst you slowly stroll to the kitchen to fetch 'The Corrector.' 'But, darling, you must to be prepared to be disciplined just as often as you give it to Mark.' 'I'll have to think about that one,' she said. 'But it certainly has possibilities.' I paused for a moment, letting Melissa ponder the pain she might experience. 'But making up, after you're still stinging from Mark having just warmed and reddened your cute little ass, might prove to be something pretty special!' I suggested. 'And times like birthdays, of course, give you an extra excuse for being playful.' I quickly continued. 'One suggestion – which I will admit I haven't tried on your father – would be for you to grab Mark as he emerges from his morning shower on your birthday, and tell him you are tying a big pink bow using curling ribbon on his manhood – to constantly remind him that it's your birthday all day. Tell him he must not remove it, but that you will untie it when he comes home and you discover whether he plans to give you the one thing that you'd most like to receive on your birthday!' 'Oh, I love that. How naughty,' Melissa said. 'Mark, that's one birthday present you can definitely expect from me!' 'And if you make the bow big enough, his mates at work – and all the girls at work – will probably have a lot of fun wondering what that extra bulge is, the one that has suddenly appeared in his pants,' I added. 'I know feminists will hate this, but you have been blessed with a pair of the most enticing boobs. And I can't help thinking you should flaunt them occasionally - privately - whilst they are still at their most beautiful, physically...to really tease Mark.' 'How about having a couple of 'undies only' dinners with him? After he's sat across a candle-lit table from you, being constantly distracted from his steak dinner by your enticing breasts and nipples, you will tell him that dessert is something like Kahlua and cream – which he must, of course, lick from your nipples. And you won't mind at all if he asks for a second, or third, or fourth helping!' 'And then tell him he'll personally be providing the fresh cream for dessert at your next 'undies only' dinner...and he has to deliver it right to your dinner table!' 'Similarly, he'll be thrilled when you tell him you've always wished he could pop your cherry, and you'll be giving him the opportunity that evening because dessert will be fresh cherries that he'll be able to pluck from the most beautiful bowl imaginable...' 'And, a little more mundanely, if you are not already doing so, you should add Kegel exercises to your daily routine. I understand there is nothing more satisfying to a man than feeling his lady's vaginal muscles clasping, squeezing his cock. And these exercises should simultaneously and dramatically improve the lady's sexual gratification...and they are good preparation for childbirth which, of course, you are probably not thinking about yet!' 'When you get home, Google the word 'pompoir.' You might find it's a challenge you'd like to accept!' 'But that's probably enough 'information' from me for one session,' I concluded. 'Now please tell me about...' 'Yes, Mum. But I've first got to make a really urgent trip to the bathroom,' Mel interrupted. As I did too! I was damp, quite damp. And I could feel it. Preparing Melissa Pt. 04 Melissa and Kirsty organise a weekend away, just before Kirsty gets married...WOW! What a weekend! And Mel's Mum ultimately is responsible for their uninhibited behaviour. ***** Kirsty was soon to be married. 'I don't really just want to organise a hen's night for you. You've been my best friend, and a really close friend, for so long, so to mark the end of your freedom, let's get a room for a weekend down the coast – just the two of us – and let's do something that's fun, and really different,' Melissa suggested. 'We could grab a few bottles of wine, just hang out together, and talk nothing but men and sex. You might learn something from me, and I'm sure I'd learn something from you.' 'That would be great,' Kirsty agreed. 'There would be just one rule,' Melissa continued. 'We can talk about absolutely everything, no matter how private. No limits, no secrets – after all, we are best friends!' * * * * * The room had a double bed and a single bed. 'I'll toss you for the double,' said Mel when they arrived. 'Why bother?' Kirsty asked. 'We've come away together, to do everything together, so let's share the double bed together. I'm not suggesting like lesbo's...I've brought my PJs and I assume you have brought yours, and we could add another rule to our long list of rules for the weekend - that there will be no undressing in bed, either of yourself or of anyone else who might happen to also be in the bed.' 'If I find you snore, or you're too hot in bed, then I can always move to the single. It's not too far away, after all,' Kirsty added. So that was settled. Shortly after, Kirsty remarked: 'Mel you have the most beautiful body – great face, great lips, great eyes, great boobs, great legs. What part of your body do you like the most?' 'There's no contest with that – my boobs.' 'You know I've only ever seen them in your bikini or tucked in a bra. Would you mind, in the spirit of the weekend, letting me have a good look at them?' Kirsty asked. 'No problem,' said Mel. 'But you are going to have to pretend that you are Mark, and you are going to have to undress me.' So Kirsty undid the buttons down the front of Mel's top, and removed it. Then she unclipped Mel's bra strap and pushed the bra forward off her shoulders and arms, letting it fall to the floor. 'Wow,' she exclaimed, admiring Mel's firm, perfectly rounded, perfectly proportioned breasts. Her hands automatically moved forward – almost as a reflex – then suddenly stopped. 'Sorry, may I?' she asked. 'Of course, Kirsty,' Mel replied. 'You are way behind where Mark's hands, or indeed the hands of every guy who has ever been able to fondle them until now, would be by now.' Kirsty gently cupped Mel's breasts as only another girl knows how. 'So how about you? What's your best part?' Mel enquired. 'Well probably my clit,' Kirsty replied. 'Evidently it's quite big...as I first learned from your mother, and every man who has seen it since has reminded me.' 'MY mother has seen YOUR clit,' Mel said in astonishment. 'Yep,' Kirsty replied. 'But you must never tell her you know, or give her any clue that I've told you this. When we had our first talk she – thankfully - highlighted the sensitivity of my clit and pointed out my G-spot, explaining to me that we women had been given all our pleasure spots for a purpose...and we should embrace, not try to ignore them. This really opened my eyes to a whole new world of what it meant to be female.' 'You know,' Kirsty continued. 'I can't remember ever really seeing another girl's clitoris. Would you mind showing me yours, so I might have some idea about how big mine really is?' 'Sure,' Mel replied. 'And now it's your turn to undress me.' Kirsty removed Mel's shorts and then her undies. 'Where is it?' she asked. Mel took her hand and guided it between and up to the top of her labia. Kirsty's fingers were soon exploring another girl's 'privates' – the first time, she had ever done so. She kept feeling, touching, flicking, gently exploring just inside Mel's slit – until she was sure she had already pushed the boundaries and time limits to what Mel would probably have considered reasonable. How wonderfully generous her friend Mel was. And it – she – felt good. Very good. 'If guys feel the same way, no wonder they are so eager to get their fingers down there,' Kirsty thought to herself. Little could she have dreamed that later this weekend she would be feeling something much more intimate...and much more exciting. Soon thereafter Mel had Kirsty's shirt and bra lying on the floor, so both were now identically dressed – or, more correctly, undressed. 'Whilst you are in the raw, turn around and show me your butt,' Kirsty said. Mel did so, slowly, as if she was modelling a new dress. 'That's some bruise you have there, Mel,' Kirsty observed...and then realised it was in the shape of a hand. 'Mark's not hitting you, is he?' she blurted out. 'No,' replied Mel. 'He had me over his knee a couple of nights ago and just gave me a couple of sharp, good-humoured slaps with his hand.' She then proceeded to tell Kirsty about how her Mum had suggested she and Mark might add an occasional discipline session to their lovemaking...and how enjoyable she had discovered it to be. 'And what did he hit you for?' Kirsty asked. 'Because I had not yet thought about deep throating him.' And Mel then had to explain that she had never totally enjoyed having a mouthful of cum – or even a little pre-cum – and then having to swallow it. The prospect of deep throat, once she had mastered the technique, had obvious appeal because it would allow her to continue to provide Mark with something he obviously greatly enjoyed, perhaps without the unpleasantries. So it was something she would certainly consider. 'Time for a swim,' Kirsty decided...and both girls donned their bikinis. * * * * * 'Now tell me all about Luke. He was your first?' Mel really had no reason to check. 'Yes, and totally planned that way. And what you probably don't know is that your Mum helped me – she suggested how and where it should all happen.' 'WHAT?' Mel exclaimed. And what else had her mother done for Kirsty, she wondered. Kirsty then went on to explain how she had approached Luke, explained she was a virgin and asked him to deflower her, then how they had gone to the motel together, and how they eventually made it to bed. 'A bit more detail, please – all the intimate, interesting stuff,' Mel asked. 'What is his cock like, what was his cock like that first time?...You do know he is my cousin - so I really MUST know!' 'Well his cock is quite big – not particularly long, but the thickest one I've ever seen. I had a bit of trouble taking it in the first time or two, and it hurt like hell. But he was really so gentle...no hard thrusting...just a little bit in at a time...until it became obvious to us both that he just needed to finally give it one big push to get it right in.' 'After the first time or so, it actually felt quite comfortable. In fact, it's probably the most comfortable cock I've ever had inside me. It fills me completely. It's wonderful. You see those silly magazine articles about whether size really matters – well, if my experiences with Luke are any guide, it certainly does.' Both girls giggled. Mel mentally agreed. 'Because I had Luke all night, we tried it – making out - several times. And I came... twice...which made it all so nice.' 'And you've had it off with Luke a number of times since,' Mel said, more as a statement than as a question. 'Yes, he is very special to me and it's really nice having him inside. In fact - and I shouldn't be telling you this - I'm taking a few days off immediately before my wedding to prepare, and I've organised to have lunch with him on the Thursday and we've agreed to then adjourn to his flat for one final fling. I'm hoping, dreaming it will last all afternoon and that he gives me the best and longest screw he has ever given.' 'Oh, your dirty bitch,' Mel chuckled. 'But good on you...And by the way, what would YOU think if Vic was having it off with an old girlfriend or two, just a day or two before your wedding?' 'Well, I'd be in no position to object, would I?' Kirsty replied. Mel thought that here was an opportunity for her. She would offer Vic a 'final fling'. A sort of combination wedding present and gift to mark the end of his bachelorhood. She had previously kissed him, hugged him, but never had him between her legs. And that might be fun! In fact, she had never previously thought of inviting him to pay her an intimate visit down there. But Mel rapidly concluded that she could never ethically contemplate doing that to her very best friend! Nevertheless, it was a fun thought to have had. * * * * * The girls spent the rest of the day discussing, laughing, giggling about 'everything taboo.' They shared details of the best – and the worst – of their sexual experiences, in the process enhancing some men's reputations and trashing others. Both would be discreet about the information they shared – but that probably wasn't a necessity anyway because girls occasionally...sometimes...often...frequently gossip about their experiences. Perhaps remarkably, and certainly thankfully, there had been no one man who had had both girls – at least yet! Both fanaticised about boys that they both knew – what they would like to receive from some, what they would like to give to others. Some of the lads would have been delighted, had they known...others would have been mortified. And they fanaticised, as only girls can do. * * * * * When both girls climbed into bed together that night Melissa enquired: 'Hey, Kirsty. Would you have liked some cock tonight?' 'Of course,' was the reply. 'And how about you?' 'What do you think?' Melissa asked. They hugged each other, then briefly lay there holding hands. Both probably feared that during the night they might unconsciously think that the body next to them was that of their boyfriend, that they might reach over to touch him...and both were wondering what tomorrow might reveal. Today had been a real eye-opener for both of them. * * * * * Kirsty was very eager the next morning to see the toys that Mel had brought. Especially because Mel was happy to show her how to use them...and was willing to let her to give each of them a 'test run' for herself. Kirsty had never dreamed she would use such things. She had previously thought such 'marital aids' were only of interest to sluts or desperates... and Melissa, clearly, was neither. 'O.K., girls. Time to drop your pants and play with pussy,' Melissa announced. She also told Kirsty that she should remove her bra but leave her top on, unbuttoned. 'You could well have the urge to squeeze or tap your nipples while you are playing,' she suggested. So both girls stripped off – something that both still found a bit strange. It is not something that pubescent girls commonly do in public, even if 'public' is only in front of one other girl...and even if that girl is your closest friend. They both paraded their neatly-trimmed landing strips for the second time this weekend. 'There's Mum, again!' Mel thought to herself, correctly. And, had she reflected just a little more, she would have remembered that it was her Mum who had suggested that she and Mark should consider visiting a 'toy shop' – a visit that ultimately led to Mel starting the collection of 'toys' that she had brought along this weekend. 'Let's start with the most basic toy,' Melissa said, as she took a dildo and a tube of gel from her bag. 'I'd like you to meet Richard. But I usually call him Dick.' 'I presume you, sometime, have inserted something other than a tampon into your vagina,' she continued. She needn't have said this, had she recalled her Mum explaining to her that there was a higher calling for a zucchini than just becoming dinner. 'Well, this is really much the same...except Dick sometimes comes in my front door, and occasionally by my back door,' Mel said matter-of-factly as she lay on the bed and started inserting the dildo into her vagina. 'You and Mark do anal?' Kirsty responded. 'No, not quite yet...but I don't think it will be too far off. It's still in the practice phase.' 'I don't think I could,' Kirsty replied. 'I actually found it was far more difficult mentally accepting Dick in there, than I did physically accepting him up there,' Mel continued, as she pushed him in and out of her vagina a number times, savouring the sensation. 'Now it's your turn, Kirsty,' Mel said, giving Dick a vigorous cleansing with an anti-bacterial wipe. Kirsty could hardly refuse, even as she wondered where their conversation and their actions would ultimately lead. So Dick and Kirsty got acquainted...intimately. Dick was nowhere as thick, and therefore nowhere as satisfying as Luke's manhood had been...but Dick descended further than Luke had been able to do, satisfying Kirsty. 'While you are at it, would you like to try anal?' Mel enquired. 'No thank you, not this morning,' was the quick reply. 'Maybe another time.' Then Mel produced a string of beads and showed Kirsty how to hold one end just above her navel and the other behind her back. 'When you do this, try to get the beads to flick the opening to your ass hole as well as touching your clit,' Mel suggested. So Kirsty tried, pulling the bead string back and forth to experience for herself yet more interesting new sensations. Mel then took her vibrator from her bag. 'Every woman's friend!' she announced. Again Mel took the lead, demonstrating its use by first employing it to tease her nipples and areola. Then she stimulated her clit, her g-spot, her clit again, her increasingly-responsive g-spot. If Kirsty was apprehensive before, she was terrified by now...but there was no turning back. 'Relax,' said Mel. 'You'll enjoy it.' And Kirsty did. She soon had the vibrator buzzing, in and out, around and around, until she started to build. Melissa just watched patiently, saying absolutely nothing – until everything culminated with Kirsty experiencing an unusually intense orgasm. 'Wow!' was her reaction. 'Mel, you just have to take me shopping on our way home tomorrow. O.K.?' 'No way,' Mel replied. 'I can't deprive you and Vic of the delights of being virgin sex toy shoppers! Besides, I'm bringing a vibrator along to your wedding reception, as my wedding gift to you, so that you can display it alongside all the other wedding gifts you receive,' she kidded. 'Or, so you and I can both use it secretly under the wedding table, when the wedding speeches become too boring!' Kirsty giggled. Mel then demonstrated, and Kirsty experimented with the other toys that Mel had collected – her nipple erector, mini feather duster, remote-controlled vibrating egg, and her g-spot stimulator. 'Now roll over on your stomach, Kirsty,' Mel instructed. 'I have one last special delight for you.' 'You've actually been a very naughty girl this weekend,' she joked. 'Vic would be absolutely disgusted with you, had he known how mischievous you have been – and he's also very upset you haven't invited him along to share the fun. So...from him...' Mel reached into her bag and brought out 'The Corrector'. And Mel placed a couple of reasonably-gentle but reasonably-firm swipes on each of Kirsty's bare buttocks – leaving them a little red. 'That will give her – and Vic – another idea for to spicing up their impending married life,' Mel thought to herself, whilst reflecting on how successful 'regular discipline' had become in her own sexual relationship – as her ass had earlier unwittingly revealed to Kirsty. 'God, I'm hot. I'm going for a swim now...,' Mel announced. 'And you know, this is one time when I wish I could just swim naked,' she added. Kirsty drew the curtains back a little and peeped out. 'There is no-one anywhere near the pool, so why not? The worst they can do is to throw us out.' And she slipped off her shirt and wrapped her towel around herself – forgetting that both girls' buttocks would now reveal a lot more about each of them than they might wish, should any stranger steal a look at them. A minute later both were feeling even more liberated...totally liberated! * * * * * That night the girls decided to order a home delivered dinner to supplement the diet of wine that they had regularly consumed throughout the day. And they decided an 'undies only' dinner might be fun, if a bit weird – two girls just sitting across the table from one another, each staring at the other's bare boobs. By the time the food finally arrived, around eight, it was dark. They had no candles, but so they turned off the lights in their room, leaving the bathroom door ajar with its light on. Mel sat facing the door, so her breasts were fully illuminated. Kirsty had her back to the door, so her less-impressive mammaries were somewhat shaded. 'Let's pull the curtains back, for fun,' Kirsty suggested – having wondered what the point was of having a table at the window if the curtains remained drawn. 'It might give a thrill to anyone outside!' 'Might also bring in some cock - if we are lucky!' Mel replied. They dined, feeling as free and naturally-innocent as a pair of nine year-olds. Whatever occurred outside – if anything occurred outside – did not embarrass them at all. * * * * * 'And how about you?' Kirsty enquired just before the girls were ready to depart the next morning. 'When are you going to get engaged?' 'Well, you have your wedding, and then I'll strip Mark and give him the hardest wallop on his arse that he has ever received from 'The Corrector'. He'll yelp, and then ask why I've hit him so hard, and I'll tell him that he still hasn't proposed...and he should expect much more of the same from me...until he does.' 'And then, my dear friend and future Matron-of-Honour, you will have to organise something for us – something that must be far more exciting than this weekend has been!' And with this, the two girls embraced. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Author's Postscript: This is my first attempt at writing fiction – and writing erotica. I originally planned just one contribution, but it rapidly became four. So thanks everyone for the feedback on the earlier submissions – it's gratifying to know so many others are reading my efforts (over 10,000 in the first four days alone!), and many, many thanks for your votes and your many comments that have been really appreciated. And many thanks to Literotica for providing me with the channel for being able to attempt this. It has been an interesting experience, to say the least. And it has meant I have not slept well at night – a time when it seems I've simply continued thinking about how to develop the plot and how to best express it. There is more to (ahem) cum! As you might have guessed, I have some extreme (possibly weird) views about female sexuality. Guys are praised and encouraged. And they are doubly praised if they 'succeed' in 'laying' a virgin, and then 'take' her virginity. I'd argue that we must do much more to explain female sexuality to young men and to teach them how to more appropriately respect and – ultimately - provide young women with what they (the women) genuinely want, in a way they want it. Currently most men don't understand this. In contrast, girls have their sexuality repressed – if not suppressed. God, they already have enough burdens to bear – monthly periods, ensuring they don't become pregnant, ultimately enduring pregnancy and childbirth, then having the primary responsibility for raising their children...let alone having just a few short years from their late teens until they get married (presuming marriage means faithful monogamy, which it so often does) to totally explore and experience their own sexualities. Preparing Melissa Pt. 04 We owe it to every young woman to properly educate (inform) her about her sexuality (at home, at school, through the media, everywhere) and to encourage her to then embrace it and revel in it. And from their late teenage years, at the very latest...with the unambiguous, unmissable message that society is – metaphorically – on the sidelines cheering with her. It's strange, for example, that final year high school students are taught Advanced Calculus...but rarely given a lesson in Enjoying Sexuality. The latter would be far more useful to them throughout life – and the lessons far more interesting to them! So we need many, many more 'Mrs J's' who will talk to their daughters and others, and many more 'Melissas' and 'Kirstys' who are willing to listen and then to thoroughly enjoy their lives, enriched from what they have learned, in a lot more natural way. My immediate hope is that someone will soon write a non-judgemental essay (something very, very much better than my appallingly crude effort; and something that will become 'essential reading' for every young girl) indicating to young women that it is totally acceptable – indeed desirable – that they thoroughly embrace their sexuality...to be able to then enjoy, really enjoy it in every possible way. Preparing Melissa Pt. 05 Melissa and Kirsty both agreed their last weekend away had been an unbelievably enjoyable experience. Who would have imagined two twenty-somethings, one just about to be married and the other with a long-time live-in boyfriend, would - not once, but twice - be romping around their resort room absolutely naked, would be dining topless and skinny-dipping, would be sharing a bed together, and would be intimately - so intimately - touching, feeling, arousing one other. (Preparing Melissa Pt. 4) Both knew that weekend could never be paralleled. But both had decided they must have another weekend away. Alone, together, again. The special fun, the excitement, the exhilaration of that first weekend was just too alluring. So the date for another weekend was agreed, and the two set each other a challenge: to find or invent a different way to significantly enhance their sexual lives...the details of which they would then share on that second weekend. These were not to be fantasies - they had to have tried them, and then added them to the sex menu they shared with their partners. Both expected they would be 'fun' things because both had agreed that playing games with their partners had significantly enhanced their sex lives - not just in what they did, but in how often they were having sex. They booked the same room - just the short dash to the outdoor pool - packed an ample supply of wine...and Kirsty, thoughtfully, brought a couple of candles for their tiny dinner table - just in case... * * * * * Some hours after they arrived at the resort - having first had the opportunity to catch up on each other's news, all the gossip, and assess the quality of some of the wine they had brought - Mel suggested to Kirsty that it was time to 'share your new sex secret.' 'This one is fairly simple,' Kirsty replied. 'I bought a pair of crotch-less panties, which we call my 'peek-a-boo panties'.' 'Vic absolutely loves them. He loves pushing his fingers through the gap and then feeling around my mound and slit...and, occasionally when I choose to wear them whilst having sex, he likes the thought of having to push his penis through not one, but two holes, before he can finally deliver his load of cum.' 'And both of us agree that wearing my peek-a-boo panties while making love provides both of us with a slightly different, quite erotic sensation. In fact, some of the best sex we have had recently has been whilst I have been wearing them!' 'The other thing is that Vic makes me wear them out to the shops, when he insists I also wear a skirt. It seems to turn him on...he probably imagines or hopes I might accidentally expose myself down there...and we often end up in the car afterwards where he asks me to give him a 'peep at my privates'... which means I then have to lift my skirt so he can see whatever might be visible between my legs...but, as you can guess, that peep occasionally turns into a poke, or a pull, or a pash!' 'Vic says the 'peep at your privates' part of shopping is the best thing about any trip to the shops...and the other day he even embarrassed me by announcing, loud enough for others to hear, that it was 'just 5 minutes until my peep at your privates' whilst we were waiting in the checkout queue at the supermarket!' 'You must think Vic and I have become quite weird,' Kirsty said to Mel. 'Yes,' replied Mel. 'But weird in the best possible way. Isn't that the benefit of having a long partner - that you CAN be so playful, so often, and in the most unusual of situations?' And Mel thought that 'peek-a-boo panties' was exactly the right name for them, when she remembered that Kirsty had an unusually large clit that was continually playing peek-a-boo between her labial lips. 'I actually also enjoy occasionally wearing my peek-a-boo panties to the shops,' Kirsty continued. 'The inbuilt gap allows me to feel the breezes that come from the air conditioners and freezers in the supermarket over the whole of the area between my legs - and this gives me a sort of naughty feeling that I am naked, when in fact I'm clothed...and that frosty breeze going a little further up than usual, is a wonderfully stimulating sensation...especially on a warm day, or when I'm just hot!' 'Because I have found my peek-a-boo panties to be so much fun, I have bought you a pair. So, Melissa, out of your panties ...and into your new peek-a-boos...and then let me have a 'peep at your privates.' I promise you, that peep will not be the last you will receive!' Mel's 'sexing-up secret' was an adult version of the popular ABC friezes that are often a decorative feature in kids' bedrooms. Mel had concluded a couple of small blackboards would be the ideal bedroom decoration - so that the wording on them could be changed from time-to-time - and these now hung from the wall above the head of her bed. She had, however, brought them along this weekend, wrapped in a beach towel, for Kirsty to see. She unwrapped the boards, and instructed Kirsty to slowly read aloud what was written on them: 'TONIGHT A is for Arousal B is for Babe C is for Cum D is for Dreaming E is for Erotic F is for Fucking...naturally! G is for G-spot H is for Happiness I is for Intimate J is for Juices K is for Kissing L is for Loving M is for Mark=>Melissa...Mmm...More! N is for Nipples O is for Oh! Oral P is for Penetration Q is for Quickie R is for Romp S is for Sex T is for Tickling U is for Undies V is for Vamp W is for Wetness X is for X-rated Y is for Yes! Z is for zzz...which never occurs before S!' Kirsty had a good giggle. 'M worries me,' Kirsty observed. 'You are not allowing Mark to screw you yet, are you Mel? After all, you're not married yet!' she joked. 'Whatever gives you that idea, Kirsty?' Mel replied. 'I'm an unsullied virgin, hymen is completely intact, and Mark will only be able to take my virginity on our wedding night - just as I know Vic took your virginity on your wedding night...because he told me you screamed, you bled, and he saved the sheets to show me!' 'The bastard!' 'This is actually a very tame version of what sometimes appears,' Mel went on to explain. 'It sometimes gets very raunchy...and both of us even spent a couple of weeks trying to update it with the filthiest words we could find. That was particularly good fun.' 'But the sexy thing about it is, we can send messages to one another,' Mel continued. 'For example, I might discover two changes have just been made - D is for Doggie, T is for Tonight - which sends me a very unmistakable message.' 'So we both have to ensure we check the boards every evening to see what changes the other person might have made.' 'Other times I might simply tell Mark I want, for example, E, N and T tonight - sometimes choosing the letters deliberately, sometimes just choosing them at random. And some interesting evenings have resulted from picking letters at random - like if I were to suggest that you have X and Z tonight! ' 'Mark obviously knows I've brought the boards along this weekend, and I've promised him you'll change some of the words for us before I bring it home...so Kirsty, here's the chalk, and your challenge this weekend is to re-write the words for us.' 'Mmm,' thought Kirsty. 'Change 'Melissa' to 'Kirsty'...F would stay as it is, naturally!...I would be Interesting...T would be Tantalising...R would be Risky...and J would be Just Joking!'... * * * * * Their previous 'Undies Only' dinner had left the girls with the feeling that they were behaving like a pair of naughty schoolgirls. It was slightly risqué, the sort of thing that 'mature women', like them, just do not do! So, of course, it just had to be repeated - a home delivered meal, eaten whilst bare-breasted, seated at their small table at the window with its curtains wide open and facing the resort swimming pool. The only difference with this 'Second Annual Undies-Only Evening', as the pair quickly christened it, was that the table was lit by the candles, thoughtfully brought by Kirsty. As the evening progressed, the girls became aware that two young guys - probably construction workers from a nearby road extension - were sitting beside the pool drinking beers...and definitely looking their way. 'Let's give them a thrill,' Mel suggested playfully, as she moved from the table to completely open the bathroom door and flick on the bathroom light. That, along with the candles and the light coming into the room from the outside, was enough to clearly illuminate the scene in their room. 'Kirsty, you start by moving your hands up from your hips to your breasts and then give them a good lift,' Mel suggested. Then Mel did the same to her breasts. It was obvious they had the attention of the males. The girls had another few sips of their wine. 'If it's OK with you, I am going to come around and cup your breasts from behind,' Mel said. 'Yes, please go ahead,' Kirsty replied. So Mel again rose from her seat, moved behind Kirsty who had also stood up, pushed her boobs into Kirsty's back and placed her hands under Kirsty's breasts, slowly raising them...and held them aloft for a good few seconds. 'Now turn around,' Mel suggested. 'And point at my nipples, then give them a tiny squeeze with your fingers and then give them a kiss - but do it all slowly, so the boys get something to really excite them.' 'They will think we are a pair of lesbo's,' Kirsty laughed as she did as Mel had suggested. 'Good,' replied Mel. 'That's the whole idea!' They then returned to their seats and had yet another sip or two of wine...leaving the prying eyes to wonder what they might see next. 'How game are you Kirsty?' Mel asked. 'Would you be prepared to touch and kiss my breasts again and, very obviously, move your hands down between my legs?' 'Why not?' Kirsty replied. And so the teasing continued...occasionally...teasingly...between more sips of the wine and more girl gossip. Then Mel got up, turned her back to the window and slowly removed her nickers...then ran into the bathroom where she re-dressed before returning to join Kirsty at the table. The boys had not...did not... leave their chairs beside the pool. 'How about we give them one last, big thrill,' Kirsty later suggested. 'How about both of us make a dash straight for the pool, dive in, and then dash straight back to the room?' 'With undies on or off?' Mel asked... 'And just make sure the door is firmly wedged open,' Kirsty called to Mel as they were both about to leave the room... That night the girls collapsed into their bed together in absolute hysterics...wondering exactly what those two guys would be telling their workmates the next morning...wondering how many men would turn up for drinks around the pool the next night, hoping for an encore...or perhaps a totally different 'peep show'. * * * * * Towards the end of the weekend both girls agreed the 'Second Annual Undies-Only Evening' had again been a highlight...and both felt it was something that they now should extend in some way, so that their partners could become involved. So they set a date for dinner at Mel's unit and they agreed - because it had been such marvellous fun teasing the two voyeurs who had been sitting near the pool and so obviously watching them - that they would avail themselves of any opportunity that presented itself to tease their partners. So some months later... Dinner was about to be served. Vic and Mark were instructed to go to the bedroom and strip to their underpants. Melissa and Kirsty subsequently did the same, both emerging having brushed their hair and - unconsciously - adjusted their panties to maximise comfort and ensure that what little remained of their feminine modesties were adequately covered. As they took their places at the table, Mel reiterated that a strict 'look, but don't touch' rule was in force that night. Both Mel and Kirsty wondered, though, how long the boys would be able to obey this instruction...and, indeed, how long it would be before one, or both of them, might have to make a dash to the bathroom to 'relieve' themselves. Mel and Kirsty had discussed these possibilities during their weekend away - but had decided this would just add to the fun of the dinner...if not for the boys, at least for the two of them! Both Vic and Mark felt they had won the jackpot. Mark was seated directly opposite Kirsty and Mel took the chair opposite Vic. So both men had a new, previously-hidden, enticing, teasing set of boobs to constantly entertain their eyes that evening. Dinner was excellent...but both boys experienced extended, unanticipated pain. Vic, in particular, was constantly distracted by Mel's perfectly raised, perfectly rounded breasts and couldn't help fanaticising. He wondered when... he hoped...he would receive some indication he was welcome to run his hands up and around those beautiful spheres...perhaps be allowed to flick her nipples with his tongue... maybe, even...maybe even be able to take her breasts into his mouth to give them a satisfying suck... He wondered just when, and where, Mel had first allowed some lucky young lad to lift her bikini top to become the first man to lay eyes on her perfect tits...and how much further she had then allowed him to go. Perhaps he had been allowed to touch those beckoning breasts...maybe even allowed to kiss her teenage nipples, which still had yet to be fully formed...perhaps, even, his hand may have strayed down between... Then he pictured Mel during her pre-teen years. With a typical little girl's 'flat' chest, her mons as smooth and bare as...well, as smooth and bare as every prepubescent mons. If only Mel knew how much he wished he was now sitting at a glass-topped table and she was bottom-less, instead of being top-less - sorry, she was BOTH top-less and bottom-less!! - and he was able to examine that now-mature mound through the glass of the table top. Would it be covered with thick bush?...be neatly trimmed?...perhaps totally bare? 'Bald' should be the only way for her to be, he rapidly concluded. And then he imagined Mel, transforming during puberty...gazing into her mirror most nights... watching her tiny breast buds emerging...then watching her pubic hair sprout, growing ever so slowly, to ultimately completely cover her now much more-visible, more-pronounced teenage mound...and those tiny buds gradually becoming beautifully rounded breasts...which she lovingly and repeatedly caressed as she repeatedly checked their development in her mirror...gradually sculpting them with her hands into the perfect shapes she now possessed...wishing they would become a just little larger, a little fuller...then, having reached the size and shape that she knew that every man would want to touch - and every other woman would envy - willed them...willed them...willed them to immediately stop growing...whilst, all the time, having ever-more regular, ever-more vivid thoughts about a young prince whisking her away to... And Vic also imagined her in a few years' time. Those well-rounded, taught breasts engorged...straining...almost bursting...with perhaps a tiny drop of her milk occasionally dripping from the tip of her nipples. He even dreamed, that if her baby was unable to take all her milk, he might be invited over on an 'emergency' mission to suck her breasts dry, to completely empty her breasts - at least for an hour or so - so her bursting breasts might receive the relief they were so desperately seeking. He wondered just when that invitation might come for him to feel her breasts, savour her nipples...and... He realised her boobs - and his thoughts - had led him to develop a significant erection... And he hoped that no-one would notice the small damp patches that occasionally become visible on his underpants...that dampness emerging from the very tip of his erect penis! And, he wondered, how was Mark coping? Did he also have an erection hidden under the table?...just inches away from two tight but presumably now-receptive innies, either of which would be more-than-capable of providing instant relief! ...After the main course was finished, Mark walked to the kitchen and returned with another bottle of wine. He topped-up Kirsty's glass, allowing his hand to 'accidentally' brush up her naked breast. 'No touching. That's the strict rule,' Melissa said, having observed her friend's reaction. 'Bad boy...go to your room...whilst I fetch The Corrector for Kirsty.' Mark departed, soon followed by Kirsty. 'Two good wacks would be appropriate,' Mel called after them. 'And don't forget the house rules - The Corrector must ALWAYS be administered to bare buttocks, and can only be used by someone with bare buttocks.' Both Mel and Vic awaited the sound of ...'wack', 'wack'. Kirsty and Mark soon returned - both re-attired in their undies, their modesties restored, and both smiling broadly. Mel then revealed that, while they were elsewhere, Vic had indicated he thought two wacks was a very small price for being allowed to touch. 'What do you think, Kirsty? Should I now let him touch my boobs for two wacks...or perhaps allow him to lick them for three?' she said playfully. 'Or a squeeze AND lick them for four?' Vic added, hopefully. Mark then had to silently watch as Vic cupped Mel's boobs and squeezed them, then took both into his mouth - as far as he could - before allowing each in turn to slowly, ever so slowly, be withdrawn. Vic was sure he heard a two faint 'pops' at the precise moments when each of Mel's nipples - now standing very rigidly to attention - was finally freed from between his tightly-pursed lips. And it occurred to Mel that this was the first time, the first time in many years, her breasts and nipples had been inside another man's mouth - that is, in a mouth that did not belong to Mark...who, of course, was receiving regular and satisfying tastes of her breasts. Mel, to her surprise, also found Vic's mouthing somewhat more than just 'a little' pleasurable. Whilst Mel was enjoying this novel sensation, Mark was feeling a little annoyed that HIS lady was so quick to share her beautiful breasts with someone other than himself. He made a mental note that Melissa's ass would be feeling the pain of his hand later that night...soon to be followed by his manhood thrust deep into her hole, delivering a huge load of cum as far as he could shoot it. Unconsciously he was wanting to reclaim Melissa, wanting her to return to being exclusively 'his' - just as a dog symbolically claims ownership of a particular object in its territory by lifting its leg. In the bedroom Vic watched as Mel dropped her undies - and suddenly realised they were crotch-less panties... And she had been wearing them all night! What a tease...what a liberated, what an uninhibited, what a fabulously fun lady this Mel was! As if sitting directly across the table, unable to avoid her superb breasts, hadn't been arousing enough for him...now she was teasing him with the prospect of glimpsing her pubes and her slash a few times that night. He could hardly wait until they moved to the lounge to drink their coffee, where he would then have an uninterrupted view of her panties...her panties with that strategically-placed additional slit! He savoured the short moment, though, when he actually saw Melissa fully naked. This, of course, was the first time he had been lucky enough to do so. And there! Vic's earlier question had just been answered...she had a perfectly trimmed landing strip - one that was not all that different to the landing strip his wife had revealed and then displayed to Mark just a few moments earlier. Then...Wack. Melissa raised her arm...and held it momentarily... to allow Vic to focus on what was to follow...Wack. Preparing Melissa Pt. 05 Then, rapidly...Wack. And a long wait, a very long wait... 'Get back down...bad boy!' Kirsty and Mark overheard coming from the bedroom. . Then...Wack...with Mel increasing the force of that final blow to Vic's bare backside. 'Ouch...oh,' he quietly uttered, almost to himself. Mel had enjoyed punishing him, as much as Vic had enjoyed receiving his more-than-fair return for his unanticipated 'touching'. But now Vic had also to wish that the tiny droplets he involuntarily ejaculated on to Mel's bed linen whilst receiving that final swipe would remain unnoticed. Whilst Mel was exciting Vic, she imagined that in the room next door Mark's mouth would be secretly, gently sucking Kirsty's breasts - perhaps numerous times! She was sure that Mark would have suggested that this would only be fair - to everyone present that night - and she was equally sure that Kirsty would have agreed. As Vic was pulling on his undies, he noticed Mel's bedroom blackboards. Yes, 'D is for Discipline' was correct. But M should read 'M is for More', he thought...especially if it could again be delivered to him by this vision splendid - openly vaunting her beguiling boobs, wearing those panties with their extra 'come hither' hole - who had been teasing him all-too-painfully that whole evening. 'Time for dessert,' Mel announced. "And boys, Kirsty and I served the first course, so now it's your turn. It's in the big box on the bench - but please be very careful opening it.' Mark and Vic headed for the kitchen. Mel waited for their reaction... When she heard their laughs, she called 'And you both have to serve it, similarly attired.' Mel leaned over and took two big blue bows from her handbag. She handed one to Kirsty. 'For you to tie on Mark. And I have one I am going to attach to Vic.' And Mel took Kirsty into the kitchen when she saw - to her absolute delight - a cake in the shape of a giant erection, sporting a big blue bow around its base. Kirsty could not stop laughing at the thought of the cake - whilst she attached her ribbon to Mark's now-erect member, which she teased first with a couple of gentle, surreptitious squeezes. Somehow - not knowing how - Mark kept control of himself. Kirsty had taken a real risk of having her face splattered with an explosion of cum...and that would not have been a good look in her friend Mel's kitchen!! ...As they departed that night, Vic wondered how soon it would be before the girls organised a full-on ménage à quatre... ...And when Melissa emerged from her shower the next morning - following a night of particularly steamy romance when she obediently submitted her every orifice and her every mound to her man, and he finally agreed she should set a date for their wedding...or, should that be... he finally agreed that she should set a date for their wedding, and she eagerly submitted her every orifice and her every mound to her man??? - her dainty derrière was displaying the unmistakable outline of a hand having recently given it some VERY serious attention. Preparing Melissa Pt. 06 Melissa writes to her Mum...revealing all, confessing everything...but not quite everything! Dear Mum, You cannot appreciate how much the talks about sex that you and I had some years ago have influenced my life. I am forever grateful. I know you would love to know exactly what influence they have had and, because you were unusually forthcoming in your discussions with me, I feel I should now be equally candid with you...but I am still too embarrassed to talk to you face-to-face, so I hope you will excuse receiving the information in this more formal written form. But, perhaps, if you are pleased with what you are about to read, you may decide to treasure the information as a sort of keepsake from an extremely grateful daughter. Because, in short, you ensured that I have enjoyed an absolutely fantastic sex life. And, for that, I cannot thank you enough. But let me go back to the start. Do you remember accompanying me to an appointment with Dr. O'Connor, so I could be given my first prescription for The Pill? I'm so thankful you came, because that consultation was an absolutely nightmare for me. I really appreciated having you there when I left the examination room, although I just couldn't say anything to you at the time. Dr O'Connor started by quizzing me in detail about my sexual history. Things like whether I had previously had sex, whether I masturbated and how often, how I felt about losing my virginity, what sort of sexual dreams I was experiencing. Questions that a young virgin never expects to be asked. He asked me to recall some of the dreams I had most frequently. So I told him I most often dreamed of kissing and then having sex with a couple of the boys from popular television serials. And, as we passionately made out, we were being secretly watched by girls from school – which I didn't seem to mind at all, because their presence urged me on to orgasm. And then, when I woke up I would discover I was very wet between my legs – almost as if the boy in my dreams had ejaculated in me – or, at least, how I then imagined I would feel with ejaculant inside my vagina. Dr. O'Connor explained to me, thankfully, that this was really a very good sign – the fact that I was having these dreams and having sleep-gasms, as they are evidently called, indicated that I was now totally mature sexually and mentally ready to start an active sex life. And not being concerned about being watched by others simply indicated I had an extremely healthy view about issues such as being naked. He even suggested that once I had started having sex, the television actors would soon be replaced in my sleep-gasms with flashbacks, real or imagined, involving the men who had actually penetrated me. Then he told me to strip...and he just sat there and watched as I removed my clothes! He didn't provide a screen or anything...and this was very uneasy for me, because this was the first time in my life that I had seen him unaccompanied. I did turn my back to him, though, as I removed my bra and dropped my knickers. I'll always remember his words when I turned around: 'Very pretty young face...' 'Well filled breasts...' 'BUT A HAIRY LITTLE CUNT...' 'We will need to trim that so I can properly examine your mons and your labia...so up on the examination table and spread your legs apart for me.' He then collected some scissors and an examination tray. 'And, if you are going to start having sex, you are going to have to learn to spread your legs a lot further apart than that!' He then quickly cut off the pubic hair that I had so proudly watched emerging just a few years earlier. Handfuls of it, which he dropped in the examination dish, before he then trimmed all the remaining hair from right around my labia – frequently lifting the labial flaps and pulling them to one side and then back again. I remember that was not an overly-enjoyable experience! 'Your Mons is nice and puffy, as it should be for a mature teenage girl, and your labia seem to be fine...Now I'm going to have to feel a few other places, so please just try to relax Melissa – perhaps just try to appreciate all of the different tactile sensations that you'll feel. And, if you want to, please close your eyes while I do it – because many women find that helps to enhance the experience.' He then thoroughly examined me. He seemed to play with my clitoris for a very long time, then inserted a finger into my vagina – and very gently massaged the ridges around my g-spot, and again continued to do so for quite a long time. It was only, quite some time later, that I realised there was absolutely no way he could have been looking for anything of medical significance. He was simply trying to feel how much my Skene's Glands were swelling in response to his stimulation! And engorge they did – as I discovered when he removed his fingers and he gave the whole of the area a squeeze. Had I thought about it at the time, I should have pissed all over his face and all over his surgery! He then told me that I was unusually 'tight'...and recommended it would be best for me to have a vaginal dilation before I attempted to have intercourse. I asked what that involved, then decided your advice about inserting a zucchini into my vagina was worth trying first. He told me that he had given quite a few girls a vaginal dilation and that this had really helped them on their first occasions they experienced penetration. I felt this was a bit unusual – it was not a procedure that I was aware that girls commonly received. I was a lot more aware of female virgins having a clitorectomy than receiving a vaginal dilation – so concluded that, in fact, vaginal dilations must be extremely rare. And I'm sure that had I suggested an alternative to Dr O'Connor - like vaginally dilating me 'naturally', by simply thrusting his hard-on up my vagina, I would have been given one of the fastest deflorations ever received! I probably would have bled and screamed, had he done so - and I'm sure, after he had done so, that he would have discovered my virgin hole was not unusually 'tight'. And I'm surprised he didn't also tell me I had an abnormally thick, intact hymen that he needed to medically perforate – as a matter of urgently! He also seemed to be transfixed with my breasts. He rubbed and fondled them – both when I was lying on the examination table and when I was standing up. I thought, for a while, there must be a problem with them because he examined then for so long and so closely. In fact, he examined my nipples so closely that at one point I thought he was about to kiss them. He told me that they were the most perfectly formed breasts he had ever seen, and asked if he could take photographs of them for his records, so he would be able to compare them in future years to see, for example, when they showed the first signs of droop. Foolishly, I agreed. So, somewhere, that sleaze has photos of me - absolutely naked, in all of my teenage virginal innocence...displaying a very roughly-trimmed black box! I often also wonder how many other people have seen those pictures of me as a fully-naked teen...and whether he might have pretended to them that he had been privileged to give me the recommended vaginal dilation...and witness me bleed and scream. And, even though I was asking him to give me a prescription for The Pill, he also gave me a full rectal examination. He pushed two fingers, and possibly three fingers, right up my hole – as far as was possible - and then asked me to squeeze them as hard as I could. I've never felt so humiliated in all my life! And this time I bled! It was all just so frightening for a young girl, a young virgin - just wishing to prepare properly for her very first experience. Thankfully, I came away with the prescription...but I never want to meet that man again. I just wish you had come into the examination room with me, because I suspect the consultation would then have been very different. And thankyou for paying for The Pill for all those years. I cannot now calculate how much per man, or per ejaculation received, or per orgasm it cost you – but I can assure you it was money that was very well spent! In fact, it's probably a shame that I didn't make a few notes about each of my sexual experiences because I know I have had a really interesting sex life so far – thanks largely to you...and I have even thought about recording some of my experiences in a 'Sustaining Melissa Sexually' book. But now, on to the event I know you're just dying to know about...the event that I know you have yearned for years to ask me about, but you felt you never should. I won't tell you who took my virginity, but you knew Mr First Time and I know you liked him. But I can tell you where and when it happened. I decided that losing my virginity would be an appropriate celebration of having finished school and having been accepted into university, so it happened during that long vacation. And, I think, this was exactly the ideal time for it to occur. Do you remember you and Dad went to a Neil Diamond concert and then spent the night in a hotel in the city? Well, whilst you were listening to him sing 'Hot August Night', I was experiencing a very hot August night...in YOUR bed! I used my beach towel and bath towel to cover the sheets, we aired the room very well the next morning, and I remade the bed before you came home – so you couldn't have any idea that I went into your room a virgin, and was not one when I came out, all whilst you were away. I had suggested to Mr You're About to Do It that we go to dinner first, but think that was a bit of a waste. It was really just a pleasant entrée for the main event and, throughout dinner, both us could only think about what was soon to happen. It probably would have been better had we simply got on with it as soon as he arrived that evening. I 'borrowed' a little of your gel, believing I might still have a 'tight' tunnel, and that certainly helped. Then Mr Push It In did exactly that – and his penis slid in quite easily, I had no real discomfort, and I did not bleed...although I know I leaked a bit that night! And I had lost my virginity! A complete woman at last! Another milestone reached! I had Mr Deflowerer in me three times that night. Each time we used the Missionary Position, not wanting to be too adventurous just yet. I think the third attempt was a little of an effort for him – but I increasingly enjoyed being filled. I'm not sure that I was the first girl he had laid – which was probably to my advantage! – but I am pretty sure that mine was the first virginity he had ever taken. And he knew I was a virgin, because I was quite up-front with him about that. So he may even have ended up being a little disappointed that his penis did not emerge coated with the 'usual' virgin's blood, or that I was able to take his penis in without any screaming – but, to his credit, he never said anything. And have I seen him since? You bet! I think he gave me my first Doggie, and I think he was the first to ensure I was adequately 'wet' right up inside as we made out whilst I was standing – which happened in the shower. And I ensured he brought me to an orgasm – something I didn't experience with him that first night...but something I felt he owed me for having been the one to deprive me of my virginity. And, in those days when I was having sleep-gasms, he also visited me a couple of times in my dreams – again leaving me very wet between my legs. So he turned out to be good value. And I will always remember him, if just for being my 'first'...the first man in me...my first Doggie...my first standing-up...my first orgasm. But I kept lots of other 'firsts' to later share with other guys – so he didn't get everything! You'll be pleased to know that at university I didn't earn a reputation for myself as a slut. I tried to limit myself to one man per term, which is very much less than some girls were getting!! So, with so many boys being available, I generally had to give a little thought to who I would have. But that was not always the case. I did have one 'love at first sight, let's hop into bed as quickly as we can' experience...and I'm glad I did experience that, because every girl dreams that at least one man will simply sweep her off her feet and straight into bed. And if there was one occasion when I was really grateful to you that I was safely on The Pill, it was this one. It was one of those nights when I would not have otherwise cared to check that I was 'safe'. I just wanted to be fucked. And fucked again. And again. But he wasn't around for long. His technique in bed turned out to be sadly lacking, so I soon swapped him for a model with a vastly superior performance! I do hope, though, that all those men who I invited inside whilst I was at university went away thinking I was a fun chick to screw. ...which, of course, I have to thank you for, because it was you who told me that sex should always be fun. And you simply reinforced this when we had that chat after Mark had been around for a while. In fact, you are probably partly responsible for the most memorable sexual experience I have had since that evening when I lost my virginity – because it was, as you had recommended, just something that was 'a fun event.' Mark and I had decided to spend 36 hours in the cot – from 9 on Friday night until 9 on Sunday morning. We turned off all our phones, brought in some nibbles and some wine, turned down the lights...and then went for it like a pair of randy rabbits! I lost count of how many times we had sex...or how many times he bought me to orgasm. I can just remember, all I kept wanting was to have more, lots more! The vibrators and other toys were given a good work-out whenever Mark felt his manhood was just not up to it...and he received more blow jobs than I'd care to remember. We did it in the bed, on the bed, on the floor...doggy, missionary, cowgirl, head-over-heels, vixen...you name it. And positions, incidentally, we learned from the wonderful book you gave us. By Sunday morning we were completely fucked (exhausted!)... euphorically happy... and, of course, quite sore! I don't think we had – or could have had - sex for another week after that. But why am I telling you this? I do, however, also have to let you know how much your little chat with Kirsty changed her life...as well as – somewhat unexpectedly – mine. If you think you have helped me, then you've helped Kirsty many times more. She had very little idea about sex before she spoke with you, and it seems you explained to her how necessary it was for a woman to be sexually fulfilled...and how fun and exciting that could be. Without your guidance, there is no way she could ever have attracted Vic – who is the perfect man for her in all ways. And I mean all ways! And you know that cousin Luke took her virginity. If only I had known she was planning for him to do so, I would have had him first – telling him to have a trial run inside me! And, had I known early enough, Luke could even have had the thrill of defiling both of us. Oh, I am such a dirty little slut!! (Not that I am complaining, because my first Mr Wonderful did a more-than-adequate job in servicing me on that first occasion...and a number of occasions after that!) Kirsty and I, as you know, have become very close and we have had two memorable weekends away together – just laughing, laughing, and talking nothing but sex. Not that anything happened either time that either of us – or you – could be ashamed about. But it's obvious that 'Mrs J's advice' is now writ large on much of Kirsty's thinking and the things that she does. So if you were providing your advice professionally, I'd be telling you that Kirsty is 'another happy customer'. Almost all of the advice you gave me I have accepted. But, I regret to tell you, we've done some 'bonking' that has not been 'in bed'! But, I'm sure you will appreciate that again we were simply following your advice about playing with each other and having good fun. Like, when we were returning recently from New York. We started by playing with each other, just teasing each other, in the airport departure lounge whilst waiting for the flight. And once on the plane, Mark asked for an extra blanket so we could continue our play without any of the other passengers or crew seeing what we were doing. At one point Mark had his head under the blanket, and was having a quick look between my legs – having undone the front of my jeans and then pulled the elastic of my panties down towards my feet. 'I'm just going to see the pilot and ask him to come and assess your landing strip for its suitability, should he be required to perform an emergency descent and touch-down...and, then before he goes, I'll ask him to undertake a full pre-departure check of your cock-pit. I'm sure he'll have a detailed check-list of things to examine,' he suggested to me. I almost wet myself laughing, and thinking of the possibilities. Suddenly 'in-flight service' and 'flying with a joy-stick' took on a whole new meaning. But, eventually our play became too much for both of us! So both of us headed for the aircraft toilet – where we might become members of the Mile High Club. You'll really appreciate what happened next. It wasn't just a quicky! He completely stripped me – not something that I'd normally expect to occur in an airline toilet...and I dropped his pants. Then, although we were right next to the galley and - although it took a lot, lot longer than the few minutes it usually takes to have a pee in an airline toilet – he pinned me up against the wall, somewhat uncomfortably, and kissed me, really kissed me for several minutes...then paid considerable attention to my breasts and nipples...before proceeding to lick, suck and lubricate my most intimate parts. I responded by taking his erection into my mouth, being careful to hold it there just long enough to ensure that it was fully erect - but not for long enough for him to cum. Then, as quickly as we could organise it, his manhood dived into my innie – which was a bit more than the usual challenge because of the very limited space available on the plane – but that just made it all the more fun!)...and then I used my Kegel training to hold him in as tightly as possible and force an explosion of cum. And suddenly it felt to me like the plane had dropped 10,000 feet! I yelped a bit...which I'm sure the crew in the galley next door must have heard...and then there was a gentle knock on the door to which I, instinctively, simply replied 'occupied' – which was very true in two respects! Eventually we had to clean up...or try to clean up. Again this was a bit of a challenge...and I probably returned to my seat with that delightful after-sex aroma...with Mark having strict instructions that, under no circumstances, was he to touch my pants again until we got home! But, as we left the lavatory, we both got great smiles from the galley crew and from a young guy who was standing waiting for a cubicle to be vacated. So both of us are now fully-fledged members of the Mile High Club...and I can honestly say that 'service' is first-class when flying United! Anyway, I must go. Mark has just arrived home and he's going to find we now need some time in bed before he gets fed – and the way I'm feeling, after all this reminiscing, dinner might be VERY late tonight! Lots of love from your very grateful baby, Melissa xxxx oooo * * * * * What Melissa did not tell her mother was that, whilst at university, she had also been voted 'Miss Best Boobs' and that she had also been invited to enter a 'Perfect Pussy' contest. Preparing Melissa Pt. 06 She entered the 'Miss Best Boobs' competition – even though it was what Australian's call 'a lay down misère' (a no-contest, or a contest with a predictably certain result) for her – but she declined the invitation to participate in the 'Perfect Pussy' contest. For that competition, she imagined herself standing on a table, naked – at least from the waist down – while a number of men took turns to closely inspect her pubic trim, salivate at her labia, try to see what might be hidden up her hole...perhaps then asking her to spread her labia apart so they might check her pink bits, especially her big C (although Melissa thought they would find her love button to be quite average – so it was probably more of a little c!)...before then discussing her privates...itemising her feminine-site 'pros' and 'cons' and comparing them to what they had seen displayed between the other contestants' legs...and, likely, then going off and telling lots of other guys what they had seen! And, of course, the 'presentation' function would follow, giving who-knows-how-many men a glimpse – and probably much more than just a glimpse – of her pussy. So she decided her privates would not be given a public showing...even though this would, most likely, have been the first occasion that the same girl had won both competitions. And, besides, she did not have enough time to trim her pubic hair appropriately! If she was to win the competition she would want to display something more than the usual landing-strip – perhaps a delicate feminine heart...or, even better, a big 'tick'...but there was not enough time to allow her pubes to regrow and be able to trim them. So thanks, but no thanks guys...at least this year. The 'Miss Best Boobs' competition was held in a local bar and was judged by popular acclaim among those who were present. Contestants - including Melissa – paraded naked from the waist up, displaying their sweater puppies. Melissa's breasts were so perfectly rounded, so perfectly full and still showing absolutely no evidence of any droop...and her nipples were presenting at their absolute best, being gently caressed by the breeze from the air conditioner on the wall behind the contestants. And she had no reservations about displaying her breasts in public. Especially as the 'cover charge' (sic) for those attending was for a women's-help organisation. And, she figured, the exposure she received would enhance her chances of being chatted-up by a greater number of appreciative men whilst at university – and that might be fun! On stage, Melissa played to the crowd. She ran her fingers around the tiny valley at the base of her boobs, and lifted her breasts – not that they allowed her to raise them very far! And she tweaked her nipples with her well-manicured fingers. She even pretended to grab the top of her pants to pull them down. The reception, as expected, was enormous – and she won the contest overwhelmingly. She was then asked if she might agree to auction her boobs, to raise some extra money for the women's-help cause – the prize for the highest bidder being a 3-minute feel and lick of her mammaries. How could she refuse? $65 poorer, the lucky guy was soon touching, feeling, caressing, licking, sucking, enjoying Mel's boobs in a quiet corner of the bar – shielded by a few mates who had developed noticeable hard-ons. Mel was extraordinarily impressed with the gentle and respectful treatment she received from this very sexy, and obviously generous, guy. So she suggested to him that, if he increased his donation to $200, she would spend the night with him – and provide him with all the usual '(in)side benefits'. But that must be for just the two of them – well away from the eyes of everybody else! This was to be the one and only time Mel ever offered to 'prostitute' herself. What would her father have thought of this? Was it deja-vu perhaps? Preparing Melissa 'I think men, having historically been a lot more liberated, are still a lot happier than women about talking about sex, about having sex and about trying to have sex...and it's really full marks to them,' I added – simultaneously feeling that I was, perhaps, preaching just a little too much. 'Now I just want to fetch something else for you, so while I'm out of the room please let your fingers re-visit some of the areas around your body that we've just explored.' I went to the kitchen and selected a suitably-sized zucchini from the refrigerator crisper, then went to my bedroom and took the tube of KY gel from my top bedside drawer. 'How are you going?' I enquired on my return. 'Any problems or questions so far?' 'No,' she replied. 'But we've done things I would never have dreamed we'd be doing when I came here today. So, thank you so very much, Mrs J.' 'Well, you seem to have enjoyed most of what you've experienced so far,' I replied. 'And in some ways you are probably now better informed than Mel, because there is absolutely no way I could even think of touching my own daughter's body in the way you've allowed me to touch yours this afternoon.' 'And, as you probably know, my recent chat with Mel was about getting prepared to have sex with a man for the first time, so we had better move on to that.' 'Because she is about to finish school and go to university, it's likely she will become sexually active in the not-too-distant future and I want her to totally enjoy that new experience right from the start.' 'And, as you know, what that means is experiencing the sensation of having a guy's stiff penis shooting down, deep down into your vagina.' Kirsty nodded. So I continued. 'The thing that almost every girl worries about is how much this will hurt, and how much she will bleed during the first few times she is penetrated. So I have suggested to Mel that one way she can ensure any pain is minimised and any bleeding is avoided is to open up her love tunnel in advance. For example, by using something like this zucchini to simulate how that penis will be thrust up into her on that very first occasion.' 'You seem to be fairly relaxed, you seem to be suitably wet down below, so now might be a good opportunity for you to try this,' I suggested. 'It will open you up a little...but you'll still completely retain your virginity.' 'Mmm,' she responded. 'I'm not sure...but I've appreciated everything else you've done for me today...so perhaps we could try it.' After a little instruction and having applied an assisting-smear of gel to the zucchini, I parted her labia as she eased the zucchini, tentatively, into her hole. 'Push it a little further in...and a little further...and a little more...bring it back just a little...now push it further down again.' She flinched, and grimaced for a second or two. 'You're doing well,' I assured her. 'Keep pushing it down...right down, right down as far as you can go...now bring it up about half way...and quickly push it right down again...and now slowly bring it out.' 'You've bled just a tiny bit, which is wonderful,' I observed after the zucchini emerged sporting a smear of blood. 'That will certainly make your first experience with a boy a lot, lot more pleasurable for you.' 'So now put it in again and push it right down...and out...and right back in...and take it completely out just a couple more times.' 'That's fabulous. You've done very well and you now deserve a break. But before you get dressed, let me suggest just one last thing.' 'Boys will want to kiss and suck you down there, which you'll find to be extremely pleasurable. But they'll be expecting to kiss and suck your clit and the entrance of your vagina. They certainly won't be wanting to also receive a mouthful of hair, so what I've suggested to Mel is, before she starts letting them play around that area, she shaves all her pubic hair off except for a little Brazilian landing strip which runs basically the width of my finger from here to here.' And I ran my middle finger gently up from her clit, over her mound, to the far line of her pubic hair. 'But if you do decide to shave and trim down there, please be extremely careful,' I added. 'We wouldn't want you nicking or scalping your wonderful clit - ending up having greatly diminished feeling down there for the rest of your life.' I then moved up the side of the bed saying 'you've been a fabulous student and deserve an A+,' as I lightly kissed her on the forehead. 'Thanks Mrs J,' she said. 'I can't wait to now see what homework you've set,' she added cheekily. I picked up the zucchini, gave it a wipe on the end of the towel, and handed it to her. 'Have fun with Daniel!' I suggested. 'I'll leave you to towel off, visit the bathroom if necessary, and then jump back into your school uniform while I put the kettle on...and then we can talk about something else that Mel and I discussed.' Kirsty soon appeared in the kitchen and accepted a cup of coffee. I proceeded to explain the benefits of being on the Pill from the time she became sexually active, and suggested she consider getting a script to start stockpiling a small quantity in readiness for that day. I didn't volunteer to accompany her to the doctor's...but regretted I wouldn't see his reaction when he discovered her super-sized clitoris...which, undoubtedly, would impel him to undertake further intimate examination and, perhaps, would culminate with an almost-imperceptible squeeze of her clitoris - a silent salute to this young lady's luck in having an unusually-enhanced star of the show. I also guessed that next morning Kirsty's crotch would need a good sudsing when she showered - following a night when her clit would undoubtedly have received considerably more attention than ever before. 'Good luck, girl,' I thought. * * * * * A few weeks later Mel told me that Kirsty had asked her to thank me very much for our little chat. She added that she got the impression that Kirsty had learned an enormous amount from me. And some time after that, Mel again thanked me. Her first experience, which she had decided would be the appropriate celebration of finishing school and starting university, was, she declared, 'simply wonderful.' I embraced her, telling her I was happy for her and that she could look forward to just one further advice session from her mother before we inevitably started talking babies and childbirth – and that would be after she had played the field for a bit and then settled down with a regular partner. I'd give her some suggestions at that time about how to lift her regular sexual enjoyment a notch or two...and perhaps a lot, lot more. Preparing of Cersei's Royal Feet The Queen paced back and forth within her royal chambers, her mind filled with sordid thoughts on the night to come. A perpetual smirk remained strong upon that privileged visage, one that betrayed no hint of modesty or humility as she strutted about, her feet bare on the cold stone floor, with her signature gold and ruby goblet filled with the finest Arbor wine. Nor did her attire, which consisted solely of a thigh-high Lannister crimson night dress that a man could see right through to her eternally erect pink nipples and the curve of her pert, supple arse and her crack underneath. Her long, golden locks were fashioned elaborately atop her head, a thousand different braids overlapping and intertwining with one another; a style fit for a Queen, one she might wear in public, though only the King would laid eyes on her tonight. Well, the King, and her cuckolded one-time courtier, Lord Tomard of Driftmark. Or as the Queen liked to mockingly refer to him as, "Count Cuckard, Preparer of the King's Prize" She took another deep gulp of wine and turned her gaze from the window and city below, to the pathetic sod kneeling beside a large, ornately designed boiling cauldron. "Is it ready yet, cuck?" the Queen asked coldly, sloshing her wine about and eyeing its red, swirling depths with boredom. She leaned against the large white stone arch quite casually, her sheer, scarlet gown riding up farther and revealing her hairy cunt as if it was completely normal for a Queen to do so. She knew he dared not steal even a glimpse, for she would tell the King and have him subjected to a fortnight of testicle torture, with Cersei herself doling out the punishment. "Just about, my Queen...I know how hot you like it" the meek man replied, staring wistfully at the floor as the fire crackled and blazed beside him. Before too long, the water was boiling and spitting chaotically on the surface, and Lord Tomard was scrambling to his feet to lift the cauldron away from the fire, the flames licking at his elbows. He then scurried along, like a rodent might, Cersei observed, to the large marble basin situated on the floor opposite from where the Queen was standing, who was watching Tomard with visible amusement. She took a final swallow of her goblet, draining it before setting it aside while Tomard dumped the entire contents of the boiling cauldron into the basin, steam billowing up around him in a cloud. Through the mist, he could make out the shadow of his Queen moving swiftly from her perch toward the plush seat prepared for her. When the steam cleared, Cersei had already taken her place, sitting regal and proud above the basin, her legs crossed as one visibly dirty foot dangled daintily over her left knee. She looked impatient, quite like she always did, her eyes glaring narrowly up at the man. "-Why- aren't you on your knees, rodent? Get on them...NOW!" She shrieked the last word, the lowly "man" in question dropping to his knees in a hurry, assuming a pose of worship on his hands and knees and staring directly down at the top of her left foot, flat on the floor. As much as he secretly loathed her for the position she put him in, and the shame she had brought to his house through her wanton treachery, he couldn't deny the beauty of her feet. In truth, everything about her was beautiful...beautiful, obnoxious arrogance personified, but ever since the Queen rejected him and forced him into this role, whilst giving the Iron Throne to his older brother, now known as King Mychael I, he could never quite look at her the same... And yet there he was, on his knees, breathing in the scent of her dirty feet, potent with the smell of her sweat. He could tell she'd gone for a stroll along the waterfront today, most likely with the King. The scent of the sea was strong on her, and there were tiny flecks of sand still sprinkled upon her royal toes. "The King and I made love upon the beach today, it was glorious...I believe he may even have put a child in me..." she paused, noting with a devilish grin the way Lord Tomard's breath seemed to leave him. "Oh... wait, that would be impossible with where he put his seed..." she let loose a shrill laugh as Tomard struggled with the idea of which scenario he preferred. He decided he didn't care much for either. He always knew his brother was a man of depraved tastes. Once more, the image came unbidden to him... the one of his brother as a much younger man behind the steward's mill with both of the steward's daughters on their knees fighting over his manhood with their mouths, and the way he was cheerily goading them into competing with one another for "a taste of your Lordship's fat prick..." How could he ever compete with a man like that when it came to women? He sighed and swallowed nervously, bowing his head to kiss his Golden Queen's prominent big toe, his lips pressing to the sweetly stinky soft flesh and making a loud kissing sound before he moved to the next toe, doing the same to each until he had paid them all the respect and devotion they deserved, then repeating. Meanwhile, the boiling water he'd prepared was just beginning to simmer to a reasonable temperature. Cersei withdrew her foot from the worm before her, placing both royal feet into the steaming hot water and sighing deeply with pleasure. Tom could see the dirt and grime on her feet and between her toes slowly drifting away to the bottom of the basin as she wiggled them about, a smile on her face. He was busy readying a cloth with scented oil when the Queen's feet emerged from the surface, the sound of excess water dripping loudly from the tips of her toes could be heard as Tom took in the sight of her glistening pale feet. They truly were a thing of beauty and any man could consider himself lucky to be in his position. How could he ever loathe her? His heart began to thump with excitement as he took her thin, demure left ankle into his hand and placed her heel gently upon his knee, which he'd placed a small cushion on, allowing her to rest comfortably. "Make sure you clean them well, cuck. The King likes them spotless when he has his way with me...likes to rub them all over his face and kiss the soles..." she trailed off, shuddering as Tom began to fondle and massage the scented cloth into her left foot, rubbing her gently and caressing her immaculate sole before obediently lowering her foot back into the basin, the surface of which still offered up a healthy billow of steam as it swallowed her demure foot. Once again, he raised her delicate limb by the heel, placing her dripping foot back upon his knee. Now he focused on her toes, separating each of her toes carefully with his fingers and wiping the cloth between each one quite sensually, spending considerable time with each. The Queen found herself grinding at thin air and moaning under her breath as she had her feet worshiped. For the next twenty or so minutes, the heir to Driftmark pampered, spoiled and doted on the Lannister Queen, providing the exact treatment to her other equally gorgeous foot, rinsing and repeating. When they were done, there was a visible layer of dirt along the bottom of the basin and the water had turned tepid and lifeless. Tomard was quietly toweling off the Queen's pristine soles when the King entered the room. It wasn't more than a moment before Tom realized his brother was completely nude, save for a pair of comfortable footwear, and accompanied by two guards whom he quickly dismissed with the snap of a finger. - To be continued - (best read with pictures of Lena Headey's feet open) Preparing Tanya Melinda slipped her fingers under Tanya's collar, holding the leash gently in her hand, guiding her over to her favorite chair, sitting down there and pulling her up into her lap, stroking her neck softly as she settled the girl there, whispering against her ear, "It was fun to torment you at work today, pet." Tanya looked around the room as she was guided along, groaning as she settled into her Mistress' lap, hearing the whisper, whispering her own response, "I enjoyed your torment a lot too, Mistress. You had my pussy aching so bad towards the end of the day that I wanted so badly to drop everything and come home and fuck you." Melinda continued to stroke her neck softly, making her shiver and purr lightly, "I like that idea too, pet, but you had to finish the day out or you wouldn't have had play time tonight with Sir. His orders, remember?" Tanya nodded, grinning a little bit, "Yes Mistress, I remember." Melinda suddenly kissed her hard, roughly, twining her fingers into her hair, tugging unexpectedly, making the girl grunt and moan against her lips. Tanya arched into the tug eagerly, wanting more, her body twitching and quivering as she kissed back, feeling Melinda tug her hair harder. Melinda pressed her lips hard against Tanya's, roughly kissing the girl, a dark need seeping through her veins. Tanya squirmed in her lap, groaning at the deepening of the kiss, whimpering as Melinda wrapped the leash tight around her hand, gripping it tight against the collar. Tanya groaned, staring at her Mistress, light gasps escaping her on each breath as the pressure of the hand in her hair and hand on her leash built more intensely, her eyes shining bright with need. Melinda suddenly snaps the leash free of the collar, laying it over the arm of the chair before bringing her hand back to trace her fingers down the girl's chest slowly. Tanya eyed the leash for a moment, squirming at the gentle caresses, groaning softly as Melinda brought her hand up to caress her cheek, letting her nuzzles her face into her hand. Melinda leaned forward, kissing her again, a gentle brush of the lips, making Tanya groan and force herself to return the kiss just as gently, wanting and needing to be rough. Melinda leaned back and laughed softly, her dark eyes showing her intent for torment and teasing the girl. Tanya whimpered as she saw the eyes, gasping and squealing out loud as Melinda yanked hard on her hair, tugging her head back to expose her neck completely. Melinda lowered her head, biting just above Tanya's collar, sucking gently on the bite, making sure not to break the skin, licking softly over the mark as she does so. Tanya shuddered, groaning hard as she felt the insistent sucking on her throat, her energies sizzling in the air around her. Melinda tugged her back further, biting down into the supple flesh beneath her collar, fangs extending, barely piercing the flesh this time. Tanya groaned, swaying slightly as her body tensed, whispering, "Mistress.. please..." Melinda let her fangs sink deeper into Tanya's flesh, sucking gently, feeding from her body and her energy, eyes fading to a deep, dark green shade. Tanya hissed softly, body quivering as the energy flowed through the room. Melinda pulled back slowly, licking across the wound, sealing it before lifting her head to look at Tanya, watching the girl as she licked the blood from her lips. Tanya lay there panting in her arms, eyes fluttering as she groaned and swayed in her arms. Melinda gathered her close, kissing her hard, sucking and feeding from her lips. Tanya shuddered and groaned loudly, kissing back just as deeply, her whole body twitching here and there as Melinda drew more energy from her. Melinda tightened her fingers in her hair, tugging insistently, dark eyes darkening more as she breaks the kiss, looking her up and down, slowly tracing her fingers down the center of her chest. Tanya stared, wide eyed at her, panting with effort to breath, shuddering as she started to let out a deep, long whimper at the touches. Melinda moved her hand slowly over her breast, cupping gently before pinching her nipple, Tanya staring more intently, body jerking from the pinch. Melinda guided her back by her hair, lowering her own head at the same time, mouth closing over the other nipple, fingers continuing to pinch and tug, making her shiver. Tanya groaned, the pain and pleasure twining it's way through her body, nipples hardening at once just before Melinda bit down, sucking the now hardened nub. She squirmed, panting harder now, the sensations flooding her already overwhelmed senses as Melinda rolled her tongue over the hard nub, fingers tugging and twisting the other before releasing both at the same time to press a soft kiss between her breasts. Tanya shuddered and groaned, her pussy starting to drip now as her energy sizzled around her. Melinda slipped her arms around Tanya, lifting her from her lap, standing to carry her to the bed, tossing her down on the covers, Tanya squirming the entire way, giggling softly as she landed on the bed. Melinda eyed her as she giggled, bringing her hand down on her inner thigh with a hard smack, eliciting a gasp, a shudder than a whimper as the pain traveled through her body. Melinda knelt at the edge of the bed, grabbing Tanya by the ankles, tugging her gently to the edge of the bed, guiding her to wrap her legs around her neck. Tanya growled low, wriggling her hips slightly as Melinda pulled her closer, grabbing her hips to tug her slightly off the bed, kissing and nipping at her inner thighs. Tanya stared down at her, eyes a deep gold color as more energy started to sizzle in the air, groaning from the light nips. Melinda slowly kissed the warm flesh, licking the juices from her inner thighs, looking up the line of her body to watch her eyes. Tanya exhaled sharp gasps as she squirmed against her tongue, fidgeting while juices started to dripping to coat the inside of her nether lips. Melinda planted a soft kiss on her lips, tongue darting out to lightly part them, letting the warm juices coat her tongue, making her wriggle just a little as she moaned, unable to stay still. Melinda traced her tongue up your wet slit, finding your clit easily, lips closing around it to suck firmly. Tanya moaned, tensing instantly as she grabbed the covers with her fists, holding them tightly while she fought against the quickly rising edge, finally screaming. Melinda released her clit just as quickly as she captured it, kissing her lips again, letting her come down some, whispering just loud enough to be heard, "do you have permission to come, pet?" Tanya panted heavily, whining as Melinda pulled back, head shaking no as she continued to fight against herself, more juices dripping from her wet body, whispering, "No Mistress, I don't... but.. I.. I still want to." Melinda licked softly along her dripping folds, sucking gently, making her scream again as the door opened, their Master entering the room, eyeing the girls near the bed, causing Melinda to jump and pull back away from Tanya, her eyes lowering to the floor instantly as she bent forward at the waist, head pressing the floor, "Good evening, Master. I have prepared Tanya as You ordered." He leaned down and stroked Melinda's hair gently, "Good girl, now go about chores while I take care of our little impling." Melinda nodded slowly, raising to her feet as she whispered, "Yes Master." She turned on her heel and skittered out of the room, heading off to prepare their evening meal and clean up anything that needed to be taken care of to make Master happy.