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The Visit II

By: Dr S Crow



Remember, her husband-Master has introduced her to her new Master, driven her down for a weekend visit to his house near Fontainebleau? 

She... a respectable History teacher in a high school from a respectable area of the United States. 

Very few people know how horny everyday, respectable women can become. These women may fantasize about rape but don't really want to be raped. But they are willing to become sluts, to be used, to submit docilely to dominant men who know how to treat a submissive little slut and make her into a totally depraved sex animal.

They... two English perverts.

Now they are all three sitting at the oak table in the kitchen eating with their fingers, slurping and licking; their appetite for food - whetted by the hashish and their intense foreplay - as voracious as is their appetite for sex.

She knows the visit has only just begun. She is still ravenously hungry.

* * * * *

Her memories:

"Get under the table, bitch and take some of these sauces with you. There are cocktail sausages down there that need munching on."

Of course I did what I was told to do, grabbing some mayonnaise and a bowl of guacamole dip I slipped down between my Master's legs. But he told me to look after my new Master. I turned round and saw his legs were open and his soft cock and shaved balls were indecently exposed to me. I took a handful of the green guacamole and smeared it all over his smooth testicles and then I started to lick and suck it off. His big balls went into my mouth, one after the other. I loved the tang of his sex mixed with that of the dip and wondered what it would taste like with some of my cunt juice in it. Perhaps I could create a new recipe guaranteed to break the ice at parties!

As I was cleaning his balls, his dick started to stir, tickling my eyelashes so I imagined it would need some attention too.

I love sucking cock; I can cum just by feeling a hard cock in my mouth, having my head held forcefully, imagining spurts of spunk going down my throat. 

I started by licking around the base, then flicking my tongue as I moved up to the head. Hey, I had a bowl of mayonnaise with me! Why waste it? I took hold of this man-sausage and dipped it into the thick, oily cream. It looked like huge blobs of cum mixed with pussy ooze. I was purring - and so was my pussy. Putting both hands around this messy meat I slowly spread the mayonnaise up and down, making it squelch between my fingers until he was covered in this slippery goo. I give it a big lick and couldn't stop myself from moaning,

"I'd love that creamy sausage inside me..."

The next thing I knew a hand was roughly pulling me by the hair from under the table and I was made to lean over it. My new Master stood behind me, his greasy cock jutting out. He pulled up my black evening dress and pulled down my knickers. I hoped he was going to take me like a bitch but then I felt him stabbing at my butt hole. He wanted to ram that greasy thing into my ass so I relaxed my sphincter to make it as easy as possible for him. His fingers were massaging the mayo into my anus and it felt so good! I begged him, 

"Please Master, please fuck me in the ass, use me like the little trollop I am. I deserve it."

I felt him ramming straight into my bowels, it hurt and it felt so fucking good. My face was lying on the plates of food and my mouth was on a big, fat, hard carrot. I wanted it in my mouth, to feel its hardness, to bite into it as I have so often wanted to do with a cock when I lick and suck it. The slipping in and out of the prick in my asshole was making me grunt like a pig. I let the carrot slip between my lips and sucked on it. A sudden lunge behind me made me clench my teeth on the phallus in my mouth and I could hear it crack. I imagined it was firm man-cock I had bitten into as it was cumming, imagined the mingling tastes of warm blood and hot spunk filling my mouth and then I was thrown into an overpowering orgasm as I clawed at the table, hands full of meats, head thrashing from side to side almost choking on the lump I was sucking and chewing on.

My Masters carried me to the bathroom and placed me in the large tub so that they could bathe me. All I remember are hands...hands, fingers, mouths, lips, teeth, tongues... everywhere, slipping, probing, nipping, squeezing, rubbing, kissing, biting, licking over every part of my body as I dreamed in the warm foamy, perfumed water. I was pampered, loved, lusted after... I was in heaven.

They bathed me, dried me and shaved the stubble from my pussy making it so smooth as I lay on the cool, tiled floor of the bathroom. They powdered and perfumed me. I was Cleopatra. I was a Queen. They tied my hands to my ankles and fucked me almost into a coma for about an hour, using toys, fingers and their cocks... but I don't think they had cum yet. I was yearning for their cum.

My Masters untied me and let me yearn as I lay splayed and naked on the floor...

I think I passed out still tied up but when I awoke I had no idea where I was. It was outside under moonlight. I couldn't move and I felt afraid. Somehow my arms and legs were spread and pulled back and tied behind me, around something and I was bobbing up and down, naked, rolling in all directions. Sounds of splashes. Little by little I realised I had been fastened around a huge, inflated beach ball and was floating on the swimming pool. They were in the pool, holding the ball to stop it from rolling over. I felt so vulnerable in this position - my tits were sticking out and my pussy totally exposed but also wondered what would happen if they let the ball go. And they did, it started to roll over on top of me and I panicked.

But my head and feet were still above the waterline as I lay crucified, arched, stretched and spread around the ball. There was my Master, his cock, soft and near my face. He pushed it at me and all of it disappeared into my mouth. It became a big twitching slug, slowly growing as I wrapped my tongue around it. My belly was in the water but my cunt was available and being fingered and sucked. Because of the way I was spread around this giant inflated plastic ball I was completely at their mercy, helpless and stretched like a cat. My fuck hole was gaping and needing to be filled again by a big meaty cock and that's what happened. My new master had replaced his fingers with his hard cock... but it was huge...

"God Fucking Hell!" I screamed out as they rolled the ball back and forwards, pushing me deeper and deeper onto this thick monster.

The doorbell chimed. Then again. And a third time. They lifted me out of the pool, still strapped to the ball and placed me, face down on a thick towel. My husband picked up a knife that was lying in a bowl of fruit - I thought he was going to cut me free but he didn't. He approached the balloon and I heard a thin hiss escaping from above me. My arms and legs were aching, my body had been stretched to its limit and I desperately needed release. The balloon was very slowly deflating. They put on shorts and left me beside the pool. A silver full moon was being splintered into cold shards by the ripples.

I remember:

We were expecting Jim's son to turn up with a couple of friends but we were taken off guard when he walked in with two boys and their girlfriends. They were all between eighteen and twenty something and obviously knew the house well. They settled down, putting on a cassette of Rai music and started rolling joints. The girls were drop dead gorgeous. As most eighteen year old girls are.

The thing with the beach ball had been Jim's idea and I was still wondering how Ellie was coping but knew she would be feeling as horny as hell wondering who and what was to happen next.

How to relate what happened next.

Let me think...

The Visit Pt. 01



Donald was driving from Glasgow airport to visit his friend Archie in Oban. He was getting close now, passing Dalmally. Just the last stretch then he would be turning in to Cairns Ave. He was looking forward to his visit to Archie, just like he always did. 

Donald had known Archie for nearly 10 years. He thought back to the first time when he had been taken there by Maurice and had stayed with Archie for the night. He smiled as he remembered how critical Archie had been when he had seen that Donald was wearing a plain kilt, not a tartan one. What an unexpected and unlikely start to a long friendship.

This time Donald had on a MacDonald tartan kilt instead of the usual Royal Stewart. He knew that Archie preferred the Royal Stewart and there was still that old one waiting for him at Cairns Ave, hanging up in the cupboard in the spare bedroom. He would put that on the next day so that Archie wouldn't be disappointed.

There was another difference. Donald was wearing an old pair of green trews under his kilt. Not that unusual to be wearing undershorts since he had been wearing his Royal Stewart tartan ones when he left Archie last time. It had been very cold for the journey down to Glasgow and they were warm. He knew that Archie preferred him with little white briefs under his kilt and, again, he would wear them for Archie tomorrow. There were several pairs in his case, washed, clean, and ready. Archie could choose which ones he preferred. But Donald found it more comfortable to travel with trews under his kilt rather than the wee skimpy briefs which Archie liked so much. 

Some of the pants that Archie wanted him to wear were so small that Donald could barely get his man parts in to the pouch. True, he generally wore a cock ring, like he was wearing now, which had the effect of emphasising and pushing his balls out. What with the ring and his already oversized cock, he was a lot bigger down there than the designers of the briefs usually allowed. He had to either fold his flaccid penis down over his balls or else sideways, turned back on itself, just to squeeze it all in. It always felt quite cramped. There was no way it fitted in when he became aroused. No doubt Archie liked seeing the bulge when Donald got in that state, as he often did in his company. 

The trews Donald was wearing had been bought from a Highland Outfitter in Edinburgh, many years previously. Contrary to popular belief, not all kilted Scotsmen go bare underneath and, at least in those days, some outfitters recognised this. This style of short was sold specifically for wearing under the kilt. Tartan ones were also available but only made to measure, and they were a lot more expensive. The plain dark green colour was suitable for under most tartans. 

Donald remembered how the elderly shop assistant who sold him the original three pairs had commented that they were quite 'racy'! That was a really old fashioned term but the assistant was right. Donald remembered how he had become slightly aroused even trying them on in the shop. They were short in the leg and cut quite wide, so that the tip of Donald's cock must have been visible to the assistant when he had checked to see how they fitted. That didn't seem too bad a failing. The width did allow his flaccid penis and testicles to hang quite naturally down the left leg. Donald always dressed with his sex on the left side. It felt better that way since his penis had a slight bend in that direction. He might well have considered not wearing anything at all underneath as he on several occasions, but Donald preferred the comfort of pants and knew that if the tartan blew up, as it sometimes did in the West Coast breeze, he would be fully modest.

As Donald remembered that time in the outfitters and the thought of meeting Archie again, he felt the first stirrings of an erection. He could feel his cock growing down the leg of his shorts. Would that happen when he arrived at Cairns Avenue? 

Now he was there. Donald walked up to the front door, kilt swinging nicely. Archie was waiting for him in the hall. They hugged and kissed each other passionately. It was lovely to be back. 

Then there was the ritual of tea and biscuits. Archie wanted Donald to sit in the chair opposite. That way he could see up his kilt. Donald wondered what his reaction would be to the little green trews instead of the preferred white briefs. As Donald sat drinking his tea the sight of Archie trying to see up was enough to rouse him slightly. When Archie asked Donald to lift his kilt up to see better that was the trigger for more serious arousal. When he looked down, Donald was surprised to find that his cock was already sticking out of the leg of the trews. Such was the effect that Archie was having on him.

Archie could see it too and he was enjoying every minute. At the first glimpse he had been deeply disappointed that Donald wasn't wearing the tiny white briefs he liked so much. He had been looking forward to admiring and feeling them then peeling them down the way he usually did. He smiled to himself as he remembered the discussion they had had about it. 

Donald had asked why he liked the briefs so much when all he wanted to do was to pull them down. Wouldn't it be better for Donald not to wear any pants at all? Archie had tried to explain that it was first of all the contrast of virginal white cotton against the darker tartan. Then there were the contours of Donald's rounded bum under the back of the little briefs. Then there was the pouch part at the front, bulging with Donald's large sex. Archie liked to finger and fondle it through the thin material. Then came the actual pulling down of the briefs. That was one of the most exciting bits. He remembered Donald telling him to 'stop havering'! He didn't think that Donald had properly understood why he liked the briefs so much but he was just glad that he wore them for him.

Archie really didn't care for the dark green trews. He thought that they were a pretty poor alternative to little white briefs. Still, if Donald liked them, he would have to put up with it. However they did seem to have some compensation. Archie was a bit of an expert in the matter of underwear but he had never seen Donald's cock pop out of any of the briefs in quite the same way. 

He liked watching Donald dress in the morning and it had become a ritual where Archie would choose all the clothes Donald would wear that day, even, or more especially, the underwear. They were almost always briefs if Archie had his way. Then he enjoyed watching Donald put all his clothes on, layer by layer. Archie knew that Donald usually tucked his penis down into the pouch as he pulled the briefs up. Archie had been surprised that Donald found it comfortable that way with his cock pressed tight over his balls. But Archie liked how the pouch bulged outwards and was pushed even further out if Donald's cock stiffened. Archie could remember the times when it was pushed so far out that he could see up the sides. He could even see the cock ring round the balls. Donald was the first man that he had seen who wore one of them and Donald had had to explain it to him. Surely that wasn't comfortable but Donald had assured him that it was and that it felt sexy. 

All these memories flicked though his mind, but now, instead of just an outline, Archie could see the real thing; a big, pink, circumcised cock head sticking out of the leg of the trews. He could even see the piss hole where that all that white semen had jetted out last year. Was Donald's penis larger than he remembered? Had it even grown a bit? Surely not, he told himself, that must be rubbish. It must have stopped growing years and years ago. Perhaps it was just that it was no longer constrained and squashed inside tight underpants but hanging loose which had let it assume its normal size. He wondered, idly, what it would look like if Donald's cock was sticking out of the fly front instead of down the leg? 

"Come over here!" Archie ordered.

Donald stood beside his chair. Archie reached up underneath his kilt. Not only up the kilt but up the leg and inside the little green undershorts as well. There was room enough for his hand.. That was something he couldn't do with the briefs. 

Donald loved the feel of warm hand on his bare cock and balls, caressing and squeezing. Archie was an expert in arousal so that Donald soon erected fully. Archie asked Donald to lift the front of his kilt since Archie's hands were busy elsewhere touching and feeling. Donald's stiff penis was now sticking proudly out of the left leg of his trews. Archie put his lips round the hot head of Donald's cock and sucked hard.

"You are so sexy, Donald! I want to lift your kilt, take down those little green trews and ride and ride your bum like you have never been ridden before! I want to get my hard cock right up you then explode inside you!!" Archie said all that with great feeling while staring Donald straight in the eye, fondling his penis and balls at the same time.

Donald said that he wanted it too but suggested that they did it later upstairs in bed. Right now he was desperate to cum and wanted Archie to bring him off right there and then.

"I have been thinking about you all the way from Glasgow and now I don't know if I can hold it in any longer," Donald said.

Donald was still wearing his trews but they were no hindrance since the leg was wide enough so that his cock was right out in the open. Archie took Donald's erect member and deftly bought him to the edge of orgasm.

"I am about to cum. Where will it go? Do you want me to get a towel?" Donald asked. 

Archie just unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his bare chest and said, "Do it there!"

Donald could hold back no longer and after Archie rubbed him some more his semen started to jet out of the tip of his cock. Archie watched, fascinated, as the ropes of pale cream arced down and splashed on his bare chest. He could feel the warmth as they landed. Knowing that it had just come from inside Donald and it was at his body heat was very exciting for Archie. He liked it very much that he had brought Donald to orgasm so quickly and thought about later when he would get his own stiff cock up between Donald's hairy bum cheeks. He would be pumping his own cream into that warm dark cavity that was Donald's love hole. Oh how he was looking forward to it!

With these thoughts he said, "Are you done now?"

Donald said that he was. He was shattered. It had been a long trip and now a very intense and satisfying orgasm. He was not as young as he used to be either!

Archie let go of his cock. It was still big but now limp, and hung heavy, down Donald's left leg. The head was all wet and shiny and the tiny hole at the tip was still leaking a little bit of cum. Archie took it in his mouth and licked it. He found that he liked the slightly salty creamy taste. Perhaps one day he would ask Donald to ejaculate into his mouth. Something to think about! In the meantime he just sucked it clean before tucking it back inside the leg of the trews. The shorts were still too short and his cock was still too long so Archie was still watching it while Donald dropped the front of his kilt and it disappeared. It was as if nothing had happened, a very well dressed kilted highlander was standing at ease in front of his chair. Even the sporran was back in place. Except, that is, for the puddle of cream on Archie's bare chest. Donald got a towel from the kitchen cupboard and Archie wiped it away.

Later that night, when they went to bed early, Archie did indeed have an intense and satisfying orgasm with his cock well up inside Donald, pumping semen into him. He loved all Donald's hair, on his arms, his body, his legs, and most of all on his arse, particularly in the cleft between the cheeks and specially round the sex hole. As he withdrew his wilting penis he could see his own cream trickling out of Donald´s opening, matting even further the hairs round the periphery. 

Donald could feel that same sperm leaking out and trickling down the back of his legs but could do nothing about it. He knew that his anus was still open as when he had watched himself one time in a mirror after using his biggest dildo. It always took a little while for it to 'heal over' and close up and now especially, after Archie had ridden him so hard for so long. 

This was one aspect of male on male sex that Donald liked so much, sometimes even being able to see up another guy's anal passage, and usually see ones own cream leaking out before it closed up. He didn't know why, perhaps it was just the association with satisfactory sex. He was also worried that his arse might look like a a baboon's. But he sensibly put these thoughts out of his mind. 

Archie was exhausted and had fallen back on the bed. It had been an epic session. Neither of them had timed it but it must have gone on for ages with Archie thrusting his stiff cock in and out, short jabs inter-spaced with longer satisfying strokes, even misjudging it and coming out completely a couple of times in his enthusiasm. Then having to reinsert his stiff cock, pulling the bum cheeks apart, seeing the cleft covered in body hair, now curled against the skin with sweat, lubricant, and Archie's own precum. As he made to re-enter the rosebud was in full bloom, the dark pink passage lying open ready for him. 

Donald had been very tight when Archie had first pulled back his foreskin and tried to enter, the sphincter muscles seemingly conspiring to deny him access. He had used one then two fingers to widen the hole. As he had pushed in it was still firm, the way Archie liked it, giving a good feeling on his cock. But after all the action the hole was nicely open and he had thrust in and out quite easily. 

Near the end, Donald had asked him to hold still. Somehow Donald had managed to tightened then loosen the muscles inside his bum. It was a fantastic feeling. Although Archie had wanted to prolong the pleasure he had had no chance with this massage his cock was getting. He had soon succumbed to a really shattering orgasm. 

Donald had felt the multiple spasms as Archie's cock had jerked involuntarily during his orgasm then the warmth as the hot semen spurted inside him. Archie had cum in style and pumped his man juice into him very satisfyingly. 

Donald felt sore and tender after all the thrusting. Perhaps Archie would put a little soothing cream on it for him later, even up inside the back passage as well. Just now he would have to make do with the human cream which Archie had deposited inside him. But he had found it very sexy as well and was sporting a half hardon as a result. This was in spite of having cum over Archie earlier in the evening. His arousal would keep till next day when Archie would no doubt ride him again. But then Donald would probably be wearing the little white briefs or even just a pouch. So much for the trews! But they had served a purpose and perhaps Archie would be more sympathetic to him wearing them again in the future.

They both went to sleep, tired but happy.



The Visit Pt. 01



A couple of years ago my daughter, Jody and her soon to be husband, Mark, had come down from the city to visit us for a few days .My wife Sue prepared a lovely evening meal and over dinner we got to know a little about Mark. He seemed OK to me, a likeable enough but you know ... no-one's really good enough for your own daughter. A couple of glasses of wine later we were all ready to retire for the night. Our house was rather small and so I had to tack some blankets up around the glass doors and windows of Sues "art studio" down in the garden to provide somewhere for Jody and Mark to sleep.

Before retiring I slipped out the back to have a sneaky cigarette. (I was supposed to be giving up) I was about 20 feet from the studio when I heard some strange noises. I went to investigate and nearing the studio I noticed that there were a few gaps between the blankets that I had put up earlier in the day. As I got closer I could hear muffled sounds. My heart began to race as subconsciously I think I knew what was going on in there. I should have stopped there but I did not. I proceed to get closer and then, through a rather large gap in the blankets I could see them on the bed.

Mark was lying on his back and although I could not see much from my angle, it was obvious Jody was sucking his dick. I was stunned but I could not move. I stood silently and watched Jody's head bobbing slowly up and down. To my disgust, I felt myself getting hard. I could not look away. A moment later Mark happened to look in my direction. I quickly leant back, my heart now thumping in my chest. I stood motionless for a few seconds wondering if he had seen me. A minute later I heard Mark moaning softly,

"Yeah yeah ...that's it ...suck it baby."

I moved forward. I dared to look again hoping he had not noticed me. When I peered back into the studio I could see that they had adjusted their positions. Jody was now kneeling on the floor and Mark stood before her, his cock in her mouth. But the most surprising aspect was that they had moved off the mattress and were now only about 5 feet from the window and the angle that were at allowed me to witness Mark's meaty cock pumping into my daughters mouth. I had to reluctantly admit to myself that Mark must have seen me and had deliberately positioned himself so I would have a more graphic view of him using my daughter... I knew I should have left but again, I could not. I released my bulging member from my pants.

Mark put his hands on the side of Jody's head and started to slide her whole head up and down his substantial shaft. 

"That's it baby...suck that dick...suck that dick." 

Then suddenly Mark turned and looked at me. We meet eye to eye. He looked at me stroking my cock. A sneaky look of accomplishment crossed his face and then he returned his gaze to Jody.

"That's it...suck that fucking cock... that's it ... suck me." He paused momentarily, looked directly at me and while holding my glaze said to her,

"That's it baby, suck your fucking Daddy's dick... C'mon little girl show daddy you're a good cocksucker."

Jody stopped sucking and looked up at him a little puzzled...I could see that this was new to her.

"Suck Daddy's cock now little girl...make your Daddy proud." Mark ordered.

With that I heard Jody groan and she returned to her lovers cock with a new found enthusiasm.

That dirty fucking cunt... that sick fuck... was making my baby girl imagine she was sucking her father's cock. My cock. 

"Show Daddy you're a good cocksucker" He said to her. 

She thinks it's a game but she is actually showing her father that she is a good cock sucker.

But then, there I was standing there, beating off, watching my daughter get face fucked...I am just as sick as him.

He pumped her head with his stiff rod...glancing at me occasionally and smiling. I wanted to go in there and smash him but of course I could not. I also could not stop pulling my meat.

Mark fucked Jody's face a little longer and then ordered her onto her hands and knees. He's going to fuck her now I realised. I should go. But I could not. Jody got down on all fours presenting herself to him. He made her move around a bit and re-positioned her so that her backside was facing me. I was looking at my daughter's wet pussy as she awaited Marks entry. Mark looked over at me and said, 

"Is Daddy's girl ready to take some cock?" 

Jody seemed to be getting into right into it and reached around and opened herself up. I looked straight into the black hole of my daughters gaping pussy.

"Yes Daddy." She said... "Please fuck me Daddy."

Mark moved over her. He deliberately positioned himself so that I could see the entry of his cock into her. He rubbed his dripping tip up and down her pussy and bum hole. Jody groaned and pushed her butt back eager to take his meat. He slid just the knob into her and stopped. He withdrew and started to rub his knob onto her butt-hole. Jody gasped and questioned.

"Daddy...ohh Daddy, what are you doing?"

"Daddy can't fuck his little girl in her pussy." Mark replied. "That's where babies are made. Daddy has a better idea."

"But Daddy," Jody pleaded... "Daddy's dick may be too big for this little girls bottom"

Mark replied, "Shhhh...Daddy knows best."

And he then proceeded to defile my daughters arse right in front of me. Slowly at first, he eased himself into her. Jody emitted a few muffled whimpers and before long he was pumping his full length in and out of her anus.

"Fuuuuck Daddy." Jody began to wail, "Fuck Daddy ...Fuck that tight pipe Daddy. Fuck... That... Tight...pipe."

Mark looked directly at me and said,

"That's my little whore...Daddy's gunna blow his man seed right up your dirty little arse"

With that disgusting comment I dropped my load onto the ground while watching Mark dump his hot load in my daughter's sweet arse.

I woke the next morning with a boner that Sue wanted nothing to do with.

We came together for breakfast. Mark was his charming self. Sue was taking to him nicely but I required all myself control when Mark asked me how I slept last night.

"Fine." I lied.

I had tossed and turned most of the night reliving the events I had witnessed. After breakfast Mark and Jody went into town and Sue began to prepare for lunch and I went about doing some odd jobs around the place. While they were gone, Sue made a lovely Italian style meal and brought out a couple of bottles of fine wine to enjoy with the meal. I couldn't drink much because that afternoon I had to go over to a neighbors property and help with some building work. During lunch Mark was flirting with Sue and Jody and he was continually topping up the girls glasses making sure they were full all the time. I could see Sue getting tipsy and I was beginning to regret having made my earlier commitments.

When I left Sue and Jody were well on the way to getting quite drunk. Reluctantly I left and it was a few weeks later that Sue told me what had happened that afternoon before I returned.

The 3 of them got pretty drunk. My wife said that she had had enough to drink and that her neck was beginning to get sore. Mark offered to give her neck and shoulders a rub but she declined. Jody then told her mum...

"No Mum...he is a real good at giving massages. He has done a few courses and really knows what he's doing." 

So Sue said she said OK... but not lying down ...just here on a low backed chair. Mark was fine with that and stood behind Sue and started on her shoulders. Sue told me Mark stated that most of the value of the massage would be lost doing it over clothing and he asked her if she would like to take her blouse off. Sue said she declined but Jody admonished her saying not to be silly she still had a bra on so it would be nothing to be concerned about. Sue had reluctantly agreed and removed her top. My wife has nice medium sized breasts. A little bit of sag but quite good considering her age. Mark started to rub her neck and shoulders. After a few minutes Jody stood up and stated she didn't feel so good and was going to have a lie-down. She never could handle alcohol and as a young woman often would return home after a few drinks and pass out like a light. Mark continued to work Sue's neck and shoulders. Sue's neck is very sensual to her and she said she began to become mildly aroused. 

The combination of the alcohol and Mark's deft strong hands on her body continued to build her arousal. Mark continued to work her neck and shoulders and then she said he moved around and stood in front of her. He opened his legs and straddled the chair she was sitting on and said that from this angle he could completely relax all the muscles and tendons in her neck. Sue said she had her eyes closed up until this point and when she opened them Mark's groin was only about a foot from her face. She could tell that he was clearly aroused. She could make out the outline of his circumcised prick through his shorts. She said that she could tell he must have been feeling uncomfortable because it was clearly quite hard but all crunched up within his pants. She said she looked up at him made eye contact and then lowered her eyes back to his groin. He blushed a little and apologised stating that he could not control his penis from getting hard once he touched her bare skin and saw her beautiful bra covered boobies. Sue told me she said to Mark, 

"You look very uncomfortable there... would you like to straighten him up...make yourself more comfortable?"

"That would be great...thanks." he replied.

Sue then closed her eyes while he adjusted himself and seconds later she felt his hands return to the massage. A short time later Sue opened her eyes and was shocked to see the head of Mark's penis protruding from the top of his shorts. She told me there was a stream of pre-cum flowing from the eye and making a noticeable wet patch on his clothing. Sue said she gasped at the sight of it and Mark just stopped and looked down at her. She said she could not stop looking at his cock. Mark just stood there for a moment allowing Sue to check out his boner. Sue told me that Mark then asked her if she wanted to see it.

Sue said she knew she was supposed to say no but instead she said nothing but continued to gaze and his cock. She said Mark took hold of the top of his shorts and lowered them. She said his prick fell forward and was about 3 inches from her face. Mark just stood there looking down at her. She admitted she was transfixed by the sight of his hard cock only inches from her lips. She said his cock was bigger than mine. She had never been this close to another man's cock in her life. She was frozen she told me. She could not move. Neither toward or away.

A few seconds passed and Mark ever so slowly began to inch his groin closer to her face. His stiff dripping cock was now only millimeters from parting her lips. Mark paused again. When she did not move, Mark placed his cock head on her lips.

Sue admitted to me that she remembers opening her mouth partially and then feeling the burning heat from his glistening tip cross her lips as it pushed firmly into her mouth.

It was about that time that I returned and walking up the side of the house looked through the window into the kitchen. Yes, I arrived just in time to see my loving wife open her mouth to take that fucking dirty cunts cock into her mouth. I was furious and about to charge in there and belt his fucking head in... but I stopped and thought before I acted. There was a better way to get rid of this dirty fucker I realised. I would find Jody and get her to witness this fucking maniac fucking her mother's mouth and hopefully she would piss him off forever.

I quick marched myself around to the studio looking for Jody, taking care not to make any noise that Sue and Mark may hear. The gap in the blankets covering the studio windows was still prominent and I peered into the studio. I stopped dead. Jody was lying on the mattress. She had passed out from the alcohol. Her short dress had ridden up exposing her underwear. Her legs were partially open. I could see the shape of her pussy lips beneath the thin fabric of her very brief G-string. I stared at her beautiful pussy and started to get hard. No No No ... I thought to myself. I must try and wake her. I need her to see what Mark was doing to her mother. Trying not to stare at her beckoning pussy, I got down and tried to wake her. 

"Jody ... Jody, Wake up." ...I pleaded as I shook her gently.

She stirred ...but still asleep, she tried to shoo me away.

I tried again.

"Jody , Wake up." 

She stirred again but did not wake. Rather she rolled over onto her tummy. I now looked down at her beautiful bottom. The thin material of her G string disappearing into her crevasse. My erection began. Stupidly, I pulled my cock out and started to wank at the sight of my daughter's pussy and arse. I wanted to cum so badly. I could feel my climax fast approaching and I reached over, pulled her G-string aside and opened Jody's arse cheeks apart for a better view of her sphincter. Her chute opened up and I aimed the head of my cock for the target. I came hard and dropped a copious amount of hot cream right on her butt hole. I watched it dribble down along her slit. What had I done?

I found some tissues and started to softly remove the incriminating evidence of abuse that I had left. If I could clean it up she will never know. I heard a noise and looked over my shoulder. 

There stood Mark.



The Visit Pt. 02



I stood and turned toward Mark. As his smile became a smirk he gestured for me to come outside. Quietly I stepped from the studio. 

"Listen Mark." I began in hushed tones.

"Shhh...Dad." He said. "No need to explain. I think I can see what's going on here."

Racked with guilt and shame, now I struggled to cope with a new emotion, anger. 

"Don't you call me Dad." I countered. "I'm not your Father."

"So true." He replied nonchalantly. "But Dave, I'm soon to marry your daughter and, let's face it, we have so much in common. I'm sure that it will only be a matter of time before you will welcome me into the family."

Through gritted teeth I shot back, "So much in common? You deluded fuck. We are nothing alike."

"Oh but Dave, you are wrong, so wrong" He answered. "We have much in common."

What the fuck is he on about? I thought. 

"Dave." He continued, "We share common dreams, common...desires."

I sighed heavily. I began to realise where this was going.

"Dave," He said, "It is obvious that you wish to have intimate relationships with your daughter. Put more simply...Well, you'd like to fuck her, Yeah? She's got a great body and a beautiful little cunt... Oh! But you already know that don't you Dave?"

Inside I was fuming but I couldn't move, couldn't speak. Mark went on,

"Yes, that little girl of yours loves a good dicking, Yep, never happier than when she's got some hard man-meat reaming in and out of that little hole of hers."

He was baiting me now. Looking for a reaction. I turned to walk away before I lost control. I heard him say,

"Wait Dave, we have something else in common."

I stopped. Dreading to hear what this psycho had to say next.

"Dave, we have the same taste in women. What you find attractive, I find attractive. For example, you obviously find your wife Sue attractive and sexy. Also you find your own daughter, Jody attractive and would like to fuck her. Well I obviously find Jody attractive and I like fucking her. But you know Dave; there is someone else around here that I ..."

"Shut up, fucking shut up!" I hissed at him, "Fucking shut up, I refuse to hear any more."

I turned to walk away, Mark spoke,

"OK Dave, I'll just find someone else to talk to then. Who should I talk to Dave? ...Jody or Sue? ...Your wife or your daughter? ...I wonder which one would most enjoy hearing all about your little adventures."

I staggered over to the seat in the garden. Defeated. Mark followed. He began talking again but his condescending controlling attitude seemed to be gone.

"Dave, listen to me," He said. "Dave, listen... listen to me and I will help you realise your hidden fantasies and desires."

"You don't know what I want." I countered.

"It's painfully obvious what you want Dave and with my help you will get it." Mark replied.

"And with your help, Dave." He continued, "I will get what I want!"

Resigned to my fate, I sat passively as Mark outlined his plan. I knew he wanted to fuck my wife... and I knew I would be forced to help him achieve that goal. Had I not seen Sue with Marks cock in her mouth earlier that day I would have thought no way he will bed her. She would just not allow it. But now I was not so sure. So I sat there, listening to this sexual madman outline his plan. My job was to help him set up my wife so he could fuck her. My reward, he promised... Jody's' arse.

Mark spoke for some while. He asked had I seen him in the kitchen with Sue earlier. I told him I had, but only fleetingly. He told me that Sue refused to finish him off and that was why he happened to catch me in the studio. He admitted to me that it would not be easy getting into Sue's pants. 

Like some sick fuck I offered up, 

"If we can get just the right amount of alcohol into her we may be a chance."

"That's the spirit Dave." He grinned. "If this works out we'll give those two bitches of ours a fucking they will remember."

I looked at him with disgust and sunk my head into my hands.

After a slightly uncomfortable dinner, the four of us said our good-nights. Jody said she still had a bit of a headache from the drinks she had earlier and wished to retire early. By the way she was acting I think she just wanted some cock. Sue didn't speak much during dinner but I am sure I caught her discretely looking toward Mark on a number of occasions.

When Sue and I entered our bedroom I checked my watch. Exactly 8 minutes after Mark and Jody exited the back door, I was to initiate the plan. I hopped into bed before Sue and just before she got in I said,

"Oh damm." 

Sue looked at me and inquired, "What's the matter?"

"Oh, I've just realised, I've left my phone in the back yard, on the table. I don't want to leave it there all night. I'll have to go and get it."

As I went to get out of the bed, I grimaced and let out an audible groan.

"What's up with you?" Sue asked

"Oh, my back feels really tight and stiff." I complained.

She gave me a knowing look at said, "Would you like me to nip out and get it for you?"

Putting on my best sad puppy dog face, I replied, "Would you? Thank-you precious."

With a dramatically over emphasised sigh, she headed out to the yard to retrieve my phone. Under Marks instructions I had purposely left my phone on the outside table. The table was within earshot of the studio and should Mark and Jody be talking or anything... Sue would be able to hear them. The plan was for me to remain in the bedroom and wait for Sues return but I couldn't. I was only seconds behind Sue. Sneaky like a ninja, I silently followed her out the back door. Exiting the back door I stuck to the shadows and watched Sue approach the table. As she just about to pick up the phone I saw her freeze. She looked toward the studio. I knew she could hear them, Mark and Jody. That was Marks objective. He had placed Sue in a similar position as me the other night. Mark hoped that hearing the sounds of Mark rutting her daughter would draw Sue in, as it had done to me.

She turned and looked over her shoulder, back towards the house. In the shadows I froze. She returned her gaze to the studio and a second later, she began to inch closer. Mark had left the curtains open enough for her to see inside from the shadows. From my vantage point I could not see into the studio and I could only hear muffled voices. I had to get closer. Sue was transfixed, standing numbly and staring into the studio. I managed to get closer. I could not see inside but I could hear them. 

It sounded like someone was sucking somebody's cock. I had the mental image of my daughter Jody on her knees in front of that bastard, sucking his hard cock. I, in turn began to get hard. Sue continued to stare through the curtains. I could hear Mark.

"That's it baby, suck that cock. You like it don't you little slut? You like to suck cock." 

A muffled moan of agreement emitted from Jody. She couldn't really answer so well with her throat full of meat.

Mark continued, "OK then you little cock sucker, you want to suck some cock...c'mon take this"

Then I heard that "gluck gluck" sort of sound that girls make when they are having a thick prick rammed down their throat to their choke point. Bastard. He was skull fucking Jody in front of her mother. I wondered if Mark had tried to face fuck Sue earlier that day in the kitchen. My cock grew harder.

Mark knew Sue was out there. In the plan, I was to txt him if I couldn't get Sue to retrieve my phone and he'd placed it where he could easily see it from the studio. I heard him continuing to fuck Jody's face for a little longer and then I heard him order ...

"Doggie position women, time for a cocking."

Sue moved slightly away from the studio and she started to back away. I began to panic. If she turned to go back inside I would be busted. I couldn't move. Fuck. Then I heard Jody.

"Does daddy want to fuck his little girl like last night? Hey Daddy. Does daddy want to fuck this tight little girl pussy?"

Sue stopped her retreat. She stood for a moment, looked around, and then inched back toward the studio. I could hear Marks reply to Jody.

"No no, not tonight baby. No little girls tonight. Tonight this cock wants to fuck some little girls mother."

I saw Sue visibly stiffen at this comment. I could only imagine what was going through Jody's mind at this point. Mark went on, 

"This cock needs a real woman tonight. Get your pussy up in the air woman. C'mon get up and get on it!"

A few seconds later I heard Jody groan. He was entering her. From my hiding place, I could only see Sue from behind. Previously, Sues' hands were hanging limp by her side. Now one hand was no longer visible. Was she touching herself? I could not see for sure, but I was sure. She must be.

It appeared the spider had trapped another fly.

I could hear him easily now, directing my daughter through another of his sick sexual episodes.

"That's it baby, that's want I want... some nice juicy mature pussy. C'mon show me what mature pussy feels like round this rod."

I knew what was coming. I knew where he was going. I waited disgusted, throbbing. 

I could hear Jody making little grunting sounds as he pumped into her.

Mark continued, "That's it baby, C'mon show me how your Mummy fucks. I want to feel the inside of your mother's pussy."

I heard Jody's groan clear as a bell. She was starting to get right off on Marks sick shit.

I could hear Jody.

"Ohhh...ohhh...yeah ...that's it...c'mon show Mummy how you fuck her pussy. C'mon ...look after Mummy's pussy now."

I pictured him thrashing in and out of Jody's sweet little pussy. I heard him grunting, straining.

"Yeah, Gunna fuck that Mum pussy." He paused and then he said it.

"I want to fuck YOUR mum's pussy baby. Yeah. That's what I want... Oh yeah, I want to fuck your mother. I want to fucking seed your mums hot cunt!"

He wasn't holding back. He let Jody know in no uncertain terms what he wanted from her mum.

"I want to take Sue's warm pussy. C'mon , give it to me, give me a big juicy slice of your mothers fucking hot fur pie. Ride cock girl... ride it like your mother" 

I heard Jody let out a deep guttural moan as Mark, no doubt reacting to his own disgusting spiel, thrust himself deep into my girls vagina. Sue seemed to almost lose her balance at that point. She had just heard Mark tell her daughter that he wanted to fuck her mother. Jody obviously now realised that Mark was not just talking about any old "mother pussy"... but specifically her own mothers' pussy. Mark had just told her in no uncertain terms that he fantasied about fucking her mother.

"Fuck her then." I heard Jody say, "C'mon show me how you'd fuck her. Fuck her now."

Slap slap slap I could hear Mark smashing himself into Jodys rear.

"Fuck yeah" Mark grunted." Fuck yeah, that's it Sue, oh yeah I going to fuck you Sue, I'm going to fuck your creamy hot cunt."

Sue was standing in the shadows, touching herself. She's standing there, listening to Mark shouting out that he wants to fuck her...stating that he's fantasizing that he is fucking her right now... while he's got his hard cock right up her daughter. How Sue felt, watching Mark go to town on her daughter, knowing Mark was imagining that it was her ... I did not know. I did know that my own cock was as hard as its' ever been.

"Fuck her." Jody begged, "C'mon Mark, Fuck mums cunt. Fuck her hard. Give her a decent fuck...c'mon ..fuck her harder than shes' ever been fucked before...GIVE IT TO HER... FUCK HER CUNT OUT...PUNISH HER!"

Mark began to let out a terrible deep animalistic sound. He was about to explode. 

I had to retreat lest I be seen by Sue. The show was nearing its climax but I could not stay. As I stepped through the back door and back into the house...

I heard Jody cry out.

Mark was cumming.



The Visit Pt. 03



I was sitting up in bed, pretending to be reading when Sue returned to our bedroom. I could see she was troubled. She was trembling slightly and her face was quite flushed. 

"Oh you're back." I remarked. "I was just about to send out a search party... thought you must have got lost!" 

"No ...I..." Sue trailed off. "I...err...Yeah, I got it... got your phone." 

"Are you alright dear?" I asked knowingly. "Your face is all flushed...and look, you are trembling." 

"No no ...I'm fine.' She replied. "I just... I'm just... No, I'm Ok." 

She hopped into bed. Did I detect the sweet aroma of a woman's arousal? I took hold of one of her hands and said, 

"Sue, I can tell when something is up. What's the matter? Are you ill?" 

"No no." She replied "I'm ok, really." 

I turned to face her directly, 

"Sue." I said in my sternest voice and held her gaze. 

She looked down and away. 

Softly now, I said her name again, 

"Sue? What's going on?" 

She looked back up at me and replied, 

"Ok.Ok. It's...well, when I went out to get your phone, I could hear Jody and Mark talking and..." 

"Oh I get it." I interrupted. "You overheard them having a fight eh! Yeah well, I can understand how that would upset y..." 

She cut me off sharply, 

"Oh shut-up Dave. Shut up and listen." 

"Sorry." I uttered meekly. 

"They were having sex." She continued. "I could hear them having sex." 

I chuckled, "Darling, they are adults and they are engaged to be married and while I don't really like to think about it too much, I'm sure they make love quite a bit." 

She looked away and down, "They weren't making love... they were fucking..." 

"I beg your pardon?" I asked with feigned indignation. 

"They were not making love." She repeated, "They were fucking. Mark was fucking her like some mad man. I could...hear them. He... he seemed to be really giving to her. God I hope she is alright." 

I jumped up out of bed snorting, "Why that fuckin bastard, no-one treats my little girl like that, husband to be or not, I'm going out there. I will not allow my daughter to be treated like that ...especially under my roof." 

Fuck I was good. The academy award for "Most offended upset Father Award", goes to ...Me. 

Sue flew out of bed quicker than I. 

"No Dave, no you cannot go out there. Just, please, stay inside." She pleaded. 

"But Sue, I can't just lie here knowing Jody may not be all right. That he may be hurting her." I said. 

"Darling," Sue countered, it's their life, it's none of our business, besides..." 

Sue continued, "She seemed to be ok. She looked like she was coping just fine." 

Sue froze for just a second. She realised she had just said too much. I looked away and paused for dramatic effect. This is what I'd been hoping would happen. A slip up. Now, hopefully, I could manipulate her one step closer to receiving Marks cock. 

With my best puzzled look I asked, "What did you just say?" 

"What... Nothing." She replied unconvincingly. 

"No, You said ...'she LOOKED as though she was coping. That's what you said. Did you see them? Did you watch them Sue? Did you?" 

"No I... No I..." She was starting to break down. I kept the pressure on. I felt a full confession was imminent. 

"Sue, listen. Just stop, take a deep breath and tell me what happened." 

Reassuring her I continued, "You know you have to. You won't feel right until you do. C'mon tell me what happened." 

Close to tears Sue began to speak, 

"I ... just as I reached the phone I could hear them, I could hear them. Instinctively, I looked to that direction. She paused, 

"Dave, I could see them. Standing there in the shadows...looking... I could see right into their room." 

"So what." I said, "You reactively look that way and caught a glance of them, no big deal." 

"Oh Dave, I only wish that were true, I feel so dirty. Dave, I watched them I turned and watched them. I couldn't look away." 

I remained silent, hoping she would continue. She did. 

"They were engaged in oral sex. Jody was giving him head." 

I attempted to look a little shocked. I said to Sue, 

"Well...err um yeah... Well that's what couples do you know." I bumbled on, "You know, you used to do that quite a lot when we were young...and you were pretty good at it too I might add." 

"No Dave." She countered. "This was different. Different from how we...I...used to do it." 

"What do you mean different?" I asked. "How can it be different?" 

I wanted her to tell me what she had seen. I wanted her to relive that sordid scene. I wanted her to verbalise all that she had witnessed. 

Sue looked down, clearly embarrassed with what she was about to relive. 

She spoke calmly. "When I first looked in I could see Jody on her knees in front of Mark. She was sucking him. He asked her if she enjoyed it...if she liked to suck cock. She told him 'Yes'. 

She paused for a moment, and then continued. 

"Then Mark placed his hands either side of Jodys head and just started ramming it in and out of her mouth. Really pushing it down her throat. She was gagging on it and her eyes were watering and I thought she was going to choke...and all the while Mark was verbally abusing her...telling her to 'suck it' and calling her a 'slut' and a 'whore'." 

"What an asshole" I mumbled. 

She did not acknowledge my statement. She continued. 

"I know I should have left but I continued to look in on them. He told Jody to get on all fours and I knew that he was going to 'doggie' her. I turned to leave but I stayed. I watched them fuck." 

I decided to help her out a little. 

I looked at her and said, 

"Look, so ok... you probably should have walked away, but hey, sometimes you know, seeing something like that can be transfixing. You know you shouldn't but you can't stop yourself from looking." 

"But Dave," She said, "You don't understand. He fucked her like some wild animal. He was rutting himself into her at a furious pace." 

She continued now but seemed oblivious to my presence. Like some possessed soul, now she began to rant... 

"Mark was talking to her, ordering her, instructing her, willing her to appease his sick perversions. He was talking to her like she was some kind of dirty slut... 'open up bitch'...'spread your cunt for me'...'take my meat whore'. He was disgusting, dirty and depraved... and Dave..." 

Abruptly, she stopped talking and looked me square in the eyes and in a quivering voice said, 

"Dave, as sick and perverted as Mark is... I fear that I am worse..." 

"No no no." I whispered to her as I went to put my arms around her. She stopped me and said. 

"Dave, listen, you don't know. "She repeated, "You don't know...don't know..." 

"Don't know what? Darling, I replied. "What don't I know?" 

She turned, looked at me and said, 

"Dave, I watched them fucking and... I... it aroused me Dave. It aroused me. I stood there and I reached to my pussy and my pussy was wet Dave. Wet from watching Mark plough his cock into our daughter. I am wet now Dave. I became wet watching them and now I am even wetter now after retelling the tale. I feel ashamed but my pussy is on fire. My pussy yearns for cock." 

She dropped her head in shame. 

"I would love to fuck you right now." I offered. My cock was hard as a rock. 

She looked at me and offered a bitter smile. 

"There's more." She stated. 

"What do you mean ...more?" I asked. 

"Dave, please forgive me..." Again she looked away but continued speaking, 

"Watching them fuck aroused me a bit but when Mark started talking to her as he humped her, he began to say disgusting sick things, perverted things and it was those perverted things that he said that got to me and ignited thoughts and hidden desires deep within me." 

I could feel it. We were nearly there. I knew she was about to confess that it was the thought of Mark assaulting her pussy with his thick prick that got her wet and aroused. That would be the key. Once she confesses I will have secured the means of getting her into bed with Mark. I prompted her to go on. 

"What are you saying Sue? What thoughts? What desires?" I asked. 

Slowly she began, 

"Mark was fucking her furiously and then...he was talking to her saying all that stuff... and then..." She paused before continuing. 

"And then he said to Jody...he said, 'This is how I would fuck your mother.' Yes. He was fucking her and he just came out and told her that he wanted to fuck her mum...ME! He had his cock up her, pounding her and telling her 'Oh yeah, this is how I'd do your mum...Oh yeah I want to fuck your mums cunt up real good.' And then Jody gets into it and starts urging him on saying 'yeah fuck, fuck her hard...give it to her' ...and the next minute Marks calling out my name as he's screwing my daughter. 'Take that Sue ...Yeah take my cock Sue' ...he's yelling it out... and that's when I started touching myself. It was when I imagined that it was me receiving that pounding that I became aroused." 

I just looked at her, not knowing exactly what to say or how to act. She noticed my dilemma and said to me, 

"Dave, Dave, please forgive me. I know it's wrong for me to think that way but I could not help it. Part of my brain just took control of me. Oh Dave I love you so much. Can you still love me?" 

She moved herself close to me and put her hands on my face. Looking deep into my eyes she whispered, 

"Dave, I love you... Will you love me? Will you love me now Dave? Will you make love to me now, Dave? Right now." 

She reached for my hand and led it to her pussy. Under her nightie, I could feel her wetness had seeped through her panties. She was dripping. Her warm vag ready for cock. 

"Take me." She said. "Do me ...Take ME!" She begged. 

This would be hard for me but I had to do what I had to do. Slowly I removed my hand from her groin. With a growing frown I got out of bed and stood ,hands behind my back I walked over to the window, peering out ... I spoke, 

So, my dear, the thought of Mark making love to you...No...fucking you, turned you on eh! The thought of his hard cock assaulting your married quim was too much for you and you got hot and you came. Is that correct?" 

I still had not turned to face her. 

"Dave, I..." 

"Be quiet!" I cut her off abruptly. "You have disgraced me and yourself. Like some wanton voyeuristic whore you watch your own daughter being defiled and you wish it were you in her place... and then you come in her and like some horny slut... you ask me to fuck you." 

"Dave...I..." She tried again and I cut her off as sharply as before. 

"I said, be quiet!" I repeated. 

"I've a good mind to go out there and tell Mark and Jody exactly what you've done..." 

"NO NO NO ..." She wailed. "Please no Dave. Please don't tell them... Please... Please." 

I turned from the window ... 

"Shut up!" I snapped. "Shut up and listen. Shut up and listen good." 

I turned back to the window and continued to speak. 

"I've a good mind to tell them and then pack my bags and leave you. Do you think that's a good idea?" 

"Please Dave ...Noooo. Please." She sobbed. 

"Ok, Little Miss Slutty. I will not tell them...for now. But rest assured should you upset me or make me unhappy again...I will expose your disgusting true nature. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." She whispered. 

"Miss Slutty." I said to her. "Until Mark and Jody leave, you will address me as 'Husband' Do you understand?" 

"Yes." A very brief pause and then, "Husband" 

"Good. Now you will do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Husband" She replied. 

"Good. Now, get out of that bed and take your nightie off... but leave your panties on!" 

I thought I heard her start to speak but then wisely...she did not. I heard the rustle of clothing as she discarded her nightie. 

"Kneel." I commanded. 

"Close your eyes." Was my next instruction. 

I turned and went to her. Standing directly in front of her I dropped my shorts. My dripping cock sprang free. Pre-cum oozing from its tip. I ordered her to open her mouth. She complied. 

"Stick your tongue out." She did. 

I moved into position and pumped more precum from my cock. As the clear fluid stretched from my cock I guided its landing onto her tongue. 

"That's my pre-cum." I told her. "Here's some more for you." 

I took the wet underside of my shaft and began smearing my juice over her face. My cock was seeping out the slippery fluid and I near covered her whole face with it. She took this unusual face massage in silence. When I had finished I then said to her, 

"Well Little Miss Slutty, you seemed to enjoy watching your own daughter getting face fucked. Let's see how you like it." 

Her expression was one of shock and apprehension, but she did not speak nor open her eyes. I placed my hands on the sides of her head, manoeuvred my cock to the correct angle and slipped the glistening shaft slowly into her mouth. 

"Suck" was all I said. 

She began to work her mouth up and down my shaft. She was sucking my cock with more passion and vigour than she had done for years. She was sucking me like a mad woman. Her hands came up to encircle my shaft. 

"No" I told her. "Keep your hands away. Use only your mouth." 

For a moment she paused, but then continued her service. I then saw her move her hands to touch herself. 

"No." I barked. "You will not pleasure yourself here you dirty little cocksucker." 

I felt the vibration of her frustrated moan on my shaft as I denied her pleasure. It was time to finish this. I tightened my hold on the sides of her head. 

"Ok now... now will see how you like to be throat fucked." I sneered." Let's see how you go." 

I held her head and proceeded to pump my cock into her mouth till she gagged. I wanted to hear that same sound I heard my daughter make earlier when Mark forced his cock down her throat. The sound of the first 'gluck gluck' set me off into a verbal barrage. 

"OK then you little cock sucker, "I started, "you want to suck some cock...c'mon suck this." 

Pump Pump Pump, I pulled her head off my cock. 

"Oh, Maybe you'd prefer a different cock to suck. Maybe you'd like to suck someone else's cock?" 

She shook her head. 

"Oh No, I'm afraid you're not being truthful here. I think there is another cock that you would suck. I think you would like to suck Marks cock." 

She shook her head again, more vigorously than before. Who was she trying to fool me or herself? 

I plunged my cock back into her mouth and demanded, 

"Suck it. Suck Marks cock now you little slut. Suck his thick cock." 

I began fucking her skull mercilessly. In my head I had the vision of her earlier in the day with Marks cock in her mouth sitting in the kitchen and now here she was, with my cock reaming in and out of her gob. 

I kept pumping, kept talking, 

"That's it suck Marks cock. I know you want to ... Do it...Suck him!" 

She began to moan. As I continued commanding her to imagine she was sucking Marks cock her moaning intensified. The vibrations sent pulsing currents of pleasure through my engorged cock. 

A thought formed in my mind...My wife had had 2 different cocks in her mouth in one day. 

It was too much for me. I came.



The Visit:  Saturday



SATURDAY 

The year I spent working as the morning jock at a radio station turned me into a morning person. After a few weeks of needing the alarm to wake me in order to get to work on time, I trained myself not to need it and turned it off. Truth be told, I really grew to hate the alarm sound, so I was relieved not to need it after a couple of weeks. Even though I left that job years ago and didn't need to get up so early for work anymore, I am still pretty much a morning person. This morning I woke up later than usual even after compensating for the time zone difference; but still it was still early considering it was Saturday. 

Sharon was still nestled in my arms in front of me. I felt some "morning wood" between my legs. My cock had found its way between her buttocks for its night time resting spot. I fought the urge to wake her and take care of it. I knew she worked Friday and that last night was a late one--especially for two people who typically need to be at work early every day. I thought back on the night before. I felt we had incredible sex and a definite connection. I hoped she felt the same way. I listened to her breathing--hoping she was still asleep. She was. It was a peaceful sound.

I realized how hungry I was. She would be too. The previous night's activities burned a good many calories and I had no way of knowing when she ate last--outside of her snacking on me. 

I needed to do something about that. I tried to figure out a way to extricate myself from holding her and getting off the bed without waking her. I gently slid my arm out from underneath the pillow her head was on. Having successfully done that, I moved slowly towards my side of the bed. I was relieved to see her quickly readjust, nestle under the covers, and continue sleeping. What an angel, I thought. I pulled my pants on and left the room silently pulling the door until it was nearly closed behind me.

I found my way to her kitchen and began to scout out options. Hmmm. Eggs, cheese, milk, bread, some fruit, jam. French toast? No. After last night's activities, we needed protein. I decided on an omelet with toast and some fruit. I wondered if she got any of the apples from her students. Did kids ever really do that? About 15 minutes later, I had a large fluffy cheese omelet on a plate we'd share. Toast, sliced fruit, and some orange juice. Good for a start. Maybe we'd go out and eat more later. Didn't think to look for coffee? Did she even drink coffee? One of many things I didn't know and wanted to. God there's a lot I want to learn about her. I carried my efforts back to the bedroom. I pushed the door open with my foot and entered. I stood at the side of the bed, holding the food, and looking at Sharon resting peacefully.

I don't know if it was the aroma of the food or if she just sensed my presence that made her eyes open dreamily. As she woke, she smiled softly.

"Sweet dreams," I asked.

"Mmmm. Not telling. I'm glad you're here."

"You're glad?" I laughed. "How do you think I feel? I made us some breakfast. Hope it's OK. I just kind of made myself at home."

"You certainly made yourself at home last night."

I laughed again. She sat up in bed and after I sat down set the plate between us, cut a piece of the omelet with the edge of the fork, and gave her a taste.

"I know I'm hungry, but this is very good."

"Glad you like it. My friends call me a chef, but I just enjoy making good food and seeing people's reactions to the food." I paused before continuing, " It's just an omelet. I'm better at other things."

"I'll say," she replied hinting.

"Uhh. I meant cooking food when I said it."

"I know, but you're not the only person who can joke."

God, I love smart women. Sharon was both smart and beautiful. I handed her the fork and pulled out a second one for myself. We shared the omelet and toast and conversed. 

We had a lot to share, the balance of the weekend was ahead.

As we continued our minimal breakfast I asked, "Were you nervous about meeting me? I mean, what if I was a 'creeper' or something?"

Sharon laughed. "A couple of things. First, I had a pretty good feel for you from our email exchanges. You seemed like an OK guy. You gave me good advice and looked out for my interests. So I felt I had a pretty good idea of your character. I also had my cell phone. And, I had a back-up plan."

"What do you mean back-up plan," I asked.

"You probably didn't notice but there was a black guy near the luggage carousel at the airport. That was Kelvin."

My mind raced backwards in time. I remembered him. Confident guy, could be imposing if he wanted to be. I remembered that he observed Sharon and I during our passionate initial meeting and turned to leave about the same time we did. Maybe Sharon gave him some kind of signal. 

"We live in a pretty crazy world. I'm glad you had someone there for you," I said truthfully.

She nodded.

"So what's up for today," I asked.

"I thought I'd give you a little bit of a tour. I thought we could go out and have dinner, maybe dance, just play it by ear. Maybe a surprise or two along the way"

It was all new and different and it all sounded good to me. Mostly I just wanted to be with her. I nodded.

"You probably want to shower and stuff," she said. "I'll clean up the dishes while you get ready. Oh, and thanks for breakfast."

As I headed towards the bathroom, Sharon gathered the plate, forks, and juice glasses. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her pick up my white shirt from the floor. She put it on. There were two things about her doing this that excited me. First, it reminded me of the very first picture she sent to me after I wrote to her telling her how much I liked her story. The picture was of her from behind wearing a white shirt and somewhat backlit showing her incredible body. When I got it, I thought it was sexy as hell. Secondly and she had no way of knowing this, for some peculiar reason, I find women wearing my dress shirts incredibly sexy. She left it unbuttoned leaving her tits exposed and the bottom of the shirt barely covering her ass. My shirt never looked so good as it did that moment. I felt a hardness growing again between my legs. She caught me smiling as she turned around.

"What!?" she demanded.

"I was thinking my shirt never looked so good."

She smiled, pushed me towards the bathroom, and walked saucily out of the room. I knew she knew I was watching.

I shaved and turned on the water in the shower to let it warm up before stepping inside. It really felt great to feel hot water across my body. With my eyes closed as I shampooed my hair, I felt a sudden rush of cooler air and then heard the door as Sharon climb into the shower to join me. Her shower wasn't big, but I've never been in a shower where there hasn't always room for a willing two.

"You here to help wash my back?"

"Yeah but I'm certainly not going to neglect your front," she quipped.

I rinsed the shampoo from my hair and opened my eyes to see her. I greeted her with a warm embrace. Her body was slippery from the water and felt great. I kissed her on the forehead then moved to her mouth when she tilted her head up towards mine.

In turn, we soaped each other and washed each other. I'll admit my hands lingered in the areas of her body that gave me so much delight and pleasure the night before.

After she turned away from me, I scrubbed her back. When the job was accomplished I dropped the loofah and handed her the soap. My left hand slid up her side towards her left breast. My right hand slid down her right side, across the bottom of her ass, and into her pussy. My chest pressed against her back and her front against the wall of the shower. The shower head pummeled my back with hot water. The room was getting steamy and the heat from the shower wasn't the only source.

"Do you know how much I crave you," I uttered into her ear as I fingered her cunt with one hand and her breast with my other. 

She gasped. "Tell me." 

She soaped her hand then dropped it. She reached behind her and began massaging my dick and balls. The slipperiness of the soap on her hands coupled with the stroking she was giving my dick felt great. It was a sensuous combination of firm and slippery. She didn't neglect my balls in all this. Her hand caressed each in turn then together in her palm and fingers, massaging them. Her longest finger dipped below my sack towards my ass, then back up towards my balls, separating them before running her hand back up to give my dick a nice long firm stroke. She kept working my package as I spoke.

"We've only been together less than a day and I'm insatiable for you. You're incredible. It's like you're reading my mind when we make love. With you it's not just fucking to get off. We connect. You have a gift. You are a gift."

"Fuck me." was all she said. If it wasn't clear how she wanted me by that, it was amply clear when she rose on to the balls of her feet providing me with greater access.

I penetrated her from behind. As my dick entered her pussy, my left hand grasped her left tit. It was a lot more than a handful and I felt its weight in my hand. My finger and thumb reached towards the nipple as the rest of her breast filled my hand. The soap made it slippery and it eluded my grasp at times but I was determined. I let the water rinse the soap from my hand before attempting again with greater success in being able to hold on. 

My right hand stretched around her other side and downward towards her pussy. Reaching the inside of her thigh, I soon felt both my dick and her pussy with my hand. I reached higher towards her clit. I quickly found it and began stroking it with my fingers as my dick thrust into her pussy. My finger slipped from the soap and then dipped slightly to feel the underside of my shaft as it moved in and out of her. I moved my finger back up to her clit to resume giving it the attention it deserved. My dick continued sliding in and out of her pussy.

As the water pulsated against my back, I moved my face to the left side of her face. I gently bit her earlobe, then whispered low and huskily.

"Like this my little slut? Do you like feeling my hand pulling your nipple? Me fingering you? My dick rammed up in your pussy?"

"Yeah baby. Give it to me. Fill my pussy with your cum."

"You acting or fucking?" My question didn't exactly come out of the blue.

There was a pause as she mulled this over.

"Both. Fucking is acting. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

Inwardly I laughed. She had used the phrase "all fucking is acting" in a couple of our exchanges.

"I don't know. I never considered myself much of an actor, but this is pretty easy and fun."

I knew our height difference meant that her feet were arched. Looking downward I could see she was on the balls of her feet as I pinned her against the shower wall. I could feel her rise as my dick impaled her, moving deeper into her pussy. The top of each thrust resulting in nearly lifting her off the floor. Was it pure animalistic desire or something else? I felt greedy for her, my motions were rhythmic and repetitive. Sharon flexed her pussy muscles gripping me with each thrust. It felt like she was milking my cock with her cunt. Tightening and loosening with each of my thrusts. Our breathing grew heavier and as she tipped her head back my mouth found her left ear lobe again. I began to suck it greedily as I continued kneading her breast and rubbing her clit.

I was very hard and at the point where selfishness for my own orgasm took over. The sensation of hot, slippery, rhythmic, wet, and the sounds of our lovemaking put me on the edge.

My words timed rhythmically one word with each thrust. "You. Make. Me. Feel. So. Fuck. ing. Good."

"Use me baby. Fill me with you come."

That was all it took. I could feel my balls tighten and it seemed as though my cum was drawn from my toes. I gently bit her earlobe as I came, then released it to cry out, emptying my jizz into her wanting cunt.

With each pulse of my cock, I felt like I was melting into her. The heat and steam in the shower added to the effect. The sudden release seemed to trigger a similar response everywhere else in my body--like my whole body was liquefying and would run down the drain with the water, soap suds, and soon any of our bodily fluids. I continued pressing her against the wall of the shower using her to keep me upright as I regained my strength. 

She turned around, pulled her body against mine, put her hands behind my head to draw my mouth to hers and kissed me soulfully.

"Wow" I whispered when I broke from her kiss. She put a finger to my lips before I could say anything else.

"Dry off. I'm going to finish up in here. We've got a big day ahead."

"Hey! I just want to double check. How should I dress?" I asked.

"Casual now. We'll come back here later to change into something different for tonight," Sharon explained.

After I finished dressing, I looked around Sharon's home while she finished dressing. I enjoy looking at how people decorate their homes. Looking at titles on their bookshelves or music collections gives me insights to their interests and tastes and these tidbits can be great conversation starters later. I wondered how people in the future will get these kinds of insights with more people using e-books and MP3 players.

I walked to the window that looked out onto the street. It was a pretty typical suburban neighborhood. My mind flashed back again to one of Sharon's stories—the one where Kelvin set some specific terms for Sharon before fucking her. One of the terms was that she would greet him at his car naked. I remembered reading and how excited I got about it seeing it in my imagination and the great orgasm I had. I wished I had thought of that bit. I decided to tuck it into the back of my mind for some future adventure. I was really growing to like where my new relationship with Sharon was going and the exciting possibilities Sharon provided for living out my fantasies. It was kind of exciting to finally meet someone who stimulated me like she did.

I must have been lost in thought because I thought I heard a car door open and then close. The next thing I knew Sharon came up behind me and startled me.

"Ready to go?"

Turning around and seeing her I was pleased. She looked radiant, casual and classy all at the same time. Blouse that revealed some of her amazing cleavage when she'd bend the right way, pants that showed her ass that I suddenly wanted to bite, and some ankle high boots with a bit of a heel to not only make her a little taller but did very nice things to both her legs and her ass.

"Definitely. Let's go," I said.

After we were in her car, I asked her about our destinations.

"Well....I thought I'd show you some of the area. Didn't you tell me you'd been here before?

I nodded before qualifying, "yeah but it was so long ago I don't really remember it at all." After a short pause, I asked "Am I going to get to see Zoo Road?"

Sharon laughed. "Zoo Road. Sure."

"I think you did more to promote Zoo Road as an attraction than the city tourism department ever did," I joked.

Sharon laughed. She knew that I was referencing another one of her stories that she wrote and published on line.

We drove past various places and Sharon pointed them out to me. The school where she used to work, some historic and cultural places, shopping areas, her ex-husband's studio.... 

"Let's stop and I can meet him," I suggested with a tinge of irony in my voice.

"Why? So you punch him out, get arrested, and end up in jail? There goes the rest of my suck and fuck weekend."

"Might not be so bad--if there are conjugal visits. Didn't you ever have one of those fantasies of being the big tit chick with a bunch of horny male prisoners?"

"Hmmm." Sharon mulled it over in her imagination.

If she hadn't ever had that fantasy, I knew I planted a seed. If what she told me was true, all of Sharon's stories I had read were based on actual events. I wondered if she'd cross over into fiction and if I might read one about conjugal jail visits. I didn't think about it too long because we found a place to eat and talk. The food was good and we were both pretty hungry because it had been a while since our meager breakfast. After lunch we drove away from the city.

"Upstate NY is noted for some wineries. I thought we might do some wine tasting and buy a couple of bottles," Sharon explained.

During the tour, I tried to pull Sharon between two huge barrels in the cellar to feel her up. Then we did some wine tasting, and made some necessary purchases. We pulled out of the winery parking lot and were soon on a highway heading back towards the city. 

Driving back towards the city we drove on towards Zoo Road. Driving along, I could see people jogging, biking and walking along the trail, through the woods, and along the water. It was scenic and seemed to have some possibilities for privacy. Sharon told me to pull over and park the car.

"We stopping?"

"I have something to show you. Up for a little exercise?"

"I can be," I replied.

"I'm actually counting on it," Sharon. "Bring the wine."

I grabbed the wine and the glasses and got out of the car and as Sharon did I saw she grabbed a blanket from the back seat. We walked along the trail for a little while and then wandered off the trail to a more private place.

"Do you know what poison ivy looks like," Sharon asked. "I'd hate to see either one of us catch it –especially in a sensitive area."

I wasn't sure if she was joking or serious. I was still getting used to her sense of humor. I checked anyway.

"Clear."

We spread the blanket down in a grassy area underneath a tree and then sat down. I opened the wine and poured each of us a glass. We talked for a little while, enjoying the wine, the nice weather, then stretched out and began making out. 

After some serious French kissing as we lay side by side, we began undoing each other's clothes. She unbuttoned my shirt and began running her hands on my chest. I did the same unbuttoning her blouse and liberating her breasts from her bra. Sharon stood up to pull down her pants but left her thong on.Then I stood, unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and laid back down onto the blanket. I rolled onto my back with my dick pointing to the sky. I pulled Sharon on top of me. She straddled me, sitting on top of me without me penetrating her. One of my hands went instinctively to her tit and the other to her ass. Reaching under her blouse, I began kneading her tit and teasing her nipple. My other hand stroked the curve of her thigh and ass. I continued stroking her body.

Sharon bent down to bring her tits against my chest and stretched out her legs so they were on each side of mine. We began kissing again. Sharon began rubbing her body up and down mine. I could feel the softness of her tits mashed against my chest and the hardness and heat of her nipples against mine. My dick was trapped between my abdomen and hers when she began rubbing up and down my body. After a little while she moved to a point where she found the sweet spot that allowed her to stimulate her clit with my dick by rubbing its length. Then she began to press down to find the right amount of pressure. As she rubbed and used me as her fuck tool, the intensity of the pressure she applied to my dick increased. I tried to imagine what she felt—the silkiness of her thong, her own wetness, the pressure of my dick.

Listening to her breathing and judging from her movements and the ever increasing pressure she applied, I knew she was deep into her fantasy. I wondered which it was—the big tit chick with horny prisoner's seed I planted earlier? Something else? 

I decided to let her use my body to get off. I put my hands onto her ass and pulled her tighter to me, matching the rhythm and length of her grinding. She was working pretty hard and I could feel moisture from sweat and the heat of my chest against hers. My dick was aching from the pressure she was applying and it was beginning to hurt. I could tell she wanted this orgasm badly and I let her continue. Her focus and intensity was incredible. She had a goal and I knew better than to try to stop her. It was incredibly erotic for me to know how focused she was and how much her pleasure was being derived by my body and how in control she was in making it happen.




The Visit:  Saturday



What would happen first, her coming, me coming, or me asking her to stop because of the pain I was beginning to feel in my dick?

"Use me baby. Use me. Let me be your fuck tool," I said.

I felt her body stiffen and jerk at what must have been the peak of her climax when she came. She moaned a little, savoring the feeling, catching her breath, before talking.

"I wish you could feel how good that felt." She paused. "I want you inside me."

She got onto her knees and moved her thong to the side, presenting a very inviting pussy to me.

Her pussy was hot and incredibly wet. My dick was as hard as a steel rod and felt incredibly long. It felt heavier than usual in my hand. At that moment it could probably have penetrated anything. I grabbed her hips and sunk my dick into her deeply. Sharon's exhale communicated desire and pleasure.

After establishing the depth and feeling her moisture on my length, I began to fuck her vigorously using my fingers against her thighs to force her pussy back onto my cock and feeling her ass cheeks quiver when they'd slam against my hips. 

Sensing my need, rhythm, speed; Sharon maintained the movements. I moved my hands to her tits. I wanted to feel their rounded fullness in my hands as we fucked. I wanted to feel them pendulously sway forward and then back again with each and every thrust. Sharon picked up the pace.

I grabbed her nipples between my fingers and pulled her back sinking my dick into her fully. I was being rough with her. And I was enjoying it. It wasn't just my intensity that was building. Sharon's was too and I could feel it.

"Oh my god. Oh my god.... I'm coming." She moaned, and I did too. 

As I let loose my load of cum, I felt my eyes roll back into my head. It almost felt like I was blacking out as my dick spewed more with each pulse. Together we collapsed to the blanket, out of breath and sexually spent. 

Initially my dick was still hard for several minutes after coming but I could feel my erection begin to soften. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. I nuzzled her hair against my face.

"I love you baby."

I reached around and pulled as much of the remaining blanket over us as I could. We dozed for a bit. It felt great to be alive and most of all here.

"We better get going. We've got to go back home and get ready for dinner and tonight's fun," Sharon said.

We put ourselves back together, gathered up the wine, glasses and blanket and started walking back to Sharon's car.

"Well my visit to Zoo Road was a memorable one. It certainly exceeded my expectations," I said.

We got in, drove back to her place, and then began to get ready for dinner and our night on the town. Sharon showered first and then disappeared. When I got out of the shower, I found a glass of wine waiting on the bathroom counter and a note that said, "I'm getting ready in the other room. See you soon." 

Remembering our conversation from this morning, I put on my dress clothes and tie. Checked myself over to make sure I looked sharp. Then I went to her living room, sat down with my wine, and waited. Good things take time and I was going to be patient.

My chin just about hit the floor when Sharon walked into the room. She was dressed in a very sexy silk red dress that clung closely to her body showing off her great curves. She was wearing these great stiletto heels. I honestly couldn't tell if she had a bra or thong on because there were no seam lines and I could see the nubs of her nipples through the silk fabric. Her hair fell gently down to her shoulders and her makeup was impeccable. The jewelry she selected made her eyes sparkle.

"You like?"

"You have to ask?" I paused. "You look incredible. I will be the envy of every straight guy who sees you tonight."

She turned to a mirror to look at herself again one last time before we left. "Yeah, I think I look pretty good, if I do say so myself."

We got back into Sharon's car and drove back downtown to a very nice upscale restaurant she had made reservations for earlier in the week. As I predicted, heads turned as we walked into the restaurant. We had some cocktails in the bar. Then the hostess called us to our table. The dining room was mostly candle lit, somewhat dark, romantic. We settled in close together in our booth , took our time with appetizers, had another cocktail, and enjoyed some conversation before ordering. 

While we waited for our salads I felt Sharon's hand move onto my thigh. It was a gesture of affection by her and made me feel special. My mind flashed back, it was just about 24 hours earlier that my plane had landed here and we met face to face for the very first time. It was crazy how much happened since then. I felt like my life was turbocharged. My sex life certainly had been since I arrived here.

I reciprocated putting my arm around her across the back of the booth and my other hand on her thigh. Then I slid it up between her legs. It wasn't hard to be discrete with a good sized booth and a tablecloth. I now had the answer to my earlier question about underwear. Classy, a thong. She parted her legs and I pulled the fabric aside and began playing with her pussy lips—rubbing and stroking. Our meals would arrive soon and my goal wasn't to get her off, it was just to tease her a little and provide a little physical appetizer for what I hoped would be a satisfying main course later.

In due time our food arrived and as disappointed as I was to have to stop playing with Sharon's pussy, the food was excellent. I'm a bit of a foodie and have pretty high standards for food as well as for my women. I was living large on both accounts.

"The only thing better than this food, is you baby. I feel like the luckiest man on earth right now with you here next to me looking like you do."

Sharon turned to me and smiled. I hoped my sincerity came through.

We finished dinner, had dessert,and an after dinner drink in the bar before heading back to the car. It was much later than I thought. Time had flown by.

"What's next?" I asked.

"We'll I thought we'd cruise over to this club I know. They have professional entertainment and sometimes amateurs come up and do their acts."

When we got there, I paid the cover charge and we went in. The room was dark and there was a small stage at one of the room. Sharon looked around the room and grabbed my hand. 

"There's an empty table close to the stage, let's get it before someone else does."

We made our way through the crowd and scored the table. While Sharon waited at the table, I went to the bar and ordered drinks for us. If there was a house band tonight, they must have just started their break between sets because the bar was busy. It took a little while before I could flag down the bartender to place our order. While I waited, I looked back towards our table. I saw Sharon talking to some guy.

Fuck I thought. I hope this isn't going to become a problem. You go out with a beautiful woman, great body, leave her for 2 minutes to go to the bathroom, get drinks, or fetch the car and suddenly guys are moving in.

I looked towards the bartender impatiently while he got our drinks ready. Hopefully he read my impatience in my look. I glanced back at Sharon and saw her hand the dude something. What was it? Her number? What the fuck?

The bartender came back with our drinks and I paid him. By the time I turned back to Sharon at the table, the guy she had been talking to was gone. Should I ask her about it? Would I blow my cool with her answer? The walk back to the table wasn't quite long enough for me to sort through the possibilities.

I set the drinks down on the table.

"Can you believe it? Some guy started hitting on me," Sharon said.

"Well I'm not surprised he was hitting on you. You're hot."

"Still he saw me come in here with you. Isn't it pretty obvious we're together?" I shut him down."

I wasn't completely buying it because I could have sworn I distinctly saw Sharon give him something, but I decided to make a joke out of it.

"Maybe he was trying to score a threesome." I joked.

"Hmmmm. Well that thought had crossed my mind," Sharon said. Then after looking around the room said, "Damn, I don't see him anymore. He probably left. That would have been fun too."

We watched several acts. MC would come up and introduce each act in turn and try to get the crowd pumped up and a little engaged before the act would start.

After each was introduced you had a definite impression about how much they had performed in front of an audience before by how much presence they had taking the stage. Clearly some were first-timers.

There was a guy who came up and did some slight of hand card tricks. He asked Sharon to come up on stage and help him. Smooth, I thought. Great way to pick up chicks or get people to buy you drinks. Learn some card tricks and get the good looking girls to be your assistant. He got a pretty good response from the crowd, but he didn't really have any tricks that I would consider "wow" to put him into the top acts.

Then there was a young college girl who sang as she played her guitar. A Taylor Swift wannabe— she had potential. I wondered if she did original material in addition to the Taylor Swift cover that the crowd knew. She got very respectable applause.

The next act was a comedian. He started out OK, then did some crude jokes that were predictable and bombed. Some guys near the bar started to heckle him. He tried to fight back from the stage but failed miserably. He really had no sense of comedic timing.

The MC came on the PA and announced the bar would be closing soon and that this was last call for alcohol. I asked Sharon if she wanted another drink because I would order another for her along with myself. She declined and so I ordered one for myself and then waited for the next act. About this point, Sharon turned to me and excused herself to go to the bathroom.

If the comedian thought he had a rough crowd, the next guy had it even worse. He was a ventriloquist. So you can imagine the ridicule he was subjected to. All kinds of quips about sticking your arm up the doll's ass, or "who's the real dummy on the stage?" and "hey man can you make the doll's lips move as much as your own?" So he went down in flames. I kind of felt bad for the guy. He wasn't the most original or the best ventriloquist I had seen, but the crowd didn't really give him much of a chance before they ripped into him.

The next act was another singer. This time a male. He did an old ballad type song. He had a pretty good voice and a deep one at that. The crowd seemed relieved to be hearing music and not seeing a bad comedian or a ventriloquist with mediocre material, so the male singer seemed to fare pretty well.

After he finished the MC announced that there was one more act for tonight's amateur night. It was nearly closing time. I couldn't believe how fast the night went by. The bar had thinned out since earlier in the night but way by no means empty. After seeing/hearing so many lame acts, I think people were pretty much just trying to finish up their drinks and could care less about the contest anymore. All that was about to change Suddenly there was music playing on the house PA system which was cranked almost to the max. You could feel the bass and percussiveness of the beat as the song began.

The song was "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls an early 90's tune. 

Heads swiveled to the stage. My impression was that what was happening was far from the norm here on most amateur nights. Let me try to describe the song and Sharon's corresponding actions.

Song:

8 bars of introduction

Sharon:

Sharon stepped through this gold shimmer curtain dressed in a "naughty school girl" outfit. You know the kind. Short plaid skirt, knee high stockings, white shirt. She looked amazingly hot. Her tits were nearly bursting out of her top. If the bar patrons didn't realize an act was beginning, they certainly did as she coyly walked to center of the platform. Some guys hooted from around the bar. As she walked closer, I could see she was holding a round red lollipop. I guessed the flavor was cherry, but I really didn't give it more than a passing thought. She continued walking forward until she was directly in front of me.

Song:

I love myself,

I want you to love me

Sharon:

As the lyrics started, Sharon sucked on the lollipop before pulling it from her mouth and mouthing the words "I want you to love me"

Song:

When I feel down,

Sharon:

Sharon's head tilted down towards the floor so her chin nearly seemed to rest on a shelf created by her tits and that tight top.

Song:

I want you above me

Sharon:

She seductively raised her eyes, piercing my soul with direct eye contact, and then she bent over low sticking out her ass away from me while giving me a great view of her cleavage and then handed me her lollipop.

Song:

I search myself

I want you to remind me.

Sharon:

Sharon stood up, ran her hands up the sides of her body then suggestively cupped her breasts. It was tough, Sharons tits are more than generous. The hooting in the bar resumed.

Song

I forget myself

I want you to remind me

Sharon:

Then her hand dipped slowly down her body to between her legs, lightly grazing the length of her pussy.

Song

I don't want anybody else

Sharon:

Sharon shook her head no and then closed her eye as though she were having a fantasy.

Song:

When I think about your I touch myself

Sharon:

She ran her hands up along the sides of her body, past her breasts, and up through her hair.

Song:

Oooh I don't want anybody else

Sharon:

Sharon abruptly stopped, put her finger perpendicular to her lips as though she were telling a secret. Then she moved her hands to her sides.

Song:

Oh no, Oh no, Oh no.

Sharon:

Sharon began shaking her head and her long hair shook sexily, and she swiveled her hips left to right.

Song:

You're the one

who makes me come running

Sharon:

Sharon started this sexy strut around the stage. She'd take a sultry slow step forward, then just as she'd finish the step, she'd thrust her pelvis forward repeating.

Song:

You're the sun

who makes me shine

Sharon:

She turned towards me, made eye contact, and with her right hand pretended to stroke her pussy, while her left hand moved to her mouth and pretended to bite on her thumb as though she was trying to stifle an orgasm.

Song:

When you're around

I'm always laughing

Sharon:

She turned towards me and walked over extending her arms as she bent down.

Song:

I want to make you mine...

Sharon:

At this point Sharon grabbed my black necktie and yanked it aggressively so that I had absolutely no choice but to join her on the stage. I was dumbfounded. She pushed me towards the empty chair on the stage previously used by the ventriloquist. 

Song:

And see you before me...

Sharon:

She closed her eyes and then pretended to give me a lap dance before rising to her feet.

Song:

Think I would die if you were to ignore me

Sharon:

She turned away, took two steps, quickly turned back to face me and ripped open her blouse exposing her bra with her beautiful tits barely constrained. Nearly overwhelmed by her brazen exhibition; I vaguely heard hoots, cheers and whistles from the crowd.

Song:

A fool could see

just how much I adore you.

Sharon:

Sharon slowly started teasing her bra off unfastening the clasp but leaving the sheer fabric cross the front--almost to the point of exposing her nipples as she walked sultrily towards me. Once she got close to me, she again grabbed my tie and pulled me into a standing position.

Song:

I get down on my knees

Sharon:

Sharon mashed her body against mine. As she slowly started to descend to her knees, her bra came off and she handed to a nearby guy She continued downward until her tits were against my now obvious hardening cock, and then she began tit fucking me through the fabric of my pants. The crowd went wild.

She continued rubbing my cock with her tits and slipped her hands behind my ass

Song:

I do anything for you 

I don't want anybody else

When I think about you I touch myself.

Sharon:

She looked up to make eye contact me with on these lines. I nearly came with the look she gave me. It was seemed so pure. I was so swept up in the moment, I almost forgot I was standing on a small stage, in a club, in Rochester, with a whole bunch of people watching. It was exhilarating on multiple levels. I could see why Sharon loved being an exhibitionist.

Song:

Ooohhh I don't want anybody else

Sharon:

Sharon dramatically pushed me away and I almost fell backwards. She stood, leaving her breasts exposed and strutted a few steps away while I regained my balance. I watched her sexy ass sashay back and forth as she walked away from me. Her breasts now fully visible to everyone, the crowd cheered loudly.

Song:

oh no, oh no, oh no.

Sharon:

She turned around and waggled her finger at me, then moved her hands downward and began teasing her nipples with both hands. 

At this point there's a short instrumental section in the song, and Sharon used it to tease both me and the audience heightening our arousal and expectations about what was to come next. It was like we were moving closer to the brink of a collective orgasm. But the instrumental ended before we could come. Sharon seemed to have anticipated that reaction because as the vocals resumed, she initiated a new level of visual seduction.

Song:

I love myself 

I want you to love me

Sharon:

Sharon began a sultry walk inching closer to me while hands descended to her plaid skirt and began teasing the crowd with the possibility of her removing it.

Song:

When I feel down,

I want you above me.

Sharon:

At the word "down," Sharon dropped her skirt in front of me. The crowd went wild again seeing Sharon now clad only in her sexy thong, thigh high stockings and pumps.

Song:

I search myself

Sharon:

Sharon's hand moved to the fabric of her thong and began rubbing her pussy through it with her hand. Her opposing hand reached out, taking mine in order to

Song:

I want you to find me

Sharon:

Make me remove her thong and also to replace her hand stroking her pussy with mine. Holding my hand she led me to match the rhythm that she had earlier established stroking her pussy.

Song:

I forget myself

I want you to remind me

Sharon:

I was so nearly engrossed in her seduction that I didn't realize the significance of the timing of these gestures with the lyrics. As the meaning dawned on me, I began to wonder if she wanted me to finger her to orgasm here on the stage in front of this audience.

Song:

I don't want anybody else.

Sharon:

She didn't give me much time to think about it because she next turned towards the crowd and leaned back against my body so that my arm was around her as I continued to rub her pussy.

Song:

When I think about you

I touch myself.

Sharon:

My other hand rose instinctively towards her tit and began to tweak her hard nipple. With both my hands occupied, I saw Sharon lift her one hand to her other tit and began to tweak her other nipple.

Song:

I don't want anybody else.

Sharon:

With her free hand, Sharon turned my head towards her's and gave me a soulful kiss. Then she released both hands.

Song:

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Sharon:

Now that my hands were busy and her hands were free, Sharon broke off the kiss and now admonished the audience by pointing her index finger sweeping across the people in the room, then shaking her head no and waving her finger as in "naughty, naughty."

Song: At this point in the song, the next few lines are spoken.




The Visit:  Saturday



Sharon:

Sharon turned towards the audience, sat on the stage, and slowly and seductively spread her legs giving the audience a complete view of her pussy. It was far sexier than the move Sharon Stone did in "Basic Instinct". She looked directly at me.

Song:

I want you

Sharon:

Looking me squarely in the eyes, Sharon mouthed the words in time with the song.

Song:

I don't want anybody else

And when i think about you I touch myself

Sharon:

Sharon continued mouthing the words to me.

Song:

OO OO OO-OO Ahh

Sharon:

By this time, I realized there was a crowd forming around the stage to get a good view of Sharon's act. People further back were all trying to see over those closer to the stage. A few were standing on chairs.At this point in the song, Sharon closed her eyes, shook her head, and the orgasm she faked in front of the crowd was far more convincing than most I had seen in movies—porn or other wise

Song:

I don't want anybody else.

Sharon:

As the chorus of the song repeated Sharon provocatively gestured to her pussy as though fingering herself to another orgasm. The crowd was going crazy and while there were both men and women there, it was the male voices that dominated. I felt like the room was closing in on me because Sharon's performance was so erotic and hot.

Song:

When I think about you I touch myself

I touch myself

Sharon:

Looking around the faces and reactions seemed to be almost slow motion. Reactions really ran the gamut. One guy seemed to be fishing into his pants to pull out his cock. Another guy sitting almost directly in front of Sharon but a little way from the stage was bending towards her pussy—as though he could perform cunnilingus from 10 feet away. Another guy seemed to be about ready to get a blow job from his date sitting next to him. Wow. That happened fast I thought.

Song:

I don't want anybody else

When i think about you I touch myself

Sharon:

As the song ended. Sharon looked back at me, had the presence of mind to gather up as much of her outfit as she could, and then grabbed my hand leading me back through the shimmer curtain to the backstage area.

I heard the MC say over the PA, "What do you think folks? That was Sharon, our last act for tonight." The place erupted in cheers and applause. Once we were backstage, I pulled back on her hand and pulled her towards me to look her directly in the eye. 

We stood there, her naked. Me clothed. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deeply.

"That was incredible. I had no idea. How on earth?"

Sharon answered somewhat urgently, "I need to get dressed. While the bar's closed, this isn't that kind of bar and the cops might be on their way. I'll explain in the car."

Sharon ducked into a small room to put her original dress and heels back on. I waited outside looking expectantly each way for cops to arrive. Once she was done we ran out the back door, through the alley and towards Sharon's car.

Once inside, we both let out a sigh of relief as Sharon started the car. 

"Wow" Was pretty much all I could say at first. "How did you?"

"OK. I'll explain. I knew about amateur night at this place. It wasn't a strip club which was really where I wanted to take you...so I had to do the next best thing. I tried to be as provocative as I could to give you an idea of what you and I had discussed via our chats and email. So I arranged with the manager to be the last act."

"So you prearranged it?"

"Well. Three things. I arranged for me to perform last—I wanted to be on right before closing. I arranged the table up front so you could get a good view and so you could be my partner. You did very well considering it was a complete surprise by the way."

"And the third thing?"

"I had to get my school girl costume from the car to backstage so I could change from this dress to my outfit. I thought you might have been on to me this morning because I had forgotten to drop the costume off earlier in the week at the bar, so I put it in my car this morning and I thought you caught me when I came down to put it in the car."

My mind flashed back to hearing my recollection about hearing her car door open and shut before beginning our tour.

"So then it was in my car and I needed to find a way to get it inside the bar because I didn't want you to know. So I asked the manager to go out to my car and gave him my keys while you were getting us drinks."

Suddenly things became crystal clear to me. I smiled.

"Wow. I am simply blown away. You really thought of everything. And you beat all the other acts hands down."

Sharon smiled, "Yeah. The manager gave me $500 for the show. I'm sure word of mouth will get out and people will come to the bar hoping to catch a return engagement."

"Thanks for a great day. A great night. You so fucking blow my mind."

I looked at the clock on the dashboard as we drove back to Sharon's place. It was late again. Sunday—my last day of my weekend with Sharon had begun.



The Visit: Sunday



Sunday

It was interesting to me that I was recognizing landmarks and really developing a sense of direction as we drove back to Sharon's place. I looked at her as the street lights illuminated her face rhythmically and had a flashback to our car ride Friday night after she picked me up from the airport. So much had happened since.

I slipped my hand onto her leg and felt her warmth through the silkiness of her dress and just let it rest there for a moment or two.

Thinking back on Sharon's performance at the bar, I was full of admiration, then said, "I still can't believe it. You put all that together. I absolutely had no idea what was going on!"

Sharon smiled. "Yeah. It really did come together pretty good in the end."

"Pretty good? It was fantastic. You were amazing. I wish I had a video."

"You'd just show all your guy friends, perv."

"No. I wouldn't."

"I will never forget the look on your face. It was pretty priceless when you saw me."

I laughed. "I'll bet. But it wasn't just my face. There were a lot of people who were giving you priceless looks. Judging from the crowd's reactions, you weren't their typical amateur night act."

I moved my hand to the inside of her thigh and upwards. The closer to her pussy I got, the warmer it was. Sharon slid down in the seat to ease my access. My fingertips probed her opening. I couldn't believe how wet she was. It must have been from performing. I started rubbing the length of her slit. I looked at her face. She was getting more turned on and I could see it in her face. A sigh escaped her lips.

"...All those men...The yelling...The hooting. Every eye was on you. You were mesmerizing. You were the center of attention.

"Are you a little turned on even now?"

Sharon slowly closed her eyes then opened them. I took that to mean "yes". I kept fingering her paying attention to her responses. Anything that induced a look of enjoyment, I continued for a while before introducing a new variation.

I could feel Sharon's smooth, slippery wetness between my fingers. I pulled my fingers out and held them up and looked at them. My fingers weren't just wet, there was an appreciable amount of a creamy wetness between them. Sharon looked a little disappointed that I pulled my fingers away from her cunt.

"Oh my, look how wet you are! That was a huge turn on for you. You liked that didn't you, little slut. 

Showing your tits and pussy off like that. You like showing everyone what a horny slut you are. Who was more turned on, all those men or you? Strutting your stuff around. Showing off your big tits and flashing your shaved pussy?"

Sharon watched as I provocatively I stuck my fingers in my mouth and slurped her wetness from my fingers. I was somewhat acting, but really trying to feed her imagination.

"oh yeah baby. You taste so good. Such sweetness. Your slut juice. I'll bet you have a whole lot more."

I moved my fingers back to her pussy and resumed stroking. My thumb moved to the top of her slit and easily found her clit. I used the fleshy part of my thumb to circle her clit and maintained stroking her slit by bending my fingers. I could feel my dick beginning to harden. I hadn't realized how turned on I had become during Sharon's act too. As my dick began hardening again, I could feel a dull ache in my balls. Yeah, I would very much enjoy getting off soon too. I resumed the dirty talk.

"All those men watching you. All those hard dicks. You could have snapped your fingers and went home with any of them. Fuck. You could have gone home with several. You would have liked that too. You know they all want to be where I was. Or where I am right now--in your pussy. You know how many men are going to be fantasizing about you tonight? The lucky ones will go home and fuck their girlfriends or wives. 

But you and I know they will imagine they're fucking you. The unlucky rest? They will just jack off. But they'll still be thinking of you...the slut taking off her clothes. Gee, I wonder what their fantasies will be about? Shooting gobs of white cum on your big tits? Coming in your mouth? Fucking your cunt until you scream?."

I paused briefly to try to gauge her reaction. She was into it. I continued.

"You know you could have been surrounded by men. Could have been a circle with you in the middle. All those cocks sticking out and pointing at you. You could have blown some. And some of them would have jerked off and given you a cum shower. Spraying cum all over your body—your tits, arms, legs, face. How would you have decided which ones to blow you cock-sucking slut? Would you pick the big meaty ones or the smaller ones so you could get the whole thing in your mouth and down your throat? The long ones so you could give them long slurpy licks?  The ones with a lot of girth? The circumcised ones or the uncircumcised ones? Maybe you prefer them shaved? So many cocks. So many flavors. It would have been a fucking cock feast for you."

"Maybe it doesn't really matter—cock slut that you are with your big tits and your insatiable cunt."

"You know it would have ended up in a gang bang don't you? All those guys? All it would take would be one guy to break the ice and all the rest of them would have joined in. All those cocks at your beck and call. Some for your pussy, Some for your mouth? Your hands. You know someone would have tried to fuck your ass too."

"How many do you think you could take before you'd be exhausted? All the guys in the bar? Would you make it through everybody in the first round? A second? I'll bet you'd remember your favorites too. Maybe they're the only ones who are allowed to stay for round 2."

"Which do you like more? A guy with a big cock and really fills you up but comes sooner or a guy with a smaller cock who can last longer?"

Sharon was breathing a little erratically. Her eyes darted back and forth. She finally spoke..

"Got to pull over...so fucking horny."

We veered off the road and into the parking lot of a closed store. We pulled around to the side where we couldn't be seen as easily from the street. Sharon turned off the car and opened her door and stepped out.

"Are you just going to sit there or are you going to come out here and fuck me?"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I was out the door in flash. Sharon hiked up her skirt and bent forward putting her hands on the hood of her car. I took a long admiring look. A beautiful woman, long legs spread, in heels, leaning forward, ass and pussy nicely presented, big tits hanging down towards the hood of the car. I stepped between her legs and pulled my zipper down. My cock was in desperate need of relief. I could feel her heat and wetness as the tip of my dick grazed her pussy. She was wanting and dripping wet ready..

Even though she was wet, I spit into the palm of my hand and lubed the head of my cock. I wanted to be able to sink it all the way in on the first thrust. As I thrust into Sharon hard and in one motion, she gasped.

"Yeah...that's what I need. Your cock feels so good. Fuck me." she uttered.

I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her to me, and began thrusting hard. Sharon pushed backwards meeting each one of my thrusts and indicating a rhythm. After establishing a rhythm, our thrusts met each other's and grew more demanding—in intensity and pace. The pounding was so intense it was nearly painful. Would I wake up with a bruised dick from all of our fucking? Would she wake up with a bruised pussy?

"You are so hot and wet. Like warm oil on my cock.'

Sharon's pussy gripped me tightly. I stopped thrusting and decided to just stand there and let Sharon do the work.

"Use me cunt. Use my hard prick. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me how you need it.

"God you are so fucking tight. I love your pussy. I love fingering it. Tasting it. Eating it. Fucking it."

She continued wildly.

"Most of all I love fucking it."

Sharon continued thrusting backwards to meet my cock. I heard three distinct sounds as we fucked. The slippery sounds of my cock sliding in and out of Sharon's dripping wet pussy. The flesh on flesh sounds of Sharon's buttocks against my hips. And our grunting as our animalistic urges took over. This wasn't making love or regular fucking, this was now deep, primal, animalistic fucking.

My right hand grabbed her right tit. My left hand snagged her hair on one of her backwards thrusts. I was on the brink. I was losing control and it felt great. I began pulling her hair. Fortunately Sharon was on the brink too.

"Oh my god. Your cock feels so fuck-ing good. Oh my god.....I'm coming"

I could feel Sharon tremble. Within seconds I released my load. As my cum shot into her, I groaned loudly. I could feel a surge with each spurt of cum. I took over and resumed thrusting. Several times now. Very hard and deep like I wanted to pound my orgasm into her. It was as though I couldn't stop fucking even though I was now past my orgasm.

After I released her hair and tit from my grasp, Sharon collapsed onto the hood of her car. Drained, I fell on top of her—dick still in her pussy, chest on her back, face next to hers.

"Fuck.... you're so good," was all I could throatily whisper into her ear.

"mmmm," Was what I heard back. Was she replying to me or basking in her own orgasmic afterglow?

We spent a minute or two catching our breath. I could feel my dick soften and begin to slide out of her pussy aided by the cum now leaking out. I stood up and put my dick back into my pants, then looked inside the car for something to use to wipe the cum off Sharon and her car hood. By the time I located some Kleenex, Sharon was just starting to get up from the hood of her car. I handed Sharon some Kleenex and used some to mop the remnants from the hood. We both recovered enough now to talk.

"I should have made you use a condom," she said.

"Why? After all the times we've fucked this weekend, now you want to practice safe sex?"

"No. That's not it. I just don't want your cum all over my car seat. You came so hard and so much, it's going to leak out for a while. And this is a leased car."

I understood but I also knew it wasn't just my cum. She was pretty drenched as I taunted her with my story before we pulled over to fuck. Sharon wiped off a lot of my cum, then pulled down her dress.

I looked around nervously. While it was late and we were in somewhat of a discrete location, someone driving by could have seen us and called the cops thinking something was suspicious. As I looked around, I spotted a security camera near the roof of the store whose parking lot we were in. I pointed it out to Sharon.

"Is that a camera," she asked.

"Yeah, but the way we pulled in and the way the car is parked now, they can't see your plates. But someone is going to have a really hot video if they check the hard drive on Monday. Can you see all the guys in the store gathering around and watching it together? Maybe jerking off," I said.

Sharon just smiled. My kitten likes being seen.

"When we leave, let's just make sure to leave your lights off until we're on the street and just keep the car angled so they can't see your plates. I don't think you want some asshole running your tags and then harassing you."

We got back in the car and drove back to Sharon's place. Once we were there we each got ready for bed. It had been a long, busy day and we were both pretty wiped out—but in a good way.

As much as I would have liked to say that we made love one more time before falling asleep, I can't.  I remember Sharon's back pressing against my chest, my nose nestled against her hair. My arms around her with each hand holding one of her beautiful breasts, the front of my thighs against the back of hers, and my cock nestled in the valley between her ass cheeks. It was another one of those tender priceless moments when you feel completely, at peace, and that everything in your life would be perfect if you could just freeze time.

"Thanks for a great day, baby." I said quietly but I don't know that she heard me because I think she had already fallen asleep.

I must have slept deep and sound. The next memory I had was some movement in the bed but it registered only in those dreamlike moments when you're not awake and you're not really asleep. My eyes opened about halfway reflexively and through the haze of my sleep and the dim morning light, I saw Sharon get up and walk towards the bathroom. I watched her ass move as she left the bedroom and thought how sexy it was even when I knew she wasn't trying to be sexy. I smiled gently, closed my eyes to resume sleeping, and thought about how much I loved sex with her. She caught me smiling when she came back into the room.

"What are you smiling about? Sweet dreams?"

"Everything and nothing." I paused then continued, "You have a great ass. I so love fucking you. Come back to bed."

She climbed back in and nestled in my arms again. I quickly drifted back to sleep. I'm not sure how long I slept, but the next thing I knew I was waking up to the wonderful sensation of Sharon's lips and tongue against my cock which was now rapidly hardening.

"I ought to come to this hotel more often. Very original method of 'wake-up' calls here."

"Not to mention the superb room service," Sharon replied.

"Scoot your pussy up here. I'd love to 69."

Sharon turned around and spread her legs inviting my mouth to attend to her smooth pussy. At times I'd rest my head on the inside of her thigh. I pulled her closer to me wrapping my arms around her waist and putting my hands on her ass. I began to eat her as she licked my balls. After each one had been kissed, tongued, and sucked; Sharon resumed her attention on my penis with long licks up and down the shaft. Then she sucked the head into her mouth. The warmth and the softness of her lips and tongue felt great. I paused the exercise my tongue was performing on her pussy momentarily.

"You are a very talented cock sucker."

"You have a very nice cock to suck."

I don't do 69 much. It's not that I don't like it, I do. It's just that in my past experience I find that it's a little unbalanced. It's hard to concentrate on giving while your mind (and dick) is being blown on the receiving end. That said, I wasn't going to stop this from happening if Sharon was game for it. It might end up being my only chance to do this with Sharon and if the opportunity this presented was anything close to the rest of the sex we already had, I was in for a treat.

I inhaled. I was growing to love the scent of her skin and her pussy. I slipped the tip of my tongue along the base of her vagina and then upward towards the clit. Reaching the top, I licked down the length of her pussy lips on one side, taking my time to teasingly explore the folds of skin. When I got to the base near her opening, I hesitated on her perineum and did some figure-8's on it. Then I took my tongue and traveled up the opposite side of her pussy, again exploring the folds until reaching the top. I repeated this cycle several times taking my time and taking care to avoid her clit. I wanted her excitement to build.

I felt Sharon's tits against my abdomen while she licked my balls and my cock. Her tits were so soft. They felt heavenly pressed against me. I felt her tongue trace the length of my cock. I shivered a little as I felt cool air on the wet line that her tongue left on my shaft. That cool rush of air only momentarily distracted me. I returned my focus to Sharon's pussy.

Now close to her perineum, my hands pulled Sharon's buttocks apart a little affording my tongue access to the insides of her buttocks. Sharon shuddered a little as my tongue traced a light line along their inside. 

Getting closer to her ass hole, I teased its perimeter only briefly, then withdrew my tongue.

Sharon must have liked the feeling because she gasped at first, then enveloped the head of my dick with her mouth. I felt the warmth of her mouth on the top of my dick and part of the shaft. She released it and then started to do nice things to the glans with her tongue. I gasped. Took a deep breath and swallowed. 

"Focus. Don't lose it now," I thought.

I ran my tongue back up the length of Sharon's pussy. Her hips moved telling me she wanted me to apply myself to her previously ignored clit. Reaching the top, I diverted my tongue away from her clit and continued cross the flesh of her mound and then back down the other side.

"That feels so good. Lick my clit."

"uhuh."

"Lick my clit, please?"

"nope"

I continued licking everywhere but Sharon's clit. Her hips began to move like she was searching for my tongue. Trying to direct her clit onto where she thought my tongue might be going next. There was a certain futility about it. Boy am I a sick fuck. Maybe I should give in. I managed to get out a "no" between licks at the opening of her pussy. Then teasingly back up the folds towards the top.

"Why?" Sharon sounded both desperate and disappointed.

"I said 'no'."

I continued down back to her perineum and did some figure 8's again.

"Please? Please, Lick my clit," she pleaded.

Then all at once there was recognition. She knew what I was up to.

"You bastard," Sharon grunted. "Suck my clit...please."

Fuck, I thought. I can't deny this woman. I love how her mind works. I love how her body responds to me during sex. I want to keep her on the brink and then help deliver an earth shattering orgasm. How much longer should I continue this? Is it time? Can I deny her? I shouldn't deny her.

I flattened my tongue and gave her a long wet lick up the length of her pussy towards her clit. Her skin was so soft. Reaching the top, I found it quickly waiting for my lips and tongue. Waiting and wanting. As I got close, Sharon moved her hips leaving me little choice and firmly planting my face where she desired. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it gently into my mouth then flicked it gently with my tongue. Sharon must have been closer to her orgasm than I realized because almost as soon as I did that she shuddered.

"Oh my god.... Oh god....I'm coming....." were her only intelligible words among the cries and moans.

I sucked her clit greedily into my mouth and could feel her throb. The pulses were strong and seemed to come from deep inside her. I continued sucking. It was as if I wanted to suck her throb into me, her being into my mouth.

"aaaaahhhhh" Sharon cried out. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her cunt making it impossible for me to move. I could barely breath because my nose was pressed so tightly to her body and my mouth was still pressed hard to her pussy. I had little choice but to hold her until she released me. She held me so long and was so silent that I started to wonder if she blacked out from her orgasm.  I was relieved when she moved.

"Fuck me lover," was all she said and she rolled onto her back.

I took her in the missionary position. I was still very hard from her earlier efforts and in need of my own relief. I wasted no time in penetrating her pussy. As I stroked in and out, I thought to myself, if there was such a thing as liquid velvet, this is what it would feel like. Her pussy was so warm and wet and tight. I pressed her shoulders into the bed as my thrusting intensified. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. What I didn't count on was that Sharon was also rising towards her second orgasm.

"Oh my god. You feel so good. Keep fucking me."

I moved my hands from her shoulders and onto the bed and looked down. Each one of my thrusts caused Sharon's tits to wiggle in response. It was erotic seeing them ripple back and forth. Sharon wrapped her legs around me. There was no way she was going to let me go now. I kept thrusting.

"You close baby," I managed to ask between thrusts. I was starting to work up a sweat and didn't know how much longer I could hold out.




The Visit: Sunday



"fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh my god....fuck me. Harder. Harder."

Sharon's hips began bucking upwards to meet each one of my thrusts with one of her own. God knows I was trying to comply but I was on the brink myself. Sharon grabbed the upper part of my arms and squeezed tight as her hips rose on one of my thrusts. She was holding my arms so hard, I thought there might be bruises mirroring her fingers.  I looked into her eyes. There was a delicious blend of desire, love, approval and concentration there. It was all it took for me.

"Oh my god. I'm coming!" Was the next thing I heard. Sharon's words echoed my own.

I felt my own sweet relief as my cock released my cum into her pussy. Her pussy pulsed. We savored the sensations trying to catch our breath. Not wanting to crush her with the weight of my body, I rolled to the side and lay next to her. It took several minutes there for us to catch our breath.

"You're an amazing lover," I said. "I don't know any woman who has been as sexually exciting and satisfying for me as you."

"Don't talk."

We laid there for a while. Then got up, showered and inasmuch as it was now early afternoon, went for a late lunch. I had a late flight out of Rochester, but there was at least one more thing I hoped to do before Sharon drove me to the airport.

"Hey baby. This is a little difficult for me to say because I don't want you to interpret it the wrong way."

"Just say it."

"Well...I want to give you some money. You've been through a lot of crap and I know money is tight. Maybe it can help you out.

"I could use a new outfit...."

"...Or if you want you can buy a new outfit or something. Spend all of it if you like. Maybe you can surprise me. The only thing I ask is that I use your car while you shop."

"Seriously?" Sharon asked.

"Seriously. It's a gift. I don't want you to think that I think you're a whore."

"No. I know you better than that. I know you don't."

I dropped her at the mall and agreed to meet her back there in about 2 hours. While she was in the mall, I drove around and found a grocery store. I picked up all the items I'd need for dinner. I also bought some flowers and some candles. I made it back to the mall in plenty of time and had a chance to wander around a bit before meeting her at the rendezvous spot. She was running a little late. She looked flustered. We started to walk back towards the parking lot

"Let me help you carry those bags."

"OK. Just no peeking OK? I don't want you to ruin my surprise."

"I promise. I won't peek. Have fun?"

"If you only knew. It's not easy being a woman."

I laughed then continued. "Let me guess it goes like this. You can't find something you like, then when you do, you can't find the other things that you want to go with it, so you end up dumping that idea and then finding something else and then the cycle repeats. It all just takes way more time than you think."

"Sounds like you've been shopping with a woman before," Sharon noted.

"oh yeah"

"So what did you do while I was shopping? Hit a porno theatre? Buy some sex toys?"

I laughed. "Do you really think that's all I think about?"

Sharon replied, "Well since you've been here, we've had almost non-stop sex. You've fingered me in the car, fucked me in my bed, in the shower, in the park, in a store parking lot... You're insatiable. Why wouldn't you hit a sex shop?"

I laughed again. We drove back to Sharon's place and as we did we talked more about our lives and re-lived various parts of the weekend.

Once we were there, I carried my stuff into the house and encouraged Sharon to get ready to give me a fashion show with the new things she bought. I found some good music on the radio and got busy.

"Take your time. I'm going to need about an hour."

While Sharon was getting ready, I began making dinner. About 45 minutes later, the table was set, the flowers were in a tall drinking glass improvised vase. I was beginning to plate dinner when she called from the hallway.

"can I come in now? You ready?"

"Just about. Give me a couple more minutes."

"It smells amazing in here, by the way."

I poured two glasses of red wine from one of the unopened bottles we bought yesterday. Then I lit the candles.  Plated our food and put the plates on the table.

"ready!"

As Sharon walked into the room, she looked stunning. She had on a gray dress that fit her like a glove. It accented all her curves in just the right way. The dress dipped down in the front to show enough of her cleavage to be sexy but not enough to look trampy. She had on matching gray heels with black accents. I smiled. She did a great job. She picked out something sexy but that could easily be worn to work. I appreciated the practicality of it. I knew she'd been looking for a new job and wanted her to have a new outfit to make her feel good about herself when she started. It looked like she spent a little time on her hair and makeup too.

"You look amazing baby. Did you do your makeup and hair too?"

"Yes,you need the full effect. I can't put on a new dress and impress you without doing a touch up on my hair and makeup."

"Once again, you've blown me away. Come over here and sit down. I have dinner ready."

I pulled Sharon's chair out for her and she sat down.

"What is this? What did you make?"

""OK. So this is one of many things I do well. Tonight I made you a salad with some spinach, mandarin oranges, toasted walnuts, red onion slivers, and a raspberry vinaigrette topped with a little feta cheese. For the main course I made a wild mushroom risotto and something I stole from Bobby Flay. It's a coffee rubbed filet mignon with an ancho pepper-mushroom sauce."

I waited while Sharon tasted each of the three items to see her reactions.

"Wow. This is amazing. Each of these things has such a unique flavor on their own and each compliments the other. Really amazing contrasts too. They all work together so well.:

"Thanks. I'm glad you like it."

"...And this steak. Wow. I don't think I've ever had a steak that was this good. It like melts in your mouth it's so tender."

"I knew the first time I made this for my friends at home, it was a keeper."

With the bulk of the weekend behind us, we relaxed and took our time eating and talking and drinking wine. Sharon looked amazing by candlelight. I thought her ex was a fool for leaving her but was grateful for that too in a way because as a result of their separation I saw an opportunity for me to be the kind of man he wasn't.

"So you ready for dessert?"

"Dessert? Really? You made dessert too? Nothing heavy I hope. A girl has to keep her figure you know."

I laughed.

"Yes. I really would hate to see you lose the figure I have so grown to love as much as I do".

"Well I kind of cheated a little. If we were in my home, I'd have done everything from scratch, but because I don't think you have an ice cream maker, I just bought some sherbet."

"So sherbet"

"Kind of...a tropical fruit salad with Asian pears, apples, papayas, mangoes, kiwi, and strawberries, topped with a little sherbet. Yeah. I wanted something light to finish this off."

I had some fun feeding Sharon some fruit with my fingers and she had fun teasing my fingers with her tongue and sucking them into her mouth.

"Now it's time for my surprise for you," Sharon said.

"Really? I can't imagine anything else."

Sharon stood up.

"You need to help me with my zipper in the back of my dress."

"Really? How did you manage to zip it up in the first place?"

"I'm not telling. Every girl is allowed to keep something secret. Besides you pulling down the zipper is a lot more fun than me doing it."

I put my hand in the air and twirled my index finger suggesting she turn around. I found the zipper near her neck and pulled it down all the way to the top of her ass. Sharon turned to face me and then wiggled so that her dress dropped around her ankles and then she stepped out of it.

Sharon was wearing a sexy black bustier with gray trim, matching panties, garter belt and black stocking. Sharon's ample breasts were pushed up to the point where her nipples seemed ready to burst out of the top of the bustier. The whole ensemble did really wonderful things to her already amazing figure. My jaw hit the floor. I was speechless. I absorbed the goddess in front of me. I wanted to sear this image on my brain--hopefully to remember for the rest of my life.

I must have been speechless for a little too long.

"What's the matter? You don't like it?" Sharon pouted in a mocking way.

"No." I stammered. "That's not it at all. I am speechless. I just don't know what to say. You're so beautiful baby."

Sharon turned slowly so I could see the back.

"I just don't know what to say. You're so stunning."

I stood up, pulled her close to me and kissed her. My hands wandered freely over the satin and lace and the flesh beneath that I had so grown to enjoy. Our kisses weren't quite as tentative as they were on Friday. These were deep and heartfelt.

Men like lingerie because we are very visual creatures. To me lingerie is like a wrapped gift you're given. When you get the gift, you admire the wrapping, the paper and the bows. There's some clues based on size and shape about what's underneath, but it's still somewhat of a mystery. There's an excitement. Then you begin to unwrap the present and discover the beauty and thoughtfulness of the surprise underneath the layers of wrapping.

As we stood there near the table, I slowly and meticulously took off each layer of wrapping. As I did I kissed licked, sucked, stroked, probed, and savored every inch of my gift underneath—neck, lips, shoulders, breasts, nipples, fingers, belly, hips, thighs, legs, ass and pussy,

It was slow and sensuous and it was also an incredibly erotic build. I focused on Sharon and when she could, somehow she found time to pull my clothes off. I honestly don't remember how or when my clothes came off. I doubt that it was the wine that caused this lightheaded intoxication. Maybe it contributed a little. By the time we were naked, I know I was hot and hard. My hand grazed her pussy and judging from her wetness, she was also very excited.

I picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. Unlike some of the sex we had earlier, this time we made love that was slower but no less intense or passionate than some of our earlier fucking. I learned a lot about her body and how to read her during sex. I was beginning to understand her turn-ons and her physical responses to things I did as we made love. I also had vivid memories of the things she did to excite me.

Since this was the last time we'd make love before my flight, I sought to leave a lasting sweet impression. When I left, I wanted Sharon to feel deeply fucked and meaningfully loved. So I used what I had learned over the past 3 days to stimulate, excite and ultimately please her to orgasm once again. I enjoyed mine too.

As much as I longed to stay, I had to return to work the next day to prep for a video shoot I was directing, so I gathered up my belongings and put them in my bag and then my bag back in Sharon's car.

We didn't talk much on the way to the airport. What could we say? We both felt a strong connection. We also felt the impending disappointment of me leaving. We didn't talk about the future. While we each probably wanted to, neither of us was sure when or even if we'd get together again; so why bring it up?

We pulled into the departing flights drop off zone at the airport. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car. Sharon jumped out too and gave me a hug.

"Thanks--for everything," I said. "This weekend has been so great. I think I'll remember it the rest of my life."

"Me too love," Sharon said.

She turned her face up towards me and I kissed her deeply before we finally separated. Did I detect a tear in her eye before she turned to get back into her car? Not sure. She was still an enigma to me. Maybe that's why I'm so taken by her.

I went into the terminal and checked in. My flight home was spent recollecting our weekend and jotting down some notes and decided to write down my recollections of the weekend to send to her..

Over the next several days, I was pretty busy directing my video shoot, but my mind was mostly reliving my weekend and thinking of Sharon. I decided to channel those thoughts into something productive--writing every spare moment. It was frustrating because there was never enough time to do what I really wanted to do. After the shoot wrapped, I finally finished my story, emailed it and waited.

I got Sharon's response. Typical Sharon. Direct. Concise.

"Come again. soon. I did. S."



The Visit to My Angel



It seemed like any other day that was until the phone rang and it was a friend from the internet. He said "I am going to be in town and would you like to meet for lunch." 

Trent says "I am going to be around for a day or two and sure would like to see you since we talk all the time online." 

First let me tell you about me. I am small framed lady only standing 5 foot 2 inches tall. Weigh in at about 110 pounds soaking wet. Not sure why he would want to meet me there are many others that chase him online. His picture shows him to be about 6 foot and 285 pounds and all man. I have to admit I have many fantasies about him through the times we have talked. We have talked online and seen each other on cam. For the last couple months we have even talked on the phone. It is a good thing he cannot see through the phone because many times I have touched my self when talking to him. There is something about Trent that does make my blood hot and my wetness spill out. Enough of that and back to the story.

We agree to meet at the local mall and go to lunch. I am there before him and sit and wait. As soon as I see him I know it is him. He is even more handsome then he looked in his pictures. Tall dark and handsome is not even close to covering it. He has a short full beard and chiseled features that would make any woman swoon. He looks like he is right out of a romance novel. I still don't know why someone hasn't snatched him up yet. When he gets to me he reaches out his strong arms and pulls me into them and hugs me. I feel like I am being held by a teddy bear. 

His arms wrap around me and draw me into him as his head drops down and he whispers in my ear "Hello my Angel." 

I can feel myself melt into this mans arms. As I compose myself I say "hello" back. 

My heart is still racing from the hug when he says "Where would you like to eat at sweetheart?"

He asks "What kind of food do you like?" and we decide on Mexican food. 

And off to the restaurant we go. We take his car it is a beautiful newer Cadillac. I slide over next to him as we go. I feel like I have known him forever as we have small talk on the way. As we have lunch we talk about ourselves to the other. It seems we have a lot in common. We eat and talk when one of us finally noticed the time we had been there for three hours just talking. He asks me "Do I need to go right home." 

"I tell him no." 

He says "I don't want to seem to forward but would you like to go back my hotel and talk more I am fascinated with you." 

Feeling no pressure I tell him "Yes" and off we went to where he is staying while here. 

Hand in hand we drove there and went up to his room laughing and enjoying each others company. After we entered I saw it was a big suite. Even had a hot tub in the corner. A couch and chair on one side and a king size bed on the other. We settle down on the couch and start to talk more. 

Trent asks me "Would you like something to drink?" 

I tell him a beer would be nice and he calls up room service and tells them what he wants and then we relax until they get there. After they deliver he hands me a beer and pours himself a shot of tequila. After talking and laughing for what seemed like we have known each other for years. 

Trent asks me "Would you like to spend sometime in the hot tub." 

I tell him "I have no suit." 

He replies "Your undies and bra are just like a suit." 

Thinking about this seems reasonable I go to the restroom and remove my outer cloths I tell him "Do not look" as I come out and go to the hot tub. 

He goes in next and comes out in his boxers as he has no suit either. I look down as he walks over to the hot tub but as he lifts his leg over I peek up and see what I had always wondered about since we had been talking. It is beautiful not overly large but looks to be just about right. I can't help myself my imagination takes over for a minute and I can see what it would look like hard and angry ready for action. 

As I shake off the fantasy I hear him ask "Are you ok?"

I say "Yes why." 

To which he says "You looked like you were a million miles away." 

I can feel myself blush at the thoughts I was having. We relax in the hot tub for about 20 minute and nothing really happens other then talking. As we decide to get out he climbs out first to get the towels. His wet boxers cling to him and I can see right through them as they stick to his body. My God his cock is wonderful and it has swollen while in the hot water. Trent hands me a towel as I stand and step out.

As I dry off he reminds me "You have always talked about getting a full body massage from me" as he smiles. 

He invites me to lay across that big ole king size bed. I lay my towel down one the bed and stretch out on it. I can feel him beside me the heat from his body so close it is making me hotter. His hand softly touch my neck as they start to rub and massage. 

I hear myself moan a little as it feels so good to relax and be rubbed down. He works along my sides just missing my breast as he does. My nipples tingle and harden with his touch so close. I can feel his breath as he leans over me to work on my back. Down he goes ever so slowly till he is at my waist. Wondering what is next I feel him shift and his hands gently massage my ass cheeks both sides at once. His thumbs right next to my crack teasing me when he moves them outward. I wish my panties were not in the way so he could do as he wished with me. My mind reeling from the pleasure of just his touch alone. 

He slowly moves away from my ass and starts to work down my left leg. His fingers kneading the flesh along the inside of my leg. His fingers just a fraction of an inch away from the wetness that has taken over my pussy. I am glad my panties where wet from the hot tub so he might not notice just how wet I am. I feel him softly ever so softly bump my pussy lips with his fingers causing me to inhale sharply. 

He has to know what he is doing to me. He asks "Are you alright?" 

I respond with a low moan of "mmm huh." 

I thought I heard him laugh softly under his breath. He works out my other leg and does the same there. When he is done I am like putty all softened up and ready to be molded. 

To my surprise he says "Turn over and I will get the front." 

As I turn over I hear him say if you would take the panties and bra off I could do much better at a full body massage. As if mesmerized I feel myself following his lead and removing my bra and he helps me remove my panties being such a gentleman as he does so. They roll down my legs because they are wet and he takes them off one leg at a time as I raise my foot. Not realizing he is looking straight into my womanhood with both legs raised. 

When I do notice he shifts his gaze to my face and starts to gently rub around my forehead and cheeks. His fingers and hands feel so hot to me as he touches my face then my neck. Rubbing my neck and along the outside of my ears causing me to quiver a little. My nipples are hard and standing straight up as he starts to slide his hands down between my breast not touching them just yet. Both hands together his fingers dragging along my cleavage until he is below my breasts. 

Then I feel his hands spread out and slip just under my breast and along where they meet my body. His fingers splaying out and going to the outside of my breast. Gently touching them as he rubs there. His hands and fingers leaving little hot trails as they glide over me. Circling my breasts but not touching my nipples. He circles all the up to my nipple never touching them. I can feel myself arching up and trying to get him to touch them but he won't. Little whimpers leaving my mouth as he starts to leave them and rub across my tummy. 

My God I don't think I have ever been teased so much in my life. My whole body is on fire waiting to see what he does next. Trent's fingers then lead down to my mound which he expertly slides along just touching the top of it not getting to close to my slit. His fingers then go to the tops of my legs again. This time as he rubs the inside of my thighs he lays his little finger right against my pussy lips. My breath is ragged now as he rubs there for what seems like forever. He finally works down my legs and when I think he is done he says just a couple more spots to get. With that said he reaches up and lays both palms on my breasts and lightly draws his fingers in until the only thing he holds is my nipples with all his fingers and his thumbs. He gently turns his fingers and twists my nipple between them and he pulls up and stretches them. My mind is going mad with desire I can only hope he can finish what he starts. After rubbing my nipple for a bit I feel him trail lightly again down toward my slit. Hoping this time he won't tease me. 

My eyes closed my breath going in short raspy sounds I feel him shift. Not looking I open my legs a little to give him access. I feel his fingers touch the top of my slit and slowly slide down feeling all of my lips all the way down to my ass. Then they move back up along the outside of my lips causing me to open my legs even more. Now my legs are spread open and he can see and touch all he wants to. Again he shifts on the bed I assume to get a better view. His fingers deftly open my lips so that he can see my juices as they flow from me. But instead of his fingers touching me I feel his hot breath as he envelops my clit into his hot mouth. My whole body arches off the bed as I push my pussy toward his mouth trying to get as much contact as I can. His tongue sliding over my clit making sparks in my head and fire in my body. I am so turned on from the teasing he did while massaging me that a small orgasm hits immediately causing me to shake and shiver in delight. His tongue then licks down to my hole as he drinks from me. My juices flowing readily now. 

As his tongue goes inside me I can feel another coming on. He is making love to me with his tongue and it feels so damn good. His tongue then rolls back up to my clit as he sucks it in his mouth. My God I have never felt like this before. My head explodes and my body goes out of control as an overwhelming orgasm hits me. My whole body quivers and my mind is gone as it takes over me and he just keeps licking and sucking at my clit. It feels like it will never subside. 

"God Oh my God" I hear myself scream as I am in the throws of orgasm. 

He just keeps licking and I hear him say "Cum baby, cum for me." 

His tongue like nothing I have ever felt still lapping at me. I then hear him say " I am not done yet baby I can feel another in you." Just like he is in my mind. 

He sucks hard and gently puts his teeth around my clit and flicks his tongue fast over the little nubbin. Causing my body to jerk uncontrollably. Then I feel him slip two fingers inside me and curl them up till he finds the spot right behind where my clit is. He rubs it from the inside as he licks and sucks it on the outside. My mind starts to go dark as this intense orgasm grows over me. I feel my body and hear what is going on but it seems I have no control at all. The darkness of seeming to pass out is upon me as my body convulses out of my nerves being on edge. 

Trent has taken me to the pinnacle of pleasure somewhere I have never been but want to experience again and again. My mind goes blank and the next thing I know I am waking up in his arms. 

He is holding me and running his fingers through my hair telling me "Everything is ok and he is right there with me." 

I try to move and sparks shoot through my head as my legs close and my clit is touched by them. My God it is like I have been lost for along time and he has found me and saved me from falling. Never have I felt such joy and pleasure. My mind still reeling, I try to talk and start to cry not sure why though. 

He holds me and tells me "Its ok and just let the emotions go it is normal to cry after such intense pleasure." 

As I lay there in his arms I realize he is naked along with me. His cock laying along his leg as I reach for it. My fingers now slowly encircle it. The heat from it is unreal. I lift it and slowly stroke my hand along its length and feel it start to swell as I do so. I hear him moan now as I look and see his eyes closed and a smile on his face. My fingers slide down and cup his balls and feel the weight of them in my hand. They are full and ready to give me what I crave now. I kiss down his body stopping at his nipples to nip and bite at them. Causing him to flinch and draw a sharp breath. 

My head steadily moving down till I can breathe in his musky scent. My lips trace little spots all down his now hard shaft. I can feel it pulse in my hand as his excitement grows. He is anticipating my kiss on it and first I suck in a nut and feel him squirm. With one in my mouth I then draw the other one in too. Feeling both of them on my tongue and rolling them around in my mouth makes the bag tighten up. I lick slowly up his shaft after releasing his nuts from the warm wet confines of my mouth.

The veins are rippling along the under side of his cock as I lick all the way to the tip. Teasing him this time with my tongue making him arch toward me trying to get it in my mouth. Finally I let my mouth close over him and suck on the head. His fingers curl in my hair not pushing just holding me there. He is afraid I will pull back and tease him more. I have no intention of teasing him I want to feel this mans cock in my mouth filling it as it should be. I want to give him the pleasure he gave me. My head sinks down on him and I feel it hit my throat causing me to have to readjust myself so he wouldn't choke me. My mouth now firmly against his pubic hair. His head lodged in my throat I can feel it flex there inside my mouth. Sliding back up putting my hand around the base to stroke up as my mouth comes up. 

I can hear him moan and say" Yes baby that's it suck me." 

Knowing I have his attention I suck back down and tongue his cock while it is there. Feeling him tremble and quiver tells me he won't last long so 

I again deep throat him over and over again till he screams out "I am going to cum." 

I never miss a beat and just keep sucking him till I feel his seed coming up his shaft then I swallow him all and let it go in my throat. The hot stream of cum choking me at first. I have never felt such an amount going down my throat and spilling over into my mouth.

I pull up some to make room for it and he pushes me back down and can only make noises and say "Oh God Oh God." 

I let him hold me down as his steady stream of cum starts to slow some and is easier to swallow. I just keep sucking him even after he is finished shooting. I want this cock inside me and I am going to make damn sure it stays hard.

With his cock still hard he lays me down and takes my legs and puts them on his shoulders. He rubs his hard cock up and down my slit and over my clit which is again hard and ready. 

I hear myself whisper to him "Please make love to me don't tease me anymore."

His cock now at my hole ready to pierce me. His head slides in and he rolls his hips causing my to push toward him getting more of him in me. I can feel it as he gently pushes it all in me slowly and insistently. He has reach the bottom of me as he is all in. His cock pushing against the back wall of my pussy. My muscles squeezing him for all their worth. He then starts to rock back and forth slowly at first then more impatiently. I can hear a low growl in his throat as he pumps me with that cock that feels so good. His hands grab my ankles and he pushes my legs up more making me open even further for him. My God I have never been so full as with him in me now. He is starting to bang harder at me driving his cock in harder and faster. I can feel that familiar feeling starting in the pit of my tummy as my orgasm builds. He is slamming into me now and I can hear him groaning as he works toward another one. 

He holds my ankles so high that my knees are by my head I have never been this open before. Didn't know I could even get in this position. The fire is spreading though out my body as I build toward another super orgasm. Oh God is all I hear now from both of us as we work toward mutual pleasure. I can feel him swell as he gets closer and that pushes me closer too. His head feels as big as a baseball inside me filling me to the maximum. I can feel every time he draws out even a little bit to piston back in hard and fast. I have never been made love to like this. My orgasm takes over and my body jerks out of control. 

I hear myself screaming "Oh Yes Oh Yes Oh God" over and over again. 

He starts to scream "Oh my Angel, my dear sweet Angel" and he starts to cum. 

I can feel the hot seed as it leaves his head and goes deep in me. That hot life giving seed that I so desire. Our orgasm are mutual and intense as we both let it all go and seek the ultimate pleasure that this can give. My body thrusting up at him as he thrusts down at me. As our orgasms slowly subside I feel him pull out and I tell him no I want him to stay inside me and he tell me to get on all fours he isn't done yet. As I turn over he moves behind me and puts his cock right back where it was deep inside me. 

"Oh God does it feel good there." 

He starts to pump me from behind and I hear him say "Come on Baby I know you got one more for me." 

"God how does he know me so well for being the first time we made love." He pounds into me from behind as I push back at him. He leans up and around and grabs a titty as he continues to assault me from behind with that wonderful cock of his. Pulling on my nipple and banging away at me drives me close again. I have never cum this many times at once in my life this man is good Damn good. 

I hear him tell me "Reach back and stroke your clit for me while I make love to you." 

My fingers know just where to touch to bring me off quickly and I want to orgasm again my body is tense and ready to explode as he is driving hard in to me. Just as I feel the orgasm crash over me he lets go of my titty and swats me on my ass with his palm. God that pushes me even deeper into the orgasm as I fall forward on my tummy and just quiver and shake. He follows me down and keeps stroking into me until I go out again. 

"My God Trent where did you learn that little trick" I ask when I recover and find myself in his arms again holding me. 

He says "Don't worry about where just be glad I did." 

We started out internet friends and now we are more much more. I am not sure where it will go from here but I do know we will always be friends. And probably friends with fringe benefits. But that will be a whole new story...



The Visit to the Clinic



The bell above the door rang and I looked up and saw you standing there dressed in a two-piece striped suit.  You approached my desk and gave me your name Rosy O'Toole you said in a very business like manner.  I asked you to take a seat and I would come over in a few minutes.  You sat in one of the easy chairs and crossed your legs.  The base of your skirt rose slightly but it was still quite long.  I smiled as I handed you a clipboard with a questionnaire attached, you took the board and started to fill out the form.  

There were two other ladies in the waiting room, one around forty-five, quite slim and dressed casual; the other was around thirty-eight and was severely overweight.  The door opened and your name was called.  You were led into one of the cubicles and told to strip all of your clothes off and put on one of the paper gowns.  The door closed behind the young nurse and you began to disrobe.  You looked around and took in the sterile, void environment.  As you removed your underwear you could feel the draughts coming from under the gaps at the base of the doors, you felt your nipples become erect and harden.  A slight tap at the door and a young doctor stood at the foot of the bed.  He only looked about twelve years old, don't they all!  He sat in the chair and told you to sit on the bed.  He asked all of the usual questions about drinking, smoking and your menstrual cycle.  

A female nurse came into the room and smiled politely, "do you need me doctor?" he shrugged his shoulders and asked you to lie down on the bed and place your feet in the stirrups.  He turned away from you and went to scrub his hands.  The nurse helped you to get comfortable and lowered your feet into the stirrups.  The paper gown slid up your legs exposing your pubic mound.  You could feel your face blush and looked up to se the nurse staring at your vagina.  The doctor turned around, saw the look on your face, and asked if you wanted the nurse present or not.  Still immensely embarrassed you simply shook your head.  He gestured for her to leave as he reached for a stool with wheels and a pair of gloves.  

He moves back to the bed and takes your arm to take your blood pressure.  He listens to your heart and pulls the chair next to your head, sits down and explains what he is going to do.  When he has finished he asks you again if you want a female nurse present, once again you shake your head.  You are starting to relax a little now.  He stands up and puts his hands under your jaw line and feels the glands, he slides his hands down your neck; wow! Your neck seems very sensitive and you feel a warm tingle in your vagina.  Your try to focus and think of data needed for next weeks meeting.  His hands move down to your shoulders and he unties the front of the gown and places a blanket over the lower half of your body.  He gently feels and inspects your breasts, instant erection of the nipples and yet he is nowhere near them.  He moves his hands to the sides and touches the outer edges of the breasts.  What started, as a tingle is now a fully blown raging flood between your legs, maybe he'll think its just nerves.  

He moves closer to the nipples and lingers over inspecting them.  He strokes them and pinches them slightly.  Your breath is coming in raging torrents.  Your eyes are shut and your feeling hot.  He moves down your stomach and then moves the blanket and pulls the chair to the foot of the bed.  You look down between your parted legs and all you can see is the top of his head.  You watch as he puts his gloves on and reaches for the lubricant.  His head comes up slightly and he says that he doesn't think he'll need any of that.  His head lowers and you can hear him taking a deep breath between your legs; he must be able to smell your sex.  You twitch despite your minds protestations.  A slight chuckle can be heard as you feel one of his hands rest on the inner thigh of your left leg and the fingers of the other hand are positioned at your entrance.  He pushes slowly and enters your inner sanctum.  You breathe deeply as you try to remain calm.  

He moves the hand from your thigh onto the top of your pubic bone and presses slightly, as he does he starts to moves his fingers inside you.  You panic as you feel the warm waves come from nowhere and wash over you.  You shout out that you are sorry, he tells you to relax as it happens many times.  You try to ride out the storm quietly but his fingers are touching you in ways that you didn't know could get to you.  As soon as the first finished, the second, third fourth and fifth followed in quick succession.  He withdrew his fingers and told you to take a deep breath.  NOOOOOO, but his finger slid into your puckered hole and continued to piston inside you, he still pushed on your tummy as a new sensation took control of you and it was then that you realised that you were coming so hard that you were ejaculating all over the table and onto the floor.  Several minutes of orgasm merged into a mind-blowing experience.  He withdrew his fingers and went across to the sink, removed his gloves and scrubbed his hands.  When he turned around you could see that his white coat was covered in your come.  

He moved up to your face and told you that you had doe very well.  He left the room only to re-enter in a matter of seconds with a kidney shaped dish.  He took a sample of your blood and said he would be back in two minutes.  You asked if you should dress he shook his head and smiled.  As he walked out you thought to yourself that the old bastard who used to work here never treated you like this, to him you were just a slab of meat.  He came back and told you that the tests had come back clear so if you wanted to continue all that was left was the shave.  You exhaled deeply, pointed to your vagina, and said ok!  He asked once again if you wanted a female to shave you.  You perched yourself up on your elbows, said it's not natural for a woman to touch another woman in that way, and said that he should shave you.  Warmth, then pressure and rubbing.  It felt different.  

It was then that you realised he didn't have any gloves on and he was rubbing the soap into your pubic area, quickly he reached into another dish and started to shave the outer lips and then gradually make his way to the inner ones.  The feelings that were stirring deep inside you were prime-evil, much stronger than lust or being extra horny.  When he shaved around your clitoris you came like a rocket but he carried on regardless.  When he had finished he wiped your pubic area down with a warm face cloth and dried it with a towel.  He reached down with his hands and admired his handy work, but not half as much as you did.  He stroked you until you were near orgasm and then calmly lowered your legs from the stirrups and gave you a card to hand to the nurse.  You sat up in a state of confusion and delirium.  You dressed in a dressing gown opened the rear door and handed the card to the nurse.  She smiled knowingly at you and led you into a warm scented room where the fifteen men were waiting to help you realise your fantasy of being gangbanged.  

The nurses smiled once more and said enjoy.  She also reminded you that your husband wanted you to put on a pair of knickers as soon as you had finished and keep them on till he got home where he wanted to sniff them and shag you (he'd only been able to last about two minutes maximum for years but he did still pay for your little "treats" once in a while), you smiled back at the nurse and said in I'm not out in three hours start without me.  You turned and closed the door as you shouted come and get it boys!!