1 comments/ 28349 views/ 3 favorites Eyes Wide Open By: MDH1251 You lie naked on the bed, your arms bound to the bedpost, wearing only your collar and an ankle bracelet that I ordered you to wear simply because I think it's so sexy. You squirm with excitement as I enter the room. You smile up at me and start to say, "hello Master," but I gently put a finger to your lips. I move onto the bed, straddling you, my knees on either side of your waist. The whole time I stare lovingly into your eyes. You smile and occasionally giggle nervously at the intimate eye contact, but you've already gotten the message not to speak. I begin with a soft, gentle kiss. You sigh at the touch of my lips. Then I straighten up, looking down at you again, and begin slowly, lazily playing with your nipples. I trace my finger in light circles around the tips, watching them stiffen at my touch. The whole time, I keep staring into your eyes, as if daring you to look away. Occasionally you see a slight smile cross my lips. I begin pinching your nipples between my fingers. You gasp at the slight pressure, but I don't let up. Soon I'm putting more pressure on them, sending shockwaves through you. I pinch and roll them between my fingers, a bit more roughly than usual. You keep your eyes obediently locked on mine. You gasp as my fingers tighten, then giggle in embarrassment. That's when I reach for the clothespins. I pull two of them off the nightstand. I pinch one of them open, then hold it over your sensitive nipple for a moment, letting the anticipation build. You continue bravely looking up at me, even as I let it close over you. You wince at the slight pressure, but, being a good slave, you do not cry out. I do the same with the other clothespin, holding it open over your nipple. I start to let it close, just enough that you feel a slight pressure, then open it again. Three times I do this, until you whimper slightly. Finally, I clamp it tightly over your nipple, causing an adorable little squeak to escape you. Immediately, you giggle again in embarrassment. Then my hands are on your breasts, roughly kneading and squeezing. You want to close your eyes and lose yourself in the loving treatment your breasts are getting, but my eyes are still locked on yours and you know I don't want you to close them. But you moan softly as I continue. Still moving one hand back and forth between your breasts, I reach over and grab the lit candle you saw earlier on the nightstand. Your expression becomes serious; you know what's coming. I hold the candle over you with one hand, still squeezing with the other, letting the anticipation build. Your moans intensify. Finally I tilt the candle slightly, letting a line of hot wax drip in a line across your breasts, a few inches above the nipples. You can't help yourself; as soon as you feel it, you close your eyes, arch your back and moan. But I take your chin in my hand and squeeze. The message is clear; don't look away. I tilt the candle again. This time the wax drips in a vertical line between your breasts, forming a cross on your chest. Your back arches again and you want to close your eyes, but being a good, obedient slave you keep them locked on mine. You see me smile slightly at your situation, which prompts another giggle from you. Setting the candle down, I lean in and kiss you. My eyes close as my lips brush yours, so you gratefully close your eyes and let yourself drift in pleasure. You moan and sigh as my tongue slowly finds yours, dancing around sensually in your mouth. You wish you could put your arms around me, pull me in tighter. As I pull away, reality sets in and you open your eyes again. I simply sit there for a moment, drinking in your loveliness. As I stare into your eyes, you can feel the love emanating from me, and at that moment, you know you would do anything for your loving Master. My hands find your breasts again, gently flicking and tweaking the clothespins. Each motion sends a little wave of warmth through you, eliciting cute little moans and sighs. The whole time, you keep your eyes gratefully fixed on mine, even as I give one of the clothespins a painful twist. By now you are trembling slightly. I take the clothespins in my hands and remove them both in one quick motion. Quickly the feeling floods back into you and you feel the first real pain of the night. But then my hands are there, gently massaging away the pain, then I kiss each nipple gently, lovingly, careful not to hurt them any more. I move down the bed, repositioning myself between your legs. Your pussy is already wet, the sweet scent of your juices wafting up at me. Still looking into your eyes, I brush one finger against your clit, making you shudder. I massage your pussy a little more forcefully with my fingertips, and the orgasm hits you like a wave. This time you can't help it; you close your eyes and squeal, letting the pleasure wash over you. Almost instantly, though, you remember yourself and force your eyes open. You see me staring sternly down at you, and you have a momentary fear that you've disappointed me. I lean forward, my knees between your legs, my body hovering inches above yours. "You will keep your eyes open," I growl. "Is that clear?" "Y..yes Master," You stammer, fearful. I stay like that, staring into your wide eyes for a moment, then kneel between your legs again. I caress your thighs with my hands, running them from your hips to your knees. After the first orgasm, the wetness in your pussy is growing, your juices dripping down, leaving a wet mark on the sheets. My hands run further up your sides, from your knees, up past your hips, all the way up to your arms, then back down. My stiff cock hovers inches from your pussy, a fact that you find very distracting. The entire time, my eyes remain fixed on yours, but more sternly this time. Your heart races, fear mixing with pleasure, afraid of what punishment awaits if you close your eyes. I reach over and pick up the candle again. You tense in anticipation. I tilt the candle slightly and drip a line of wax down your left thigh. You tense, and your leg trembles, but you keep your eyes glued to mine. Then another line down your right thigh. Both your legs tense, and you squeeze them against me, trembling. I sit, staring into your eyes for a long moment. You find yourself nearly breathless, wondering what I have planned. Then I slowly drip wax in a circle around your belly button. It doesn't hurt any more than the rest, but I go so slowly, taking my time, that the heat sinks deep into you, and you come again. Once again, your eyes close and your back arches. You know this will displease me, but ohmygod you can't help yourself... Then you feel my hand, lightly slapping your cheek, shocking you back to awareness. It's not a hard slap, but hard enough, and surprising enough, that your eyes snap open. You stare up at me, slightly wounded, and ashamed for disobeying. "I'm sorry, Master," you say pleadingly, "for closing my eyes." I lean forward again, staring sternly into your eyes. But behind it, you can still see the love, and know that your punishment was only to encourage your obedience. As if to underscore this, I kiss you, quickly and lightly, and you resolve yourself not to disappoint me again. Then I kneel between your legs once more and hold the candle out in front of me. I drip a small spot of wax onto your left nipple. The sensation sends a shock wave through you, but this time you force yourself to stay alert. You keep your eyes focused on mine, and see the satisfaction on my face. I drip another spot onto your right nipple, watching as you struggle to remain obedient. Then I begin randomly dripping wax on you, on your stomach, your legs, your breasts, until your torso is nearly covered with drying wax. Through it all, you keep your eyes firmly locked on mine, determined to be a good slave and please your Master. Finally, I set the candle down and begin caressing your relatively untouched thighs. The gentleness of my touch is a welcome relief from the waxing, and you gratefully relax, still looking into my eyes. My fingertips drift lazily between your legs, lightly brushing your pussy. Your juices drip onto my loving hands, and you feel a tingling desire. I hold my moist fingers to your lips, and you eagerly lick up your juices. You continue staring up at me obediently, the fear in your eyes replaced by desire. The look is incredibly seductive. I hold my hand there for a long moment, enjoying the sensation as you lick and suck my fingers, then I reach up and brush two fingers over your eyelids, drawing them closed. A second later, you feel my cock sliding into you. You gratefully relax your pussy to accept me, and, with your eyes closed, let yourself be carried away on a wave of ecstasy. You lose track of time; it could be hours, it could be seconds; all you feel is me filling you up, thrusting into you, lost in my desire for you. You come quickly, shivering as the sensation flows through you. I keep going, pressing deeper and deeper into you, gasping and sighing. Soon, you feel my body stiffen and my come shooting into you; this is enough to cause yet another orgasm. My moans mix with yours as I release my come into you, my arms around you, your legs wrapped around me. At last I drain into you and pull out. You relax, gasping for breath, keeping your eyes closed even as you feel me releasing your bonds. Your hands fall limply onto the bed, still stretched over your head. "Look at me," I command. You open your eyes and see me lying next to you, my eyes again fixed on yours. I absently reach down and begin pulling away the dried wax, staring into your eyes the whole time. Finally, I put an arm around your waist and pull you onto me. You lie on top of me, smiling, contented, still looking into my eyes MDH... Eyes Wide Open It was a warm Saturday morning in March. My husband of one year and I were sitting outside on our patio on a beautiful day. Out of the blue and without warning, he asked me if I wanted to try swinging. I was shocked and, without thinking or even blinking, my right hand found its way to slapping him. Why would he want to be with another woman? What am I doing wrong?!? I met my current husband sophomore year in college. He wasn't like the football players I grew up with in high school. See, my father was the assistant varsity football coach, and whether they won or lost he would have the team over to the house for a post-game BBQ. So I spent a lot of time with them. I would ALWAYS hear them talking about their conquests. I was always of the mind that "Alpha-Males" are pompous jerks and I would never be with one. Probably one reason, I was drawn to my husband in college...he was smart, sensitive and well spoken. He was my first and only sexual experience in college. It wasn't until after college that things permanently clicked and he proposed. And here we are...a year after the wedding, where I pledged in front of God, family, and friends to be with no other man, and he's asking me if he can be with other women. I sat there shocked with my hand throbbing from slapping him. I stormed inside our home. Early that evening, he apologized saying it was a random thought and not something he really wanted to try. However, over the next few weeks, he kept bringing it up, as a joke. We'd walk by a magazine stand at Barnes and Noble, and he'd point out a mag cover with one woman standing in between two men and say, "Wouldn't you like that to be you?" He was planting the seed and trying his best for me not to take it so seriously. He wanted me to be more "open minded." As the months passed, I began to wonder about swinging. What was it really? How could a woman who took marriage vows want to be with another man? Was it the experience, was it the man, what is it about swingers? The thoughts would swirl in my mind at random unsuitable times; at the local grocer, while watching HGTV, or on the phone with mom. Wikipedia helped a bit in my education. But it seemed superficial, there had to be something deeper. So I abandoned searching any longer. Nothing provided answers and this wasn't something serious anyway...time to move on with my marriage. Do you ever find it funny how life puts you in situations and you learn many things about yourself? A few months after the topic of swinging was first brought up, some college friends contacted me. They were having a study session and asked if I could help them. They were all meeting at David's house. David was a senior in college when I was a freshman, but we shared mutual friends. He moved back to the US after living in London for 4 years. My car was in the shop so my husband dropped me off at David's place. I asked him to come inside and catch up with the gang, but he didn't want to. He never liked David. So I gave my husband a kiss, a hug, told him "I love you" and said I would call when to pick me up. When I got to the door, my friend Shelly answered. She gave me a big hug. I walked in and caught up with everyone. Then David entered the room, and gave me a bigger hug that took me off my feet. I blushed a little. It was his home, so he was dressed more relaxed than everyone - muscle shirt, loose shorts. We all sat in the living room, reminisced about college, professors, and talked about their upcoming finals. Someone asked David how he enjoyed London. He talked about a few things, and then he said the word that probably moved in slow motion in everyone else's ears but caused time to halt in mine. "I was a swinger the entire time there." Swinger - I know what that is. They were all surprised, and someone asked what that was, but their questions and thoughts were superficial. I had an idea of what it was, and my husband wanted to be a part of that world - a world David had lived in the past 4 years. I couldn't stop staring at him for the rest of the afternoon. I then found myself drawn to sit next to him and began asking him questions; "How did you get into it," "What did you think of it?" And his answers surprised me. I tried to talk as softly as I could and usually only during a time when everyone else was caught up in a conversation. I don't know how long I was talking to David, but I realized that I had become very relaxed, and had kicked off my flip-flops and was sitting in a very comfortable and intimate position next to him. He talked about the openness of sexuality in Europe and how he primarily joined couples. He liked couples. He enjoyed that the husbands in Europe are more open than those in America, and when they realize that their wife wants more than what they can offer, they do their best to get that need taken care of. How wives are a very special creature that should be taken care of in a more specialized way and that requires a special man. I wanted so much to learn more, to have a long conversation, but I had to squeeze what small chats I could in between study session questions. Throughout our conversations, I could feel my face hot and my heart going a mile a minute. It was like he had me in a trance when we spoke, and study questions from the group would snap me out of it. After one intrusion I excused myself and went into the kitchen for some wine. I had to gather myself, "Susan, get a hold of yourself!" I came back into the living room, but this time sat on the couch opposite David, telling myself this is the safest more appropriate place to sit. I started getting back into the conversation with the group, but still wondered, "Why would a husband bring another man into their bedroom?" I glanced at David when he joined into the conversation. His shorts were baggy, and given my angle, I began to learn WHY he was in demand. At first I couldn't make it out, but then I did. It just dangled there, un-erect, and bigger than I had ever known. My first reaction was shock and disbelief, but my physical reaction...that was another story. My mouth suddenly got watery as if I was at the movie theater about to buy a dill pickle. It shocked me. I looked away, but it was too late. He saw me staring and knew what I was looking at....he smiled. We continued with the study session for about another hour. I swear my face was red the entire time. I was even asked by Shelly if I was feeling well. When the group started to break up, Shelly offered me a ride home. As we were walking out the door, David grabbed my arm and told Shelly, "She's going to help me clean," and shut the door before she could say anything. Those sudden two seconds led my heart to beat a mile a minute. He put his arm around me and told me not to worry - the nervousness must have been all over my face. He said he wanted to talk. He grabbed my hand, like an old boyfriend, and led me to the couch. He has never grabbed my hand before. My feet felt like heavy and cold like stone. As if they were pulling me back, anchoring me to the ground but not strong enough to oppose walking with him. He sat me on the couch, asked me to please sit and relax for a minute, and went to get us some wine. He could tell I was nervous and very uncomfortable, and sat away from me at the other end of the couch. He sat with his back to the armrest and placed his legs on the couch, and asked in a very comforting voice; "Susan, why are you so curious about swinging? You were the only one here that asked insightful questions." I tried to avoid answering him directly, I responded with one poor lie after another. But he didn't buy any of my reasons. Then I told him, "My husband wanted us to try it." "Ahhhh," THAT he believed. He knew my husband in college, but they never got along. David was more boisterous, active, and disruptive while my husband was more the intellectual. Once I confessed why I was curious, the roles reversed. It was his turn to ask questions. "What did I think, what was my reaction, how did I feel, what did I think of him swinging???" With each question and answer I began to feel more at ease. Perhaps the wine helped. Again, I kicked off my flip-flops and began to relax on the couch too. This turned into a real discussion. He began going more in-depth with why and how he began swinging. He enjoys playing his part in the world, and he can't imagine living any other way. As he talked, I couldn't help being captivated by his enthusiasm. I also couldn't get the picture out of my head of what I saw earlier, and would instinctively glance in that direction occasionally. Not sure why - did I think it was going to come out? I kept telling myself I didn't see what I thought I saw - it couldn't be that big. Not sure how or when it happened, but at some point while I was talking, he had grabbed my foot and began massaging it. When I did notice, I was a bit taken back but at the same time a little voice inside me said, "Thank God, I painted my toenails." Strange I know. So there I was, captivated with his take on swinging, and at the same time getting a GREAT foot massage and feeling more and more relaxed. Then he said it, "One thing you master is controlling a woman's body from head to toe." Especially a wife. I foolishly said "Like what?" It happened very quickly, but at the same time very slowly in my mind. He lifted my right foot, and slowly my big toe disappeared into his mouth. What happened to me next was the most amazing moment ever. All of a sudden, lightning exploded down my leg, up my thigh and through my spine. My whole body exploded in goose bumps. I found my back arching, body shaking and mouth gasping. It lasted maybe one second, maybe less, but I'm sure my face had an O.M.F.G expression. He slowly slid my toe out of his mouth and continued massaging the same foot without skipping a beat. He then quickly began talking about how I should swing. "Marriage goes both ways, Susan, and if you love your husband, then you should do it. After all, his asking is giving consent to explore and you should take it seriously." You know what, he made sense. He continued talking about the special role of wives in making their husbands happy by swinging, and I listened. I listened intently. He didn't talk for too long, but long enough for me to be surprised by him taking my left big toe and sliping it into his mouth again. Same result. "What was he doing to me?" is what I thought. It was as if I no longer had control of my body. I wasn't telling it to move or shake, I had no part in that control. But he did, he made my body move against my will or thought. It was listening to him. He then told me how he ran into my husband few months ago at the gym. I was surprised. He continued to mention that they showered in the same area, and that my husband had reminded him of other husbands he met in London, so he's not surprised that he asked me to swing. I asked, "How so?" He said, "He's lacking." "In what?" "In this." He quickly pulled down his zipper and lifted it out and, with a thump, laid it next to my foot. The glance I had stolen from him earlier was now affirmed...it was that big. I'm 5'7'' and wear a shoe size 6. I've lain in bed with my husband many night,and when he is erect, I have noticed my foot is always longer than his endowment. David was not erect, and my foot was small in comparison. My mouth dropped and my heart was racing! The image of it and the difference in scale between "that" and my foot seemed unreal. It was...intimidating, how could it naturally be that big? I intentionally didn't think it, but somehow, my big toe moved over and brushed across it. That was all the indication he needed for consent, and it was not my mind that gave it. In one quick movement he grabbed my ankles and pulled me across the couch towards him. I landed on his lap with my mouth open, gasping for air. He saw it as an invitation, and before I knew it, I was making out with David. His tongue was much larger than what my senses attributed to a kiss, and he kissed with passion, and surprisingly I found myself kissing back. Was I really doing this? David was a friend, how can I be kissing a friend. As we kissed, I felt something warm and continually moving up my right thigh. I knew what it was. I'm not sure how long we kissed...it was quite a long embrace, but eventually, and with gentle care, he carried me off to his bedroom. The door never closed. He carried me into the bedroom; my senses must have been on EXTREME-sensitivity because as he began to stand me up, I could feel almost every fiber of the carpet touch the bottom of my foot. We both stood facing each other in his bedroom, arms wrapped around one another...kissing. As if anything could startle me at this point, there I was startled by my phone ringing. The ringtone identified it as my husband calling. I did not move, I did not answer it. As I stood there in front of him, a little voice inside me kept questioning what I was doing and telling me that I should leave. In hindsight, I'm glad I didn't. What happened next was the most erotic experience I have had having my clothes removed. He quietly moved directly behind me, I could not see him. All of a sudden I started feeling the sensation of tiny soft kisses on my neck and shudders. My grandma called them "angel kisses" and I loved them as a little girl. The sounds alone were adorable. His hands slowly appeared from behind me, and as I looked down and witnessed him very patiently begin to unbutton my blouse. My heart was racing. When he was done undoing each and every button with care, he slowly, and I mean slowly, began to remove my blouse by slowly dragging the fabric along my shoulders and arms. He wanted me to feel every moment. I just stood there and felt every fiber brush against my skin. Again, my cell-phone rang, and again, the ringtone indicated it was my husband. It RANG and Rang and rang, almost in tune with my blouse inching off my shoulders until I heard the faint sound of my blouse crumbling onto the floor. I heard a sign of approval coming from David's lips; he approved of my bra, cleavage, breast, or perhaps all three. I had worn matching red string Tanga bra and panties that day. I had worn that pair because my husband liked to see me in them, they were a gift from him, and because my husband and I had planned on some love making later when I got home. I didn't plan for anyone else to see me in them...no one else ever had. The phone continued to ring. It was so conflicting. Part of me wanted to run to the phone, but my my skin was invaded by goosebumps and my feet and legs were in concrete...and not going anywhere. This was going to happen no matter what my mind wanted. Again, the angel kisses....now with gentle blowing into my ears. My body was ultra-sensitive and everything was magnified. All my senses were on notice, all the hairs throughout my body were standing straight up. He then moved in front of me, calmly got onto his knees and began giving my tummy kisses as he unbuttoned my shorts. Slowly, very slowly, very very slowly, he pulled them off me, carefully lifting each foot out of them and tossing them aside as a piece of me I no longer needed. He arose and again disappeared behind me. All I could hear was my heavy breathing, and one by one I felt each of my bra clasps become undone...until finally only my shoulder straps and breasts were keeping it on. He moved in front of me and reached out for my bra grasping it firmly. He then began to pull on it. First, my breasts were released from the bra and lightly bounced on my chest. Then, as he continued to pull the bra, he pulled my arms forward until they were totally outreached towards him. He pulled one more time and my bra hit the floor. He stepped forward into my stretched out arms until we were closely face to face. I could almost hear his heartbeat; it was as fast as mine. I could see the pores on his face, his lips, and feel the warmth of his breath. His face slowly disappeared. He was on his knees again, giving my tummy kisses. Only one piece of clothing left...my heart beat faster and faster. Suddenly my phone loudly rang again - it was my husband. David moved his hands and held onto my hips. It was only a coincidence of perhaps fate, that I was wearing red string Tanga panties that day...panties that I would learn later were his favorite. He then wrapped his fingers around my panty line along my hips and gave them a slight tug. This was it...no going back.... He patiently began to pull down my panties along my hips, all the while gently blowing on my belly button and lower. My phone was ringing. He pulled lower and lower, his breathing moved lower as he followed his progress and my heart raced faster and faster. The phone was still ringing. My panties were below my waist, and the crotch of my panties created a little resistance. It was not dry. He pulled a little harder, and it slowly began to unwrap from my body. As he gently pulled, I felt something, a drop, flow down my inner thigh. I looked down, and saw it slide down my thigh, past my knee, until resting on my ankle. This was a first. He pulled a bit more, and my body welcomed his attempts, and my legs parted a bit for him until the crotch of my panties was removed and the sudden exposure to air gave way to another exploding of goosebumps and tingling of my soul. He lovingly blew and kissed me around my vagina. The phone was ringing louder this time it seemed. Each ring seemed louder. I looked down and saw my panties in an unusual state. They were totally and without doubt soaked. "Did I do that? What made my body do that?" He glided my panties to my ankles, picked up my feet to step me out of them and tossed them aside. The phone was still ringing. Then he stood in front of me, totally dressed, while I was not. The phone stopped ringing. He leaned forward for a kiss, I got up on my tippy toes and we kissed. My phone alerted me to the arrival of a voice mail. I fainted. When I woke up, I wasn't sure where I was. I opened my eyes, and everything was unfamiliar. Then I realized I was naked and I knew it wasn't a dream, it did happen, or it was happening. David walked in with a glass of water and very happy my eyes were open. He carefully helped me sit up and helped me sip a cup of water. He asked if I was ok. I was embarrassed that I fainted. How LAME was I? I laid back down, so so so embarrassed I wanted to hide under a rock. He lay beside me. I didn't realize I was covering my body up with my hands. He slowly removed them and told me it was ok. I turned to face him, and then we were kissing again. God, he's a good kisser. While kissing, he began to lead me back to a standing position. What was happening to me? I followed his kiss like a love-struck school girl. There we were again, like nothing happened, standing in front of each other. He was completely dressed, and me as nude as a new born baby. He politely asked me if I wanted to continue. If I did, I would have to undress him. That would be my consent, my approval, my...vow to be in his bed. I was nervous, my hands were shaking. So he helped, he guided my hands to the bottom of his shirt and helped me lift it over his head. He guided my hands to the button on his shorts, I calmly undid it - the sound of me pulling down the zipper still rings in my ear. The shorts were very loose on him so once I undid the zipper. They dropped to the floor like a curtain falling in a 60's Broadway show. It was unexpected and sudden, but there it was, standing at full attention. It was a lot larger than what I saw earlier. It was...Intimidating. He reached out, and grabbed my right hand, and pulled out my index finger, and slowly he traced it from the bottom to the tip and around and back again. I found myself staring intently and stepping closer as he did this, until eventually he let go of my hand and I found myself tracing on my own. One finger turned to two; turned to three, until eventually I was holding all of him in my hand. Eyes Wide Open My body, mind, and soul were accustomed to that body part feeling a certain way, weighing a certain way, and looking a certain way in my hand. I could cradle my husbands in the palm of one of my hands. My mind could not comprehend how heavy it was...how much weight...how much girth, and how my hand looked so tiny. I was becoming weak in the knees again, but David caught me and protected me. David caught me by my shoulders as my knees started to weaken. He asked if I was ok, and I wasn't sure what happened. As the sudden feeling started to wash away, I looked down and noticed that I never let go of him. He was still in my right hand. I couldn't stop staring at the size difference between him and my hand, and I couldn't stop looking despite my light headed state. I started to reach out with my left hand, moved my right hand down to the base and grabbed hold. Both my hands fit. I was shocked. Like a lost girl I looked up at him flabbergasted. He gave me an approving kiss on the forehead. Told me it was ok, and encouraged me to explore. I turned my attention back to it. It was a being unto itself. The tip resembled the top of a very large mushroom and had well defined ridges, not something you notice about the tip unless you're up close or it's large enough be discernible from a distance. It was a comforting warm, vibrating with energy and strength. It was heavy, heavier than my senses and mind attributed to that body part, and it was intimidating. It dwarfed BOTH my hands and was as solid and hard as a rock. Really stiff and firm, it wouldn't move without effort on my part. I'd move it to the left, and it would just snap back into place. I was startled when he spoke. I almost forgot he was in the room, and more importantly I forgot that I had undressed him. We both stood there, completely naked in his bedroom. I never felt so vulnerable. He took my face in his hands and kissed me very, very passionately. It was like we'd been doing this for years. I couldn't believe how natural it felt to kiss him, how involved I was. At the same time, there was a twinge of disbelief that I was doing this at all and NOT kissing my husband. This is not the man I gave vows to, yet here I am standing in his bedroom, my clothes scattered on the floor like pieces of me that had to be removed to let the real me out. I began to meet his passion in the kisses with my passion. He was pulling me in deeper and deeper, and I knew it. I'm not sure how long we kissed, but it was quite a while. We stood there kissing, his arms wrapped around me, my hands wrapped around "him." The only reason we stopped is because I was startled when his toes touched my toes; all the things to get startled about this deep into what was unfolding. I looked down and smiled. There was something very intimate, seeing my feet next to his feet. I never saw my feet as sexual instruments. I played soccer, walked around barefoot, they were just feet. But when my toes disappeared into David's mouth they became something more...a path to euphoria. And now seeing my toes touching his toes made what was happening that much more real...that much more...sexual. He asked me sit down on the bed for a minute. I did. As I sat there, on the edge of his bed, nude, I wondered "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING SUSAN?!" I was silent, just me and thoughts for what seemed an eternity. It was weird seeing my friend walk around nude, so confident in his walk. "I'm seeing DAVID NAKED?!!?" He reached out for my hand, as if I was walking off a stagecoach, and led me into his bathroom where he had a hot shower running. He led me into the bath stall. Our time in the shower was so surreal. What was an emotional roller coaster ride up to this point turned into jovial fun. He cracked jokes, we splashed water on each other, and it was the complete opposite of everything that had happened up to that point. We were being friends, we were naked, but the quick change from uber-sensitive eroticism to now laughing like school children seemed so much like a dream. It made light of the intensity that was happening earlier, and gave my poor heart a chance to rest. We were in there for quite a while before we rinsed off, David stepped out first and grabbed me a towel and began to dry me from head to toe like a gentleman. Seeing my thigh jiggle while he dried it was quite a sight. It just made it more real. I knew where this was leading...this was going to happen. He dried himself off then walked me to the mirror and stood behind me. My heart skipped a beat. It's one thing being behind one's own eyes and witnessing the unfolding of the afternoon's events. It was quite another being slapped in the face with the truth when you see yourself naked in front of a mirror with another man that is not your husband. HOLY POO?!!? This is real?!?!!? There I was looking back at myself. It was like looking at a stranger. Who was she in the mirror? She wasn't the loyal married woman I've always known, or the responsible woman that most of my friends look to for relationship advice. She was someone else, I didn't recognize her, but she was stronger than me, and all I could do was witness. David grabbed a brush and stood behind me, and while we both stared at each other in the mirror, he slowly brushed back my hair. I felt so protected, so safe. This may sound strange, but it was like he was a big brother, taking care of me. When he finished, he grabbed a firm grasp of my hand and began walking me back to his bedroom. I knew what this walk meant. I found myself matching his stride, everything in slow motion. An old familiar feeling emerged. It was a feeling that reminded me of being a young girl and being taken to the doctor by my mother for a doctor's shot. That same familiar apprehension was back, inside me as he walked me into this bedroom. "This is what my husband wanted me to do, isn't it?" Isn't it? There was a small couch in David's bedroom. He sat down in it, and placed me on his lap, wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed back. By this point, his lips weren't foreign to me, they were familiar and inviting. I could feel the hundreds of goose bumps return to my legs. He held me close and tightly and we kissed for a long time. He lifted me again into the air, my feet dangling in the air, and gently laid me on his bed. He lay beside me, and again my hand, on its own accord, found its way to stroking him. As much as I enjoyed kissing him, I wanted to look at it, I want to explore it. He knew this, the look in my eye was nothing new to him. He'd seen it many times in the eyes of the wives shared with him by their husbands. So, he sat back and positioned his back to the head board, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and encouraged me to explore. I lay on my side and looked at it, touched it, examined it. "It's ok, you can kiss it," were his words. I leaned forward and gave it a kiss. I have given my husband oral, but this was quite different. With my husband, most of my upper lip and bottom lip touch air. But with David, there was nothing but contact. I kissed it again and again. He ran his fingers through my hair and encouraged me. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to show him what I could do. That I could give back, too. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and took him into my mouth. It filled my mouth. Like a live being, it made itself comfortable on my tongue. I did it for about 10 seconds...when he stopped me. I was startled. Why did he stop me?!?! "Sweetie, I need to show you how to give oral the right way." I thought I was doing it the right way?!? No one ever taught me how to give oral. I thought you just put your mouth on top and go up and down. I have been doing it to my boyfriend/husband for years, without any complaints. When we got married, no one handed me a "How to give oral for dummies" book. So I thought I knew what I was doing, because I'd never heard a complaint before. But, according to David, I did not. For the next hour, David walked me through how to give oral the right way. How doing it slow is better than doing it fast, how to use my lips, my tongue, and my hands. We went through several drills, working on my mechanics as well as the mental aspect of it. How important it is, before you begin, to spend a few seconds to gather yourself, and finally let go, and make love to it...YOU make 100% love to it. That combines both the mechanical and emotional side of it and is the key to doing it the correct way. As he was instructing me, I was extremely nervous. In the beginning, my nervousness was alleviated by surprising laughs. You see, I'd take my mouth off to listen more intently to his guidance and there would be this goo that would stick from his tip to the bottom of my lip. And boy was it was resilient, no matter how much I moved or shook my head, it was there. Each and every time I took my mouth off, THERE IT WAS. It was hilarious, we laughed each time. It took the edge off of what was happening...I was giving a blow job to David. That was the reality. Early into it there was another reality jolt. While I had David in my mouth, my phone began to ring again. It was my husband again calling reaching out to me. O.M.F.G. Here I am, with another man in my mouth while the man I married to is calling from our home. How can I be doing this??! Why am I doing this?!?!? Why can I not stop? This is what he wanted,isn't it? Isn't it? This raged inside me, trying to balance both worlds inside me while listening to David's instructions. Up and down I went, kissing, and licking. The phone kept ringing. A tear ran down my cheek. I couldn't stop, I knew that once he had removed my panties there would be no going back, no stopping. Allowing him to take them off was my consent, and mine alone. My husband may have brought me here, but it was my consent that allowed my clothes to come off and I knew the what it was leading to. Another tear followed. David didn't notice. The phone stopped ringing. I wiped away the tears and kept going. We were at it for about an hour when we stopped. He said I evolved extremely well and told me "I'm proud of you." I don't know why I enjoyed hearing that but it put a smile on my face. Why did his pride in my new blowjob skill make me happy? My jaw was definitely a bit stiff and I was thirsty. He went to the kitchen and returned with a tray of fruit; blackberries, apple slices, orange slices, watermelon, water, and a bottle of wine. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I ate my first strawberry. It was 5 PM now, and I'd been alone with David or over 2 hours now. Snack time was quiet, nothing was said. I lay with my back on his chest looking out the window, eating fruit, drinking wine, and reflecting. He had his arm wrapped around me, his hand on my tummy. David is very tall, 6'5'' and has very large hands. Seeing his hand on my tummy was different. His large hand dwarfed my small waist. My phone rang again. This time it was my mother calling. I knew she was home, and here I am at this house doing what I'm doing. God if she only knew. Does she know, she never calls me in the afternoons?!!? As I lay there drinking my wine, David started very passionately kissing my neck. He grabbed the glass out of my hand, and turned me around. The kissing began again, very gentle, very loving. He then flipped me onto my back, with him on top of me. "Was this it, is it going to happen?" Then he stepped off the end of the bed, grabbed my hips, and slid me across the mattress until my hips were even with the edge of the bed. I would now learn what else his long tongue can do besides kiss excellently. It was slow, and it was a long lick but it was enough to make my body quake. "I knew you'd taste delicious," he said. I don't know how it happened, but that one lick pushed me out of my body. It was surreal. Everything became glassy; I was in an intoxicated daze. I was experiencing this great amount of pleasure. The ceiling fan seemed to be moving in slow motion. I could see my feet jiggling in the air, I wasn't telling them to jiggle. Again he had control. My eyes would open and close uncontrollably. The window was open, and a small breeze was blowing the curtains. I could hear his neighbors, an older couple, talking in the backyard. They just started cutting the grass; I could smell the fresh cut grass. They were probably less than 50 feet away. Here they are talking about the yard like normal people, and here I am, with my ankles being held up in the air doing anything but the normal. My hips started to move, I didn't tell them to move. I looked down, OMFG....the surrealism, feeling this amazing pleasure similar to what my husband has done many times, but that is not his face between my thighs, it is another man's face. Is this really happening? I wanted to stop, but my hips had a mind of their own. I wasn't telling them to move, but they were moving, and my body was not listening. I want to STOP. My body did not. If there was any time for it to end it would have been there, but my body betrayed me. Through my glassy eyes, I could see my toes dancing in the air, like ballet dancers during the Nutcracker. My husband took me to see that. My toes that David showed me could deliver so much pleasure, now danced for him. My mind was just along for the ride. I couldn't believe the moaning and heavy breathing was coming from me. It didn't sound like me, it sounded more involved. But there was no one else in the room, so it had to be me. David knew what he was doing. It was the best oral experience I've ever had. I mentioned his hands earlier. My husband's hands aren't small, but they aren't as large as David's. When my husband plays with my breasts, it feels good. But with David, my entire breast disappeared in his palm. The sensation was unbelievable, the visual overpowering... it elevated the pleasure flowing through my body. My body squirmed and moved the direction he made it move...my eyes were rarely open; all I could do was hear moaning from an unfamiliar voice. Eventually, he laid my feet on his shoulders. I enjoyed how his shoulders felt under my feet - strong, firm. By this point I was weak from the waist down. I completely surrendered to him. There was nothing he could not do. My body was no longer my own. He finished by licking me along my right thigh, and sucking on my big toe, my body shook. He then stood before me with the tip looking larger than before. He began crawling onto the bed. I began retreating with my elbows back to the head board. Why was I retreating? When I had nowhere to go, he put his arm under my waist and pulled me towards him and put each breast in his mouth, and nibbled. It was exhilarating. I reached down to stroke him...it was bigger. I remember what he told me when he was teaching me how to give oral. "It takes two, and if the woman wants to have great sex, it's her job to prepare it." I wanted to make him happy. When he was finished with my breasts, I, of my own accord bent down and took him in my mouth. I did it. Me, it was my decision. Although my jaw ached I had to do this for him, and yes it was thicker. He stood on his knees on the bed and he moaned. He moaned. I was doing something Right! I was giving back...it felt good. I did this for quite a while until he stopped me. He reached over to his dresser and pulled at a box. I made out the letters "Magnum." He handed me the condom and asked me to put it on. I followed his instructions and placed it on him. It was a very big condom. There I was, lying on a bed that wasn't my own. It was David's, a friend from college. I had just placed the condom on him and slowly glanced down. If it was intimidating before it was more so now. Its size announced its presence. It seemed to command my thighs to part. They opened, they parted and gave it a clear path to me. It was so thick. The emotion I was experiencing was familiar like that moment when you're seated in for your first roller coaster ride and it slowly begins to ratchet its way to the top knowing that the drop is inevitable. David wrapped both his hands around my waist. The visual made my heart skip a beat. Looking down, I saw his large hands envelop my waist and this thick penis hovering over my navel. I felt tiny, small. He asks me to put it in for him. I reach out with my right hand, then my left, I grab hold with both hands and lower it and place it against my clitoris and pushed it lower to my entrance. He pushed in. As he began to penetrate me, my heart rate shot up from rapid to cardiac. My mouth gasped, and air rushed out of my body, and I would wind up chasing my breath for the rest of the day. My body uncontrollably arched. Then came the pain. Felt like he was cutting me in half. I instinctively clawed at the bed, then I contracted myself to keep him from entering any more. When I did this, a rapturous sensation crept along my body and my eyes shot open wide. I was gasping for air, but the air was leaving my body as fast as I could ask for it. It was heavenly. I was so wrapped in it that I relaxed a bit. He entered a bit more. THE PAIN. I closed myself off again, this time also pushing on his chest to get him to STOP. David is very tall man and has a long torso; he was posed over me like a canopy. I felt tiny. Again I had this euphoric feeling spread throughout my body. I've heard the expression but this was the first time I've experienced having my toes curl - I could see them. I relaxed as I let the heavenly sensation wrap me up. He went in even further...IT HURT. It was like my body, not my mind, had identified him as a foreign object, an intruder and was fighting him off. My legs got involved, and I tried to push him off me with my knees. A reflex. But as quickly as my body did that...the pleasure returned and my body relaxed. I could't catch my breath; I felt like I'm hyperventilating. Everything was glossed over. He went in deeper. It was agonizing. This time when he went in deeper The sensation was now like discovering a new side of myself. Then I realize he's gone further inside me than my husband ever has. This part of me has never been touched until now. The euphoric pleasure is now quadrupled. Similar to the feeling of kicking your shoes off after a long day, and rush of air touching skin that has been untouched all day. He goes deeper, and it hurts now more than ever I'm pushing him off with my hands but it's like hitting a wall. He's not budging. I yell. Not sure if it was pain or pleasure but sound came out. Then he went even deeper and hit something...goose bumps spread throughout my body. Oh my god. He's touching my cervix. I'm scared. I look up at him probably with a shocked look on my face. He's smiling. Brushes the hair out my face. "You did it,", he says. Then leaned down, embraces me, and kisses me deeply. He was inside me fully and completely. My legs relaxed and nestled around his. Like an embrace. I broke away from the kissing and looked down. The visual was unreal. I was seeing a large portion of it still sticking out. Its thickness was unbelievable, it seemed impossible that it was inside....that all that fit inside. His tip I had kissed earlier was buried inside me. The contrast to my small waist made it very unbelievable. He then clutched my right thigh, cradled my neck with his other hand and began thrusting. My heart rate shot up again my breath rushed out of my body when I needed it most. The pleasure was unbelievable...my eyes uncontrollably shut, and I was swayed in a torrent of pleasure. It felt like he was massaging my soul. I had zero control of my body. It had control; it makes it move as it wishes. My god what is he doing to me. I feel the muscles on his back fully flexing. My thighs are wide open, welcoming him. Then his lips join the chorus. As they kiss my neck, my breasts I can't take it. He's making a permanent bond with my soul, he's touching, he's massaging it, and he's claiming it. Eyes Wide Open Then I feel it. The orgasm in me rising, it feels different. Like it's coming from deeper inside and it's slowly rising but getting stronger as it rises. It's like a separate being inside...telling me it's on its way. My leg muscles are fully flexed and working with him. Then without warning, it spreads throughout my body, my legs kick out, I moan loudly. It must be released. My entire body explodes. My eyes water and tears run down my cheek. It was as if all my pores opened up and energy was realized. It ached. I'm not sure I'd call it an orgasm, because it was not what I have defined as an orgasm...it was stronger it was deeper, intense. But it was not over...he was still thrusting..God this is wonderful, 15 minutes pass...30 minutes pass...he's still going. This would have been over 5 minutes ago at home. He's slowly, harmonically, making love to my mind, body and soul. He pulls himself out of me. That alone made me gasp. It was a sensation onto itself. I could feel more how much space he took up inside me. He turned me on my tummy and raised me onto all fours and stood off the bed. I looked over my shoulders and saw him wrapping his hands on my waist. I looked forward again. That feeling of having my mom taking me to the doctor's office was back again. I could feel him entering, it hurt again. I clawed at the bed..."I can do this", I said to myself. He touched my cervix again. It felt so wonderful. I was moaning louder I couldn't control the sounds coming out of my mouth, I could barely stay conscious. He was increasingly getting more aggressive, holding my hips tighter and tighter. God why do I love this so much, what is he doing to me? Tears would occasionally run down my face. I was in a heightened emotional state. Every part of my body was sensitive and soaking all the information it could. I looked at the clock 45 minutes...O.M.G. He then grabbed my left thigh and guided my leg off the bed. I had one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed. He tightly massaged my thigh. He grabbed the other thigh and guided it off the bed. I was standing now with my hands on the bed. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards him. We were having sex standing up. He was really pushing the limits of my cervix. While he raised me I was silent. I was wrapped in the pleasure. Then I felt it...a small tingling under my belly button and it was rising. "Is that what I think it is?" I thought. Then it happened, a second orgasm. I've never had one, never thought I was multi-orgasmic but here it was approaching. BOOM! It was just as extraordinarily piercing as the previous one. My weak body quaked. My hands reaching out for the air, but nothing there. As it subsided so did I. I was spent. I don't know what happened, but every ounce of energy was ripped out of me. I collapsed on the bed like a piece of meat, trying hard to catch my breath, and trying hard to stay conscious. I had a pulsating feeling between my thighs, the warmth of David's hand imprinted on my hips. David cuddled up beside me and kissed me on the neck. "Was that your first multi-orgasm?" "Yes, I panted." "I'm very proud of you." I smiled. I opened my eyes and glanced over to the clock. Over 3 hours had passed since this began and by the look of David....this was going to be a long day. Eyes Wide Open Her big natural breasts jiggled enticingly in a silk blouse as she walked towards me in the half empty hotel bar. She was a big girl, not fat really but tall and curvy with full hips, a narrow waist and enormous tits. Her ass was big and round and swayed gently inside her tight skirt as she walked drawing admiring looks from almost everyone as she moved past them with fluidity and grace. My eyes followed her and soaked in her beauty. I smiled when her pretty green eyes met mine and my breath caught momentarily in my chest. She smiled brightly back at me as she stopped walking and stood in front of me with her hands resting on her wide hips, giving her a confident sassy demeanor that I liked a lot. I had never dated or been with a bigger woman before but I had recently found myself drawn to them like a moth to a flame. She was stunningly beautiful with big green eyes, full lips and a crystal clear complexion. "Like what you see sugar?" She asked in a sweet Texas drawl that sent shivers down my spine. Her big breasts peaked out of her low cut blouse and a simple diamond pendant at the end of a silver chain drew my attention briefly to her generous cleavage. "Who wouldn't? " I replied with a soft laugh as I fought the urge to look back at her amazing cleavage and held eye contact with her. She was almost the polar opposite of my previous girl friend who was a petite, small breasted blonde with a pixie hair cut and small features and yet she was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen. "Then why don't you buy me a drink?" She asked confidently. She sat down in the empty chair beside me and stuck out her soft, feminine hand. "I'm Shelly." "Rob." I took her silky hand and held it as I continued to look into her sparkling green eyes. They were deep green like emeralds and the contrast between them and her long dark brown hair was striking. We sat, drank and talked for several hours. The conversation flowed smoothly from one subject to the next without a single moment of uncomfortable silence and she even seemed sincere when she laughed at my jokes which was a welcome change from my last girlfriend who struggled with anything resembling humor. Shelly was from Houston, "born and raised," but was in town, like me, for a convention and her room was one floor up from mine on the top floor of the semi-luxury hotel. The lights in the bar came on around 1am signaling closing time and we both finished our drinks. I didn't want the night to end and I hoped Shelly felt the same way. "Will you walk me to my room, " she asked softly as though reading my mind. Her voice had a beautiful melodic tone and she flashed a playful smile that let me know that she wanted more than just a friendly escort to her suite. "I would love to," I replied as I stood and took her smooth hand in mine. We walked hand in hand to the elevators. I felt extremely comfortable with her and my heart raced as the elevator doors opened and we stepped into the empty elevator car alone for the ride to the twelfth floor. Our conversation in the bar had been relatively reserved but the subtle undertones gave me a feeling that there was more to this beautiful woman than met the eye. She stepped close as the door closed and pressed her lips to mine. I am over six feet tall and I've had to bend down to kiss every woman I had ever been with but Shelly was nearly my height in her heals and our bodies melted together perfectly as our lips parted and our tongues entwined. We kissed deeply and passionately for the entire ride to her floor and as the chime signaled an end to the ride I had a prominent bulge in my pants from my achingly hard cock. It had been nearly three months since my previous relationship had ended and during that time I'd only had sex once with an old friend. As such I was beyond horny and I was ready for anything. We stumbled into her hotel suite with our lips locked together and our hands pawing to untuck, unzip and unbutton our clothes. Her blouse fell softly to the floor and I gasped with delight. Shelly was nearly the same age as I but at almost forty her body was still firm and youthful. I fumbled with her bra and let it fall beside her white blouse as I gazed lustily at her gorgeous tits. They were still firm despite their size and the sight of them literally took my breath away. "Haven't you ever seen a pair of tits before, " Shelly said playfully as she tossed my shirt onto a chair beside us. "A lot of them but never any as breathtaking as yours," I replied honestly. I glanced around the room for a bed but found only a couch, chairs and a full kitchen in the big room of the hotel suite. "Aren't you sweet," she said softly as she sank to her knees in front of me and pulled my dick from my suit pants. She looked at it with a lust filled gaze and then wrapped her soft lips firmly around it as her eyes caught mine. She looked up at me soulfully as her head moved forward. Inch after inch disappeared into her mouth until her nose pressed tightly against the neatly trimmed patch of hair above my dick. She held my cock in her hot throat for a seemingly impossibly long time with her eyes locked on mine. Tears streamed down her cheeks leaving brown mascara streaks in their wake. "Oh god," I moaned deep and low. My cock is above average in both length and girth and most of the women I'd been with had been unable to take it all down their throat much less hold it there until my legs got weak. "Like that do ya," she said when she finally came up for air. She had a huge smile on her pretty face and she held my dick with both hands. She licked slowly up one side and then the other before sucking hard on the head and swirling her tongue around it sending me into orbit. "Oh yes," I hissed loudly. She knew her way around a cock and I moaned softly as her hands slid between my legs and rubbed gently across my asshole. I loved playing with and licking girls asses but I had only had one girlfriend who was willing to reciprocate and that had been several years earlier. Shelly sucked me hard and wet for a long ten minutes and while she brought me to the edge several times she stopped short of letting cum. I was shaking with desire when she released my dick from her talented mouth and flashed a sexy smile. She stood up with saliva covering her face and wrapped her arms around me pressing her huge tits against my bare chest. Our lips met again in a deep kiss as her hard nipples rubbed against mine. My hands moved over her silky flesh down to her big round ass. I grabbed it and she sighed letting me know that she liked me playing with her ass. I stepped out of my pants and unzipped her skirt. It dropped to the floor and I stepped back to admire her beautiful curvaceous body. "You are gorgeous," I said softly as my eyes soaked in her beautiful curves. I had never seen a woman with a body like hers and looking at her was an eye opening experience. Every thing on her was sexy and I couldn't wait to explore her from head to toe. "Let's go get comfortable, " Shelly said as she led me into the big bedroom of her hotel suite. The room was huge with a large 4 post king sized bed on one wall and windows along another looking out across the city and the river in the distance. Shelly laid down on the bed and I settled beside her. Our lips met in a soft wet kiss as our hands explored the warm flesh of our bodies. My fingers ran through the neatly trimmed tuft of hair above her pussy and glided across the slick folds of her excited pussy. She was incredibly wet and she moaned deep and low as I dipped two fingers into her honey pot and stirred her juices. "Stay there," Shelly insisted. She rolled on top if me and straddled my face. I panted as I looked up the soft round topography of her sexy body. I could see drops of her juices clinging to the swollen lips of her sex and my mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her. My cock was painfully hard and it pointed skyward announcing my excitement like a beacon in the sky. Shelly lowered her pussy to my hungry lips and I pushed my tongue deep inside her hole. She tasted divine and I lapped her pussy like a thirsty puppy. My tongue attacked her hard clit until her body quivered and quaked from her first climax of the night. My face was soaked with her juices and the smell of her arousal hung heavy in the cool air conditioned room. "I want you inside me," Shelly panted as she lay on her back with her thick, strong thighs parted wide. I was used to being in charge sexually. All of my previous girlfriends had been passive or submissive but Shelly was clearly used to getting her way. She pulled me on top of her and guided my dick into the silky wet embrace of her wet pussy. Our bodies moved together as one, thrusting and writhing as we worked toward a climax. Shelly thrust her full hips hard into me. Her breathing was ragged and labored. She cried out loudly as she came and I felt her juices soak my skin. I continued to fuck her hard and fast until another orgasm rocked her beautiful body leaving her sweaty and out of breath. She pushed me onto my back and slithered between my legs as she looked at me with soft sexy eyes. Her tongue slid across my sensitive asshole making me moan wantonly. She grabbed my dick and squeezed it hard as she pushed her long tongue past my sphincter. The feeling was incredible and I felt like I would explode at any moment. "Like that huh," she teased. Her fingers joined her tongue and penetrated my asshole as her tongue lathered my taint. "God yes," I panted. I wanted to cum and everything she was doing was bringing me to the brink. "Then you'll love this," she laughed as she climbed off the bed and walked over to her suitcase. I watched wide eyed as Shelly fastened a black leather harness around her waist and inserted a strange bent dildo into her pussy. The other end protruded from the harness and jutted lewdly from her body. "What's that?" I asked hesitantly. I knew what a strap on was but I had never seen one and I didn't know that part of them went in her pussy. "This is my girl cock," she cooed as she wrapped her fist around it and smiled. "It's called a feeldoe and you are gonna love it." Shelly moved toward the bed and I started to get up. "No baby," she said softly, "stay on your back, it'll feel better that way." She poured lube over the latex phallus and settled between my splayed thighs with a devilish grin on her beautiful face. I had never had anything bigger than a single finger in my ass and yet I was strangely comfortable with being fucked in the ass by a woman I had just met with her strap on. Shelly eased two fingers inside me after pouring a generous amount of lube down the crack of my ass. Her fingers felt good, especially when she found my prostate and rubbed it. My cock twitched and thick viscous cum oozed from it as I shuddered with a small climax. It was unlike anything I had ever felt and my cock remained rock hard. "Are you ready Baby?" Shelly asked as she rubbed the smooth tip across my virgin ass. "Are you ready to get fucked?" "Yes," I hissed loudly. Despite a total lack of experience getting fucked I was more than ready. I was shaking with desire and I grunted loudly as she buried her girl cock deep inside me. Shelly started slowly. Her hips moved in languid circles pushing the feeldoe all the way in and easing it out slowly. She let me get used to the size and the sped up. He thrusts were long and hard and another small climax shook me to the core. "Stroke your dick Baby," she told me. I could hear the tremolo in her voice and I knew she was going to cum again. I wrapped my fist around my hard throbbing manhood and stroked it fast. Shelly cried out as she came and her guttural cries pushed me past the point of no return. I grunted and groaned as ribbons of cum spewed from my cock onto my stomach. We lay naked together in the big bed. Our chests heaved and sweat covered our bodies. "That was amazing," I told her as I ran my hands over her delicious thick body. I stroked her slick girl cock and squeezed her big beautiful tits as she lay beside me and I felt my dick start to stir anew. "Suck on it," she said softly as she gently guided my lips to the tip of her latex phallus. I had never had a desire to do anything like that and yet her soft sweet voice and gentle persuation coaxed me onto her cock. My tongue slithered up the shaft and I looked up at her with soft pleading eyes. Shelly smiled at me and sighed softly. "You look good with my cock in your mouth, " she cooed. Her hands held my head and guided it up and down on her strap on. The sensation was unreal and I ground my rejuvenated dick against the bed as my head bobbed over her delicious thick cock. "I bet you'd suck a real cock right now wouldn't you," she whispered. Her fingers ran slowly through my hair and I moaned my affirmative reply despite my reservations. I had never had a gay or bisexual thought before and yet in that situation the idea of giving head seemed exceptionally hot to me. Shelly turned around and took my dick into her warm, wet mouth and blew me as I blew her. Images of a real cock filled my head and I exploded shockingly fast in her mouth filling it with hot salty cum. She pulled me off her dick and kissed me hard. Cum spilled from her into my mouth and I tasted myself for the first time in my life. The taste was surprisingly notbad bad and the mind fuck of swallowing my own jizz was intense. We continued to kiss for a long time until we both started to tire from the late hour. "Thanks sugar you were great" she said sweetly. "If you wanna do it again tomorrow you know where to find me but for now I'm exhausted and I need to get some rest. Would you mind letting yourself out." She kissed me tenderly on the lips and rolled onto her side. I walked into the next room and quickly got dressed. My mind was reeling and I felt confused. Had I really just gotten fucked in the ass? Had I really admitted to both her and myself that I would suck a real cock? I knew I wasn't gay because I was still incredibly attracted to women but I had to admit that her cock had felt comfortable in my mouth and I wondered if a real one would be the same. Shelly was sleeping when I looked into her room. It had been an eye opening night and there was no doubt in my mind that I would be back later. Eyes Wide Open Jessica was young, having just celebrated her eighteenth birthday she was looking forward to spending the summer with her parents before starting college in the fall. Her long dark blonde hair brushed off of her shoulders as she admired her body in the mirror. She had a figure that most men drooled over, perky tits and a thin waist led down to an incredibly bitable apple bottom. Jessica sighed and reached for her baggy shirt, slipping it over her head as she heard a knock on her bedroom door. The door opened and her father peaked his head in, "Heading to bed, Princess?" His eyes slowly admired her tan legs. Jessica knew to expect the stares from other men, including quite a few of her father's friends, but something in her father's eyes lit a fire inside of her. As her father's eyes roamed back up her body to her face she slowly nodded, suddenly speachless. With desire dancing in his eyes, he slowly moved his gaze to her chest. She became aware of her nipples hardening and pressing against her shirt, begging for attention. Quickly Jessica crossed her arms and said, "Yes Daddy, I'm calling it an early night." "Then good night baby," He said, slipping back through the door and closing it behind him. Jessica's skin was flushed, no man had ever made her feel so attractive. She turned the light off and slipped between her cool sheets. Her thoughts were swimming, how could she feel so much for her father? There was a slight ache between her legs that she had never felt before. Jessica tossed and turned, twisting her shirt high upon her waist. The blanket and sheet cast aside from her movements. After what felt like hours she finally fell asleep. Nickalus quietly opened the door to his daughter's room. He'd watched her grow and turn into a beautiful young woman. Now all he could think of was Jessica's soft tan skin and how it would feel under his work worn hands. Nickalus stood in the doorway gazing at his daughter, the soft light reflecting off of her legs as she slept on her stomach. He absently rubbed his hand across his swelling package. Just a little touch wouldn't hurt, just to know how soft her skin is. Jessica had woken when her father opened the door, yet she lay still, waiting to see what he wanted. She watch him as he absently rubbed his pants, the ache between her legs becoming more demanding. Her father moved from the doorway to her bedside, slowly stretching out his hand to graze her thigh. Jessica dug her fingers into her pillow and moaned softly as her father's fingers slid along her skin toward her shapely bottom. Nickalus was lost in the soft feel of her skin, he slowly traced his fingers along her cheek where it met her long legs. He let his fingers linger for a moment before tracing back towards his daughter's sweet center. Jessica moaned louder, pressing her face into her pillow and arching her back, her body begging for more. Nickalus knew he should stop, but she was offering herself to him. He slipped his hand between her thighs, and gently rubbed along her aching slit. "You are a bad little girl, not wearing any panties," Nickalus said with a laugh. He continued to tease her as he undid his pants, freeing his erection. "Mmmmm, Daddy please," Jessica moaned as she moved her hips against his hand. She felt pressure rising inside of her body, like she would explode at any moment. Her father's hand moved from her moist hole and she let out a whimper, only to feel him grip her hips. Nickalus lifted his daughter so she was kneeling before him, legs spread and holding her perfect bottom in the air. He stepped free of the pants that had puddled at his feet and moved to kneel behind her. With one hand still on Jessica's hip he moved his throbbing head to her warm entrance, slowly teasing her tight hole. "Daddy's going to fuck his princess, is that what you want?" He asked as he pressed slightly inside of her. "Yes Daddy, please fuck me," Jessica whimpered. She gasped as he pushed all of his 8 inches inside of her, breaking her hymen. Suddenly she feels her father's fingers teasing her clit, he's still buried inside of her as she starts to moan and rotate her hips against him. Nickalus starts to move as he teases her with his fingers, slowly sliding himself almost completely out before pressing back into her. Jessica starts to moan as her body heats up again, she feels her father's fingers leave her moist center and slip under her shirt. His calloused hand runs along her stomach to her chest. Her nipples are achingly hard as his fingers start to tease, first one and then the other. She feels like exploding again as her father continues to slowly drive into her warmth. "Mmmm Daddy," Jessica moans. Nickalus moves to grasp his daughter's hips again, holding her delicious bottom tight. He begins to pick up speed, slamming his rock hard cock into Jessica's dripping pussy. She moans loudly, gripping her pillow as he drives her closer to a wonderous peak. Nickalus tenses, spilling his hot seed into his daughter. Jessica feels his warmth flood her as her body explodes with pleasure. Nickalus moves to Jessica's side and pulls her against him, "You're mine now Princess. And there's no use fighting it," He states. His arms stay wrapped around her until she drifts off to sleep.