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Allie

By: Soft Touch



I was hanging with my good friend Allie (sometimes we called her "Al", but she always smacked us hard for that) on a typical, boring Friday afternoon at our state college. The two of us were half-watching "Braveheart" for the twentieth time (with the volume turned down) and talking about whatever hit our minds. Allie was curled up on my bed, next to the sofa where I lay, and our heads were only separated by a good foot or so of space. 

"So who do you think is sexier," Allie asked me, "The peasant girl or the princess?"

The corner of my mouth twisted up in a grin, "Oh, the peasant girl, definitely."

Allie leaned up on an elbow, "How come?"

I thought for a second, "Well, she has great eyes and a wonderful throat" (a notorious weakness of mine) "and doesn't have to hide under robes and makeup to be beautiful. Plus, she's the only one who bares her boobs in this movie."

I said the last to half-infuriate Allie, and got a flick to my head as a response. Allie and I were good friends, both mildly attracted to each other, but that was about it. Allie had a fiance, and I wasn't him. I think Allie valued me more as a friend because I didn't shun her since she was taken; the value of friends in my life was equally important to love interests, or more so. Besides, it took a lot of the pressure off of being together, and we could flirt, give each other backrubs, and even curl up together occasionally without feeling guilty (her fiance went to another college). I always openly admired Allie's body - she had the best looking legs I've ever seen on a woman, and some nice curves and a great smile to go with it all. I think, given half the chance, I would love to make out with her, but the guy honor code held fast. If there's another guy, then hands off.

We shared details of our love lives to each other, and it was very educational to learn what a girl thinks from her point of view. The honesty that flowed between us strengthened our friendship continuously.

"Mark's coming up this weekend to visit me," Allie said, somewhat neutrally.

"Cool," I replied, using the same neutral voice. "So what are you two lovebirds going to do?"

She sighed. "I don't know. Maybe go out to dinner or something, but he seems like he's really in the mood to do some serious making out. Guess being away from me this long does that to him."

"Does it to us all, babe," I grinned. "So, you don't sound so excited about that, huh?"

"Kind of. I mean, I really love the kissing and rubbing and stuff, but every time he keeps wanting to go farther. Last time he wanted me to give him a blowjob."

I raised my eyebrows. "Did you?"

"Yeah - I licked and sucked him for a while, but it didn't really get him off. And I wasn't too turned on at the time. I ended up jerking him off; he came all over my pink sweater. Glad that stuff washes out."

I sat up and looked at her. "So, are you just scared to do it again, or not excited enough about it, or what?"

Her eyes refused contact with mine, and her voice kinda lowered. "Part of both, really. I don't feel like I know what I'm doing. . . and I'm not pleasing him. I also wonder if he wants to do it to me. And there's just something missing about it all."

"Sounds like you need a lesson in giving guys head," I said lightly, trying not to make her feel that embarrassed about it all.

Instead of answering, Allie asked me a question. "What do guys like it when they get head?"

My penis was slowly growing during this conversation, and I had to fight from focusing on it. I thought for a second, "I guess, first of all you can't be all shy about it. Guys like girls who at least look like they know what they're doing. Giving oral sex is like control for the female - she has the power, she controls it all. You have to be a bit dominant. Some guys like the deep throat thing - you know, all the way in your mouth. You have to be creative, use your lips and tongue. Figure out where the guy's sensitive spots are, and slowly excite them. Use your hands on his balls and ass - they like this. Oh, and look up at them while you do it - it gets a guy off like nothing else."

I hadn't expected to go into a speech over this, and shut up due to a bit of my own embarrassment. However, Allie looked a bit awed and understanding.

"Wow," she said. "I never knew all that."

We sat there for a while, the both of us staring at the TV but thinking thoughts about blowjobs and the like, and I knew that I'd probably have to make a bathroom break soon to relieve the bulging ache in my groin.

Out of the blue, Allie spoke. "Would you teach me how to give you head? I'd really like to know, so the next time with Mark won't be so. . . you know."

I nodded, half stunned (and aroused) at the offer. "Sure, no prob," I said, like I was going to be teaching her calculus or something.

"Where do you want to do it?" Allie asked. I looked around, and decided that the bed post should be able to support me standing against it. I stood against it, facing her, and said, "Right here."

Allie got off of the bed and walked up to me. I could see that she was pretty excited as well, her cheeks flushed and breath heavy. She looked into my eyes and gave me a quick, soft kiss on the mouth. "Thanks," she said.

I nodded, and began my lesson. "First, so that the guy doesn't feel too awkward, you probably should be topless. Plus, this would arouse the guy and all."

She stepped back from me and pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing two firm breasts in a white silk bra. I could see the peaks of her nipples standing out toward me, and urged to touch them. Allie had milky-white skin, unblemished except for a small abdominal scar. Still looking at me, she reached back and unfastened her bra strap, then let it fall.

I couldn't resist. My hands reached out to grab those perfect mounds, and I gently caressed them, feeling shocks of excitement extend from my fingertips to my penis. I was touching her! Just looking at it made me so horny. Allie didn't resist, but leaned in so that I could feel her breasts better. I could feel the rough buds of her nipples press into my palms, so different from the pillowy softness that surrounded it. Her eyes closed as I continued to slowly explore her with my hands.

After a minute of that, I reluctantly let go (and I was somewhat happy to see that she was disappointed as well). "Now, pull my pants down, but don't touch my boxers."

She followed orders, getting down on her knees and undoing my pants. In a few seconds, they were around my ankle, my throbbing cock pressing hard against the fabric of my boxers. Allie looked up, eager to receive further instructions.

"Lightly touch and feel, imagine what it looks like. Use both hands if you want to." She extended one finger that traced the shaft of my member from the tip down to my balls. Her lithe fingers wrapped around my penis, clad in cotton, and squeezed gently. I let her hands roam around for a few minutes, exploring my hidden cock, and then felt one of her fingers slip under my boxer leg and caress my sensitive balls. I shuddered at this unexpected sensation, and Allie took the cue to explore further. Her cool, soft fingers slid over my private region, feeling the silky skin of my shaft and the coarse hair that surrounded it. Hoarsely, I told her to pull them down.

As with most first (or second) timers, the girls just want to look for a while, to comprehend what they are staring at. I let Allie do so, her fingers moving my skin around and lifting up my testicle sac to see underneath. A drop of precum trickled down from my head onto one of her fingers, and she withdrew her hand to feel this strange sensation. After sliding it between her fingers, she lifted it to her mouth and tasted it, eventually licking her fingers clean. "It's not too bad," she said. "Kinda salty."

"Do you think you can stand to suck on that?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," she breathed.

I grinned and she followed suit, the two of us relaxing in the shared humor. "Okay," I said. "So far you're doing great. Just remember never to lose contact with either your hands or mouth. . . to start, it's usually a pretty good idea to have one hand cupping my balls, and the other wrapped around the base of my penis for control. So I don't jerk up into your mouth or anything."

Allie enveloped my manhood with her cool hands, and I resisted the urge to rub against them, to ask her to jerk me off right there. "Mmmmm... that feels great. How are you doing?"

She looked up and gave me a melting grin. "Just fine."

"Terrific. Now kiss all around my penis, like you would any other part of me. Use small kisses, long, open-mouthed ones, and even get your tongue in there, as if you were frenching. Just don't stay on one spot too long, or it can desensitize pretty quick."

The second I felt her moist lips brush against the head of my cock, I was in ecstasy. I sucked in my first breath and closed my eyes, concentrating with my other senses to feel what she was doing to me. Her lips moved slowly and sensually around my member, kissing and licking, teasing with small little pecks, and driving me wild with open-mouthed explorations. After a few minutes, my cock was soaked in her saliva, red and throbbing with pent-up pressure. As much as I was enjoying this (and from the sounds from her, she as well), this was just foreplay to what I needed to satisfy me.

I lifted her face off of my penis with one hand, and motioned for her to continue stroking me with the other. Small moans and smiles sent encouraging messages to her, and I could see the eagerness for more in her eyes. "Are you ready to really give me head?"

She nodded. "Then put me in your mouth as much as you can, and use the hand you have wrapped around my cock to guard against me shoving it in any further."

Allie bent over my sensitive dick, obscuring my view with her mass of tawny-brown hair. Suddenly, I could feel lips part at the tip of my head, and then slide down my base. I felt the heat of her mouth envelope me, her hot tongue pressed up against my base. She had at least three of my six inches inside of her mouth.

"Take your time," I moaned. "Just get the feeling of it in you, use your tongue to taste me, sort of like a big lollipop."

Her tongue slid up and down my shaft, flicking from side to side, and gently withdrawing. I placed my hands on both sides of her head to wordlessly urge her to start sliding me in and out of her mouth.

I was in blowjob heaven! I had never been sucked off by someone as sexy, uninhibited, and sensual as Allie, and every second became a fight not to shoot my load before I was ready. Her mouth moved faster, sucking in my cock and then sliding it out, taking a bit more in her mouth with each thrust. I could feel the top of her mouth bump against my head, and for a second she made gagging noises. But then it was over, and she managed to take more of me into her.

I could feel her tongue swirl around me, her hands on my balls and ass (since now she had most of me in her mouth, and presumably trusting me not to push in further). I groaned, and heard her anxious moaning replies, sharing in my excitement, thrilled to be pleasing someone this much.

"Oh, Allie! That's so good. . . " I said. "Yes. . .. keep doing that. . . oh, you're turning me on so much. I want to come deep in the throat of yours. . . "

At this, Allie looked up at me, not pausing for a second in giving me head. Her head bobbed up and down faster, eyes locked on my face (which was contorted in that wonderful mix of rapture and pain). I could see that she wanted me to come. . .

"Allie! I'm almost there! If you don't want me to come in your mouth, take me out now and just use your hands! Ohhh....!"

Instead of doing that, Allie pressed down harder, taking my six inches into her mouth, taking me in and out three times every second. I groaned so loud that I was sure my dormmates down the hall could hear, and then bucked deep into her throat. My cum shot out, hot and strong, into her lovely mouth. She didn't pause for a second, but continued her rapid fellatio while attempting to swallow my load. Some of it leaked out onto my cock and her face, but the two of us were just enjoying it too much to notice.

When I finished my orgasm, I slowed her head down, then took it off my cock. Without saying a word, I pulled her up to her feet. One of her hands, sticky with my semen, still held my limp penis, while the other came to the side of my face. I kissed her deeply and slowly, trying to show my appreciation and desire in one special moment. I could taste my own come, her abundant saliva, and even smell the pheromones that she was giving off.

After a few seconds, we drew back in each other's arms. Allie spoke first.

"Thank you so much for teaching me. . . I don't think I've ever had a lesson quite that. . . educational, in quite a while." She gave me a smart-ass grin.

"In so many words," I replied. "That was a damn fine blowjob."

Allie



Allie was headed for Samantha's house. It was Friday night and her friend had called her to tell her that her parents were out of town and that she was putting on a big, loud party. Boys, drinks, all of it. Just the kind of place a cute, single 18-year-old like Allie wanted to be.

She walked briskly in the dark, excited and impatient. She'd been out of a boyfriend for a few months and she missed the sex. With any luck she'd find a new one tonight. Or at least get drunk. Maybe both. She definitely looked nice; at about 5'3", Allie was a bit on the short side, but the rest of her made up for it. Her short legs were beautifully curvy, toned and firm from frequent workouts. Her thick thighs merged beautifully into a gorgeous bubble-butt that tonight was shrink-wrapped in a pair of skin-tight black jeans. Allie was a bit of a punk, so that meant they were slightly ragged at the knees, and topped by a thick, chrome-spiked belt. Her flat stomach was left partly uncovered by a skimpy white tank top, and her nice breasts filled her b-cups well enough that she could almost have considered moving up a size. Her long, curly hair was died black. Skater shoes and a black hoodie rounded it all out.

Allie rang her friend's doorbell excitedly. Sam was at the door in a second, accompanied by Christie, her best friend. They let Allie in and she noticed them watching her as she kicked her shoes off.

Sam was a pretty good-looking girl herself. A bit taller at 5'6", she combined a bit of boyishness with a hot, busty body that got her plenty of attention. Tonight she was wearing loose, ragged carpenter jeans low on her hips, with a thick leather belt and a tight black t-shirt that showed off her bustyness. Her friend Christie was a cute blonde, about the same height, with a smaller chest but a bit more booty, which was wonderfully apparent in the faded, tight jeans she was wearing. 

Allie looked at her friends inquisitively. She noticed the two girls were standing very close together, Christie's butt brushing against Sam's thigh. 

"So," she began, "who's here so far?"

The girls gave her a strange smile. "We lied to you, Allie," Sam said playfully. "You're the only one we invited."

"What?" Allie was confused, and a bit angry. She wanted boys, and beer.

"I think we can show you to a good time anyway, right Christie?"

"Mmm, for sure," Christie replied. Sam gave her a little push on the ass and together they started towards Allie, who was only beginning to realize what they wanted to do to her.

The two girls each grabbed one of Allie's arms and pushed her up against the wall, pinning her as they pressed their bodies onto hers. They ran their hands over her thighs, and she quivered with excitement as an undeniable feeling of warmth started to build between her legs. The promise of naughty excitement quickly eroded her initial reluctance, and as Samantha brought her face close, Allie's lips greeted hers eagerly. Christie watched excitedly as the two girls kissed, softly at first and then more intensely as Sam started pushing her tongue into the other girl's mouth. It was too irresistibly hot and so she joined in, kissing Allie's neck and sliding her hand father up her thigh. Sam let her tongue flicker in Allie's mouth one last time and pulled away to let Christie move in, and she slowly unzipped Allie's hoodie. She slid her hand up her shirt and tickled her belly button, making Allie squirm slightly as she kissed Christie. Sam moved closer and took Allie's earlobe into her mouth as she moved her hand further up, stopping just short of her full breasts.

Allie felt the girls pull her away from the wall, and Christie wrapping her arms around her as Sam moved in from behind. With one hand on the back of her neck and the other around her waist, Christie continued to kiss her. Allie shivered as Sam put her hands on her ass and started caressing it lustfully. She moaned, and as she arched her back she felt a firm spank land on her curvy butt. 

The sting was very arousing and as she felt Sam spank her once more she wrapped her arms around Christie and kissed her deeply. 

Sam spanked Allie's hot little ass a few more times, and then, leaning towards the girl's ear, she cupped her round bottom firmly and asked in a dirty voice,

"Allie babe, why don't we take this to my bedroom?"

Christie pulled away and whispered into the other,

"Yeah, Allie, why not?"

Allie shivered, and, biting her lip, slowly moved towards her friend's room. The two girls were right behind her, and each put a hand on her butt as they followed her down the hallway. Her tight, low-cut jeans molded her hot ass perfectly and the girls cupped her bubble-cheeks firmly as she walked. 

As they entered the dim room, the girls pulled off Allie's hoodie and pushed her towards her bed, sitting her down and then turning back to each other. They got close and kissed, unzipping each other's jeans and slowly sliding them off their hips and down their legs, pausing to caress their bodies. Before they got too worked up, they turned to the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, who they were happy to see had been watching them intently. 

Allie had become a bit nervous at the sight of these two girls taking off each other's clothes. It was getting her very hot, but maybe she wasn't quite ready for this. But before she could protest, Sam grabbed her by the waist and Christie got her legs, and they lay her down on her back. Allie tried to resist but Sam got up on her chest and kneeled onto her outstretched arms, pinning them down. As Sam lifted her butt off her chest, Allie again felt desire overcome her inhibitions. Sam's hot pussy hovered in front of her face with nothing but wet, skimpy panties covering it. Sam was smiling at her naughtily as she watched her staring, and she brought her damp muff closer to Allie's face, stopping short and teasing her as she rocked her hips back and forth. Allie stared at Sam's damp mound, mesmerized as she rocked it in front of her face. The smell of a hot, horny girl was intoxicating and she wanted desperately to get closer.

Christie caressed Allie's thighs as Sam pinned the girl firmly to the bed. Running up the inside of her legs she passed her hands over the girl's mound, rubbing it through her tight jeans. She spread Allie's legs as she ran her hand back and forth, drawing moans. The pleasure was making her squirm, but Sam held her firmly in place and there was nothing she could do when she felt Christie unbuckle her belt. Shy reluctance raced through her as thoughts of another girl taking her pants off raced through her mind, and she tried vainly to escape. But the feelings of naked helplessness just turned her on, and as she felt Christie unzipping her jeans she closed her eyes, taking in the scent of the hot cunt hovering in front of her face.

Sam looked back over her shoulder to watch Christie peel off Allie's tight pants. Christie raised Allie's legs up onto her shoulders, and slid her hands down her thighs and over her round ass. Grabbing onto her belt, she tugged Allie's tight jeans off her butt and down her hips, baring her gorgeous ass. Sam got off of Allie's chest.

"Turn over, babe," she ordered with a naughty smile. Allie felt herself blush as she rolled onto her stomach. The girls urged her up onto all fours, and as she arched her back they caressed her gorgeous butt together. Her jeans were just off her ass, her chrome belt following the bottom of her round cheeks, and a red thong riding up between them. Sam moved in and started running her tongue over the smooth white skin, and Christie tugged Allie's thong further up her butt.

"Look how nice that is," Sam said as she caressed Allie's round ass, running her hand all over its curves and making her shiver. "Look at how round that is, look at how hot that little ass is," she moaned as she spanked Allie firmly. 

Sam moved in and started running her tongue over Allie's hot, pink ass, and Christie give it one last caress before crawling up beside her and moving in for a kiss. Allie's excitement was feverish, and she was gasping for air as Christie ran her hand through her hair, kissing her deeply. 

Sam ran her tongue all over Allie's hot little ass, and pulling her thong aside she started to lick her tight asshole. The pleasure took Allie by surprise and she had to pull away from Christie, gasping as she felt Sam's tongue rimming her tightly clenched hole. Christie stroked her hair gently. "You love it, don't you,"

she mused. Before she could answer, Allie felt Sam push her tongue into her ass, making her moan as the naughty pleasure overcame her.

Sam pushed her tongue in and out of Allie's ass, feeling it slowly relax and give in to her pleasuring. Then, she pulled away and pulled her friend's thong and jeans down her thighs to her knees, revealing her hot, tight pussy and curvy, toned thighs. Sam caressed her cute butt, and slid a finger towards her eager asshole. 

"You want some more, huh, baby?" She teased. 

"Please," Allie begged, her face flushed as she arched her back, poking her ass towards her friend imploringly. "Mmm, you're so dirty," Sam teased as she spanked her. She licked her index finger, and without waiting she pushed it up Allie's ass, making her gasp.

Christie watched as her friend finger fucked Allie's tight ass. Allie was moaning, her chest pressed against the bed and her ass up in the air as Sam pushed deeper and deeper into her. Christie reached down to Allie's waist and pulled up her tank top, unclasped her bra and ran her hand down towards her bare breasts. Allie got up onto her elbows, and her friend started gently caressed her ample breasts. Soon, the simultaneous feelings of Sam's finger deep in her ass and Christie pinching her hard nipples were driving her insane.

Sam slowly pulled her finger out of Allie's ass and moved in with her tongue, licking it gently. But slowly she moved downward, letting her tongue run over the smooth skin that separated Allie's ass from her wet cunt. Allie gasped as she felt Sam lick her labia, teasing her. Sam paused, admiring her friend's gorgeous pussy. She ran her hand up her thigh, grazing her gorged clit and caressing the small patch of hair just beyond. Then, she placed a soft kiss on Allie's swollen clit and started flicking her tongue over it. Allie couldn't contain herself and started to pull away from the unbearable pleasure. Sam got a firm grip on her hips and pulled her back, licking her clit and diving her tongue into her tight pussy.

"Fuck me, Sam," Allie begged as Christie continued teasing her erect nipples. She rocked her hips back and forth as her friend's tongue went in and out of her hole, bringing her closer to the edge. She came violently and loudly, leaving Sam's cheeks smeared with intoxicating, sweet orgasm as she kissed her hot pussy one last time. Shuddering, Allie collapsed onto the bed. Sam admired her ass longingly as she ran her hands down the girl's hips, and pulled her jeans off the rest of the way. Then, she lay down beside Allie, and, caressing her curvy butt, moved in for a kiss.

The taste of hot pussy on Sam's lips was incredibly arousing. Having just come very intensely, Allie was slowly beginning to feel a need for more. As she kissed Sam, she too reached down for her lover's ass, and slid her hand under the girl's panties to feel the smooth skin. Sam broke away from the kiss and smiled naughtily at Allie as they caressed each other's asses. Playfully she rubbed her nose against Allie's, and soon they were rubbing their bodies together, pausing to pull off their tops so that they could enjoy the feeling of their hard nipples brushing against each other as they wrestled. Sam let Allie get on top of her. Pinning her friend beneath her, Allie straddled Sam and leaned down to kiss her.

Christie moved behind Allie and, grabbing her by the waist, urged her back. Allie got back onto her knees as Sam slid away from her, until her hips were roughly below Allie's face. Sam spread her legs and once again Allie was staring down at her panty-covered mound. Allie leaned down and rubbed her nose over the damp patch in Sam's panties. It smelled so good and she couldn't help but run her tongue over it. 

Without realizing it, Allie had arched her back and spread her legs, exposing her hot, damp cunt for Christie to admire. It was irresistible, and she found herself teasing Allie's cunt with her finger as she licked the girl's asshole. Allie gasped, feeling shy and definitely horny as another girl started to play with her naughty pussy. Sam took advantage of her momentary distraction to slip off her panties, sliding them down to her knees and then squirming them off the rest of the way. Allie stared at her bare cunt longingly and hungrily. She couldn't believe her luck as she moved in to taste her first pussy.

As Allie was getting ready to bang Sam on the bed, Christie grabbed a thick red dildo from Sam's dresser. As she crawled back up behind Allie she couldn't resists the urge to run it over her own gorged clit a few times; when she brought it up to Allie's cunt, it was already glistening from her pleasure. 

Allie was having the time of her life checking Sam's box out. She ran her tongue all over the inside of her thighs, moving closer and closer to her hot cunt. Sam grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her along, firmly at first and then less carefully as the promise of dirty fun built up her excitement. When Allie finally brought her tongue over Sam's swollen clit, they exchanged lustful glances. Allie dove into her friend's cunt, and the flickering of her tongue over her clit soon had her moaning. "Fuck me, you hot little slut," Sam groaned as she firmed her grip on Allie's hair.

As Allie ate her friend out, Christie rubbed the dildo against her inflamed clit. It was clear this girl loved eating pussy. Christie pushed the dildo into Allie's cunt, and though it was a tight fit, her well-lubed hole took it in eagerly. But it had caught Allie by surprise and she groaned, waves of pleasure flooding her already overloaded senses. She buried her face into Sam's mound as Christie slowly thrust the dildo in and out of her. 

Christie took the back end of the dildo in her mouth and continued fucking Allie in that way, using one hand to balance and the other to rub her own desperate pussy. It felt so good, and had her mouth not been full she would have no doubt been moaning as loudly as the others. 

Allie ate Sam's pussy frantically, desperately trying to make her cum before she herself went over the edge. She was bucking back and forth with each of Christie's thrusts, taking the thick rubber cock deep inside of her. Sam stared, mesmerized by the sight of her gorgeous friend taking it from behind eagerly as she ate her pussy. It was all so hot, and it wasn't long before she came violently, wrapping her thighs around Allie's head and crying out in pleasure. Moments later, as her convulsive throes subsided, Allie broke away from her, moaning in orgasm. 

When the two girls came to their sense they turned towards Christie. They watched her as she licked Allie's orgasm off the dildo, rubbing her clit and moaning softly. Allie and Sam crawled over to her, grabbing her arms and stretching her out on her back. Sam snatched the dildo away from her, and, spreading her legs, rubbed its glistening head against her clit.

"You want some cock, don't you, babe?" she asked maliciously.

"Mmm, please Sam..." Christie implored.

Allie lay down beside her, cupping her breasts as she murmured, "You want some cock in that hot little cunt of yours, don't you baby?" She pinched Christie's rock-hard nipple gently and moved in for a kiss, pushing her tongue into the girl's mouth. Just then Sam slid her dildo deep into Christie and began nailing her with increasing intensity.

After satisfying Christie with a deep, loud orgasm, the three girls lay together naked, Allie intertwined with Sam, and Christie spooning her from behind. They held each other for a while, occasionally kissing as they enjoyed their total exhaustion together. All too soon Allie knew she had to go, and she got up to gather her clothes. But as she picked up her thong panties, Sam came up behind her.

"Hold on, sweetie," she said gently. "It'd be really hot if you wore mine instead," she continued, handing her damp, musky panties to Allie, who was all too happy to accept them. She slipped them on and turned to face Sam. As they kissed, Sam ran her hand over Allie's muff, rubbing her tender cunt through her wet panties. Allie shivered, aroused by the naughty, dirty feeling of another girl's juices on her crotch. Needless to say, it was a little while longer before she got the rest of her clothes on. 

When she finally fought her tight jeans back over her butt, it was with great reluctance that Allie headed out. She kissed her friends one last time, knowing she'd never look at them the same way, and that there many other things that had been irreversibly changed for her, too. But as she walked through the dark, deserted streets, the feeling of Sam's wetness against her own was all that was on her mind. 



Allie



Inspired by a remark from my 'little sister'.

My grateful thanks to evanslily for her time and patience, and her editing skills. As always, the good stuff is due to her, the mistakes are mine.

ALLIE

The Piccadilly line in the middle of the morning is hardly the Road to Damascus, and yet the premonition that morning was no less apocalyptic in my life. The advertisement was for Help The Aged, the picture, a sprightly-looking older lady, but it was the wording that caught my attention: 

Remember Alison, she's still an incredible person.

At the time, I didn't realise the importance of the message.

A fifty-four year old widower, I'd been alone for six years since Sally-Ann died. The children had been a big comfort, but I couldn't impose on them -- they had their own lives and families to think about. I hid my loneliness by throwing myself into work, starting early and finishing late. That way I didn't have to spend much time at home.

I'd been with the company since I left college, starting as a process chemist monitoring the production of food additives and eventually promoted to quality control manager -- where I stayed. I wasn't ambitious; as long as we had the money to do what we wanted, Sally-Ann and I had been satisfied. Of course, without her I didn't want to do much.

My monthly visits to Head Office were a penalty of my job. A meeting with the senior managers that could probably have been done by a conference telephone call; they preferred to make me take the two and a half hour journey into London and then out to the west of the capital to the sprawling offices of our parent company. It was on my way to this meeting I had the prescient experience on the Tube.

As I made my way to the male toilets before I started my meeting, I walked down the plush corridor between the fancy offices of the executives, mentally comparing my own 'broom cupboard', and idly reading the name plates on the doors. It was only whilst I was washing my hands that the name "Allie Stevenson" triggered a memory of a little blonde-haired girl, Alison; it was an odd coincidence. 

Her brothers had been playmates and school friends of mine, living in the next road to my family. My older brother and I had spent many hours in their house and they in ours. Allie, being eight years younger, had been the nuisance we had to put up with; pubescent boys rarely want anything to do with little girls, being far more interested in the older ones. Our families had drifted apart as we four boys grew up and left home to go to university and, in the case of Allie's eldest brother, the Army.

On my way back I did something completely alien to me and knocked on the door. To this day I have no idea why I did it; my usual response would have been to keep a very low profile and dash past in case she saw me. I can only blame that advertisement.

"Come in," said a faint voice within.

Already regretting my rash action, I opened the door. Inside an attractive blonde woman in her mid-forties was sitting behind a tidy desk and working on a laptop computer off to one side.

She looked at me inquiringly. "Yes?"

"Allie?" I asked timidly.

"Yes?" She sounded irritated, obviously annoyed by the interruption.

"Allie Stevenson?" I felt tongue-tied. Now I was in the office I had no idea what to say.

"That's what it says on the door. Who are you -- and what do you want? 

"I'm -- er -- Jerry Jones."

"And?" she snapped.

I lost my nerve. "I'm sorry, I made a mistake," I said hastily, turning away and reaching for the door handle. 

As I began to close the door she called out. "Wait!"

"Yes?" I looked back nervously.

"Jerry Jones?" She was frowning now. "Who used to live in Grove Avenue?"

I stood holding the half open door, hopeful now. "Yes."

"You owe me an apology." 

I was stunned into silence. I couldn't imagine what she was talking about.

Suddenly, she smiled. "You used to pull my pigtails."

That smile changed the whole atmosphere. "Guilty as charged," I admitted with a laugh. "Can you ever forgive me?" 

Still smiling, Allie rose and walked around the desk to shake my hand. "I'll think about it."

We chatted briefly before I remembered my meeting. She insisted I return for coffee and a longer talk, which lasted so long we eventually went to the canteen for lunch together.

She told me about her brothers, James who joined the Army as a career officer, now a captain, and Paul who took a fine arts degree and worked in a London auctioneers. She was divorced with two children who were now sixteen and twelve.

I told her of my own very happy marriage, ended by cervical cancer and my two great daughters, Emma and Jane, now both happily married mothers. Our conversation had been so easy, so warm, by the time I left I was actually looking forward to my next visit. 

I didn't have to wait for my next visit; Allie rang me the following week. We enjoyed our conversation sufficiently to make it a weekly event. 

By the time I made my next visit to Head Office, we were getting along very well, well enough for me to summon up the courage to ask her to dinner. I was rewarded for my daring with a cheerful acceptance for the following Saturday. 

She told me the name of an Italian restaurant she liked, and I booked a room in a small hotel close by -- I wasn't about to try getting back late from London on a Saturday.

The meal was a great success, we talked again, reliving our childhood years, and she admitted, hesitantly, to a schoolgirl crush on me. To my regret, I could only remember trying to avoid her as much as possible.

I confess I had some difficulty listening to her. It had been a while since I'd had anything but innocent thoughts about a woman but Allie was looking very good. She had what I've heard described as a full figure, some might say plump. I can only call it sexy as hell. I'd never had much time for skinny women, Sally-Ann was no waif, and Allie was the most attractive woman I'd seen in a long time. The décolletage on her dress that evening showed enough bare skin and cleavage to entice my eyes from her very pretty face more often than was gentlemanly.

By the end of the meal, she looked quite flushed. "I think I've had more wine than I should have. I'll have to get a cab home."

I'd certainly had enough wine to make me courageous. "Don't go home." 

She looked at me for a moment before replying. "Alright then JJ. Where shall we go?"

"I have a hotel room nearby." I was feeling reckless now.

"Let's go before I change my mind. I feel like living dangerously tonight."

I had a flash of guilt. "Maybe this isn't a good idea. I don't want to take advantage of you because you've had too much to drink."

"Don't worry, JJ. I'm not too drunk to know what I'm doing."

"What about your children?"

"They're old enough to look after themselves for tonight."

I paid the bill quickly and we walked back to my hotel. Rock hard with anticipation, I had difficulty climbing the stairs. When the door clicked shut behind us, I turned her to face me, stroked the hair back from her face and, looking into a pair of soft blue eyes, kissed her gently on the lips.

She kissed me back and then as I licked at her lips, her mouth opened and her tongue sought mine in a passionate duel. She tasted delicious, like honey and mulled wine. Eventually I broke away; I wanted to taste the soft skin of her neck and shoulders. I gently nibbled and kissed her throat enjoying the soft purring noises she was making. My hands roamed across her body, a soft warm feminine body, a body that would comfort me, arouse in me feelings of lust that I had missed for so long.

I was torn, I didn't want to go too fast and scare her and yet I had an insatiable desire to feel that body against mine, her skin touching my skin. I needed to feel those fantastic full breasts in my hand, to taste them, to smell the intoxicating scent of her. I found the zip fastener at the back of the dress and slid it to her waist. My hands explored the exposed flesh greedily, pausing only to release the clips of her bra.

Her hands were equally busy, pushing my jacket from my shoulders, removing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. She stroked my chest and sighed loudly as I kissed along her jaw, back to her mouth. Our lips pressed together with such force I felt sure that they would feel bruised later.

I pulled her dress and bra from her shoulders and let both drop to the floor. She gave up trying to unbutton my shirt and actually ripped the last few buttons apart so that she could plaster her body against mine. There was nothing in the world that was going to stop me taking her now; I wanted her, I needed her. I dragged the shirt from my arms and threw it behind me. As I reached to undo my trousers, her hands were there first. I managed to kick off my shoes and socks before she pulled my trousers and pants down, stepping out of them I pushed her back to the bed. As she lay back, I took hold of her tights and pants pulling them off her.

Smelling the heady perfume of her arousal, I couldn't imagine how my cock could get any harder. I climbed onto the bed beside her, captivated by the vision of her lying naked; Reubens had never painted anything half as beautiful. I could so easily imagine myself in love with this woman. Her breasts lay like warm erotic pillows, I had to touch them, feel them; my fingers sought the erect nipples and teased them, rolling and pulling them, gently drawing soft moans from her.

My lips and teeth followed my fingers, sucking and nibbling. My tongue tasted the silky smooth skin, my hands felt the soft pliant flesh, moulding it. Her fingers were gripping my shoulders, I felt her nails digging in, her moans and cries becoming louder.

I moved down her body, across the smooth plateau of her stomach to her abdomen where I teased at her navel with my tongue, to be rewarded by a mewing noise that seemed to indicate her enjoyment. At last I reached the soft fur at the apex of her thighs, her seductive perfume filling my nostrils, pulling me in like a Siren. I worshipped her thighs, forcing myself to wait for the final delicious pleasure. The skin on the inside of her legs was even smoother and softer. I loved kissing and licking at it and Allie seemed to love it too.

At last she spoke, "Oh God, JJ please, don't tease any more."

My mouth captured her, my lips sucking at her labia, my tongue lapping at the hot salty slit. I licked the full length of her vulva, from her anus up to her clitoris, stopping just before the hard little button. I repeated the long strokes of my tongue, forcing soft cries from her. At last I pressed my tongue hard against the tight nub and she screamed into the pillow she'd pulled over her face.

I slid my body over hers, feeling my cock slip into the hot wet honey pot between her legs, my mouth recapturing hers. She didn't seem to object to tasting herself on my lips and tongue. I thrust into her with long slow strokes; her hands reached round desperately trying to pull me hard against herself.

"That feels so good," she murmured into my ear. "Fuck me darling."

Raising my head, I smiled. "Allie you're so beautiful, you feel so perfect. I couldn't ever have enough of you."

She smiled back. "I bet you say that to all your women."

When I told her she was the first in six years, her eyes opened wider in surprise. 

I began to move faster and her eyes closed. I could feel her muscles gripping my cock as it slid into her. "I can't hold on any longer," I warned.

"Come, come for me," she urged.

The hot seed spurted from me into her womb. I hadn't felt so alive in a very long time. Looking into her eyes and seeing a broad smile on her face, I rolled to one side and took her in my arms, enjoying the soft warmth of her. 

"That was incredible," I said. "You're incredible."

"Not yet lover -- but I will be." She grinned up at me. "Do you think you can be that incredible every time?"

"Oh, I can be better with practice." 

I was looking forward to finding out how incredible Alison could be. 

©2008 Tory del Ricoh E.T.M.A.S. 



Allie and the Beach



The best thing about her was that she was fun, just a lot of fun to hang out with. I liked her husband too, but Allie was something special. She was most fun, quirky, and weird person I've ever know. She could, and would, talk to anyone she chose, but she wasn't dippy nice. She was "cool" nice, the perfect mix between worldliness and innocence that's impossible to fake. She flirted a lot, with many different men, but she also was so clearly, and totally, devoted to her husband, that it was impossible to take it as anything but, well, fun. Fortunately for me, she liked weirdness in other people too, so she and I got along great, and I was often the target of her teasing. And, like everyone else, I never really took it as anything. She wasn't my type anyway: too short, attractive, but in a quirky way, not really beautiful or cute (I tend to prefer cute). She did seem to have a nice figure, but wore dumpy clothes so that you never really got to see it. But we were good friends, and I always liked spending time with her.

I had known Allie and Tom for a couple of years, but it had never occurred to me to talk to them about my nude beach going ways. They were too straightlaced, I thought, and I preferred to be anonymous. I remember now that I had heard them talking about the Hedonism resort, but at the time I thought nothing of it. At any rate, one a warm Sunday afternoon I went to the beach. This beach is on a river, and so it's long and narrow and overgrown with scrub trees and bushes. This is great, both because it's possible to find shade (and cooler sand!), and because it's possible to be fairly anonymous if you want to lay between some bushes. Most of the beach goers stay in the big sandy area near the trail, but as you move downstream, the undergrowth is heavier.

I wasn't feeling too sociable, so I headed downstream, hoping simply to sun in the sand and get some reading done. I found a good spot, spread out my towel in the sand, and quickly peeled all my clothes off to enjoy the sun and the warm breeze over my *entire* body. As I was beginning to settle down, I heard voices from the other side of that clump of scrub, so I took a quick peek to see who my neighbors were. Nudists always say that nudism isn't about sex, and while I never deviate from the party line, I do like to note where the attractive women are.

What I saw took my breath away. There she stood, Allie herself, chatting cheerfully with her husband who lay already naked on a big blanket. Allie was wearing a black lacey bra and ratty cutoff jeans, but as I watched, she peeled off her jeans to reveal black thong panties. Tom said something to her, and she giggled and kicked sand on him. Then playfully pulled off her panties, threw them on Tom, and did the same thing with her bra. I realized that I had totally underestimated her body. I knew she had big breasts, but now I saw that they were huge, not Jenna Jameson fake, but round and natural, and they swayed pendulously as she moved. Her hips curved beautifully, making her look womanly and sexy, and she had by far the best ass I had ever seen, again perfectly round and firm.

I noticed that I had been unconsciously stroking my fully erect cock as I watched her stretch, completely naked, in the sun. I also noticed that her husband had the same reaction to her mini strip-tease. He was standing at full attention, which he contrived to point out to Allie. She recoiled in mock horror, but then I saw her bend over and give his cock a kiss. I nearly came right then and there: not only did I get a full view of that beautiful ass, but as her cheeks spread I could also see her pussy lips, which were red and swollen and wet. After kissing him, she made to run into the water, but he jumped up, erect cock and all (I had underestimated him too!), and quickly caught her from behind. She squealed happily, but said, "No! Somebody will see us!" Then she wriggled out of his grasp and fled back towards the blanket.

They *were* in plain sight, not from the main beach, but to anyone who happened to walk by. So was I, for that matter, but I kept stroking my throbbing dick. Allie apparently didn't care either, because when she got to the blanket she stretched out on her back, spread her legs wide, and began fingering her wet pussy. "Oh Tom," she said playfully, "can you come help me with this?" Tom stood there for a second, a little wary I think. "Why don't you come jump me," Allie said, and spread her legs even wider. Tom's cock was standing straight out from his body as he took a running jump. . .and missed. At the last second, she rolled out of the way, so that with a grunt he landed flat on his face. Allie laughed, and immediately jumped on his back and spanked him hard on the ass. "You're a very bad boy!" Tom grunted again but didn't move, so Allie smacked him once more, and then leaned forward and began rubbing her breasts all over his back, almost like she was giving him a massage. She also began whispering in her ear. Tom tried to turn over, but she held his head down, and slapped his butt. Then Allie spread her legs and began rubbing her whole body along his, so her wide open cunt ran along his lower torso, leaving wet streaks that glistened in the sun.

Finally Tom had had enough, and with a violent jerk twisted onto his back, throwing Allie off. Instantly, she jumped back on top of him, using one hand to pin down his chest, and the other to guide his cock into her pussy. Then she began to move up and down on him, one hand still on his chest. I had a perfect view of her breasts as they swayed in concert with her thrusts. Tom lasted about 1 minute, not that I could blame him since I came about 2 seconds later. Allie seemed to come herself, arching her back and contorting her face in a spasm of pleasure. She slipped off him, and curled contentedly under his arm--just in time too, because a group of older nudists walked by on their way down the beach.

I sank down on my towel to reflect on what I just seen. This weird, wonderful woman had turned out to be a sex goddess! And I knew two other things for certain: (1) She would never betray her husband, and (2) I had to be naked with her. Even if we never had sex, just spending an afternoon, or more, on the beach with her would be thrill enough. The only question was how to make it happen.

Part Two: My Turn

I first decided that I would not do anything that day. I hated to interrupt their post-coital bliss, and to be honest, what I really wanted was to do this without Tom. As I've said, I like Tom, but seeing Tom naked didn't have quite the same effect on me as seeing his wife! My plan had to be fairly subtle. Despite what I had seen, I still thought of her as fairly prudish, and I suspected that if I said, "why don't we go to a nude beach together," she would react badly. I had to find a way of getting her to suggest the trip, in such a way that excluded Tom. The latter I thought would easy, since Tom works a lot and Allie does a lot of things without him. But the first task seemed much more complicated.

My big break came when the Travel Channel aired a special on the best nude beaches. Everybody knew I watched the Travel Channel a lot, so it was perfectly normal for me to bring something like this up. A group of us, including Tom and Allie, were sitting outside at a coffee shop, and I casually mentioned the show. One of the girls said, "Oh, how creepy."

"I don't know," I replied, "it wasn't what I expected. The people they interviewed insisted that it's not about sex."

"How could it not be about sex," she retorted, "they're NAKED!"

"Oh maybe so," I said, "but they made a good case that it was more about being free, body acceptance, yada yada yada."

The girl rolled her eyes and the conversation drifted on to other things. Neither Tom nor Allie had said anything, but Allie did punch me in the arm, in that way she does.

About a week later, Allie arrived early for our weekly X-Files party. We sat in the kitchen and chatted while we waited for Tom and the others to show up. This time, she brought it up. "So Goodwin," she said, "see anymore shows about nude beaches recently?"

I grinned, "Nope, although watching that one did give me a hankering to head to the beach--any beach."

At this, she leaned in a little and looked at me with an amused glint in her eyes. "You know Goodwin," she said, "Tom and I occasionally frequent a nude beach."

"Are you serious??" I was shocked. "Really? I don't know what to say! Somehow, that doesn't seem like you."

"How so?"

"Well, you both just seem a little more straightlaced than that. I don't know."

"Oh Goodwin, you're so sweet." She grinned earnestly. "It's actually much like what your show said. I mean, we can have sex anywhere. The beach is more for feeling free, getting sun, the whole bit. You've never truly swam until you've swam naked."

"I guess you've always had a little flower child in you," I said.

She laughed, but before she could respond, the others began arriving, and we didn't talk about it for the rest of the evening. She did, however, punch me in the arm on the way out the door. The next day I received an e-mail from her that contained a bunch of links to official nudism web sites, and the line, "See, it's not about the sex!" I knew right then that I had her, but I strung it out for a while, e-mailing her back with some questions. This, in turn, prompted an exchange of e-mails in which I asked a bunch of naive questions and discussed my hesitations about getting nude in front of other people. She decided I had body issues, and encouraged me to be more comfortable with myself. She was actually a pretty good salesperson, and she always maintained that nudism was NOT about sex. I came to see that this wasn't as disingenuous as it sounded, that whether or not she and Tom did have sex on the beach, the beach for her was primarily about body freedom.

Finally, about three weeks after I first saw them on the beach, she called and said that she and Tom were going to the beach that weekend, and would I like to come? "Well, what the hell," I said, "I'm a little nervous about it, but I'll do it."

"Yippee!" she said delightedly. "We'll pick you up pretty early."

"Oh wait, hang on," I said, "I have to finish an article this weekend. What was I thinking?"

"Oh no!" Allie sounded disappointed. It was a bald-faced lie, but I knew she was kind of mystified by my academic career, and she accepted almost anything I said about it without question.

I sounded disappointed too. "I'm really sorry," I said, "I was just getting myself psyched up to go. Is there another time?"

"Well," she said, "this is the last weekend Tom can go for a while, and week days are totally out for him."

"I really am sorry," I repeated, "you had pretty much convinced me I needed to do this. Maybe when Tom's schedule gets less hectic."

She paused for a minute, and then said, "Tell you what, you get your article thingy done, and you and I will go next week. Might be best to go when it's less crowded anyway."

"Are you sure this is ok with Tom?"

She laughed merrily, "Don't be silly! Tom thinks you need to go too. Come pick me up Thursday morning."

So it was set. Thursday morning came, and I was there bright and early, eager with anticipation, but trying to play it cool. I was wearing swim trunks and a T-shirt, and when I pulled up Allie came out in those same ratty cutoffs and a button down shirt tied up to bare her midriff. I didn't think she was wearing a bra, but didn't want to look too closely as my swim trunks offered little protection against a sudden erection. The drive to the beach was fun, but seemed to take forever, and by the time we finally parked and got on the beach itself, I was pretty worked up. We found a good spot on the sand, and took our time spreading out the blanket and arranging our stuff. At last, it was time to strip down. For the first time in my memory, Allie seemed nervous, or not quite in charge of the situation, and we looked at each other awkwardly. I was so excited that I was shivering, and I didn't trust myself to say anything.

After standing there for a moment, Allie grinned wryly and punched me in the arm. "Well Goodwin," she said, "this is it." She leaned forward mischievously and looked me in the eye. "You know what else? I've never done this with anyone but Tom before. You're my first *real* friend to join me on the beach!"

With that, she untied her shirt, which fell open and to the ground, revealing her firm, heavy breasts. Then in a single motion, she pulled her shorts down and kicked them away. To my delight, she wore neither a bra nor panties, so this left her entirely nude. "Tah dah!" she said, "now it's your turn."

I couldn't respond at first. If anything, her body was even more spectacular up close. A summer on the beach had left her tan and lithe, her brown breasts resolved into darker areolas and nipples that swiftly hardened in the summer breeze. Her public hair was trimmed in a neat bikini line, in perfect proportion to the curve of her hips and flatness of her stomach. I was transfixed, and it was only with some effort that I kept myself from staring, especially at those magnificent breasts.

Fortunately, she took the look on my face as nervousness, and she became sympathetic. "I know," she said, "it's hard to do the first time. I promise you, though, once you do it, you'll never go back."

Here I had something of a dilemma. In all my nudist experience, I never had any hesitation about getting naked. The first time I wandered onto a nude beach, I was out of my clothes within minutes, and it's been that way ever since. However, with Allie I had been playing the "nervous nudist" routine, and I had be careful not to appear too eager. At the same time, I wanted to be naked with her, and to delay too long would eliminate some of the fun. I hesitated for a long moment, while I decided what to do.

"Shall I turn away?" she asked coyly. Allie was moving from sympathy to amusement, but almost resisted the urge to start teasing.

"No," I said, "I can do it."

After another hesitation, I pulled down my shorts, and there we stood, face to face, naked as the days we were born. Allie jumped excitedly over to give me a hug. I could feel myself starting to become erect as I felt her breasts press against my chess, but if she noticed, she gave no indication.

"You did it!" she said happily, "how does it feel?"

"Weird," I replied weakly, "but so far so good. I'm glad you're here to guide me through it."

"Me too," she said emphatically, teasing now. "Come on, let's hit the water."

And so began our day. After her initial hesitation, Allie acted perfectly normal--as normal as she gets anyway--for the rest of the day, and we pretty much did as we would have done on any beach. Except of course, we were naked, and that little fact gave everything we did a subtle but unmistakable edge. I was in a state of near permanent arousal. Not that I was constantly erect, but I was tuned into the erotic dimension of almost everything I encountered, especially Allie.

For example, I was so focused on her that I didn't really notice that she couldn't swim. She seemed to enjoy the water, and she certainly splashed enough for ten swimmers. However, when I came back to the towel from swimming off an erection, she asked me how I learned to swim so well. I explained about being on the swim team and life guarding while in college.

"I can't swim at all," she said.

"Really? I honestly hadn't noticed. I must have been distracted by all the splashing."

"Of course I can't swim," she said, annoyed at my obtuseness, "I've never had anyone to teach me!"

"As if I had anyway of knowing that! Besides, anybody could teach you the basics. It's not very hard."

"Really?" She clapped her hands in delight. "Let's go!"

"Wait," I called. But it was too late, so I followed her heart-shaped ass into the water and proceeded with the swim lesson. I had taught swimming before, but it had never occurred to me how utterly erotic our nudity would make the experience. For one thing, learning how to swim is very tactile, especially in moving water such as a river, and almost immediately, I had my hands on her. We started by having her practice putting her face underwater and lifting it out to breathe. I supported Allie on my arms while she practiced breathing, which entailed putting her face in the water and then lifting it to the side to take in air. We were in waist deep water, so the current was strong enough that her body was in constant contact with mine, especially her hips and butt, which kept bumping up against my groin area. After a few minutes of this, I had such an erection that I was in danger of poking her with it. I actually thought I felt the wispy coarseness of her public hair with the tip of my cock as she drifted in the current, and I decided we had better move to deeper water, or I was going to come right then and there. She seemed to have mastered breathing, so after moving we switched to kicking, again with me supporting her while she practiced. The stronger current, along with her kicking against it, forced me to hold on tighter. Whenever she stopped kicking, the current would take her downstream, and I had to grab her around the chest, and breasts, to keep her from floating away. At one point I inadvertently cupped one breast, and could feel its hardened nipple poke me in the palm. I finally discovered that if I put one arm under her breasts and one under her hips, I could hold her fairly steady--a position that was a pleasurable as it was effective. It also gave me opportunity to examine her butt up close, and it was indeed perfect, tanned and round and firm.

If this sounds like I was focusing on other things besides teaching, so be it, but she did learn something, and within an hour she could do a basic crawl stroke. After that hour of running my hands all over her body, while standing naked and in the water beside her, my hormones were surging. I don't know if she felt the same, but she didn't complain when I pressed her hips against mine, and it was she who suggested we try out some lifesaving techniques. I demonstrated a basic sidestroke and then showed how it works in a lifesaving situation. This necessitated us moving out to deeper water, me throwing my arm over her chest, and then swimming with her rear end riding against my crotch. I could feel my erection growing again, so I stood up and suggested she try to pull me in. She did try, and I got the full body contact from her, with her breasts pressed hard against my back. She managed to pull me off my feet, which floated up and allowed my erection to break the surface of water in all its glory. I don't think she noticed, however, because she was actually losing ground to the current and we were moving farther out to deeper water. We weren't in any danger, but would be soon, so we stopped. The water was up to my chin, over her head, and the current was a little stronger. I assumed the lifesaving position and began to take us close to shore, with Allie kicking right along with me.

My erection had subsided somewhat by then, but as we swam, my hypersensitive cock nestled itself in the small hollow where the two sides of her round ass came together. I was so aroused that the motion of my swim stroke, combined with the sensation of the moving water, was more than I could stand. And so, as I swam, with one hand cupped around her breast and my crotch pressed against her ass, I had one of the more intense orgasms of my life. I kept swimming, but with each stroke I felt waves of release and pleasure flow through me.

I honestly have no idea if she noticed or not. I mean, how could she not? But she was busy practicing her kicking, and she has the capacity to focus on one thing and completely shut out the world around her, and with all the movement and water and splashing. . . who knows? She certainly gave no indication that she noticed. And later, near the end of the day, we were lying side by side on a blanket, and she asked me, "So, do you still think nudism is about sex?"




Allie and the Beach



In another kind of story, I would, at this point, have declared my lust for her, and taken her off to a secluded spot and ravaged her. But not today. Thanks to the swim lesson, the raging arousal of earlier had subsided to a pleasant hum, and I still thought any such declarations would be pointless. But most of all, I had a powerful sense that if we did anything overt, the character of our relationship would change in intense and unpleasant ways. The true thrill lay in the watching, and being watched, and I wanted to experience that thrill many more times.

So I simply said, "Nope, it's all about body acceptance."

With that I lay back, closed my eyes, and didn't even look up when she punched me in the arm and said, "Way to go Goodwin!"



Allie and the Callgirl



Hi, my name is Alison or Allie as I usually like to be called. I'd like to share with you a naughty encounter which happened to me a few years back. I'm 25 and have been happily married for just a little bit over five years. I met my husband Steve during my last year at university when I was studying art. I'd been content to be the dutiful housewife and work on my paintings.

Steve had landed himself a very prestigious job quite soon after we married. I sold the occasional piece which made me happy and kept me busy. Steve was more than happy to be the breadwinner and let me do my own thing.

Five years into our marriage Steve got the big promotion he had always wanted. This meant a change in job role for him and his company started sending him on frequent business trips, which would often last for a week or two at the most. This was left me with far too much free time on my hands. Boredom led me to taking aerobics classes, working out, joining our neighborhood book club.

The last act of desperation was when I joined the neighborhood watch group. It was a watch group in name only. Most of the neighbors on my street were quite a bit older than Steve and myself. The group was more interested in gossip and scandal than anything else. Our little area was fairly boring until Kayla and Taylor moved onto the street. Both of them were in their early twenties. Almost instantly they were the subject of gossip. This was not without reason however the two girls seemed to have constant amount of guys coming and going.

As the youngest member of the watch and someone close to their age I was sent to investigate. I said yes purely out of excitement. The girls kept to themselves and weren't harming anyone. I went round one afternoon and was greeted by a bubbly little blonde in a dressing gown.

"Hi, I'm Allie. I thought I'd come round and introduce myself. Welcome you to the street." I told her.

"I'm Taylor. Would you like to come in for a coffee?" She asked me.

We headed into her kitchen and while she was making us a drink a guy in his late twenties came down the stairs with a huge grin on his face.

"Boyfriend just leaving?" I asked coyly.

Taylor giggled. We were joined by her friend Kayla a few minutes later. The three of us got to know each other over a drink. At first they were cautious about telling me the truth. Eventually they admitted it the two of them were both at university but working as call girls on the side to make a little extra money. Far from being shocked I was really excited by what they were telling me.

They explained how they worked. They would only have one John around at a time but they both needed to be here in case something happened. They would never work solo. They charged different amounts depending upon what the guy wanted. Coffee quickly turned into a few bottles of wine and the three of us were soon talking very frankly about their work.

I quickly became good friends with the two girls. I would often go over there for a chat and a bottle of wine. Truthfully I was turned on by what the girls did. I'd always had a far higher sex drive than Steve and occasionally got frustrated easily. Steve being away for long periods of time didn't help matters either.

Then a few months later Taylor phoned me asking for a favour.

"Hi, Allie. I need a really big favour." She told me.

"How can I help?" I asked.

"Kayla's had to go out and I've got a John coming over. Could you come over here while he's here?" She asked.

I'd been there several times when both girls had customers so this wouldn't be anything new to me really.

"Sure. I'll come right over."

I headed over to their place and let myself in. Taylor was in the lounge with her customer. I suppose better introductions are in order. I'm around 5'4, brown eyes, shoulder length red hair, I have a fairly fair complexion. My boobs are around a C cup. I've got a tight little bottom which always used to drive guys wild. I've always kept myself in shape.

Taylor is a little over five foot. Her hair is almost down to her bum. She looks very cute and youthful. She has very wide sprite like blue eyes. Despite her frame Taylor has quite a large bust being about a D cup. 

Her customer was around 6'5. Very muscular, with jet black hair and rugged handsome features. I had to wonder why he would pay for sex when he was pretty hot. 

Taylor had on a silk kimono. "Hey, Allie. We'll be about an hour." 

The two of them disappeared off to Taylor's bedroom. I settled into the lounge, making myself a coffee and finding a book to read. The sounds coming from Taylor's room were eventually a little too distracting. As always I found myself getting excited. I put down the book and just listened. Around fifty minutes later Taylor came back downstairs.

As soon as she entered the room I noticed her lips were glistening slightly. She was wearing her kimono and had an apprehensive look on her face.

"He done?" I asked.

"Actually he's asked if you're available?" Taylor asked.

I couldn't help but stare at her lips. Taylor realised I was staring.

"Fuck, have I still got cum on my lips?" She exclaimed.

We both laughed. "Available?" I commented.

"He said 500 if he could have us both." She told me.

I still don't know what I was thinking. It had been weeks since I had been laid. Taylor's John had been pretty hot. "Yes, definitely."

Taylor was surprised at my response she was expecting me to say no.

"Really. Ok. You don't have to do anything you don't want to and you can back out at any time. I told him you're just my spotter."

We both headed upstairs to Taylor's bedroom. Her John was laying naked on her bed cradling his half hard cock. Even at half-mast I could tell this guy was a lot bigger than Steve. I was almost drooling at the luscious sight of this guy's naked body.

"I'm glad you could join us Allie." The John told him.

Taylor let her kimono fall to the floor. She giggled "You're a little over-dressed Allie."

I still couldn't believe I was going through with this. I paused for a moment as nerves got the better of me. I slowly took my top and skirt off. Stood there in just my bra and knickers. I quickly finished stripping, standing there completely naked in front of them. The John liked what he saw as he continued jerking his cock.

This was the first time I'd ever seen Taylor naked. I gazed at the sight of her beautiful naked form. Her lovely big breasts. Like myself she kept herself shaved bare. She hugged me our breasts pressing against each other. 

"He wants to see us together." She told me.

It took a moment to realise what she meant. During my uni years I had fooled around with girls a little. I wouldn't call myself bisexual but another woman's touch had been a lot of fun. Taylor kissed me on the lips. I was startled at first but soon welcomed her advances. Our tongues played with each other as we started to caress each other's bodies. Taylor was getting me very wet.

"Can I join in the fun?" The John asked.

I was caught up in the moment and didn't hear him. I was kissing Taylor passionately. Our tongues dancing across each other, moaning into each other's mouths. She broke off our kiss and sat down on the edge of the bed. She patted the bed indicating for me to sit next to her. We both got on either side of her client. Taylor took her cock in his hand and started to jerk him. I reached out and started touching the guy's balls. The John moaned at having two girls working on him.

Taylor offered his cock to me and I wrapped my hand around it. I began massaging his length and Taylor started to lick at the head. As I wanked him, Taylor started sucking on the head of his cock. A part of me was still in disbelief as touched another man's penis. Taylor released the head from her mouth and I knew it was my turn. I took the head into my mouth. I sucked him hard, wrapping my tongue around the head. He moaned in appreciation. I felt hands starting to explore my arse. I took him deeper into my mouth.

As I continued to blow him, Taylor got up and sat on his face. The sight of her being eaten out while I sucked this guy's cock was very hot. I started to work the guy's cock in and out of my mouth. I watched this guy's tongue darting into Taylor's hungry little pussy. I licked up and down his shaft as I fondled his balls with my hands.

He was sucking hard on Taylor's clit while he started to finger me. He sucked on it hard, pumping his fingers in and out of her. Taylor began to squirm and moan really loudly. I knew she was starting to cum on his tongue. 

"I want to fuck your friend." He told her.

I realised it was now or never this was my last moment when I could back out. I was dripping and after having this guy's big cock in my mouth and I really wanted to feel him inside me.

I sat up and trying to sound as horny as possible. "Then come fuck me stud." I replied.

I lay on my back with my arse hanging over the edge of the bed slightly. The John got up and moved so he was behind me. He started to slap his cock against my pussy. He pushed it into me. I was eager to be fucked and he slipped into me easily. I loved how big he was and how tight I felt around him. I was ashamed to admit it but he was a lot bigger than Steve. He started to pound me with deep forceful strokes. It felt so good having him slam that thick cock in and out of my little pussy.

"Why don't you eat Taylor's pussy while I fuck you?" He suggested.

I so wanted to go down on Taylor. She squatted over me and I started to lap at her pussy. She tasted really sweet and I could taste her cum. She leaned forward and started to rub my clit as I licked at her's. The John increased his pace, pounding me really hard. I'd not been fucked like this for years. Steve despite how much I loved him was more of a gracious lover. I'd longed to be fucked like this for too long.

I cried out in pleasure as my lover drove me to a powerful orgasm. He kept on pounding me as my pussy quivered on his cock, my whole body shaking as I came. Taylor got off me and lay down beside me. The John wasted on time in entering her pussy again. I loved this guy's stamina as he never dropped the pace as he switched between the two of us. I loved watching the cute faces Taylor made as he pounded her tight pussy.

We started kissing again as he fucked her. I could taste my pussy on her lips. I started to rub and squeeze Taylor's breasts as she fucked. We kept on kissing and I stroked Taylor's clit as the John pounded her relentlessly. Watching this tiny little blonde take on such a huge cock was such a turn on. The John pulled out of her.

"Come suck me." He told me.

I took his cock fully into my mouth. Deepthroating him as much as I could. I could taste a combination of both mine and Taylor's juices on his cock.

"I want to fuck you some more. From behind." He told me.

I certainly wasn't going to turn down an offer to feel this lovely cock inside me again. I got on all fours eagerly awaiting him to fuck me again. He grabbed my hips and slammed it into me. He was so fucking deep in my pussy. He pounded me hard. Quick, savage strokes. He started to play with my arse as he fucked me.

"I want to fuck that hot little arse of yours." He told me.

I'd tried anal sex at uni. I actually really liked it. It wasn't something that turned Steve on so I'd not felt a guy back there in years. I looked over my shoulder at him "Put that big fucking cock in my arse." I replied.

Taylor grabbed some lube and started rubbing it into my bum. She took her time, oiling up my bottom. Teasing my anus with her fingers. I felt the John press the head of his cock against my bum. He pushed but it was still a little tight. I took a deep breath trying to relax myself and he pushed a little harder. This time my he penetrated me. I let out a mixed cry of pain and pleasure as my arse was filled with his cock.

He took it a lot slower when he was fucking my bum. Slow, long strokes. I moaned each time he was deep in me. Taylor started to finger me while I got fucked. He built up a slow steady rhythm, holding me tight and filling my arse with his fat cock. I loved how I could feel every inch of him pulsing deep inside me. I'd not been fucked this good in a long time.

I loved his stamina. He fucked my arse for a full ten minutes. Taylor brought me over the edge to a screaming orgasm. The feeling of my cumming on his cock was too much for him to bare. He made the two of us lay down next to each other. He jerked his cock, blowing his load over our faces. I stuck my tongue out wanting to catch his seed in my mouth. He covered our faces in cum. He just sat there and watched as the two of us licked his cum off each other's faces.

His extra hour over the John quickly dressed. He handed Taylor the extra money and left. The two of us just lay there holding each other for ten minutes. Eventually we got out of bed and I went to take a shower. Taylor split half the money with me. I felt a little guilty afterward as I'd just cheated on my husband of five years. Unfortunately for Steve this was only the beginning of my adventures with Taylor & Kayla.



Allie at the Met



I'm in New York on business. I arrive on Sunday; have a meeting scheduled for Monday. I've been itching to see the Turner exhibit at the Met. I heard that it's been there since July and will soon be gone. Back to the Tate I presume. I decide to walk there from my hotel, which is on 91st, near 1st. It'll be a nice walk to the Met at 82nd and 5th Avenue...it's a lovely September day...spectacular, in fact. Bright sun, not a cloud in the sky. I'm in no hurry of course, so I stroll more than walk, taking more than a few turns along the way to pick up parts of Lexington and Park Aves. 

The usual crowd awaits me at the entrance to the Met. I endure the line, which is not that long, really, and get inside without too much hassle. I'm partial to modern art so I begin with that, wanting to save Turner for last. I'm standing in front of a Pollack, when something soft bumps into me from behind. I hear an "Excuse me!" as I turn to see a lovely lady (you) who was apparently backing up to get a better view of a larger painting on the opposite wall. Oh, that's quite all right, I reply. Not at all minding coming into contact with such a well-formed derriere. I unconsciously scan the rest of your anatomy in a split second...a reflex all of us males are prone to. I'm taken aback for a second by your obvious voluptuousness, but you fill the void with your enchanting smile. I'm really sorry, you say. Please, I'm okay, no harm done, I lamely reply. What I'd really like to say is, Do it again, please! But decorum dictates otherwise. :) 

You've dropped your museum brochure in the "collision", so I pick it up and hand it to you. I immediately notice the delicacy of your hand as you reach for it. Slender, feminine, graceful. And your hair flowing off your shoulders has me in a whirl! I'm hoping I'm not too obvious. You thank me for retrieving your brochure, then you ask, Do you know where the Turner exhibit is, by any chance? I'm supposed to meet my friends there and I'm not sure where it is. 

Now my heart is pounding. You must see it in my eyes, because you seem to be teasing me when you say, I'd love to have someone show me the way. Of course I cease on that with, I'd be glad to do that; in fact, I was headed there next. Great!, you exclaim, I'd really appreciate that. I'm Allie, by the way, extending your soft hand. I take it briefly, I'm Jack, nice to meet you. It all seems to have happened so fast! I'm alone one minute, and the next I have a gorgeous sort-of-companion. At least that's the way I'm thinking about it as we make our way toward the Turners. 

Your heels are clopping on the marble floor in a very appealing way. And I can't help but take my furtive peeks at your jiggling rump as you bump along. Oh god, what am I getting myself into? My mind is racing. What am I going to say when we get there. I can't just let you go. Leave you off with your friends...and never see you again. I'd love to spend the rest of the day with you, get to know you, start something up with you. But how is it going to happen if you go off with your friends?

I'm relieved when we get to the Turner exhibit and your friends are nowhere in sight. I offer to view the exhibit with you until they show up. With a radiant smile, you readily agree. Out of curiosity, I ask how many friends we are looking for. You quickly respond with, Oh sorry, yes, there are two of them. The three of us planned this little outing weeks ago. We work together and every now and then, we take a "girl's day out", so to speak. It's a break from our husbands, and a chance to have some girl fun, you wink. 

I do my best to conceal my elation at the thought. Are you game? Or am I reading too much into innocent openness? How should I take your wink? I am getting some very nice eye contact too! Hmmm. Think! Don't blow this, Jack, this woman is extraordinary! You ask what brings me here, so I explain my business plans in the city and my desire to see the Turner paintings while I'm here. That seems to be a satisfactory answer for now. 

We first encounter "The Shipwreck", a famous Turner masterpiece. I remark about its power and the dark palette he uses, hoping you don't see through my lack of any real depth of knowledge. You either don't detect it or you pretend not to. Either way, I'm grateful. I notice that you're standing closer to me as we move along to each painting. I'm taking in your pleasant fragrances, and enjoying your little looks up at me as we move. I sense that you might be experiencing some of the same attraction that I am. 

After viewing a number of paintings, and getting more and more comfortable with you, I suggest that if your friends don't show, we should go get a bite to eat. You seem enthused at the idea! Now I'm REALLY hoping your friends don't show!

Time passes quickly. We are enjoying the paintings as well as one another's company. Before we know it we are through the entire exhibit. Still no friends. You surprise me with, It's 2:30, I'm really getting hungry, where can we eat? I mention the restaurant in the museum, but suggest we go to a little place I know on 85th St., a not so long walk away. You seem delighted with the prospect. That's perfect, you say, I'm parked on 85th. Again with a warm smile. 

A quick jaunt up 5th to 85th, then past your car for a few more blocks and we find ourselves at Rughetta Ristorante. It's a cozy little place. We get a table in the back, in an alcove, more like a booth really. For being such a bright day, it's kind of dark, but there's a candle jar on the table, so I can see you well enough. We are first seated on either side of the table; the waiter comes; we order. My eyes are drawn to the undone button on your blouse. I'm feeling a very nice connection and believe you are too. Looking into my eyes, you reach to put your hand on mine; I put my other hand over yours. A sense of calm comes over me. A peace. I invite you to come around to sit next to me. As you rise I get a glimpse of your sumptuous cleavage as your blouse opens slightly, giving me a twinge in my loins. You sidle up to me; I'm finding the smell of your hair and your perfume to be intoxicating. Your hand is on my thigh beneath the table. Our drinks come. We talk. You tell be about your work, I tell you about mine. Your every gesture is arousing me. The way you talk, the way you hold your glass, speaks nothing but sex to me! I'm beginning to swell and with your hand near my crotch you're noticing right away. I want to kiss you, but I restrain myself for the moment. Only to have you turn toward me to offer your mouth to mine. We kiss softly, our lips first touching very lightly, then more fully as we both well up.

I suggest we finish our lunch and walk to my hotel, the Marriott, on 91st St. You give me a very lascivious look, I can tell the idea excites you greatly...as it does me! Yesss, you whisper.

Our lunch is light and delicious. We don't hurry but we both are now a little anxious to get to the hotel. I pay the check and off we go.

We walk arm-in-arm now...which is a thrill for me. I'm enjoying your soft breast against my arm and the thought of your jiggling ass behind you. What a sight you must be to others on the street! So voluptuous and sooo gorgeous! I'm feeling very lucky to be with you. 

We are soon to the hotel and up to my room. We embrace while standing just inside the door, pressing hard against each other while our tongues meet...the tips flicking their hello. A brief thrust, a parry, then they plunge deeply, writhing together! It's our first unrestrained kiss...oh, the taste of you! I waste no time in putting my hand on a very ample breast, and then inside your blouse. I put my fingers inside the cup of your bra to gently graze your nipple with the back of my fingers. I feel it harden to my touch. Your hand is on my crotch, even below it, as my cock has already grown thicker and longer, now beginning to strain at my trousers. 

I invite you to sit on the edge of the bed. We make out like teenagers. Our tongues can't get enough of each other. I move my hand up your skirt, feeling your smooth thighs as I go, while you are getting a handful of my stiffening cock. I unbutton your blouse and remove it. Oh those tits, they look fantastic in that bra, but the bra must come off. I stand up and undo my belt and unzip my pants, pushing them down until I spring free. You give a little gasp, and instinctively reach for it. But I grab your hands and tell you that you'll have to wait. This seems to turn you on even more, so I tell you to stand up and put your hands behind your back. You comply, and I proceed to tie your hands with rope, while your lovely breasts bobble gently. 

I undo your skirt and drop it to the floor, then your panties...which exposes your beautifully trimmed little box. You are now standing there before me, nude, but still in your heels. While I have my pants off, exposing my full erection...which you can't seem to take your eyes off! You naughty girl! Am I going to have to spank you? I quickly shed my shirt and shoes, and push you down onto the bed. I can see that you want nothing more than to do whatever I tell you to do! 

I tell you to lay on your stomach on the bed. Your hands are tied behind you so it's a little awkward getting in position, but you manage. I begin by taking your high heel-incased foot into my hand and I massage your calves very lightly. While still holding your foot, I put my mouth at the back of your knee and kiss and lick there, flexing your leg slightly to make an indent. Mmmmm. I remove one shoe and put the sole of your foot against my cock and balls. You can feel it throbbing and my balls dangling. You think of all that cum stirring in there, building up pressure! You moan a moan of longing, you want my cock so bad. I spread your legs slightly so I can see your trimmed cunt with its smooth lips. So inviting. I begin to caress your legs with my tongue as I work my way up to your smooth white thighs. The view of your bountiful booty from this vantage point is heavenly. Those full cheeks and well rounded hips are a sight to behold. I slap your ass lightly to see the flesh jiggle. Then a little harder to let you know I mean business. Not painful, but it catches you off guard, surprises you. I put my mouth on one of your cheeks, briefly sucking some flesh into my open mouth. You feel my teeth, but I'm not biting. You revel in the sensation of having your ass worshipped like this. The taste of your flesh in my mouth is going straight to my brain. Oh that's good! I lick all around one cheek and then spread your cheeks slightly to get my mouth on the inside of one, sucking a healthy mouthful of flesh again. Then to the other side. I'm nearly in heaven. I flip you over with one deft move, so that you're on your back in an awkward position laying on your still tied hands. You feel constrained as your legs flail in the air. You look so hot like that! I lift you up by the ankles and place the back of your heels on my shoulders. Your shapely legs against my torso, and my swollen cock between your legs just touching your well-coifed pussy, so wet and slick. You heave up trying to get more contact with my cock, but I reprimand you for taking the liberty. There will be none of that until I say so!

After just grazing your steaming pussy with my cock, I make you beg for it. You plead. You're shaking now. You say you'll do anything I ask, if I'll fuck you with it just once! I throw your legs off my shoulders and spin you around on your back so your head is hanging off the bed. My cock and balls hover over your face as I reach down to tease your clit with my finger. I want to get my tongue on it too. Your mouth is just inches from my cock. Oh, how you want to get your tongue on it! I bend down to trail the tip of my tongue over your clit, then lick it, trill it, suck it into my mouth. You are going crazy now! You plead for me to let you suck my cock, but I decline. I pick you up and turn you over on your stomach and tell you to get up on your knees. You are going to suck me while you're on your knees, with your hands tied behind your back. I grab your hair and force your head against my pelvis, my stiff dong against your neck and over your shoulder. I tell you I want deep throat. I grab you by the hair again to guide your mouth to the head. Your wet tongue and lips go right to work. Ooh, that is so good! Then I force my way deeper into your mouth! You're gagging! The saliva is dripping, as I fuck your mouth! You can barely breath, but you suck and squeal as you're finally getting the mouthful you've been craving.

I could cum like this, but I want to save it for a wild ride behind your fabulous hips. I tell you to stop! I push you back on the bed, and tell you to turn around. You don't quite understand for a second, so with you still on your knees, I grab you and turn you around and force your head and shoulders down and your glorious ass up. By design you're not quite stable with your hands tied behind you. I get up on the bed to stand over you. I straddle you and squat slightly so that my huge cock and balls come in contact with your tied hands. They're constrained, but not so much that you can't feel my cock's pulsing heat. You fondle it as best you can, moaning for me to give it to you. I grab a handful of your hair and pull your head back. I bend down and put as much of my tongue in your mouth as I can from that position. You hungrily give me your tongue in return. Your cunt is literally dripping wet, aching to envelope my cock. You plead again, will I please fuck you...will I please give you release!

I reposition behind you, bend down for one last lick of your lovely ass, then put the head of my cock between your wet cunt lips. You shudder. You beg me to shove it in, to enter you at last. I apply some pressure and the head slips in, then a portion of the shaft. You are sooo tight! You want it all, you say. I pull back just to torture you a little more. You're about to scream. Please give it to me, please, I can't take this anymore...please...please! I slip in slowly. All the way in. You feel like you're going to split in two!!! Ooooooo!

I start to pump in and out. Long deep strokes. You're trying to grind against me, but with your hands tied behind you you can only push your head and shoulders into the bed for leverage. This heightens your hunger even more because you have to cede that much more control to me. You've waited so long. Give it to me, you scream! Give it to me faster...please! I pick up the pace. We are two animals in heat. Beasts heaving and panting. My horse cock pumping your pussy, your gorgeous ass flesh rippling with each thrust! You're grunting and moaning in ecstacy, gasping for air. Oh Jack!...Oh Jack!...Oooooh!...I'm cuuuuuming!

Wave after wave comes over you! An orgy of orgasms envelopes you! You are quaking! Spasm after spasm! Shuddering beneath me! You are cumming down in your core! Deep...oh so deep!

I'm going to cum too. My throbbing cock is ready to explode! My balls swing back and forth, just itching to release their load! I'm going to cummmm! Ooooooh! I pull out at the last second and shoot a thick hot stream. It comes in bursts. I feel like a cannon! Aaaaaah!

There is cum all over your ass, in the crack, and up your back! Your tied hands are not spared either, even the rope is spattered! I reinsert for a few hard ball-draining strokes, then while still inside you, we collapse over on our sides to a more stable position. Just to lie there for a bit...to calm down...to let you hold me in your cunt for a while...so warm...so tight. My arms around you from the rear, the cum now squishy between us. Mmmmm. So peaceful now...so tranquil.

We lay beside one another for a good while. We whisper our contents. All too soon, it comes time to withdraw, to wipe the cum away and untie you. I brush your hair back from your face with my fingers and kiss you on the lips. Not passionately, but with affection. You are drifting off now, content at last. 

When you awake it is nearly dusk. We dress and I walk you back to your car on 85th St. What a lovely day it has been. We've each found a new lover and a new friend. We plan to see one another whenever we can. We talk of meeting at some halfway point. We'll be in touch. With you safely in your car, we kiss softly; you pull away from the curb and move down 85th...



Allie Ch. 01



Background

My wife is a whore...a slut...a cocksucking Goddess who will suck and fuck anyone who wants her, particularly black men. And I love it.

Why, you might ask, would a husband married to a gorgeous woman like Allie want his wife to fuck other men? It's a natural question to ask, but unless you've experienced the kind of sexual highs only watching your wife getting fucked by other men can provide it will be hard for you to understand why I love it so.

Perhaps I should tell you a little more about us. We've purposely not had children, leaving us free to engage in the kind of alternate lifestyle we love so much. A side benefit of that is that Allie has been able to retain a great body with no stretch marks or sagging of any kind. She's a fairly tall, gorgeous brunette with sexy brown eyes and a pair of amazing 38DD tits. Clearly Allie would never be accused of being skinny, but she's not fat either. Just fleshy enough to hold on to while fucking her and enjoying the kind of curvaceous body that was built for fucking. She keeps her pussy shaved, and, like me, absolutely LOVES cum. She loves it on her face, in her mouth, in her cunt, and yes, in her ass as well. She also likes smooth shaved balls and cocks, especially black ones, so she's shaved me as well, my entire body. Also, at my request she has fucked me with a strap-on and loves treating me like one of those "leather fetish" biker type gays. So as you may have guessed by now, yeah, I'm bisexual. I love sucking cocks as much as my wife does, although it was a steady progression that began three years ago just as do most transformations. 

At first I just watched as Allie fucked her lovers in front of me while I masturbated. It began with her going out with a girlfriend one night while I was out of town. After one too many drinks she and her friend let the guys they picked up fuck them, and rather than keeping that from me she confessed it all. Strangely it made my cock rock hard and we had great sex that night. Allie asked me if I'd like her to do it again and I admitted I would. One thing led to another and now she's a raging slut.

The first time she brought home a guy she picked up in a bar it was a little awkward. The guy wasn't sure how I was going to handle it, but when he realized I wasn't interested in him he relaxed and as I watched the action proceeded as though I wasn't even there. He and Allie undressed, and got onto our bed with me watching from a nearby chair. I undressed as well, but was content to merely sit there jacking off as my wife let this stranger eat her pussy and then fuck her. It was probably the most exciting night of my life, or at least it was until then. 

As they fucked I had to squeeze my cock hard several times in order to hold off coming until they did, but when Allie cried out that the guy was coming in her unprotected pussy I shot several spurts of cum so high one of them hit my face I was so hot.

Afterward the guy quickly got dressed and left. Allie was lying there on the bed, her hair mussed, body glistening in sweat, with both of us breathing deeply, still excited over what had transpired. 

"Come here, baby," she said, and I did, climbing onto the bed next to her, feeling her huge tits, her nipples still rock hard.

"God!" I breathed.

"Did you enjoy watching him fucking me?" Allie asked.

"Yeah! Hell yeah!" I said.

"He came in my cunt, baby," she grinned, those killer brown eyes stArnieg into mine.

"I know."

"Remember what you said you'd do if I ever fucked a guy in front of you?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, my cock hardening again now.

"Well? Aren't you going to do it?" she grinned, spreading her legs. "It's still warm for you," she added, reaching down to her cunt, spreading it open for me. And so I did it.

I crawled down on the bed in between her thighs, kissing them as I moved closer to her freshly fucked pussy. I could see it, of course... his cum. It was on her thighs and in her cunt, and when Allie flexed her inner muscles some of it ran out of her pussy and down into her ass crack.

"God!" I whispered.

"Do it, baby," Allie said softly. "Suck my pussy. Taste his cum." So I did that, too.

"Ummmm!" I moaned, pressing my face into her slimy cunt... licking it... sucking it... and swallowing. My own cock was rock hard again by then, so I quickly climbed up over her and slid it into her scummy pussy, feeling his cum there, feeling it squishing out onto my balls as I fucked her. And I loved it.

"Cunt. Whore. Slut!" I said as we fucked.

"Yeah. I am!" Allie said. "I'll suck or fuck anybody, Arnie. I love it! And I'm going to," she said.

"Who next?" I asked. "I imagine your boss wants to fuck you. Right? I see the way he looks at you," I said.

"Yes. I think he does. Why? Do you want him to fuck me?" she asked.

"Not just him. I want you to be the company whore. Let all of them fuck you. Okay? Will you do it?" I asked, close to coming again now from thinking about my wife lying on a conference table or sofa at her office, taking on her boss and his fellow executives.

"Then I will, baby. But once it starts I won't be able to stop it. You'll be laughed at for having a slut for a wife. They'll refer to you as a sissy cuckhold," she said.

"I don't care. I WANT everyone to know you're a slut. I want to take photos of you and publish them on the Net. And I want to show your face in them so our friends and your family will know what a hot slut cunt you are. We'll show some of you fucking guys and sucking their cocks and even some with cum on your face and oozing out of your pussy," I said, fucking faster now.

"YES! I WANT them all to see me. My fucking uptight mother will have a stroke, and Daddy will disown me, but fuck them. I don't care. They were such strict Baptists while I was growing up I couldn't have any fun. Oh God, FUCK MEEEE!" she shrieked. And I came.

"UHHHHHHH!" I moaned, my cum rocketing into her cunt as she reached between us to rub her clit, enhancing her orgasm, both of us realizing our marriage had changed that night, and that we were going to pursue a different kind of lifestyle... one centered around lust, and sex... lots of sex. My wife was going to become a total slut with my support and we realized there were no limits to the kinds of sexual pleasure we would be experiencing. It was ascension to a new level of our sexuality, one we both knew there would be no reversing. Nor did we care...

End