1 comments/ 12949 views/ 2 favorites Cleansed By: kujmous They had just gotten back to their tent from a pleasant, peaceful walk. Hand in hand, they had wanted a break from everything, and that is exactly what they got. There were no phone calls, no e-mails. They even left their radio on the kitchen counter before they left, a last minute ditch to make room for the cooler. They were continually amazed by the lack of traffic and hustle of normal days. Yes. This is what they needed for a long time. It was late spring, and everywhere around them sang out bright with all the life and brilliance they could never have imagined. Trees were bountiful with shade from the heat, and they even came across the occasional wild flower. Some were purple. Some were Yellow. Oddly enough, he forgot about the old "leaves of three" rule, but was narrowly rescued as she yanked on his shirt in a fear-laden desperation to "save his life." They loved each other more and more as time went by. This was their gift to each other, a week together where nobody could bother them. As they arrived back at their camp, they pulled their bags a couple yards from a fire and had lunch. A fresh catch as some berries was the menu this evening. Oh! That fish barely fit in the pan, but it cooked up fabulously. All the while, they could barely stop looking at each other and giggling like teenagers. An occasional kiss and smile was their reward for nothing other than togetherness. They took some time to snuggle against a nearby tree, and he looked up and then asked her with as much poise and cordiality as he could muster without laughing, "Ma'am, would you like to view the sunset from your usual spot?" "Why, yes. That would be lovely." She quickly kissed him once more before opening his arms and raising to her feet. Taking hands they followed their path to the west edge of the trees, and sat on their boulder. The ground became an open plain to their front, and the sky had all the colors that they could never name. The sun's movement was barely attainable, but its colors were breathtaking. From yellow, to orange, to crimson, to red, she couldn't look away. For just a moment in time, she was once again a child. She then looked into the arms of her man as a tingle washed over her body, forcing her to smile and tear at the same time. He could only hold her closer and smile as if he were falling in love her each and every day all over again. They made their way back to camp in the romantic twilight of the dusk. They talked about everything that came to mind -- the birds, the clouds, tomorrow's breakfast -- but he could see in her a woman that had so much more on her mind. With that thought, he stopped and lifted her by her hips, placing her atop the nearby boulder and looking up to her eyes with all the love he ever knew. She placed her hands under his chin and lifted his face to the softest of kisses that stole his breath and limbered his body into putty. As her eyes opened, she again laughed at the effect and control that only she had. He trembled as his eyes opened and once again saw the loving face of the perfect woman, her hair blowing gently with the breeze, and her smile that told him more than he ever knew. With that thought, he lowered her back to the ground and they continued until they reached their camp. He tidied up the place and they sat together on their sleeping bags as the sky grew darker and darker. In the distance a slight roll of thunder made its presence felt. As he stood to get into the tent before the shower, she took his hand with a feather grip. "No." She paused. "Stay here." She paused again as she looked deep into his eyes so gently. "...with me." He sat down and kissed her with all the passion he had as he pulled her closer and closer. She returned it with her warm embrace around his neck and the most sensual, slow, mouthing kiss. She continued this kiss as he lowered her to her back and laid down beside her. Neither of them had any reason to open their eyes. Their hands searched all over each other -- embracing, massaging, rubbing, holding, searching, and as the first drops were heard against the leaves, neither of them paid it any attention. Rather, they smiled and welcomed it. His hand began under her shirt, as the first lonesome drip landed squarely on her midrift. The chill awakened her with a jolt. Drop after drop found its way throught the forest canopy. Their clothes went from wet to damp to saturated in the span of half an hour, but it was disregarded. He kissed her and gently laid her to her back on the now-soaked sleeping bag. Then he started kissing down her body. The rain dripping from him to her. Her fingers gripping into his saturated hair. Lower and lower he kissed. Closer and closer he kissed. As the night became dark he nuzzled into her sex through her shorts sending her into a dizzying sexual hunger. Her legs opened without effort, welcoming him deeper and deeper. Her body went limp as her head fell to the ground and her eyes rolled closed. His hands slid under her legs and opened her just slightly wider, so perfectly close to the threshold of pain. He lifted her legs skyward and peeled her clothing off her legs which landed nearby with a sloshing sound. Without hesitation, he reopened her legs and lowered his mouth to her sex, beginning the most sensual, erotic mouthing she would ever know. She continued to lay, feeling the, now, near-torrential shower and the loving desire build inside her that she had never known before. His gentle mouthing moved all over her sex. As darkness set in, only the sillouette of his head could be seen. His tongue slid perfectly inside her, tasting her inner delicate walls. He tenderly mouthed her clit with a dripping slurp which made her entire body spasm. Not once, however, did he try to speed up. He was certain that this was the night he was waiting for. "Just lay back, Sweetie, and leave everything to me." He knelt back to her sex and continued to satisfy her as deeply as possible. Their moaning was muffled by the pounding of rain over their bodies. Such a perfect downpour it was. As it cleansed their bodies, a gentle thunder rolled over them. Her skyward view only saw an occasional flash met with the most tender kisses of raindrops over her as he slowly chewed deeper and deeper into her saturated sex. Time and time again his pace picked up. As her body reach that delicate tightness, he slowed, balancing her so teasingly on the brink of orgasm. She screamed wanting it so much, but as he looked up into her dripping eyes and smiled, she knew that something more was in store. Again, he teased her closer and closer, but only to stop short of what she wanted most. Her hands reached for his head in desperation. "DO IT," she begged. "God! Do it." Her wrists were quickly grabbed and pinned to her sides as he continued his neverending titilation. Nearly and hour passed in the rain in this position. Her legs draped over his back. Her entire body electrified with the passion of the most natural of love-making. She was lifeless to retaliate. The darkness now engulfed everything. She had no control. As the rain washed over her, she could only wait for her man to deliver her to what would surely be an earth-shattering orgasm. Then she felt him adjust and lean her vertically towards him. She could not see in the darkness but had no fears of the situation. It was then that she felt herself lowered onto his immense manhood straight down to the base. She was stretched open and so tight around him that he shot off instantly into her, but her remained in place to continue. He wrapped her entire body and slowly hoisted and lowered her onto himself at a wonderful rhythm. She screamed and orgasmed over and over. "YES! YES! OOOOHHHHH!!!" His rigidness was undaunted. She looked, again, skyward to feel the rain on her face as she rode him faster and faster. She now tore her shirt off and pulled his hands to her chest as she rode him. Grinding and riding him, begging for him to finish, she could not help but feel the tightness of herself upon him. Every inch of her rode every inch of his sex. Their bodies dripping and slippery, she held his hands onto her breasts and humped him harder and harder. He returned the efforts from below, as their soaked bodies splashed over and over. Finally, taking his hands from her breasts, slamming and holding them over his head on the ground, she laid the deepest, wettest kiss, moaning and screaming for him to finish in her. He arched his back, lifting her airborne upon his member, and exploding over and over into her which gave her the most perfect orgasm of her own. As she accepted his convulsing, spasming efforts she peppered him with kisses holding him inside her, in her throbbing sex where he belonged. He could scarsely kiss back in his overwhelmed, mind-numbing condition, as he laid under her shaking in the rain. Finally she laid down upon him and put her head onto his shoulder, kissing him softly on the cheek. As they laid in then now drizzling darkness, he embraced her for all his worth and together they went to sleep in each other's arms. Cleansed by Daddy It must be said that today my greatest pleasure in bed is when a man licks my asshole. Recently I've undertaken some soul searching as to why that is. I've come to realize it can be traced back to some events that happened to me when I was 18 and still living with my parents. On that fateful Wednesday morning I delightfully woke up, happy it was spring break and I didn't have to go to class, I stretched lazily under the blankets in my fishnet mini nightgown, my naked nipples pleasurably rubbing against the netted fabric, growing in excitement. I felt a tightness in my navel as my thong covered pussy was waking up in excitement to the stimulation. A loud moan escaped my lips as my arousal was quickly consuming me. I quickly turned on my back, wanting to release the pressure mounting in my pussy, I gently caressed my breasts awake, to then realize that my door was wide open and I couldn't caress myself to an orgasm for fear of the rest of my family hearing or worst watching me. Well maybe not that bad, I thought, I love it when my mother would come inspect me, as she puts it. For you see for about 2 years I have been pleasantly subjected to my mother's inspections. She comes in my room every week and inspects my pussy and asshole, she makes sure that I'm shaven in the right areas but mainly she checks to see whether I'm still a virgin. She says it's better than having to go to the gyno. She also checks my health by smelling my pussy and ass secretions. She started inspecting me ever since I was breast blessed. For you see, you could portray me as a voluptuous buxom, 36dd pear shaped breasts, rosy nipples - 30 waist - 40 inch hips, 5 foot 4 with full curly auburn hair, with also an hourglass figure. And I know for a fact that my mother is jealous of my pear bouncing breasts, I've caught her giving dad the evil eye whenever I was displaying myself in a tight top to my father's delightful stare at the breakfast table. I decided against caressing myself further, quickly got up, adjusted my thong over my pussy and also adjusting my breasts so that they perked and bounced as I made my way to the kitchen. As I entered the room, my mother looked at me in shock at my naked breasts covered only in my fishnet white nightie. My father hiding behind his newspaper and didn't see me enter the room. I quickly responded to my mother's stare: "Hi Mom, How do you like my new mini nightgown, I picked it up yesterday with Charlotte at the sexshop downtown. Charlotte convinced me that I just had to buy it since I have full bouncy breasts now. You know Charlotte bought an anal plug, she says she loves feeling full from behind." My mother smiled and replied in a gentle soft voice: "Nancy as long as you feel beautiful and comfortable, I'll love anything you wear. And Charlotte is right; the feeling of being filled is wonderful." At our conversation my father had peeked at me over his newspaper and I heard him grunt disapproval or maybe, dared I hope, an approval at my outfit? I would lean over my cereal bowl with both my arms squeezing my breasts together, giving him an eyeful of my full cleavage. He would stop reading his newspaper and would openly stare at my breasts while I pretended playing with my cheerios. I would squirm in pleasure on my stool, making sure to move my shoulders and making my breasts bounce for him. I loved teasing my daddy, I was sure he was enjoying my tits, I knew he loved big breasts as I've seen him staring at large breasted women on the beach. I grabbed a spoonful of cereal and milk and brought it to my mouth, faking a cough I spilled it purposely on my cleavage. "Mommy I made a mess" I said to my mom with a puppy face while I glanced at my father batting my lashes. "Oh don't worry about it honey, I'll clean it right away" My mother replied while grabbing some paper towels. I heard my father adjust his chair and grunt as he watched my mother sponge the top of my breasts clean of the spilled milk. The cold milk had made my nipples hard and they were now swollen red and poking through the fishnet fabric. I looked up at Kathy, my mother, and I could see she was clearly enjoying rubbing my hard nipples under the pretext of cleaning me. I was squirming in pleasure and pain as she rubbed my nips against the fabric of my nightgown. "This isn't working, let me just take it off, it's all wet anyway": I moaned as some of my pungent pussy juice soaked my thong. I stood up pushing the stool back with my back, the wetness of my thong clearly displayed despite the fishnet nightgown covering it, matting the fabric stick to my puffed pussy lips, I could smell my aroused musky scent all around me. I quickly grabbed the bottom of my nightgown and raised it above my head, arching my back to better display my hardened pointing nipples. I saw Jules, my father, glancing above his newspaper; he then took a short intake of breath as my full uncovered breasts come into view. I turned around and bent low, without bending my knees and pretended to pick up some spilled cheerios, with my other hand I displaced my thong covering my ass crack and with my palm I parted my left cheek. I then started scratching around my displayed puckered asshole. "Ahhhh that feels so good, I'm so itchy there!" I said with a sigh. My mother spanked my exposed butt while saying: "Ok off you go to the shower young lady, I can smell your stinky pussy and ass from here!" I raised myself quickly while turning, my breasts bouncing, I made my way past the kitchen table my thong now soaked with my smelly pussy secretions. I went into the bathroom facing my room, next to my parents' bedroom. I made sure not to close the door fully behind me, in case that someone might be tempted in watching me. I didn't want them to feel uninvited. I slid out of my thong, and sat on the toilet as I felt the urgent need of a bowel movement. I grunted as it passed, I saw the door slowly opening as my father walked in, I quickly closed my legs and covered my breasts with my hands. I yelled at him: "Daddy, I'm kinda busy here..." My father looked at my barely covered breasts spilling from the small coverage offered by my arms and replied: "Your mother sent me in here to tell you that there isn't any hot water left as she did 2 loads of laundry before you got up. I couldn't take my shower either." "Ahhh ok thanks Dad!" I was squirming on the seat, enjoying displaying myself to my father, while feigning innocence. I let go of the last of my morning needs, letting it splash down. I sighed in relief and pleasure as my ass hole pulsed from the relief of pressure. Relaxing, I closed my eyes and dropped my arms to my sides making sure to breath deep breaths as to display my breasts to my father's gaze. I gently started uncrossing my legs as I let go of the pressure in my bladder. The smell of my piss very strong from the accumulated fluids of the night mixed in with my aroused pussy secretions, I sighed in pleasure and relief. Sill with my eyes closed I heard Jules my father saying: "Feeling better honey?" I replied still in deep pleasure and relief: "Oh yes daddy! I just wish I could wash myself though!" I opened my eyes, seeing my father's cock twitch and growing by the second in his trousers. He looked at me and saw I was observing his cock and replied: "I'll be in your room when you are down, I might have a solution for you!" I replied lowering my eyes to the floor, batting my lashes: "Oh thanks Daddy you're so sweet, now I have to wipe myself!" I crouched over the seat, reached for some toilet paper, and spreading my pussy lips with my left hand I reached inside and wiped the pee from my pussy. I shivered as the paper rubbed against my slit and my aroused clit. I brought it to my nose and sniffed my pungent smell of my pussy mixed in with my morning pee. I looked up and saw the surprised look on my daddy's face. I told him "Oh Daddy I smell so gross, I hope you can get me all cleaned up!" He replied as he reached for the door: "Oh yes don't worry, but afterwards I'll need you to help me clean myself too, as I couldn't take a shower this morning either." "Sure Daddy I'll do whatever it takes. I was planning on joining Charlotte at the mall today, we're going back to the sexshop we went to yesterday, and I don't want to go out smelling like this." He answered as he left the bathroom: "Oh don't worry, I won't let my horny daughter walk into a sex shop with her pussy smelling like it wants to get fucked!" I turned around, but I could still see him staring at me while I rubbed my anus of all the stains of my bowel movement. I also made sure to give him a show, smelling my stained paper, moaning while squeezing my thighs together before throwing the brown stained toilet paper in the toilet and flushing. After I flushed I heard him walk away. I fixed my hair and admired my bust in the mirror; I pinched my nipples making sure that they were pointing outwards. Happy with myself, I wrapped a towel around me and I made my way to my bedroom. As I entered my room, I saw my father sitting on a chair next to the bed. He gestured me to lie on my bed. He had taken off his clothes and he was sitting there in his tented boxers. When I walked past him I distinctively smelled a strong musky fishy odour. I could also see a tiny wet spot accumulating at the summit of his tented grey boxers. I smiled at him as I climbed face down on the bed on all fours making sure to spread my legs to give him a good view of my brownish stained puckered anus and puffed pussy lips. Before laying my face on my pillow, I unhooked my towel and just spread it on my back and I tucked my right hand under my belly and placed my palm on my pussy so that my fingers could easily spread my pussy lips. I looked over my left shoulder, smiling at daddy and said: "Daddy I'm all ready to be cleaned now!" "Ok Nancy now don't get nervous it might feel a bit unnatural at first but I'll make sure I clean you everywhere. I've cleaned your Mom many times I've become somewhat of an expert at this." I laid my head on my pillow, I felt his weight at the foot of my bed as he climbed on it, soon afterwards I felt him push the towel from my ass to my back, leaving my buttocks clear. Then I felt his hands parting my butt cheeks and then I felt his tongue running up and down my ass crack. I moaned in delightful surprise, at having him actually cleaning me with his tongue. I had thought he would clean me with a wet washcloth. Then I felt his tongue circling and scooping around my anus. "Nancy, I have to move closer as I cant get inside too well from this position." I just moaned in reply. I felt the bed move again and I looked over my shoulder to see him kneeling close to my head, his tented musk scented boxers pointing right at my face, his arms on both sides of my back and his hands parting my cheeks, his face inside my ass crack, licking at my asshole, trying to insert his tongue inside my rectum. I quietly pinched my pussy lips and I was caressing my clit gently, timing it with his tongue thrusts inside my rectum. As he moved his head deeper inside my butt crack, he moved his tented boxers towards my face, actually brushing my lips. I had a full whiff of his smelly cock. It smelled of old cheese and fish, mixed in with a strong male body odour. I was in heaven as he plunged his tongue deep into my rectum, then his dick popped out of the top of his boxers. It was the first time I saw his penis, it was half covered with his foreskin and the bulbous head was covered in a thin white substance. The smell was so strong I had to back away from it, but yet I found it to be quite alluring as well. My nipples responded and my pussy demanded being filled with something as it leaked over my fingers. I also noticed some clear liquid forming at the tip of the bulbous head. I wanted to smell it closer, and I brought my nose close to it, at the moment my father stopped his insertion and moved his body towards the foot of the bed. In the process his cock brushed against my face, rubbing across me cheek, nose and lips. I had his strong odour on my face and I almost came when I licked my lips and tasted his salty delicious male scent. I shivered in pleasure as I could now smell his dick all over my face. He then placed both his legs on either side of my chest, and placed both his hands under my legs trying to lift up my buttocks; he glanced back and said with a smile: "Nancy would you mind raising your ass a bit, I need to clean your pee hole too you know!" I replied my head in between his legs, my nose pressed against his balls, smelling his strong male odour: "Mmm, Oh I'm sorry Daddy, yes of course!" He replied: "You know Nancy, if people saw us like this they would think we were doing something immoral, but I'm just helping you out, getting you all clean, it's completely harmless!" "Yes Daddy, completely harmless!" I replied while my pussy was leaking its sticky liquid around my fingers pinching my lips. I felt his breath around my lips, and I parted them for him, he quickly ran his tongue over my slit and pee hole, then he inserted his finger inside my pussy hole and scooped some of my juice. I glanced over his shoulder to see him licking it and sucking it into his mouth. "Oh Daddy, I feel so weird, could you help me relax a bit more please? Could you clean me on top of my pee hole, I feel my little nub is a bit dirty too!" "Yes Nancy of course, but don't forget Daddy is dirty too and cannot clean himself also, would you mind?" My father replied looking over his shoulder. I nodded and tugged his boxers lower on his legs, his penis now free, I grabbed it roughly and ran my tongue all around it head. I nearly choked on the strength of his odour. I could feel the sticky white film coming off on my tongue and I could smell and taste the salty precum mixed in it. The smell was so strong I had to fight a gag. I swallowed most of the foul smelling white stuff and I started licking along the shaft. I then felt his tongue running very fast across my clit, I came in seconds, liquid spraying from my peehole. I felt him putting his whole mouth on my peephole and sucking gently as I continued my orgasm. I was in heaven cooing gently while licking his heavy dangling hairy balls, cleaning him of his sweaty salty smell. I heard someone walk into the room. "What are you two doing?" I heard my Mother's surprised tone. "Oh I promised Nancy that I would clean her as we're out of hot water, she was kind enough to return the favour! She's so nice she got me all cleaned up for you my love!" I heard my father reply. "Oh Nancy you're so sweet, your father wanted me to suck him this morning but I just couldn't, he smelled so much like a barn animal! Now if you don't mind I'll take over!" I heard my mother saying to me while glancing at me with jealous eyes. "Emmm ok mommy, thanks daddy!" I said to both of them. Jules, my father then climbed off my bed and walked with my mother out of my room to their bedroom where I then heard the sounds of their lovemaking as I faded into blissful post orgasm sleep. Cleansing Thanks to Wmnbiu for the idea and the feedback. This is for My friend. * * * * * lovey had been alone all day. Her Mistress was somewhere, lovey knew, but She had been gone a long time; and lovey was getting anxious. She had straightened up their rooms. Lunch had been brought to her. And dinner. It was late. Where was Mistress? Just then, lovey heard voices in the hall. A man's deep voice, soothing. And Mistress. lovey was on her knees, head properly bowed, when the door opened and her Mistress came in, alone. "lovey," She said, "I'm so tired. Will you help Me to bed?" lovey trembled a little. Mistress usually told her what was required. "Yes, Mistress," she said softly, as she rose gracefully and went to Her. lovey could smell the arousal and something else. It took her a moment to recognize the scent of the salve Mistress used to soother her after a particularly hard session. "Mistress?" "Hush, lovey, it's okay. I just need to sleep." lovey helped her Mistress bathe. She noticed the red marks on her back and buttocks. Who had done this to Her? Why? She got Mistress settled in the bed. "Stay with Me, lovey," murmured Mistress as she fell asleep. lovey eased into the bed with Mistress, moving close to Her. Sleep was long in coming to the confused girl. She watched as Mistress slept and suddenly realized that it had been a while since Mistress had fallen asleep so easily. Greatly daring, lovey gently caressed the sleeping form beside her. A soft murmur. A sigh. Taking Mistress's hand in hers, lovey finally slept. Mistress was gone when lovey awoke. There was a note with her breakfast. 'You may walk in the garden and talk with the others if you wish, lovey.' It was signed with her Mistress's initials. Now thoroughly confused, lovey finished her breakfast and wandered out into the garden. She saw others, some with collars, some not. lovey wandered toward a small building deep in the garden. A low cry caught her attention. Curiosity drew her closer. She saw a nude man standing with his back to her. The cat o' nine tales in his hand twitched. Then he moved, knelt on one knee beside the figure of a nude woman, shackled in a kneeling position, her hands grasping the post in front of her. He murmured to her, his hand caressing her bent head. lovey saw the woman draw a shuddering breath and raise her head to look at the man. lovey gasped. Mistress! She almost cried out. Only a large hand over her mouth stopped her. "Shhh," whispered a deep voice. lovey turned in shock. A male submissive, collared as she was, held her still. "My Master," he whispered, "your Mistress?" lovey nodded. "First time?" came the deep whisper. Again, lovey nodded. The man nodded in return. "Be very quiet," he murmured, "watch." lovey turned to watch. The Master was standing again. Cringing, anxious, lovey watched the lash fall on her Mistress again and again until the soft sounds of her Mistress's distress faded and were replaced by soft moans. As lovey watched, her Mistress slipped into that place where there was no pain, only acceptance and peace. "Come away, now," murmured the man, drawing lovey away from the building. She looked up at him, confused, frightened. He smiled. "Your Mistress will tell you," he said. "Will She?" asked lovey, "you're certain?" She so needed reassurance that everything would be all right. The man hugged lovey. "As my Master told me," he said, "your Mistress will tell you." lovey turned her head back toward the building, toward her Mistress, as the man urged her away. Lovey went back to the rooms to wait. Her thoughts chased around her mind, manic, disjointed. Lunch came and went. lovey couldn't eat. Supper. lovey could only look at the food. Voices in the hallway. Heart pounding, lovey knelt, waiting, hoping. The door opened. lovey hoped her sigh of relief was not noted. She heard Mistress talking low and soft to someone. A deeper voice answered. A low laugh. A squeak of surprise, the sound of a hand striking firm flesh. Mistress came into the room. She smiled at lovey, Her eyes sparkling. "Come with Me, lovey," She said, holding out her hand for lovey to take. Mistress drew lovey to her feet, then into Her lap as She settled into a comfortable chair. "Oh, My lovey," Mistress murmured as she caressed the girl in her lap. "I know you are confused." "Yes, Mistress," whispered lovey. Mistress softly kissed her and hugged her. "It has been very stressful lately, lovey, and I have been...inconsistent...with you." lovey stirred as if to protest. "Hush, girl," said Mistress, "you know that's true." lovey nodded reluctantly. "We came here, lovey, so I could recover My balance." Lovey leaned against Mistress's shoulder. "Balance, Mistress?" "Mmm hmm." Mistress did not say anything for long moments. She seemed content to hold lovey and caress her. And lovey found herself slowly relaxing in her Mistress's arms. Mistress sighed. "I've been focusing too much on what pleases Me, lovey," She said quietly. "I've been neglecting you." lovey stirred, a soft sound of protest. Mistress tapped lovey's nose, causing her to jump and squeak. Mistress laughed. "lovey, as My submissive, you gave yourself to Me, body, mind, life. But I also owe you something. I owe you guidance, security. I have demanded a great deal from you. And, lately, I have not given you much in return." Mistress hugged lovey tighter. "That's why W/we came here." lovey was silent for a few minutes. "Mistress?" she asked softly. "Hmm?" "Why..." lovey hesitated, "why did you..." "Why did Master flog Me?" "Yes, Mistress." "It was to remind Me, My lovey, that I have a responsibility to you. That I needed to let go of some things. My temper. My frustrations." Lovey risked a quick glance at Mistress, something she had been recently punished for. She saw a faraway look in Mistress's eyes. Mistress felt lovey tremble. "Hush, lovey," Mistress stroked the girl in her lap. She knew that lovey was concerned that She would not want her now. "Let Me tell you, My lovey," murmured Mistress. "Master had Me strip. It's been a long time since I did that. He had Me kneel and left Me to think about the position I was now in." Mistress laughed softly. "My knees hurt. I was getting angry, wondering why I thought I wanted this." lovey was remembering her first time on her knees, the discomfort, the confusion, the uncertainty. "Master eventually came back to Me. I fear I was rude. So he left Me on My knees and bound My wrists to the post. Then he began." Mistress's voice was becoming softer. "It was soft at first. Barely grazing My skin. The soft tails of the lash caressing. Then biting as he punished My rudeness. I was furious. How dare He! And the lash kissed My body, wrapping around the curves, nipping, biting. I felt My anger shred. The more the lash fell, the more I lost. He would stop and caress Me, care for Me. Then he would begin again." Mistress was stroking lovey, her hands gentle on the girl's skin, cupping her breasts. "Today, He put Me on My knees again. And I went willingly, putting My hands to the post so He could bind Me." Mistress drew a deep breath. "Oh, lovey," she whispered, "how I needed that! The kiss of the lash heating My body, freeing My mind. And when He took his pleasure in My kneeling, bound body, I soared!" Mistress sighed. She felt the quiver in lovey's body. "Let's go to bed, lovey," She said softly. lovey helped her Mistress prepare fore bed, bathing her, pampering Her. When lovey would have gone to the cot by the wall, Mistress tugged her into the bed, wrapping Her arms around the girl. "My lovey," She whispered. Then She began to kiss and caress the soft body next to Her. Her lovemaking was gentle and thorough and in the end both of them reached the edge and dove headlong into ecstasy. Sated. Cleansed. Cleansing Water streams down my back, my head tilted under the spray, rinsing my hair. With each droplet of water, my tension is flowing away. The rich lather of body wash is like silk on my soft, wet skin. One hand sweeps over the curve of a full breast, brushing against the sensitive nipple, which puckers and hardens. Back and forth my hand gently rubs, until all pretence of washing is lost, and I am simply enjoying the sensation while my other hand explores. I hear the shower door glide open, and then the chill of the bathroom as you step inside. I open my eyes, and you place your hands on my shoulders, pulling me close. Your mouth takes mine as I lean into your warm body. Your hands travel down my back, gliding smoothly over the wet flesh, and soon my hips are in your hands. You lean back against the shower wall, pulling me towards you, and out of the spray of the water. You are trapped against the tiled wall, and I am now in charge. My hands trace a path from your shoulders to your neck, and I guide your lips to mine. Softly, I tease you lips with my teeth, before running my tongue over your bottom lip. Your mouth opens to mine, and we kiss hard and deep. Your hands tighten on my body, and I am on my toes trying to get as closer to your heat. Releasing your mouth, I turn my attention to your neck, nipping gently at your skin, my hands making their way over your chest. My lips follow the path of my hands, licking, tasting, and biting. I tease a hard nipple with my tongue. You push my hair off my shoulder and I feel your eyes on me, just as I can your increasingly ragged breath. I can feel the steady beat of the shower spray on the backs of my legs and slowly slide further down your body, until I am on my knees before you. My hands rest on your thighs, and I look up, making sure I have your attention. You smile, and place your palm on my cheek. I love your hands on me, tender but strong. I can see the desire in your eyes, and hear it in your slightly hoarse voice, as you tell me how much you want to me to take your cock into my mouth. I smile, and shifting my right hand from your thigh, then cupping your balls in my palm. I bend towards you, and lave the smooth skin with my tongue, before taking them into my mouth. You groan, and I feel your erection jerk against my cheek. I moan and move my tongue to the base of your shaft, my left hand holding you, and I run my tongue very slowly along the underside of your penis. The heat of the water in the now steamy shower is nothing compared to the heat flowing within me as I circle the glans with my tongue, and then guide the head of your cock between my open lips. I am sucking, licking, tasting, and enjoying you. Your hands hold my wet hair back in your tense hands, pulling ever so slightly. While my left hand continues to tease your shaft, the other applies a gentle pressure to your perineum, stirring you to even greater heights. You groan when I remove my hand, but your disappointment is short-lived when you see why. My fingers of my right hand part my swollen labia, and they are coated in my own moisture. I am so wet, and hot, but I do not dally, for I know that you will help me with that when the time comes. For now, I take my well lubricated fingers, and return to my earlier task. As I continue to pleasure you with my mouth, I tease your puckered asshole, and slowly push a finger inside. Your hands tighten on my hair, and as you groan, I feel your cock throb and twitch in my mouth. As the shower water starts to get colder, you let me know how close you are to orgasm. I love that I have done this to you. I release your penis from my reluctant mouth, but continue to grasp the base firmly, forming a tight ring with my thumb and forefinger. Placing my right palm against your check, my nails scratching downwards, over your abdomen and the razor thin strip of hair that runs from your navel to the base of your cock. My other hand vigorously massages the length of your shaft and your back arches as you lean your head back into the water, eyes closed, smiling rapturously. "Gorgeous girl", you murmur, "You know exactly how I like it." My right hand bypasses your shaft and cups your smooth, hairless sac one last time. Your hands begin to massage my scalp more fervently. I know what that means. With one final motion of my hands, you feel the orgasm chain-reacting from your anus to the tip of your cock, and then a powerful quantity of semen arc and descends on to my breasts. Your legs buckle and you sink to your knees in the bottom of the shower. You hold me as the water streams own around us, your head resting in exhaustion on my naked shoulder. You thank and praise me for the pleasure I bring you. Now icy cold, the spray jolts us from our revelry, and laughing, we clamber up and out of the shower as quickly as we can. We are standing in the middle of the misty bathroom, and I am encircled in your arms. I shiver both at the chill of the water, and with the excitement that you kindle in me. Your arms release me, and you reach for the soft cotton towel that hangs on the rail nearby. With every brush of the towel my body cries out for your touch. The top of the vanity is smooth and cold against my ass as you settle me there. You stand between my spread thighs, and kiss my mouth deeply, before trailing soft, warm kisses from my neck to my navel. One of my hands is spread on the countertop for support, and the other tangles in your hair and you sink to your knees before me. Your hands are on my inner thighs, holding me open to your gaze. My arousal is evident in the glistening moisture that you taste as you tease my sensitive clit with tongue and lips. My moans become louder and more frantic as you suck deeply, and my head falls back against the mirror as you slowly push two fingers deep inside me. Over and over you thrust, all the while continuing to pleasure my clit. I'm urging you on, harder, faster, more, and then I am coming, convulsing around your fingers, screaming your name. Holding me steady, you stand. You pull me close, my breasts crushed against your chest, and kiss me deeply. I can taste myself on your lips, and sigh. It is my turn to breathlessly whisper my thanks. Cleansing a Sinner It was late in the day and most of the prayer candles that had been lit were flickering down nearing the end of their wicks. Father Wilson had just finished hearing confessional of all the senior citizens of the nearby nursing home that were regulars at mass. Certainly nowhere near as exciting or juicy as the days the college students came in. Mostly all he ever heard from the elderly were regrets of the past and their fearfulness of judgement over every little thing they may have done wrong in life. Occasionally there would still be the old man here or their confessing lustful thoughts for the nurse that gave him sponge baths but a lot of good those thoughts would do any of them as an age they couldn't even manage to do anything with an erection if they got lucky enough to actually even have one. At least the young college students had juicer sins to confess of their wild adventures now that they were no longer under their parents' watchful eyes. Nothing every got him quite as riled up as listening to those little sluts pouring out their misdeeds. The young men would talk of their latest conquests never seeming remorseful at all but rather like they just wanted someone to brag to. Father Wilson certainly wasn't going to complain though, he would gladly listen to every juicy detail all the while rubbing his stiffening cock under his robes. Of course that was as far as he would allow himself to enjoy such devilish pleasures. He was after all supposed to be a man of god. God would certainly forgive him painting the inside of the confessional with his cum but likely not so much in indulging on the young women whispering their filthy secrets to him in trust that he would help them find absolution. Yes, the life of a priest as a truly agonizing one for a lustful man like himself. Though today it seemed god himself was rewarding his patience and discipline. As he opened the door of the confessional and stepped out, to his eager surprise who should be waiting for him in one of the pews up front? The siren who had been stoking the burning fires of desire in him for so long, Sarah Marie Thompson! Well into his mid forties now he remembered when he first arrived at the church, she was an angel in appearance but her confessionals had been the most surprising he had ever heard from any young woman. As soon as he would hear her voice on the other side of the confessional his cock would twitch with delight knowing it was not going to be disappointed. She would tell him how she would sneak out past curfew to go off to parties but not normal fraternity ones. Sex parties, orgies, BDSM shows anything with the promise of a stiff cock finding its way into her she would jump at the chance. Even while making her confessions he could hear her breathing quickening and soft moans from the other side of the confessional. Every time she would leave he would race to look into the other side and without fail there would be a wet spot he knew could only be from her pleasuring herself while recounting her sins to him. He walked closer to her and spoke trying not to sound too happy to see her again after such a long absence she had taken from the church "Sarah? My dear it's been ages. I was beginning to wonder if you had converted or lost the faith. What brings you here after so long? Finally needing the confessional again?" He inquired secretly praying that was the case. She looked up at him with tear stained eyes and stood up, "Oh Father Wilson please forgive me! I didn't know where else to go!" She sobbed, "Please...please can you give me shelter here?" She asked looking up at him desperately. "Calm yourself my child tell me, what has happened?" He encouraged while placing his arm around her and sitting back down with her. "Trouble with your parents?" He inquired, they had always come in complaining to him about not knowing how to tame the girl after all. She nodded as she shivered against him, "M-my father and mother, you know they are separated right now yes? Well I figured it would be better to live with my father since he was always...well more forgiving of my coming and going in the night you know? He promised me since I was nineteen he wouldn't interfere in my life." She choked back another sob composing herself, "But...but he was deceiving me Father! He had other reasons for wanting me to come live with him." Father Wilson felt the familiar twitch of excitement under his robe, his cock knew all too well another juicy story was coming and this one promised to be the best one yet. He cleared his throat trying not to look as excited as the swollen head of his cock was, "Would you like to move to the confessional booth?" He offered looking her over and stroking her wild blonde curls comfortingly. Sarah shook her head though, "The church is empty Father I...I would just really like to stay like this, it makes me feel safe with you." She explained. Inside Wilson was grinning like a devilish wolf. This little slut had no idea how unsafe she was with him. Though as he looked over her clothing and the way the thin fabric of her tank top made the outline of her soft nipples easy to spot and how the skirt she wore rode up enough he could see the cotton of her panties clear as day. Surely this girl knew and was setting out to tempt him. "Go on my child, tell me everything." He urged her. With a deep breath she began retelling him her experience, "I had just come home from a late night with a few friends is all. When I got him my father was waiting up for me on the couch. It was sort of out of the normal, he used to never wait up on me. I asked him how his night was and when to the kitchen for a soda. He followed me, at first he got on to me about not having a job and staying out so late...we...we started to argue and he said maybe we should start charging admission for all those cocks you let ride you." Sarah looked down seeming somewhat embarrassed without the amnesty of the confessional, "I was just going to go up stairs and go to bed...you know, give him time to cool down. But that night I woke up and I felt something heavy over top of me. I heard his voice whispering in my ear that this is how I could pay my rent to him from now on and then he...he raped me Father Wilson! My own daddy raped me!" She exclaimed trying not to break out into sobs again. "What should I do Father? I know I was never a good girl, but...but I just feel so dirty and disgusting now! I need to know how to make this right!" A light went off in Wilson's head, by her desperate pleas she sounded just like those little children begging to know what to do to earn forgiveness from the lord. She would do anything is she thought is would cleanse her soul of this. Anything at all. "I promise my child I will help you lift this stain from your soul as I have all the others. But this is a far greater sin. I will need more details." He said urging her to continue as he got up and made his way to the back locking the doors carefully so they wouldn't be bothered. Sarah looked down at her lap feeling mortified to have to give such answers, "W-well if you think it would help..." "Oh I certainly do." "I...I was underneath him. I tried to fight back and get him off of me but you have seen my daddy, he is no pushover. I was laying on my stomach and he grabbed both my wrists pulling them behind my back and holding them with one hand. Then his other hand...he ripped my panties down past my knees. He told me to arch up my backside and raise it for him to have a better look to make sure his little girls pussy wasn't too filthy for his cock." Sarah turned to Wilson adamantly shaking her head, "I didn't want to Father but what choice did I have. I...i just wanted it to be over." She stated in her own defense. Father Wilson stood at the alter lighting more candles but mainly trying to keep his own dripping erection from her view until the time was right. 'Tell yourself whatever you wish you little slut we both know you loved presenting yourself to your dear old daddy.' Was all he could think to himself. "Of course my child. Continue please..." "I...I cried against the pillow feeling ashamed as I felt him spreading the lips of my pussy. He examined it thoroughly, even burying his nose against it and inhaling its scent to make sure it wasn't filled with some one else's cum or at least that was what he said. Then I felt his tongue," Sarah shivered as her pussy tingled slightly, "He ran it all along my slit, even up to my asshole and teased my rim with it while he would occasionally give my spread pussy lips a spank to make my clit even more swollen and tender." Father Wilson let out a deep groan as he rubbed his cock imagining the look of her pussy all red and swollen from its punishment. How wonderful it would feel to ram all eight inches of his cock against that tender pussy. He could just imagine her squeals of delight each time his heavy balls would smack against her sore clit as she continued her details. "I begged my daddy to stop, to think about what he was doing. He pushed his tongue inside my ass while he began to finger fuck me without mercy...I...I am ashamed to admit how wet I was. But it's normal right? Even if you don't want it your body does it!" She again mounted her own defense but Father Wilson did not acknowledge it. "It...It was so intense, first he just had two fingers ramming inside of me then I felt a third...and...and even a fourth! I was so scared he was going to put his whole fist in but he said I must not be a total whore yet cause I was still too tight for that. I came even though I didn't want to and he praised me on being so well behaved. Once I promised him I wouldn't fight him anymore he let go of my wrists. I felt him behind me licking my pussy clean of all the mess I had just made. I thought it was finally over then I felt it. The tip of his cock against my sore pussy." Sarah explained as she started to pant heavily feeling her panties growing damp all over again with her excitement, "I promised him I'd be a good girl from then on if he didn't but he said a whore will always be a whore. He shoved it in so fast it knocked the wind out of me. I felt his hands as he leaned over me reaching around to pinch and grope my nipples. I...I won't lie. I started to push my hips back to meet him, it was like my body just took over. His cock was moving so fast and I got so...so lost in the moment I didn't even hear what he had whispered to me until it was over and I felt the warmth of his cum suddenly spilling out of me. He told me he was going to put a baby in me." Sarah looks up at Father Wilson desperately as she watched him from behind. "Father please! Help me I can't become pregnant with his child I just can't then the world will know my sin and I'll be forever marked as whore for certain this time." She pleaded At last an opening, Father Wilson turned to her and motioned for her to come kneel in front of him by the alter. "Your tears and pleas do not fall on deaf ears my child. You are not the first to become stained by their parents sins and I know how to absolve you of it. I as a messenger of god will cleanse your womb of this vial seed that is trying to take root in it." He looked down watching the hope flicker in her eyes. It was all too easy. Disgustingly easy. Like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit or in this case a cock in front of a hungry whore. "Y-you can do that? Really?" "Of course my child, as a vessel of god the Holy Spirit will act through me, when I embrace you it will be in gods arms you are held. When I move inside of you it will be the Holy Ghost that is entering you, and when I spill my seed in you it will be the divine seed of heaven that will overflow from you." Father Wilson explained almost considering for a moment the prospect of changing his career to cult leader cause if he could sell her on this idea surely he could make almost any bitch believe. Sarah quickly moved closer kneeling before him and nodded adamantly "Yes! Yes that is exactly what I want father! Please! Do what you must with me to make it happen!" "Then show the lord your willingness to accept his seed my child take off those clothes, so that he may look upon your body that needs his attention so gravely." Father Wilson instructed pleased with his own sells pitch as she began to disrobe for him. For so long he had watched her sitting in the pews. Her round c cup melons always straining to remain in the fabric of her push up bra and her legs always kept parted ever so slightly so he could occasionally glimpse her panties or on the rarest of treats her bare pussy on days she felt extremely shameless. Still never in his wildest dreams did he imagine just how wonderful her body really was without her Sunday best. Her breast sat still firm and high on her chest, her nipples already hardened into tiny points. Probably thrilled from retelling her daddy's cock inside of her. Of course his eyes quickly darted down to her shaven pussy noticing how it glistened with her wetness already. "My dear child were you aroused by telling me of your fathers cock deep inside of you?" She looked down shamefully, "Y-yes Father...I don't know why. I'm so sorry." "It seems you need much deeper cleansing then I thought." Wilson said in a stern tone as he began to disrobe, "You will have to work hard to show god how much you truly want his seed now." His cock sprung out excitedly once the heavy robe was finally off of him. The tip was already dripping with his pre-cum as he moved closer to her. "Go on my dear I think you of all people should know just what to do." Wilson tried to hide his grin as he watched the young girls tongue sliding along his shaft eager to prove herself. A groan left his lips as he felt her tongue reach his ball sack greedily sucking one ball into her mouth then moving over to the other, "Oh heavenly father that's good!" It wasn't but a second longer before he felt her hot lips wrapping around his cock as she took him deep into her throat moaning with her mouth filled to the brim. Father Wilson quickly reached down gripping a fist full of the blonde locks covering her head thrusting his hips roughly to her shock. Sarah gagged suddenly as she tried to relax her throat quickly feeling yet another rough thrust. It certainly wasn't her first time being mouth fucked but she normally always at least had a warning first. Father Wilson held her head steady as his hips quickly went into motion , his thick swollen head reaching deep into the back of the throat each time. He could feel the drool seeping out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin as it stuck to his ball sack each time it smacked her face when he would thrust. "Oh fuck! That's it you little whore, open up wide so I can fill up that filthy mouth of yours!" Father Wilson shouted before thinking, he worried for a moment perhaps he had said too much and she would be on to him. But to his joyful surprise he looked down to as her hand fast as work rubbing away at her clit as her hips rocked back and forth urging her to the point of orgasm as she tried to moan with her mouth full of his cock still. With caution thrown to the window Father Wilson grabbed both sides of her head firmly and began to buck his hips like it was the last ride of his life. Sarah's eyes widened as her mouth was assaulted over and over again by the throbbing angry member until suddenly she tasted the explosion of hot thick cum running down the back of her throat as he held her head still forcing her to drink it all down before releasing her. Sarah reeled backwards for a moment as she felt light headed with the room spinning while she gasped to catch her breath. Father Wilson was not about to give her time to recover though quickly he moved her up to the alter lifting her up and sitting her bare ass upon the holy surface as he greedily buried his face between her legs sucking and nibbling on her clit as more cream came dripping out of her twitching eager hole. "Mmmm!!" Sarah began to pur as her hips rocked eagerly rubbing her pussy against his face as she ran her hands into his sandy brown hair while she panted, "Oooooh God!! Father Wilson!!" She screamed in ecstasy feeling his tongue darting deep inside of her as his hand feverishly rubbed her clit causing her thighs to twitch wildly as her body spasmed feeling another orgasm building deep inside her about to rip through her body once more. "Oh shit!! I'm...I'm gonna cum!! Father I'm cumming!!" Her back arched as she laid back onto the table overwhelmed rocking her hips wildly as her cum squirted out catching Father Wilson by happy surprise as he started to rub her clit faster and spanking it hard dragging her orgasm on to see just how much she might squirt out for him. After a few more tiny squirts Sarah's body lay limp and exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm on the altar. It was finally time, she was completely his. For far too long he had been dreaming of burying his dick inside this pussy and cumming all over it. Today was truly a day of blessings indeed. Slowly he grabbed her thighs sliding her closer to the edge of the table until the tip of his cock pushed her lips open and rested against her cunt hole. Slowly he pushed his way in watching with great joy as her pussy stretched to swallow the full girth of his cock as he sank into her slowly letting her greedy pussy pull him the whole way in. Sarah's back arched and moaned as she wiggled her hips eagerly sliding her pussy along his cock slightly "mmmhhhmmm! Father please! I can't take much more!" She begged impatiently waiting. Father Wilson grinned watching her and the look of disappointment on her face and he slowly started to pull almost the full way out looking down and admiring her cum soaking his cock for a moment before thrusting it back in swift and hard causing her to let out a joyful yelp of surprise. "Don't worry my child. I will not stop until your cunt whole is bathed in the seed of the lord!" Father Wilson moaned deeply as he grabbed the back of her thighs pushing him up against her stomach and chest almost folding her up as his cock thrusting even deeper into her hitting the back of her womb with each thrust. She screamed beneath him wildly with pleasure the faster we went until he could once again feel her cum squirting out where it could around his thick cock. "God here it comes!" He shouted feeling the tightness in his balls as he suddenly felt his cum gushing deep into her pussy filling her up womb as she gripped the sides of the altar moaning and screaming in relief. Slowly Father Wilson moved his hips back letting his cock pop out of her, he kept her legs held up as he looked down into her still stretched pussy admiring all the cum deep inside of her as a little spilled out each time it twitched running quickly down her ass to her puckered hole. Sarah was smiling over joyed with relief, "I...I think It worked Father! I feel better already!" She exclaimed happily to him and he nodded approvingly. "I am glad my child, but just to be safe, we should make a regular ritual of this, at least until we are certain the holy seed takes root in you." Cleansing Sinner Stepping into the shower, I gasped as the hot, steamy water sprayed my back. My body ached; this cold was taking its toll on me. I hoped the shower would offer some relief for my tired muscles. I needed to relax and get some sleep. I stood there, letting the water pelt against my back, turning slowly, and enjoying the gentle massage on my body. I began singing to the CD I had playing in the background. Not very well, but I was sure Guns and Roses wouldn’t mind. Belting out the lyrics to November Rain, loud and off key. I didn’t hear you come in over the noisy din of my singing. So when you stepped into the shower, I jumped in surprise, dropping the soap. “Aren’t you going to pick that up?” you grinned wickedly. Catching my breath, I playfully smacked you. Still startled by your appearance and excited at having you here with me. My Sinner. I stared at you, drinking in your body. The broad shoulders, strong chest, and yes, that beautiful cock standing at attention for me. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.” “I came to provide you with some TLC,” You replied, “and now I’m going to scrub your back.” Grabbing the sponge, you soaped it up and turned me around. You started at my shoulders and gently massaged my neck, pressing your body closer to my back. As you rubbed the sponge down my back, I felt your cock pressed hard between my ass cheeks. Turning to face you, I snatched the sponge away and began rubbing your chest. Paying close attention to your nipples, I tweaked one between my thumb and forefinger. A slight moan escaped your lips, prompting me to pleasure you more. Moving the sponge slowly across your belly, down to your waiting cock. Stroking your shaft with the sponge, I pushed you back against the shower wall. “I think there is something here that needs a little more TLC than me.” I teased, stroking your cock. Kneeling in the tub, hot water hitting my back, I wrapped my lips around the head of your cock, my tongue darting out to lick and tease it. Reaching down to massage your balls, cupping them in my palm and feeling their heft. I licked slowly up the vein on your shaft, running my tongue just underneath the head. You grabbed my hair, and pulled my mouth over your cock, your hips slowly moving back and forth. I sucked your cock deep into my mouth, feeling it pulse against my throat, my lips tugging the skin up as I pull back. Placing my hands on your ass, I move your hips slowly back and forth, letting your cock fuck my mouth. “Oh yes baby!” you moaned, gripping my head tighter. Feeling your balls tighten, I begin to suck harder and faster, dragging my teeth along the skin gently, and licking along the shaft. I stroked your cock into my mouth, my thumb pressing deep into the base. Your hips moved in rhythm with my mouth. “Cum for me sinner.” I begged, seeing the pleasure in your eyes. “I want to taste you, to feel your hot cum sliding down my throat.” My throat muscles were tight around your cock. I could feel it begin to twitch and pulse against my tongue. Grabbing your ass, I shoved your cock in deep just as you began to cum. The hot, thick juice filling my mouth and down my throat. Your hips slowed, your cock rested in my mouth, as I sucked every drop down. I gently kissed and licked it, before pulling away, and smiling at you. “I’m glad you came sinner, and I’m very happy you’ve cum.” I laughed, reaching for your lips. You kissed me passionately, licking and sucking on my lips and tongue. I felt so much better. It was amazing what a hot shower can do for a tired, achy body. Not to mention, a little sin is good for the sinner. Cleansing Waters She lounged desultorily on the deck behind her Brentwood home in Los Angeles, waiting for the arrival of the pool man, and idly thought back on what had brought her here.... As a co-ed at Southern Methodist in Dallas, she ran in "all the right circles", a reach for a Big Thicket country girl from East Texas - but she was smart, smart enough to get a full-boat scholarship to S.M.U. She'd been the first in her family ever to go to college. Recalling the day she'd met her future husband at a Southwest Conference baseball game with Texas - one of her Tri-Delt sorority sisters' brother was the first baseman for the Longhorns, while the man who became her hubby played third - she smiled wistfully; since their whirl-wind courtship and his graduation with a degree in Petroleum Geology, she'd seen less and less of him. And where was he now? Malaysia? Indonesia? While she was grateful for the lifestyle his salary brought them, his continued long absences in the service of Tenneco were straining their relationship. The sound of a truck engine in the drive snapped her out of her reverie. Putting down her mimosa, she went to open the fence gate to admit the pool serviceman. She was surprised to see, instead of the tanned teen-ager she'd expected, a man of about forty. He smiled, and said with a trace of an accent, "Here to clean your pool, Ma'am" Returning to her drink and her Jackie Collins novel, she glanced over at him as he assiduously went about his business. When he was about done, she offered him a glass of lemonade; he accepted with alacrity. Shortly emerging from the kitchen with another mimosa for herself and a tall glass of homemade lemonade for him, she motioned him to the picnic table under the canvas canopy in the yard. Evident of her growing curiosity over a man who didn't "fit the mold" of the standard Southern California pool-boy, she asked him, "Where are you from? Louisiana?" She thought his speech was redolent of the Cajuns she'd known from across the Sabine River near her hometown in East Texas. "Me? I'm from Montreal.", he replied. "I'm a masseur by training; I used to be employed by the largest service in Quebec, but one of our clients had a stroke while being massaged, a fatal one, and we kind of scattered because we couldn't afford, either personally or professionally, the law-suits we feared were sure to come...." "Mmm", she replied, "I would just love a massage right about now - how'd you like to give me one?" He answered, "Well, I don't have my equipment with me - I've been doing pool work since I came to California, just to pay the bills, and besides, I'm not licenced in this State." She responded, "Oh, nonsense! Skill is more important than any license - and I have some baby oil, and a chaise-lounge in the sun-porch. Will that do? I'll pay your usual rate. Please?" He said, "Well, OK. I'll need you to remove your bikini, and drape a towel across your derriere, then call me...." She went to the linen-closet and withdrew a large white terry-cloth towel; quickly shucking her bikini, she lay face-down on the chaise and announced, "I'm all ready!" He came in and went immediately to work. Lightly rubbing his hands over her dry skin to warm it, he moved them in a looping circular pattern over her back, then down her thighs and calves, leaving the area of her round, firm cheeks beneath the towel untouched. Opening the bottle of baby oil, he dribbled a little over her back and down her legs. Kneading her flesh expertly, his fingers probing deeply, he found and reduced the tight spots in the musculature beneath her tanned skin. He noted with approval that she had almost no bikini-line; she'd obviously often tanned au naturelle. Lifting the towel, he worked the oil into her buttocks, mentally noting how toned they were. He then replaced the towel and tapped her on her shoulder to turn over, glancing away to let her retain her modesty. He turned back to see her with the towel laid lengthwise from her neck to her knees; folding it to expose her breasts, he noted that her nipples were already thoroughly perked. Lightly, he rubbed his hands over them and the surrounding skin as he had on her back. He poured a thin, wavy line down from her collar-bones to the edge of the towel, right below her navel, adding a drop or three into it, then took a drop on his finger and tapped each nipple... she smiled and said, "My, haven't you got the technique!" He smiled as well.... She looked briefly down at the front of his trousers and saw they were pronouncedly tented. This could turn out better than she'd expected, she thought. He worked the oil into her skin, more slowly and gently than he had on her back, eliciting a sigh from her as he lifted and squeezed her breasts, taking the nipple of each and rolling it between his finger-tips, then working down her ribs and abdomen. He eyed her as he removed the towel and folded it, setting it aside; sexual want was becoming insistent in his mind, matching the hardness in his loins. He dribbled an "s"-shaped trail of oil down her tummy, letting the last few drops fall into the cleft of her slit, still demurely closed to him, and slathered it around her hair. Reaching down with his thumbs, he stroked the outsides of her labia, being careful to leave her clitoris, protruding like a ripe peach, untouched. Working the oil into her thighs and shins distractedly, he completed the full-body massage, then, impulsively; bent down and lightly flicked her clit once with his tongue. She started, with the hoped-for but really unexpected sexual stimulation, and opened her legs to him. He licked the entire length of her slit, and then probed her deeply, corkscrewing his tongue inside her, then spiraled it around her clit as she gasped and stroked the front of his trousers. Quickly doffing them, he let her run her hand up and down his rigid cock a few times, then climbed upon her and, looking down, slipped it inside her, flexing his hips to fill her completely, stretching her, his balls dragged far down his shaft by the depth of his penetration into her. He withdrew partially, then began to thrust with long, slow strokes, feeling the myriad bumps and ridges inside her, glorying in the delight he felt within her. He felt her legs cross behind his buttocks, then climb higher, over the small of his back. He paused and, holding his cock pressed tightly inside her, raised her legs over his shoulders to get as much as possible into her. He could feel her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he accelerated his pace, feeling her vibrate and sensing the moment of his climax was fast approaching. "Come, baby, come!" he encouraged her, then they were there - a guttural roar escaping his throat when he geysered into her as she bucked frantically beneath him. In moments, the storm of passion, which had ravaged the shores of their souls, had subsided. He raised up and removed her legs from his shoulders to reduce the strain on her, smiling into her eyes as his shortening cock slipped out of her, lying wetly against her thigh. He lay on her momentarily, their hearts hammering an inch apart, squeezing her shoulders to tell her how good it'd been for him, and then rolled off her. He knelt alongside the chaise, gently sucking her nipples, then reached for the towel and lightly cleaned their commingled juices from between her legs, then from his slackened cock. As he dressed slowly, she asked him, "Well, what do I owe you?" He smiled broadly and replied, "Why, Madame - I've already been paid, and grandly so!" She gazed into his eyes and smiled radiantly showing her perfect, white teeth. Rising from the chaise, she took his hand into hers and led him to the poolside. She dove in cleanly, with barely a ripple and smoothly glided underwater to the middle of the pool, her head breaking the surface of the water, she turned to look for him. When she didn't see him, she slowly turned in the water scanning the pool deck, her heart sinking as she realized he was gone. She started for the edge of the pool, when suddenly, she felt fingers close around her ankle and pull her down before she could let out a scream. Then just as quickly as it had happened, she was free, kicking her legs for the surface, she came up gasping for air, her heart racing wildly. Turning quickly, she saw the smiling face of her lover; her relief turned to pique, as she was not accustomed to such boldness from men. She splashed water at him and swam for the steps, pouting, but before she could climb out, he reached her and pulled her back to him. She struggled to get away, but he only held her tighter and pinned her wrists behind her back, holding them with one hand. He kissed and licked her neck down to her breasts, first sucking in one nipple then moving to the other, his grip on her loosening as her struggles give way to passion. Hearing her moans, he lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the pool; he raised her legs up over his shoulders and moved to run his tongue along her slit. Sucking in her breath, she leaned back on her hands and dug her heels into his back, pushing her pussy hard to his face. He eagerly complied by sucking her clit into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth gently; she went wild as she felt him push two fingers deep into her pussy and bucked her hips to meet his thrusts. Delirious with want, she pulled at his head to make him come up to her, she hungrily watched as he exited the water in one smooth movement and moved over her. She put her hands to his chest and pushed him back, telling him "Please lie down!" He grinned and leaned back on his elbows, watching her as she bent to take his already hard cock into her mouth, pausing to flick her tongue across the tip of his swollen head. Moving her lips down the length of his throbbing cock, delighting at the feel of him jerking with pleasure, she bobbed her head up and down, tracing her tongue along the protruding veins of his cock. Hearing him groan, she slipped him into her throat and then raising her head, she lightly dragged her teeth up his cock to the head, sucking it hard. She released him and moved to straddle his hips, moaning loudly as he filled her completely. He grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth on his cock as he thrust into her. Faster, they moved together as their passion built and finally her orgasm exploded, soaking him; he thrust hard into her twice more and clasped her tight to him as he jetted his come high into her womb. Exhausted, she fell over him as he kissed her forehead and held her in his arms until their breathing became regular again. They stood and walked together over to the chaise; she watched as he dressed. He embraced her and kissed her deeply, then turned with a smile and strode toward the gate. She watched him close the gate behind him, then turned and walked to the house, humming along with the country song playing on the radio...