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Diana

By: Hornyman69WithU



There was a girl, Diana, who ran with my group in the latter part of high school and early college years. A real intellectual, she was a very pretty redhead with a fantastic body, but, unlike ALL the rest of us, she remained a virgin through high school.

She had some sort of "medical condition" that prevented her from getting a drivers license, so I often ended up being the one who had to take her home, which was in a tiny rural town several light years from the big city the rest of us lived in. 

When we asked what her problem was, she would say no more than, "It's a complex neural syndrome that is poorly understood." Other than her not fucking, she seemed perfectly normal, so we let it go at that and always enjoyed her company.

Though I went to a different college my freshman year, she went to the same university that most in our crowd went to, and started seeing my good friend Tom there that year. Suave operator that he is, they were dating and having sex in no time. 

However, at the point of orgasm, she would have an incredibly strange experience, and though he said she was a good girlfriend and lover (he taught her everything she knew-ha!), he found those experiences—which occurred every time she climaxed—so disturbing that he broke up with her after just a few months. 

Though he told me in detail about them, I'm intentionally saving the description for later in the story, so please read on.

My sophomore year I transferred to her university, and since we lived in the college town only a few blocks apart, I saw Diana occasionally, though not very often. We had known one another a long time and were friends, but not close friends. However, like clockwork, she would call me two weeks before school breaks for a ride home. Her sister lived near my parents, so it was convenient to drop her off there in lieu of driving to her parents' home in West Nowheresville.

The drive was a full day, so we always had lots of time to talk. Eventually, we came around to the topic of her medical condition. For the first time, she talked freely about it. Diana said she had an extremely rare condition, the most similar condition being epilepsy, though it was different, with an altogether different cause.

The thing that was similar was that she would have "seizures" of a sort resembling those of grand mal epilepsy. Only her seizures rarely gave forewarning, and the triggers for them were very difficult to establish. She said, though, that very emotional or exciting events would sometimes precipitate a seizure. I certainly had no trouble remembering Tom's description of these, but I politely said nothing about that and just listened.

The drugs that were prescribed to her to prevent the seizures were not at all specific, but rather central nervous system depressants that knocked her out to such an extent that she stopped taking them, regarding the treatment as worse than the seizures themselves.

I won't bore you with the scientific stuff, but I took several classes from a well-known professor of psycho-biology who specialized in this area, during that period of time. Turns out Diana was already working with him and his team, which had developed a more targeted drug treatment for her condition. She said the new experimental drug did not make her groggy, and she had not had a single seizure since using it.

We talked for a long time about all this, and I really enjoyed the conversation. Diana was a really brainy gal with excellent interpersonal communication skills. Even so, she was a bit formal in manner, and the fact that she always wore dresses just reinforced that. I never once saw her in slacks or jeans, and her dresses were very expensive and immaculately pressed and, well, "dressy."

So, during our drive, she, as usual, had on a dress. It's being the beginning of Spring Break and rather warm weather there in the South, she had on a beautiful cotton dress in a bright floral print, knee-length, with a halter style top. Naturally, my eyes drifted from the road to her eyes to her considerable cleavage and to the road and back to her cleavage ever so often.

We made excellent time on the road, and arrived at her sister's way ahead of schedule. My parents were not due to be home for another couple of hours, and Diana said her older sister was out of town and would not be back until the following day, when they would drive together over to their parent's farm. 

After I pulled into the driveway, Diana gave me gas money and dug the keys to her sister's house from her purse and was about to say goodbye when she noticed the half joint still sitting in my ashtray that we'd never finished on the road, and suggested we go inside and do it up. Diana sure liked to smoke pot—other people's pot!

I had plenty more weed, and nowhere to be for a while, so doing a doobie sounded good to me. I was not dating anyone at the time, and she had not dated anyone in a long time. I was, therefore, even more horny than usual, and the thought of getting it on with Diana briefly crossed my mind, though that seemed about as likely as a meteor falling on my head. 

I helped her with her luggage inside, and we made ourselves comfortable on the couch and fired up the j. Her sister's Persian cat was starved for attention, jumped up in Diana's lap, and began butting its head against her breasts, which didn't seem to bother Diana in the least. Didn't bother me either, and made me just that much more horny.

Before long, we began talking about our mutual friends and their current significant others, at which time I mentioned that I was not seeing anyone and it "had been a while." Diana said she knew what I meant, and very matter-of-factly said she "liked sex just as much as the next person." 

She said this as though she was referring to French fries--straightforward and without the least bit of naughtiness. I badly wanted to jump her bones, but was not sure how I should respond to this. After all, I'd been nothing more than friends with her for three years, and her comment was flat neutral without even a hint of a come-on.

I screwed up my nerve, braced myself for a slap in the face, and, mimicking her matter-of-fact tone, said, "Well, I'm a 'next person'." 

"You mean you and I have sex?" Diana asked, raising one of her slim red eyebrows. 

"Well, yes. I'm not at all interested in Puss 'n Boots here," I replied, trying to relieve some of the tension. 

She looked me straight in the eye, paused, and said, ever so casually, "Sure, that would be fine."

I could hardly believe my ears as her response ricocheted around in my head like a game of Pong on amphetamines. Momentarily paralyzed, I somehow managed to choke out, "Well, let's get naked." She dumped the cat on the floor, kicked off her heels, stood up, and proceeded to remove her clothes in the same ho-hum manner.

Unhurriedly, Diana untied the bow of the halter behind her head, unzipped the dress down the side, and let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, she removed her white panties, folded them and the dress neatly, laid them on the back of the couch, and just stood there with a faint smile, completely nude and silent. As she did this, I, too, undressed in like manner, neatly folding my clothes and placing them on the other end of the couch.

Wow!!! Was Diana ever dy-no-mite! Sure, I'd seen her cleavage many a time (957 times that very day, to be precise) but that was it, and I was reminded in a most delicious way that in all the time I'd known her, I'd never seen any part of the rest of her big boobs, her legs above the knees, or any part of her mid-riff. No, she'd never been seen in a swimsuit or shorts, always donning an expensive dress at even the most casual of functions. She was a voluptuous beauty, made all the better due to her body having been hidden from view for so long. 

My eyes roamed all over her. What was her best part? Hell, all of them were in a dead heat! She had thick red hair, falling to just below her shoulders, which framed a face of timeless perfection. Very fair skinned with a few freckles, her hazel eyes shined brightly over an aquiline nose situated over smooth red lips and a natural white smile no orthodontist could possibly improve. A Greek in 400 BC would have found her face just as pretty as any modern man. 

Though of average height, she was not of average build, with "proportionate" being the key word here. Everything went perfectly with everything else. Her 36D breasts would have looked oversized had her shoulders and arms not matched them, and the nipples and small diameter areolas, with nary a bump, were the same color and just as smooth as her lips. Diana had obviously avoided the sun, the freckles evenly distributed all over her fair skin, even on the tops of her luscious, lily-white breasts.

Her waist flared dramatically inward, but she was not skinny, having a lovely cushion of compound curves around her tummy, punctuated by the enticing vortex of her deep navel. Below, soft hips flared back out like a Michelangelo sculpture, but nothing obscured from view her red pubes, growing not quite bushy enough to conceal a deep crease from Pussyland extending up into a bulging mons. Incredibly smooth legs tapered to small, arched feet, the nails painted deep red to match the polish on the long nails of her exquisitely manicured hands.

In a word, she was beautiful, and we were about to enjoy the pleasures of sex. And all I had to do for it was ask politely!!!

Normally, when I've got the sexual green light, I waist no time, but it was different that day with Diana. We just stood there for like 5 minutes gazing at each others' nude bodies. I slowly stepped over to her and gently kissed her lips as I ran my fingers through her soft, thick red hair. She kissed back ever so lightly while softly tracing her nails through my own hair.

Since I was much taller than she, my fully erect penis was rubbing on her velvet-soft tummy while I introduced my tongue into the kissing. She responded with her agile tongue, though still kissing extremely gently. She was a great kisser, and I increased my lip pressure and pace. Again, Diana responded in kind, reciprocating to my actions by kissing back harder. I slid my hands down to her buns, squeezing them and massaging them. No tiny butt, her proportionately ample buns were nevertheless shapely, soft, and so smooth. Accordingly, she squeezed my buns at the same time as we continued to French kiss.

I was thrusting my tool ever more vigorously on her stomach, her lovely belly button so deep and soft it was not unlike a pussy, and most girls would have by then taken hold of a hard cock to play with. But I could see already that Diana was not like most girls. Where I led, she would surely follow, but she did not initiate anything. How very interesting. Not exactly a bad thing, but very different, for sure. I supposed this is how my friend Tom who had dated her had taught her to be. OK, fine. I would be the actor-director of this scene of Sex at Sister's, and Diana would be the oh-so-compliant actress.

I sat on the edge of the couch and pulled Diana to stand in front of me so I could easily play with her magnificent boobs. So soft, so pliable, they draped from her chest with just the right "pendulosity," though someday the inexorable forces of gravity would surely pull them too far down, but that was twenty years hence. 

I squeezed, petted, and kissed them, burying my face in their softness. Though her nipples were not perma-pokies, as soon as I licked and sucked them, they pointed up rigid and hard, absorbing nearly all the surrounding quarter-size areolas. She made a barely audible cooing sound. 

I steered her down to her knees and placed my cock between those delightful orbs, but she did not squeeze them around my shaft until I took her hands in mine and showed her what to do. Once I showed her what to do, without hesitation, she expertly titty-fucked me. 

You would think a girl would just take it upon herself at that point to suck me, but, again, I had to tell her what to do. Dutifully, she did just what I said. "Lick it up and down." And she did. "Put it in your mouth." And she did. "Suck on it." And she did. "Harder." And she did. "Put it in deeper and go all the way down and back." And she did. She did all this quite well, but I had to direct every bit of the action. Different, but still great. 

I lay her back on the couch, spread her legs, and placed her feet on my shoulders. I was ready to go down on her, but took a moment to enjoy her wonderful feet. I don't think she had ever gone barefoot, as they were so incredibly soft and fleshy, so I nibbled and massaged them while I played with her boobs. All the while she looked me straight in the eye, hardly blinking, waiting attentively for my next instruction.

Her red pubes were very soft, too, not like typical, wiry pubic hair, and it was also not nearly so curly as is usually the case, so I was able to easily part it to expose her pussy and savor the sight of its beauty. Her pussy lips were so much like her facial lips, medium thick, and the same russet color. Though her bush, like the hair on her head, was particularly dense, it did not grow real close to her labia or clit, so I was able to lick and suck them with very little interference. It was easy to peel the hood back from her swollen little clit, which I nibbled and sucked with relish. Like before, she made a barely audible coo as I did so.

Her pussy quickly became very wet, and I introduced a finger, then another, then another into her vagina as I continued the lick-sucking ministrations on her clitoris for quite a long time. Her cooing became faster paced, but was still barely audible. Her pussy was just the right size for me, a little bigger than average, and I bent her legs further back and spread them wider before rubbing my cock up and down between her lips and across her clit.

Though I was aching to enter her, I decided to keep that rubbing action up until she herself could wait no longer and would guide me in. Never happened. I fully believe I would still be there doing that had I not put it in her myself. At least I got a new sound a bit louder out of her, as she gasped upon my entry. At first, I fucked her very slowly and deliberately, taking long, deep strokes as she breathed in unison, watching her wonderful breasts heave up and down, up and down. 

Gradually, I picked up the pace, and I must say, her pussy felt as good as any I'd ever been in. I began to thumb her clit as I thrust away, and her cooing became ever so slightly louder and faster. Then the weirdest thing ever happened.

Her green eyes, up until now so wide and bright, began to roll back beneath her lids. They'd disappear for a moment, then reappear, then disappear again a little longer, until they were completely out of sight, at which point her lids began to quiver, then gradually her whole body, too, until she began to shake quite violently. Sounds from the depths of hell emanated from her mouth, loud and hideous--absolutely freakish!

I remembered what Tom had told me about her. What should I do? Apparently, this was one of those "emotional triggers" that, despite her new medication, precipitated a seizure. Should I keep fucking her or stop? I stopped for a moment, but her reaction continued unabated. She was flailing about and hellish sounds that reminded me of those from The Exorcist were bouncing off the walls. 

Though I had been on the brink of cumming, this scene had put the kibosh on that. I continued to pound her while carefully observing her. She appeared to be cumming, with the distinct look of sexual ecstasy on her face, but it was like no other orgasm I'd ever witnessed. Then, she made an eardrum-splitting shriek, and, but for her heavy breathing, just lay there perfectly still with her eyes now closed. I grabbed her big tits, pushed them together, buried my head in the canyon of cleavage, and pumped her warm and wet pussy hard and fast, concentrating with all my might, and finally exploded inside her in a strange concatenation of anxiety and pleasure. 

In fifteen minutes—the longest fifteen minutes of my life—she finally "came to," opening her eyes and looking lost. She looked at me—naked—looked down at herself—naked—then ran a hand down to her cum-filled pussy and back to her nose. I could tell that she was only at that moment figuring out what had been occurring.

"Are you OK, Diana?" 

"I'm fine, just fine. How are you?" 

"Well, I'm fine, thank you. It's you I'm worried about, Diana. I think you had a seizure. Is there anything I can do?" 

"No. Yes, I did have an episode (she never referred to them as "seizures"), but I never remember anything afterward. The only way I can tell is from evidence left over. We're both nude, your penis is half erect, and there's sperm leaking out of me, so I can see we had sex. It's the first time I've had sex since being on the new meds, and like before, it looks like it's still an episode trigger. I've had one every time I've had an orgasm. I've been told it's kind of freaky, so I apologize. Episodes cause retroactive amnesia. The last thing I remember is giving you gas money in your car; everything that happens the half hour or so before an episode is a total blank."

That was the one and only time I had sex with Diana, and to think Tom endured her seizures for the entire three months he dated her is impossible for me to fathom. Let's hope medical science came up with a drug that enabled her to climax without triggering a seizure. 

I 'm still puzzled that Diana said she "liked sex just as much as the next person," as she would have no memory of the experience. I suppose Tom told her she appeared to being enjoying sex, so she took his word for it!

Diana



He lay on the concrete. His hands clasped behind his head and he curled into a ball to protect all of the most vital parts of his anatomy. He was bleeding, bruised, in pain and vaguely wondering if there were any internal injuries. 'And for what? A belief?'  A belief that had gotten him shunned by his peers, kicked out of his home, 'out of my family really', and now beaten. All for a necklace they had thrown back at him.

He risked opening his eyes when no blow had come for a few minutes. Lying with him on the concrete, covered in spit and grime, was that very necklace. He couldn't see clearly but he recognized what he would have once considered his most beloved possession. Now he didn't know if it was worth it.

He heard footsteps approaching rapidly. There was only one set, and they sounded too light to be the same men but he was taking no chances. He curled up and waited for the rain of strikes to begin again. He felt light hands rest on his arm and relaxed slightly, instinct overruling caution. He opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly, refusing to relinquish his protective shell.

A woman kneeled next to him eyes wide with concern. He couldn't make out anything about her through the haze of pain and tears covering his sight. He began to unfold only to curl up once more, an immediate reaction to the pain lancing throughout his body. An arm wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him to her for comfort. She was murmuring something but he couldn't understand her. He added a ceaseless ringing in his ears to the list of injuries.

Slowly she helped him to his feet. Carefully she began to guide him away from the terrible scene. He was conscious of sitting during their agonizing trek, so maybe they traveled by car, or maybe he just needed to stop frequently to rest. They ended up in an unfamiliar bedroom. He thought he remembered stairs so probably an apartment.

She peeled off the filthy pants and damaged shirt to inspect his wounds. As she shifted him painfully this way and that for a better look she spoke soothing words. Slowly he began to understand them. She was mostly talking to herself, cataloging his injuries, but she continued to assure him they were minor or superficial. As she cleaned and bandaged them she commended his luck in avoiding any internal injuries. He knew better though. There might be no broken bones or damaged organs but he remembered how he felt looking at the necklace.

She stopped, his body was taken care of but she seemed to realize that he had suffered far greater damage through the attack. She knelt on the bed, legs folded under her, and once again wrapped her arms around him. She sung wordlessly as they rocked back and forth, holding him as he cried. Slowly the pain fled, leaving him empty. He felt betrayed; by a world that claimed to cherish freedom, by his family and by his beliefs. All had turned their backs on him.

She stroked his hair, reminding him that one person could still care for a stranger. He looked up and once again tears clouded his vision. This time however they could not mask her beauty or grace. It was a natural beauty, full of life and promise, not like the pinup girls of centerfolds or the anorexia of runways. Her hair was unkempt, but stylish as it glowed in the moonlight from the large window. In the dark he couldn't tell it's color, or that of her eyes, but it didn't matter. It was her power and radiance that inspired him the most.

A hand brushed his cheek. "You need to rest." Her voice was musical, but the command in it was unquestionable. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead lightly before lowering him to the pillows. He struggled to stay awake as she shifted the sheets across him. There was something he was supposed to say.

Suddenly he remembered. "Who are you?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed she smiled gently down at him cocooned in warm sheets. "You can call me Diana."

"Thank you Diana. For everything." She smiled a knowing smile as sleep took him.

When he awoke in the morning he felt considerably better. His body was sore but everything seemed to work. She wasn't in the hotel room so he quickly got dressed in freshly cleaned clothes and hurried downstairs. She wasn't in the lobby. He went to the desk to ask after her. The concierge informed him that she had paid for the room very early and left but she had left something for him.. He was devastated but he waited for the man to retrieve the item from the back room.

When the man came out he recognized it immediately. His heart leapt as he once again held it in his hands and stared in wonder. There, cleaned and polished, lay his most beloved necklace. The same that had been left, in the confusion and anger, in the alley the night before.



Diana and I Suck a Cock



I watched as Diana slipped a short black, wrap-around dress over her head and pulled the belt tight. She was only wearing a tiny pair of wispy black lace panties and sheer thigh-high stockings under the dress.

She sat down next to me and pulled on her matching high heel shoes.

She turned to me and lightly kissed me with her full lips.

"I'm ready to go." she said and stood up.

I took her hand and we walked out to the car. We drove to the restaurant, parked the car, and went in. We had made reservations and had arrived early. We were both nervous and I ordered drinks.

As we sipped our drinks, we talked about the plans we had made for this evening. We had called Steve after exchanging erotic messages with him on an adult chat line and decided to meet him. The idea and the mental pictures of watching her with Steve intrigued me. Diana is a very sensual lover and always willing to try just about anything. 

I had been watching the entry into the bar and spotted Steve looking around. I slipped out of the booth and walked over to him. We shook hands and smiled nervously at each other.

"Follow me." I said walking to the booth.

I admitted to myself that he was every bit as good looking as I had described him to Diana. He was my height, six foot, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

I introduced them and he slid in to the booth next to Diana. I sat down next to her.

The waitress came over and we ordered a round of drinks.

We decided to eat our meal in the lounge and ordered. The three of us made small talk and you could feel the sexual tension building throughout the meal. The waitress cleared the table as the band started playing. Diana took turns dancing with each of us, clearly enjoying being the center of attention, not only for us, but also for the other couples in the room and on the dance floor.

During one slow dance, I watched as they pulled each other's bodies closer together. When they walked back, Steve had an enormous bulge, which did not escape my wife's eyes.

"It's time to leave." I said.

Steve followed us home and we walked into the house, Diana leading the way.

"What's your pleasure?" I asked Steve

"Scotch on the rocks."

"Ok", I said," Why don't you show him the house Diana?"

After mixing the drinks I put them on a tray and went into the bedroom.

Diana and Steve were standing at the foot of the bed and kissing each other.

I sat down on one of the chairs and picked up my drink. I sipped and watched as they kissed each other, grinding their pelvic regions into each other. I set my drink down, pulled off my shirt, and kicked off my shoes.

They had stepped back and Steve was unbuttoning his shirt while he was sliding her dress down her shoulders. She pulled his shirt off revealing a tan muscular chest. He pulled her dress down over her hips and my wife stepped out of it and her shoes. Her sexy little panties and thigh-high stockings looked fantastic and oh so sensual.

Steve wet his lips and smiled. "Nice." he said.

Diana reached down and unclasped his belt. She ran her hand up and down his bulge and for the first time, I heard her moan.

The zipper was loud in the room as she pulled it down. She tugged his pants down and pulled each leg off while removing his shoes at the same time.

I stood up and removed my pants and socks.

Diana bent down and pulled Steve's socks off, her face inches from his crotch.

Standing up, she turned around and I could see her erect nipples. Steve moaned and reached out with his hands. He brushed her already hard nipples with his palms and slid his fingers down each nipple, tweaking them.

Diana gasped and putting her hands on his waist pulled their bodies together.

I ran my hand up and down my crotch feeling my own hard cock through the cotton material of my shorts. I sipped my drink and watched as they drove their tongues deeper into each other's mouths.

They were running their hands up and down each other backs and again grinding their groins into each other.

My wife hooked her fingers into the waistband of Steve's shorts and slowly pulled his shorts down.

Steve did the same with her tiny lace panties and I wet my lips as he threw them to me and I put them to my mouth, inhaling the aroma of Diana's wet pussy.

It was her turn and she gasped aloud as his cock literally sprang into view when she pulled his shorts down.

Steve's cock was longer than my cock and thicker.

She moaned as she pulled his shorts down his legs, her unblinking eyes never leaving his prick.

As he picked up first one foot and than the other, stepping from his underwear, his cock swung the other way, slapping against a thigh.

Diana did not stand back up, but knelt in front of Steve. She reached up and clasped his cock in her right hand. He moaned as she slowly stoked it. She moved her left hand up and touched his balls with her fingertips. Diana moved forward and kissed the head of his cock. She stuck out her tongue and touched the tip of his dick. Steve's hips moved back and her hand slid up his cock. She pulled slightly, his hips reversed, and his cock touched her lips.

She stroked his cock a few times and played with his balls, the tip of his cock never leaving her lips. Diana opened her mouth and moved her head forward letting the head of his cock slide between her wet lips. He moaned as more of his cock went into her mouth. I watched her cheeks hollow and knew what he was feeling as she sucked on his cock.

Diana moved her hands up to his waist and pulled on it pushing more of his cock into her mouth.

So far, they had both been moving very slowly, but I knew that that would not last very long.

My beautiful wife swallowed more of his cock and slid her hands up his chest. She found his nipples and pinched them. Steve moaned and shoved his hips forward pushing more of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She pulled her head back and I watched as his wet cock reappeared from between her lips.

She pinched his hard nipples again and sucked on the first couple of inches of his cock, her head moving back and forth. After about a minute of sucking his cock and pinching his nipples, she let his cock fall from her mouth. Diana stood up and kissed him, forcing her tongue between his lips.

She stepped away from Steve and looked at me.

"Is this turning you on?" she asked.

I nodded and said, "God yes. You?"

"Yesss!"

She moved to the head of the bed and pulled the blankets down. She crawled onto the bed and rolled over onto her back. She looked at Steve and said, "Fuck me. Now."

As she spread her legs, Steve crawled between them, his hard-on in one hand.

I moved to the edge of the bed for a better view.

Diana raised her hips and used her fingers to spread her wet cunt lips apart. He ran the head of his cock up and down her wet snatch several times. Diana moaned and pushed her hips higher. He found the entrance to her pussy and pushed forward. His cock slid in and she gasped.

I stood up, pulling my shorts off and watched as his cock disappeared into her pussy.

He started a slow fucking action, not letting his cock go all the way in. She moaned and fucked back, her head turned towards me, her eyes wide.

She wet her lips and said, "God he feels good. His long hard cock is wonderful."

Steve moaned and shoved his cock in. Diana shrieked as his cock bottomed out and she started to fuck it harder and faster. She moaned and I knew she was going to come and she did. She slammed her hips up and came almost violently.

Steve could no longer control himself and yelled, "Oh fuck! I'm coming!"

And he came. His cock was buried to the hilt in Diana's pussy and she groaned as his cum splashed into her pussy. She came again and gasped, sucking in air through her clenched teeth. They slowly fucked each other as they came down from their sexual peaks.

She reached up, pulled his head down, and kissed him. He kissed her back and raised his hips.

I watched as his slimy cum and juicy coated cock slid from her pussy. It was getting soft and looked like a wet pink snake.

Diana sighed as Steve moved his body off her. He lay down next to her on his back and closed his eyes.

She rolled over on her side looking at me.

"Lay down. I want you to suck my pussy." she said.

I lay down on the bed and she raised her legs, straddling my head. I looked up and her cunt hairs were matted with their juices.

I raised my head up and licked up and down her thighs coming closer and closer to her pussy. I could see flecks of white cum in her pubic hairs. I licked at her and sniffed, smelling the love juices. I ran my tongue up and down her slit and swallowed. I could taste her sweet pussy juices intermingled with his slightly bitter and salty cum. I shoved my tongue up into her pussy and she moaned.

Steve's hand had grabbed my cock and he had the head of my cock in his mouth.

I moaned. No man had ever touched my cock and I could not believe how great it felt as he continued to stroke my cock and suck on it.

Diana looked over her shoulder and smiled.

I could not move because she had me pinned to the bed.

He sucked more of my cock into his mouth and I moaned. I gasped as he swallowed more of my cock and all of a sudden, I did not care if it was a woman or a man. Shit he was beyond good!

When Diana realized that I was not going to stop him, she flipped her body around and lowered her pussy again over my face.

I looked down between her legs and watched as Steve swallowed the entire length of my cock.

I moaned and than started breathing more heavily. He was playing with my balls and giving me the blowjob of my life.

I stuck my tongue up and ran it up and down Diana's snatch. She moaned and lowered her hips sending my tongue deeper into her pussy.

"He is sucking all of your cock." Diana said.

I moaned as he started to steadily suck on my cock and play with my balls.

I shoved my tongue in and out of her pussy with renewed energy and she groaned.

I felt Steve's mouth stop on the way up my cock. He sucked on the head of my cock and ran his tongue around the ridge of my cock. I gasped at the feelings and moved my head back. I stuck my tongue out and rammed it into Diana's tight little sweet ass-hole.

She gasped and I tongue fucked her ass.

"God! Yes! Lick my ass!" she yelled.

All three of us moaned at the same time as the feelings started to overwhelm us.

I realized that my wife was finger-fucking herself and playing with her clit as I continued to tongue her ass and Steve sucked on my cock.

She moaned and gasped and I felt her body go rigid as she came once more. I moved my tongue down to her pussy and felt her fingers move with my tongue. I tongued her cunt sending her into another orgasm.

I moaned as I felt my own orgasm start to build. I knew it was going to be a good one and my body shuddered as Steve sucked my cock at a faster rate. I thrust up and moaned as the first wave of cum spewed from my cock deep into Steve's throat. I came again and again, almost passing out from the sensations.

Steve sucked my cock dry of my cum and I moaned at the sensations coming from my sensitive cock as it slowly softened in his mouth.

Diana moved her body from mine and I looked down at the blonde head that was sucking on my cock. I was not repulsed. I felt satisfied like never before.

He raised his head and I watched as my cock slid from between his lips and fell onto my belly.

He grinned and licked his lips.

"Surprise. I couldn't resist your beautiful hard cock." he said.

He lowered his head and ran his tongue up and down my cock. He lowered his head between my legs and licked my balls. Steve ran his tongue back up between my balls and licked the length of my cock. Finally he kissed the head of my prick and rolled over onto his back.

Diana lay down beside me and kissed me. She moved her hand down and ran her fingers up and down my cock and balls.

"Felt good, huh?" she asked.

I nodded and she kissed me again.

"You have no idea what a turn-on it was, watching him suck your cock."

"Darling. You've got to pay him back. Suck his cock"

"Look at him. He's hard again!"

"You've got to suck him. It's only fair."

I moaned at the thought. We had talked about it before. I lay there and wondered what it would be like sucking a cock.

She kissed me and I felt her tongue slide between my lips as if it was a small cock.

"Please. I promise."

"I'll even help."

I nodded and she moved away.

"Move over Steve." she told him.

She climbed over him as he moved to the center of the bed.

I looked down and his cock was hard, the head almost touching his navel.

"What am I doing and can I actually do it." I thought to myself.

Diana rotated her body so that her head was by Steve's waist and her hips by his head.

"Come here Sweetheart." Diana said.

As I twisted my body around, she rolled onto her side and rested her head on her hand. She raised her leg and ran her other hand between her legs, stroking her pussy.

Steve moaned as he realized what was about, maybe, to happen. He turned his head and sucked on her fingers. I lay down next to Steve and my skin tingled where our bodies touched. I looked down at his cock. It was long and hard and his balls were hanging down between his legs.

"Beautiful. Isn't it." she said.

I nodded. And it was. Long and hard with a gentle curve. Pink with a defined head.

"Touch it." she told me.

I reached out and touched the head of his cock. I jumped as his cock twitched at my touch.

"Its okay. Run your fingers up and down his prick." she said.

I ran my fingers down the length of his cock. It was hard and the skin was smooth. I could feel the veins in his prick as I ran my fingertips up and down his hard length.

"Feel his balls." Diana said.

I moved my fingers down and touched his scrotum. I pushed and felt a testicle slide to one side. I pushed on the other testicle and felt it move inside his hairy sack.

I heard my wife moan and looked over. She had moved so that Steve could tongue her pussy and she could still watch me.

"Kiss and suck on his balls." she gasped.

I lowered my head and kissed the skin holding his large balls. I ran my tongue up and down, around his balls, soaking them with my saliva. I moved my body closer so I could do a better job.

All of a sudden, I wanted to really suck on his balls. To feel them rolling around in my mouth.

I lowered my head and ran the tip of my tongue up and down in that area between a man's anus and his balls. He moaned as I continued to tongue him in that sensitive area.

I moved my tongue up between his balls, feeling his pubic hairs tickling my nose. I opened my mouth and sucked his right testicle into my mouth. I rolled it around enjoying the spongy feeling of his testicle against my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

I let it slip out and did the same to the left testicle. I took a deep breath and opened wider. I used my fingers to push both balls into my mouth. I sucked and ran my tongue from side to side under his testicles.

He moaned and his hips moved slightly pulling the skin of his sac tight.

I lowered my head and let the balls slip from my mouth, and kissed them, first the right one and than the left one.

Diana moaned. I looked over and she was playing with her nipples while Steve sucked on her pussy.

She raised her head up and looked at me.

"Kiss his cock." she said.

I looked down at his hard cock, studying it. It was pink and had large veins twisting up and around it.

I took a breath and lowered my head. I kissed the middle of his cock. It was warm and hard.

I sniffed and could smell pussy and cum at the same time.

I slowly kissed the hard length going towards the bottom first.

As I was kissing it going back up towards the head, Diana said, "Lick it."

I rose up slightly and stuck my tongue out. I ran my tongue up and down his cock, feeling the small and large veins as little bumps. I ran my tongue down to the base and than back towards the head.

I raised my head up and looked at Diana. Her eyes were bright and she had a small smile.

She wet her lips and said, "Pick it up."

I looked back down and could see the wet trails of my saliva on his cock.

I lowered my hand and picked up his cock between my fingers and thumb. I slid my fingers around his cock and squeezed. Steve moaned and I felt his cock throb in my hand. I ran my hand up and down his cock, stopping when I felt the skin go tight. I stroked his cock, loving the feeling of it in my hand.

I gasped as he touched my cock. I realized that my cock was hard and felt a thrill at the sensation of stroking his prick while he stroked mine.

I continued to stroke his cock while Steve stroked mine.

My eyes flew open when I felt Diana's head touch mine.

"What's it like?" she asked.

"I can't tell you. It's weird touching another man's cock while he is touching mine."

"Suck it." she said.

"Take the head of his cock into your mouth."

I stopped stroking and lowered my head. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out.

Another thrill went through me as I touched the tip of his dick with my tongue and any resistance I had to sucking a cock disappeared. I kissed the head of his cock and ran my tongue around it.

I moaned as our bodies shifted and I felt his mouth suck on the head of my cock.

I raised my head and looked at my wife. Diana was kneeling on the bed, her legs spread apart. Both of her hands were playing with her cunt. I watched for a few seconds as she ran her fingers up and down her snatch.

"Come on darling. Suck his cock. I want to watch you suck Steve's big cock."

I turned back, lowered my head, opened my mouth, and felt the head of Steve's cock slide between my lips into my mouth.

"That's it. Suck it! Take as much as you can!" she ordered.

I moaned at the sensations of the silky smooth skin on his cock-head on my lips. I lowered my hand down his hard shaft and lowered my head. More of his cock slid into my mouth. I raised my head, pursed my lips and felt the shaft slide between my lips.

I groaned as more of his cock entered my mouth. I closed my lips tightly around his prick and sucked as hard as I could and his body twitched. I relaxed and lowered my head and felt the tip of his cock touch my throat.

We started to suck each other's cocks, allowing the hard shafts to go deeper and deeper. I gagged a couple of times, but kept sucking on his cock.

And than it happened! My throat just seemed to open up and relax. His cock went deeper and deeper. I lowered my head and felt his cock go all of the way down. My nose touched his balls and I stopped. I squeezed with my throat muscles and raised my head. I took a deep breath and lowered my head. His cock slid past my lips and down my throat. I deep throated his cock and stayed still until I needed air.

I rose up, took a breath, and sucked on his cock.

I heard a gasp and Diana yelled. "I'm coming!"

I continued to suck on Steve's cock all the while feeling the magic of his mouth and throat on my cock. We started to suck each other at a faster rate.

Steve's hips moved and I felt his cock get harder. He groaned and shoved his cock deep into my mouth. He exploded and I swallowed without thinking. It was more defensive than anything else. He shot again and I moved my head back. I wanted to taste his hot cum. He did not disappoint me. He shot another wad of hot cum from his prick into my mouth. I tasted it and swallowed. It was salty and slightly bitter. That was his cum that I had licked from my wife! He pulsed again and I swallowed. He shot three more times, each shot being less than the one before it. I swallowed every drop and sucked on his cock getting every bit of cum I could. I felt his cock start to soften in my mouth and yet I still sucked on it.




Diana and I Suck a Cock



I moved my hips back and felt my cock fall from his mouth.

He moaned and said, "My God that was fucking great!"

I still sucked on his cock, not wanting to stop. I moved my head back and let his pink snake slide from mouth. It lay on his belly all wet and slimy.

I kissed it and licked it relishing the feel of the skin of his dick on my tongue.

"Mmmmmm." Diana moaned.

She was lying on the bed and sucking on her fingers.

"Tastes good like pussy should." She said and than giggled.

"Did you like his cum?"

"Yes. I loved it!"

We lay on the bed for a couple of minutes. I had let a man suck my cock and than I had sucked his. It was great and I knew it would not be my last.



Diana Does Diplomacy



"You ask them."

"No, you ask them!"

"Man without fear my ass!" Wally swore.

"That's another guy," Kyle said pedantically. "Doesn't even wear green..."

"Do you have fear or don't you? Wait, isn't this in your slogan or something? You have great fear?"

"I can overcome fear—"

"You have great fear to overcome?"

"I overcome fear greatly."

"So what if you're just a chickenshit and you're really scared of, like, a dog? Does that count as much as someone who's only really scared of Darkseid, but fights him anyway?"

"I'm gonna tell Hal on you, you don't shut up."

"Tell him you're not overcoming any fear! He'll love that!"

"I don't see you asking them!"

"Fine, I will. But if I do, do I get a power ring? I should get a power ring, if I'm braver than a Green Lantern."

"I still don't see you asking them."

"I mean, G'nort has a power ring. If he has one, I should have one."

Straightening his cowl by the wings, Wally zipped over to Superman and Wonder Woman before he had time to think better of it. They were standing at the Watchtower's monitoring station, double-checking each other's work, and in close proximity to each other too. Maybe it was just that, as such good friends, they were comfortable that way. Wally was a married man, and he was comfortable with Kyle giving him a noogie, or Donna jumping on his back. 

Then again, if he were single, and if Donna had that bit of grace and maturity and hinted experience that separated the younger Amazon's gorgeousness from Diana's downright impossible beauty—and if he looked like Clark, who looked like a damn romance novel cover and talked like the most sensitive guy on one of Linda's medical shows...

"Hey guys!" Wally called valiantly, stopping with his arms around both their shoulders. "So, you going out now?"

"We just got here," Diana said, vaguely confused.

"Uh, Diana..." Clark started.

"I mean, are you together?"

"Yes, of course. In fact, I see no reason for this team to ever break up, at least not in the foreseeable future."

"But are you dating?" Wally insisted.

"Well, the minerals in our bodies could be said to be dating, I suppose, but I'm immortal and I do believe the solar-nuclear process that gives Kal his powers will continue indefinitely."

Wally looked at Diana's stoic, but good-humored expression and decided never to play poker with her. "You're screwing with me, aren't you?"

"No, I'm screwing Kal." She took his hand. "We're lovers."

Clark rolled his eyes. "She gets like this."

"I knew it!" Kyle called, running over. "Called it! Totally nailed this one!"

"Yeah?" Wally challenged. "Then why didn't you ask?"

Kyle crossed his arms. "Because it really isn't League business, Wally. What two members do in their personal lives is none of our affair."

"You son of a—"

Kyle's ring flashed and a green gag appeared around Wally's mouth. "So what do you two do? What do you even talk about?"

"Kryptonian culture," Clark said.

"The Amazon way," Diana said.

Wally shook his way out of the gag. "Kyle, would you stop! If you're going to grill them, you could at least ask some real questions." He looked at Diana. "So, what, do you have lunch on other planets? Travel into the future to watch holographic movies?"

"Is... something wrong with lunch here?"

"Or movies today?"

Wally buzzed his hand dismissively. "Everything's another Paranormal Activity movie or something to do with superheroes."

"You don't like superheroes?" Kyle asked.

"Well, none of the movies are about me? I've never heard of half the guys getting movies—you think they're in the Doom Patrol or something?"

Clark patted Wally on the shoulder. "We have lunch. And dinner. Breakfast, even. And we do watch movies."

"But what do you guys do?" Wally persisted. "I mean, you two, how do you even work?"

"We do occasionally work together," Diana said, eyes moving wonderingly upward.

"Rescue work, crimefighting, the occasional joint speaking engagement when it wouldn't distract from the relevant issue too much..."

"And I've been teaching Kal to spar," Diana added.

"You probably do that more than the speaking engagements," Wally noted. Kyle manifested a green elbow to nudge him in the ribs.

"I think what Wally means," Kyle said, "is what do you do for fun? Not learning about each other's heritage or being good superheroes or anything like that. What do you do that you would be doing if you were only Clark Kent and Diana Prince?"

Diana and Clark looked at each other in confusion.

"Is he talking about se—" Diana began, when Clark spoke over her.

"That is fun for us. Helping people, learning about Diana's culture—"

"Sparring," Wally added. Two green elbows nudged him.

"It is very, very enriching," Diana nodded. 

"Illuminating."

"Educational."

Wally and Kyle nodded along. "So, I think Batman wants to lecture me about something—"

"I have to check in with the Guardians of the Universe."

"We went to the past, once, actually," Clark said, sensing he was losing his audience.

"Yeah," Wally said, "that's Batman calling..."

"You never know, the Guardians might have some important news about Parallax... or something..."

Wally, being known for his fast-paced everything, was able to speed off with complete innocence. Kyle flew away, not at top speed, but defiantly not looking back.

"We're not that boring, are we?" Clark asked.

"Well... maybe we could loosen up a little," Diana commiserated. "Have you considered sparring with actual weapons?"

"On a similar note," Clark said hurriedly, "have you ever been to London?"

***

It was almost 1 A.M. in Club Fievel, but the lights were bright as the dawn when they weren't strobing to black. The dance floor was crowded, swollen with a jostling of legs and hips and hands that couldn't help but be erotic. The music played so loud it was felt more than heard, rattling in their bones, bringing the flesh along for the ride. Up above, girls grinded on catwalks, the grated floors allowing an easy view up their skirts. And they inevitably wore skirts.

Clark was surprised Diana seemed to enjoy it so much. She'd been dancing nonstop for almost three hours now. They'd discussed it intellectually—she loved dancing, saw it as an extension of the martial prowess in her body, a homage to her gods and her heritage just as her sparring was. She had far less opportunity to pay tribute to Apollo, one of her patron gods, and she relished the opportunity. But seeing her in motion, Clark could tell that she loved the act in and of itself. It was making her feel alive. Sexual. It was releasing all the urges and frustrations she held stoically behind her grace and maturity, in a way that combat never could. 

Even there, she exercised some control, keeping herself in check. She let herself go her as she did nowhere else, sensuously writhing her hips in their tightly hugging jeans, hands running up and down her body, moving with the rhythmic abandon of a belly dancer, on the verge of frenzy with only the dance beat holding her back. 

Clark stood watching, his eyes big and round behind their glasses. The very long, very powerful legs of his date moved serpentine as she turned and danced slowly with a lull in the music. He could see her ass tense and relax, drawing the eye only to deny it with a swift turn or a hip-wagging dance move.

Despite the ease Diana always imbued him with, he still felt uncomfortable in as crowded and as wild a place as this. He was always aware of how different he was from the comparatively fragile beings around him, all moving so chaotically, not aware of how they were made of porcelain compared to him. He was worried someone would be hurt by accident, having a man of steel in the midst of honeycombs.

But he could put that aside, watching Diana. She was as big a distraction as he could ask her, dancing with a natural sense of rhythm, movements more like sex than anything else. The sway of her hips, the twist of her shoulders, the thrusting of her shapely breasts, it invited the eye and begged for the hand.

Clark noticed, too, that he was not the only one to focus on Diana. Everyone in the club, male or female, seemed struck by her every time the lights blazed on and revealed her effervescence in the darkness. They pulled to her like iron filings to a magnet; when their hands reached into the air, they were pointed at Diana. They would've caved in on her, if Diana's whirling dervish of a dance didn't push them back with its sheer forcefulness. 

At last the urgent, pounding number that had been animating them for the last fifteen minutes came to an end, the DJ winding down the beat in a slower, more intimate number that most chose to ignore, awoken from their private trances of dancing ecstasy. Diana came over to Clark, her exposed flesh glimmering with a light film of sweat. Clark held out the drink that he knew she would need, and Diana took it to heal her parched throat. 

"You need to get into the groove," she said, airily oblivious to his misgivings, quietly demanding he conquer them.

"I think everyone else is in it already."

Diana laughed. "Is that a problem?"

"No. It's just hard, when I try so hard not to be seen, and here, no one can stop looking at you. Being with you is like stepping into a spotlight."

"They'd look at you like that if you cut loose. Maybe lost the tie..."

"That's what I don't want."

"So don't. Let them all look at me. Just remember I'm dancing with you. And going home with you..."

The music shifted again, a new disc laid out, a new beat building and building and building. Diana went with it, unzipping her blouse almost to her waist, revealing more creamy, glistening flesh in a vee down her front. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra, and there was nothing to stop her breasts from escaping, the valley between beaded with sweat. A light shrug and a nipple would come into sight, which made Clark both self-conscious and oddly hopeful. 

Then she turned her back on him, exposing her dishabille to the entire dance floor. Before Clark could react, she had backed into him, her strong back leaning into his chest, her ass resting where his cock throbbed inside his trousers. Almost instinctively, Clark wrapped thick arms around Diana. She laid her arms over his, as if to feel herself but being prevented from doing so, as she swayed in place, drifting around inside his receptive grip. 

Clark only felt more self-conscious, an agonized adrenaline rush of uncertainty. Was he holding her too tightly? Not tightly enough? Did she mean to make him feel this way with her body rubbing against his. He just wanted to be alone with her. It was so much easier to be alone with her, but he could see how she enjoyed the music and the dancing and the intoxicating openness of how close they were to each other. He knew that, even inside Diana's private world of released energy and worshipful body, she noted the admiring glances, took a feeling of power and confidence from the approval her dance met with.

Clark's hands were on Diana's strong arms and he was barely able to keep them there as he saw, over her shoulder, the rounded fullness of her cleavage, standing up firm and luscious, almost begging to be felt. When her ass brushed against him, he felt a responsive jerk in his groin. For all her coolness, her distance, Diana turned him on, and he had no idea what she expected him to do about it.

Diana began to sing silently to herself, something in Greek that flowed with the music, that seemed to describe the comfortable sway of her body in harmony with being held so closely. She ran her hands lightly over his arms, still tight around her, playing her fingertips at his clenched fingers. He moved with her, a surge of initiative pressing his body into hers, and Diana relished the firm feel of him through his linen shirt, the little silken feel of his tie on the back of her neck. He pulled her tighter, his soft lips hard at the top of her skull, his nose inhaling the scent of her hair. The music, the closeness, the exertion: she was falling for their old tricks. She was becoming ravenous, high on contact and motion.

"Just because I'm an Amazon," she said, "doesn't mean I want a woman."

"You want a warrior," Clark said in her ear.

"Fight for me. Fight for my pleasure."

His hands dropped down her body, serendipitously avoiding her exposed flesh, but touching her through the open blouse, pressing it into the hard muscle of her warrior's body. The meted, casual caress won her approval. Diana rested her weight totally on him, beaching herself supinely against his erect body, squeezing her legs together so there was slack in her waistline, room for his hand to dip inside. He reached down, under her jeans but over her panties, and pressed his hand close to her womanhood to feel its warmth. How it moved.

Diana turned abruptly, so his hand came to a rest at the small of her back and her long black hair was tossed from her eyes. She faced Clark, eyes bright with passion, red lips catching the flaring light like a second sun. "How about we find someplace more comfortable to talk?" she asked him. "I can barely hear myself think with this racket."

"We'll go to my apartment," Clark said, and Diana snuggled her face into his neck, wordless acquiescing. 

Sometimes, playing follow the leader gave you a great view.

***

Diana didn't get the briefest look at his apartment before Clark was upon her, determined to finish what he'd started. He pressed into her from behind, like before, only this time he was pulling her to him, yanking her blouse from her shoulders to expose the full roundness of her sensuously swaying breasts. He cupped them in his hands as he kissed her neck, pulling his palms harshly inward to crush her tits into her chest. Diana moaned at the rough treatment, turning her head to catch him in a kiss, missing him as he knelt down to peel down her pants. Her panties crossed her ass and crotch, as substantial as morning dew, and when Clark kissed her hip, it seemed harsh enough to tear them like a spider's web.

"Are you sure this is allowed by the Amazon Way?" Clark asked, reaching around her hips to palm her crotch, feeling her wetness and her heat on the insides of his fingers.

"Part of being a warrior is acknowledging when one is hopelessly outmanned... and needs to surrender..."

Clark accepted her surrender, kissing his way up her body, licking her spine and her shoulder blades, pulling her long dark hair out of the way and turning her head so his mouth could more easily find hers. She opened her lips and his mouth merged with hers, tongues working back and forth from one to the other. His hand clapped against her ass; strikes came down on her crotch as well, leaving her squirming, rubbing her thighs together even as he pried him apart, manhandling his way inside her panties and massaging her cunt, her clit, swallowing the moan she pushed into their kiss.

She always loved the way her body felt, but it felt better than ever under his enthusiastic touch, her panties riding lower and lower on her hips as his hand roamed all over her wet mound.

"Take my panties..." she whispered. "I feel so dirty, still having them on..."

"That's the idea."

He took his hand out of her panties, reached under them, between her lovely thighs, grabbing the folds of her bunched up panties' crotch along with her sex and crushing them together against the heel of his hand. Diana could smell her sex. She was thick with juices, dripping, wondering if he could smell her too.

Abruptly, he stopped grinding her own wadded up panties into her groin, releasing them so they sagged almost all the way off her hips, her cunt shockingly exposed, the apartment's brisk air a welcome release from how stuffy it'd felt inside her warm, wet panties. Diana had no time to relax before Clark's middle finger entered her, found her wet and throbbing. She moaned loudly. Felt a sudden breeze on her ass, where her panties had lowered as well, and she was so shockingly alive that the simple play of air felt like a caress.

"Oh, ohhhhh, I can't stand it! Kal, please, Kal..."

Inside her cunt, Clark's finger began to vibrate, hard enough to shake her apart if she were anyone but Wonder Woman. Her hips swung, pushing hard into his crotch, the strumming of his cock running hard and thick down the length of his thigh. Letting him feel the quivers of his fingers echoing through her flesh. It was like holding a vibrator against his dick.

"Go," Clark said to her, his other hand on her face as she moaned, finger in her mouth, her lips closed in an O around it. "Go, go, GO!"

Every part of Diana's body felt like it was on fire. She pulled her legs tight together, trying to cram the explosive sensation in as snug as possible. Exquisite sensations bombarded her body, legs stiff, arms stiffening, shuddering and going into convulsions for what seemed like an eternity.

"Aphrodite, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

She peaked when he wanted her to; his finger stopped vibrating. She knew it was still and heavy inside her, feeling the clenches and spasms of her cunt. Diana skittered down from the dizzy heights, sucking air into her lungs, her generous breasts heaving with each gasping breath. She stared out at the apartment for the first time, her afterglow radiating from her.

"Nice place," she said with hitched breath.

"Thanks."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you."

"You will," Clark assured her.

She wasn't sure if he pushed her to her knees or if she just slipped. But he left her there, kneeling as he circled around her, coming in front of her. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his fly. She saw his boxers, their pattern pushed out in front by the fervor of his blood-gorged cock.

"Kiss it," he told her. "Worship it. You're good at that."

Diana looked up at him sharply. His voice was rough. "You do take liberties."

"You offer them."

She couldn't argue with that, or with the look of lust in his eyes. She pressed her lips against his cockhead, obvious even through the cotton material, and kissed it. His cock jerked forward, struggling to escape from his boxers. Diana smelled cum upon her lips and pursed them together. She felt like there'd be gallons of it when he came. And she'd love it.

Diana pulled open his fly. Then she sucked. 

She choked, Sucking to the thick, pounding base of his shaft. With a hungry gasp, raw pleasure, she buried her face in his bristling black hair.

"Great Rao," Clark groaned, believing for a moment that in her lust, Diana was going to suck his balls into her mouth along with his shaft. He'd never seen anyone so turned on in his life. "Suck it, princess," he groaned, rocking his body so his cock jerked upward into her mouth. "Suck it right down your throat until you get my cum."

Diana obeyed all too eagerly; bobbing her head up and down wildly on his cock, her forehead butting into his abs loudly. She moaned with every downward surge, like the heat from his shaft was intensifying the lust bursting through her body.

She gagged, pulling herself free of his cock, rubbing her cunt to try to take advantage of the shameful heat running through her. He caught her head with his large hands, holding her against his belly. She submissively kissed around his belly button, helpless not to moan as she stroked herself. 

"Am I too big for an Amazon?" Clark asked, beginning to usher her back down to his crotch.

"Never," Diana said, trying to face him with a defiant glare, but her eyes were consumed by his manhood. "Nothing's..."

He crushed her face brutally to his cock, pumping upward as he did so, forcing Diana to not only take him in her mouth, but deep-throat him. She gulped down his cock and felt the back of her throat constrict, the cock intruding there anyway. Diana, too, was heedless. She snuggled closer to his groin, splaying her hands on his muscular pelvis, wiry hairs under her palms, his balls on his chin with a fresh load of cum.




Diana Does Diplomacy



"That's right, princess," Clark said, stroking the back of her head with both hands. "Suck me. Just like that. Take it all the way in and don't let it go till you've swallowed."

Diana pressed her lips to his pubic hair, feeling them bristle, then backed off, sucking her way off his prick until only his cockhead was between her lips. She bared her teeth, grinding them into his foreskin, then taking him in all over again in deference to the pressure he exerted behind her head. 

Even after the tip of her nose has touched his taut abs, she stuck her tongue out from underneath his cock and licked his balls. The taste of them, the heat from his dick filtered down her, clenching like a fist at the base of her spine. She laid the side of her face against him, enjoying the way his cock tried to bolt upright inside her mouth, like she was a fish on the hook.

"You're not sucking," Clark said, his cockhead buzzing in the back of her throat. Defiantly, Diana just stayed there, daring him to take more than the presence of his cock inside her mouth. Suddenly, she was jammed down upon her back, Clark's knees planted on her shoulders. "If you're not going to suck, you're going to get fucked."

He leaned over her, pitching his hands on the floor above her, his hairy stomach filling her vision. Clark lifted his ass slightly, then pounded it back down like he was doing reps, punching his cock directly into her throat's tightness. Diana's skull rebounded off the floor, harder into his groin.

"Ffffurgh!" Diana choked, knowing she would need air soon, but not as much as she needed cock right now. She slipped her fingers between her thighs and let him grind his crotch against her mouth, his balls dragging between her tits—they were burning with cum.

"You gonna suck it, princess?" Clark asked, enjoying reminding Diana of her station as she submitted, making her blush fiercely, somewhat from enjoyment. "If you don't suck it, how do I know you'll eat my cum? And if you won't eat my cum, why should I give it to you?"

Suddenly he began pounding himself into her mouth, his hips a blur, his jaw slack and eyes closed with increasing pleasure. He tightened his shut eyelids. Fought the sensations rippling out of Diana's mouth. This felt too good to just end.

"Hell," he murmured softly, smiling as he heard Diana's head bouncing against the floor, "I'll give it to you anyway."

While he slammed into her throat, Diana nodded furiously, matching him stroke for stroke. She could feel him tightening, sense him trying to hold off his climax. It only made her hungrier. She slapped hard at his perfect body, giving a begging groan for his cum. She knew she couldn't take much more of his delicious torture. Her pussy was clenching, her throat constricting, the tightness at either end of her body almost meeting in a dull throb at the pit of her stomach. She'd go crazy if she didn't have his cum in the next few seconds.

Diana clapped her hands to her breasts, squeezing them, feeling their firmness surrender to her powerful grip, crushing them in her hands like she wanted even more pleasure from them—then pushing them together. Crushing Clark's heavy-laden balls in their warmth.

"Great... fucking... Scott!" Clark gasped, unknowing, uncaring what was happening to his body. One moment he'd been in complete control, enjoying the power of making Diana plead for his cum, then his climax was storming his body, overtaking him from his white-hot cock. He bucked wildly, hammering into Diana's mouth like a machine out of control, cracking the floorboards underneath her head. Her throat was his. She was his. "Take it, princess! You wanted it, so here... it... is!"

Diana felt the soreness of having her head bashed against the floor, rushing in just like the first sloshing shots of cum hitting her throat dead center. The ache was delicious. The perfect counterpart for the soothing pleasure that raced down her gullet. She accepted the strong heat of it, the choking weight, gobbling it down with savored swallows. The creamy texture massaged her throat as she gulped more and more. 

And as she sent it to warm her belly, she experienced a blast of pleasure herself, her tight-knit masturbation unknotting and flowing into a perfect orgasm of knowing Clark was pleased with her. She relaxed completely and let him do the rest of the work, rocking his cock in and out of her mouth, using her throat as nothing less than a waste receptacle for his seed. Diana's mouth was full to overflowing, rivulets of white flowing from the corners of her lips, before she swallowed his last load.

"Oh, yes, baby," Clark whispered, driving his hips forward once more, weakly rubbing her head against the floor with his cock as she cleaned it for him. Then he rolled over, his cock pulled from her mouth, and Diana rolled the flavor of the last of his cum over her tongue. 

"This is good," she murmured. "Filling. Guess you showed me why you get called Superman and everyone else has to go by Mr. Terrific or something..."

Clark smiled softly, eyes drawn to how she licked her lips. It was art. "Well... if you don't want the horns, don't mess with the bull. That's what we say in Kansas."

"I'm not sure if I messed with the bull enough," Diana replied. "I could use more horn."

Clark rolled on top of her. Didn't even have to guide himself in; just thrust forward and she was there, willing, underneath him. His open mouth claimed her left breast, teeth sinking into the soft flesh, his cock ramming fully into her wet cunt. Diana felt his panting breath on her chest, hot and rushed, as he pushed wildly inside her.

"That enough for you?"

"Yes!" Diana cried out emphatically. She didn't know how pleasure could grow so quickly. All the slow, ramping build-up of her masturbation had been replaced by a sudden, steep shock of arousal suddenly upon her, pumped into her by his hammering shaft. She squeezed her cunt tightly around him, sucking his prick deep inside. He was jamming her tit into his mouth just as hard.

"Yes," Diana moaned again, under his mouth, his cock. "Fuck me, suck me, anything you want with me..."

"All I want is you," Clark said. "Begging."

While he fucked in and out of her, savage strokes taming her wildest lusts, Diana bounced her body against his. Every speeding thrust of his cock brought them closer, every smack of flesh against flesh filled the room, every moment was another shared gasp of approaching release. 

It just took a few seconds—hours of pleasure, in their private world—for them to come together, stilling into one statue, locked together in a moment of pure, passionate release. Then Clark fucked her again, crashing against Diana wildly, fucking her peaking ecstasy right back into her body. Cum blasted Diana's raw cunt, sending surges of warmth deep into her body.

"Fuck me, I beg you!" Diana wailed, not sure if her orgasm was subsiding or being hammered out of her all over again. "Fuck me everywhere!"

"Then take it!" Clark demanded, throwing his body against hers like a battering ram into city gates, crushing her underneath his desperately pumping body. "Take it all! Every damned inch!"

"All of it!" Diana nodded, as her hips flew without her, meeting his driving thrusts with a passion she could not control. "Ram it all into me, you bastard! Fill me up and fuck me and make me yours!"

They slammed against each other, fucking with twinned fury. She was coming. He was coming. It was all one long orgasm anyway. Diana no longer felt his cock, just the raging orgasm rippling through her sex, pushing at the walls of her cunt, exploding at her gate. The force of her pleasure was so intense, it felt as if a million fingers, hot and cold, were massaging her quim, pulling and pinching every aching, satisfied muscles. Clark's cum. Every sperm was a balm on her well-used pussy. Clark came and came inside her, until finally, as promised, she'd taken it all.

They fell together in an exhausted heap. Clark kissed her sweetly, tasting how she'd been so ravenous as to suck every bit of seed down her throat. Diana hummed in approval. Then they pulled apart, both feeling satisfied. Clark opened his shirt for some air, and the skintight red shield shone brightly over his heaving chest. It'd never seemed so accurate to Diana.

"What time is it?" she asked him, knowing that one of Clark's Krpytonian senses was an incredibly accurate sense of time's passage.

"4 AM," he told her.

Diana cracked her neck. "Then I should get to work. Long day ahead of me."

Clark laughed. "Don't you ever rest?"

Diana smiled back at him. "That was rest." 

She kissed him before she left. It reminded Diana pleasantly of worshipping a god. Her god.

And she knew Clark felt the same way.



Diana - English Version



Well folks, this is a real story that has happened to me, years ago.

This girl, Diana (of course not the real name) worked the same place as I did, but in a different department.

Not too tall, but wearing high heeled shoes, light brown long curly hair, brown eyes, normal straight nose and average mouth, not too large, not too small, and beautiful - maybe a bit too lascivious - lips.

What has really drawn my attention were her boobs, luxurious and firm, not exaggeratedly large though, with nipples you could see through her blouse during summer, large and thick and quite easily hardening, and a great ass - large hips, inviting...

She was at the beginning of her twenties, full of youth and quite careless about the difficulties of life.

She was, in a word, a nice person.

One day, needing I don't remember what, I was guided towards her.

She didn't really have what I've been looking for (apart from her very attractive body), but she did her best to find a solution to help me...

Thanking her for her help, the second day, the very first in the morning, I went to her, inviting her to have the morning office coffee together.

We've had a small talk that has lasted far over the time needed for drinking the coffee, and since I found out she was in love with Pink Floyd too, I dared inviting her at my place, since I had a very up to date stereo, and a very high quality album, just released at those times.

Since she agreed, I must confess my thoughts weren't into work that day, thinking only about the moment I was supposed to meet her again and take her home with me...

So, to make a long story short, as short as such a story can be, we have entered my apartment, invited her to take a sit, and I went towards the rack with the records, to prepare the album.

Suddenly, I felt her beside me, which didn't startle me, since I was used with the curiosity of the guests, but, she took me by the arm and turned me gently towards her:

"Look, I'd rather prefer you put some other music for the moment - leave Pink Floyd for later...

"OK, what else would you like, then?"

"I don't really know - something soft, with some regular rhythm in it - something that wouldn't distract us..." After saying the last words, she flickered her tongue across her lips, in a very suggestive way.

My brain was burning with desire "OK, let me then put a reel that would last longer and wouldn't finish just when we wouldn't want it to happen. Agreed?"

"Well, whatever, but do it fast" Said she, starting to unbutton her shirt.

I was doing my best not to let her see the tremble of my body - I used to be quite acquainted with my reel to reel tape machine, but, at that moment, I believe I would have won a speed contest by far at the speed that I have mounted the reel and got it started...

After fixing the volume, I rushed to the knob of the door of the room and locked it.

I turned around to see her quite impressive young tits, free of clothes, bouncing beautifully while she was bending to take off her jeans.

In a rush, I started unbuttoning my shirt, took it off and then unbuckled my belt and started pushing down my jeans, after unbuttoning and unzipping them.

This was it - already naked, Diana came to me, fell on her knees and, with the speed of light, rolled down my jeans and underwear down beneath my knees.

My over eighteen centimeters cock popped up from the constraint and, in the following second, it was deep in Diana's mouth - she was, practically engulfing my cock, giving me a huge surprise.

I don't pretend I have the largest cock on earth, but, believe me, not many women in my life have been able to engulf my almost nineteen centimeters of cock when fully erect...

She was giving me away, just a few centimeters, as to take a breath, and then, again, engulfing.

I didn't ask her if she's been a performance swimmer, or something of the kind, but I can tell that she was keeping me engulfed for a minute or so, and not one or two times...

I was checking this with the clock on the wall of my room, so I can surely tell that she's been fucking me in this style for more than fifteen minutes.

It was gorgeous, terrific and almost frightening, since she was holding firmly my buttocks, dragging me strongly towards her face.

After this time, since I, standing, had started to feel some kind of dizziness, and since I still had my feet blocked by my jeans and underwear, I managed to say:

"Diana, wouldn't it be better for both if we reached to the bed? Meanwhile, if you continue to do what you're doing, I'll be finished in no time"...

She released me from her mouth and said:

"Wow, baby, I'll be finishing you right soon - this is, honey, my starters, and I cannot miss it for the world!"

"Well, do as you please, then, but please note I am almost losing my balance - I feel so good I cannot stand on my feet anymore..."

"Lean on me, baby, lean on me, hold on to my head, grab me by the hair if you please, I wouldn't mind"

With these words said, in a high speed and spitting saliva from her mouth while saying them, she regained control on my cock, engulfing it at all it's length, pressing her nose firmly against my pelvis.

She has continued like that for the next six minutes, or so - I was amazed, bewildered, she was doing it to me like no one ever did before or ever after...

One minute engulfing - three or four seconds taking a break for exhaling and inhaling fresh air.

Fantastic!

I was doing my best to prolongate this, since I was curious to see when she would come to an end, tired, eventually continuing sucking normally, just like the other girls I knew.

No chance - I felt my cream coming and started to moan with my deep voice:

"Honey, I'm ready - I'm cumming and I feel it's gonna be a large spew!"

She then bent her head aside, engulfing me even more than she's done until then, then let me loose for a moment, exhaling strongly and taking a very deep breath, engulfing me again.

As I wasn't surprised enough, she's also started moaning from her throat, inducing me vibrations that made me explode. And what an explosion!

I was feeling the spurt getting out through my dick, directly into her vibrant throat.

After, I think, more than a minute, she eased the strength, released one of my buttocks, and, with the back of her thumb, she reached between my legs, to the back of my balls, and started to give me a massage, from the balls to the ass and vice-versa, lightly pressing towards my prostate.

She stopped engulfing, releasing kind of three centimeters of my cock, and started to suck, alternating with full round movements of her tongue around my still engulfed cock.

She was, meanwhile, releasing, bit by bit, my cock, out of her mouth, fully cleaned of any sperm, or whatever, letting out a nice, very well cleaned, cock.

In spite of this treat, I was, from one moment to another, getting limp.

"You'll have to give me a break, baby, let me recover and, meanwhile, let me be a good host and serve a chilled drink. I've said."

"Well, since we don't seem to be missing any train, take your time." She replied, jokingly, with a softened voice, meanwhile putting a lascivious smile on her face.

I reached the mini bar and poured two glasses of Martini, adding a sip of vodka.

I didn't usually make this combination, but this time, I felt I needed something stronger than just a sweet wine...

She sipped from the glass, tasting the drink, and asked me to poor a little more vodka in her glass.

"I'll do it, no problem, but keep in mind you don't feel the real strength of the booze, since it's very chill right now" I've replied, meanwhile reaching the bar and grabbing the bottle of vodka.

"You don't know how much booze I can take, if I want to." She replied, in a serious tone of the voice.

"Since we are supposed, after what happened, to have a nice time fucking around, I believe I would let me see how much you can drink, afterwards, eventually". I replied, also in a serious manner, immediately regretting the words just spoken, since I was afraid she would feel offended...

Well, nothing happened further about it - let bygones be bygones - I just poured vodka until I've filled her glass with it, and then poured some more vodka in my glass too...

We were both sitting around the tea table, each on an armchair, listening to music for a while...

After ten minutes or so, she stood up and came in front of me, and asked me, in a serious tone:

"Do you like me?" The tone of her voice was quite serious and I felt it wasn't just a question.

I made a serious face, looked at her from toe to head, upwards and downwards and upwards again, and then, looking deeply into her eyes, I've said:

"What you just did to me is an experience I must confess I've never had before - I mean, I've never ever met a girl to fuck me with her mouth just like you did - it was incredibly fantastic and really hard to describe in words"...

She leaned down, and started to give me a deep kiss on my mouth, invading my mouth with her expert tongue.

I felt no need for another invitation, so I stood up too - I am quite a tall person - and led her, like in a dancing movement, towards the bed.

We reached there in no time, so I've just laid her down on it and, continuing kissing, started to massage her right boob, reaching, gradually, with my thumb and finger, to her hardened, well shaped, erect nipple.

Reaching there, I've started twisting it, slowly and caressing, giving her thrills and making her start shaking her legs and buttocks, and rubbing herself with her body to mine.

I knew she was ready - I released her nipple and continued my exploration with the hand to her belly, caressing it for a few seconds, then my hand continued the journey until reaching her buttock.

It was soft and firm at the same time - I started caressing it, taking a large part of it into my palm and squeezing it, so that she started to moan a little louder. She stopped kissing me, and with a rather rough voice, said:

"Come, I need it inside - I cannot stand without it!"

I gently turned her on her back, spreading her legs with my hand, and reaching directly her clitoris - I'm an expert at that, as I've been told...

"No, not now, later - you don't have such long fingers to touch me where I need to be touched right now".

She said, softly, breathing hard and dragging me towards her body, leading me upon her.

My prick was hardened and ready for action, so I've positioned myself between her legs, aiming, with the tip of my prick, the entrance of her vagina.

I looked down there - I love to watch - and saw her entrance already wet and opened, as if she would have been already fucked. She was wet and opened!

I started entering the hole, pressing continuously, going deeper and deeper, in one and only throb, stopping for a moment to lift her legs on my shoulders.

"Oh yes, this, yes, you can go deeper!"

I continued throbbing in, pressing my hips towards her. She changed the position of her legs, putting her soles on my shoulders and letting me press in three points: her vagina, and her two soles. I reached her cervix, making her moan and contract the walls of her tunnel.

She started milking me, meanwhile making sort of movements like drawing the figure eight with her ass.

She was doing it, by the help of her legs, and, realizing what she was doing and how she was doing it, I was keeping my shoulders stiff towards her, giving her a firm "ground" for her feet.

The rhythm was just fit for the music we were "listening" and I've realized she was, in fact, "dancing" with my cock in her vagina, each move caressing her cervix. I realized she was satisfied by the length of my prick, since I was already at "the bottom" of her tunnel, in fact pressing inside, stretching her.

She raised her hands above her head, clutching the margins of the pillow, closing her eyes in abandon, but never forgetting her dance with her hips.

It was feeling really good, comforting, if I may say so, and all I had to do was to stay still, tensed, giving her the chance to dance as she pleased...

We continued like that for more than twenty minutes - although I only had to stay still, I felt my body full with perspiration, the perspiration from my forehead dropping on her gorgeous tits.

I believe she felt every drop, since every time it was happening, she was giving a short tremble of surprise, and she was slightly smiling.

At that moment I knew this girl would love me to cum on her face and tits.

With this conclusion in my mind, I felt so excited, that I realized I couldn't continue without giving her another "dish" of sperm.

"Honey, I'm cumming - sorry I cannot keep on going!" I've said, immediately releasing her feet and going upon her, in a riding position.

I was riding her belly, standing on my knees, not to put any real pressure on her body, and with my right hand kept my dick pointing towards her face and her tits.

I didn't have to wait, since , to my surprise, as I've had already been emptied shortly before, I started spraying a large quantity of sperm, shooting it from her nose and chin, to her tits.

She released the pillow and grabbed my buttocks, dragging me towards her, and taking, again, my cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked it clean again, giving me thrill after thrill.

After we've finished this cleansing activity, I laid beside her, watching her massaging my cum into her skin.

She continued rubbing her skin, until, practically, there was nothing left to make someone guess she had just received a quite impressive quantity of jism on her upper body.

"No cosmetic producer can beat this." She said, smiling at me.

"Thank you for your natural treatment - it's worth more money than anything..." She continued.

I must admit I've seen girls doing that before, but never with such serenity and lack of embarrassment in what regards my knowing about it - they were doing it in the bathroom, when thinking I didn't observe them.

With no connection to what we've been just doing, I felt a deep and strong hunger for food.

I was perfectly hungry.

"Would you care for a sandwich?" I've asked.

"Not really - don't you see how fat I am already?" She asked me with a serious tone in her voice.

"Besides, you have already fed me with essential exquisite food - I cannot afford to abuse, eating too much".

"Well, in that case, if you refuse your host, you'll have to suffer the consequences" I've said, quite determined to keep my word.

"What do you mean by that?" She inquired.

"I mean you have two choices: either you accept to let me give you a sandwich, either you shall see no cum in your mouth, again, from me..."

"Oh no! That's blackmail!" She yelled in a laughter, jumping up from the bed and lighting a cigarette.

"Fine, just wait a few moments, please" I've said, unlocking the door of my room and going to the kitchen.

"Not going anywhere, pall, I'm not yet, finished with you" I've heard her commenting whilst my departure.

In fact, I was perfectly conscious of the fact that, in spite we've been making love for more than twenty minutes, she has had not come yet.

Usually, there may be two reasons: either she has had no sexual activity for more than a week, which I doubted, due to her beauty and a certain impression that she's created to me about her "morals", either there was something else that would make the "click" of her orgasm.

I was, of course, determined to find out.

I've prepared a few sandwiches and came back to the room, where Diana has had already finished the cigarette, and was sitting on the arm chair.

"I can also offer you a coffee, if you feel like it." I've said.

"Yes, a coffee would be good - even better than eating the sandwiches".

At that moment I've realized why she didn't want to eat! Normal! She, doing such a perfect deep throating, surely needed an empty stomach, to avoid any "surprises".

I've asked her bluntly:

"Diana, are you avoiding to eat, since you don't want to vomit while sucking the cock?"

She looked at me in surprise, and said: "How on earth did you figure it out?"

"Well, I've had an experience some time ago with a girl that has vomited - so, no big deal - but, honestly, I've been quite forcing that girl to take it deeper when this event happened. I regretted it and have decided to avoid making a woman do something she cannot, anymore".

Saying this, I just grabbed a sandwich and started to eat, since, as you remember, I was really hungry.

She took a sandwich too - after taking a bite or two, she said:

"You know, I used to have a lover who was forcing me to deep throat him..."

"And he was probably having a huge prick..." I've guessed.

"No, on the contrary - but he was very gealous and every time he suspected I would be cheating on him, this was his punishment - he was tying my hands and legs on a chair and forcing me swallow his dick..."

"Wow!" I've said in bewilderment...

She left her sandwich on the plate, took a large gulp of her drink, lit a cigarette, and continued:

"Shit, he was treating me with no mercy"... I saw her eyes swimming in tears.

"Look" I've said, "If you don't want to go further with your story, no problem - I don't want to see you hurt".

She filled her lungs with smoke, pushed it out, and continued:

"He was forcing me until I was full of my own puke" She sighed.

"He was keeping me tied on that chair, no matter what - I even peed and shitted - he didn't care..."

"Wow!" I said again, looking at her in a kind of disbelief.

"You don't believe me, do you?" She asked, with a grin on her face.

"If he did it to you only once, and then you left him, no problem, I believe you, since I've met girls methodically beaten by their mates, but what you tell me is far beyond the bearable..."

She looked at me and smiled: "You wouldn't guess how much I loved this man."

"It was a one way route." I replied.

She turned away her eyes from me, grabbed the glass and sipped all it's remaining contents in a gulp.

She then turned to me and said:

"I think I'm going to abuse and ask you for another one - but only vodka, please".

I looked at her, felt pity, and said:

"You can have all the bottle if you please - I'll even go out and bring you another one, if you need - but this is not going to help you"...

She burst in tears and said softly:

"Just pour me another drink - but see to fill it up properly" (I've forgotten to mention that we drank our drinks from glasses of 200 milliliters...).

I then just did as I was told, and took advantage of my time to prepare another tape of music.

I've also prepared the cassette deck, with additional music, as not to waste too much time if, during our love making I was expecting to come, the tape would have come to it's end...

She grabbed the glass directly from my hand, and took a large sip - as large as half the quantity of the drink in the glass...

By now, I started to worry a little, since I really don't feel too much pleasure fucking drunk bitches.

She, I don't know how, kind of guessed what I was thinking about, since she's told me:

"Don't worry, I won't get drunk - it takes more than a bottle to make me feel a little dizzy"...

"Are you coming from Russia?" I've asked, kind of joking.

"No, but my ex, while keeping me on the chair, used to have fun pouring the contents of the bottle of vodka directly into my throat, forcing me to swallow it all... I believe he enjoyed seeing me peeing with no control on the chair, leaving me then to swim in my own pee"...

"Well, but what about the floor? If you don't mind me asking you"

"Shit! He was quite good and skillful - he had a very large bowl, and was putting the chair into it - additionally, he used a very large sheet of plastic, so no matter what I would have been trying, I couldn't ruin his carpet..."




Diana - English Version



"In this case, my dear, I believe your ex was not only gealous, but he probably enjoyed what he did to you - the so called revenge, or punishment, was, I believe, the materialization of his sick sexual fantasies..."

"You should have seen me after two or three days of such an uninterrupted ordeal"... She said, in a very low voice. She continued.

"He then took me, holding me and the bloody cursed metallic chair, and put me directly under the shower, giving me another of his favorite treatments, alternating hot and cold water - at the beginning, I tried to protest, but he had banged my head so strongly with his fist, that I have almost lost my consciousness - what could I do? Tied up to the chair, with no defense?..."

I was bewildered, mesmerized, overwhelmed by what she was telling me, not knowing, until today, if to believe her or not...

"He was then bringing a very large and sharp knife, with which, after caressing my ears, nose, tits, belly and even my pubic hair, was cutting off the strings or the tape, whatever he'd been using to tie me up.

And then, while cutting off, he was telling me, in a deep, threatening but whispered voice, that he'd rather go to jail than see me flirt with another man..."

At that moment, it was my turn to take a large gulp of my booze:

"Look! Either everything you told me is bullshit, either you are crazier than him! How could you, after such a treatment, continue to see this bloody bastard? Wasn't it enough an one and only experience?!?"

She'd jumped off her armchair, came to me in a second, grabbed me by my hair (I used, those times, to let my hair a bit longer) and said, with tears in her eyes:

"Don't you see, stupid, that I loved this man?!?"

Honestly, I am completely against violence in general, not to mention the women. Meanwhile, I've never been the type to endure. Her grabbing my hair in such a style didn't provoke to me any pleasure, or arousal.

I stood up, looking down at her from my one meter and ninety centimeters height, with quite an angry look and voice:

"Honey, I do not think I can agree with your style of conversation and behavior." Meanwhile, I took her by her hands, that were still grabbing my hair from both my temples, and, holding them strongly, I've pushed with my fingers on her forearms, until she's made a grimace of pain and let my hair free...

Immediately afterwards, I've let her hands go, ready for any eventual agression.

She turned her back to me, and jumped into the bed, in a very sexy position, on her belly, with her ass above.

I stood still, making no move, just looking with anger at this beautiful fucking body that I was preparing to tell her presence in my house was no longer welcomed.

She stood there, not moving, with her face deepened into the pillow, and, at the moment I was ready to spill out my unwelcoming phrase, she turned her body on a side, with her face towards me, and said:

"Look, I'm sorry! I know I was and still am a stupid cow! Can you please let go and forgive me?".

My reply came with a smile on my face:

"Maybe, if you promise to behave yourself, I might let go, forgive you, but with a condition: you must withdraw your allegation as being a cow, since this would imply that I am an ox, which I cannot accept that I am."

She smiled back to me, with eyes full of tears, and stood up, coming again in front of me:

"I'm sorry, please forgive me - can you?" She then rised herself on her toes, with lips departed, awaiting for me to kiss her.

I cannot tell why, and how, but my prick woke up in a flick of a second, hard as a rock.

I bent and kissed her sweet lips, probed with my tongue her mouth, our tongues starting to dance a sweet and quite forcible dance.

She dragged me towards the bed, reaching there turning with her back to me, and climbing the bed with her knees, and supporting her upper body on her hands, in a "four paws" position.

"Fuck me baby - I need you!"

I didn't wait for another invitation. I positioned my cock against the entrance in her vagina and pushed.

I don't know how and why, since she hasn't taken any shower, she was quite dry.

I had to pump her, several times, in order to get my full length inside her.

Every time I was pushing my hips towards her, she was pushing back, towards me, balancing, from time to time, her ass from the left to the right and from the right to the left.

After I managed to insert all the length of my almost nineteen centimeters into her vagina, I started pumping her, taking the prick almost completely out and filling back her tunnel in an instant.

It was a quite noisy "operation", since the room filled up, in spite of the music, with the sound of flesh banging against flesh. This excited me even more, making me go at a more intense rhythm.

She was holding herself on her elbows, dragging her beautiful hair with her hands, in some kind, I thought, of masochistic behavior...

Then I've got an idea. I've put my left hand under her belly, reaching her clitoris and rubbing it gently.

She has become frenetic, moving her body and groaning in ecstasy.

I then, continuing my pumping with my cock and rubbing her clitoris with my middle finger, started to probe the entrance of her ass with the thumb of my right hand - this made her completely crazy. She was moving in desperation, trying to grab my thumb with her ass.

I didn't expect any further invitation - I sticked my thumb into her ass, pumping with it just as it would have been a small dick.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, this was it! I didn't need to do this "combined technology" fucking for more than a minute. She came, trembling, shaking and muffling her screams with the help of the pillow.

It has lasted, I believe, more than a minute, until she came back into her senses.

Her body, covered with perspiration, was radiating a kind of satisfaction that you could feel with no chance of a doubt.

I continued fucking her in this style for almost five minutes, then, slowly, I eased my pace and simultaneously released my thumb from between her buttocks and let her clitoris take a rest.

She didn't say a thing. She just leaned with her belly on the bed, practically forcing me to let her go.

But, I wasn't finished, yet.

So, she turned around, and, with a soft voice, asked me to lay down on the bed.

I did so, and, gently, she climbed on me, and put her vagina on my cock.

She, then, after taking it all inside her, started to move, front and back, right and left, slowly starting getting her pace, drawing the figure eight.

I was feeling her cervix surrounding the tip of my cock, almost as she'd been doing it with her tongue, earlier.

"Oh, you're so great, so fit for my fucking pussy..." She said, continuing to fuck me.

She fucked, and fucked, and fucked me like that, with no pause, until the tape was finished.

The sudden silence surprised us both, and I asked her to stop and excuse me for a moment.

I got out of the bed and started the music again.

Then, I came back, and we've continued what we've been doing for another minimum twenty minutes.

It was great, fantastic.

The perspiration was pouring out of her hair, head, forehead, and everywhere else, abundantly.

I've said: "Honey, I'm afraid if I don't take control I won't be able to finish and I shall wear you out."

She stopped, leaned on me, and, after giving me a kiss, asked me: "Do you really need to let go?"

"Well, I cannot say I don't enjoy what you are doing to me, but I don't want to abuse - I believe it's time to get myself into some action too".

She gave me another lovingly kiss, and said:

"Now, let me show you how I finish you in no time"

She raised her upper body, leaned back supporting her upper body on my knees, and started to milk me - God! It was almost as she would be using a hand inside her vagina - she was massaging my cock with such skill and frenzy that I almost immediately felt the urge to give her another portion of cum.

Since I wasn't married, she wasn't married, and I didn't really feel like becoming a father, I asked her to stop.

"Don't you like it?" She asked.

"Honey, you're teasing me - you know perfectly that what you are doing now is absolutely fantastic - the only problem is that, by all means, I cannot let go my jism into your pussy - and you know that!"

"Just let me know when you are ready and leave it to me"...

For the readers, to understand, we were living in a communist country, and abortion was absolutely out of the question.

She continued to fuck me in this milking style, looking concentrated into my eyes. A millisecond before I was going to tell her I'm ready, she stopped, rushing my penis out of her, turning around and engulfing it with her expert mouth.

To my surprise, although it's been the third time, I gave her quite a lot of cum.

She ate it all, with a pleasure you could see radiating from her face.

We stood up, after a while, and got back into our arm chairs, lighting each of us a cigarette.

The drinks were already warmed by now, so I went to the kitchen and got rid of them.

I came back, refreshed the drinks, this time pouring, again, Martini with just a drop of vodka.

Then, as we were sipping from our glasses, and as I thought that our "time of relaxation was over", I asked her if she was ready to listen to the new album of Pink Floyd.

She looked at me with surprise in her eyes: "Do you really think I wanted to come here to listen to music?!?"

"Well, music is an art, and, after all, as I could see, you like music." I've said, in a polite way.

"Don't misunderstand me" She said "I don't want to say I don't like music - I love it, but, compared to a good looking fucking stunt like you, I prefer to fuck you dry"...

Hearing her say so, I've burst into a laughter: "Honey, let me tell you a joke - if you know it, please stop me, so we don't waste our time:

There was a wife of an engineer who, catching her husband cheating her with the wife of a gynecologist, went to his office, explained to him the situation and asked for revenge.

"What kind of revenge?" Asked the doctor. "You'll have to fuck me, doctor, just as my husband fucked your wife!" OK, they did it - once, twice, three times, but it seems that the wife of the engineer was still needing another fuck. "Common, doc, fuck me more! I have such a hatred accumulated against the bloody bastards who dared to cheat on us!" 

The doctor, after looking down at his limp cock, said: "Dear lady, I completely understand the situation, but, for the moment, please note that I have no more hatred in me..."

Diana started to laugh in cascades - she didn't know this joke.

"Wow, yes, good joke!"

"So, honey, I am probably now in the position of the doctor, except that my love making to you had nothing to do with hatred or revenge...".

She leaned towards me, took my hand, kissed my palm and releasing it after flickering her tongue on it, said: "Let me worry about it - I'll make you cum as you've never cummed before".

She then lit herself another cigarette and starting sipping from her glass, she said:

"Meanwhile, since I am still curios of how this new Pink Floyd album sounds, you can get it started".

"OK" I've said and did as asked.

Honestly, in spite of the fact I am a Pink Floyd fan, I don't remember what album it was.

She has finished her cigarette, stood up and went towards the bed, inviting me to come, with a gesture.

We laid down, and she started approaching her hand towards my belly - surprisingly, I felt some kind of energy, a tickling warmth, and when she started to touch my belly I could feel as my penis was losing it's limpidness...

Don't ask me how she did it, cause I don't know, but in less than a minute I was hard and ready for another sex party...

She positioned herself under me, putting the soles of her feet on the front of my shoulders, as she'd done the first time, and we've started to bounce in a rhythm of our own.

I couldn't last for more than ten minutes - I was amazed, since I knew, from previous experiences, that at this stage it even happened to me not to be able to cum anymore.

"Honey, you won't believe me, but I'm cumming again".

She dragged me out of her vagina and leaded me above her, towards her mouth.

"I want you to swallow me, as you did at the beginning - can you?" I asked.

She grabbed my buttocks and engulfed me completely, moving her throat as she would be engulfing - what a sensation! I finished in no time, giving her, again, don't ask me from where, quite a load of sperm.

She, then, nice and easy, started to take out my penis from her mouth, licking it all around, delivering it completely limp and clean.

She then licked her lips clean. I bent some more, to kiss her for the good job, but she's put a hand towards my chest: "Look, if you have any reluctance in this, you don't have to kiss me - I can do without kissing".

"Honey, as I could see, you have had your teeth brushed when you came to me, so I cannot see how I could feel bad about my own body..."

She then let her hand loose and let me approach her, giving her a long, well deserved kiss.

We stood up again, and continued sipping our drinks, lighting other cigarettes.

"I think we really do smoke too much" She said, seriously.

"Yeah, bad habit, I agree".

"OK, we finish the cigarettes and get back to bed" She said, with an inviting smile on her face.

Honestly, I was bewildered, since by now I thought I would be needing at least an hour to make myself capable again of something.

What could I do? I've just said "OK" And continued sipping my drink.

After we've finished our cigarettes, we went back in bed, and laid down, listening to the music.

Then, within a few minutes, I felt the need to caress her breasts - her nipples hardened in an instant, so I just bent and started teasing them, one by one, licking, sucking and even gently biting them.

The taste was fantastic. Meanwhile, the treat made Diana grow horny, so, since my rod was still limp, I've put my middle finger of my left hand into her crotch, easily finding her clitoris. I started playing with it, caressing it, and even pinching it. She didn't seem to mind, on the contrary, she grew hornier and hornier.

I've changed a little bit the position of my body, so that my hand would easily reach at her pussy.

I entered two fingers in her vagina, meanwhile caressing her clitoris with my thumb.

After a few minutes, she said, in a begging voice: "If you really want to do me, do me properly please".

She's taken my hand out of her pussy and turned around, lying sideways, with her back towards me.

She then took my hand and leaded it towards her pussy.

I entered my middle finger and the pointing finger again into her vagina, and started caressing it.

"Don't forget to use your thumb" She said to me, while feeling my hand and pointing my thumb towards her anus.

I didn't need any more explanations or instructions.

I probed her anus with my thumb, took out some lube from her pussy with my other fingers, and putting it on her entrance.

Then, I've started fucking both her vagina and her anus. I can tell you she was feeling great - she was moving spasmodically, forcing herself towards my fingers.

With complete surprise, I've felt my cock getting hard again.

"Honey, I think I'm ready to fuck you again" I've said.

"OK, you can do it, but don't forget to fuck my ass with your thumb, please"...

I stood up a little, positioned my cock towards her vagina, and entered. Then, I've managed to lead my thumb towards her ass, and here we go, riding the horse, with the thumb controlling the frantic movements of this lovely bitch.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!!" She shouted, "Give it to me, give it to me!" She continued. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Break me, fuck me, kick me!".

She continued like that for the next ten long minutes of ride, when, again, I've felt, in complete surprise, another tickle down there - I was, unbelievably, ready to cum again!

I stopped, to her complete surprise and obvious disappointment, and asked: "Diana, would you mind if I fuck your ass?"

"God damn it!" She replied in a hurry. "I'll be damned if you don't put all your big bloody prick in my ass! Break me, kick me, make me cum!"

I didn't expect for another invitation. I don't know what made feel such an urge to become quite violent.

"You've asked for it!" I've said, meanwhile withdrawing my cock from her pussy and putting it almost immediately into her ass.

I didn't do it slowly, as I usually do. I just pushed, as hard and long as I could, arranging my body in such a manner that I could enter as far as it could go.

I've sensed her sphincter, I believe, surprised by this abrupt intromission, and Diana gave me a scream as if I've had a virgin under me, fucking for the first time.

Surprisingly, I didn't stop - it gave me an additional arousal. I pushed, deeper and harder, with my right arm, supporting my weight on the bed, and with my left arm around the belly of Diana, forcing her body upside, towards my stiff prick.

I didn't need to continue dragging her up, since she took the initiative and started pushing her ass towards my cock, in a frenzy.

In no more than five minutes, she has had at least three good orgasms.

I continued fucking her like that for more than ten minutes.

At a certain moment, I felt her softening. She turned her head towards me and said: "You can cum now, I'm finished".

I'm sure there will be some of you who won't believe me, but, since this is the truth, I take my chances. I felt the need to come in no time, as if this woman was remote controlling my gonades, testicles, prostatis, will, and whatever else you may think of.

I've released my cum into her nice fucking ass, with a sensation of pleasuring ease.

To my surprise and bewilderment, she started milking my cock, just as she did with her vagina.

Folks, it has never ever happened to me such an experience. This girl was controlling her muscles better than any Yoga practitioner - and, believe me, I know what I'm talking about.

I really don't feel like continuing this story, since, in fact, things have repeated - as per total, I have cum eight times in less than four hours!

It was a pleasant and awkward experience, that, in spite of the fact that she continued working in the same place for more than a year, we didn't repeat.

I don't know who and when has seen us entering the building I live, but they've spread the rumor.

Since I didn't want to get into any commitment with such a "peculiar" person, with a history like described above, I've preferred to avoid her.

Meanwhile, at that time I used to have a permanent girlfriend, and some of my colleagues knew her - I didn't want to spoil my relationship.

After about half a year, she has made herself a boyfriend, working in the designing department, a nice decent tall guy, of Hungarian origin, whom she was cheating with whoever offered his cock to her.

She even fucked the driver of the bus that was taking her to and from her working place...

At the time, I've thought that this "adventure" will make him get rid of her.

In a few months, he came to say good bye, since he and his fiancee, Diana, were leaving to another working place, in a completely different location of the town.

After a few years, I saw them down town, from a distance - I'm sure they saw me too, but they have pretended not to notice or recognize me. I've just let them go, since I didn't want to hurt the feelings of that man...

Oh! By the way! I have almost forgotten!

The timing!

We have arrived at my place at three P.M.

We did everything described above from three to six hours and 49 minutes P.M.

How come I remember?!?

I do remember, since, after she left, at six 59 arrived, guess who? My girlfriend.




Diana - English Version



Another thing you won't believe - I didn't believe it too, but it happened: I fucked my girlfriend all that night long, giving her three portions of thick abundant cum!



Diana Enjoys a Dirty Martini



She sat on the stool looking all the world like a Princess. Her long blonde hair fell in curls framing her features in perfect harmony. The glass in front of her was covered in condensation and small rivulets of moisture ran down the stem glistening from the overhead lights that encircled the bar.

"Can I get you a refill ma'am?"

The bartender tried to keep his eyes fixated on hers but they strayed to take in the way her mouth moved seductively as she spoke.

"Thank you but I am doing just fine right now."

Her accent oozed southern charm and had the intense sexual quality that only comes from both class and good breeding. The bartender thought carefully whether to play his hand and had almost decided to chance a roll when a voice stopped his opening flirtation from leaving his lips.

"Diana, that has to be you."

The newcomer was almost six foot, slim and tanned to the color of a walnut. He wore a casual shirt and pants but the cut told of very expensive tailoring.

"Hello Jordan, how very good to make your acquaintance at last."

Diana offered her hand and Jordan pulled it to his mouth and kissed the knuckles. In other men the gesture might have seemed forced or over elaborate but he had the natural charm that comes from years of living life to the full without fear or favor and Diana found herself utterly charmed. 

They chatted abstractly for several minutes, Jordan sipping at the micro brew he had ordered and Diana stroking her glass sensually between sips of her very dirty martini. Diana was the first to bring up the reason for their meeting.

"I really do love your emails so much; they never cease to fill me with the most intense feelings."

"Thank you Diana, those are kind words and your responses are always just the encouragement I need."

Their eyes met and both smiled knowingly. Now it was Jordans turn to lead.

"Shall we go upstairs to your room?"

"Well my dear I thought you would never ask."

The sunlight streamed through the large picture window. Diana stood looking out, a little pensive but filled with a certainty that the next few hours would be breathtakingly memorable. The white summer dress she wore showed the outline of her shapely legs thighs and ass perfectly. Jordan could make out the merest shadow of a wisp of lace covering her buttocks and found himself struggling to swallow.

"You look so beautiful standing there."

"Do I Jordan, do you still want me now you have seen me in the flesh?"

He stood behind her and gently kissed the join of her neck and shoulder. His lips traced along the outline of her clavicle from nape to the thin strap that kept the dresses bodice top in place. His hands snaked around her waist then upwards to cup her breasts gently and she fell back against him, melting into his body. 

"Yes, ohhh yes."

Jordan felt her nipples harden under his embrace. He had seen the pictures of them she had sent and could imagine the large aureola darkening with excitement as the twin tips of pleasure became engorged and swollen in preparation for his mouth.

He moved his hands down from her perfect breasts and slowly slid them across her abdomen, tracing the contours of her curve of her belly until they came to rest pressed against the hardness of her pubic bone. Diana leaned into his body and arched a little, her feet automatically parting a touch to allow his fingers access to their target. She murmured just a little as the tips of his fingers curled to echo the line of her already swollen sex lips and reached her hands backwards to rest them on his hips. He spun her quickly to face him and their mouths sought each other ravenously. 

The first kiss was hard, lips open, tongues searching eagerly for each other. Jordan's hands found the twin mounds of her cheeks and drew her abdomen hard into his. Her buttocks parted as she pressed against him feeling the outline of his already erect penis hard against her stomach. Slowly she walked him backwards till his knees came in contact with the bed and then placing her hands on his chest slowly pushed him downwards to lay in front of her.

She stood in front of him legs parted and hands slowly, seductively traveling over her body.

"You want me baby?"

Jordan tried to answer but his mouth was dry and the right words difficult to find.

"Watch me baby, your going to get all of me."

She reached down to her right to turn on the clock radio on the bedside table. The station was playing Seal, 'Like a Kiss from a Rose'. Closing her eyes, a half smile settling across the parted moist lips each hand cupped a breast. Hips swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm slowly she began to unbutton the dresses bodice top. Each released button made him gasp. The delicate white brassiere exposed below was only a half cup and so thin he could clearly see her aureola and bullet hard nipples. She pushed the shoulder straps down her arms and let the top fall slowly as her elbows squeezed together to emphasize her abundant cleavage. The dress finally fell, sliding across her hips, down her thighs to rest around her stiletto clad feet. 

Her hands moved down to her stomach, index fingers tracing the line that the wisp of a thong made round her hips then moving down further to rest on the perfect outline of her swollen hood and sex. Stepping out of the confines of the dress she turned and bending at the waist presented Jordan with the sight of her barely concealed anal bud and pussy. Spreading thighs even further her fingertips pushed the thong to one side and commenced teasing the exposed moist interior. He needed to touch her now, and raising himself to a seated position reached forward hesitantly to explore. She stood up quickly and turned to face him.

"Not yet Jordan, not quite yet baby."

As she spoke she gently pushed him back down again and her hands gripped his thighs.

"I want to taste you first baby."

The words dribbled from her mouth like golden honey and Jordan shivered. Her hands moved to the waistband of his pants. The first two buttons that held the waist tab she popped quickly then looked into his eyes.

"I have been waiting for this for so long, I am going to savor every moment."

She reached up and unfastened the shirt buttons and spread the linen wide to expose his chest then leaning forward bit each nipple gently but firmly. Jordan groaned and with a smile she started to kiss and nibble down the center of his breast bone. Her lips reached the tufts of light hair that sprouted around his belly button and her hands moved to resume work on the button fly of his pants. Each fastening was popped tortuously slowly and her lips and tongue caressed each new portion of exposed skin. Jordan felt his member twitching in anticipation and as if an answer to a prayer her right hand snaked under the cotton material to grasp him firmly and expose his shaft to her gaze.

His penis was big. Not huge like the almost unreal monsters in some of the pornography she had watched but larger than any she had ever seen up close. The shaft was ridged with veins and the mushroom head swollen and looked the texture of velvet. Pulling the foreskin down to completely expose the tip she flicked out her tongue to take one long lick. 

"Oh baby he is just so beautiful."

She kissed the tip, inhaled the scent of him and then slid the entire head into her mouth. She held him there, rolling her tongue around and around, savoring every centimeter. Releasing the head from her mouth she dipped to suck his testicles into her hot hungry depths lathering them with her saliva. Her hand gently gripped the shaft and moved his foreskin up and down over the gland, thrilling at each jerk and jump in her fingers.

Taking the tip back in her mouth she started to slide her lips up and down the shaft while reaching back to unclasp and remove her brassiere. Releasing him she dribbled some saliva into her cleavage and wrapping his shaft between her breasts began to tit fuck him. Jordan reached forward and rolled her rock hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She gasped, shook the hair back from whence it had fallen over her face and stared intently into his eyes. Diana was hungry, famished for pleasure, wanting undiluted control over this statuesquely proportioned body. Pants and shorts were easily slid from his feet and having casually tossed them aside she raised his legs, folded then back onto his chest to expose the tight sphincter of his as yet virgin asshole. She slowly dribbled a drip or two of spittle onto the crinkled target and watched excitedly as his orifice reacted by winking in confused pleasure.

Diana slid her right hand under the bed and easily found the rubber straps she had placed there earlier. The thigh bands came first, snugly fitting around his folded legs. The wrist straps came next and although he was already totally compliant they ensured that once attached to the thigh straps he was unable to resist. She stood and allowed him to again view her sensual curves, even pulling aside her thong to spread her labia wide, passing a fingertip through the moistness and licking the juices with an educated tongue. Jordans cock applauded savagely, twitching upwards then slapping down hard against his belly, the tip almost reaching up to his navel. A glistening drip of precum escaped from his meatus and reaching forward Diana collected the precious fluid with her lips before swallowing it down with a gourmets delight.

Reaching beneath the bed she found the black leather cock and scrotum strap before walking around the bed to stand directly behind his head. Removing the thong, her last vestige of clothing apart from the wonderfully elegant stilettos, she climbed forward to pause thighs parted over his face allowing him to feast his eyes on her perfectly hirsute and juice soaked cunt and ass. Slowly, teasingly she sat down till his mouth, nose and eyes were totally covered by her hot suffocating wetness. Again his cock twitched and clapped admiringly.

Nimbly Diana's fingers affixed the cock and ball strap on his considerable member. The strap was tight, closed only by use of the last fastener and immediately his cock veins became engorged and highlighted in a wondrously frightening display of male arousal. Diana slapped the reddening member hard and was delighted to feel Jordans tongue slide fully into her waiting vulva. She started to grind on his face, spreading her voluminous ejaculate thickly over his features. No doubt Jordan's eyes would be stinging and tightly shut against such a perfect outpouring of moisture.

Dribbling just sufficient saliva onto the now red and angry looking erection Diana began to stroke its length just fast enough to accelerate the dancing tongue in her cunt but slow enough to ensure there was no chance of Jordan getting any satisfaction beyond total absorption. She allowed herself to build gently but consistently till in the fullness of time was happy to allow a stream of cum filled urine to squirt into Jordans receptive mouth. For his part he manfully swallowed as much as possible before starting to choke on the gratefully received precious golden beverage. Diana generously halted her squirming and raising her hips slightly allowed Jordan a few happy inhalations before presenting her ass for his diligent lathing. Happily recovered fully Jordan set to his new task with joyous concentration, first rimming them penetrating the delicious sphincter with abandon. For her part Diana took great pleasure in raking Jordan's ball sac with her very long and sharp fingernails much to his squirmed delight.

Diana eased slowly off Jordans face, letting his tongue probe her now gaping anal canal one more time and returned to her secret stash of equipment beneath the bed. The strap on dildo harness she retrieved was fairly standard with two large exceptions, the pre-fitted anal pug and vaginal probe. Diana checked both her orifices and found them running with moisture and quickly concluded lube was of no necessity. The harness fitted her perfectly, the plug was large but once the right angle was found slipped past her sphincter with a pleasant snap. The vaginal probe was smaller but fitted with a remote vibrating mechanism that ensured good stimulation to both her g-spot and urethra. 

The harness in place Diana retrieved the apparatuses dildo, a flexible dong perhaps ten inches long and two and a half inches thick. She fitted the base into the harness then proudly waved the weapon for Jordan to enjoy. Diana was a little disappointed that Jordan looked a little concerned so decided that the best solution would be to fit the ball gag that she had fortuitously remembered. Jordan was a little hesitant but a slight squeeze of his balls in the palm of her hand opened his mouth nicely.

Kneeling between Jordans spread legs Diana passed her tongue across his still tight hole. The crinkled orifice seemed to react a little but certainly not as much as she hoped. Taking his cock very firmly in her hand she pulled the swollen red lever towards her and licked again. This time a noticeable anal wink was her reward. The lube she had chosen was in a cylindrical bottle with a top that formed a very nice probe. Once inserted into the hole a good squeeze filled the inner canal delightfully. Diana slid her middle finder knuckle deep and was pleased with the wonderfully glassy feel. Jordan was obviously enjoying this preamble, his cock was twitching and slapping hard and fast.

Easing Jordan a little further onto the bed Diana knelt between his knees and presented the tip of the silicon dong to his ass. Jordan's nerves seemed to momentarily get the better of him as the sphincter snapped shut but a few steady strokes on his rampant staff relaxed the door sufficiently to get the head firmly in place for entry. Diana gripped the silicon cock tight in her fist, making sure that the pressure she was about to impart went forwards rather than sideways. Sure enough after a little resistance the head lodged firmly in Jordan's man pussy entrance. Experience had taught Diana that this was a moment to savor, fully enjoy the moment of cherry popping before a piston like thrust impaled her new bitch utterly.

Diana waited for what seemed an eternity, letting Jordan fully envisage the penetration he was about to enjoy. Finally his eyes found hers and keeping them fixed in her sight she thrust deep and fast. Jordans cock danced wildly, a little cum seemed to shoot from his meatus to hit hot and hard against Diana's stomach. She waited again, waited till his breathing eased and his eyeballs retracted a little back into their sockets. 

"Yes baby, now Diana is going to fuck you long and hard till you give me every drop you have in that tight little sac and then I am going to fuck you all over again."



Diana in the Woods



Diana in the Woods, an Unclassical Tale of Metamorphosis

Part I (Diana's Voice)

This is not my first time hiking the Appalachian Trail, but it is my first hike to Bridal Veil Falls. Until now, I've only driven through Roaring Fork. It's hard to believe that this piece of untouched pristine forest exists so close to Gatlinburg. The rains have been heavy this year and the falls should be spectacular. I'm sitting in a booth at Waldo Pepper's enjoying my coffee, when I hear someone say "Hello, I was wondering what happened to you." 

I turn, and see that it's Neil. I saw him a couple of times on the trail, it's his first time here. "Hi Neil" I say with a smile, "would you like to join me?" And with that he does, he orders coffee and we do the normal "trail" talk. 

It seems he loves mountains, and there's plenty of them along the trail. I ask him if he's going to finish the trail and he say's he's not sure, and inquires as to what I'm doing. I tell him of my love for waterfalls and how I have always fantasized about showering under one, and I'm going to. He stretches his long frame, brushing his legs against mine under the table and says that he would like to see that. 

I inquire as to whether or not he is alone and he says, "Are you interested?" I say no, not wanting to let on that I find him arousing. I tell him that I only wanted to show him around, seeing as I have spent lots of time here and this is his first visit. 

Neil agrees and I ask him to accompany me to the Dixie Stampede in Pigeon Forge. I tell him what's it about, it's a dinner theater, with horses and trick riders, and an audience participation reenactment of the civil war. There are no utensils for eating the food, you have to use your hands, and it's not too messy, just a lot of fun. Seeing as how I am a true southern belle, I ask for us to be seated in that section. 

We are both laughing, enjoying the show and each others company, he loved the pig race. The drive back to our rooms in Gatlinburg only takes a few minutes, Neil and I are both staying at the Leconte, he walks me to my door. "I really enjoyed your company." he says. 

He kisses me on the cheek and turns to go. Neil looks back and asks if I'm sure I don't want him to accompany me to the falls, laughing he says he would gladly pay for the privilege of watching me shower. I smile and say "Good night, Neil." 

It's 5am, time to go. By the time I get to the falls it will be almost noon. It's supposed to be 90 degrees today, perfect for skinny dipping. As I pull my car into the parking lot, I see I am the only one here. In a way I'm disappointed, I was hoping for some sort of audience, the thought of being watched during such an intimate moment arouses me. Maybe I should have brought Neil. 

The trail is well worn from continuous use. It's not a hard trail, just long. Eight miles, from the parking lot. I love the sounds of the forest. The singing of the birds, deer scurrying away, the air so clean and clear. The unmistakable fragrance of men's cologne hangs in the air, so, I'm not alone. Once again the thought of being watched warms my loins. My heart quickens as I imagine the scene. 

Almost there now, I can smell the water. Breaking through the trees, I see it, Bridal Veil Falls. It does look like a veil, coming down in a single stream, then hitting the rocks and spreading, falling over the outcropping. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I walk closer, bending down I dip my fingers in the water, cool, but not enough to keep me from taking a dip. 

I am aware that I am being watched, the cologne drifting in on the breeze. Taking my time, desiring to put on a good show for my audience, I begin to undress. Boots first, then socks, I unzip my shorts and wiggle out of them, bending over slowly to pick them up as I step out of them. I take both hands and place them on my butt, caressing my cheeks, I slide my thong panties down to my knees and repeat the process, bending over slowly, and rising again, I turn my back to the falls, so my watcher can get a good look at me unbuttoning my blouse. 

Still moving slowly, intending to cause great arousal to the person watching, I let my shirt fall to the ground and place my hands on my flat abdomen, sliding them slowly up my body and over my breasts. Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra and let it fall. I cup my breasts in my hands and turning I step into the cool water. It is chilly, I catch my breath and wade further, heading for the falls. 

The water isn't deep, and soon my body adjusts to the temperature. I look down at two very erect nipples, is it because of the cool water or because I'm being watched? Now, finally I am under the falls, the water feels so good streaming down my body. I am alone in thinking that this is the most erotic experience in the world. I lift my hands to catch the water, touching my face, letting one hand fondle my breast as the other slides down, down to my mound, seeking my sweetness, teasing my petals, lost in the feel of the water. I open my eyes to see Neil standing beside my pile of clothes, without speaking he undresses and steps into the water, walking toward me, his arousal evident, his manhood standing hard and erect against his body, I reach my hand out to him inviting him to join me.......

Part II (Neil's Voice)

I accept the invitation, approaching you boldly, assuredly, with manifest desire. You retreat a bit, and playfully splash some water down low, dousing my desire, and then you scoop up a handful and sprinkle it over my face, in my hair. Taken aback, I stop. The birds scatter in the trees above. You scoop up another handful, again sprinkling my face, wetting my hair, my neck.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Just trying to remove the scent," you reply. "I smelled your cologne from a distance. I like my men natural, very natural."

Taking my cue, I dunk my head in the pool, covering it, washing out all the smell in the cool water, then surfacing and shaking myself off like a dog, spraying you with the drops. We laugh, and I resume my approach, my hunt. 

Again, you retreat, this time all the way back into the plume of the falls: the water cascades against your neck, over your shoulders, sending up spray and hiding from sight the taut nipples that had stood out like a beacon guiding me into your arms. It almost seems now as if you are blushing. Coyly, you cover your bosoms with an arm and your little patch of venus fur with a hand, holding me off, making me all the more desirous. I'm not a man to be teased.

"Where are your hounds, Neil? Did you leave them behind?"

"Yes, of course, I only take them out when I am hunting. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

The coolness of the water, your reserve, your questions, have had its effect, and my ardor begins to subside. I must look forlorn. I've been sprouting horns for you forever it seems. I have always loved tomboys, the Annie Oakleys, and you, Diane, I thought to myself, were always the best: you knew the woods better than the guys, you were faster on the track than any woman and most of the men, and you knew how to shoot better than sew.

For years, I had been consumed with desire, sparked by your athletic body and ignited by your intelligence, your creativity. You had given the best paper and oral report on Faulkner's "As I Lay Dying" in high school dazzling not just the students but Mr. Hicks and Mr. Morgan with your passion, your poise, your poetry. Even your teachers had crushes on you.

Now, as if reliving a nighttime teenage fantasy, you are before me, nude, au naturel in body as well as spirit. You notice my look of dismay, and your face breaks into a grin, your eyes lighten up and then they smolder with fire, drawing a bead, the huntress Diana. Your arms unfold, and you beckon me forward. 

As I approach, your hands dip into the water, deep, not to come up splashing this time, but to find the quarry. You grasp and cradle my balls, tightly, with meaning. I harden again instantly. You draw me towards you, as if seizing a javelin, a spear to hunt some wild boar you've spotted crashing through the woods. I look back, over my shoulder, checking to make sure no one has spotted us, that we are alone, in peace. "Now tell me," you ask, blushing slightly, "exactly what were you thinking as I stripped off my clothes?"

"Oh, my God," I replied, "What wasn't I thinking? When you wiggled out of your shorts, I was thinking about all the times in literature class when I dreamed that you would use your muse of fire to write me love poetry, an erotic story. When you unhooked your bra, I remembered all the times I stripped you naked in my mind as you ran around in your warm up suit and track outfit. When I saw the thong and when it came off, I remembered all the times I had lain awake in bed, torn apart by the hounds of lust, fantasizing about making love to you by streams, in caves, on cliffs, in meadows, amidst wild flowers. I've wanted you for so long. I swear I've been hard ever since our legs brushed together at the restaurant."

"You know how much I love the mountains, this trail. You love it too. You know it as well as I do, maybe better. I wanted you to come with me so bad. I'm a little shy, sometimes. But not out here. Come now and know me. Come explore me. Come hunt for whatever you want, whatever you desire. Take me, mountain man, take me."

Quickly, wordlessly, we lock together in a tight embrace, a mix of affection and lust, and you make it more intense, the strength of your arms crushing us together. I reply with the passion of my lips, the desire of my tongue, skipping the soft stuff, going straight up into overdrive, pressing you back against the outcropping, prodding your inner thighs with my cock, informing you of my strength, my desire, my passion, trapping your bosoms in my grasp, then manhandling your nipples, your loins, your butt, everything. Maybe I'm too rough at first. You free yourself from my grasp and lean back on the rocks, catching your breath, giving me a little time out signal with your hands. You make me want to tear my hair off, tear my skin off and unleash the Satyr of sex within me, pouncing on you from behind, a hound in heat, fucking you doggie style, hard and deep, driving you wild, unleashing you from the lace of Southern bellehood, turning you into a black leather dress woman, a leopard-skin pantied woman, a tigress of sex. In my lust, however, I am metamorphosed: the surging passion of my cock spreads its heat, like a backfire forming inside me, and its flames lick up to my heart, and I become, in the instant, it seems, a changed man, no longer a beast, a satyr, but your lover. 

You can smell my true scent now, and you can see it in my eyes. I whisper, "I love you." Your legs part open for me, and I feel again like an animal in heat, a stag ready to rut, but now I am also half-god, a man possessed with a "Song of Solomon" love. For a moment, you appear to me like a queen, a goddess, on some ancient throne, expecting me to kneel down, to worship your diadem. But you have made me strong, cockstrong, and I want you to feel my power. You want my tender tongue, and I want to be thrusting deep inside you. I stride up to you, my cock in my hand, wiggling it for you up and down, strutting my stuff, displaying my self-evident size, air fucking. But you turn away, jumping off the rock and into the water, back to the falls, the stream. 

I follow you, my quarry. I plunge after you, catching you by your legs. I pull you towards me, as if you are caught in a net, and I lift you up and turn you upside down, like some cheerleader routine, flopping your legs over my shoulders, cunt now in my face, your head falling down me behind me, backwards, almost touching the water. I tongue you hard, fast, relentlessly, until you tense for a moment and then relent. Your body becomes limp, soft, and I take you up in my arms, cradling your body, a groom taking his bride over the transom, a man taking his captured prey into Bridal Veil Falls. In our rutting we have become too hot and sweaty, and we sink down into the water, still embracing, and then we arise in its flow, its cascade: the water hitting our heads, our chests, our shoulders, soothing us and invigorating us, nature's own jacuzzi, and then I, stand behind you, doubling the pleasure: the power of the falls is matched by the power of my hands, an X-rated Swedish massage. 

I enwrap you in my arms and feel you up all over: hands rubbing up and down your sides...hands circling you flat, hard stomach...hands caressing your boobs, enjoying every contour and curve...hands and fingers strumming your nipples, keeping them taut, making them sing and dance....a hand going down and grasping your pussy tighter than any thong, a finger sliding up and down its length, pressing just inside, entering furtively. I then lift you off the ground, arms under your legs, holding you open, calling upon the forces of nature to take you, to pleasure you, as if you are sneaking in a bath in the middle of the dog days of August, letting the spigot of water do all the work as you cool yourself down, giving yourself the little hidden pleasure you deserve and need, the chance to romance yourself, escaping in your fantasies to waterfalls all around the world, escaping into the arms of a hidden admirer, a stranger on an elevator, or a man who knows the woods, a man who knows how to pleasure a woman as if he were a woman, a man with rough, calloused hand but soft enough and slow enough to enter you after the flute finishes on "Bolero" and not come until the end, with you, in full orchestral accompaniment.

The eroticism of the waterfall arouses us fully, readying us for our own plunging fury. I turn you around, and as I lift, you hop a bit into my arms, your legs wrapping around me, tight, your hands clasping behind my neck, your pussy brushing up against my cock, and then you wiggle yourself onto me, provoking from both of us a little gasp, and then you suck me in and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, making me groan in pure joy, loud and louder and loudest. You have the tightest love muscles I have ever felt, the love muscles of a goddess, of a huntress who can catch her quarry and never let go. I want to hold you there forever, almost still and almost silent, the wetness of Bridal Veil Falls circling around us, covering us in its mist and spray, and the wetness of your pussy circling around my cock, surrounding me in its moistness, in its honey-thick nectar, the inner ambrosia of the goddess Diana, each squeeze another arrow from her quiver sent into my heart. Instinctively, the ancient rhythm begins, the rhythm of lovemaking: rocking slightly together, then steadily together, and then our cock and cunt become one: pumping together faster and faster, as my hands grasp your butt, pulling you tight against me, and then playing with your butt like a helium balloon, keeping it bouncing in the air, letting it fall a bit and then striking it back up, generating a rhythm of play and passion, and as you climb near the top, ready to fall, I swing us both back towards the plunging water. plunge inside you, again and again, harder than the falls, with quick, fast strokes, until you rise high, and stop, arching back in ecstasy, as you spasm and shudder, and I keep shaking you up until every little shiver is over, until your are wrung out of pleasure, like a beautiful natural sponge squeezed dry, like bread dough kneaded and stretched and left to rise. We collapse, sinking back into the water, ready, to drown out the world and every sound but our own beating hearts and the rushing water of Bridal Veil Falls. But then the huntress discovers that the hunt is not over: you reach for my manhood, and find it, still hard. You raise me up and encircle me from behind, grasping my cock, pumping it hard, as your bosoms push into my back, impelling me forward, back into the stream of the falls, its spumes of water falling on my cock as you pump it and pump it, its length straining like a salmon fighting its way up stream, until you make it a fountain, a falls, in its own right.

We linger together, in the water, only our heads showing above the surface so we can focus on our eyes. We trade kisses and then thoughts. We talk about our favorite places on the trail, wondering if there is any special place, a secret spot, the other does not know about, a hidden erogenous zone, like a male nipple that has never been played with before by a woman who knows the favorite trails, the spots, the secrets of a man's body. We each make a suggestion. 



Diana Meets the Ghostly Honeymoon



Diana had come for a weekend get away to this old castle motel she'd heard about from some of her friends. They had all told her how incredible the architecture was and how many great trails there were leading out around it into the countryside. She sighed to herself, hands reaching up to slowly run through her long, wavy auburn hair. She passed by an old wall length mirror on one of the walls, which looked as though it had been part of the castle for many, many years now. She stopped, looking at her own reflection for a minute. Diana wouldn't have called herself short, she was at least five feet tall, and a good deal of it was leg. That was something she'd always been proud of, she always thought of her legs as her best feature, and that was part of the reason she went hiking so much. She was wearing her usual tight jogging shorts, having decided she was going to go out and try some of these great trails her friends had told her about. Her hips were wide, which gave her a natural appearance of being a bit slimmer then she was. She wasn't over wait, but she had a somewhat softer appearance, a slight belly leading up to her large, well rounded breasts. She smirked at her reflection, winking and blowing it a kiss, and giving her backside a small tap. She blushed and giggled to herself, looking around quickly to make sure no one had seen her little display before she started off down the hallways again. 

She hadn't seen many other guests since she'd first arrived, but that hadn't bothered her. The man at the front desk had told her that this place was supposed to be haunted, but what old castle didn't have stories like that? It drew in the tourists. Diana sighed to herself, eyes shut for a moment. And then she heard it. A low rhythmic thumping sound coming from a hallway to her left. She stopped and turned, looking in the direction, but couldn't make out the cause in the dim light. She let her curiosity get the better of her and decided to go take a small peek. She moved down the hallway, the sound beginning to grow louder, coupled with another faint noise she couldn't quite make out... until she turned the next corner that was.

In front of her was a sight she would never have believed. Two headless bodies were pressed together, one a very well endowed male who was rhythmically pounding himself in and out of a large breasted woman he was pinning against one of the castle walls... while just a few feet away from them a third headless body was apparently holding said woman's severed head in his crotch, moving it up and down as she apparently quite capably sucked him off. Diana was frozen in shock, her eyes seeming to bug out of her head. The display was both horrifying and....disturbingly erotic....

"Well...looks like we have a new visitor, Geralt." A voice called from further down the hallway. Diana froze as she saw the two male's severed heads moving towards her. The bodies seemed to stop their activities and turn to face her. The woman's head removed itself from the man's long cock.

"Oh... well, at least she has more manners then our last guest, hm David?" The woman chuckled, looking at the first head who had spoken.

"Hey, you invited me into your little games, Ariana....it wasn't my fault I was horny and alone..." David said a bit defensively.

"Well, that doesn't really matter right now...but I'm afraid, my dear, we can't let you go running off now, you might tell others what you found and we'd be swarmed by tourists or other such troublesome visitors..." The third head, Geralt, said. His body rising from where Ariana's head had been sucking his cock. Diana felt her heart thudding in her chest, and before she could sort out her thoughts, she was running back the way she had come. She didn't look back, but she could hear the headless forms running after her. She bit her lip and started running as fast as she could. She looked over her shoulder for a moment, seeing the ghosts beginning to fade back into the dark hallways as she outran them. She laughed, a bit franticly, to herself, once again all that hiking and jogging had paid off! Her thoughts were cut short however....as in her relief and victory at escaping the spirits, while looking back over her shoulder, she had failed to notice that she was heading for a rather large and solid looking statue. She collided with it hard and fell back to the floor, dazed and fading into black.

The sight which she awoke to, was not the one she had expected, or wanted. She had apparently been stripped of her clothes, which she could see in a pile in the corner of the large, rather lavishly decorated, if not dust covered, bedchamber she had apparently been brought to. The room looked like it had not been used, or even opened, for many, many years. She tried to move, but found her arms and legs were bound to each of the four posts around her on the massive canopy bed.

"Well, it seems our little voyeur has finally woken up..." Dave said, his body entering the room, carrying his severed head under one arm, Geralt and Ariana soon followed, taking their places around her on each side of the bed.

"Please...just let me go, I swear I won't tell anyone about what I've seen here...!" Diana pleaded with them. Dave's head smirked and his body moved, sitting beside her on the bed.

"Don't worry, we know you won't... but first, we've decided to have a bit of fun with you..." Dave said, one hand slowly tracing up along her side and brushing over her breasts. "So I'd suggest you just relax and enjoy yourself, or you might end up staying here a lot longer then you'd expect...." Diana didn't like the way he said that, but still, the idea of being molested by three headless spirits wasn't exactly an appealing idea to her... but it didn't seem like she was going to get a say in the matter one way or another. Dave's body moved a bit closer to her slowly, hands sliding over her stomach and up to cup her breasts, rubbing them slowly. Diana shivered at the cold touch... but found his body to be very warm, almost like it was still completely alive, just headless. Geralt's body moved closer, holding his head in both his hands. He set beside her, letting Dave continue his work slowly rubbing her breasts and occasionally teasing her slowly hardening nipples. Geralt moved his head slowly between her spread legs, and Diana's body tensed up with sudden realization of what he was doing. Geralt's head was placed against her pussy and his warm tongue slid out, licking up and down along the soft lips of her vagina. 

Diana let out a loud gasp, both of surprise at the warmth and involuntary pleasure. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to pretend this wasn't happening....but despite her best efforts, her body was beginning to react to the unwanted attention. Her legs opened themselves a bit wider, letting his tongue probe deeper into her slowly moistening cunt. Her back arched up into Dave's groping hands and she had to bite her lip from letting out a low moan of pleasure. After a few minutes of their continued attentions, Diana's hips were beginning to rock slowly in Rhythm with Geralt's movements and she was panting softly, her body shimmering with a faint layer of sweat. 

She opened her eyes slowly, looking around her. She could see Ariana's body sitting in an old chair, legs spread wide, holding Dave's head between her legs now. Her head was resting beside her body on the table and was moaning loudly with pleasure... so apparently their heads could still feel what their bodies felt. Dave's body moved slowly, releasing her breasts and soon Geralt's body lifted his head. Diana let out an involuntary whine of protest at their stop, but soon saw why... Dave's body took both Geralt and Ariana's heads in its hands and moved back over to her, while Geralt's body moved ot take position between her legs. The headless form of Geralt was undoubtedly the most well endowed of both men, not that Dave seemed small by any means... but Geralt must have been a truly blessed man in life...not that the afterlife seemed any worse for the stallion now pressing his throbbing cock against her opening. She bit her lip as she felt him pressing himself forward slowly. She felt her opening stretching to accomidate his wide gerth. His hands moved to her hips, taking a firm hold on them as he slid the head of his large cock inside her, letting her adjust for a few moments, before, with a hard thrust, he plunged himself inside her. Diana let out a loud cry as he did, back arching, eyes shutting as she felt herself literally filled by his massive cock. She panted loudly, laying back, looking up at the headless form between her legs. It waited a few moments for her to relax, then slowy began to rhythmically rock himself back and forth, pulling his cock back till only the tip was resting inside her...then filling her again.

Dave's body moved to sit beside her again, holding the heads up and moving one to each side of her, slowly lowered them over her breasts. Diana watched them, panting still from Geralt's continued thrusting, as each took one of her swollen nipples in their mouths, beginning to suckle them slowly, tongues brushing across each, sucking on them, Diana could hardly focus anymore, all of this intense pleasure was making her dizzy. It wasn't long before she let out a loud cry of pleasure, her back arching as she came hard around Geralt's cock, but the body seemed far from done, still pounding into her admittedly still needy pussy. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a good fuck like this...hell, she didn't think she had ever had one quite like this, the supernatural aside. 

Diana felt herself building towards another climax as Dave's body moved the heads away from her breasts, carrying them over next to Ariana's body, where his head was still working, the other woman's body shivering in orgasm. Dave's body returned soon though and climbed onto the bed, and positioned itself over her, lowering its crotch over her face. Diana opened her mouth, taking the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking on it slowly. She hadn't given many blowjobs before, but Dave's body didn't seem to be complaining as it held onto the headboard for support, letting her slowly bob her head back and forth on his cock while Geralt untied one of her legs, lifting it up to vary the angle in which he was pounding himself into her. Diana moaned loudly around Dave's cock and it wasn't long before another orgasm was washing over her. She shut her eyes, taking Dave's cock deeper into her mouth, beginning to move her head faster, her tongue sliding around his thick shaft, flicking over the head each time she pulled back. The body's grip on the headboard began to tighten and she could feel his balls tightening. And it seemed as if all three reached their climaxes together in that moment. Geralt's cock thrust deep inside her, beginning to fill her to overflowing with its hot cum, while Dave's cock exploded in her mouth, forcing her to swallow each sticky blast lest she choke on it, while her body still rocked from her last orgasm. 

Dave and Geralt's bodies moved off of her slowly, leaving her reeling from her multiple orgasms, her body covered in sweat and cum. She lay her head back, starting to fade back into another sleep...when she heard something moving over her...she opened her eyes dizzily to see Ariana's body holding what looked like a giant sword over her. Diana opened her mouth and screamed, pulling herself up as the blade swung down...

******

Diana was laying on her back, Geralt and Dave's heads on either breast sucking away. She sighed to herself and looked around the room. Well, this hadn't been quite what she'd expected. Ariana's aim, and her trying to run hadn't exactly made for the perfect cut it seemed. Diana gazed over at Geralt's body which was bending her lower half... or more precisely from the middle of her stomach down, over a table and was pumping away into it...while her upper torso was laying on the bed where her breasts were continuing to be mauled by the two hungry mouths. Dave's body was pumping furiously into Ariana's ass beside her on the bed, while Ariana's head was on a tall shelf her body could not reach.

"Oh come now! It was an honest mistake!" The head protested from her high resting place.

"I know." Diana said, "But this will teach you to improve your aim next time...besides, your body isn't complaining..." Diana sighed to herself, letting her head fall back. Well, at least she could look forward to a happy after life...



Diana: Restrung



He watched her squirm as he slowly inserted the cold katana into her. He could feel her warmth and pleasure at what he was doing as he moved it slowly out again, never going in too far. She screamed in pleasure and he smiled before the illusion broke. He sighed at the loud beeping sound behind him. Grabbing the large spatula and opened the oven. 

He pulled out two sandwiches and starting to wrap them. He called out the names and handed them to the couple in front of him. Looking at the clock, he sighed. This couple had come in a few minutes before 8 and he knew that now he wouldn't be able to leave until 9. After they left he sighed and began to close, forgetting to turn off the open sign.

While he was in the back washing the dishes from that night he heard a sound up front. Shrugging, he went back to his work. A few moments later someone sneezed. He sighed, getting angrier by the moment as he went up front to see what was causing the noise. 

Upon coming out on frontline he saw a gorgeous woman with long blue hair and silver eyes. He wondered if maybe he wasn't tripping harder on the weed than normal, because he had never seen anyone that beautiful.

"Can I help you?" He asked her putting on a pair of gloves, though normally he would kick them out since he was technically closed.

She spent a moment as she read the menu; he took the time to ogle her body. Though the first thing he had noticed was the long blue hair and silver eyes, she was wearing a red corset with black ties that was so tight he could have spanned her waist with one hand. Unfortunately for him, due to the height of his counter his view was cut off at her waist. She cleared her throat and he came back to the present tilting the hoods off the coolers.

"I would like a vegetarian on white bread with everything and cold," she said in a voice that made him think of long nights, and even longer days.

"Of course is there anything else you need?" He asked as he wrapped her sandwich. "Well actually, there is," she responded smiling. He looked up surprised, "How else can I help you tonight miss?"

She looked up and pulled her hair back from her face in an innocently erotic manner. "I was wondering what you would do if you were granted one wish."

"I would wish to have you to myself for one day," he said smiling looking her over again. She smiles, "One day perhaps," she walks over and pays for her sandwich before sauntering out the door.

He watched as she left and saw that she was wearing black leather pants tucked into knee high boots. He thought about her the rest of the night as he finished closing.

***

The woman walked into her room and looked at the sphere in the room. It had a girl covered in blood on it and she smiled.

"Unfortunately, it does not appear that I can remain a bystander this time. I shall have to be very careful so that this does not turn against me," she said as she sat down in her swivel chair. She slowed her breathing and her pulse gathering energy together before she intoned:

Lust is tarnished it is true, But I regret ever laying eyes on you,  For this you will bid the earth Adieu.

So to protect me from this,  Your lust and your bliss,  Your shape I will dismiss.

She turned to her sphere and watched the young man named Alex.

"It will be better for you to have a month before you find me I think," she said before lying down and going to sleep.

***

Alex's thoughts were filled with a woman he swore he imagined, after all who else had heard of someone who had silver eyes? He was aware of contacts, of course, but they surely didn't look like contacts to him. He looked for her everywhere, he saw her nightly in his dreams. He wanted her. If he ever saw her again he didn't think he would be able to control himself.

After working the lunch shift he grabbed his gym bag from the back and got in his car heading for the local gym to work out. When he arrived he changed into shorts and a white wife-beater and walked around the facility looking for a free room in which to practice his boxing in. 

After a few minutes, he thought he found an empty room. Upon entering, he saw that there was indeed a woman occupying the room, as he turns to leave she looks up from her yoga pose and he catches the glint of silver from her eyes. 

"You!" He said looking at her in greater detail. She was just as he remembered her, with exception of the change of clothes. Today she was wearing a black sports bra and shorts. Her hair was in a French braid down her back from where she was kneeling. 

She raised an eyebrow at the inspection he was giving her, "Can I help you, sir?"

He stared for a moment longer before he moved forward. When she saw this movement she fluidly stood up and backed away from him.

"I won't harm you, come here," he said as calmly as he could, his blood seemed to be boiling as he became rock-hard in her presence.

"I highly doubt that, sir," she says as she runs into the ballet pole and curses.

He took that as a moment of weakness and grabbed her by the hair pulling her roughly to the floor. He took the tape he uses for his boxing gloves and tied her hands behind her back before dropping her back on the floor. He ripped her clothing from her then got up and locked the door to the room, as she should have originally.

While he is occupied with locking the door she moves against a wall and attempts to stand. When he turned around and saw her attempting to stand, he walked back over and back hands her, knocking her on her face and causing blood to drip from her nose.

He flipped her over and grabbed her breasts painfully twisting her nipples and removing his shorts at the same time. He looked her over and became harder. "You have taunted and teased me in my dreams for a month. Now you will pay for making me think I imagined you."

She watched as he slammed into her trying to throw him off of her, but having no luck as her arms were pinned behind her. He pounded her long and hard causing her to hit the wall. She let him think she was tolerating this treatment until he became to cum inside her.

At that moment he started to shrink, and he gave her a look of horror. "Now you can go on a cat and mouse chase. I hope you have fun," she says wickedly before she puts on a spare pair of shorts and a t-shirt. 

After she leaves he sees a cat walk in the room, and he attempts a scream as he runs, but it comes out as a squeak. His legs tire quickly and he sees his sudden death in the shape of a cat's maw.



Diana the Destroyer



Diana the Destroyer

Erotic Mixed Wrestling

About a week after my rematch with Debra at her wrestling club I got a call from her about another challenger.

"So, Chuck are you up for another challenge?" I responded "Of course, what have you got?"

She told me she had gotten a call from a woman that called herself Diana the Destroyer. Seems this woman had an undefeated record in six matches and wanted to make me number seven.

I inquired if Debra had met her and she responded she had and I asked what she thought.

"Well she is impressive." "She is about 5/10 and evidently works out on a regular basis." "Her upper body looks more impressive that most men I know including you, but it's her legs that could be deadly." "She has massive thighs (28") that look like solid steel." "Her inseam is 48" which means she could scissor your entire body."

"What about her inner muscles?" Debra responded "I understand her victims do not last long there either". "By the way she has huge breasts that are another weapon." "I guess 44DDD."

"So, you only live once, so I told Debra to set the match."

The Match

We agreed to wrestle at Debra's club in the ring. I arrived early and took the special shot that would give me an erection for at least 90 minutes.

The rules were the same. Three falls over one hour with a ten minute rest period between falls. A submission would earn 3 points, a forced orgasm 5 points and achieved orgasm 5 points.

I entered the ring as Diana entered and we both dropped our robes. Debra had not been wrong about my opponent. She was at least 5/10 and looked very strong. Her breasts were huge and while not sticking out like a missile they did not sag. For her part Diana looked at my 7.5 in. steel rod and commented "I cannot wait to deflate that." What she did not know, thanks to the shot, it would be around for at least 90 minutes.

The match started and Diana rushed me and got me low in a bear hug. She was completely crushing my body against her massive tits. She was so strong that she was pumping me and lifting me off the floor. I knew I had to do something fast or she would completely destroy me in the next minute.

In my previous matches I had never hit my opponent, but this was different. I brought my open palms and struck her on the sides of her head twice. The blows stunned her and she released the bear hug and fell on her back. I quickly dove on top and secured a pin with my knees against her arms. I was about to fuck her face when she brought her legs up behind me and locked them around my upper body and forced me backwards to be pined on my back. I was bent in half with my dick standing straight up totally exposed.

"So, Chuck now I will show why I am called Diana the Destroyer."

I was totally trapped and she increased the pressure against my upper body. With one hand she started stroking my dick and the other applied pressure on my balls to keep me from Cumming. I knew what she was doing in that she intended to completely drain me with a huge orgasm. At the same time her thighs tightened around my upper body. After what seemed forever she released my nut and with a final stroke allowed my orgasm.

I have never had an orgasm so intense. I actually thought I would pass out, but that changed as she poured on the pressure with the full body scissor. I screamed my submission and she released me and I fell against her chest out of breath. With her upper body she pushed me off on my back and buried my pole in her deep throat. At the same time she started fingering her clit and about the time I had a dry orgasm she climaxed also.

I was completely drained. "Diana asked, Do you wantto comtinue Chuck?" I responded end of first fall and you can count on a second fall. Score Diana 18, Chuck 0.

Debra helped me to my corner and asked "Are you sure you want to continue?"

I responded I had to as in spite of her strength I had to find a way to even the score.

End of Part 1

Part 2

As the 10 minute rest period was about to end I thought did I really want to continue? From the beating I took from Diana in the first round could I handle her for a second round? My thoughts were interrupted as Debra signaled the beginning of round 2.

Diana charged at full speed from her side of the ring. I sidestepped her and stuck out my arm in a clothes line that sent her hard to the mat on her back.

She was very dazed and I turned her over on her stomach and pulled her arms back for a surf board hold. Instead of placing my foot on her back I drove my rock hard dick into her pussy. She cried out both from pain and pleasure. In this position she was completely at my mercy. The angle of my dick was such that it was working hard on her clit and I could see that in spite of the pain from her arms she was close to an orgasm. With three hard thrusts she screamed both an orgasm and a submission.

I released her arms and turned her over and pinned her shoulders with my legs. Having come close to my own orgasm I placed my pole between her massive breasts and within a minute shot my load over her stomach. Then I buried my head in her crotch and Diana almost passed out from her second orgasm.

Score Diana 18 Chuck 18

After the 10 minute rest period Debra motioned for us to start the final round.

Diana spoke first. "Chuck in all of my other matches none of my opponents continued past the first round." "You did and evened the score." "Why don't we just have and all out fuck fight with the first to cum losing?"

My mind was racing with the thought of fucking this incredible woman. However, could I really outlast her? What the heck. "Okay let's do it."

We got on our knees and Debra sprayed oil on us to heat things up.

Diana wrapped her arms around me and deeply kissed me. I returned the kiss and she rolled me on my back and impaled herself with my dick. She started a rocking motion combined with her vaginal muscles milking. I realized I would not last long in this position so I placed my hands on her hips and rolled her on her back and started my own thrusts.

Diana smiled and wrapped her strong thighs around my legs and pulled me hard against her chest.

What happened next was unreal. Diana started pumping her ass in the air literally lifting me up in the air. At the same time she was squeezing my dick with her pussy muscles. I had gone from bad to worse.

"Chuck, why don't you just let go?" "No one has ever outlasted me in this position."

I placed my hands on either side of her face and pushed myself out of her grasp and stated, "I might surprise you."

Actually I was probably fooling myself, but this new position allowed me to start to have a little control on the situation.

After three hard trusts Diana had a little different look on her face as I could feel from the convulsions in her pussy she might be close also.

With one last thrust and a huge hip movement on Diana's part we both came to a huge orgasm conclusion. 

I rolled off as we were both breathing hard.

The match was a tie and Diana stated we had to have a rematch.



Diana the Seducer



Here’s a true story. They’re the best ­ I find reading about actual events even more exciting than reading fantasies. This all happened just before my 19th birthday. It may have been what sparked my interest in beautiful woman and all the things they do.

I was living about half of each year at home with my parents in a large town in the West Midlands (England). I had a girlfriend, studying at university in Manchester, and I had a few casual girlfriends in my home town. Although I didn’t realize it at the time I was tall, slim, athletic and handsome, in a youngish kind of way.

There are many stories I could relate (and probably will) about Diana. This is about the start of what went on between us. I hope reading my experiences will be a pleasure for women who covet a young cock, and guys remembering their younger years and the first hot women they encountered.

Diana and her husband owned the house next door to ours, theirs was the end of the cul-de-sac and we had only fields beyond our back gardens. I didn’t meet Diana until I was about 18, her husband was in the Foreign Service and they live abroad and rented their home out. One spring they visited us to tell us they were moving home for the summer. As they sat and drank coffee with my family, getting to know the neighbours all I could think about were Diana’s nipples and the hard-on this woman was giving me.

Diana must have been 30-something. She was about 5’4” , classicly pretty with a great tan and a short, blond bob. She was slim with smallish breasts ­ and seemed very proper to me. In fact she was just like a lot of our neighbours, apart from those nipples. Diana was wearing a sheer white blouse over trousers, and a lacy but sheer white bra underneath. Through the blouse and bra you could clearly see her dark nipples, in fact you could actually just make out the lighter colour of her breasts where she had tanned in a bikini. She was so proper I presumed it was an accident, but was I the only one who had noticed? I did everything I could to casually stay close and not make it too obvious I was staring. They probably stayed for an hour and my cock was rock hard the entire time. I shook her hand as she left and stared straight at her breasts ­ I thought this was going to be my last chance.

A few months later Diana told me how obvious I had been, to both her and her husband, and how turned on it had made them both. He liked to see her tease young men and she liked to see the bulges in their trousers. 5 minutes after they left I was in my bedroom rubbing my cock, imagining sucking those nipples. At the same time they were fucking each other next door, her husband telling her how much I was staring and how clearly you could see her tits, and Diana telling him how she had noticed my erection and how she had been tempted to brush against it.

I couldn’t wait to see my new neighbours arrive, and took an unhealthy interest when they did. Of course I didn’t have any idea of Diana’s motives. My bedroom was at the back of our house and overlooked Diana’s garden. Similarly, they had bedrooms at the rear of their house that overlooked ours. If you were in either of our gardens you could peer through or over the dividing fence and see into the back rooms of either house. This was the environment in which most of our initial teasing, voyeuring and down right exhibitionism began. Diana’s husband worked and lived away in London Monday to Friday, which helped make a lot of this possible.

One of my chores was to hang washing (laundry) on the line in the back garden, probably every 2nd or third day, to let it dry in the air. I soon noticed that Diana did the same thing. Usually early on, about 8.30am, just as I was getting up. I noticed because of what she wore. It was her lounging-at-home-wear, a man’s style shirt over a pair of knickers. I clearly remember the first morning I saw her. She looked so cute in the blue shirt, it was short and the bottom and top few buttons were undone. Diana had my undivided attention. As she bent to take washing from her basket and reached to peg it on the line I knew I would be in for a treat. Her slim legs looked great, each time she bent down the front of the shirt opened to give me glimpses of her breasts, no bra but I was too far away to clearly see her naked breasts. Each time she reached up I saw the gusset of her knickers ­ white today. That first time I started rubbing my cock and shot my spunk within 30 seconds.

After a week or two I had a pair of binoculars at the ready every morning, I enjoyed zeroing in on Diana’s knickers, always white and tight. I regularly caught glimpses of her naked breasts. Her breasts were small and the definition of perky. The dark brown, small nipples really stood out against the white untanned skin.

The first time Diana wore no knickers I could hardly get my breath. Her pussy was completely shaven, so at first I didn’t notice. No white knickers to spot and no bush to contrast with her brown thighs. Once I realized I was seeing her naked pussy and shaven too, my heart was pounding and my cock throbbing even harder than normal. With binoculars in one hand, trained on her pussy, seeing her slit every time she reached up, it wasn’t long before I felt warm spunk dribbling over the figures of my other, wanking, hand. It was all getting too good to be true.

I thought about what I wore for my own laundry duty, and started to wear an old and too small red toweling dressing gown. It had a towelling belt and was just decent if well tied and with me standing straight. Hanging out the washing was not decent. I practiced in front of a mirror, bending and stretching. I could bend down and show my arse, stretch and gradually the tie would loosen, letting my cock slip through the gap. My skin was smooth and almost hair free, I was very slim and toned from a lot of sporting interests, my girlfriends told me I had a handsome cock, would Diana notice?

It was only the second time I was performing in the ‘indecent gown’ that I noticed Diana in the upstairs window. I could look up as I bent down, kind of under my arm. I was certain I had seen her and my heart was pounding again. Did she want to see me naked? Would she get excited the way I did about her? Would she realize I could see her in the same situation and start wearing more? As I reached for the line I felt my cock slip through the gap in my gown, oh no, it was hard and getting harder, driven by lust and a blood pounding in my head I carried on, my young, hard cock slipping in and out of my gown. As soon as I was back inside I rushed to my room and rubbed my cock until I had an explosive orgasm, spunk shooting out of my cock like never before. None of my girlfriends had ever turned me on so much.

When Diana called around that afternoon, I was ready to die, what did she want? My mother answered the door and listening to the conversation I relaxed. Diana and her husband had just bought a pc (pretty new back then) and she wondered whether any of us would be able to help them set it up and get started, she had seen we had a pc when visiting. It didn’t take me long to volunteer. Diana was on her way out, but I promised to call around lunchtime the next day. I was almost too excited to sleep, getting to know Diana, being close to her, what might happen? Was she going to seduce me? Of course not I told myself, she was always so proper.

I wanted to look my best, so I arrived in tennis gear intending to say I was off for a game in the afternoon. This was the best excuse I had for wearing tight white shorts. I rang the bell and waited in anticipation of what Diana would be wearing. Jeans and a t-shirt, what a disappointment. Diana showed me their new pc in their study. It was sent on a desk with two chairs, ready to go. “Maybe you can start setting it up, I need to get a quick change, sorry. I’m going out this afternoon and I’ve been running late.” Diana shot upstairs, I got to work. While I started the pc I was thinking about Diana upstairs, was she naked, what would she be changing into, I imagined her naked, clean-shaven pussy and her pulling a pair of her tight white knickers on. There was something about how cute and pretty Diana was that suited the tight, white, cotton knickers I had seen so often.

I was taking in my surroundings and noticed the top drawer in the pc desk very slightly ajar. I couldn’t resist sliding it open and looking inside. I’m not sure what I expected to find. There were pictures of Diana, at home on holiday, the usual stuff. Bikini on a beach, I was thinking about keeping one when I heard Diana walking in, I carefully but quickly closed the drawer to where it had been. “Sorry to keep you hanging on Jim, how are you getting on?” Diana sat down and as she did so she reached across and pushed the desk drawer fully closed. Had she noticed? Was it just a coincidence? She was wearing a navy blue business-style suit, smart jacket, shortish skirt above the knee, tights or stockings and the sheer white blouse I remembered from the spring. I started to run through the start up procedure, trying not to think too much about the blouse so as to keep my cock under control. Diana was right next to me, she smelled great, more of tanning lotion than perfume. Things were going fine, then Diana stood up and slipped off her jacket. It was warm, so that was no surprise, it was a surprise to see she was braless and her blouse was almost entirely sheer. For the first time I realized this was a game, but I didn’t know what to do.

I was instructing Diana what to type and I was able to stare at her breasts while her eyes moved from keyboard to screen. Her nipples were hard, I was confident this was because she was turned on, but was I sure? The thin material of her blouse was tight around her nipple, creating a line running from it. I so wanted to touch it. I knew I was blushing bright red, my voice was wobbling a little, but we just carried on. My cock was rock hard and pretty obvious in my shorts, please notice I thought, please touch it. We were waiting for an application to load and Diana excused herself to make a phone call. I heard her go upstairs so I slid open the drawer again, were their any photos of her topless maybe? That would be her style, I thought, but nothing. Disappointed, I quietly closed the drawer. I opened the next drawer down and my balls tightened, just a few photos, maybe 20 or so, but all of Diana. Some were close ups of her face while she sucked a good-sized cock, her husbands I presumed. Most were of her on a large bed in and out of a bikini. The best were here using a gold-coloured vibrator on herself. On one she was kneeling on the bed facing the camera, legs apart, squeezing her left nipple with her left hand and the tip of the gold vibrator was all that was showing as she pushed it into her shaven pussy with the other hand. She was looking straight at the camera and from the look on the face, it was the moment of her orgasm. I could hear her approaching and pushed the drawer closed. I wanted her so badly, wanted to lick her skin, suck her nipples and push my fingers into her pussy, I had never had a girl with a shaven pussy before. I was desparate to feel her lips around my cock. Was it going to happen?

As we continued with the pc I couldn’t hold on any longer. While Diana typed I reached to my side and, with my heart in my mouth, I ran the backs of my fingers over her breast. The sheer material felt rough but I could feel the nipple and the firmness of her breast against my finger. Diana just carried on typing. My head was spinning, my cock was throbbing in time with a pulsing beat in my heart. I ran one finger in gentle circles around Diana’s nipple. She didn’t react, just carried on at the keyboard. I squeezed her nipple through her blouse and cupped her delicious, pert breast, still no reaction. Then she started to undo the buttons of her blouse with one hand while typing with the other. At the time she was setting up an email account! I slid my hand inside her blouse onto the other breast, her skin was deliciously smooth and felt like it had just been moisturized. I toyed with her breast for 2 to 3 minutes until she said, “You type for a while.”

Diana stroked and squeezed my legs, slid her hand up inside my t-shirt and stroked my back, stomach and chest. It was 5 minutes before she first ran her hand over my twitching cock. She stopped as quickly as she had begun, and took over at the keyboard. She slid forward on her seat and opened her legs slightly, oh yes. I was pleased to feel the stocking give way to skin, Diana had on hold-up stockings. I was expecting to feel cotton gusset, but what my fingers found was the wettest pussy I had ever touched. The first reaction from Diana was a shudder as my finger moved slowly up and down her wet slit, without pushing inside. With wetness all over two fingers I slid them on to her clit and gently wiggled them from side to side. Diana started to moan out load and snatched for my cock. She pushed down my waist band and dragged it out of my shorts. She stared at it for a few seconds, then looked me straight in the eyes. Her blue eyes were melting as I gently strummed her clit, I hadn’t even pushed a finger inside her yet.. In one fairly smooth move she stood up and straddled me as I sat on the chair. My hands moved onto her tits as she used one hand to guide my cock to the sopping wet entrance to her pussy, then she sank down onto me. The second she was on my hard cock she came, thrusting her self hard into me, she put her hands over mine and squeezed them harder onto her tits. Her nipples were like bullets. She was in the throes of orgasm for ages.

Once she settled down I thought it would be an awkward clean up and get dressed session, which I was used to with my girlfriends. Diana stepped out of her skirt, and pulled me up from the chair, she told me to lie down on the floor. As I did so, I looked at her, her pert breasts looked so suckable still, she was naked but for her hold-up stockings and her blond hair was less tidy than normal, straggles fell against her face. She opened the third drawer down and took out the same gold-coloured vibrator I had seen in the photos. (Turned out her husband had taken the photos the previous weekend with a view to letting me find them.) Diana kneeled over me in a 69 position, and started to suck my cock. Apart from being ready to explode it was covered in the wetness from Diana’s pussy, this made the sucking seem even dirtier. I wanted to get my lips and face all over her smooth skin and pink lips, but she used a hand to push my face away. Inches from my face she started to push the vibrator into her pussy. It slid in smoothly and she twisted the end to start the vibrations. “Fuck me with it and suck my clit.” 

I slid the entire length slowly in and out, and sucked her hard clit. She was licking beneath my balls, sucking my balls into her mouth and then sucking on my cock, it was fabulous and within seconds I was shooting my spunk into her mouth. She didn’t stop sucking, swallowing everything and keeping me hard. While I was shooting into her mouth she was clearly coming too, pushing her pussy into my face. We showered together and I realized how horny my firm young body and cock made her. She washed me all over about ten times and begged me not to tell anyone and to come around often.

Over the next 3 months we had some amazing sex, played some naughty games and gave her husband a few treats. Diana felt I was such a prize, she fixed it for me to seduce one of her friends and be (knowingly) seduced by another. If you like this story, I’ll submit the rest.



Diana Triumphant



In some respects Diana's childhood was unusual. Her mother, Prudence, and her father, Michael, seemed to reverse roles.

It came about because Prudence never really wanted Diana. It was as a result of Michael almost begging her to have a child that she finally relented. 

It is said that even the most reluctant mother, on seeing her new born child, automatically loves it, the fruit, as it were, of her womb.

Whether this is generally true or not I don't know but what I do know is that it did not apply to Prudence. She was career and not motherhood oriented and for her Diana was a nuisance, rather like a pebble in one's shoe.

Prudence is, in keeping with the contemporary Church, lay head of one of its departments; ironically it is the Child and Youth Mission Department. This work frequently took her to conferences, seminars and other such gatherings, often keeping her away from home for days and even weeks at a time.

Michael is an architect, and while this work also takes him away from home occasionally, he was certainly more present to Diana than her mother. 

Michael loved his pretty little daughter dearly, and it was he who carried out those functions in Diana's life that are generally believed to be the mother's role. It was he who bathed her, changed her, played with her and took her for walks. As Diana grew it was he who helped her select clothes, taught her to swim and play tennis, and at times when Prudence declared herself to be "Too busy," Michael and Diana would go off on holiday together.

It was Diana on whom Michael poured out his love. His relationship with Prudence after the child's birth had become precarious since she blamed him for endangering her career. The consequence was that over the years after the birth they drifted increasingly apart. 

It has been noted that a child who feels unwanted and unloved exhibits behaviour that makes it even more unlovable. This often carries over into later life, and so it did with Michael and Prudence. 

From the beginning Prudence had shown some jealousy about the loving relationship between Diana and her father. The more this jealousy was made manifest the farther apart husband and wife became. The farther apart they were the more Michael focused his love on his child, and, of course, the more irascible Prudence became.

Michael and Diana frequently gave expression to their love in hugs and kisses, and when Diana was still a child they would spend long periods together, perhaps watching television, or with Michael just reading to her while Diana cuddled up to him.

There were occasions when Prudence, seeing them so happy and contented with each other, would make sneering remarks about their "unhealthy" relationship, and adding, "You're like a couple of lovers."

A critical moment came when Diana was twelve; an age when a girl most needs her mother. Prudence announced that she was leaving Michael, and by association, Diana as well. The reason she gave was "spiritual incompatibility." 

After she had departed it was revealed that she had found her "spiritual soul mate" in Arnold, a celibate priest who, deserting his post, became un-celibate with Prudence. Oddly, having objected to having one child with Michael, Prudence gave birth to three children with Arnold, and only the drying up of her fertility stopped her from having more. Such are the strange vagaries of human relationships.

Among those vagaries can be included Prudence's almost total neglect after she left of her firstborn, Diana. Michael and Diana were left to fend for themselves as best they could. 

As far as Diana was concerned the departure of Prudence meant the absence of a rival for her father's affection, although towards the end of Prudence's life with them she had hardly been a rival at all, and had lived an increasingly separate life. Nevertheless, Diana felt that she now had her father all to herself.

Diana was entering the spring time of womanhood; the first budding of her breasts; the little triangle of pubic hair, and of course that momentous, and for some girls, the frightening, arrival of her first menstrual period, with no mother to guide her through these changes.

Fortunately Michael's mother, Marion, was to some extent able to help out at this time. It was Marion who took Diana to buy her first bras and panties – panties as opposed to the knickers she had worn as a child. It was this event that led to a change in Michael's view of Diana.

During the evening after the shopping expedition Diana stood looking at herself in her bedroom mirror, dressed only in the newly acquired panties and bras. She felt quite grown up, and always longing for her father's approval she sought him and standing in front of him said, "Look what grandma and I bought today, do you think I look nice?"

Michael looked up from the book he was reading, and felt his face flush. For the first time he fully recognised that Diana was indeed growing towards mature womanhood. She was no longer his child, his "dear little girl."

The shadow of pubic hair could be seen through delicate fabric of Diana's panties; the lacy bras did little to hide her burgeoning breasts with their sweet little pink nipples. Diana bore the promise of becoming an exceedingly beautiful woman.

Michael experienced a lurching sensation in his stomach, and as he recovered from this revelation of his daughter he said, "Yes, you look lovely darling, but I don't think you ought to go around the house dressed like that."

"But daddy, I only wanted to show you..."

"Yes, darling, and you look very nice; now go and put some more clothes on."

Diana, emotionaly on the pivotal point between childhood and maturity, was puzzled and a hurt. Daddy had been a little short with her. She had always paraded her new clothes before him in the past, but this time it seemed as if he wasn't interested. She did not understand the effect she'd had on Michael; that insight was to come much later.

Diana's wish to have Michael all to herself was not fulfilled, although for a long time she did not know why. In his forties Michael was still a very attractive man. His sex life with Prudence after the birth of Diana had passed through several stages; from, not very satisfactory; hardly ever; to never. 

He had a quality that seems to be rare among men. He actually believed in his marriage vows. Being "faithful until death parts us" he interpreted as never having sex with anyone but his wife, even if he wasn't having any with her. 

Once Prudence had departed, however, he gradually felt free to engage in sexual activity. This freedom was advanced when he learned that it was only six months after Prudence had married her spiritual soul mate that she gave birth to the first child of that union. The indications were clear; Prudence and her celibate soul mate had been engaging in not only spiritual contemplation, but had also been enjoying carnal indulgence before she left Michael. 

Released from the matrimonial bond Michael had no difficulty in finding himself a willing partner to relieve him of his long banked up sexual frustrations. This time he was determined that the bonds of marriage would not enmesh him again.

This led to a rather confusing problem for Michael. Obviously he was not the promiscuous type as witness his faithfulness to Prudence, but one of the things he would dearly liked to have happened was for there to be more children in his life. The ladies with whom he copulated were not willing to provide him with more offspring without marriage. 

Hence over the course of five or six years Michael became a one woman man, but it was a case of one woman at a time. As each successive lover became aware that marriage was not the end product Michael had in mind, her passion cooled. 

Poor Michael; from the first with Prudence and now with the women he attracted, he had been from his perspective, "unlucky in love." I think deep inside Michael longed for a permanent relationship, but his experience with marriage had made him wary, and truth to tell, a trifle cynical. 

Diana too had her problems, and these centred mainly on her father. It was not that Michael loved her less, but the pleasures that he found with his inamoratas led to his seeing less of Diana than had once been the case. In addition, when they were together he was less tactile with her than he had been during her childhood. Being herself a very demonstrative girl and having always been used to giving expression to her love and emotions, she started to feel rejected. This, strangely enough, led to the loss of her virginity.

Once she had started to become sexually aware, Diana had explored herself and learned the joys of her clitoris. At night, with the fingers of one hand gently pressing a nipple, with a finger of her other hand she would circle her clitoris, and this of course meant that she quickly discovered the pleasures and pains of the female orgasm.

Having discovered her sexual self, and with the decline in Michael's tactile relationship with her, Diana was open to someone else who might give her the loving hugs she was missing with her father. The difficulty was that like her father she had a rather virtuous attitude to sex. 

So it was that one night when Michael was out visiting his latest lover, Diana invited a boy called Reginald to her house; the reason for his visit given to Michael being a joint effort with their homework. This was sincerely meant by Diana; as for Reginald's initial motives, we shall probably never really know for sure.

Perhaps Michael was naïve to leave two sixteen year olds alone together, but so be it.

Diana was undoubtedly a very attractive girl, and since she was not among those girls at school who regularly enjoyed the penetration of their vaginas by the potent penises of the male students, she was seen to be a something of a challenge. 

During the course of that homework evening Reginald, started by tentatively putting his arm round Diana, and then by cautious steps went on to kissing, hugging, and breast fondling. He almost had his wicked way with Diana – almost, but not quite.

Diana, feeling deprived, and annoyed that her father had deserted her for yet another evening, she responded to Reginald's advances. She enjoyed his touches and kisses and having been thoroughly aroused, she even let him fondle her breasts and suck her nipples. 

This was the first time she had experienced something approaching sexual contact, but she was not naïve. They had received sex lessons at school, and she had read books and looked at pictures. She knew what a male member looked like and had some idea what could be done with it. 

Reginald, however, was the more experienced of the two, and having judged Diana to be ready for more than breast manipulating, he proceeded to explore her genitals.

Even this she did not mind, in fact she found it highly pleasurable since Reginald knew about the female clitoris and its potential for frenzied arousal. 

They were not exactly naked but their clothing was in considerable disarray. Reginald's penis was exposed and extremely hard, and dribbles of pre-cum had rendered its head shiny and sticky. He took Diana's hand and pressed her fingers round his throbbing member and encouraged her to start masturbating him.

Diana, inexperienced as she was with the male organ, nevertheless complied. From Reginald's point of view all this was intended to lead up to the grand finale of his sperm in Diana's vagina. Whether this would have been the final outcome we shall never know, because pain intervened before he got that far. 

As she was masturbating him, and with his growing excitement, he sought to thrust his fingers into Diana's vaginal tunnel, but unfortunately for him that little membrane stood in the path of his exploring finger. His thrust was so fierce that he tore it apart. 

Diana screamed and leapt up from the divan where they had been entwined, using some very unladylike language directed at confused Reginald. She was bleeding quite badly and after some more abuse Reginald was hustled from the room and the house, never to enter it again. 

After showering, during which Diana carefully examined herself for damage, she decided that perhaps the wound inflicted by Reginald was not fatal, but it had ruined a perfectly good dress because the stains of her blood were never completely removed from it. 

In bed that night she contemplated the course of the evening, and although in some aspects it had been pleasant the outcome had been less so; yet she realised it might have been worse. The story round the school was that that you couldn't get pregnant the first time, but that view had been shattered when her friend Mavis got pregnant and claimed, "I only did it once." 

Virtue laid its lukewarm hand on her and she resolved that in future she would preserve her – not virginity since that had gone – but her first "real time" for the man she loved. With that chaste decision her sex life, apart from self-relief, came to a halt.

Her relationship with her father continued to trouble Diana. Without knowing for sure, since Michael did not parade the women in his life, confining his activities to their houses or motels, Diana came to suspect that there was something going on. This seemed to threaten her relationship with her father more than her mother ever had. When her mother still lived with them Diana felt that she had some degree of control, and had in her childish way even enjoyed annoying her mother over her closeness to her father. But these other women, if they existed, were loose cannons.

There were times when she felt like confronting her father about the apparent decline in their relationship. She wanted to ask him why he kept her at a distance. It was not that he was unkind, but it was not the same as it had once been and she wondered if he no longer really loved or even liked her. 

She was sure it wasn't because she was unattractive; in that regard she had plenty of reinforcement from others. But he father no longer told her, as he had done when she was younger, how pretty she was or said he loved her.

As often as she made up her mind to speak to him about these things, she backed off at the last moment. Then came the Saturday morning when she finally found the courage to speak. 

She had risen a little late and still wearing her nightdress she went to the kitchen to have breakfast. Her father was already sitting at the table reading the newspaper, and for Diana this was one of those deja vu experiences. She had been here before.

Often when she was younger she would go to her father and sit on his lap facing him, her arms round his neck and legs straddling him. 

She now stood looking at him for a moment, then with sudden resolve she pushed aside the newspaper, sat astride Michael and kissed him softly on the mouth; "Good morning, daddy."

Michael looked flustered and for a moment said and did nothing. Diana stroked his face and hair saying, "I've got to talk with you daddy."

She was pulling herself very close to him and it was then she felt something hard pressing against the soft lips of her sex organ. She knew what it was, and she liked it. She started to press down hard, moving slightly over the tantalising erection. She felt her vagina lubricating and her nipples growing firm. 

Michael, recovering from his surprise and fully aware of the effect his daughter was having on him, tried to rise saying, "Darling, don't, you're a big girl now and rather heavy."

As he tried to rise Diana slipped from his lap to almost drop onto the floor. He steadied her but she pulled away from him and fled from the room. In her bedroom she burst into angry tears. She knew now why her father was cool with her. It was not that he disliked her or found her unattractive, but the very opposite. He liked and loved her too much.

It had been so close; she had enjoyed what she had felt, and only the cloth of Michael trousers had stood between his penis and its penetration of her vaginal opening. 

She had never understood the impact she'd had on her father the first time she appeared before him in panties and bras. He had seen in her then the developing woman, a beautiful and desirable woman, and he had known what his response to her young body had been. It was then he knew he must keep her at a distance.

Now Diana had responded to the feel of his erection pressing against her, and yet he had removed her from his lap. From that time on she was aware that he was not only sexually attracted to her, but that she was also attracted sexually to her handsome father. 

It might have remained like that, two people, father and daughter, living in close proximity, desiring each other and trying to make sure that circumstances would never arise when they would give in to temptation. 

That is how it might have remained until such time as Diana moved out from the house, perhaps to marry or follow a career.

It was when Diana had left high school and, following in her father's footsteps, started to study architecture at the university, when the next step in their relationship took place.

It was a cancelled lecture and Diana's decision not to work in the library that brought this step about. She came home, and was puzzled to see her father's car in the drive; she had not expected him to be home that time of the day. Just as puzzling was another car in the drive, a car she did not recognise. 

It was her habit not to enter by the front door, but to go round to the side of the house where French windows looked out over the lawn. She was about to open one of the glass doors when she stopped short. She could see why her father was at home early. He had not been expecting her, and on the very divan where Reginald had taken her virginity was her father, naked, and under him an equally naked woman.

Poor Michael; it was one of the few occasions when he had brought a woman home, and he'd got caught.

She could see his buttocks moving up and down rhythmically. The woman's legs were wound round him and they seemed to be close to orgasm. Through the glass came the muffled cries of the woman, sounding like, "Yes...oh yes...harder...deeper..."

Her father plunged fiercely into the woman, she screamed, and his movements became slower but more deliberate. 

Diana stood there, both fascinated and repelled. Fascinated by the beauty of two people copulating, and repelled because it was her father with the woman.

As she turned away and made her way angrily to the front door she tried not to admit what her true thoughts were. She let herself into the house and crept to her bedroom. She lay, listening to the sounds of the house; after about an hour she heard the noise of a car starting and leaving, followed soon after by another.

She went down to the room where she had seen, as she put it to herself, "Those two fucking." She dreaded the thought that her father might actually love the woman he had been fucking.

"He loves me," she thought, "or he used to love me. Why doesn't he love me now, why does he push me away; is he afraid of what he feels?"

On the divan she saw faint traces of their union. They had not even been careful about covering up traces of their coupling. She saw some wet patches and a blob of semen that she imagined had dribbled from the woman's vagina gradually drying. Her father's sperm – sperm that might have...she tried to send the thought skittering away but like most thoughts we try to suppress, it knocked at the door of her consciousness relentlessly. 

She bent and kissed the droplet of sperm, then tried to lick it, but it had dried too much. She saw in her imagination those two locked in their embrace; she heard again in her imagination, the faint cries of the woman. 

Diana lay on the divan and putting her finger against her clitoris circled it, and as she came to orgasm she wept, "Daddy...daddy...love me like that..." 




Diana Triumphant



She returned to her bedroom and lay on the bed wondering at the intensity of her feelings. She knew now, finally, why her father kept her at bay. He loved her and his love had turned into a physical desire for her, and she had responded to that desire.

We might wonder what might have happened if she had comprehended that time she had stood before Michael in her panties and bras, but that had been an act of innocence on her part, and she had not understood his reaction to her near naked body. 

Now she had to endure the agony that Michael had undergone when he realised he desired his own daughter. 

"Suppose he imagines himself in love with this woman," she thought. "That will drive him even farther away from me. She will take the place in his life that I should have. She will hate me because I love him so much, and because, even as he tries to drive me away, he loves me. She will know that because women always know."

Diana laid her plans. She was not named after the goddess of child birth, witchcraft and hunting for nothing. She would not allow her father to be seduced by some woman bent only on taking him away from her.

"He belongs to me," she told herself repeatedly.

Later that evening she heard his car pull into the drive. She left her bedroom and went to greet him. 

"Have you had a good day, daddy?"

"Yes darling, very busy but satisfying."

She went to him and kissed him, but he fended her off. "I've brought some work home with me," he said, "I'd better get on with it."

He left her and she thought, "Yes, you've had a very satisfying day, daddy, but not as satisfying as the future you shall have."

She thought long and hard.

Diana the huntress was now aroused. Although Michael did not know it, he was being stalked by that most predatory of creatures, a woman passionately in love. 

Diana the leader among witches considered the spell she would weave. Her most potent spell was her body – her young firm and desirable body. She now knew for sure that her father had already fallen under that spell, but he was resisting; she would make the spell even more potent. 

Diana the goddess of fertility; yes, she would use that as well; use it to bind him to her; use it to give him what he had so longed for, and what in her was also a deep yearning. She would give him children. His seed would fertilise her.

Inexperienced as she was in the final act of love, she had like many women a deep instinct for the ways of luring a man. She had read, she had seen pictures, and she had experienced Reginald.

Diana stalked Michael with infinite patience. "Better to get him in the end than frighten him off by too sudden a leap," she decided.

As part of her pursuit she let Michael see her in dishabille as often as possible. Panties and bras, a bikini, her most diaphanous nighties; she took every opportunity to be close to him, and even though he might fend her off she was not discouraged. She knew that in the end he would either have to separate from her completely – perhaps kick her out of the house which she knew he would never do – or finally succumb.

She knew that incest was publicly abhorred, but she didn't care. She knew about her father's moral attitude where such things were concerned, but she would overcome.

She watched him carefully. She could see the mixture of confusion and desire in his eyes whenever she appeared before him scantily clad. She could feel the faint tremor whenever she drew close and touched him. 

Chance often plays a part in helping us reach our goals. How long Diana the huntress might have had to stalk him; how long she might have had to weave her spell, we shall never know, because the goddess Fortuna, also a goddess of fertility, came to her aid.

A hot summer day; Diana came home from university. Her father should have been at home, but although his car was in the drive he was nowhere to be found. Having taken a look around for him Diana gave up. 

She put on her bikini. Half way down the back garden was a brush fence with a gate leading to a small orchard and a swimming pool. Diana crossed the lawn and opened the gate. 

She had expected to see no one, but there was her father. He was lying under the apricot tree, stretched out on a large old air mattress. 

The sight of him lying there brought a lump to Diana's throat. That was the very mattress and tree where they had lain after her father had given her swimming lessons when she was little. There they had hugged and played silly games and laughed together.

The memory of those days brought tears to Diana's eyes, but the huntress was still alert. Now her bow was drawn, the arrow aimed.

Michael was asleep, dozing in the heat of afternoon under the shade of the tree. Like Diana he had decided to take a swim to cool off. He was wearing bathers that were as scanty as Diana's bikini. 

As she looked at him she saw he had an erection. The head of his penis had pushed up from the confines of his bathers, and she could see glistening on it some sticky fluid. 

As he slept he must have dreamed, and the dream was drawing soft moans from him and he moved restlessly.

"What is he dreaming of," Diana wondered. "Is he dreaming of me? Now, in the vulnerability of sleep when his guard is down, is he making love with me, free at last from the restraints of wakefulness?"

She knew that this was her moment. It was an opportunity that might not arise again for a long time. She moved quietly to his side and knelt. Carefully, trying not to wake him, she gently pulled down his bathers. Released from its confines his penis stood up. 

She touched the long, light brown shaft. It was hard, and she thought she could feel it throbbing. As she lightly ran her fingers along it. He moaned. 

Touching purple head she felt the viscous fluid that oozed from his urethra, then bent to kiss the very tip of his manhood it. He moaned again.

Remembering Reginald, Diana started to masturbate Michael slowly and softly, watching the pre-cum start to flow more vigorously. Michael, under her ministrations, was now sighing and groaning repeatedly.

She speeded up her stroking and suddenly her father's eyes opened. 

"Ah...ah...what are you do..."

"Hush daddy, you can't fight me any longer, I won't let you."

"Diana...darling...no...no..."

"Yes daddy, we've frustrated each other too long and one day it will happen or we shall part for good."

Diana rose and took off her bikini to stand for a moment naked before him. 

Michael lay as if mesmerised by her as she sat astride him and slowly lowered her self onto his penis.

He made a move as if to push her away, but it was too late; he had entered her, and at the touch of her warm, moist, young vagina, he was lost. 

"There daddy, this is what we both want."

"Darling...darling...my beautiful girl..."

"I love you daddy and I know you love me."

She started to move up and down on him.

"Daddy...oh daddy...it's...beautiful...is it...is it beautiful for you?" 

Michael was beyond words. He was close to ejaculating. He seized her hips and started to pull her down hard on him.

"Daddy...daddy...something...something's happening...I'm going to...oh daddy...ah...ah...oh...ha...daddy...naaeow..."

Shaken by the violence of her orgasm she was beating on him fiercely and deliberately. She heard him cry out, and then his sperm burst into her. 

As her climax engulfed her in glorious agony and amid her cries of ecstasy, there welled up in her words of triumph; "Oh God...oh...mine...mine...ah...oh...mine..."

As his penis slacked within her she continued to move over him with little flipping movements, sobbing.

"Daddy...daddy...I love you...I need you...daddy..."

Then it was over. Diana relaxed, leaning over Michael so that her firm breasts pressed against his chest. She pressed her moist lips to his, and then his eyes and face as she stroked his hair.

"Daddy, I love you, I love you... I want to give you babies daddy, lots of lovely babies and then you'll never leave me...never push me away again...you won't will you daddy because your mine now."

"No my darling, I'll never leave you or push you away."

"Oh daddy, you love me, I know you do."

He had succumbed to her spell and knew that even if he wanted to he could never escape her now.

"Yes, my darling, my sweet one, I love you, I've always loved you."

Diana thought, "Yes, I have him, he'll never escape me now."

They lay long together in silence, each rejoicing in the new foundation of their love, still locked together at the genitals as if they would never separate. 

They were at the beginning of a love voyage that would last them their lifetimes. It would involve many explorations in the art of sensual love; it would bring babies into life and much joy.

Their bond was physical – sensual – but it was spiritual as well, as all true love is, and, I suspect, their bond was more spiritual than Prudence's and Arnold's was ever likely to be.