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By: squiddly



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This message contains feedback for: squiddly
About the submission: Trailer Trash Ch. 3
This feedback was sent by: bust-a-nut 

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I like the work, man, so I thought I'd let you know just how much.

I've been titillated by your purient descriptions for awhile when my girlfriend became interested in my forays into the erotica. I showed her your first chapter, and we had some knock-out sex following. We even re-enacted a few scenes.

When you came out with chapter 3, we were both pretty excited. I printed out the story, resisting the temptation to look, and headed to the bed room. I excitedly handed the story to Sarah who greedily took it from my hands. I stripped off her jeans and panties as she took to reading the story aloud. I positioned myself between her delicate thighs as she related the story from the printed pages.

Sarah has a similar unshaved patch of pubic hair to the foxes in your story. I began to lick her clit and discovered that she was already soaking wet from the beginning paragraphs of your story. As the story progressed she got hotter and hotter. I played with her cute butthole just as our hero in the story got to plugging at someone's asshole. Sarah began moaning uncontrollably. I licked around her hair-rimmed butthole and back to her clit. She grabbed her trusty vibrator and began attacking her clit while I concentrated on her asshole. I was running one finger in and out watching her pretty feet flail in the air as she bucked to orgasm. What a sight!

When she had recovered enough to continue reading, I sat up and inserted my cock into her pussy. The combination of your imagery and her magical pussy was amazing. I pushed her legs back (she can't put them behind her head like one of your characters, but yoga has made her quite flexible). As I neared orgasm, I began to pull out of her pussy to get a clear look at her gorgeous nether regions. She was showing off her pussy and ass and driving me wild. Her butthole was positively pulsing with excitement. I slapped her hole a couple of times with my cock just to get it going. She didn't want the big member up there just at the moment, but she smirked and said she had an idea...

Sarah pulled me up to kneel above her stomach. She then pulled her feet up to my cock which was right in front of her face. I'm not sure if you can picture this, but it was fantastic. I've got an un-cut cock, so she just wrapped her toes around my member and began to jack me off! Thank God for yoga. I began to lose it when she said, "That's it baby, come on my face!"

Well, the first spurt hit her right in the kisser and the rest just covered her face with goo. She kept jacking me off until the last drop then proceeded to wipe my juice all over her pretty face licking up what she could.

Just wanted to say thanks again.

-bust-a-nut and sarah


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To: bust-a-nut@...
From: squiddly@...

Subject: feedback

Best feedback message ever, man. Many thanks. I've got to relate my own story.

I read your feedback to my wife who wasn't really into the erotica thing. She freaked out. She knelt down and began attacking my dick right in front of the computer. She said it just turned her on so much to imagine my words causing another couple to fuck like bunnies.

I kept your message on the screen so she could read it while I pushed her over the desk and entered her from behind. She also has unshaven public hair which rings her butthole quite nicely. I began to massage her butthole while she paid attention to her clit from below. She came so fast, I was amazed.

I began to run my finger in an out of her butt as she looked over my first few chapters. Luckily, I keep some lube handy, and I greased up her asshole. "Baby," I said, "tell me you want me in here."

"Fuck, honey," she said breathlessly, "Fuck my ass. Put your cock in my butthole. Fuck my ass and come all over me. Isn't that what you want? Do you like facials? Don't you want to come all over my face? I want to feel it. I want to look at your face as you cover mine with come."

Well, shit, I was in heaven. I fucked her butt alright, but didn't last too long. I pulled out, and she knelt in front of me. She stuck out her tongue and said, "That's it, baby. Come on my face. Let me taste you."

I did just that. I covered her face in spurt after spurt which she greedily licked up.

Damn, dude, thanks again for the feedback.

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To: squiddly@...
From: bust-a-nut@...

Subject: feedback

Man, that was some hot response! Sarah and I read it with amazement. We had a date to do some boating that day, so I printed the message and we took it with us.

I rowed out to a remote part of the lake in a little, rented row-boat and took out the story to read to Sarah who was lounging in shorts and a bikini top in the middle of the boat. As I began to read, she dragged one gorgeous leg up to my crotch. My cock immediately began to stick out of my cut offs. She took her painted toes and began to run them up and down my shaft. I loosened the shorts to give her better access while observing that she had done the same to her own shorts and was busily massaging her own crotch. I read on.

She pulled one bikini strap aside and began to tweak her big nipple as I read. She's got a great pair of tits with big aerolae like you describe in your stories. She came like a banshee. I glanced around to see if anyone was near, but we were pretty far away from any bathers or boaters. She then concentrated on my dick. She got on her knees and pulled my foreskin back before assaulting my sensitive head. I was dying!

She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and said, "I want you really hard because I want this cock in my ass just like squiddly's wife." With that and a smirk, she took a tube of lube from her pocket and told me to grease up the hole.

She turned around in the boat and stuck her great ass in the air. I took a minute to lick that cute button before lubing her up. Luckily, we had a nice stable row boat, but the fear of tipping in my naked state kept me from hurrying the process.

I slowly inserted my cock into her butt as she groaned with pleasure. I wasn't fucking for more than a minute or two when Sarah began convulsing wildly. I couldn't take the amazing contractions she was putting on my cock with her butt muscles and said, "I'm going to cum!"

The cum-hungry bitch just flipped around and exclaimed, "Give it to me on my face. Cum on my face, honey, I want to taste it!"

I blasted her nicely right in the middle of that lake. And, to my surprise, she took my cock which had just been in her butt and licked it clean.

If I could just get her to let me video tape this, I'd never look at another nude pict on the net again. Ok, well maybe that's an exaggeration, but I'd sure be hot.


-bust-a-nut and sarah


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I'll share more of our exchange, if there's interest. I just love to get feedback like this. Send me more!
-squiddly

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It is nice, usually, to receive feedback from readers about one's stories. Not always, because some readers hate any particular story, whether it is lifelike or not. That's okay, because the notes from readers who like my stories almost always outweighs those who make negative comments.

Most readers who send negative comments do so with the most unusual username of "Anonymous" because if they left their real username, someone might just tell them how warped their comments really are. Actually I don't do that (at least, I never have so far) because I happen to think that all readers are entitled to their opinions, just as I'm entitled to write whatever my imagination leads me to write. However when someone takes the time to tell me that they enjoyed one of my stories and they give me a username or email address, I try to take the time to thank them for their input. Occasionally that has led to a lasting friendship.

Out of the blue, that is what happened when I opened one feedback message a few months back. It was from a woman who identified herself as Kerry_C. Actually her note was both a compliment for the storyline and a slight jab for changing the name of one of my characters in parts of the story - I hate when that happens!

I wrote Kerry back a note thanking her for both the compliment and the correction and stating that I hope she continues to enjoy my stories. As it turned out, that started a series of emails and then we moved to Instant Messaging. Kerry was an early thirties mother of two little children, married for eleven years. As you can imagine, she was a very busy mom but seemed to crave a little more adult talk than she was getting. I didn't ask but wondered if her hubby, who was an up-and-coming accountant, maybe was spending too much time at work and not enough on family matters. She assured me that it wasn't that so much as it was that his sex drive had begun to wane a bit and she was no longer being fully satisfied by his attentions.

She had a web cam and invited me to watch. On the times when we got together online, she often worked on one chore or another as we talked, giving me some insight into her industriousness as well as letting her finish some household items while we conversed. The thing I liked about it was that it let me see just how lovely a woman she was.

Right up front, I referred her to my online profile, which showed that I was much older than her. I could have been her father, or maybe even a second generation away by stretching things a bit, but she didn't seem to mind. She read my bio, including my handicap, and didn't turn away.

On the other hand, she was a beautiful woman. She told me that there was less of her than there had been but it didn't really matter to me. She was a curvy woman, with nice breasts and a great ass. No, she didn't show herself naked but she did show me her body encase in a T-shirt and jeans and it was easy to see that she had the body style that I really loved. 

However even if she had been huge or tiny, I would have loved her because of the most fantastic smile I'd ever seen. When she smiled, it was like a light shining in the darkness. And she smiled often.

Mostly our conversations were quite innocuous. We talked about the mundane events of our lives. We talked about our families. We talked about things we liked to do as hobbies - her list was rather short for lack of time.

I found out that she lived in one of the eastern coast states, nearly 500 miles away from my home. That was a little discouraging but I did get over that way three or four times a year, usually chasing one of my hobbies. Being retired did have its benefits. Maybe that was one of them.

The longer we talked, the more intimate our conversations became. I tried to respect her situation but when she said that she was at her sexual peak and her hubby was past his, I couldn't help but be drawn even closer to her. She said that they still had sex but it just was not as often or as satisfying as she would like. I knew I was older - much older - than her hubby, but I couldn't help but wonder if I would be able to satisfy some of her hunger.

Eventually Kerry told me that she had a wild side. She'd had a number of lovers other than her husband. A number of them had been before they had gotten married and. after they were married, she had been monogamous for over seven years. However her frustrations had then taken over and driven her into the arms and bed of another man, seeking the physical satisfaction she was not getting at home.

I have to admit that the longer we talked, the more prurient my thoughts of Kerry became. Every time she would get up to get another basket of laundry to fold, I watched her beautiful round ass as she walked away, wanting to touch her, to hold her, to snuggle up behind her and squeeze her to myself. I found myself wanting to kiss her neck, to nuzzle her ear, to kiss the side of her face but most of all to kiss her sweet looking lips.

Oh, back from dreamland. I wondered if her husband knew about her lovers but she told me that he did not. He wouldn't approve of her going outside of the marriage, or at least he would be unhappy about it, even though he probably knew he was not satisfying her as he had earlier in their relationship. I supposed it was a male ego thing that no guy wanted to admit he was not as good as he once was, even if he is as good once as he was. Even though this is a recurring theme millions of times a day the world over, men are too stubborn as a group to change their techniques to please their ladies in other ways.

So it didn't come as a surprise that Kerry had experienced other lovers when their marital relations began to produce less and less satisfaction. She indicated that most of those were short encounters. She was not looking to get out of her marriage but rather to get more enjoyment out of life.

Nor did it come as any big surprise when I found out that Kerry had been engaged in a long distance relationship with another guy for the last several months. She had never seen Brad, even though he was from a city less than two hundred miles away, because he was on duty in Iraq. However they had become quite intimate online, even exchanging erotic photos of themselves. I was certain that if things worked out in the future so they could get together, they would take their relationship to an even greater intimacy.

For the first time in a long time, I found myself dreaming about another man's wife. Every night, I'd go to bed thinking about Kerry and her smile ... and her luscious curvy body. Sometime in the night, I would wake up and realize I had been dreaming of being alone with her - not just any woman, but specifically Kerry - and doing all kinds of things with her, all of which were outstandingly satisfying. Invariably when I woke up, I would be wet from my own ejaculate caused by the dreams of being with - and in - Kerry.

I had fairly well accepted that our relationship would go no further than the online situation we had developed. But then Kerry threw me a curve.

With a Friday-through-Monday holiday on the horizon, she said that hubby was going to take the kids out of town to visit his family while she stayed in town for a long awaited dental appointment. They had discussed her trying to drive down later but decided that she deserved the long weekend by herself as a break from her usual routine of taking care of the little ones.

I thought about it for a bit but decided that there would never be a more opportune time. I asked if I showed up in town that weekend if she would take time to see me. She said she would be delighted. Her smile came through the web cam as bright as I'd ever seen it.

The Interstate passed a few miles away from her town and I found a very nice motel, at her recommendation, that would be a discreet distance so she would be unlikely to see anyone that knew her. I made reservations via the internet for the long weekend.

The days seem to pass at a snails pace after that. I was so looking forward to the trip but time just would not pass. I became impatient with all my daily chores because they just seemed to drag out my life rather than speed it along.

Nevertheless the days did pass and the time came to start the drive. With the car packed, I set out on the interstate. The plan was to combine the visit with my photography hobby so I included several stops along the way to make pictures of the beautiful Appalachian scenery, spending one night in a motel about two thirds of the way there.

I arrived on Thursday afternoon and checked into the motel. It was a very nice place and I had reserved a suite that contained two rooms and a huge whirlpool tub. I was back to being frustrated with the waiting, because I knew I wouldn't be able to contact Kerry until Friday afternoon after her hubby had left with the children. TV did not offer anything to hold my interest so I set out to explore the surrounding countryside. With a couple of state parks nearby and the civil war memorials that dotted the countryside, I found ways to pass the time.

I stayed inside Friday morning after getting breakfast. I read a book that I'd brought, watched a little TV, went back to the book and then paced the floor. Finally my cell phone rang at 11:17 and I was so happy to hear Kerry's voice. Hubby and the children had gotten away early in the morning, she made her appointment and now she was free for the rest of the long weekend. She was about ten minutes away from the hotel.

I spent the time straightening up the suite, putting away my book, moving my luggage out of sight, and setting up my CD player to play Alannah Myles' Black Velvet song because Kerry had told me that it melts her into horny mush. I wanted every advantage I could get.

It might have been twelve minutes before I heard a car in front of the door and I opened it to greet her. What a sight! Kerry was just as beautiful as I had thought she would be and very sexy. She wore a deep red dress made of a very soft material, one that clung to her curves so deliciously.

She came to me with that fantastic smile I had only seen from afar. There was no awkwardness of the first meeting; rather she came into my arms and we kissed like long time lovers. It was some minutes before we broke apart.

I showed Kerry around the suite, which she proclaimed to be nice. In the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed and urged me to sit beside her while we talked. For a while, we simply caught up on how things were going (mostly okay for both of us) and what was new (not much). 

She noticed the music playing softly in the background and said, "You remembered!"

I smiled and nodded.

"You know what that does to me, don't you?"

I nodded again and leaned toward her. She kissed me again, a searching tongue finding my own. I returned her attention eagerly and soon we were exploring other areas. That morphed into unfastening clothes, gently at first and then frantically. When I got Kerry's clothes off, I pushed her down on the bed and began to kiss and lick her all over.

She was both sweet tasting and sweet smelling. Her fragrance seemed to go right to the top of my brain and simply destroyed my self-control. I couldn't get enough of her and she appeared to be enjoying my attentions. Until I got down to where I spread her legs and started licking on her thighs. 

With a lurch, she pushed me away and said, "No! It's not fair. I want some too."

We agreed on me laying on my back, she laying atop me and I resumed my licking between her legs while she began to finger and lick and kiss my genitals. Her tongue around the shaft of my raging hard-on was like adding fuel to a burning bonfire.

While I concentrated on licking her pussy and sucking around her clit, she was working magic on my cock - up and down, around and around, licking the shaft, all around the engorged head, even sticking her tongue into my little opening. She massaged my balls and kissed them from time to time, sending me into a world of purest ecstasy. When my balls began to contract, she bobbed her head down until my cock was completely inside her mouth and throat and held still while I pumped my load down her throat. Just moments later, she shuddered, tightened her legs around my head and climaxed, flooding my mouth with deliciously sweet juices.

After a bit, she shifted and started to move away but I held her tightly, not letting her escape. I wasn't ready for her to leave yet. She laid her head down sideways as I spread her buttocks and slid my tongue over her perineum into her anal valley. I have always had a strong attraction to my lover's little puckered opening and Kerry was no exception. I washed the entire area using ever-decreasing ovals with my wet tongue.

Finally I came to the center of the little puckers and dabbed my tongue at its focal point. Kerry grunted but there was no other reaction. I rubbed my tongue back and forth, up and down over the little covering and she began to murmur softly. After several minutes, I poked my stiffened tongue at her center and felt it move back, making room for my entry. It didn't go far - maybe a half-inch or a bit more - but it was enough to stimulate the thousands of nerve endings around her sphincter.

I started moving my tongue in and out and I felt her whole body relax by degrees until she was nearly limp. Every so often, she would emit a sound, a sort of soft grunt or a moan, something that seemed to indicate that she liked what was happening. Then unexpectedly, she tensed, pushing her ass back to my face as her thighs tightened around my head. I felt, rather than saw, her head jerk from side to side. Through gritted teeth, she uttered something like, "Uuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!" as her body shook for several seconds.

When her orgasm passed, Kerry collapsed on top of me again and lay there panting for several moments. As she was able, she turned around and hugged me tightly, saying, "That was wonderful, sugar." I didn't tell her but I think it was as good for me as it was for her.

We lay together for a while, mostly just hugging and kissing, sometimes talking but not much. After a while, proximity to this sweet young woman overcame my recent excitement and I began to get hard again.

I gently turned us over so Kerry was on her back, Settling into her saddle, I eased my hard cock into her precious pussy. With our pelvises pressed together and my cock flexing inside her hot, wet channel, we hugged and kissed, exploring each other's mouths in a hot sensual horizontal dance.

Gradually I began to move, just rocking at first, then slowly moving a little at a time, rocking occasionally against her clit, loving all the feelings that being in her and with her were giving to my sex-starved brain. Each time I thought about it, I couldn't believe that an old man like me had been honored to share the wondrous delights of such a beautiful young woman. Yet that thought made me harder. It made me want to make the feelings last forever.

One of the advantages of age it that, after the first orgasm, it takes longer for the second and then the third. That means that I get to enjoy my lady even more than I had as a younger man. This time was no exception. In and out, rock, in and out. Slow and easy, Kiss and hug, tongues exploring. So sensuous, so wonderful. Three times Kerry stiffened up, bit her lip, and came, only to relax and let me start again. Each time I restarted I notched up my speed just a bit.

Finally I began thrusting hard and fast, working toward the great reward. Even when I felt my balls contract, I tried to draw them up and prolong the sensation. And it worked - for maybe 5 nanoseconds. Suddenly I was spurting my seed deep into Kerry's precious love box. I held myself tightly inside of her and let the whole load spew into her. Then just as the last drops were oozing from my flagging member, Kerry wrapped me up tightly within her arms and legs and climaxed one more time.

As we lay facing each other struggling to gain control of our breath, I glanced at the clock and was surprised at how much of the afternoon had passed. I asked Kerry if she was hungry and she said that she was.

We climbed into the shower and it turned out that it was not a quick one. Once more we got involved with each other and my cock soon found its way back into her pussy as I pushed her up against the tiled wall with the warm water cascading down over us. With her legs wrapped around my waist and our mouths locked together, I fucked her hard and fast until she shivered and climaxed.

Exhausted, we washed, dried and dressed. We went in search of a restaurant and after a short drive found one that suited our tastes. There were few other patrons in the place at that hour so we had a leisurely meal and returned to the hotel after a little more than two hours.

For a few minutes, we sat around talking, about family, about school, about life in general. Then Kerry wandered over and sat in my lap and we started hugging and kissing again. It always amazes me that, while a guy can have little or no odor ranging to something pretty vile if he does not take care of himself, a woman almost always gives off a faint sweet scent even if she has not applied perfume. Kerry was like that now, not having put on perfume after our shower but still sending just the hint of the smell of fresh flowers to my brain. Along with the sensual feeling of her soft skin along her shoulders and at the top of her breasts, I became quickly aroused.

Kerry smiled knowingly as I unbuttoned her dress and slowly opened it to give my fingertips access to more of her lush body. It felt particularly magnificent when she nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and shoulder and let my fingers do the exploring. She had a dreamy expression on her face. 

I unfastened her bra and let my fingers gently explore her generous fleshy mounds. Thrusting out her chest, she offered them to me for sucking ... and I did. They were tasty morsels, her nipples hard as rubber erasers. I could have spent the rest of the day playing with them.

Instead she pulled away from me, leaving me a bit frustrated. Not for long though as she began to tug at my pants. I lifted my hips and she slid them off, followed quickly by my underwear. Kerry pushed me to the bed and dropped between my legs, capturing my turgid cock in her fingers. I felt her hot tongue lick up the length of my shaft and became lost in the glorious feelings she radiated throughout my body.

I lay there luxuriating in the feelings for some minutes before the urge to reciprocate became too strong. I asked her to allow me to taste her. At first she seemed intent on maintain status quo but then she stood on the bed, pushing her panties down her legs and stepped over me. As she lowered herself to again suck on my cock, I guided her so that her pussy settled onto my face. Once again I savored the sweet taste of this precious woman.

Although I was loving the attention Kerry was showing to my cock and balls, I knew that I would not cum for a long time. However I was please when, after several minutes of attention to her luscious soft pussy, she shuddered and climaxed around my tongue again. For a few minutes, Kerry lay still with my cock against the side of her face.

When she lifted her head again, she looked over her shoulder and said, "You can do that other thing anytime you want to, hon."

"You mean, lick your anus?"

"Uh, huh. I liked that too."

So, spreading her buttocks slightly, I delved my tongue into her anal valley. When I finally speared my tongue into the opening, it seemed a little less tight than it had been earlier. I began to fuck her ass with my tongue and she was soon humming a soft tune around my shaft while she sucked on me.

While my tongue worked in and out, my hands found her hanging breasts and gently massaged the soft globes, occasionally pulling on her erect nipples. I noticed Kerry would stop bobbing on my cock for periods of time or she would grip my balls a little tighter than usual. Then her head jerked uncontrollably to one side and as time progressed the jerking became more frequent until she clamped her thighs around my head and climaxed.




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When she'd had a few minutes to recover, Kerry asked, "Would you like to fuck?"

"Yes," I replied enthusiastically.

"Get behind me."

We untangled enough so that I could roll out from under her but Kerry stayed on her hands and knees - well, more like her face and knees. I got behind her magnificently round bottom, between her legs and aimed my cock at her wet pussy. It slid in easily until my entire shaft was consumed and the feeling was exquisite.

I started moving slowly but she urged me to fuck her hard and fast so I quickly picked up speed, holding her hips for leverage and banging into her ass hard with each in-stroke. She pushed back at me as I moved forward, until we had a good rhythm going. I slipped my hands up her sides and grasped her swinging tits, never missing a beat. After a few minutes, I slipped a hand down between her legs to tease her clit and soon was rewarded when she came again.

A few moments later, she reached for her purse on the nightstand and handed something back to me. "Here, it's time for this."

It was a tube of personal lubricant and I knew what it was for. Carefully I applied a plentiful supply to her anus and worked it in. Then I generously coated my cock. Moving back up behind her, I guided my member to her back door while she held herself open for me. Slowly I pushed inside, to hear her grunt with pain. I stopped and held myself very still.

But it was a momentary pause. She said, "Come on, hon. Just go slow."

I eased forward maybe an inch, then slowly backed out and pushed in again, gaining a little more room. Several times I backed out and started over until finally my whole shaft was inside her rectum. It was tight - very tight - but oh, so good!

After she'd had time to adjust to my intruder, she urged me to begin fucking her. Again I started slowly, not wanting to hurt her but also wanting to savor the indescribably delicious feeling of fucking her tight ass. Just as when my cock was in her pussy, every time we came together my hands delighted in feeling the round smoothness of her bottom, the soft cushiness, and the sexiness of knowing that those buns housed her two fantastic orifices.

I could sense that my next climax was on the horizon but when I felt Kerry's hand between her legs fondling my balls, I knew that she would hasten my pleasure and only hoped to hold off long enough to bring her to the brink again. As much as I wanted the feelings to last, I couldn't help but pick up my speed as it became easier and easier to thrust into her. My wandering hands roved over the smooth skin of her back, loving the contours of a curvy woman. My brain seemed to forget everything except concentrating on the roaring red blaze of fire the kept spreading until it seemed to consume me. Was that red image from the fire that seemed to burn at our connection? Or was it sparked by the electric embers emanating from her fingertips around my testicles? I didn't know - I didn't care! I loved it! All I knew was that I didn't ever want it to end.

But of course it did. It ended in an explosion worthy of the fire she had kindled in my brain, as if I were a solid fuel rocket fired from the Cape by NASA. I was so engrossed in my orgasm that I barely heard her squeal of delight - I think - as she came just after I did. I got the impression that her experience rated nearly as high on the sexual Richter scale as my own.

After my heart rate had slowed, I padded to the bathroom and cleaned up, then brought a warm washcloth and dry towel and helped Kerry clean up. Then we both crawled under the covers and, cuddling together, went to sleep.

Once in the night I awoke needing to go to the restroom. When I returned, Kerry was awake. Although she didn't say anything, her spread legs offered me something I couldn't refuse. With no urgency, that might have been the sweetest coupling of all, slow and sensuous, with lots of kissing while my cock flexed inside her warm pussy. Eventually I fucked her a little harder and we both achieved another satisfying cum, although it took me several minutes longer than her. Again we curled up with her in my arms and went to sleep.

The following morning we were both famished. We showered and dressed and went to breakfast, albeit a little late in the morning. Afterwards we decided to drive around the countryside and see some of the historical sites - there were plenty of them within a reasonable radius.

So many of the Civil war events occurred in that area that anyone remotely curious about history has to be intrigued. I was and we visited several places as we spent the day with each other. We stopped for lunch in mid-afternoon, then continued our journey. Some stops were well known and publicised. Others were rather obscure.

We were at one of those by later afternoon, a place where two armies met, skirmished and parted with few casualties. When we stopped, there were no other cars in the parking lot and we were alone as we made the pleasant walk to the memorial.

It turned out to be modest brick-paved square with a low retaining wall on each of four sides and an opening to the paths that led to other parts of the memorial. There were bronze plaques, tarnished by the weather, in each of the corners, describing the armies and their leaders and their movements through the short skirmish.

I was intrigued, but I sensed that Kerry was beginning to get a little bored. I hadn't asked if she had been there before but she had directed me to the site so she must have known of it. I made the round of the plaques, reading the information and visualizing the movement of thousands of men through the meadows and groves of old trees that still stood.

When I finished reading, I turned to locate Kerry and spotted her leaning on one of the low walls on her forearms, her pretty round bottom prominently displayed in my direction. I whistled softly and without looking, she flipped her skirt over her back. To my surprise, she was not wearing panties, although I had watched her put them on as we dressed that morning. My cock sprang to attention immediately.

Looking around to make sure that there were no other visitors in the area, I stepped up behind Kerry as I pulled my raging hard-on from my jeans. She murmured her approval as I eased it into her hot pussy. There was something outrageously hot about fucking in public, even though there was no one else in sight. Just the thought that we might be seen made it seem all that much more ... gratifying, fulfilling, satisfying. I was torn between making it last and getting to a climax before we were caught. Ah, what th' heck! Make it last.

My hands were all over Kerry. She managed to unbutton the top of her dress and unfasten her bra, giving me access to her wondrous tits. Thoughts of her lusciousness, her delightfulness, were intermingled with wonder whether other couples had used this site for similar purposes and whether the spirits of the soldiers who died in the area were watching our coupling.

I guess my age was showing. Kerry came twice before my balls began spitting my cum into her precious pussy. Not that it was all that bad but I had begun to get concerned about being spotted and was relieved and delighted when I came. Maybe it was prophetic that, as we were walking hand-in-hand back to the parking lot, we passed a family of five coming towards the memorial.

After a nice romantic dinner, we wandered back to the motel where we spent the next few hours talking and fucking, fucking and talking until we finally drifted off to sleep from a day filled with pleasure.

Sunday morning started great. I awoke to the feeling of Kerry sucking on my cock - what a magnificent way to wake up! For the next several minutes, I lay relaxed, my legs spread with Kerry sending the most wonderful feelings coursing throughout my body. Then, as I shot my load down her throat, it only got better.

Kerry crawled up beside me and I tasted myself as we kissed. Then I worked my way down her body, going from side to side, leaving a wet trail of kisses everywhere until I reached her pussy. Lifting her legs to my shoulders, I buried my face in her crease and began to work my tongue into her sweet opening.

Whoever said that pussy smells like fish didn't love pussy. I love pussy - the smell, the feel, the taste. And Kerry was certainly no exception. I didn't get a lot of it anymore but I sure knew that she was one of the sweetest, nicest, most loving women I had ever known. And I really loved licking and sucking and kissing her soft warm pussy. And after she came while I was sucking on her clit, I greedily licked up all her fresh juices, pushed her legs up higher and licked into her anal valley.

I have never understood why more men didn't lick their lady's anus. It seemed to me to be a natural extension of the attentions to be lavished on a woman worthy of any efforts, and that fit Kerry to a T. When a woman used the phrase, "Kiss my ass" in anger, my thoughts were "How long and how deep?" I didn't find it a turn-off; to the contrary, it made me want her that much more. As I licked and tongue-fucked her ass hole, I felt my cock get harder and harder until it became almost painful with the need to fuck her. I don't think she minded my efforts either, when she moaned and shuddered through another climax.

When I climbed up into her saddle, she was wearing a little lopsided smile. At that moment, I don't think she could have mustered the energy to say no even if she had wanted to. I slipped my cock deep into her still hot pussy and covered her mouth with mine, our tongues intertwining in a little sexual dance.

Slowly I pumped in and out of her slick pussy, taking time to wiggle a little when we were mashed together. I twisted around enough to suck on her left tit for a while, teasing her hard nipple with my tongue and pulling it lightly with my teeth. Then, after more time with our mouths together, I turned to the other side and lavished attention on that breast.

It took me over forty minutes to achieve another climax myself, during which Kerry came twice more. It was a most fantastic, superbly satisfying fuck for me. I could only hope she felt the same.

After we showered, we went out to breakfast. In the middle of our meal, her cell phone rang. When she checked the caller id, she put her finger up, requesting that I be quiet while she answered.

"Good morning, honey ... yeah? And how are the kids? ... Okay, good ... Oh? Sorry to hear that ... So you'll be here about ...? ... Uh, huh. I'll fix some dinner unless you want to stop ... No, that's okay. I'll look for you then."

She flipped the phone closed and put it back in her purse. Then she looked at me.

"My mother has come down sick so my husband is going to bring the kids back this afternoon so she can get some rest."

"I'm sorry to hear that, sugar."

She smiled. "Me, too, but that's life. Let's eat up and get back to the hotel. We've still got a couple more hours so let's make the most of them."

We were back at the motel 20 minutes later and soon undressed and back in bed. Laying facing each other, we cuddled and kissed until I was hard again. Kerry turned onto her hands and knees and offered me her bottom. I climbed up behind her and speared her pussy from behind. Although I started slowly and gently, she soon had me pumping her pussy hard and fast. Even though I loved having her fondle my balls as I fucked her, it would take a while until I came again but the fun in getting there was unmistakeable.

After Kerry came once and then twice, she asked if I'd like to fuck her ass again. When I responded affirmatively, she handed me the lube and I prepared us both. Then easing into her tight ass, I slowed down again to a bare crawl for a long while, making sure she had adjusted to my intruder. But when she encouraged me to go faster, I willingly accommodated her and the combination of the tightness of her ring of muscle around my shaft and her fingers diddling my balls soon had them boiling with hot sperm and I flooded her bowels. Shortly after that, Kerry climaxed once more too.

Even if our weekend was being shortened by a day, it had been well worth the drive. I had loved every moment I was with Kerry. But I had begun to wonder if this was a one-time thing or if there was potential for something else.

As I lay on my back, Kerry curled up in my arm, pressing herself against me, and said, "Honey, you know I love my husband and my family, don't you?"

"Yes."

"And I don't want to leave him, right?"

"Right. I understood that at the beginning."

"Okay. Now my question is - are you going to come back to see me sometime?"

"Sweetheart, you only have to tell me when and I'll be here."

"Good. That's what I wanted to hear. Let's go shower."

I stayed over that night and then started my drive back home the following morning. For some reason, I felt absolutely no urgency to get back home so I followed only less traveled roads and my camera got a real workout. So did my mind, as I relived my wonderful weekend with a most fantastic woman. 



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Writing erotic stories and posting them on literotica.com, has been one of the most rewarding and constructive pastimes I have taken up over the past few years. 

My first story, 'Magic Medicine', received its first feedback e-mail within a couple of days, and from that first feedback e-mail, the character Ann was born and a rewarding symbiotic relationship developed. (But that is another story.)

However the receiving of feedback is a fickle and rare occurrence. I have stories with 100000 downloads plus and good numbers of votes and in my opinion good scores (over 4.6) for nearly half my submissions. 

Not so long ago I received this feedback message via Literotica.com. I always reply to these messages; it takes a lot to write a story and if someone did really enjoy, the story the last thing on their mind is to thank the writer. 

The message read:

I just read Earl Grey and Two Sugars and find myself breathless. Ooooo to be a character in your stories. Very exciting; I practically held my breath anticipating your next move.

Can't wait to read more. Thanks for posting.

Danielle: Daniellenisx@yaboo.com" 

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So being polite I wrote back...

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Dear Danielle

Thank you for the feedback on my story.

I would like to know in more detail please, what you found 'so sexy' about the story. 

Also, where are you on this tiny planet? So I can put a mark on my Google earth.

Respect and Honour

Hitchhiker

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Normally one doesn't get a reply to the response so when a reply did comeback I was pleased and even a little excited with the content.

Dear Hitchhiker

I shouldn't tell you but I live in the UK very near Oxbridge in the little village called Chillington I hope you can find it. How many thousands of miles away do you live?

What did I find sexy about your story? I have now read several more of your stories, Ann and the looking Glass, is very, very sexy. I have fantasised about my own mirror having an invisible lover inside. Last night I lay on my bed and fucked myself with my vibe and imagined it was the man from the mirror. I also very much liked, 'By a mountain stream' I bet you enjoyed yourself with those two.

You might want to know about me. Well, I'm 20 I have mousy shoulder length hair. I'm 5ft 10ins tall lightly built, but not skinny. My breasts are C-cup my best bits are my legs which are very long. I have never been with a man but have had lots of sex with girls.

Danielle

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Whoa this girl is a little firecracker I thought, and she fucked herself with her vibe! Reading, one of my stories. I could not resist in writing back somewhat aroused and even a little nervous.

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Dear Danielle,

The picture you put in my head of you thrusting your vibe into your hot little quim was nearly too much. Why? Because you don't live thousands of miles away from me but less than 25 miles, so beware you might even find me appear behind you in your room as you stare at your naked reflection in the mirror, wrap my arms around your waist and nuzzle your neck nibbling the lobes of each ear in turn. Sending shivers down your spine as your body pushes back into my embrace. You turn your head allowing our lips to meet.

My hands slip gently up your sides cupping the outside of your breasts, then pushing you gently around I pull you into a full embrace cupping your left breast in my right hand and kneading the hot firm flesh.

As my fingers feel your nipple become aroused and harden, the finger and thumb pinch the little bud and begin to massage it gently back and forth increasing the pressure to almost the point of pain.

Our kiss has become intense with my left hand behind your head holding tight so our tongues can explore and taste each other.

You are becoming breathless, your body is trembling, shaking, beginning to perspire you don't know if you should scream or surrender to this entity that appeared behind you only seconds ago. 

Is it real or is it just a dream??

A dream? Then surrender, to your imagination and let your passions grow.

As you surrender to emotions, desire and lust, you become aware of something new, you feel, a wonderful hardness pushing into your tummy. You respond by lifting yourself on tiptoe so you can feel the hardness against your vulva. 

Little flashes of lightning course through your pussy and your quim starts to yearn to be filled to receive penetration, fulfilment. 

My mouth breaks free of yours and chases my hand over your shoulder nipping at the flesh. But my mouth desires those globes of delight my hands grasp a breast each and push them together allowing my mouth to devour each nipple while my tongue simultaneously licks each nipple wetly and my teeth nip. You want to feel the hardness of my erection and reach and grasp it in you right hand, it feels so hot almost throbbing with lust, a yearning that has been generated by your own naked body.

Should I continue? Or would you like to take up narrative?

Respect and Honour

Adam

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Well we shall see what sort of reply that gets, I thought as the bits flew out into the ether.

I got a reply the next Day.

Opening the e-mail I saw the text in big bold letters

"CONTINUE please, please, pretty, pretty, pretty please."

Oh my, I hope that you never stop.

As your mouth covers my breast, I can only gasp in pleasure

I feel your tongue as you circle the hardened nipple and my hand reaches to your shirt impatiently I begin to unbutton your shirt but my hands are to clumsy and in need of more flesh I rip at the shirt, buttons fly everywhere, but they are of little concern to us now my back again arches as you nip my nipple with your teeth; and my hands reach to undo your belt and Trousers. My fingers grasp the waistband of both your trousers and pants and push down, sliding them over your hips; I can feel your manhood and am both nervous and excited by what I feel. 

Your hand reaches down to grab my crotch and a wave of excitement washes over me, my body in one quick moment has become yours to take and use as you wish.

The text then dropped to a normal font,

"My dearest Adam 

What you wrote was so sexy I nearly fainted when the message stopped. I tore my knickers aside and read and re read your words. I wanted you there and then. But I couldn't reply straight away because my bloody computer crashed, my brother was out and I couldn't fix the problem.

Instead all I could do was lay in bed naked and reread Ann and the looking Glass over and over again.

If you can make love as you write my dear wonderful eloquent Adam I want you to come and visit me. Call me on 07777 676869.

In lust for you

Danielle XXXXXXXXXXXX

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Dingdong...., carry on...., what a girl? To good to be true was my first thought. Could it be that at long last I had found a woman close by, that was different?

I reread her writing and thought how subtle and clever she was to stop, as I had done, to return the tease, so to speak. This was fun, but there could be problems ahead.

In somewhat of a dilemma I pondered on what I should do next. Phoning her was fairly safe. She wouldn't be able to know where I was and distance would still be on my side.

Nervously my fingers dialled the number on the screen, Brrrrr, Brrrrr.

"Hello?"

"Can I speak to Danielle please?"

"Who? Is that you Adam?" Asked a tremulous young sweet voice who spoke with an educated and refined accent.

"Danielle it is I. I don't know if this is the wisest move I have made. But I had to speak with you, to find out if you are for real. Sorry to sound so doubtful." I had broken the ice, what happened next, I would play by the seat of my pants.

"Oh... You.. Ah.. You sound as sexy on the phone as your writing. When can you come and see me?"

Her voice was full of girlish excitement, and I felt I had to calm the situation down, to make sure she understood what we could be getting into. I know I sound like an old killjoy but I wanted to get everything clear from the start.

"Danielle you too sound as sexy as you write. But I would like to talk to you first. Set ground rules, find out what we both expect and want from this relationship. It is no longer an Internet cyber fantasy. We are real and real close too. You have seen my picture on my member's page so you are aware that I am very much older than you in years. 30, to be precise!" 

I finished my statement and waited with baited breath for her response.

"I like your picture I have printed a copy. I hope you don't mind? You look kind and thoughtful, as the characters in your stories are. So the age doesn't matter and you are hopefully what I'm looking for. A man to teach me, I don't want a husband I want a real lover. So one day when I do get married I will know what I want and what I should do to make my husband happy."

Well she certainly knew what she wanted from me. This was one canny girl I had found or rather she had found me.

"What can I say?" I replied in somewhat of a stunned tone. This young lady had worked the situation out. 

"Danielle this sounds too good to be true, I must admit. You want to be shown the delights of the flesh, so you want me to show you how to please a man and how to enjoy your own body." 

Silence filled the air space, and for a moment I thought I might have gone too far. She was, just a moment ago, very sure of herself, but now she had heard what it was that I was suggesting and on hearing it stated in the cold light of day. I was sure she was rethinking what she wanted. 

"Adam," she said nervously. "I am in need of a teacher, and am hoping that you are the kind man who can take me to places that I desire. I like the way you write and if you are as passionate in the flesh as you are in your writing, then I would like for us to get together. I am looking to learn how to pleasure a man and at the same time I hope to learn how to pleasure myself with a man."

Again silence, as I considered my words carefully. I have in the past taught several girls the path to womanhood. Simply because I have had some very good teachers of my own, older women that found me cute and so taught me how to love and to make love to women.

"Danielle, Thank you for your trust and confidence in me I will do my best to teach you. But really I'm still only learning myself for I'm sure I am by no means a Casanova or even a Byron in the ways of love." Oh boy did that last statement sound crass? I grimaced to myself and waited for the knock down. Casanova or Byron hell's bells what will the girl think, I thought!!

"Adam, Adam. I don't want a Casanova or Byron I want someone who knows himself, has kindness and sincerity. I have read your stories you don't come across, as some big headed know it all. If you want me as your pupil I want you as my teacher... Please... Sir?"

"Then Danielle I agree to consider the idea in principal. But first I want to know all about you. If that's OK?"

And so for the next 30 minutes Danielle told me about herself. How she had, had a wonderful childhood, her father was rich and successful, her mother beautiful loving and clever. She told me all about her older brother who was a computer guru working for both a very large computer company and one the universities in near by Oxbridge.

At the age of 11 Danielle had been sent to boarding school on the south coast just outside Brighton only coming home on the holidays to be with her family. 

Now though she lived at home because she was at university in Oxbridge studying oriental arts. She had been given the best in all things material but she felt she had missed a lot by not going to the local school.

"Well Danielle I have not been educated formerly I went to an ordinary school and as you can hear I speak with a common English accent."

"You are not ordinary Adam. That is so clear to me. Please say you will be my teacher. I promise to do anything you ask of me, I mean anything." 

Her voice quavered in a tone of begging and anxiety. How could I refuse?

"Well Danielle I'm sure we can at least meet and see how we strike it off face to face. Do you drive?" I said hoping she said yes.

"Yes I drive, and I have my own car. Where shall we meet?" She asked excitedly. "This weekend would be good, can you make it?" Her voice had now become a little more relaxed and I could tell she was smiling. I was to; I was also becoming aroused at the thought of meeting this young lady in the next few Days.

"Danielle do you know the Red Lion at Great Whetting?"

"Yes" She replied excitement in her voice.

"Can you be there at 10:30 on Saturday morning we can park there and go for a walk in Whetting woods the weather is forecast fine and I don't know about you but walking in the woods is a rather romantic thing to do." The plan had been made, would she accept it or ask to meet in a more public place? 

"Adam I will be there; I drive a green Mazda M3."

"Well then my dear little lady the date is set. An M3, I bet it is just you. And I drive a Dark Grey Fiat with decals on the side. Wait in your car I'll come and find you." Now I was the one to be excited.

"What shall I wear? What would you like me to wear or shall I surprise you?" Danielle said giggling at the idea.

"Mmmm what shall she wear for our first lesson?" I mussed out loud. "You will wear something light and feminine a loose blouse a longish skirt. You may wear under wear if you wish, but I would be most pleased if you did not."

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Saturday dawned clear and bright it was forecast warm and still. 

I had told my wife about my meeting with Danielle and how she had found me on the net. The first thing she had said was "It sounds like this young woman wants my husband to be her teacher." 

"What would you do if I became her teacher?" 

Mia had put her arms around my neck and kissed me saying

"Kita and I would trust you to be kind to her and you know we will still love you. She might even want to meet us and you never know what might happen then." The smile on her face and glint in her eye confirmed her sincerity. (Yes, I know, lucky bastard!) 

With my wife's approval I drove along country lanes on a fine warm summer's morn to meet with Danielle. I didn't know how the meeting would go she might see me in person and become cold and withdrawn, but I thought this unlikely, chemistry though is a fickle thing.

I turned off the road into the pub car park there was only one car, a green M3. I pulled up along side turned my head and looked. My jaw must have dropped half a yard. Danielle was absolutely, gorgeous. She turned and smiled at me. I couldn't wait to be near her in person. But she was out of her car before me.

By the time I had opened my door she was there flinging her arms around me.

"Thank you, thank you for coming. I thought you would think better of the whole idea and not come." She was crying into my shoulder.

"Hey, hey come on now." I cooed wiping away her tears with my thumbs. I held her head in my hands and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. She pulled me tighter and I enveloped her mouth forcing a mirrored response from her. Danielle's lips parted and my tongue found its way inside it snaked up under her top lip and slithered across her teeth and gums, as I sucked her into my passion.

Being slightly taller than me, Danielle pushed me sideways against the rear window of my car. I don't normally push a lust filled woman off me. But in this situation I had too.

"Hang on there girl. " I drawled in a mock southern states accent; trying to cool things down. Danielle lifted her body off me and smiled down into my eyes.

"You are smaller than me." She giggled. "You didn't tell me how tall you were and I just presumed for some reason you would be taller."

"Well I hope you aren't too disappointed. You on the other hand are just drop dead gorgeous and how the hell you have remained such an innocent defies belief." I must admit I was a little taken aback at her initial enthusiasm, and so I must have seemed a little aggressive in my reaction.

"Come on lets go for our walk. For one thing your teacher needs to calm himself down." I opened the tailgate of my car and removed the Daypack I had prepared for our meeting.

Danielle was stunned by my outburst, and was silent for a moment. She was clearly considering her response, which was equally curt.

"I shall tell you, how I have remained innocent! I don't like boys I prefer girls or think I prefer girls." She said tentatively, "I went to an all girl's school, it was very well protected and no boys were allowed within the walls. So we spent a great deal of our free time experimenting with each other. At the age of fourteen one of the girls smuggled a dildo into school. We thought we had all died and gone to heaven. From that point forward, we all played together. We never thought about boys, and this was okay by me. All my friends and I were on the gymnastics team. It was a slice of heaven for me. When I was at school all there was, were girls. Being on the gymnastic team was just wonderful.

"Sorry sweetness. I didn't mean to be nasty I was just a little shocked and now I must admit much chuffed at your reaction on our first meeting." I turned and pulled her into my arms. "Come here and let's start again." I kissed her holding her for a few seconds just letting our bodies feel the contact. My dick was hard and pressed against her vulva, I must admit I was as randy as hell and couldn't wait to get into the classroom. Breaking the embrace I took her hand and guided her toward the gate leading off into the cool green woods. We walked without speaking just letting the closeness develop between us. Danielle had dressed herself in a lacy gypsy top and a knee length scarlet coloured skirt in the same style. I could see she had not worn a bra so I guessed she was without knickers as well. 

My mind was in turmoil not only at the start to our meeting, but also at what she had said about preferring girls. Questions formed in my mind, I was curious and wanted to know what made Danielle tick.

"So.. Why and how did you pick me to be your teacher, when it would have been far more natural for you to choose someone nearer your own age?" I looked at her as we walked and she just glanced at me clearly considering her answer.

"Mmmm why not pick someone nearer to home? Answer there isn't anyone I fancy. Plus I was only looking at the stories on literotica when I came across your stories by accident in the mature section. The stories there are so much more romantic. From there it is history I sent you feedback and here we are." She stopped walking and looked at me.

"Next question," she said with an impatient tone for Danielle was clearly baiting me. We continued on our walk deeper into the woods. I knew where I was leading her and turned us off the main path. 

"You said you were on the gymnastics team and it was heaven for you. Why was that?" 

"For a start we all wore very little clothing whilst we practised. We could touch one another as we bent and pushed our bodies in ever more contorted positions."

"You are a contortionist?" I asked a grin like a Cheshire cat right across my face. "I have always wanted to meet a contortionist. How supple are you?" 

"I thought you were the teacher." Danielle laughed. "I think you will be impressed when you see what I can do. Let's put it this way I can watch a dildo go into my pussy."

After walking for nearly a quarter of an hour we arrived at our destination I led the way through the thick hedge of Rhododendrons and out into the small circular arena in their midst, at the centre of this natural circus there is an ancient stump of an Oak tree it's about 4ft high and 6ft across it is not solid the wood having decayed long before the tree was felled to form a horse shoe shaped wall of wood. The site always reminds me of a Druid temple deep in the forest hidden away out of the sight of disapproving eyes. What better place to bring Danielle for her first lessons in the delights of procreation.




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Danielle stood in awe of this natural stage. She was visibly enraptured by the whole space she ran toward the Oak's stump and leapt upon it in one fluent feline bound, the sun shone down on her like a spot light.

"Oh wow this is just magic, what a place to bring me, and this old tree!"

Danielle stood facing me and looking down at me, she began to raise her left foot up the inside of her right leg when the toes of her foot became level the her right knee she turned her left leg pushing it straight out at 90 degree's to her body and the then on up until her foot was above her head and her calve next to her ear. This had made her gypsy skirt ride up her leg first exposing her thigh and then to my delight her quim which was shaven quite smooth and was glistening with her arousal. She stood on one leg her sex visible and fully open to my admiring eye.

"Danielle that is so sexy please continue; and you look good enough to eat."

"As they say, you ain't seen nothing, yet." Lowering her leg she stood and stared down at me. Danielle pulled of her top off and tossed it to me she then pushed down her skirt and her body followed the waistband to her ankles. She then stood on her hands and ever so slowly lifted her feet off the stump pushing then up and out as she did this Danielle moved her hands turning her body round so she could look at me, and I could marvel at her.

She then performed the splits with her legs out spread perfectly straight. 

I was nearly shaking myself to pieces with the eroticism of her performance Danielle twisted and bent her legs up and down and around several times. She then bought her feet back down to stand next to her hands her body was bent double then she pushed head between her legs and her arms grabbed the back of her calves.

"Oh yes I see. I am wet." She grinned looking at her puffy sex. 

I was entranced. I again was wondering who, was the teacher! Danielle then stood up and turned around to look down on me again.

"Adam strip for me I want see what a real naked man looks like."

"Well this one is getting close to his sell by date, but I am not to ashamed of my looks." I quickly removed my shirt, shorts and pants.

"TA DA..." I said and struck a pose then I walked into the centre of the horseshoe and gazed up at this supple naked woman. She was doing a handstand above me and with perfect control.

"I dare say you have had your pussy licked many times. But I haven't eaten yours and from where I'm standing I think you should bring it down here and let me have a taste." I turned my face up toward her. "Feed me!"

Danielle swung herself down into the splits holding her bottom clear of the wood placing her quim right in front of my slavering mouth. I grabbed hold of her thighs and buried my face into her. She tasted so sweet and even though I was rather rough sucking and thrusting my tongue into her willing cunt, she was clearly enjoying her first moustache ride.

"Oh my.. Easy, easy that is too good. Oh not so quick Oh oh... Yessss. No don't stop please don't stop. Fuck, fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue." Her body weight on my arms and shoulders was becoming too much. So I pushed her backward until her bottom rested on the back edge of the stump. Now I could really get down to munching muff, sucking gently on her clit Danielle held my shaven head between her hands. 

"Ooooo this is so good don't stop. Please don't stop." Danielle was taking to man loving like a fish to water. So I thought some teasing would be good and pulled my face away from her sopping quim.

"Hold that pose I want to record how you look." I said walking back to my pack and removing my digital camera. Danielle held the pose and let me take her picture in fact she was rather keen to pose for the cameras all seeing eye.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes very much. Do you like showing off to me and the camera?"

"Oh yes, very much! I always have." She cooed. But I'm so very, very horny I would like you back here."

Danielle pointed at her glistening slit still wide open and begging for attention. I had taken some very nice pictures and was also ready for me to get back and eat her, this time I would make her cum. 

Putting the camera back in my bag I walked over to Danielle and holding her around the waist plunged my mouth onto her slit. But I needed her to lie back more and as she was sitting on the back edge of the stump this was impossible.

"Put your legs over my shoulders and lean forward." I instructed. "I want to move over the other edge of the stump so you can lie back for me."

Danielle didn't need telling twice so with her tummy button touching my nose I lifted her over to the other side of the stump putting her bottom right on the edge she tilted her body back allowing me to now get a finger inside her quim. 

Bending the invading digit up I found the ridged area of her G-spot and began to twiddle the tip of my finger on her inner place. I now leant forward and began eating peaches. 

Opening my mouth wide I covered her quim and sucked gently to create a tiny vacuum. Then with my tongue I probed every fold and crevice of Danielle's slit noting ever little shudder and contraction to learn what she needed most. 

It was too much for her if licked her clit full on. But running my tongue in tiny circles around and around was just what she wanted. 

Danielle held my head and moaned "Don't, don't please, don't stop, don't stop...." 

I felt the contractions start and then she began to buck her hips forward as her orgasm swept over her. I kept sucking and licking and moved away from her clit and thrust my tongue deep onto slit tasting, sweet pussy juice as it flooded out and ran down my chin.

Danielle lifted my head from her pulsing pussy and smiled at me "Mmmm that was very nice, different to a woman. Not better or worse but very different. Thank you."

Wiping her juices from my bearded chin with the back of my hand, I gave her vulva a gentle kiss and moved up to her face and kissed her deeply so she could taste her sex in my mouth. We nearly ate each other with the longing passion of this kiss filled of hormones and lust.

Come I said and picked her up in my arms taking her from the tree I carried her to the blanket I'd laid out a few steps away. I was kneeling beside her my cock throbbing with my desire.

"Now tell me what you like best." She said as she sat up a little and bent toward my crotch and swallowed the glands. I was so aroused it was like an electric shock of pleasure and I thrust my hips forward into her soft hot mouth.

"Phwoar, that's rather good for starters." I exclaimed breathlessly.

"Starting off with a tease of the tongue is always good, and hold the top of the shaft between finger and thumb and then starting at the base of my cock lick slowly with a very wet tongue all the way to the tip. Yes like that and repeat that action several times.

Danielle did as instructed slowly running her tongue and lips up and down the length of my shaft.

"Is that Ok?"

"Perfect..."

"I have practised with dildos before but the real thing tastes and feels a whole lot nicer."

She finished this statement and took the glands again into her mouth then the shaft all the way to the root.

"Phwoar that too, you have to have practised with a dildo." I murmured my eyes rolling with ecstasy.

A muffled "Ah huh" was all the reply I got. Danielle pulled my cock from her mouth and smiled at me with pure mischief. My cock was coated with thick layer of saliva and held firmly at the base by her hand,

"Like that?"

"Err yes... again please."

And with no more ado Danielle took a deep breath and swallowed the whole shaft to the root, this time though she began to pump her head back and forth flexing her throat around the glands, her nostrils flaring each time she sucked air into her body when the head of my cock was not in her wind pipe.

I could feel wonderful sensations in my shaft as the start of orgasm began to build.

"Careful or you'll make me cum too quickly." I panted, my breathing starting to get shorter as I tried keeping the wonderful sensations this nubile yet not so innocent virgin was giving me.

With gasp and great intake of breath Danielle withdrew my shaft from her mouth and I was able to suppress the urge to shoot my seed.

"Would you like to cum in my mouth?"

"Yes of course, but I would also like to make it last a little longer. For a start I'd like to eat your lovely little pussy again. I would also like to make love to you and feel my cock in your quim."

"OK, but you must cum in my mouth. I want to feel you sperm slide down my throat. Like some of the girls at school claim to have done. Can I suck it just a little more it feels so nice."

"Alright but be gentle the sensation is very nice and your technique doesn't need much improvement, if any."

Danielle began again to suck lick and swallow my cock. I turned my self around and manoeuvred my head in between her naked thighs and in 69 began to eat her pussy. She held onto my hips and pumped her head up and down my rampant shaft.

But slowly the attention I was giving her quim with my mouth began to distract her from fellatio to cunnilingus. Danielle bent her legs and began to push her crotch up off the ground. This made my job even easier as I was able to get at all of her slit with my mouth tongue and fingers. Holding her tight buttocks in my hands I was able to pull her pussy lips wide open and bury my face even further, lapping and sucking her nectar sweet juices.

She had all but stopped sucking on my cock and I knew she was near coming again. 

Quickly I moved from over her body and still holding her hips off the blanket positioned myself between her wide open thighs. I knew she was ready for me and I pulled her quim onto my rampant cock and revelled in the wonderful sensation of entering a young virgin pussy.

"Oooh it's so warm hard yet soft more please more."

Pulling her fully onto my cock I let us both enjoy the feeling of intimacy, before I slowly started to move my hips back and forth allowing my penis to slide in and out becoming coated with her milky white juices. 

Getting into my rhythm I began to fuck Danielle getting faster and faster, then stopping for a moment, before beginning the cycle all over again. Danielle moaned and writhed with pleasure and I pulled her forward to crouch astride my thrusting hips allowing her to control the penetration. As our bodies touched we embraced and kissed letting natural passion take over.

Danielle pushed me back until I was lying on the blanket and she sat astride me rolling her hips back and forth pushing her pubic bone down onto mine. The head of my cock rubbed deep within her and I held back waiting for orgasm to subside.

"No don't stop cum in me." She urged breathlessly 

I thrust up to meet her ever faster gyrations as her orgasm came and came. I grabbed her hips and began to pull her body ever faster until I could hold back no longer.

"I'mmm" I moaned.

Danielle pulled her body off my cock and dropped backward toward my feet as she bent her head forward and opened her mouth my hot seed shot into her mouth. She didn't stop for a split second taking the whole twitching length deep into her throat and began to pump her head up and down until I signalled for her to stop.

We were both drenched in sweat, breathless totally spent and extremely content.

This girl didn't need teaching, she was a fucking natural.

"How did I do?" She asked smiling down at me as she laid her hot glowing body onto mine.

"Not bad, but I think a few more lessons are called for, just to make sure." 

With that she cuffed me playfully.

"I think I might be bi-sexual." She grinned laying her head on my chest as I began to dose in the midday sun. 

To be continued...



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 Notes: Inspired by 'Surrogates', in which people can transfer their consciousness into biomechanical dolls/bodies. Crossposted to: Futanaripalace.com; Hentai-Foundry.com; Literotica.com. Contains:futanari(dickgirl)/female, sci-fi themes

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>>Surrogate Wireless Neural Link integrated. Model SSN-A-PSK-87943-498 activated. Operator, please initiate a feedback-check. Would you like a feedback check tutorial?

"Fuck, no," Candi Carter said as she reclined in the life-support cradle, one foot tick-tocking back and forth with great impatience. "This isn't exactly my first time around, shit-for-brains."

The Neural Link software considered this response, and seemed to accept the negative option. Candi closed her eyes, and her consciousness filtered slowly from her natural body to the one that had been created according to her detailed specifications. She had forked over a lot of credit for this new body, especially with the hot new modification.

This was her third Surrogate; Candi was pretty used to the feedback check when activating a new biomechanical body. As soon as her consciousness was fully encapsulated in the new Surrogate, she began flexing her fingers and toes, gauging the amount of feeling. She raised the smooth, pale hands and ran them down over large, gravity-defying tits, grinning at the realistic pebbling of her nipples.

"Nice," she said, and then looked down the new naked body at her crotch. She couldn't bend over too far, because the body was still plugged into the charging station, right beside her two older Surrogate bodies, but she saw what she needed to see. "Oh, yeah."

Dangling loosely between beautiful thighs was a nicely formed cock, the new modification that was going to be all the rage. A cock on a female Surrogate body! It was insane; the first time she saw it advertised, she wanted to be the first to have it. Her usual physical modifications were those vaguely based on her own natural looks and were simply a matter of adjusting certain external aesthetics, but this modification included some complex systems programming.

It was pretty expensive, because those nerds up at the Division kept bleating about how they had to find a way to connect the female psyche to the idea of having a male organ attached between their legs, and how to 'control' it. That was petty bullshit, Candi thought, just as much as those transgendered fucks made noises about how the development in technology was perfect for people who had body-identification issues. Fuck them. This model was all the newest on the block, and only those with the most credits and the best connections won the game.

Like Candi. She glanced over at the life-support cradle and wrinkled her nose. Unlike the Surrogates she ordered, her real body was slender and unimpressive, almost boyish in form. In this form, with its unbelievable hourglass figure, long black wavy hair, sparkling grey eyes and ethereally pale skin, she was a knockout. She hardly spent time in her real body, anyway, except for its daily exercise. It held her physical brain, of course, but that was the extent of the appeal it held for her.

As soon as they perfected the technology to maintain human consciousness indefinitely in a Surrogate body, without the risk of irreversible psychosis, Candi was outta there. Who needed to deal with the frailty of biological bodies when the Surrogates were stronger, tougher, faster, sexier...better in every single way? Not Candi Carter, that was for fucking sure. Her family's company designed and built the tiny chips that were the powerful basis of the Neural Link. Without their work, operators couldn't connect to their Surrogates. Well, 'their work' meaning that of her parents and older siblings, Candi couldn't bother with all that hard shit.

A small ping from the charging station indicated that the Surrogate was fully powered. Candi stepped off the small dais, and stared at the soft breathing of the natural body. That wasn't her real body. Her real bodies were the Surrogates, which didn't need to breathe at all.

She had to call Santao, and show off this shit.

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"You bitch," Santao said in a breathless little voice, his eyes wide as Candi paraded in front of the holo-vid, naked. "How'd you get that model so fucking fast?"

"Pre-order, assface," Candi said and struck a pose. "Got the right number of credits, get to the front of the line. That's how the world works, didn't you know?"

"I'm hard as a rock right now, lemme tell you," Santao said. Candi giggled; the holographic image of her best friend wavered a little bit as he reached into his boxers and fondled his dick. "I mean, cocks don't do it for me, but on this surro? It's fucking hot. You test-drive the merchandise yet?"

"Of course! Jerked off a few minutes ago."

"How was it?"

Candi strolled over to her large bed, flopping onto it and rolling on her side. The dick, limp and soft, rested against her thigh.

"It was so good, Tao. I came and came so much out of my dick, and rubbed some of the cum in my cunny. It felt really amazing."

"I hate you," Santao said, his arm moving rapidly as he continued to jack off. "I wanna fuck you, though."

"Later." Candi sat up and squinted at him playfully. "We have> to go out to the Regency and put this surro to good use."

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The Regency had three levels: the ground level was called the George, and it was a club that catered to those with lower-end Surrogates, or those who hadn't had recent upgrades, or even those who walked around in their natural bodies. Candi didn't want those losers touching her, so she walked around a back corridor and down a staircase, Santao in tow. They descended past the Anne level and emerged into a massive, opulent space of the Sophia floor. Private cubicles with silken curtains surrounded a gilt-edged dance-floor; in the corners, beautiful women and men danced in hanging cages.

"Hello, Miss Carter, Mr. Torreno," the host said with a small smile. "Your usual seat?"

"Of course," Candi told him haughtily, throwing a mocking look over her shoulder at Santao, who rolled his eyes. "Remember when we were in senior year in high school, and we snuck out from home to come here, Tao?"

"That was just a few months ago, you dizzy slut," Santao reminded her. The host stopped at one of the bigger compartments and pulled away the curtains with a flourish. A low, wide dais was completely covered with a massive pillow, which in turn had a pile of smaller cushions scattered over it. This compartment was reserved especially for Candi and her friends, and she shrugged off the large coat she wore, throwing it at the host. She wore a simple black dress, but it was dangerously short, tight and showed off more of the swell of her massive, plush tits that was strictly necessary. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and clambered onto the comfortable platform, not removing the high heeled black boots which clung to her thighs.

She well knew that relaxing on the dais this way would reveal her cock to anyone who was looking, and the thought made her cunt went and her dick begin to ooze pre-cum.

"You just love the attention, don't you?" Santao said as he climbed up as well. Santao brushed a hand through his dark blue curls before snuggled up to Candi, sliding a hand up her thighs. His arms were covered with dark tattoos which changed colour according to his mood. Candi like that mod, but she didn't think it would suit her.

She let her legs fall open a bit more, and Santao made a face when his hand brushed against her hard cock.

"Told you, I'm not about the cock at all."

"You want the pussy, you gotta go past the sentry," Candi retorted and laughed at Santao's mock-sour expression. He gave her dick a single quick stroke, and then slid down his hand quickly to toy with the fleshy lips of her cunt. The Surrogate body generated bodily fluids so realistically, and so much of it! When she'd used the dick that first time, it seemed it had spat out gallons of sticky cum onto her bed. She'd probably have to get a fluid-replenishment very soon.

"Hey," Santao said as he fingered Candi slowly. "Look over there, isn't that Grace Weston?"

"Where?!" Candi went up on her elbows, gazing at the other compartments. People were dancing in a desultory fashion, blocking her view.

"There, look." Santao pushed two fingers right up in her even as he jerked his head in a direction opposite to their location. "Didn't you have a thing with her?"

"Oh, she had a thing for me," Candi lied, trying to catch a glimpse of Grace Weston's dark hair. Some of the dancers shifted out of the way, and Candi actually started a little when Grace's gaze suddenly met hers.

In this town, the Westons were just as inventive and prosperous as the Carters, and Grace's philanthropy was well-known in the whole state. Grace was just a fucking goody-two-shoes, as far as Candi was concerned.

Candi hummed as Santao's fingers played in her pussy, deftly avoiding her cock. She grabbed his wrist suddenly and pulled it out and away from herself, ignoring his complaints.

"You're a tease, Candi," he said, but there was little heat behind his words. "You see Grace, and you don't know what to do with yourself."

"That's not true," Candi said, staring over at Grace, who had turned away to talk to her companions. "Santao, either that stupid bitch has a true-to-natural surro, or she's not in one at all. Who let her down here like that?"

"Westons go anywhere they like," Santao reminded her. "Just like Carters. And Torrenos."

"Whatever." She slid to the edge of the dais and swung her legs off the edge, ineffectually tugging down the hem of her dress. She had an erection and the thick outline was obvious through the material to anyone who looked...and they all should be looking, anyway.

"Where are you going?" Santao asked, frowning at her. Candi waved a hand back at him as she strode away. He'd get another girl in there soon enough. Santao was resourceful like that.

Candi shoved people out of her way until she got to Grace's compartment. She leaned against the supporting wall and stared at all of Grace's little friends, who glanced expectantly at Grace, who was perched at the edge of the padded dais, legs tucked neatly underneath herself. She nodded and twitched her shoulders, almost imperceptibly. As one, they roused themselves from the cushions and melted away, heading either for the dance-floor or other compartments.

Candi just kept on staring at Grace, who was indeed in her natural body. Usually Candi thought it was pathetic and gross to be like that, but Grace made it look elegant. She didn't possess the smooth paleness that Candi paid so much for, but had skin the colour of rich honey, and dark brown eyes.

Finally, Candi said, in sultry tones: "Grace Weston."

One of Grace's dark eyebrows arched up in greeting. "Cassandra Carter," she murmured, brushing wisps of wavy hair from her face. She wore a black dress as well, but hers was very long, clinging along her slender body all the way. The neckline plunged in a deep vee to reveal the inner curves of her breasts, but she still managed to emanate an air of sweet wholesomeness.

"It's Candi now. Cassandra's too old-fashioned," Candi said as she sat on the bed close to Grace.

"I've always liked it," Grace said. "But I guess if it's Candi now..."

"It is." Candi leaned close, sniffing at the unique scent of real sweat. Surrogates didn't have that. "Why aren't you in a Surrogate?"

Grace shrugged. "Felt like being myself today."

"But you're still yourself in a Surrogate."

"More like myself, then," Grace said, and she didn't sound as defensive as Candi thought she should have. "I know you hate your natural body, but not everyone is like you."

"They should be." Candi ran both hands over her massive breasts, smirking as Grace's gaze snapped to the movement. "Like my new surro?"

"The SSN-A Model?" Grace smiled. "I got a chance to work on those when I interned at the Division this summer."

"You interned?" Candi wrinkled her nose. "Your parents could give you your own floor at the Division, if you wanted."

"I wanted to intern before I went off to college." Grace's expression was very grave; Candi had always hated and admired that solemn intensity about her. "Just because my family works for the Division doesn't mean I get to do what I want. I really want to learn."

"So what did you learn about this model?" Candi licked her lips, watching how Grace's eyes followed the motion.

"Well, the psyche-integration protocols were kind of a pain. And the 'A' in the model name stands for Aphroditus," Grace said, still looking at Candi's perfectly sculpted lips. She raised her gaze to lock with Candi's. "You know where that comes from, right?"

"Of course I know," Candi lied. "What do you take me for, some kind of dizzy bitch?"

"No, never."

Slightly thrown off by Grace's quick and direct answer, Candi rallied back with a seductive leer. "Did you get a chance to try out one of these Aphroditus models?"

Grace shook her head, smiling a little. Candi put her hand on Grace's arm, feeling the soft natural warmth.

"You want to try mine?" Candi asked, leaning close. "As in, this cock in your cunt. You'll be my first, you know. Well, not my first-first, you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean," Grace said, still with that small smile. "You were always my first-first."

Candi leaned back, staring at Grace's mild expression. She never could have figured Grace out, not even when they used to finger each other all over the place at school. Candi always had a feeling that Grace was never really fully hers, and it pissed her off a little.

Candi managed to find her voice and say, "Come back with me to my place. I'll fuck you hard, you'll love it."

Grace licked her lips, and said, "Okay. But what about Tao?"

"What about him?" Candi asked, a little unkindly. She turned and looked over her shoulder, where Santao had not one, not two, but three voluptuous girls in his booth, one kneeling over and slurping hungrily around his thick cock while the other two watched, finger-fucking each other in a way that might have severely injured a natural human body, fingers plunging roughly past dripping, fat cunt-lips. "He's fine. Let's go."

She tugged gently on Grace's arm, mindful of the strength of a Surrogate against the delicate bones of a regular human. Grace rose willingly and they walked together up the stairs; she was so tiny, a whole head shorter than Candi in her biomechanical body. Candi could hardly wait to push her new meaty pole up inside the other girl's tight snatch. Candi had a small, almost devious smile on her face even as they exited the Regency and boarded her vehicle, a quick little thing with a bubble-roof. The vehicle blurred the transparency of the glass at her request, and obeyed her orders to return to her home.

Candi wasted no time on the drive home trying to get Grace as wet and ready as possible. She pulled the other girl close, kissing her deeply even as she snaked her hand up the long dress and pushed aside the material of the other girl's panties, stroking Grace's cunt-lips. Grace moaned and opened her legs even more, gasping as one of Candi's fingers slipped inside her, then another.

"Nngh, yes," Grace panted, wriggling helplessly. Candi pulled down the neckline of Grace's dress, and dived down to take a distended nipple, licking and biting it relentlessly. Grace grabbed at her head almost helplessly and Candi switched over to the other one. Candi's cock leaked thinly translucent streams of bio-liquid.

Candi didn't notice that the vehicle had reached her apartment complex until she felt the soft bump of it entering the lift to her penthouse. Grace pushed her away, tugging her dress back into place. Her skin seemed to glow with sweat and her eyes were bright. Candi licked the side of her face, smiling as Grace made a sound of faint complaint.

The lift reached her floor, and the bubble-roof peeled back just as the lift-door slid open. Grace swung out her legs and walked quietly inside Grace's penthouse, looking around the large, open space. Candi walked up behind her, pressing her erect cock into the small of Grace's back.

"Ready?" she asked, even as she was tugging up Grace's dress. Grace nodded.

"Sure," she said, and then: "Model SSN-A-PSK, initiate operator lock-down and control transfer procedures."

Candi felt her whole body freeze, and a voice that sounded suspiciously like the flat, gender-neutral one used for the Neural Link software came out of her mouth against her will: "Operator lock-down. Model number 87943-498 awaiting control transfer user name and security passcode."

Grace turned around, looking up into Candi's frozen face, a small smile playing around her lips.

"User name: Weston, Grace Sophia. Passcode: Golf Whiskey Echo Sierra Tango 05-0-10 Charlie Oscar November Tango Romeo Oscar Lima."

"Override accepted," Candi's mouth said. "Operator Control transferred. System locked to voice commands from new operator, Grace Sophia Weston."

"Edit system settings," Grace said. "Return vocal control to Operator Cassandra Carter."

"System edit accepted," Candi said in that toneless voice, and then her real voice shook as she said, "What the fuck did you do to me?"

"It's a security override the Division can provide to the police or the army if an Operator goes berserk," Grace said, conversationally. "Most Division employees don't know about it, don't worry. I managed to sneak in my own codes with the psyche-protocols of this series. Follow me."

"Why?" Candi hated the plaintive way she sounded, as she trudged after Grace towards her bedroom. "Why would you put in your own codes?"

Grace threw her a sly look over her shoulders. "I have this ex, see? She likes to get the latest Surrogates and mods. I figured if I played my cards right, I could catch her in a nice little trap."

"You're not as nice as I thought you were," Candi said from between clenched teeth. Grace laughed, a happy, clear sound.

"I never told you I was nice."

Candi followed her into her own bedroom, and stopped when Grace told her to. She watched as Grace stepped past the charging stations which held her other Surrogates, and stopped in front of the life-support cradle which held Candi's real body.

"Look at yourself," Grace said softly. Candi did as she was commanded; she stared at the thin, pale limbs splayed loosely in the gentle curve of the cradle. Her real body was carelessly clad in a thin, formless shift which did nothing to hide the bare rise of her small breasts, topped by large dark nipples. Her black hair was long and matted, almost completely obscuring her small face.

"The natural human body is such a thing of wonder," Grace said, brushing the uncombed hair away and looking at Candi's real, gently breathing body with affection. She undid the fastenings of the shift, parting them gently to display the form Candi hated so much.

Candi top-lip curled in disgust. "You sound like one of those stupid Naturalites," she said, and Grace shook her head as she fiddled with the controls for the cradle. With a mechanical whirr, the cradle raised in the air and tilted back even more. The skinny legs of Candi's real body fell open, displaying the bush-covered pussy lips. Candi's cock, still hard and dripping thick gobs of pre-cum, twitched as Grace leaned against the life-support cradle and bent forward, pushing the skinny legs even wider, giving Candi's hairy cunt a quick kiss.

Candi breathed hard as Grace used her thumbs to pull apart the outer lips, revealing the lush pink flesh inside. Grace's tongue laved those inner lips over and over. Now and again she pressed her entire mouth right against Candi's pussy, moaning hard as she ate her out. Candi's cock now stood fully out, just as programmed, jutting from underneath the short hem of her dress.




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Grace raised her head after a few minutes of this, her mouth slick with spit and the pussy-juices of Candi's cunt. Without straightening, she pulled up her dress, revealing the black thong.

"Take off my panties, and fuck me," she commanded. "You can take off your dress and shoes."

Candi ripped her dress, so eager she was to remove it, and pulled down the zippers of her boots, kicking them away. She pulled Grace's thong out of the cleft of her ass, pulling it down her legs with far more care than she had shown her own clothing. She grasped Grace's ass, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks and pulling them apart to reveal her tightly puckered anus. Candi had to bend a little to compensate for their height difference, and her thick long cock rested in the groove of Grace's ass, the leaking cum pooling in the small of her back.

"Not my asshole," Grace said, almost in a scolding manner as Candi slid her cock back and forth in the warm groove. "My pussy. Wait, let me fix something."

She pressed another control for the cradle, and it lowered again. Grace climbed up into it, going on her hands and knees right over Candi's prone real body. With a groan, Candi placed the flared head of her dripping prick right at Grace's cunt lips. She pushed in slowly, fascinated at the sensation and sight of her meat parting Grace's pussy, the tight heat clenching around throbbing cock.

Grace moaned as Candi pulled out almost completely and pushed in again. Their combined juices pattered out onto Candi's pussy, moistening the mass of pubic hair. Candi pulled out and pushed in faster and faster, panting. It felt so good, and she groaned as Grace clenched around her.

"Y-yes," Grace hissed, and she had one hand pressed to her clit, rubbing it quickly. "Fuck! Yes, your cock is so big and hot, Candi, you want to come inside my tight pussy?"

"Yeah," Candi panted, gripping tightly on Grace's hips. "You're so tight, you little bitch, I'm going to fill you up with cum."

"I don't think so," Grace said, and to Candi's confused dismay, she continued, "Stop fucking me. Take out your dick."

"Nooo," Candi moaned, even as she obeyed and pulled her thick pole out of Grace, dripping thick cum.

"Now, put it inside yourself. Inside your real body, Cassandra."

"No! You fucking bitch, no!" Candi tried to resist, but her body moved despite her shouts and curses. She gasped as she pushed inside her own cunt. It was even tighter than Grace's, barely moistened by Grace's saliva. She fucked up into the quiet body, still clutching Grace's hips.

Grace said, very quietly, "Model SSN-A-PSK, initiate safe mental disconnect of Operator Cassandra Carter. Continue with current functions until I command ejaculation."

"87943-498, initiating safe mental disconnect," the Neural Link system confirmed, and Candi felt as if her mind was turning inside out. She was fucking and being fucked, warm pussy clenching around the fat pole of cock. She fell back into her own body with an almost audible mental crash, and heard herself screaming in intense pleasure as the Surrogate continued batter her pussy with metronomic regularity, her real vocal chords emanating real shrieks, her real body flailing weakly. Grace nibbled on her nipples, biting them into painful erection on her chest.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Candi yelled. "I'm coming!"

"Ejaculate," Grace said, her voice sounding so far away. The Surrogate rammed up into Candi all the way, and thick cum poured into her like a river swollen out of its banks. Candi let out one drilling scream and everything went black.

She swam back to consciousness at the sensation of a tongue lapping at her cunt-lips. Cum dribbled slowly out of her and the tongue at her pussy lapped it up greedily. Weakly, she pushed at the dark head between her legs, feeling over-sensitised, and Grace looked up, her mouth and chin wet with cum-juice. Behind her, the Surrogate was fucking her again, and her small tits bounced with every shove. The Surrogate's eyes were blank, its mouth hanging open slightly. There was no mind in it, but it was still under Grace's control.

"Grace," Candi whispered. "...please."

Grace's normally innocent smile was now very predatory. She pushed two fingers into Candi's pussy without warning and Candi moaned.

"I've ordered another SSN-A model," she said. "It'll be here this evening. We're going to have some fun, right?"

She pumped her fingers in and out of Candi, and her eyes fluttered shut as she ordered the Surrogate to go harder. Helplessly, and helplessly turned on, Candi watched her come.

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Becky left the party slightly drunk, a little angry and a lot confused. Two weeks ago she'd broken up with her boyfriend Harrison. Last week, at a different party, she'd been drunkenly talking - admittedly a little too loudly - to a group of girls about what she considered his defaults in bed. Which had been a big part of why she'd broken up with him. 

They'd only been going out for about two months and only been having sex for about one of those, but Harrison's style in bed had driven her up the wall. Every time he did something new, every time she gasped or moaned, he would stop what he was doing and ask her "Do you like that?" or some variant thereof. He was constantly asking what she wanted him to do next. And then afterwards he'd ask what her favorite part had been if she liked such and such... whatever. That had been kinda cute the first time and had seemed thoughtful... but after a while all she wanted to say was "Would you just shut up and fuck me already?!" Who wants to have to give blow by blow encouragement or direction during sex?

Which is exactly what she'd told to the group of laughing females.

Unfortunately only 2.5 seconds before she realized that Harrison was within hearing range. The angry look on his face before he'd turned away made it clear that he'd been listening. She'd felt uncomfortable but she'd shrugged it off. Better that he knew right? Although she felt a bit guilty that everyone else did now too. Still, she'd been drinking, they were broken up, so whatever.

Then came tonight when some asshole had decided to take them back to their high school days by suggesting they play Seven Minutes in Heaven. For a bunch of juniors in college that just seemed stupid, but everyone had gotten super excited about it so she'd gone along with it. But bad luck had piled upon bad luck and she'd drawn Harrison's name from the hat.

She'd hoped he'd refuse, but instead he'd stood up and laughed along with everyone else who was hooting and mocking and yelling out things like "Awkward turtle!" It had been her intention to tell whoever she ended up in the closet with that she was definitely NOT interested in playing kissy face for seven minutes, an intent that solidified when it was her own ex-boyfriend she was going into the closet with. 

But Harrison hadn't given her the chance to get the words out. They'd barely gotten into the closet with the door closed when he'd swung her around and pushed her up against it, his lips falling down on hers. And Harrison was a great kisser. For a minute she'd thought about just going ahead and making out for the seven minutes, because truth be told she did miss kissing him, but then he'd put one hand on her breast and started pulling up her skirt with the other and she'd started trying to push him away.

The hand on her breast hurt, he'd been squeezing the soft flesh too tightly, and she didn't want to do anything that involved lifting her skirt. 

"Stop it!" she'd whispered furiously at him when she'd managed to tear her mouth away. 

Ignoring her, Harrison had just pinched her nipple through her shirt, making her gasp as he moved his lips to her neck and sucked the flesh into his mouth. 

"Harrison, stop it!"

For a moment he stopped, releasing her breast, but then his hand was sliding back up her shirt as she wriggled furiously, trying to get away from him. The placement of his body against hers kept her trapped against the door, the loud and raunchy suggestions of their friends masking the sound of her furious whispers. Then his hand was sliding under her shirt and under her bra, his hand like a hot brand against her flesh as he squeezed her bare breast, her hard nipple pebbled against his palm.

"Better be quiet unless you want everyone out there to know what you're letting your ex-boyfriend do," he'd rumbled in a deep whisper. 

"I'm not letting you do anything!"

She pushed against him, but he was far too big and too heavily muscled for her to move. That was something that she'd liked about him, his big attractive body. Lips pressed against hers again, effectively muffling her as he squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple harshly through his fingertips. Something that she'd once confirmed for him that she liked. The shudder that went through her was involuntary and she would have repressed it if she could have. 

Then his other hand had pressed against the top of her mound and she'd tried to close her legs. One broad thigh pressed between them kept her from being able to preserve even that much of her dignity, and she'd moaned into his mouth as he'd discovered something neither of them knew until that point.

She'd been wet. Sloppy, hot and wet when his fingers pushed into the folds of her pussy. Enough so that she'd clawed at his shoulders as they rubbed against her clit, exploring the deeper folds. 

It had only been the sound of someone yelling "Time's up!" that gave them enough warning. Harrison had pulled away, leaving her to adjust her clothes as the door was flung open. Going by her swollen lips and askew shirt it had been obvious that something had been going on and she'd had to face the humiliation of everyone pointing and laughing at the fact that she'd obviously been getting busy with her ex-boyfriend, the man she'd maligned just a week earlier for his lackluster performance in the bedroom.

Now, ten minutes later, Becky had left the party and was practically stomping her way to her dorm room. Fortunately it was only a short walk from the frat house where she'd been partying. 

"No more stupid parties," she mumbled under her breath as she got out her key and pushed it into the lock. They just got her into trouble in one way or another apparently. 

It wasn't until she was pushing the door open until a sixth sense tingled and warned her. She was just starting to turn around when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pushed her into the room. With a high pitched shriek, Becky tried to kick her assailant, tugging at the arm around her waist as her keys fell to the floor. 

"Ouch, cut it out."

Recognizing Harrison's voice after her heel knocked against his shin, Becky stopped struggling. "Harrison?"

"Yeah babe?"

She snorted. "I'm not your babe, let me go!"

Almost surprisingly, he did. And she stumbled, giving him time to close and lock the door behind him. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, glaring at him. 

"Finishing what we started."

Before she could ask what he meant, he'd pounced again. Hands on her back, lips on hers, tongue in her mouth and walking her backwards towards the bed. Struggling, Becky tried to stop him but it was like trying to push against an immovable object; no matter how she squirmed or dragged her feet they just moved closer and closer to the bed. And somehow he had no trouble removing their clothing as he did so. 

She'd never felt so small or helpless before, even with him despite the fact that he'd always been taller, bigger and stronger. This was the first time he'd ever used that against her and she didn't know what to do. 

"STOP!" she screamed out when she finally got her breath back. Harrison only laughed and tossed her onto the bed, crawling on top of her and rolling her back onto her back as she tried to roll away. "Harrison, you have to stop! I'll scream!"

"It's Saturday night, there's no one around to hear you," he said almost jovially, his knees easily forcing her legs apart as he wrestled her bra off of her body. "Just lay back and think of England if it's that bad."

Becky opened her mouth to scream again, but she only got halfway through before he'd torn her panties away from her body and shoved them into her mouth. Then he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down above her head in one broad hand, filling the other with her breast flesh while his mouth descended to her nipple. Her legs flailed, but with his big body between her thighs she couldn't do much more than kick at his back, and her kicks had very little power to them. She might as well have been drumming her heels on the floor for all the effect it had. 

The worst part, the utterly worst part of the entire humiliating evening thus far... was that she was still soaking wet. 

She knew it as he squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple harshly, she knew it as his mouth sucked her other nipple in deep and teased it with his tongue. The area between her legs was throbbing. The taste of her own juices were flooding her mouth. When he'd made the crack about her laying back and thinking of England, it had been said in a mocking tone of voice because he'd KNOWN that she was highly aroused. 

Squirming, doing her best to struggle, did nothing other than rub wet juices across his groin as he pressed his lower body against hers to keep her in place. Teeth nipped at the tender buds on her chest, fingers rolled and pinched and pulled until she thought she might scream from the painful pleasure. This wasn't Harrison as she'd known him before, there wasn't the slightest hint of hesitation in his touch... he wasn't giving, the way he had before, he was taking. 

"No, no, no, no, no," she chanted behind the make-shift panty gag, the sounds coming out distorted, almost like moans as the broad head of his cock rubbed up against the sopping wet folds of her pussy. 

Giving her jutting nipple one last lick, Harrison positioned himself over her and looked down into her wide eyes, his heavy arms positioned on either side of her head, hands over her wrists above it. "I think the lady doth protest too much."

Then he chuckled and thrust. Becky knew that the look on her face was of pure reluctant pleasure, as was the low moan that was thankfully muffled. He was big, thick, hard as a rock and pushing his way easily into her body thanks to the aroused slickness of her pussy. Everything felt tight and swollen and shockingly pleasurable as he planted himself firmly inside of her body, her hips lifting up to meet him despite herself.

Her brain was screaming that this was a huge mistake, her emotions were torn between anger and humiliation, but the lower region of her body was rejoicing in the thick cock that was splitting her open just the way she liked it. 

"That's it..." Harrison said with a little chuckle, only increasing her mortification at her body's inexplicable and embarrassing response. "Fuck you're soaked."

His words were accompanied by a sucking, wet sound as he pulled his cock away and thrust in again. There was no denying that her body was loving what he was doing to her, even as the rest of her was in complete denial. Groaning with pleasure, Harrison held her in place, ignoring her squirming and her pushing legs as he began a smooth and steady pace for fucking her right into the mattress. 

Even the fact that he was holding her down was turning some part of her body on, some part of her actually liked being helpless beneath him. Which only made her want to kick him even more. Why hadn't he acted like this while they were going out?! 

The steady thrusting of his cock was battering the walls of her pussy, he wasn't stopping to ask what she wanted or liked, he was just fucking her as hard and relentlessly as he wanted. And Becky couldn't stop the moans that were coming from her mouth as he shoved hard into her, his chest brushing against her erect nipples, his hands tightly gripping her wrists. It hurt as her pussy was stretched over and over, but the burning was delicious... she could feel her clit tingling as it was rubbed and pressed every time he thrust home. 

The inner walls of her pussy tightened and released around him, her hips beginning to move in time with the rhythmic pounding of his body against hers, seeking her release. Obviously wanting to hear more of her moans, Harrison let go of one of her wrists and pulled the gag from her mouth. 

It only humiliated her more. 

"Harrison... oh god... please... you have to stop," she pleaded, even though her body didn't want him to stop at all. 

"I don't think I asked for feedback this time, babe."

With a laugh, he put his mouth over hers, his tongue easily sliding in as she moaned again after a particularly rough thrust. Realizing that he wasn't going to be stopped, Becky finally completely gave in and stopped fighting him. Her body rejoiced as it began to move beneath him even more seductively, her entire being now focused on getting off rather than getting him off of her. 

When he did that particular bump and grind thrust that she liked so much, that she'd told him she liked so much, she went off like a rocket. The tension burst inside of her like fireworks going off on the Fourth of July, skittering along her every nerve as the ecstasy expanded outwards. She was screaming and moaning, shaking, rubbing herself against him as he fucked her even harder, pushing her pleasure higher. 

It was ongoing bliss as her pussy contracted and spasmed, her lower body throbbing with the constant impalement. 

Something hot and wet burst inside of her, pulsing, and she realized that she could actually feel him cumming inside of her. It wasn't until then that she realized she was having sex without a condom for the first time, the first time she'd felt wetness actually splashing the interior of her body... it felt incredible. Apparently Harrison wasn't worried about her having any diseases, he knew that she was on the pill, but she hadn't realized how enjoyable it would be to actually feel a man's hot jizz filling her up. 

It wasn't until he slumped on top of her that things became awkward again. Becky couldn't look him in the eye as he picked himself up off of her and began to search for his clothes. 

"You know," he said before he left. "If you wanted a guy to just go ahead and fuck you without caring about what you liked, you could have just told me that."

She wanted to protest that that's not what she wanted but he was already gone, leaving her to wonder what exactly it was that she did want. Her pussy tingled as she slipped her hand down to dip her fingers into the cum leaking out of her.



Feedback for Jeb22



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Feedback for Jeb22

I just wanted to write to you and say that I love your little stories. There could be a little more effort to describe the Goddess your characters are worshipping but I realize how hard it is when you get all caught up in your own lust. Your cock gets so hard and you have trouble articulating what feelings you are having because let us be truthful here, it is your deepest, darkest desires being played out in those stories. How easy would it be for me to take you there right now? Sitting here in my black silk nightie while typing away. Every keystroke with my red painted nails is forming words that are starting your imagination running.

It's funny, just a few suggestions and your cock is already getting hard in your pants. You don't have to deny it sweetie just let it happen. Can you picture me sitting here with my small black rimmed glasses, blonde hair tied up in a bun? My beautiful tanned skin standing in contrast to my nightie. My fingernails and toenails painted a deep red. My features are perfect in every way. I embody everything you desire in a woman including Me telling you to start rubbing your cock slowly through your pants. That's it sweetie, just rub it back and forth for Me nice and slow while you read My words.

Starting to lose yourself in this right now aren't you? You've given Me all the blueprint I need to break you down just the way I want. Keep rubbing nice and slow. Don't grab hold just yet I just want to tease you for a bit. A slow rub up and down, My words telling your hand what to do. It might as well be My hand rubbing you. I am going to make you shake with lust with just an email. Feel it? That's right. Just feel all that yummy weakness take hold of you as I tell you how to rub your cock for Me.

Right now you are feeling what it is like to worship sweetie. Worship the Goddess through Me. Giving in feels too good to stop it from happening doesn't it? A part of your mind might say it's just an email from someone but your lust is being pulled at by the Goddess right now and you just can't help it. A hard cock makes you so weak and vulnerable to Her power. I am harnessing every bit as you rub nice and slow.

Now take a hold of it but leave your pants on. I know how much it turns you on to be broken over and over again. I am going to break you soon. That hard cock and My words are just too much to fight. You feel all that pressure building up in your balls. All that cum needs to get out in adoration of the Goddess. Are you starting to understand sweetie? Are you feeling Me channel Her power? That rush of lust and yummy weakness. If you were standing it would not be long before that power made your knees buckle in submission. How easy does that feeling make it to just give in? I could make you cum right now but I want you to hold on and keep stroking that cock nice and slow. 

It's My cock right now isn't it? Imagine if I was there. I would sit on the foot of your bed with My beautiful tanned legs crossed while you knelt at my feet and rubbed My cock while gazing up at Me. I would have you show Me your true adoration for giving you this feeling. I know how much you love this feeling. In time you would love Me even more. All your thoughts would turn to Me. Oh how you would worship me and I would break you over and over and over again. Yes sweetie. Submit to Me and the power of the Goddess. 

It's okay sweetie, you can't help yourself. Just give in. Oh how does it feel to have your pants filling up with all that cum? Just a little reminder of how weak you really are sweetie. So weak for Me. How many times will you read this email and let it all happen again? This is how it really feels to be powerless. Powerless and in total submission from just an email. Just think about that while you are changing out of your soiled drawers. Anyway hope you keep writing the stories. 

Miss Lisette XOXO