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Idyllic Sex

By: MatthewHardcastle



I first saw the woman at breakfast at the B&B. She was fishing for fruit from a bowl and looked up as I approached the table. She gave me a bright smile set in lovely brown cascading curls, only five foot tall, or a little more, wearing a stiff-looking white blouse and light brown shorts. I smiled back and got on with my breakfast, assuming she was attached to a man yet to appear in the dining room. She was really straight-backed, instantly attractive to me. She had good breasts and a gold heavy medallion-type of neckwear over the blouse. The sleeves were short and the arms had nicely delineated muscles.

It was later that morning I saw her again. I had walked off with my electronic pad so that I could quietly get on with the preparation for the book. I had found a field a little way back from the sea, a little in the shade amongst long grass where the quietness set an appropriate mood for the book. The chapter in mind was going to be a rather sad tale. At some point in the hot morning I must have nearly fallen asleep, for suddenly I was aware of the swish of approaching steps through the grass. Then, there was this same girl standing near enough for me to touch her ankle, seemingly towering over me and smiling. In my mind I ran my hand up the back of her smooth-looking leg from her blue lace-ups, I could have reached well above her knee. The idea brought a tingle and tumescence in my trousers; did she know what I was thinking? Her blouse was no longer tucked into her shorts, which really were more of a hipster fit on her. I could see her navel, I think, because the bottom few buttons of her blouse were undone.

Perhaps our minds met; I can hardly remember the words we exchanged; perhaps nothing at all was said. I just recall she was suddenly crouching by me, and then kneeling and then she was tumbling onto me, sitting in the grass yet lying across my body with the sexiest little smile on her face. Her hand was on my trousers where my manhood might have been if it were not already packing into one of those semi-tumescent tangles that all men know about. She just laughed and rubbed my stomach through the fabric. Close up I noticed first her blue eyes, also laughing, and her neck, which bore the elegant lines of the two muscles that run from the ears to the top of her chest. There was a luscious hollow to her throat between them. She had thrown her head back. I noticed her hair was a light brown in the bright sunlight. She felt so warm to me, or do I mean towards me, so I kissed her neck just below the jaw line, kissing again and again as I moved around. She lent her head right back in an invitation and stretched. Her hand went to undo my belt buckle as she advised I needed to straighten myself out. As I started to do so she just giggled.

"Wait, let's move into the full sun."

I followed her so that from all sides we were really private in even longer grass.

After resuming her position and my adjusting things for best comfort I confess I did not know quite where to start, with her stretched out so provocatively. I placed a hand over her navel and moved it around, concentrating on moving down rather than up. Her breathing deepened as she stretched again and I think I heard her making little keening sounds. Her breasts were pressed against the white cotton, her nipples showing through. Her collarbones projected a delightful smoothed ridge above them and her neck remained appealing as she turned her head to the right so that she could look at me. The medallion had lodged between her breasts and she carefully recovered it and placed it behind her.

I moved my hand down her stomach to the very top of her right thigh. With her flat stomach, the loosely hugging hipsters and seemingly no knickers at all, my hand felt nothing but invitation. Her legs were a little apart and my fingers went over onto her inner thigh while my palm could caress the front. Thus I was fondling the heavy muscle attachment from her leg to her pelvis. Rather than lightly stroke the skin over the muscle, I pressed rather firmly, holding her down by my hand and I massaged over the muscle, pulling the skin alternately from the front and then from the inner thigh. Evidently she loved this -- she placed her left hand over mine to encourage me and she shifted a little to press hard against my penis with the other hand. Her pressing hard was so tantalising; the shaft of my penis was bent upwards to touch my stomach and the bulbous part, its head, was pushing urgently under my belt and filling rapidly.

Wondering what women really prefer, I ventured to move my caressing hand sideways to first border her lips down there, rubbing and pulling over the silkiness. Before long, my hand was completely covering the lips, rounding from the front, moving under and coming back to the front, again and again. She was flexing her spine, lifting her shoulders, and soon took it as a cue to shift position again, rotate her hips and separate her legs. I was stroking her mound and lips one moment and the next I was loosing two fingers into the gulf between the opening lips. It was delightfully moist down there as I curled two fingers into her vagina. I continued to curl them until my fingertips touched the vagina wall -- at which point she quietly gasped. Now I could feel her divine little bump, quite sizeable, under my palm or my thumb if I moved about a bit. At the same time I could feel the other side, inside, with my fingertips. As I stretched my fingers up into her vagina I could see that, in effect, I had got hold of her by the pubic bone. The covering of this bone was not muscle and it was not just skin, it seemed spongy and inflated so that I could push it around with my fingers. I pressed at the outside and the inside and pulled up to press onto the bone. Any movement seemed enjoyable for her but circular rubbings and occasional squeezes seemed to work the best. She signalled her enjoyment by rubbing across my shaft with her hand and loosened my belt and trouser top.

For variety I switched to her bump. With my thumb or with the same fingers with the hand moved out, circular movements around it made her wriggle and groan. She took my hand away and licked it. Answering the question forming in my head, she told me she did not want me to lick down there and she put my hand back again. She was breathing quite rapidly by then and her neck had become pink. I went on another excursion and kissed her neck from the hollow up to the jaw line and back again. She began to lift her hips off the ground and bump them down again a few times, this while all I was doing down there was firmly rubbing, pulling her lips about, to the left and right and inwards and outwards. With all this, my shaft had hardened further down in its root -- a feeling I had not experienced before. She was pressing my penis against me and rolling it a little from left to right, working through the fabric. This was a minute and subtle twisting and bending action that was truly delicious; I hoped I would not suddenly ejaculate. By now the head of my penis was visible above my loosened belt and trousers.

At this stage neither of us had reached an orgasm though later she told me that her body frequently experienced mini orgasms that could be set off by the lightest of events. I wondered what else in a repertoire of massage and caress would bring her up to full orgasm. I knew damn well what my body needed and hoped I was not going to be ahead of her by miles. The act of entering her properly would have given us an orgasm together, I thought. But I had no condoms and I supposed nor had she. I went inside her again. Perhaps my fingers were only just over an inch inside her vagina. She shuddered and seemed charged, lungs full, anticipating.

Holding her by the pubic bone, I gave my whole hand a tiny jerk upwards to give a pulse of pressure on her clitoris and the inside wall of her vagina. She gasped and arched her back; she may have also lifted her hips off the ground, if not then, at that first little thrust, certainly later. I pulsed once more and the reaction was heightened. Then once more at random, teasing her, and she was again holding her breath. I gave her three more in rapid succession and she collapsed and began to rock her hip slowly to tell me this was the way. Maybe less than half a minute later with rhythmic pulses, and some random pauses to tease her, she was in full orgasm, back arched again, breathing hoarsely, gulping and roaring in my ear. This was definitely not the moment to wonder whether she was faking!

I reverted to gentle rubbing her clitoris with a circular motion. She wanted to sit up and kiss me but not for long. She must have noticed my penis was wet at its end and she gave it gentle suck. Other than this, she never touched it but preferred to massage it through the fabric, that being her way of teasing me in return. I returned to holding her "by the bone". Within seconds she had quickly climaxed again with a breath-stopping orgasm. I wondered if I was doing her any harm. She was smiling ecstatically however, now rolled over to straddle me.

She pulled my trousers down a few inches and blew on the head of my penis. I noticed it was absolutely shiny all over. There was the usual groove at the front but it was very much deepened by the pull of the attached skin stretched all the way down to the root. My balls had been drawn up into my body -- clearly they anticipated some deep and energetic intercourse. There was that tightness and an aching erection in the root that was perhaps making my shaft longer than usual. There was more wetness, clear and slippy, oozing from the head but it was not to be wasted by her -- she licked it away. With her tongue she explored the line running parallel down the shaft from the groove in the head. She was stroking with her tongue, whipping really, from side to side. The head was lifting off my stomach and settling down rhythmically. As she descended a short distance down, the whipping got to my nervous system. The ridge felt different after that, radiating an ache. I felt the ridge with my fingers and thought it had become harder and sharper.

"Hands off!"

With that she took both my hands and placed them over my head; continuing the whipping, her smile was one of mock disapproval. God, she was lovely! Then she used just one finger to pull, very gently and very slowly, the stretched skin across the ridge from left to right and back again. I felt I was going to ejaculate as the near pain in the shaft mounted up. Except for my panting I was silently willing her to continue, the feeling was unique, I was going somewhere not wanting to resist, she had found a wonderful way and continued, never speeding up, never... My being seemed enshrined only in this one large and pained shaft, never harder, going "yards" from its head to my back. Suddenly the shaft and root were pulsing as though pushing out an ejaculation, this was the orgasm at last, involving my whole lower body, it was my turn to arch my back and gasp... When I opened my eyes she was just smiling, knowing I was in heaven. I looked down for the mess. Then I realised there had been no ejaculation at all; this had been a dry orgasm. Although my penis had contracted a little and the head had descended to be tickled on my stomach the whole of it was still deliciously pained. My balls ached in a pleasant way too -- they never felt like that before. I say the orgasm was "dry" -- actually, a moment afterwards, there was a copious amount of clear liquid that served to attract my humming-bird partner. With a wicked smile, she gave me a severe suck, re-inflating the head, after licking up every drop. She told me that I tasted clean. Her lips were glossy!

After a good rest, I tipped her over and returned to my repertoire of massaging her clitoris and pulsing under the bone. She had one more substantial orgasm and then rolled to the side, put her legs together and clenched down on my fingers, which were momentarily trapped at work. This last orgasm was enough apparently! But it was not supposed to be enough for me. Moments later, with me again put on my back, she whipped with her tongue that same sensitive spot. A half deflated penis you would not expect to feel much but in fact something in there at that particular place had been awakened. It inflated rapidly with a delicious ache, again to the full length with the root completely tense too. She made an "O" with her thumb and fingers. Placing the thumb between my penis and the stomach she tighten the "O" as she moved it down, lower and lower until the thumb was pressed into the base of the penis. She very slowly and almost sadistically pulled down hard two or three times and then finally relaxed the grip. She then tickled the head with her tongue and stroked particularly the bulbous edges of it until I was ready to ejaculate. Then she stopped, teased me by waiting and then resumed until, with brain and nerves overriding all else, I uncontrollably ejaculated into her gentle sucking mouth. I throbbed for ages. Later, my penis was clearly uninterested in anything more -- I was spent.

What would we do next? I slowly unbutton her blouse for the first time, kissing the midline of her body, higher and higher. She was delighted I wanted to do that. The breasts were a good shape, had no bra at all, and the nipples were hard. Although I rubbed and kissed them for a while she signalled that we were both sexually spent out for the moment and maybe we should come back to this later. I kissed her neck and her face, her lips and her eyebrows. She fondled my penis and then put it away, rather expertly I thought. What a morning -- we just spent a while admiring each other's bodies until she suggested getting cooled off and eating some lunch. We put our clothes straight and walked up over some low dunes to the beach. There it was breezy and deserted and she undid her blouse completely to cool off and dry off. Half a mile away, on a small headland was the pub and thank goodness she decided to put her breasts away after few minutes as we walked along. That was when we exchanged names, Elivia and Matthew, and had a good laugh at the luscious spontaneity of the morning.

Later, we each had a shower. The B&B landlady was maybe sensitive to us returning mid-afternoon together so we each used our own shower. We commandeered sun-beds in the garden all afternoon. Later, a walk in the other direction would bring us to another pub that served fairly good evening food. We planned over the meal to go to my bedroom, which had a balcony facing the sea and facing the setting sun. We agreed to try and use other methods of stimulation than those we had already enjoyed. Actually she just came out with it and I agreed with a touch of trepidation, as I knew little else. Should I have worried -- no, of course not, Elivia was utterly lovely and we enjoyed every moment.

We stripped completely in my bedroom and moved to touch together, kissing wildly as my penis tried to return to full glory. There we lay, on a folded duvet in the threshold of the balcony doors, thrown wide. The sun was low and yellowing but was still able to warm us. She explained her plan was for her to rub that ridge of my penis with her clitoris. I was put on my back for the third time in the day, hands above my head and legs together. My penis was hard and full enough to rest against my stomach. With her legs very wide she straddled me and lowered her opening lips onto the shaft and then began to rub from side to side, with increasing weight from her body. I could not feel anything except her enclosing lips and the bending and twisting action from her rubbing. I would detonate with another ejaculation before much more and told her so. She quickly lifted off saying it did not work for her either.

By now the root had tensed and my penis would not lie down, it pulsed up and down with my involuntary muscle action. She then moved up my body and suggested pushing the head into the mouth of her vagina to press on the wall rather than run right up inside her. I lowered my arms and held her backside as I jerked the head in blind excitement. I would kiss her neck and feel her breasts bounce against me. The head sometimes slipped into her, pressing where we had hoped, and sometimes slipped towards her clitoris. In a relatively gentle way, compared to the morning's antics, we reached an orgasm perfectly together. Mine was a long one that loaded my stomach with a copious amount of semen. She ran for a towel before the duvet would be marked.

Although it was a gentle orgasm, and just the one, we both celebrated it as the reward for setting our bodies against each other -- it seemed simply loving. No other word sufficed. Hang the landlady if she were listening -- we showered together, douching liberally.

As dusk descended I put on a feeble bedside lamp and we knelt by the open balcony doors and explored our bodies. In the nude, Elivia's body was simply devastating, her skin shining in the half-light. I was again erect before long and, with just one finger of each hand, I rubbed and tracked around her body - kissing where I had been before. So, I would rub under the side of her chin and track down her throat to rest on a nipple. Then my kisses would follow that route. I held her nipple between my lips, nipping it with teeth behind the lips. I drew the entire nipple and areola into my mouth and played with it with my tongue. Still kneeling she opened her legs wide and pushed the towel under her. Her eyes were shining; her arms were up and her hands behind her head. I repeated the routine on the other side and in the middle of the kissing she experienced a mini orgasm and hugged me tightly.

"No no -- there will be no stopping now, my lady!"

My left-hand finger tracked down her spine from her hair as far down as was polite. The other finger began at the hollow of her throat and moved very slowly all the way down to her navel then passed there to rest between her lips and slowly descended a little further. I brought the hand back to her neck and she held it and licked the finger. I repeated the move, throat to clitoris and then into her vagina. Then I began to kiss along the route.

I got down as far as between her breasts with the kissing when she fell against me and then rolled onto her back with another mini orgasm. She found my hand and placed it between her breasts -- a command to continue. Her chest was heaving with the anticipation of what I might do next. One of her hands had found my penis and was holding it to enclose the head completely, pulling hard. This was the only time her touching me seemed a little aggressive. But this only briefly, for she realised her hand was dry and uncomfortable to me and brought her other hand up from her lips to lubricate things by rolling her wet fingers around the head. With the tight handhold re-established, she made very slight finger movements around the bulbous part. She was twisting the head to the right and then to the left. I knew I would ejaculate very soon and so I pressed on with the kissing. As I went below her navel she lifted her hips, bumped on the floor and started to stretch and squirm. I licked her clitoris downwards then upwards. Then I flicked it from side to side. From somewhere she seemed to gush and I was faced with too much wetness and an aroma and taste both clean and just a tiny bit sour. My whole shaft became pained with the thrill of this sexy encounter. Her clitoris was slippy but I managed to centre it onto my lips and suck at it. She jolted, moaned and my quarry slipped away, I caught it again and sucked much harder, holding it between my lips. Now her hips pulsed as she implored me to stop. I returned with my wet face to see if she was mad with me. She simply kissed me and licked my face.

It had become dark by then. Maybe I had ejaculated at some point, I hardly remember the event. She told me she had enjoyed the last orgasm but it was too fierce to cope with and she had to stop me. From the bedside light I could see that she had perspired all over. This had been even more of a workout for her than the morning's enjoyment. She promised she would plan some routes for her to follow with fingers and kissing to tease my nerves; I told her she was far too weak for that now!


Idyllic Sex



Laughing as we towelled off, we acknowledged that we had indeed hardly used any of the touches or moves made in the morning. In less than a day our personal repertoire seemed -- what is the word? Well-featured! And forever more, may it be so.

We decided to be wise and both checked out from the B&B next morning and drove off in convoy to a group of hotels on the front a few miles north. Thus we found a double room to spend our time for the final few days of our holiday. We shopped for tapas-type food and wine for the evening, also some Victoria plums. She bought a pack of condoms after a discussion with the female shop assistant who kept stealing glances at me as I faked interest in a display stand. We decided to just walk and chat away the whole day.

Back in the room we enjoyed the luxury of an unnecessary shower with drawn out mutual soaping; accompanists to each other's laughter. I watched her preparing to dress and asked her if she minded my dressing her. There followed a couple of layers of perfume, a bit of body oil rubbed into her under-arms and crotch, followed by the application of very thin and rather tiny white underpants that I delighted in lovingly stroking into place; smoothing her at the front and underneath gently and at the back. She opened her mouth and curled up her tongue to this treatment. We kissed. The same with the bra, it was smoothed over and buckled at the back. She was standing facing me; the curves of her hips and thighs described an ellipse as she undulated a little from side to side. The white underpants were a lovely triangle, slightly bulging towards me, dividing the ellipse in gorgeous symmetry. She was a slim build but not excessively so, there were hollows near the white triangle only as she flexed her leg, otherwise divinely rounded, her legs gently touched all the way down except for right at the top and at places near her knees. I was becoming enchanted with her looks and she was becoming a little bit coy. After moments of indecision, seemingly on what to do with her arms, she stroked herself from her hips to her breasts and from there she knitted her fingers behind her head which, slightly tilted, formed a teasing Venus pose.

I motioned towards the body oil and she skipped into the bathroom to get towels to cover the bed. As she lay on her stomach I massaged her body from toes to neck, sometimes sitting straddling her and sometimes working from the end of the bed. She frequently groaned and gasped as I worked on every muscle I could find. She loved my hands on her neck, shoulders and arms, inviting me to kiss as I worked. I let a few drops of excess oil drip into the crease of her behind and then rolled her over to follow the oil. It was not really needed, as she was very wet. She went down to collect and she massaged my neck and face with her scented hands. I proceeded to massage her breasts, torso, hips and legs but she just smiled, she much preferred being massaged over her back. She told me how sexy it made her and her vocal responses earlier confirmed that.

By this time she needed to lick my penis. She knelt and started as low as she could. At first the shaft was not solid but was very sensitive. She made to bite halfway down and hung on like a terrier; shaking and growling quietly until the head had become solid and I begged her to stop. Then she applied some more gentle bites and sucks to the ridge and finished with a long gentle suck over the head. With a laugh she pushed me onto the bed and whipped on my underpants and tut-tutted at the noble appearance of the head protruding from the waistband. But oh no, there was a little semen emerging. It signalled to me that I would shoot in a moment or two and I told her so. I had to admit to her that her body, covered with just a couple of thin pieces, had become even more erotic; my eyes, brain and penis were in sympathetic overload. She spent five minutes, devoted to my sexual distress, to ensure there would be no further wetness for a while.

"After all, I don't want you bursting a condom later on", she said with mock sternness. Afterwards she told me she had had a prolonged mini orgasm while she was at work.

The conventional schoolboys' impression of lovemaking is to push in, move like hell, climax and withdraw. For the first time, with condom applied, we started down this path. Elivia had bought long condoms and unrolled an extra centimetre before running the rest down my shaft. Thus the end looked pretty untidy. With a couple of towels to protect the bed she sat with legs wide and invited me in. I pressed in and found her to be gently tight. The rhythm seemed not to excite her much. I tried for as deep a penetration as I could and found that even at the point when she was finding my depth uncomfortable I had still another two inches to go before her pubic bone would press against the back of my shaft. Some gentle thrusts from me, a bit like my earlier use of my hand, did not immediately switch on her ecstasy. There seemed no way we would go to an orgasm together and we agreed that this was the way some married couples do it and eventually probably give up.

"Try clamping down on me, like you have had enough".

She did so and I was surprised to find I could still move easily. It made no difference to the level of excitement; her power to clamp down seemed disabled. As I slowly withdrew she clamped down again; her power was restored then and my head was rapidly ejected. Giggling, we discovered that with just the right distance of insertion she could control me with her clamping. My head was popping in and out. She would gasp with surprise if I moved in slightly so that her power would be again switched off. It was not much of a turn on, it was amusing and a bit of a giggle but for us, this was sexually boring, fit for us if both convalescing after an illness!

With a spark of mischief in mind, I took one of the Victoria plums and held it in my left hand with just the stork end showing and put my shaft in my palm, hidden behind the plum.

"Oh jeez, I have done too much -- perhaps it was the clamping. I think the end is damaged . . ."

She looked down and gave out a genuine little scream of concern, wide eyed at what seemed like a good-sized bright red and very sore head peeping out of my hand. That was a good laugh.

"Let's finish with the condoms then! Go out for a pint and a snack! Let's just get our minds off our bodies for a while", Elivia said.

That's what she said but she donned a lovely black cocktail dress and three-inch dark blue heels, made up her eyes and took me to the next-door hotel bar. Get my mind off her body, dressed in that sexy way? I have to say Elivia was so demure, and to my eyes she positively lit up the lounge bar. She never looked at any other man; her eyes and smile were at all times just for me. As I got some drinks I noticed men giving her the once over but she never seemed to look back at them. There she sat, her skirt halfway up her crossed thighs, straight back, shoulders level, the tops of her breasts evident in delightful curves, a bright little necklace crossing the hollow in her throat, hair a light brown tussle and those beautiful bare arms somehow seductively stretched; she was a full-on bombshell. I looked at other women there, I appraised the two bar-girls and realised with a little shame that I was becoming hard from looking at their breasts; I was temporarily changing into a bit of a letch but that is entirely another story.

Back with our drinks, we just chatted and exchanged backgrounds, near future plans, where we lived and so on. Not really any problems with any of that. We agreed that for any relationship further than only the sex we had a very long way to go. All the longer, considering the multitude of sexual interruptions we could expect; we were both suspecting our affinity was physical; we liked the smell and the feel of each other's skin. We drank plenty, snacked well and tottered back to the less expensive hotel next-door and locked ourselves in. She felt she had to admit she was tired.

"Sorry, that's me going too far. I owe the little man an apology".

"Apology accepted", she replied but I had an agenda.

"No, I mean a proper apology in person, close up".

The sexy smile reappeared, "well, you were rough".

I lifted her dress and pulled down her little underpants, kissing the crease between thigh and stomach, I then let her dress fall back over my head and in mock threatening voice grumbled, "He tried to get away and needs to be punished . . . but not this time, next time!"

Knowing she was just being teased, she pushed me off, grabbed the towel and reclined on the end of the bed. She dried herself and with just one finger, pushed her lips apart again and again. She was pushing upwards also to open up space around her clitoris. Then she circled it with her fingertip a few times, pushing it about. As she did all this she was stretching and arching her back. Finally she pushed the towel between her widespread legs and luxuriantly stretched back with eyes closed. From witnessing this little act of preparation I got a clear impression of how a woman may arouse herself. With my nose towards her feet, I licked and pushed while she revelled, twisting her pelvis and bumping. She told me later she had experienced a series of mini orgasms, one following another in rapid succession -- but now, was really tired! With her wetness I was thankful of the towel, which I was using to keep my nose dry. My penis was still in my trousers. Since I was kneeling at the foot of the bed, holding her rump with my hands, sometimes rubbing the tops of her legs, between her legs and around each leg, there was no time to release it.

We slept like babies, just managing to descend for breakfast before the dining room closed. Through breakfast we admitted we had no idea how to fill the new day.

"I think some things will occur to us!"

We filled our day with exploration around the nearby town. Once Elivia suggested something she thought was called tantric sex.

"You just touch with fingertips, and only kiss with the mouth, and go with the fingers anywhere on the body except the sexiest zones".

"Really?" "Yes, but you can go tantalisingly close to any of those!"

"Well, we need to be clear exactly whereabouts is not allowed and we need to devise a forfeit for anyone going too far".

We agreed to give it a try. Another holiday daytime passed without many highlights, other than our luscious stirrings, in us both, in response to our caressing hands -- all done, sometimes not entirely discretely, as we walked around the town.

At dusk, having only occasionally kissed all day, we were both ready for sex. She was not allowed to deal with my wetness in any way. She could blow on it and talk to it, that's all! We were going to be strict; she was not allowed a finger on the middle of my stomach because of the risk my head might touch it. I went to the position I started with when I first laid a hand on this wonderful woman, thus I rubbed a finger over her leg muscle, deliciously close to her lips, moving around very lightly sometimes as a tease. My other finger pressed her breasts without going on to the prohibited zones, the areolae or nipples. She rubbed a finger up and down on my coccyx and cunningly broke the rules by brushing her hair against my penis time and time again.

I told her, in a mock pompous voice, "the forfeit for cheating and causing me to climax by that method, dear Elivia, is to be entered from behind and be summarily impregnated."

Whereupon I laid back and promptly ejaculated onto my chest. Elivia just laughed, saying I was an old goat that was misapplying our newly formed "penal code". She had had no idea how sensitive my shaft had become. I told her I would prefer that she called me a young goat as, from what I had witnessed, they have a lot of fun.

I went on to describe the antics of a nine-month-old male kid that was shut in and bleating for the attention of a nearby female, which he could smell. He had testicles the size of tuck-box sized apples.

"He would lift one rear leg and lick his penis, a pink pointy affair. Bleating repeatedly, he would ejaculate some semen onto his tongue and up his nostrils and onto the ground in front of his front feet. This was his way of checking out his equipment, as a worker in a car re-spray booth might clear his nozzles, before leaping right out of the pen and trying to mount the female. As the female was a large animal, he had to get on hind-legs and jump and squirt together. A few minutes later all was satisfied."

"I see what you mean, oh young one! And by the way, I am using the pill"

The idea of tantric sex was abandoned but we remembered how erotic it felt, earlier that day, to be caressed through a light fabric, something to do with the texture of the fabric. She showed me by holding my head through one layer of her negligee.

To keep as cool as possible, we went to bed "as spoons" in the complete nude and we enjoyed delicious cuddling and got some sleep. In the early hours I lifted her leg, stroked her perineum and her mound until the lips had opened slightly and then entered her vagina from behind with one long inexorable push, pulling her to me by holding her hips. We were making the letter 'K' with my body as the upright stroke and in this position she felt no discomfort at all. Lying on my side I found I could shuttle my pelvis back and forth at a rattling rate. By also being as deep as possible, the agitation of the vagina wall was enough to induce a major body-stiffening orgasm in her. This was way ahead of me, having become spent out frequently in the last couple of days; it took me a long time to finish. She was laughing with the joy of it and frequently clenching her legs together to trap my penis. Eventually I completed my promise and duly impregnated her and, as I slipped out, exhausted, she reached for the towel and padded it around. She muttered something confusing about forfeits and held me for the rest of the night between her legs. I caressed her hips and legs I found myself frequently re-stiffened; I suppose I was serving my forfeit in being totally unable to switch off. With the sexy connection between our bodies, I got little sleep. Some time before dawn she rolled over and held my penis at the base of its shaft with the head resting on her wrist; then Elivia went to sleep again with her sexy smile.

I must have slept for I eventually woke from a dream in which a diminutive nymph was swallowing my penis. It was hard but not wet, thank the Lord! Touching the ridge, I realised that the newly discovered sensitive spot was about the size of a grain of rice. I abruptly stopped feeling it when I felt an ejaculation coming on. With my hand withdrawn, the friction from the bed sheet took its place to continue a torment. I had to get up and go to the bathroom, sit and wait for the whole thing to calm down and let me pee. Afterwards, the sensitive spot seemed deeper within the softened barrel and was fiercely responsive to any squeezing or massaging. With enlargement, the shaft returned to its generally relatively numb state with the exception of this one spot.

"Are you playing with yourself in there, oh master?"

"Just looking for damage but found none!"

Text from DIANE: "Hi Matt. Howz hols getting plenty for the bk wishing I were with you? Di."

The Diane behind the text is my publisher, a tall lady, very elegant with a little Egyptian in her, gorgeous legs. She has been expressing some concern over the slow progress of my book but never before made contact like this. And what does she mean by "getting plenty". The query mark at the end was curious too. I was puzzling over this for some minutes when Elivia asked me what was on my mind and had Diane texted. Astonished, I asked how she could have guessed that. Elivia then dropped her bombshell.

"Diane and I work one block from each other and are each other's loving partner. You don't realise this but you have been breaking Diane's heart for years while writing your first book. She has had massive crushes on you. Knowing that you needed a "mood-lift" and came on holiday with that in mind, she discussed with me the idea I would come out and get to know you. That's why I'm here, it was terribly exciting for me, making a pass at a man before knowing for sure I was picking the right one. I only knew for sure after our talking in the lounge bar and anyway, by then, I had fallen for you."

"Hang on! Both you and Diane are together but both want a man in your life?"

"Yes, of course, the same man of course. It would make everything about our love be right -- almost smell right. Diane wants you. I want you too, as you know"

My jaw just hung, "Diane doesn't want me, that's nonsense."

But even as I said it I recalled her holding my arm for the first time in four years at the last encounter as she told me I needed to recharge, "the book needs you to recharge" she had said. I stared at Elivia as she put on her sexy smile and curled her hands around my neck.

"Am I going to be the one to invite her over, or are you?"

My heart was racing.

"Don't worry, we all three will just be lovely to the other two -- it will improve things."

She was panting. Was this a no-brainer?

Text to Diane: "Hi Di, cum asap, we will luk for companion rooms -- Elivia has owned up xx." 

The day passed by in utter anticipation, Diane had grabbed a train with indecent haste and only had to change in Shrewsbury and put up with a long stopping service out to the coast. The hotel gave us the room next door and the communicating key between the two.

"What did you tell her about me?"

"Well, the most significant thing I told her was that your dick is absolutely lovely, long enough and dead straight and shiny nearly the whole way down. And that you are a bit of a young goat!"

Diane came into the room by the communicating door, late afternoon, just as we had undressed and got under the covers. She wore just a bathrobe and some under clothes. Her hair was wet from a shower and she was holding a bottle and some glasses.

"Let the catching up commence", she announced.

She slipped off the robe and unbuckled the bra in front of us but left the underpants on. Her breasts hung full and close, the decolletage between them shiny from the shower, her smile was inviting. The contrast between this apparition and her usual well-covered dressing style was inducing devastation in my groin. Here was my mentor from the publishers in a new guise, perhaps one from the red light district. Her rather dark skin contrasted with Elivia's as did her breasts, which were slightly pendulous. She possessed the same smoothness over her hips that I already found delicious in Elivia. My penis, already quite hard from Elivia's warmth, seemed enraptured.

Diane stepped forward and took charge. She moved Elivia's hand down my shaft, squeezing her hand and so squeezing me and pushing her hand down in little pulses. Then she placed her hand above Elivia's, around the head, rotating slightly one-way then the other to say hello. "Oh God, Livy, you were right, this man smells the part and this is so smooth and beautiful."

Diane then kissed my penis. She kissed me everywhere and a while later she shuddered in a mini orgasm. Then she leapt up and poured the wine saying she wanted to get drunk tonight.

"Not on a third of a bottle, silly."

"Well, we'll go out won't we, didn't you say there's a good bar next door?"

Elivia noticed I was quietly and continuously loosing clear liquid from the head. She softly sucked it away without Diane noticing as she was busy gulping her wine. Elivia gave me a cheeky grin of triumph. My trepidation was dissolving away and was being replaced by shear arousal that lifted my shaft high.

"Hey, Diane, I think Matt needs to fuck you. And now!"




Idyllic Sex



Diane was back on top of me without any time wasted, with underpants removed. As she straddled me she lowered herself onto my shaft. She was easily deep enough inside and I felt her bone pressing down in a blunt guillotine action. I couldn't move, I was pinned down by her weight and my pelvis could not thrust. She held this position for maybe a minute, very much the dominatrix, with a wicked grin for me, and then lifted a little saying "now you may move it". Moments later, I shot a full load into her as I felt a modest orgasm. She almost immediately lifted right off, dripping semen onto my stomach from a beautiful and enticing conjunction of little curves never bettered in any erotic imagery. She rocked back and smiled again wickedly. Then she licked up all the semen and buried her face against my slack penis. I do not think she experienced an orgasm.

Diane returned to her drink and Elivia fondled my shaft, tapping the ridge a couple of times, pouting her lips in a blown kiss as though to say "don't be disappointed". As I went to shower, tumescence re-engorging, Diane and Elivia were moving towards each other and I assumed Elivia must have done her some real good because I heard Diane yelling with pleasure over the noise of the water. I thought I had some catching up to do - for my own sake. I thought instinctively that Elivia would be my main sexual partner and still was wondering how Diane would fit in.

As I moved to come out of the shower, there were the two lovely bodies; one that was pink in the main and one tan, wanting to push their way into the shower. They both loved me as we stood there, stroking everywhere, reaching for the soap and pulling at my shaft. Moments later, I heard Diane reach orgasm again, in the shower, but I did not hear Elivia do so. I decided there and then to redress the situation with some quality time for Elivia so I placed a little body oil on my hand and lay in wait.

As she emerged, all wet and a lovely pink with the hot water, a towel tucked over her breasts I took hold of her around her waist and worked the hand through the folds of the towel. She was warm and steamy, she was wet from the shower and perhaps from excitement as I placed my hand onto her mound and worked inwards to again hold her by the bone. Elivia wound one lovely arm around the back of my neck and stroked in my hair and over my chest with the other hand. I hugged her to me and before long she simply melted and nearly fell over with a prolonged orgasmic rush. At the finish, Diane was pressing her hand on mine to increase pressure on Elivia and holding my buttocks, rubbing my coccyx, with the other hand. I also noticed that she was swallowing my penis - I could only see half of its length. Her tongue had found that part of the ridge that was so sensitive but she didn't play with it for long. She very slowly pulled off, held the bulbous part in her lips for a moment as she sucked, then she kissed the end and whispered that she had been told by Elivia where my special play park was. 

With the almost animal forcefulness of Diane and the tender but insistent sensuality of Elivia, I became apprised of the spectre of being totally drained by the two. They both want a man but how was my presence giving them more than they were getting anyway from each other? I put the question on hold, ready to bring up the subject -- tomorrow perhaps. But next, we all got dressed to go out for a drink and meal.

In the hotel bar next-door one of the bar-girls recognised me and obviously noticed I was with a pair of beautiful women this time, not just the one stunner. She told me her name, I told her I was on holiday and that the two women are school friends and I was getting really exhausted. This was near enough a double entendre for the girl to blush, giggle and set a smile for me. A lascivious thought popped into my head, how would this little Jane fair with the three of us. I looked over at the ladies. They matched about as well as a photo and its negative; Elivia in the same black as before, sitting with a hand on Diane's thigh as though holding her attention, making a point conversationally, and Diane in cream against the darker skin, rather well covered but extremely shapely, looking like a well-stroked cat, black glossy short hair, sexy smile for me. I thought it just as well there were no un-attached men in the bar else there could easily be an advance.

When I got back to Diane and Elivia with the drinks, they wanted to know what had made the bar-girl blush and I told them the truth. Fortunately, I think, neither of them suggested inviting her round to the other hotel for some fun. They filled me in on the texted conversation the two of them had had about me. I was astonished at their frankness in that they had shared all the sexy moves we had made to each other and evidently their various levels of success; this last point driven home with Diane becoming a little flushed and commenting, "grabbing her by the divine fulcrum and doing a mock rape, gosh that turns me on, I mean for me to do that to Elivia not for you to do it to me". I laughed rather weakly as I contemplated the pros and cons of redundancy. As though understanding what was on my mind, Diane explained again that what makes it so stimulating, to have me there with them, was their feeling of incompleteness otherwise; "Perhaps it's your male scent," she said and she gave me an idea to try later.

The other idea gradually forming in my mind was that Diane was the more sexually expressive of the two. When talking about pleasures, even generally, she could not sit entirely still and her neck and face seemed flushed as she responded to an urge, repeated frequently, to rub her own neck. From a position of seemingly guarding some earlier held territory in Elivia, I was starting to think of "jumping the pen" and chasing Diane for all I was worth, I entertained the thought of dispelling her dominatrix persuasions and taking her by force. I gazed at her form beneath the dress, I noticed her continual slight shifting way and that Elivia's hand was still on her thigh, involuntarily slipping about. For what it was worth, Diane slowly licked around her lips as she held my eyes. I might think big sometimes but I knew I was to be consumed later.

After a meal we walked along the front. It was a warm blustery evening and the occasional loss of perfect balance due to the gusts and the effect of alcohol made us cling together, grabbing waists, hips and even a penis at one moment, that being Diane. I heard Diane say to Elivia she wanted to fuck her, saw Elivia turn with a sexy grin and peck her on the cheek and then saw the two embrace and go for a tongue-entwining kiss. So I bounded in to place my mouth against both of theirs, partly to hide the spectacle from others behind us, but mainly to break them up with my admonishment.

"Not in public girls, I know I'm old-fashioned."

Elivia said they only were doing it to wind me up. This followed by a rather wet and poorly managed three-way kiss, finished with giggles.

As soon as we got in to the bedroom I undressed for a shower, taking with me an empty shampoo bottle. I washed out the bottle very thoroughly and jacked off a load of semen into it. Then I added some bottle water, all this carefully planned, and shook it up until it looked just like cloudy water. This was to be my stock of scent for an experiment; I rubbed my hands under my balls and wetted them with the new scent. I hid the bottle in my wash-bag, dried off, put on pyjama bottoms and tee shirt and joined the ladies who were on brandy.

Perhaps unwisely, I first sat next to Diane and, placing my hand at the base of her neck, to pull her towards me and caress into her hair, I kissed her lengthily. After a few moments she zeroed in to my hand, kissed it and kissed me again. Her eyes were really wide as she whispered to me.

"You haven't been jerking yourself off in the shower, without me, have you?"

"Umm - no!"

"You have, you bastard, and it's making me go hard everywhere -- hey, (and now she lowered her whispering a level or two) you go over and stroke Elivia's neck and face with these lovely hands, you promise?"

By way of emphasis she ran her hand up my thigh, over my balls and rubbed my shaft. I got the opportunity to do as commanded when I refreshed Elivia's brandy. From behind the settee I ran my hands down her front, onto her breasts, first outside her dress then intruding a little under the dress top. She threw her head back for me so I caressed her neck and cheeks and gave her a long kiss, and then I brought the drink round and sat beside her. She had been talking about dress wear but now stopped and leaned on me. She was arching her back, lifting those shoulders, and moving her hands to hug me with one and press on my penis with the other. Her mouth was open and her tongue curled up. Oh jeez, then Diane came over to remove my tee shirt as Elivia opened my pyjama ties and began to swallow my soft shaft. My arms went up to embrace Diane, who was taking off everything. She remained standing, inviting me to fondle her mound. Her legs were phenomenal, plenty of gorgeous looking muscle, lovely hollows near her lips that were just beginning to part. She was simply beautiful down there.

Remembering she had hinted she was not impressed by my hold on Elivia, I just felt for her clitoris. By the time I had found it, about five seconds, it was hard and protruding, a little elongated and under a slippy layer of thick skin. It was just like Elivia's but much larger. By that time, Elivia had swallowed most of my penis and was coming up for air, taking a breath and swallowing again. Then she suddenly stopped that, stood up and kissed Diane, giving her the benefit of her hands that were wet with my juices or wet from herself, who knows?

Perhaps all this was not so amazing really, I moved out from under them to pretend to drink while watching them. Here were well-established sexual partners going strong, perhaps heightened, as someone had said, by the scent from me. I am a one-to-one man and all this was serving to confirm that fact. I watched them fisting each other, Diane enjoying it immensely and Elivia hardly at all because she is a smaller woman. I watched them kissing and exploring their bodies, mostly as they stood against each other. They pressed each other's clitoris and soon became noisy and orgasmic in unison. I began with a good hard-on at first, especially when they were in foreplay, but it soon sank dismally because I felt remote and very little erotic charge from their climax.

Down sank the brandy too! Followed by a second as the ladies "repaired to the shower booth", in which they availed themselves of the facilities in total silence, a point that I thought rather odd until I realised that they were probably discussing how the dirty young goat, with his "First with Honours in the Perfumier Arts", had put them up to it. They emerged beaming however, both wearing hotel dressing gowns. I just beamed back at them.

We discussed how we would use the two bedrooms we had taken. The ladies were still quite "hot" in my estimation so I said I would leave them to one another while I slept alone. This had obviously been their thought too and, as we separated, Elivia promised to pop in to see me at dawn, "I know you are sexy at that hour..." I fondled her breasts and promised I was already looking forward to it.

I slept well until I was visited in my dreams by that little nymph. It was Elivia, of course, quietly cuddling up to my back and putting her hand casually onto my penis and, as it engorged, tapping the ridge. There was no more real excitement for a while because we wanted to talk. She wanted to be a loving sexual partner to me and she wanted to excite me in ways I knew I enjoyed -- just as we had been before Diane joined us. I explained that two ladies making love was not much of a turn on unless I was drifting along and imagining I was taking the place of one of them. I admitted I found them both utterly ravishing with the qualities likely to make me detonate with orgasm. Elivia then explained a proposition.

"If you like how this sounds we'll repeat something that we enjoy, tonight, and at a key moment Diane will join and either take my place or take yours to continue with something we like. Then, whoever was replaced, should come back in and on and on the replacements go."

"That sounds divine", I replied.

"But we'll wait till tonight so that no-one is too tired, okay?"

"So, Elivia, we are the ones to start?"

"Yes", and with that she climbed over me to face me and hugged, with her breasts pressed against me and with her stomach pushing at my penis. And so we slept another hour or two. 

The sequence we enacted was sexually stunning. As I later recall some highlights, my penis swells and seems to work through a painful bruised phase before tightening in pleasure. Elivia and I were dressed much as we were on our first encounter, Elivia radiant and in mild orgasm as I first touched her. We kissed and fondled for some time. She laughed with joy as my hand slipped into wetness, she bucked through her first breathless orgasm reached after only a few pulses, her breasts were hard and smooth as I liberated them. She was curling her tongue, enjoying this foreplay, since that was what it was to her, I kissed and returned my hand to hold her bone and she soon roared her approval in my ear, I lay back to rest and let her touch the ridge, hardened and building with delicious pain. She placed her mouth over the ridge and sucked, whipping her tongue across it. As she let it go I saw Diane come in and they both proceeded to rub my ridge as I squirmed about. Diane was fully undressed and was placing her breasts against my neck, they rubbed so slowly and I believe I was not breathing as a dry climax arrived. Diane scooped up my clear juice and put it on her neck and Elivia departed, blowing a kiss.

Now Diane mounted me but this time gave me plenty of room for me to thrust long and deep into her, she was moist with perspiration, shiny and deliciously decorated with little curves and undulations, I worked with artistry but I sensed there would be very little time. At least I had taken her while she was in about as submissive mood as she could ever be. Evidently she could clamp down onto my shaft at will, for she started to tighten with each of my withdrawals and relax as I thrust inwards. It was this trick that led to my loosing control, I realised it and decided to give her a prolonged pelvic rattle. I immediately climaxed after that and shot deeply and copiously into her. Diane quickly lifted off, moved up and put her sex in front of my mouth, I sucked hard on her lovely clitoris as my semen dripped from her onto my neck, I nudged and bit gently until she whimpered through her orgasm -- at last! As I withdrew I see Elivia, fully undressed, pushing Diane roughly onto her side and straddling her -- I saw no more!

I later rejoined to stroke Elivia and tease her with gentle touches. On it went for a while but there was little more to recount after Diane had re-entered and, with oil on her hand, gave me a prolonged full length shaft stroking, so deliciously slowly, from coccyx to head, whilst insisting I kept perfectly still until she, the dominatrix, had finished me. She permitted a certain freedom in her meaning of perfectly still; she allowed me the pleasure of nibbling her ear and the side of her neck, to bury my nose in her hair and caress the other side of her neck with my hand. I could feel her accelerating pulse on both sides. She allowed this; she threw her head back becoming aroused so much she had to stop her work once or twice. At the end she gave a cheer and a laugh as I ejaculated what little semen I had remaining under her breasts. Maybe Diane and I were getting nearer to a sexual rapport; for Diane I just had to be that young goat, for me she remained an almost unattainable challenge.

There were two more days before the ladies had to return to their work. I needed to get back into my book for which it had been deemed necessary, by Diane, that my mood be lifted. I never completed the rather sad chapter that I had planned. I altered the story to allow the protagonist to enjoy a spectacular sexual holiday rather than a lonely one. The book sold well for a while on the Internet but was banned on the likes of Amazon.

There is a sequel to this story. I come out of prison in about a year. Diane moved up the organisation and became even more ravishing, matching her increased managerial power. Darling Elivia paid me regular prison visits. She smiled sexily, curled her tongue at me and generally made my life bearable in each fifteen-minute visit period. She told me of the passes she got from the prison staff but vowed she would never turn to them; she wanted me. By the way, the courts did not give a toss about the sexy authoring; it was another issue that put me in prison. The problem was that Jane, the young bar-girl, although not underage, was not the first bar-girl to be made pregnant by me that summer...