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My Turn

By: Fire H



"My turn", I said breathlessly but with a grin, propping myself up on my elbows looking down the length of my nude body at you.

You look up at me from between my thighs, a self-satisfied smile on your face. You reach up and caress my stomach, still flushed from orgasm. I shiver at your touch, my skin hyper sensitive. 

"No, you've had your fun. MY turn now." You nibble at my thigh causing me to squeak and squirm a bit. I sit up a bit further and glare at you, "Are you going to lay down like a good boy or am I going to have to make you?" Your grin gets bigger and you remain between my legs and take a playful lick at the very sensitive area between my pussy and my thigh. I moan and fall back down again. 

Realizing that you don't seem to have any intention of moving and are happily preparing to tease me more, I gather my will and sit up. Pushing you gently but firmly with my hands I dislodge you from between my thighs. You sit back a bit with a playful pout on your lips. 

"MY tu..." I start to say, but you grab me and kiss me passionately before I can finish my sentence. I respond, pressing my body up tight against you. I can feel your penis grow hard against me, moving up to lodge between our stomachs. I feel your tongue probe my mouth, tasting of me and I suck it. Your hands run down my back and squeeze my ass, pulling our bodies even closer together. I can feel myself starting to respond to you again, a tight tingle up high inside of me. 

Knowing that I will never get to have my fun if this continues I push away from you breathlessly. I shove a bit too hard and you topple backwards onto the bed with a surprised look on your face. I quickly straddle your legs, just below your hips. Your hands reach up and you start caressing up my thigh again. Growling, I glare at you. You smile and cross your hands over your chest. 

"Did you want something dear?" you ask with a smirk.

"Hmmm..." I say, leaning forward and kissing you. My body remains inches above yours so that you just feel my nipples caress your chest. You shiver and kiss back, running your fingers lightly over my full breasts. 

I push your hands away and begin kissing down from your mouth, over your jaw and to your neck. I pause at your throat and feel your pulse with my tongue. I take a light nibble and you gasp. I can feel your cock twitch against my crotch, inches away but I don't plan on giving you're the satisfaction.

I kiss further down your body, my breasts trailing ahead of me. I pause at your nipples, feeling your hard cock brushing against my breasts. With my tongue I flick your right nipple, my hand pinching the other. You moan and use your hand to help your cock rub between my breasts. I suck at you and nibble a bit, enjoying the feel of you squirming under me. Your hand begins to stroke your hard cock, your fingers grazing my nipples with each up stroke. 

I gasp and stop, looking into your half-closed eyes "Oh no you don't! I'm playing with you here!" I move your hand and frown at you. You grin and twitch your throbbing penis at me. 

"Well, I can't help myself. It wants attention," you say. With an exaggerated sigh I scoot down your body until my face is even with your dick. I contemplate it for a second, and then look up at you. You smile and raise your eyebrows twitching your cock a few more times for emphasis. 

I take my finger and lightly brush down it, teasingly. You gasp and your smile fades. I grin wickedly, lean down and take a quick lick from your balls up to the tip. You groan when I then lightly blow on the wet trail that I left. Your body shivers and a spot of precum appears at the tip. I lick it off with a quick stroke of my tongue enjoying the salty taste of you. 

My left-hand trails it's way over your thigh and cups your testicles, my thumb gently caressing the sensitive area between your dick and your balls. My right hand encircles the base of your penis, gently, and I move it so your cock is pointing at me. I lick my lips and smile wickedly at you, letting you know what I have planned. You gasp and squirm a bit, wanting me to put my mouth around you, to feel yourself inside me. 

I lean forward and ever so lightly brush the head of your cock with my lips. You groan and try to thrust in, but I've got you firmly with my hands and keep you back. My tongue flicks out and circles around the head of your cock, two, three times. I love to torture you. I pause for a second causing you to briefly wonder if I'm not going to continue, then you feel my mouth completely close on your throbbing dick and plunge to the base. You cry out and thrust once, trying to bury yourself deeper within my mouth. 

Using suction I slowly pull myself up your penis, my teeth grazing along you. I go to the top and sucking and licking I concentrate my efforts there. My hand at the base of your penis begins to move, my saliva making you slick. My mouth moves down and up your cock, only half way, several times to the rhythm of my hand. I can taste precum again and move back up to the top trying to suck it all out. 

I remove my mouth from you and just use my hand for a few seconds. My fingers graze up to the top and back, lightly. You moan, but I can tell you want my mouth back. Teasingly I take away my hands and sit back a bit. You gasp in astonishment and whimper. 

"What was that dear?" I ask playfully. You growl at me and I raise my eyebrows, grinning. "You want more?" You start to sit up, but I don't want you to take control, yet. I again move back and cup your balls and penis with my hands. My mouth plunges down your shaft to the base, several times in quick succession. While doing this, one of my hands reaches up and pinches your nipple. You buck and thrust harder into my mouth. Each time your cock draws out I apply suction making it somewhat difficult for you to withdraw. I can feel your body shaking under me and your tempo increases. 

I put my hand back on your cock and with my hand and mouth help you keep the rhythm that you have set. You groan and writhe under me, your hand tangling in my long hair. Insistently you push my head down on you harder, faster. I am happy to help, wanting to feel you orgasm into my mouth. 

With several hard thrusts you explode into my mouth. My hands still but my mouth continues to apply rhythmic suction until I can feel the waves of your orgasm stop. Hot cum spilling from my mouth back onto you I slowly remove myself off you and wipe my lips, licking the remaining stickiness from them. 

You lay motionless as I get up off of you, a satisfied smile on your lips. Getting off the bed I pause and look at you. I'm feeling very satisfied with myself but there is something yet to be done. 

Making a tsk tsk noise I tell you, "Well now you're a mess dear. I think we need a shower." I grin with anticipation as I head into the bathroom.

My Turn



John's so good to me and gives me so much pleasure.  What can I do for him?  That lady in the porno video I saw took the guy's penis in her mouth, and he seemed to like it a lot.  I don't remember exactly what she did with it, but I guess I could try.

I joined John on the couch, and we shared a sweet kiss and I told him I loved him.  I shared some of his Grand Marnier and tried to decide how to say what I wanted to ask him.  When I finally tried, it didn't come out too well.

I said, 'Darling, I've .....  well .. you know, done it, and you haven't ......'

'Diane, what the hell are you talking about.'

'Oh, you know .... ahhh ... well, ..... orgasms.'

He laughed and said, 'You're concerned because I haven't had an orgasm, right?'

'Well, yeah, I guess so.  When are we going to ....  you know ..... do it?'

'Do you mean sexual intercourse, Honey?'

For some reason, John saying 'sexual intercourse' gave me a terrible case of the giggles, and I totally lost any pretense of being sophisticated.  When I finally got control of myself I said, 'Yes, when are we going to do that?'  When I said 'that', I was thinking 'sexual intercourse' and it threw me into another fit of giggles which turned into uncontrollable laughter.  What a child he must think I am!  Am I going to turn into a giggling idiot every time I think or hear those two words?  That thought just made it worse, and I had tears streaming down my face by the time I regained control.

When I was more or less back to normal, John said, 'If you're going to have a laughing fit every time you hear the words 'sexual intercourse', we may never get around to it.'  With that we both broke down in laughter, and John decided it might be best if he went outside to smoke a cigarette and give me time to settle down.  He left me sitting there, laughing.  After I got control of myself and wiped away the tears, I followed him outside.  The night was warm and nice.  I held his arm as he strolled around the patio smoking.  He held me and kissed me, again poking me in the stomach.  I decided that it was time for me to do something about that bulge that had been poking me every time we kissed.

I said, 'John, Darling, I'd like to give you the kind of pleasure you give me when you ..... um ..... kiss my pussy.  I also really want to see how you ..... how ....... well..... how you work, ummmm .... down there.  Could I...  ahhhh ...  like ...  Oh, you know ....... ahhh ......  use my ... ummm.....  mouth ... on you?'

'Would you like to suck my cock, Honey.'

I was glad it was dark, because I could feel myself blush as I said, 'Well ..... ummmm ....  I uhhhh ..... yeah.  Can I?'

He kissed me and whispered, 'I think that would be a lovely thing for you to do.  Let's go inside.'

Whew!  It worked, it's okay.  I guess I didn't say it very well, but I didn't know how.  John understood what I was talking about, though.  Maybe the guy's penis in the lady's mouth is something people do all the time.  I'm glad I'm getting a chance to try it.  I hope I can do it right.  I really want to do something to please him.  I'm anxious to find out how his penis works, too.  I hope it doesn't get so big that I can't get it into my mouth.

We went in, and John took a pillow from the couch and laid it down in front of his big chair.  He sat down in the chair, parted his legs, and told me to kneel down in front of him, between his knees.  The pillow was to protect my knees from the carpet.  I was feeling very warm, I think from blushing, so I took off the robe and kneeled down between his legs wearing nothing but my nightie.  He scooted down in the chair so his bottom was near the front edge, untied his robe, and parted it.  There was the man I loved, naked in front of me, inviting me to do whatever I wanted with him. 

I wish I knew what to do.  He's so good at giving me pleasure and I'm at a loss.  When in doubt, ask.  I asked him what I should do, and he suggested I start by taking his penis in my hand and stroking it up and down.  I did that, and it started to grow.  Boy, did it ever grow!  The next thing I knew it was so big my fingers and thumb couldn't touch around it.    I whispered that he would have to tell me what to do and if I was doing it right.  I want to make it feel good for him, and I sure don't want to hurt him or anything.  

He said that what I was doing was very nice, but he thought my lips and tongue might feel even better.  I held the base in my hand and started kissing around the tip.  As I explored, he would told me when I found a spot that was particularly sensitive and felt especially good when I licked or kissed it.  He said most of the good feelings came from the head of his penis and just below it, especially on the side facing me.  I licked that spot a few times like it was an ice cream cone, and he really loved that.  It didn't take much exploring to get a pretty good idea of the best places to lick and kiss to give him pleasure.  When his penis got really hard and big, the skin on the head was silky smooth and very warm.  While I was kissing and licking him, he told me what happened inside his penis to make it grow and get hard, and how good it felt to have an erection.  He said it was happiest when it was in a warm, moist place.  I asked him if I could take it in my mouth, and he whispered that he would love to have me do that.  

I put the tip between my lips and just slid my lips down it, opening my mouth as I went.  When I had the whole head in my mouth, my jaws were really wide open, but it wasn't uncomfortable.  I slid my mouth further down until I had a real mouthful, then let it slide out until just the tip was between my lips.  I looked up at John questioningly, and he responded by putting his hand on the back of my head and gently pushing me down until I again had a mouthful of penis.  I was amazed how hot it was.  I noticed that I was in the perfect position to have that especially sensitive spot slide over my tongue as I went up and down on him with my mouth.  He released my head, and I thought I had the idea, so I began sliding my mouth up and down.  When I saw the women in that porno movie do this, I thought it was dirty and gross.  This isn't, though, it's loving, and I like doing it.  It's fun.  Not the laughing kind of fun, though, but serious fun.  I love feeling him respond to me and tell me how good I'm making him feel.  I hope I'm doing it right.  I sure must be doing something right, he's as hard as a board.  When I do something he really, really likes his penis throbs and sort of jerks.  

I would start with about half the head in my mouth and slide down until I just couldn't fit anymore in.  I tried to keep my lips sealed around it all the time and not scrape him with my teeth.  Then I would slide up and repeat the process.  The tip went clear back to my throat, but it didn't gag me.  It just wouldn't go any farther.  John seemed to like what I was doing, because he kind of moaned and whispered, 'Oh, Baby, that's good.'  He told me once to watch my teeth, so I was very careful about that.  I kept my mouth open far enough so that only my lips touched him.  I was really enjoying it, too.  How wonderful to give pleasure to the one you love.  Now I understand why he likes to kiss my pussy.  

I had to stop for a minute to rest my jaws and swallow all the saliva.  He said it was a good thing I stopped, because I was about to make him come.  I said, 'Do you mean have an orgasm?'  He said 'orgasm', 'climax', and 'come' were synonyms.  I decided I liked 'come' and 'climax', and that 'orgasm' was a really great word.  I don't know why, I just liked the sound of it in my mind.  When I thought about what happened to me when John licked my button, 'climax' seemed to  be the perfect word to describe it.

  While I was resting my jaws, I was kissing and licking around the head of his penis, and he seemed to really like that.  I asked him what he liked best, and he said there was nothing better than feeling my lips slide up and down as I took him in and out of my mouth.  He told me I could use a little suction while I did that.  I took the tip back between my lips and noticed that a fluid was starting to flow from the little hole.  It had no taste and was extremely slippery.  I took my mouth away and used my hand to squeeze and milk him.  He was so hard I couldn't squeeze much, but I did see some of the clear fluid flow out of the little slit.  I licked it off the head before it ran down and took it into my mouth with my tongue.  No taste, thicker than my saliva, and really slippery.  I didn't know anything could be so slippery.  

I slid my mouth back down as far as I could and found that the slippery stuff felt very nice as lubrication between my lips and his penis.  I held him deep in my mouth, sucked until I could feel my cheeks suck in, and I could feel his penis jerk and throb.  John was making Mmmmmm sounds, and I figured that meant I was doing okay, so I kept it up until my jaws needed another rest.  By that time the slippery stuff was flowing continuously and seemed to be getting thicker.  I found that I couldn't swallow with my mouth wide open, and between my saliva and John's slippery stuff I had a lot to swallow while I rested my jaws.  Maybe if I practice I can go longer before my jaws get tired.  I was worried about one thing, though, and I decided I had better ask.

When I took him out of my mouth, I had to wipe away a string of slippery stuff that drooped from my lower lip to the tip of his penis, then I said, 'John, Darling, when you have your climax, isn't that when the sperms and stuff come out?'

'Yes, Honey,' he said, 'it's called ejaculation, and semen comes out.  The sperm are a part of the semen, and I feel like I have a very large amount stored up.  Why, does that bother you?'

'Well, no,' I whispered, feeling myself blush, 'but in that porno movie I watched, the guys always did it all over the lady's face.  Do we have to do that?  I think it's kind of gross.'

John laughed and said, 'That's only in the movies, Honey.  In real life a penis greatly prefers to come in a nice warm mouth.'

I was very relieved to hear that.  I asked, 'If you ... you know, like ....... do it ...... ah ..... ejaculate .........well ....... while it's in my mouth, then ....... um .... well .... um ...... what happens to it?'

He smiled and said, 'I believe the polite thing is for the lady to swallow it.'

I said, 'Oh, okay.'  Swallow it.  Well, okay, I'll try.  So far there isn't much taste.  I hope there isn't too much to swallow.  Sure, why not?  I don't know what else I would do with it.  I'm not going to spit it out.  I guess my stomach will think all those little sperms are a snack.  

I asked, 'Can you have a climax pretty soon?  I'd really like you to have one, and I want to feel the ... um ... semen come out.  My jaws are getting kind of tired and sore.'

'Honey,' he said, 'All you have to do it to continue what you were doing and you'll get your wish.'

I milked him with my hand again, and watched a big stream of fluid came out of the little slit.  As I was leaning forward to suck it up, I could see that it wasn't totally clear anymore.  It had become a little cloudy.  I'll ask about that later.  Right now I want to give John his climax.  I wonder how much comes out of him?  I think I'm about to find out.  I got him back into my mouth and started going up and down on it like before, and I sucked my cheeks in, trying to make it even better for him.  Better for me, too, because my jaws were really getting tired.  I had heard some girls in the dorm talk about a 'blowjob', so I took it out of my mouth and asked him when and how I was supposed to blow.  He just laughed and pulled my mouth back down over him. I guess there's no blowing.  I wonder why they call it that.  

When I only had the head in my mouth, I slid my tongue back and forth on the sensitive area just under the head.  I wouldn't have believed it possible, but he got even bigger and harder; hard as a board.  It was sort of like warm wood that was thinly upholstered in satin.  The stuff was really flowing out of him, and it had become thick and sticky rather than thin and slippery.  It had been tasteless at first but now had become just faintly salty.  Not bad tasting, just unusual.  Something I'd never tasted before.  Sort of like egg white.  John's penis was really throbbing and jerking, and I could feel a big vein swelling on the side.  He told me to suck a little harder, so I did, and also tried to increase the pressure of my lips and tongue on him without scraping with my teeth.

Finally, about the time I thought I was going to have to rest my jaws again, he said, 'Ohhhh, Baby, I'm going to come.  Don't stop now.'  I started bobbing my head up and down faster, licking, and sucking harder.  Suddenly it swelled up to a size I could hardly get my lips around, John moaned, and I felt a huge throb followed by a warm flood in my mouth.  I was at the top of my stroke with only the head in my mouth when that first gusher came, and when I slid down there didn't seem to be room in my mouth for both that swollen penis and all that semen.  I don't know how much there's going to be, but I think I'd better swallow in a hurry to make room for more.  Since I couldn't swallow with my mouth wide open, I quickly removed my mouth from his penis, closed it, and gulped down a big swallow.  I didn't know about the timing of the gushers, though, and while I was swallowing John was spurting.  I had my eyes closed so I didn't see it, but I felt a wet, warm splash against the side of my forehead, beside my left eye, and on my cheek and chin.  Mainly all over the left side of my face.   I knew what had happened, so I got that thing back in my mouth before I caught another gusher in the face.  Remembering my own climaxes, I think I would have died if John had stopped licking my button before I was finished.  I thought he was probably the same way, so I bobbed, sucked, and licked for all I was worth to give the man I loved the best climax possible.  I guess he was really full,because he just kept on gushering.  I learned to pause for just a moment with only the tip between my lips and have a quick swallow before opening wide and plunging as much as I could of him back into my mouth for another gusher.  He was moaning and groaning with what I assumed was pleasure, and the flow gradually diminished until there was just a trickle.  

He finally began to shrink between my lips until he was only about half as big as when his climax started.  Wow, that was intense!  It must be sort of like what I feel when I go over.  He told me to stop what I was doing, and I was glad to be able to close my mouth and relax my jaws.  I swallowed three or four times, but the inside of my mouth was still coated with very sticky stuff.  I could feel it on my tongue, lips, and between my teeth.  The taste of the semen wasn't up there with Heath bars and blueberry pie on my list of favorites, but I didn't mind the taste or feel.   Considering where it came from and what a good time I had getting it, I decided I liked John's semen a lot, but I wished I had something I could use to wipe it off my face and chin before it dripped onto my nightie or the pillow I was kneeling on.  

John told me to stay where I was, and he got up and went into the kitchen.  I heard the water running, and he came back with two towels, one damp with warm water.  He sat back down and started wiping my face with the wet towel and drying it with the other one.  He said he thought I hadn't wanted him to come in my face, like they did in the porno videos.  I giggled and told him that it had kind of gotten away from me for a second, but that I didn't mind, although I would have definitely preferred to have kept it in my mouth.  I apologized for not keeping him in my mouth, and he said he didn't mind a bit, and he thought that watching me get squirted with his come was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.  

He gave me the towel, and I dried my face.  I was pretty proud of myself for what I had just done, and I asked, 'John, Darling, did I do it okay?  Did I make you have a good climax?  If you would really like to do it that way, it's okay to do it all over my face.  I'm washable.'

He smiled, stroked my cheek with his fingers, and said, 'Honey, that was one of the the most wonderful things I have ever experienced.  I think you have a natural talent, and with a little practice you might be a world-class cocksucker.  And I would much rather come in your mouth than all over your face.  Let's leave that for the porno movies.'

John could be very crude sometimes.  Funny but crude.  I went into a fit of giggles.  I bet that with a little more experience I can do it even better.  Well, I did suck his ........ um ..... cock, so I guess that makes me a coksucker.  I want to become a perfect cocksucker for him.  Maybe I can learn to swallow with my mouth wide open.  It isn't just him giving and me receiving anymore.  This is the way it should be. 

I crawled up into John's lap, and as he started to kiss me I remembered the inside of my mouth was still coated with semen.  I pulled back, but he kissed me anyway.  Then he gave me a sip of his Grand Marnier to kind of wash it down.  My lips left a white smear on the rim of the glass, and I really couldn't sip enough of that strong stuff to wash very much down.  

John finally suggested we go to bed.  As we went down the hall together, I suddenly realized how exhaused I was, physically and emotionally.  It had been a very long, eventful, and wonderful day.  I was very happy that I had given John a good climax, but I was also very tired.  I brushed my teeth and rinsed the semen coating out of my mouth, and John got me into his pajama top.  The only thing I remember after that is being kissed and snuggling in John's arms in that big warm bed, feeling pretty pleased with myself for giving John's penis a nice sucking..  I may have been sort of messy, but I was proud of the way I had given my man pleasure and  swallowed his semen.  I'm sure John told me he loved me and kissed me goodnight, but I don't actually remember it.  

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My Turn



It was late, much later then I probably should have been out on any night. This night was a little different though. I had gotten home early from work. I was excited and a bit on the horny side I guess you could say. I had been thinking of my husbands cock the entire drive home. I knew that the kids were away, both staying at different friend's houses. My loose fabric skirt was hiked all the way up as I rubbed my throbbing clit through my soaked pink lacey panties which matched the bra that covered my large breasts.

As I pulled into the driveway I didn't even notice the little red sports car that was parked on the curb. All I could think about was just how I was going to go about attacking my husband so that I could feel him inside me. I turned off the car and stepped out. As I approached the front door I hiked up my skirt again and slid my panties down my legs took them off. I opened the door and stepped in, expecting to find him watching TV in the living room. He was not there so I proceeded down the hallway that led to our bedroom. 

As I approached the door I heard it, the sound of a woman moaning softly. I smiled and knew he was mine. He had to be watching one of his many porn flicks while he masturbated his 6 inch tool, I was not home to please him so he was doing it himself. As I peeked through the crack in the door my heart skipped a beat. He absolutely was not missing me. He was laying flat on his back as the beautiful voluptuous blonde sat on his cock and rode it like I had so many times. He reached up with a smile on his face and fondled her ample breasts as she moved up and down on him slowly. My eyes started to water as I watched. She slowly picked up the pace, her breathing getting heavier as she rode my man's hard member. I turned away and hurried down the hallway and out of the house as I burst into tears. How could he do this to me?

Now I drove and drove. Trying to understand why he was cheating on me. I had been a good wife to him for 13 years. She was just way more beautiful then me. I was no dog but I had gained a little weight over the years. I was 35 now 5 feet tall with short legs. I had been told that I wore my 145 lbs well. My husband and other men had told me I had a nice round ass and I had always gotten stares at my 38dd breasts. As I drove I began to get more and more angry. I didn't deserve this. 

It was around 1AM now as I drove up to a bar in an unfamiliar neighborhood. I straightened myself up and stepped out of the car. It seemed like a good enough place to get a drink to drown my sorrows. I walked into a smoke filled pool hall. It wasn't crowded at all with only about 15 people in the whole place. I walked up to the bar and sat on a stool and ordered a drink.

I didn't slow down for an hour. I drank shot after shot as I watched the guys in the bar play pool. I could feel myself getting buzzed as I starting caring less and less about what I had seen earlier. As I sat there drinking a large guy walked up to me. He was way bigger then my husband. This guy was at least 6'3 or 4, a bit gritty in his dirty jeans and t-shirt that made him look like he just got done with a hard days work. "You wanna play?" he asked me in a masculine deep voice. I just stared at him like a nervous little school girl. "I'm Chuck, I have noticed you watching me and the guys play pool and would like to know if you want to join us?" I smiled up at this giant of a man and just nodded in agreement. 

As I stood up I tripped over an invisible something on the floor. Chuck was more then up to the task of catching me before I went to the floor. He caught me by my right arm and my left breast. His strong hand cupping it and lifting me back upright to a standing position. He let go of my breast and held my arms as I steadied. "Maybe pool isn't a good idea for you sexy." He said. My friend owns this place, you can go lay down in the back if you want." "Um, ok." I nodded in agreement. 

He steadied me as walked to a door with a sign on it that said OFFICE. He opened the door and we stepped into a room with a plain wood desk and a couch in the corner of the room. As he closed the door behind us I decided that I should enjoy myself as much as my husband had earlier. He walked me to the couch and I sat down with him in front of me. He deffinately looked surprised when I reached up and started rubbing his crotch with my hand. He had quite a package under there I could tell already. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. I nodded and began to unbutton his jeans slowly.

I pulled his jeans down and could see the outline of a huge limp dick through his boxers. It was bigger then my husbands already. I pulled his boxers down and stared in amazement at this giant tool. He was hanging a good 7 inches and was just barely beginning to harden. I grabbed it in my hand and leaned forward taking the head into my mouth. He tasted like salt and sweat as he began to grow. His hands reached down as he ran his fingers through my hair. His cock grew faster now as I sucked in what I could. Once he was all the way hard I pulled it out of my mouth and took a look. This thing was 9 or 10 inches and about the thickness of a beer bottle. I had never even seen a cock that big. He grabbed my hair then forcefully and pulled me toward him as he thrust his cock into my open mouth. I gagged as he pushed it against the back of my throat. What had I gotten myself into? 

He pushed harder as he slid into my throat and started bucking against my face. My eyes began to water as I gagged and choked on this strangers fat tree trunk of a cock. He pulled it out and spit in my face. "What a fucking dirty little whore you are." His demeanor had changed from nice guy to giant cocked monster in the blink of an eye. The only problem was that my pussy was soaking wet from his rough treatment. I dove back onto his cock with my mouth as he grabbed my hair again and started fucking my face mercilessly. I choked and gagged and even cried as he shoved it in and out of my throat making me take 7 or 8 inches of it. He then pulled it out and picked me up by my hair and pulled me over to the desk. 

He pushed me over the desk forcefully and lifted up my skirt to find that I still wasn't wearing any panties. He grabbed my hair and pinned my face to the desk as I felt the head of his cock probing for my dripping snatch. He found his mark and drove his entire monster cock into my hungry hole as I screamed in pain from being stretched beyond my limits. I cried out loud as he began fucking me. He was calling me names like slut and whore as his cock penetrated me to the hilt over and over again. I could feel him so deep in me. I screamed out loud with every powerful thrust that this giant stranger was giving me the fuck of my life. He grabbed me by the hips and rammed his cock home with wreckless abandon. "You like it don't you little whore?" He yelled at me. That was when I lost it. My body trembled and raged into the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt. My pussy clinging to his hard cock as it rammed in deep. I screamed bloody murder as my body shook and bucked against him as his balls were banging against my swollen clit. He then pulled his cock out of me and grabbed me again, pulling me off the desk and forcing me to my knees in front of him. He jerked his cock a couple of times as his hot cum shot me in the face. It went into my hair and in my eye and covered my face completely before he shoved his cock back in my mouth so that I could work out the last few drops. He moaned and groaned as I milked him completely. 

Oh by the way...I am no longer with my X-husband. I have a new husband named Chuck.



My Turn



You have been home from work for a mere few minutes. Still dressed in your business attire, a red silk blouse and knee length skirt. It begins with a simple knock on the door.

You crack it open to see who it is, and upon seeing me, a small smile comes to your face. When you start to open the door, your are shocked an thrown back as I throw it open so hard, that upon my entry, the door smashes the back wall and slams itself shut again.

I toss you to the same wall, and place my left hand to your throat. My head moves in quickly to steal a kiss. As you mouth opens, I push you to your knees in front of me. I still have my left hand, now on your shoulder. My right hand unzips my slacks and I release my manhood, which has been hard all day just for you.

A quick thrust of my hips forces every inch of me into your mouth and down your throat. A gag and muffled cough escapes because of the suddenness. My right hand joins the left on the back of your head, changing rhythms constantly so that you may feel the force of them as I continually rock my hips into your face.

As my moment arrives, I remove myself from your mouth. I reach down to your side, grab your hand and place it on my throbbing, ready to explode cock.

You take hold and begin the back and forth movements. I throw my head back, as a primitive grunt releases from within. Your beautiful face now covered in spots of white. I re-take control of my shaft, and use the tip of the head to smear the sporadically placed remains, ensuring that every part of your face is covered.

Still on your knees, you sit smiling. I grab the hair at the peak of your head, pulling enough to inflict great discomfort, so you rise and stand in front of me.

I marvel at the artwork I have just created on the canvas that is your face. Again, our heads begin the journey for a kiss. Again, just before contact, I move away pulling you by the arm into the living room. Tossed towards the back of the couch, you bend at the waist, your upper torso still moving from the toss.

I move in behind you. Pressing my pelvis against your ass. Through the back of your skirt you feel I am still at full erection. You start to lift your torso to regain upright form. The flat of my hand strikes you between your shoulder blades, rejecting your attempt and causing you to regain your bowed position.

My hand stays on the middle your back, not allowing you to even attempt the same motion again.

I start to fumble with the zipper of the skirt, only to become frustrated as it sticks. I pull my had away from your back only long enough to allow me to grab both the left and right sides of the fabric, pulling it with excessive force beyond your waist, tossing it to your feet.

The waistline, much smaller than the curve of your hips stings your sides as it is forced down. The pain is enough to make you moan and cause your knees to collapse in just a bit.

My hands quickly remove the thong underwear you have on as I snap the side and rip that away as well.

The fabric of that, little as there is, rips over your swelling bud, again causing a moan and the knees to buckle.

You feel my left hand return to your back. You feel my right grab the meat of your perfect rear, pulling to the side enough to expose the puckered hole.

You hear a quick, wet, breath escape my mouth, and feel warm wetness easing its way down the split between your rear cheeks.

You know what is coming You feel the head press against you just enough to make contact. Your breathing gets shallow. Your heart starts to race. You hear the voice in your head screaming, "DO IT JUST DO IT"

With one fluent move, just as fast as you feel the hardness of the bones of my pelvis against you, you also feel the hardness of me inside of you.

Even though I am in you as much as is physically possible, I shove more, trying somehow to get deeper.

The rocking begins gently, increasing in speed. The thrusts begin to become so forceful, the couch shudders as much as you do with each forceful thrust.

Still forcing myself into you, I re-wet my shaft with more saliva. My shoves begin to come with such force, it feels as if I am slapping you with an open hand.

The sound of skin meeting skin begins to be so rapid; it reminds you of the sound of shuffling cards.

So lost in the moment, it takes you a second to realize I am now bent over you, my face buried in the back of your hair.

Although my voice makes no sound, you hear my breaths in unison with each thrust. They get louder and louder until you feel my whole body go limp, and one final breath escapes as I release in side of you.

The orgasm so intense, my body rests solely on yours. This should be uncomfortable for you, however you are reveling in the feeling. My body pressed with yours. I'm still inside of you. You feel me finally start to rescind in size. I stand up and remove myself. I allow you to stand. You turn to face me, and drape your hands over my shoulder, finally awaiting the kiss attempted before.

Our faces begin moving slowly toward each other. I can still see traces of my artwork. And again you are denied. I bend over and place my arm behind your knees to lift you.

I carry you into the kitchen and place you on the counter. You spread your legs instinctively, believing I am about to encounter on the final leg of the triad. However this time the treat is for you. I drop to my knees and place your hands to the back of my head, and wait. Normally you would ease me towards you slowly. Creating anticipation in both of us. Tonight is not one of those times. You match the force I have used on you the whole evening pulling my face to your flower.

I begin French kissing it the way you have wanted our mouths to do all evening. My tongue moves in and out, smoothing along the sides of your treasure. You release the hold just enough that I am able to spend some time licking, sucking and nibbling your now fully swollen bud.

With each nibble, your body involuntarily shakes and shivers as if receiving a shock. With each shake, your force to my head eases, bit by bit. Not wanting to leave where I am I reach up and grab your hips to pull myself closer Deeper. Deeper. So deep I am able to use the tip of my nose on your bud. Your legs wrap around my head and slowly begin to constrict. You have to place your hands on the counter. Arm fully locked to prevent your self from falling. All the time your legs squeezing tighter and tighter. Until your body clenches in a full spasm as contact between my warm wet tongue and your full swollen, hardened, beautiful clit.

Seconds turn seemingly into forever as wave after wave after wave of your sweet nectar pours from you into my waiting mouth.

I keep performing my service until I can feel your whole body come back to its now exhausted, relaxed state.

It is then you release me from your legs and are shocked that as I stand I am fully erect again.

The feeling of pleasuring you has made me this way, with no contact what so ever.

My hand slides up the front of your shirt until it reaches the beginning of the v-cut blouse.

I then pull downward ripping button from fabric, revealing your tanned glowing skin.

I barely even touch myself before my final release leaves a perfect glistening trail, starting from your perfect breasts, down to your still dripping mound.

Smiling intensely at each other, I bend over and run my tongue all along the glistening trail starting below, ending at the top.

The time is now. Time for your reward. I lean into you. Our mouths open. We place our tongues on each other. At the same moment, we can taste and smell each other's juices. We also enjoy the treats to the senses that we had just made together. Wrapped up in the moment. Our arms embrace. I lift you from the counter, however so taken away you don't notice. Holding you, I take us both to the front door, still madly kissing, tongues exploring. Supporting you with one arm, I open the door. You feel the warm summer breeze caress your lower back. Then.... Only then....



I toss you to the lawn. Gentle enough to not cause injury, enough to cause you to realize, I am done with you.

You have served your purpose.

The look on your face envelops shock, anger, and fear.

I smile, turn, and renter the house, locking the door.

You get up and only having your button-less shirt on, begin pounding at the door. Kicking the door, You do not dare even whisper a plea to me for fear it will attract neighborhood attention.

I go to the fridge, still smiling, and open a bottle of beer.

Fifteen minutes pass.

You're still at the door, knuckles getting raw, feet starting to bruise.

I finish the beer and return to the door.

I crack the door just a bit, and smile at you.

It is then that you put every ounce of strength from your body into the door, throwing it open and tossing me to the floor as if I were a rag doll.

You move as if a rabbit, straddle my chest, with both knees digging into the sides of my biceps. 

This sudden, deep pain paralyzes me. Being overwhelmed, the weight of you on my chest has left me without air. When I regain my senses, you are on top of me, smiling. Then you utter your first words of the night.

"MY turn mother fucker..."



My Turn



"You are invited to a party at Howie and Liza's cottage on Saturday night. We are hosting a small group to shop with Maureen of PleasureU, an intimate erotic specialty company. Light food and wine. 8:30pm sharp. RSVP"

Now, this was an interesting email. It had been well over a month since I had seen Howie and Liza. We'd had a very interesting time exploring their sexuality. As both of them were bisexual (but mostly on the "gay side" of things) but were also in love and musical partners in a band, they'd had problems in bed. At least until the night where I helped them overcome their hangups and cross over into a new sensuality (see my story, "A Sensual Lesson"). Now, it appeared that they were doing better and I was curious to see them and to view their progress. Also, Saturday was my birthday and what better present could there be beside some young bodies playing with sex toys. I responded immediately and couldn't wait for the weekend to arrive.

As I pulled up to their remote cottage in the tree-covered expanse at the edge of a large farm, live music filled the air. Howie and Liza were jamming with fellow bandmates and other music heads. I walked in to a party just getting into gear.

"Hey, look, it's our guru!" yelled Liza over the loud groove. "Go get a drink."

I looked around the room at the evening's participants. There were about a dozen people there. They were all much younger than I and they all seemed to be a loud and loose group. I noticed a few gay couples, I noted a lot of tats and piercings, I observed several deep cleavages and I smiled as I took it all in.

I walked into the kitchen where the bar was set up and I poured myself a shot of tequila. I figured that a shooter would get me nice and loose quickly. After I felt the juice warm me, I opened a bottle of Beck's.

"I bet that hit the spot."

I turned to see a young woman watching me. She was short and a bit on the chubby side. Her long brown hair was beaded and braided. As I smiled at her and raised my bottle in a toast, I took in her very large breasts which were just barely held by her dark green bra. "My, she has some cleavage," I mused as my mind raced through scenes of rubbing my dick between them.

"So you must be the guy that helped Howie and Liza cross over, so to speak. I heard a lot about you. I'm Elizabeth."

"Hi, Elizabeth...Yes, perhaps I'm the same guy. How are they doing these days?"

"Oh, they're great. They can't take their hands off each other and they seem even deeper in love. It's great for them and I'm happy, as are all of their friends. They're making some great music these days, too. Last weekend, they had about 200 people jammed into Mr. Music's Bar and the place was hopping. It was a fucking awesome scene."

"Good! It's great to hear that their music is growing. I love their sound. It's also good to hear that their sex life is less encumbered. It makes for better music."

"Oh, it's better all right. The three of us had a lot of fun together last week..."

The music suddenly stopped and Howie announced that Maureen was almost ready to start her presentation. He asked that everyone find a seat. Elizabeth and I found seats at the end of the couch. There wasn't a lot of seating and we were squished together but it was better than the floor. In order to get comfortable, I threw my arm on the back of the couch behind Elizabeth. She immediately moved into me and I felt her large fleshy breasts lean against the side of my chest. I looked down into her cleavage and, ehile enjoying the view, had to adjust myself.

Liza walked around the room handing out joints and asking if anyone needed anything. When she approached me, she leaned in and gave me a deep, wet kiss. "My guru! Everything is so good for us these days. Thank you for helping us. Maybe after the party, you'll stay around?"

"I cannot pass up such and inviting offer, Lize."

"Good! I'm sure Elizabeth will be staying around, too." She leaned over and kissed Elizabeth. "Right baby?"

Maureen entered the room. She was tall, blond and thin. She appeared to be a few years older than this college crowd. I examined her as she spoke.

"Hello, everyone. I just need a few minutes to set my stuff up so please, make sure you have a drink in your hands. I don't want to see any inhibitions tonight. This is about having fun."

Howie asked if I wanted something and I asked for another shot of Patron. I watched Maureen setting up her stuff. She had a dancer's body and moved like one, too. Her breasts were small but inviting under her sheer blouse. I found her patterned bra stimulating.

"She has a nice body," mumbled Elizabeth under her breath but loud enough for me to hear.

"Yeah, I agree. I've been watching her, too. She has a dancer's body.

"I'm betting that she's a great lay. Just look at that tush!"

"Settle down, Elizabeth, or you'll wet the couch. Pace yourself."

"I only wish I could! I can't help it. I just love to fuck and suck. I think about it all the time. I'm hoping I can pick up some new toy tonight...I could always use a good fuckstick."

I was not surprised by her openness. I mean, if not in this crowd, where else could I find such a bunch of randy fuckers. Finally, as Maureen cleared her throat, Howie handed me the shooter.

"Let's get this party rolling, shall we? Laid out on the table behind me are sexual stimulation devices and fun, party toys. Everything is for sale and when I finish my presentation, I'll be glad to sell them to you. I have a lot of stock in my car but some of the more expensive things must be ordered. They will arrive at your home in discreet brown shipping paper so no nosy people ever need to know about what you do in the privacy of your home."

"I know Howie and Liza for a few years now so you need not feel uncomfortable. I know where they're coming from and it's all good, you know. So please, feel free to express yourself. We're here to have a lot of fun tonight. Later, after I show you my merchandise, we'll have the opportunity to examine, and maybe even, play with them. Now the first series of items I want to show you are some pieces of erotic attire."

She held up a package of edible panties. "Now, I know that you're all aware of edible underwear but these are special." As she took them out of the bag, she explained. "To begin with, these panties come in four flavors: Margarita, Pina Colada, Cosmopolitan and Strawberry Daiquiri. What also makes these panties unique is that they are crotchless." She held them to show us.

A woman off to the side seemed bothered by this. "So what's the point?" she asked. "The idea is to eat through the panties to get to the goods, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is...but you'll find that when your going down on your partner, between the sweat and the saliva, you find that these tend to dissolve. I've used these and I can tell you from experience that the extra flavor can be very stimulating. These sell three to a pack for $9.95 but tonight, everyone gets a free sample as a party favor. How does that sound?"

Approval traveled around the room. "Now, I want to show the ladies some things." She held up a large vibrator with a long anal stem. The size of the vibrator brought comments and laughter. "Now what makes this vibrator so special is that it was a very powerful motor. When it is in place, it will give you ladies a very powerful orgasm with equal stimulation vaginally and anally. This item is $35.00." She then held up a vibrating double dildo with large balls. "The motor and the controls are here in the balls. Ladies, I promise you a great experience. This item is also $35.00 and you'll find that not only is the surface realistic but it is also soft and pliant. And finally, here's a small but very effective vibrator." She held up a small butterfly shaped device. "This item is for wearing under your clothes when you need that daytime release. What makes this item unique are two features. It is made of soft latex and has a two-inch vaginal insert. The top features a clitoral stimulator that moves in a circle around you. It is a great toy and one of my personal favorites. Also, it folds up into this case and can be carried in your pocketbook. It's $49.00."

"You use that during the day?"

"Yes. Sometimes when I'm out and about, I'll wear it while I'm driving. It's lucky that I haven't had an accident. Sometimes, I have to pull over so I can let it do it's thing."

"Where is the strangest place you've worn it?"

"Oh, that's easy. A few weeks ago, I wore it to a wedding. While I sat at the table having dinner, I was buzzing and nobody was the wiser although a woman at my table said, "I'll have what she's having!" when I placed my dinner order. Really, I love this thing."

She passed the toys around the room so everyone could examine them. I was busy toking up as I watched people comment, joke and drool over them. There were several women ready to try them out. When they came over to me, Elizabeth looked at the butterfly and said that she was buying it.

"Now, a contest. The person who tells me their best sex toy experience will win their choice of one of these. We'll decide the winner by vote, ok? Who's first?"

Liza spoke up. "Ok, I'll get the ball rolling. My friend and I once went out to Ricky's Drug Store and we each bought vibrators. When we got back to my place, we got high and decided to try out our toys. We sat on the bed and watched each other. She was so turned on by her plastic cock, she began to squirt all over my bed. Talk about a wet spot! I had to change the sheets right away."

"I once slipped my ex's vibrator up my ass and rode it to two orgasms. It was a curved thing that hit my prostate just right. She would have freaked had she known but I was curious and horny. I think I shot a quart of cum, I swear."

"A couple of years ago at a big Lollapalooza show, I put a small chrome bullet into my puss and had several cums while I listened to Nine Inch Nails. And nobody knew. Well, maybe Trent got a whiff..."

The stories went around the room and when the vote was held, a young, innocent looking girl named Jo had won. She told about finding her mother's vibrator when she was fourteen and becoming addicted to it, using it at every opportunity. When her mother found out, she bought another one for Jo. This story received the loudest applause and the most votes. She selected the butterfly as her prize and upon receiving it, she stood up, unzipped her jeans and inserted it into her red thong. While you couldn't hear it buzzing, you could see the beatific look on her face. For the next hour, you would sometimes hear her happily sigh.

I noticed that the presentation was having an affect on the audience. People were suddenly friskier with each other, comments became dirtier and most of all, the scent of sex began to fill the room...or maybe it was just coming from Elizabeth.

"And now for the men! Gentlemen, I have a selection of cock rings here. Some vibrate, some don't but each has the ability to bring unique pleasure. I also have a few butt plugs and anal stimulators. Let me show you their features." She described the features of each item in detail mentioning how each can bring on a different sensation. She mentioned that the cock rings come in different sizes, that some were expandable, that some had different surfaces and some were battery powered. At the end of her presentation, she held up a large cock ring that had to be five inches in diameter and she said that there was a cock ring for every size although she had only sold one this big.

"You can sell one to Tony," Howie piped up.

"Are you that large, Tony?" asked Maureen.

"Yeah, that one would fit me."

"Okay, here's my offer. If you model this for us, you can keep it."

Her offer was greeted by hoots and laughter as everyone baited Tony to show off his goods. He turned red and acted shy until he could take no more of the bantering. He stood up and slowly peeled off his jeans. He was wearing a pair of dark blue bikini briefs and the outline of his cock was impressive. After more jeers, he pulled it out to oohs and ahs. His tool must have been a good ten-inches long and as fat around as a can of soda. The plum head was so big, I could not imagine anyone having the ability to take it into an orifice. Maureen handed him the cock ring. As he slipped his cock into it and rolled it back to the stem, it looked too loose.

"That has adjustable velcro. Just open it and wrap it tighter. You can make it as tight as comfortable."

We all watched intently as he followed Maureen's instructions. He stood proudly beaming as the huge cock ring now fit snug.

"Now here's the best part, Tony. The cock ring comes with interchangeable surfaces to enhance pleasure, one is bumpy and the other is studded...and by connecting this, it vibrates." She took his cock in one hand and attached the vibrating attachment. Holding the head in her palm, she flipped it on and a loud buzzing filled the room. Instantly, Tony was sporting an impressive stiffy. "Obviously, this is not to be worn at work." She said as everyone laughed. She directed us to give Tony a round of applause as he removed it and pulled his clothes back on.

"I would love to see how much of that cock I could take," Elizabeth said to me. I smiled and responded, "Me, too!" At this, she laughed. Elizabeth was getting friendlier with me as her hands touched, stroked and gripped me. Several times, he ran her hand lightly over my crotch. At one point, she commented that a particular toy had turned me on. It was all so seemingly natural and innocent and I was just going with the (vaginal) flow, so to speak.

Maureen spent the next half hour showing off items like nipple clamps, a fur glove, handcuffs and other paraphernalia. Finally, she asked that everyone refill their glasses and prepare for a fashion show. For the next fifteen minutes, I had another shooter, several bong hits and several feels of Elizabeth, who was already in the cups. At one point, we both went to the john to pee. As I waited by the closed bathroom door, Elizabeth and I exchanged some deep tongue.

The door opened and "Big" Tony came out. I commented that he must have been draining the anaconda and I stepped in. Elizabeth scooted in right behind me.

"Uh...excuse me, Elizabeth, did you want to go first?" I moved to leave.

"It's okay. I can wait. What I really want to do is hold your dick while you piss, if that's all right with you. It turns me on."

"Sure. Whatever you like. Make sure you aim well." I unzipped and took it out. She stood behind me and to the side, reaching around to hold me. She pointed it toward the bowl and began to let loose a stream. She giggled as she tried to keep me from missing the bowl.

"Your cock feels nice and I can feel your pee flowing through it. I love this."

"It feels kind of strange not holding it myself. No one has ever done this for me." As I emptied my bladder, I told her to give it a few shakes and again she giggled. She took a piece of toilet paper and wiped off the tip.

"My turn." She moved me to the side, pulled down her jeans and panties and sat down, all the while still holding my dick. As she peed, she pulled me closer and took it in her mouth for a few licks. When she finished, she reached for some toilet paper when I pulled her hand away.

"My turn," I said. I ripped off some toilet paper and reached down to wipe her. I dropped the paper into the bowl and ran my finger up her canal and around her clit. A knock on the door broke up our action. We flushed the toilet, pulled up our clothes and washed our hands. As we left the bathroom, another couple entered. They were smirking at us.

Back in the living room, I grabbed another beer as Maureen announced that the fashion show was set to begin. Several joints got lit and started making their way around the room. Maureen approached me and asked if I would be willing to model an item at the end of the presentation. At first I demurred but then, after some teasing from Elizabeth, I agreed.

"Now Ladies and Gentlemen, I want you to how some of our lingerie modeled by your friends. Our first model is our hostess, Liza."

Liza walked out of the bedroom wearing a diaphanous peignoir over matching panties. The panties were a bit tight causing her to exhibit a pronounced camel's toe. Her breasts were quite visible under the sheer top and the attention from the audience hardened her nipples. Liza danced around the room in a circle as Maureen described the item and as she headed back to the bedroom, she received a round of applause.

"Next, Louise, has an outfit designed for quick removal."

Louise walked out wearing a sheer black nightgown. Following Maureen's instructions, she slipped her hand down the middle and the velcro closure opened. Removing the nightgown, she reached between her breasts and slid her hand down to separate the velcro clasp. It popped open revealing two large orbs with big, round areolas. Reaching down to her panties, she slid her hand down the site and the velcro closure opened, revealing her shaved mound.

"See that! Undressed in seconds! Thank you, Louise, you look lovely. Next is Steffie."

Steffie, a tall and statuesque woman, walked out wearing a pink set of crotchless panties and a bra with nipple holes. She walked around the room showing it off. As she stood in front of my face while I took in her pink slit, she was close enough to smell her oozing pussy. Elizabeth reached up and stroked her ass commenting upon how nice the garment felt. As Stef walked around the room, others copped a feel, too.

Maureen gave me a sign and I headed off to the bedroom. She whispered to me that there was a bag marked "MALE" on the bed for me.

There were two other girls in the bedroom preparing to model. I found both their outfits to be a bit too cheesy for me. One, in a red and black set, was also wearing a strap-on that poked through her crotchless undies. They stood by the door awaiting their cues.

I opened the bag to find a simple red and white hand-knit cock-sock. I got undressed and slipped the sock over myself making sure to tuck my balls into the knit sack at the base. It had a snap enclosure that held it in place.

Finally, I heard Maureen announce me. "And for our final model, I have something for the man who has a bit of a chill."

I walked out to great laughter and applause. I walked around the room as if I was a fashion model striking poses. As I moved around, I received enough feels to start to get hard.

"And here's the beauty part of this garment. If the gentleman needs to relieve himself, it's this easy!" She held my dick in one hand and pulled the top back which was held by a small piece of velcro. In fact, I never even noticed it when I was putting it on. As she pulled it back, my head popped out.

"Oh, look, it's winking at me."

"Put a sock on it!"

I was handed a joint and I sat on a chair next to Louise, reveling in our near nudity. I didn't feel self-conscious in the least. In fact, I felt a little tipsy and a lot high.

"That's my presentation. I hope you all liked the items PleasureU offers. I'm taking orders in the bedroom for anyone interested. Now, to get the party started, here's a chocolate cock-lollipop for everyone!"

A line formed leading into the bedroom as people went to buy the items. It was amusing to see everyone sucking on their lollies. There was a lot of laughter as well as an air of excitement. As people returned, they showed off their purchases and more laughter ensued. Music filled the room, a bong was passed and drinks were refreshed. Things started to get very loose very fast. A lot of people seemed very curious about the pop-top of my cock-sock as they opened and closed it. I didn't mind.

Merrill and Elizabeth were the first to get the party going. Merrill had purchased the double-dildo and now she and Elizabeth were trying it out on the carpeted floor. As few people stood around them and watched. I drifted over to take in these two slightly chubby women rock on the floor putting on a great show. I never noticed Bobby get down on his knees and pop open my sock in order to lick the head. I was locked onto the women until I felt his moist tongue. I placed one hand on his head and with my other, I caressed Jo's sweet thonged ass.




My Turn



Around the room, others were getting into it, too. One woman was trying out her double-pronged vibrator. Another was being eaten by a woman who kept smearing her with flavored heating lubricant. Tony was being stroked and licked by Howie and Liza as his nuts were being buzzed by his cock-ring. He had a huge smile on his face. It was a smorgasboard of variety.

After Maureen had made all her sales, and there were quite a few, she joined the party. Wearing a pair of flavored crotchless panties and nipple clamps held together by a gold chain, she sat down on a big chair and spread her legs, exhibiting her large lips and pronounced clit. She asked if anyone wanted to taste her panties. Over the next half hour, nearly everyone took a turn eating and licking her. When it was my turn, nearly all of her panty had dissolved so she asked me to wait a moment while she freshened up and changed. When she returned, she took her seat and spread herself for me.

"These are Pina Colada flavored. Enjoy."

I got on my knees between her legs and proceeded to pay homage to her pussy. I really didn't care for the coconut flavor as it got in the way of her natural juices but I didn't say anything. Instead, I paid attention to her large clit. I felt a tap on the shoulder and heard, "My turn." Naturally, it was Elizabeth who took my place. She moaned and hummed into Maureen's snatch until Maureen let out a yelp and then a long grown. Elizabeth got up and kissed me, I still didn't care for the coconut flavor.

The party went on like this for a couple of hours until everyone was satiated. I must have had my face into I don't know how many pussies. I also sucked on several dicks even taking my shot at Tony's, who was several mouthfuls. I came twice, once in someone's mouth as a woman sitting on my face obscured the view of the sucker and once in Steffie's ass as she tried to fuck Tony. I'll say this for her, she had perseverance as she managed to get half of it onto her.

As I dressed, preparing to leave, Elizabeth asked if I wanted to come back to her place with Merrill for a night cap. I bid my goodbyes and followed them back to her place where, for the rest of the night, we had a threesome. While I've never been much for fleshy chicks, I sure did enjoy those fat little pussies. I also got to enjoy sliding my cock between those huge bazooms...all four of them.

What a party! As a birthday gift to myself, I purchased a vibrating cock-ring and I must admit, I love to jerk off while wearing it. 



My Turn



"I want to have a threesome with you and another guy."

Dylan wasn't sure when she decided to share this with Jason, but she knew that now was the time. A wave of relief washed through her, followed by the crashing of an even larger wave of anxiety. 

She wanted to say a thousand things to dilute the moment, but she didn't dare say more without Jason's first reaction. Dylan had to wait for that since Jason was on the other end of the phone on the other side of the country. She couldn't see his face or his body.

Jason's initial reaction was a silence that felt ten times longer to Dylan than it really was. Dylan's first instinct was to apologize and dismiss her comment as a bad idea. 

But her second instinct was to trust her relationship with Jason. It was strong. It was safe to share feelings, ideas, and desires – safe under all circumstances. 

Dylan's trust in the relationship paid off. After what seemed like minutes, but was no more than 30-seconds, Jason responded with the simple statement, "Tell me more."

The anxiety waned and Dylan took a deep breath. She had mentally rehearsed many times what she was about to say next. She had even said it out loud a few times in the shower just to make sure the words were hers.

"I liked our threesome with Claire," Dylan said. "I liked it even more than I thought I would. I would like to spend time with her again. And it got me to thinking about whether I'd want to be with two guys."

Jason spoke up, "You had never fantasized about it before then? Or even thought about it?" 

"Actually," Dylan replied. "I have not. At least not in the way you think. You see, years ago, just before I turned nineteen, I had a very brief experience with two boys at once and it didn't go well at all."

Jason let out a "whoa" that interrupted Dylan. A period of silence ensued before she spoke again.

"Do you still love me?" 

"More than ever," Jason replied. "This can't be easy to talk about."

"Well, it's not and I'm not going into details," Dylan answered. "There was nothing bad or dangerous about it. It was more awkward and clumsy and stupid, to be honest with you. We were all too young. But I came away from it knowing that I'm not interested in playing the slutty whore."

Jason jumped in, "You want caring, sexual attention from two guys. The same way two girls are expected to please the man in a threesome?" It was more a statement than a question.

"Exactly," said Dylan. "I keep thinking about how much pleasure you had when Claire and I were both taking care of you. I know I enjoyed being part of giving you that. I'm asking you to return the favor."

This time there was no silence. Jason felt he owed Dylan and responded quickly, "I'm in."

All of this transpired over the phone because Dylan and Jason had mismanaged their client calendar and double booked their time this particular week. Jason was on the East Coast helping one client. Dylan was on the West Coast helping another with a 10-day project. Jason took the shorter gig and was heading west the next day to help Dylan finish her job.

Jason continued, "So when and how does this happen?" 

Dylan explained that she met a guy at the hotel bar and had seen him there a few nights in a row. He was in town for a real estate convention. Clean cut guy. No wedding ring. He was friendly, not flirtatious, but clearly happy to spend time chatting with her each evening. 

He didn't hit on her and seemed genuinely interested to hear how Dylan and Jason were both work and life partners.

Still, Dylan had the sense that he might welcome an advance from her. Maybe not for a guy-guy-girl threesome, but she told Jason that was a risk she was willing to take. He seemed like he could respect her wishes for the encounter.

Dylan finished and waited again for a response from Jason. She realized that she had given him a whole lot to process in a short period. But time was short. Dylan wanted the threesome the next night, when Jason arrived and before the real estate convention closed. It wasn't that she was in a hurry to fulfill this relatively new desire; it was that it all seemed so possible right now and an opportunity such as this one might not present itself again for some time.

"Well, you seem to have a pretty good overall plan baby," Jason said. "Now it's down to the details."

"I'll take care of those tonight," she said. "I'm sure I'll see him at the bar."

"What's his name?" Jason asked.

"Mike."

"Well, good luck with the planning and tell Mike I look forward to meeting him."

Jason sounded sincere and Dylan was relieved that he didn't ask if she had already had sex with the guy. She hadn't. She wouldn't. And it made her feel good that Jason didn't feel the need to ask.

-----

Dylan and Jason had dinner together before meeting Mike at the hotel bar. Jason had arrived early enough to work out and shower at the hotel gym. He was dressed pretty casually in jeans and a button down shirt with an open collar. 

Dylan was dressed as though she was coming from work, but she looked crisp and smelled fresh. Jason could tell she had spent time nicing herself up. She was wearing her favorite black dress for presenting to groups. The dress fit snuggly up top but had some nice flow below her waist. The neckline was low but not racy. It was cut wide on the shoulders with shortish sleeves. She was wearing Jason's favorite red bra underneath with the straps showing on her shoulders. It was professional but sexy.

The initial dinner conversation focused on work items as the couple tried but failed to act as though this was just another night. Dylan was radiating so much nervous energy that Jason finally asked her about the plan.

She started by describing Mike. He was six-two, fit but not buff, and had sandy brown hair. She walked Jason through her meeting with Mike the night before. She and Mike had covered all the difficult topics and both of them were comfortable the sex would be safe. Mike agreed to respect her wishes throughout the night. And he kept hinting that he was big.

Jason laughed at that last part. 

"For your sake," he told Dylan. "I hope he is under promising and over delivers."

Dylan's eyes got real big.

"What?" Jason asked.

Then he heard a voice from behind him.

"I will over deliver."

That was Jason's introduction to Mike. Dylan cracked up laughing. Jason flushed red. Mike stuck out his hand, introduced himself and called the bartender over to all three of them a round of drinks.

They had a fun night with both Jason and Mike giving Dylan more and more physical attention as it got later. A hand on her shoulder here. A squeeze of her calf there. The touching and rubbing had its desired effect, causing Dylan to get hornier and her imagination to go into overdrive.

The bartender was great mixologist. Instead of taking drink orders, he would ask each member of the group about their favorite spirits and flavors and then invent something on the spot. Most of the drinks were original creations and many drinks were consumed.

Dylan wanted to make sure the boys weren't too drunk, or in Jason's case, too tired, to please her so she called for the tab a little before 11pm. She signed it off to the room with a generous tip and herded Jason and Mike out of the bar towards the elevator. 

Once inside the elevator, Dylan positioned herself between the two guys. She first wrapped her left arm around Jason's waist, pulled him close, and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. As the kiss broke off, Dylan pivoted to her right, slipped her right arm around Mike's waist, and pulled him next to her. She had a big smile in her eyes.

"It's your turn," Dylan said as she released her hold on Jason.

Mike stepped a little closer and closed his eyes as his lips met Dylan's. Just before they touched, Dylan felt the warmth of Mike's breath. It sent a wave of lust through her body and she could feel the dampness begin to build between her legs. She pulled Mike closer, parted her lips slightly, and received the kiss. 

Mike was feeling the lust too and forcefully pressed his lips against Dylan's. She backed away ever so slightly, just enough to separate for a moment and speak. Her left hand came up to brush Mike's cheek.

"Not so hard, not so fast," Dylan whispered. 

"Romance me with your kisses first." 

"I'm sorry," Mike replied in a startled voice. "I was taking my cues from how you kissed Jason." 

Dylan laughed and said, "He's earned it. But don't worry, you treat me like a queen tonight and you'll get plenty of rewards."

She put her hand around his neck and brought her face closer. Mike gave her a gentle kiss and then another. Dylan pressed up against his body and Mike slid his right hand along her waist line and down to her ass. 

Jason watched all of this with mixed feelings. Jealousy and regret were not among them. He was getting horny but he was also somewhat bemused. As always, Dylan knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She didn't want to be the slutty whore but she did want to be sexually doted on by two guys in ways that turned her on. She just established that with Mike. And it made Jason feel pretty good that she gave him that deep passionate kiss first. It was her way of reassuring him about their relationship as they entered this uncharted territory. 

The elevator doors opened and Jason started to step out. Dylan and Mike were unaware they were at their floor. Jason spoke up. 

"Hey folks. Let's head to the room."

Once there, Jason fumbled for his room key at the door. An elderly female guest passed them in the hallway as they waited. Dylan decided that was the moment to remind the boys of the ground rules. 

"Guys, let's have some fun. We're having a threesome okay? You don't have to wait for me to make all the decisions. All I ask is that you treat me good. Treat me with respect. Make my fantasies come true and I'll do the same for you." 

She glanced back over her shoulder expecting a look of shock on the passerby but instead got a smile and a wink. It was a non-verbal "you go girl" that made Dylan even more excited than if she had elicited her intended response.

The door clicked open. Jason looked up and smiled.

"We can make her fantasies come true, can't we Mike?"

Mike replied, "Oh yeah."

Dylan went in first. Mike paused on his way in and asked Jason in a whisper if he was still okay with this. Jason appreciated the gesture. 

"It's all cool," he whispered back. "Enjoy the evening."

Truth be told, Jason was still reassuring himself it would all be cool. He knew he owed this to Dylan after their evening with Claire. And the thought of Dylan having recreational sex in a threesome with another guy wasn't really bothering him. Jason knew she was deeply in love with him and that fulfilling fantasies, within reason, was part of their commitment to each other. No, Jason's issue at the moment was the idea of hanging around with another guy naked and sporting hard-ons. He was going to have to get used it if Dylan was going to have the night she wanted to have.

The hotel room door closed behind Jason. Dylan had already kicked off her shoes and taken a seat on the edge of the bed. She asked Mike to uncork a bottle of wine she bought for the occasion. He went to work on that and Dylan waved Jason over by the bed. 

"Here's want I want," Dylan stated. "I want both of you in shirts and shorts only. And I get to undress you." 

Mike handed Dylan a glass of wine. She took a sip as Jason emptied his pockets on the night stand, kicked off his shoes and stepped in front of her. She handed Jason her wine. Mike raised his glass towards Jason, who returned the gesture. Both men took a sip as Dylan started unfastening Jason's belt.

It didn't take long before Jason's pants were around his ankles. Dylan bent over and pulled them off, taking care of Jason's socks along the way. The shirt tails of Jason's button down draped over his mesh boxers. They were Dylan's favorite. She ran her right hand up Jason's leg and felt his hard cock through the fabric. 

"I'm glad you're excited," she said. Dylan reclaimed her wine glass from Jason, took a sip, handed it back and then looked at Mike. 

"You're next."

Jason stepped away, sat in the chair in the corner, and took a drink of wine. He flashed back to the threesome he and Dylan had with Claire, remembering what it was like to watch the two girls on the edge of the bed. His cock stiffened even more.

Dylan took a little more time undressing Mike, first running her hands up and down the sides of his legs and around to his ass. Mike was obviously hard, with the large bulge in his pants right at Dylan's eye level. She gazed at it as she untucked his shirt and ran her fingers up his abdomen to his chest.

Mike turned to look at Jason, who raised his glass in Mike's direction. Mike nodded, took a sip of wine and returned his attention to Dylan, who was now bending over to untie his shoes.

"You're not making it easy on me Mikey," she said.

"Anything but Mikey, please." He begged.

"Mikey, it is," Dylan laughed. 

She pulled off his shoes, his socks, and then went to work on Mike's belt. His pants dropped to the floor and revealing even more about his cock. Dylan could tell from the protrusion in Mike's boxers that he was longer than Jason's seven inches.

"Wow," she gasped. "Mikey is for little boys and this isn't little. You get to be Mike again."

"Big Mike?" he asked.

"Don't press your luck buddy," she replied.

Dylan reached between Mike's legs, found his balls through the fabric and gave them a little squeeze. They were nice and firm. From there, her fingertips traced the fabric along Mike's shaft, causing his cock to quiver with excitement. Not as thick as Jason, she noted, but still quite nice.

"Variety," Dylan commented. "I like variety. This will be fun." 

Jason spoke next. "Can I see?" 

The question surprised Dylan.

"Really?"

"Why not? It's going to happen sometime. Might as well be now."

Dylan pulled Mike's shorts down to his knees and turned him a little to his right so Jason could get a full profile of his cock. She spit a little saliva in her hand made a circle with her right index finger and thumb, placed it over the swollen tip of his dick, and slowly slid it down his shaft squeezing just hard enough to make the skin bulge even more. 

Jason watched intently as Dylan's hand got to the base of Mike's member. Jason was a shaver. Dylan got him started on that and he loved it. Mike had a small bush of pubic hair and Jason wondered how Dylan would respond to that. 

"How long is this?" she asked. 

"Right around nine inches," Mike moaned under his breath.

Dylan squeezed the base of Mike's cock a little harder, pressing the ring made by her fingers into that patch of hair, and causing his cock to stretch out a little longer. 

"Now it's right around ten!" Dylan exclaimed as such brought her left hand up to cup Mike's balls. "And that's a nice sac there too. But," she paused "we need to put these away for later." 

The moment had Mike wanting a whole lot more and he instinctively pushed his rod towards Dylan's mouth. She was faster, though, and had worked his boxers back up his legs. The tip of Mike's cock hit just below the waistband and his shorts snapped back around his waist.

"Don't you worry Mike," Dylan assured him. "You'll get plenty of that later. But first, it's all about me. You get this side of the bed." 

Dylan patted the side of the bed on her right. Mike and Jason watched as she stood up, pulled all the covers loose, and plumped the pillows. 

"Mike, you sit up here," Dylan instructed. "And Jason, you're giving me an ankle rub."

Dylan loved her ankle rubs from Jason. He gave her one almost every night. They had become more elaborate affairs over time, involving every muscle and every inch of skin from Dylan's toes to just above her knees. Jason occasionally joked that Dylan had the longest ankles ever.

The unspoken rule about ankle rubs, though, was that they were never sexual. Ankle rubs were a way for Jason to pamper Dylan and to say I love you without words. Tonight, however, the rules appeared to be different and Jason, who was still very aroused, was quite happy to play along.

Mike took his place, propped up against the pillows and the headboard. Dylan, still wearing her black dress, cozied in on his left, slightly angling her legs towards the middle of the bed. Mike's left arm curled around her. Jason sat cross legged in the middle of the bed at an angle that allowed Dylan drape her legs over his.



Jason started the ankle rub with soft, smooth, fingertip strokes along Dylan's left leg. His right hand stroked up from the ankle, across her shin, to a little above the knee. That was followed by his left hand reaching over her leg at the knee, cupping her calf, and then, with a little pressure, sliding down the underside of her leg to her ankle. He repeated these strokes, varying the patterns slightly to touch every inch of her skin.

Dylan craned her neck forward to kiss Mike. Following her earlier instructions, Mike started with light, romantic kisses even though he wanted to go faster. His cock was positively aching at this point, but Dylan wasn't ready to go there quite yet. She unbuttoned his shirt and began to stroke his chest. 

Mike turned his attention to Dylan's body. His right hand found the short sleeve on her black dress and he pulled it over Dylan's shoulder. She adjusted her body for a moment to make it easier to slip her arm out of the sleeve all together, exposing her bra. 

Mike's hand found the hook on the front of the bra in a flash, deftly releasing it from the clasp. He pushed the loose fabric to the side and cupped Dylan's left breast, massaging it, and gently pulling on the nipple.

Dylan moaned softly and stopped massaging Mike's chest. Instead, her hand rested in the middle, propping her up at just the right distance and angle to kiss Mike and still give him ideal access to her breast. He had good hands and Dylan felt a rush of pleasure from his touch. The kisses became progressively deeper and more passionate.

Meanwhile, Jason had moved on to Dylan's right leg and his massage strokes were moving further and further beyond Dylan's knee. She was moaning even louder as his fingers inched closer to her pussy. 

Mike took notice and moved his hand from Dylan's breast across her body and down her leg. He found the bottom edge of her dress and pulled it up. Dylan had gone commando for the evening.

"God," he said when he saw her shaved pussy. "That's beautiful."

Dylan took his hand and placed it on the smooth skin between her legs. The warmth of his hand sent waves of pleasure throughout her body and she felt herself getting wetter. Jason's fingers were now massaging in inside of her thighs and Mike's were exploring the nuances and folds of her clit.

She'd never felt anything like this before. Her body was numbed by pleasure emanating from her very core. It felt like she was floating, weightless on the bed. There was no physical awareness of leaning on Mike's body or Jason's crossed legs under her calves. All there was was warmth and pleasure radiating from that spot between her legs. And a strong yearning for more.

Mike and Jason gave her more. Mike's fingers worked their way into Dylan's pussy causing her to yelp. She tried to wiggle to give him greater access but had limited movement. Jason fixed that by scooting back and placing Dylan's legs on the bed. She spread them wide.

Jason took that as an invitation to move in. He re-positioned himself between Dylan's legs down by her ankles. As Mike continued to pleasure Dylan's pussy with his fingers, Jason put both hands on her left foot and began moving them towards her knee. He put his lips on her skin right behind his hands, kissing her body along the way. Past the knee, he continued all the way up to her crotch, just short of Mike's hand. Jason was enveloped by the sweet smell of Dylan's juices. 




My Turn



After lingering for a moment, Jason withdrew and repeated the same massage/kissing action on Dylan's right leg. By the time he was close to her pussy, Dylan was panting hard and starting to squirm. An overwhelming sexual energy was building inside her that needed a release. 

She pulled Mike's hand away from her pussy and then grabbed Jason's hair, pulling his head forward to her wet, swollen lips. She held him there and shifted her body until Jason was an ideal angle for licking her clit. She moaned with delight as Jason went to work with his tongue. She then turned her attention to Mike.

The first order of business was his fingers. Dylan loved the taste of pussy, even her own. She took Mike's hand and looked directly in his eyes as she put each of the fingers from his right hand in her mouth, then slowly pulled it out while sucking on it and licking it clean of her juices. Every once in a while Jason's tongue would flick across her clit just right and cause a little convulsion. 

When Dylan was done with her tasting, she slipped her hand into Mike's boxers and started feeling his cock. The angle was a bit awkward so she couldn't stroke him all the well, but at this point, Mike was happy for any attention. His cock quivered in response to every touch and the warmth of her hand on his balls caused him to stiffen even more.

It wasn't long before another flash of Jason's tongue caught her just right and her whole body shook.

"Oh my God Jason," she gasped. "Your tongue never felt so good. Lick me hard right there." 

Jason complied and Dylan moaned even more. Mike sensed that she might come soon and readjusted his body so Dylan was now fully on the bed. He helped her out of the other sleeve of her dress and the red bra so he could fully access her tits.Both nipples were erect, and large. Mike went back to palming and fingering Dylan's left breast. He covered the right one with his mouth, rolling his tongue around the nipple and occasionally biting on it.

Dylan was feeling more different sexual sensations than she had ever known. Just as she focused on the pleasure of Mike's hand on one breast, the slight pain of a bite on the other nipple charged through her body. That was followed by the heat of Jason's mouth over her pussy. She started bucking and riding on his tongue. Her juices were flowing freely over his mouth and down his chin.

Her breathing got heavier and her moans signaled both pleasure and pain. The moans were quick. The sound of pain weren't caused by anything being done by Jason or Mike but instead by the intense pre-orgasmic tightness gripping her body.

The first wave hit right when it sounded like she couldn't take anymore. The short moans became one long siren-like moan. Jason licked harder as Dylan's clit went into the hypersensitive mode that comes with coming. She started panting. 

"Oh God, Oh God. It's so big. Oh. Uh."

Dylan was never shy about being noisy when she came and now was no different.Jason got one last lick in that made Dylan scream before she pushed away from his head. Mike backed off to watch as her body convulsed with waves of pleasure.

Jason knew what had to happen next. 

"You got her fuck her right now," Jason said while looking Mike right in the eyes. "It's what she wants. She'll come again -- big and fast."

Dylan, still breathing hard from coming concurred.

"I want you in me, like, 15-seconds ago."

Jason backed off the bed while Mike pulled off his boxers. Mike positioned himself between Dylan's legs as she reached forward to grab his cock. She guided it to her wet, waiting pussy lips and Mike pressed forward as soon as she let go.

It felt different to Dylan than Jason's cock. Her clit always gave some resistance to Jason's large head and thick shaft. The thickness of his cock when entering her always created new pressures and pleasures, almost forcing its way in. Mike's cock wasn't as thick and it slid in more easily. Of course, Dylan's pussy being soaked probably had something to do with it too. 

But Dylan wasn't in need of girth as much as she was anticipating depth. Sure enough, Mike's cock slid like silk deep inside her body. Jason could get this deep, but it usually took propping Dylan on a pillow or sex wedge to create the best angle. Mike was deep without any props or gymnastics and still had a couple of inches to spare.

It couldn't have been more than a minute before Dylan felt a second orgasm coming on. Mike established a moderate rhythm and Dylan's moans once again became louder. The deep penetration of Mike's cock made being fucked feel fresh and new and exciting.

Dylan panted out she was going to come again. Mike responded by grabbing Dylan's ankles, spreading them further apart, and holding them higher in the air. Dylan felt his cock pound even deeper. She reveled in warmth and hardness and power reaching into deepest parts of her being and the almost separate sensation of his balls slapping against her ass. Mike simply stared straight down, mesmerized by watching all of his cock disappear over and over into Dylan's beautiful shaved pussy. 

The foggy mix of pleasure and pain had overtaken Dylan once more. Through her moans she heard Jason telling her that Mike's cock was completely inside of her. That triggered a second, long orgasm through which Mike relentlessly pumped his cock as deep as it would go.

Dylan's body didn't exactly go limp when the orgasm subsided, but it relaxed enough that Mike took it as a cue to slow down. Dylan didn't want that.

"Don't slow down," she gasped. "I want to come again."

Mike adjusted his speed.

"Not so fast," Dylan instructed. "Yes. Mmmmm. Yes. A little deeper."

Dylan looked at Jason.

"Come play with us?" 

It was more of an invitation than a question so Jason moved closer. Dylan kissed him hungrily, tasting her on juices on his lips and tongue. Jason's hands explored Dylan's breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples while Mike steadily fucked her.

After a few minutes, Dylan asked to have Jason's cock in her mouth. Jason kneeled by her head on the left side and quickly had his seven inches sliding between her lips. That seemed to trigger something in Mike and he started to pump Dylan faster and harder. His breathing got shorter.

Jason alternated between watching his cock slide in and out Dylan's mouth and Mike's cock pounding furiously between her legs. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls. He figured Mike was close to coming to and, in the spirit, of giving Dylan what she wanted, decided to ask.

"Are you ready for us to come?"

Dylan moaned an "um-hm." 

Jason pressed on because he knew asking questions would probably make Dylan come too.

"Do you want Mike to come in your pussy?"

'MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"

Dylan was coming a third time. Her muffled, but loud, moans sent Mike over the edge.

"Oh fuck!" Mike yelled as he watched Jason's cock sliding between Dylan's lips. He couldn't believe how wide she her mouth open to handle it all. 

Mike picked up his pace, pounding Dylan even harder as cum burst from his balls, shot up his shaft, and deep into her pussy. This surprised Dylan. Jason reacted differently when he came. Mike was so aggressive. The hard, fast, deep penetrating strokes mixed with his hot cum intensified her orgasm even more.  

Mike was coming. Dylan was coming. And that made Jason start to come. A first, huge wave shot from his cock into the back of Dylan's throat. The sensation made her come harder but she also wasn't prepared to receive Jason's load. She reacted by unintentionally opening her mouth to pull away.

From Mike's angle, it was better than any porn movie he'd ever seen. Dylan was pulling back from Jason but before there was even more than an inch between her face and Jason's cock, a jet of cum shot on to the corner of her mouth. Dylan tried to swallow the first load and when she closed her mouth a third stream hit her neck. Jason grabbed hold of his cock and aimed it at Dylan's face. Her timing was good, getting her mouth open again to receive shot number four. It went right in, followed by about half Jason's cock. 

Mike's pumping slowed as the last of his cum emptied into Dylan's pussy. Dylan's body began to relax as she came down from her third intense orgasm in the space of seven or eight minutes. She sucked on Jason's softening cock, trying to get all of him cum. The room was eerily quiet for a few moments.

Dylan finally broke the silence.

"Whew," she said as she blew out a long breath. "Okay. That was fabulous."

Dylan grinned and then with an affected voice asked, "Would you two excuse me while I powder my nose? A lady has to freshen up every once in a while!"

Mike laughed and moved off the bed, his cock still mostly erect. Jason lay down on the bed, propping himself up on one side with his arm. Dylan used the newly found space to get up and head to the bathroom. Jason's cum ran slowly down her chest.

A couple of awkward minutes passed with Jason on the bed and Mike standing in front of the dresser fiddling with odds and ends on the dresser top. Jason finally spoke up. 

"Two days ago I never imagined I'd be saying thanks to any guy under these circumstances."

"Yeah?" Mike replied. "I gathered as much. I hope the aftermath works out all right."

"I think it will," Jason replied. "You were good to her."

"Good to me might be an inadequate description." It was Dylan, standing by the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel and wearing a smile."Someone should hand me a glass of wine," Dylan said.

The closest wine was Mike's glass from earlier in the evening. It was still mostly full. He handed it to Dylan.

"You drank from this glass?" she asked. Then without waiting for an answer, "I hope it doesn't have cooties."

They all laughed. 

"What's next?" Jason asked.

Mike responded, "Well I hate to be part of a threesome and run but I have to get up at 4am for an early flight. So I should probably..."

Dylan interrupted, "Oh, but we're not done yet."

"We aren't?" Both guys asked it at the same time.

"Look at Mike's cock," Dylan explained. "Still pretty hard. And you haven't even received a proper blow job."

She watched and smiled as Mike's cock rose an inch or two. She took even greater pleasure watching Jason's cock stiffen. 

Dylan disappeared back into the bathroom for a moment and came out with Jason's razor.

"There's a fresh blade on here," she said to Mike. "Go shave."

"Shave?" Mike asked with a bit of uneasiness in his voice.

"Cock and balls. And more. Like my Jason over here."

Mike looked over at Jason and gave him a sideways glance.

"What?" Jason pleaded, thinking that Mike was upset.

Mike replied, "Can't see everything with you leaning at that angle."

"Oh, so you're asking to see my cock now Mike?"

"You know how you said 'two days ago you never thought you'd be saying thanks to any guy under these circumstances'?"

"Yeah."

"Well two days ago I never thought I'd be asking a guy to show me his shaved crotch so I could get a proper blow job."

"Believe me Mike; you will thank me for this."

Jason rolled off the bed and stood up. He had some hair on his body but had shaved all around his crotch. He had done so in a way that created a seamless transition from any where there was hair to smooth skin. All of the skin above and around his cock was smooth. Mike couldn't see a hair anywhere near Jason's balls. Jason's cock was at its full seven inches but looked bigger with nothing but skin around it.

Mike turned and took the razor from Dylan's hand and marched past her into the bathroom. Just before he closed the door he heard one last bit of advice from Jason.

"It's much easier to do in the shower than at the sink!"

The next thing Dylan and Jason heard was the sound of the shower curtain drawing closed. 

"Everything you wanted it to be?" Jason asked.

"Almost," Dylan smiled and retrieved Jason's wine for him. "How about you?"

"I don't know what I wanted it to be. But it's been a lot of fun. Just not sure what you want me to do next." 

"I did promise him early on his cock would get plenty of attention."

"True that," Jason responded. "So am I to just watch?"

"Ummm. Tell you what. I'll take care of Mike, then we can send him off and I'll take care of you."

Dylan stepped closer to Jason, the towel falling off her body. Now skin-to-skin, she reached down with her free hand and cupped his balls.

"Don't you worry, baby," she said. "I'm not interested in making this routine. It's you and me and our occasional fantasies, okay?"

Jason didn't know he needed the reassurance until she offered it, and he was grateful to have it. Dylan stroked his cock and rubbed his balls until Mike was done in the shower. He presented himself as Dylan did earlier, wrapped in a towel with a smile.

"I damn near came just shaving," he said.

"Let's take a look!" Dylan said with great enthusiasm and anticipation. She put her wine on the dresser, walked over to Mike, and peeled off the towel around his waist. 

Without the hair, Mike's cock looked like it was a foot long. Dylan got down on her knees to inspect the shave. Jason was struck by how huge Mike's cock looked against her face. Dylan must has been thinking the same thing because she found herself in front of a full length mirror. She looked into it as she held Mike's cock and rubbed it against her cheek.

"Nice job," she said after a few moments. 

Then she turned her full attention to the opportunity at hand. She used her fingertips to lightly stroke the newly shaved skin all around Mike's crotch. He flinched at the sensation of her touch. Keeping his cock between her and the mirror, she gently flicked her tongue down the opposite side, watching herself every inch of the way. 

That gave Jason an idea. He set his wine aside, stepped around Dylan and Mike and got his cell phone from the night stand. Mike glanced over with a questioning look.

"Movie time," Jason said, and then added, "But nothing that gives you away Mike." 

Mike nodded and Dylan gave Jason a wink in the mirror. She liked the idea. 

Jason decided to start with some still photos. Dylan's fingers brushing Mike's balls, a mirror shot of Dylan watching herself lick the underside of Mike's cock with the tip of her tongue, and her mouth just about the close around the head of his rod. Then Jason kicked into video mode.

Mike had pretty much forgotten that Jason was even there. He was too wrapped up in what he was feeling. His balls were super sensitive to Dylan's touch. And it rocked him to feel the warmth of her breath and lips on the newly shaved skin where his pubic hair had been. But what really set him off were her little licks at the place where his ball sac and cock met. She would tease him there and it would cause great pleasure to radiate through his body.

Dylan was enjoying the taste and texture of Mike's newly shaved skin. And there was still some muskiness even though he had just come out of the shower. Even more, she was enjoying making his body convulse and making him moan by making him feel things he had never felt before. She worked his balls with combinations of slow and quick licks, switching off between using her entire tongue and the tip of it. Occasionally, she'd gently nudge his balls to the side with her cheek to get some licks in on his scrotum.

Once she was satisfied that Mike had felt all the new sensations there were to feel, Dylan wrapped her right thumb and index finger around his shaft about half way down. She engulfed the upper half of his cock with her mouth. Mike reacted to the warmth and wetness by pushing his pelvis forward, but Dylan had a firm enough grip to keep his entire cock from ramming down her throat. He managed to get more in her mouth, but she had control of the situation.

Dylan bobbed her head up and down Mike's cock. She used her hand to pump his rod at the same time. She gazed down Mike's shaft as it slowly worked its way in and out of her mouth. It was actually a little easier than with Jason, because Mike's cock wasn't as thick. 

Mike didn't realize it at first, but Dylan was progressively sliding her hand further down the base of his shaft, taking on another inch ever 15 seconds or so. Within a minute, Dylan was handling eight of Mike's nine inches with ease. She was taking great pleasure from having a cock this deep in her throat and she got excited every time Mike reached his deepest penetration.

Dylan decided to slow things down a bit to take on Mike's last inch. Part of the reason was that she needed to re-position her body for a better angle. The other part was for dramatic effect. She wiggled around until she could open her throat all the way. Once Mike was entirely inside her mouth and her lips were pressed against the skin of his crotch, she put her hands on the back of his ass and moaned.

That moment seemed to linger for a minute, but it was really only a few seconds. Dylan could feel the tension in Mike's body and she knew he was going to come soon. She withdrew her head until half of Mike's cock was in her mouth and then went to work on the underside of his rod.

Mike couldn't believe Dylan took on all nine inches of his cock. Other girls had come close, but she swallowed the whole thing. And he had no idea how sensitive the skin around the base of his cock could be until he shaved. He was about the burst when Dylan gave half of his cock back to him. His instinct was to ram it all the way in again so he could come deep in her throat but he fought that and instead went with Dylan's flow.

That turned out to be a good choice. Dylan was still making him feel things he had never felt before. She was sucking him at a good pace while fondling his balls with her left hand. She licked the underside of his shaft as her head bobbed up. At the same time, her right hand slid down the bottom half of his shaft to the base. That tightened the skin of his rod right when her mouth reached the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around his bulging head, licking the sensitive underside and flicking over the slot on top.

Dylan began moaning as she sucked away. They were moans of pleasure because she was enjoying herself immensely. They were also meant to be sound effects for Mike and they had they their intended effect. 

"Oh fuck, yeah, baby," he yelled as the first shot pulsed out of his cock. 

Mike was coming hard and he put his hands on Dylan's head to steady himself. She intensified her sucking while wrapping her right hand firmly around Mike' shaft. Now he could fuck her face without ramming all nine inches inside. Mike held her head steady as he pumped his cum into her mouth.

Dylan kept moaning as Mike's hot cum hit the back of her throat again and again. She liked the way he tasted and when he was done sliding his cock across her tongue, she went back to sucking him and licking him. She took pride in always getting every drop from Jason and she was holding herself to the same standard here. 

Mike's body relaxed and he took his hands of Dylan's head. She lingered on his cock for a few moments more before pulling it out of her mouth and licking it all over.

"Did I get it all?" she asked.

"Every drop," Mike answered.

Jason hit the stop button on the video and set his phone on the dresser. Mike helped Dylan stand up and gave her a hug. He tried to give her a light kiss but she made it a full tongue probing adventure. She wanted Mike to taste himself in her mouth.

"Now that was a proper blow job," Mike said when the kiss broke off.

"Why thank you, Mike."

Dylan turned towards Jason. He was shaking with anticipation. Watching Dylan suck off Mike gave him thrills he never thought he could have. He was aching to hold her and to make love to her. Dylan fell into Jason arms and gave him a deep kiss. Jason was startled at the lingering, salty taste of Mike's cum on her lips. 




My Turn



The two were still embracing as Dylan spun 180 degrees. This put her back to the bed. She released her hold on Jason and fell back on the covers. She inched back until her hips were at the edge of the mattress. She spread her legs for Jason, who stepped up and slid his rock hard cock into her pussy.

Mike went over to the night stand and retrieved Jason's phone. He clicked it into video mode and began recording the action. Jason stood over Dylan, his cock pumping at a moderate pace. Dylan's breasts bounced in rhythm with Jason's in and out movements. She talked to him as they fucked.

"Oh, Jason," she said among quickening breaths. "I love you so much. Thank you for making my fantasies come true. Make love to me. Make me come. Fill me up."

Jason pushed off the floor to slide Dylan further on the bed. She managed to inch her body further back until they were both on the bed with Jason on top. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her close was his thick rod worked in and out. Dylan returned the embrace until there was no space between their bodies. She continued to talk to Jason, pleading for him to love her like she had never been loved before. Jason began talking back, telling her how much he loved being in her. His own deep moans of pleasure were getting louder and louder.

Dylan came first. It was just as big and powerful as any of the first three orgasms she had that night. Jason slowed his pumping as her body came down from the high. He came next, practically stopping all movement to feel the huge waves of cum flow through his shaft and into Dylan. He collapsed on her when he was done.

Mike stopped the video and put Jason's phone on the dresser. He quietly gathered his clothes and went to the bathroom to dress. When he came out, Dylan and Jason were under the covers, but awake, waiting for him to reappear. 

"Hey Mike," Jason said. "Thank you."

"Hey Jason," Mike said in the same, positive tone of voice. "You were right. I do have to thank you for showing me your crotch."

"Never again, dude, never again," Jason laughed back.

Dylan called Mike over to the bed. She leaned up to give him once last kiss, but Mike opted for a hug only.

"Thank you," he said to her. "Keep loving your man."

"Thank you," Dylan whispered before kissing Mike on the cheek.

Mike headed over to the door, turned out the light, and left the "do not disturb" sign hanging on the door. 

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Jason woke up to the sounds of Dylan crawling on the floor around the bed.

"Hey," he grunted. "What's up?

"Morning sunshine!" she said.

"What are you doing?" he asked. 

"Looking for my red bra."

"Maybe Mike took it as a souvenir," Jason offered as he reached for his phone.

It didn't take long for that notion to sink in. 

"That little fuck!" Dylan exclaimed.

Jason laughed.

"Little fuck is probably not the most accurate choice of words this morning," he said.

Dylan looked up from the floor and found herself staring squarely into Jason's phone. There she saw a photo of Mike's full nine inches about to enter her mouth. She giggled.

"I take your point," she said. "Still, that was your favorite bra."

"Now it is his favorite," Jason said. "I'll be happy to buy you a new one."

"Deal," Dylan said as she climbed on the bed, pushing the covers aside. She took the phone and fumbled with it for a moment. The next thing Jason heard sounded like something from a porn movie.

"I like this picture even more," Dylan said, showing Jason the phone.

It was Mike's video of Jason and Dylan from the night before and it was making Jason very hard. 

Dylan noticed the morning erection right away. She flipped off the video, climbed on to Jason's cock, and they picked up where they left off the night before.



My Turn



It Was My Turn......  

I lay on the bed, naked except for the red satin blindfold that covered my eyes. The room was warm, yet I felt cool, quivering with anticipation, my nipples hardening from the gentle sweep of air from the ceiling fan. The three had slowly and deliberately removed all my clothes after slipping on the blindfold. 

The touch of their hands on my gradually revealed bare skin was thrilling, as they lingered so teasingly as each garment was removed. The last, of course were my satin panties, and each of them took a turn stroking my moist folds through the thin material before they, too, were removed. 

I was already aroused, even though they hadn't yet begun to truly please me. I could hear soft sounds as the others in the room shed clothing. I was warned not to reach out and touch. This was their turn to pleasure me. Then I felt the soft, gentle pressure of fingertips, first on my tummy, then on my thighs, then on my face, and I realized that all three of the others were beginning to tease me, first with gentle flutters, then with more sensual full caresses. 

I tried to distinguish the two men from the lady, but could not. They were all so gentle. The hands stayed on my skin, driving me delirious with anticipation. No one was yet stroking my intimate parts, the ones that were fairly screaming with desire to be touched. 

Then a fingertip lightly brushed a nipple, and I felt my pussy clench with the shock of the electric jolt that seemed to connect the two areas. Then another fingertip flicked my other nipple, and again I clenched. I was now moaning softly, begging for more sensation. The fingers on my breasts lingered awhile, kneading and rolling my nipples, but then the sensations changed texture, and I realized that it wasn't fingers I now felt, but lips! 

I cried out in joy, as I pushed my breasts upwards to be captured and suckled. I was not disappointed. Two pairs of lips pulled on my nipples, stretching them, and then gently massaging at the same time with the addition of tongues and teeth. I felt my arousal begin to build, as my body responded to this incredible stimulation. 

Then I felt a new sensation, a very soft and gentle pressure on my pussy lips. Was it my imagination? NO! There was a tongue giving me a gentle bathing, teasing my now erect clitoris and softly lapping my now freely flowing juices. 

I raised my hips to bring even more pressure on my yearning pussy, and felt the face of my lover pressed against my mound. It was soft and smooth -- it had to be the other lady, my dearest friend in the world! I moaned with desire to feel her familiar exquisite smoothness against my delicate tissues, and luxuriated in the sensations. She knew from experience just how to please me. 

My excitement continued to build from deep within me. I now felt my clit being engulfed by her soft lips, and gently massaged by her warm wet tongue. The lips suckling my breasts had not let up for an instant, and I now was aware of three pairs of hands stroking all over my body as my nipples and clit were being so lovingly stimulated. The stroking, caressing, licking, and nibbling now became more insistent. 

I felt sensations everywhere. It seemed like a dozen were pleasing me rather than only three! Then I felt her tongue enter my hot flowing center, and the stimulation of my nipples became even more intense. A mouth covered mine, and a warm wet tongue sought my own. 

I felt my legs being raised to a man's shoulders, and the feel of a hot hard cock being guided to my pussy, burying itself deeply, and then sliding in and out ever so slowly. My pussy throbbed with the pleasure of it, and I ached to know whose it was, but I truly didn't care! I just wanted it to go on and on! I felt the wave begin to form. 

Just then, the tongue in my mouth was replaced by the other man's cock, and I sucked on it greedily, luxuriating in the soft feel of the head against my tongue. I ignored the warning not to touch, and placed my hands upon his muscular ass, drawing his body closer and swallowing him whole. I knew that familiar taste and feel, it was my husband. I whimpered with pleasure at now knowing who was at my pussy! 

I felt my legs being spread wide and the brush of long hair across my belly, as feminine lips traced a wet trail down to my pussy and to my clit, now licking it rapidly at the same time the long, hard cock of my best friend's husband was still sliding in and out, touching that special place with each penetration. As she leaned over me, I could feel her hard pointed breasts gently brushing my skin. 

That did it! The wave rose like a magnificent fountain. It paused at the top and time seemed to stop. My body was arched, rigid in exquisite anticipation. Then with an explosion of sensation that started deep in my pussy and spread throughout my body, the wave crested and I went over the edge, my orgasm sweeping over me in a rush, carrying me along helplessly, blocking out all other sounds and sensations. My husband's cock in my mouth muffled my cries. 

The wave rolled on what seemed like forever, then it slowly subsided. My heart was pounding, I felt the flush of heat on my face, neck and heaving breasts. I slowly became aware of three pairs of lips gently kissing me all over, on my face, on my breasts, on my soaking wet throbbing pussy. Each soft touch of lips there brought another, quieter, shudder of pleasure. 

I felt the blindfold being slowly removed, and I gazed upon the smiling faces of my three lovers. I sighed with pleasure. I looked up at the adoring face of my husband, and smiling softly, breathed, "Your turn!"



My Turn



Lifting up, getting off the bed, I look at you, my eyes and the grin on my face tell you that I want you to be tied. Kissing you gently, I lift your arms and fasten them with my stockings, just as mine had been, but it's not enough. Walking over to the curtains, I unhook the tieback's and standing at the foot of the bed twirl them round, winking at you, I wrap one then the other around your ankles then around the legs of the bed.

Your helpless, mmmmmmmm, your mine to do with as I wish. Stepping up onto the bed I straddle you, standing above your hips, looking down at you as I cup my tits and lift them slowly to my lips. Looking deep into your eyes I let my tongue circle each one, so hard against my lips, yearling for the moment when I suck each one and let my teeth gently hold them. Sucking one, teasing the other with my thumb and finger, pulling it, stretching it as I moan. Still sucking, still teasing, still biting, I run my hand down my tummy, watching your eyes widen as my fingers slip over my pussy, my middle finger parting my lips so that you can see the wetness glistening and covering my soft pink lips that surround the entrance to my tight, wet pussy. Moving my other hand down, I part my lips with one hand as you watch two fingers form the other slip into my pussy, deep, right up to my knuckles, and you hear me gasp as I start to slide them in and out.

Moving my hips slowly forward and back you watch me rock my pussy onto my fingers. You watch as my wet fingers leave my tight pussy and rub over my hard clit, you know how that makes me feel, yet you cant do anything about it, you have to lay there, your cock, hard, so ready, willing me to sink to my knees and take you deep into my wet hole. I watch as you squirm and pull on your restraints as I move my fingers over my pussy, sinking them in deep then pulling them out to rub my clit.

I bury my fingers into my pussy then slipping them out I lean forward and press them onto your lips. You moan as your mouth opens and I swirl them gently over your tongue, then slide them in and out of your mouth, I watch as your lips close tight around them letting you taste my thick juice, you suck at them hungrily until they are clean. As I pull them from your mouth I grip the top of the bed and slowly move forward and sink down, holding myself just inches from your face, I push those fingers back into my pussy. You can smell my sweet nectar, see it ooze and hear it squelch as I finger myself. I can feel you straining your neck, trying so hard to let even just your tongue touch my pussy, I can hear you beg for just one lick, just one chance to slide your tongue into my pussy, just one chance to suck my hard clit, all so close yet so far from your aching mouth.

Looking down, I grin as I continue, fingers in then out over my clit, panting and moaning as I get close to my orgasm, teasing and pulling my lips, rubbing my clit hard the slow, massaging my pussy inches from your face. Your breathing so hard that I can feel your breath, making my smooth pussy cold as you cool my hot juice that I have rubber over it. Then I stop, I hear you groan as I step over you and turn round, I sink to my knees as I straddle your chest, my hand once more between my legs, my back arched so that my pussy pouts out and my ass checks open. You lift your head and watch as I drive my fingers back into my pussy then rub one, very, very wet finger over my asshole. I giggle as your cock twitches as I lap the tip with my tongue, your belly wet from the precum that I now suck from your cock. 

My lips covering just the tip pulling my head back as you try to thrust your hips up and push it into my mouth. Letting it slip from my lips, I hear you plead with me as you watch my finger press into my ass, just enough to wet my opening, just enough. Then I slip just that finger back into my pussy and when it is dripping with my juice I slide it hard and deep into my asshole. I circle my hips as I fuck my ass, relaxing, taking it as deep as it will go, rubbing my clit with my thumb as I moan, getting close once more. Then another, I slide another finger into my ass, my cheeks shuddering with pure pleasure as I gently sink them in. 

All you can do is watch helplessly as my body begins to tense and my cum starts to flow. My fingers a blur as I fuck, fuck, fuck myself in the ass and rub my clit until I scream out, lifting up and letting my body pulse on my own fingers, my pussy throbbing as my cum, so much cum, oozes out and drips onto my hand and your chest. Panting, moaning, I kneel above you and let my body relax, groaning as I slip my cum soaked hand from between my legs.

You start to thrash and tell me to untie you, begging then demanding that I let you go, but I haven't finished yet and ignoring you I wipe my cum soaked fingers all over your cock. Lifting up, I move down your body, slowly inching down, my hands pressing on your legs as my pussy brushes your cock. Sitting up, my back now straight as I move my hips making your cock slip through my wet lips, then with one hand I hold your cock, rubbing it so hard against my clit, twisting back I look at you, then move gently forward until the head of your cock rests against my ass.

Still with my head turned back to you, I reach and pull my cheeks open and then sink so slowly down, the look on your face one of pure lust as I bit my bottom lip feeling the head of your cock pushing into my tight ass. Gasping, I feel your cock slipping slowly in, a wave of pain flooding through me quickly followed by one of pleasure as my ass grips your cock. Our groans matching, feeling your cock filling me, slowly filling me, inch by inch as I sink down until my ass is full of your cock.

Holding it there, letting my body relax, squeezing my muscles around your cock, my face flushed red as you tell me how good it feels, how hot and tight it is. Leaning right back, my back on your chest, my legs so wide open, your cock so deep, taking all the feelings in, moaning softly as I stretch my arms back along yours and undo the ties you. This was going to be my turn to tease you but I need to feel you fuck me, need to feel you thrust your cock into my tight ass.

Pulling at the ties you free your hands, feeling them grabbing my hips as you thrust up. Your thrust, taking my breath away, gasping as you pull me down onto you then moaning as you push me up. The feeling of the head of your cock as it pushes into me blowing my mind, your thrusts feeling deeper, harder, taking me closer and closer to the edge. Pushing me roughly forward, your hand pressed hard into the small of my back you demand that I untie your feet, and I do, totally yours now, not wanting to be in control, leaning forward, feeling your cock pulling at my ass as I slide my hands down your legs and set you free.

Slamming your legs together you thrust up, pulling me down almost too hard, making me scream, feeling your balls slapping up. Pulling yourself up, resting on your elbows, you almost bounce me up and down on your cock, telling me over and over again that my ass is now yours, grunting 'mine' 'mine' with each thrust, then moaning as you push me up so that I can feel the head of your cock about to slip from me. Time and time again you do that, making me gasp in a lung full of air, then pushing the air from my body as I feel the head of your cock opening my ass as you sink into me.

Steadying myself with one hand pressed into your leg, I slide the other up to my pussy, my legs still open and my pussy so wanton. Brushing my clit with the tip of my nail then sliding one finger deep into my pussy. The moan you let out as you feel my finger sliding over your cock, through that thin wall of flesh sending me over the edge. I can feel the head of your cock, the rim, it throbbing as I feel my orgasm explode. Screaming, moaning, panting, my head going muzzy as I cum and feel you thrust that last deep thrust pumping your cum deep in my ass. 

The room freezing, just that moment pulsing every nerve, the thumping of my heart deafening me, falling forward, my whole body going limp, your cock still inside me as I gasp for breath, my nails digging into your thighs. Slowly, what feels like forever I start to come round, I feel you fall back onto the bed, your hands slipping off my hips and covering your face, looking back over my shoulder at you, seeing the smile on your face, I tell you I want more, squeezing your softening cock still buried in my ass. You slip your hands back over my hips then looking me right in the eyes you say to me 'your ass is mine and it will be until I can cum no more' then moving one hand you slap my cheek and wink.



My Turn



“I’m not going to ask you one more time, Cindy!” You said in exasperation

I glared at you stubbornly. 

“Do you think its easy for me?” you asked, “Do you think its easy to be the one that always has to maintain control. Do you really think it’s always so easy?” You looked at me questioningly and then when I didn’t answer, you turned and removed your watch and set it on the dresser. “Especially when I’m dealing with someone as stubborn as you can be,” you added in a softer voice while your back was turned.

Usually I liked the freedom I had in not needing to be the one in control, of being the submissive one, at least in the bedroom. It was like being carried along on a pleasurable journey without having to take responsibility for anything that happened along the way. But not this time; For once I was putting my foot down. 

“Gotta be easier than always being subjected to the every whim of a control freak,” I muttered under my breath.

“What was that!?” you snapped, turning back around.

“Nothing,” I muttered as I slipped my shirt up over my head and stood dressed only in the short black skirt that I had worn with my blouse when we had gone out earlier; Only the skirt and blouse, no bra or panties because you had demanded I spend the day without them. It turned you on to think about it when we went out somewhere together; to know that I was bare beneath my skirt and only because you had wanted it that way. I did it because it turned me on to please you.

You walked over and rested your large hands on my hips and bent down to touch one pink nipple with your mouth. It sprang to life instantly under the touch of your soft lips.

“Come on, Cindy, you begged between flicks of your wet tongue, “play nice.” You sucked on my nipple a little harder, waiting for me to moan and lean in, in submission like I usually did. You knew that usually I couldn’t help it, that your touch made me melt and I really did have no control over my actions. 

Tonight was going to be different. My body quivered but I remained straight and stiff. You raised your head and stood up, towering over me…glowering.

“So what do you expect me to do about this?” you asked, shrugging in defeat. I can’t give you what you want. I can’t let you get away with disobeying my earlier request. So what do you expect me to do?” 

I shrugged.

“You want me to let you be the boss tonight? Let you see what its like to be in control?” You knew that that wasn’t what I was after; that wasn’t the point of our argument. But you also were at a loss as to what to do to fix the situation without giving in. Maybe…just maybe…letting me have control for tonight would make up for what happened earlier; would make me forget about being angry. I still wasn’t getting my way though, so you wouldn’t really be giving in. At the same time, you were giving me a sort of compensation whereby I didn’t feel so powerless all the time.

“You would do that?” I asked softly, considering your offer.

“Yes, if it would make you happy; I would do that…but only for tonight.” You got a half smile out of me; only a twitch at the corners of my lips but it was a start.

“Okay,” I said. You smiled back and stood with your hands hanging helplessly at your sides.

“Where do we start then?” you asked lifting your hands briefly in question. I let you stand there while I went and lit a couple candles and turned out the lights.

“We’ll start with you being quiet,” I tested the waters as I circled around you, looking you slowly up and down. When there was no reply I said, “From this moment on there is no talking back and you do as I say and only as I say. Is that clear?” I asked assuming my roll a lot quicker than you expected. 

You nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” 

I narrowed my eyes at you, not sure if you were being serious or just patronizing me.

I came around in front of you and reaching up I put my hands on the sides of your face and pulled your face down towards mine. “Kiss me!” I demanded, “but don’t touch me, unless I ask you too.” 

“You kissed me, feeling my lips soft on yours, my breath sweet as you used your tongue to spar with mine, invading my hot mouth with your tongue. I undid the buttons on your shirt as we kissed, running my hands along your chest, scraping it gently with my nails. I then ran my hands up towards your shoulders, enjoying the feel of your smooth hot skin under the palm of my hand and then I slid your shirt off over your shoulders and down your arms trailing after it with my fingers, letting it fall to the ground in a whisper. I drew away from the kiss and looked down as I unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. Once they were undone, I moved closer and slid my hands into the back of your pants and then drew them down over your hips and sinking to my knees in front of you as I slid them down over your legs. Your cock hardened instantly to life as my face came close enough that you could feel my hair, as it lightly brushed past. I smiled quickly to myself knowing you couldn’t see my face and then I looked up from my kneeling position, pretending to ignore your awakening manhood and demanded that you step out of your pants. You did as I asked and I stood up. I walked over to the closet and reached in and pulled out several silk scarves I had tucked away on a shelf while you stood there quietly. You were very good at playing this game so far.

“Now go lay down on the bed,” I ordered with no hint of a smile. You walked over to the bed and stretched out on your back. It was hard not to smile, it was a delicious feeling to have you naked and under my control, if only for a little while. But I was starting to understand what you meant about how it’s not always easy. I wanted nothing more than to go lay down beside you and enjoy being close to you; enjoy letting you take me. But I wasn’t going to give in this time. I walked over and stood by the bed. Slowly I ran my nails lightly up the inside of your leg from calf to upper thigh, careful not to go too high, careful not to touch where I knew you wanted most to be touched. 

“Spread your legs,” I said, my voice coming out a little more hoarse than I had meant for it to. Not taking your eyes off of me, you did as I asked. I bent down and tied one scarf securely around one ankle and then to the frame of the bed at the end corner. Then I went to the other side and did the same thing with the other ankle. I surveyed my work, smilingly smugly with satisfaction at the site of my ‘master’ spread out naked on the bed before me, his hot enticing body bound at the ankles to the bed, his legs spread, open for teasing. The light from the candles flickered through the shadows, licking at your body, bathing your skin in golden light. Your eyes followed my every move.

I trailed my hand lightly up the outside of your leg this time, all the way up the length of your body to your chest. I felt the quiver as I hit your ribs and you reached out abruptly and grabbed my wrist in your hand, stopping me. I frowned down at you in mock disappointment, shaking my head disapprovingly. You let my wrist go. I caressed the arm closest to me, the one you hadn’t used to grab me and reached down and kissed the inside of your bicep as I straightened your arm towards the top corner of the bed and then proceeded to tie it as securely as I tied your ankles. I climbed on the bed and reached across you, pulling your other arm towards the opposite corner of the bed. It would have been more convenient if the bed on that side hadn’t been against the wall and I could just walk around. But I couldn’t so I did it this way. As I reached across the bed, however, my breast brushed lightly across your cheek. You rubbed up against it with the side of your face. The friction from the days stubble sent little currents of electricity coursing towards the center of my body carrying heat to the spot between my legs where I felt myself suddenly go moist. If I let you do that again, I would not be able to finish this. You tried to capture my nipple again in your mouth. I decided this just wouldn’t do. I managed to get your other wrist tied and I sat up and glared at you. I decided that half of the problem is that you could see what I was doing, so I reached over and pulled a black piece of cloth off of the dresser and preceded to place the blindfold securely over your eyes and around the back of your head, lifting it gently to make sure it was secure.

“I wasn’t sure if I would need this,” I said, “But since you don’t want to behave, it looks like we will be needing it. Remember…” I reminded you, “tonight, I’m the one in control.

I leaned over your face, waving my hand in front of your eyes to make sure you couldn’t see anything. Then I bent down and captured your bottom lip between mine and sucked on it gently, climbing on the bed, while I kissed you. I straddled you in a way that only my lips were touching yours, my hair tickling the sides of your face and neck, and my knees touched the outside of your hips. There was no other contact between our bodies, but I knew you could feel the heat above you just as I could feel the heat that came from your body. I moved away from your lips reluctantly and slid the end of my wet tongue up your neck from shoulder blade to ear and then kissed the tender spot under your ear, sucking lightly, seductively on your neck. You smiled behind the blindfold.

“I’ll remember that smile, later,” I whispered threateningly in your ear, my hot breath making you shiver as it tickled your sensitized skin. My mouth then moved hotly down your neck and across your chest, my tongue moving to flick against one of your nipples. I sucked hungrily at it before capturing it between my teeth and tugging at it gently. Your arms tensed against the scarves holding them above your head. I knew the need to bring your arms down; to tangle them in my hair was making you squirm. I moved across your chest and began to flick my tongue across the other nipple, biting that one just a little bit harder than the other. You groaned.

“You like that, do you?” I asked looking up at you.

“You nodded, pulling at your bound wrists and ankles. There was enough slack that it didn’t hurt to be stretched out like that, but not enough that you could move them more than an inch. I smiled back at you, even though you couldn’t see my face. I wondered what you were thinking, not being able to see anything that was going on in the room.

“And I like that I have you tied up and spread out before me in the candlelight; that I can use you for my pleasure, whatever that pleasure might be, and there is nothing you can do about it.” I said.

The smile faded from your face, but mine grew. I felt your flinch as you strained to thrust your hips forward and knew my last comment had made you just a little bit harder.

I bent again and kissed your chest on the left side where I could see the pulse of your heart beating and then I moved slowly…ever so slowly, down your body, moving my knees so that they were both between your thighs, letting my hair drag lightly down your chest and over your stomach, lowering myself just enough that my hard nipples rubbed against your lower abdomen and the silky smoothness of my breast brushed briefly against your hard cock. I kissed the hollow in front of your right hip bone and then dragged my tongue up towards the bone, giggling softly as you jerked and sucked in your breath. I was betting your hard cock was aching to be touched by now.

I knelt up between your legs and sat there staring at you for a few seconds, smiling to myself, letting the anticipation grow; knowing that the feeling of anticipation would be intensified by the blindfold.

I knew you were laying there wondering what was going to happen next, wondering if you should have trusted me after all the times you’ve sexually tortured and teased me in order to bring us both pleasure. The tension in your body from your bound arms and legs seem to concentrate in that part of your body that was very much awake and lay laying hard, aching against your lower stomach.

You held your breath as a light breeze blew into the room through the open window. It was a warm breeze but anticipation combined with the ripple of air across your chest made you shiver and made gooseflesh rise up on your skin. Being tied up and blindfolded had awakened your sensitivity to the sensation of touch. It felt as if the breeze was purposely caressing your chest while I took my time letting the tension build.

Slowly I lowered my head and licked along the underside of your cock. It jumped against my lips. I licked my way up to the head of it and wrapped my hand firmly around its base, drawing it upwards and licking the swollen head of it with my wet tongue. I wrapped my lips totally around it and slid them slowly down until you were completely encased inside my hot mouth. When I reached the base of your cock, I began to move my tongue, sliding it against your hardness, making little circles…caressing you as I drew my mouth back up to the head, my tongue flicking under the ridge there…and then sliding my mouth all the way back down to enclose you inside the delicious warmth of my mouth once again. I repeated this pattern several times. Up and down your hard cock, sliding it in and out of my mouth rhythmically. My tongue continued to massage its length in an enticing pattern of swirls while my lips caressed it, holding you imprisoned in the warm wetness of my mouth. You were breathing heavy now. As I massaged your cock with my mouth the ache between my own thighs began to intensify to a point that had become almost uncomfortable, but I wasn’t ready to give up this exquisite torture just yet. I wondered how you managed to maintain such good control of your passion all those times you made me wait. Knowing you couldn’t see me anyways; I reached down between my legs and slid one finger into the slippery wetness between my lips. I stroked my clit with one finger feeling it swell under my touch, and then slid a finger deep inside, thinking about what it would feel like if I was filled with you instead. I groaned deep in my throat and the sound vibrated against the head of your swollen cock. You moaned as it filled, stretching even bigger as you got ready to cum. You thrust forward wishing for the entire world that your hands were free, so you could grab my head and hold it there as you thrust forward into my mouth. But they weren’t and your thrust was rewarded by the sudden absence of my mouth on you.

I tsked under my breath as you fought to regain some control. “We’ll have none of that,” I reprimanded. “You keep that up and you’ll cum before me and we can’t have that. Not tonight.”

“Why not?” you asked, your voice coming out in a half groan.

“Because, I said so,” I replied matter of factly. “I’m the boss tonight remember.” It was more of a statement than a question. “Your pleasure is mine to control.” 

You groaned again.

“I just wish I could see your face,” you said.

“Shhhh, I replied pressing a finger against your lips. As I did so, I moved up so I had one leg on either side of your hips again, straddling you so that I was close enough that you could feel the heat coming from between my legs. Your cock began to throb again, brushing against the silky soft skin of my inner thigh, begging for attention. My face was close to yours again. 

“Do you have any idea,” I asked seductively, “just how wet you’ve made me?” I reached out and rubbed one slick finger from the hand between my legs, along your bottom lip and then followed the caress with another kiss. 

I reached under your head gently and pulled off the blindfold. It took a second for your eyes to focus, to make contact with mine. I waited a couple seconds because I wanted you to be able to see the desire in my eyes as I reached down between your legs to grasp your cock and slide it deeply into my hot wet pussy. I was extremely wet by this time. Once I had your member completely submerged inside of me I began to rock my hips back and forth, lifting up and sliding back down, grinding against you, feeling you fill me up completely. The intensity of your gaze made me almost as hot as having you inside of me did. As much as I didn’t want to look away it was becoming harder and harder to keep from throwing my head back and taking my release. I leaned back so my hands were behind me on your thighs, my nails digging into the soft skin there, and I moaned loudly. My muscles began to squeeze around you, the inside of my pussy pulsing hot around your manhood. I let out a half moan half scream as I came hard.

I slid off of you quickly, denying you the same. A low growl escaped from your throat.

“You’ll get yours, sweetheart,” I promised and kissed you on the lips.

“I want you to cum in my mouth this time,” I whispered in your ear, before moving back down between your legs again.

I reached out with my tongue and licked at the spot where my juices had ran down across your inner thighs, licking my way up to take one of your balls gently in my mouth, bathing it with my wet tongue and then moving on to the other…Then both. I sucked on them gently, tugging on them with only the slightest pressure. You groaned louder then, straining against the cuffs that held your ankles secure.

I raised my head and took your throbbing cock once again into my mouth. You were breathing erratically now, so I reached my hands down under your buttocks, grabbing one side with each hand. I squeezed, digging my nails in and thrusting your hardness deeper into my mouth, feeling it rub against the back of my throat. I held you imprisoned like that while I sucked at your cock, my tongue caressing its length, my mouth and hands holding you secure. You swelled inside my mouth, ready for release.

I let it come this time. Your cock began to pulse, filling my mouth with spurts of hot liquid. You moaned loudly. I kept you inside of my mouth until you were done. I swallowed, sucking the last of your cum off of the end of your cock.

I reached down and undid your ankles and then your wrists. I stretched out along side of you, pressing my sweat slicked body against yours, resting my head on your shoulder and my arm across your chest as it rose and fell with your deep breathing. You flexed your arms and wrists and brought them down to wrap around me.

“You’re a brat!” you said, kissing the top of my head as you hugged me tight.

I lifted my head and smiled up at you. “I learned from the best,” I said. You laughed.

“Well, maybe I’m such a good teacher,” you said, ‘that it would not be such a bad idea if let you be the boss…some of the time.”



My Turn



This story is dedicated to Elsie Grey, a dear friend and a very talented writer, both for her support and for supplying the very fertile plot-bunny that inspired this story.

If you liked this story, then you'll probably like Use Your Imagination which also stars Elsie and Connor. Do remember to vote and send feedback; we authors are a fragile breed and knowing that we're read keeps us going.

***

The shop was heaving with dozens of shoppers and Elsie struggled to get to the display cases. She'd known the town would be crowded with Christmas shoppers, but this was ridiculous. Why the hell was a store like Ann Summers filled with people brandishing pushchairs and carrier bags? They seemed out of place in a shop that sold vibrators and lingerie.

Elsie smiled to herself as she reflected that she probably didn't seem like the kind of girl who'd get hot from a little restraining. A flush crept across her face as she thought about what she and Connor had got up to last Saturday. The chain to the ceiling, the handcuffs, the stinging sensation of his hand hitting her buttocks and oh god that tongue. She bit down on her lip and surveyed the shoppers milling around her. Every single one of them probably had their own little kinks, their own little peccadilloes that turned them from ordinary, mild-mannered shoppers into moaning nymphomaniacs and satyrs.

"Bring on Super-Slut the movie," Elsie murmured to herself and pushed her way to the display cases.

The shelves were full of weird and wonderful sex-toys and Elsie regarded them with some bewilderment. She didn't even know where to start. 'Use your imagination' had been Connor's exact words when she'd asked what she could do to repay him for Saturday. That was easy enough for him to say – he was the erotica writer, he had imagination to burn. She couldn't create these things on the fly like him.

Elsie had trawled back and forth through every one of his stories, trying to find something she could start from. Every bit of writing was depressingly vanilla; his kinks and desires hidden away from his work. There was so little evidence that she could've believed last Saturday a dream, if it wasn't for the delicious sting of scratches on her back.

Damn him, why'd he have to be so good at keeping secrets! Until her accidental confession, Elsie'd had no idea that Connor enjoyed anything other than simple, strait-laced sex. She'd never dreamed that he would ever react like that; changing from her sweet, sensitive boyfriend into a lithe predator who'd caught her, trapped her and made her scream with pleasure. Their relationship had changed and Elsie knew that she never wanted it to change back. 

She still didn't know how far he'd be willing to go though. So many thoughts and ideas bubbled around her head, only for her to reject each one as being too daring. The last thing Elsie wanted to do was scare him away by being too bold, but at the same time there was no point in doing this at all if she was going to be timid.

Did she want to leave last Saturday as a delicious memory, or did she want to do it again?

Elsie took a deep breath and started examining the display items.

***

Connor leaned back against the shower wall and let the waves of water wash over him. There was still an hour before he had to leave for Elsie's, but he wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Tonight was Elsie and his second anniversary and Elsie had booked a table at one of the best restaurants in the city. Connor had everything prepared hours in advance: suit freshly cleaned, bouquet of lilies sitting on the dresser and Elsie's present sitting on the bed.

A smile spread across Connor's face as he thought of his blonde belle. Handcuffs and spanking had never really interested him before, but ever since Elsie's confession, whole new vistas of his psyche had unveiled themselves, leading him to fantasies and dreams that he'd never even considered before. He'd initially planned the evening as being solely for Elsie, but before they'd even started, Connor'd found that he couldn't control himself. Just the thought of having Elsie helpless in front of him, begging him to do whatever he liked with her, the little whimper she made as his hand contacted with her arse...

Connor looked down to see his cock pulsating in front of him, twitching in the steamy atmosphere of the shower. His eyes closed as his hand grazed across his flat stomach, his imagination turning it into Elsie's hand as it moved down, wrapping around him and squeezing gently, before twisting up and around, palm rubbing against the underside. He could almost see Elsie in front of him, dropping to her knees with that bad-girl grin on her face, her fingers playing with him, running over the vein and up to his end.

With an effort, Connor opened his eyes and let the fantasy dissolve. Who knew what Elsie might have planned for after dinner entertainment? He didn't want to spoil it by wasting himself now. Reluctantly, he flicked the off switch of the shower and stepped out into the cool air of the bathroom, luxuriating in the sudden chill of the air against his steaming skin.

Elsie had corrupted him completely, he decided. She looked like such a nice young girl, with her business suit and briefcase and her respectable exterior. Only Connor knew that inside was a sultry temptress, who lured him with exquisite pleasures and who had entwined herself into his mind, forcing him to dream of her constantly. Even now, Connor was struggling not to think of new games to play. Trapping her hands by twisting that towel around them, cuffing her to that shower rail, using the back of that hairbrush to beat against her buttocks, watching her writhe in front of him as she whimpered with pleasure.

With a start, Connor shook himself from his reverie. "Every six seconds," he muttered to himself, grabbing for the towel and trying not to think of Elsie. She'd taken him over, no doubt and the sensation was exhilarating, a rollercoaster ride to see which direction they'd turn in next. What new worlds would she open for him in the future?

His smile broadened as he wondered where they'd go next.

***

Elsie's fingers shook as they fumbled with the hook and eye catches down her back. Why couldn't she have bought one that did up with a zip?

The last catch slipped into place and Elsie turned to look at her reflection. The basque clung to her body, pushing her breasts up and out into a rather more impressive cleavage than she was used to and the way it defined her curves left nothing to the imagination. Elsie turned sideways to admire herself, running a hand over her curves and then across the top of her breasts. Never had she felt so sexy; the way the semi-corset bound her, shaped her, restricted her was almost like the feelings she'd had when she was handcuffed to the ceiling.

The tightness around her breasts was making every breath shallow and Elsie watched as her cleavage heaved in its confines, threatening to overspill at any time. Her fingers brushed over them again, and Elsie let out a little gasp, thrilling in the sensation of taut, yet soft skin under her hand. She watched herself in the mirror, her hand gliding down the rough lace pattern on the basque, her skin tingling from the binding sensation, extra sensitive to her touch. A flush rose through her body and Elsie allowed her hand to creep lower, to brush over the lacy thong that covered her now quivering pussy. Her fingertips grazed over the thin lace and Elsie let out a gasp as the contact sent a wave of heat flooding through her.

Elsie knew that she'd planned to wait for Connor; she'd sworn she wouldn't even take the edge off, but the way the basque held her was making her feel so sexy. Her fingers stroked across the thong again, moving almost of their own volition, before pulling it to one side to allow access to her throbbing quim, stroking up her pussy lips to brush against her clit. Even the lightest of touches was making her shiver and Elsie's head rolled back as she played with herself; one hand running over the top of her breasts whilst the other worked between her legs, meeting the ever-insistent bucking of her hips as she felt another wave...

A car pulled into the driveway and Elsie started, suddenly aware of the time. Connor was here already. "Shit!"

She quickly checked her makeup in the mirror and made sure that she wasn't too flushed, before slipping into her dress and stilettos.

The doorbell buzzed and Elsie gave herself a last once over in the mirror to make sure that the basque was hidden under the satin of her dress. Her reflection looked normal – just a normal girl in a satin dress. Elsie smiled to herself as she thought of what lay beneath.

***

Connor checked his tie with his fingers and shifted on his feet as he waited for Elsie to answer the door. Wearing a suit usually gave him a feeling of brash confidence; knowing that he looked good giving him that extra boost to tackle anything, but now he was as nervous as he was on their first date. He just wanted this date to go well.

A sudden, irrational fear that he'd forgotten Elsie's present swept over him and Connor shifted the lilies from one hand to another so he could check. His fingers touched the reassuring bulge in his jacket pocket and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't just want it to go well, he needed it to be perfect.

As soon as Elsie opened the door, he knew that perfection wouldn't be a problem. Connor's gaze travelled up from the encircling ankle straps of her stilettos to the teasing expanse of thigh revealed by the slit of her dress, over the shimmering expanse of her satin that clung to her hips, before taking in the swell of her cleavage. A demure smile curved her lips and a tinge of a blush coloured her cheeks. Connor was seized by an urge to slip the straps from her shoulders and take those beautiful breasts in his hands, to take his lips to that perfect skin. However his motor skills didn't appear to be functioning right now, so all he could do was stand and stare like a landed fish.

Elsie smiled sweetly. "Hi Connor. Aren't you gonna come in?"

With an effort, Connor regained control of his body and finally managed to close his mouth. "You... you look incredible."

"Thank you," Elsie said, her face going even redder, this time from a real blush. Connor was dressed in a beautifully cut black suit and Elsie couldn't help imagining how the flow of his shoulder muscles would look when she pulled that shirt open. She reached for his hand and pulled him inside, his arms wrapping around her automatically for the kiss. The brush of his lips to hers did nothing to dissipate her arousal and Elsie crushed herself close to him, feeling the heat of his body even through his clothes. Her tongue licked over his lips, flirting with the tip of his as the kiss deepened into a passionate clinch.

They broke and this time it was Connor's turn to look flushed. Elsie stepped back, making sure he got a good look at the cleavage that her dress was presenting so nicely and waited to see what he'd do. Part of her hoped that he'd grab her again and force her to do his will. The thought of the show she'd prepared was almost intoxicating though and Elsie didn't want to waste the opportunity.

Connor bent down and picked up the bouquet of lilies that he'd dropped during their kiss, presenting them to her with a grin on his face. "Well, that was one hell of a way to start the night."

"You wait and see how it ends." Elsie flashed him a wicked grin and offered him a glass of wine.

Connor laid the lilies down on the settee and took a grateful sip of wine; Elsie had managed to reduce him to the level of bumbling idiot with just a kiss and worse, she knew it, teasing him with little flashes of cleavage just to watch his reaction. He took another drink, trying to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth before speaking. "So, when'd you book the table for?"

The grin broadened. "I didn't bother with the restaurant actually. I ordered pizza."

Connor choked on his wine.

Elsie continued, "Well, since it's our second anniversary, I thought we'd do something a bit more imaginative than just a restaurant." She sashayed over to her still spluttering boyfriend and stroked her fingers across his cheek. "That was what you said, wasn't it? 'Use your imagination?'"

Air finally found its way back into Connor's lungs and he was finally able to gasp, "Pizza?"

"Yes, pizza. It's gonna be delivered in an hour and a half." Elsie took the wine glass from his hand and place it down on a table. Then she pressed close to him again, allowing her body to melt against his. "After we've finished."

"Finished?"

Elsie placed a finger to his lips. "Shhh." Connor's eyes closed as her finger traced across his lips and over his cheek. "Don't speak. It's my turn now." She pressed her lips to his, kissing him forcefully, her hands on either side of his face, pulling him closer to her. The satin of her dress rustled as his hand pushed aside the slit to find her thigh, sliding over the nylon of her holdups.

Even through his suit, Elsie could feel Connor's dick throbbing and she ground herself against it, watching his face to see the little gasp of pleasure. His hand moved to the inside of her thigh, sliding up onto bare skin and Elsie groaned, allowing just a second of contact, before shooing his hand away. It was oh so tempting to let his hand slide up and work its magic, but Elsie had other plans.

"Bad boy." She pulled his jacket over his shoulders and down to his wrists, pinning his arms to his sides. Then she kissed him again. "It's my turn tonight, remember?"

She placed both hands on his chest and shoved him. Taken by surprise, Connor fell backwards onto the armchair and Elsie followed him down, sitting sideways onto his lap. The chair was deep and Elsie leaned back so that both of their weights pinned the jacket to the chair, restraining Connor's hands to his hips.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "Just what I wanted for Christmas – you helpless beneath me." She moved her hips slightly, her teeth nibbling at Connor's earlobe. "You can't move those hands while I'm sitting there, can you?"

Connor's arms strained against the seams of his jacket as his hands reached for Elsie. She smirked and licked his neck. "I didn't think so." She wriggled a bit more, sliding her arse across the bulge in Connor's trousers and was rewarded with a little groan.

"Elsie..."

She placed her hand to his lips again. "Shhh. No talking." Her hands pulled open the button of his shirt and she ran a finger over his chest, loving the way his muscles tensed at her touch. The sensation of control was overpowering and Elsie could feel herself getting hot just from her own words. She ground into Connor again, rocking her hips in a rhythmic motion, knowing that every movement was driving him insane.

Connor tried to sit forward, desperate to release his hands. He needed to touch her, to rip that dress from her, to hold her. All of his instincts cried out for him to touch her, but his hands strained uselessly at his sides.

Elsie placed both hands on his chest, pressing him back down. "Uh-uh, no moving. It's against the rules." She pressed tighter against him, rubbing so close and another groan broke from Connor's mouth. Her lips were at his neck, kissing and sucking and nibbling, her teeth latching on his skin. Connor's head rolled back and his hips bucked, pressing against her.

Feeling Connor strain beneath her was almost overpowering and Elsie bit her lip as a wash of pleasure rushed over her. She squeezed her legs together, pressing them tight as another suffusion of ecstasy shot through her body. Elsie took as deep a breath as the basque would allow; she had to move on to the next part of her plan, or she was going to cum right there. With a last grind, she slid reluctantly from Connor's lap.

The expression on his face was almost worth the loss of contact with him. "Elsie...!"

"No talking!" Elsie admonished as she stood in front of him. "Now, take your jacket and shirt off!"

The peremptory note of command in her voice sent a thrill through her body and she shivered as Connor ripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing his sleek torso. Muscles moved liquidly under his skin as he rolled his shoulders and Elsie had to restrain herself from going over and taking him. It would be so easy and so good, so tempting to feel him inside her. Heat flooded her body and she could feel every inch of the lace that brushed against her quim as she walked to the box of provisions that she'd secreted behind the settee.

She walked behind Connor, unable to stop her hand from running over his shoulders. Fingertips trailed down his arm, playing across his muscles, then clipped the first bracelet of a pair of handcuffs around his wrist.

Connor turned his head to look at her, but Elsie laid a finger against his lips. "Shhh. Sit down on the floor." She used the handcuff to pull him insistently down to the ground, where she secured his arms behind him to the leg of the armchair.

The steel of the bracelets chilled against Connor's skin; he was boiling up, radiating more heat and energy and lust than he'd ever thought possible. He was so hard it was almost painful and his cock strained against the prison of his trousers, just as he strained against the restraints. It was a futile effort though; he was Elsie's to control, at least until she released him. 

She moved to stand in front of him, one leg thrust proudly through the slit in her dress, and Connor felt his dick pulse at the tantalising view of her inner thigh. How he wanted to run his hand along that flesh, fingers seeking her quim, seeking the spot that would make her cry out in ecstasy. His arms remained pinned though, no matter how much he strained.

Elsie bent so that her fingers touched her ankle, then slowly straightened, her fingers sliding over the nylon of her holdups as her leg pushed further forward and further through the slit. Her hands reached her thigh and they dragged the top of the slit up with them, pulling the material away to reveal a little more skin with every second. Connor's gaze followed her hands as the satin slid over her thigh, his entire body willing her to move just that bit more. The dress moved another millimetre and Connor saw the very top of her leg, before she let it fall, obscuring his view.

She smiled and leaned over in front of him, giving him a superb view of her cleavage. "All good things come to those who wait."

Connor didn't want to wait; all he wanted was to reach out his hand and touch that skin, feel the succulent softness of her breast. His hand yanked violently at the cuff, trying to snap a link, the chair leg, his wrist, anything to get free. Elsie leaned a little closer, her hand running over the outside of her dress, cupping and squeezing her cleavage, watching his reaction. Skin touched to skin as she allowed her finger to trail across the top of her mounds and Elsie bit her lip as the sensations washed over her. Her breasts heaved in their confinement and she leaned closer still, till they were nearly touching his face, her hands doing what she knew he lusted after. A groan escaped Connor's lips as he struggled, trying to move just an inch closer.

Arousal boiled through Elsie's blood and she couldn't resist it any more. She straightened, her hand going to her back to draw the zip down, then to her shoulders to slide the straps away. The dress slid away, satin rustling as it flowed from her body.

The basque clung to and defined her every curve, stopping just short of her minimalist lace thong, leaving a tantalising strip of skin. Holdups stretched down her long legs, which were tipped by the black stilettos. Elsie shivered, feeling Connor's eyes on her skin, sensing his lust. Her pussy throbbed against the thin lace of her thong and she swayed slightly on her feet. She started sliding her hands over her body, writhing in front of him, fingers squeezing, groping, caressing, stroking, all the time watching Connor, thrilling in the lust that she knew was building.




My Turn



Connor strained against his restraints, pulling to the very edge of his leash. His legs flexed as his dick pressed against the inside of his boxers and he shifted, trying to get some kind of contact. He needed someone, something, anything to touch him, to allow him release from the fire that burned through his body, centring in his cock and radiating outwards to every extremity. Elsie swayed closer, moving so near that he could smell her scent, almost taste her, his eyes fixing on the triangle of lace and the flesh behind it.

Slowly, one hand ran down her body, skimming along the stretch of exposed skin before sliding across the lace of her thong. It lingered in front of Connor's face, fingers running across the patch, sliding up and down, pressing on her pussy through the thong. The gentle roughness of lace against her so sensitive lips sent a new wave of heat over Elsie and she moaned, her writhing taking on a different pattern now, hips gyrating to the motion of her hand, bucking against the insistent rhythms of her fingers. Connor could smell her arousal build and he tugged against the bracelets, every fibre of her body yearning to taste her

Her fingers pulled away her thong and now he could see her, pussy lips quivering inches away from him. A moan escaped her lips and she moved slowly closer, swaying and throbbing and pulsing in front of him, swaying nearer until she was in reach.

Connor's tongue reached out, languidly caressing her and Elsie cried out, a wordless gasp of ecstasy. She pressed to him and his whole world was her, her scent, her taste, her ecstatic cries, the sensation of her hot flesh on his tongue as she screamed his name. He took her, his tongue pushing onto her clit, sliding between her lips, playing over her pussy as her orgasm rushed through, shaking them both.

Elsie shuddered as the last throes of ecstasy flooded her body. Then she pulled away to see Connor's face. He was drenched in her, his eyes closed as he tried to recover, the bulge in his trousers ample demonstration of his desire. His bare chest heaved and Elsie ran her hand across it, feeling how the muscles jumped at her touch, the simple contact making her entire body tremble.

Her hand trailed down to his stomach as she sunk to her knees, fingers entwining in the soft down beneath his navel, thrilling to the sound of his rushed breathes. She bent over and licked across his stomach, her lips sucking at the sensitive flesh before her teeth fastened on it, biting till he cried out. Connor's breathing was coming in gasps and groans as her fingers toyed with the catch of his trousers flicking it open so her hand could slide into his boxers.

The sensation of his throbbing cock in her hand was almost overwhelming; all Elsie could think was how much she wanted that inside her. She wanted him to part her, to fill her; she wanted to feel him pulse inside her. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing gently as she slid up.

"El-sie..." The two syllables jerked her out of her reverie and Elsie remembered her plan. She didn't want half-measures; she wanted everything and she was going to get it. The box behind the settee called to her and Elsie levered herself to her feet.

"Elsie? What...?" Connor cried, anguished at the loss of her touch. He was so taut now, sent right to the edge by this exquisite torture and the sight of Elsie's retreating back was agony.

Elsie pulled the item she was looking for out of the box and turned to face him, brandishing it in one hand. "No talking, remember?" To punctuate the point, Elsie cracked the riding crop against her palm. The sharp sting sent shockwaves through her body and for a brief second, she considered turning Connor loose now and handing him the whip. Then she thought of what he'd do to her if she continued and then set him free. The ideas made her knees weak and Elsie bit her lip, trying to restrain a moan.

She strode towards him, her eyes fixed on the sizeable bulge in his trousers. She flexed the crop between her hands, watching it throb under her gaze. A smile spread across her face. "I think that'll be three strokes."

As she spoke, she flicked the crop out, slapping across Connor's chest with an audible smack. Connor's back arched and he cried out. The smile broadened and Elsie flicked the crop again, cracking the tip onto his stomach this time.

Connor groaned again, the stings scorching on his skin and sending tendrils of heat sneaking into the rest of his body. He opened his eyes to see Elsie raise the whip again. Another barb flexed across his chest and Connor felt his cock engorge still further, painful in its hardness.

"Now, let's see if you can behave." Elsie tugged at his trousers and boxers, working them over his straining dick. Her breath wafted over his cock and Connor bit back a groan, unable to stop himself from flexing, every muscle tensing at the sensation. Lips kissed the very top of his head, sending wave after wave of energy flooding through his body. Elsie's tongue touched him, tentatively trailing around the tip and he could feel the veins throbbing against his skin, his blood boiling as she teased him. Every touch brought a new pulse, his body convulsing with sensation as she balanced him on the edge, fingers and tongue and lips combining to drag him to the brink of ecstasy, then drawing away to let him recede, before returning and taking him closer than before.

Suddenly her lips wrapped around his head and Connor cried out as she slid down over him, tongue lolling languidly around his shaft as her lips sought his base. His cock was engulfed by warm, wet sensation and Connor could feel the surge rising inexorably within him, like a tidal wave carrying him, lifting to his body to a place where there was nothing but this feeling, all heat and pressure and exquisite sensation. The surge rose, filling him until he could no longer contain it, her suckling lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, drawing him completely. Then it exploded from him, emptying his being in three burst of fire.

When he opened his eyes again, she had a small silver key in her hands and was holding it triumphantly in front of him. "You want this?"

Without waiting for an answer, she slipped it into his hand. Connor watched her turn and walk away from him, clad only in the basque, holdups and stilettos, her pert arse sashaying to the other side of the room. She perched herself on the edge of the chair, a maddening half-smile curving her lips and the riding crop held loosely in her hands. He scrabbled to twist his hand in the position to unlock a bracelet.

The sting around his wrist receded and Connor rubbed at his freed arms as he stood up, noticing for the first time the bruising that his pulling at the bracelets had inflicted. He raised his gaze to look at Elsie, his eyes roving over her body, the way the basque shaped and curved her body, the careless way she held her semi-nakedness, the way her legs were so elegantly crossed and the way she flexed the riding crop between her hands. Connor smiled.

"Give me that."

Elsie looked down at the whip. "This?" she asked innocently. "You want this?" She feigned innocence. "Have I been bad?"

"Give me that."

She tossed it across the room and Connor snatched it out of the air with a casual sweep of his arm as he advanced on her. "Come here," he growled.

"Make me."

Connor took the final stride to put her within reach. Then he whipped his hand out, sending the crop cracking across Elsie's thigh with a loud smack. Elsie gasped, taken aback by the sudden movement, her hands flying to the red mark that had blossomed on her leg. Connor raised the whip again. "Come here."

Tingles shot through Elsie's body and her breathing degenerated into rhythmless gasping. The binding restraints of the semi-corset seemed all the more acute and she could feel her body sinking into a slow deep burning of excitement. Connor had the strength and the whip and the right. She'd been bad. Her smile broadened as she slid from the arm of the chair to step close to him.

"Turn around," Connor ordered. Elsie shivered at the barked command and she turned meekly, trembling at the thought of her punishment. She felt brazen, a bad, bold girl in stilettos and holdups. The cool air of the room played on her naked pussy and she could feel every inch of her engorged lips as she moved her legs. 

"Put your hands on your head." Elsie complied and Connor leaned forwards, his lips moving to her ear so he could murmur. "So, do you think you need to be punished?" His hand reached out and started playing with her breast. Her nipples throbbed against the basque, longing his touch.

Elsie licked her suddenly dry lips and tried to force out words. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" His hand slid down her side, roughly caressing her through the basque.

The sensitivity of her skin had been heightened by the pressing of the semi-corset and Elsie shivered as his hand moved. "Yes, I need to be punished," she whispered.

Suddenly, his hand whipped out, wrapping around her waist to pull her back, holding her tight to him. Elsie gasped, taken aback by the masterful movement, by his leonine grace. His rigid cock pressed against her arse and she groaned, the position making her acutely aware of her need. He moved his lips to her ear again. "Really? And just how much punishment do you think you need?"

Elsie didn't answer, couldn't answer. Just withholding sex would be punishment enough. Connor pushed her away. "Bend over the chair!" he barked.

As she leaned forward, Connor's hand flashed out, his palm smacking against her buttocks and Elsie fell forward, overbalancing. Her hands found the arms of the chair, but before she could recover there was another delicious sting across her buttocks, this time from the riding crop. Elsie gasped, a wordless "Ohhh" leaving her mouth.

He struck her again, the riding crop flashing across her arse and Elsie cried out again, the sensations overwhelming. Her breathing was forced into shallow gasps by the binding of the basque and the stings on her buttocks were making her body melt. The crop cracked and her knees wavered, her body turned liquid by the overwhelming sensations. Her pussy throbbed and Elsie shifted, her legs spreading almost automatically. Connor's dick was so close to her, she knew and she wanted it, she wanted him inside her.

"Please. Please, I need you."

Connor stepped tight to her, moving so his cock pressed against her entrance. "What did you say?"

Elsie groaned as his hand slipped around her waist and slid down to the very edge of her quim, drawing little circles just shy of her clit. "Pl...Please. Oh god!"

"What did you want?"

He leaned forward, the head of his dick pressing against her. Elsie could feel her lips slowly stretching around his tip, her body yearning for him, needing more than this agonising tease. "Please..." she gasped. "Please take me."

Connor shifted his hips and Elsie cried out as he slid into her, her pussy stretching to perfectly encase his swollen cock. They started to rock together, hips moving together as he thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, but with ever increasing urgency. Every movement built a delicious friction that centred in her pussy and spread throughout her body, setting every nerve ending afire.

The basque held Elsie's chest tight and her breathing was a series of short sharp gasps, her breasts heaving and bobbing as they moved. Connor's fingers slid over her spread lips and started playing with her clit, turning her gasps into moans, each one louder and more high-pitched than the last, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh!"

Each movement sent another rush of pleasure through her, taking her close to the brink before dragging her back, each time building higher and higher and higher. She couldn't catch her breath anymore and Elsie teetered on the edge of the precipice, milliseconds from falling.

Heat built up in Connor's thighs and his thrusts became more and more insistent. Her pussy tightened around him, convulsing about his cock and he groaned, every instinct, every thought, every memory lost in this one second of pure bliss. Every muscle locked up and he thrust into her a last time, his cock shuddering as he came.

It was as though he'd given her a push; Elsie fell, every nerve pulsating as she collapsed into her orgasm. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her and she screamed as her body melted into his, both of their individualities dissipating as they merged completely.

They collapsed onto the floor, neither of them having the strength to keep their feet. Elsie was still gasping, unable to catch her breath and her fingers trembled as they scrabbled at the front catches of the basque. After a second, one slipped loose and Elsie wriggled out of the semi-corset, her breasts bouncing free. Connor watched, enthralled, noticing the little red marks where the basque had bound her, unable to stop his fingers from stroking at them.

Elsie smiled and snuggled close to him. "You like?"

"Hell yeah, I liked. The only thing was..."

She twisted her head to look at him, ice worry chilling through her veins. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

"God, no! I was just wondering about that pizza you mentioned. All of this, we are gonna have to do again."

The smile returned to her face and Elsie glanced at the clock. "The pizza boy should be coming in a few minutes. Timed to perfection."

With that, the doorbell rang and Elsie's smile broadened in triumph. "See?" She slowly raised herself to her stilettoed feet and sashayed to the settee, retrieving a silky dressing gown from her box of tricks.

Connor stretched out, his whole body still tingling. "You think of everything."

"Except money. Is your wallet around?"

Connor waved an arm lazily in the direction of his clothes. "It's in my jacket somewhere."

Elsie picked it up and started searching through the pockets. There was a lump in one of the inside pockets and she pulled out a small jewellery box, about the right size for a pair of earrings. She'd dropped hints, but she hadn't thought Connor'd noticed. She looked at him; he was lazing back against the chair, his eyes half-closed. "Is this a present?" she asked.

Connor opened one eye to see what she held. When he saw the box, he sat up sharply. "Uhh, yeah. I bought it for you. For our anniversary. You can open it later, shouldn't you be getting the door?"

"Oh, he'll wait one second while I open this." Elsie's fingers were still trembling and it took her a second to snap it open. It took more than a second to recognise what was within. When she managed to drag her eyes away, Connor was standing beside her.

Elsie waved the box at him, unable to get her brain around what was happening. "Connor, this is an engagement ring."

"Yes, I know." Connor dropped to one knee. "I'd hoped to do this over dinner, and preferably with a few more clothes on, but it really doesn't matter where we are, or what's going on. I love you more than I have words to say. You make every day something special to look forward to and you make every night something that I'll remember forever. I can't imagine doing anything without you and I really don't want to. Elsie, will you marry me?"

Elsie stared at the ring, her thoughts in complete turmoil. Her world had turned upside down in just a few short seconds and all of her certainties had dissolved in an instant. She stared into Connor's eyes. "I... 



My Turn



Every year, twice a year my husband and two of his friends have a tradition of going to the hunting cabin for the weekend. Now I don't particularly mind it, especially since when he comes back from the cabin we've been apart long enough to be horny. I know that at least twice a year we'll have sex all night long. Of course I'm no fool, I know that some of his moves that he seems to have discovered over the weekend come from the porno tapes the guys watch after a day of hunting or fishing. Although I don't understand why, it seems to be a guy thing to watch the movies us women would never let them have around the house (though occasionally I enjoy watching on the infrequent childless nights). 

As he packed for this year's trip he seemed more excited than usual. Every night for a week we were up late making love. One day after work he picked me up, told me he had a babysitter for the kids and took me out for a night on the town. We lived out his fantasy of me dressing sluttish in public. We stopped at the lingerie store to buy a clingy low cut blouse, a much too short skirt, his favorite color of red lace bra- which he insisted had to be only a half-cup style even though my 44 dd's clearly did not fit. (Although I was back to my pre-child figure, somehow the boobs stayed extra large much to Mike's pleasure). Dinner was wonderful, throughout the evening he found all sort of excuses to feel my breasts and even finger my pussy at the table while the waitress was taking our order. Even better was the number of men who deliberately stared at my open blouse, easily catching a glimpse of my nipples every time I moved. Mike loved it. However he didn't notice that some of them gave me their numbers. I felt guilty for keeping them, especially the tall cowboy at the bar who I kept brushing against when I went to get some drinks, but I knew I wasn't really a slut, I was just playing one tonight. Maybe later I would throw the numbers away.   The night ended with us at a cheap motel, it seemed like every room was filled with sounds of sex. We caught a glimpse of a gorgeous stewardess going into the room next to us and could hardly control ourselves as we heard multiple male voices then the definite sound of her pleasuring the entire flight crew. As I drove the babysitter back home later that night I was still so horny that I wanted to tell her exactly how the night was when she asked, but I contained myself until I dropped her off then I fingered myself until I came while parked on the side of the road.

As the day for his trip approached we continued to have great sex. Always good at telling me stories, and getting me to tell my own, Mike relived the night out with all sort of variations, including imaging going to the adjoining room to join the flight attendant. We used all my toys, sometimes I would even imagine another man fucking me while the vibrator buzzed inside me and I sucked my husband's cock. I knew I would miss him over the weekend and sometimes thought about the phone numbers I kept tucked away in my drawer. But I knew I would never call any of those men, it is the thought that counts.

Unexpectedly my parents came to town the night before Mike's trip. They wanted to spend some grandparent time with the kids and seemed to expect me to be gone for the weekend too. That's when Mike told me that he had arranged for me to go with him to the cabin. He explained that we'd have a private room and that I could rest, read books, or whatever while the guys went hunting. He hinted that undoubtedly the presence of two guys that he knew I found attractive would add to our sex lives. He almost seemed to know that sometimes I thought about Frank and Joe, especially after the weekend when we went with their families to the beach. All weekend I watched them, and their beautiful wives walk around in swimsuits. I especially enjoyed watching Frank because he always seemed to have a hard on that he could barely keep out of sight. But what secretly most turned me on was Frank's wife Nancy. I am certainly not a lesbian but there is something about her body that I can't keep out of my mind. Her small breasts, firm ass, soft lips and long hair made me think dirty thoughts. 

A weekend in the mountains sounded fun, some rest, maybe some flirting, and who knows maybe Mike and I could get away for a little outdoor sex. I packed quickly but noticed that Mike added the red bra and matching thong to the suitcase. Obviously his mind was not totally on fishing.

It was Mike's turn to drive up the cabin. We picked up Joe first. When Joe kissed his wife goodbye I almost thought she gave me a little wink. Personally I would have told Mike to stay home if I knew another woman was going to the cabin but she seemed to expect it. As Joe settled in the backseat of the crew cab I remembered the night we had kissed after drinking too much. It didn't go too far, he felt me up like nearly every man I kissed, but we knew it couldn't go any farther than that. 

Next we picked up Frank. I got out of the car to talk to Nancy while Frank loaded his suitcase in the back. Before I got back to the truck Nancy gave me a hug, a little closer than she had ever had before. I could feel her firm breasts pressed against mine and briefly considered kissing before I remembered my husband in the car.

Just before I got into the front seat, Frank Jr, came running out of the house with his duffle bag. Obviously the years on the swim team had done him well, his shoulders were broad and strong under the tight t-shirt he was wearing. He stuffed the bag into the trunk then asked Mike where he should sit. Before he could say anything Frank said that he had to sit in the front claiming that Jr got carsick in the back. I halfheartedly complained that I also got carsick if I can't see out the windshield. Frank and Joe quickly agreed to "let" me sit between them. As I squeezed between the two men I was aware that my pussy was getting warm. 

The car ride was fairly uneventful. There were a few jokes about stopping for a sandwich. Frank said that we already had one in the backseat. The idea of being a sandwich between Frank and Joe made me a little wet. I hoped I could calm down before the next stop or I might be embarrassed I thought to myself. Mike constantly checked the mirror to be sure everyone's hands were kept to themselves. Most of the time they were, although both Frank and Joe found an occasional excuse to cop a feel. One time I fell asleep and when I woke up I felt Joe's hand high up on my thigh. I let him keep it there for awhile, even turned a little bit towards him so that the top of my shirt gave him a clear view down my cleavage.

We got to the cabin late in the evening. While the others unloaded the car Mike wrapped his arms around me from behind, squeezing my breasts in each of his hands. He kissed my ear and asked if I was having a good time and if the men had been gentlemen to me. I assured him that I was and that the men were just fine. After dinner and a few drinks I was tired. I said good night to everyone and gave Mike a hug. The other men complained that they didn't get a hug, playfully whining about it being unfair that their wives weren't there. With the drinks and my horniness I barely objected to hugging them. Jr's hug was especially close. Through his jeans I felt a solid lump against my hip. He was definitely an 18 year old with a constant hard on. 

I heard the men put in a video which I knew was a porno. At least they had waited for me to leave the room I thought as I got into bed. I used the moans on the tv to cover my own while I fingered myself and rubbed my nipples.

An hour later Mike came to bed. As he undressed next to me I moved to the edge of the bed. I grabbed his waist, turning him towards me. As I pulled down his underwear I found he was already rock hard. I never so badly wanted to suck him in my life. We tried to be quiet as he gently held my head to his swollen cock but before long I could hardly contain myself, making him fuck my mouth and then my tits and then my mouth again until he came on my breasts. 

Thinking he was done for awhile I started to get up to go to the shared bathroom but he grabbed me by the waist and laid me in bed. He pulled down the bottom of my pajamas and without a sound began to lick my pussy. I came several times, muffling my groans with a pillow. When he finally entered me with his cock I was amazed at how long and hard it felt. We soon moved to the floor so the squeaky bed wouldn't give us away. I lost count of the number of times I came but it was well past midnight before we fell asleep. Mike's online order for Viagra sure was paying off. The next morning didn't start as early as I expected it would. The men were going to go fishing but it was well after 10 before they left. What was especially odd was that each one of them had to take a shower before they went fishing. It was while Jr was in the shower that I saw the bathroom door didn't shut all the way. I caught a glimpse of him as he got into the shower, he was still hard. I heard that a constant hard on could be dangerous but I knew Mike wouldn't understand if I offered to help Jr with his problem. Oh well, I would have time today to fantasize.

When the men finally left I put on my old shorts and t-shirt that fit far too tight for modesty. I planned on reading on the deck and catching up on some sleep. About lunch time Frank Jr. came back. He had caught a couple fish and wanted to put them in the fridge. I hadn't expected the men back until evening but was glad for the company. It was getting boring around the cabin by myself. I offered to get Jr. something to drink. He sat on one of the stools at the kitchen bar. I sat in the stool next him, feeling a little flushed with him in the cabin alone with me. I knew the t-shirt was nearly see through, revealing the low cut bra that Mike had also packed. For some reason he had pulled out all of my practical bras and panties and replaced them with half-cup and lacey bras and thongs. 

Today I opted for no panties. Flirtingly I stretched my legs out onto Jr's stool, wrapping the around his legs. I knew this exposed most of my leg and probably made it evident that I was bare under the shorts. I was glad that Mike had convinced me to shave my pussy, leaving only a little hair at the top. As I drank my water I let drops of it fall down onto my shirt like I was one of those women on tv. Not exactly a wet t-shirt but it focused Jr.'s attention on my breasts.

I slid out of my stool and stood to his side. I began rubbing his shoulders pretending I just wanted to help him fish better. He turned towards me and I positioned myself between his legs. Leaning in I kissed his lips, lightly at first. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer, our chests touching. I pressed my tongue into his mouth while pressing my crotch against his.

I knew he was too young, probably still a virgin. But at that moment I wanted to teach him something to share with his cute, bubbly cheerleader girlfriend. I felt his hands work up my chest, roughly squeezing my breasts. I pulled his hands off of my breasts while I made him stand in front of me with my back against the kitchen bar. He seemed embarrassed, thinking I was stopping him from feeling my breasts. What he didn't understand was that I needed him to rub my breasts. I took his hands and gently rubbed them around my nipples, showing him how to lightly caress a woman's breast. Even though my knees were weakening I acted as if I was a teacher, telling him how to rub me, showing him how to take my shirt off and then carefully undo my bra. As my breasts felt the cool air and his large hands my pussy began to ache. Quickly I pulled off his shirt. I kissed his chest and then worked down to his hard stomach. With fumbling fingers I undid his jeans, pulling them down to just above his knees. Through his tight underwear I could clearly see his dick. I pushed his underwear down and made him lie on the floor as I took off all his clothes. His cock seemed to spring straight up, long and hard. It wasn't very thick but what it lacked in thickness it made up for in length. Despite a part of me saying it wasn't right to fuck a man so much younger than me I couldn't have stopped if I wanted. Anyway, he was legal though just barely. 

I took his cock into my mouth deeper than I ever had taken a cock before. I enjoyed the taste of his pre-cum and the look on his face of pure pleasure. I sucked his cock in long slow movements, licking it's length while fondling his balls. Suddenly he moaned, I quickly pulled away and aimed his head into my breasts. Warm, sticky cum covered my breasts and ran down my neck. I took his hands and made him rub his cum all over my tits, licking his fingers as my own orgasm coursed my body. 

I needed more and this boy had more to learn. If he was going to lose his virginity it would be lost for good. I took my shorts and panties off, then with him still on the floor I straddled his chest, holding his arms down. He dutifully sucked each nipple, grimacing at first at the thought of licking his own cum off them but too horny to resist. I wiggled my hips to his mouth and demanded he return the favor I had done for him. He quickly learned how to use his tongue, flicking it at the top of my clit, driving it deep into my pussy. 

After another orgasm I rolled off him onto my back. He positioned himself on top of me, his teenage cock already as hard as ever. He seemed to know exactly what to do as he spread my legs and forced his swollen dick into my pussy. He fucked me hard and fast, holding my ankles over his shoulders. I could hardly breathe as each thrust sent waves of pleasure over my body. He watched as my breasts bounced with each thrust and I realized that he was no virgin. I asked him if his girlfriend's tits look as good as mine. He told me that they didn't but he always imagined mine when he fucked her. 

We changed position again, this time with him behind me. He grabbed my breasts while ramming me with youthful vigor. After twenty minutes he came again, pulling out to cover my ass with his sperm. Before I had recovered he was dressed and headed back to fish. 

I'm not sure how I managed it but I was able to pick up my things and drag myself to the shower. As I washed off I still felt the trembling after effects of sex. It was then that I heard the front door open. Afraid it was Mike and that he would figure out about Jr and me I turned off the shower and rushed to put on a skimpy bathrobe. I opened the bedroom door, not wanting to go out to the main room in case it wasn't my husband, when I saw Frank. I saw a look in his eyes that scared me. He knew I had fucked his son and now was angry. But then I looked again, realizing that it wasn't anger but lust. 

Without a word he grabbed me and forced me against the wall. I wanted to shout as he pushed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth, but only a moan came out. He ripped open the bathrobe and I felt his hand against my wet pussy. With expert dexterity he spread my pussy lips apart and forcefully shoved two fingers into me. With the other hand he grabbed my right breast and painfully pulled at my nipple. 

"So," he said, "your breasts are like Nancy said they were. Beautiful, big." Nancy? I thought of my fantasy of her. Did she have something for big boobs? Another painful squeeze to my breasts brought me out of my fantasy. Frank was a strong, big man. He had been a landscaper for years and a weightlifter for more years than that. As he gripped my breasts the pain made me gasp and cum. 

Ecstasy overcame me. My legs gave out and I collapsed into his arms. He nearly threw me into the bed. Almost letcherly he stared at my body. "Yeah, Nancy was right. You are fuckable. Bet you gave Jr. the ride of his life, although that girl of his has one nice ass." I could hardly believe it, the images of Nancy flashed through my mind, then just as suddenly I pictured Jr's girlfriend and Frank. That cheerleader skirt pushed up, her ass exposed to this dirty old man. Then I imagined Nancy and Jr's girlfriend. The image in my mind was nasty but it gave me another orgasm. 

It was then that I saw Frank's cock. I could hardly believe how big it was as he stood over me. I grabbed it with both hands, wanting to feel every inch of it. He knew I liked it. "Nancy says she wants to see me shove this into your ass, but you're not ready for it, yet." With that he pulled my legs apart and thrust his entire length into my pussy. Again I came as the pain shot through me. "My god," I moaned, "fuck me. Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck me." He pulled out and then slammed into me again, deeper. I felt like I was going to rip in two but I wanted it so bad. Again and again he fucked me, each time pulling out and brutally slamming his monster into me.

He pulled me on top of him. I enjoyed the feel of his cock as I violently bounced up and down on it. I rode him like I harder than I had ridden my husband. Up and down I rode, with his hands grabbing my tits and slapping my ass. I imagined Nancy ridding him, her little breasts bouncing. I imagined licking her pussy while Frank fucked me from behind. I even imagined Jr fucking me while Nancy sucked my tits. 

Frank moved me into the bathroom. Standing bent over the counter in front of the mirror I watched as he fucked me from behind. The sight of my breasts swinging wildly sent us both into orgasm but Frank didn't stop. His cum in my pussy made him slide even deeper into me. For several minutes he continued to pound me from behind, constantly slapping my ass and calling me a slut. At that moment I didn't care if Mike found me, I was a slut and I wanted to be used like one. 

Finally Frank stopped, only to push me back into the bedroom onto the bed. He stood in front of me and grabbed my hair. He pulled me into his cock and made me suck it. My pussy juices and his first orgasm glistened on his shaft as I greedily took him into my mouth. The length made me gag but he never released my hair. I sucked him until I began to feel him tense to orgasm. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped it against my tender breasts. He covered my chest and even my hair with his sticky cum. Done with me, he dressed and left me laying naked on the bed.

Moments later I heard the door open and shut as he left. Thinking I was alone I pulled my bathrobe over me, not caring if my husband found me covered with cum. After a moment I rolled over onto my stomach to stretch out when I felt a pair of hands on my back. Joe voice penetrated my groggy thoughts. He murmured something about my ass which I had left exposed. He wouldn't let me turn over or say a word. I heard him unzip his pants and soon felt his naked legs against my own. He reached around me, grabbing my soaked breasts. "It's my turn now babe. You are not going to be a cock tease this time. But don't worry, I know your pussy is probably already sore from Jr and Frank. Vickie's was, not that it stopped us from using her and recording our video. Nancy was the only one who was use to Frank's cock." 

It dawned on me that during previous hunting trips there was always one wife or the other out of town. So this is what they were doing. Mike was learning his moves not on some professional tape but in making his own tape, of other women. The thought of Mike fucking Vickie and Nancy didn't make me mad, rather I hoped I could watch the videos sometime with him. So it was my turn now. What other plans did they have? Was that why Mike packed the red bra and thong? Before I could imagine what else was in store for the weekend I noticed Joe had stopped rubbing my breasts. 

I felt his cock on my ass. It felt short and fat. I wanted to see it but he wouldn't let me move. He began to rub cock against my butt, pushing it between the cheeks. He pushed it deeper into me, against my tight hole. I seldom let Mike fuck me in the ass but today the thought of Joe in there made me moan. Slowly he pressed into my ass, gently moving his hips as I accepted him deeper. Suddenly he was inside me. My whole body shook as he began pumping my ass with his fat cock. 




My Turn



I struggled to my knees and worked us to the edge of the bed. He stood up at the side never pulling out. With the better angle he drove deeper into me. I reached down between my legs and fingered my pussy while I came repeatedly. Raw animal sex overtook me. Despite all the sex I had already had I needed more. I shoved myself hard onto Joe's cock, begging him to fuck my ass as hard as he could. He hesitated for a minute, worried about hurting me, but I demanded it even more. I was a slut, I needed to be fucked. He slapped my ass and I begged for more. He fucked me with complete abandon, squeezing my swollen tits, fingering my pussy. 

I so much wanted to have something else in me, my vibrator, my husband. My mouth ached for a cock. Could I take all three men? Of course I could, and I knew I would tonight. I would make them the best video ever. Then I would make Frank watch me fuck Nancy when we got to his house. Images of sharing a dildo between us drove me over the edge again. And what of that cheerleader, didn't she need to know about other men, like my husband who always knew how to make me happy? Maybe she needed another woman, or two. As Joe fucked my ass I knew that for this weekend, and maybe for many other weekends to come, I had gone from naughty fantasy housewife to pure slut.

I felt Joe slow and try to pull out. I tightened my muscles and threw myself against him, willing his cock deep into my ass. I felt him cum inside me and with a wave of relief I released him. This time I was the first to leave. I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower. With my eyes still closed I heard the bathroom door open and the curtain draw aside. As my husband joined me in the shower I knew it was his turn.



My Turn



Waking this morning, I can feel the long warmth of you stretched behind me in the bed. Your cock, nestled against my backside, is stiff. As I move gently against it you sigh, breathing in the perfumes of my shampoo and body wash. You nudge a knee lazily between my legs, spreading them slightly. 

Your arm is bent beneath mine and my breast fills your hand. You play my nipple between your thumb and index finger before gently tickling down my flank to my narrow waist and up the slight flare of my hips. A series of chills takes me as you use one hand to gently spread my ass and lay your erection in the crevice created. I squirm against you again, tightening my cheeks around your warm cock.

You moan softly and I remember the erotic treat of yesterday; the way you trapped my hands above my head and held me prisoner with pleasure as you made sure I came. I did cum, again and again with even the mere thought of your cock buried within me. My turn. 

I smile and turn in the circle of your arms to face you. You groan in complaint as your cock looses its tight little warm spot against my ass. I push you gently to your back, wicked gleam in my eyes, red flush on my cheeks.

I kiss your lips softly and then deepen the kiss. As I lie half atop you, I trace the contours of your torso with my finger tips. Over your pectorals and nipples, down your abdominals, swirling around your navel and finally teasing down the definition of your iliac crest. 

Teasing aside, I take your large cock into my small hand, for my business this morning is your pleasure. I reposition myself, kneeling between your legs, my long dark hair falling to cover my breasts. As I lean forward, my thick curls tickle the inside of your thigh.

I hold the length of your cock against my cheek, nuzzling it softly with my lips and face. Leaning up a bit and looking into your eyes, to make sure you're still paying attention, I press it between my breasts and move against it gently. Your hips buck slightly as you fuck my breasts slowly. 

It isn't long before I have achieved the desired result. I slow my motion, and still holding your cock between my breasts, I smile up at you briefly before licking the few drops of precum that have escaped the tip. 

You make a deep noise and your cock twitches. Holding your shaft in my hand now, I rub my face against your throbbing erection again. As I pull back, I kiss the base softly and then proceed to land kisses up the length of your cock. Parting my lips I tease along your shaft with my tongue, repeating my kisses with tender licks. You start to move your hips against my kisses as I move to the head.

I take just the head of your cock into my mouth, at first. Sucking it softly and circling it with my tongue. I moan my pleasure as I enjoy the slippery saltiness of your precum against my teeth and tongue. I feel one of your hands tangle into my hair, and I plunge downward, taking your entire length into my mouth.

Sucking more fervently now, moving my head up and down as I fuck your long pole with my mouth, my tongue still works on you, stroking you with each motion from the base up. I can feel you twitch against my lips and tongue and the precum is no longer just a fleeting thought. You are coming to a climax. I pull back languorously, creating extra pressure just at the head as I withdraw. 

You cry out softly for the loss of my mouth, but watch eagerly as I squat over you, and without any further teasing, I guide your cock into my wet cunt.

Using my legs and arms to brace myself carefully, so that only my fuck hole is touching you, I ride up and down the length of you. Relaxing my inner muscles on the ride down, clenching on the way up, simulating what I have just done to you with my mouth.  

Despite my care to keep my own pleasure in check, I am trembling from the sensation. Your hands reach for my swinging breasts, I let you have them. You make a grab for my shoulders and sit up as you do, impaling me roughly on your cock. I can't help but cry out for the pleasure of it.

Staring me directly in the eye now, you buck against me from your sitting position, fucking me hard and fast. Your hands drive my hips up and down against you, kneading my ass.

Suddenly you pull me against you firmly, burying your face in my neck. I feel your release, the tension draining from you as you fall backwards onto the bed. 

Sighing and curling up next to you, I can't help but place a hand between my legs and stroke my clit as a thousand little tremors pass through my body.

I kiss your strong shoulder affectionately and when you don't stir, I bite it gently. Your wonderful eyes open slightly and stare down at me.

"Naughty little girl."

*

Note from the Author: To give credit where credit is due, this was written with another Lit author in mind as inspiration. If you have questions, requests, comments, or suggestions, I would love to hear them and will always respond to any feed back I get. Thanks for reading! 



My Turn



She is beautiful. She doesn't know it, wouldn't believe me if I told her. After a day on the lake, fishing, talking, swimming, her nose is lightly freckled, and a touch pink. Bright blue eyes twinkle as she laughs at me. The baseball cap she threw on when I woke her up this morning, hides her red hair, curly from the shower, where it never finished drying. Straight white teeth gleam in the late afternoon sun. The thin cotton t-shirt she is wearing does nothing to hide her curves, nor do the short jean shorts. We are both barefoot, having been playing in the water earlier. A weekend in the sun has given her skin a pink tinge, which will fade to a soft golden glow.

I can see her watching me, as we lounge on the shore. We're eating fresh strawberries dipped in honey, a treat she brought for us. The sound of a boat carries across the lake.

"What are you looking at?" I ask. 

"Just admiring the view," she replies, the imp. 

At five foot eleven, I'm no slouch, even at middle age. Dark hair has given way to salt and pepper on top, and mostly grays other places, but she doesn't seem to mind. Working with my hands, and being a guide for hunts has kept me in shape, if not the lean muscular guy I was in my youth. She loves the fact that I have gone a little soft in places, but am still strong. My skin is darker than hers, a rich tan, rather than her pale gold. She tells me constantly how amazing I am: maybe some day, I'll even agree with her.

We have been out in the boat all day, but are enjoying lounging on the shore. Trees, barely beginning to bud, stand straight and tall at our backs and the blanket we spread out over the sand is warm to the touch. 

I roll over on to my side, and watch her. She is laying on her back, watching me, the minx. She is younger than I, but we still seem to click. Her generous breasts are confined by her swimsuit, and pointing straight up at the sky, straining the t-shirt. She is well padded, but in all the right places. I run a callused hand over her waist, watching lips curve in a mischievous smile, eyes light with anticipation.

I roll over, on top of her, pinning her hips with my own, putting my hands on either side of her head. 

"What?" she asks, smiling.

"Just looking for a softer place to stretch out," I reply. She blows me a raspberry in response. "Or, I could make things a little more interesting."

She nods, and I move to skim my hands under her shirt, moving it up, over her head, off. Holding her swimsuit in place over her breasts, I slip the straps over her shoulders, and down her arms. An arched eyebrow lets me know she is wondering what I am up to. I run work-roughened hands along her arms, forcing them over her head, until her hands touch the base of the tree behind us. Taking her shirt, I quickly tie her hands together, watching her face, which glow with sudden understanding and pure lust. Looking around, I see a length of rope lying nearby, which we had used to tie down the cooler earlier. I reach out and grab it, flipping the end around the tree, before using it to tie her bound hands securely to the tree.

"Hmmm, what should I do with the cat I've caught?" I muse aloud. "Maybe I should just leave it here." Nah, that's mean. "Toss her back into the water? Or, maybe I should just play with her?"

Her breathing is becoming a little faster, eyes are darkening, and she licks her lips in expectation. I lean down, and kiss her, very, very softly. She makes a sound, low in her throat, and arches up as far as she can, trying to force me to move deeper. I ease back, teasing her, and she growls.

"Uh-uh, kitten. It's my turn." She growls in frustration, and that evil glint is back in her eye. She surreptitiously tests the knots on her wrists, but there is no way she is getting loose. I run my fingertips along her collarbone, and then trace the edge of her swimsuit over each breast, as it slips dangerously lower. She closes her eyes as I use just two fingers to pull her swimsuit down, freeing magnificent boobs, aureoles as big as silver dollars, nipples the size of the tip of her pinkie. She both loves it and hates it when I look at her like this. Always self-conscious, she really has no concept of beauty. I am going to thoroughly relish tormenting her, causing her to make all those delicious sounds, and cute faces.

Reaching down, I take each nipple in hand, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, gently at first, and then increasing in pressure. I know she likes this because she arches her back, forcing her breasts harder into my hands. Cupping, kneading them, I flick my tongue just over the tip of each nipple, alternating between them. Her soft moan lets me know that this is working for her, and encourages me to continue. Changing tactics, just to increase the torment, I suck as much of one breast into my mouth as I can, then tenderly bite down on that delicate nub. With a soft cry, she jerks beneath me. With a wicked smile, I transfer my attention to the other breast and nipple. 

Her skin is so soft as I run my hands down her sides, still mauling her chest with teeth, tongue, and lips. I slowly draw her swimsuit down, and manage to unbutton and unzip her shorts. Her short moans are interrupted by a breathless giggle, as I tickle her, albeit unintentionally. Moving down her body, playing with her belly button (which also makes her laugh), I draw her suit and shorts over her hips and down her legs, until they lay discarded beside us. I continue my tongue assault all the way down her body, until I reach her hips. Getting her clothes out of the way is just the first step.

I sit back on me heels, between her legs now, and pause for a moment. She writhes under my gaze, but I enjoy the view, smooth as a baby's butt, all the way around. Waxing will do that for a woman. I slip a finger into that cleft, only to find it moist and inviting, and my finger slides right into her. Drawing my finger out, I run it up to the little nub of nerves, flicking it very softly as I pass it by.

She lets out a gasp, and I grin to myself -- her eyes are tightly shut, and she doesn't know what I am doing. Leaning down, changing position, I rub my face along the inside of her thigh. She giggles, as my goatee tickles her and makes her wiggle a little. I bite down on her leg; just enough to let her know that I'm in charge, then push her knees back to her chest and spread her open. 

Just to make her crazy, I blow, very softly, at her lower lips, enjoying the site of her flesh getting goose bumps. She moans, just a soft sound, as I lean forward, and place a tender kiss on the labia, then suddenly run my tongue up from bottom to top. I stop at her clit, taking it into my mouth, and just holding it there for a moment, before rubbing my tongue across it in short, sharp motions. It pushes her over the edge of her first orgasm, and then holds her there, as I suck on that little bundle of nerves. Mercilessly, I continue to play with her, until she begs me to stop, legs quivering.

Leaning back, I take off my shirt, before retracing my route back to her mouth, rubbing my chest against hers, so she squirms as the fine hairs there tickle her all the way up. As I move, she laughs.

"Is your tongue tired already?" she teases. 

Never tell a woman your secrets -- she will find a way to turn it back on you. Rather than answer, I invade her mouth with my own, showing her just how able my tongue still is. We wrestle back and forth, exploring and trying to dominate each other, neither giving an inch. I brace my arms on either side of her body, and plunder the sweetness I find there. She wraps her legs around my hips, urging me closer. I chuckle a little, when she realizes I still have my jeans on, smiling against her lips, and stop moving.

"Someone is still overdressed," she whispers, rubbing her hips against mine, literally hanging from me, her muscular legs holding her to me. Leaning on one arm, I idly run one hand along her ribs, over the curve of her butt, and around to her tattoo, then lower. As she rubs herself along my zipper, I slip a finger into her from behind, and watch as she comes again.

I pull away from her, and she whimpers. I finagle my jeans open, and the zipper down, pushing them down over my hips and off. She is watching me, blue eyes shining and hungry.

"Beautiful," she whispers, as I move back over her. I rub my dick along her cleft, the tip brushing her clit. She flexes her hips, trying to get closer, to get me into her. Teasing her just makes it that much better, particularly when she starts growling, low in her throat. It makes her vibrate with need.

Feeling her tense, I move my rock-hard ten inches to that dark, warm, tight opening, just barely parting her, not pushing in yet. I wait, and she lunges towards me, as well as she can still tied to the tree. When she subsides, with a groan, I slide forward, slowly, steadily. She is so tight, she always is after she has come once or twice, and I fill her up completely, not quite getting all the way in. One stroke, two, three, and I feel my balls slap her ass, finally -- it takes some stretching, but she can accommodate my length. My groan echoes hers as I feel her convulse around me, gripping me tighter with her impending orgasm, and I stop. 

I can feel her milking me, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to just blow my load now. But, I want this to last. I start a steady rhythm, something not too hard, or intense, just gentle pressure back and forth, not moving much, but enough for both of us. With her legs locked around my waist, I am free to play with her breasts, nipples, anything I can reach.

Never changing speed, I lean forward, causing her to gasp. The angle moves, and she is feeling it in a new spot, as I kiss her. It starts as something gentle; then evolves, until I am imitating my lower body with tongue and lips, passionate and controlling. I break the kiss, and stop moving, before moving to her ear, nibbling and suckling on it, playing with her.

"Oh, God," she throws her head back and cries out. I go rigid, stop, desperately trying not to come with her. It is more effort this time, and I know I can't make it the next one. She moans, incoherent with need, as I pull out. I wait for just a moment, until she can focus on me, and I'm sure that it's not going to end just yet.

"Let me help you turn over," I offer. She smiles, and wiggles backwards a little, so she can get her arms under her as she rolls onto her knees. Past, present, and future, protected by the fierce tiger, come into view, low on her back. I run a hand over the tiger, and she purrs. Placing my hands on her hips, I ease myself back in. It's easier this way: I can go deeper, and she loves it. She pushes back at me with each thrust. Her skin is glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and we both seem to glow in light from the setting sun, as I finally let myself go, pounding into her over, and over.

As I come, I hear a light scream echo over the water, and she comes with me, a mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm. We collapse forward, and I don't even have the presence of mind not to fall on top of her. She makes a small sound, and I realize that she is stuck, with her hands still tied. I roll onto my side, and pull her with me, so she is spooned against me, reaching up to untie the knots I used earlier. She flexes her shoulders, and reaches a hand behind her, putting it on my hip.

"Thank you," she whispers, totally content. I pull her closer, not wanting this to end, not wanting to let her go. I know it has to, as does she, but for this moment, everything is perfect. Tomorrow, we go back to the real world, and things have to change.

"So," she begins, "does this mean your turn is over?"

She is incorrigible.

"Yes, minx, it's your turn. At least give me a few minutes to recover, ok?" I laugh.

She grins. "Ok, if you insist." 

We lay on the beach, watching the sun finally set.



My Turn In The Drivers Seat



Chapter 1

We leave your house you wearing your lightest weight sun dress, the one I picked for you and sandals. You toss me the keys and jump into the passenger seat of your red Mustang, rabbit vibrator in hand. It's a warm day in early July so my choice of clothing ideal. I consider for a moment putting the top down but decide to wait. 

Pulling from the driveway and as instructed your dress is already hiked up, bare feet planted a bit wider than shoulder width apart on the dashboard your rabbit begins it's work on your pussy. It's a short ride to the restaurant so you won't cum, in fact your not allowed.

The restaurant a local place on the island is packed on this summer day mostly with locals as the snowbirds have long left for their northern homes. You wave and mouth hello to a few patrons you know from the resort where you used to work and the local chamber.

I order for you of course, and we enjoy a nice breakfast filled with idle conversation about upcoming events and such. Your sun dress conforms nicely to the shape of your grapefruit sized breasts, nipples hard since we left the house like little mountain peaks enjoyed by every guy and even a few girls that happen to notice.  It doesn't seem to bother you a bit, however I do notice you discretely scanning the servers in the restaurant, likely looking for someone you know given what comes next.

Our breakfast bill $21.46 that with tip I round to $27. 

Ok slut here's the deal I say, I want you to head back into the kitchen and find some guy that will agree to cover our tab. You will allow him to cum on your right tit. Use your fingers to cover as much your tit as possible, no washing. You can help him if you want. I'll wait for you here. Oh, and on your way ask our server to bring me some more coffee.

You show me upon your return to the table a nice thick load and milky white ... must have been a young guy I think. Finishing our coffee and OJ we get up to leave ... but just then an idea hits me. Maybe a bit more cum for you before we leave, I want to smell it on your breath ...

"My task.

"I want to please him. I must please him because I am compelled. It will be ultimate pleasure for me to satisfy him.

"Since I'm explosively horny being 'forced" to play with my pussy in the car, feet spread apart on the dashboard, and just totally horny from wearing a short, sheer sun dress and sandals . . . nothing more . . . your demand is something I easily accept. I think "what red blooded young man would turn down a mid-morning blow job?"



"I've got my eyes on the fellow at the front hostess area whose eyes lingered too long at me and whose smile was a bit more than 'welcome.' At your command, I simply wander off, say hello to him at the front, and simply explain my plight and assignment. He turns beet red, looks around at nobody, down at his feet for a second, then, "Oh my god, yes. Now?" 

"I tell him to follow me into the girls bathroom. It has a lock. I know that. Once inside I know what I must do, put my arms around him, kiss him hard on his mouth  . . he seems to be mid-20s, decent shape, about an inch or two taller than me, neatly groomed, sorta handsome, and stunned . . . and grab between his legs. He puts his hand, first reluctantly and than harder on my breast. 



"Time is important. My guy will get excited and doubly horny if he knows I have been naughty with another guy. After just a few seconds my attention is lower. I kneel, unbelt, unsnap and pull down his zipper and then his pants to the floor and help him step out of them. I pull his blue boxers down and off. He's hard. Not very big but a delicious cock for a cock slut like me is just that. 



"I plop him into my mouth, hold the base with my right hand, and immediately start to suck, then lick the base and head, and suck again. He came in about four minutes, which I eagerly swallowed. A sweet, sweet, post-breakfast dessert. I made sure a bit of his cum was on my right cheek. He got dressed quickly, looking at his watch . . . the entire interlude was a mere 10 minutes . . .and, silly, said "I don't know what your name is but that was something I'll never, ever, ever forget . . . . shook my hand (ha), pulled up his zipper, and quickly walked out of the ladies room."

Chapter II

Your task complete and back to the car, our next stop being CVS just a few miles up the road. Traffic crazy for this time of the year and we are quickly slowed to a crawl. Didn't you tell me off-season traffic was nonexistent, I say? My words falling on deaf ears as you are a million miles away in your own little fantasyland, rabbit back to work and performing splendidly as always. 

Without any warning your seat falls flat back, scares the crap out of me. Your knees spread as your feet push against the dash raising your pelvis allowing deeper penetration ... you work your rabbit up and down stalling a bit each time you reach your clit. Muffled moans and eyes closed I can tell you are getting close.

You better not cum hon, you know the rules I say. A slight cute'ish smile comes to your lips, the one that you know makes me melt ... oh babes ... rules are meant for breaking ... as your moans rapidly increase in intensity.

NO BITCH, I yell. No f'in cuming.

Your eyes fly open in udder disbelief, you've never once heard me raise my voice and are shocked at the power. FUCK, I need to cum now, please!!!!!! as you pull the rabbit away, pissed I would even suggest such a thing. 

I said, NO and get the f'in vib back into your fucking cunt! I did not say you could stop!

You of course do as you're told ... biting your lip hard and letting out a huge breath, rabbit buzzing again. 

Thinking to myself this girl won't last over the causeway bridge let alone down to the pier. Mmmmmm I need a plan but first we have some supplies to pick up.

Pulling into the CVS parking lot, ok my dearest slut here's what we'll need, anal lube, wet wipes and three different color permanent markers. And since you can't seem to control yourself I'm going to let you cum if you dare ... but not quite yet.

Being mid morning and judging by the number of cars in the parking lot, the store should be fairly busy. 

So here's the deal, you can cum now if you want or wait until we get to the pier where your challenge will be far easier. You decide. If you want to cum now here is your challenge ... upon entering the store pick a guy at random tell him your plight and ask him to get the items you need. You'll follow him around as you continue to work you pussy with your vibrator and using your other hand to tweak your left nipple.

Tell him you need to cum soooo bad but need some witnesses. Ask him to watch and gather as many others as he can. Be sure to have the markers before you do.

And I want proof. Using one of the markers tell him to write I watched the slut cum. Tell him to start writing just above your knee and large enough to extend to just below your breast, either side is fine. Using the same color marker ask each witness to sign their first name anywhere on your body they want.

You will tell me exactly how you came, who saw you and how you felt. I want every slutty detail when you return.

I was so fuckin horny I really didn't give a shit what I had to do ... I needed relief and right NOW! 

Sure it was wrong, so nasty, and I know you expected me to back out ... yet here I am dripping wet at the idea of being "forced" to masturbate, dirty and raw in front of complete strangers ... a deeply held fantasy never shared before.

So fuck ya I'm doing it! Scared stupid but going for it, for you and me.

I did as you said so. Wasn't easy. A bit different than what you wanted but your wish and command have been satisfied. 

I walked up and down the aisles and . . . got it. There was a youngish guy and two of his buddies, loud, cracking jokes, early 20s. 

I explained and asked them for a bit of unusual help. I told them I need them to watch me masturbate with my vibrator and write that they saw me do it. 

"Fuck yeah!!" is what they all said pretty much and asked when. When I said "Like now," they were all excited. We checked the guys room but it was way too small. We walked into the back room but the manager was there and said we need to leave. 

We went out the back door into the back area of the parking lot. Got it. Behind the dumpster was a concealed area of the lot about 10 x 10 feet between the CVS loading dock door and the dumpster. 

I took out the vibe, turned it up, and stuck it under my sun dress.

"No way slut," one of the guys (never found out their names) said. "Take off your dress. Leave the sandals if you want but take off your dress. Now."

Honestly, I thought they were going to hurt me. They pushed me against the dumpster, one on either arm, and said "Cum for us bitch." They were all big and strong and suddenly they seemed serious. 

I put the vibrator between my legs and turned it on but I was now a little hesitant. What did you get me into?? The third guy was in front of me and kept saying "You doing this for your husband, Bitch. I'll show you what a real cock feels like, not some skinny-ass pencil your man has."

I didn't say a thing but simply worked my clit. 

The guys on either side of me . . . . one was grabbing my boob roughly . . . the other one . . . biting it. Hard. The third guy kept asking me if I wanted to suck his cock . . .. "Do you want each of us to fuck you, one after the other, right here. Huh Bitch?"

I came real, real hard. I couldn't stand, The two guys had to help me up. Heard one of them say, "That's what I'm talking about!" The guy in front of me was taking my picture with his phone camera. Here we go again!

Anyway, they were cool. I didn't have to suck or fuck them and take their cocks in my pussy one after the other, after the other, after the other . . . 

You can see by what they wrote: "This fucking cunt is some fine ass shit." "Her nasty pussy aint even worth your pencil dick." "Next time you look your wife gonna be filled with Puerto Rican Jizz."

I truly am a dirty Ho.

And a good one you are, next stop the pier ...

Chapter III

Arriving at the pier just before noon we walk hand in hand towards the far end, almost 300 feet out into the crystal clear gulf waters. The breeze so slight that even with the sheerness of your sun dress we have no worries of an accidental flashing. Your hands sweaty, I'm sure in anticipation as you scan the crowd and wonder what I have in store for you at this stop.

Most of the fisherman we pass are locals and to be blunt are pretty nasty. The smell of fish covers them from head to toe, many homeless without a shower for days. Could he possibly force me to take one of these guys ... I can almost hear your mind pondering. Your smile a worried one. You trust me though and making me happy is your only desire.

A discrete flash of your tits at the pier concession hut scores us a couple popsicles. Yours purple, mine blue. We might have overpaid but the senior volunteer just had the best day he's had in nearly 20 years. I can just imagine the stories that will fly back at the home tonight ... you should have seen her, hot as hell and the guy just said flash and she did. Hundreds rush to volunteer ... ok, maybe not hundreds.

After a leisurely walk swaying back and forth across the width of the pier we reach the end. You stare out towards the horizon as I come to stand behind you wrapping my hands around your waist laying one atop the other and pulling you tight against me. A little nibble of your earlobe mixed with tongue in your ear brings a happy smile to your face. My only words ... are you ready.

You are of course, for what you're still unsure.

Leaning you forward your arms crossed come to rest on the wooden railing. Remind you of anything slut? I say ... a brief pause as your mind races for the answer ... another smile and ... oh fuck ... your only response. You know what's coming next and your knees nearly buckle at just the thought.

My hand reaches to unzip my shorts and free my already semi hard cock. Still pressed close against you I work myself up and down your fabric-covered ass. My shaft rock hard within seconds I slip under your dress and position myself at your entrance.

A push, and then another, and another as I slowly fill you. You can't help but glance to see if anyone is looking. Your focus quickly fades into pleasure however, not caring about anything but me filling you. The bare flesh of your upper back becomes the victim of my tongue, kisses, licks and nibbles best I can. Your breathing louder than you should, attracts the attention of a few bystanders who notice something going on, but don't understand and just turn back to their business. So close to being caught drives you over the edge with excitement. I follow quickly with an explosion deep within you.

Moments later you are staring into my eyes, sweat dripping between your breasts and cum down your inner thighs.

Chapter IV

(another woman joins)



My Turn Next



He raped me! That son of a bitch raped me!

I know that no court in the world would convict him since I didn't holler, scream, scratch and kick but I know that he had sexual intercourse with me without my permission or approval.

It all started when he asked me to go to dinner with him. His name was Al and he was a regular visitor to the dentist office where I work as a technician. He called on us twice a week to sell supplies and take away medical wastes. He was tall, handsome and articulate. I should have wondered why he wasn't married but I had been involved in my own life until my boyfriend and I broke up recently so I welcomed a date with a nice looking man. Besides I was horny.

When he called at my house for me on Friday night, he was a perfect gentleman as he helped me on with my coat. On the way to the restaurant I couldn't help but think that perhaps a nice evening meal, some nice conversation, and then as a topper for the evening, some very nice, pleasant, casual sex.

The first warning sign came when the hostess seated us. "Hey girlie, bring me a double Old Grand Dad, on the rocks, pronto."

The cocktail waitress arrived with his drink in just a few minutes. By the time she took my order he had drained his and asked for another. He ordered his third double shot from the waitress who took our dinner order.

Dinner was a fiasco. Conversation on his part was slurred and punctuated with a series of four letter words of which the national verb was used most often. He had his fourth and fifth drink during dinner. I seriously thought of excusing myself to go to the restroom and slipping out to take a cab home. I then realized I didn't have enough cash with me so I was trapped.

The ride home was an exercise in terror. He raced at breakneck speed, dodging in and out of traffic. I prayed that the police would see us, but you know, there's never one around when you need him. We pulled up at the curb in front of my house. I murmured "good night," undid my seat belt, and bolted for my front door. I had the door unlocked and was almost inside when he grabbed my arm and turned me around.

He engulfed me with his arms and the smell of bourbon was overpowering. I gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek, said "thank you for a lovely evening" pushed him away and opened the door again.

"Not so quick bitch, I didn't blow eighty bucks on dinner for a peck on the cheek and a thank you. I want a piece of ass."

He roughly shoved and followed me into the living room and began to take off his tie and jacket. I watched, transfixed, as he sat down and began to remove his shoes and socks. Seeing an opening I made a run for the bedroom, hoping I could get inside, close and lock the door but he was too quick for me. He pushed the door open and swaggered into the bedroom.

"There is no place you can hide bitch. Even if you had made it, I would have broken the fucking door down. I'm going to fuck you and there's nothing you can do about it. You might as well relax and enjoy it. Take off your clothes"

He was still very drunk and in my estimation very dangerous and capable of hurting me so I did as I was told. By the time I had stripped down to my bra and panties he was completely nude. I couldn't help but notice that his penis, even though only half erect was very long and very fat.

I was terrified as he approached me and backed up until I was at the edge of the bed. He pushed me onto the bed saying "lay down babe, I need the taste of pussy to get me ready." With that, he knelt by the bed, ripped off my panties, put my legs on his shoulders and buried his face in my crotch.

Although I was very frightened, I had to admit that it didn't feel bad at all as his tongue caressed and probed. I was dismayed when I felt the familiar heat begin to rise. I knew that my sexuality was betraying me and he would be tasting the juice from my pussy in just a few moments. It must have been what he was looking for, because he stood up, turned me over, put me on my hands and knees on the bed and, with one push, entered my pussy from behind.

I couldn't believe the length of his erect cock. Although it hadn't gained much in circumference it was now at least nine inches long. He began a slow, long, rhythmic pumping. With each stroke his cock rubbed against my already sensitive clitoris and, as hard as I tried not to, I began to enjoy it. I realized that the liquor had dulled his senses and that he would be able to do this for a long time. I tried to stifle my moan of passion as I reached a climax but a slight groan escaped my lips. He continued to pump and I continued to climax. With each stroke my moans became more vocal.

"See bitch, I told you that you would enjoy it." With that, he came. I could feel his semen shooting deep inside me. More and more with each stroke. His climax must have lasted for two or three minutes while mine continued with each pump.

In complete silence, he withdrew from me, put on his shoes, shirt and trousers without cleaning up at all, put his under shorts and tie in his pocket and staggered off into the night. I heard his car start and the tires screeching as he drove off.

I went into the bathroom to cleanup the river of cum that was flowing down my legs and contemplated what had happened to me. Yes, I had enjoyed it, but that wasn't the point. He didn't give a shit if I did or not, he was going to have his way with me and he did. It was mine to give or withhold as I saw fit and not something to be traded for a dinner. I began to formulate a plan for revenge as I wiped my very tender pussy.

The very next day I called Carol Hawkins, a friend of mine from school, who worked as a hypno-therapist for Dr. Jo Dinghy and arranged to have lunch with her on Monday. I knew that her work involved hypnosis as it relates to sexual problems. Over lunch, I explain what happened.

"I would like to help you but I'm not sure what I can do. Anything involving hypnosis done without his permission would be unethical and I could get into a lot of trouble.

We put our heads together and by the time lunch was over we had formulated a plan.

On Tuesday Al showed up at his regular time. He was bright and cheerful, and greeted me as if nothing had happened. Even though I was seething inside I smiled and tried to be charming. He gave me some sort of a half hearted apology about being sorry that he drank so much and blacked out and that he didn't remember much of the evening. I fluffed it off and asked if he would like to come to my house for dinner Friday. He readily accepted. I told them that I would be inviting my friend Carol. I could see by the look in his eye he was thinking "threesome." I smiled knowingly and let him think what he wanted.

On Friday Carol came by about 6:30. When Al got there at 7 everything was prepared. I had a fresh bottle of Old Granddad, lots of ice and for aromas sake, had some onions sautéing on the stove. The moment Al walked in the door I shoved a good size tumbler full of bourbon and ice into his hand and introduced Carol. I dashed off to the kitchen on the pretext of tending to something I was cooking.

I should mention that Carol is a tall, beautiful, voluptuous blond who could easily make her living modeling. She is also a Doctor.

When I came back five minutes later his bourbon glass was almost empty, and he was enthralled by Carol and her line of work. I refilled his glass and noticed that almost one-third of the bottle was empty. I left them alone again. When I returned the next time I saw that he had refilled his glass himself. On an empty stomach he had drunk almost half the bottle of bourbon and it was beginning to show in his slurred speech and watery eyes.

Carol was smiling at me when she said "Guess what? Al wants me to hypnotized him so that we can play some sexual games!"

She told me to be very quiet and sit still, dimmed the lights, and began talking to Al in a very soft, soothing voice. Within just they a few moments Al took on a trance like posture. She told him that he would be in a deep sleep and that he could only hear her voice. She asked him for his car keys.

I took the keys, dashed out to where his car was parked in front of my house, got in and drove it to a bus stop a half block away where I parked it illegally. I ran back to the house, called the police and reported a car blocking the bus stop. We waited until we saw the flashing lights of the wrecker before we proceeded with the next step of my revenge.

Carol brought him up out of his deep sleep until he was just on the edge of her hypnotic control. She planted the post hypnotic suggestion that he would have an uncontrollable need to urinate whenever a woman was nice to him. She then told him that he would not remember anything that happened tonight at all, not even coming to my house or meeting her. He would go home, go to bed and wake-up tomorrow morning completely refreshed without any memory of what happened tonight. She told him that his car was gone and that he would catch the bus on the corner. She told him that each time he saw me it would reinforce these instructions.

Other than being a little bleary eyed, he appeared perfectly normal as he walked out of my house towards the bus stop. After he left Carol explained that although he was an excellent subject the post hypnotic suggestion would only last for a week or so without reinforcement from me and that my control over him would slowly diminish. I couldn't wait for next Tuesday.

The following week when he showed up on his regular rounds he didn't have the usual spring in his step. Without looking at me he mumbled something about being sorry he had missed our date but that he had gone home from work, fallen asleep and did not wake up until the following morning. Someone had stolen his car and left it parked in a bus zone. It cost him $350 to get it out of the police impound.

I felt a little sorry for him. When I went and put my arm around to shoulder he muttered "Oh No!" A rapidly spreading stain appeared at the crotch of his khaki trousers as he dashed out of our office.

He peed in his pants every time he came into our office for the next three weeks. I found out that he had done it in a couple of the other offices too. I truly felt bad when his company fired him but not bad enough to regret it.



My Turn (Sequel to Nice To Meet You)



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My Turn Tonight



Here he was, tied down on the table. The table was padded, so he was moderately comfortable, but wouldn't be for long. His hands were tied above his head, pulled down slightly over the edge of the table. The wrists were looped together and the rope extended down and was tied into a ring on the floor. 

A soft rope, soft enough not to chafe but strong enough to hold him, was wrapped around each ankle and was strung upward and knotted through an eyelet in the ceiling so that his ass was lifted slightly off the table, about four inches. Each leg was tied outward so that his legs were extended in a wide V. This provided perfect access to all of his private, personal parts but afforded him the comfort so that he could stay in this position for as long as I wanted. 

He was only half hard, but I knew how to fix that. Since his balls, penis, and ass came to just the edge of the table, I had perfect and comfortable access to all. So I pulled up a chair in between his legs and proceeded to do what I know how to do best, get him hard. I used a chair so that I could take my time and be comfortable, after all, I was in charge this time. He had no say in the matter since I had placed a ball gag into his mouth and it was held into place with a leather strap tied behind his head. He was going nowhere and saying nothing unless I permitted it. I was getting wet already thinking of what I could do to him.

So I lifted his penis up away from his abdomen. It was still only half hard. I guess he was excited about this, but I wanted him more excited. I leaned in and extended my tongue and ran it up from his perineum, up along his ball sack, and licked all the way to the base of his cock. I felt him twitch when I did that. He must have liked that. I licked him that way several more times, and he twitched each time. His cock was getting harder and longer as I did so I knew he was enjoying this.

But it was time to get down to business; I wanted him as hard as he could get for what I planned for him. He had no idea. He would soon though. So I pulled his cock down lower and engulfed the entire thing all the way into my mouth and stayed there, with it all the way almost all the way to the start of my throat. He moaned though the gag. I know he likes that. I have used that technique many times and he has deposited his cum right down inside my throat so many times before. I pulled back almost all the way off his cock and then drove down all the way again. He moaned again. I was really getting wet now. I loved being able to please him so easily this way. But that was not what I had in mind for tonight, tonight was going to be special. We had always talked about pushing the limits and tonight was my turn.

So now he was completely hard, just the way I wanted him. I'll bet he thought I was going to suck him off until he came like I have done so many times, but he would be wrong. Not tonight, we are going to take it to a new level. Who knows if we will like it? Have to try it to find out. Isn't that what we always said to each other? Well tonight was my night to "try it". I was really getting wet thinking about it.

I kept stroking his cock slowly, have to make sure he stays hard, don't I? While stroking him slowly with my right hand, I reach down and grab the thick rubber band I had placed just under the table. I don't think he had noticed it. If he had, I wonder if he knew what I intended to do with it? I stretched the rubber band out and while holding it stretched out, I pulled it down onto his cock. I pulled it all the way down to the base of his cock and over his balls, and then I carefully released it so as not to hurt him. He might like a little pain, but letting it snap would probably be a bit much more pain than he cares for. It tightened around the base of his cock, below his balls. It made his balls stick up and out rather obscenely, but I liked the look.

I made sure the rubber band wasn't too tight so as to restrict the blood flow to his balls, which would be bad. But I wanted the blood engorged, hard penis to stay that way for as long as I wanted. The rubber band would keep the blood in his penis and restrict his urethra just enough to make it very difficult to ejaculate. This would allow me to keep him hard for as long as I wanted.

I was really getting wet now. All this control was really turning me on. I now know the thrill he finds in it. I didn't think I would be so turned on by this, but I am literally dripping down with my own juices. It is tickling my thighs dripping down. I can't help it, I reach down and play with myself, driving two fingers in and out of my drenching pussy. I almost come, but I am not ready to do that yet. So I lick my juices off my fingers, making sure he sees me doing it. I know how much that turns him on to see me do that. He moans a little. I think he is really enjoying this. 

I want to ride his cock a little, but I know I can't just do that with his ass lifted off the table like it is. I don't want to let him down yet, so I must think of another plan. I go grab a pillow from the bedroom and push it under his ass. That should give him enough support so I don't hurt him riding his cock. I then get up on the table and squat down, placing my pussy up against his gagged mouth. I wish he could use his tongue and lick me, but I guess you can't have everything. So I rub my pussy up against his gagged mouth instead, smearing his face with my pussy juice. I feel the ball gag rub up and down my cunt lips and against my clit and nearly come again almost instantly. But I don't want to yet, so I lift off his face and slide my body down his torso, smearing my pussy all over his chest and stomach as I go. His face looks all wet now. Wow, I didn't know I was that wet, I must be dripping by now. I rise myself up and reach down and grab ahold of his hard cock and place it at the entrance to my pussy.

I slam down hard, all the way down. I feel his balls that are pushed up by the rubber band press into my ass. Wow, that is an incredible feeling! His cock seems like it is about two inches longer than usual, I wonder if it is the rubber band or if he is just turned on that much. It doesn't matter, I am really getting into this. I raise up and slam all the way down again. He grunts as I do. I hope I didn't slam to hard into his balls! I look at this face and I can see nothing but frustrated, desire in his eyes. Oh what a lovely look for him! I wonder if he sees the same look in my eyes when it is his turn to be in charge?

I rise up and slam down over and over again. My god, I don't think I have been so turned on in my life! I know this is going to be a REALLY big orgasm and I will probably squirt out all over his cock and balls. But that is perfect for what I had in mind next, isn't it? 

I continue riding his cock, up and down, up and down. I feel the stars forming in my head, the feeling I get when I am about to come really hard. I raise up again and drop down and it hits me. I feel like an explosion is going off inside of me and I feel my pussy clamping down on his cock. I wonder if he is as close but not able to because of the rubber band? No matter, I will make it worth his while shortly. I do miss the feeling of him coming inside of me though while I orgasm.

I say down keeping his prick deep inside of me while my orgasm continues and my cunt milks his cock. I know this would push him over the edge normally, but not tonight. I have other plans for him tonight. Tonight, he is MINE to play with after all.

When my pussy finally finishes convulsing on his cock, I slide off. I slide up his body and kiss his face, all over. I tell him his turn is coming, so just be patient. I wonder how he will react to my plan? Only way to find out is to continue!

I walk around back down to between his legs. Wow, I really creamed his cock and balls! It is all glistening with my come. I know I come more than many women, but tonight I came so much it almost looks like I smeared his pelvic area with lubricant! That is good though. It works out in my plan. 

I sit back down on the chair between his legs and reach up and smear my juices all of his groin. I smear it all over his balls and continue smearing it on his perineum. It is really dripping down! I take his cock into my mouth again, this time not as far though. While sucking on his prick, I continue smearing my juice all over and down lower and against his asshole. He groans. He must like that! Good, because it is going to get a lot more kinky than that! Won't he be surprised at how kinky I get tonight! Well it is his fault after all, he introduced me to my kinky side. 

I continue stroking his cock with my right hand and sucking on the head and reach down with my left hand and extend my index finger and place it against his asshole. He feels it and groans a little. Or was that a moan? It is so hard to tell with that ball gag in his mouth. I push against his asshole and slide my finger inside up to the first knuckle. He moans again and I don't think there is any doubt that it was a moan this time. I pull my finger out almost all the way and pull my mouth off so that just the head is in my mouth. I engulf his cock about half way into my mouth and shove my finger back into his ass so that it is all the way in. I can't believe I did that! It is so kinky and it is really turning me on! He moans again, so he must be enjoying it also.

I continue lifting my head almost all the way off his prick and taking it back inside my mouth while pulling my finger from his ass and pushing it back in at the same time. He has his head raised and is watching me suck him off while finger-fucking his ass and I see nothing but pure lust in his eyes. I think if it wasn't for the rubber band, he would have come in my mouth already, but we are not done yet.

I then place my middle finger alongside my index finger and place it against his asshole. I lift my head off his cock and then take him deep inside my mouth, all the way down while pushing both fingers up his ass. He groans loudly this time. I hope I didn't hurt him! At least not more than he enjoys! With his cock all the way in my mouth and both fingers up his ass, I look up and see him looking down at me. He has that "I want to rape you silly" look on his face, so I know he is ok and enjoying this. Who would have known?

But now, it is time to take it to the next level. After all, I want to come again as well as make him come so hard he will shoot up into his own face. So I pull my mouth off him and my fingers out of his ass and I walk out of the room. I don't want him knowing what is going to happen until I am ready to show him, afterall. 

I go into the bedroom and open my dresser drawer and pull out the new toys I had bought. I was rather embarrassed when I had to buy these by myself, but it got me so wet doing it! I usually don't go and buy stuff like this without John with me because he seems so at ease doing it and it makes me feel more at ease. Besides, we always have such great sex right after we go!

So first, I grab the two vibrating eggs and sit on the edge of the bed, laying down. I place the first against my pussy and shove it in but pull it back out by the wire. After all, I need the lubrication to place it where I want to. I then place it against my own asshole and shove it firmly. It hurts a little as my asshole starts to give and let it in, but it slides in rather easily with all the pussy juice lubrication I have on it. I then grab the other and slide it deep inside my pussy. I grab the control and turn them both on and, wow, the feeling is so amazing that I nearly come instantly. But I turn them both off. 

Then I grab the harness and the dildo I got and place the dildo inside the harness. I bought it because it pretty much exactly the same size as John's cock. I slide it inside my pussy several times and can feel it bump against the egg inside of my pussy. Wow, that is an interesting feeling when it pushes the egg around inside me. But as soon as the dildo is really wet and slick with my juices, I place the harness against my pussy and pull the straps around and snug them up to hold the fake cock tightly against me. Now, with the eggs deep inside of my ass and pussy and a cock jutting out of my groin, I must really look like a slut. But I am, John's slut.

I walk back into the room and stop at the doorway. John hears me coming and looks over at me. He sees the prick sticking out of my groin and notices the wires leading to the remote. I'll bet he instantly knows what the wires are for! He eyes get big and the look on his face is precious. Is it dread? Lust? I hope it is lust! I have a little doubt right then and almost decide not to go through with this, but I have already come so far.

So I move the chair and get between his legs. It feels so weird with a cock hanging in front of me. I wonder if this is what it feels like for a guy with a cock? His cock, or course, is still hard because of the rubber band. I pat myself on the bag for such a wonderful idea of using the rubber band. I stroke my fake cock up and down and make sure it is still slick from my pussy juice. If it isn't, I am still dripping an awful lot, I know where I can get some more! It is still very slick though, so I don't need anymore. I grab the face prick and place the head of it against his asshole and look up at his face. He has his head lifted again, watching me with really wide eyes at what I am going to do. I'll bet he never expected this! 

It really is such a power. Now I have the cock and I will do the fucking! What a turn on! I look into his eyes and push my pelvis forward, placing a little pressure. It doesn't go in right away and I must hold it to keep it from squirming away off his asshole. I hold it there and push a little harder and look down. I see the head of the cock push into his asshole and stop. I look up to make sure it isn't hurting him too much. It shouldn't, he has fucked me up the ass a few times already! If I can take it, surely he can too. 

His eyes are wide but he doesn't look like he is in any real pain, so I push in a little more and the cock slides about half way in. Wow, that is really a kinky sight! I pull it almost all the way out and push my pelvis forward again, driving it a little more than half way. I think I should stay there for a few minutes so he can get used to my "prick" up his ass. I look up at him and grab his cock and stroke it a few times. He lays his head down and moans a little. I guess he is enjoying it so far!

I pull almost all the way out again and shove back in, this time a little harder. My "cock" goes in all the way up his ass. Wow, I did it! I leave it in all the way so that he can get used to it again. I stroke his cock a few times and he has a LOT of precum dripping out so he MUST be enjoying it. I pull about half way out and shove back in. He grunts a little. I remember grunting like that when he fucks me! Wow, this is really turning me on. I can feel my pussy dripping behind the harness and I haven't even turned on the eggs!

I pull out almost all the way and shove back all the way in. It is a good thing my pussy drips so much juice, or I would have had to buy a bottle of lubricant for this! I pull out again and shove it back all the way in. His eyes are closed by he is moaning every time I stroke in and out. I stroke his cock up and down and continue stroke my cock in and out. I grab the remote to the eggs and turn them both on. I feel them buzzing inside of me. I wonder if he feels it though my "cock"? 

I grab his waste with my left hand and his cock with my right and continue stroking him as I stroke my cock in and out. OMG, I am about to come again. This is SUCH a turn on. I wonder if a guy always feels this power when they fuck? 

I stop stroking both his cock and my cock just long enough to take the rubber band off his cock. Once I take it off, I toss it behind me and grab his cock and start stroking both cocks at the same time again. The eggs are driving me REALLY nuts and I am about to come really hard. I hope he comes at the same time, that would be so cool! I pull my cock almost all the way out and shove it back in hard, as hard as he pounds me when he fucks me. I grab both hands and fondle his balls and stroke his cock in time with my cock stroking into and out of his ass. I feel my orgasm building really fast. As my orgasm hits me, I shove my fake cock all the way in and hold it there and stroke his cock quickly with my hand. 

He grunts very loudly and I see his come shooting out of his prick making a really high arch and hitting his face, just across his nose. I feel his cock pulse again and another rope of semen shoots out and up but with a little less strength and lands on his chest. He pulses again and this time it barely reach his stomach. His cock twitches in my hand a few more times, but it just barely dribbles out of his cock slit. I stroke his cock milking the last of it and he moans. I know how sensitive he gets right after coming sometimes and I know this feels so good to him it actually hurts a little. I don't want to overdo it, so I stroke a couple more times and stop. I look up at his face and his eyes are closed. I hope he didn't pass out! That would be so cool if he did, but scary too. He opens his eyes and looks down at me.

I take the harness off and pull the eggs from my holes and go up to his head. I take the ball gag out and kiss him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth. I then pull my face back a little and ask in him "Was that good? It wasn't too much, was it?"

He looks at me with that eternal love look in his eyes and says "Just wait until it is MY turn. Wow, that was kinky. But I think I can top that!"

I can't help but feel a little scared now, but the tingle in my pussy tells me I will enjoy it!



My Turn with the Campus Legend



So, John Morgan...wow. I couldn't believe I was actually about to go home with Johnny Morgan. He's almost legendary on this campus. He's one of those guys that all the girls wanna fuck. And many of them have. He's had his way with more girls here than anyone can count. And lets face it, I'm no different, I wanted to fuck him too. Most popular guy, good looking, great body. Not to mention rumor has it he's got a big dick and knows how to use it. I've been wishing I could climb on top of him for 2 years now, ever since I first saw him when I was a freshman. I guess maybe it was my tight shirt stretched over my boobs, or maybe he'd heard a little about me too, I don't know, but he made his move on me pretty quick tonight. He came over to me and started buying me drinks and chatting me up almost as soon as I walked in the bar. So when he whispered in my ear that we should go back to his house and hang out alone, I was hooked. I knew what he really wanted from me, and I was sure he thought he was gonna get it. I've heard the stories about him too, that he didn't waste much time on girls, that he just uses them, etc. He knows any girl he takes home better be ready to fuck, and I've heard he's thrown girls out of his house if they tried to play coy. So what, I thought. I was pretty drunk, and I was dying to get my hands on his body and fuck him too. And I was determined to make sure he remembered me after this.

I got in the car first, and as soon as he got in, he leaned over, grabbed the side of my face, and kissed me deeply, just for a few seconds. He let go, looked me right in the eyes, and said "let's go have some fun" and smiled. The sexiest, dirtiest smile I could ever remember. Oh my god! I had crazy electricity running through my body, I felt like I was on fire. I could barely breath I was so turned on. We started to drive, and I couldn't control myself, I had to have more. I leaned over and put my lips on his neck and started to gently kiss and lick him. I could hear him start to breathe heavily, and I moved closer. I reached over and put my hand on his chest and slowly slid my fingers up and down. I could feel his chiseled body, and I grew hotter and hotter. I moved my lips closer to his, and he turned to meet me and thrust his tongue inside my mouth, and we began kissing passionately. 

Losing control, I reached my hand between his legs and started grabbing at his cock through his pants. It was getting bigger and harder with every squeeze. With my hand on his cock and my tongue in his mouth, he nearly drove off the road. He stopped the car, pulled my hand off of him, and pushed me back to my side of the car. I didn't even know where the fuck I was. I was in another world. He stared at me, looked me in my eyes, then down to my lips, past my tits, and all the way down my body. He brought his eyes back to mine again, and gave me that devils smile again. Holy shit, I wasn't sure what I was getting into, but I was sure I was going to get fucked good, and I was dripping wet waiting for it.

We were only a minute or two away from his house, so I tried to gain my composure while we finished the ride. He pulled in the driveway, and we walked towards the house. My heart was starting to race again. He opened the door, and I walked in ahead of him. Before I even heard the door shut, I felt his hands on my hips. He spun me around, and pushed me against the wall. He grabbed my hands and lifted them over my head, and he started kissing me. He held my hands tightly above me, and began sucking on my neck, up and down, from side to side, pausing to kiss me, gently sometimes, sometimes biting on my lower lip. He pushed his body against mine, pinning me to the wall, with his knee between my legs. I couldn't help but grind my pussy against it, driving me wild. He let go of my arms, and grabbed both sides of my face and started thrusting his tongue down my throat. I put my hands on his back and ran them up and down his body. With his tongue still all over my lips and neck, he put his hands down to my waist, and up my shirt. He squeezed my tits in his hands, and gently played with my stiff nipples. I was dry-humping his leg so hard I nearly made myself cum. I wanted his dick inside of me so badly, and we still had all of our clothes on. 

I managed to push him away for a second, and I grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head. He stood before me, and I swear I drooled a little bit looking at his sexy, ripped body. He pushed right back up against me, kissing me, groping me. I felt his hand back down around my waist, and he unbuttoned my jeans. My heart jumped. He stopped kissing me for a second, only to hover his lips right next to mine, staring into my eyes, as he slid his hand down the front of my pants. He went right under my panties, and when his strong fingers brushed my clit, I shuddered. He moved alongside me, turned my head to the side, and put his mouth up to my ear. As he began to breathe heavily into my ear, he slid two fingers inside of me, slowly, and rubbed the inside of my pussy back and forth. I began to moan, desperately. He pushed both fingers all the way up inside me, and began fucking me, first gently, then harder, and harder. I started pushing back against his fingers, grinding my clit against his hand, while he pumped in and out of me. He began whispering in my ear, asking me if I liked it. I whimpered yes, as I moaned and writhed. Then he asked me if I wanted his cock, and I said yes. 

I guess I didn't say it how he wanted, so he buried his fingers all the way inside of me, and pulled my face right up to his. He pulled my hair back, and demanded I tell him how badly I wanted his dick. I was so fucking wet and horny and ready to cum, I would have done anything. So I shoved my tongue down his throat and kissed him, hard. I reached down and pushed my pants and my underwear down around my ankles, took my tongue out of his mouth and yelled in his face "Now put your fucking cock inside of me and fuck me!!"

He grabbed my hips and swung me around so I was facing the wall. He pushed my face up against it, and slapped my ass hard. I could hear him fumbling with his zipper, and I waited impatiently for him to pull down his pants. Suddenly his rock hard dick was against my lips and I felt it pop inside of my pussy. Holy shit it felt good. It was so thick and hard. My pussy was so wet and loose yet I could still feel it struggling to take it all. I bent over and lowered my head, as he grabbed my hips and started fucking me slowly. I could feel every inch of him stretching my pussy open, as he slid his cock all the way inside, then pulled it slowly, all the way back. I was panting, and my pussy was on fire. I'd been hot and bothered since he first kissed me back in the car, over an hour ago. He had been kissing me, touching me, teasing me, fingering me for so long I was ready to fucking explode. I wanted to cum. I had to cum so badly. I started pushing my ass back towards him, taking his cock deeper and deeper, hoping he'd take the hint and give it to me harder. 

He took his hand and pulled my hair, arching my back up. He undid my bra with his other hand, and my big tits fell free. He pushed my head back down, and reached out with both hands and wrapped them around my tits. He squeezed them in his big hands, and started to fuck me harder and faster, pulling me into him. He pinched my nipples with one hand, and reached up and put his fingers in my mouth with the other. I sucked on them ravenously, as he fucked me harder and harder. I was in another world, like an animal. All I wanted was more of his cock, for him to fuck me harder and harder. I started moaning louder and louder, and he put his hands back on my hips, dug his fingers into my sides, and began to fuck me violently, his fat cock attacking my pussy over and over. He pulled my head up again, yelling "How does that dick feel, hunh? You love when I fuck your pussy like this?"

I started screaming "yes, yes, I love your fucking fat cock!" That must have drove him crazy because he started banging me so hard I could barely stand up. I braced myself against the wall, and felt my body shuddering. I reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit while he hammered away at my pussy. I started screaming "fuck me, fuck the shit out of me!" And he was like a man possessed, he just kept fucking me and fucking me, and I started to cum. "Oh god I'm cumming, keep fucking me, please!" I started screaming, begging him to keep fucking me. 

He never slowed down, and I kept cumming and cumming, I can't even remember how many times. I slumped forward against the wall, exhausted, his hard dick still inside me. He pulled it out of me, and grabbed my hand, turned me around, and pushed me down to my knees. He held my hands up, and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was spent, but I was still so horny and I wanted to make him cum like never before. I sucked his cock with all I had, and I could tell he was losing his mind. I ran my lips all over it, and I jerked him off in my mouth. Finally he grabbed me by the head and started to fuck my mouth, and I knew he was close. I pushed his hands off of me, and wrapped my lips tightly around his cock and started sucking it furiously. He was moaning louder and louder, and finally he pulled his dick out of my mouth and he came. He came all over my lips, inside my mouth, on my tits. 

He collapsed to his knees, panting heavily, and slumped against me on the wall. We gathered ourselves after a few minutes, and fumbled back up off the floor, realizing we'd never even gotten our pants off. Or closed the front door.



My Tutor



I started writing this mail late last night but was not really in a fit state to send it so I left it till this morn to finish it. I saw my tutor Ray Doyle a couple of days ago and told him I wanted to explore humiliation and would like to undress in one of his tutorials and experience being naked for the whole session. He is such a letch I was sure he would agree.

I had a tutorial this morning with him and I had been very tense about it. Would he say anything or would he suddenly just announce what I was going to do? I looked around those present imagining how each would react. What I was not worrying about was whether I would go through with it; a professional actor does not miss her cue.

Ray opened the session with his usual banter then he said, in front of everyone, "Julie could we have a quick chat after the session about what we discussed last night?" I suppose 5pm might qualify as "last night" but it gave a misleading impression didn't it. Half the group have now silently marked me down as one of Ray's girls. I actually saw one girl staring at me with a quizzical look on her face.

Well I got through the session and waited for everyone to leave so it was just me and him. He told me that what I had proposed was not going to happen, the consequences of him watching his students strip in a tutorial made it impossible. Then he asked me if I was serious about exploring humiliation. This put me a bit on guard, what was he going to suggest? I said that I was serious and he just said "Be in Dance Studio One at 8 tonight."

The commanding way he said it disarmed me a bit and I managed to say that I thought we should have a chaperone to protect him. I was quite proud of that line. He picked up his briefcase ready to leave and said that chaperoning had been arranged.

So once again a task had been suddenly sprung on me and I was going into the unknown. Studio One has a hard polished wood floor and nothing resembling a bed so I thought at least my honour was safe if not my modesty.

Well I got through the day then went to the library to catch up on some studying although my concentration was a bit impaired. I wrote part of an essay then went out to a local coffee shop.

I returned to college just before 8. Of course the front door was open because various parts of the building are used after hours. Once I got into the part of the building where the dance studios are I found it deserted. All the studios have small square windows in the doors so I could see that the lights were on in Studio One and, looking through the window, I saw Doyle and an unknown woman. I went in.

It is a long room with staging at one end and a mirror all along one wall with a wooden bar at waist height for the use of ballet students. There are stacks of plastic chairs and a few folding tables one of which stood in the middle of the room. Doyle and his companion had been seated on chairs which faced the mirror and were slightly angled towards each other. Both parties stood as I entered and Doyle curtly introduced "Lucretia". I don't believe that anyone is called Lucretia so obviously it was a non de guerre. She was average height and muscular in the way that a dancer is muscular. From her age she might have been a grad student.

Doyle was telling me that my choosing to keep the appointment indicated my consent to all that was going to happen and that I should remember that my humiliation was my idea so I could not have any complaint against anyone. The woman seemed to be looking me over in a hungry way. I did not like her at all. Ray finished his spiel by saying that he was going to ask me one question and it was the last time that I would have any choice or power.

"Once we get past this point you have no say in what happens and you do nothing, say nothing unless you are told."

The question proved to be "Are you willingly prepared to accept the rest of this session?"

I managed to whisper a yes and Doyle made me repeat it. He then said that I would begin to remove my clothing one piece at a time and that I would hand over each item for inspection.

"We will start with your left shoe."

I was facing the mirror with Doyle and Lucretia facing me, one on each side of me so I could watch my humiliation in the mirror and see their faces at the same time. I lifted my left leg and dragged off my sneaker handing it to Doyle. He looked inside the shoe and at the sole then placed it on the table. Lucretia demanded my right shoe and she regarded it with contempt as if wearing such scruffy shoes marked me down as a thoroughly despicable person. The next command was from Lucretia in a curt, crisp voice.

"Jeans"

I pulled my jeans down and off leaving myself in pink cotton briefs and red socks with my jacket flapping and my t shirt not quite reaching the top of my briefs. Lucretia ran her fingers along all the seams of my jeans and turned out the pockets on the table. All she found was a biro and a packet of tissues. Next she demanded my jacket which she also inspected. In the pocket were a couple of flyers and a comb which were placed on the table.

I was now feeling very small and insignificant.

"Get your top off."

I really did not enjoy showing my tits to this pig of a woman and I saw the utter contempt on her face as she looked at me in my scant little pink bra.

After a brief examination of my t shirt the woman looked at Doyle and it was his turn to speak.

"Give me your bra."

I have never found an elegant way to remove a bra. The process just looks awkward. I handed it over and stood with my arms at my sides. Doyle ran his hands over every seam including inside the small cups while the woman walked around me looking at my tits from the front and from both sides.

"Hardly worth the effort are they? Are you proud of your breasts Julie?"

"Well, no I suppose not really."

She stood very close to me and began to fondle my tits including the nips. Her expression was even more wicked than before. Then they both walked around me discussing whether to let me keep my knickers on for now. Lucretia put her hand between my legs and groped me through my knickers causing me to wince which she, of course, enjoyed.

They had decided to go through my bag and Doyle told me to put in on the table. I lifted it from where I had dumped it on the floor and Lucretia emptied it. It was mostly books and general student material but it also contained my purse. Lucretia emptied the purse spreading the contents on the table as Doyle walked around me studying my body. The purse had contained a packet of Lillets, small change, £30 in notes, my bank card and various small scraps of paper as well as a used tissue.

Lucretia said that she supposed they may as well finish my stripping and again looked at Doyle. He gave the command.

"Hand over your knickers."

I pulled them off and handed them over hoping that they would not be stained. He turned them inside out and looked at them in detail with a look of distaste on his face.

Lucretia was standing in front of me with her eyes on my shaven pussy. Once again her hand came towards me and she stroked the smooth white flesh then began to probe inside me. My lip was turning in and I was trying (and failing) to keep the pain from showing on my face. She was not being gentle.

Doyle asked why I was shaven and I said I just liked it and found it more hygienic. Lucretia asked if I had shaved myself and I lied that I had. She was far worse than Jeff the letch at Darren's. Lucretia was enjoying my debasement in a way that Jeff had not. I guess a woman knows exactly how to humiliate a woman.

They both walked around me as if they were examining a second hand car and I felt the woman run her hands over my buttocks squeezing uncomfortably. Doyle said that my bum was a bit too big for his taste. Lucretia stood in front of me with her face about an inch from mine and she again reached for my pussy and shoved her fingers inside me. Previously she had been simply intending to hurt me but now she was quite openly masturbating me with her hand working rhythmically. I tried hard to maintain control but I knew it was pointless. She just kept working and I found my breathing was turning into panting. It was hard to keep my feet on the floor, I wanted to dance around and I knew she would not stop until I had completely lost control in front of Doyle. Of course she won and I could not keep from yelling out and wriggling around on her wet fingers. She withdrew from me and wiped her hand on my t shirt while I stood there hot, soaking and panting. My hand had gone to my pussy, I could not resist it.

Lucretia barked at me to put my hands to my sides which I did then Doyle ordered me to repack my bag which I did as they silently watched every move.

Then Doyle asked if I would like him to keep my knickers.

"Perhaps I should give them to you in a tutorial. Would you like that? Should I say you left them in my car? Would that give you street cred? Is that what you want?"

"No sir." I hated myself. Why did the "sir" leap to my lips? I should not have said it (We don't call lecturers sir.)

I saw to my horror that Lucretia was gathering up my clothes in her arms although she left my knickers on their own in the middle of the table.

"You can get dressed outside then come back here."

This was the point where I almost refused. Anyone could walk down that corridor. Lucretia had thrown my clothes out into the corridor while I stood there pleading that I couldn't do it.

Doyle said that the faster I got dressed the less risk of being seen and I ran out into the corridor where my clothes were strewn around. The door has an automatic closer so it swung shut.

I scrambled into my clothes as fast as I could then returned to the studio aware that I was flushed with my hair all over the place. My pussy felt uncomfortable and abused and I hoped there was no damp stain on my jeans. My t shirt stank of my juices where Lucretia had wiped her hand. I returned to the studio where Doyle beckoned me towards him. Had they finished with me or was there more to come? He told me to turn around and I hated turning my back on him, what was he going to do? I felt his fingers in my hair, he was pulling my hair back and then he took my knickers from the table and began to tie my hair with them. Even with the mirror wall I could not see the back of my head. Surely they would just look like a fabric hair decoration but I had no way of knowing.

He made me turn to face him and, in a more gentle voice than before asked me if I had learned anything about humiliation.

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

"Now go home. I look forward to our next tutorial."

It seemed a long cold journey home on the bus in the dark and the drizzle. I kept my hair decoration in place hoping that no-one could see what it was.



My Tutor



I was 20, my girlfriend at the time was only 18, and she was playing mind games as some girls that age do. 

At the time I thought I was in love with her, and I thought she was in love with me as well. That was until she told me, I only say it because you say it, I really don't mean it.

Why not just kick me in the balls. I was heartbroken, and I needed to talk with someone who would be understanding and caring.

I went to see Karen, she used to Tutor me in High School a couple of years before.

Karen had cried on my shoulder once, because a guy dumped her, I had said all the right things to make her feel better, now it was my turn.

I called her up and she could tell that I was upset, she told me to come by her place so we could talk.

Karen was 28, and I was always hot for her, she was very petite, 4'11", she had decent sized boobs, 34C, a nice ass, and oh how I had always wanted to see more.

We had used her pool a few times before, So I had seen her in her bikini and would jerk off when I would get home just thinking of her hot wet body.

My mind always thought of what it would be like to see her naked, to feel her boobs, and when I thought of her touching my cock, I would jerk my cock faster until I shot my load.

Karen was renting a room, I went over and we talked for hours about my girlfriend problems.

At the end of the night, she walked me to her door, then she asked me to lean down, and to my surprise she kissed me.

I couldn't believe it, she then told me I had to leave before something happened.

I went home, jerked off, with a big grin on my face, and came like never before, just thinking of that kiss and what might lay ahead.

All I could think of was what had happened at Karen's place, were my fantasies going to become real. 

I called a few days later and we went out for dinner, then back to her room to talk.

We were sitting on her bed, Karen at one end, me at the other. When she suddenly asked if I thought it would hurt our friendship any if we were to make love.

Well a guy isn't about to get that kind of question wrong.

I told her that I only thought that it would strengthen our friendship.

Well that was all she had to here.

She crawled over to me and started kissing me.

Everything happened so fast, she had my T-shirt off, I started removing her top, before I knew it there before my eyes were the tits that I had only dreamed of.

I sucked and licked her nipples making her moan. I pinched one nipple while sucking the other, yes this was happening.

She had already started to undo my pants, and when she got a hold of my cock, a smile came across her face.

Karen stripped of the rest of her clothes and got on top of me.

She wrapped her small fingers around my hard cock and guided me right inside her pussy, and lowered herself down onto my hard 7 inch cock.

Karen started screaming, Oh god you're big, oh yes your cock fills my cunt.

I was in shock, I couldn't believe Karen was saying cock and cunt. I found out she loved to talk dirty during sex.

I reached up and sucked her nipples and she was telling me to fuck her, fuck my cunt, fill my cunt with your big cock, fuck meee.

I was certain the other people in the house could hear her, but I didn't care if she didn't, I was just enjoying the feeling of my first fuck.

She was riding my cock and telling me how much she loved the feel of my big cock inside her.

Then she was almost in tears, I had given her an orgasm, she started kissing me and thanking me for making her cum.

She kept on riding my cock until finally we flipped over and I started fucking harder until I shot my load, deep inside her, it felt wonderful.

I didn't tell her that she had just taken my virginity, I told her years later in a letter.

Looking back maybe I should have told her, she might have taught me some more, after all she had tutored me before.

We rested for a while and she started to fondle my cock and before long it was time for round two.

The thing that always gets me excited thinking back was her talking during sex, fuck me, fuck my cunt with your big hard cock, I want you to cum inside me, I want you to cum with me, fuck me, fuck my cunt, oh I love your cock.

To this day if I need some relief, I think back to Karen, I close my eyes and know, it wasn't a dream , it was a fantasy come true.



My Tutor and Crush



After my first year of college, I was in serious trouble. I was taking pre-med classes and needed to take organic chemistry again in the fall. This was because I was about to flunk it, and my professor allowed me to take an incomplete instead of failing me.

So I went back home for the summer to work with my friends at a landscaping company and knew that had to somehow get help with organic chemistry. 

When I was younger, my next door neighbor, Paulina, babysat me. She not only was my favorite babysitter but also was funny and beautiful. She was seven years older than me and had medium-length straight light blonde hair, light blue eyes, long legs, and a slight build (she was a runner). As you can tell, I had a BIG crush on her. 

When she used to baby-sit me, she always liked to call me her "boyfriend" and would be very touchy. We would hug, have tickle fights, play games like Twister, and even cuddle up next to each other to watch tv. We got along so well. 

In time, she got a scholarship to attend a great college in the south. She always wanted to be a doctor. After she left, we didn't really see each other. 

Well, I ran across her mother early in the summer and learned that Paulina was back in the area again. This time she was going to medical school. Her mother suggested that I call her to say "hi," and ask her if she knew anyone who could tutor me in organic chemistry. As you can guess, I jumped at the chance.

Paulina was great on the phone. Just as funny as she used to be. I told her about my situation, and she offered to tutor me herself. We worked out a schedule and saw each other a week later.

I went to her apartment, and she opened the door. Wow, she looked just as beautiful as I had remembered. Her hair was still light blond and her eyes sparkled, but she looked a little shorter than I remembered. I now was a little taller than she was. Paulina was wearing green sweatpants, running sneakers, and an old blue t-shirt. It was difficult not to stare at her.

She sat me down on her couch, offered me a drink, and kept telling how good it was to see me and that I really had grown up. As she was talking to me, she kept touching my knee and inching closer to me. It felt so normal. We talked and reminisced. She asked me if I had remembered the games that we had used to play together. I told her how much fun I had playing them. She asked if we could play a game as a study break, and I leapt at the opportunity. 

After an hour of organic chem, she pulled out Twister. We handed the spinner to each other and told the other person what to do. In no time, we were knotted together. I was above her with a great view of her crotch. She was in a crab position looking at my crotch of my shorts. For my next move, I had to reach between her legs and rubbed against her inner thigh. This got me. I felt my dick get hard. Paulina, then noticed it, and joked how I had really grown up. We laughed and kept playing. 

Eventually, her butt was right below my crotch. She them decided to brush her ass against my erection. We both became really quiet as she did this. She then kicked my leg out, and we landed on top of each other. She turned over and our eyes met. We slowly leaned closer to each other and kissed.   

As we kissed more and more, we really began grinding against each other. She flipped me over and straddled my hips. She then stopped kissing my lips and began playfully kissing down my torso and pulling off my shirt. This went on for a while until she hesitated and then began kissing my shorts. It felt great, and I slowly squirmed out of my shorts. Luckily enough my sweat made my underwear stick to the shorts so they both came off at once. 

She stopped kissing me when she saw my erect cock. It must have surprised her to see it. The kid that she used to baby-sit, was older, naked under her, and had a pretty large penis waiting for her. She didn't say a word, but started lightly kissing my cock. In time, she sucked it a little and then sucked it a lot while jacking me off. It took all my willpower not to cum right there and then. 

I was so curious to see what my crush looked liked naked. I had dreamed of her for years and always wanted to have sex with her. The first time that I had masturbated, I thought of Paulina. Now I was flipping her over so that I could devour her.

I knelt between her legs, leaned forward so that my hands were on either side of her shoulders, and then let my knees slide down to her knees. She could feel part of my weight on her and my erect cock rubbing against her crotch.

We kissed together. I kissed down her clothed torso, and then pulled off her shirt. I vividly remember how floored I was when I saw her breasts. I didn't know what I was expecting but was fascinated by her small pale breasts and light pink nipples. That really started my LOVE of nipples. I circled her nipples with my tongue and then lapped at them at she rang her fingers through my hair.

In time, she kicked off her sneakers and slid out of her sweatpants. I began kissing lower, over her gray cotton panties, and saw this soaking wet area over her vagina. I kissed and licked her inner thighs, and she began pulling down her panties. 

I had two sexual partners before that night, and neither of them was blonde. I guess that I expected her pubic hair to be light blonde like the hair on her head but it was light brown. I looked up at her, and she was staring at me with these big blue eyes. Our eyes met, and then I started lightly licking her clit. When I looked up again, Paulina’s head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, she was smiling, and her right fingers were playing with her left nipple. My licks became larger and larger until I could really taste her wetness and stick my tongue just into her opening. My middle finger eventually slid in and out of her, and my fingertip pressed and circled her g-spot as my tongue played with her clit.

This all got to be too much for Paulina, so she quickly stood up, ran to the bedroom, came back, laid me on my back, and ripped open a condom. Her fist jacked my erect cock a few times, she licked the pre-cum of the tip, and pulled the condom down my swollen cock. She then straddled my hips, gave me a long kiss, then guided my cock to her wet opening. 

She slowly sat down on my cock. Letting it in an inch, popping up, then easing down on another inch of it. I felt her wetness dripping down my cock as she kept repeating her motions until she had at least three-quarters of my cock in her. I then grabbed her hips and slowly began thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy. She made soft, high-pitched moans with each thrust. Her left forefinger slipped into my mouth as her left fingers rubbed her firm clit. We got really good at that, and then my thumbs and forefingers rubbed her swollen nipples as her hands grabbed my hairy chest so that she could brace herself to rock back and forth on my cock. 

I pulled her off my fat cock, gave her a long kiss, and knelt her in front of the couch. He knees wee on the rug and arms were on the couch, as I straddled her legs from behind. My cocktip was rubbing against her clit until her hand guided my cock into her pussy. She commanded me to enter her slowly. She was incredibly wet and gasped as I slid a little bit into her and then out, and then in again. After a few minutes she had almost all of me in her. I slowly slid the last inch in as she reached back to grasp my legs and grit her teeth. When I was all in, we didn’t move as my cock throbbed and her vagina spasmed. She then said, “now!” I slowly slid almost all the way out and then back in. Paulina screamed, “oh fuck!” I repeated the thrust over and over again, each time a little faster. We both were swearing and yelling. I leaned over and held her breasts from behind as one of her hand found her clit. She rubbed her clit quickly and hard, and I made sure that she could feel every inch of me. She then yelled that she was coming. Her pussy clinched me harder than a fist. 

She had a long orgasm, quickly slid off my cock, and sat on the couch with her legs open and out. I slid my cock back in Paulina’s pussy as we moaned in pleasure. My arms held her legs up, and my cock thrust deep in her, as she squeezed my nipples while demanding for me to cum. I soon nodded that I was about to cum. She pulled my cock out of her, tore off the condom, and viciously jacked my cock. My cocktip swelled, I moaned, and her fist kept jacking my cock until I shot cum all over her. A little hit her hair and cheek, and line of cum went down her chest, and a puddle of cum was on her stomach. She massaged the cum all over on her left nipple and then leaned up to kiss me.   

That was the first wonderful night of probably my best summer ever.