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Sean

By: jacksgirl



I nervously headed into the restaurant, the last member of the party to join the group. I knew Sue and Dave, but Dave had arranged for a friend of his to make up the foursome with us. All I knew was that his name was Sean and he was older. I’ve always preferred older men, but was wondering if Dave’s definition of Older was like mine. 

I also realize blind dates as a rule, are disastrous. In fact, the last time I did that, I swore never again. But, you know, it’s Saturday night and I’m not doing much more than living the life of a hermit lately. And there’s always that flicker of Hope that maybe this time will be different.

I spotted Sue right away as I approached the table. Dave and a really nice looking older man stood while Sue made the introductions. The man named Sean held my chair while I was seated. One of the neat things about being with older men is they remember their manners.

Ok, I remember my manners, too, usually, but there was just something about Sean that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. We had several good conversations, but though I knew Dave and Sue and reminded myself I should look at them when speaking; for some reason, I just wanted to look at Sean. Then I became self-conscious that I was staring, so I’d just look down and hope he couldn’t see my face was hot and embarrassed.

I am not a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher, I kept reminding myself, but I’m acting like I’m a love smitten adolescent. The waitress brought another round of drinks. Yes, when in doubt you’re not being socially acceptable, have another drink.  That always helps. Here I just met this guy and I’m already talking to myself. This is not good.

Before I knew it, everyone was getting up, and saying their good-byes. Outwardly I stood, and said Good-bye and was walking out the door with the others. Inside, though, I was protesting, the evening can’t be over!!! I just met Sean; I can’t bear to go back to my small apartment alone!

The next thing I knew, Sue and Dave were driving away, and Sean, bless his heart, looked at me with something in his eyes I didn’t recognize. “You look rather reluctant to say good-bye.”

“Is it that obvious? I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.”

“Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a grown woman blush so often.”

“Well, I may look like a grown woman, but inside I….uh…Oh, shit.” I looked down at my hands helplessly not knowing what to say. He stepped a little closer, took my hand and said, “Would you like to walk for awhile?” “Uh, yes, that would be nice.”

Thankfully he started out carrying the conversation, and I really can speak intelligently with just about anybody. When I’m not smitten with unspoken infatuation or lust or whatever this was I was feeling. We walked, and I guess I didn’t realize he was turning just where I was, until we stopped in front of my apartment building. I said, “This is where I live.”

He looked down and smiled and said, “You don’t say!!”  Well, I felt a bit foolish. But, you know I had to try the line I’ve heard in all the movies. “Would you like to come in for a drink or coffee or something?” “Yes, I’d like that.”
Well, once I got him up to my apartment, I wasn’t really quite sure what to do with him. I mean, I’ve been with men before, of course, though not many and it had been some time. Still, there was a presence about Sean that unsettled me. Not in a creepy or bad way, just in an …unsettling way. Like he could read my mind. Or look into my eyes and see my soul. Not good, Karen, be careful I told myself. Then as part of me was still wondering about all this, thankfully the courteous part took over.

“Would you like a drink? Or coffee?” I asked.

“What will you be having?” He looked all too masculine and large in my small apartment.

“Personally, I’d rather have a cup of coffee, but you can have whatever you like.” I stopped in sort of a panic, realizing that could be taken in a couple of different ways.
“Coffee’s fine.” He sat on my sofa while I quickly made coffee. 

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” I admitted, and thinking it looked rude to sit Too far apart from him, I sat on the opposite end of the same couch.

“Perhaps I could just help you relax a bit. You know, break the ice, so to speak.” And suddenly he was right by me, holding me in his arms and we were engaged in the most luscious kiss. Oh. I’m not that nervous anymore. Well, maybe, but soon getting over it.

Finally we broke for a breath, and then resumed kissing. “A man who knows how to kiss has always been my weakness,” I said sounding stupid in my own ears. In the back of my mind, I’m aware that he’s using the oldest trick in the men’s dating guide; appearing to caress me with his arm around my back, all the while unfastening my bra under my blouse. Only I had no intention of protesting or trying to get him to stop. 

Soon my bra was practically off me, my blouse was unbuttoned, and to make things easier, I just shrugged out of them. “Oh, my, you have the loveliest breasts.” 

“Uh, thank you.” I’ve heard that just a few times before, of course, but still wasn’t sure how to respond. He began stroking my breasts, and running his fingers over my nipples, which were, by the way, instantly erect. 

Now, at this point, even though I’m half undressed, I’m never sure about the protocol here. I realize his cock is growing under his trousers, but I never was bold enough to just grab a man’s privates, you know, as if I were Checking on their condition. I mean, he was all over my naked tits, but is it ok, to just manhandle a man’s crotch under these circumstances? Not knowing what to do, I just quit worrying, thinking it’s ok to just leave the pace up to the man. But, damn it, sometimes I wish I had a little more experience in these things.

I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, and knowing it was inevitable, it wasn’t all that alarming to me to have his hand running up my inner thigh, under my skirt, and rubbing slightly against my garter and the top of my stockings. “Wait a minute!”

“What!?!”

He stopped moving and just backed up a bit, with an incredulous look on his face. Like a little distance would help him see me better. “You have no panties on!”
“Uh, yeah. Is that ok?”

“You mean to tell me you were at the restaurant this whole time surrounded by strange people with a short skirt and nothing on underneath except a garter and stockings?”

“Well, damn it, they weren’t ALL strangers. I knew Sue and Dave.” Though that sounded like a really dumb thing to say.

“But your pussy is naked and just….there…..for any man to see and touch.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Stranger, but I am well aware of that. For your information, I didn’t want to keep this date, and had the distinct feeling Sue was setting me up. So, since I let myself be talked into this….Blind Date, I determined that I would go ahead and Risk being found out and it would serve her right. Plus whoever had a mind to Get that far with me, to discover it!”

I was pretty upset, but he just sat there looking at me with a look on his face, like he was watching the most amusing bit of entertainment he’d seen in some time.

“Well?!?” I said, emphatically, thinking at any time, he’s going to want to jump up and bolt for the door. He, by the way, was still fully dressed.

“Well, what?” He still was smiling at me but with a mischievous grin on his face. I’m not sure I like what I saw there. “You enjoy being the bad girl, don’t you?”

“Me? I’m not the bad girl! I don’t cuss, much. I don’t see men hardly at all, and I don’t date strange men I’ve never met before.”

“On the contrary, I’ve heard you cuss plenty tonight. You saw plenty of strange men in a restaurant knowing you were practically nude underneath. You asked me, a Complete Stranger, up to your apartment, and then allowed me to undress you after a brief interval of half a cup of coffee. I think you enjoy very much being the bad girl. And now I understand why you have that nervous, poor little girl me act about you. You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to sound indignant, but he was kissing me again. “Just this, I think you know you’re being bad enough to be punished. But now you’re going to protest and tell me that’s not what you’re asking for. All this time, though, I know you are.”

“You’re not going to beat me and rape me, are you?” I must’ve looked worried, but he chuckled and said, “No, Karen, I’ve never taken a woman against her will. And I promise you here and now I will never beat you. I do, however, know you’ve been practically begging me for a spanking ever since, well, apparently before we even met.”

At this speech, before I even had time to protest or argue or complain, he had pulled me across his lap, and held my back with his left arm, while his right hand was lifting my skirt, and I felt the cool air against my naked ass. “Just what do you think you’re doing, Mr….Mr. Sean?” 

He was just sitting there stroking my ass lightly with his fingertips. “Didn’t your parents ever give you the spanking you so richly deserve?”

“No. No one’s ever done that…” and my voice just kind of trailed off into nothing.

“But you’ve always wanted them to, am I correct?”

“Don’t be silly. Why would I ever want…. that?” But before I could get that sentence out, Whack! His hand hit my ass. “Ow! That hurts.”

“Good. It was meant to.” Whack! He hit me again, and again. Ten hard sharp smacks on my ass, and, though I never would’ve admitted it to him, I did, in some perverse way I still don’t understand; like it.

I thought he was going to let me up, but he just held me there across his lap, running his hand over my hot swollen ass. Ok, maybe it wasn’t swollen, but it sure felt large and hot. Then before I knew what was happening, his fingers were exploring my pussy and to my dismay, she was really creamy. So much so, I was beginning to hope I was staining his nice trousers. Would serve him right!

He helped me up, and then stood, picked me up, and carried me to my bedroom. Somehow, my skirt just fell away, and when he set me gently down on the bed, I wore only my garter and stockings. He stood next to the bed quickly undressing, while I pulled my grandmother’s quilt off the bed. I’m sure she may have gotten cum stains on it in her time, but it just didn’t seem right to get our cum stains on it.

He sat up against the pillows and though I really meant to look at his face, all I could look at was his very large Cock. “Oh, My! Can I touch it?” He was smiling at me, but didn’t say anything. And knowing I didn’t really need permission, I just gingerly kind of….touched it. Lightly with my fingertips. Here and there, and running them around and under and encircling it with my fingers. He was moaning softly, but making no move to stop me, so I just got comfortably closer, and continued playing as if it were a new toy.

Soon, I was lying on my stomach, and bringing that large luscious cock to my lips. OH, he tasted good. I ran my tongue around and around. Holding him in various ways with my fingers and licking the seam up and down the center. Then ran my tongue around under the little ridge. A nice large head! How lovely! Oh, this was the most fun I’ve had in some time.

“Enjoying yourself?” His voice brought me back to the present.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Are you?”

“Very much so.”

Soon, I just pulled him into my mouth and made a game out of seeing how far in I could suck him. He hit the back of my throat, but I made room, and realized I could take him in much deeper than I’d thought. Oh, the suction part was kinda fun. I used to suck my thumb when I was little and it was pretty much just like that, only much larger of course. But comforting, and soothing to be sucking and humming….. The cock itself was the center of my world and for a time, I was able to almost forget there was a man attached to it! I hummed, and pulled him in tighter, latching him to the roof of my mouth, and sucking on it like I’d never let it go. It was getting fatter, and almost growing even more, as if that were even possible. Then the cum was oozing and shooting into my mouth. Oh, he had a good taste. I swallowed, and licked some from the corner of my mouth and swallowed again.

I raised up reluctantly and wondered what I should do next, but he pulled me up closer to his chest, rolled me over, and without so much as a preliminary tease, his cock found my pussy and shoved himself into her with a firm hard stroke. OH!!!! I haven’t been fucked in some time. But this was great!!! He wasn’t exactly mean or brutal, but it was definitely firm and insistent! He held me by the shoulders, kissed my sticky mouth and just fucked me like there was no tomorrow, and it just occurred to me, like maybe he hadn’t had sex in some time either.

We came at the same time, which I’d always heard about but it never really happened to me. Then I was lying like a rag doll in his arms, and laid my head against his chest.

“That was incredible.”

“Yes, it was.” What a stupid thing to say. Am I ever going to quit saying dumb things? Maybe after I get to know him a little better? I’m also going to have to quit talking to myself.

“Do you have to work tomorrow?”

“No, do you?” “No, but I was inviting myself to stay.” I wanted to say I’m not the only one to say dumb things, but I don’t know him that well yet to say that.

“You are the most amazing cock sucker I’ve ever met.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, so thank you. And you taste marvelous.” He just held me, and soon we were both snoozing away…


Sean & Catherine's Honeymoon Night



The real story of what happened on the Bachelor Sean & Catherine's Honeymoon

"What happened Sean?"

Within a few minutes of Sean Lowe being handcuffed to the bed naked, Chris Harrison from the Bachelor hit TV show was there with his camera crew. With the key to the handcuffs left on the nightstand and with the camera rolling, a member of the crew unlocked Sean and allowed him to get dressed while still on camera. There in the hotel suite was the entire entourage, the cameraman, the sound man, the lighting man, the director, producer, and assorted assistants. Looking more as if he was shooting a movie rather than being a concerned friend, the camera recorded Sean's real, raw emotions live as they happened.

"They took her, Chris," said Sean getting dressed. "Catherine is gone."

"Who took her, Sean?"

"Two masked men were here with guns drawn. As soon as Catherine emerged from the bathroom in her white, lacy, see-through, sexy panty and bra beneath her white, lacy, see-through, sexy robe, they appeared from out of nowhere with guns. Obviously they were hiding somewhere in the suite waiting for the right moment to surprise us."

"Then, what happened?"

"What happened? I just told you. Overpowering me and threatening to kill me, they handcuffed me to the bed and gagged me so that I couldn't call for help," said Sean.

Obviously more interested in Catherine's sexy, nearly naked appearance than in what happened to Sean, Chris looked at Sean as if he didn't even care that he was handcuffed to the bed.

"No, I mean, what happened when Catherine emerged from the bathroom wearing that sexy outfit," said Chris smiling while raising his eyebrows and giving the guys behind him the high five sign. "What happened then?"

Sean looked at Chris not sure of his meaning.

"Um, Catherine tried covering her nakedness but one of the men grabbed her," said Sean. "Staring at me, taunting me, and teasing me while I was helplessly handcuffed to the bed, they touched and felt her everywhere I haven't had a chance to touch and feel her."

Chris Harrison gave Sean Lowe a sexually excited look.

"So, they felt your wife's tits?"

"Yes, they not only felt and fondled her big tits but also they reached inside of her bra to cup her breasts while fingering her nipples too," said Sean.

Chris Harrison adjusted his obvious stiffening erection through the outside of his pants.

"And, no doubt, they felt Catherine's pussy through her panty too? Right?"

"Yes, one of the men cupped her pussy through her panty before sticking his hand down the front of her panty while fingering her. Not only did they feel her pussy through her panty but inside of her panty too," said Sean.

"And of course they felt and fondled her magnificent ass, right? She does have a nice ass, right guys," said Chris turning to his crew. "No offense Sean, I hope you don't mind me stating the obvious when it comes to your shapely wife's round, firm ass."

"Gees, Chris. You sound as if you're getting off on two men groping my wife's tits, pussy, and ass," said Sean showing some anger.

"I'm just trying to clarify things for our TV audience Sean, is all," said Chris. "You didn't answer my question. Did they feel Catherine's ass or not Sean?"

"Yes, they had their wicked way with her magnificent ass too as they did with all of her body parts. Feeling her ass while squeezing her ass, they slapped her ass," said Sean with anger.

"Bastards," said Chris. "No good dirty bastards to use and abuse a man's wife in that salacious way."

"Sorry to accuse you of lusting over my wife, Chris, but Catherine is a beautiful women, made even more beautiful by what little she was wearing or not wearing," said Sean. "Parading around the suite in her sexy lingerie, we thought we were alone."

"So they saw your wife," said Chris obviously getting sexually excited by the conversation.

"Saw my wife? Of course they saw my wife. They took her," said Sean shooting Chris a dirty albeit confused look.

"No, what I meant, is they saw Catherine practically naked," said Chris.

"God yes," said Sean holding his head in his hands. "With what little she was wearing they could see everything," he said. "Can we move on from the topic of Catherine's nudity?"

"My apologies Sean but just for clarity sake and for the audience's understanding and sexual pleasure at home—",

"Sexual pleasure? What in the Hell are you talking about Chris," said Sean.

"It should be of no surprise to you Sean, being that you are not only the Bachelor but a contestant on our previous show, as well as a regular viewer, that men masturbate over the sexy bachelorettes while watching our program," said Chris.

"I understand. No explanation necessary. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I've masturbated while thinking of some of the women before being engaged to and marrying Catherine," said Sean.

"I as well," said Chris.

"You as well what?" Sean gave Chris a dirty stare.

"I'm not embarrassed to admit that I've masturbated over the thoughts of Catherine as well as some of the other young ladies giving me hot sex," said Chris.

"That's really not appropriate Chris and a bit too much information," said Sean.

"Getting back to topic, Catherine nearly naked, when you say they could see everything, do you mean that they saw her tits?"

"Yes they saw her tits."

"Did they see her pussy?"

"Yes they saw her pussy, too."

"And did they also see her ass too?"

"Yes. They saw every intimate, personal, and sexual part of her," said Sean. "What the Hell kind of questions are these Chris? What kind of audience at home wants to know what my new bride was wearing or not wearing when two, masked men took her?"

"In answer to your question, Sean, this is a new reality TV show spun off from the Bachelor called, Taken and Forced."

"Taken and Forced?" Sean looked at Chris with a face filled with horror and foreboding. "Being that Catherine was taken, you don't think these two men would do all that I wanted to do to my wife but haven't had the chance to do, do you?"

"Well, with you waiting so long to have sex, too long, that virgin philosophy of yours is biting you in the ass now. I dare say that those two men have already done everything that you've been wanting to do to your lovely wife," said Chris with a sad nod of his head. "I'm sure they've already forced her to have their wicked, sexual way with them. I'm so sorry Sean to be the bearer of bad news."

"No, I can't believe it. My poor Catherine," said Sean. "My poor, sweet, innocent Catherine."

"If it's any consolation, just for the record Sean," said Chris.

"Yes?"

"In the way that you were saving yourself for Catherine, Catherine wasn't saving herself for you. You must have known that your wife wasn't a virgin," said Chris. "Right?"

"Yes, I knew Catherine wasn't a virgin. So what? She told me that she's had a couple of lovers," said Sean. "Being that she was honest, upfront about it, and told me about the two men she had sex with in her past, I was okay with that and I don't see what this has to do with her being a virgin."

"I see," said Chris.

"Abstaining from sex is my personal decision for religious reasons. Being a virgin is more about my religious beliefs and convictions. Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean that everyone must be a virgin too," said Sean with conviction.

"I understand," said Chris. "You're a better man than me to wait to have sex. Actually, I'm sorry for having to tell you this but Catherine has had more than a couple of lovers."

"She has? I didn't know that," said Sean. "What's more than a couple?"

"To be honest and I'm sorry to tell you this Sean, but Catherine is a bit of a slut. Actually, to be brutally honest with you, some men may even call her a whore. Just from what we were able to dig up from her past, we stopped counting the men she's been sexually intimate with after we discovered two dozen sexual romances," said Chris. "From all that we've uncovered there are many more than that."

"I see," said Sean stiffening his jaw. "Well that doesn't matter right now. What matters more is finding her and getting her back. I can discuss her sexual life with my wife in private, if you don't mind."

"Of course," said Chris. "Just so you know the full extent of what happened to Catherine. You realize, of course, that the men who took her will probably sell her," said Chris.

"Sell her? Sell my wife? They can't sell my wife, can they? Catherine is not for sale," said Sean getting angry. "They can't sell people, can they? I mean, what kind of animal would sell her? What kind of person would buy her?"

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of my bad news, Sean, but I'm sure she's already on a plane and on her way to Sheikh Khalifa of Abu Dhabi or to the Sultan of Brunei," said Chris with sadness.

"The Sheikh? The Sultan? No, say it's not true Chris. Say it's not true," said Sean beginning to cry. "I can't believe it. Oh, my poor, sweet, innocent Catherine."

"Being that she's had lots of lovers, Sean, you realize that even though Catherine may be sweet, she is not so innocent," said Chris.

"Yes, yes, I know that. You've told me that already," said Sean. "What does any of that matter now?"

"Just so you know before we involve the FBI, we received a ransom note a little while ago," said Chris.

"A ransom note? I don't understand. What would billionaires what with my money?"

"It's not your money that they want, Sean. In exchange for Catherine, they want you," said Chris handing Sean the ransom note.

"Me? Why would they want me?"

Sean read the ransom note before returning his attention to Chris.

"Who knows what goes on in the minds of men who don't worship our God, the true God," said Chris. "Fortunately or unfortunately, where we like it or not, the popular Bachelor and Bachelorette programs are now part of our American culture. Unfortunately along with our success, we've become a target for terrorists' organizations. In the past few months and worse with the announcement of your televised wedding, we've received hundreds of threats of violence against you and your lovely bride. We turn all such correspondences over to the FBI. No doubt, once whoever took Catherine has you in exchange for her, they'll probably sever your head just to post it online to show the rest of the world what they do to infidels."

"If that's what I must do to save Catherine, I'll gladly go in her place," said Sean holding his head high while playing the brave hero willing to do anything to save his new bride from a horrible fate by taking on that horrible fate as his own. "I only wish I could have had one night alone with her naked."

"Not to pour more salt in your open wound, Sean, but along with the ransom note, I have pictures of your wife, formerly Catherine Giudici, now Mrs. Sean Lowe," said Chris pulling out a small stack of sexually explicit photos of Catherine doing the down and dirty with her two masked captors.

He handed the photos to Sean. As soon as Sean saw his naked wife and having sex with two naked men but for their masks, he looked angry.

"Oh my God! I can't believe it. These photos are so disturbing. Have you seen these pictures?" He looked to Chris.

"We've all seen them, Sean," said Chris picking up the photos to look at them again while turning to his entourage and giving them the thumbs up. "As soon as we received them, we've been passing them around all morning," said Chris. "Chuck, our cameraman, has been in the bathroom all morning with them. She's such a beautiful woman and even more beautiful without her clothes."

"Watch it! That's my wife you're talking about and leering at. Give me those photos," said Sean pulling them from Chris' hand while giving Chuck a dirty look.

"Sorry Sean," said Chris.

"Well, obviously by these sexually, explicit photos, they've already had their wicked way with my wife," said Sean looking at them again. "They've done everything to her and more than I'd actually ever do to her beautiful body. I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. Poor, poor Catherine."

"I'm sorry Sean," said Chris taking ownership of the photos again. "In this photo, she's obviously blowing one man while the other is boning her doggie style. I can't tell from this angle if he's having anal sex with her or not," said Chris looking more closely at the photo while moving it sideways.

"Give me those," said Sean. "Jesus, that's my wife you're ogling. Have some respect. What's wrong with you people? Have you no common decency? Have you no sensitivity?"

"Sorry Sean. Being that we're only interested in ratings, I'm only trying to be of help. And in that regard, I need to ask your permission to share these photos with the rest of America," said Chris.

"Pardon? You want my permission for you to broadcast naked photos of my wife having nasty sex with two men when I've yet to see my wife naked and have nasty sex with her, not that having sex with my wife would be nasty, I'm just saying," said Sean.

"Yes, I understand," said Chris. "I think showing America these nude photos of Catherine, along with her masked assailants, will help in identifying them and will go a long way in helping to find her."

"Okay, if you think sharing these naked photos of Catherine will help find her," said Sean giving Chris the photos again. "I'll do anything to get her back, even give you permission to show my naked wife having sex with her masked kidnappers on TV," said Sean.

Chris aligned the photos on the bed to allow his cameraman to show them on national TV.

As soon as the cameraman showed the photos of Catherine naked and sucking and fucking her two captors, Catherine walked in the Honeymoon suite wearing her skimpy lingerie.

"Catherine! Oh, my God, are you alright?"

"I'm fine Honey," she said giggling. "The whole thing was a joke, a setup to get you. Did we get you?"

"Get me? A joke? What am I on Punked? I don't understand," said Sean.

"This is a new reality TV show we're premiering tonight Sean that shows our bachelors and bachelorettes in compromising positions without their clothes. We discovered that we're losing viewers and some of our market share, so we thought we'd spice up the show a little bit by showing Catherine naked in exchange for buying you two lovebirds your first house.

"Cover yourself, Catherine," said Sean grabbing a blanket to cover his new bride.

"Oh, don't worry. Everyone has already seen every part of me," said Catherine waving an unembarrassed and unashamed hand while laughing and pushing the blanket aside. "I'm so used to walking around naked now that I feel like a stripper."

"So, those photos of you are real and not photo shopped?"

"Let me see them." Catherine perused the naked photos of herself. "Naked, naked, naked, yeah, that's all me," she said with a laugh. 

"And is that you really having sex with two masked men?"

"Sex? Don't be silly," said Catherine making a face, rolling her eyes, and shrugging. "I'd never have sex with another man again. I'd never cheat on you, my husband. We were just acting?"

"Acting? Some kind of acting. It looks pretty real to me. And who are the two men?"

"That's Chris humping my face and fucking my mouth and that's Chuck fucking me from behind," said Catherine giving Chris a smile and Chuck the eye. 

Sean reached down to retrieve one of the photos.

"I don't consider you having a cock buried in your mouth and another cock buried in your pussy acting," said Sean. "How dare you stick your cock in my wife's mouth, Chris, and how dare you fuck my wife's pussy from behind, Chuck," said Sean.

"Actually, Sean, Chuck was fucking my ass and not my pussy," said Catherine. "I had to make it look real Sean," she said rolling her eyes and giving her husband a shrug. "Duh? I had to make it appear that I was really kidnapped, taken, and forced actually. Whoo hoo, I've been taken and I've been forced," she said stripping herself naked, holding up her arms, and twirling around the room. "Now this is what I mean by Grown Sexy," she said laughing. "I've grown sexy."

"I can't believe I married a whore," said Sean removing his wedding ring. "I want a divorce, an annulment," said Sean. "I want all of you out of my life and out of my hotel suite. Get out! Get out now! Go! Leave me in peace. Only, before you go Chris," said Sean pulling Chris aside and whispering, "can you e-mail me the contact names and e-mail addresses of the women I turned down for Catherine? Just the top five will be plenty. I'm sure I can pick a good woman to marry from one of them."

"Sure, no problem, Sean. That's the least that I can do," said Chris shaking Sean's hand.

* * * * *

"Walter," said Connie nudging her husband. "Walter? Come to bed. You fell asleep again watching TV."

"Oh, darn, I missed seeing Catherine in her wedding dress. I was watching that Sean Lowe and Catherine Giudici's wedding when I must have dozed. She's such a beautiful woman. I really like her...a lot," he said. "She has big tits and a wicked hot body."

"I can see that," said his wife staring down at her husband's exposed prick. "Unless you plan on using that thing on me, which you haven't in years, put that thing away and come to bed."

"You go use the bathroom first. I'll be up in a minute," he said. "I, um, need to do something down here first."

As soon as his wife headed upstairs, Walter grabbed some tissues from the coffee table, reclined back his easy chair, and started masturbating while imagining Catherine naked.

"Oh, my God, I wish I was Sean having sex with Catherine. I'd bang her, really bang her, after she sucked my cock. She's grown so sexy."

"Walter! I can hear you. Come to bed. Now!"

THE END



Sean and Ginny



My name is Sean Schwartz and before you laugh wait until I tell the story of how I got my name and my beautiful wife. Her hair is grey now and her walk a bit slower than it was when we first met 45 years ago. I don't think she weighs five pounds more now than she did then nor have her patrician features altered one bit. When I think back about all the twists and turns our lives have taken, I marvel at the good luck, and some of the bad, that has brought us to this point of our lives.

Sean

I was born 60 years ago to Patrick and Ester Riley. Yes, my father was a handsome, boisterous, Irish charmer and my mother, a quiet strong willed, Jewish beauty. She was a bookkeeper for the trucking company his father owned. To say their families disapproved of their dating would be mild compared to the ruckus raised on both sides when they became engaged. There was no thought of a religious wedding, nor would either side bend as to where it should be held, or if they would even attend. So they eloped. My father was a big man, 6'2" and just over 200 pounds, my mother, next to him was elphin at 5'4" and maybe 110 pounds. They were both redheads and both had the tempers to match. To this day I will never forget some of the arguments they had or the love they showed each other in spite of their temperaments. They had some wondrous donnybrooks but I never saw him lay a hand on her. She was inconsolable when he died in a bar fight, the other guy had a gun. I was eight years old and my sisters were six and five. My mother couldn't support us so we moved back to her family on the near north side of Chicago. There, after a year, she met and married Sam Schwartz. While my father was a volatile charmer, Sam was a scholarly quiet accountant and if I had to compare them I would guess that Sam would be the better father of the two. Of course I was older by then but Sam gave me the same love but better guidance than Pat would have. He shaped me and motivated me to become a better person than my father had been. When I was ten he said to my mother,

"I want to adopt your children. You are Jewish and according to Jewish law, so are your children. It's time they learned of their heritage and it's time for Sean to study for his Bar Mitzvah."

So the Riley kids became the Schwartz kids and when I became thirteen I took on my middle name, Aaron. My sisters, Jenny and Molly had no reason to change their first names. We never lost contact with Pat's family, since we still lived not too far away, and we were always invited to the baptisms, confirmations, weddings and even the funerals. I was always Sean to them. At fourteen, when I entered high school, I started to shoot up and fill out. By sixteen I was six feet tall and 175 pounds and second string quarterback on the high school football team. It was then when I met Ginny, Virginia Wilkes.

Ginny

My name is Virginia Schwartz and the odds against my being here, married to the man I always loved, are almost beyond belief. Sean and I met 45 years ago when we were in high school, we are almost exactly the same age and we had many of the same classes. I knew him then as Aaron. He was on the football team and I was a cheer leader. I think I fell in love with him at first sight. He was six feet tall, red haired, handsome and had a smile that could charm the proverbial 'snake out of a tree'. He had a Jewish name but he looked as Irish as Paddy's pig. My maiden name was Wilkes my family was as WASPy as could be. My mother was a DAR and bragged her ancestors had come over on the Mayflower. The ones on my father's side were, Johnny come latelies, who got here just after the Revolution. Unfortunately my grandfather, the banker, lost most of the family fortune, and the bank, in the Great Depression. So my father, instead of owning a bank, now worked in one. Aaron and I started lunching together in our sophomore year and soon started dating. I knew I couldn't bring an Aaron Schwartz home without my mother having a fit so I would meet him outside. When the Senior Prom came along and he had to pick me up, I just introduced him as Sean. My mother inquiring, as mothers do,

"He is a handsome boy. He looks Irish. Is he Catholic?"

Which to her, would have been as bad as Jewish, even though Kennedy had already been elected president.

"Of course not."

But I didn't say what his religion was. 

I lost my virginity to Aaron on the night of the senior prom. His cousin Eddie was in the same graduating class. Eddie's father was in the family trucking business and as a side line had developed a limousine service. So we two couples had this marvelous stretch limo all to ourselves. Eddie kept calling Aaron, Sean and I got into doing the same, maybe it made me feel better after deceiving my parents. Eddie and his date started necking even before we got to the dance and I have to admit, it turned me on watching them. Sean and I did a little petting too, I just didn't want to mess my hair or my makeup. The slow dancing that night warmed me up even more and like many American virgins I became a woman on the way home. I watched Karen (Eddie's date) give Eddie a blow job with her strapless gown down around her waist. Sean was sucking my tit and fingering my pussy at the same time. I opened Sean's zipper and pulled out his circumcised cock and marveled at the size and firmness of it. I slipped off the seat and took it in my mouth and he groaned,

"Don't do that too long or I will cum in your mouth."

I didn't have any real experience at that point, I had only dated Sean, and I was only following Karen's example. I just looked up and nodded and he came. I didn't know what to do or what to expect. When he came my cheeks puffed out, there was no place to spit it out, so I swallowed. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. When he stopped, I looked up and smiled. He lifted me and we kissed and I let him taste what I was tasting.

"I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too," I replied

I bunched up my voluminous skirt, pulled down my panties, straddled his thighs with my knees and sat on his cock. When he penetrated me I knew that this was where I belonged. He slipped the spaghetti straps off of my shoulders and kissed my tits. I ground my pussy on his cock making it harder than before. If this was love, I wanted more of it. He started lifting me with his hips and then lowering me and I got the hint and started posting. Now I was glad my Dad have given me riding lessons. Then I came before Sean did. It was better than I have ever done before. I had come a few times when I was necking with him but I had never let him touch my pussy before. Nice girls didn't do that in those days. Well I wasn't a nice girl anymore and I loved it and I loved Sean.

Sean

Ginny was the prettiest girl in high school. We started lunching together in our second year and dating in the third. She was 5'6" when we met almost as tall as I was. Luckily, I kept growing. Her blonde hair was below her shoulders and she had a slender willowy figure. She wasn't one of the cheer leaders who got thrown up in the air but she was certainly the one that caught everyone's eye when the squad was performing. By the time we went to the senior prom I was 6" taller than her and I was close to 180. In my senior year I was first string quarter back and that made me somewhat of a celebrity at school. Plenty of girls hit on me but I only had eyes for Ginny. The night of the senior prom was the highlight of my life. It was the first time I got to touch her pussy, the first time she gave me a blow job and the first time I got to fuck her. I should say, make love to her, because that's what it was. Since then, I have fucked many women but that was love pure and simple. I think that that night we both fell deeply in love and it spoiled us for any other person. Although there were others, for both of us eventually, we had unconsciously committed ourselves to each other. 

Ginny

We dated over the summer and we made love many times. The pill had just come into use then but Sean was always sure to use a condom. I left for Radcliff in the fall to learn how to be a socialite wife. Sean lived at home and went to Northwestern to learn to be an accountant. We kept in touch by mail and a few phone calls a month, there was no email or cell phones then. I came home for Christmas and mid year break and once for Easter. Travel in those days was mostly by train, it took too long and flying was too expensive. Sean got drafted for the Vietnam war and we drifted further apart and then the mail stopped. In my senior year I was dating a Harvard MBA student named Harry Waterman. It was 1972, every one was into booze, sex and dope. We had been to a house party where all three were on blatant display and I got pregnant. I must have been out of it because I really don't remember what happened, but I remember missing my period. Abortion wasn't easy then and when I told Harry about my condition he did the honorable thing, he said,

"Marry me. I love you and want to have that child with you. I have a job waiting for me, with an investment bank in New York, and we can live a good life there."

I didn't love him but I did like him and I didn't have much choice. Our son was born and I wanted name him Aaron but Harry would have nothing to do with that so he became, Harold, Jr. He was followed two years later by his sister, Margret. Harry had a good friend living near us on the upper East Side, and we became very close to him and his wife. Marty was a workaholic like Harry, and Gwen was a flirty bimbo. I should have been more observant. Harry was working late several nights a week, sometimes until well after midnight. Marty did too, except that it seems Marty was working more nights than Harry. Harry was putting his extra overtime, in bed with Gwen, and one night when the mainframe went down, Marty came home early and caught them together. They had a messy divorce, and so did we, once I got my hands on the tapes that Marty had made. It turned out that Harry was worth a bundle and I took him for all I could get, plus alimony and child support. The divorce was so bitter that Harry didn't give a damn when I took the kids back to Chicago.

Sean

I was drafted after my third year at college and I ended up in an infantry platoon in the Vietnamese highlands. We were up there for months. The choppers only brought in food, ammo and replacements and took out the casualties. After the fourth month I was one of them. I had taken a bullet through the chest, luckily it only nicked my lung. I was two months in the hospital in Nam and was then returned to the States for another two months of rehab. While I was there, waiting for my discharge, Eddie got in touch with me and told me that Ginny had gotten married. Although we hadn't been in touch for over six months, I was pissed that she hadn't waited for my return. That night I went out and got drunk. The next morning I woke up in my bed at the base hospital with the world's biggest hangover and a blue eyed blonde angel offering me an Alka Seltzer and coffee.. She said,

"I heard that last night you challenged the MP, who brought you in, to a duel with swords."

"I would have been in trouble. I never held a sword in my hands in my life."

"Evidently he is a nice guy and he is not going to report you. What happened? Girl friend trouble?"

"How did you guess?"

"Your certainly not the first unlucky GI that I have had come through here. Absence may make some hearts grow fonder but many others look elsewhere."

"Maybe I wasn't so unlucky. I just met you."

By the time I finished my coffee, I had a date with this beautiful Red Cross girl. By the time I got out of rehab I had slept with her and by the time I got my discharge, we were married. Maxine was two years older than me and had been divorced once. She was a firecracker in bed. That first time she dove on my cock she sucked it like was like it was a Christmas candy cane. She licked it and sucked it and when she felt me start to tense up, she backed off. I didn't know whether to tell her to stop or to continue. She sucked my balls, one at a time and then both at once. She had never seen a circumcised cock and loved to tongue the mushroom cap. She could have gotten anything she wanted from me that night and what she got was a proposal. That's how I ended up with a bride when I came home to Chicago.

Ginny

When I first got back to Chicago we stayed with my parents. The good part was that I had built in baby sitters, the bad part was that my mother evidently didn't trust me enough. She didn't think that I could bring them up alone. She kept telling me that they needed a father. She put the word out in her social net work and soon I had callers. Most were good for one or two dates and quit after they couldn't score. I wasn't ready to go to bed with just anyone, not after what happened with Harry. One day, with the kids in tow, I stopped into the new Starbucks in the neighborhood and who should walk in a few minutes later but Sean with a blonde bimbo on his arm. She was holding on to him like he was the last man on earth. He was surprised to see me and I think, a little bit embarrassed When I said,

"Hello Sean."

She looked at me and said,

"You are mistaken. My husbands name is Aaron." Sean said,

"No honey. You forgot. I told you my middle name is Aaron." I said to her,

"I'm sorry. Sean is what I used to call him. We are old friends."

"Max, this is Ginny, she was a good friend when we were in high school."

"Hello Max, it is nice to meet you. These are my children Harry and Maggie."

Maxine was less than happy to make my acquaintance and didn't do anything to hide it from me. Sean said,

"I heard that you were married but I didn't know you had children."

"I'm not married anymore but the kids are mine forever."

After a few more pleasantries and nice to see you again, we parted company. Maxine was looking at me like I had crawled out from under a rock. She knew, right away, that I has been more than just a high school friend. Meanwhile, my mother's campaign to find a spouse for me came up with George Wilson. He was tall, good looking and a charmer. He had my mother drooling over him. He took me out a half dozen times and I must admit I enjoyed his company and he never tried to get in my pants. A little kissing and groping but no real attempts to bed me. My mother was pushing me to marry him and when he proposed, I guess I accepted because I had no real objection to him and her nagging was driving me crazy. We married and the kids and I moved into his house. He was an adventurous lover and I had really only known two men before him,. When he suggested dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps and light bondage, I went along with all of them. Some of it I really enjoyed. Then he tried anal sex.

"NO." I said

"Come on honey. A lot of people like it this way. You have to try."

His KY loaded finger was pressing into my anus.

"NO. Please don't do this."

His other hand was covering my pussy, finger inside of me, thumb on my clit. The anal intrusion pumping in and out.

"Come on. I know you will like it."

"Nooooooooooo. Ooooooooooo. Yessssssssssssss. Ohhh gaaaaaawwwwwdd."

I came. Like I never did with Harry. Like I used to do with Sean. He then tied me to the bed with my knees drawn back along side my head. He got a vibrator and started playing with me, nipples, clit, ass hole and any other place he thought would stimulate me. Where ever he could fit it, it was a continuous orgasm. He had me hooked. He soon had me accepting his cock in my ass while he squeezed my nipples and kissed my neck and ears. I have to admit he really turned me on. We lasted for three years until I caught him fingering my five year old daughter, that was the end for him. I had lost my alimony when I married him but I still had most of my settlement and the child support.

Sean 

When I got back to Chicago, I had a wife to support and I really didn't want to go back to college. When I stopped in to see Eddie at the trucking company to say hello, I got a big welcome.

"It's good to see you. I hear you got married, so did I. We will have to get together soon to introduce the girls. By the way what are you doing now."

"I'm not doing anything. I just got back."

"We need drivers. Come and work for us."

That started my career in the trucking business back with my Irish relatives. I was Sean again. Even Max started calling me that. My stepfather, Sam, wasn't happy. He wanted me to finish school and join his firm but I think that he finally realized, that after my wartime experiences, college and accounting just wasn't for me. I started driving a truck, making local deliveries. I was home every night and Max and I were fucking like rabbits. She was the hottest woman I ever knew. She had me screwing her in ways I never knew possible. She even tried to play dominatrix with me but I would have no part of that. Instead I turned her over my knee and spanked the shit out of her. It turned out she liked that better with me. After a few months I realized that Eddie didn't know beans about running the trucking business. He inherited the job when his father died. He didn't know how to schedule the drivers, bills were going unpaid and customers were giving the work to the competition. I came in from a run one day and saw him holding his head,

"I can't do this. We're losing our ass. I have no more money to pay the bills,"

"Let me call in Sam to check the books."

Sam ran a audit, found out the bookkeeper was stealing, and we were able to recover must of the missing funds. I took over the scheduling and customer relations and the business began to recover. The family realized that Eddie couldn't hack it and made me the boss. Eddie was put out to pasture. After three years I had quadrupled the business, doubled the trucks we were running and made us into a national carrier. The downside was that Eddie had nothing to do, well nothing to do but Maxine.

I came home for lunch one afternoon to hear Max's voice,

"I know what you need Eddie. You need some one to make your little wienie stand up. You need me to control you. You need me to fuck you sorry ass. You like it when I grab your cock and lead you around. Kiss my cunt. Lick it. You're my bitch now. Aren't you Eddie?

"Yes Mistress"

"Yes what?"

"Yes Mistress, I am your bitch."

"Lick my clit. Now tongue fuck me. Now lick my ass hole. Now tongue fuck my ass hole. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Your such a good slut boy. Now eat me out. Make me cum. Yessssssssssssss."

I opened the bedroom door. There was my wife, on her back, her knees next her to head with Eddie, kneeling, his face buried in her ass. His hands were cuffed behind his back and a black dildo was sticking out of his ass. When she came so did he, all over the bed and her ass. The divorce was uncontested.

Ginny

I found a small apartment not far from my parents. I had dropped the kids off at school and I stopped in Starbucks for a latte and as I took the first sip a shadow crossed the table. I looked up, smiled and said,

"Hello Sean."

Finally I was back where I belonged.



Sean and his Dad



Author's note: This is a story I posted on another site, but I think it would be a good addition to here. It's a mix of truth and fiction. Enjoy!



Sean was a good friend of mine from high school. A year ahead of me, we generally hung out a lot, were in the same clubs and organizations. He was a good looking guy, solidly built, really intelligent, but had a self-image problem because his mother had bailed on him and his father a few years back. As a result, he seldom had a girlfriend. His self-esteem wasn't helped by his father, a big gruff guy who usually had little to say, especially after his divorce. He always had a look on his face like he didn't approve of much of anything.

I was staying over at his house one night, and we got into a "did you ever" kind of conversation in the wee hours of the morning. It finally got to sex, and he asked if I'd ever had sex before. I knew he meant with women, which I hadn't, and I hesitated before saying "No."

Like I said, Sean is really intelligent, and he caught the hesitation and called me on it. I didn't know how he would feel about the guys I'd played with, so I hemmed and hawed, but he didn't let up. Finally I admitted that I'd been sucking dick since I was 14.

He didn't act shocked, which I expected, but started asking me about it. I finally got into graphic detail, telling him about the glory holes in the bathroom of the local mall, and how I'd hang out there and suck as many dicks as I could.

We were sitting on the floor of his bedroom, and I noticed that he was getting hard. I get weak-kneed every time I see a hard cock, and immediately I started thinking about how nice it would be if he put his dick into my mouth. He gave me the opening I needed when he admitted that it was turning him on.

It was one thing to suck anonymous dick thru a gloryhole, but another to offer a close friend a blowjob. I gathered up all the courage I could muster and reached over to stroke his cock thru his shorts.

He didn't jump up and kick my ass, so I continued. Almost breathlessly, I told him that if he took his cock out of his shorts, I'd suck it. He sat on the edge of the bed, and quickly pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang out. Like I said, he was SOLIDLY built, and his cock was very nice...at least 7", cut, and thick. I didn't waste any time, and wrapped my lips around it.

I lose all composure when I've got a dick in my mouth. I tend to be a somewhat noisy cocksucker, and he wasn't all that quiet, either. I was stroking his cock with my mouth, sucking noisily and he was moaning and groaning. Dimly, I heard his bedroom door click shut, but didn't think anything of it...like I said, I don't think of anything but the cock I'm sucking.

I'd only been sucking him for a few minutes when his hands grabbed the back of my head and he shoved his cock deep into my mouth. His cock started pumping cum...hot, sharp, tangy juice coated the back of my mouth and my throat. I sucked and swallowed for all I was worth.

Eventually, his orgasm subsided, and I reluctantly let it fall out of my mouth, giving his cockhead a few licks and kisses. He laid back on the bed, breathing heavily, and told me that that had been fantastic. I agreed with him, still wiping the cum that dribbled down my chin off.

Still laying back on the bed, he asked me if it made him queer that I had just sucked him off. I knew that another self-image attack was about to happen and I really didn't want to have to deal with it, so I told him no, that he just liked blowjobs. He seemed to accept that, and in a few minutes was fast asleep.

Sean's cum was really tangy, and I needed something to drink to wash it all down. I walked out of his bedroom, through the dark living room and into the kitchen. I got a soda from the fridge and was walking back to Sean's bedroom when I heard his father say "So, are you....what do they call it...lovers?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. In the darkness, I hadn't seen him sitting in his recliner in the living room when I'd gone to the kitchen and it startled me. I could tell he'd been drinking from the slight slurring of his words.

I stood there with a "deer in the headlights" look for about a half a minute, then asked him what he meant. He said that he had heard strange sounds coming from Sean's bedroom and had looked in to see me sucking Sean's dick. There was a pregnant pause while I desperately thought of something, ANYTHING to say, and coming up blank. I didn't know what his dad thought of gays, and didn't want him to start treating Sean badly because of something I did. I finally told him no, that it just happened somehow and it was the first time anything like that had occurred. I started to apologize to him, but he cut me off.

He assured me that it was ok. He said he was a normal guy with normal urges and wasn't above getting a nut when the opportunity came up. Rambling on a bit, he said that since his wife had left him, he didn't want to get into another relationship but still needed to get off occasionally. He said he couldn't blame Sean for something that he'd do, too.

I relaxed a bit, but in my mind I was starting to wonder where the conversation was going. He didn't seem upset about it, but wasn't letting me go. He kept talking, repeating that as a man, he needed to get off every once in a while. I kept agreeing with him, until I realized that he wanted me to suck HIS dick, too.

I still had the blind cock-sucking courage from Sean, so I boldly walked up to him and set the soda on the table next to his drink. I asked him, "Do you need to get off now?" He didn't say anything, just picked up his drink and took a sip. He didn't say no, so I slowly sank to my knees in front of him, ready to jump up and run if I'd misjudged him.

He set his drink down, and unzipped his fly to pull his cock out. It was a carbon-copy of Sean's, a bit bigger and more veiny. He was only half-hard, but still grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down onto his cock. My greedy lips went around his cockhead and I let loose with a happy sigh.

The alcohol in his system made me have to work to get him fully hard. His cock grew in my mouth, and in a couple of minutes I was sliding my mouth up and down his hard shaft. He didn't say a word, just used his hand to guide me, to show me where and how he wanted my mouth.

I paid special attention to his cockhead...licking it, putting just the knob into my mouth and sucking it, then sliding his cock as deep into my mouth as it would go. I heard him say "Suck my balls", and treated his sac to the best my mouth could offer, but I wanted his cock back where it belonged and quickly licked up his shaft and slid my mouth back over his cock, taking it until his cockhead nudged the back of my throat.

His cock was hot and hard, and I wanted his cum. I sucked him as hard, fast, and as forcefully as I could, never taking it out of my mouth. Again, the alcohol delayed things, but within a few minutes of really worshipping his cock, he started cumming in my mouth.

He must not get off very frequently, I thought, since he shot load after load of cum. I swallowed and swallowed, but still cum leaked out around his cock and out of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto the recliner between his legs. His cock finally subsided, and quickly shrank. I kept sucking him until he pulled my head off his cock.

"Nice," was all he said. I wiped up as much cum from my face as I couldas he tucked his cock back into his pants. I rose from my knees, and went back to Sean's bedroom, drank the soda and laid down. I was still horribly horny for cock and it took a while for me to get to sleep.

After we woke up, Sean kind of fidgeted around about the blowjob. I could tell that he was embarrassed, and simply told him that I enjoyed sucking him. He seemed to accept that, but made no indication that he wanted more.

His dad wasn't up when we got up, and I was trying to find a way to stick around until he did. Sean built remote-control airplanes as a hobby and wanted to go to a local hobby store to pick some things up. I told him that I wanted to take a shower and head home, and he left.

After I got out of the shower, his dad was up and in the kitchen. I walked out to join him, not know what to expect. I was half afraid that he'd be mad, that he'd let me suck his cock because of the alcohol. Luckily, I was wrong.

Without saying a word, he reached down and grabbed a handful of my ass. A rare grin was on his face, and he told me that I could come back and suck his cock any time. Caught up in the moment, I told him that I'd love to do more than just suck his cock, hoping that he'd like to try fucking my ass too. He didn't take me up on the offer, then or in the future, but told me that he'd just be happy with my mouth.

I never played with Sean again...he found a steady girlfriend. He ended up getting over his self-esteem problem and married her. They had a shitload of kids and, as far as I know, lived happily ever after.

I DID play with Sean's dad again...quite frequently. Once or twice a week, I'd find an excuse to go over to his house when Sean wasn't around to suck his cock. I even skipped class a couple of times just to get his cock in my mouth, and, of course, snuck into his bedroom after Sean was asleep on the nights I stayed over at their house. I occasionally tried to get him to fuck me, but he never did. This went on for about a year and a half, then I joined the military and moved away. I lost touch with Sean, but got infrequent letters from his dad for a couple of years until he took a job in Vermont, moved there and remarried. I'm glad he did because he deserved a good relationship, but I doubt she's as good a cocksucker as I am.



Sean and Jason



When I first saw him, he was sitting on a park bench (and, no, he was not eyeing little girls with bad intent). He was reading a book. Later, I would come to understand that this was his default state.

In this instance, the book was William Gibson's Neuromancer. I was pleased. Literate and sexy; the intellect and the libido are inseparable after all, or should be. 

It was a large bench. I asked if it was all right if I sat down. He looked up at me with hazel eyes, momentarily startled that someone, a stranger, had spoken to him. Breeding kicked in.

"Please," he said, nodding to the bench, "make yourself at home."

"Thanks. Are you a Gibson fan?"

I had taken a risk. He might think me rude; an intruder on his solitude. He turned toward me and really looked at me for the first time.

"Gibson? I guess you could say so. This is my third time through Neuromancer; loved the Sprawl trilogy; and the Blue Ant trilogy, but I mostly use Gibson to cleanse the mental pallet, so to speak, when I'm switching obsessions. In this case I'm coming off of a two year run of Terry Pratchett and deciding where to go next. Gibson makes a nice change of pace."

"A little dark for my taste," I replied.

"Dark? Yes, that's certainly true of the Bridge trilogy and sometimes his vision of the future is dystopian, no doubt about it."

"But I like his style. Neuromancer is my favorite Gibson novel."

"Mine too."

Now he was genuinely interested in the conversation. I held out my hand.

"I'm Jason," I said.

"Sean," he replied taking my hand in a firm hand shake. Breeding again. Most men these days have hand shakes like limp dish rags.

"It's unusual to find someone your age that has any real interest in books. I thought it was all video games and computers," he continued.

"I'm an only child. My parents were always voracious readers when I was growing up and I guess I just followed in their footsteps."

He stared at me for a moment.

"Me too."

"Get out. Really?"

"Yes. Condemned at birth to be a nerd."

"OK, tell me the names of your five favorite authors."

"Impossible. They keep changing."

"Whose work do you keep coming back to then?"

"Well, I read the Lord of the Rings about once every other year or so."

"What else?"

"I tend to like story tellers. Louis L'Amour, Robert B. Parker, Elmore Leonard - guys like that. Oh, and I also enjoy Ursula LeGuinn, Stephen R. Donaldson, the aforementioned Terry Pratchett, and Laurie R. King, to name some contemporary authors."

"Donaldson? Interesting," I said.

"Why? Have you read him?"

"A little. My father was a big fan of the Thomas Covenant trilogies. I prefer his short stories myself."

"I think I've read pretty much everything he's published, except for one or two of the mystery novels he wrote under a different pseudonym."

"Oh, the Mick Axbrewder novels?"

"Yes, those."

Sean slipped the Gibson into his pocket.

"Had lunch?"

"No."

"Want to go get some?"

"Sure."

"It's seldom that I meet anyone who shares my taste in literature and I'd like to get to know you better."

"Cool."

"I'm visiting this city on business. Make a suggestion - something within walking distance of where we are now."

I named a place that had a decent menu and we strolled through the early May sunshine talking about books we'd read, movies we liked, and the life of the mind. Sooner or later I'd find out what I wanted and know whether or not this had all been a gigantic waste of time.

Sean was a large man. I judged him to be right around six feet tall - maybe an inch under - and he had to weigh 250 lbs if he weighed an ounce. But he carried it well. He looked fifty something with thinning gray hair cut short. He was well dressed and his suit fit him perfectly. He had a fair complexion and thick sensuous lips. I wondered what it would be like to kiss them, or better yet, to feel them wrapped around my cock.

He was a good looking man, even if he was fat. That's what most people would say. Me? I'm a chub chaser. Sean was perfect. And, I wanted him. The question was would he want me?

I'm about 6-2 and I weigh 200 lbs. I work out regularly and watch what I eat. My Greek ancestry gave me an olive toned complexion and lots of curly black hair. Somehow or other my genetic heritage had also given me a big dick - long and thick - and a raging libido. When I first met Sean, I was 25 years old, out of college for three years and working freelance marketing gigs to keep body and soul together.

We took a booth near the back of a café-slash-delicatessen I knew and were soon buried in a pair of menus.

"What's good here?"

"Everything."

"That's not an answer. What are you having?"

"Greek salad."

Sean made a face. He looked down at the menu again. The waitress came back. She was cute, if you like the type - all legs, ass, and tits. The word "saucy" came to mind.

"What can I get you two gentlemen today?"

"Greek salad, please, and an iced tea."

"Ham on rye. Got any Colby cheese?"

"You bet," the waitress said.

"Good. I want some. Yellow mustard?"

"On the table."

"OK. Don't put any mayo on the sandwich then. No tomato or lettuce either."

"Drink?"

"Diet Pepsi with lemon."

"Diet Coke OK?"

"Sure."

She hustled off to put in our order. We talked.

"Jason, I have to tell you that I do not often meet anyone whose intellectual interests are so similar to my own."

"Same here."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty five."

"You're practically a child."

"Old enough to vote though."

We laughed at my joke.

"You're married," I said, pointing at the ring on his left hand.

"Widower. She died of cancer four years ago. I just never took the ring off."

"Well, I'll bet you've had lots of women interested in you since then."

Sean gave me an odd look.

"What makes you say that?"

"A handsome man like you?"

"Jason, never bullshit a bullshitter. I've never met a woman yet who thought a fat man was sexy."

"You may be right. Lots of men do though."

"Chubby chaser?"

I was stunned. I thought I was playing it cool. He'd seen right through me. Then he smiled.

"I'm smarter than I look, Jason."

This was it then. He'd tell me to fuck off and that would be that. Would he wait for lunch to be over? Would he make a scene? Was he a homophobe or a bible thumper?

"When I was a teenager, my best buddy and I used to fool around with each other in between dates. You know teenagers - all hormones and libido - we were perpetually horny. Well, my buddy wasn't really that into it; he just liked to get his rocks off and it didn't matter all that much to him whether it was in my ass or his girlfriend's mouth. He grew out of it. I thought I had, but when my wife got sick and I was on my own, sexually, I thought about those days and how much I'd enjoyed it. Well, one thing led to another and pretty soon I was on bi-male message boards looking to hook up. I discovered a whole new world."

"What gave me away?"

"Nothing specific. I wasn't sure until I saw your reaction to the phrase 'chubby chaser.'"

"Awkward."

"Why? The air is now clear. I'm flattered that a good looking young man like you decided to make a pass at this fat old man. At my age you tend to cut to the chase."

"Meaning what?"

"Let's enjoy our lunch and then we can go back to my hotel room and talk about other things."

And so we did. Lunch was delightful. Sean was a natural born story teller with a great sense of humor. By the time we'd finished and paid the tab (Dutch treat) I was halfway in love with him.

Fifteen minutes later we were in his hotel room. I went in first after he opened the door. He carefully hung up his camel hair jacket in the closet and stood before me in a blue and white stripped button down shirt with a maroon tie and a pair of navy blue dress slacks. He was smiling. I was suddenly nervous.

"What would you like to do, Jason?"

"I'd like to kiss you."

Sean said nothing. He stepped to me, wrapped his arms around me, and covered my mouth with his. My arms went around him as well and we kissed. Oh, did we kiss - long and deep. Those lips were just as kissable as I thought they would be, and Sean was an excellent kisser. When we came up for air Sean suggested a shower; together.

We quickly stripped. When Sean saw my member, hard as steel and sticking straight out from my hips, he whistled.

"Mmmmm... mmmmm," Sean said. I've got some plans for THAT."

I shuddered. All my dreams were coming true.

In the steamy shower space we soaped each other and slid our slippery bodies together. I stood behind him and ran my cock between his legs, sawing it back and forth as I ran my hands up and down his soap slick belly and chest enjoying the feeling of all that flesh under my control; listening to him sigh and gasp with pleasure as he felt my cock throbbing between his legs and my fingers expertly manipulating his nipples.

Thoroughly clean, we dried off as best we could in the damp atmosphere of the bathroom and headed for the bed.

Our bodies pressed together. I could feel his cock, quite a bit smaller than mine, but respectable, pressing into me as he felt mine pushing against the flesh of his more than ample belly. We kissed for what seemed like forever, but I didn't care. I was in heaven.

"Jason, Jason, Jason," he whispered between kisses. "It's been so long."

I gently rolled Sean onto his back and began to kiss my way down his ample body, slowly, taking my time, enjoying every second with this incredible man and wondering if there'd be a chance for more. He moaned as my lips nibbled their way down his neck to his chest. 

I spent some quality time on his nipples and smiled at his whispered warning "No biting," before continuing to give them a good sucking and licking. His hips were pumping and I was fisting his hard cock while my mouth made love to his fleshy tits.

Eventually, however, I left his well-endowed chest, its hard red nipples glistening with my saliva, and shifted my body so that I had access to Sean's crotch. While he wasn't hung, Sean had a respectable package with nice balls. As I kissed and licked my way down his belly, I could smell him. His cock was drooling precum and the heady musk his freshly showered crotch was producing was making me crazy.

Up to this point I had been patient. Now I was hungry. I gripped his cock in my left hand and engulfed it with my mouth, moaning as I felt his hardness and tasted his sweet manhood. The salty semen that dripped from his throbbing cock was like ambrosia; his moans like the sweet singing of some celestial choir. My lips were soon gripping the root of his shaft while my hands gently massaged his sack, which was huge. I sucked his cock, leaving it covered in a thick coat of my spit before releasing it and going after his nuts.

I buried my face in his crotch, licking and sucking his balls all the while inhaling his heady musk. His hands were between my legs, stroking my own hard cock and tickling the flesh behind my balls. I used some of the copious amount of spit flowing from my mouth onto Sean's cock and balls to lubricate a finger which I used to tease his asshole and got an immediate reward as he gasped with pleasure.

Sean pulled at my hips. "Move over here, boy and let me taste that log you have out of your crotch."

I complied, straddling his face and feeling him guide my erection into his waiting mouth. I felt his lips capture the head of my cock and I groaned into his crotch. He grabbed my ass in both hands and pulled me into his mouth working hard to take as much of my (considerable) length and girth as he could. I pumped my hips gently and he worked me over with his lips and tongue. I returned the favor, sucking him to the root and massaging his prostate with a spit slick finger. He was delivering a steady flow of precum to my hungry tongue and I was eager for more.

I was lost in the moment when he broke into my thoughts with a request.

"Please," he said after spitting my cock out of his mouth, "I've got to have this magnificent cock inside me," emphasizing his point with a squeeze of his hand on my hardness.

As it turns out, he'd come prepared and I found condoms and lube in the drawer of the bedside table, right on top of the Gideon Bible.

I should mention that my cock is about 10 inches long and fairly thick. A lot of guys can't take it right off the bat, so I asked him if he thought he could.

"Ever have anything this big?" I felt a little sheepish at this point because it seemed like I was bragging. But, well, there it was, sticking out from my groin like a spear.

"I've been fisted before," he said, smiling, "but not recently, so take your time."

He was fisting his cock and staring at mine with such an expression of hunger that it almost scared me. He wanted it, and he wanted it bad. I wanted to give it to him. Match made in heaven. Well, not heaven exactly, but you get the idea.

"Roll over and open yourself to me," I said, my voice shaky with desire.

He did as I asked, heaving his bulk over until he was on his belly. He reached back and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing himself to me completely. I couldn't resist and leaned in to kiss and lick his ass, probing his rosette with my tongue and licking his balls from behind. I thought he might spontaneously combust. Having tasted his ass, I poured on some lube and rubbed it gently into his hole. I added more lube and pushed first one then two fingers inside working them in and out and around, loosening him for what was coming. I spent some quality time massaging his prostate enjoying the involuntary moans this produced. 

"C'mon," he gasped, "stop teasing and get that monster of yours inside me where it belongs."

I grinned. "As you wish," I said.

I tore the foil open and slipped a condom on my cock. It was prelubed, but I added more and then reapplied lube to Sean's ass.

"Roll over. I want to see your face when my cock goes in."

"I like the way you think," Sean replied, rolling over, spreading his legs and pulling them back.

I dashed to the bathroom for a hand towel. I took a pillow, put the towel over it, and shoved it under his ass, lifting him to a better angle. I used one forearm to push his legs farther back and the other hand to guide my cock to his well lubed asshole.

Centering the head on the middle of his rosette I began to push gently. Sean hissed with pleasure as he felt me pressing forward with my cock. He bore down and opened himself to me. Preparation proved itself again as the head of my cock easily slipped past Sean's rectal ring with the shaft following. He moaned as he felt me spread him wide.

"Fuck... that thing is huge," he gasped. 

"You only have half of it," I said, chuckling.

"Damn! I want it all before you're through," Sean demanded.

"A pleasure I intend to experience," I replied.

Gently I sawed the first five or so inches of my cock in and out of Sean's ass until I felt that he was ready for more.

"Now you're going to get what you asked for, Sean, but please, if it's too much, tell me."

"Less talking, more fucking," I said.

Looking down I could see that his cock was still rock hard and drooling steadily, creating a pool of precum on his belly. I pressed in to the point where I had been pulling back and instead of stopping, I kept going until my balls were nestled against his crack and his balls were pressed against my abdomen. I gave one last push to be sure I was as far in as I could go and held it there, flexing my cock and making him feel it deep in his guts.

"Oh my God, Jason... I've never... Oh my God... Adonis... Jason... you're an Adonis," Sean gasped. "Fuck me. Start slow and make it last."

Starting slowly and finishing hard and fast is my style. I withdrew the entire length of my dick until only the head was inside before slowly pushing all the way bac in. I pulled back again and this time I added some more lube to my cock before pushing back inside Sean's tight hole. I slowly ramped up the speed of my thrusts maintaining a steady rhythm as I plumbed Sean's depths. 

"That's it. That's it... give it to me," Sean said.

I poured some lube on his cock and stroking it with my hand in time to the strokes I was making with my cock in his ass.

"Oh... fuck... " I said, "your ass is so hot and tight. Feels so good on my cock. Squeeze it baby... squeeze it good with your ass."

I'm not usually that verbal during sex, but something about Sean was bringing this out in me. He seemed to like it because he responded in kind.

"You like this old ass," he asked, more of a challenge than a question. "You like sticking your big young dick into this old man's ass? That's it... jerk my cock while you fuck my ass I want your cock in my ass when I come."

I increased the force and speed of my thrusts and stroked his cock for all I was worth. We were both racing to the finish line but I wanted Sean to cum first.

"Don't stop... don't you dare stop... al... most... there... just like that... just like that... here it comes!"

I felt his rectum contract around my dick before his announcement. Then I saw the first thick rope of cream erupt from the head of his cock. More contractions followed and more cum flowed from his jerking dick. I kept stroking, but I was concentrating on the sensations his spasming colon created as it clenched and released my dick. His orgasm triggered my own and I pushed all the way to the balls before letting go.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuucc... ccccccccckkkkkkk!" I cried as I went over the edge. 

He kept squeezing me with his ass and I kept firing into the condom, my cock jerking deep in his guts as I blasted my way through one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had. I released his legs and they flopped down hanging over the edge of the bed. I leaned down and kissed him, feeling his hot cum against my belly as I pressed my body to his. It was an awkward position and we didn't stay in it long. I pulled my slowly deflating cock out of Sean's ass while he groaned with pleasure.

Getting up, I walked to the bathroom where I disposed of the condom and ran warm water over wash cloth. Returning to the scene of the crime I gently washed Sean's belly, cock, balls, and ass with the washcloth. Taking the towel that had covered the pillow under his ass, I gently dried him off.

"Come here, you beautiful boy," Sean whispered. 

I fell into his arms and we lay together in post coital bliss. We cuddled for a while, took another shower, and made love off and on for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, with a timeout for a room service dinner, a bottle of wine, and more conversation. We made love, including an exquisite session in spoon position that seemed to go on for hours. I spent some quality time worshiping his cock and balls, getting a nice load for my efforts, and we spent a lot of time making out, cuddling, and just enjoying the proximity of two naked bodies.

We've been together ever since. Sean is retired now and he splits his time between golf, books, and managing my career - opening doors, and giving sage advice. He's lost some weight, but it doesn't matter. He's still my big cuddly daddy and I'm his best boy. Oh, and we have a huge library. We often spend entire evenings reading to each other. He says I'm his heaven on earth. I know he's mine.



Sean and Laura's Naughty Sunday



Laura loved her job as a nurse. The work perfectly suited her talent and concern for others. She worked hard to impress her colleagues and supervisors as she was one of the new hires at a prestigious hospital. She knew she would advance in the department and accepted that her role as the 'new' nurse would be short-lived. New nurses would be hired and she'd move up in seniority and responsibility. She was also a newlywed and still excited by the changes in her life since marrying Sean. Life was good.

Sean was just a year older and finding his way into his career in sales. His employer was huge and Sean was among a pool of young talent being groomed for management positions. He was a born salesman. Charming, a bit of a schmoozer, he could sell ice to Eskimos. At least he was certain he could although he never tried.

They lived in a city in the mid-west and commuted each day to their jobs. Something of a routine was developing with the daily grind. Despite the work, they were as sexually active as ever...maybe more so. 

She was just 25 but ready to settle down. She knew her fair share of boys in high school and maybe more than her share in nursing school. Something of the stress of nursing school, the long hours, and the rotations kept her sexually active. Her girlfriends knew this and secretly wished they too would be in sexual over-drive. She just seemed to meet guys. It was easy and natural and they were attracted to her simmering sensuality. Sure she studied hard and made good grades. But the stress, the availability of guys at the university and in the hospital, and her easy attraction to men resulted in lots of sex. It helped too that she was gorgeous.

She was 5'3 and curvy for her frame. Her creamy white skin would tan nicely if she had the time to sunbathe like she had done during semester breaks and summer. Her curly brown hair and green eyes were unusual. At first glance, she was cute. Looking closer revealed the beauty of her features. Her twinkling eyes and quick smile were seen as friendly by women. Men saw that of course... but also noticed her erotic beauty. The way she moved, the curve of her eyebrows, the sensual smile... men saw her as a woman of thinly veiled sexuality. They were right. She had loved sex since her first forays and this had deepened with each experience. 

She dressed in scrubs for work as all the nurses and most docs did. She looked professional and confident. This meant she looked quite sexy to the many men she encountered. Since nursing school she had worn sexy bras and panties under her scrubs and this was her habit. Beneath her scrubs were likely to be a sheer bra, lacy boy shorts, or sheer thongs and sometimes satin g-strings. On some days she wore sexier undergarments from her lingerie drawer. Usually those were worn when she had a date with a guy from the hospital, at least before she had gotten married. Some of those lunch 'dates' never involved food and her dinner dates were even wilder. 

She was easily aroused and the brush of fabric, maybe the glance of an admiring stranger, the memory of a night of passion would ignite her. An observant stranger, with time to watch the hospital team, might detect that the nipples atop her 34D breasts were often hard and pointy. As she moved about the floor, her sexy round ass swayed as she attended to duties. Sometimes this nurse just looked like sex in motion. She was noticed and everyone was impressed with her being part of the team.

Sean was settling into married life as well. He loved his wife and the time they spent together, and considered himself extremely lucky to have a good job and a sexy wife to come home to. The hours he worked, however, meant that he was often home when Laura was working at the hospital, and vice versa. He spent this time at the gym, working the muscles in his shoulders, back, and arms, along with a regular mix of vigorous cardio. His short, cropped brown hair and stocky build gave away his wrestler background. Combined with an easy, regular smile, brilliant blue eyes and a confident, self-assured demeanor, his new wedding band was helpful in scaring away his otherwise interested female coworkers. Even then, he managed to attract his share of attention, but managed to gently but firmly brush it off.

His time alone, after a hard workout, shower, and quick beer, often led his mind back to his sexy, curvy, eager young wife, and her sexual appetite. Even though they fucked often, his imagination often led to intense sessions stroking his thick cock when she was away. As he did, he imagined their most recent time in bed or flipped through the photos from their honeymoon. He has a folder of photos from sexy to racy to soft-core to x-rated images of her and him during their trip. Taking photos had become a shared erotic experience and he marveled at how much it added to their play.


Sean also spent hours scouring the stories on Literotica, searching for and enjoying ones that seemed to describe his own situation. Marriage to young, naughty, even kinky wives and their sexual adventures with (and without!) their husbands turned him on and spurred his imagination. Lately he'd taken to saving the hottest pictures of married women enjoying multiple cocks at once and sending them to Laura, hoping they'd elicit the same reaction in her. He also took nude photos of himself and texted them to her at work. She, of course, loved them and reciprocated by texting back explicit comments and photos of herself. She'd slip away from the floor and lock herself in a bathroom to text a kinky reply and maybe a photo showing how aroused she was. Her co-workers either did not notice her sexy appearance at these times or looked the other way knowing she was recently married and frisky.

She had to work that Saturday night and worse still, she was asked to do overtime as the floor was understaffed. As usual, she agreed cheerfully to the work and went about her rounds with professional dedication. Sean had texted photos of himself that night wearing just boxers as he lay on the couch. The sequence of pics went from him reclining in boxers, to a close up of a sexy bulge, to the appearance of his swollen knob to full exposure of his throbbing member. She had texted, 'mmmmmmmmm', 'sexy!', 'delicious', and 'give me every inch!' to the succession of photos. 

He also sent some porn pics to her and she was never sure how to respond. Was Sean just sharing what he found erotic? Was he suggesting he knew she had some wild experiences before they met? Was he suggesting he wanted these experiences for him and her? She suspected that the reason would be revealed in time. 

Sean kept both hands busy sitting in front of his laptop, downloading new pictures, taking his own, and organizing yet another folder of erotic pics. He took a pic of himself grinning as Laura's increasingly agitated responses came back. He knew she'd be ready when she came home and held off, fighting back the urge to cum. This became more and more difficult with each text from her, the last causing him to groan as a camera phone shot of her damp panties popped up on his screen. 

As his pics flashed on her phone, she scanned the floor to see that all was quiet and advised her coworker that she needed a break. She went to a staff bathroom and locked the door. She untied the cord that held her bottoms and let the scrub fall. Standing before the bathroom sink, she took a photo of her wet thong barely concealing her sexy mons. The fabric at the crotch was noticeably damp. She reached inside and took another photo... then one more of her tightly trimmed mound with the thong tugged off and held between her thighs. She texted these to Sean "See what you do to me?"

He responded with a porn picture he'd found of a married woman pushing back on to a thick, hard cock as her husband watched, cock in hand, from mere feet away.

She gasped when she saw the pic. It reminded her of a night with two interns in the staff quarters. It had happened back when she just started dating Sean. That night was intense at work. She was assigned to the ER and it was busy. She managed the stress of helping with multiple events and all resolved successfully. At the end of the toughest shift yet for her, two young interns in training invited her to relax in the cafeteria. One thing led to another and she found herself accompanying them to the docs' quarters. There the stress of the night ended with a particularly wild encounter with both of them. This occurred more times over that month until their rotation took them to another setting.

She checked the pic again. Might Sean have learned of those nights? Was this some sort of message? She thought back to that first wild night...

Sean waited for her response, both worried and eager. As he continued to browse the Internet, the pics and...videos of the sexy brunettes he was drawn to, he opened one and felt his cock swell even further. A young wife, lying on her back, had her legs spread wide as a fat cock pumped into her. Another well hung man pushed his hardness between her lips, and Sean couldn't tear his eyes away from the image as a similar one of his own wife, stuffed from each end, popped into his head. Just then his phone buzzed again and he snatched it up, throat dry as he hit "open" on the message.

She texted him as she stood before the mirror with her scrubs and thong pulled low "Hey - stop - I'm dripping wet!" She reached between her legs and spread her drenched labia. She felt the urge to play but resisted. Her labia were like hot, wet silk. She held them together with two fingers them spread them. The urge to play was irresistible.

She heard a commotion outside and a knock at the door. "Just a minute" she responded and heard a muffled "okay, sorry" in response. She quickly refastened her disheveled clothing. She pulled the wet thong back in position and felt the now cool fabric cradle her hot lips. She tugged up the scrubs and tied the cord. Looking in the mirror, she inspected her appearance. She look hot and flustered. She sniffed the aroma of sex on her fingers and smiled knowingly. As she washed her hands per CDC guidelines, she smiled thinking others would see her appearance as due to the rush of work. She exited the bathroom and found the nursing supervisor outside.

After an exchange of quick pleasantries, she hustled off to the nurses' station to resume her shift. Thoughts raced through her head. She scanned the work orders, recalled the pics that Sean had sent, gasped at the memory of the night with the two interns, and went to a patient room in response to a call button. She shut-off her phone to end the barrage of erotic images coming from Sean.

Sean's mind was racing as he drank in the image of his young wife's swollen pussy, sticky and wet, framed by her damp, lacy thong. Pausing momentarily from his stroking and Internet searches he ran to the bedroom, digging through the hamper before he found what he was looking for, a used pair of Laura's sexiest panties. They'd been torn off her mound in a passionate meeting from earlier in the week, and he settled back in front of the computer. He wrapped them around his cock, snapping a picture and sending it in a text to Laura's phone. Without waiting for another response he sent a porn pic as well, this one of a young wife working desperately to fit two cocks in her pretty mouth.

Sean awoke the next morning on the couch. His cum stained boxers were balled next to him, topped by Laura's thong, now sticky and well covered with his not yet dried seed. His laptop was next to him, a particularly hot video of a cheating wife frozen in playback still on the screen. That clip, combined with thoughts of his wife in the woman's place and their erotic exchanges had set him off, spraying his hot cum everywhere. He'd fallen asleep moments later, exhausted from hours of edging. A quick glance at the clock confirmed that Laura was due home and he stood up, stopping suddenly as the doorknob creaked and turned.

Laura commuted home on an early train and felt exhausted by the long work and her gnawing desire for sexual release. She checked her phone and flushed as she saw the last images Sean had sent. She sighed and held her knees closed as she ignored glances from men who detected her condition. She thought one guy was cute. He looked like he was heading home too and he seemed athletic and confident. She was a sucker for that type. She sighed a long deep breath. It didn't help. She was burning with lust.

She got back to their place in the early morning and unlocked the front door to enter the hall leading to the living room. She saw motion and immediately recognized Sean's nude body as he sprung upwards to sit on the couch. She saw the pornographic debris of his nighttime play without her. She shook her head and smiled as she imagined this scene resulting from their texts. 

"Hey, look at that morning wood!" She exclaimed as she tossed her bag on a chair. She untied her ponytail and shook her head to loosen her hair. Sean lay back on the couch, his rigid cock pointed stiffly towards the ceiling. 

She was reinvigorated but the sight of it. She lifted her cashmere top up over head and pulled it off. Standing before Sean, she unclasped her sheer black bra by undoing the pearl button between the full cups. The bra opened and she slid it off and let it fall to the floor near his stained boxers. 

She wiggled her shoulders letting her hair fly and breasts sway. She moved to the couch to straddle Sean and brush her breasts to his face. "You need a shave, babe" she said "you're scratching my titties!"

He gripped them and pressed his face harder to nuzzle her luscious breasts. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm perfect titties!" He said as he kissed between them and held their fullness to his cheeks. Laura laughed at his muffled voice and leaned forward to encourage more of his play. She liked the scratchy roughness of his face. Her nipples hardened more.

She straddled him and rolled her hips as she drew her skirt higher to become a broad sash around her waist. She felt his hot rod between her round cheeks. She wiggled "is my ass perfect too?" She arched her back so his cock was held in her sexy crease. The thin fabric of her thong was all that separated her delicate ports from his hot cock.

"Absolutely perfect!" He moved his hands to her hips as he contemplated her ass and tugged the thong lower. She lifted to help him and his cock sprang upwards between her now nude ass cheeks. She reached back and spread them to accept his hard pole that pressed across her most private regions. She bit her lower lip as she rubbed herself on it.

He wrapped one arm tightly around her waist, holding her in place, the other moving to pull her thong lower down her thighs. She lifted to balance on one knee and he tugged the thong free of one leg so she could mount him. Keeping his head between her tits, nuzzling and nibbling, he held her still as he pushed the swollen, precum oozing head of his cock into her slit, pushing inch by inch into her. Holding her into place, he imagined she'd know that her pleasure was contingent on his own, and the only thing left would be to give in completely. Remember, he thought he could sell ice at the arctic circle and he was the best customer of his sales pitches. 

She felt his cock enter her and spread her soppy lips. She pressed forward so her breasts draped his face. He held her hips slowing her assault on his cock. She craved it deep and saw his sticky boxers on the floor. She wanted his semen to fill her as he had filled his shorts. She held in position and let him wrestle his cock into her.

He inched in as she pressed downwards. Taking all of him, she rocked and swiveled her hips, slowly at first to find the best position for her pleasure. She closed her eyes and the thought of pole dancing on his cock flashed through her head. She got in rhythm as her clit pressed on his pubic bone. She increased the tempo now and ground on the hard shaft. She was close now and moved to bouncing on it. She had a fleeting memory of a wild night on spring break back in college. Her breasts jiggled and swayed wildly and the sensations brought her back to the couch. She approached an orgasm and returned to forceful grinding of her clit on his bone. His cock touched all the right places and a violent orgasm wracked her body.

Her bouncing slowed and she opened her eyes. Exhaustion took charge of her and she slipped off her husband. As she did she realized he had exploded too. His cock glistened with their come. She closed her legs as she did not want to spill his seed. Finding her thong, she pulled it up snuggly to her mound.

"Mm baby I'm sleepy, but fuck that was amazing! My thong is already soaked, I'm going to keep it on. Thanks daddy." She said that and accented the 'daddy' to play with Sean's head. She was realizing he had many erotic fantasies and liked that they were starting to share them. She curled up on the couch next to him and quickly feel into a deep sleep. He stared at her, savoring the softness of her curves, knowing she was holding his seed deep inside her. His cock lay soft against his leg, sticky with their mixed juices. He closed his own eyes, images of their coupling racing through his mind, when he was brought back to the present by the need to pee. He slipped off the couch without waking her and draped a cover of her nearly nude body. He admired the scene and tugged the cover lower to reveal her breasts. He liked to have them on display as he went on with the morning.

He relieved himself and showered but did not shave. He glanced back to the living room and seeing her exposed breasts, kept his stubble. "Damn" he thought "her nipples are still hard!" He dressed for the gym and left for an extended workout. About that time she was dreaming of dancing in a topless place. The crowd was drunk and cheering her on as she pressed her breasts around the pole at the center of her dance floor. Her dream was vivid. She could almost feel the cool brass shaft cradled between her titties. "Yea, great titties" a drunk guy yelled as she slid up and down, her legs spread wide as she squatted. The soaking wet patch of thong between her open legs visible to all cheering her performance. She rustled on the couch as he sleep deepened.

Sweat ran down his body as he hit the weight room hard, full of energy, beyond stimulated by the events of the last twelve hours. He could feel it trickle between his shoulder blades as he lifted, closing his eyes, picturing his sweet young wife in one compromising sexual situation after another. An hour later, unable to control his slowly recovering manhood any longer, he showered and left the gym. He felt refreshed, and hungry. And turned on.

She slept soundly on the couch. The thong was pretty effective in holding back the flood that was dammed inside her. Her dreams were jumbled memories of events, some of them quite sexual. She only would remember bits and pieces. Her wet dream of participation in a wet t-shirt competition was based on reality and must be related to her fantasy of a pole dance that she had never done...but might if the chance arrived. The hot seed within her might have prompted the dream of how the two interns tasted and felt. She slept happy and her erotic desires simmered with the low heat of her dreams.

She awoke after Sean had returned with take-out. She joined him in the kitchen and they ate the Chinese food from the containers. She felt totally at ease wearing just the soaked thong. As they finished, she cracked open the fortune cookie that offered some silly prediction. "What's it say? Sean asked as he saw her read it. "You will suck Sean's cock many times!" She replied to tease him.

Sean laughed at her joke and her delighted smile, grabbing her, lifting her easily in his muscular arms. Her peal of laughter was so feminine, and he couldn't help but nuzzle her neck playfully as she squealed "no no, put me down! Sit down show off. Soon it's my turn." He lowered her to the floor and she stood before him, hands on her hips. She looked rested now and horny. Her nipples were hard and tight. They never softened since their morning escapade. 




Sean and Laura's Naughty Sunday



"Get the camera baby" she offered as tidied up the kitchen. "Let's make another set." She saw Sean smiling broadly. "Want me to shower? Or stay like this...a hot sticky mess?" She tugged the strings of her thong to move the patch away from her mons. She looked down to inspect herself. Everything within the V of her thong was saturated with his seed. Some streaked her upper thigh.

Sean moved close to inspect his wife as she offered a view of the aftermath of his explosion. He slapped her bare ass cheek playfully. "Stay like that. Be my hot little cream pie." She let the strings slip from her fingers and the thong returned to its sticky location. "I want you to shoot all your cum on me baby!" She said this as she recalled his sticky boxers by the couch. "Get the camera... before I change my mind!"

Sean wasted no time in finding the camera. She poured two shots of tequila and got salt and lime. He returned and then tossed back the shots. The liquor immediately heated her belly and flamed her craving for nasty play.

Sean lay back on the couch in the family room and took pics as she danced, her blue lacy thong dark with their mixed cum and her fresh, renewed arousal. The window blinds were open and sunlight flooded the room. She closed her eyes and the taste of tequila made her think of dancing in a titty bar.

Through the viewfinder he saw her creamy white skin tantalizing him. Laura bent over in front of him, spreading her legs apart and rubbing her pussy lips through her panties. Her thong was one of her sexiest. The pale blue patch that covered her pussy was visibly damp. 

She smiled seductively as she gazed over his throbbing manhood. The scene was much like the pics she viewed earlier at work. She had to hide her excitement from her co-workers who may have guessed she was attending to something other than her work. She thought of those pics as she wiggled her shoulders jiggling her breasts for him. She leaned forward bracing them between her arms to create a warm channel for his throbbing cock. She cupped them seductively asking "see anything you like?" She nodded knowingly as he tossed his member side to side. She licked her lips and turned to face away. She bent forward and tugged her thong a few inches downward to wrap around her upper thighs. Her labia were swollen and drenched with their melted creams. She ran a finger upwards through her slick slit and between her ass cheeks. She rocked her hips as she leaned forward, her breasts swayed to imaginary music. In her head she heard the cheers of the crowd.

She leaned further forward before turning around and sinking to her knees. 

She slowly reached into his jeans and pulled out his already hard cock. Sean snapped more pics as she prepared to play. Her cheeks felts soft and she held him to her face. He took more pics of her licking first up the shaft before swallowing his head between her full lips. As she sucked up and down, she reached into her panties to resume rubbing her pussy. Her thong was pushed aside now. He could see her slip her fingers inside before running her middle finger back up to her clit, flicking it, desperately wanting to cum while his cock was in her mouth. 

He could see her frantically rubbing faster, and pushed his hips up as she started to cum. Her moans were loud now and husband wondered if their neighbor heard them. He snapped pics of her throat bulging as she tensed up and her cunt juice ran down her thighs, before finally letting his shaft go from her lips and falling back to gasp, exhausted, her fingers still tucked inside her thong...

Eyes still half closed, she freed her fingers from their lacy confines, brought them to her pursed lips, and licked them clean of her juices. Her nipples poked up, chest still flushed with arousal, and the hungriness in her eyes never left. His cock, throbbing and drooling precum, bounced as her saliva ran down to his heavy balls. He wanted desperately to fuck her, to bury himself in that beautiful shaved cunt, stretch it wide around his girth.

She had nearly fainted as she climaxed. Still on her knees, she lay across his thighs. His jeans were shoved low and bunched around his ankles. The fabric teased and chafed her hard nipples. She looked up him as he watched her recover. "So" she asked..."what are we going to call this photo album?" 

She moved off him to sit back on her haunches. Her breasts heaved with her deep breaths. "How about, "cum volcano' or 'pounding her on the couch'?

He stood up, towering over her, hard cock bouncing in her face as he grinned down at his sexy wife. "You like me to be your little slut...don't you?" She asked knowing that he did. "Yes baby" he growled as she cupped her breasts and pinched her very hard nipples. Hearing his words, she stood up and, falling forward onto the couch, wriggles her round ass in the air, enjoying the cool air on her dripping slit. "Show me what you mean, baby. Take as many pictures as you want, but give me that big dick I love."

She lay face down on the couch and pulled a pillow under her hips to raise her ass for him. She took a deep breath wondering what was next. He moved to kneel between her legs and she opened obediently for him. "Want to fuck me baby? Fuck me like I'm your slut?"

She groaned as he pressed his cock into her... maybe a few inches... and then withdrew. She heard the camera click...and arched her back to invite more.

He savored the tight warmth of her pussy walls enveloping his hardness but held back from sinking deep into her. Her slick pussy hungered for every inch. The heat surged between her legs and she arched her back as she reached between her legs. She was soaked from her recent orgasm and the promise of more.

His wife's willingness to be fucked, whenever and however he wanted, and to have it all recorded in photos, to be pounded silly until she was too sore to stand up only made him hungrier. He slapped her ass playfully but with enough force that the sting caused her to moan. She writhed on the couch and clawed at the pillow beneath her hips. He smiles as she rocked her hips and wiggled for more.

He had to capture this moment. Her juices glistened as they slid from her puffy lips and she reached back to spread her ass cheeks wide. He snapped more pics.

"Please baby, give it to me. All of it please?" she begged as she spread her cheeks with her hands. He noticed the red welt appearing where he slapped her. He snapped a pic of his cock laying across that spot. One last snap of the camera and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear...'you want me to fuck your brains out...don't you?" "Yesssssssssssssss" she pleaded...her lust beyond control now.

He loved her this way and take a close up pic of her soaking pussy. "Let me show you what you look like baby" he said and took her arm to lead her from the couch to their home office. His cock bobbed and swayed as he brought her through the house. 

He transferred the pics to their desktop and launched a slideshow of the images. She watched, fascinated, as the photos played. She creamed more as she saw herself on her knees, worshipping his cock. The slick folds of her pussy were both erotic and obscene. "Do I really look like that?" She asked as a close up appeared. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm better" he said as the pic of his cock a few inches deep appeared on the screen.

She moved to stand at the desk as the photos played. He moved behind her and she spread her legs for him. She gasped as he thrust hard and shoved his throbbing cock to the hilt.

Thrilled by the gushing juices of his newly wanton, nasty slut wife he pulled out and immediately slammed back into her, balls slapping her clit, his fingers digging into the softness of her hips as she whimpered at his assault. She grabbed frantically for the edge of the desk, bent double and coming face to face with an image of her own sex, lewdly spread wide, gaping in anticipation of being stretched and fucked. Burning desire washed over her again and she spread her legs wider. Her legs, quivering as her husband pounded her from behind, whispering unceasing nastiness into her ear, buckled as he slipped a finger into her asshole.

Her cry as her tight hole was invaded sounded loud enough to alert anyone listening and he took it as further encouragement. He pick up the pace, sliding his finger further inside as his heavy balls swung hard against her. She moaned as the slideshow repeated. Pics of his cock in her mouth flashed before her eyes as he fucked her. Her girlie cum ran down his shaft, her thighs were slick now. He thrust faster as her moans and muttered pleas spilled from her lips. "Are you going to cum for me now, slut?" He hissed.

"Ohhhh baby..." she gasped for breath..."don't fuck my ass now...save it for later today..." She wanted it, of course, but also wanted to film that... "We can set up the camera...when you do..." She felt so nasty being fucked like this... and begging for more.

He gently probed her with his finger and felt her pussy pulse and contract around his cock... He slipped his finger from her ass... and slapped her bare cheek. Her body was his...she felt sooooo submissive...

He pulled his cock from her slit, the head resting against her pussy lips, and her whine of disappointment was audible. "Please baby please, I'm so close!" She begged breathlessly. Her ass, still red from his slap, wriggled in frustration, working to be filled again, to feel used like the slut she suddenly was. Her cunt squished audibly as it remained open, gaping, needing to be filled and pushed to orgasm.

He wondered how to take her. In this pose, she begged to be fucked, and offered herself to his desires. He knelt behind her and ordered her to show him her cunt. She obeyed. She gripped each tender ass cheek and opened herself to his gaze. "I'm sooo fucking horny! Fuck me!" She pleaded as she spread for him...

Her wedding ring glistened as she spread her ass wide. His wife accepted and liked his filthy desires. Her sticky holes were completely exposed to his piercing gaze. Looking back over her shoulder as she begged to be fucked, used, pumped full of his hot cum, she saw her match. Lining his cock up, he shoved it inside, no longer caring about her pain or discomfort, wanting only to selfishly pump her full. Of course she was lost in her own obscene desires. Grabbing each wrist, holding her arms in place he slid in and out of her slick pussy, fast approaching his own climax. "I want you to cum, you nasty slut. Milk my swollen cock inside you."

She wiggled and bounced back. He was just a cock now straining to make her come. The two of them exploded...

Rope after rope of his hot cum poured into her, coating her shuddering pussy, her screams and his roar echoing as he filled her, his slut wife, overflowing.



Sean and Me



Introduction

Hi. My name is Steve. My boyfriend's name is Sean. I'm 25; he's 23 but looks younger. I'm a big guy: 6'2" and 210 lbs. of mostly muscle. I work out a lot. Sean is about 5'7", 140 lbs., slim but with little muscular definition. I act straight. Sean isn't effeminate, but no one who meets him would be surprised to learn that he's gay. To see us together, anyone would assume that I am the dominant one, and outside of bed, that's pretty much true. But sexually, he is the top and I am absolutely the bottom. Most submissives fantasize about being topped by a bigger guy, but I find it more exciting to submit willingly to someone who's smaller and weaker, the way some straight men like to be dominated by women. 

Sean has ordered me to write this narrative. He wants me to tell the world all about how he dominates me. (Actually, it's the story of a passionate but fairly vanilla d/s relationship. If you're looking for heavy-duty kink, you won't find it here.) 

Chapter 1

One Friday night, Sean called on his way home from work.

"Can you come over and spend the night?" he asked. Sean and I are lovers, but we don't live together. We both prefer it that way, at least for now.

"Sure," I said.

"Great. I thought maybe tomorrow we could go to the park, if you like. I want to see the Japanese Garden."

"That sounds good."

"Great. But tonight I'm not going to be so nice."

"That sounds really good."

He chuckled, then his tone of voice changed. He wasn't perky anymore. "OK, here's what you're gonna do. Go to my house. Park in the garage and leave your clothes in the car. When I come home, I want to find you on your knees, naked, in my living room."

"Yes sir." 

He hung up without saying goodbye. 

I drove immediately to his house, pulled into the garage and took off my clothes in the car. The garage is separated from the house by a short breezeway, which I had to cross, naked, to get into the house. Anybody across the street or on the sidewalk could see me. I waited until it looked like the coast was clear, and then dashed across. I fumbled with the key, but managed to get in without being seen, as far as I know. Sean's house is on the side of a hill, with a view from the living room of another hill a short distance away. As ordered, I got down on my knees in the living room, in front of a big picture window. Anybody in the houses on the other hill could clearly see me kneeling there. I'm not an exhibitionist; in fact, I'm rather shy. Being naked in front of the window was embarrassing. 

After about a half hour in that uncomfortable position, I heard Sean's car pull into the garage, and I started to get hard. He came in, walked past me without a glance, and went into the bedroom. He came out naked, walked over to me and put his balls in my face. He hadn't taken a shower so they smelled rich and musky. 

"Lick," he ordered. 

I obeyed. I licked first one, then the other, then took both into my mouth at the same time. With my mouth full of scrotum, I could only breathe through my nose, which was mashed into his damp, sweaty pubic hair. I loved the aroma. Eventually he pulled back, and started slapping my face with his dick. Like a lot of small guys, he has a surprisingly big cock. Then he eased it into my mouth and started slowly fucking my face. At times he shoved it all the way in, which made me gag slightly. He didn't care. After a while he pulled out, turned around and bent over.

"Sniff," he ordered.

I obeyed. I breathed in deeply. It wasn't dirty, but smelled strongly of ass sweat. He started rubbing his asshole up and down on my face, and then grabbed the back of my head and shoved my nose into his hole. He squirmed his ass around to make sure my nose was in as far as it could possibly go. After a while, he stood up and, with his hand still buried in my hair, walked over to a chair, dragging me along behind on my knees. He turned around and sat back with his knees hooked over the arms of the chair and his asshole spread wide.

"Lick," he ordered.

I obeyed. I licked all around his asshole. I blew gently on it, then licked it up and down. I clamped my mouth on it and plunged my tongue in and out of it. I backed up and licked all around it. Then he took my hand and placed it on his dick. I stroked his dick while I continued to service his asshole with my tongue. I could tell he was getting close.

"Take my come," he commanded.

I moved my head up to his cock and took it in my mouth while I jerked him. Soon he shoved my head further down on his dick and I could feel his warm come flow into my mouth. I swallowed it down.

After he relaxed for a moment in the afterglow, he stood up and withdrew his softening cock from my mouth. He dried it off on my hair, and then went to take a shower. As he walked away, I begged, "May I please jerk off?" When we're together I have to get his permission to masturbate. 

He said "No" without looking back. I would have to wait until later, probably until morning. I knelt there, in front of the window, with the taste of come in my mouth and the smell of ass on my face, until he finished his shower and got ready for bed. Then I was permitted to clean myself up. I joined him in bed and we snuggled like puppies. The dominance and submission were over for the night, although he wore underwear to bed and I had to remain naked since all my clothes were in the car.

Chapter 2

In the morning I got up before Sean, as I usually do. I made coffee, naked of course, and turned on the TV. Some time later he called from the bedroom, "Hey!' 

I could tell from his voice, and from the fact that he didn't use my name, that we were back to our dominant/submissive roles. I got excited and hoped this time he would let me come after he was through with me. 

"Yes, sir?" I replied.

"Crawl in here and eat my ass."

I got down on my knees and crawled through the living room, past the big window, and into his bedroom. I crawled over to the bed. He was on his stomach with his legs over the side, his cheeks spread and his asshole ready for my attention. I should mention that, for someone who does a lot of ass licking, it's not really my favorite thing to do. I'm not one of those guys who just love to eat ass. I think it's kind of gross, actually. But what really turns me on is being forced to do it. I love it when Sean acts like ass eating is the most humiliating, degrading, disgusting thing anyone could possibly do, and then makes me do it.

I dove in. I licked up, down and sideways. When my jaw got tired, I licked his thighs, then his balls, then I traced his tan line. I went back to his asshole, and tried to get my tongue in far enough for it to come out his mouth. After a while, he said, "OK, get on the bed, on your back." 

I did and he sat down on my face and started to jerk himself off. He moved my hand to my own cock, indicating that I had permission to jerk off too. I was so horny from the night before that I came before him. As soon as I shot, I moved my face out of his ass. After I come, I don't even want to look at it. Sean knows this but he doesn't care. He moved his balls over my mouth, so I had to suck them while breathing through my nose again. This time my nose was right against his asshole. He kept jerking himself while I had to sniff his ass. When he was ready to come, he backed up, positioned his dick over my mouth, and squirted his sperm into my mouth and on my face. 

Again, I waited for him to get cleaned up, while the come on my face became runny and then started to dry, contorting my skin. I'm not allowed to wipe his come off my face without permission. 

After he got showered and dressed, and I got showered, we had breakfast. He was fully dressed and I was still naked. Finally, we were ready to start our day. I made the naked dash across the breezeway to the garage and got dressed in the car. He was nice again, then, and we spent a wonderful day together.

Chapter 3

Sean called from his car while I was getting ready for bed one weeknight. 

"Do you want to come over tonight?" he asked.

"Wish I could. I have to get up early for a stupid meeting in the morning."

"No problem. We'll do it another night."

"You could stop by here for a quickie on your way home if you like," I suggested hopefully.

"OK." His tone changed from nice to nasty. "Be on your knees in your living room wearing your blindfold, and leave the door unlocked." He hung up without saying goodbye. He didn't have to tell me that the blindfold was the only thing I should be wearing. I was puzzled by his order to leave the door unlocked. He has a key, but perhaps he forgot it. 

My house is on a hill, too. It's set up from the street so passersby can't see in, but there is an apartment building across the street and down the block a bit. The people in that building can see everything that happens in my living room. Being on display in front of Sean's window is bad enough. I don't know any of his neighbors. But I see the people from that building all the time on the street. I recognize them when I see them at the grocery store and I assume they recognize me. Also, my next-door neighbors can see in. They're friends of mine, a nice married couple. I didn't want them to see me naked. 

But what could I do? 

So I took off my clothes, put on the blindfold and knelt in front of the sliding glass door that leads to my balcony, in plain view of anyone who happened to look. I waited there, with my head slightly bowed, for what seemed like hours, but was probably only about 15 minutes. When I heard the door open, I realized in a flash why he had told me to leave it unlocked. Being blindfolded, I didn't know who was coming in. It could be anybody. Maybe somebody from the apartment building. The momentary panic passed when I heard his familiar footsteps. He walked slowly to me, and I heard him unzip his pants and pull them partway down. Without any preliminaries, he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth roughly. He kept pounding, treating me like an inanimate come dump. Finally, he pulled my hair, shoved his cock deep in my mouth, and let out a groan. I felt his come spurt to the back of my throat. Then another spurt, and another. He paused for a moment, then withdrew. He wiped his cock off on my cheek. I then heard him pull up his pants, zip up, and walk to the door. I heard the door open and close. He was gone, without having said a word. I felt totally used. I was so turned on, I ripped off the blindfold, jumped up, locked the door, and ran to the privacy of my bedroom. I jerked off, shooting huge gobs of come, which I lapped up greedily. 

Chapter 4

By now, the reader may be wondering "When is this sub ever going to get fucked?" Sorry, but the answer is never. It's not that I don't want to. Sean would like it, and I would love the submissive aspect of it. The problem is, I have an extraordinarily tight asshole. We've tried many times to loosen it up, but even a finger up there is painful. I could never take his dick. So he has to be content with my mouth and hands. Sometimes, though, he'll make me take his finger in my ass, usually while I'm sucking him off. 

One day I made the mistake of giving him a digital video camera. I knew when I bought it that he would use it as a tool of domination, but I had no idea to what degree. As soon as he opened the package, he pointed it at me and ordered me to strip. He made me bend over and spread my cheeks wide for a close-up of my asshole. Then he told me to stick my finger in my mouth. I knew what was coming next, and I didn't like it. 

"Now stick it up your ass," he commanded. I complied, reluctantly. It hurt.

"Now walk around in a circle." I had to bend over to get my finger all the way in, so I could only waddle around in that ridiculous position. I would have felt like a fool even if he weren't preserving it for posterity.

"Now take it out..."

"Thank God," I thought.

"...and stick it in your mouth."

"Oh my God," I thought. I had never done anything like that. Ass licking is one thing, but I'm definitely not into scat or piss. He was testing my limits. But I had to do it, so I did it. I put it in my mouth quickly before I had to smell it, and licked it clean. 

He said, "Smile for the camera," so I tried to put on as dignified a grin as I could manage, while standing there naked with my finger in my mouth. 

"Now get on your knees and suck my cock." I took his dick out of his pants and gave him a blowjob while he pointed the camera at my face. 

When he was ready to shoot, he said "Back up," so I pulled my mouth off his dick and jerked him off onto my face. He got a great shot of the come splattering on my cheek, in my hair, in my eye, and on my lips. 

When he recovered, he asked, "Do you want to jerk off?"

I said, "Yes, sir."

"OK, but you have to put your finger back up your ass while you do it." This from a guy I could bench-press two of. 

So with his come dripping down my face, and my finger up my ass, he recorded me jerking off. When I was about to come, I asked him meekly, "Face or mouth, sir?" It was a standard question between us. I am not allowed to waste come, so I have to either swallow it or smear it all over my face. He gets to decide which.

"Mouth," he said simply.

I pulled my finger out of my ass so I could catch my come in my hand. I missed with the first two shots, which went way past my hand and landed on the floor. The rest landed in my hand, and I lapped them up. I could clearly smell the odor from my finger. I know better than to leave come on the floor, so when my hand was relatively clean, I crawled over to the gobs that missed, and licked them up before he had to tell me to. 

He told me to smile once more for the camera, which I did, and he shut if off. 

For a while, that damn camera was like a third member of the relationship. He recorded every sexual encounter we had. He always positioned the camera so that it wouldn't show his face, only mine. He kept the videos for himself. Most of them I haven't seen, but the most degrading ones he makes me watch. He has never told me whether he has shown them to anyone else. Eventually he got tired of that toy and now only brings it out occasionally.

Chapter 5

Some say turnabout is fair play. I'm sure Sean would be willing to reverse roles occasionally if I wanted. But I don't want. When he's making me eat his ass I like the thought that I'm doing something he would never do for me. The closest we came to switching roles was the time he suggested we play strip poker. The rules were obvious: when the first one was naked and then lost the next hand, he had to be the slave. I grinned lasciviously, as if to say "Payback time!"

Sean said "Uh-oh," but we were just pretending. We both knew I would cheat to lose.

The first several hands I actually tried to win. Soon we both had our shoes and socks off, and Sean had his shirt off. Then I decided it was time to start losing. I gave back good cards and kept junk. One hand I was dealt three fives and turned in two of them. It didn't take long before I was naked and he still had his pants on. I tried to win the next hand, just to prolong the time that I had to sit there naked in front of him, but as it turned out, he won. I had to do whatever he wanted. I do anyway, of course, but somehow the game added another element of obligation. 

"Put your underpants back on, but just up to your ankles," he ordered. 

"Now spread your asscheeks with your hands, bow your head and come with me." He pulled me by the dick, while I did my best to keep up, shuffling behind him. There was no point to it, really, other than to embarrass me. He pulled me around in an awkward circle in the living room, and then into the bedroom. He pushed me face first onto the bed. He hadn't told me I could remove my hands from my ass cheeks, so I kept them there. He removed the rest of his clothes, and then squirted some cold hand cream on my asshole. He got on top of me, as if he were going to fuck me. I knew he wouldn't do that, but I wasn't sure what he had in mind. He slapped my hands away from my ass and began to slide his dick up and down along my crack, between my cheeks but not entering my hole. This massaged my asshole and felt great. It also allowed me to make believe I was getting fucked. I was loving it. Soon I felt his hot come shoot up my back. He pulled my underpants off, which were still around my ankles. He wiped up the mess with them and rolled me over onto my back. He threw the underwear on my face so they covered my eyes and nose. They were wet and smelled strongly of fresh come. 

What he did next really surprised me. He started to suck my cock. He gives me hand jobs sometimes, usually while he's sitting on my face. But this was the first time he ever put his mouth on my dick. I lay back and enjoyed it, and soon I felt like I was ready to erupt. I knew he wouldn't want me to come in his mouth, so I deliberately started to moan and hump my hips up and down so he'd know it was about to happen. Amazingly, he kept sucking, so I shot my load into his mouth. It felt great. As I was catching my breath, I felt him shift positions on the bed. The underpants were still covering my eyes, so I wasn't sure what he was doing. Then he pulled my chin down so my mouth was wide open. I felt warm fluid enter my mouth and realized he was drooling my own come into my mouth. Leave it to Sean to find a way to turn giving a blowjob into an act of dominance. 

"Swallow," he ordered, and I obeyed. He went to clean up and I waited my turn. By the way, both of our houses have more than one bathroom. There's no reason we couldn't shower at the same time, or together for that matter. But he likes to make me wait, especially since I'm always the messier one.

Chapter 6

As I've said, when we're not having sex, the dominance/submission ends. He is thoughtful, kind and sweet, and has a great sense of humor. But sometimes he finds a way of slipping an undercurrent of dominance into our regular life. 

Once we were at the movies watching the trailers and waiting for the feature to begin. He whispered, "Go into the bathroom, take off your underpants and put them in your back pocket."

Dutifully, I complied. There was a short line for the stalls. When I got in and locked the door, I untied and removed my sneakers, then, standing on the dirty floor in my socks, pulled off my pants. It wasn't easy to maneuver in that cramped space. There was no place to hang my pants, so I held them in one hand while I peeled off my briefs with the other. I got my pants and shoes back on and stuffed the underpants in my pocket. The partition was a couple feet off the ground, so anyone who glanced down would have wondered what was going on. Clearly I wasn't sitting on the can doing what you're supposed to be doing in there. I went back to watch the movie, and we held hands like teenagers. Gradually, I realized why he had made me do that. I find it mildly uncomfortable not to wear underwear, and I was constantly aware that I was sitting on that lump in my pocket. So while this was not the kind of humiliation he puts me through at home, it was a gentle, persistent reminder of his dominance. 

A similar thing happened once when we were just getting ready to leave my house to go to a nice restaurant for brunch. As I was grabbing my keys, out of the blue he said, "Lick my ass." 

I didn't ask any questions. I dropped immediately to my knees behind him, reached around and undid his pants. I slipped his pants and underwear down, and spread his cheeks with my hands. He spread his legs slightly and leaned forward. I took a long, slow, lap from his balls to the top of his crack. I was ready to keep going, but he stepped forward, pulled his pants back up, and said cheerfully "OK, let's go."




Sean and Me



It was only in the car that I understood what that was all about. I started to smell the faint aroma of his ass. He had just taken a shower and was clean, but an ass is an ass. All through brunch I would occasionally get a whiff of it. I wondered if the waitress smelled it on me. No mention was made of the incident, and we had a delightful conversation during the meal, but there was always that subtle reminder of what he had made me do.

Chapter 7

Sean and I had planned to spend the night together at his house. I was at mine, waiting for him to call with instructions. When the phone rang I jumped to it.

"Hello?"

"When you get to my house, take off your clothes and go the bedroom closet. Go through my hamper and pull out all the dirty underwear. Take them into the living room and put them in a pile on the floor. Put one of them on your head and lie down on the floor with your face in the pile and your hands clasped behind your back." He then hung up.

I raced to his house, glad that I didn't have to get naked before I got inside this time. I did as I was told. I was surprised by how many dirty underpants he had. It was way out of proportion to the other clothes, so he must have been saving them up. There must have been a couple dozen pair. As I collected them, I didn't notice any skid marks, which would have grossed me out. Each one smelled faintly of his crotch sweat, my favorite scent. All piled together the smell was overpowering. I brought them into the living room and got into position, in front of the window. When he got home, he went into the bedroom and came out a short time later. With the underwear on my head, I couldn't see him, but I could hear him flop down on the couch and turn on the TV. I didn't think he'd lie on his sofa naked, so I assumed he changed into jeans or sweats. He didn't say anything until a commercial came on. He muted the TV and said, "Wipe your ass with one of those."

My ass was clean, but I had begun to sweat a little. I reached forward, picked one up, reached back and wiped it from bottom to top. I had to lift my butt to make sure my hole was exposed. 

"Now stuff it in your mouth." I shoved as much as I could fit into my mouth, then instinctively returned my hands to their clasped position behind my back. He didn't say anything more. When the commercial was over, he turned the sound back on. He continued to watch TV for a couple of hours. When the commercials came on, he would usually go take a leak or get a drink. Each time, he would spank my ass on the way there and back. He likes to spank me and I like to let him, but I like it best when he spanks me while I'm sucking him. I don't get off on pain like serious S&M types, but I do get off on the idea of allowing someone to hurt me a little while I am giving him pleasure. Apparently, spanking was going to be the theme for the night.

Eventually, he decided it was time for bed. He turned off the TV. "Gather those up and stand up," he said.

I was stiff from being in the same position so long. I pulled all the underwear together and struggled to get to my feet. It isn't easy to stand when you can't see and your arms are full. You can't balance yourself. I stumbled a little but managed to stand. He slapped my ass, not too hard, and said, "You missed one." 

I got back down on my knees and tried to feel around while holding onto the rest. I found it and got back up. He pulled me by my dick toward the bedroom. Before we got there, he stopped. "You dropped another one." This time he didn't make me pick it up. He must have picked it up, because I felt him wedge it between my ass cheeks. He grabbed my dick again and pulled me forward. It's hard to walk blindfolded, especially when you have to keep your ass cheeks clenched. I didn't want to drop it again.  

We stopped next to the bed. He said, "Spread those around on your side of the bed, including the one from your head and the one from your crack. Set the one from your mouth aside." I figured he had something in mind for that one. It was sopping wet from absorbing my saliva. 

"Lie down," he ordered. I lay on top of the underwear. Spread out on the bed they made a kind of crotch sweat potpourri. He lay next to me on his side of the bed in a 69 position and commanded, "Service me." This was another code phrase between us. It meant I had to eat his ass while I jerked him off. He pulled my leg over so he could reach my ass and began spanking me. I went to work. Soon my ass was beginning to get sore, so I jerked him faster. Before long, his hips started to buck. I pointed his dick straight up, hoping that some of his come would fall back onto my face. Some did. He shot four or five wads. Some landed on his stomach and one in his pubic hair. Without waiting to be told, I lapped the come from his belly and sucked the one out of his bush.

After he caught his breath, he got up to take his shower. "You can jerk off. Mouth. Then put those back in the hamper, except the one that was in your mouth." I still wasn't sure what he had in mind for that one. 

After I finished myself off and dutifully lapped up my come, I put everything away and took a shower. When I was through I started toward the kitchen where I had left my clothes.

"No," Sean said with a smirk. "Wear those." He pointed to the underwear that had been in my mouth, which were still wet. They felt cold and yucky when I put them on. Plus, they were way too tight since he's smaller than I am. And who the hell wants to put on somebody else's soiled underwear after he has just taken a shower? I climbed into bed, but I knew I should stay way over on my side until they dried. Sean leaned over and kissed me gently, then moved back to his side.

Chapter 8

One Sunday morning, after spending the night at my house, Sean gave me some new instructions. 

"For the next week you're not allowed to masturbate without my permission, even at home. If you want to masturbate, call me, but only on the land line. Don't use my cell." This restricted the times I could jerk off to late evening and early morning, when he would be at home but not asleep.

Then he turned nice again, and we spent the day together running errands and enjoying each other's company.

The next day, Monday, I abstained. By Tuesday night I was getting pretty horny, so I gave it a shot, not really expecting him to consent that soon.

When he answered his phone, I asked simply, "May I masturbate?"

"No." He hung up.

I debated with myself whether to try for permission on Wednesday, but decided against it. Of course, I could have cheated and he would never have known, but I liked the feeling of being at his mercy. During this period we spoke a couple of times about other, non-sexual, things. Sometimes he calls me at work just to let me know he's thinking about me. I don't like to ruin those conversations by letting Mr. Hyde out. He always ends those calls with "Bye-bye. I love you."

By Thursday morning I thought I would explode. I tried again.

"Please sir, may I masturbate?"

"No. Maybe tonight." That gave me hope. Taking my shower that morning, it was all I could do to keep from coming just from soaping up my dick. I had a hard on most of the day at work. I started calling as soon as I got home, but it kept rolling over to his answering machine. He might have been late getting home, or he might not have been picking up deliberately, knowing it was me and why I was calling. Finally he answered.

"Please, please, please let me jerk off, please." 

"OK, go ahead, but when you come, collect it in your hand and call me back for instructions."

I started stroking myself between the O and the K. I wanked furiously. When I came, I tried to catch it in my hand, but it blasted all over the place. I did my best to scoop up the biggest globs and called him back.

"Mouth or face?" I asked.

"Face. And leave it there overnight. And you don't have to call for permission anymore." That last part wasn't a kindness. He just didn't want me to keep calling him every time I wanted to jerk off. While he was talking I smeared the come on my face. 

"Here are your new instructions," he continued. "Until I tell you otherwise, every time you work out you are to wear the same jockstrap. Do not wash it. And every time you jerk off, you have to come into that same jockstrap." He hung up. 

It didn't take a psychic to know that at some point in the future I would have my face in the pouch of one smelly jockstrap.

Chapter 9

Sometimes we make time for a quiet evening at home. This night it was at my house. I picked up some food and dvd's, and Sean cooked. He's a good cook. After dinner we snuggled together on the sofa and put on a dvd of an old movie. After a while I began to notice Sean glancing at the clock a lot. I sensed something was up. At 9:45 he sat up and turned off the TV. 

"We're going to have a guest," he announced. "I want you to show him how subservient you are to me." 

I got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. He was testing my limits again, but I didn't know how far he would go. I couldn't imagine he would want a three-way. For one thing, we're too close. For another, we've been monogamous for a very long time, so we feel safe doing unsafe things with each other, but I know he wouldn't expose either of us to an STD. At the very least I was going to be watched having sex. It was bad enough to be put on display in front of the window where someone might see. It was a whole different matter to put on a live performance for someone a few feet away. If I refused, I knew he would call it off with no hard feelings, but then what kind of a submissive would I be? With great reluctance, I decided to go along. I said nothing, but dropped my head slightly as a sign of acquiescence. 

"Go in the bedroom and get on your knees. Put on your blindfold and lay out two ties. He'll be here soon." We keep some old neckties around for such purposes. Two usually meant he would be tying my wrists and ankles. If he were going to tie me to the bed he would use four.

I went to the bedroom and got undressed. I assumed my customary position and waited. At least it was in the bedroom, not in the living room where the whole world could see. A short time later, my doorbell rang. I heard the door open and close. Neither of them spoke. I heard them come into the bedroom.

"Have a seat. Get comfortable," Sean said. I heard the visitor sit down in my big upholstered chair.

I heard Sean step in front of me. "Take off my shoes and socks." I did.

"Lick my feet." Neither of us has much of a foot fetish, so I figured this was for the visitor's benefit. Perhaps he had requested it. I licked the tops, one at a time. Then he lifted them, one at a time, for me to lick the bottoms and suck the toes. 

"Dry them." I knew what he meant. I rubbed them in my hair to dry them off a bit.

"Stand up and take off my shirt." I scrambled to my feet and felt my way to all the buttons. I slipped it off and it fell to the floor. Or maybe he caught it and tossed it somewhere.

"Lick my armpit." I felt my way to his armpit and began to lick. In some ways I think licking an armpit is more demeaning than licking an asshole. Assholes usually smell worse, but they're a very sensitive part of the body. When a guy makes you lick his ass, you know it's making him feel real good. When he makes you lick his armpit, it is purely because he wants to dominate you. I dove in like a hungry calf.

"Now the other one." I moved to his other armpit and lapped at it.

After a time he backed away and put his hands on my shoulders. He gently pushed me backward and to one side. I figured he was pushing me toward the visitor.

"Bend over and spread your cheeks with your hands so our guest can inspect your asshole." This was really humiliating. I'm embarrassed when I have to do that for a doctor, much less an unseen stranger. In my own home, no less. Still, I had to do as I was told. I thought I heard a soft moan, as if the visitor was enjoying this. It occurred to me that he hadn't said anything yet. I wondered if he and Sean might have arranged that ahead of time, so I wouldn't recognize his voice.

Sean pulled me forward a few steps and pushed down hard on my shoulders. "Back on your knees," he ordered. "Take off my pants." I undid the belt and pulled them down. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. "Underwear. Use your teeth." I pulled them down to his feet, and he stepped out of them. I heard him walk around behind me. He pulled my arms back and tied my wrists, then pulled my ankles together and tied them. He walked around in front again.

"Lick my balls." I raised my head and began to lick, but he pushed my head away. "No. From behind." I clumsily hobbled around behind him. He must have bent over and spread his legs because I was able to reach his balls easily. I took them both in my mouth and massaged them with my tongue. My nose was against his butthole. It felt warm and moist.

"Now lick my asshole," he said in a commanding, slightly threatening voice. 

I decided to ham it up a bit. "Please don't make me do that," I whimpered. "You know I don't like to do that." He grabbed my hair and shoved my face into his ass.

"Lick it!" he practically shouted. I ate him like I never had before. My cock was throbbing at this point. I still didn't like the idea of being watched, but it was making Sean more aggressive, and I liked that. I slobbered all over it. I tongue-fucked it. I rubbed my face all over it. He relaxed his sphincter and let my tongue go way up in. Then he tightened and squeezed it out. He repeated that over and over again. It went on for a long time.

Finally, he pulled forward and commanded, "Now suck me off." I hobbled back in front of him and started sucking. I pictured him standing over me with his hands on his hips, looking down on me as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. I imagined how it must look to the voyeur: the slim, boyish Sean exercising total control over his much larger, well-muscled subordinate. It didn't take Sean long. When he was ready, he pulled out, stroked himself a couple times, then came all over my face and in my open, waiting mouth.

After he recovered, I heard the visitor get up and the two of them walked to the door. Sean said goodnight to him. The door opened and closed. I don't think the guy had jerked off while he watched us. If he did, he did it quietly. 

I heard Sean come back into the bedroom. He untied my wrists and ankles and slipped off my blindfold. He helped me up and gestured toward the bed. I lay down and he sat on my face while he gave me a hand job. That is my favorite thing in the world. It was my reward for putting on a good show. Afterward, I still had to wait for him to clean up first, though.

I never found out who the visitor was. If I asked Sean he would tell me. My guess is it was one of our mutual friends. It is horribly degrading to think that any time we have friends over, one of them might be looking at me and thinking about the time he watched Sean make me lick his asshole. That's why I don't ask. It's more degrading not to know. 



Sean and Roger



"You know I'm not queer, right?" Roger was almost blushing at the attention Sean was lavishing on him. "You really are just that hot to night, by anyone's standards." He let himself lean into Sean's caress, but tried to manage his interest by looking about his dingy, cluttered apartment.

"I tried hard tonight. I mean, not especially for you. But I wanted to feel great when we went out. And it worked." Sean giggled as he realized how much the night's cocktails were staggering his speech, and brushed a stray lock of shoulder length chestnut from where a night of dancing and sweat had plastered it. He leaned in for a kiss and Roger hesitated only a moment before letting himself go.

After a long moment-- probably several minutes, he began to realize-- Roger pulled himself back, catching his breath. He gazed over Sean's body in wonder. His ultimately relaxed posture was pure androgyny; his dress-- the worn out combat boots over black, gray and violet swirled thigh-highs; the mid-thigh length pleated black denim and cordura skirt Sean had hand stitched himself with every chain, lace, clasp and zipper as functional as fashionable; the tight-knitted mesh shirt over the velveteen violet sports bra and under the black leather bodice; the fingerless gloves on each hand, soft black leather on the left and crimson red wool up to his right elbow-- it all oozed of female brutishness and wonton sexuality; his face-- soft hair left down and free; trimmed sideburns to the bottoms of his ears; the short spirit line crossing his strong narrow chin then split into a thin goatee; various shades of foundation applied here and there not to cover course features, but to highlight and accentuate the best-- effacing only the most refined male characteristics; his body-- taller than most men, but only just, with long limbs that were muscular but lean and lithe. That was Sean's strongest talent, to painstakingly arrange every detail to compliment each other, such that, when finished, he truly could affect near perfection with no further effort. Tonight he had achieved perfect androgyny, and it has been noticed by everyone who saw him.

Sean shifted restlessly on the old couch under Roger's stare. "I can go if you want me to." He looked away, pushing his hair behind his ear the way a teenage girl would when she's uncomfortable and unsure what to do about it, and for a moment that's how Roger saw him. Though Sean was taller than Roger by a head, and stronger, too, he seemed to shrink into a scrawny tween for an instant.

"No, no," Roger blurted, almost too loud. "It's just," He took a deep breath and sighed it out, working through his own drink-fogged mind. "It's just... You're so beautiful. I never saw you like that before. I mean, like, as something sexy." He blushed again and looked down himself. "I'd love for you to stay the night."

Sean looked up at Roger out of the corner of his eye. "I'd like that, too," was all he answered before Roger leaned in this time, planting a soft kiss on Sean's neck. Sean moaned lightly and leaned toward Roger with arms outstretched. He turned to him and, arms around Rogers shoulders, pulled him down over him across the couch and pressed his lips to Roger's. This kiss lasted longer than the first, the initial shock leaving Roger quickly, and he let his hands explore Sean's body, though unsteadily. Sean roughly stroked Roger's auburn hair and strong, square shoulders with growing excitement. After a few minutes, Rogers shirt was un-tucked and his trousers opened but not yet down. Sean's bodice was loose and his stockings had slipped to his calves. "Lets go to the bed," Roger suggested between breaths. He reluctantly pushed himself off of Sean and, one hand holding his pants, the other Sean's hand, led the way to a mattress resting on the floor of the next room.

Roger released Sean's hand to close the door behind them, then kicked off his shoes and let go of his trousers. He stumbled out of his shorts and socks while he watched Sean drunkenly struggle with his boots in the dark. "They won't come off," he giggled, falling back on the bed arms outstretched, like a drunken prom date. "Help," he demanded throwing a leg into the airs.

Roger, forgetting about the uncooperative buttons of his shirt, grinned and knelt down between Sean's legs, his stiff member jabbing the side of the mattress almost painfully as he did. "You can keep them on," he said with a chuckle as he ran a hand up each smooth leg and under Sean's skirt. He found his face buried in the course fabrics over Sean's lap as he clumsily felt around for the edges of Sean's boy shorts. When he finally found them he pulled them down a few inches and felt Sean's piece spring up suddenly against his cheek.

Sean drew a sudden breath at the release and moaned softly, "oh, god, please." Roger responded, using his face to push back the skirt and one hand to grip Sean's throbbing penis. He stroked a few times, hesitant, then pushed his mouth over the member with a breath as though diving under water. Roger focused intently on his actions, but heard Sean cry out, "god, yah." Encouraged, he lowered his hand on Sean's shaft and took more of it into his mouth with each bob of his head, ever so careful to mind his teeth and use his tongue, like he had told ex-girlfriends dozens of times before. Sean replied with gently thrusting hips and louder moans, his deep masculine voice taking a distinctly feminine tone.

A few minutes in, Roger brought his head up. "God, that was fantastic," Sean was saying as Roger tugged stupidly at the yellow panties around Sean's knees.

"They wont go over your tights," he whined, but continued tugging.

Sean grinned and grasped Roger's wrist, and tugged him down next to him on the bed and rolled into him for a kiss. After a few seconds Sean sat up, pulled the bodice off over his head, then flipped up the tails of Roger's shirt. He looked at Rogers member almost quizzically for a second then fell on it, taking the full length in the first swallow. Roger threw his head back, gasping at the sensations, throwing his hips into the air. Sean managed to keep in step, and continued as he gently cupped Roger's sack in his hand, massaging its contents while his fingers danced across Roger's taint and anus. Roger drew himself back with some effort and told Sean "yes" very deliberately. Now with Roger's permission, Sean gently pressed a finger into Roger's hole.

Roger jerked slightly at the unfamiliar sensation but controlled himself and raised his knees to give Sean better access. Over a few minutes, Sean had sunk the full length of his finger into Roger's rectum as he worked diligently on the stiff appendage, and Roger has responded with his own moans. Sean pulled his hand away, leaving Roger to gasp at the sudden change. Roger took hold of a lock of Sean's hair and tugged gently. Sean crept up and laid next to Roger kissing him. Roger marveled at the flavor of his own pre on Sean's mouth, circling Sean's lips and tongue for another taste. "God," Sean let out when they broke away. "I want it now. I want to cum," and he raised his legs to give Roger his shot.

Roger sat up looking over Sean's body again. "No," he said. "I want to do this," and he pushed Sean's legs down and threw his own leg over Sean's body to kneel over him. Roger reached behind him and took Sean's penis and positioned it at his ass and tried to lower onto it.

He winced but didn't give up. "Do you have any lube," Sean asked as he casually took hold of Rogers member and began stroking it softly, a concerned look on his face.

"No," Roger sounded frustrated, but then lightened. "I have some lubricated condoms," he suggested.

Sean smiled. "Probably a good idea anyway." Without leaving his position over Sean, Roger leaned over to a box near the head of the bed and retrieved the small square package and ripped it open. Working by feel with one hand going behind him and the other in front, Roger rolled the latex down over Sean's piece.

As he was positioning himself once again, Roger heard Sean ask "are you sure? You don't have to." He responded by pushing Sean's cock inside of him, slowly letting himself down the full length onto Sean's lap. Sean moaned and began pounding his fist over Roger's member harder. Roger pulled air sharply between his teeth as he began grinding into Sean's hips, gently raising and lowering himself. After a few minutes, Roger had found his rhythm and he leaned back and bucked his hips as he watched Sean jack him briskly.

Only a short dozen thrusts later Roger began to feel his orgasm building. "Oh, god," he moaned out and threw himself down over Sean as he came across his chest. Not finished yet, Sean wrapped his arms around Roger's shoulders, lifted his hips and began to drive into Roger furiously. Roger cried out at the sound of their flesh slapping together, and the over-charged feeling in his groin. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit," he yelled. Moments later, Sean came to an abrupt stop, forcing his hips as high off the mattress as he could manage, lifting Roger into the air as he did.

As their climax passed, Roger rolled off of Sean, the condom slipping from Sean's softening member and hanging from his ass. He reached down, almost disgusted, pulled the rubber out with a shutter and tossed it out of sight. Within seconds they were both asleep.



Sean & Shauna



"Oh, Sean!"

"Oh, Shauna!"

"Oh, Sean!!"

"Oh, Shauna!!!"

We both roll around the bed laughing with abandon. I'm sure the neighbors are rolling their eyes and I tell you so. You reply, "They probably just wish they were having this much fun." Slowly, your smile softens. You reach your hand out and cup my cheek. I take a deep, deep breath, my grin slipping a little. I'm not sure I'm ready to let go like you say I've yet to do with anyone else, to be really comfortable. But if it's going to happen, I somehow know it's going to happen with you. 

I'm not used to all this sincerity and intimacy. It's certainly making me a little uncomfortable, but at the same time a lot certain that I picked the right guy. Hints at sexual prowess and stamina aren't the only things that attract me to you: you have a beautiful soul from what I can detect. You are intelligent, funny, open-minded, a great composer of written erotica – and really cute!! Oh, I'm not falling in love, but I sure do like you. And so, I've entrusted my sensual education to you.

"I want you to know that I realize you're putting a lot of trust in me – I am a stranger after all," you chuckle. Stroking my cheek with your thumb, you whisper into my eyes, "I just want to help you feel good, Shauna." 

Uncomfortable, I grin at you brightly, falling back on my old cheekiness and chirp, "Okiedokie! Thanks!!" You chuckle again, wise to the state of affairs. "Okay," you start, taking away the reassurance of your hand and leaving the bed. "Let's get you loosened up." I'm interested in how you intend to do that and am at cautious attention, ready for my lessons to begin. 

"I'm going to step out for a minute and you're going to take your clothes off –" I cringe at this. "No, no. Don't worry; you're going to be covered by this." From the closet you produce a folded sheet and set it in front of me. "Only take off as much as you feel comfortable with – but take off something," you add with a laugh.

I can't help but grin at your quip – you'd almost read my mind. As you smile reassuringly and leave the candlelit room, I amend that thought: I am not so coy and self-conscious as I am behaving. I'm just not used to a lot of intimacy – in the emotional sense. Daddy treated me like a princess, but we didn't have many of what I would call "Kodak moments". Mother was a plain old cold bitch, so no help from those quarters...

I undress and come down to my black lace panties and matching bra. I smile wryly: too bad you won't get to see me in them. I step out of my panties, shed my bra, and as an afterthought, toss them into a far corner of the bed but still within sight.

Self-consciousness kicks in again as I hear you knock – startling me – and call out, "Ready?" I quickly unfold the sheet, hurriedly wrap it around me, and gracelessly scramble into the bed. I steel myself and call out in a rather manly fashion, "Yeah!" You walk in and come to a stop next to the bed looking down at me. "Hm!" you say. 

"What?" I ask suspiciously. 

"Well, one: though I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to take everything off, it also would have been nice to see you in those." You nod towards my discarded lingerie. 

I smirk. 

"And two: you look delicious in just a sheet." 

Laughing, I say, "Why thank you, sir!"

You smile at me for a second longer then move towards the night stand. I'd noticed when you walked in the little bottles you carry delicately. Now you carefully set them on the stand. "Massage oils?" I query, delighted. "Yes," you answer. I sit quietly and wait for your next move or instruction.

You poise over the night stand and ask, "What's your favorite scent?" "Lavender," I immediately reply. "Got it!" You pick up a vile of clear liquid triumphantly, open it, and pour some into your hands. The scent of Lavender has always relaxed me. It floats over to my nose and I inhale happily. Putting the vile down, you begin briskly rubbing your hands together. You smile at me and say, "Now roll over on your stomach and try to relax; let me do the work."

I do as you say. With my back to you I bunch the sheet up across my butt so that my back and legs are totally within view and access. You hum appreciatively. I grin to myself: I'm starting to get more into the swing of things subsequent to my embarrassing realization that I was acting so coy. I'm no wilting wallflower in bed; I'm usually the one giving instructions, though this time I'm fully ready to take them.

I lie down as instructed and settle with my arms crossed under my chin. I feel the bed sink near my right hip and then next to my left one. My heart skips a little as I realize you're straddling me now. I close my eyes and bite my lip, having to hold myself back from raising my butt just that few inches in order to feel the goods against my ass. I wonder how you keep so much self-control when I've got anticipatory fever coursing through my veins. I half want to flip you over and go at you in a number of different ways. But I know you'd rather take your time – and so would I for a change.

I come suddenly out of my thoughts when a lovely warmth spreads across my shoulders; you've put your hands gently, lightly on my back. The warmth is an awesomely relaxing feeling. It follows your hands down, down, down my back until you reach the very top of my butt and flows back up to my shoulders again. I'm smiling, the tension I felt earlier draining from me as if it were never there. A new kind of tension has taken hold of me as you knead my shoulders. I'm still considering raising my ass, just that little bit...

The thought floats away as your hands swim from the middle of my back, down to my sides, and back up to a point between my shoulder blades in the shape of a heart. You go on kneading my shoulders for several minutes, getting every tiny kink out, before moving to the rest of my back. Here I recall a trick that a massage therapist performed on me: he pressed two points on my lower back causing my vagina to lubricate. Not because he and the massage were so sexy, but because he'd hit some special, secret spots that I assumed he'd learned some special, secret place. The lubrication wasn't accompanied by much arousal – he wasn't a hypnotist in control of my mind, after all. You don't hit those special, secret spots as you massage my lower back, but I'm not concerned in the least: I'm plenty wet now just anticipating your next touch; you don't need any special, secret tricks.

Now I feel the bed shifting again; you're moving down my body towards my legs. For a second, I'm regretful that I didn't take the chance I had when your jewels were hovering inches above my ass. Again, the thought is swept away when you put your hands on me. Your open palms firmly glide down the backs of my thighs. I can feel the warmth radiating from your hands. I imagine as you run them slickly back up my thighs you reaching the tops, just under the bottoms of my ass cheeks. I imagine further that you reach up and palm each large cheek, squeezing firmly, then move your hands in circles, smoothing them over my ass and kneading it. In reality you've already moved down my legs further, and are working on my calves. In my mind you're parting my cheeks, exposing my anus to the cool air. You blow on it lightly, causing me to flex my ass a little and giggle. But really, you're now working on my feet, sliding your warm, open palm back and forth over my soles, pushing your fingers between each of my toes. But I'm thinking about you kissing around my anus, teasing me. I moan a little in real time, and you ask, "Good?" I smile to myself and answer, "Very good."

My little daydream goes on while you're still working my feet. I'm imagining you finally landing a tender kiss on my anus. I sigh. Next you give it a little lick – just a little one. Next you – 

"Okay. Roll over on your back, Shauna," you murmur in real life. I'm trying to hide my grin as I gather the sheet to my breasts and roll over as instructed. You look at me, giving me a puzzled smile. I roll my lips in and bite them, raising my eyebrows. "You are enjoying this, right? I mean, we can do something else if you're not into –" 

"No! I'm –" Jeese, Shauna. Stop grinning like an idiot! "Yes, I'm enjoying this very much. I'm just daydreaming."

"Anything good?"

"Oh, yeah!" I chuckle and give you a cryptic smile.

You raise an eyebrow and ask, "Wanna share?"

"You're the polyamorous one, not me – I don't share." I wiggle my eyebrows, grinning at my stupid pun.

You smile at me, chuckling, too. "Oookay..."

I blow out a breath, trying to keep control. This is gonna be hard...Speaking of hard...I spy with my little eye...

I hear you chuckle and look up to see you watching me gaze at the erection pushing out the front of your pants. "I'm enjoying this, too," you wink at me and I'm suddenly caught on your beautiful hazel eyes...You pause and say my name softly: "Shauna?"

"Hmm?" I say distractedly.

"May I touch your breasts?"

"....Mm-hmm."

"Thank you, Shauna."

"No prob." 

It might be a prob. I remember as you reach for them that I'm not too fond of my breasts despite repeatedly getting compliments on them. They are not, as I'd warned you before, anything you'd willingly see in a porno. Though you had soothed me somewhat by saying that my 38C was a perfect size and that you preferred natural breasts, I'm still apprehensive about you seeing them. I take another deep breath and lower my eyes, not to your erection, but to avoid the look on your face when you move the sheet down...

"Shauna, you're silly." 

I look up to see a benignly amused look on your face. 

"There's nothing wrong with your breasts, Shauna. They're beautiful the way they are. Just like you."

I hum skeptically.

You just chuckle and start to gently knead and stroke my breasts. It feels fantastic. 

"Hmm...I may not like them all the time, but that's one of my favorite places to be touched," I mumble.

"I'll keep that in mind," you reply. "Don't tell me where else; I want to find out for myself."

I chuckle, "Sounds good to me."

For a few minutes more you massage my breasts; I enjoy every second. As I told you, my breasts may not aesthetically please me all of the time, but I wouldn't trade in the sensations they can give me for the best looking pair of tits in the world. There exists a hot, wet swelling between my legs created by your ministrations. I'm breathing heavy, my eyes squeezed shut with the effort to not grab you by your erection and swallow you whole. It's just there, hovering over my breasts, just asking for it. It would be a lovely sight: your hands cupping my shining breasts to create a hot, slick hollow to accommodate your length, seeing your thighs flexing with your hips back and forth, seeing your pearlescent precum at the tip mixing with the shining oil – 

"I'm going to do your stomach now, okay? Almost done."

"Oh. Okay!" I quickly recover.

You smile and ask, "Daydreaming again?"

"Yup."

"Still not going to share?"

"Nope."

You smile a little and turn your attention to my stomach. I'm self-conscious again: I have a little tummy on me. Nothing serious yet, but it's still there. The thing that makes me feel slightly better is that it's less noticeable when I'm lying on my back. I ignore the urge to push your hands away, enjoying too much the feeling of them on me. 

You glide your hands across my belly, alternating left and right, soft and firm. You swirl your finger on the inside of my belly button. When you trace my hip bones to my inner thighs I just want you to turn your hand that little bit. I catch my breath every time you go near the lips of my sex. I think what it would feel like for you to cup me in your strong hand, running your oiled finger lightly over my clit, stroking my lips, pulling at them gently...I'm getting frustrated now, squirming and sighing uncontrollably, biting my lower lip. All the massaging you've done has been for naught according to the sexual tension I've got building in me. 

In the shape of a violin's body you run your hands one final time up my torso, squeeze my breasts, and then sit back on your haunches with your hands still idly tracing my skin. You smile down at me with your eyebrows raised questioningly. 

I answer softly, "Thank you, Sean. That was lovely."

"It was truly my pleasure, Shauna. Now. Onward and upward." 

You stand up on the bed, stepping to my side, and offer your hands. I take them and help myself up from the bed. You stand just looking down at me for a second. I'm horribly embarrassed now; looking down is a very bad angle for me. I frown slightly and look away. At the same time I'm feeling embarrassed, I want you to take me in your arms – covering the view of my body – and kiss me. I almost think my wish will come true when you reach up and gently take me by the chin, turning my face up into yours. 

"Shauna. Stop being embarrassed," you command me gently.

"I can't quite help it – no one's ever paid this much close attention to me before. It's kind of...weird."

"Weird," you repeat, laughing. "Well, I don't want you to feel weird. I want you to feel good."

"Oh, I didn't mean to say I don't feel good. This feels excellent. I just reserve the right to feel totally and utterly ashamed of my body."

You chuckle but frown a little. "You're beautiful, Shauna," you murmur with finality. "I'm determined to show you that."

I frown a bit, cautiously considering what it might be like to believe I'm beautiful. I almost dismiss the thought, but I reconsider when I look into your eyes; you aren't lying.

"Okay...What next?" I ask brightly.

Instead of answering you smile and lead me by the hand into the bathroom. More candles, everywhere: on the sink, on the toilet, on the floor. The bathroom is a flickering cave of light and shadow. You lead me to the shower. You let go of my hand after a brief squeeze and bend over the tub to turn it on. I can't resist the urge to slap you on your absolutely beautiful ass. I slap it underhand with a SMACK! You laugh heartily, looking over your shoulder at me. 

"Was that a compliment?"

"Definitely. And thanks for the view!"

"No prob."

Chuckling, you turn back to the water, testing its temperature. I watch you adjust it a few more times, step back, and then ask me, "Is that a good temperature for you?"

I step forward, lean stiffly over the tub and put my hand under the running water. I fully expect you to slap me on the ass – you don't slap it, but you do tap it. I grin at you, stand up, and answer, "That's fine."

"Good. Turn on the shower."

I pull the knob to start the shower then turn to you: "Are you going to take a shower with your clothes on, Sean??" I ask teasingly; I just assume I'm not the only one about to bathe.

You're wearing a t-shirt featuring the words "BURNER FOR LIFE" with the Burning Man logo on it and loose pants made of hemp. You look supremely comfortable and absolutely edible.

"No. I'm not," you say quietly, just looking me in the eyes.

I look back at you questioningly; you're making no move to undress. "Um..." I say stupidly. Then the lights come on: "Oh!" 

I reach for the hem of your shirt and bump my hand – in a completely accidental manner, I assure you – against your package. 

You "Hm!" but make no other move beyond smiling encouragingly and raising your eyebrows a little.

I pause, starting to become a little more bold. I smile seductively into your eyes and run my hands slowly, very slowly under your shirt, up your belly, across your nipples – 

You inhale sharply, parting your lips the slightest bit.

"Hm!" I say. 

"Be careful with those..." you warn me softly.

"I'm sorry," I say slyly. "Did I hurt you?" I know full well that you love having your nipples touched. Before you can answer I gently tug on the piercing in your right nipple. You moan lightly, easing out a breath between your lips that lands gently on my cheek. You've got your eyes closed now. I think it's time I took a little more control...

I put my fingertips on the underside of your biceps and push up. Understanding what I want, you lift your arms above your head. I run my hands back down your front making sure to encounter your nipples again – and detect a tremble in your frame. I reach your waist band – not yet – and grab the hem of your shirt. You assist me in removing it by bending forward a little as I have to get on my tip-toes to pull it over your head. Without delay I hungrily go for your tender nipples. They look vulnerable and delicious. 

First I blow across them whilst tracing my fingernails lightly around the aureoles. I'm rewarded by their puckering and your sighs. You rest your hands on my shoulders and pull me closer into your body, closer to your two little hot spots. I press my breasts against your belly and circle my arms around you in the process pressing your erection excitingly into my stomach. I point my tongue and flick it across your left nipple. You grasp my shoulders a little more firmly and push your hips into me, showing you like what I'm doing and want more. I'm smiling around your nipple now; it's in my mouth, still being flicked by my tongue as I suck on it at the same time. You tilt your head back and moan fully now.

With a wet little pop! I turn your nipple loose. You chuckle at the ceiling and then drop your head down to look at me.

"Shower time!" I say brightly and reach for your waist band. I grasp it and pull it out from your body. Your erection springs up, showing it's rosy head. 

"Mmmm..." I hum appreciatively. There's a large drop of precum at the tip. I can't help but bend forward and whisk it away with my tongue, savoring the unique taste. You suck in a breath and push your hips forward tightly. I want very, very badly to take you into my mouth but I also want to soap up every inch of your body. Decisions, decisions...I compromise by giving your head a quick lick – you moan lightly – then I decide to pull you into the shower first. 

Slowly, appreciating the view on the way down, I sink to the floor pulling your pants with me. I look up and admire what you've got to work with. "Niiiice," I murmur. You're just the right length and width for me and completely shaven. I can't wait to wrap my lips around this beauty and to later have it thrusting deep inside me...You step from the puddle of your pants, brushing your inner thigh across my cheek. Your proud, swollen sex bobs there in front of my eyes, just asking for it...

You bend and take me by the shoulders, lifting me up past your scrumptious sex and into your sparkling eyes. You step into the shower and offer me your hand. I take it and step under the spray with you, closing the shower door behind me. Now we're in an even more intimate space than the bathroom presented: it's dim (finally! I get to hide a little!) but still there's flickering light cast off from the candles just on the other side of the shower door. There's enough standing room for five or six in the shower, but the space seems pleasantly cozy with your body standing over me. 

You and I reach for the soap at the same time, knocking it to the shower floor. We both laugh quietly. 

"I got it," I tell you huskily. I lower to one knee, the warm water splashing and running off my back. I reach for the bar of soap lying between your feet, retrieve it and, instead of standing back up, keep kneeling, lathering the soap in my hands. I then touch my hands and the soap to your legs, slowly massaging around in random patterns. After a minute or so I work my way up your legs to your sex, gently run the soap over your sac and continue upward, squeezing the length of you firmly as I go. You moan and jerk in my hand. When I reach your glans, I stand up and cup my palm over it, moving my hand in circles all the while massaging your sac with my other hand. I'm thoroughly enjoying having you by the balls, Sean...




Sean & Shauna



"Mmm." You come back to your senses for a moment and look into my face, smiling dreamily. "We're supposed to be getting this oil off," you murmur.

"Well, lather me up," I purr invitingly.

You take the soap from my hand and position me under the shower's spray. Your hands rove purposefully across my skin, rinsing away as much oil as you can. Properly wet, you raise the bar of soap to my breasts and start to rub it in loose circles about my chest. This time I'm not bothering with self-consciousness; I want badly for you to lather every inch of me, rinse, and repeat – and for me to do the same to you. 

With this in mind I reach down between your legs and grab hold with my still soapy hands. I lean in and start sucking at your nipples alternating back and forth. You've gotten my breasts nice and soaped up and are squeezing, cupping, and stroking wonderfully. I stroke you very slowly and tightly, giving a little twist of my wrist each time I reach the head of your erection. You begin to slowly pump your hips into my hands and fiddle with my nipples. I take one hand away from your sex and reach around towards your ass. Squeezing it appreciatively I then slide my fingers between your cheeks. You suck in a breath through your teeth as I contact your anus with my fingertips. I love man-anus! So much fun to play with!! I lather you there and keep sliding my fingers up and down, lightly glancing your back door on each pass. A very sexy growl rumbles from your chest as I poke a little more firmly. Soon I've worked a finger inside you, and I'm pulling it in and out. My sex squeezes in response to the tightness around my finger.

You lean down and kiss me on the forehead, nuzzle my nose, then finally – finally!! – lean in and kiss me. It's a light, brief pressure that's incredibly frustrating. I stretch up and, insistent, press my lips firmly against yours. My favorite move is to take the bottom lip between my teeth and I do so now, sucking at it. You told me you like kissing; well, I like kissing, too and go at your mouth with abandon now, feeling the restrained desire to do so released. You keep teasing me by pulling away every now and then. I growl, half a warning, half a plea. You chuckle and finally take my mouth fully, sliding your tongue smoothly between my lips and conquering the depths beyond. Our tongues dance with each other slowly. You suck my lip into your mouth, mimicking me. Gently you bite it, pulling it out then letting go. I come in and flick my tongue across both of yours, then follow the seam with the tip of my tongue from one corner to the other. 

Suddenly you pull away again. "Tease," I hiss, almost pouting. 

You smile at me and murmur, "Take your finger out of my ass for just a minute."

"Aww," I complain but remove my hand from your butt.

"You can put it back in a while, I promise," you sooth me – and yourself. You soap my shoulders and arms, then rinse them and my breasts. Pressing deliciously against my front you reach around and soap my back then rinse it. Thoroughly you lather my ass, between my cheeks, playing at my anus for a minute and kissing me some more. After a while you break the kiss, step back a little, and kneel. Taking the soap you lather up my legs and feet, as I did you, washing away any last traces of oil. You move up with your hands and reach the juncture between my legs. 

Quietly, you say, "This is nice, Shauna."

"Yup! You should feel special I went to the trouble," I laugh.

"I do, Shauna. Thank you."

There is no hair between my legs save a neatly trimmed patch shaped like a diamond at the top of my cleft. I don't usually do this, in fact keep swearing every time I do it that I'll never do it again. It feels great once it's done, but certain...issues with hair removal discourage frequency of the act. But they would be quite unsexy to mention here, so I settle for getting a "Thank you".

You're slowly and attentively passing your hand over my mound and lips. I spread my feet a little farther apart in order to give you better access and gently lay my hand on the nape of your neck. I'm thoroughly enjoying the attention I've been wanting for quite a while now. You cup me in your large hand and squeeze. Gently you start to work circles into my mound and lips, lathering soap there. I'm sighing in appreciation and massaging your neck. You thoroughly lather me and then stand up. I'm disappointed you didn't do more.You say simply, "Rinse." I turn towards the spray of the shower and you help me rinse away the suds left on me. You put your hand on the small of my back, indicating I should move aside so you can rinse, too. I help you as you helped me, running my hands across your body with great admiration. Watching the suds and water run down your body is absolutely fascinating...

You turn and stop the shower. You turn back, open the shower door, step out, and offer your hand once more. I take it and step back out into the flickering cave that is the bathroom. As you reach for a giant, fluffy towel I wistfully imagine you licking away all the water from my body...Instead you come back with the towel and tenderly begin patting me dry. After every few pats you kiss my skin. When you're done drying the whole of me, you wrap the towel around me and hug me tightly, dropping a kiss where my shoulder meets my neck. I sigh and smile contentedly. Presently, I say, "You're turn." 

I can feel your smile on my neck. I look around until I spot another towel, disengage from your arms, fetch the towel, and return to you. I start at your feet, rub briskly up your legs, up your belly, your chest, shoulders, and arms. I walk around to your back and dry that along with your butt, giving it a light smack again. 

You chuckle and tell me, "You missed a spot."

I come back around to your front, purse my lips, looking you up and down, and put a hand on my hip. "Hmmm! Did I? Where??"

You grin at me. "Here." You grab my hand and wrap it around your erection. Not that I wasn't aware of it this entire time, but I just can't believe you're still hard!

"Oh. Can't forget there," I breath. I'm totally focused on stroking your member, watching the skin slide to and fro over the steel underneath. A moan rumbles up from your throat. 

That's it! I can't take it anymore!! 

I swiftly kneel and slip your feverish cock deep into my mouth. Your thighs tense and you exhale harshly. I can feel every single vein on the insides of my cheeks and over the top of my tongue. I slip you deeper into my mouth, bumping the back of my throat. Slowly I begin laving you with my tongue, bobbing my head back and forth over the head of your cock, pumping and squeezing your shaft with my hand, fondling your balls with my other hand. I imagine the textured surface of my tongue sweeping across the sensitive skin over your cock and feel my sex clench in sympathy, causing me to moan and suck a little harder. You suck air through your teeth and moan my name: "Shauna..." I moan again in response; I love the way my name whispers off your breath, pleading with me to suck harder, to take you further down. In response to the vibrations my moans cause, your cock gives regular approving jerks. I can taste your precum leaking onto my tongue...

The taste of you excites me; I start going at you for all I'm worth now, doing my best to impress you and satisfy my hunger at the same time. I steadily back off your cock, sucking all the way. You sigh a small protest at the loss but sigh again appreciatively when I rapidly rub my tongue under the ridge of your glans. Once you're tip is just touching the outside of my lips I bend lower and begin laying chaste kisses and very light nips up the underside of your cock. I work my way down to your balls and gently take each of them into my mouth, suckling softly. I pull away and blow a cool breath on your balls, causing the skin there to tighten in a fascinating way. While I'm busy marveling at your equipment, you are stroking along my cheek and jawline with the backs of your fingers. You tip my chin up to look me intensely in the eyes. You whisper, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," I smile up at you.

"Come up here," you beckon, spreading your arms open for me.

I rise and we embrace tightly, feeling the emotional connection even more than the physical at this point. After a few seconds we part. I've acquired a determined look in my eyes, I'm sure; I don't want to wait any longer. 

I smile graciously into your eyes and say to you, "Thank you for being patient with me, Sean, but I'd like for you to fuck my brains out now."

Your eyebrows meet your hairline and your smile broadens exponentially.

"Oh....Okay....I think I can do that," you say breathlessly.

You make a quick move to put your forearm under my buttocks and cross your other around my back. For a brief second you bend your knees then haul me up and sit me on your hips. I hastily throw my arms around your neck. 

"Oh, my God, Sean!! I am way to heavy for you to be –"

You crush your mouth against mine, pushing your tongue inside and moving it as if searching desperately for something important. I moan and forget what I was about to complain about. For a few more seconds we duel orally for dominance. I guess I win by default as you evacuate your tongue from me. You move to the corner of my mouth, land a kiss, then continue kissing your way lightly down to my neck. That's another place I absolutely love to be touched, and let you know by moaning in delight as you suckle and nip and kiss there.

Continuing business at my neck, you move me to sit lower on your hips. Now I can feel your head just barely touching the lips of my sex. You move your arm from around my back, and grab both my ass cheeks with both your hands. You inch your fingertips between my cheeks and start to worry them at my anus. Then you start to thrust your hips up, tightly and slowly, rotating them just by millimeters. This teases at my lips and opening mercilessly. My fingers curl on your back, digging into your skin because of the compound sensations you're producing. 

"Bed time," you whisper directly into my ear and flick your tongue across it. You leave the bathroom and stop at the side of the bed. Sliding me in an excruciatingly slow journey down your front, you gently bend over and lay me out on the edge of the bed. I sit up on my elbows and hope you're going to do what I think you're going to do....Yes! You're continuing to bend and kneel to the floor in front of me. You glide your hands up my ankles, around my calves and up to my knees. Slowly you push them away from each other. You stare between my legs, seeming to see secrets buried in the wet heat of my center. I know you can see my clitoris sticking out – even when I'm not aroused it's never hard to find. My ex loved to tell me about my "monster clit"...

"Mmmm," you say. "Looks delicious."

"Never know 'til you try," I offer helpfully.

You decide to try. You scoot forward and rest your forearms on the tops of my thighs. You reach your fingers out and part my labia. Leaning farther in you inhale deeply, seeming to like what you smell – or at least the big smile on your face indicates so. I can smell it, too: even though I've just stepped from the shower my juices are flowing freely. 

"Mmm, you smell tasty, Shauna."

"Do I taste as good as I smell, Sean?"

Without answer you look closely and wonderingly a few seconds more, then lower your head and commence driving me wild.

First, you gently and thoroughly kiss everywhere between my legs: lips, mound, inner thighs. Then you part my outer lips and, taking several long seconds to do so, you slowly lap me with the flat of your tongue from my perineum to just below my clitoris. Without touching my clit at all, you immediately run the tip of your tongue back down and for a while flick it ever so lightly across my entrance. My breath catches: how did you know I like being teased there? I don't remember telling you...

You keep teasing me for a while longer, probing around but never inserting your tongue inside me. I thought I was as turned on as I could be before; it was nothing compared to how incredibly wet and heated I am now. I can still take in my own scent and can't wait to taste myself on your lips. For now you take my labia minora gently between your lips and softly suck and pull at them. You release them and return the tip of your tongue to my opening, meticulously tracing and pressing around it. If I was coherent I would express how impressed I am by the dexterity of your tongue. As it is I'm moaning continuously and grinding my hips in the air, trying to get you to taste me more deeply. I love the teasing but it's driving me crazy... 

When I finally realize you have no intention of touching my engorged clit for a while yet, I exhale on a long moan the great breath I'm unaware I was holding onto. Did I just hear you chuckle? Couldn't be – your mouth is too preoccupied. You're now laving my puffy outer lips. Your slightly rough tongue against my bare skin feels delightful and I'm glad I went to the trouble of shaving, since it pleases the both of us.

You make a frustrating figure eight a few times by circling around my clitoris and then down around the entrance to my core. On the last lap you reach the top of my perineum and then slide your tongue smoothly inside me. I gasp and tremble hard – that feels so good! You pull out and then work your tongue back inside me in circles, going deeper with every revolution. Once your tongue is as deep as you can get it, you angle it up, moving back and forth along the sensitive, spongy area on the top wall of my vagina. I'm trembling uncontrollably now so that you have to grab my thighs to hold me still. You continue tonguing me for a minute, stabbing your tongue in and out, and then pull completely away. Before I can relax and take a full breath, you start rubbing at my entrance with a finger, teasing as your tongue teased. I moan deeply as you smoothly push your thick finger into my tight wetness. You push and pull, rotating your finger for a bit. Then you curl it upwards, massaging that magical spot some more.

You rasp, "You're so tight, Shauna; I can't wait to be inside you."

I nearly rocket off the bed when you finally lay a tender kiss on the tip of my clitoris. I exhale exhaustively once again. This time I know you're chuckling deep in your throat; the vibrations travel through your tongue and lips to the tip of my clit. You lick underneath and to the sides a few times. I breath out your name, begging you to stop teasing me. I gasp as you mercifully and finally take my clit into your mouth. You do the same thing to me as I did to you, kissing and licking and sucking and just in general appearing to enjoy the hell out of yourself.

After several more licks and kisses from you, along with several more sighs and moans from me, you come up off your knees. I come out of my pleasure trance and smile stupidly at the ceiling. I can feel you kissing your way up my body: first my mons, then my tummy, a jab of the tongue into my belly button, a few nips under my rib cage, a brief suckle at my right nipple, a few licks dragged along my collar bones, some more nips at my throat, nuzzling at my jaw line, and finally you take my mouth. I can smell my sharp scent on your face. Throwing my arms around your neck and pulling you to me, I moan and suck my taste from your lips and tongue hungrily. 

"Sean," I sigh. I'm kissing you frantically, as if you're going somewhere and never returning. You groan, kiss me on the mouth with finality, and carefully disengage yourself from my arms. I let you go but reach up and delicately lick at your neck. I kiss and nibble, too, causing you to groan some more. You pause to let me continue, then laugh huskily, "Shauna! Hold on. Scoot up a little." I move up the bed towards the headboard, all the while trying to keep my mouth in contact with your throat. You shift to follow, then hold yourself up over me, staring into my face. You smile and I smile back. 

I run my fingers down your sides to your butt and pull your hips towards mine as I'm spreading my thighs wide. You move your hips and the head of your sex glances off my clit a few times before prodding inquiringly at my entrance. You're teasing me again, Sean. But I'm not gonna take it this time: I grab your butt cheeks and pull you into me. There's some resistance at first – as you observed, I'm tight – but of course we're both enjoying it. You begin to slowly and insistently push your hips forward, stretching me and sinking into my flowing heat. We both moan together as your length is finally swallowed deep inside me; our hips meet each other, pelvis to pelvis. Both of us stops moving for a minute in order to enjoy my sweltering slickness.

You press your forehead to mine and exhale on a groan; I also let out the breath I was holding. Great start, but I'm ready to really get started! I pull my knees up under your arms and lock my ankles between your shoulder blades. This of course drives you deeper into me. You growl in your throat, come in for a deep, wild kiss, and start to lazily thrusting. 

My sensitive inner tissues grasp at you desperately, spasming and pulsing. I'm squeezing with all my might. Your breath is hot and measured on my neck as you slowly and deliberately push in and pull out. I whimper with frustration. I want you to go faster, am desperate for you to go faster, deeper, harder. But, if I want something done, I've got to do it myself: I lower my legs to your sides, vicing your waist with my thighs and crossing my ankles over your butt. I start exerting pressure at your ass, rhythmically forcing you into me. 

You apparently like this, as you groan into my neck and take over the motion, moving with a little more urgency. You hug me tightly and I feel your ass flexing under my feet. Now I'm constantly moaning at the sensations running all throughout my body, from between my legs, up my spine, and zigzagging down my limbs. After a few minutes of moving close against me you raise up on your knees. Now you're taking my breasts into your hands, stroking and squeezing and pinching my nipples while still thrusting into me. I can feel your balls slapping against my perineum, knocking at my back door. 

After a long while of the both of us thrashing about, moaning, sighing, and having a good ole time, you slow and chuckle. 

Breathlessly I ask, "What's up?"

You laugh again, and say, "Shauna, you're wearing me out."

"Aww. Poor baby can't take a little exercise??" I tease you, pinching your cheek. "It's okay. I think I can take it from here." I wink.

You raise an eyebrow. I push at your shoulder, silently telling you to move off me. You move onto your right side, leaning on your elbow. I push your shoulder again and you roll onto your back. In one continuous motion I turn so my head is pointing at your feet, swing a leg over your face, and lower myself onto your body. You moan, grab my ass, pull my flowing heat to your face, and immediately get to it.

Before I can touch you, I'm breathless with pleasure again. I moan and gasp and grind into your mouth and wonder at your skill....Speaking of skill, I'm determined to curl your toes. I can smell my juices on you. I eagerly start to lick them away. You begin thrusting your hips in short pumps into the air and breathing heavier. I can barely concentrate on licking you clean because of what you're doing between my legs; everything you did before plus a few new tricks and it all feels a different kind of wonderful with my sex upside down. I've always liked oral sex better in this position, as I get to simultaneously reciprocate and for some reason it feels better on my clit from upside down.

I finish licking you clean after a bit. You've put a couple fingers inside me now and are working at my g-spot again whilst still worrying at my clit. You take your other hand and slip a finger into my ass. I have your balls in one hand. They're wet from me, so I glide my hands over them, massaging and squeezing softly. In a minute or two I run my fingers down between your cheeks and play there. I slowly take you into my mouth, sliding your whole length into my mouth down to the base. You groan against my clit causing me to shiver. I moan around you, and try to milk precum from you. You start to slowly thrust into my mouth, which excites me greatly. After a bit more of this I attempt to deep throat you – and succeed. 




Sean & Shauna



"Damn, Shauna!" you exclaim huskily. 

Your toes are curling. 

"Okay," you pat my butt. "Gotta stop or I'm going to –"

Now I release you from the depths of my mouth, swing my leg over your face, turn around, and swing my other leg over your hips. Now I'm poised just above your member. I smile broadly at you and sit. 

I immediately start moving, driving myself onto you. You groan and start thrusting up into me. Our bodies slap together for several more minutes before you gasp a warning again, "Shauna. I'm about to come..."

I just drill harder and faster; I want to feel your hot cum splash against my cervix and flow from me. You comprehend my intent too late. You shout hoarsely, stiffen from head to toe, and do exactly what I wanted. I feel you jerk repeatedly inside me, your cum shooting from you and hitting my back wall, filling me up, rewarding me for hard work. The feeling of you inside me, plus your attention to my g-spot earlier and now, plus your pelvis rubbing at my clit has produced a miracle: I come soon after you, stiffening and moaning long and loud. The orgasm seems to last forever and a day. It shoots through me, touching every nerve in my body. I've never felt one so intense in my entire life. 

I roll my head back and ride you for a while longer until you've completely stopped spasming inside me and I come back down to Earth. Eventually, after what seems like forever, you softly breath, "Shauna?"

I roll my head forward lazily, smile down at you dreamily, and answer, "Hmmm?"

You open your mouth but nothing comes from it. I tilt my head and grin at you questioningly. Still you say nothing; eventually you just smile, laugh, and hug me to you. 



Sean and the Bunny Rabbit



Author's Note: Please give this story a chance before you bail-out on it. From other reader's comments, I have learned the longer you stick with this story, the more likely you are to finish it. So get your sense-of-humor and imagination ready! Thank You for your Patience. 

*

Sean grew excited, hearing the knocking at his front door. The escort agency had dispatched a new girl to answer his call tonight, and he looked forward eagerly to meeting her. Imagine his disappointment when he opened his front door and saw a bunny rabbit standing there.

Had the agency that had been so reliable, made some sort of mistake, sending him a bunny? She was a cute bunny, he supposed, she had large brown eyes and smiled at him sweetly, innocently. She was grey, with long white ears and a fuzzy white tail.

"You're a bunny rabbit," Sean said, pointing out the obvious. She nodded her head, wiggling in delight.

"Yes sir! I'm a bunny rabbit," She said, her foot suddenly twitching, thumping down on his wooden porch rapidly. "My name is Thumper." 

Certainly, Sean thought, there must be some mix-up. The agency had never mixed-up his calls. The agency had always been very reliable. But his agency had sent him Thumper.

"But I didn't order a. . ." Sean explained. The suddenly sad looking Thumper's ears drooped noticeably, and her foot stopped thumbing on his porch. Looking out over her, into the street, Sean began to wonder if the people who lived across the street had seen this cute bunny come to his door. "Come in, come in, please," Sean said, opening his front door wide and standing aside, so Thumper could enter his home. He watched her as her ears quickly perked up, hoping she wouldn't start that annoying thumping again.

"Thank you sir," she said. "And can I say, sir that I am very pleased..."

"Wait a minute," Sean interrupted. "Why did the agency send me a bunny?"

"Sir, I was the only young girl at the agency," Thumper explained. "When you called that is. I have been there all day, hoping I would get a call, sir, do you understand?" 

Though Sean nodded his head, he hardly understood at all. He led Thumper into the living room and asked her if she would like to sit down. "Thank you sir," she said. She knelt down on the floor and leaned back, resting her little butt on her feet, and looked up at him with her large brown, her cute little nose wiggling just a bit. She seemed nervous, Sean decided, her nose wiggling like that.

"How old are you, Thumper?" Sean asked her.

"Eighteen, sir," Thumper responded enthusiastically. "And I am a very healthy, energetic teen."

"I see," Sean said, not really seeing at all. "And you are really a rabbit? Or is that just a suit you are wearing?"

"I'm only part rabbit, sir," she explained. "Much of this is just a costume. But not all of it. I really am very comfortable dressed like this, do you understand?" Sean nodded, again, not understanding at all. "Would you care for me to remove what I can sir?"

"Please, Thumper, if it wouldn't bother you too much." Sean answered, sitting down on his couch, curious. Young Thumper immediately stood before him, and peeled off her bunny suit, whatever would come off anyway. Sean grew more confused when he saw a slim, curvy young woman standing in front of him. She had long blonde hair, from which rose her pretty ears.

Well, she looked like a young teenage girl. But she was covered completely, except for her very cute face, with very short and fuzzy grey hair, all over her body. Sean wasn't absolutely certain it covered her whole body, for she stood before him, still wearing a small furry white bra and furry white panties. He thought her fuzzy white underwear looked nice on her grey lightly furred body.

And her body! She was indeed a healthy little teen. He stood and approached her. At six feet tall, Sean towered over Thumper. She was a slim one, she was, Sean thought, with curvy hips, thin waist and flat tummy. It appeared she had firm breasts, under her fuzzy bikini, that seemed a little too large on her petite frame. Sean liked that in a girl. As he circled around behind her, admiring her firm fuzzy teenage legs, he noticed she had a tremendous ass. It didn't really bother him so much, he thought, that right above her ass was a fuzzy white tail. Thumper's tail seemed to be shaking somewhat.

"Does your tail shake like that always, Thumper?" Sean asked, admiring her ass some more, wondering what goodies lay under her shaking fuzzy white tail.

She twisted her upper body slightly around to answer him, fixing her large brown eyes on him. Sean saw her cute little human nose was quivering too. "Only when I am nervous, sir," she explained. Sean nodded, as Thumper watched him circling her. Her ears seemed to follow him too, he saw, admiring their flexibility. She seemed to relax slightly, as he stood before her again. 

Sean found himself wondering what he should do with this sexy thing before him. She certainly had cute brown eyes, and full pink lips. She had a slightly bad case of buck-teeth, but what bunny girl wouldn't, he thought to himself, as he looked at her standing anxiously before him . "Sir, if I might add. . ." She started.

"Call me Sean, please, Thumper." he told her.

"Sean, please, I wanted to say that I am sure I can be very pleasing, if you will only give me the chance." She said, enthusiastically.

. "I see," Sean lied. "How long have you been at the agency, Thumper?"

"Almost a week sir," Thumper said, with a brave smile.

"Hmm. . . and you have had how many calls?"

"For me? Specifically for me, sir?" She asked. Sean nodded. He saw her small smile fade, her ears droop.

"None sir, I mean Sean. . . but I have gone on three calls!" She added.

"And. . .?"

"This is as far as I have gotten, to be honest Sean. I have not been invited inside, until tonight." She admitted, her ears drooping further. "There are not many calls for little bunny girls, Sean." she added sadly, her ears dropping even further. Sean felt sad for Thumper. She had gone to work for almost a whole week, and hadn't been fucked yet. Poor bunny girl . "Are you sexually. . ." Sean asked, "experienced?" Thumper's ears immediately rose, tall and straight.

"Oh yes sir!" she claimed. "Me and my brother, we screw. . . we screw like little bunny rabbits Sean." 

"You little brother is. . .?"

"Eighteen too, Sean," she answered, smiling bravely.

"And his. . .?"

"About the size of a small carrot, Sean," she answered. Sean thought that may be trouble. He told her so.

"I am about the size of a cucumber, Thumper," he said. "A large cucumber." Thumper immediately showed signs of excitement, her foot thumping on his floor, her tail wiggling away. Her ears flexed several times, in confidence. Her excitement soon passed though, as she quickly regained her composure.

"I'm sure you will find me comfortably tight, Sean," she promised. "And so eager to please." Sean was encouraged by her bunny-like enthusiasm. He had further questions though.

"Anatomically, could you please. . . are you like. . .?"

"Just like a young teenage girl, Sean." She promised. "I have a tight teen pussy, and a very tight teen ass." She looked up at him with her large browns eyes. "My breasts are very firm sir, if you would like to examine them, perhaps?" Sean nodded.

"I would like to examine you breasts, Thumper, if it wouldn't be a bother." The young teen quickly unsnapped her furry white bikini top, and proudly showed Sean her breasts. Sean was very impressed with them. They looked very firm, and her pink fleshy nipples poked through her short grey fur, very hard and erect.

"May I feel them, Thumper?" Sean asked.

"Please Sean," she answered, smiling. "Please feel my breasts." Sean took a breast in each of his hands. His bunny girl immediately grew very excited, her foot thumping on the floor. "Oh Sean. . ."

Her breast felt very firm, and he enjoyed her soft grey fur, he found, as he stroked it, petted it. He liked how excited Thumper got as he fondled her firm full fuzzy breasts.

"Feel free to squeeze them," She offered. "And pinch my hard nipples." Sean did just that, squeezing her firm breasts gently, and pinching her hard erect nipples.

"Oh Sean," She moaned. "I enjoy the feel of your hands on me, fondling my breasts." Sean continued to fondle her, wondering if perhaps he wouldn't keep this girl here, tonight.

Certainly, he was under no obligation to accept her, he could send her right back to the agency. But he liked her enthusiasm. Her excitement thrilled him a bit. She was a bit unusual, for sure, but perhaps it would be nice to fuck a young bunny girl for a change, he thought. But he knew he needed a bit more information.

"Thumper, would you mind removing the rest of your fuzzy bikini?" Sean asked. She shook her head, and quickly removed her bikini bottoms. And stood before him. "Would you mind turning around, and perhaps bending over a bit." Thumper shook her head. She wouldn't mind in the least.

She turned away from Sean, and slowly spread her legs, and leaning forward, resting her hands on her furry knees. Sean grew excited at what he saw. Her little pussy was furry, for sure. But it was a puffy little pussy, with pretty pink fleshy pussy lips rising slightly out of her soft grey fur. Sean admired her little pussy and told her so.

"You have a very pretty little pussy, Thumper," He said.

"Thank you Sean," she answered sweetly. "It would gladly welcome your large cucumber, if I may be so bold. . ."

Sean appreciated her answer, but began to wonder about her little butt hole, when he saw her little fuzzy white tail raise up. Underneath, was a pretty pink asshole. It looked very very tight to Sean.

"That's a very cute and tight looking asshole, Thumper," Sean said. She thanked him again.

"It's my weakness, my tight little asshole, Sean. Do you understand? You see, I love it when my brother puts his little thing in my tight little butt hole," Thumper said with a little giggle. Sean liked that trait in a girl, he certainly did, and it was not an ordinary trait, he knew. Sean decided, then and there to give his little bunny girl a whirl. Why not. He may never get a chance like this again, he pondered.

"Well, Thumper, I have decided," Sean said to her. She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide, her long white ears twitching with excitement. "I have decided to give you a try." She immediately began thumping her foot quickly, something that Sean found a little annoying. "Perhaps, Thumper, you could restrain your anxious little foot?" The thumping immediately died down.

"I'm very..." She started, her foot thumping twice again on his floor. "Oopsy! I'm very sorry Sean," She said with little giggle. "It happens when I get excited, you see?" Thump. Thump. Sean smiled at his young girl encouragingly.

"Would you like something to drink, or a snack, Thumper?" Sean asked kindly.

"Perhaps Sean, if you have a small carrot, or maybe some lettuce?" Sean knew he was out of lettuce, but thought maybe he had a carrot or two in his refrigerator. He went to check, and soon returned with a small fresh carrot for her.

"Please, Thumper, sit down and make yourself comfortable." Thumper sat down on his couch, and Sean sat next to her, as she crossed her nice legs in front of her on the couch. She examined her carrot, and dipped it down between her legs, and slid the tip of her small carrot between her pretty pink pussy lips, just a bit, and pulled it out. Sean watched her closely, as she slid the carrot into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it sensually, sucking on it lightly.

"Mmm." she said. Soon she nibbled the end of the carrot off. She chewed it slowly, and swallowed.

"This is a very tasty carrot, Sean." Sean was glad she enjoyed her carrot, and watched her as she dipped it between her legs again, sliding it lightly into her pussy.

"That's unusual, Thumper," Sean commented. "To eat a carrot that way." Thumper looked at him, again slowly sticking the carrot in her mouth, sucking on it lightly, and moaning.

"Mm...I like bunny juice, Sean," She explained, biting of a small bit if her carrot. "On my carrots. It taste very very good." She dipped the carrot to her pussy again, getting it juicy. She held it up for him. "Would you like a bite of my carrot, Sean, with some juice on it?" Nodding his head, he said yes, he certainly would! She leaned over, holding the carrot in front of Sean's open mouth, and slowly sliding it in. Sean sucked on the carrot, tasting her bunny juice. It was marvelous! Sean had never tasted anything like it before.

"Your bunny juice tastes wonderful, Thumper!" She was very pleased to here this and smiled proudly. 

"My brother sure does think so."

"Thumper, may I please...lick some juice from your furry little pussy?" Sean asked, hoping he wasn't offending her.

"Oh Sean! I think I that would be wonderful!" Thumper turned to face him on the couch, and leaned back, resting on her elbows. Her legs fell slowly apart for Sean. "Please Sean, help yourself to all the juice you want." He looked between her fuzzy little legs, seeing her pretty pink lips and dove right in. Her little pussy, though furry, was very soft and puffy. He found little bunny girls could be very sensitive.

"Oh Sean! Your tongue feels so good on my little pussy, please lick away!" Sean was soon flooded with juice as he licked and licked between her soft wet pussy lips. Her pussy was very firm and wet, and exactly like a teen girls pussy should be, but tasted very very good! He slipped a finger into Thumper's pussy, to get more juice from her, and found her to be very tight and warm inside. She moaned encouragements to him.

"Good Sean, good!" She moaned "You are making me very wet with bunny juice, licking me and fingering me like that." Soon Sean felt her little foot thumping away on the back of the couch. "I'm so sorry Sean, I'll try to control myself better," She cried. He assured her it was ok. He was learning young bunny girls could be excitable. Her fury thighs were soon squeezing Sean's face lightly, as she rubbed the top of his head with her furry hands, cooing softly and moaning his name.

"Oh Sean, yes baby, lick me Sean...You are so good Sean!" She moaned. Sean felt happy to be pleasing Thumper. When he looked up at her, she was just sticking her carrot back into her mouth, sucking on it with an eagerness that excited him. She pulled it out soon, though, as she started to moan louder.

"I'm cumming Sean, please don't stop licking me Sean, oh please keep going, oh please, oh it feels so so good! Whheee!" Sean was flooded with more bunny juice than he could imagine. And he tried to suck it all up, licking and nibbling lightly and her long pussy lips, and catching the juice as it dripped down toward her ass hole. "Oh Sean, that's wonderful!" Too soon though, Thumper was pulling his head up from her lap.

"I get very sensitive after my orgasms, Sean," She explained as the very tip of her ears folded over, again and again. She saw him watching her ears, and explained. "They do that, when I am in this excited state, Sean, I hope that doesn't bother you." Sean shook his head.

"No Thumper, I like your expressive ears." Sean told her, softly petting her furry thighs. She began to rub her hard little nipples when he said that, telling him he said the nicest things to her.

"I think you are very sweet, Sean," She said smiling shyly at him, while beginning to massage her ample breasts.

"May I rub your breasts for you Thumper?" Sean asked."Please do Sean, I would enjoy it if you rubbed my breasts." she said. "But do you have a bed, Sean, perhaps, we could..."

"Certainly Thumper, please follow me." Thumper picked up her little bunny suit, and hopped after Sean. In his room, Sean took off all his cloths, and lay back on his bed, his young Thumper following him. She crawled on top of him and hung her full firm furry breasts over his face. Sean was soon petting them, suckling them, and massaging them to the obvious delight of a thumping Thumper. Soon, Sean felt a warm furry hand wrap around his cucumber sized organ, which had grown very hard. He thought her furry hand felt marvelous as it began to massage his cock.

"You have such a beautiful BIG cock, Sean," She declared. "It excites me to no end..." She began to coo softly and then asked Sean a very very serious question.

"May I, Sean," Thumper asked shyly, "Kiss your cock, please?" Sean groaned and encouraged his little bunny girl to take his cock into her mouth. Sean briefly grew forlorn when she swung her full firm furry breast from his face, but grew happy again, when she spun around and he found himself looking up at her fleshy pink pussy lips. He stroked them several times, collecting more juice from her. He saw that often her little fuzzy white bunny tail rose, twitching in excitement, exposing her little pink asshole.

And her mouth! It was so full of saliva, warm and soft. Little bunny girls, he soon learned had absolutely NO gag reflex. He felt very pleasured as Thumper sucked hard on his cock, except...

"Thumper, could you perhaps be a little more carefully with your cute little buck teeth?" Sean asked. Her little fuzzy white tail wiggled in affirmation. As her little furry bunny hand massaged his large balls, Sean felt himself growing excited. He suggested that perhaps he and Thumper move on to other things. Thumper was here to please, she assured him, Spinning around again, her pussy over his cock.

"Maybe, Sean, you would like me to mount you?" She asked, with a very cute smile and large brown eyes. "With my pussy, Sean?" Sean nodded, that would be nice. Slowly, Thumper began to lower herself onto his cucumber sized cock. She felt wonderful, Sean thought, as she slid down his cock. He was amazed with her long white fuzzy ears, as they twitched, folded and stretched as she took pleasure in him beginning to fill her.

"Oh My, Sean," Thumper cried. "Oh me oh My! What a nice cock, oh it is filling me so!" She squirmed on him excitedly, delighting Sean, visually and physically. What a wonderful girl, Sean thought. Her pussy was so warm, soft and wet. She had very powerful, and talented, young pussy muscles, and they squeezed him just right. "Oh yes! Oh yes! You feel so good!" she cried, her little foot thumping next to his knee. "Oh fuck me! Oh fuck me! Brrrrrr!" She began to slide up and down on his cock, her firm sexy bunny legs easily lifting her up his cock and quickly lowering her, again and again. Her little pussy muscles tugging and squeezing his cock so pleasantly. Sean felt his lap soon covered in juice. Thumper lay her fuzzy little hands on his chest and looked into his eyes. "I love riding your hard cock with my tight teen pussy, Sean, I love it I love it Ewwww." She cried, her ears expressing their joy, reaching for his face, as she leaned down over him, and stoking his cheeks. He felt her warm breath on his chest, her ears on his face, her pussy sliding up and down his cock so tight, so wet, so warm. And....

Thumper began to purr, and her purring grew more loud as her hips thrust her pussy up and down on his cock faster and faster. Soon the purring was vibrating his hard cock so wonderfully, and just right, too!

"I cumming!" she cried, her ears hugging his face tighter. "Cumming! It feels so good! You're so big! Ohhhhh!" Sean lost control just then, and his cock began to pump his semen into Thumper. Lots of semen. Thumper's pussy muscles seemed to grasp him tighter, more intimately, as she rose and milked him of his semen. Sean groaned pleasurably, excitedly, thrilled with his little teen girl and her tight teen pussy. Soon, her ears were lightly stroking his face, as Sean found himself looking into her large brown smiling eyes. Her purring was gradually dying down, to Sean's disappointment.




Sean and the Bunny Rabbit



"Do all bunny girls purr like that, Thumper?" Sean asked.

"Only when they have a powerful cock-filled orgasm, Sean." she answered sweetly. "And I had a powerful one, thank you." Sean added that he did too. "I feel your semen, Sean, in me and running down my furry little legs." When she rose up, again sitting on him, Sean saw that in his excitement, he had ruffled much of her finely furred body. He felt very bad about this, she had looked so well groomed when she had stripped for him.

"Thumper," Sean said. "I am sorry, but I have ruffled your fur." She looked down on him, and her ears seemed to tell him it was no bother, she liked having her fur ruffled by him.

"I have a brush in my costume, Sean," she explained. "I can brush for you if you like." Sean nodded, and soon Thumper was lying beside him, brushing her fine grey fur.

"May I brush you, Thumper?" Sean asked rolling over and watching her.

"Yes Sean, but you must try to brush in the right direction." she said. He watched her closely as she brushed, marveling at her pretty furry, tight teen body. Her fur didn't grow out all in the same direction on her body. It swirled and curved. He took her brush, and tried his best to comb her fur just right. She cooed softly at his efforts.

"Very nice Sean," she said. Sean began to brush the fur around her tight little belly button. He saw her little belly button was not filled with fur, but was bare of it, fleshy and neat. He poked it with his pinky, and Thumper giggled. "That tickles me Sean!" Sean saw that the fur around her belly button swirled sexily out around her flat tight tummy, and enjoyed brushing it. Soon, she was looking very well groomed again. She looked very pleased. Sean had grown very hard. She noticed.

"Perhaps Sean, you could brush my back?" she asked. Certainly! Soon, young Thumper was situated on his bed, on all fours, as Sean rose behind her to brush her back. As he did, young Thumper often raised her fluffy white tail, exposing her very tight young pink bud to him seductively. This gave Sean an idea, of course.

"Young Thumper," Sean asked. "Do you suppose my cucumber sized cock would fit into your ass?" He looked at her with concern. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Bunny girls have a very durable spincter, Sean." she explained. "I am very accomodating. And I would take great pleasure," she said with her ears tweaking wildly, "in you drilling out my tight teen ass with your cucumber sized cock." Sean was quickly positioned just right, behind his slim-waist bunny girl, gathering bunny juice on his cock, lubing it up, to drill her ass out. He rose behind Thumper, and pointing his cock down at her little pink asshole, he plunged into her.

"Ewww, you are so Thick!" she cried, her ears reaching way out, and then up, for his ceiling.

"Am I hurting you Thumper?" Sean asked with concern. She shook her head.

"No Sean, I have a young sphincter. I am very accomodating, even to cucumber sized cocks like yours." Indeed, Sean found her asshole to be The most accomodating he had ever had. She took him all the way in! She remained very tight, and he marveled at the warmth and wetness of her muscular shit tubes. "Oh golly! Oh my Golly!" she cried. "So much more! So much bigger! Than my funny bunny brother! You fill me! You rub inside all of me! You feel so so so .....Big in me! So Good in me...So hard and THICK in me...Oh fuck away and Drill me out a whole new asshole Sean! Eww!"

Her little fluffy white tail was almost expressive as her ears, Sean learned as he reamed out her fine poop-shute. He reached under Thumper, to tickle her long luscious clit and to rub her full firm breasts. She was just Delicious, he thought, offering her ass so generously to him, and squealing so pleasurably. Sean thought her strong sphincter squeezed him so well, so just-right, as he slid in and out of her so-so tight teen ass.

Soon, Thumper began purring again, vibrating his hard cock pleasurably. "Go Sean Go! I am cumming Again!...I love Ass Orgasms!" Sean was growing excited too, her ass squeezing him tighter and tighter as she came. And soon, he was pumping a large load of sperm into her squirming teen asshole. He sprayed cum deep inside his little bunny girl's shit tubes. "Brrr...grrr...mmmm." she moaned.

Later, after combing the fur on her back again, after he had messed it up so, Sean paid Thumper, and tipped her very very generously, pleasing her and making her very proud.

Returning home from work the next day, Sean stared into his refrigerator. He was wondering what to fix for dinner. He spotted a single little carrot in the back, and his mind was drawn back to Thumper. He pondered her, and thought, perhaps...

"Hello, Escort Agency, Martha here, May I help you?" The lady said into the phone. "Hello, Martha, Sean here."

"I didn't think I would be hearing from you until this weekend, young man. How may I help you?" She asked.

"Martha, I was wondering, perhaps...maybe...Is Thumper there? Is that little bunny girl there now. Could she come see me?"

"Yes Sean," Martha answered. "Thumper the little bunny girl is here." At that moment, Sean was sure she was, because even over the phone, he could here a loud excited thumping. "It seems, Sean, she would be eager to come visit you. 



Sean Ch. 2



I awoke the next morning and for a split second was rather amazed there’s a man in my bed. Who was still sleeping soundly, so I got up quietly and made my way to the bathroom and then the kitchen. 

I was sipping coffee, still naked, and just staring out the window when I heard something behind me. Turning, I saw that incredible smile. He always looks at me like I’m quite amusing in some odd way. Makes me wonder what amuses him so. Do I look funny? He looks absolutely gorgeous. Even in the morning. 

He put his arms around me as I was looking into his smiling eyes. “Good morning. Coffee?” He kissed me passionately. “Yes, please.” 

We both sipped, and made small talk, staring out the window.  I stood to get the pot and refill our cups, and then realized he had stood and was behind me, waiting for me to turn around. Pulled me into his arms, and there was another luscious kiss. Several luscious kisses, in fact.

 “Are you ready for your morning spanking, Karen?”

“What!?! You’ve got to be kidding.”

“No, I’m not. Come over here and bend over the table. This will start the day off right and put you in the right frame of mind.” 

Ok, I have always fantasized about a man who’d want to spank me on a regular basis, but suspecting I’d actually Found one was a bit daunting. You know, like “Be careful what you wish for….” However so far he hasn’t been mean or abusive with it, and I must admit, just the thought of it made my pussy very creamy.

He glanced at my open window, which had a wooden slat propping it open, and taking the slat, turned to me as I leaned over the table. “Yes, I find a good morning spanking will put you in the right frame of mind for the rest of the day. It’s a marvelous way to get you steered in the right direction.” I must admit I had no idea what he’s talking about, but then I heard a sharp Whack! And realized I’m sure I’ll find out.

He gave me twenty five smacks with the wooden slat and then put it back in the window. I just stood looking at him my tears, not knowing what to say. He put his arms around me, and with one finger, began feeling my pussy. “Yes, see, each spanking makes your pussy wet. Now, bend over the table once more and let me enjoy this.” I did so, thinking a fucking from behind is better than another spanking.  His fingers were massaging my pussy until I felt the head of his cock shoving itself inside. OH! That felt wonderful….

He fucked me hard and deep, and soon was shooting into me. It felt like it was filling my belly, and oh, felt so good!!!! Afterward he said, “So, would you like to come and see my place? Or do you have plans for the day?”

“I have no plans. And I’d love to see your place.”

“Would you like to pack an overnight bag in case you decide to stay the night, or do you have to get up early for work?”

“I don’t really need an overnight bag if I take my purse. And I’m not working anywhere at the moment. I spend all my days job hunting and worrying about where I’m going to live after my landlord kicks me out.”

“That bad is it?”

“Well, the rent’s paid through the rest of this month, but after that, I have no idea.  I had a job lead that didn’t pan out. I was thinking I’d end up moving in with my sister or something.”

“Pack a bag anyway, and let’s go.” We drove across town and then headed out to the country, but not very far. There was a lovely older farmhouse surrounded by a large yard and many trees. “This is absolutely beautiful.” “Yes, it was my grandparents’ house and I remodeled the kitchen and baths. It’s quite comfortable.”

Comfortable was only one word I’d use to describe it. It had the lovely old woodwork, and the heavy doors. There was plenty of space, and also plenty of dust. It had been remodeled, but also hadn’t been cleaned in some time. Upstairs he’d knocked down a wall to make the master bedroom larger, and there was also a guest room down the hall and at the very end of the hall, an empty room with just carpet and very little furniture; a hall bath, and a master bath. “This is very nice.”

“Yes, and all I need is someone to keep house for me, you know, the dusting and the cleaning, and a good cook would be nice also.”

“Sounds like you need a wife, but if you’re offering me the job, I have no desire to be anyone’s wife.”

“Well, then how about being my live-in housekeeper. You don’t need to be a wife to do those things.”

“True.” As a matter of fact, this was almost too good to be true. Just when I’m on the verge of losing my own cracker box apartment, he’s offering me a job with a place to stay.

Of course, my bottom is still smarting from the spanking this morning, and I have a sneaking suspicion it’s going to be sore for some time to come. But this is actually something I’ve fantasized about for some time, so maybe it would be fun and interesting. Or at the very least teach me about what not to wish for.

“I’d love to, Sean; do you want me to start right away?”
“First of all, you’re going to start calling me Sir. Or at the very least, Mr. Thompson. Yes, you may start right away. I’m going to take a shower and you can cook breakfast and have it ready when I come downstairs.”

“Yes, sir.”

Well, I really have no idea what I’m in for, but this is starting to sound like an adventure. And I am an excellent cook. In the amount of time it took him to shower and dress, I had cooked bacon, homemade hash browns, eggs and toast. Coffee, of course.

“Not bad. And quick.”

“I used to work in a restaurant. Something I never want to do again unless I’m absolutely starving.”

“So, I take it my position sounds better to you than that.”

“That’s the truth.” I still had the black skirt I’d put on this morning. And a light blue blouse. “Take off your blouse and bra.” I did so and brought the coffee pot back to the table to refill his cup.  Replacing the pot and finished the dishes. He sipped at his cup as I put the kitchen in ship shape.

“Pick up your things and I’ll show you to your room.” I followed him through the house and up the stairs. He indicated the master bedroom but continued down the hallway. The 
very last room was large though rather bare. A simple twin bed was shoved over in the corner. And a plain wooden chair in another corner. Come to think of it, each room I’d seen so far had a matching chair. He opened the closet to reveal a chest of drawers nestled in under some clothes hanging; about six black skirts similar to the one I had on. Half a dozen white blouses, all hanging in a row.

 “You can stash your bag in here. And your other things as well.” I dropped everything in the corner next to the wooden dresser. He closed the door with a click and said, “Come with me, and I’ll show you my office.”

We went up another set of stairs into a spacious, high ceilinged attic. This was, by the way, beautifully furnished as a state of the art office. A couple lovely desks, one for computer equipment and one at a right angle to the right for writing. A smaller desk had an old typewriter. Books filled the shelves along the wall, and tall windows let in plenty of light. This was a much better office than some people had in the city. “It’s a beautiful place to work, Mr. Thompson.”

“Yes, I like it. Now, come over here and I’ll set you up for your first morning in my employ.”

He led me to a high backed wooden chair, like the ones I’ve seen in various corners in the house. “Sit here, please, Karen. It will put you in a calming frame of mind if I give you some quiet time each morning. You can spend a couple hours here in solitude while I get some work done.”

I was seated in the chair, sitting up straight, my hands in my lap, looking straight ahead quietly.

“Only two rules for you here. While in the corner, you will not move. And you will not make a sound. Otherwise I’ll have to bind you and gag you. You may nod if you understand.” I nodded, took a deep breath, and started into the corner.

If you’ve never tried sitting in the corner not moving and not making a sound for two hours, you should try it sometime. At first I hated it, and it was very difficult to will myself to keep still. After what seemed like an eternity, however, I got into the calm mode that he must’ve been talking about. So far, it sounded as though this would be a rather easy job. 

Well, keeping house for Mr. Thompson, albeit in quite a submissive docile manner may not be exactly easy but I’m sure will be interesting. He expected to be obeyed and so far this has not been difficult for me. But then he hasn’t asked much of me yet besides my compliance. Hmmm……



Sean Ch. 3



I was still adjusting to my long held fantasy becoming an exciting reality. There was so much to take in. It had not dawned on me that there might be a second occupant of the master bedroom. I had assumed that my status simply meant that I would be summoned as the Master of the house required me. The thought of how he would reward my obedience and service kept me in a state of moist excitement. 

Over the next few days I cooked and cleaned and served him as a loyal and loving housekeeper. Cleaning the master bedroom I noticed that he obviously shared it with another person. I wasn't sure how to deal with this but knew that it was not my place to question. 

About a week after my first morning spanking the door bell rang. I answered in my uniform to find a woman in her late twenties or early thirties standing there. She was plainly but attractively dressed and about my height and slender. Her hair was a smoothly coiffed auburn mane. She had a soft white complexion. 

"Hello, you must be Karen. I'm Jillian and I'm very pleased to meet you."

Taken somewhat aback I took her proffered hand  and ushered her in. I bent to pick up her suitcase but she declined my help.

"Sean would not be happy to know you were doing jobs that are properly mine. Thank you all the same."

Jillian came in and sat down. She asked me to join her and then the explanations began. She was Sean's wife and like me had the need to be dominated. She had been away for a week because she had disobeyed too many instructions and had been sent to a private training establishment for wayward women. She had returned home sorry for her misdeeds and ready to resume her role in the household. She hoped we would be friends. She knew all about me and told me I was very welcome.

Jillian seemed a pleasant and sympathetic woman. I was certain we would be friends. 

Around luch time the front door opened and Sean surveyed the house. I came from the kitchen and stood before him my head bowed. 

"The house looks wonderful you've done very well."

"Thank you, sir. I have done my best to please you."
"Is Jillian home yet?"

"Yes, Sir, she is in the kitchen waiting for you."

"Well we had better go and see her."

I followed as we made our way to the kitchen. In the two minutes I had been absent Jillian had lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of stockings and a small pair of silk underpants. She had beautiful legs and a magnificent bottom. Even I was taken with the sight and at that stage women were an unexplored territory for me.

"I assume Jillian has informed you of her misdemeanors?"

I nodded. Jillian made her way to the wooden kitchen table and opening her blouse to reveal her cherry tipped breasts, she leant across its cold hard surface and spread her legs. I was instructed to go and hold her hands to ensure she was stretched properly. She was breathing steadily and her hands were warm and soft as they gripped mine.

"Jillian, whom I love dearly, had been a very disobedient young lady. It is partly my fault for being too tolerant. We are going to start again the way we intend to go on."

Sean stepped forward and pulled her panties off her cheeks. I felt her hands tighten and as the first of 20 paddle blows rained down upon her, I felt her shake and her grip tighten on me. She took her punnishment silently. Only her shaking and increased breathing gave away any reaction. 

As the punnishment ended I was instucted to release her but she was told to remain in place. I was told that it was my turn now but that I was only to receive 10 spanks. As Sean sat down I approached and laid myself across his knee. What there was of my skirt I raised and waited. My reward was swift. My pussy had already been wet but as the eigth blow hit my bottom I came.  I had not been given permission and knew I had been very naughty but I had been unable to help myself. 

Releasing me, Sean told me that a further punnishment for my disobedience awaited me that evening. For the moment I was to stand in the corner. As I did this Sean approached his chastised wife and opening the zip of his trousers entered her and in several powerful thrusts tended to the need which if she were anything like me must have been extreme. 
He withdrew and told me to take Jillian and assist her. Unsteadily Jillian stood and taking my hand she shuffled along behind me to the bathroom her panties now at her ankles.

Sean sat down to the lunch I had prepared for him with obvious satisfaction. 

In the bathroom Jillain wiped her eyes and examined her reddened bottom in the mirror. She winced slightly as she sat on the bidet to wash her pussy. She thanked me for my help and told me that she was so happy to have a 'friend' like me. She hoped that my punnishment later that evening would not be too severe. I brought her a towel to dry herself and found some cold cream for her bottom. 

At five p.m. I was summoned from my housekeeping duties to atone for my illicit orgasm. I was ordered to strip; which, given my skimpy outfit took very little time. Sean produced a silk rope and called to Jillian to come and assist. I was to put my hands in front of me and Jillian tied them together. I was subsequently blindfolded and told to kneel and place my head on the floor with my arms stretched out ahead of me. Sean left the room having instructed Jillian to watch over me. 

What seemed like an eternity passed. I heard Sean's steps in the hallway and then a 'swish' as what I took to be a riding crop cut the air and landed across my buttocks. I was in an open and stretched position. After each stroke and its delicious agony the soft leather tip would run along my open wet pussy lips and up across my rosebud before administering another of the 30 strokes I so richly deserved. I did all I could not to come and only succeeded because I'd been so bad on my master's knee earlier that day.

As my discipline ended I was untied and helped to my feet by Jillian. My blindfold still in place I was walked to the big double bed in the master bedroom. I could sense Sean waiting. I was placed on the bed bottom up and my head gently guided the familiar touch and taste of Sean's cock.. I was crying with the pain and arousal I was experiencing. As my tongue circled Sean's moist tip I felt a tongue run up the cleft of my bottom and kisses on each welted cheek.

A deep familiar voice told me that I was forgiven and should enjoy 
the cure for my pain that Jillain had to offer. On my knees blindfolded sucking my loving master's cock as I sought his benediction on my tongue I felt gentle hands push my knees apart. 

The result was that my bottom was in the air my sex opened and dripping and a woman I'd met only a few hours ago ministering to my blistered tail from rosebud to clit. I'd never been with a woman before and I'm not really sure that I was at this stage. All I had to do was stroke and suck my master as Jillian tended me. 

My thoughts were interrupted as Sean told me I might cum at will. The thought that my master loved me so much that he would gift me control of my pleasure for a short while was in combination with Jillian's fingers in my pussy and her snaking tongue entering my rear enough to set me off. 

I was desperate to serve Sean's needs. I was panic stricken that I might fail him. All this added to my erotic explosion as Sean pumped his cum down my throat. I trobbed from my deepest core. I thought my insides were being rearranged by some divine source. 

Careful to fulfil my duties and properly clean my master's cock, I passed out with a sob. I don't know what time it was when I awoke but I was at the bottom of the huge bed. My hands and feet were bound with lovely soft but secure ropes. 

The rope passed from my hands between my legs to my feet I was in some sort of little camp bed to which the ropes were attached in such a way that I could not move more than and inch or two. It was just enough for a sensual friction between my sex lips. 

It was obvious that my tender parts had been carefully cleaned and I was covered with a warm blanket. I felt so loved and happy. In my bleary state it became obvious what had woken me. Jillian's head was hanging off the end of the bed only inches from my face. 

Sean smiled at me as he pounded his cock into her from behind. Jillian's face was a silent scream. She reached out a hand to stroke my face but was brought up short with a loud smack on her rear.

"You and the housekeeper will only touch each other with my permission."

As my clit throbbed I tried to sleep and dream of the life of service that extended so enticingly before me.

I slept fitfully and the silky, soft ropes pressed at my clit each time I stirred. I was in a lather of excitement by the time that Jillian crawled naked from the bed to kiss me and give me the tantalizing aftertaste of Sean's seed which she held in her mouth as a result of her morning duties. My little bud was erect and pulsing. 

I knew that my morning spanking was nearly at hand as Jillian unfastened the ropes from my ankles and allowing me to stand led me to the kitchen. With my arms still tied I was laid across the wooden table much as I had held her the day before. I was a whimpering mess. One touch on my pussy and I would cum.

Sean, dressed in a silk robe, found me there about five minutes later. I did not speak as I had not been spoken to. Jillian was on her knees head bowed beside me. She handed Sean a small paddle and asked if she had served him adequately. 

My buttocks tensed in anticipation of my spanking. I so wanted to please Sean for the love he had shown me by letting my fantasy become the beautiful reality it had. Jillian was dismissed and we were alone. 

There was silence and then the first stinging swat on my bottom. I grunted in ecstasy but made no more sound. I knew that if I were a good girl my loving master would reward me with his lovely cock. 

The tenth blow hit me and as my buttocks glowed a hand brushed my exposed pussy lips. The next thing they were parted by the velvet yet steely hard cock head that could only be my loving masters. He pushed into me slowly and deliberately. I could feel his cock on every surface it touched in me. 

I sobbed uncontrollably. Not with pain for all that was past leaving just a delicious warm sensation. Sean's cock sucked at my delicate inner lips as it nearly withdrew on each deliberate stroke. If my pussy could have I would have commanded it to swallow him whole and never let him go. 

I wanted this man so much. I adored the way he let me be what I had always wanted. The ripple of his cock head as it passed along me robbed me of all reason. His balls crushing my clit as they were pressed hard up against me meant I could only breathe in gasps. 

"You may come," broke the silence.

I did and as was becoming usual with such force that I thought I might need a doctor. I did not think such pleasure possible until this man put me in the place I longed to be. 

Sean withdrew, having left only a memory of his cock in me. I heard the sound of Jillian sucking him from the dining room next door. 

Sean having been tended to I was unbound and allowed to perform my morning toilet and continue my household duties. It was now my duty to wash Jillian's pussy. I had never touched another woman but I enjoyed the 'sisterly' relationship we had. Jillian was truly bisexual and had written to Sean confessing that she had wanton desires that centered upon me. 

This confession was the trigger for the most erotic sensation of my life to date. Just when I thought that I had entered heaven things reached a new plateau. 

Jillian and I were not allowed to wear clothing on Saturday. When the boy who did the lawns arrived to collect his pay we were ordered to sit on the sofa and display ourselves to him while Sean counted off the notes. 

My breasts ached as the humiliation of displaying myself to a teenage boy burned into my sexual core.  Jillian, I would learn later, stained the sofa with her excitement. 

Sean gave Jillian permission to clean me that evening but not before she had been smacked and made to stand in the corner of the living room for all her impure thoughts. 

After completing my duties I arrived to report to Sean who was sitting in a comfortable chair and sporting an obvious erection. How I wanted to suck it and taste his seed but it was not to be. I was about to submit myself to the gentle ministrations of Jillian. 

There was a large soft towel laid on the Persian rug and some warm soapy water and a cloth nearby. I was instructed to lie down on my back, put my hands behind my head and spread my legs. I was open and exposed as Jillian was allowed to turn around and cleanse me. 

Sean watched as first one and then another of my toes were sucked as if each were a little cock. My feet were washed tongued and dried and every other part of me was similarly tended. I was dripping wet from my own arousal. Jillian was forbidden to make me come. I, of course, awaited my master's word regarding my own release. 

As my eyelids were given a kiss by Jillian's soft lips I was instructed to stand and come to Sean's waiting cock. I turned my back and straddled him as instructed and felt him part me. Jillian knew her role as I sat on Sean's cock with my legs spread she came to us on hands and knees. 

With a nod from Sean she gave my clit a lick. Sean had pinned my arms behind me. My legs were obscenely spread and Jillian was lapping at my folds. I felt Sean begin to come. His cock was right up inside me and each throb sent a ripple through me. Jillian continued to lick me.

Again I heard the magic words. "You may come, Karen"

I obeyed my master. Jillian pulled Sean's deflating cock from me and cleaned it with her tongue As Sean began to drip from me she placed her mouth on my opening and took every drop. By the time she was finished there was no evidence Sean had ever spent himself in me. 

Because Jillian and I had been so lewd, Sean insisted we be lashed together that evening for bed. My arms were tied behind Jillian's back and hers behind mine. We were in an involuntary embrace. For the rest of the evening as we lay at the end of our master’s bed either or both of our pussies were made available to him as he desired.



Sean Comes Home



I waited anxiously with Rachel for the arrival of the bus. It had been quite some time since we'd seen our cousin Sean. He'd spent five years living with us on the farm and was more of a brother than a cousin. 

He'd been away studying in the city for a year now and we were keen to hear about all the things that he'd got up to and who he'd met and everything about the time that he'd been away. 

Rachel is my younger sister and Sean and I are the same age. Sean had gone off to work in the city, grooming himself for a future but we had a very conservative up-bringing by our very conservative parents and had lead a very sheltered existence to go with it, basically being groomed for little more than marriage to one of the local farmers. We saw Sean as our eyes into the rest of the world and so we were desperate for him to get home so to talk to him properly. 

Finally the bus arrived we watched as everyone disembarked, waiting for that first glimpse of Sean. Finally he appeared in the doorway, stepping down to the pavement, his big grin spread across his face as he noticed us. I felt myself go weak at the knees and grabbed hold of Rachel's arm as I saw him again for the first time. He had tousled blonde hair, kinda spiky and messy, obviously a city thing. That coupled with his piercing blue eyes and big wide grin did things to me that I was only just starting to come to terms with. He was still well built and hadn't let himself go once he'd gotten off the farm and his tanned skin showed that he was still managing to spend plenty of time out of doors too. The shorts and tank top that he was wearing showed off his body beautifully too! 

Rachel sighed beside me as she too took in his new look. Sean in turn wasn't shy about casting his eyes over us as we stood there in jeans and shirts, having managed to dodge chores long enough to come and pick him up. I felt his eyes as if they were undressing me, especially when they seemed to stall forever on my breasts. He gave Rachel the same treatment, his eyes lingering on her breasts. She'd caught up to me in the last 12 months that he'd been away, and despite the 18 months age difference between us, we could easily have passed for twins with people that didn't know us. We were both about 5'6 tall (I was still an inch taller!) slim, with brown hair to our shoulders and green eyes 

Rachel dashed forward and gave him a hug, hanging onto him and kissing him on the lips. Sean seemed a bit startled by that, but then I gave him a hug too, shocked when I realised that I could feel his dick pushing against me as we hugged. I pecked him on the lips as Rachel had done and he released me, seemingly a bit embarrassed. 

"Hi, Kylie, Rachel," he said, regaining his composure. "You two look as gorgeous as ever. Geez Rach, I can hardly pick you as different from Kylie now!" I blushed and Rachel looked half pleased. She'd was sick of being told how much she'd grown, being subjected to it over the years by visiting relatives off and on, always being compared to me. But I think she took it differently from Sean, his comparing her to me was a good thing, because he and I had always had a really good time together and had reluctantly allowed Rachel to tag along. But she was grown up now as well. 

Sean threw his bag in the back of the old ute that we kept for running small errands and we all climbed into the front and made our way back down to the farm, Sean sandwiched between the two of us as we bumped along the road. I found the sensation of his leg rubbing up against mine thrilling and when he put an arm around each of us and I was brought in close against his chest, I realised that I was usually reserved from daydreaming about some of the hunky guys found in magazines that we liberated from our friends occasionally (Mother would punish us if she found that sort of thing in our house!) 

We made it back to the house and Mum and Dad came out and greeted Sean like a long-displaced son and we went inside for tea and cake. We chatted for awhile and then, totally to our surprise, Dad told us that we could have the afternoon off from our chores so that we could catch up wit Sean and enjoy the summer afternoon by the lake. 

Not being silly enough to pass up such a rare offering from our Dad, we thanked him profusely and ran off to our rooms to get our bathers and towels. Even Mum bestowed a look of thanks upon Dad as we ran off like he was some new-found saint or something. 


Rachel and I emerged from our rooms and collected Sean as he emerged from his and made our way down to the lake. 

On the way I started to quiz him about his life in the city, about who he'd met and what he'd been up to. 

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him at one point. 

"Naah, not at the moment, he replied. "I had one for awhile but she ditched me for some other guy with heaps of money and I haven't really bothered to look that hard since. People in the city seem so shallow, always interested in what kind of a ride you've got who you know, who your parents are, that sort of thing." 

"Far out, sounds horrible," I said. "Anyway, she must have been made to drop a hunk like you," I teased. Sean pushed me in fun. 

"Huh, what about you, running around, drop dead gorgeous, surely you've got a boyfriend?" 

"Hell no, do you know what Dad would say if he found out Rachel or I had a boyfriend?" 

"Oh come on, its not like you're little girls anymore, he can't keep you couped up forever!" 

"I know, its funny. He doesn't like the idea of us seeing boys, but he wants us to find someone to marry one day. God knows how," I laughed. "Though I did at least kiss someone for the first time this year," I confided in Sean. Rachel gave me a shocked look as I 'd never told her about it. 

"Yeah, a real kiss, or a kiss like you gave me at the bus stop?" he asked me. He knew how sheltered our upbringing was. 

"Like I gave you at the bus stop, only longer," I said proudly, thinking that long extended kiss on the lips was quite an achievement. 

"What, no tongue?" 

"Ewwww," Rachel and I chorused. 

"Oh come on, surely you know that that is how people really kiss? You two obviously have a lot to learn." We continued our walk in silence for a while. I was a bit despondent. I thought that Sean would have been proud of me for having found someone to kiss and doing it behind my father's back. He was always telling me that I had to break out of the shackles that bound my to my home, to find life and experience it. I think Rachel was just struggling to come to terms with the fact that people put their tongues in each other's mouths! 

We got to the lake and shed our clothes. I noticed as Rachel undressed that her suit barely covered her breasts anymore. It was the start of summer she'd not gotten a new bikini since she'd grown as most of the time it was just the two of us swimming down here and we'd go topless as often as not. I also observed that Sean noticed much the same thing and was almost jealous that he seemed to be staring at Rachel's tits more than mine. I adjusted the fabric of mine so that I showed more cleavage than would normally have been acceptable around our family and strolled past Sean to the water. I was satisfied as his eyes followed me and he ran to catch up, slapping my butt on the way past. I squealed and leapt into the water. 

Rachel quickly joined us and we all swam about the water, splashing each other, dunking and generally playing around. I swam over to the dock, ready to get out for awhile and Sean Rachel swam over as well. As I was getting out, Sean put his and on my bottom to push me up the ladder. His hand felt firm and strong and I found myself tingling between my legs again. Once up the ladder, Sean reached back down and helped Rachel, pulling her up the ladder as well. 

We lay in the sun, enjoying the caress of its rays over our bodies. I tuned onto my side and lifted my head up, resting on one elbow. 

"Have you ever really kissed someone and used your tongue?" I asked curiously. 

"Mhmm," he replied dreamily. 

"And did you like it?" 

"Oh yeah," he assured me, laying on his back with his eyes closed. 

"You mean you had a girls tongue in your mouth and hers in yours?" asked Rachel 

"That's sorta the whole idea," he laughed 

"Would you show me how?" I asked impulsively. 

"What, you want me to tongue kiss you?" he asked me, stunned. 

"Yeah, I want you to show me how. Then one day, when someone tries it on me, I'll know what I'm doing and not make and arse of myself." 

"I don't know Kylie, I am your cousin," he replied hesitantly. 

"It's not like I want to marry you, I just want to learn," I said, pleading. 

"Well, ok then," he said. He didn't really seem all that eager, but I sat up and waited for him to do the same. 

"If you teach her, you have to teach me too," Rachel suddenly piped up. 

"Geez, the things I get myself into," Sean laughed. "Ok, I'll teach you both, but you're not allowed to tell anyone ok?" 

We agreed and Sean explained the mechanics of tongue kissing to us, demonstrating on his arm so that we could both see. Then he told me to stand up, saying that it was going to be easier that way. We moved in close to each other and then pressed our lips together, mouths open a bit. I started to poke my tongue out slowly and felt Sean's seeking mine out. I twirled my tongue around his like he'd explained and then we just relaxed into the kiss. It was awesome! 

Rachel was standing next to us and watching intently. I felt Sean's hands on my hips and as I relaxed into him, my breasts brushed against his chest, causing my nipples to stand out. The tingling I felt 'downstairs' was even more than it had ever been before and then I realised that I could feel his dick against my tummy. He broke the kiss and turned to Rachel informing her that it was her turn. 

I watched as Rachel moved in close to Sean and their mouths met each other, their tongues entwining and playing about in each other's mouths. It seemed like the kiss went on forever and I was trying to work out whether I'd been ripped off or not when they stopped. 

"Whew, I need to cool off," Sean suddenly announced, running for the end of the dock, but not before I got a glance at his pants and noticed his dick all hard against the material of his shorts, like a stallion ready for mating. 

I ran down and jumped into the water with him, as did Rachel who recovering from the shock of how much she had enjoyed what she'd just done, didn't want to miss out on any more. 

We swam around in the water and I said to Sean, "Are you sure you weren't just running around to hide something from me?" His kiss had me excited, as did the sight of his dick sticking out in his pants like it had. "Tell me, Sean, how far did you go with your girlfriend in the city?" 

"He looked at me nervously and Rachel listened in intently as he gave his answer. "We just touched each other," he said. 

"What do you mean, just touched each other, buster, I want details!" I laughed. 

"Sheesh, I thought I might get a couple of days peace before I got the third degree on my love life. If you must know, she touched my penis and I touched her breasts and her vagina." 

"Did you she make you spurt like when they milk a bull?" I asked him and he blushed outrageously. (One thing about living on a farm, you sure learnt about sex fast. In our case it was just the putting into practice that seemed to be slow!) 

"No, she didn't she just touched me a bit," he replied almost shyly. 

"Have you ever made yourself spurt?" I asked him. 

"Um, yeah," he admitted. 

I had no answer to that and Rachel didn't seem about to say anything and we all headed out of the water again. 

We dried off and started back to the house. On the way, Rachel asked Sean just how he had touched his girlfriend's vagina. He sighed and told her that he'd just rubbed it but then she had told him to put his finger inside her hole and he had. Rachel just went quiet and we continued back to the house. 

That night, after dinner, when we were supposed to be sleeping, Rachel crept into my room. 

"Kylie," she whispered, checking if I was awake. 

"its ok, come in," I told her. 

"I just wanted to talk to you about the kiss," she said shyly. 

"What about it? I asked. 

"I loved it! She hissed at me excitedly, "it was just so cool and hot and wonderful and I've never felt anything like it. I even felt it between my legs. Did you? Like, is that normal?" 

"Yes, I did feel it there too, and yes its normal, its what happens when you get horny and ready for sex, I think. And I loved it too. I want to do it again. It was much better than the kiss I had with that other boy that I used to think was so good." 

"I want more too, but I don't know if Sean will keep letting us kiss him," Rachel replied. "Do you think we could practice together?" she asked me. I was shocked. The possibility hadn't even entered my mind and I told Rachel exactly that. "Well, I was thinking about how I wanted more of it but that if Mum or Dad found out we'd be dead, so there's only two people I can trust. You and Sean. And if I'm alone with you, Mum and Dad won't think anything of it, but if one of us got caught sneaking into Sean's room, .."she made a neck slicing motion with her hand. 

I couldn't fault her logic. And the opportunity to practice kissing did seem like a good one, so I agreed to try it with her. I told her that if it felt weird for me to kiss a girl I'd be stopping though. She was happy with that. And so we kissed, letting our lips find each other in the darkness of my room, our tongues playing around each other. Her lips were much softer than Sean's and it was so sensual that we kissed for quite awhile before laying down alongside each other and continuing. Our breasts pressed together and I could feel the pressure on my erect nipples. It made me so hot. 

After a bit more kissing, I noticed that my panties felt really slimy and I asked Rachel if she was the same. She told me that she was. I turned my bed-lamp on and looked at the crotch of my panties. There was a big wet spot. Rachel checked and was the same. Then she pulled them aside to check out her vagina. It was all wet and the she mentioned that her lips looked puffier than normal. I checked my own pussy and noticed the same effect. 

Rachel watched me with a look of shock as I touched myself with my finger, feeling just how slippery it all was. I thought about what Sean had told us about his putting a finger in his girlfriend and I asked Rachel if she thought we should try it. 

"Um, I will if you will," she replied quietly. 

"OK, you put your finger in me and then I'll do it to you," I told her, sitting back a bit but watching intently as she stretched her hand out to touch me. I gasped a little at the first contact of her finger on my pussy. She moved her finger around me until she could push it into my hole. It felt wild and I told her as much. She pulled it out and wiped it on her night dress, then leant back a bit to allow me access to her vagina. 

I did what she had did, moving my finger around until I found her hole where I pushed it in. She sighed as I penetrated her and wiggled a bit. I pulled my finger out and suggested that she'd better get off to bed before someone checked our rooms. 

The rest of the week was pretty much spent doing chores around the farm, looking forwards to the next weekend when Rachel and I could get away with Sean for a swim again. Rachel and I had been having some late night chats (and some kissing practice) and had decided that we wanted to see him naked. We'd never seen a man's penis and since he was here, we decided that he could help us out and show us his. 

So on Saturday afternoon, we all grabbed our bathers and headed back down to the lake. Where we started swimming again. After swimming for a bit, we were back on the dock sunning ourselves when I asked Sean if I could kiss him again. 

"I really don't think we should," he said to me. 

"But we've been practicing and I want to know if I've gotten any better," I protested. 

"What do you mean, 'we've' been practicing?" he asked, sitting up straight and paying a lot of attention to us suddenly. 

"Rachel and I have been practicing in my room at night," I said matter of factly. 

"No way, I don't believe you," he said defiantly. 

"Why would I lie about it?" I asked innocently. 

"If its, true, show me, kiss each other now." Rachel and I happily agreed and stood there before him on the dock, our breasts pressed together as our mouths joined and moved, our tongues dancing merrily between us. 

"Oh my God, that was awesome! I've never seen two girls kiss before." Sean replied, stunned. 

"So will you kiss us now?" I asked. 

"Hell yes," he said, giving up any pretence of trying to retain his 'propriety'. I turned as he stood and kissed him. This time there was no doubting that his dick was being pushed against my tummy as we kissed. One of his hands slid down my back and caressed my butt through my bikini and I pushed against him, liking the feel of his dick. Then he turned and did the same with Rachel. I got even hotter as I watched him fondler her butt as he had done to mine. 

"Now there's one more thing you can do for us," I told him as he and Rachel broke off their kiss. 

"What?" he asked suspiciously. 

"Show us your dick." 

"No way!" he said 

"Come on," said Rachel. "We want to see if it looks like a horses, or a cows or something." 

"Nu uh," he said, standing there shaking his head. 

"We'll let you watch us kiss again," I suggested, having seen his reaction to the first time. He hesitated at that, I stood before him licking my lips, looking at Rachel. She moved to stand behind me and I moved in close as if to kiss her, then stopped as if I'd changed my mind. 

"Okay," he conceded. Sean undid the string that held his board shorts up and pulled them down, his cock springing free as it was caught by the waistband on the downward movement of his pants. Rachel and I looked at it intently. It looked nice and big (not that we'd seen any other boys to compare to) and I told him so. That seemed to make him swell up with pride. 

Rachel reached out to touch it and he jumped back, tripping on his pants and landing on his butt on the deck. I laughed at him. 

"Hey, touching wasn't part of the deal," he told us. 

"Are you telling me that you don't want us to touch it?" I asked. 

"Well, not so much, but if you're going to touch it, you have to pay me first. With that kiss you promised I'd get to see. And before you get to touch it, you have to show me your tits. And let me touch them!" he added hurriedly. 

I looked at Rachel, querying whether she was prepared to go along with these demands. 

"Sounds fair to me Kylie," she told me, moving in to kiss me. Again we stood before our cousin, lips entwined, bodies pushed together as we kissed. I glanced down and noticed that as he watched us, Sean was idly fondling his penis. It made me really wet. My bikini bottom was drenched. From the inside not from the water too! 

"Now show me those titties," he said excitedly, standing up again, not bothering to put his shorts back on. I reached up and undid the clasp of my bra, releasing my c-cup breasts to hang pertly before me. Rachel looked at me, checked out my breasts and then released her own. I looked at them. They weren't actually quite as big as mine, but where my nipples were quite small and dark, hers were larger but a lighter shade of pink. 

"Wow, you girls have totally awesome tits!" Sean said, all but drooling. He moved forward to touch them, but I stopped him, telling him that we should get to touch him first, then him us. He agreed. I reached out and took his cock in my hand. It was much harder than I thought it would be and the skin seemed to slide up and down the shaft. It was kinda weird, but it made me really horny. Sean seemed to really like it when I moved my hand up and down, the skin sliding over the shaft.