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Sensualist Ch. 02

By: Grouchojim



Chapter 2

Alice and Denise – Foolish Savior – Seduced By the Bride-to-be 

Less than a month after Miss Ginger left to have her baby at her mother's home in Scotland, several things happened in my life. One, I returned to the local high school and after being tested, found myself very much a hot college prospect. I was accepted to the University of Georgia within a week after submitting my application.

Feeling myself a man of experience with respect to women, I was bold enough to ask Alice Mattingly to the senior prom. Alice was without a doubt the best looking girl in my high school and, according to the guys I questioned, had never put out for anyone, and was perhaps the only virgin in the senior class. I was quite pleased when she accepted my invitation; less so when I learned that her father had forbade her dating anyone, and that she had never even been to one of the school's dances.

I was still trying to figure out how to approach Mr. Mattingly, when my mother's younger brother, Frank brought his fiancé to our home to introduce her to the rest of the family. Inasmuch as Frank lived more than halfway across the country and it mattered little to him and his fiancé where they were to be married, they readily accepted mother's offer of having the wedding at our spacious home.

Now let's understand that I was basically a walking hormone and was absolutely stunned by my uncle's bride to be. In the years since I have seen other, more beautiful women to be sure, but Denise's beauty took me to a new level in measuring a woman's charms.

It wasn't just her looks --- which were stunning to say the least --- there was her attitude, and sense of humor and overall kindnesses toward me that captivated me. Oh, she had shoulder length light brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, a gorgeous, open face, tantalizing mouth and a great smile. When she smiled, her whole face lit up, and it affected those around her. Her breasts were full and in proportion to her body. She was possessed of nicely flared hips, and a gorgeous, full ass that made me want to sink my teeth into it and never let go. She was beauty. She was my new masturbatory lover at first sight. She was Denise. 

That first night we all went out to the renowned 17Hundred90 Inn and Restaurant, where I partook of the Salmon Oscar – a grilled salmon covered with tender crab meat and asparagus tips finished off with hollandaise and served with creamy risotto and vegetables. I remember most of the evening simply because I sat next to Denise throughout, although she was preoccupied with her fiancé, my uncle Frank.

Still underage insofar as drinking alcohol, Denise insisted that I sample the various wines brought to our table, and I, a neophyte in drinking, was slightly inebriated by the time we arrived at The Raucous House, a cabaret, featuring the local group called Mystery Band. 

After being seated, Denise asked Frank to dance only to be rebuffed as he was busy telling my mother how badly his business investments were doing. Turning to me, she said, "Donald, would you please dance with me?"

I managed the first number, but the next was a slow dance and I had to dash away to the Men's Room rather than risk having her feel the hardon I had just from holding her hands.

I avoided her the rest of the evening, retiring to my room the moment we got home. I might have dozed off, but woke on hearing a voice that had to be Denise on the other side of my bedroom wall.

Leaping out of bed I quickly went to my spy hole and peeked into their room.

"No, Frank! No, noooo!" It was Denise! The front of her white dress had been ripped open and she was struggling with Uncle Frank who had a hand trying to cover her mouth while telling her to shut up.

His fly was open and his dick was sticking out. There was no mistaking what his intent was. I had heard of people "seeing red," but I didn't know exactly what they were talking about until that moment. 

Rushing to their door wearing pajama bottoms, I pounded on the door, asking if everything was all right in a voice loud enough to rouse my mother who joined me just as Frank opened the door.

"What?" he yelled in my face.

"I ... I heard loud screams ... I thought ... I don't know what I thought," I said, not wanting to tell everyone that I had seen what was going on in the room.

Mother looked over Frank's shoulder and saw Denise in her disheveled dress sobbing on the bed, and understood the situation at once.

"Frank, I think you need to get some coffee in you. Come downstairs with me." There was no give in her tone, and he meekly followed her down the stairs.

Ashley, having joined us just before my mother spoke to Frank, followed me into the bedroom and sat on the bed next to Denise.

I stood there in the doorway, not knowing what I should do, or not do until Denise beckoned me over to join them. I glanced at her and saw the top of one breast half out of her bra. I gulped and knew that she was watching me. Our eyes met and she managed a wan smile.

"I want to thank you, Donald. You're my hero," she whispered to me.

Ashley giggled proudly at her compliment, repeating her words. "You're my hero!"

"Th ...thank you," I managed, and red-faced, fled the room.

Back under my covers, I fished out my dick and furiously jerked off, leaving a copious amount of semen on the sheets.

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The following afternoon I found myself alone with Denise in the study. Ashley and Mother were off buying wedding presents or some such thing. Frank was off with an old friend drumming up a business deal.

It became apparent that she had planned the meeting when we had the house to ourselves. 

"Please stay with me a while, Donald," she said softly. "That is if you have nothing better to do."

She stood before me, her auburn hair swept back from her forehead, her lips a full rich pink, a pair of small dimples dancing on her cheeks as she smiled.

I felt a distinct sensation in my penis as she stood there, wearing a dress of blue with a full skirt that allowed me to see her legs to the knee. Her legs were long and lovely, and of course, aroused me. My inquisitive eyes followed them from the blue pumps that made her ankles look longer and more beautiful up to the hem of her skirt as continued standing, not saying a word. Later I realized she was allowing me to take her in.

I remained seated with a copy of Gray's Anatomy on my lap. Denise chose to sit down directly across from me in a leather wing chair that had been my father's. She crossed her legs, and for an instant I thought I could see above her stockings to her tanned thighs.

I was almost shaking with nervousness, but managed to control myself through sheer willpower.

She smiled at me, and then crossed her hands behind her head and stared at the ceiling. This provocative pose was designed to compel me to note the delicacy of her collar bones and the smooth curve of skin beneath her neck. 

From that moment on, I have never doubted a woman's insightfulness when it comes to seduction. For the most part they are miles ahead of their male partners; unless of course, one has been carefully taught by a knowing woman beforehand.

Back to basics ... Denise's perfume drifted across the short distance between us and drugged me as much as smoking a pipe of opium might have. I was unsuccessful in fighting off my cumbersome erection and sat with both hands on the cover Gray's Anatomy.

She got up from the leather wing chair and approached me. "Can I ask you something, Donald?" she murmured while stroking a lock of hair from my forehead.

"Sure," I said trying to hide both my erection and my nervousness.

"Why did you leave me standing on the dance floor? Why didn't you finish that slow dance with me?"

I started to squirm, uncomfortable in more ways than one at her questioning.

"I thought you liked me, Donald," She purred sexily a moment later.

"Denise, please, I can't talk about it. But trust me, I like you. I like you a lot." 

"Do you? Do you really?" Denise said, pressing her advantage.

"You ... you're so beautiful and all ...." I stammered falling back on the only tactic I knew for sure that worked on women. At least it had worked with Miss Ginger; throwing compliment after compliment at her.

Denise allowed me to shower her with complimentary nothings as we looked at each other. Her eyes were sparkling and I was lost in them. She leaned forward and cradled my face in her hand and kissed me softly on the lips.

A million sensations flooded my brain simultaneously – the softness of her skin and her lips, the hint of brandy on her breath, the silkiness of her hair on the back of my hand. I felt my cock swell even more and I pulled myself away from her. 

Trying to be nonchalant, I said, "Someone will be coming in any minute. We shouldn't let them see us like this. It ... it compromises you."

Denise nodded, accepting what I'd said then reached for her brandy, and after taking a sip said, "You're a really good kisser, Donald. I think you've had some practice, have you?"

I blushed furiously; it was remarkable that I had enough blood elsewhere to rush to my cheeks, as it all seemed concentrated in a somewhat lower region. 

"Umm, I've had some practice, yes, but ...." I was praying that she wouldn't call attention to my bulging predicament.

She didn't. But she kept touching me: On the forehead; on the upper the arm and just above the knee. I had no idea if it was intentional or not. But I was concerned about her spying my erection. And when she stopped touching me, she began toying with her stockings, bending this way and then that, smoothing and straightening them. I knew I should look away, but something told me she wanted me to look, and I did. 

Finally, Denise sighed, and in an elaborate gesture, smoothed her stockings from the ankles clear to the dark bands that topped them; and then unclasping then reclasping a kind of hook that I'd never seen before.

The mere hint of what lay beyond the dark bands encasing her upper thighs brought me to a boil and I came in my pants. My brain turned to mush. And when I saw the rapidly spreading stain around my crotch the Gray's Anatomy fell off my lap onto the floor and the rest of me turned to stone. Blushing, red stone. 

I saw her as she spied my embarrassment. My foremost memory of that moment should have been about my premature ejaculation, but it wasn't. It was about the two provocative eraser sized points that were growing like mini-erections from the center point of each breast.

Imagine my relief when Denise made no mention of the obvious stain. I had to say something. I was compelled to say something in atonement of my grievous sin. 

"You're so beautiful," I heard myself exclaim.

I saw a flush rise up from her neck and cover her face.

"Why thank you, Donald," she said and cradled my face in her hands. I tried to put my hands over my bulge, but she lightly slapped them away. "You know, you're very handsome yourself. Has anyone ever told you that before?"

"Umm, my mother." 

"Oh, we can't count that. Anyone else?"

"Umm, no." I had a fleeting thought of Alice Mattingly, but I hadn't been alone with her long enough to try to kiss her. I couldn't mention the times I'd been with Miss Ginger, and so I just let things hang there, and sure enough Denise came to my rescue, and opened Pandora's Box, saying, "I can see that you're all sticky here. Perhaps you'd be more comfortable if we open those pants and let some fresh air in, don't you think?"

My imagination went berserk. I could only stammer an inane reply. "I ... umm ...."

I heard my zipper being pulled down and groaned. 

I went absolutely rigid on feeling the lightest pressure of her finger when it made brief contact with my roiling cock. I was forced to open my eyes and saw her leaning forward, licking and moistening her lips as she stared directly at my drooling one-eyed prick.

"Oh, my, Donald, you certainly have a fine one, Donald. Indeed you do," she whispered. I couldn't believe she was pleased with me. And when she followed that by licking her lips again, my cock gave a huge lurch and forced its way completely into the open.

Denise fanned her face with her hands, then let them fall to a button beneath the lace of her collar. She kept her eyes on mine as she slowly undid it. "It's seems to have gotten warmer in here," she said softly, and gave me a warm, assuring smile.

The situation was too intense for me. I knew I should do something, but even after being with Miss Ginger I was terrified of spoiling the moment, and so I waited for her to lead me to wherever we were going.

"I don't want you to move, my sweet Donald. I'm going to teach you about desire."

DESIRE! What could she possibly tell me--- a walking, 24 hour a day throbbing erection about desire? A simple glance at any female's throat would send me scurrying to the bathroom to masturbate a half dozen times each day!

And then she stretched, driving those pointed tips into the material of her chest with such force that I was sure they would tear through the material. That it took my breath away goes without saying. She followed this by moving her pelvis in a circular motion, so suggestive that I had to grasp my erection to quell its newly acquired exuberance.

I heard a half gargle, half giggle come from her throat. Saw her undo a button, revealing a good amount of cleavage.

"Do you like what you see?"

Did I like what she was revealing to me? I was totally confused. Miss Ginger had never been this suggestive and I had fucked the daylights out of her!

I managed a weak response, "Umm, yes, very much." 

Up to that moment I had thought the times with Miss Ginger had been exciting. And they certainly were. But this ... this was more so. There was the allure of what was occurring before my eyes. There was the sensual mystery of what charms lay beneath the clothing she was removing so teasingly, and the promise of unending sex. 

No, I'd never been so excited by anything in my entire life.

Smiling at me, she turned away and walked to the stereo unit in the bookcase and put on a station playing some jazz. I seem to think it was Brubeck's Take Five, or maybe Blue Rondo Ala Turk. I always confuse the two, and it was a long time ago.

Denise began moving to the soft sound of Paul Desmond's saxophone. Occasionally bending toward me, providing fleet flashes of perhaps a half breast, or partial glimpse of what had to be nipple through the opening of her dress.

I guess my cock was putting on a show of its own, pulsing and jerking, more than halfway out of my fly because Denise came to me then. I could see her breasts rising and falling beneath her dress. I couldn't quite see her nipples, only the provoking indentations they were making as they tantalized me.

Standing in front of me, she opened the remaining buttons and let those magnificent breasts fall away. I know I must have gasped aloud, for she gave a wanton laugh and reached out to hold my cock in her hand. Using her other hand, she began slapping my face with her breasts, hissing, "No touching ... yet!" 

This only served to fill me with even greater want.

After squeezing a drop of cum from my tumescent prick, she laughed again and took a step back. I failed to realize that she was performing a striptease for my benefit, something she later confided she did for Frank on a weekly basis. 

If possible, my eyes opened even wider as Denise slowly unbuttoned the final few buttons on her dress. Now she was holding it together, providing tantalizing peeks here and there, but in the main, denying me what I ached to see.

I needed to touch her. I wanted to kiss her all over as I had Miss Ginger, somehow knowing that was the one way I could seize the initiative.

"Like them, Donald?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Have you ever seen a woman's breasts before?"

"Not really. Well, I've seen my sister's."

"Did she show them to you, or did you spy on her?"

"I ... I walked in on her by accident."

"Did it excite you?"

"Yes ...." I had the good sense not to tell her that almost anything feminine excited me, but then I expect Denise knew that already.

Denise had the edges of her dress in her hands. She put them together and began to lean forward so that I could see almost all of her breasts. She leaned forward and back in time to the music.

I groaned in my frustration and she laughed lewdly, inserting her hands into the dress and fondling those magnificent globes.

"Would you like too ...?"

My hands flashed out, but only grazed them, for she had anticipated my move and pulled back enough to deny me what I wanted. 

"No touching!"

"You said, 'Not yet.'"

"I could say, not ever."

"Please don't."

Still teasing me with her breasts, she giggled and turned her back to me, and bent over throwing her ass at my face. There was a subtle shift on her part and suddenly I could see the entirety of her legs, from ankle to muscled calves to the tops of those stockings and beyond --- to the juncture where her white laced panties met her crotch.

It took me some time to realize that each and every move on her part had been carefully rehearsed countless times while perfecting her seductive technique. I would realize that women the world over practiced such things endlessly in hope of beguiling the right man. It would hit home several days later when I came upon my younger sister practicing facial expressions in a mirror as I passed by her room.

Suddenly Denise stretched again and the dress fell mysteriously into place, hiding all her sexy charms from my eyes.

And before I could protest, she raised the dress up to her hips, turned to face me and revealed a translucent glimpse of her lightly furred cunt through those panties.

Denise leaned over me and nipped my ear. When I pulled back in surprise, she asked in a husky, throaty voice if I was going to cum.

Quite frankly, I had never heard the term before, and made no response.

And just like that the tables were turned.

"Such innocence!" she laughed. "You've never heard the word before?"

"Sure I have. Like come here or here I come!" I answered, hoping that would appease her.

"I mean to cum as in ejaculate. You do know that word?"

"Yes, and I understand. To answer your question, I am very close to cumming."

"Do you cum often, Donald?" Her right breast was pressed against the side of my face. I had to fight to keep from turning into it and giving suck. My so-called innocence had given me some form of power over Denise, only I didn't know it just then. 

"I ... I masturbate daily."

"How often?"

"Sometimes five or six times, mostly less."

"Would you like to do it for me now?"

I was too embarrassed to answer.

"You would, wouldn't you?"

I felt certain she could read my mind. But remained mute, only regaining my voice when she placed a hand on my quivering member.

"Please don't!"

Licking her lips and giving me another of her sexy smiles, Denise said, "I expect you'll have very painful balls if you don't get some relief soon, Donald."

I gritted my teeth. I couldn't bring myself to jerk off in front of her. It was just too private a matter. At least I thought so at that moment.

"You'll have very painful balls if you don't," she said, perhaps as a veiled threat that to deny her would mean the end of her striptease.

"They already hurt," I admitted.

"Poor baby," she cooed seductively. "Don't you want to see the rest of me?"

"Yes," I croaked dryly.

"Well then, let's show each other, shall we?" She let the dress fall aside and it dropped to the floor. 

I was faced with the graceful swell of her lower belly, the plumpness of her crotch, the dark suggestive shadow between her legs. 

"More?"

"Yesssss," my parched throat managed. In the back of my mind I saw myself as Oliver Twist, asking for more gruel. 


Sensualist Ch. 02



Denise bent over and let her lips touch my engorgement. It jumped at the contact, rubbing half its length along her cheek.

"Are you going to shoot off on me?" Denise inquired with might have passed for scientific curiosity.

"Mmmm, I'm awfully close."

"It's sweet of you to admit that, Donald." Denise kept examining my cock, and then she said, "I've never said this before, but, Donald you seem to have a perfect cock."

"What?" 

Denise appeared to have an uncanny ability to throw me off track at the most inopportune times. I would learn that she practiced this tactic on Frank constantly, and that he loved it.

But Denise, with the slowest of movements, was already pumping my erection up and down. To my surprise, she kept me from exploding by squeezing tightly at the base of my erection with her other hand.

"You are ready to cum, Donald, aren't you?"

"Yesssss!" I answered; thinking I had screamed it out, when in fact, it was the meekest of replies.

"I have to say that makes me oh, so thirsty!"

I couldn't believe my ears, nor my eyes, when a moment later, she gave the tip of my knob a brief, but oh so forceful suck, ending it with a loud, 'smack!'

When I opened my eyes, I saw the desire in hers and knew we would be fucking soon.

Looking directly into my eyes, Denise took me into her mouth and began to suck. There was no taking it out this time, for she proceeded to cup my balls in one hand while steering my prick from one corner of her mouth to the other.

"That's wonderful, Denise!" I managed to croak.

Taking me from between her ruby red lips, she said softly, "Touch them if you like."

There was pure magic in the air as my palms brushed over those pointed nipples of hers. Using my fingers, I squeezed them much as she had my balls, and I heard her moan with satisfaction. My cock was again immersed in her mouth, and she was fondling my balls, driving me even wilder than I'd been before.

Suddenly she had taken me from her mouth and was holding my penis in a death grip at its base. "Don't want you cumming just yet, darling," she hissed.

For some reason I felt compelled to kiss her at that moment. It turned out to be the right thing to do at the time, for she responded by sending her swirling tongue into my mouth in a kiss that seemed to last forever. During this time I gently kneaded her tits and she fondled my balls and tickled my asshole.

Breaking off our kiss, Denise said bluntly, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes ..." I said, and recalling something Miss Ginger had told me about women loving to be the teacher in all respects with neophyte males, added, "If you'll show me the right way."

"Oh, Donald! You're so precious! I want you to rub that cock all over my boobies!

"I want you to cum on my face!

"I want to feel that rod up my ass and in my cunt!

"Will you put it up my ass, Donald?"

"Yes, if you want me too." Up to that moment I had never considered venturing into that hole. But on hearing her suggest it, I was suddenly aflame with a want to do just that; and as soon as possible!

"Good boy!"

My God, words of praise for agreeing to perform such a disgusting act? "But apparently I was capable of acting decisively in moments like these and I responded with, "And ... will you things for me too?"

"Oh, yes my darling boy. We'll do everything!"

Her words had me thinking I was in heaven, and perhaps I was.

Yes! Let's do everything!" I replied eagerly, not caring what demands would be made of me.

"I want to sit on your face. Not right now, but later. I want you to lick and suck my pussy, and gently tease my clit." Then apparently having thought about what she'd just said amended it, saying, "I'll show you how to do that, sweetie."

She guided me over to the leather wing chair, had me sit so that I was only half on the chair, my head pressed up against the back of the chair.

Glancing down, I saw my prick, glistening from the mix of her saliva and my own fluids.

I made it jerk as her mouth came closer, and she shrieked with delight.

I brought my hands up and took hold of her breasts, massaging one while sucking the other; pushing and pulling them together, licking first one nipple then the other. Denise sighed, I let my hands fall to her hips, encircled her waist, drew her to me. I kissed her again, feeling the slick stiffness of my cock against her naked belly. My hands ventured down and taking her ass in my hands, heard her murmur: "Oh yes, baby, feel that ass of mine! Wait! Wait! We should change places, baby!"

That said, Denise first sat, then slouched forward and opened her legs, welcoming me. I slid my fingers along her crack and she squirmed in my arms. I let my finger touch her tight little anus, and was surprised to find her wet even there. 

Groaning with want, she shifted away from my ever questing fingers and directed my prick into the slick, velvety heat of her cunt. Two strokes into that magnificent orifice my cock throbbed and a second later I ejaculated as I pulled out in alarm at impregnating her. The first line splattered against her kneecap, the second her calf. To my chagrin, Denise shrieked with laughter!

"So soon, Donald?" Denise, still laughing, protested weakly. "It's my fault. I teased you so. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself!"

I was mortified. A long string of cum hung from the tip of my cock symbolizing my failure.

With a wide smile, Denise reached down to her leg and slowly scooped up some semen and carefully examined it. 

"Well," she said, "while I enjoyed that display of your sexual prowess, I hate to see it wasted like that." 

That said, she thrust her hand at my face and said, "Here, taste yourself!"

Seeing no viable alternative, I did as I was told. A moment later, my eyes widened as Denise cleaned the remainder, or at least most of it from her calf brought it to her own mouth, and placing said fingers into her mouth, sucked away, much as one might at an oyster shell and its content.

"There are other things we can do, my sweet," she purred, placating my injured manhood as so many women have done over the years. "You'll be like a rock in no time at all, you'll see, my darling, Donald."

I would have moved mountains for her for saving me from myself at that moment. "What ... What can I possibly do?" I beseeched her.

"You can go down on me, orally, like I did when I sucked you off."

She was already settling into the arm chair and opening her legs for me, guiding my fingers into her sodden hole.

I found her so wet that I decided to send three fingers into her rather than the one. She accepted them easily, purring with satisfaction as I stirred my semen with her juices. 

"Lick me there, sweetie!" she murmured excitedly.

I nodded agreeably and saw that lifting one of her legs would make it easy for me to accomplish what she wanted. I gently took an ankle and placed it over the arm of the leather chair, widening her opening even more then sat back on my hunches for a moment and committed the sight to memory.

Her eyes were closed. She had a finger in her mouth and was sucking on it like one would a pacifier. There was a flush spread across her breasts to her face. Her nipples were rigid, one pointing towards the ceiling, the other at me. She still wore her shoes, although one was just hanging off her foot, ready to drop to the floor.

I moved closer and studied her cunt. A small triangle of hair, almost the same shade as that on her head, surrounded her opening. Fluids from both of us glistened on her labia, like dew on an early morning flower.

I kissed one thigh. 

She shivered, "Oh, yes baby, yes," she cooed and brought one hand to the back of my neck. I kissed her thigh again, and then I moved to the other, but a little higher.

"Oh, Oh, Oh!" she crowed in anticipation of what lay ahead, adding the other hand to the first. I moved in, going for her center, but she shifted her rear-end and I wound up rubbing my nose against her cunt. There was a fraction of time when I felt her damp pubic hairs on my cheeks, but then I righted myself and thrust my tongue out and tasted her cunt for the first time. I was amazed. She was so much sweeter than Miss Ginger had been!

"Oh, Donald!" she sighed when I took the fold of her labia between my lips and sucked. 

Instinctively, I held the fold in place with my teeth and continued to tickle it with the tip of my tongue.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

I brought my thumbs into play and spread her labia apart and sent my tongue in, swiveling here and there and everywhere. Her hips began to buck. I could feel the muscles of her legs quivering. I continued licking, adding an occasional suck to temper things off.

Denise was moaning non-stop; her head was turning from side to side. Looking up at her, I saw her eyes were closed and she had both breasts in her hands squeezing them. I pulled back, took a deep breath and sent my tongue in as far as I could. Her body jerked and she let out a loud cry of satisfaction.

"YES! YES!" 

And a moment later, "LIKE THAT ... YES!"

I increased my licking. She shuddered and tried to push me away, but I tightened my hold on her ass and refused to allow it. 

She jerked several times and then her legs quivered. I saw her belly spasm and all the breath seemed to leave her lungs as she flailed her arms in the air struggling to fill them again.

I paused in my work to watch.

She caught her breath after a brief struggle and moaned twice.

I started to ask if she was all right, but suddenly saw a smile of great contentment on her face and knew I had done a good job of it.

"Did you cum?" I asked. 

She smiled at me and nodded. A moment passed, then, "I'm still floating."

"That's good, right?"

"You're a marvelous lover, Donald. I can't believe you've never gone down on a woman before."

"But I haven't," I lied.

"That was the best ever, and ...."

I was touching her again, this time with my fingers. I wet them with her juices and ran them up and down the outer sides of her labia. She fell into a rhythm with me and I thought I was going to make her cum again, only to have her stop me.

"Look at yourself, Donald."

I did. I was fully erect and twitching.

She took it in her hand and pulled me closer. "I want you to fuck me," she said, "But wait here a moment."

She went to what had been my father's desk, cleared the papers off and placed a pillow from a nearby chair on it. Then she leaned across it. I could see her stockings drawn tight against her legs, could see the plump swell of her heart-shaped ass. She leaned further forward, and put her cunt lips on display for me.

She turned around and smiled at me. "Do you like what you see?"

"Very much."

"What does it make you want to do?"

I moved forward and allowed my rock hard prick to nestle in between the crack of her ass. She began moving, rotating her hips just slightly. It felt very good. She was wet all over, and I couldn't resist feeling her thighs and her breasts from behind. Finally I slid my cock down allowing the head of it to rest against the lips of her sex. She moaned again. 

"I think you can find a way to get that thing in where it belongs, don't you?"

I moved and it sank into her warmth. I groaned with the pleasure that comes when entering a woman for the first time. I realize I had been inside her earlier, but I would point out it was under nearly intolerable conditions. If you recall, I came immediately. This was different. This was to be savored.

And evidently, Denise concurred. "Slowly. Very slowly, Donald my love."

I hardly dared move as my member was drawn ever deeper into the abyss of love. 

When it was in, she told me to be still. Denise began rotating her hips. The feeling was exquisite. I pushed again, just a bit. She moved. I pushed. Before long, I could feel her ass cheeks against my belly.

"Now, sweetie, I want you to fuck me."

I tried to get a better position, only to slip out and quickly reinsert my prick in her again.

"Okay, Donald, now fuck me!"

My only thought at the moment was how unbelievably good it felt.

I started slowly, backing out, moving in. 

"Oh fuck me, baby!" she groaned and ground her ass against me. I reached around her with one hand and squeezed a breast. With the other, I reached down and tickled her asshole.

"Faster, harder!" she gasped and repeated herself. I would over time hear those same words regurgitated by women of all shapes and sizes; all ages and colors, and for the same reasons.

Denise was about to cum big time.

"Oh, yes, I'm going to cum, fuck me harder!"

I helped her reach her plateau by telling her I was about to cum. That did it for her. 

"Flood me with your stuff!" She screamed and came, humping crazily, and going even harder when I let loose and she felt my hot seed cannonading along her vaginal walls.

"YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH, FUCK ME!" she chanted until I collapsed, still jerking with after spasms, completely drained.

Or so I thought.

My cock had shriveled to next to nothing, and Denise took a moment to wipe her genitals off with some tissues. We found ourselves sitting next to each other in the leather wing chair. She wore only stockings and shoes. I had an undershirt and socks. We laughed at one another and removed the remainder of our clothing. 

Only then did we consider the time remaining before the others would be returning. I thought we had about forty minutes. Being the more conservative, Denise felt we only had about fifteen minutes.

"So why did we just get undressed?" I asked with a silly grin.

"I guess we wanted to end things with both of us naked as the day we were born."

"I'd like to watch you dress and undress sometime," I said wistfully.

"That day, or night will come, Donald."

"Really? You're not teasing me again, are you?"

"No, I'm not. Perhaps we can reprise this afternoon tomorrow night."

"Why not tonight?" I asked hopefully.

Denise slapped my limp noodle and laughing said, "I know you can get it up, but probably only the once. Tomorrow you'll be a tiger. That is if you don't go masturbating tonight. Promise me you won't."

"I promise," I said, not really meaning it.

"The next time will be more like love than desire, Donald." She stood and moved to a shelf filled with books my father had that I'd never given a second glance.

Denise selected two slim volumes and gave them to me. "Some good poetry here, Donald. You might think it mushy at first, but give it a chance. It's mostly about love."

"You want me to memorize some lines for you, Denise?"

"That would be nice of you. I'm pleased you thought to ask me. Now come here and pay some respect to my boobies." 

She let me kiss both nipples and then her mouth before we got dressed. Then she retired to her room and I went out for a walk, thinking it best that I not be home when my mother got back.



Sensualist Ch. 03



Evening Rendezvous' -- Anatomy Lessons -- Approaching Alice's Father -- Denise Prepares Alice's Seduction -- Watching the Women Finger One Another -- Feigning Sleep While Alice Jerks Me Off -- Seducing Poor Alice as a Team -- Alice Does Almost Everything

The next day I spent in a fog, bumping into things and finally retreating to my room to avoid arousing anyone's suspicions by my unusual actions. 

Frank was still out of town, and as dinner came to a merciful end, Denise caught me by the elbow and pulled me aside when no one else was in the room.

"Nine tonight, my room, Donald."

I floated away, and showed remarkable restraint in not masturbating as the clock on my wall slowly ticked away the hours until our scheduled rendezvous.

I knocked lightly on her door at the stroke of nine. Denise opened it immediately, revealing her own need to me, and giving me pause to think clearly for possibly the first time that day that I wasn't the only horny person in the room.

"Kiss me, Donald," she whispered after closing the door.

I looked at her like she was a priceless treasure. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I forced myself to memorize every detail of her dress, or undress as it were. Her breasts were already fully revealed to me, and she wore only a transparent teddy and some gossamer-like panties. Her hair was pinned up, giving me unimpeded access to her neck and ears. And the perfume she wore simply intoxicated me with a lust I really didn't need just then.

I kissed her, and her soft hand went between my legs seeking and caressing my stiff standing prick—which was as hard as iron.

"Donald, you poor boy, have you suffered terribly while waiting?"

"No, ma'am," I lied.

"Oh? Well how long has it been in this state?" "All through dinner, Ma'am."

"When we're together, please call me Denise, or some other term of endearment, Donald, my love."

"Umm, yes, of course ... Denise."

"Now I'd like you to kiss my throat and neck while I ask you a few questions. Do you mind, Donald?"

"No, ma'am," I replied and commenced kissing her throat.

"Tell me truthfully, was I your first, Donald?"

"Yes, ma'am, um, I mean, Denise," I lied. I had learned women preferred this response from Miss Ginger, and it stood me in good stead for the next several months until my actions on the playing field belied my professed innocence. One can only carry the lie so far, sooner or later one must fess up to the truth, and hope it sets one free.

"I shall be delighted to provide you with more ... shall we say, lessons in making a woman happy in bed?"

I gave her an anxious smile.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yes, Denise. I'm more than ready."

She laughed delightedly, and gave my prick a light slap. "Yes, I can see that," then lay back on the bed and placed a fluffy pillow under her behind. "You need to kneel between my legs ... yes, just like that."

She took hold of my prick, and had me lay on top of her, which put my stomach on her smooth white belly, and my rampant prick in the nest of hair around her entrance. Then using her long tapered fingers, Denise guided me---already slick with excitement---into the delicious sensations of her velvety warm oily folds.

"You need to give it a good push, my love," Denise said, her voice already husky with lust. "Although I would enjoy some sweet kisses from you before we start."

I kissed her deeply and passionately, silently thanking my good fortune in having her choose me to sample her many charms. I tried to take stock of the many sensations I was experiencing --- her pointed nipples against my chest, the silky softness in the hollow of her throat, the sweetness of her breath, but overpowering all else was the motion of her hips as she deftly moved so that I was drawn ever deeper into the recesses of her vagina.

"Yesssss," Denise hissed as my fingers found her clit and circled it. 

She leaned slightly to one side and turned her head to kiss me again. As our tongues met, she started moaning and grabbed the back of my head. I started to fuck her automatically, moving steadily, not franticly as I was enjoying the overall sensations too much to hurry the finish. 

I felt Denise's body tense up once, then twice, and then groaning into my mouth she came. It seemed she was trying to suck the air from my body for a moment and I almost panicked, but she let go of the back of my neck and our mouths came apart and I took a deep breath then resumed humping her.

"My God, you made me cum in no time at all. I must have wanted this more than I realized."

"Should I stop, Denise?" I inquired, although I wanted nothing more than to fuck her hard.

"No! No, don't stop, Donald my love. I ... I can ... I mean I'm close again!"

I did my best impression of a rutting rabbit and brought her to a second riotous climax, quickly followed by my own.

"Don't move," Denise whispered after wiggling out from under me and grabbing my cock. Then she squeezed the last few drops of sperm from its tip onto her tongue and gleefully swallowed. 

We lay there for a while, drifting down from our mutual high, me sucking languidly on her right tit, she holding the head of my cock in her mouth, teasing it with her tongue.

Eventually, I let the nipple fall from my lips and rested my face between her generous breasts. I could hear her heart pounding. It felt good to sit there with this woman beside me, her arms holding me tightly to her. 

"I love it that you're hard for me again," she said with wanton unrestraint. "Young men have a resiliency that older men, like my Frank lack. If you let me, I'll teach you how to please a woman so that she'll never leave you."

I could only profess my thanks to Denise by kissing her softly on the lips and tasting myself on them.

"I take it that that's a yes," she laughed.

"Yes, that's a big fat yes, my love," I answered.

"Men, and I use the term loosely," she said, "I don't want you thinking I've lumped you into same category as most men. But men in general never consider the sex from a woman's perspective."

"You mean like Frank?" I asked, having watched them fuck from my peephole.

"Frank? Why would you...? Have you been spying on us?"

"No!" I said, perhaps protesting with too much energy.

"You have!" Denise cried and jumped from the bed and made right for the wall where the tiny hole was located.

Rubbing her hand over the wall it took no time at all before she found it.

"I knew it! How long have you been watching me?"

I was crushed at being caught so red-handily and feared she would deny me any further sensuous delights, even worse, that she would tell Frank and he would take a switch to me and disgrace me in front of my mother and sister.

I picked honesty in lieu of lying although I did temper the truth a little, confessing that I had been so struck by her beauty that on learning she and Frank would have the room next to mine that I drilled a hole in the wall in hope of catching her in a state of undress.

"I ... I never thought to see you and Frank ...."

Denise's eyes were wide, but not with anger. Excitement would be a better choice of words. "What did you see first?" she asked in a croaky tone laden with sexual craving.

"I ... I saw you undressing. That first night.

"What did you do about it?"

"No ... nothing, Denise. I just looked."

"I know that's not true, Donald. What did you do?"

"I masturbated."

"How many times, Donald? Her voice had gone soft, but the craving was still in her eyes.

"I lost count." I said.

"I don't believe you ... Donald," she added disdainfully.

"I don't ... because ... because Frank came in and you ... you did it," I managed to get out before shutting up.

"You must have played with yourself while watching us ... didn't you, Donald?" The sarcasm in her tone spoke volumes. 

I have never let another woman know that I have spied on them. And quite a few have asked me if I had. But after this episode with Denise, I would never admit to it. I would however, tell them that I wished I had, and several provided me with the opportunity (including Denise) to watch them with another man, or in two cases, another woman.

Satisfied with my story, Denise told me that she could forgive a young man for the one mistake, but no others. I whispered an apology and then Denise began to act as if nothing untoward had occurred between us.

"I was saying," She said casually, "men in general never consider the sex from a woman's perspective."

"How so?" I put in, delighted that we would be renewing our sexual proclivities.

"It happens that the woman usually takes longer to ... heat up, if you get my meaning."

"I understand what you just said, but just now I thought you came rather quickly. In fact, you managed to come before I did, and I'm a man."

Denise laughed, and replied, "That's true enough, but I had been simmering for a while, and you may recall that I had already achieved one orgasm. When that happens it doesn't take all that much to reach another. You will note that after a man spends a period of rest or recuperation is required. Unless, that is, the man is young, like yourself."

Titillated by her compliment, I made my penis jump and was pleased to hear her shriek with laughter. "All right, Donald, let the lessons begin. Do you see that little projection at the upper part of my pussy?"

Her index finger glided over the point in question and I nodded affirmatively.

"That, Donald, is my clitoris, or clit. It is the site of the most exquisite sensations a woman can experience. Most men don't know or even care about its existence."

She had my utmost attention now. I recalled Miss Ginger's state of excitement rising when I had touched her in that area. I recalled that Miss Ginger had been fairly specific about how to touch her there, and how she had returned to that place when we masturbated for each other the one time.

"I see," was all I said, and that bothered Denise, for she added rather pointedly, "Look closer. See it's a tiny pebble now, but as I stoke it you'll see it grow."

"It's like my erections," I offered as it did indeed increase slightly in size.

"Exactly, Donald, only nowhere as big. But if you titillate it with your tongue or suck it, it will become harder and more projecting. But I warn you, touch it carefully, for it is extremely sensitive and require the gentlest treatment.

"Now I want you to place your lips to it, and very softly suck on it."

"I did as instructed and found it responded by stiffening and almost doubling in size. I also saw that Denise was quaking under this sucking and quite close to coming again. Miss Ginger had reacted in a similar manner, and I filed this away for further consideration.

"Shall I stop?" I inquired, testing her response. I was confident I knew what her answer would be. "NO! KEEP AT IT!" she replied sounding panic stricken that I might halt my ministrations.

I resumed my sucking, and recall thinking that no matter how repulsive it might seem, sucking a cock must be quite similar to this, and I already knew that I enjoyed sucking on her, and thereby set the groundwork for a future experience with a man.

Denise signaled her appreciation of my effort by several convulsive twitches of her buttocks. I answered by slipping my hand under my chin—the position was awkward, but I managed to thrust my thumb into her cunt. My forefinger was somewhat in the way, but entry was aided by the steady flow of her juices and I fingered, or more aptly, thumbed her, adding greatly to the pleasure already underway.

My head was pressed so firmly against her cunt that I had difficulty in breathing, but I managed to keep up the action of tongue and thumb until I felt her hands on my head and her fleshy thighs closed on my cheeks as if in a vice. I tried to voice my protest, but just then Denise let loose a torrent of juice that poured down into my mouth and over my chin, neck, and hand as her convulsions increased. 

In this state, Denise had no idea of what she was doing, or where she was. (She confided this to me a little later.) Then gasping for breath, she relaxed those powerful thighs and I was free to breathe again, and did so, until she clasped me to her genitals again.

I was happy to resume licking and sucking on that most sensitive part of her anatomy, grateful for the knowledge she had imparted to me that enabled me to bring her to this unimaginable state of blissful contentment.

Minutes may have passed before either of us spoke. It was Denise who voiced the first tender words. "Oh, my darling, come kiss me. You have given me so much delight."

I did so, but managed to place my erection in the groove of her well-moistened gash that lay raised on a pillow so conveniently placed earlier. "No, Donald ...I can't, I really can't!"

But I already held her around the waist, and my cock was right where it was meant to be.

"I am exhausted, dear boy!" But there was something lacking in her tone. I couldn't place it then, but after later consideration I decided that while the lady was saying, "No, no, she really meant, "Yes, yes."

I shut her mouth with a thousand fluttering kisses, used my tongue to some extent and had her eager to fuck in no time at all.

"Stop, just for a moment, please!" she begged as I sank into the sticky marsh of her twat.

Stop, I promise we'll do it. I want you to reposition yourself."

"How?"

"You'll love it, I promise!"

"You're not going to cheat me, are you?"

"Oh, no! I'm on fire for you!" 

With great reluctance, I pulled out of her and she quickly turned herself round, and getting on her hands and knees, presented her magnificent behind to me. For a moment I thought she wanted me to take her anally, and would gladly have done so, but she anticipated me and said, "Oh, no! Not there!" 

"But," I protested.

"Give it to me, Donald. I'll put it in the right hole."

However, I was moved to an action of my own and stooped forward, pushed my face between those glorious cheeks and found the lovely little spidery orifice, kissed it once and then thrust my tongue in.

"OH!" she gasped in surprise, "That tickles so!" Then she flinched, causing her cheeks to squeeze shut, locking me out. And with my prick in hand, Denise guided my love-stick to her cunt and engulphed it up to the very hair of her pudendum.

This new position---for me---gave my beautiful instructress an ability to apply more pressure on my prick—in addition to the sight of her glorious buttocks heaving under my movements, which made me want to place my cock in that dark hole at the earliest opportunity.

The feeling was mind-blowing. I could feel the heat of her walls along the entire length of my shaft, and I felt like I was going to cum without her having to do anything else. And yet, as I plowed relentlessly in and out, Denise rolled her hips in kind of a circle in reply before turning her head back toward me and laughing lewdly.

"You were right," I told her. She laughed and began clenching and unclenching her vaginal muscles around me. The feeling was exquisite.

"Play with my tits, Sweetie!"

I did, twisting and tweaking her nipples. "Fuck yes, baby! My nipples are so fucking sensitive. I wish you could suck them, but I understand."

She was gasping and moaning as fucked. With my cock hammering into her I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I just hoped to make her cum again as well. 

We must have fucked this way for some twenty minutes or more before she yelled, "When you get there ... baby, don't ... hold back! Cum ... in ... me! Cum in me!"

That pretty much ended any restraints I might have had. My balls began to throb, and hands on her hips I used my waning energy to jackhammer those last dozen strokes. Denise seemed to match my actions, driving her body down onto my cock faster and faster.

"Yes ... yes ... do it!"

Then seconds later: "So close ... so ... fucking close!"

I felt the muscles near my prostate tightening and I grabbed her hips with my hands. My fingers dug into her flesh, holding her down on my cock. Restraining her in this way seemed to spur her on as much as her words were spurring me on.

"Oh ... YEAH!"

My cock pulsed and I exploded into her. She groaned in my ear, continuing to tell me to cum in her as we collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted.

I have, in the years since, lain with many women, but this was the most memorable of all as it was really an initiation of sorts into the mysteries of the female mind. ________________________________________

"So tell me about the girl's you've known," Denise said, testing my truthfulness and ensuring that I was indeed her first woman. 

"Um, you mean my sister's?"

"No, I mean the girls at school; surely they're all over you, with your good looks and that big bulge along the side of your leg."

"Um, there are no other girls ... well, I asked one to the prom and she said yes, but I can't get her to go out with me before the prom. I don't even know if her father will let her go to the damn prom."

"Oh, you poor thing. You've run into a bad daddy, have you? Well, perhaps I can help you out there."

"You can?" I said hopefully, for Alice was, or had been foremost on my masturbatory thoughts before seeing Denise and Frank cavorting in their bed.

"Donald, most fathers resent any male sniffing around their daughters. It's probably because they want to fuck them themselves. Well, maybe subconsciously at least, and so they become overly protective. A strong second is they usually want someone they find suitable for their daughters, someone rich, for instance. Or someone with the potential to become either rich, or influential, and can provide for their daughters.

"You fit the bill; you have a substantial trust as I understand it. Don't you stand to come into several million when you reach a certain age?"

I nodded, this was going somewhere, and I wanted to hear more. 

I recommend you go call on Mr. Whateverhisnameis, make certain he knows who you are. Um, maybe, tell him up front that you're Donald Stevenson Clark, Jeremy Stevenson Clark's son. And that you have already asked Alice to the prom. 

He must already know this, Donald, but tell him anyway. Then ask if you can have a moment of his time. He'll invite you in, perhaps offer you a drink. Decline any alcohol, accept water, soda or juice; nothing else. Then, when seated and with your drink, tell him he has an impressive home, I expect he probably does, but one never knows. At any rate, now you tell him that after graduation, you're going off to the University of Georgia to become ... what, Donald?"

"Um, either law or medicine. I'm undecided."

"Tell him medicine, unless he's a lawyer, then put law first."

Denise went on, trying to anticipate Mr. Mattingly's questions and actions until she ran out of ideas and said, "That's about it. If he throws something at you from left field, answer from your heart. 

Above all, face up to him. He's a father, not an ogre. He's protecting his daughter; your job is to show him you feel essential the same way, even through you probably want to jump her bones more than life itself."

"Denise!" I started to protest.

"Oh, be quiet, you know you do, and I know you do. Even what's her name at the very least senses you want to get into her pants."

"Alice," I sputtered, "Alice is her name, and I do want to get into her pants," but I was already wondering if Denise might be of some assistance in doing so.

"And I'll help you there, but first you have to convince her father to let you take her out."

"YES!" I thought, and then realized what she had just said. "He won't ...."

"He will! Now, you can use my wedding as a means to have her over. You need a partner at the ceremony, get it?"

"What?"

"I think you see where I'm going. You need a partner... of course either Maureen or Ashley will probably walk down the aisle with you on their arm, but Mr. Mattingly doesn't know that. It's perfectly acceptable for you to ask Alice over to your home to meet with family members prior to the wedding.




Sensualist Ch. 03



"He can't refuse. All you have to do is clue Alice in on what's going on so she can support your story."

And that's almost exactly what happened when I called on the Mattingly's. It took Alice a few minutes to understand what I was going to do. She had reservations about her father allowing her to go out with me for any reason. But when I persisted, telling her that I was going to see him regardless, she almost swooned in front of me. No one had ever stood up to him on her behalf. I was her knight in shining armor so to speak, and she kissed me hard, although there was no tongue involved by either of us.

Actually, Mr. Mattingly was quite pleasant from the first. Denise said afterward that Alice had probably worn him down with tears and complaints about being chained to her room and not allowed to partake in all the dates her classmates were going on. My father's name did have a certain influence on him, as Denise had said it would. 

Alice went along with everything I asked of her; and the following afternoon I picked her up and drove her to my home, where Denise was waiting. Ashley, mother and another bridesmaid were off to Atlanta to select their dresses for the wedding. They would remain in the city overnight, leaving Denise and I alone with Alice for as long as we dared keep her with us. ________________________________________

Alice told me she felt like she was walking on air since leaving her house, and while she hadn't kissed me again, she had leaned against me while driving over to my place.

I don't know who was the more surprised when the two women met. If Denise was surprised by Alice's good looks, she didn't show it, but I could tell she hadn't expected it. And I think Alice was just as surprised to learn a woman as attractive as Denise was alone in the house with me. Of course, had I been a few years older I might have realized that what I was looking at was jealousy, plain and simple. 

Anyway, Alice surprised me by accepting Denise's offer of a beer, and we got off to a surprisingly good start. Then Denise said she was tired and was going to take a short nap, and left us alone.

"How old is Denise?" Alice asked.

"Mid-twenties, certainly not thirty, I'd guess." 

"She's very pretty, isn't she?"

"I'd say my uncle is a very lucky man." 

Alice smiled as if I'd said the right thing. "Kiss me, Donald." 

I did so and when she moaned into my mouth I kissed her neck. She had a beautiful neck, long and smooth. The touch of my lips made her shiver. A moment later she pulled away. "Oooh! I can't stand that; it's making me dizzy." Which was her way of telling me, 'That's all for now, big boy.' At any rate, we resumed what passed for normal conversation for several minutes and then Denise returned from her supposed nap, claiming she couldn't sleep and thought we wouldn't mind if she joined us.

Of course I knew that she'd given us a chance to be alone and had decided that I'd flubbed it. Was she going to help me?

"Alice," she said, I was looking over some of the things I've purchased for my honeymoon, and I thought that if you came up to my room with me we could try them on. If we find something special, (she took pains to draw the 'special' out) why we can model it for Donald." Turning to me, Denise said, "You don't mind me borrowing Alice, do you, dear?"

"Why no, Denise, it would be selfish of me to object," I replied.

Pulling Alice up from where she sat next to me, Denise gave me a lewd smile as she kept talking to Alice. "I have a few very nice things as well as some really naughty items, you know, just what a girl needs on her special night."

Of course I went to mine and the peep hole affording me a view on what was going on in there. ________________________________________

But I was in for a surprise. Denise had covered my peep hole, leaving me blind---but not deaf. I heard them chattering away about this outfit and that outfit, but couldn't make sense of any of it. 

Eventually they both decided on something to wear downstairs and while they dressed, I made my way back to the living room and waited for them.

When Alice came down from the room, she wore a short strappy dress that flared and came to just above her knees. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra, but her eighteen-year-old breasts filled it out nicely. She gave me a twirl and a glimpse of tanned thighs.

"Do you like it, Donald?"

"I do, I really do." 

"You don't think it's too ... revealing?"

"No, it's fine. I'm sure even your father would approve of it." 

That got her laughing, and she plopped down next to me on the sofa. "I like Denise, she's lots of fun."

"Yes, she is, but what's keeping her?"

"She told me she had to take a shower before putting on her outfit. I felt a little nervous when she began taking off her undies, so I came down. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, of course not. It means I have you to myself."

That earned me a hug and a light kiss.

I had hoped for more, but there was plenty of time. 

I put my arm round her and flicked on the TV. In another minute we were kissing hungrily. 

What started out as just a really slow, sweet smooch that demonstrated how gorgeously soft and tender and slippery her lips were turned into a series of scorchingly hot Frenching that ended abruptly when Denise came down about five minutes later.

I didn't mind the interruption all that much, for Denise was modeling a tight sleeveless top and a pair of loose linen trousers tied at the waist. The way her nipples poked out against the flimsy material of her top made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She gave me a kind of warning look and promptly sat between Alice and me.

"We had us some girl time, Donald. We decided to let go and wear some of my honeymoon ensemble. How do you like it?"

"I think each outfit is ... stunning. It's like you both walked out of that magazine."

"Cosmo?" Alice asked.

"Yes, that one," I replied.

Denise smiled at me and said, "We need you to move over there," pointing to the armchair across from where we sat. I complied and with that she put her arm round Alice and leaned back into the corner of the sofa, gently pulling Alice with her.

I couldn't believe that I'd been outmaneuvered so easily. 

"Oh, don't go all pouty on us, Donnie," Denise said not unkindly. "We need to stretch out, don't we, Alice?" 

There was a glaring warning in Denise's eyes and I realized she was up to something and that it would ultimately be to my benefit. 

Alice took the opportunity to stretch full length, leaning back against Denise, whose arm lay carelessly across Alice's stomach. Alice carefully arranged her dress over her legs. "I could get used to this," she said with a girlish titter.

"It's what we women do best, lie about looking beautiful," Denise said, giving me a smile Alice couldn't see, while giving Alice a girlie type squeeze near the elbow. It seemed a perfectly innocent squeeze, except that I noticed now her arm was resting firmly across Alice's breasts.

We all watched or pretended to watch some inane reality show about a husband and wife with God knows how many kids and the mundane problems that they had to face up to or lose the show.

I kept glancing over at them, but for the longest time nothing happened. But I knew Denise, and so I waited. Finally some fifteen minutes later, Denise asked me to open a bottle of wine. I did, bringing the bottle and three glasses back with me. I set the glasses down and began to pour. 

I was about to fill the third glass when Denise placed a hand over the empty glass and said, "That's good, Donald, thank you. Alice and I will share this one."

She held the glass to Alice's lips, but Alice couldn't get her head in the right position and when she tried to drink, some of the wine dribbled down her chin and onto the skin above her dress.

"Whoops," Alice giggled as I sat down and took a sip from my glass.

"I've got it," Denise said, and put a finger on Alice's skin just below the red droplets and scooped them up, continuing slowly all the way up her throat, over her chin and up to her mouth. Alice didn't show much sign of opening her lips, but Denise just pressed a little and her finger went in anyway.

"Mmm," went Alice, seemingly all innocence. "It seems to taste better this way," and she giggled. 

Denise continued to use her finger to the younger girl's mouth after taking a sip herself. I watched intently when she finally put her half filled glass down. I hadn't seen it happen, but now her arm was resting over Alice's shoulder, her hand hovering just above Alice's left breast.

And as I watched over the rim of my glass, it started moving, not directly onto the breast, but just enough for her fingertips to casually stroke Alice's bare arm next to it. Up and down. Up and down. Almost absentmindedly.

Alice seemed to be watching the reality show, but her face had this dreamy expression on it, like part of her was off somewhere else. She noticed me looking at her and gave me a smile. Nothing more, just a smile, but it made me feel really warm inside. Then she went back to watching television. 

Denise's fingertips continued their stroking---until I was beginning to think she would never get anywhere doing that, although Alice clearly liked it. But then I noticed the angle of her hand had changed slightly; hardly at all, but enough. While her fingertips stroked Alice's arm, now the palm of her hand was gently grazing the dress covering Alice's breast. 

Alice still wore her faintly dreamlike expression, but even from where I was sitting, I could tell the stroking was having an effect on her. All those innocent touches had caused Alice's nipples to stand out against the material of her dress. Even from where I sat one could tell they were rock hard with excitement. 

It wasn't the only thing in that room getting hard either. My cock felt like a steel rod. I started to imagine what it would be like to do what Denise was doing, feeling Alice's nipples beneath my hands, easing the straps of her dress over her shoulders, letting it slip below her tits.

"Could we have some more wine, Donnie?" Denise cooed, bringing me out of my fantasy.

I got up, quite forgetting I had a tent pole sticking out in front of me. Denise laughed. "Oh, I think we can guess what you've been thinking about, Donnie!"

"Mmmm, yeah, Alice giggled, "That's what he's always thinking about."

They both laughed at my embarrassment, but I poured their wine without spilling any and sat back down, putting my legs over the arm of the chair to hide my erection.

Denise fed Alice some more wine and Alice got to suck Denise's finger a bit more, to my mind she lingered a little longer over it this time. Then Denise's hand resumed its stroking and Alice's face went off into its dream world somewhere. And this time----and this wasn't my imagination----I could see Alice pushing up a little into Denise's hand as if to make Denise press all the harder onto her tit.

At that moment I both hated and adored Denise. I desperately wanted to put a hand on my cock, but somehow I knew it would be the wrong thing to do. Any move on my part I suspected would break the spell Denise had put over Alice. The moment and perhaps the opportunity, my opportunity, might be lost. So I sat there and ever the voyeur, I watched.

As it happened, Denise was the first one to break the spell. She gave Alice a quick girlie kiss on the forehead and eased her into a sitting position. "Sorry, Alice, I'm getting a cramp."

Alice was quick to apologize. "Oh, I'm sorry; I must be an awful weight."

"Don't be silly. You're as light as a feather. Still, next time it's my turn."

Alice's eyes shone. "Oh, yes, I'd like that." She looked at both of us. "I've had a really lovely time today. Still, maybe I'd better go now.'"

"Oh, it's only four, you needn't go on my account," Denise said. Then an idea seemed to occur to her. "Look, you were almost falling asleep. We have so much more to say and do. Why don't you stay here tonight?"

That caused Alice serious concern. "I couldn't ... my father ...."

"Well I'd be happy to call your parents and explain that some of the girls are having a little party tonight after arriving in town, and we have Donald's sister, Maureen's room available. You'll be home tomorrow, say around one."

But that isn't true! I mean, you're sleeping in Maureen's room!" Alice protested.

It really was the guest room, but no one bothered to set Alice straight on whose room it was, and Denise seized the opportunity to say, "And you can share it with me!"

Convinced that Denise wouldn't take no for an answer, Alice decided to let her parents say no for her. Looking like she'd been caught eating a whole box of chocolates 'she said, "Okay, I'll call my parents."

But Denise had anticipated that and said, "Let me make the call. I'll pretend to be Donald's mother," Denise said, and to my surprise, Alice made no objection.

Alice's mother thought it very generous of my mother to invite Alice to stay, and was happy to give her permission, asking only that she be home by two in the afternoon the following day. And the deed was done. Well almost. ________________________________________

To my astonishment, Denise asked Alice to go back to her room again. Ostensibly to change into another outfit, I thought it a flimsy excuse, and suspected that Denise had her own agenda with my Alice.

But how could I protest, other than to try to make them feel guilty about leaving me alone again.

Denise shot me down with the expertise an older woman often uses on her ineffectual male counterpart. "We'll only be a few minutes, darling. Surely you can grant us that much time."

And so I watched them climb the stairs and was afforded a lovely glimpse up Alice's panties under her dress that I'm certain was just for my benefit. 

I counted to thirty and raced up the stairs to my room and its secret portal. Denise had cleared the peep hole and I eagerly pressed my eye to the hole and spied on them.

Alice was apologizing to Denise. "I'm sorry, I must seem an awful prude to a woman of the world like you."

"Well, you don't look a prude in that dress, Alice. You look like you could break the balls of any man who came near you."

"Oh, God, do I? My mother will kill me when she sees me in this outfit."

"Well, we'll keep it here. You can wear it when you're going out with Donnie ..." she paused then added, "or me."

Apparently Alice thought nothing of Denise's last words, for she rushed on, saying, "I think he really liked the dress on me. He kept glancing at my breasts, and when I went up the stairs ... well I'm certain he got a look at my undies."

Denise laughed, and glanced over at the peep hole. "That's why we women wear dresses like that, Alice."

"I've always hated it when men stare at my ... front, but somehow with Donald, well, I actually want him to."

"Of course you do. And for God's sake, let's call them tits."

Alice laughed. "Alright. I do like him looking at my tits."

"I don't blame him. They're fabulous."

Alice laughed again, this time a little nervously. "Oh no, they're just ordinary."

"Not from where I'm standing." Denise walked across my vision to the mirror. "Just look at them." 

And she moved the mirror so that I couldn't see. What was Denise up too? Alice was balking, saying, "I can't. It's embarrassing."

"Nonsense, Alice; it's never embarrassing to look at yourself. Especially when you have a body as beautiful as yours."

"Well, I am embarrassed."

"Oh, stop pretending you're a little girl, Alice. You're a grown woman and you're allowed to behave like one."

A pause. "Well, maybe they're not so bad."

"Not so bad. They're gorgeous. If I were Donnie I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off them." So, Denise was working on my behalf after all!

That got a nervous giggle from Alice. 

Denise continued flattering Alice's breasts. "Compared with mine, yours are really lovely and they don't sag at all."

"Oh no," Alice protested, "yours are beautiful too."

"Well, thank you for being polite, but look, when you see them in the flesh..." 

There was a brief pause, and then ... "See, they're nowhere near as firm as yours."

There was a pregnant pause. I imagined Alice trying to get her head round the sight of Denise's naked tits.

"I've never seen another woman's ... tits before. Not outside the showers at school."

"There's a first time for everything. It's alright, you can look. They won't bite. You can touch them if you like."

But Alice didn't touch them; however I noticed that she couldn't take her eyes off them either.

"I ... I wish I could be uninhibited, like you, Denise," Alice said, sounding awed by the older woman.

"Oh, Alice," there was a sharp intake of breath and I saw Denise reach out and yank Alice's top down, baring her breasts.

"...now I can see yours too."

"Oh God."

"No, don't pull your dress up again. They're nothing to be ashamed of. Look at us in the mirror. See, just two half-naked women. If our arms were lopped off we'd look like a couple of Greek statues."

Alice laughed, trying hard to loosen up. "Except they wobble when we laugh."

"Yes," Denise agreed, "mine more than yours unfortunately."

"Oh, that's not true, you're just saying that. No, Denise, I just hope mine are as good as yours when I'm your age."

"I'll take that as a compliment, but I'm not really that much older than you."

"Sorry. But you know what I mean."

"I'm twenty-five, if you really want to know. It may seem like a lot, but it isn't, not really."

"Well, if I had the right bra I guess mine might seem as big as yours." 

"Let's see," Denise said, and my eyes popped out as she moved behind Alice and put her hands under the teen's breasts and lifted much as a bra might.

Alice was shocked that Denise was touching her tits, but didn't protest, I thought perhaps it was because she couldn't believe it was happening. Undaunted, Denise cooed, "They look much better if I just let them rest in my hands ... like this. Don't you think?"

"If you say so," Alice said, finally finding her voice.

"I do say so. And while I'm at it, they feel gorgeous too. Especially now that your nipples are going all hard.'

"Oh, God, are they?"

Denise laughed. "Well, what do you expect when someone strokes them like that? They know what they like. It's alright, I've let go now. You can start breathing again."

Her words jolted me. I had been holding my breath as well as Alice, who was telling Denise that she felt so stupid for acting childishly.

"I just wish my future husband was half as good looking as your Donnie."

"I'm sure your fiancée is handsome too," Alice said.

"Oh he's all right, and I do love him. But Donnie is really to die for. You're so lucky he's fallen for you."

"'How can you tell?"

"Well, he didn't have that huge bulge in his jeans because he was looking at me."

Ah, now we were getting down to it. I thought as my cock twitched against my leg.

Denise had gotten Alice talking about me. "He has that all the time. It makes me go all weak when he presses it against me. It's as much as I can do to stop myself grabbing it and taking it out and kissing it all over. I ... I probably would have if we'd had any time together, but...."

"Well, why don't you?" 

Yeah, why didn't she?

"We haven't had a chance to be alone. I really think I'd just lose control. I wouldn't be able to stop. We've only been alone twice and that was ... well, there was so little time that ... can I tell you something, Denise?"

"Certainly."I lie in bed and think about what it looks like."

"It looks amazing," Denise said matter of factly.

Whoops. I don't think she meant to say that.

"You've seen it? When?"

"When we were swimming at the pool. He wore this Speedo bathing suit ... God, it left nothing to the imagination, and ...." Denise stopped in mid-sentence.




Sensualist Ch. 03



"What? You were talking about his bathing suit ..."

"I shouldn't, really, I shouldn't."

"Oh come on, what was it?"

"He got hard. I think he got a good look at my tits. I don't know. But he got really hard and it looked monstrous!"

"Oh, my God!" Alice said after taking in a deep breath and then slowly exhaling.

Both of them laughed, thinking it funny. Denise moved out of my line of sight.

"I wonder what it would look like if it were exposed," Denise said, making her tone sound somewhat wistful.

"So do I," Alice said. "Just thinking about it is making me go all itchy, you know, down there."

"Me too."

"Really?"

"Of course, Alice, don't you know women get especially honey just before their weddings?" There was a rustle of movement, and then Denise said, "Look at me, I'm all damp."

Squinting through the peep hole I saw Alice trying not to look at Denise. But eventually curiosity won out and she slowly lowered her hands from her face. "They're pretty panties," she whispered."

"They should be, they cost enough," Denise laughed."Not that I get many people admiring them, unfortunately.'

"Well, I like them."

"Thank you. And now they're all damp, thanks to all that talk about Donald's big cock. Is it having the same effect on you?"

"I think so."

Denise came back into view; she was wearing a pair of flimsy panties and her heels, nothing else.

"Let's have a look at them."

"No!" Alice bleated fearfully.

"Come on," Dense said reproachfully. "I've shown you mine, now you've got to show me yours."

That brought on a tittering laugh from the both of them. I held my breath. Was I going to see Alice's cunt at long last? 

"Oh, I guess it's all right if I show you." 

My eyes must have been bulging from their sockets as Alice hiked her dress up to her waist.

"There."

Denise scoffed, saying for my benefit as well as her own, "Well, I can't see much with your dress just lifted up like that. Take the damn thing off!"

"I can't."

'Why not?" 

There was a long pause as Alice came to a decision.

"Alright."

She stepped out of the dress. "There!"

Denise and I took in her loveliness. Denise was considerate in that she made Alice turn this way and that, so that I could also enjoy the magnificence of her jutting ass and the sparsely haired cunt that I now thought I might actually possess.

Perhaps thirty seconds passed before Alice broke the silence.

"Aren't you going to say something? I'm getting embarrassed."

'I'm speechless," Denise said softly. "I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you, Alice. You're perfect."

On the other side of the wall I was nodding in agreement.

"Oh, stop, you're making me blush."

"I mean it, Alice. You're amazing."

"Oh sure; damp panties and all," she said nervously.

"It makes you even sexier." 

Flustered at the compliment, Alice stammered, "Uh, they do?"

Denise inched closer to Alice, and then sat on the bed near her and gasped, "It's no good, I'm so sorry, Alice but I've just got to touch myself!"

Shocked at this behavior, Alice almost shrieked, "Denise!" but managed to keep her voice down. 

Denise, ready for this reaction, quickly shot back: "Don't tell me you've never felt the same."

"I have, I have, but never in front of anyone!"

"But I think I'll go mad if I don't do something, Alice."

"Oh, Denise, you're awful."

"You can turn away if you can't bear to watch."

"But ... I can't not watch," Alice admitted putting a finger in her mouth and worrying the cuticle.

"So, you're as turned on as I am," Denise said, and with Alice looking down at her feet, Denise flashed a knowing smile at the peep hole knowing I was standing there looking on.

"I ... I keep thinking of Donald's cock. I wonder what it would be like to touch it," Alice said longingly. 

I saw Denise's hand go between her legs, obviously rubbing her clit. Naive enough to be shocked at Denise actually touching herself in front of her, Alice gasped and said, "Oh, Denise, don't!"

Moaning with lust, Denise said, "It's no good, I've just got to."

"Please ...."

I summoned all my will power to keep from jerking off as the spectacle unfolded before my eyes. Denise was incorrigible, in striving to seduce Alice. "Oh, that feels so good...."

"Denise, please...."

"I ... I can feel my clit through my panties. Look the wet spot's grown to almost double its size."

"OHHH!" Alice moaned.

"Look, see how swollen it is! Oh, I've just got to open my legs really wide..."

I heard Alice swallow, and then blurt out, "Oh Denise...."

"Umm, Denise sighed. "See my pussy lips? I just love to run my finger up and down between them. Don't you?" Alice made no response, but her eyes never left Denise's cunt.

I knew that jerking off or not, I was going to cum from the scene playing out before my eyes. I thought about turning away, even leaving the room. But remained in place. The house could have burned down around us and I wouldn't have budged unless summoned to join them in the other room. "Denise, how can you do it in front of me?"

"Because you watching me is even more of a turn-on. I'm not a lesbian, Alice, so don't think I'm going to rape you or anything. But even I'm turned on by the sight of a beautiful near-naked woman. And you're as beautiful as they come."

"Oh, no I'm not."

"Yes you are ... and speaking of cumming ...."

"You're not!" 

"Not yet, but very soon." 

"Oh, Denise ... I'm getting so itchy."

"Well, what are you waiting for then? Get your hand down there!" 

"I can't."

"Come here then."

"Why?"

"Stop acting like a child, Alice!" Denise's voice was suddenly strident and I thought she might lose control of the situation. I paused in my own masturbation as Alice shuffled a step or two in Denise's direction.

It wasn't good enough for Denise. "Closer!" Alice sobbed fearfully, but moved closer as instructed.

"Now, give me your hand."

"I..."

"Alice!"

My Alice extended her right hand. "Now, put it there, on mine. That's right. Feel the way my fingers are moving?"

A small voice, replied. "Yes, ma'am."

"Feel the way I have one finger between my pussy lips and two on either side?"

"Umm ... yes." 

"Now you do it to me."

There was no hesitation on Alice's part, except to ask, "Like this?"

Denise let out a sharp breath, and hissed, "Yesssss, exactly like that... oh, please, don't stop.'

"Um, your lips are all swollen, like."

"That's because they like what you're doing. Now press harder. Push your middle finger into me a little more."

"Umm, like this?"

"Umm, yeah ... just like that! Oh, yeah ... slip your hand inside my panties, Alice!"

I heard a rustling movement followed by quickened breathing, whether from Alice or Denise, or both, I couldn't tell. 

"I've never seen another woman...."

"It's my pussy, Alice."

"Yeah ..." and then in as husky a tone as I'd ever heard in her voice, Alice added, "I've never touched one."

Denise laughed lewdly and said, "Feels like you've done it before, Alice, umm, right there! Yes, tease my clit, squeeze it! Like that! Yes, just like that!"

I was stroking my cock like a madman; on the brink of ejaculating any second.

"Oh, God, Alice, you're making me cum!"

"I ... I," Alice stammered, obviously flustered at what she'd done.

"Don't you dare stop, Alice; I'm so close!"

Alice finally found her voice. "It ... it's so wet, so slippery," she marveled to herself. 

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

And she wasn't the only one. At that moment a geyser erupted from the tip of my cock. I caught most of it in my hand to stop it from covering the wall and leaving a tell-tale spot. It was a magnificent cum for me.

"Press harder, Alice," Denise was panting. "Ahhh, here it is ... can't stop it now! Can ... can you feel me cumming?"

"I ... I feel it throbbing ... and you're so wet!" Denise was quiet for a time, concentrating on her orgasm. Then she whispered, "Slower, go slower, Alice. I can't ... I'm getting sore there. You had better stop."

"Was I okay? I mean, did I do it right?" Alice inquired nervously. 

"You were wonderful, Alice. I can't believe it was your first time."

"Oh, but it was," Alice quickly replied.

"Want to do it again?" Denise asked lewdly. 

"I don't ... yes! Yes, I would like to do it again." Alice said, as her breasts rose and fell rapidly.

'Well, you'll just have to wait," Denise laughed. "I don't think I could cum again tonight if you paid me."

"Oh," Alice said and I thought I detected a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

"Look at the time!" Denise exclaimed, glancing at the peep hole where she was certain I stood, prick in hand. "We've been fooling around here and left poor Donald downstairs. We can't ignore him like that. Put your dress back on," Denise said as she stepped into her own and pulled it up on herself.

There was a definite disappointment in Alice's tone as she said, "But what about...?"

"Don't worry, Alice, your turn will come. But right we have to get back to Donnie, or he'll become suspicious."

That was enough to obtain Alice's complete cooperation. "Of course," she said obediently.

I scampered downstairs and lay on the sofa pretending to be asleep. I lay on the couch, an arm shielding my eyes, one leg bent. I pulled a blanket half over me, and I was getting hard again in expectation of fucking one or both women soon.

Through slitted eyes I saw Denise enter the room, pulling Alice along behind her.

"See, I told you he'd be asleep. He's a typical male. Off to sleep after a few drinks." 

"But won't he wake up?" Alice asked.

"Oh, he won't. Men tend to sleep through anything, especially after a few drinks." Denise looked down at me. "But doesn't he look so innocent?"

Alice giggled.

"Well," prompted Denise, "go on, take a look."

"But he's covered up," Alice protested. 

"Pull the blanket off him, Alice."

"He won't wake up?"

"No, Alice, he won't wake up."

All this time my cock had been growing. It was now pretty well fully erect.

Alice put forward a tentative hand and took hold of the blanket. With a nervous look at Denise she pulled it down to my legs. The wave of cooler air sweeping over me instantly added another half inch to my erection. 

"Oh, look at him!" Alice gasped.

"He is big, isn't he?" Denise said, emphasizing the 'big."

"Is that normal?" Alice inquired. 

"Well, our boy seems to be bigger than most. But I can't tell for sure. Why don't you just take it out?"

"Take it out?" Alice said in a normal tone. 

"Shush," Denise snapped. Any louder and you might wake him up!"

"What ... What do I do?"

Denise leaned over me and carefully lowered my zipper, then reached in and gave my cock a nice friendly squeeze, and only then did she ease it from its confinement.

"OH MY GOD!" Alice gasped, as she leaned in even closer to inspect my manhood. "How am I ever going to get that inside me?"

"Believe me," Denise laughed, when you're ready for it, it will go in with ease and I have to tell you that you'll be hollering for more before he's finished with you."

Alice stared at my cock. "Are all men like that?" Denise laughed again, "No, most are smaller. Donald has a cock that women would fight over."

"No!"

"Oh, yes, believe me or not, it's the truth. Now go on, touch it!"

Alice shrank back. "Oh, I couldn't. He might wake up."

Denise sighed. "Alright, if you won't, I will." 

That said, Denise wrapped a hand round my shaft. Alice shot a nervous look at my face, but my eyes were well hidden. I didn't move a muscle.

"What does it feel like?" She wanted to know.

"Oh, it's truly beautiful. Hard and soft at the same time. Touch it. Come on, see for yourself."

"I can't."

"Well, give me the oil we brought down with us."

Alice handed her a bottle of oil and Denise squeezed a line down my shaft from my slit to my balls. Then she used both hands and smeared it all over. "Doesn't that make it look gorgeous? See how smooth and shiny it is?"

Alice squirmed a little. "It's making me go all itchy."

"I'm not surprised. He's really got such a gorgeous cock I envy you getting to have it inside you." 

"Inside me?" Alice said. It seemed like she wanted to be persuaded. "Do you think I dare put that thing inside me?"

"Surely you've shoved something up there besides your finger," Denise said scathingly.

Alice grew confused. "Yeah, but ...."

"He's your boyfriend. Girls do it with their boyfriends, Alice."

Alice steeled herself and put out a tentative finger. The touch of it on my crown almost made me cum there and then. Beautiful, naive Alice was finally touching my cock. At last.

"Stroke it," Denise urged. "Feel how soft it is." Alice did so, although Denise was still holding my shaft. "Feel underneath the crown. That's where boys are really sensitive."

Alice did so, as if mesmerized.

"Now circle your fingers round it. Go up and down. Gently. Now hold it. That's right. Just above my hand. Now we can stroke him together."

"Oh, it's growing!"

Denise laughed that special laugh of hers. "I'm not surprised. He's got two girls stroking his dick. If he were awake it would be all his Christmases come at once."

Both girls giggled a little, but kept stroking. 

"This may sound crazy," Alice said, getting into jerking me off, "but it feels wonderful. I love playing with it; it's so hard and yet so soft. I had no idea it would be so hard."

"Feel his balls too," Denise suggested. "They're all full of his cum."

Alice carefully cupped my balls in her hand, "That's it," Denise cooed, "Don't they feel lovely?"

"Umm, yeah ... they do." 

"Rub your way to his asshole. Guys love that."

"Oh, God, do they?" Alice said, sounding amazed at finding herself doing such things she'd previously thought undoable. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Alice expanded on her secret thoughts, telling Denise, "I like feeling your hand on him too, and the way our hands keep touching."

Denise laughed again, "It's so big, Alice, you can see it really needs two hands."

More girlish giggles. I was close to cumming. I could feel the pressure building. 

Alice gasped and loudly said, "Oh, it's twitching. What's happening?" 

"He's going to cum, Alice. Now watch closely."

"No, don't stop," Denise said, the intensity in her voice surprised me. "Keep stroking, Alice. Go a little faster... you'll see how lovely it is when a man cums. It goes everywhere, and it's so all warm and wet."

Alice couldn't contain herself. "It's jerking in my hand. What should I ... I can hardly hold it."

"Look ... he's cumming!" Denise yelped happily. Oh yeah ... it rocketed out of my shaft all right. A vertical geyser of white roared off into the stratosphere then arched back down to spatter over Alice's hand, some even landing on Denise's. It was followed by another and then another.

Alice was beside herself. "There's so much! It keeps cumming. It's so warm ... and his thing is still twitching."

"Keep stroking," Denise urged. "Go slower, but keep on stroking him."

"But ...."

"Don't stop until it starts to go soft. Doesn't it feel lovely stroking him with all his cum mixed in with the oil?"

"Yeah," Alice responded. I could hear the awe of what she'd accomplished in her voice. "It's all slippery like ... like your pussy was upstairs."

"It still is. Want to see?" Denise teased.

"It's beginning to go soft." 

"Better let it go then," Denise sighed. Obviously she'd been hoping I'd last a bit longer. Alice withdrew her hand, still covered with my sperm. "Um, what do I do about this?" she asked, revealing her cum laden hand to Denise.

"Oh, that's the best part," Denise laughed, and promptly started to lick and then suck Alice's fingers. "Mmmm, good," she laughed lewdly. "I've got some on me too. Here, you try it."

Alice's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Mmmm, have a taste." 

Tentatively Alice licked one of Denise's fingertips. "Hmmm," she murmured happily, it seemed to me. And she continued licking and sucking on Denise's fingers until Denise pulled them slowly from her mouth with a soft popping sound.

"Doesn't it feel so dirty to suck his stuff off my fingers?" Denise inquired.

"Mmmm," Alice agreed, "Naughty but nice."

"Imagine if it had been his cock."

"That would have been disgusting," Alice said, but a moment later she changed her mind and asked Denise, "Would it be like sucking your fingers?"

"Very much so," Denise answered and they both burst into stifled giggles.

"You'd better cover him up. We don't want him suspecting anything."

"What a shame," Alice said, "I like looking at it, even when it's all small and soft."

Alice had a strange expression on her face as she regarded me. Perhaps she was wondering if I had been feigning sleep while she jerked me off. 

Perhaps she was coming to respect me for looking after her welfare. I never found out, but one thing was certain. She appeared to regard me in a different light. And that I soon found, was true enough.

But she placed the blanket back over me, neglecting to tuck my flaccid penis back into my trousers. She then joined Denise, already sitting in the armchair with her knees drawn up under her. 

Denise rearranged herself so that Alice could join her in the armchair, and soon enough Alice was kind of sprawled lengthways with her had her head resting on Denise's shoulder. Several minutes went by when some unspoken signal seemed to pass between them.

Maybe it was my imagination. But the atmosphere certainly changed. Denise was turning the pages of a magazine, but her other hand was on Alice's breast, openly caressing it through Alice's dress, cupping it, teasing the nipple--which I could see was already hard.

Alice had her eyes closed, but her mouth open slightly, breathing in short shallow little gasps. My cock immediately sprang into life.

Denise moved her hand to Alice's other breast. Alice shifted a little to make it easier for her, but still kept her eyes closed. Maybe she thought like a child if she couldn't see anyone, no one could see her. 

I watched as Denise's hand caressed the swelling globes, teasing each nipple into hardness, cupping each one in turn with her hand, running her thumb across the thrusting nipples beneath the material of Alice's dress.

Denise looked across at me and smiled. I moved my leg so she could see the bulge in my jeans. She opened her mouth and let the tip of her tongue peep out.

Alice began to squirm under Denise's stroking. As if by accident she let a leg fall from the sofa and rest on the floor, so that now her legs were apart. The soft material of her dress fell between them, outlining the slight rise of her pelvic mound. Denise moved her hand up to Alice's bare shoulder, caressing the skin of her throat for a moment then moved down again. 

Only now it was beneath the material of Alice's dress.

Alice tensed. I could imagine what was going through her mind. She should open her eyes now. She should sit up. She should stop this. But it felt good. It felt too good. She was under Denise's spell. She just wanted it to continue.

Denise's hand was now on Alice's naked breasts, moving freely from one to the other beneath her dress, caressing, stroking, squeezing, and pinching the already hard nipples. I could see Alice relax, like a nervous pet being calmed.

"Mmm, that's nice, I like it," she murmured, still with her eyes closed.

Denise smiled across at me. I shifted enough so that the blanket fell off me and onto the floor. I was almost fully erect again, and put a hand on the fast rising bulge.

"I think Donnie likes it too," she said. Alice opened her eyes then turned her head to look across at me. I smiled at her as I stroked my bulge.

I could see her desperately trying to decide how she should respond. She finally said, "God, is everybody here naughty?" and closed her eyes again.




Sensualist Ch. 03



Denise withdrew her hand, but only so she could move the strap of Alice's dress off her shoulder. She pushed it down the girl's arm, pausing momentarily at her elbow, then beyond. The soft material fell away exposing Alice's beautiful breast. 

"Um, no---don't!" Alice murmured, as she squeezed her arm against her side as if to stop her dress from falling further.

Denise ignored her, simply went back to stroking and caressing the breast, which was now in full view. Alice's nipple stood out, hard and swollen and red from Denise's gentle pinching. Denise moved her hand up to the other strap of the dress and pushed it off Alice's shoulder. 

"Ohh," was all Alice could say. It was difficult to tell whether that meant yes or no, but though she kept her eyes firmly shut, she didn't try to cover herself as my eyes feasted on both of her beautiful tits. 

As if reading my mind, Denise withdrew her hand so as to give me an uninterrupted view. She smiled at me, as if to say, 'Aren't they gorgeous?'

In answer, I stroked my cock a little harder---Denise licked her lips until they were wet and glistening.

Momentarily free from Denise's stroking, Alice squirmed on Denise's lap, finally sitting up slightly while widening the spread of her legs. The effect of which was to pull the top of her dress down even more and ride the hem up higher above her knees. She swung her legs to the floor and sat up. 

"Oh, look at me!" She tried to pull her dress up over her tits, but Denise was there before her, holding it down. "You don't mind Donnie seeing your lovely breasts, do you?"

"Umm... well, I ...."

"He's already seen them, so where's the harm if he keeps looking at them?"

"Well, when you put it like that ...."

"I've already told you, you needn't be ashamed of them."

"Yeah---but, I don't know...."

"You can tell he likes them. You do, don't you, Donnie?"

I made my contribution. "Oh, yes, they're quite remarkable." 

Denise laughed. "Listen to him! He's stroking himself harder than you did, Alice. It's as if he can't get enough."

"You touched my penis, Alice?"

Alice blushed, the dear, sweet girl. "Yes, I can't believe you're so big. But ...."

"But what, Alice?"

"Um, do ... do you really like my breasts, Donnie?"

"Yes I do. I think...they're the most amazing tits I've ever seen. They're absolutely fabulous."

She blushed again. But it was obvious she was very pleased with my comment. 

Denise chirped in then, saying: "I bet he love to touch them, Alice. "Would you, Donnie?"

"Absolutely."

"Um, I don't know," Alice protested weakly. 

But Denise just spoke over her. 'Come and sit here, Donnie." 

I joined them before Alice could stop me, sitting on one side of Alice, with Denise on the other. Alice shrunk away a bit, but Denise stopped her going too far.

"Go on, Donnie, touch them," Denise cooed. Alice tried to cover herself with her arms, but Denise pulled them down. "Don't be silly, Alice, he won't hurt them!"

"I know, but..." she protested, but my hand was already on her left breast, gently kneading it as Denise had taught me too. God, it felt gorgeous.

Alice took a sharp breath---"OH!" 

"There," said Denise, "Now was that worth making such a fuss over?"

"Please, Donnie, don't..."

But Denise was relentless is urging me on. "She has the loveliest nipples. Squeeze them. See how hard they're getting? Oh do pull on them now, Donnie. It will send a tickle right to her cunny."

Evidently it did just that, for in a matter of seconds, Alice was pushing them against my hand, wanting the pressure and yet not wanting it.

"It hurts," she squawked." 

"Nonsense," said Denise. "Your nipples love it. Look at them!" And with that she took the other breast in her own hand, squeezing, pinching. Alice pushed against us both, hardly able to catch her breath.

"Please, please... don't...."

"Look at his cock, Alice. See how much bigger it's gotten since he started touching them."

Alice paused for a second and dared to take a look at my crotch. I made my cock twitch. Her mouth opened. Despite herself, she was fascinated.

"Isn't it great to know you're turning him on like that?" Denise prattled inanely.

But it worked. For Alice responded weakly with an admission that it was indeed something to behold.

"So let him kiss them. I know you'll love it."

"No!" Alice was unconvinced by Denise's urging. "I know," Denise quickly replied. "We'll each kiss one!"

"No, please don't..."

But our mouths were already on her. As Denise twirled her tongue round one nipple, my lips seized upon the other. Alice stopped breathing for a moment but then pushed hard against our mouths. "Oh, God---that's...."

"That's what?" Denise teased.

"I don't know," Alice sobbed, unable to think with the sensations rushing from her nipples to her cunt.

Denise pushed her gently back into the armchair, so we could kiss and fondle her breasts in a more comfortable manner. Alice lay back in a kind of trance. Denise and I made eye contact. Denise smiled at me; it was an 'is this what you wanted?' kind of smile. I smiled back: 'Oh, yes,' my eyes signaled.

Gradually, almost imperceptibly, Denise let her mouth move from Alice's breast to her stomach. Hardly aware of what was happening; Alice arched her back to meet the kisses. 

Still nursing at her turgid bud, I watched Denise's progression. I watched as Denise's kisses moved lower; her hands pushing Alice's dress down until it was at her waist. Denise rolled her tongue round Alice's navel, making her shiver. Alice squirmed to get away, but it seemed as if Denise had her pinned down with only her tongue. 

"Lift your hips," Denise said sternly. 

Mesmerized, Alice obeyed.

In one smooth movement, Denise grasped the dress with both hands and slipped it under Alice's bottom, over her hips, down her thighs and off. The thin, almost diaphanous material of her panties was damp with moisture.

Coming to her senses, Alice crowed, "NO!" and attempted to cover herself with her hands. But Denise pulled them away. "Stop it, Alice. You'll make me cross. You have a lovely body and there's absolutely no reason for you to hide it."

"You agree with me, don't you, Donnie?" "Oh, yes. She has a beautiful body, Denise." ' "Even when she's so wet down there, right, Donnie?" Denise laughed lewdly.

"Oh, no!" Alice wailed hopelessly as she tried to squeeze her thighs together.

"There. There," Denise cooed softly. "It's lets us all know how turned on you are. You are terribly excited, aren't you, darling?"

"Now I want you to reach out and take that lovely cock in your hand again."

"I ... I can't," Alice protested.

"You can. Donnie wants you to, isn't that right, Donnie?"

"Yes, of course it is," I replied, breathing hard and moving my hardon closer to her so that she might reach it with ease.

Alice slowly reached out. I recall she had closed her eyes, before doing so, and took me in her little hand and squeezed.

"Doesn't that feel good?" Denise chirped.

"Mmmm," Alice admitted. Her eyes were still closed as if she were telling herself this was all a dream and not actually happening.

"Open yourself for him," Denise all but purred. "Show him more of you."

Shyly, eyes still clamped shut; Alice leaned back against Denise with one leg bent against the back of the armchair, the other touching the floor.

Her damp panties pressed against her pussy lips so tightly I could see their swollen outline. I couldn't help but put my hand over hers on my cock and give it a decent stroke. Both Alice and I moaned appreciatively at the same time.

Denise laughed coarsely, "That's more like it, boys and girls, she all but cackled. "Do you want to fuck her, Donnie?" Denise inquired as she resumed playing with Alice's breasts.

"Mmmm, yes... yes I do!" I said in a voice that didn't sound at all like mine.

"Well then, I think it's time you touched her properly. Give me your free hand."

Denise took the hand not on my cock and placed it on Alice's belly. Alice instinctively raised her hips to meet it. This was the approval I'd hoped for, and immediately sent my hand lower and under the elastic waistband of her panties. 

I never knew if it was a conscious move on her part, but Alice again lifted those hips and my hand darted right to her delta and paused as she took a sharp intake of breath as my middle finger slipped inside her. It was only to the first knuckle, but it was inside her moist, heated pussy.

"Move that finger around, dear boy," Denise giggled. "That's what she wants. Isn't that right, Alice?"

"Mmmm," was the best poor Alice could manage in reply, but I acted as if it were a full commitment on her part. And sent the finger plunging into her slick walls.

"OHHHH!" Alice managed. But I did notice that her hand had tightened considerably around my prick, and I gave it an encouraging squeeze with my other hand.

Alice began to writhe and jerk her hips trying to meet my finger as it stabbed away at her.

"Like his finger, Alice?" Denise soothingly inquired.

"Mmmm," Alice responded.

"Then I think you'll love his cock inside you. Are you ready for that, darling?"

I gently removed her hand from my cock and positioned myself between her legs. Still frigging away at her, I spit on the head of my cock and readied it for the fateful entry.

Denise then made her first mistake in Alice's seduction. "Look Alice. See how big his cock is. That's all for you!"

"NOOO!" She exclaimed, "It's too BIG!" 

I doubt many males could resist such a complement, intentional or not, and my cock jerked; I felt my sperm roiling within my balls and fought to quell the surging tide by moving away from Alice and leaving the room for a short time.

Several minutes later, my erection under control, I returned to find them just ending a torrid kiss. 

Denise saw me first, and acting as if I had yet to return said, "Now undress me, Alice."

When Alice hesitated, Denise added, or would you rather watch Donnie do it?"

Alice looked up saw me, and said, "No, I want to do it!" She took Denise's top in both hands and slipped it up over her head. Denise's bountiful breasts sprang into view. 

"I do so love your breasts, Denise. "They're so much bigger than mine." 

"Kiss them," Denise hissed, "Make my nipples hard."

Eagerly Alice bent her mouth to them, taking as much as she could between her lips, sucking, teasing each nipple in turn. Over her head, Denise smiled at me, already turned on by the touch of Alice's tongue. I put my hand to my hard cock.

Denise let Alice have her fill for a few minutes, and then gently pulled away. "Now take the rest of my clothes off, dearest Alice." 

Alice gave each swollen nipple a last lick, and then knelt on the floor in front of Denise. She undid the catch on the older woman's skirt and as Denise lifted her hips, eased the linen material down her legs and off. I saw that Denise was wearing a filmy g-string. The front of which was soaked with her pussy juices.

"Kiss me," she told Alice, "through my g-string."

Alice needed no encouragement. As Denise opened her legs wide, she bent forward and put her lips on the thin sopping material and hummed, "Mmmm!" 

Denise's head went back and she closed her eyes. "That's right. Use your tongue."

Dutifully Alice's tongue came out and played over the outline of Denise's pussy lips, flicking across them, tracing up and down between them, up to tease Denise's clit then down again. Denise started to move in sync with Alice's movements. "Mmmm, slower, darling. Tease me. Don't make me cum yet."

Alice complied.

"Tell me what I taste like."

"Honey---you taste like honey. I love eating you. I want to take your thingy off so I can suck your pussy lips and kiss your clit. Properly."

"Alright, you can take it off. But don't make me cum." Denise sighed and looked at me. She giggled and said, "We have to save Donnie some, don't we?" Alice, her mouth still pressed tightly against Denise's cunt, giggled too, and surprised me by taking her lips from Denise and turned to look at me and said, "Must we?"

Denise lifted her hips and Alice pulled the g-string off. All three of us were now completely naked. Denise opened her legs wide. 

Alice was mesmerized. "Oh, can I keep on kissing you---pretty please?"

"Alright, but don't make me cum," Denise said, relenting.

And I looked on as Alice bent to Denise's smooth, recently shaven pussy and covered it with her mouth, sucking on Denise's clit, twirling the swollen bud against her tongue.

Denise closed her eyes. "Oh, yes!"

I stroked my cock. It was an amazing sight: my girlfriend sucking the pussy of my uncle's fiancée; both of them beautifully naked, abandoned to pleasure.

With an effort, Denise put her hands on Alice's head and eased her away. 'That's enough for now. I want you to fuck Donnie now. I want to see him going in and out of your lovely cunny."

"But he's so big, Denise. I don't think I can accept him without being torn apart." She said this with such conviction that Denise took pity on her, saying, "Of course, you're concerned. You've every right to be. He has a big cock, but I assure you your cunny can handle it. Remember babies come out of there and they're much bigger than that cock as formidable as it may be. That cunt stretches, Alice. Try it, you'll see."

"I still can't see ...."

"You can't? Well then watch us then," and she place one leg on the arm of the chair, and repeated the action with the other, opening herself as if sitting in a gynecologist's examining chair.

"Put it in, Donnie. You need to get off or you'll explode."

What is it that the sailors say? Any port in a storm? I knew what awaited me and wasted no time at all in sinking my already twitching prick into the welcoming heat of Denise's pussy.

But Denise had an alternative plan in mind. 

"Are you watching, Alice?"

"Yes," Alice sobbed.

"Have you taken note of how easily it went in?"

"Yes," she replied holding back another sob.

"Now my hymen is broken, yours isn't. That's the only difference between us. Are you willing to at least let him try to enter you?"

I thought that would clinch the deal and Alice would spread her legs and let me mount her.

Although I must confess, I was happy enough where I was. But the idea was to seduce Alice, and I resolved to go with the plan, although I knew it would be difficult if not impossible to leave Denise's cunt without cumming.

"Well ..." Alice hesitated then said, "I love you both. Wouldn't it be better for me to see how it actually goes? I mean something that big must hurt."

Ignoring Alice's comment, Denise told me to fuck her hard. 

I tried to give them both what they wanted, starting off with long, slow strokes, teasing Denise by almost pulling out at the end of each stroke, but not quite, just playing with her lips and clit. The puckered rosebud of her asshole looked at me from between her wide open buttocks. I knew Alice was watching intently and began doing the multiplication table in my head, hoping it would prolong my ability to fuck without cumming.

It most certainly helped.

Denise came at least once, expressing her astonishment at my not having cum after so much teasing. 

I felt Alice's fingers on my balls, then on my shaft as I withdrew for each stroke.

Denise must have sensed that Alice would make me cum in no time at all, and she was probably right. "Pull out, Donnie, I want to sit on your cock," she hissed. 

She had me sit in the armchair, and with her back to me bent her knees and slowly sank down on my throbbing prick. To my surprise, Alice took hold of my cock and held it upright as I sank back into Denise.

Denise groaned happily, "That feels so good. You're all the way inside me."

That last I took to be for Alice's sake, not mine. 

'I can't see it,' complained Alice.

"Alice," Denise croaked, "get down on your knees in front of me,"

She did, and quickly sighed.

"What do you see, Alice?"

"He ... he's disappearing inside you. How can you ... take so much?"

"I told you, you stretch, and it feels wonderful, there's no other feeling like it."

"Can ... can I help in any way, Denise?"

Their conversation helped keep me from cumming, and I had to wonder where it was leading. "Yes, I think you can, Alice," Denise replied after a brief pause. "Can you lean in and suck on my clittie? I'd love to be sucked and fucked at the same time."

I shuddered at the thought of Alice going down on Denise while I was ramming my cock into her. Multiplication tables be dammed, I was going to cum no matter what.

Alice was already putting her mouth on Denise's clit.

"Oh, God, yes!" Denise screamed, "I'm going to cum!"

"I am too!" I echoed.

"Mulph!" Alice said, wrenching her mouth away from Denise. "Lemmie see, Donnie! Lemmie see!"

"NO! Keep at my clit!" Denise screamed as she tried to keep Alice's face buried in her snatch. "Oh, oh, oh ... cumming now!"

She started bucking on me like a wild thing, pushing down hard on me while at the same time pushing Alice's head against her clit. "Suck it, Alice! Suck me and fuck me, both of you!" 

Sperm rocketed out of my prick and splattered the walls of Denise's vagina. Alice renewed her efforts in sucking the older woman's clit.

Denise later admitted to having at least four orgasms in succession, but just then rocked the three of us with her jerking and writhing as she came and came and came, her contractions milking me dry.

Gradually her movements slowed. "Keep sucking me, dear Alice, I can still feel him twitching inside me. Hundreds of little orgasms are still happening all over my body."

I made a move as if to withdraw. "No, Donnie, stay there! Yes, yes, Alice just like that. Oh, God that's wonderful!"

"Mmmm," Alice replied, and I realized she enjoyed eating Denise's pussy, well actually her clit, but realistically she would have been delighted to do either.

My cock finally stopped twitching, but remained hard. I could feel a mixture of Denise's cum and mine dribbling out over the base, round my balls.

"Alice," I said, but she was ahead of me in her thinking and all but pounced on my cock as it slipped out of Denise; her tongue feveredly lapping away at the comingled juices on my cock and oozing from Denise's cunt.

Denise and I lay there, a good two minutes, and then Denise took Alice's face in both hands, looked at her for a long moment before kissing her on the mouth. When they pulled apart I saw Denise's tongue eagerly licking the juices from around Alice's mouth.

"Did I do you good?" Alice wanted to know.

"Yes, of course you did. Now give Donnie a really sexy hug for putting up with your shenanigans."

Alice wrapped her arms around me and pressed her beautiful tits against my chest. "I'm so sorry for wimping out on you, Donnie. Can I make up for it by kissing you all over?"

She didn't wait for my answer, but began kissing me, not just on my mouth, but on my cheeks, my eyes, and my nose while I gently played with her tits.

Denise eased herself off the arm chair. "I think I'd better go to the bathroom. I don't want to leave any cum stains on your mother's chair. Now don't do anything I wouldn't while I'm gone."

Alice and I cuddled while she slowly played with my cock. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Then, out of the blue, she started to cry. "What's wrong, Alice?" "I ... I'm so sorry, Donnie." "What for?"

"For being such a prude. You must hate me for holding out on you." 

"Nothing could be further from the truth, Alice. I have strong feelings for you. You're a wonderful girl. I'm lucky that you even look at me."

"That's not so. All the girls---well the one's I know, anyway, they---they all think you're special."

"I think I love you, Alice," I said, realizing I had to say something like that or risk losing her. 




Sensualist Ch. 03



"You do? Well I certainly love you." A moment passed before she added, "And I love your cock!"

And while the both of us were laughing, I said, "I'm also crazy about your pussy," then pulled her in for a long hard kiss; which is how Denise found us in when she came back from the bathroom. 

Still naked, she sat down on my lap. Impulsively Alice threw her arms round her. "And I love you too, Denise!" 

The next minute we were all wrapped in each other's arms, kissing and fondling one another. I discovered that Alice now had one hand on my cock and the other on Denise's pussy.

I detected the thrill of excitement in Alice's voice when she asked, "So, what do we do now?"

Denise smiled. "Anything you want to do, darling."

"I want to try it," she replied simply.

"It?" Denise said quizzically.

Smiling sheepishly, Alice looked at me while giving my cock a good squeeze and said, "Donnie, I want to try it with Donnie."

"Are you sure?" both Denise and I said at the same time.

There was a tremor of fear in her voice as she answered, "Yes." A moment later she added, "I'll need you to help me."

"Of course, darling," Denise responded. "But we should go upstairs and use the bed, it's much more comfortable."

And so, we ran up the stairs, the we being Alice and I. Denise followed at a slower pace.

Alice plopped herself on the bed and sat there waiting. I stood at the edge of the bed and also waited. Denise was in control.

"Take him in your mouth first, Alice. Give him a nice sucking. I'll get you nice and juicy for him while you do," Denise said softly.

It all seemed so natural. But it was Denise staging almost every movement on our parts.

I stood at the edge of the bed facing Alice, who lay supine on the bed, her face mere inches from my throbbing cock. Denise climbed on the bed from behind Alice and parted the younger girl's legs so that she could fit between them.

Denise spoke two words, and only two words: "Suck him!" And we began.

Alice slowly took the head of my sex glands into her mouth, ostensibly Frenching it with her tongue. I stifled a moan of pleasure and glanced over Alice's shoulders and saw Denise parting Alice's cunt with her fingers. Well I couldn't see all of that, but I damn well knew what she was doing. Seconds later, Denise mashed her face against Alice's pussy and I knew she was eating her out.

I knew this because Denise's actions caused Alice to react by suddenly taking several inches of my erection into her mouth and sucking voraciously on it.

Incidentally, my cock took a beating from this blowjob, but I never complained. For my part I had died and gone to heaven.

Wanting to reward Alice for sucking me off, I leaned over her head and pressed my thumbs into her lower back massaging her and getting a better look at what Denise was doing to her.

"Mmmm," Alice moaned appreciatively, after the initial shock of my thumbs on her body. Alice began to sway faintly with the rhythm of my hands as I slowly moved the massage onto her shoulders and neck.

Taking me from her mouth, Alice groaned, "That's wonderful ... I mean what the both of you are doing. It's simply wonderful.

Denise paused at that, and loudly told Alice to: "Keep sucking his dick!"

Alice made a quivering noise that staggered her exhaling, and then gobbled my cock into her mouth and frantically frenched my cock.

Denise obviously resumed what she'd been doing to poor Alice, making soft smacking noises that no one in the room could mistake, while I left off massaging Alice's back and neck and sent my hands under her and moved my hands over her breasts which were pressed into the sheet. When I began fondling them, Alice rose up on her elbows giving me greater access as she slurped happily on my throbbing member.

"Ah, ah," Alice sighed at one point. It seemed that both Denise and I had found extremely sensitive body parts at the same time and brought Alice to a climax. 

Alice's breathing went from harsh, sporadic huffs to a symphony of breathy cadences, soft moans, and hissing through her teeth. Of course she was no longer apply those magnificent lips to my cock, but hearing her whisper, "Oh, I'm cumming ..." followed by a series of tell-tale open-mouthed gasps was more than enough to tell me I'd be fucking her soon enough.

Denise left off Alice's cunt and made her way alongside the younger girl until she could kiss her on the mouth. I slid down a bit so that I could send a finger into Alice's cunt, and did. 

Still kissing Denise, Alice began rocking her pelvis into my hand. I had three fingers inside her at this point and no longer wondered if I'd have a problem getting my dick in there.

Glancing up at the two women, I saw that Alice was squeezing her own breast with one hand and holding the back of Denise's head with the other. Denise saw me and husked, "Suck her, Donnie! Suck her!"

"Yeah, suck me, Donnie!" Alice crowed, echoing Denise.

I went down on her with a vengeance, and moments later heard Alice moaning delightedly. Then I felt a mouth on my cock. Glancing in that direction, I saw Denise handing my cock off to Alice.

They were sharing my cock!

Alice took me into her mouth and Denise signaled me to keep eating Alice. I complied and moments later was rewarded when Denise resumed her sucking and took me deep.

I heard Alice's cry of amazement at Denise's accomplishment; but as I was busily tonguing away at Alice I didn't get to see her face. I would have loved to have seen that expression.

Feeling myself readying to cum, I gently pried my shaft away from the two wanton cocksuckers and started placing long licks up and down Alice's neck, absorbing her incredible taste. 

I felt Denise pushing me up on top of Alice, and suddenly our pressing against one another. I lifted myself a bit so that she didn't have to support my full weight and Alice brought her tongue to my face and quickly covered me with it.

I was in Heaven.

I didn't know this could have such an effect on me. My body twitched. I moaned and gasped each time her tongue hit me. I didn't want any of this to end. 

My tongue fell between her breasts, all the way to her navel, and then back up again. I couldn't get over the feel of her body against mine as we ground together. Everything was smooth, soft, and perfect. 

"Alice," I whispered---my mouth just an inch from hers, "this is the best day of my life."

I saw tears in her eyes and she nodded quickly.

"I'd do anything for you," I told her, as my emotions overpowered me. 

"Oh, fuck ... I'm cumming!" Alice screamed. "Oh, my God it's ... OHHH!"

And she exploded.

I stopped what I was doing to watch.

Denise also waited, but only about a minute before telling me, "Put this rubber on, Donnie, before you do anything else," Denise said in a soothing voice.

It took me several long seconds to do, then Denise was almost shouting in my ear, "Now put it in her, Donnie. Fuck her senseless!"

I had to lift one leg over Alice to bring my turgid cock to bear on her cunt, and then my hips moved a bit lower until it felt like my tip was between her pussy's lips. I pressed forward and Alice wiggled under me. I pressed forward again, everything was wet and warm and wonderful. I hesitated, not wanting to hurt her when breaking her hymen, but Alice reached down and took my condom-wrapped shaft in her hand, pulling me lower and at a different angle. I pushed my hips forward again and her eyes shot open.

My cockhead was inside her. I could feel the tightness. I pushed again and Alice cried out, and wrapped her arms around me. 

"Go slow," she warned, then groaned as I stretched her as I inched forward. For me, it was the tightest cunt I'd ever been in.

Alice began to whimper. "It hurts, Donnie. It hurts!"

Denise was suddenly face to face with us, urging Alice to let me go forward. But I resolved not to move a fraction of an inch more. Instead I would try moving out and back again, but going no deeper than I was. I slid backwards and Alice moaned. I moved in again and she cried out. I didn't know what to do. All I could think to do was stay put and hold her, so I did. We lay there for a while with me resting partway in her, clutching each other.

Suddenly, I felt her hips move against me, rocking ever so slightly. I kissed her again and tried to remain still, letting her control what happened. She continued these tiny rocking motions against me and I could feel sensations already starting between my legs.

"Oh fuck," Alice whimpered, "You're so damn big!" and then she began to move. 

"Are you alright?" I asked worriedly.

Alice nodded, then said, "It hurts some." We both stopped moving.

What's wrong?" Denise inquired nervously.

I had an idea. I propped myself on one arm and lowered the other down Alice's torso, gliding over her skin as I went. My hand disappeared between her legs, bumping into my own cock inside her. I slid up from there---Alice squealed and jerked in alarm. I'd found her clit. 

Keeping my cock as still as I could, my fingers began to touch that sensitive spot. Her whimpers became cries and her arms started to flail around the bed. As she moved, her muscles gripped my cock inside her, squeezing it and releasing it. It felt fantastic! 

I kept rubbing her clitoris as she rocked her hips against me, and Alice began whispering: "Oh, Donnie! Yes---yes---yes!

I felt my balls clutching, building and building. I realized I was thrusting into her. I hadn't meant to. It was so hard to stop now. Her hips were rocking harder too. I really hadn't meant to.

"Oh, Alice!"

"Oh, Donnie!"

Her fingers clawed at my back. There was sweat on her skin and tears. I made sure my fingers kept moving on her. Tears were cascading down her cheeks. I wanted to kiss each one. Her hips bucked hard into me. I was thrusting. I was fucking her hard, and it felt so good.

Denise wiped Alice's tears away then kissed my cheek.

Suddenly Alice was very vocal. The language and intensity of her voice was familiar enough, but there was something about her voice that had an animal-like quality to it.

"I'm going to cum again, oh, Donnie, Donnie, Donnie!"

I was close---then I was cumming, cumming, cumming!

Wet slapping sounds filled the room. "Oh, yes, oh, yeah, oh, God, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." 

I grabbed Alice so hard that I worried later that I'd bruised her badly. For her part, Alice's nails dug into my forearms, her thighs clinched viselike around my waist.

Once we finally finished, I held Alice tightly against me and felt her trembling like a little bird. "I'm so happy!" she cooed.

"I love you, Donnie," she whispered, and then turned slightly so she faced Denise. "I love you to Denise."

"I love you too," Denise replied before shooting a warning look my way.

"And I love you too, Alice," I said belatedly, but Alice took no notice.

"I'm so happy that it was you, Donnie. And thank you, thank you, thank you, Denise, for all your help in preparing me."

"It was my pleasure, "Denise replied, and I'm certain she meant every word of it.

I had taken my very first virgin. And to my mind, Alice remains the best of them all.



Sensualist Ch. 04



Frolicking Through the Night: A Threesome With Three Orifices - A New Position and Some Excellent Advice - A little Incest - A Late Night Snack and More

About that last night-although only eighteen, I would have sworn only had one more fuck in me before requiring some much needed sleep. Alice insisted that I bestow it upon her sexual tutor, Denise, and I did so, but only after we engaged in an oral threesome which served to revive my slumbrous shaft.

It was Denise who set the scene for our salubrious sexual gyrations by having Alice recline on her back while I knelt behind her head and fed my cock to her oh so succulent mouth. Not to be left out, Denise got on hands and knees and attacked Alice's juicy cunt.

As I settled over Alice's face, I felt her nose and cheeks sliding across my wet, tumescent shaft, and then the indescribable sensation as she enveloped my cock with several "Gluck, gluck" sounds.

I reached down and tweaked her stiffened nipples, alternating between them. Her lean stomach quivered in response. I never knew if I caused it or if Denise's feverishly dancing tongue on her sex was responsible.

"Cum for us, Alice," Denise crowed triumphantly.

I could almost sense the stirring of Alice's orgasm building in my own prick as several sharp pangs of pleasure racked her lithe body from Denise's talented mouth as it worked on her cunt.

My cock slipped from Alice's mouth as she moaned, "Oh, yeah-fuck me with your nose!"

That made little sense to me, other than she had a side to her that was just coming out. Then too, Alice was hardly coherent as her orgasm rushed in on her, causing her to writhe and tremble while chanting, "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Denise, knowing what the other woman wanted, intensified her efforts, sucking harder at her clit, using her fingers to pummel the teen's cunt until poor Alice was enveloped in a series of mind-boggling spasms. It was an orgasm like no other. 

Denise allowed Alice to rest, occasionally stroking my shaft ensuring that it remained fully engorged and ready for use. Alice dozed off, snoring ever so softly.

One never knows when one will say something that is profound; nor does one know when one will say something equally stupid; especially when one is just eighteen. At any rate I chose that particular moment to ask what turned out to be one of the most important questions of my life.

Kissing each of her hands, I asked: "Denise, my love, I appreciate all that you've done for me. Tell me, what can I do to pleasure you more than anyone else?"

I heard her gasp at the question. Alice came out of her fugue-like state and went wide-eyed at Denise's response.

"I ... I've never been asked a question like that before, Donald."

I apologized immediately, only to be hushed and told to allow her a moment to answer.

My hands were now manipulating her breasts. Her nipples had stiffened and grown to full size, and as she replied I absentmindedly flicked them and rolled them while I absorbed her words for all time.

"I can't believe that someone so young would think to ask such a ... such a profound question."

"Well, I didn't ..." Denise didn't let me finish, interrupting to say, "For starters you can listen to my verbal responses. I ... I can't say for certain what they will be, or have been in the past. When I'm really excited and on the edge of cumming I have no idea of what I say, nor do I remember after."

"I've heard you say things like, 'faster, or harder,'" I offered. Off to my right, I saw Alice nodded her head in agreement.

"Exactly, and I think you try to follow those requests."

"I do," I said. "I really want to please you, Denise," and to illustrate my point, I left off her right breast and slid my hand between her thighs. 

She was already wet and ready for me. I lifted her up into my lap and began to play with her pussy and clit. As she got wetter, my fingers went deeper and pressed harder. A light stream of pussy juice was now flowing down my fingertips and into her panties and shorts.

"Cum for me, Darling," I whispered.

Denise moaned and came. Moments later, intent on repaying me, she removed my hand from between her legs and took my rubbery cock in hand and began jerking me off.

She stopped before I erupted and after about a minute said: "You asked me a serious question before." 

"Yes," I said.

"I didn't answer you completely."

"Oh?"

"The male should ask the woman what she wants. He should ask at an opportune moment, close to her orgasm. I believe that all women will answer honestly at that time. At any other time such questions will be met with dishonesty as often as truthfully. It's our nature to deceive the man. Our history has bred it into us. At least I think it has."

"That's it?" I said quietly.

"No, that's not it. Once the woman has told the man what it is that she desires from him, he should strive to give it to her. It might be a simple request, such as kissing her as they fuck. It might be something he finds extreme, and is reluctant to do for her. But if he does as she asks, she is his, forever, no matter what their circumstances."

"I don't understand, Denise. How can she be his forever?"

"Let's assume she's married. He can have her whenever he wants, of course it can't be under impossible circumstances, but in the normal course of events she will make herself available to him and more, she will do things for him most woman won't do for their husbands or lovers."

"What kinds of things?"

"Let me show you, Donnie dearest," suddenly abandoning me and skipped to the closet and rummaged in a small box before returning to me where I reposed on the rumpled sheets. I noticed that Alice was now awake and watching us.

Denise had a shy look on her face as she handed me the lubricant she'd gotten from the box. For the first time I knew what she was up too. Her eyes looked down and I watched her shiver as I opened the lube and poured some onto my palm.

"You've done this before?" I asked gently.

"Gentlemen don't ask such questions, Donald. It only leads to answers one may not want to hear."

"I see," I replied, understanding the implications in her answer. I applied some lubrication to her anus and heard her moan.

Alice moved closer to see what I was doing. "Did that hurt?" she asked, worriedly.

"No, of course not; I'm nervous, that's all."

I lubed my cock and pressed it against her rosy pucker.

"No! Don't you dare do it that way; use your finger first!" Denise said, her voice rising in fear.

I apologized for my stupidity and was relieved to hear her assure me that since it was my first excursion into an anus, it was not the end of the world. "Open me up with one and then two fingers first."

Alice watched dreamily as I introduced my middle finger to the rosy spider web of Denise's anus. Denise returned the favor by tickling my balls.

Moments later, Denise shuddered twice and said, "Donnie, would you add another, please?"

And with Alice's face mere inches away, I introduced my other middle finger to her anus and stretched her further while moving my mouth toward her cunt and sucking hard at the now frothy entrance.

I heard Alice's intake of breath as she saw both fingers prying Denise's asshole wider and wider without causing any apparent distress to Denise.

Denise was moaning with want by the time my second finger slithered into her ass. It was obvious she like anal sex. "Are you still hard?" 

she asked, reaching back to make certain of it. "Maybe Alice should suck it some."

"Alice?" I said hopefully.

"Oh, yeah, sure, Donnie!" Alice replied, taking me into her mouth and sucking hard.

I studied Denise's lower body, committing her ass to memory and to my surprise, I noted several pronounced, but fading bruises around her anus. I would later conclude that Frank had made them, for it certainly wasn't me. But for all I know she might have acquired them elsewhere. Denise, I would later discover, was something of a slut.

Alice removed me from her mouth, and breathing heavily, said, "You'll never be harder, Donnie, put it in her!"

The second I touched her, Denise began to push back and growl. It was a deep sound, full of things I didn't understand, but I held her hips and my cock as we broached the initial entry. I watched in awe as our bodies struggled against each other and I slowly sank into her asshole.

"Fuck my ass, Donnie!" Denise groaned. "I need to be filled back there!"

I hastened to change position to oblige the lady, leaving the bed and pulling her so that her ass was slightly raised in the air. 

"Are you really ..." Alice began; her eyes were as wide as I'd ever seen them.

"I ignored Alice and concentrated on Denise.

"Denise, won't that hurt terribly?"

"No, dear, not anymore than when you accepted him into you."

"But-but that's normal. This-this isn't-not at all."

"It hardly hurts when done properly, and Donnie has-as you can see-accomplished that with lubrication and gentle prying with his fingers."

"I'm ready, Donnie," she said, and I lost no time in first thrusting my prick up to the hilt in her cunt, to moisten it. Denise shuddered from the sensations it caused, perhaps she was experiencing another mini-orgasm, perhaps it was only the expectation of what lay ahead, in either case, I didn't care.

Seeing Alice licking her lips, I withdrew and let Alice to touch it before placing my throbbing member against the small orifice that lay gaping open before me.

Even to me it appeared I was attempting to penetrate a formidable fortress, and I had to remind myself that women occasionally passed turds of approximately the same size as men. 

Obviously, if women could rid themselves of feces that large they should be capable of accepting a cock like mine without too much discomfort.

The first inch was relatively easy. But then Denise cried out, "Stop a moment, Donnie, something's not right.

"What is it?" both Alice and I said at the same time.

"I need to ..." Denise started to say, but I was already reaching around to her front and massaging her clit. A moment later I increased the movement of my fingers.

"Oh-oh-OHHHH!" she sighed and came on my fingers. Apparently this caused Denise to relax just enough to allow me further entry. Now I made a decision to back out before delving any further into her shit-chute. On my next foray inward, I heard her grunt and felt her give a convulsive twitch. I shoved hard-and gained a full inch and a half.

Moments later I was fully embedded in her ass and moaning louder than she was. But I'm a little ahead of myself. I truly believe Denise was cumming before I was fully immersed, for she had a pillow stuffed in her mouth to quell her screaming-and that was very early on to say the least.

"Does that hurt, Denise?" Alice inquired. I glanced over at Alice. She had two fingers thrust up her twat and one working its way into her asshole. Apparently she wasn't paying any attention to me personally. She was intent on what my cock was doing, and on her own rapidly approaching orgasm as well, but not much else.

It wasn't the first time I'd thought of fucking Alice back there, but for the first time it certainly seemed doable. 

"I ... I never thought it, Donnie," she husked.

"Thought what, Dear Denise?"

"You must know that I've done this anal thing before. But I-I never felt like this..."

"Does it really hurt so badly, Denise?" Alice asked a second time.

Denise turned to look at Alice, gave her a warm smile and said, "No, Alice, it doesn't hurt much at all. But he-he's much thicker than my former lover, and it feels like I'm completely filled up with him."

It occurred to me that she meant someone other than Frank had fucked her from behind. I hadn't thought of that possibility at all. Suddenly a new door opened to me on how treacherous a woman could be. They could lie with one man, and then join another after washing themselves carefully. Neither man would know there'd been another inside her just minutes before, or after. 

I wouldn't have known about Denise and Alice had I not watched them through the peep-hole. Well, Denise knew I was watching, hadn't she? Of course, she had covered the hole the one time and opened it another, wanting me to see them. How was a man to know if a woman had just been with another woman; a subtle change in their perfume? Hardly. If they were careful, and most women are that, then the man hasn't a clue, unless he stumbles over them somehow, or they want him to know.

Somewhat angered by this discovery, I renewed my ass fucking and began rubbing her clitoris as well and soon had Denise huffing that she was going to cum from it. 

With each subsequent thrust Denise sobbed and her body shook. Then she began to sob and cry, urging me to fuck her harder and faster, which I tried my best to do.

"Are you cumming?" I asked, thinking she surely had to be with the racket she was making.

"YES! GOD ... YES!" she cried joyously as her ass clenched around my prick, and it was all I could do to keep pumping into her. 

The feeling of her tight sheath around me was exquisite, and brought me a fever pitch. Not to be outdone, Denise kept pushing back at me, yelling for me to go harder, in fact she actually urged me "to analize her. In my semi-confused state I thought she'd said analyzing and had to ask her why she'd used that word to describe what we'd done. That had her laughing for several minutes, before she gained control and explained exactly what she'd said and what it meant. Then I was laughing with her.

I used the next few minutes to tell her she was beautiful, that I adored every part of her body, and that she was much to kind to me. Alice, still fingering herself, nodded continuously, as if it were she that I was whispering the tender words too.

Both women seemed to love each and every word I uttered. And I improved as I went on, saying things about having to kiss and fondle her everywhere to show my appreciation. Denise's eyes sparkled with what I took to be love, and she allowed me to do as I wished with her. Pushing myself down the bed, I applied my lips and tongue to her slippery cunt, still wet with excitement. I also renewed my acquaintance with her delightful clit, and fingered her using three, then four fingers and finally sent my thumb into her gaping asshole.

Denise humped my face and after several delightful minutes discharged copiously into my mouth and face, causing me to sputter my thanks. While she shrieked with laughter, delighted that I'd made her 'shoot like a man!'

I turned my attention to Alice and went down on her as I had with Denise. She came quickly, but did not spurt any discharge. 

Denise cleaned my member off with a washcloth and the three of us lay entwined for a while, and then Denise began laughing crazily, and then made perfect sense by saying: "It's your turn, Alice. Let Donnie mount you now."

I kneeled on the edge of the bed. A serious look came across Alice's face and I wondered if she had realized how bizarre things had got. I truly expected her to change her mind and demand that I take her home. But, true to femininity everywhere, she surprised me by smiling at me while running her fingers over the pussy that I'd just munched away at for fifteen or so minutes.

"All right," she said. And that was that.

For some unknown reason I felt a desperate need to taste Alice's backside before penetrating it. I took hold of her legs and pulled her back toward me. I was kneeling on the floor; my face now level with her cunt. I reached forward and stroked my hands up the inside of her smooth thighs. 

"Do you like what you see?"

"Very much, Alice."

"What does it make you want to do?"

"Don't you mean, what am I going to do?"

There was no answer, but I heard her sigh, and realized that she and Denise were kissing. Undeterred, I rubbed my thumbs ever so lightly against the bone of her pelvis while I applied a series of soft kisses to her thighs.

After a minute or more of this combined with Denise's kisses, poor Alice was aflame with lust and had her hand between her legs so that she could rub her clitoris. I commenced to shift my thumbs to her asshole and worked them in, stretching her as I had with Denise earlier, and met no resistance from Alice at all. 

I began kissing her anus, then moved to sucking and licking away at it, while Alice wriggled her ass from the delightful sensations I was causing.

"Are you almost ready, Donald?" Denise cooed, having broken off her kissing with Alice.

"Getting there, getting there," I replied.

"He's kissing my ass," Alice said, then giggled, "I never thought I'd actually have somebody do it, you know? I mean, it's an expression you hear every day, but..."

I stuck my tongue into her ass.

"OH! OHMYGOD!"

"Are you tonguing her, Donnie?" Denise said quickly. There was an excitement in her voice that hadn't been there through all of our previous sex.

"Mmmm, yes, why, am I not supposed too?"

She laughed wantonly, and said, "You are the naughtiest boy! You keep surprising me."

"Isn't he though?" Alice added, gyrating her rear as fast as any stripper I've come across in the years since. 

I decided it was time to fuck her there, and sent a finger into her backside. Alice didn't make a sound, but her ass was quivering. I decided she was opened enough to try entering and guided my cock to her entrance and gave a shove.

"UGH!" she gasped, but that was the only sound she made as I maneuvered my way inside her anus. 

I gave another shove and found myself fairly well embedded in her ass.

Actually, I had less trouble entering Alice's ass than I'd had with Denise. Alice was an inch or so taller than Denise, but other than that I couldn't fathom why she was less troublesome than the more anally experienced woman, but that's the way it was.

She began moving, rotating her hips just slightly. It felt very exquisite. My mouth had left her anus nice and wet, and as I burrowed into her I couldn't resist feeling her thighs and breasts from behind. I pulled out, slid my cock down and allowed the head to rest against the lips of her sex. Alice moaned loudly, "Yeah, oh, yeah ... put it in!"

I moved to comply, but Denise intervened. "No don't do that!" she warned.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"You don't go from anal to vaginal, Donnie. It's dirty-I mean, really dirty. You can transport fecal matter into her vagina and cause all sorts of problems. One must take care in these matters. One must ..." She paused trying to think of an acceptable explanation.

"We understand," Alice said, answering for both of us.

I placed my cock back at her anal entrance. 

"Slowly. Very slowly," Alice said as I reentered her asshole.

I did as she asked, slowly allowing the head to be sucked in by the desire of her anus. When it was in, she told me to remain still, and began rotating her hips. The feeling was superb. 

I pushed again, just a bit. She moved. I pushed. Before long, I could feel her ass cheeks against my belly.

"Now, baby, I'm going to fuck you hard," I said. But first I tried to get in a better position to do so, and exited her then repositioned myself and reentered her.

"Feels good," Alice chirped.

Denise was milking Alice's breasts and she seemed to like it. I made a point to remind myself to try that with her another time—and did with wonderful results.

But I digress, I began fucking Alice, deliberately changing the angle of my thrusts.

"Oh yeah! That's it! That's it! Fuck me, Donnie!"

Seeing that Denise was no longer playing with Alice's breasts, I reached around with a hand and gave one a nice squeeze.

"That's nice, baby!" she cooed.

I increased the pace of my fucking.

Alice prattled, "Oh, baby ... you ... are ... something ... OH, OH, OH!"




Sensualist Ch. 04



Denise was rubbing Alice's clit harder than I would have dared too, and I filed that away for future reference.

Alice was shuddering and crowing, "Oh, yes, I'm going to come. Fuck me. Let's come together."

I felt her body jerk under me and told her that I was going to fill her ass with my cum.

The innocent girl I'd lured to my home with Denise evaporated into thin air to be replaced by a wanton , lovely slut who was suddenly screaming, "Let your cock burst inside of me, baby.. Let me feel that hot juice scald my asshole!"

I felt as if I'd melt and erupt at the same time. 

Denise implored us, "Cum for me guys," 

Alice ground her ass into me.

I spewed my load inside of her as my cock tingled and burned as never before. I came and came until I fell forward, still jerking with after-spasms, completely drained.

*****

We deposited the well fucked, former virgin at her front door at a quarter after eleven that morning. 

Alice's mother gave her daughter a careful examination, although she never touched her, but Alice, having been coached on how to behave so as to pass detection followed her cues to perfection and went to her room without any further scrutiny from her mother.

I should add that while Alice and I continued fucking one another's brains out for the next two months, we ultimately went off to college, she to Wellesley, and I to Georgia. We met again some twelve years later and resumed our lovemaking as often as she could get away from her husband. Alice had developed the most magnificent ass I've had the pleasure of plowing. I mention this only because she admitted that she was 'starved for affection in her bum,' as she put it. I did my very best to feed her in that regard. *****

I'd rather not delineate each and every instance Denise and I lay together; instead I will keep to those times when something of import occurred; and nothing more important happened than night in her room, with her wedding looming just six days away.

Denise was seated on a settee using a new vibrator on herself. She glanced up and saw me watching, then she eyed my bulging cock, still in my pants and felt compelled to say, "You don't always get to my special places, Donald. I'm sorry, you try, but you just don't."

"How can I do that, dearest Denise?" I was certainly willing and eager to try.

"Take those clothes off for starters," she laughed. Already nude herself, Denise said, "I have a new position for us to try."

I never questioned her matter of fact like statements. She was older and more experienced than I. I was her devoted slave in matters of love, and or sex.

"Donnie darling, you're going to love this. You can lie with that lovely cock of yours up to the hilt in my slippery pussy." She moved quickly to her bed and lay down. "Here, lie down by my right side—on your side." Denise rolled onto her back, as I climbed up beside her, then threw her right leg over my hips. "Now bend your knees... yes, like that, and now raise your right leg."

When this was done, Denise placed her left thigh between mine, and then somehow twisted herself so that her ass was aligned with the head of my cock. I figured I was in for another ass fuck, but that wasn't the case at all, for Denise then took my cock in hand and brought it to her cunt and sent it in. 

"Give it a good shove, love," she said and giggled at the rhyming of her words.

One thrust later I was complexly housed inside her. "And now," she said, "we'll take it nice and easy. We can go on, or just cuddle. Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, I am!" I happily replied. 

"I am too, my darling, boy. Now just stay still for a moment I want to have a talk with you. First, I want to thank you for allowing me to have my way with your adorable, Alice. Were there more time, I would ask that we do it again, but my wedding will be here before we know it, and I can't spare a minute other than these precious few with you.

"I hope I've contributed enough to make you a model lover. You know, you're already superior to most men, and with more practice you shall be among the finest lovers a woman might have."

"That's a wonderful complement, dearest Denise."

"No, no, you are deserving of every word of praise I lavish on you. I love that you show great discretion and see certain things sexual funny. That's as it should be. Sex is a fun thing. Two people sharing themselves with one another. I have no doubt that women will find you a favorite personage, welcome in many a bed.

"Remember, discretion is the key to success with us. Alas, so few men understand this. Now, it's important that you understand that we cannot continue indefinitely. After the wedding, well Frank and I will be together more often than not. Life has a way of separating people, you know? And while I realize that family circumstances will throw us together on occasion-I want you to know that you will always be welcome between my legs and elsewhere-it won't always be possible to find the time or place to get together."

"Why are you going on like this, Denise?"

"Oh, I guess it's my way of telling you to seek other outlets for your considerable sexual prowess."

"I've got Alice!"

"Think ahead, Donald. You'll be off to college soon, and new adventures. Alice will also be off to school, and bear in mind it will be a different school. Life will grab you by the balls, Donnie. It will take you to places you never dreamed of. You are special, you're extremely intelligent, and see things in people that others miss. Your family has some money, and that will certainly open some doors that your talents might be unable too. But most of all, you will find women wanting to help you in any way they can.

"Now, on that note, I have one important piece of advice to give you regarding your next few lovers-let them all think, at least at first, that they are your first woman. This almost assuredly increases their satisfaction, and probably yours as well, as they will strive to make the experience memorable for you. 

I have my own reasons for your taking this course of action. Once a woman knows you've lain with another, they will be relentless to discover who preceded them in your arms. You may think of a lie and momentarily deceive them, but they will persist, and keep after you until you contradict yourself and they ferret out the truth."

"I understand, Denise, my first love," I said and kissed her, while thinking of Miss Ginger, my true first love. Yes, I understood all too well. 

Silently, I thanked Denise for helping me understand to some extent, the wiles and wants of the feminine mind.

"And now, Donald, now that you know where it is, please be a dear and rub that middle finger of yours over my clit while you slowly move your hips."

I was happy to oblige, and did. *****

The following day my sister, Maureen returned home from college, ostensibly to be maid-of-honor at Denise and Uncle Frank's wedding. Maureen brought a boyfriend with her. His name was Barney, and he seemed a nice guy as far as I was concerned.

A dinner party was arranged with the immediate family members, i.e., Maureen and Barney, Ashley and her date, a gawky seventeen year old, named Kenny, mother, Denise and me. Frank was still out of town, but would be arriving in three days, with the wedding itself scheduled for Saturday.

It occurred to me that my sister, having brought a date for the wedding, and with almost a week before the wedding itself, was paying little attention to him. 

I made a note to ask Denise about this at the earliest opportunity, as it seemed to have some significance in female behavior, but I couldn't put a finger on it. I recall thinking that Maureen should be showing him off-she wasn't-or at the very least, I felt she should be fawning over him if for no other reason than to make her sister jealous. 

But she all but ignored poor Barney, who tried to make conversation with my mother and younger sister, Ashley, while continuously glancing at Maureen like a banished puppy.

I wouldn't have placed all that much significance to her actions if we hadn't run into several of Maureen's former high school classmates after dinner at a local hangout where we stopped off for a drink.

With more than a little instigation from Maureen, each of them took a turn at flirting with me. Denise ignored both me and them, not wanting to call attention to her special interest in me. She had cautioned me earlier about my behavior, especially if I had a drink or two, and I used that advice to flirt right back at Mo's friends.

One girl, whose name I believe was Tanya, made it a point to rub her breast against me on two occasions, once while getting up to go to the powder room, and again on getting up to dance with one of the other girls.

I caught Maureen glancing at my crotch for any telltale evidence that Tanya might have excited me. I made sure she wasn't disappointed. And on leaving, Maureen accidently fell into me, and not Barney, who was standing next to me. I caught her and managed to grasp one of her breasts. I held it a second longer than necessary and was surprised to have her thank me for my chivalry. *****

We made it home, and my mother and Denise said goodnight to us. Us, meaning Ashley, Maureen, Barney and me. Ashley's date had been dropped off at his door after kissing my younger sister on the cheek.

I watched, bemused, as Maureen poured Barney several stiff bourbons, while having two shots of vodka herself. I held a glass half filled with bourbon in my hand, but only took an occasional sip. 

I was more intent on seeing what my sister was up too, and of course, waiting for everyone to go to bed so that I could join Denise in hers.

Twenty minutes passed before Ashley yawned, and after excusing herself, headed off to her bedroom.

Maureen handed poor Barney another glass of bourbon and urged him to finish the one he held in his hand. He did, and then took a gulp of the new drink as well. I noted that he was having some difficulty standing.

"Mo, may I ask where Barney is sleeping this evening?"

"Well, certainly not in my room!' she fired back, haughtily, Barney laughed drunkenly, but knowingly, telling me that he'd already slept with my sister on more than one occasion.

I hadn't expected that type reply to what I thought an innocent question. But I held myself in check. Something wasn't quite right, and while I pondered that, Barney dropped his glass on the carpet, and lurched to the right. I reached out, caught and steadied him.

"Gonna be sick!" he said.

I guided him to the nearest bathroom and left him on his knees, vomiting into the toilet bowl.

Returning to the living room, I found Mo on her knees, wiping up the spilled bourbon and muttering to herself.

"You fed him all that booze, you shouldn't be surprised at the result," I said, blaming her for the incident.

"I did, didn't I?" she replied accepting the blame.

"Yes, you did, and I'm wondering why."

Still on her knees, Maureen looked up at me and said, "Because I didn't want to fuck him tonight, that's why!"

I was stunned by her words and it showed.

"What's the matter, Donnie," she spat out, using her pet name for me, "did you think I was still a virgin?"

"I... I had no opinion either way, Mo," I managed after a short pause.

"Well, I'm not!"

"Okay," I said, wanting to ask a million questions, but didn't dare.

"Barney wasn't the first, Donnie. But he has ..." suddenly Mo was shy and reluctant to continue. Perhaps the drinks had gotten to her and caused her to reveal the loss of her virginity.

"Lain with you?" I offered, using a partial biblical quote we had giggled over several years before.

"Yeah ..." she sheepishly admitted. "So ..., she added, "Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Are you a virgin?" 

As the words left her mouth, she stood up, facing me. Her breasts were millimeters from my chest. I felt the alcohol on her breath on my face.

Recalling what Denise had told me about women loving the fact that they were the first to take a man's virginity. I slowly answered her.

"Yes, but not for lack of trying."

"I knew it!" she crowed exultantly. "I fuckin' knew it!" 

"You don't have to be so smug about it. I'm sure I'll lose it soon enough."

"What have you done, Donnie? I mean, you can tell me, I'm your big sister," she purred as she ran her fingers over my arm. I knew my sister might have had one too many drinks, but kept my mouth shut about it.

"I ... I... you first, Miss wants to know it all!" I said allowing my voice to rise up in pitch.

"Really? You want to play the you-go-first-game? Okay ... okay. I kissed a bunch of guys my first week on campus. The second week I jerked a couple off. I let a few finger me and suck my titties. And remember Calvin Jones, the black kid whose mother worked as our maid a while back?"

"Yeah," I replied with a dry mouth.

"I sucked his black cock, and loved it! And then I fucked him. I've fucked twenty two guys since going off to college." Her voice was slurred somewhat. "Do you think I'm a whore?"

"No, maybe a bit on the slutty side, but not a whore, Mo. That is ..." 

Her eyes widened. This was what she was waiting to hear.

"That is, unless you were charging them for the chance."

I added a little smile to that and she began to laugh.

"So ... so who did you do it with?" she said, pressing me. "You do it with Alice?"

"I told you, I'm a virgin. I mean, Alice and I have made out a couple times, but other than a few kisses and a little grouping here and there, nothing I'd want to brag about."

"Oh, God, so you were waiting for the right girl?" 

"Are you kidding? I'd have done it with anybody! I mean, not really, but I don't ... I don't get on with girls all that well ... you know what I mean, Mo."

"Would you like to kiss me, Donnie?"

"C'mon, you're my sister," I said.

"I asked you a question, Donnie."

"It would be nice, yeah, Mo," I said softly.

Mo pursed her lips and I leaned into her, pressing my mouth to hers. Gently, very gently I let my tongue slip out and trace the small portion of her lip available to me.

Maureen, purred, or it seemed that way.

Ending the kiss, Maureen studied me, my eyes, my face; I didn't know why and forgot to ask Denise later, for reasons that should be obvious.

"Not bad," Mo said, waiting for another, and when I didn't make a move in that direction, she clasped my neck with her hand and brought us together for another kiss. 

This time her tongue wormed its way into my mouth. I jerked away, saying, "What the fuck!"

She laughed lewdly, and her hand caressed my thigh. "Never tongued a girl before, Donnie?" she said impishly.

"No!" I said, pretending an innocence I certainly didn't feel. I was concerned about proceeding along these lines with my sister, but her next move ended any further thoughts about incest.

"I saw you in the shower once. You were beating off." She said matter of factly.

"Did you? I replied feigning a belligerency I certainly didn't feel at the time.

"Mmmm, you've got a big one. Did you know that? I mean, compared to the ones I've seen."

"Err, is that a compliment?"

"It is; a big compliment, Donnie." 

Her fingernails were lightly moving up and down the erection already raging in my trousers. I found myself vibrating ecstatically. The pressure began building up in me. My body started jerking erratically and I let out an involuntary groan. 

"Oh, how hard you are; how big you're getting. Are you going to cum for me?" she asked pointedly.

I groaned, unable to talk.

"Do I excite you, Donnie?"

"Yes," I managed to croak; still not accepting that my sister was trying to seduce me. 

"But ... what about Barney?"

"What about him? He's passed out drunk. He's of no use to me, but here ... you are!" She took hold of my hardon and gave it a hefty squeeze. "Looks like you're all set. Well perhaps another kiss or two." She added before kissing me hard.

Two long, soul kisses later I was mauling her breasts while she panted excitedly.

"I never thought ..." I said.

"That you'd fuck your sister? Well neither did I. Yet here we are. Want to see me naked?"

"Yes, but ..."

"Not to worry. Let's head to my room."

Maureen's room happened to be adjacent to the one Denise in which Denise was waiting for little old me.

We made it to her room without anyone seeing us, and on entering, Mo locked the door and said, "Do you really want to see the rest of me?"

I nodded nervously.

Deciding to tease me, Mo went on: "My small tits? My thick brown bush? My pink little pussy?"

"Yes," I said, but it came out more gurgle than verbal.

She bared her breasts. They weren't small, and I told her so.

She beamed at me then said, "Take your clothes off Donnie, leave your shorts on."

I kicked my shoes off, unbuttoned my shirt, felt her staring at my all but hairless chest, let the shirt fall to the floor and started on my pants. 

I'll never forget the lust in her eyes as I hopped from one leg to the other, shucking off my trousers. 

When I bent down to remove a sock, Maureen unzipped the rest of her dress and let it fall away. She wore no bra, just a pair of lacy panties and left her shoes and thigh-highs on.

My eyes were focused on her panty clad crotch, and the damp spot there.

I pointed at it and said, "Did I do that?"

"Mmmm, you did that. Now show me that cock, little brother!"

I yanked my shorts down and let my cock spring up for her entertainment pleasure.

"OH!" she gasped at the sight of my unimpeded cock. "I ... I've never seen one that bends like that. And ... and it's so much longer than the others..."

"I guess you like it, huh?" I said like a novice might.

"You bet I do!" Mo said, and I realized she was having trouble breathing.

"Show me your pussy, Mo," I croaked.

"Suck my titties first!"

I took them in with my eyes first; they stood high and were extra firm to the touch. Her nipples had stiffened into two very sensitive points, and when I mouthed them I had to marvel at their tautness especially when flicked back and forth by my tongue. How can I put it? It seemed that they each bounced back into position like one of those punching dolls that always return to the upright position.

Mo began gasping for breath. "Oh, oh... that's great! They're you know..."

"Sensitive?"

"Yeah ... sensitive ... oh, oh, now ... do the other one!"

Mo was rubbing frantically at her pussy. I found the sight of her hand dancing inside her panties exquisitely exciting and it was all I could do to keep from cumming then and there.

Still sucking on a strawberry tipped nip, I let my hands glide down her body to the top of her panties, and then tugged them down over her boyish hips, exposing the thick tuft of pubic hair partially covering her glistening labia.

"Do you like what you see?" 

"Oh, yeah. Maureen, you are truly gorgeous."

"Am I the first girl you've ever seen naked?"

"Fully naked, yes."

"What's that mean?"

"I saw Ashley once in the shower. It was a while ago. She had no idea I saw her."

"Yes she did. She told me about it. She wanted to know if she should tell on you."

"You told her not too?"

"Sure I did. Why squeal on your brother? Besides I wanted to get a look at you."

"Did you?"

"Only a glimpse that one time; not like right now. God you're hung! Are you really a virgin as well?"

I didn't trust myself to answer and just nodded my head up and down.

"God, I want to do so many things with you!" she said in as husky a voice as I'd ever heard on a woman.

"Donnie, wanna put that big thing in my tight little pussy?"

"YES!" My voice was ragged and thick with want. 

Her fingers went to the thick blue vein running along the center of my member, and then skimmed along the soft shield of my foreskin.




Sensualist Ch. 04



I moaned.

She giggled wantonly. "I'm gonna suck you dry before I'm finished with you?" It was a promise I was sure she would try to keep.

"Can I put it in you?" I managed to blurt.

"Yes, but not just yet, sweetie."

I made my cock jump. Mo shrieked with lust. "Do THAT again!"

"Okay, but tell me something, Mo?"

Sure, what is it?"

"What is it that you were doing to Barney?"

"Why getting him out of the way so that I could play with this long hard, beautiful fucking cock." 

I was stunned. Mo had planned my seduction!

The next thing I knew, Mo had dropped to her knees and had me in her mouth, "Mmmm, you have the sweetest taste!"

"Oh my God, Mo!" I blurted in a high, squeaky voice that sounded nothing like mine. On automatic pilot, I shuffled over to the bed with Mo following on her knees, managing to keep me in her mouth.

In what seemed slow-motion, I sat on the bed. I moved to the bed, forcing my legs to take me there. Using her elbows Mo raised herself up a bit putting her in a better position to fellate me.

The sounds of her slurping fill the room along with my moans and groans. 

Early on I concluded that my sister gave better head than either Miss Ginger, or Denise. She had them both beaten by a mile.

I glanced across the room; saw the two of us reflected in the life-sized mirror, my cock jutting half in, half out of Mo's mouth. I breathed in the luxurious smell of her hair and committed it to memory.

She took me out of her mouth and appeared to study it. "You have the most beautiful cock, Donnie," she said, sounding amazed. I looked down and saw what I always saw, but through her eyes it looked somewhat different. The tight, shiny skin on the head was glistening with a clear, bubbly fluid. Mo opened her mouth and kissed it, then swirled her pink tongue over it, around it, seemingly savoring the very taste of it. 

"Don't you dare cum yet, Donnie," she whispered fiercely, and tightened her grip around the shaft.

"What?"

"Shut up and enjoy it," she all but snarled at me.

A fresh drop of precum seeped out and her tongue darted out and scooped it up and into her mouth. 

Placing a hand on the back of her neck, I brought her mouth up to meet mine and we kissed, tongues darting here and there. I tasted myself, and not for the first time. My hands moved to her ass and explored the fine texture of her skin while she moaned into my mouth.

Maureen moved her legs apart, and I felt her thick bush against my leg. A moment later, still kissing, she pressed the hot tingling skin of her nineteen year old pussy against my thigh. Eventually, I realized my cock was squashed against her lower belly.

She began to writhe against me, humping my thigh, causing it to become slippery with her juice. 

"Should I put it in now?" I asked tentatively.

Panting, she answered me in a hoarse voice. "No, I want to wait a little longer."

"But I'm ..."

"Don't you dare cum!" she hissed opening a violent side that I'd never seen before.

I wasn't afraid of her. I'd never been afraid of Mo, but I knew enough to listen to a woman when they were deadly serious. And in this, she was certainly serious.

I began to count, and then switched to multiplication tables to keep from losing control of my loins.

Breathing heavily, my sister whispered, "Listen to me. I know as soon as you put it into me, you're gonna cum. So let's make it last, okay?"

"But I can get hard right away, Mo," I protested.

"You can?"

"Yeah, I always get hard right away."

"But, Barney and the others always go limp. 

They're useless after the one time. Mostly they fall asleep after."

"Well I don't."

Mo didn't say a word, at first, but then she bared her teeth and spat out, "You told me you've never done it!"

"Not with a girl!" I said in protest. "I'm always jerking off. I can do that several times in succession!"

"But the others ..." She said and stopped.

"Were they drinking?" I asked.

"Yeah ... they were," she said quietly and climbed up on the bed next to me and spread her legs. 

"Can I touch you ... there?" I asked.

"Yes," she said dully. I gathered she wasn't sure about my recuperative powers, and I set out to convince her otherwise.

Using my thumbs, I spread her lips apart and saw the glorious pink of her inner vagina. Not content with that, I pulled the small tight cheeks of her ass apart, and studied the suddenly tightly clenched brown asshole. Then I blew a breath of warm air on it making her shiver wantonly.

"OH, YOU!"

There was a silent moment between us, and then Mo said, "No one's ever done..."

But by then my mouth was on her cunt, licking and sucking.

"JESUS!" she screamed and went berserk, rocking the bed, moving it an inch or so every few seconds as she humped my face until I was forced away from my original target. I didn't quit, but moved to her asshole, it felt so dirty, and I expected her to scream and push me away calling me a pervert or worse. 

But that didn't happen.

She was exhorting me on! She was pushing her ass into my face, screaming, "YES... DO ME BACK THERE! OH, GOD ... DO ME THERE!"

I sealed my mouth over her anus. Sent my tongue into that crinkled, smelly shithole, and loved it. As did Maureen.

Her pussy was bubbling over with juices from her arousal. This I would discover soon enough. I paid homage to her asshole for another minute or two, and then moved back up to her cunt. She came the second my tongue parted her inner lips and she kept cumming while I ate her out.

My cock was drooling cum of its own accord.

"OH, GOD, OH, GOD!"

What?" I groused, after pulling my juice covered face from her nectar giving cunt.

"OH, FUCK!"

It took her a second to catch her breath, and then struggling for control, she whispered, she said, "Donald, I want to do everything with you. Please keep kissing me there. Kiss my cunt, please, let me feel your mouth on my wet little cunt ... OH, OH, LICK MY GODDAMNED PUSSY!"

I waited, on my knees, my cock towering over her, swaying and jerking involuntarily. I took a deep breath and lowered my face to her again allowing my tongue to dance from one end of her vagina to the other; to dart inside and swirl crazily before withdrawing to her distressed cries and moans. I wondered if anyone could hear us. It was late and everyone had been drinking, so ... I left it there.

I began to work her clit. I know she came then, and she came again moments later when I sent a finger up her ass.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING MARVEL! HOW DID YOU KNOW TO DO ...?

I shushed her and added another finger to her asshole. She took it like a trooper.

"Oh fuck, Donald," she moaned softly. 

I worried her clit next.

"OH GOD OH GOD this feels so fucking good... OH ... OH FUCK!"

Shut the fuck up!" I snarled up at her face. "You'll have the whole house barging in on us thinking someone's killing you!" 

"YOU ARE KILLING ME! OH, YEAH ... LICK ME, EAT MY SLOPPY WET CUNT! OHHH, LICK THAT SLOPPY PUSSY!"

"I've dreamed of doing this to you. Am I good at it?"

"Are you kidding?"

I jammed the finger further into her asshole.

"YEAH! JAB ME THERE! OHHH YEAH ... FRIG MY ASSHOLE!"

I wrenched my face away from her cunt and took a deep breath then mashed my mouth into her pussy again. 

"Oh, Donald," she sobbed, "please don't stop, please don't fucking stop, I'll do whatever you want me to do to you. I'll swallow your cum! I'll let you cum on my face! I'll let you fuck me up the ass! Just keep licking my twat. I'm so close again. I'm so fuckin' close. Please don't ... don't stop ... don't..."

I gave her another six minutes of unrelenting pussy licking. She had to have cum several times because she was bouncing off the walls the whole time.

My tongue was killing me and I stopped.

Mo didn't protest. Well there was a quiet whimper or two, but I thought she'd be more vocal about it. That was a surprise. 

I realized why she wasn't badgering me for more a moment later when I saw her staring at my cock. She leaned down and took the head in her mouth and nibbled much as a goldfish will nibble on your finger at feeding time. 

I couldn't hold back any longer and I exploded in her face. It was a massive load, and covered most of the left side of her face including her hair, eye, cheek and neck. Another line jettisoned out a second later and splattered against her left breast. She reacted by gobbling my cock into her mouth and draining the remainder of sperm in her mouth, and after opening wide to show me what she had on her tongue, swallowed.

I had never dreamed a woman would be so wantonly filthy, but to see my sister do it while laughing so wantonly triggered another erection in short order.

I sat up, and kneeling with my legs parted, let her see that my cock was still ravishingly hard.

"I ... I want it inside me, Donnie. I really do. But I don't know ... I mean, after what I just went through, maybe it will hurt me."

"Bullshit, Mo, I did exactly what you wanted. You made several promises, one of which was to take it up your ass. That's not sore ... yet."

"Okay ... okay, you're right. I was ... I was kidding." She lay back and spread her legs in acceptance.

Holding my dick with one hand, I brought it to her slightly gaping cunt and rubbed it into the juices oozing out of it.

Maureen was more than ready for this, she actually began to plead with me to hurry and put it in.

Mo was ripe for a through fucking. I surged into her and was surprised by the firmness of her pussy and how tightly she gripped me. I would come to understand that pussies, like cocks, are slightly different from one another. Some are smaller, and therefore tighter than others, although they all seem to share an elasticity that serves them well during childbearing.

Although I had cum just a few minutes before, I felt myself tingling inside her and knew it wouldn't be long before I exploded again. 

My intention had been to go slow, to savor this improbable moment, but when I wriggled my hands under her to grab her ass I lost control and began the headlong rush towards orgasm. 

I spread my legs forcing her thighs farther apart, and pushed her knees up towards her chest, and fucked her so hard that I could hear the slap at the bottom of each stroke. Then Mo reached between my legs to touch my balls and a great wave swept over me and I emptied myself into her.

"OH, OH FUCK! YEAH ... FUCK ME, BABY!"

Realizing that I had cum, Mo pushed herself up, and looked down to see my penis as it came out of her.

"Can you hold it in there for a while?"

Breathing hard, I nodded and tried to oblige her.

"I ... I want to feel your cock inside me, a little longer."

"You've got my sperm in you."

"I'm on the pill, Donnie, its okay."

Maybe a minute went by before either of us spoke again. Then Mo said, "Tell me what my pussy feels like." 

I laughed and kissed her before responding. "It's incredible, Mo. I can't think of anything remotely like it, I mean, it was so hot and tight; it was like I was in a vise or something and the feeling was unbelievable."

Then she gave me her point of view. "Jesus, Donnie, you feel so huge inside me. I thought-and I'm not kidding-you were going to split me in half. I mean, it really hurt, but it was a wonderful hurt if you know what I mean."

"Can you get it up again? I know you said you could, but the other guys couldn't ..."

I thought of how Denise was waiting for me, and although I felt the twinges of a renewed erection, I begged off and made an excuse about not wanting to get caught in her room.

"I think I've overstayed anything close to a safe period here with you, Mo. I really should get back to my room."

Her voice took on the whine of a spoiled little girl's. "But it's late; no one's up and about. You can spend most of the night with me."

"I'm worried about being seen leaving your room. God help us both if we're caught, Mo."

"Tomorrow, then," she said with an urgency that surprised me. "

"I want to feel your hard cock sliding in and out of my cunt. I want you to fuck me like a little slut, fuck me as hard as you can..."

"I will, I promise. You've got such a lovely cunt, Mo. I want so much more of it. I want to do everything with you. Maybe we can manage a little honeymoon together while you're home from school."

"That would be wonderful, Donnie."

"But there's Barney to consider, Mo. You can't just dump him after bringing home with you."

"You're right. I can't. Plus he's my partner for the wedding. Denise is a beautiful woman, isn't she?"

"Yeah, Uncle Frank is a lucky guy."

"Can you hear them from your room?"

"A little, at least I thought I did one night."

"Oh, that must have driven you crazy!"

"It did."

"You jerked off listening to them didn't you?"

"Mo! Guys don't like talking about stuff like that."

"Oh, pooh! I know all about you guys. You probably jerk off a couple times a day and stay up half the night too!"

"And you don't?" I shot back.

"Well, yeah, I do," Mo admitted.

I had an idea, and broached it to her. "What if we watched each other masturbate, Mo? I think it would really get us hot."

"That's a wild idea, Donnie. I'm all for it. But when?"

"Tomorrow. Something will come up and we'll sneak off someplace and do it."

"And then you'll fuck me silly?"

"Yeah," I said getting up from the bed and starting to dress. "Then I'll fuck you silly."

I finished dressing and we kissed again, long and hard.

"You're hard again!" My sister said accusingly.

"I told you I keep getting hard, Mo. But I really have to go. I gave her another kiss, this one of shorter duration then I opened the door and peeked out into the hallway. The coast was clear and I moved quickly to my room, hoping Denise didn't hear me leaving my sister's room.

*****

Once inside my room, I made my way over to the peephole and looked into Denise's room. It was pitch black. I listened carefully for several minutes and thought I heard her breathing restlessly, but couldn't be sure. 

I decided to take a shower and wash my sister's scent away so as not to arouse Denise's suspicions as to my whereabouts before paying her the promised nocturnal visit.

It was just three in the morning. I had a bathroom adjoining my room which was all mine, since I was now the only man in the house. I took a quick shower, dried off and added a small whiff of cologne, before slipping into a robe and peeking out my door to find it deserted. 

I moved to Denise's room, tried the door and finding it unlocked, entered and closed it behind me.

I stood still for a minute or more, letting my eyes grow accustomed to the darkness. I could just make out Denise's form under the sheets.

"Denise," I whispered. But there was no answer. I wondered if I should just leave, or even rejoin my sister for another round or two of raunchy sex.

No, that wasn't a workable plan, I quickly decided to stay with the one Denise and I agreed upon originally and quietly climbed into bed with her and cuddled her in my arms, hoping to wake her.

She snuggled up to me, pushing her behind against my rampant cock which of its own accord tried to wend its way into her cunt through the nightgown she wore.

Denise began talking softly in her sleep. I knew she was actually sleeping and not faking, for she would have made use of my cock otherwise. My guess is that she was dreaming, for she rolled onto her back, and moments later moaned and parted her legs causing her shift to ride up and expose her lower body to my eyes now accustomed to the darkness.

She was nude under the nightgown. I let my hand caress her upper thigh, eliciting several more pleasurable moans from her, and then I sent a finger into her dampened pussy.

Conscious or sleeping, I never knew, but Denise widened her legs to recieve my finger and I quickly added another, and as she was now quite wet and receptive, I began moving more rapidly.

Her breathing accelerated along with my fingers, and coming out of her state of slumber, exclaimed, "Jesus, Frank, not so hard, we have all night for this!"

"Should I stop, Denise?"

"DONALD! How? When?"

"I couldn't get away any sooner. I had to wait until ..." I stopped talking fearing I would give Maureen and I away to Denise's powers of observation. "Anyway, I fell asleep in my room. I guess I can't hold my liquor."

Denise laughed delighted with me. "You poor baby. But you did come to me, and woke me in the most delectable way. Now, please turn your palm up and hook your fingers ... Yes, that's it!"

"What does ...?"

Hush! My special spot is there ... feel something spongy?"

I did, and told her so.

"That's called the G-spot. If you rub it ... and you'd better start rubbing, Donald ..."

I commenced rubbing the soft, squashy nubbin the yielded so readily to the touch.

"YES! OH, I'M GOING TO CUM, DEAR BOY!"

And cum she did, squirting what at first seemed an unending stream of urine from which I wrenched away. It continued while her body jerked repeatedly up off the bedding. Somehow, my fingers continued rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, until she commanded me to stop, fearing she was going to die of pleasure.

Something told me she wouldn't do any such thing, and I slowly brought the saturated fingers to my mouth and tasted them as she watched, opening her mouth and mimicking my actions, but I kept them in my mouth, selfishly refusing to allow her a taste. 

I knew immediately it wasn't urine. How, I'm not sure. Perhaps we all have an innate knowledge of how our bodily waste tastes from our earliest days, I don't really know. 

At any rate, Denise later explained that it was a woman's other way of cumming. Who knew? Well I did from that point on and it has helped me satisfy many other women who required a good, satisfying climax.

*****

"That ... that was marvelous, my dearest; it was the most ..." Denise began to cry then, and I had no idea why, or what to do to end the tears, so I held her close and whispered little sounds to her ear, and gradually she brought the flow to a halt and thanked me over and over again.

"I wish I could see you now, would you let me put a light on?"

"I've no makeup on, I look a sight, Donald. I'd rather not. But if it will make you happy..."

Denise leaned to the far side of the bed and switched on a small lamp which gave the room a kind of romantic glow, at least from my eighteen year old eyes.

"Thank you, Denise," I said as I took in her beauty and lightly ran a hand over each of her gorgeous breasts.

Denise was also busy, reaching between my legs and finding my hard shaft and then fondling my testicles.

"Shall we play the numbers game?" She asked playfully.

"What's that?" I said, not understanding her meaning.

"Have you not heard of 69?"

"Oh ... yes, I have." I said, but the uncertainty in my voice told her I really didn't understand.

"It's where we eat one another at the same time," she said as she positioned her face above my jutting member and threw a leg over my shoulder and lowered her cunt to within inches of my face.

"Get the idea, Donald?" she giggled quietly.

"Yes," I gasped as she lowered her sex to my waiting mouth.

My cock was already enveloped in her mouth and the sucking and licking commenced. Having fingered her to a tumultuous orgasm already, it took very little time before Denise exploded again, drenching my face with another torrent of her juices.

I didn't cum myself, not after fucking my sister earlier, but I did remain hard, and that's all that seemed to matter to Denise, who shifted around and straddled me, placing my cock at her entrance and impaling herself on it, before riding me like a cowgirl until we both erupted again.

***** 

We were resting comfortably. I was slowly sucking on one of her nipples and she was teasing my testicles and using a finger to toy with my asshole when she startled me, saying: "I think your sister is turning into a big slut."




Sensualist Ch. 04



"You're teasing me, I know, but c'mon Denise, why say something so nasty about Maureen?" I was trying to sound casual, but my heart was racing as I said it.

Denise left off my body and reached for a bottle of white wine that sat on an adjoining nightstand. She drank directly from the bottle, not bothering with the glass that was next to the wine itself.

I stared at her mostly naked body and felt my cock twitch. I didn't close my eyes as I waited to hear our incestuous encounter exposed.

"She fucked someone," she said, putting the bottle back down and looking at me. "Could've been more than one from the way she sounded, but it was probably that guy she brought home with her."

"Barney," I said quietly, providing her with his name and hoping she put him in bed with Maureen and not me.

"Probably," she said, not altogether agreeing with me, but not dismissing my suggestion either. I took a deep breath and waited for the other shoe to fall.

"Jesus, Donald-she kept asking him to fuck her everywhere-it was disgusting."

"You heard that much?" With all the excitement of fucking Maureen I'd forgotten Denise was on the other side of the wall ... waiting for me. Had I gone too far? I didn't even take a breath. Three seconds went by before Denise spoke again.

"The walls have ears, and so do I. Anyway, I heard them. God your sister enjoyed a great fucking." She said somewhat wistfully.

"Hey, don't be jealous. Didn't we just enjoy a good fuck too?" I said, hoping to change the direction the conversation had taken. I also sent my finger along her thigh, headed directly toward her pussy, but she slapped my hand away. I lay there looking at her and shook my head. She turned away and took another sip from the bottle of wine, not even looking at me. 

I closed my eyes and went back to Maureen: I imagined feeling her fingers around me that first time; remembered the smoothness of her thighs and how tight her velvety sheath had been when I entered her.

"So what are you thinking about?" Denise whispered, bringing me back to the moment. 

Her hand found my erection and gave it a squeeze.

"I was thinking that you could say the same words when I fuck you."

"Aren't you the horny bastard!" she giggled lewdly.

I cupped both her breasts with my hands, using the palms and fingers to massage them in a circular kneading motion. When I reached her perky nipples her breathing got heavier. Taking her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, I rolled and pressed hard on them, with the occasional pinch.

Denise loved this treatment, even told me so. She started holding my wrist then pulling it away from her body so my fingers would stretch her nipples out. 

Knowing that she craved more than just nipple play, I transitioned a hand to her tummy, gave it a rub and then proceeded south. Denise uttered a series of "Oh, yeses" to my play. 

I went for her clit, found it, or was damned close because she began to twitch and shiver as I hit the right spots. She didn't let me go on like this for long because it was driving her crazy.

I pried her pussy open, and using my middle finger, fucked her hard. She helped by using her own finger to press mine even deeper and enhancing the sensations that much more. 

Suddenly she lost control and began humping wildly at my finger until she came hard and collapsed exhausted next to me. A few minutes later, Denise renewed her caressing of my body, and then she was covering my face with kisses while she cried, "I shall miss you so after the wedding, Donald!"

"I'm sure we'll have more meetings, Denise, after all..."

"I didn't tell you, Frank called earlier. He ... he's landed a job in Pakistan. I ... I'll be going with him. It's a five year contract he's signed. It will be at least five years before we return to the States."

I was shocked, and said so.

"I know! I know," Denise said mournfully. "I hate it!"

"No you don't. You must love him, Denise."

"I do, but I have these feelings for you as well. I must be a very wicked woman."

"No, you're the sweetest thing that walks the Earth," I said countering her words.

"You mean, whore. I'm a slut; a wanton slut!"

I decided a different tack was needed to mollify her and I smothered her with kisses before lowering my mouth to her cunt and eating her to several more trembling orgasms.

Denise promised me I could do anything to her, anything at all, but I had to let her be for the rest of the night.

I paid a final tribute to her body and left her bed on shaky legs and managed to get about four hours sleep before being called down for breakfast.



Sensualist Ch. 05



A Jog Fuck – Phone Sex – Spying on Denise Using a Dildo – In the Backseat with Lillian – First Time Anal - Caught in the Act

I was on my best behavior the following day, knowing that both Denise and Maureen would be watching my every move. 

Just before noon I told my mother I was going for a run. I was striving to be in the best possible condition on entering college in a few months to make a good impression on the swimming coach, and had taken to jogging several miles every other day. On the other days I logged in several hours swimming at either our own pool, or the Country Club's, which was Olympic sized and better suited for competitive swimming.

I donned a sweatshirt and soccer shorts, made sure my running shoes were properly tied and set out, intent on traversing the trail leading from our house to the local park.

I seldom encountered another jogger before reaching the park. At this hour I could be sure to have other runners sharing the path with me, not that I minded, in fact I enjoyed the brief conversation exchange between them and me.

I rounded a corner about a quarter mile from where my current path joined that of the county park's when I saw her, jogging in place, obviously waiting for me.

I smiled at my sister, wondering briefly how she had managed to leave Barney back at the house as she joined me, step for step past the occasional well kept lawn, hedged sidewalks and elegant country homes for the next half mile without a word between us.

A quick, covert glance at her revealed a light sheen of sweat covering the bare skin of her back between her sports top and shorts. She had no trouble in arousing me. I rather liked the feeling of my body doing two things at once. I let her pass me, then ran faster, timed my breath with her footfalls, and caught up to her.

Mo had run track in the short time she attended high school, but stopped cold when mother had us tutored by Miss Ginger. I was surprised to find her in such good condition then realized that she might actually be on her college track team and not have mentioned it to me.

I could smell her sweat and realized she could smell mine as well. I could hear her breath, regular, rhythmic and constant. Her stride didn't pound the road but was light and quick. She was a slight woman. My own stride was heavier and hard.

Running side by side, I could hear the timbre of her voice in her breathing. I imagined the light rhythmic fall of her lean body, legs open, belly moistening my cock as we wrestled for position on her bed if the opportunity presented itself later.

Suddenly she exerted a burst of speed and passed me. I tried to catch up, couldn't and abashedly discovered that my sister was faster than me. But I still felt that I could run further than she could and contented myself to fall in behind her and admire her fine ass and flanks and on some turns, the slight jiggle of her breasts in the sports bra she wore.

And then, just before we entered a wide, meadow with the park looming on the other side, she slowed, waiting for me. When I reached her, Maureen shoved me off the path and I fell, sprawling over the cinder path and rolling slowly against a large oak tree.

"What the fuck!" I swore as I glanced down at my bloodied knee.

"Oh, are you hurt, Donnie?" She asked as she came to stand next to me, trying to catch her breath.

"Why'd you shove me like that, Mo?" I asked, furious and in pain.

"Are you really hurt?"The look in her eyes told me she was genuinely sorry and concerned.

She knelt down beside me; her hand brushed my cock, which was still hard.

"How can you run with that sticking out? You might have tripped over it if I hadn't given you that push."

I saw the grin form on her face and had to laugh. She was funny, all but accusing me of tripping over my hard on.

"Is this a good place?"

What?"

"Is this a good place to fuck?"

I looked around. It seemed a decent enough spot if we moved off the path and behind the even thicker oak tree scant yards away. I searched my memory for the number of runners encountered along this part of my run. 

"It's been quite a while since I met anyone along this stretch," I admitted already having put aside the fact that she'd caused me to fall and hurt my knee.

I was delighted that there would be no uncertainty about when and where our next dalliance would take place.

I will confess that on first meeting Maureen on my run, I had envisioned the places where we might shed our clothing and rut like animals. I'd considered the park itself, even a taxi's backseat---the driver's were reputed to be considerate if tipped accordingly. And there was both an alley on the far side of the park that might afford sufficient concealment. I also considered a doorway, or a staircase, or even a rooftop where we could look out on the countryside as we dallied and diddled one another. 

I grabbed Mo's hand and pulled her after me as I half-ran, half-limped to the cover of the large oak. I pushed her down to the ground. She had my cock in her hand on the way down and was jerking me off as I all but tore her shorts off.

True to form, Mo wore no underwear and fell back, spreading her legs for me in one fluid motion. I was inside her so quickly I had to cover her mouth and smothering her shriek. I didn't care, nor did I ever ask if it was from surprise of pain for warm, squishy feeling of her cunt caused me to shut out the rest of the world for the next several minutes.

Only then did I feel the pain in my knee. Only then did I pause to glance at it; and only then did I turn Mo over onto all fours and renew our coupling by fucking her doggy-style. 

Oh, she was so tight and so wet and warm, and more importantly I could feel her heartbeat through my cock. I could feel the blood pulsing in her vagina as my lungs expanded and my toes clenched as they dug into the mossy soil at the base of the oak tree, providing me with the leverage I needed to pound her senseless.

When we came, and we came together---there was no air between us and no names to distinguish us. We groaned as one, and I held her to me, ass against balls as we exploded in flashing lights, cum, and incestuous love.

We both froze as some thirty yards away another runner came up on us, and passed without glancing our way.

Mo began to laugh. It was a lewd, shameless laugh and I found myself joining in.

Still laughing, I pushed the tip of my manhood against her lips. She was still breathing heavily but opened wide letting her lips and tongue close around my sensitive knob. Her hands cupped my balls then one left to tickle my asshole.

I heard myself groan in rhythm to her sucking sounds. I inhaled and took in her smells, a comingling of sweat and perfume as well as the rich earthy odor of the mossy grass we lay upon.

Mo gently took me from her mouth and carefully examined my cock. 

"You have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen," she said with a beatific smile.

"I can't help but ask," I aid making certain she saw my smile, "Have you seen all that many?"

She bit me on the upper thigh; the same leg as my bloodied knee. Before I could manage a protest, she had snarled her fingers in my hair and yanked hard.

"OW! What the fuck?"

"I told you I had twenty-two guys last night, Donnie. Why do you make me sound like a whore?"

"I haven't made you out to be a whore, Mo. I only asked...."

Mo shut me up by kissing me---with a violent urgency---before shoving me away from her. I took in her heaving breasts and her averted gaze and thrust a hand up under her t-shirt and under the jogging bra and caught a rigid nipple and pulled on it.

"OHHHH!" Her already ragged breath quickened, but she didn't move. I watched as her eyes slowly found their way to my stiffened prick, "Are you going...?"

"To fuck you? Yeah, ready or not, here I come!"

"Huh!" She grunted as I plowed into her. The heavy knob of my dick cock was just inside her, the lips of her sex stretched around the stem. My hands moved over hers, holding them to the tree. 

She gazed at my chest, mouth open, sweating, legs open.

"Huh! Ohh, huh!"

I was totally sunk inside her. I had this thought that if I could see her belly in a certain light or angle that I would somehow see the bulge of my cock. But I was afraid to look.

I pulled way back and pounded back into her. Mo flinched and gasped. 

"Oh, God ... do that again!" she pleaded, breathing hard. 

I set myself, looked around to see if anyone was near then hammered into her repeatedly. I heard a series of fluttering cries and moans.

"ON TOP!" she groaned.

I disengaged our coupling and rolled onto my back. Mo seized my slimy erection in one hand and guided it into her as she slowly squatted down on me.

And this time it wasn't my imagination as I saw through half-lidded eyes, that my cock bulging inside her muscular abdomen.

"Like it, Mo?"

"Love it, Donnie!"

She rose up until her labia kissed the tip of my erection then plunged downward, enveloping the entirety of my shaft. Her breath grew halting, starting and stopping, out of sync. I recognized her oncoming climax in the arch of her eyebrows, her way in which her mouth opened, and her body stiffened. This was Miss Ginger reaching her peak; it was Denise a second before she came. There was no doubt. My sister was getting ready to erupt.

For some crazy reason I grabbed her. Mo struggled to free herself even as she ground against me. I forced her hands behind her---her wrists were thin...and then I had both wrists in one hand. 

Maybe she could have freed herself but she didn't. I pulled her hands, behind her forcing her to groan and arch her back. Her breasts and nipples stretched upward. She struggled to grind against me but the more she tried, the harder I forced her to arch. Her stomach and breasts were stretched taut.

She stopped moving, legs wide, penetrated. That's right, I told myself. I'm in charge. 

"Donnie!"

I shoved two fingers into her mouth to keep her quiet.

I never expected her to bite me, but she did!

I swore at her, "God dammit, Mo!"

"Let me go! I hate being held like that. I need to have freedom of movement, Donnie!"

I let her hands go and she let off the biting although it still hurt like a sonofabitch. The anger in her eyes vanished and she started to suck on my fingers, apparently awaiting my next move. 

She was still impaled on my erection, and I took one of her tits into my mouth.

"Don't you dare bite me, Donnie!"

Letting go of the breast for a moment, until just the nipple was between my lips. I brought a slight pressure to bear with my teeth and managed to lisp, "What, no tit for tat?"

At which we both began to laugh, and our raucous fuck began anew.

Mo began to grind on my penetration. I applied more pressure with my teeth, knowing it had to hurt.

She stopped fucking and waited to see what else I was going to do.

I released the nipple with a soft pop and she smiled down at me.

"Good boy!"

"Ride me, cowgirl," I groaned.

She did. Moments later I could see the bulge inside her where the nub of my cock lodged inside her. I began rising up to meet her downward moves. After six or seven times I felt Mo stiffening. Her slight frame was arching. She was cumming. Yes, she was cumming.

I saw her eyes roll back in her head.

I held myself in check as my sister convulsed around my prick. I reveled in each and every spasm; each and every time her penetrated abdomen gripped and released, gripped and released. She wasn't breathing. She wasn't making a sound; and then, with a long groan, she was limp. 

Saliva dripped from her chin. I helped her straighten up. She kissed me, and then licked the saliva from my chin after drooling on me. She kept kissing me, moving from my mouth to the hollow of my throat, tasting my sweat and maleness. I eased my cock out of her, wet and glistening with her juices. I squeezed a breast, then and pulled it. Her eyes fluttered as I turned her away from me and bent her over before pushing her gently to her knees.

"Donnie ... what are ....?"

"I'm not finished with you, Mo."

Huh?"

I sank my member into her still gaping cunt. She let out a keening breath as I fucked her, ass up. Mo she grunted with every thrust. Yes, she was my sister, but she was also a woman. I was beginning to understand women. At least insofar as their sexual needs.

I fucked her. I held myself still inside her. I made certain to angle my thrusts so that every inch of her vagina was touched by my cock.

When I came, I filled her womb with my seed. Finished at last, I fell over her and raked up the soil with my fingernails checking my fall.

We stayed that way . Mo's ass jutting upward, my body mostly still over hers. We kissed, tenderly, without speaking. She licked my lips. I returned the favor.

Finally, I stood up and helped her to her feet. She pulled up her shorts, making no pretense to clean the fluids I'd deposited inside her. I saw a look of respect in her eyes when she met mine.

"You really make a girl feel like a woman, Donnie."

"You're not a girl, Mo, you're every inch a woman."

I glanced around, saw no one else in the area. "Better to get moving again," I said. 

Mo nodded and began to jog in that graceful manner she had. I followed her so as to admire that lovely rear and tried to see if my semen would run down her leg. It didn't.

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Of course many other events occurred during this time, but I wish to remind the reader that we are only concerned with my sexual exploits and not my daily activities except for those that serve to illustrate my surroundings at the time of a particular sexual indulgence on my part. 

And so I should mention the call to Alice. Due to her father's overly protective nature, and the fact that Alice had just spent the night at my house, and although as far as they knew, had been properly chaperoned by my mother and supposedly other members of family and wedding party members, I couldn't pry her out of the house for another round of sex.

Denise suggested I call Alice and engage in some rousing phone sex. She even suggested that she take part, if possible. 

As it turned out, it was not possible. There were just too many demands on Denise's time with the rapidly approaching wedding. So I found myself making the call alone.

I listened to her phone ringing, once, twice, three, four times. I almost hung up. I might have ruined everything by hanging up when her father answered, but I managed to keep my composure---thanks to Denise's early pep talk on handling fathers. 

I cleared my throat and asked to speak with Alice after identifying myself.

"Just a moment, Donald," he said.

I waited an eternity before I heard Alice's nervous voice say, "Hello?"

Her voice sent a series of goose bumps up and down my body.

"Hi, Alice, it's me," I say.

"Just a minute," Alice said, and then in a whisper added, "I'm taking the phone to my room."

"There are extensions throughout the house, right?" 

"Um, yeah ... um, why don't I call you back from my cell?"

"Sure, but why didn't you give me your cell number in the first place?"

My question was answered by a dial tone. Alice had hung up on me. I hung the phone up and waited for her call. I didn't wait long.

"Hello?"

"Donnie?"

"Yeah."

"I'm so glad you called," Alice said. 

"I wanted to come over and take you for a ride, but Denise told me it was probably too soon, so ...."

"That's for sure. I would have loved to go for a ride with you though."

"Yeah," I said, "we could have parked in a nice quiet spot and ...."

"Oh, Donnie, you're making me squishy!"

I laughed. "Mmmm, isn't that the idea behind the call?"

"Oh, you're naughty!"

"I was just thinking about the other night, you know?"

"Oh, I can't get it out of my mind, Donnie."

"Have you been touching yourself down there?"

"OH ... don't be asking me things like that over the phone!"

"Why not? It's called phone sex. Haven't you heard of it?"

"Of course I have. All the girls talk about things they've talked about with their boyfriends."

"Really?"

"For sure!"

"Well I don't want you telling anyone about our conversations. Promise me you'll keep what we say to yourself."

"Why? I'd like to make some of those bitches jealous."

"You want them sniffing around me at school? You want them coming on to me, just to see if I'll cheat on you?"

"NO!" she said and then, her voice began to whine, "You wouldn't dump me for one of them, would you?"

"Alice, I'm delighted to be your guy. I don't want anyone else. But you don't go putting temptation in front of me. I mean, telling them about what we're doing, or what we've done is asking for trouble. I mean, they might write shit about you in the girl's bathroom, or spread malicious rumors about us, or just you."

That seemed to get across to Alice.

"I think you're right about that. Okay, Mum's the word about us, except that I'm not going to hide that you and I are going steady."

"That's fine; after all, we're going to the prom."

"And I'm your partner in Denise's wedding, too."

"That's all they need to know," Alice said, apparently agreeing with me on keeping our sexual games just between us.

"Good," I said. "Now let's see how horny we can make each other."

Alice didn't respond. I waited, and then unable to contain myself I raised my voice and said, "Alice, are you there?"

"Huh? Whuh?"

"I asked you if you were ready." I hadn't, but I had forgotten what I'd said, and Alice seemed to have been day-dreaming, or worse, might have dozed off.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Donnie, I was thinking about ...."

"About what, Alice?"

"Umm, you know ...."

"I don't know, baby, tell me what you were just thinking, and I'll tell you what I was thinking about doing."

"Umm, you won't get mad?"

"I promise, I won't get mad."

In a breathless voice, she blurted out, "I ... I can't stop thinking about your ... cock." 

"Well that's nice to hear. You know, I can't get over what a fantastic body you have. And, and how nice it is to kiss you everywhere."

She giggled, and said, "You did kiss me all over and I mean all over, didn't you?"

"Actually no, I didn't. I've been thinking about what we did and I realized that I missed your toes and feet. And I should have paid more attention to your ears and neck. I will next time though."

"Oh, Donnie, that's soooo sexy!"

"Well so is hearing a girl tell you she loves your cock."

We both laughed giddily, and rushed into a deeper mode of sexual banter.

"Are you really hard right now, Donnie?"

"Yes, I'm holding it tight."

"Are you rubbing it?"

"Um, guys don't rub so much, they stroke."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

"But girls rub, don't they, Alice?"

"Mmmm. I'm rubbing now."

"Do you have a vibrator?"

"Mmmm, yeah," she said, drawing the last word out into three syllables.

I heard a faint click and then a growing buzzing sound. "Just turned it on. Can you hear it?"

My cock twitched as I replied, "Mmmm, I certainly do."

We fell silent, the only sound was the constant buzz of her vibrator.

"Donnie?" Alice said in a little girl's voice, "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with this thingy."

"I'd be delighted to help you use it, Alice."

"That would be wonderful. You'd know exactly what to do. I just know it."

"But you have to tell me how everything feels when you do."

"I can try to do that. But if I get too excited ...."

"I want to hear it. I want to hear your excitement. I promise I'll share mine with you too."

"Okay."

"All right, now lie back and imagine I'm right next to you."

"Mmmm, that's easy!"

Alice's voice was dripping sex. I wasn't sure how long I could hold off, but realized if I didn't tell her when I came, she wouldn't be the wiser.




Sensualist Ch. 05



"Just do exactly as I say." 

"I'm ready," she replied. 

"I'm there with you, but I'm not going to touch you."

"Ooooh!"

"Stop that. Just listen and follow instructions."

"Okay, me be good." She said in baby-gibberish. I kind of liked it.

"Close your eyes. You know I'm there beside you. Think of it as a kind of test. I won't, or I can't touch you, but you can think of me as you please yourself. Understand?"

"I think so, Donnie."

"Good." I was breathing harder now and having to gather myself to go on. "Now, you don't get to play with your toy, not yet. First, while you're staring at me, I want you to run your hands over your body."

"Mmmm."

"Alice!" I called out sharply.

"Yes, WHAT?" she said loudly, having realized I'd raised my voice to her.

"You forgot to tell me what you were feeling."

"Oh ... I'm sorry. I forgot."

"So tell me what you did and what you felt."

"Mmmm, yeah ... I ran my fingernails over my tummy. They were headed ... down toward my ... you know."

"You can say it, Alice," I said, prodding her along.

"I got ... I got these tingling feelings, you know, in my pussy. Good feelings ... really good feelings."

"That's good, Alice, keep going."

"I ... I just shivered. I'm moving my hands back up ... to my titties."

"Circle the nipples ... don't touch them, just rub around them in a tight circle. Do both breasts at the same time."

"Ooooh, I'm ... I'm getting wet, Donnie. I can feel myself getting wet!"

"How do those titties feel?"

"My nippie want to be squeezed ... they want to be sucked, Donnie can you please suck them?"

"No I won't do that, Alice. But rake your nails over them. Both at the same time."

There was an audible gasp. "AHHHHHH!" Followed by Alice croaking, "That's wonderful. I felt a wonderful sensation." 

"Tell me, Alice."

"It ... it went straight to my clit... I never did that before."

"That's because I'm with you now."

"Oh... stay with me always, Donnie!"

"I will, baby, I will."

"My nippies are so hard, Donnie. Won't you please suck them for me?"

I couldn't believe it. She was acting as if I were really there with her.

"No, baby, this is for you to do," I said. "Why not pinch them and pull on them? That should add to those nice feelings."

"Oh, baby! Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" Alice cooed. 

"Feels good, huh?" I said dryly, although my cock was seeping precum galore at this point.

"You sound as if you are really enjoying this, Alice, sweetie."

"My nipples," she rasped, as if not hearing my last remark, "are extremely sensitive right now."

"I can see how hard they are. And they appear to have gotten longer. Is that possible?"

"Mmmm, sometimes they get longer, yeah. Oh, I see what you mean. They are a lot longer than usual, did you do that, Donnie?"

"No, baby, you did it. But I can't wait to get you alone and work on them myself. I promise I'll try to make you cum just from playing with them."

"Is that really possible?"Alice asked.

"Denise told me she had."

Whoops, that was a mistake. I had to keep Denise out of this.

"Had you and Denise done it before last night?"

"No, no we hadn't done a thing. She did tell me that she'd been extremely horny with the wedding looming and her future husband away. And what with you and I being there along with her, she kind of led us down the path as it were. We were willing to go along with her." 

I paused and followed with, "At least I was. Were you? I mean, did you feel any pressure to---you know---go along with her?"

"Mmmm, no---I mean it seemed natural and all."

"Oh, Alice, your breasts are so beautiful ... and those nipples are so luscious. Pick up the vibrator."

I counted to three, then said, "Got it? Turn it on and bring it against one of your nipples."

"Mmmm ... OH!"

"Feel good?"

"YES! Oh, my yes!"

"Now the other."

"Ohhhh! That's soooo good!"

"Let's move on, Alice."

"Okay, Donnie."

"Run your hands lower, past your belly. Spread your thighs nice and wide."

"Mmmm, what are you going to do now?"

"Shhhhhh, I'll tell you soon enough."

"I can't believe I'm doing this---but---I'm opening my legs for you, Donnie. Do you like what you see?"

"Yes, very much."

"I'm very excited."

"I can see the juices on your vagina's lips."

"Really? Oh, wow---yeah, I'm really wet there."

"Spread yourself open for me, baby."

"Mmmm, 'kay. Like this?"

"Now describe what you're feeling."

"I... I don't know if I can" Alice stammered.

"Yes, you can. Remember you're not the only one who's excited here."

I became very focused on listening to Alice's breathing. She was almost huffing. 

"Are you masturbating, Donnie?"

"No, Alice. I am stroking myself. I have too or I'll go crazy."

"Oh, wow! I wish I was doing it for you."

"I want you to do something else for me."

"Mmmm, sure---what?"

I let my voice grow deep, and reached out to her. "Describe for me what you are doing, baby."

Suddenly she was talking and it was as if my fingers were doing the work instead of hers.

"I'm running the tips of my fingers over the inside of my thighs at the moment." Her voice broke, and after a sob, Alice continued. "Moving upwards now, like a feather duster, lightly gliding over my pussy lips."

"I bet it feels wonderful, baby."

"Mmmm, it does!"

"Don't stop talking, baby. Tell me everything your naughty hand is doing."

"Ugh! Running a finger along my slit." 

As she said the word 'slit', I groaned softly. "Yes, baby, yes!" I said, Alice would later tell me that my voice sounded dry and husky.

"Keep going, Baby!" I said, urging her on, even as the precum rolled down the head of my cock.

"Are you cumming, Donnie?"

"Yes and no."

"Yes and No?"

"I mean---I'm ready too cum. A man leaks before he cums. Like you getting wet---but you're not actually cumming."

"I see," she replied. "It's like my friend has a tear in his eye."

"Very well put, Alice. That's exactly how your friend looks."

She giggled. I like calling him my friend rather than your cock. It seems more ... intimate."

She didn't say anything for a minute.

"Are you there?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh, I was ---am still fingering myself."

"Use the vibrator as soon as you're all juicy."

A moment passed. "Alice?"

"Hmmm?"

"Tell me what you're doing?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm looking at myself in the mirror here. I have my legs drawn up and I'm holding myself wide open with one hand and feeding the vibrator in with the other."

"And how's that working out?"

"I'm err, just starting out, Donnie. This thingy has a kind of tongue on it for umm, stimulating my clit."

"Sounds wonderful."

"Mmmm, it certainly is. Not as good as you when you get down there, but it is good."

"Go to it, Alice!" I said encouragingly, and waited for her reply.

It took about a minute, but then I heard her grunt and then moan. I envisioned her using the toy on herself and got very close to cumming. I found that I was forced to squeeze the base of my shaft hard to quell the rising tide of orgasm.

I suddenly realized Alice was telling me more about her adventure. "I'm awfully close, Donnie. Awfully close!"

My ears perked up as they detected the faint sound of a vibrator's buzzing. 

"I don't know ... I think I'm gonna...."

"Alice!" I called out sharply.

"Yeah?"

"Put the head of the vibrator on your clit."

"Mmmm....OH, GOD! OH, GOD!"

She appeared lost in the joyful sensations the toy was delivering. I lay back and began stroking myself rapaciously. Before I knew it my hips were rising and falling with a rapidity that startled me, but I continued stroking my suddenly pulsing cock with a tightly clenched fist and then came like Vesuvius, spewing bodily made lava over my hand, sheets and pillow case as a long low growl flowed from my throat as my body peaked in wondrous bliss.

From off in the distance I heard Alice cry out: "THERE! I'M THERE!" She was gasping, trying to form the words to describe her orgasms for me. 

"Fingers all ... wet!

"Couldn't stop," she stopped because she couldn't breathe—caught her breath and continued—"if I wanted too."

"Don't stop, baby!" I managed to gasp in a low, raspy voice.

"OH YES---CUMMING!"

I could only imagine her clamping her cunt down on the vibrator as she had my cock the day before. My cock twitched, almost ready for another round. I tried my best to ignore it, but couldn't refrain from wringing the remaining sperm from it with several more vigorous jerks. 

It took me another minute to calm down enough to realize I had dropped the phone. The only sounds I heard now were faint whimpers of pleasure coming over the line. 

I picked it up and shared my own heavy breathy sounds.

"Are you there?" I asked.

"I'm here," Alice's shaky voice replied. 

"That was fantastic," I said.

"It would have been even better if you really were here with me," Alice said.

"I know," I replied, "But we'll get together soon baby, right after the wedding, and maybe even during the wedding." But I knew as soon as I'd uttered the words that nothing would happen at the wedding. My so called dance card was already full.

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I saw Alice at school the next morning, and asked if she wanted to go out later that afternoon or to a movie that night. She happily agreed to both, but only if her parents agreed.

When I called her after school, she was crying and told me her parents had insisted she was too young to date. (They were adamant about it, claiming that 19 was the proper age for dating.) We talked for a while, but I didn't want to get worked up with the phone sex Alice suggested we try again. I begged off, and decided to see what my sister Maureen was up too.

I went up to her room only to hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. Of course, she was making up for lost time with Barney! 

I felt only the slightest pang of jealousy, and walked on to Denise's room and paused before knocking. I hadn't seen her downstairs. Frank wasn't back from his trip. She had to be in her room, but was she alone? God forbid if my mother was with her. They might be trying on the wedding dress, or some such thing having to do the pending wedding.

I went to my room and tried the ubiquitous peephole---Denise was there all right, legs spread and shoving a dildo up her snatch while grunting softly. I took my cock out and stroked it several times until it was hard---rock hard. Then I went to her door and knocked softly.

"Yes?" she called out.

"It's me," I called out so that only she could hear. 

I heard a rustle, a drawer closing, and knew she'd hidden the dildo. She opened the door a crack, saw my shaft already poking its head into the room and opened the door wide enough for the rest of me to slip into the room.

Holding me by the arm, Denise whisked me over to the bed, had me climb up and lay back, then quickly mounted me, shoving my member deep inside her squishy cunt.

I didn't have to do a thing. She fucked me just like I'd watched Jeremy Robert's rabbits go at it the year before at his house. She rode me like I was the last cock in the world; she hadn't bothered to take her dress off, just climbed over me and dropped down on my shaft and took off.

When she was done---and I mean when she was done-–she just sat there for minute, taking long deep breathes like she had just finished running a marathon, and perhaps she had.

Then she smiled the sweetest smile and asked if I wanted another lesson in the ways of females. 

Of course I did---and just like that I gained another advantage over my fellowmen, and of course, the numerous women I would encounter in the next few years.

"Well, Donald, I'm pleased that you let me make use of you without making any demands for me giving you gratification of any kind. I expect you sensed it. You have this innate thing about you that clues you in on just what your partner wants."

"Oh, I don't know about that," I protested.

"Shush ... sometime all a woman wants is a little hug; sometimes just a willing ear."

I was nodding as her words reached my brain.

"Sometimes all they want is a pat on the ass and a maybe little lick. Other times they may want your cock in their mouth. They don't always want the man to paw them, or caressing them. And another thing---for a woman, making the man cum is like showering them with praise. We can actually get off on it. It's like telling us we're beautiful and very sexy. After watching a guy cum, most women have a kind of glow about them. And I should add that for most women just hearing specifics of what parts of them turns you on, will turn them on as well."

She looked at me with an assured yet half-cocked smile and I knew this is all she was going to say for the moment. She also showed no interest in any further sex.

So I decided to test her theory, and showed her my cock, reenergized and ready to go. Her eyes widened with obvious pleasure. "Why Donnie, I believe you want me for something other than conversation."

"Well I'd hate to waste it, Denise."

"Don't, but please don't make any unnecessary noise. That slut you call a sister is fucking someone's brains out next door."

I hadn't heard anything coming from Maureen's room since entering Denise's bedroom, but then again perhaps she was working on Barney to get him ready again.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'll do my best, Denise," as I slid my cock into her cum-filled cunt. She rode me to her own orgasm and had another when I finally came. I went soft for a time after that and we talked some more.

I told her of the continued difficulty I was having in seeing Alice. She agreed that it was a difficult situation, but told me to look at it from the long-term perspective rather than the short-term.

"Why?"

"You'll see her at the wedding, and again at the Prom. That's two opportunities for the two of you. I said long-term because you're both headed off to college. Aren't you scheduled to visit Athens and the University in a month or so?"

I nodded my head. I was going to spend a week there, possibly longer, looking for a place to live, my mother wanted to buy a townhouse from which she might pay me the occasional visit. She also wanted me removed somewhat from the 'ordinary' people attending the school. 

I found her views distasteful, but said nothing about it, knowing full well I would and could associate with anyone I wanted once I was on my own.

But Denise hadn't really answered my question, and I rephrased it.

"Are you in love with Alice?"

"No, I don't think so."

"You're hot for her then, right?"

"Yeah, that's more what it is."

"Well, Donnie, Alice is like a box of chocolates, you sample a few pieces, and then you find the box is empty. So what do you do?"

"Buy another box of chocolates?" I said.

"Right. Women are like buses. One will come along every few minutes. Alice is just one of many. Maybe the two of you will meet again. Quite possible here in town during spring break, or the holidays, and you'll pick up where you left off. Or quite possibly you'll meet her after she's married and nothing will come of it; or maybe it might. But in any event, other women will be readily available, and you'll find comfort in that."

"Will you be one of them, Denise?"

"I'll always be available to you, Donnie. You won't always want me."

I started to protest, but she waved me off.

"Women age badly, Donnie dearest. You'll have your pick, and I know you'll go elsewhere. That's life. But we'll probably have another time or two left to us after the wedding. The family usually gets together for funerals and weddings, and you have two sisters ... and yourself, so there's that."

I took her in my arms and kissed her everywhere, and then we fucked ourselves silly.

Afterward we were a sticky mess, Denise was already sleeping and I slowly left her bed , and with a towel pressed against my groin, stealthily left Denise's room for my own.

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My sister Maureen all but ignored me the next morning, keeping Barney close at hand whenever I was in the same room. I wondered if she felt some form of guilt, having made enough noise cavorting in her bed with him the night before, or perhaps she was trying to make me jealous. In either case, I didn't care very much, for I was still trying to figure a way to get my hands on Alice again.

I still had to go to school, and drove there, arriving about twenty minutes late, completely missing homeroom period. I made the appropriate apologies and raced to my first class, apologized again, and was surprised the instructor accepted it without comment.

I assumed the fact that I had never been late before factored in on this, as well as my being a model student in all other respects.

Between classes, I caught up with Alice. She was walking with Lillian Travers, a good-looking girl in her own right. Lillian was going steady with Phil Umbrect, captain of the basketball team. Everyone thought them an ideal couple, I among them.

Alice gave me a big smile and then a hug, invited me to walk with them, which I did. On reaching the chemistry lab, Alice turned in, but not before giving me another, even tighter hug, and saying that she wished we could go for the ride I'd promised her. Then she vanished into the lab, leaving Lillian and me standing there.

"She really likes you," Lillian said a moment later. "Yeah, I like her too," I replied. There was a brief pause as we resumed walking to our next class, which we shared. As casually as I could, I checked out Lillian's attributes: More than pretty, nice smile, breasts that went somewhere and very nice legs.

"You know, Donald, I like you too"

That comment caught me off guard and I could only reply---"Really?" Like a sophomoric moron.

Then I realized that Alice must have confided more than I'd thought to her, for Lillian followed with, "If Alice can't---well, I'd love to go for a ride with you, Donnie."

"She'd never called me that before. I sensed there was something happening and it was important that I answer correctly. Was this a trap the two girls had set for me? Or was Lillian really interested in me sexually? I decided that right or wrong, Alice had told Lillian about, or at least some portion of our night together, and Lillian wanted to see if I was as good as advertised.

"Sure, I said, "How about this afternoon after school?"

"That'd be great!" she yelped and having reached our class, she nudged me with her hip, and said, "You won't regret it," and quickly moved to her seat on the opposite side of the class from mine. 

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Lillian was an exhibitionist---I believe there's a little bit of exhibitionist in most of us, but I think she went that extra yard to show herself off. What I mean is, she didn't enter the car in a lady-like manner when I held the door, instead as she got in she opened her legs providing me with a gander at her upper thighs, and I could imagine her counting – one-two—before closing them as I shut the door. 

We started off with a little small talk: school, friends, especially Alice, even some family stuff; her brother, my sisters, like that. 

Lillian was leaning half against the door in the front seat, until I coaxed her closer; not that it took much in the way of coaxing. Within two or three minutes I was gently rubbing the back of her neck as we cruised down the boulevard headed toward the State Park in which I planned to park and see what developed with Lillian.

We both felt the sexual tension in the air; but we were laughing and I went from rubbing her neck to pulling on her hair.

"You think you're a cave man, Donald?" She said with a laugh. 

"When I'm in a cave, yeah," I answered and we both laughed. "Doesn't Phil pull your hair?"




Sensualist Ch. 05



"Noooo," she replied coyly. "But I don't mind you doing it."

I found an isolated space and parked. "Nice view," Lillian said letting her hand drop onto my thigh.

I pulled her hair a little harder.

"Ow! Hey cave man, go easy!" she yelped, but made no other protest.

"We're in my cave now," I said.

"I like your cave, Donald," she said, "but I don't feature going to class tomorrow with a big bald spot." She giggled, "I'd look more like my Dad than my Mom to show she wasn't mad at me, Lillian gave my thigh a squeeze.

"That's nice," I said, not distinguishing between the cave man comment and the fact that she had just squeezed my thigh.

We kissed, then kissed again. I felt her breasts pressed firmly against my chest.

Out of the blue, Lillian asked, "Is it true?" 

"Is what true?"

"Umm, what they say about you."

"What is it they're saying?"

"You know," she replied evasively, but squeezed my thigh again.

"I don't know. So tell me what they say," I covered her hand with mine and moved it to the point at which the edge of her hand came into contact with my now very prominent hard on.

She kissed me, and I knew she was stalling, trying to come up with an answer.

Since I knew what she was alluding to, I gave her the opportunity to tell me without embarrassing herself or anyone else. I lifted my hand off hers and her hand slowly moved over the side of my cock and squeezed it. 

Lillian gave out a soft, but forceful "OHHH!" of satisfaction.

"Don't stop now," I said.

Her fingertips explored the length of my dick, and back again.

"So what is it that they say about me?"

There was a pregnant pause before Lillian spoke, but when she did her voice had changed to a more husky tenor. "They say," She rasped dryly, "that you're a really big boy."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I was truly puzzled by her comments at first; I had no idea my reputation had spread over to the girl's side of the school.

"Umm, don't take this wrong, but they say that you're really hung."

"Am I?"

Her fingers lightly ran the length of me. "Mmmm, yes, next to my Phil you're the Jolly Green Giant."

We both had to laugh at that, and I went on to say, "Let's celebrate that discovery with a kiss, shall we?" I said, putting an arm around her shoulders.

While we kissed, I let my free hand open several button on her blouse, then stuck a hand inside and cupped a bra encased breast. 

Eventually we stopped kissing and took a moment to examine each other. "You like what you see, Donald?"

"Yes, but I'd like to see more of you," I said as I freed her breasts from the bra; letting them rest on its silky material. She had huge areolas that covered half her breasts. I bent to them and sucked. Lillian shivered and placed the palm of one hand on my neck holding me in place, until it was time for me to sample the other breast.

"You know how to treat a woman's breasties, honey," she hissed in my ear. "This isn't your first time, is it?"

"Actually it is. I've never got this far with Alice. I haven't had the opportunity."

Lillian said, "Really?" But I sensed she really doubted me.

"Did Alice tell you otherwise?" I said, trying to sound confused, but continued playing with her breasts.

"No, she said she was frustrated in that you two couldn't get together and do something."

"We've kissed once or twice, but that's about it. I haven't gone out with any other girls at school."

"Are you a virgin, Donald?"

"That's not a nice question to ask a guy, Lillian."

"Answer it anyway."

"Yes, I am."

"I thought so ... well, can I see it?"

"Will you suck it?"

"Yes," she said licking her lips hungrily.

"Be my guest, Lillian," and I parted my legs allowing her free access to my cock.

Her fingers drew my zipper down and freed my cock from its confinement. I gave her a chance to look it over, and she did, running her thumb over the head and murmuring that it felt like silk; then moving to the shaft and letting just her fingertips to glide up and down provide a series of sensations I hadn't felt before in all the stroking my cock had had.

"We should get in the back," I groaned.

"Not yet," she moaned and kissed the head of my dick, her tongue dipping into the pee- hole and sampling the precum oozing from it.

I yanked her hair and pulled her face away from my cock and up to my mouth and I kissed her.

I wanted to do it, and it was apparently the perfect thing to do at the time. Lillian responded with a hunger that was ferocious---her tongue leapt into my mouth, licked at my teeth and gums while at the same time stroking me almost the way I'd have done myself.

Breaking the kiss, she growled, "Jesus, I could get off doing this!"

"You want too?" I shot back.

"Mmmm, maybe, but they're other things we can do too, you know?"

Since my cock was already drooling, I think I knew what she meant, and said so, letting my fingertips cross the line from her skirt to pantyhose covered thigh.

Lillian gave a sharp intake of breath, and then laughed lewdly.

I reached around the side of the seat and released the recline lever, easing Lillian back.

"You work fast, didn'tcha?"

"Don't want you cooling off on me, Lillian."

"No need to worry on that account. I'm hot for you, Don, really I am."

We kissed and she tried her best to swallow my tongue. I ended the kiss and saw that her skirt had worked its way up to her hips.

"Are you wearing crotchless pantyhose?" I asked.

"No silly, why?" But she didn't need me to answer. Raising her hips she reached up and slowly worked the hose down, pausing to kick her shoes off and then carefully pulled the hose the rest of the way.

I saw her bush covered cunt then, for she hadn't bothered wearing panties under the pantyhose. It was a mesmerizing sight.

Reaching down between her legs, I spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers and stared at the glimpse of pink flesh.

"Oh my God ... you sure you've never ...."

"I'm going on instincts, Lillian."

"Trust them; you're headed in the right direction, Donnie."

"But I have to have another taste of your tit's first," and lowered my mouth to her silver dollar sized areolas and worked them hard. Lillian's excitement was palpable under the pressure of my mouth and lips from the pressure she was exerting on my throbbing prick with both her hands.

"Don't you cum on me," she moaned as I bit her swollen nipple.

"I won't, even if I did, I can get it up again."

"Yeah, bull shit. That's what Phil says---every time. One and done, that's my Phil. That's all you guys!"

She jerked slightly as I sent my middle finger into her, but didn't stop me. Having parted her thick bush I could make out the inverted V of her opening and the jut of her clit.

Lillian looked at me with a cocked smile, and I gave her an expectant smile, just like I did this every day–-just as normal as a conversation in study hall.

I reached up and palmed her nipple with my free hand. It was soft and hard at the same time. Just touching it made me hard enough to cum. I felt the underside of her breasts, and lightly moved the pad of my thumb over the tip of her left nipple, easier to touch from her right side. 

Lillian closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and strained to focus on my cock, closing down on the head and sucking me perfectly.

I abandoned her breasts and went between her legs.

"Mmmm," she moaned happily, still sucking away at my crown. My big finger started making slow circles between her rapidly dampening labia. She stopped sucking me, closed her eyes and moved her hands to just above her knees as if to support herself. 

"Oh"—she said, and then "Fuck!"

She looked at me with another half-cocked smile and licked her lips. I now had two fingers making a slow circle around her clit. Her clit moved above and below them. It poked like a little purple penis and was glistening. I never looked at what my fingers were doing, but stared at her face; into her eyes.

"How did you know ...?"

I looked right up at her face like I was hanging on every word. "Lady Chatterley's Lover," I said. "I read it four times. Some parts more than that."

The muscles in her abdomen give a quick spasm. Her eyes opened and so did her mouth, but nothing came out for a long time, and then she barked, "Oh, shit!" and began moving her pelvis as fast as she could, back and forth on my fingers.

Lillian shuddered, bit her lower lip and rubbed her pussy against my fingers.

"Gonna ...."

"What baby?" I asked soothingly, keeping my fingers in play.

Her fingers curled around my cock and squeezed. What an exquisite sensation that brought. Denise had taught me something in our love making and that was to let the lady do whatever she wants to and keep it all about her.

In a grating voice, she rasped, "Gonna ...." again.

"Go on, Lil, you have a nice cum. I'll make you cum again, I promise."

Lillian snorted, and then inhaled sharply. "Naugh---don't make me fucking laugh, Donnie--OH, I'M FUCKIN' CUMMIN'"

But she began to laugh anyway. I started pressing on her clit. She made a series of little sharp squeals as she came laughing. Watching her come like that, thighs parted, able to do nothing but ride it and laughing at the same time, was the sexiest and most beautiful thing I had ever seen---I knew I'd never get tired of seeing that. Never. I almost came with her.

Traces of her orgasm dribbled through my fingers as I let her continue riding them. Lillian's hair fell across her face, all but obliterating it from my view. I was more interested in looking at her cunt than her face at the moment, but still, a woman's facial expression at such times is more than interesting in and of itself.

Unable to contain myself, I went down on her; had her gasping breathlessly the moment my tongue slithered into her slippery wetness.

I positioned myself so that my nose rubbed against her clit with every lap I gave her. Moments later I had to swallow some the juices gushing out of her from my tongue's work.

I heard her grunt and lifted my face from her now sloppy cunt and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She was caressing her breasts, and I noticed that both nipples were rock hard and red from where she'd been rubbing them. 

I sent three fingers into her wet hole, finger fucking her and had her cumming a second time within seconds.

"Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" she gasped. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

"Making you cum. Why is something the matter?"

"No! It's---it's just ...."

"Aren't I supposed to make you cum like this?" I started rubbing her clit with my thumb.

"Yes, but---yes, but nobody's ever---FUCK ... I'm cumming again!"

Lillian's breathless gasps turned into a continuous moan and I fingered her as deeply and quickly as I could. I was panting myself as she let out a long, low groan, followed by a spurt of cum that ran down my hand and onto my wrist.

I quickly lowered my head and plunged my tongue back into her, lapping up the juice adhering to her labia and beyond. Within a minute I felt her pelvis tense and her hips shot up. I had to hold on tight in order to shove my tongue back into her as deep as it would go.

"Oh, my fucking God!" she screamed. 

I gave Denise silent thanks for teaching me the basics in going down on a woman before continuing with Lillian.

"Am I doing it right, Lillian?"

"Huh? Um, yeah, real good!"

I raised my head, mainly to catch my breath, but I left three fingers masturbating her. She moved as if to sit up, but let her body relax back again. And so again I stepped up the pace of my finger fucking. Four fingers, easily lubricated, slid in and out of her. I rubbed her clit with my left thumb and smiled to myself as I heard her panting.

She was close to another orgasm and began pushing her hips towards my fingers ensuring that each stroke filled her. I decided to try to get my entire hand in her and folded my thumb under my fingers. Using my free hand I opened her even wider than she already was.

Huh? What?"

"Relax, Lil, I'll make you cum again," I said soothingly.

"Okay ... yeah, make me cum again."

Twisting my wrist to get the right angle, I raised my head and made eye contact with her. She formed an expression of wonderment as I pushed my entire hand into her cunt.

"Oh, shit!" she huffed. "You---you've filled me up!"

I kept at it until I felt her labia close around my wrist. Her body tensed again, and she lifted herself up towards me. Her eyes were wide open and she was shaking her head.

"Oh... fuck... fuck... that's... it!"

Her body spasmed as she experienced what had to have been a tumultuous orgasm. I kept twisting my hand back and forth in her for about twenty seconds as she shuddered against me, clearly cumming continuously.

I pulled my hand out and a flow of pussy juice seeped from between her cunt lips. As politely as possible, I leant down and licked up as much as I could.

Lillian sighed and gently pushed me away, obviously more than satisfied.

"You're fuckin' amazing," she gasped as I grinned up at her.

"So, I did good?"

"I never thought ... I never imagined cumming like that."

"Let's hop into the back seat, Lil," I said calmly and quietly.

She looked at me as if to say, was I kidding, or what?

I shook my cock in her face, and said, "I need to cum too, Lillian."

She started at it for several seconds and started to drool.

Wiping her face with a forearm, she met my eyes and said meekly, "Okay, how do you want to do it?"

"Ladies choice," I said and we both laughed as she climbed gracefully into the back seat. I followed, less gracefully, and she had me lay on my back and straddled me, closed her eyes and slowly sank down on my pole.

When she opened her eyes again we were fucking. She looked down at me with that half-cocked smile and I knew this was what she'd been looking for from me.

I didn't disappoint her. I came quickly enough, but never let on since I didn't go soft. She rode me to another orgasm and then another time when I told her I was cumming and did before pausing to catch my breath.

I told her someday I would write about her. She said, "Make me beautiful and don't mention that I wear glasses."

"I didn't know you wore glasses, Lillian," I replied.

"They're in my purse. I hate the things, but I gotta wear em to see."

"Meet me after school tomorrow, I'll fix that," I said.

"How?"

"I'll get you contacts. I can afford them, don't worry."

"But that cost's around $300 or so."

"I said I can afford it, and I can."

"You're a sweet guy, Donnie. Alice is lucky to have you."

"You won't mention our little get together, will you?"

"No, but I have to say something... I mean, how can I not? I mean, like I've got to tell someone how much I came."

"Nope, I expect you to keep it to yourself."

"But you were a hundred times better than Phil!"

She started to say something else, but stopped. "You---you can't be hard again!"

I grinned at her. "I am, let's fuck some more," I said and laughed.

I slipped back inside her and continued growing thicker.

"Oh, God---I love this feeling...."

"Describe it for me," I said.

"It's---it's like so sexy ... I guess it's the closest I can get to having a cock of my own and feeling it grow, you know?"

"Yeah," I answered, for there were no other words that came to me.

We fucked, writhing about the back seat for another twenty minutes or so. We were both sticky with our comingled mess, and although we were both in need of a shower we made do by wiping our privates off with a box of tissues my mother had inadvertently left in the car.

The following day I picked Lillian up after school and drove to the local optometrist who gladly tested Lillian's eyesight, and gave her a prescription, which Lillian had filled out at the front counter. 

Back at the park, blinking from the unaccustomed contacts she gazed lovingly at my throbbing cock. 

"I wanna suck it," she said, "and then you can put it in any hole you want."

I gave her twenty minutes to play with it. She was content to lick and suck it, even taking my balls into her mouth and making me feel pretty good.

After I came—she insisted on spitting my sperm out onto the grass---I had her lie face down on the back seat. 

"What are you ...?"

"You told me I could have any hole I wanted, didn't you?"

"Yeah but I didn't think...."

"I've never done it this way, have you?" I asked.

"If you mean my butt, no, I've never let Phil anywhere close."

"But you're gonna let me in there aren't you?"

She sighed. "Yeah, I suppose I am. I mean, you're pretty good at this kind of stuff. Why not?"

I began by kneading her gorgeous ass cheeks. I massaged her ass for several minutes and had her writhing about and wanting more.

I tickled her asshole and made her giddy with lust.

"It's gonna hurt. I know it's gonna hurt," she said several times.

"I've got some stuff that will help, see?" I said and let her see the tube of KY-Jelly I was squeezing out into my palm.

"Use a lot of that shit,' she said and laughed lewdly.

"I know a girl tried this, but couldn't stand it. She said she agreed to blow him and his buddies instead of doing anal."

"Did she?"

"I guess," Lillian said matter-of-factly.

I applied a generous dosage of lubricant to her asshole and even more to my cock. I had already spread two towels out on the backseat to avoid stains.

"Here goes," I said and slowly inserted my middle finger.

Lillian accepted it without comment.

"I'm going to add another to open you wider," I said, and did, causing her to grunt as it sank into her.

"Did that hurt?"

"No, not really. It's not comfy, not at all, but let's just see how that dick of yours feels."

Before long my fingers were moving easily in and out of Lillian's thoroughly lubed asshole. I lifted her up by her hips until her ass was in the air as she rested her head on the toweled car seat. She looked beautiful with her shapely ass in the air and I knew that I just had to have it. I removed my fingers, wiped them off on the towel and positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her ass. As I eased my cock into her ass Lillian groaned.

"I won't hurt you ... much," I promised.

As I eased my cock into her ass, she groaned again. "It's so big ...." She groaned plaintively.

The head slipped past her sphincter with Lillian merely uttering a curse and low moan.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Of course it hurts," she roared back at me. "Keep going, you're almost there."

I decided to pause and even backed out to add additional lube. 

"Are you quitting?" Lillian asked hopefully.

"No, gonna try again.

"Well, okay," she said, and raised her ass back up.

I went at her in a methodical manner. Working into her an inch at a time, then pausing before trying again. After about fifteen minutes I was soaked with sweat and had ¾'s of my shaft embedded in her.

If I hadn't cum once already I certainly would have cum by this point, but as it was I had one of those last all nighters' going for me. I decided to keep fucking away and reach as deeply as possible that way. I didn't know how far I'd get, and wanting her to enjoy it as much as possible, I reached around and began rubbing her clit.

She liked it, and told me so.

I told her how good she looked in this position with my cock jammed in her luscious ass. Lillian laughed wantonly at me and told me that I was just being silly.

Moments later, I felt my orgasm start down in my balls and rush up through my cock to explode in Lillian's asshole. I must have cum about a pint or more, for Lillian's rectum was certainly flooded out, coating my cock and running down her thighs. I was grateful for the towels later when thinking about the mess avoided.





Sensualist Ch. 05



We collapsed on the seat and rolled to our sides with my cock still imbedded in Lillian's ass. Eventually I softened and slipped from her asshole with an audile pop.

I had one more night before the wedding and with Lillian's approval, paid her a visit without her parents knowing. But we were caught all the same. I had eaten her to two orgasms and she had blown me once. Well, actually she blew me first. At any rate, I wanted her sweet ass again and had her bent over the sofa with her ass lubed up and found her much easier to penetrate this time. There I was, pounding away into her lovely ass, when the lights went on, and I saw Lillian's parents standing in the doorway with their mouths agape. I was on the verge of a massive cum shot, so when I pulled out, my cock spewed cum all over Lillian's bare buttocks.

Her parents were speechless as they watched my cock unleash its fury. I noticed that Lillian's mother stared at my pulsating cock almost in awe. Then Lillian's father screamed for me to get out of the house and never return. I pulled up my pants and rushed out of the house as he began slapping poor Lillian on the ass.

A call to my mother followed and I was forbidden to see Lillian again. My mother never told me what Lillian's parents said happened. And she never mentioned it again, but she did emphasize that I was never to be alone with "that girl" again. What I found puzzling was that she never mentioned Alice, but then what did I know of women, really?



Sensualist Ch. 06



A Tiff with Sis - Showering Together - Wedded Bliss - A Voyeuristic Treat - My First Goodbye Fuck

The day before Denise's wedding I finally caught up with my sister Maureen in our swimming pool. Almost everyone else was out tending to last minute details.

"It was just an accident," Maureen said, whipping her brown hair so that it flew through the air to land sinuously over her breasts while conspicuously avoiding looking me in the eye. 

She was referring to our fucking earlier in the week. 

"What are you talking about?" I said, trying to force it out of her.

"You know..." Her voice faded to nothing. It seemed when it came to sexual matters Maureen was more bluster than substance.

All I knew was that she'd been the one to initiate the sex with me; and had done so twice. She'd been the one whose frantic fucking had caused Denise to call her a slut. She'd been the one to follow me when I went for a jog the following morning and happily fucked me silly in the woods just off the jogging path.

My eyes burned as I sank silently into the water and swam a lap before swimming up to her underwater and noticed the suck marks on her inner thighs, and the pinpoint bruises on her ass.

I rose up in front of her as our younger sister Ashley trotted out in a skimpy bikini that our mother would have raised hell about her wearing had she known about it. 

I climbed out of the pool before she could challenge me to a race.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Ashley said deprived of a race she would have lost. She waved me away and dived into the water.

I picked up my towel and headed inside. I heard footsteps on the tile behind me. Maureen.

"Wait..." She hadn't bothered with a towel. 

The cooler air had hardened her nipples. My eyes were fixed on them as I waited for her to join me. Over her shoulder I saw Ashley swimming laps as was her daily routine. Ashley, like me, was a swimmer. Maureen hadn't given it the effort required to be a competitive swimmer. With her figure she didn't need to do anything but don a good-looking suit.

A drop of water rolled off her nipple causing my lips to pucker. Her innocent girl expression pissed me off.

Softly so that Ashley couldn't hear me, I said, "Fuck you, Mo; it was no accident that we went at it two days running."

"I don't owe you anything, Donnie," Maureen said, speaking even lower than I had. "I had an argument with Barney. Call it a revenge fuck, I don't know."

"Revenge fucks don't mean lying in wait the next day to waylay your brother," I spat out.

"Hey, you guys!" Ashley called from the side of the pool. "What's wrong? Are you two arguing again?"

"Not really, Ash," I called over Mo's shoulder.

Maureen turned and said, "It's the same old same old. He doesn't like Barney."

"Sheesh, you guys," Ashley said and turned away to swim another lap or two.

"I'm going to shower, Mo, no need to follow me any further. But I'd like to know where Barney is," I said 

"He's sleeping another drunk off if you must know."

I shook my head from side to side as if clearing water from my ears. "Another drunk? Where do you find these guys?"

Maureen looked deflated at that, maybe I'd managed to hurt her feelings. I told myself I didn't care, but I did.

I turned away and walked to the house, not bothering to look back. Had I done so, I would have seen Mo take a quick look at her sister, still doing laps in the pool, and then run after me, catching up and blocking me from going up the stairs.

"I told you once, Mo, I'm taking a shower. She tried to touch my face, but I twisted away. Her eyes told me everything I wanted to know, and I felt sick to my stomach.

I walked past her and up the stairs. She stared up at me, but said nothing.

I stepped into the shower and let the water pound the feeling back into my skin. The water was so hot I almost scalded myself before lowering the temperature.

Mo whipped the shower curtain aside with an over-dramatic flourish. Her face was flushed. For that matter, her entire body was flushed. My skin was red from the hot water, and we stood facing one another until Mo pointed at my chest and we began to laugh at one another.

"I'm sorry, Mo. I didn't mean to be insensitive."

"Um, well I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I brought Barney home because I-I didn't know how I'd get through the week without sex. I-I need it, Donnie. And-and I need it with you."

I couldn't take my eyes off her teary face. 

Unconsciously I ran the sea sponge over my chest. Maureen's eyes followed the pearlescent trail of bubbles to my belly and between my legs. Finally, I managed to turn away, and then bent to scrub my legs, rubbing the sponge between my legs and over my cock and balls. 

I felt the bones of her hips press against my ass. She reached around and pinched my left nipple. It was very painful.

"Don't ... please."

Then her mouth was on my neck and her hand between my legs, cupping my balls.

"Mo!"

"Let me make it up to you, baby..." the words came from her mouth in a rush and sounded like she'd hissed them. Now both hands encircled me, and played with my nipples. The pain vanished into pleasure. A pair of firm breasts applied a tantalizing pressure to my shoulder blades.

Maureen left a nipple and sent a finger into my ass, cooing in my ear all the while.

A downward glance told me I was rock hard.

Still fingering my ass, Mo sent her free hand in search of my cock, found it and said huskily, "Ooooh, what have we here? You mustn't be all that mad at me, hmmmm?" 

She bit into the hollow of my neck. My anus tightened around her finger. 

Dropping to her knees behind me, my sister growled, "Stick that ass out for me."

I did. Her finger pulled out of me only to be replaced by her tongue. I let out the loudest groan imaginable from the surge of pleasure I felt as she licked away at my anal cavity. She had my cock in hand, fisting me and giggling as her mouth sucked at my rectum.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I said, bewildered by her crude but effective actions in arousing me.

"Would you believe another girl taught me?"

"Yes, I would,"

"College is very enlightening, Donnie."

"I can't wait to find my way to the fount of knowledge," I said, wanting to touch her sensitive parts but unable to for the moment.

"Have you fucked, Alice yet?"

"No, I haven't. But only because her parents won't let her out of the house."

"Oh, you're that confident she'll open her legs for you when you get her away from them?"

"Yes-well, pretty sure."

"She's got a nice body on her. Maybe we'll find ourselves in a threesome."

I laughed, but began to imagine us doing just that. "It would be something else, wouldn't it, sis?"

"It won't happen, sweetie. I don't want anyone , and I mean anyone learning about the two of us."

"Yeah, you're right."

She was jerking me off at a faster pace. I told her I was going to cum soon, and she slowed down, almost stopped.

"Let's switch places, Donnie."

I went to my knees and Mo braced herself against either side of the showerhead controls. I was now looking right at her ass. "Bend a little more," I said, and she did.

I sighed into her asshole. Mo Giggled and wiggled her ass at me. I reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit. Mo groaned happily.

I slapped her ass with my other hand.

"Ouch!" she barked. She turned her head to look back at me, and with a smoldering look said, "That hurt!"

I slapped her ass again and again.

"Please," she said in a small voice.

"Please what?" I said harshly, for I was enjoying my initial foray into BDSM although I didn't realize it at the time.

"May I have another?" she added, still using the tiny voice. I gave her five more slaps, each one harder than its predecessor. Each slap brought out a grunt from my sister, but that was all. I tested her cunt with a finger. It was sopping wet and not from the shower, which I had just shut off.

I sent three fingers into her, curling them up as if beckoning her toward me. I found her g-spot and massaged it. Her knees buckled and she started to cum, squirting a torrent of fluid out of her cunt. Her sexual scent was as strong as her lust and I fingered her to a second consecutive orgasm.

"JESUS!" Maureen moaned, "WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT?"

"Would you believe I read it in a book?" I said using essentially the same line she'd used on me earlier.

"A book? You learned how to find that place in a fucking book?"

"Where else? You think I dreamed it up?"

"No-no, not at all-but..."

"You thought you'd seen it all, Mo?"

"Donnie-you're not being fair!"

"Tell you what, Mp, I haven't tried this, but if you're willing why don't we see if I can hit that spot again, only this time with my dick?"

She gave me a look that said I was crazy. But what came out of her mouth was entirely different. "You think?"

"Why not?"

"Let's get it on then, bro!" And, still on her knees, Maureen positioned herself so that her ass was facing me and I could take her from behind. I thought it would be nice to have her moaning and possibly cumming before I fucked her, so I went down on her, groaning into her cunt, I tongued and sucked at her until she was shuddering non-stop.

I took her swollen clit between my lips, felt it twitch and made her cum a moment later.

"OH, GOD!" she wailed as my cock entered her for the first time. Once again I took hold of her hair and pulled viciously on it.

"Yes...make it hurt," she groaned. I pinched the tip of her right nipple, and snarled into her ear, "Don't tell me what to do!"

Mo turned her head to look at me and I saw that her pupils were dilated and her mouth had gone slack as I began pumping into her with such a rapid force that her head started bouncing off the shower tiles.

Mo hardly noticed.

My cock located her spot.

I felt her stiffen against me.

I jackhammered her for about twenty seconds and as I tired I noted that her cunt was pulsing around my dick as she came hard.

I thought I heard something outside the shower stall, but the quick glance afforded me told me nothing.

Later I searched my memory about that point in time and could have sworn I heard someone's voice gasping, "OH," in surprise. But I couldn't be sure. Time would pass, but in a year's time I would learn just what happened.

Meanwhile, I continued pounding away at my sister and she trembled and shivered until overcome by a mind blowing orgasm. I went right on fucking her through the intensity of her climax, enjoying almost as much as she did. We reached a point where she went limp; at least it seemed that way, but looking back Mo had kept her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, so perhaps she was very much aware of what was going on at the moment.

I mention it only because just as I was about to cum, she moaned out, "Don't cum in me. Cum on me, pull out and shoot your stuff all over me!"

I did as she asked, lightly pressing her shoulders down so that she went to a kneeling position-and exploded in her face. The second, third, and fourth lines jettisoned from my cock to land on her neck, breasts and navel.

I found it distasteful at first for it demeaned my sister. But when I saw Mo's reaction I realized it was something other than degrading; for Mo's imagination was stimulated by it. I realized she considered it an honor, a great honor and after looking at it for a short time, she began smearing it everywhere, and tasting it too. 

She looked up at me, wide-eyed, and thanked me profusely. She attempted to suck me back to a hardened state, by I was tired, and despite the efforts of her sex swollen mouth, I pushed her away before my cock rose up again.

I helped her towel herself dry and she slipped out of my room to return to hers.

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The wedding the following morning was a simple straight-forward affair. With dawn's early light it seemed that everyone converged on our house: bridesmaids, groomsmen, bridegroom, and of course, the bride herself. My sisters and Alice were resplendent in their gowns of lavender. The breakfast went off with less commotion than my mother had expected. The women kept to small cups of coffee, while the men, myself included, managed to put away bacon and eggs without doing any damage to our white shirts or black slacks.

I had a brief moment alone with the bride before the ceremony, during which Denise reminded me that she would be paying me a nocturnal visit, "After Frank falls asleep."

The wedding itself was quite was beautiful. There were only about thirty guests, but what it lacked in size it made up for in style. Denise had chosen a simple, white, sleeveless dress that accentuated her slim figure and highlighted her golden tan and thick shoulder-length blonde hair. The wedding went off without a hitch and reception that followed was more regal than what I had expected.

But I'm ahead of myself. I had volunteered to drive the newlyweds to the reception, and seated behind the wheel of the Lincoln Town Car, playfully called out, "Hey, hey, none of that mushy stuff now!" The moment Uncle Frank started pawing away at his new bride.

"Mind your own business, Driver." Denise laughed happily; very much aware of my voyeuristic tendencies. 

Uncle Frank wrapped his arms around her, and said, "He needs a girl of his own," as he hoisted Denise onto his lap. I heard Denise's all too familiar wanton laugh and surmised that he already had his prick out and was fumbling as he tried to stick it into his bride.

"Tend to the driving, Donnie!" Denise said, laughing sensuously. She rewarded me with a look down the front of her wedding dress by leaning over the front seat and ostensibly turning the rear view mirror aside. But I knew her real purpose was to allow Frank to stick his slimy prick into her hot cunt.

I readjusted the mirror and saw Frank's hand delving into her dress, obviously fondling a breast or teasing a nipple while Denise squirmed, making an adjustment to accommodate his prick to an angle that suited her. All the while pretending to be concerned that I might see them going at it.

As much as I detested the sight afforded me in the rear view mirror, I give Frank this-he couldn't have cared less who was watching them. As for Denise, I knew she loved being watched, and she proved it by shrieking with laughter as Frank plucked her right breast out of its silken bra and began slobbering over it and he sucked away.

I met Denise's eyes in the mirror; saw her expression change from pleasured to one of annoyance. I saw her hips rise as Frank humped away at her.

"Frank-damn it, not right now!" she squawked and managed to sound unhappy about it. 

I was rock hard and finding it difficult to watch the road in front of me. Of course I had watched them fuck several times through my peephole, but now they were going at it fully aware that I knew what was occurring, and while Denise didn't care, apparently he didn't either.

"Why not?" Frank laughed after releasing her breast, which now jounced slightly as I hit a bump in the road. I couldn't focus on my driving-mesmerized by the scene in the mirror where I saw his hand lift her wedding dress high enough to present me with a view of her cunt with his cock in it.

I brought the car to a halt just before crashing through a barrier running alongside the road.

"What the fuck!" Frank roared.

"Everything all right back there?" I called out without looking back over my shoulder. 

"Yes," Denise replied, "everything's fine, just trying to get comfy in this dress."

"I'm sorry, but you guys kind of distracted me," I said apologetically.

Evidently the near accident had calmed Frank down a bit and I heard his gruff reply, "Just get us to the reception, Donald, that's all I ask. Won't be any more distractions, go on now."

Evidently he recalled the night I had sounded the alarm when he started getting a little rough in his lovemaking, embarrassing everyone else in the house and then having to explain things away.

I started to pull away from the shoulder as Denise buried her face in Frank's shoulder, reprimanding him, "You bastard, you couldn't wait, could you?" 

By the time I parked the car in front of the reception, Denise was in a pitiful state, having been teased and excited beyond her capability to endure any longer. Moments after arriving, she made some excuse and ran to the ladies room where I'm certain she masturbated herself to the relief she'd been denied.

Frank had simply grinned and laughed at her hasty retreat to the powder room. He would tease her about it the rest of the evening.

I left the bride and groom with the photographer, I felt much better seeing Alice waiting for me inside, along with her parents, and joined them until forced to take a seat (along with Alice) at the Bride and groom's table. 

Of course Denise returned to a great round of applause. It seemed to me that everyone knew what she'd been doing, but of course, I was wrong. She was the bride, and as such the center of everyone's attention. 

It was like the scene out of a movie, we were served French Champagne in chilled glasses that were coated on the outside with frosty condensation. Occasionally, tiny droplets formed and ran down the side of the glass, leaving a clear streak then running down the stem and across the base before falling with a gentle splash to the floor. 

I had a quick drink to calm myself down, and then watched the newlyweds dance slowly, cheek-to-cheek. I watched them for a moment and finally was forced to admit that I was more than a little jealous. They made a very attractive couple. I was asking myself what I was going to do about sex after Denise and my sister, Maureen left the following day, when a soft feminine voice whispered in my ear, "Aren't they the loveliest couple?"

I came out of my reverie to face a beaming Alice. "Will you dance with me once it's allowed?"

"Your parents won't object?"

That made her laugh, "No, silly. Everyone expects us to dance. My parents won't object. And make sure you hold me close, I want to feel my friend against me."

It was my turn to laugh. I put my Champagne down and said, "Would you like to dance, or might I get you a drink?"

Her eyes sparkled. "A drink would be great. We can dance later, okay?"

"Certainly. Be right back. Oh, Champagne?"

Her tongue licked her lips for a moment before she replied. "The bubbly, by all means."

I 'borrowed' a bottle of Brut from the bar and sat down beside Alice. We sipped gingerly and listened to the band. I refilled her glass several times, managing to empty mine a couple times too. There were more people dancing than sitting and when Alice moved her chair closer my dick began to swell. When she casually draped her hand over my leg it became fully erect.

"Don't ask me to get you another glass," I murmured into her ear.

"Well, why not? I haven't had that much and this is a party."

"Your delightful hand has gotten me excited, or haven't you noticed?"

She laughed, obviously delighted with herself. 

"Oh, I noticed all right," and she smiled the most lascivious smile I had ever seen her smile.

"Let's dance," She said, her voice low and husky. Translated it sounded like she'd said, "Wanna fuck?"

I took a lingering peek down the front of her dress.

"They're all mine," she smiled, "But I'll be happy to share them with you."

"Now?"

"No, silly. But when the opportunity presents itself..."

Her hand brushed over my erection. "And I expect you to share that with me as well."

Just then, the band began to play a slow ballad. We moved in tandem to the dance floor and I took her into my arms. Alice reached up and placed her hands around my neck, I followed her lead and lightly gripped her waist. When her belly pressed against me I moaned softly and dropped my hands to just below her hips. A moment later, they were comfortably squeezing her ass as she ground her pelvis into my erection. 




Sensualist Ch. 06



Alice leaned her head against my chest and as I inhaled the dizzying fragrance of her hair, she lifted her head and nipped my earlobe. I pulled her tighter and heard her sigh. Oh, she felt good, pressing her chest against mine, and when my leg went between hers she gave an extra hump by minutely thrusting her pussy into me. I was on cloud nine.

There was no doubt that she felt my dick jabbing her. I was close to cumming just rubbing against her when the music stopped and we had no choice but to return to our seats. She politely declined my offer of another drink, but I needed one, actually two.

"Would you like to go somewhere?" I asked lamely.

"Now?" she replied.

"Well . . ."

"No. Oh, it's not you, Donnie, it's . . . all those people watching us."

I wondered why she'd suddenly become shy, after all, she had made some fairly obvious moves with me out on the dance floor. Suddenly it hit me. Her parents had just returned to their table and were looking at us.

She blushed, and said, "You're going to think I'm crazy, but I have this idea."

"No, no." I said quickly, I'll accept any ideas you may have. I'm not thinking that clearly at the moment. It seems most of the blood has rushed from my brain to..."

"Don't you dare say it, Donnie!" A flush was spreading from her neck up to her face.

Before saying another word, Alice peeked around and surveyed the room and decided that no one was watching them. "Donnie, I need some help with my zipper. It's stuck."

"Where?"

She turned and indicated her back. Sure enough the zipper was open, but not so much as to cause a great deal of embarrassment. And it occurred to me that women usually went to the ladies room in pairs to resolve problems of this nature. She had to be scheming to get me alone for another reason and relief flooded over me. I knew what it was.

"Let me see," and I moved closer. 

"Not here, silly! Everyone can see us. Let me go first then you follow, okay?"

"Sure."

Alice held her gown at its sides and walked out of the reception area. When she turned the corner I followed at a discreet distance, but when I turned the corner she had vanished.

"Psssst! Come this way, over here," she said. She was standing inside the door to a maintenance closet, not the rest room as I had thought. Tugging my arm, she drew me inside. I found the light switch and closed the door behind me.

Damned if she hadn't scouted the place out. There was a chair against the wall, some brooms and a mop and pail by a decrepit sink. That left plenty of room for us. 

I started to take her in my arms, only to hear her say, "Slow it down, Donnie!"

I let my hands drop to my sides and watched as she looked around the room. 

She pointed out a chair in the corner and said, "Why don't you sit down, Donnie?"

I sat down. She turned and faced away from me, then sat on my lap. She spread her legs, putting my outstretched legs between hers. 

"It's the zipper. I can't seem to get it down." She bent forward and put both her hands on the inside of my thighs as if for support. I felt her pelvic bone rubbing against me.

"Oh!" she gasped.

"Something wrong, Alice?"

"No. Would you see if you can get it?"

"Sure, sure," I managed to mumble. I put my fingers on the little metal tab and pulled. The zipper unzipped cleanly right to the top of her ass without snagging once.

"Hmmmmm," I said quietly.

"Ummm," she echoed

"Kiss me," Alice whispered fiercely, "I need you to kiss me!"

I pulled her against me, hungrily responding, my tongue flashed into her mouth, ran lightly over her gums and teeth before hers found it and began a nice little duel. My dick was straining for release. I pressed it against her and began rubbing it against her thigh. She started to work my tuxedo jacket off. It wound up on the floor. Who cared?

My hands moved to her breasts as if weighing them. I was doing nothing of the sort, but it may have looked that way had someone been able to see us. 

I spent a few minutes kissing her ears and her neck, nibbled down her throat, took a nip at the pulse in her neck. Alice leaned back and groaned, thrusting her chin up in the air. 

I kissed back to her lips and slid my tongue into her mouth as she pulled my shirt out of my pants and began to open it up. I helped by freeing my cock from its confinement.

"I know, I know," I said, not knowing anything at the moment, but having to say something as her fist clenched my cock and slowly jerked it up and down.

We stopped kissing and Alice stood up. I heard her giggle then she hunched over and reached between her legs and fingered herself, only to bring her hand up to my lips.

"Wanna taste me?"

Alice wasn't wasting any time. I sucked the juices from her fingers, even licking the cuticles for any remaining residue.

"You're so big," she whispered, her voice dripping lust.

"Would you care to kiss it?" I inquired, trying to infuse that kind of lust in my own voice.

"In a minute, okay?" She replied, returning the fingers to her twat, not rushing mind you, but taking her sweet time.

To help pass the time I reached both hands inside the bodice of her gown, snaked them around under her bra and lifted both tits out of their confinement.

"I'd like it if you squeezed them," she said, hoisting her gown up around her waist and pulling her panties aside. "Unfortunately, we don't have much time." 

"Ummm," I managed as she ran her fingers through my hair and began kissing the top of my head. I lifted her up and moved over to the large sink and sat her bare ass down on its edge. Her panties dangled loosely off her left foot.

"Hold on for balance," I whispered.

"Oh, yeah," she gasped. "Hurry! Do me good baby!"

Her white stockings ended about halfway up her thigh, revealing her soft, pale flesh. I kissed her thigh and she moaned with anticipation and put her hands on the back of my head. 

I could smell her sexual arousal. I put my hands on her hips to steady her and began to slowly kiss my way up the inside of her thigh, nibbling and biting, inching higher and higher. My lips tugged at her flesh, my tongue darted and licked. Alice gasped and I groaned at the beauty of it all. My hand was between her legs tugging her pubic hair, stroking the fat folds of her labia.

She moaned softly. "Oh, yes... Donnie, oh, yes!" 

I couldn't resist the temptation of tasting her and buried my face between her legs. I kissed her thick, swollen labia, then spread her folds with my tongue and licked up and down as if she were an ice cream cone melting on an August afternoon.

"Oh, baby, that feels so gooood!" Alice groaned.

I wanted her to see her legs draped over my shoulders; see my face burrowing between her legs; see my tongue nuzzling in the hot nest below her reddish pubic hair. But it wasn't possible given the gown she wore. I made a mental note to give her that opportunity another time.

"Jesus, Donnie!" Alice wailed as my tongue began toying with her stiff, swollen clit. I gave her darting, little licks all around it, up the sides, swirling in circles around it. Then I drew it back and forth in slow, languid strokes.

She cried out, arched her back and thrust her hips up. She clasped her hands together on the back of my head and ground my face in her mushy cunt. 

Wrapping my lips around her pea-sized clit, I began to suck.

"Oh, baby, oh, baby!" She keened. "That's . . . that's soooo nice!"

I continued teasing her and adding to her pleasure until I felt a need to switch to another activity. I saw her cunt partially open, awaiting me and slid my tongue back down between her parted folds and touched the very tip of my tongue to her entry and left it there.

"Oh, God! I can't stand it!" She groaned.

"Do it!"

"Do what?" I said.

"Eat meeee!"

I left my tongue there, savoring the taste of her copious fluids, then swirled it around, just barely inside of her. I could feel the juices running out of her, dribbling down my chin. I licked back up to her clit and then back down again, dragging my tongue up and down between her folds. She tasted so good. I wanted it to last forever. But my cock was crying out to go inside her, screaming for release. I pushed my mouth against her clit again and brought my hand up between her legs. I sent my index finger probing up and down her labia as I sucked her clit. A high-pitched whining sound came from her throat and I knew she was close to cumming.

I drew my finger along her thigh to her vagina before slipping it inside her. She was breathing unbelievably fast and when she gasped as I drew my finger out of her I thought she was going into a convulsion, but continued sucking on her clit. 

Her moans began to grow louder as the pace of my finger's movement grew faster. I slid a second finger in and she jerked her head forward, slamming into mine. I think we both saw stars for a moment.

"Goddamn!" I exclaimed, my eyes white with pain.

"Oh, my head! My head!" Alice whooped.

"Are you all right?"

"I think so," she said rubbing her forehead.

"Please . . . I'm soooo close . . ."

"Yes," I said, still wincing, "I'll hurry," and resumed eating her out.

Had we been videotaped, I'm sure my tongue would have been a blur as it flickered lightning-like over her clit. The small room was quiet except for the wet sucking sounds my fingers made sliding in and out of her. 

Alice leaned back, grabbing fistfuls of my hair for balance. She was shuddering, right at the edge of coming. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh!"

I stopped and pulled my fingers out of her slushy cunt.

"No! Don't stop! Oh, please don't stop!" she pleaded. 

I pushed myself up and kissed her hard on the mouth, letting her taste her own sweet honey. Her nipples stood jutting out at me. I cupped her right breast to my mouth and began sucking on her nipple. 

"Come on, baby. Fuck me!"

"Put it in . . ."

"Please fuck me!"

But I persisted in squeezing her tit and nipping at her tantalizing strawberry tip.

"I can't take it!" She moaned, almost slipping off the maintenance sink, but quickly grabbing it with both hands and steadied herself. I took hold of my cock and guided it between her legs, rubbing the tip of it against her clit, smearing my pre-come with her pussy juices. She closed her eyes and leaned back.

"Put it in, please!"

"Soon," I whispered, delighting in the sensations I was enjoying at that moment.

"Christ I want to feel you inside me!"

The time was right . . . I guided my cock down between her pussy lips and then roughly shoved it all the way inside of her. We both cried out at this entry. She was tight and unbelievably warm and when her vaginal muscles began squeezing me from the get-go, I almost lost it and came.

I resorted to doing the multiplication table as I pumped in and out, while Alice held onto the sink with both hands, a grimace across her face as she strained to exert her muscles. 

I watched her face with one hand on her hip and the other on a breast, squeezing and fondling it. I loved the expressions she made. I loved the soft, sweet sounds of her voice moaning with pleasure. I looked down and watched my wet, hard cock disappearing and reappearing between her legs. I moved my hand from her hip to her clit, rubbing it with my thumb as my cock reamed her out.

Alice grunted with pleasure and I closed my eyes because of the sensations her tight cunt was providing. Her wet folds enclosed my thick dick completely as I fucked more rapidly into her. She was poised at the brink of a huge orgasm, clenching her teeth and scratching at my back. 

I could feel my balls seizing up, my toes curling. Suddenly I was pumping with total, wild abandon and she was responding in kind. As I throbbed and jerked to my finishing run, Alice slammed against me, pushing my dick as high up into her pussy as she was able, she clung tightly to the shelving behind me as I pulled her hips to me. 

"Oh, oh, oh . . ." she cried, ignoring the cleaning materials she knocked aside as they toppled to the floor.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god! I'm gonna cum!" Alice screamed so loud I thought the entire reception party heard her. Her head jerked back and I darted out of the way as she surged forward.

Watching her cum was all it took and when I finally came, I thought I would never stop. I felt my load shoot up through my dick and explode inside her. Later, she would tell me that I came so hard that she came again from feeling me squirting into her. It may have been my longest cum ever. 

I saw a pearly trail of semen dripping from her cunt weeping tears along her thigh. I leaned against her and she leaned against me, both of us panting and out of breath, our faces flushed, and our bodies stinking of sex. 

My flaccid dick slipped out of her as I pulled back. She reached into my breast pocket and removed my handkerchief and wiped herself off, then she stood and let her gown fall back into place.

"That was wonderful," she whispered and kissed me on the cheek. "Denise was right."

"What?" I said, unable to form another word.

"Denise-that night we were all together-she told me I'd love making it with you, that each time would be better than the last. She was right."

"Well, I'm going to miss her, but I've still got you, Alice. And you're so much better."

"You like her more than me?" Her voice had changed, I detected a certain panic in her tone.

"No," I said quickly, "I just said you're so much better. Denise is ... was special. But you, you're the greatest. Denise can't compare to you."

That seemed to satisfy her, for she was suddenly all business, putting herself to rights and then carefully inspecting me. I noticed she had no problem at all with the troublesome zipper and smiled to myself. Necessity is indeed the mother of invention.

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As incredible as it may seem, no one missed us while we were in the maintenance room, nor did anyone comment about it on our return to the reception.

I danced with my sisters, and the only thing out of place was that Ashley, went out of her way to show me her budding breasts by leaning forward as she got up to take my hand; and in the process, allowed the top of her dress to fall forward and provide a gaping space where it should have been, thereby revealing the entirety of each breast and nipple to me.

All I could do as we moved to the center of the dance floor was to act as if nothing untoward had occurred. And although I never inquired about her actions, I've always wondered if it was deliberate. 

Alice left with her parents before the reception was over. Other than in school I would not see her again until the night of the Prom.

I still had my promised fuck with Denise, but that would not take place until Frank had finished with his new bride and gone to sleep.

I was walking around with a hardon, looking for Maureen, but she was occupied with her erstwhile boyfriend, Barney, who had surprisingly remained sober throughout the day. 

And so I retired to my room, undressed, showered, redressed, well not in the tuxedo, but in pajamas and tried watching TV. That didn't work, so I tried some video games. I knew I had somewhere between ten minutes and three hours to prepare myself. I played out long fantasies in my head. I squeezed my cock tightly, while I lay on my back looking at the ceiling. 

Eventually I started to doze off, but then I heard them coming up the stairs and quickly made myself comfortable at the peep sight between our rooms.

Uncle Frank was drunk, but affable, and to my surprise, so was Denise.

"You're not going to tease me tonight, are you love?" he said, not sounding gruff at all.

"No, baby. The last time you were drunk and too damn rough. You owe me another nice dress you know," Denise said sweetly.

"I know, and I'm sorry about that. But I'm sober as a judge tonight; can you forgive me for being such a fool?"

"Of course, my darling husband. Oh, I love the sound of that, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, of course I do!"

I heard Denise giggle, and then "Frank ... no rough stuff here in the hall. The walls have ears, you know," she said in a loud whisper.

Although I'd showered, I discovered I was sweating like a pig. Did she know I was listening and would be watching? Of course she did. Denise didn't miss a trick.

"Baby, I can't get enough of you," Frank said excitedly, as I watched his slacks fall to the floor. He pressed his toes against each shoe in turn to rid himself of them, then joined Denise, still in her wedding dress, but already waiting for him on the bed.

I watched him kiss her, noted that she accepted it and even returned it with one of her own. I was stroking my hardon the moment his hand went up her skirt, and stifled a moan as I saw Denise's pink tongue come out and lick his lower lip.

I wanted to scream when Frank began to move against her, humping her thigh; and drew blood when I bit my hand between thumb and forefinger the moment Frank placed his finger in her mouth and she treated it like a little cock, sucking and moaning on it as he no doubt fingered her under the wedding dress.

I was surprised to find my cock was covered with blood later, but I must have forgotten everything else as I masturbated while watching them rut like wild animals. 

Frank positioned Denise on the edge of the bed, threw her back, and taking her legs under his arms, and exposed everything to my view in those all too brief moments when his body wasn't blocking my view.

I spent some time comparing Denise to the other women I'd known. She certainly had less pubic hair than Miss Ginger, but slightly more than my Alice, whereas Maureen was completely bald there. But Denise's lips seemed more puffied than the others. Perhaps it was because they had been roughed up in the limo, and who knows what occurred between them when they were off having their pictures taken.

But that's just a supposition on my part. Cunt's, like cocks, vary in shape and size, and in my humble opinion, never fail to please. For example, my sister's labia were thin and fairly long. Alice's were somewhat thicker, but definitely shorter, if I may be allowed to use Denise's cunt for comparison. 

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My daydreaming came to an abrupt end when Frank yanked his erection out and I saw how big it was. I had mistakenly thought him small, but he was every bit as large as me, and he possessed a thick knob at the head of his manhood, whereas mine, while larger than average, and perhaps slightly longer than his, was not quite as thick at that point. I should add, however, that I was thicker than he along the shaft, and took heart in that fact.

I looked on with envy as with almost no hesitation, he placed the giant knob at her entrance, and supporting her legs with his arms, shoved it into her.

I couldn't believe Denise didn't shriek with agony; but recalled that although it was her wedding night, they had fucked many times before. It was readily apparent that Denise was enjoying every inch that Frank was shoving up her cunt.

Later I would come to understand just how elastic a cunt is, and how a woman- sufficiently aroused and motivated-can accept incredible sized instruments. I had yet to see, and for that matter, had not heard of fisting, wherein one person, be it male or female, shoves their fist into the woman's cunt. 

But I digress.

Denise's face was flushed and her hips moved in sync with Frank's thrusts. Their fuck lasted about five minutes, ending with Frank giving her one or two compulsive pokes and then drawing out his spent cock and wiping it with a facecloth that had been placed on a nearby night table.

Denise lay still on the sheets, her cunt fully exposed to my eyes; a trail of white slime was oozing from it and I was surprised that she lay there doing nothing about it.




Sensualist Ch. 06



It was about then that I saw the mixture of blood and semen that had splattered against my bedroom wall as I'd jerked off and cut my finger while going at it. That was enough wrest my eyes from the peep-hole and scramble for something to eradicate the mess I'd made. I did manage to clean it sufficiently so that I heard no comments from the maid or my mother the next morning. 

When I resumed my position at the peep-hole, Denise was walking into the adjoining bathroom and I assume from the sound of the shower being turned on washing the sweat and semen from her body while Frank was already snoring loudly, still half-dressed on their wedding bed.

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With Denise in the shower, I returned to my bed and lay there with each and every sound reminding me of her words on the note. "Be ready for me." 

I lay there, sucking on my self-inflicted wound, and worriedly stroking my cock so as to make it hard and keep it that way. 

The longest hour of my life went by, each tick-tick-tick of the clock sounding like Big Ben before she walked in the door. My eyes were closed, my right hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, and the head was swollen red and purple. I was so close to cumming I wanted to cry, but I came out of my sleepy stupor the moment Denise's lips touched mine.

She was standing next to me, her dress hoisted to her navel. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held a finger to her lips in a 'don't make a sound' sign. 

"Hi," I half-croaked, half-whispered in a dreamy greeting.

"Shush! She whispered back, and then straddled me; hovering just above me and opening herself with two fingers applied to that delightful spot between her legs.

I attempted to rise, but she pushed me back, not that difficult a thing given my position and her leveraged advantage.

"Did you watch us?"

"Yes."

"It's not that often that one get's to watch a couple consummating their marriage. Did you cum watching us?"

"No," I whispered. The lie came easily enough; there was no lightning bolt from on high, nor was there any appreciable growth noted in my nose. I went on with my lie: "But I almost died holding myself in check like that. Please don't ever do that to me again, Denise."

"I won't, although it provided me with an extra climax or two thinking about you jerking off but unable to cum because you promised me you wouldn't."

When I was able to, I peeked at the wall. I couldn't see any trace of the blood or semen there. I took a deep breath then reached out to her and we shared a long kiss. During the kiss, I plucked her breasts out from the diaphanous gown she'd worn for her husband and me. I wanted to think she'd only worn it for Frank so that she could also wear it to bed with me. In writing this segment I can only laugh at my naivety, but again I was only eighteen. The reality was that she wore it more from necessity than to please me. It enabled her to claim she was making use of the hall bathroom before returning to her wedding bed. 

Denise brought me back to the moment by asking, "Are you ready to cum?" after I'd spent several delightful minutes suckling her twin globes. 

I noticed that her breath was coming faster now, and realized she wanted me inside her. 

"I can't tell you how excited I am to have you share yourself with me on your wedding night, Denise."

"I don't want to spoil what awaits us, my darling, but this may be our last time together, so let us make the best of it."

I deliberately determined not to let her words spoil what remained of that short period of time and pulled her onto the bed with me. Her legs scissored mine, her soft hand grasped my distended dick, and began slowly slipping the loose skin over the swollen head, and allowing it to slip back again. "Please don't tease me anymore!" I beseeched her. 

"On your knees, voyeur!" she said curtly. In an instant I was on my knees before her. I was struck by the angle at which my prick was pointing up at her cunt. 

"Clean him out of me ..." She held the pause for what seemed a very long time, but was probably only a second or two, before ending with-"Please?"

I glued my mouth to her mouth-watering cunt, pushing my tongue in as far as I could, and sucked away. I remember thinking she was decidedly juicier than Miss Ginger had ever been before I realized what she'd meant by 'Clean him out of me.' It was Frank's sperm I was swallowing along with some of her juices!

At any rate, it made no difference to me. It was her wedding night-of course he'd fucked her-I'd watched his performance hadn't I?

Denise placed both hands on my head and pressed my face against her throbbing twat and wriggled her bottom enthusiastically as I continued to greedily pass my tongue over her sodden cunt.

"Oh! Oh! You have a talent, Donald!" Denise squealed happily. Denise unabashedly placed a finger on her clitoris and instructed me to pay that spot some needed attention. "Find my love button, darling. Suck it hard!"

As my mouth descended upon her clitoris, I recalled how both Miss Ginger and my sister Mo had reacted when I came into contact with that particular part of their anatomies, and thereafter I made it a point to seek out a woman's clit without being asked almost every time I fucked therm. 

This made me very popular with the ladies-very popular-as in they recommended me to their friends.

Almost immediately Denise's thighs closed tightly about my head. For a second I nearly panicked. A woman's thighs have a strength few men can match, and I wasn't one of them. Remembering her instructions, I gently brought my tongue to bear on that tiny bump and heard her sigh of satisfaction. Testing the waters as it were, I continued lapping and licking at her clitoris, and as her moans intensified, the pressure of her thighs around my head diminished.

Suddenly there was a brief interval in which the only words Denise uttered were:"Oh, Gawd's."

Love button, eh, I would remember that term, and it would reward me countless times while entangled in a woman's limbs.

And then, humping my face with wild abandon, Denise came ... a slew of juices spewed out of her cunt and into my face. I have never tasted anything as sweet, before or since. I continued to lap away until she moved from me, denying me further access to her love button. Perhaps a minute passed before breathing heavily, Denise called me her 'darling boy,' and followed with, "Now it's my turn to give you pleasure."

I already knew that all too many men pay scant attention to their female partner's satisfaction-fucking away until they spend their seed, and then fully sated, rolling away to either dress and leave, or to fall asleep leaving the female to wonder why they had chosen this particular man to join them in their bed. Pondering whether the next man would satisfy them, and already doubting it.

I realize that I was given a gift, a most wondrous gift, by Miss Ginger and Denise, and to a slightly lesser extent by my sister Maureen. Did they know that they were preparing me for the hundreds of women I would lay with overtime? I have my doubts in that regard, but perhaps they did on a subconscious level. At any rate, I am beholding to them, now and forever more. 

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Denise kissed me, and then layered my face with tiny 'smooches' she called it, with a kind of kiss and lick combined, she kiss-licked the juices from my mouth and cheeks and throat. Only then did she reach between my legs to grasp hold of my cock, caressing and stroking it until I was moaning and groaning.

"You ... did ... such a ... wonderful job ... of making me feel womanly," she croaked; and after uttering a lewd laugh, carefully placed a pillow under my head before sitting astride me, her back to my face, and then stooping forward, took my standing cock in her mouth. At the same time she lowered her rear so that her beautiful cunt was hovering over my mouth waiting for me to take hold of her twin globes and pull here cunt to my eager lips again.

I recall thinking: So that's what the pillow is for. Now I had a perfect view of her love button and everything else that mattered to me. I let a few seconds pass while enjoying pure sensuality her mouth and tongue were bestowing on my throbbing cock before applying my mouth to her delicious twat, alternating between sucking on her outer labia, her clit and sending my tongue into her as far as it would go.

Denise had already wrapped her right hand around the base of my cock and then sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. 

"OHHH!" I gasped, as my head jerked back and she attacked my cock with a voracious hunger I could not fathom at the time. 

I paused in my own actions, while her tiny fingers played with my balls, even as she continued stroking and sucking my rampant prick.

"Lick me!" she said matter-of-factly, and I did.

Denise settled into a rhythm of stroking and sucking my cock, and after several repetitions of her marvelous technique, I groaned that I was about to cum and that triggered her own discharge, most of which I happily absorbed into my mouth. 

As for myself, I exploded into Denise's mouth, and like idiots, we both revealed the contents to each other by sticking our tongues out and then laughing until it hurt.

We lay breathless and exhausted for a time. Then Denise embraced me, kissed me, and sucked my tongue until it willingly followed her into her mouth while squeezed my fast rising cock. 

"That's my boy," she said. And her eyes had a sparkle of lust in them that I would see in many a woman afterward.

"Donald, can I depend on you not to tell anyone, not even your closest friend, about us?"

"Yes, of course, Denise."

"I mean, ever, Donald. Not even to your wife. When you marry, and you will, that lucky woman will persist in trying to learn all about you. We women are like that. We seek out clues as well as Sherlock Holmes. More often to learn something about our men that we'd really not care to have learned, for it turns us against the love of our life; perhaps not totally, but enough to doubt him forever more. Women are cursed in this way.

"Knowing that you were watching me and Frank made me so hot that I was cumming the whole time."

"You mean it, Denise?" The very words had given new life to my cock.

"Of course I meant it. She laughed as she handled my rapidly rising rod. "God, Donald, you know you're mostly cock, with a divine tongue. But since this will be our last time together for God knows how long, let me tell you this at the risk of repeating myself: To find a girl, or a woman, for that matter, who is looking to have sex, carefully observe the way she carries herself, how she's dressed, how her makeup is applied-it should look as if there is hardly any, or in certain instances, as if there is too much. 

A high school girl who's been well fucked begins dressing up as a woman instead of a girl. Clothes that make them look older and reveal more of their feminine charms become the standard ensemble: slit dresses, mini-skirts, tight tops and jeans, bare-midriff tee-shirts. Girls looking to see if they can attract a man tend to dress in sluttish fashion. Ignore them for the most part. They're not quite ready for you. Let someone younger have them first-unless you decide you want a virgin. But that I can tell you isn't all it's cracked up to be.

"Did I mention makeup?"

"Yes."

"Yes, well, make-up is also a great clue - lipstick/gloss, rouge, and eye-shadow-as well as perfume. The most important aspect of her appearance, however, will be her posture. After being sexually satisfied just the once, she will suddenly realize the dimensions of her own femininity and begin to carry herself accordingly."

"And how would that be?"

"She will thrust out her tits to show everyone she is a woman. She will cross and uncross her legs fitfully, to make you aware of her inviting thighs and calves. She will tilt her head and draw attention to her hair. She will purse her kissable lips like an advertisement. And when she walks by you, will swivel her hips and work her ass in motion.

In addition, the more she achieves sexual satisfaction, the more she will accentuate her wardrobe, make-up and posture. If you or someone else has satisfied her, she will extend the non-verbal signals to demonstrate how comfortable she is becoming with her newfound womanhood. She will touch you on the arm or cuddle into you, inviting an embrace. When this happens, she's telling you to make a move, even if it's just a returned caress or a peck on the cheek. I promise that you will feel her body shudder slightly when you answer her cues. 

"But what if she's a virgin or worse, has had a bad sexual experience?"

"That's a good question. Then it may be a bit more difficult. But you can draw her to you and away from others by being funny, like being the life of the party. You should engage with others around you; when she sees others enjoying your company, she'll be curious about you. She may stand there across the room and watch you, and you may even catch her doing so. If this happens, smile quickly and openly and meet her gaze head on. Then turn back to what you're doing. Pursuing her will make you appear eager. Don't worry about missed opportunities. Your goal is not to have her then and there, but to have her eventually.

"Eventually, familiarity will lull her into a sense of security, and she will approach you. When this happens, treat her as an equal. Don't talk down to her. Ask her opinion on something she should know about, but not something that is the sole province of teenagers. It helps if you've done your homework and know her interests. If not, look and listen for hints she may be providing herself. 

"If and when you hit pay dirt, you'll be able to see it in her face right away. Her eyes will widen, she'll smile, lick her lips, thrust out her tits, laugh, toss her hair, and so forth. The more you talk to her, the faster she'll warm up to you.

"Mind you it's in your best interest to do this with other people around the two of you. Then you can divert your attention away from her and see if she does anything to draw it back to her. If she touches your arm or does something else overt to reclaim your attention, you're ready to move her away from the herd and take her to some secluded place where you can make your first move."

"By the way, Alice is a perfect example. If you think back on how I handled her, treating her as an adult and not a girl-oh, and by the way, you might try seeing if she'll go for a threesome with another girl after you reach the point where you can get her out on a date on a regular basis."

"That sounds great, and I know you're right. She didn't hesitate that night, but where do I find the other girl?"

Denise laughed, and said, "Donnie, must I tell you everything? You already know that she'll do it. She licked my pussy, didn't she? She let me lick hers-isn't that enough of a clue?"

"You meant find another high school girl, didn't you?"

"An older woman would be interested s well, but I doubt that you're quite up to it at this point.

Were I still here, I guarantee you we'd have a rollicking threesome together. So, yes, let Alice pick the other girl. I'm sure she's already got someone in mind. Perhaps not to share with you, but you can change that by getting her off a time or two."

She paused, and then said, "Darling, would you mind going down on me one last time. I've gotten horny again talking about all this potential sex."

I spread her legs apart and did exactly what she wanted; and after cumming repeatedly for some twenty minutes or so, she clambered on top of me and impaled herself on my cock and rode me until I came in a furious climax.

Sweating profusely from all the fucking, Denise rolled away from me, grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wiped herself between the legs and donned her robe and left me to return to her husband's bed.

She didn't kiss me goodbye.



Sensualist Ch. 07



Preparations for the Prom - Blowjob in the Limo- Sandwiched at Club Frenzy - Eating Him & Her - Watching the Girls Do It - Fucking Two Girls

With both Denise and my sister, Maureen gone off on honeymoon and back to college, I was left to my own devices for the rest of the week. I must have jerked off about seven to eight times a day, as classes were slow, seemingly endless, and I couldn't get Alice alone outside of school.

I was still leery of approaching Lillian, although she did favor me with a sluttish smile on at least two occasions. I had Alice to think about in that regard, not wanting to lose her over frolicking with her best friend.

I was content to wait until the night of our Prom, but began planning for the occasion. It was axiomatic that my classmates would want to party with alcohol and some drugs becoming available. I wasn't a prude, actually I was far from it, but I wasn't going to flush my life down the toilet by getting into an accident after imbibing booze and drugs.

I had both read and heard of the terrible car accidents that occurred every year during Proms across the country and vowed that it wouldn't happen to me. So I gave this some serious thought, and after talking things over with several classmates, I determined that:

A. I should hire a limo with driver, enabling my friends and I to drink and drive safely.

B. If we were to drink responsibly we'd need a place to do it. A place that would protect us from ourselves while providing us with the time of our lives.

C. I couldn't take all my classmates with me. 

Alice was my Prom date, but there was room for two other couples in the limo. The question became, just who would those kids be?

Of course, I put the question to Alice, but she couldn't decide, preferring to go it alone if necessary. And that's where things stood in that regard as Prom Night approached. ________________________________________

Knowing we were going to party, or try to party at the very popular club Frenzy, I had approached the large black man at the door the night before the Prom and inquired if he would be on duty the following night. After he told me he would be there until midnight, I offered him $200 to let me and my guests in the following night. 

He grinned as he palmed the bills and said, "No problemo, man. See you 'all tomorrow!" It was the first, but not the last time I would grease a palm to gain access to a place others were excluded from.

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The night of the Prom I suited up in my black three-piece black tux with a dark green shirt and black tie and got in the limo to go pick Alice up. The first thing the driver told me was that there was a partition separating the passengers from the driver and that except for a small slot that was used as a rear-view mirror, he couldn't see us, or hear what was said back there.

"What if I want to tell you something?" I asked.

"There's a console on the back of the right-hand passenger seat. Do you see it?"

"Yes, I do." 

"Simply press the button and speak to me. I'll answer you. It's that simple. When you're finished, push the button a second time. That will disconnect us."

"It will be dark-"

"Not while I'm driving. A small light will be on. It should be more light than needed to find and press the button."

"Okay, that sounds good. Anything else I should know?"

He ran over a couple of items that I might find useful, but weren't meaningful enough to repeat here.

"I should apologize, but I haven't asked you your name," I said embarrassed at my lapse in manners.

"Most people call me Rick," he said.

"Well Rick, I assume you know we'll be having a few drinks tonight."

"Not too many I hope, Mr. Clark. I hate having to clean the backseat after a rough night."

"I doubt we'll have all that much. I want you to take us to Club Frenzy after the dinner."

"Not a problem. I know it well," Rick said. "Now if you'll give me your date's address, we'll get started on your big night."

Laughing, I gave him Alice's address and we were off.

The trip was over before I knew it, and I was greeted by her parents at the front door of their stately home. Once inside, Mr. Mattingly wasted no time at all in reading me his version of the riot act.

"I don't want Alice to be taken advantage of by any boy tonight either. You'll help me with that Donald?" he asked and directed at the same time.

"Sure thing sir," I said. "No one will take advantage of your daughter." I stated.

Obviously they had no idea that I had already taken her virginity. A moment later, Alice appeared at the head of the stairs. She was a beautiful vision in her deep green dress. It was strapless but managed to cover the majority of her bosom. From her waist up it fit her tightly and from the waist down it flowed loosely around her legs. As she walked down the stairs toward me, her eyes never left mine until she stood by my side. 

I presented her with a corsage, and managed a helpless look toward her mother, who gallantly relieved me of the duty of pinning it on her, just above her breast.

We posed for a minute or two while her mom took pictures and then they waved to us as we approached the waiting limo.

Rick, the driver was already standing there, holding the right-hand rear door open for us. The interior was faintly lit by the car's interior light. 

Wide-eyed at the sleek limousine she would be riding in; Alice climbed in and buckled her seat belt. Her green prom dress rode up to the top of her long legs. I couldn't be absolutely certain that she was wearing anything beneath. I had heard a rumor that the girls, or several of them at any rate, were going commando this year. 

No sooner had the limo pulled away from the Mattingly's residence then Alice was all over me, kissing my face and groping my cock while chanting my name over and over again. She stopped abruptly to ask if the driver could see us. When I answered he couldn't, she deftly opened my fly and took my erection out.

"How's my friend?" she whispered a second before her face disappeared into my lap.

"Alice!" I gasped as I felt her mouth close tightly upon my cockhead, and then her lips teased me as they played along my length as if it were a flute. But the piece de resistance, as it were, was when she took my balls into her warm mouth.

"Nice!" I croaked, acquiescing to her obvious oral needs.

I heard her let out a murmured mewl before releasing my overly sensitive orbs and working her way back along the shaft until her lips wrapped around the corona and sucked feveredly.

Popping it out of her mouth, Alice exclaimed, "God, how I love your cock!"

There was a happy smile, full of mischief and lust, visible through her thick puffy lips. And then one of those lips, the lower one, was curled around my now throbbing shaft, holding it determinedly in place for the oral assault that she was performing with her upper lip and long, snaking tongue. Licking, sucking, slurping, teasing, kissing, as if she were patiently trying to devour a melting ice cream cone with her own patented technique. 

"VERY NICE!" I exclaimed loudly, hoping that Rick hadn't lied about being able to see or hear us.

Thin strands of saliva were now silhouetted in the dim light of the limo as Alice tilted her head back a few inches to admire her handiwork. She stroked my cock lovingly as I reached down to caress her cheek as an expression of gratitude for her uniquely thoughtful method sucking me off. 

My cock twitched in her grip, arching in appreciative salute, and I took a second to absorb the erotic beauty of the sight in front of me as Alice purred huskily, "Do you know how much I love giving you head, Donnie? How much I crave this cock in me, every minute of the day and night?"

"I'm so glad you do, baby. Sooo glad!" 

Her fingers cupped my balls as her lips nibbled their way half-way down the length of my dick. 

She was definitely a skilled cocksucker, but where and on whom had she been practicing?

I settled back to enjoy her ministrations, content to send a hand under her dress and then over her flanks and firm ass cheeks. She seemed to know when I needed a break, either holding still with my organ inside her wet mouth, or slowly and gently withdrawing completely. 

"I really missed my friend," she said, bestowing a wet kiss on its tip. "Would you like to see mine?"

"Certainly," I quickly replied. What else could I say? I really wanted her to finish me off, but it would have to wait.

"Are you sure he can't see back here?"

"Yes, I sat up front and couldn't see a thing," I lied, relying on Rick being truthful.

No sooner had the words left my mouth than Alice had her dress hiked up, revealing her lovely pussy to my eyes. She'd gone commando-and she'd shaved her pubic hair completely off. I placed a firm kiss and light suck to her pubes and commented on how smooth it was.

She giggled lewdly and told me that she and another girl had shaved one another, and added that several of the girls had agreed to go commando on this night of nights.

"Did you and your shaving partner do more than shave one another?" I asked.

"I'll never tell," she said coquettishly. A moment later she had my cock back in her mouth, content to have me fingering her for the time being. Feeling adventurous, I set my fingers to opening her honey pot in advance of my later foraging cock.

She moaned happily as my finger slipped inside her cunt, making a production of swallowing the excess saliva that had built up in her mouth while sucking me off. 

I traced the crevice between her cheeks, eliciting a puzzled, "Hmmmm?" from her oral ministering. Gradually, I gently started to pry them apart, exposing her little rosebud.

"Wha ... Oh, you naughty boy!" she mewed, but didn't tell me to stop.

I made certain my finger was soaked with her cuntal juices before edging the first digit into her anus. A muffled moan escaped her throat, but she continued blowing me. 

Soon I had one hand fingering her cunt and diddling her clit, while the other continued working its way into her tight little sphincter. Alice retaliated by giving one of my balls a light squeeze. 

Was it a warning? I backed off her anus and waited for her to relax. When she did, I resumed teasing her by circling the spidery ring several times. This caused her to moan appreciatively. 

Taking that as a sign of permission, I applied a gentle pressure to her asshole, easily sliding in to the second knuckle.

"Donnie!"

I didn't answer her.

""Donnie, what are you doing?"

"Checking out your backdoor just in case."

"Just in case? What the hell do you mean?"

"In the event we have anal intercourse tonight."

"We're not having anal tonight or any other night!" she said obviously irritated by my actions.

"How about this then?" I said and licked her asshole several times in succession. Alice tensed up and I thought I might have gone too far, but as quickly as she'd tensed up, she relaxed and let out a sigh. "Whew! I never ..."

Then, exerting very little pressure, my finger penetrated her anus with ease. I was in to the second knuckle, and her eager mouth had resumed nibbling away at my erection.

I slowly let a gob of saliva drip from my mouth to her asshole and worked it into her anus so slowly I think she didn't notice. I returned my tongue to her anus, worming the tip inside her ass while she squirmed and wriggled atop me, knowingly working her tongue over the head of my glans.

We stayed in that position and I continued preparing her asshole, for a good fifteen minutes. Then several things happened almost simultaneously:

Alice's body suddenly trembled, and her asshole clenched at my tongue.

She sucked voraciously on my cock and I came in her mouth.

And Rick's voice came over the intercom, announcing that we'd arrived at the Prom.

Alice started to giggle, and then showed me her tongue covered with my sperm.

"Yummy!" she said, and swallowed.

"Wow," was the best I could manage at the time.

"You can have my butt if you want it, Donnie. I love you."

We kissed, and then I told her that I loved her too.

Rick's voice took us back to the present, "Ahem, we're parked out front, and there's a crowd gathering around the limo to see whose inside. Like they think some movie stars are coming to their party."

Alice and I laughed heartedly at that. The pulsing of the music could be felt in the car itself. I started to get out, but Rick was already there, preparing to open the door for us, when I felt Alice's hand on my arm. 

"I want you to open the door for me, not the driver."

I cracked the window and told Rick that I'd open the door for Alice, and that I'd call him when we were ready to leave. Ricked nodded and returned to his seat without comment.

I scrambled out of the limo and ran around to the other side, quickly opening the door for Alice. There was a startled wave of conversation as my classmates realized it was me arriving in the limo. 

The buzz raised several decibels as Alice stepped out. Of course I ogled Alice along with everyone else as she climbed out, swinging her knees in normal fashion. She reached for my extended hand and may or may not have forgotten the stiff breeze that was blowing directly toward her. 

At any rate, she had one leg in the limo and one out as the wind bore down on us blowing her dress up to her waist. It was still daylight, although almost eight o'clock, and I, along with several other classmates got a vivid look at her crisply shaved pussy.

Surprisingly, Alice didn't react immediately by pushing the dress down. I could have counted to three before she did so, and then with a broad smile, she said, "Well, let's get inside, shall we?' And taking my arm we did just that to cheers from the guys and startled expressions from their dates. 

I'll never forget that moment and how proud I was thinking everyone envied me being with Alice just then.

"Are you surprised, Donnie?" Alice asked after gaining control over her dress and covering her pussy from the other eyes. "Yes and no. I hadn't expected that you'd be shaved down there, but I already knew that. What I didn't count on was you letting your dress flare up like that and showing it to everyone else."

"Did you mind? I mean, do you think me a slut because of it?" There was a moment of pure resentment in her eyes, and I thought before speaking. 

"I don't know if I minded or not, to tell the truth. I certainly felt proud to be the one taking you to the prom. And no, I certainly don't see you as being sluttish; especially not compared to the other girls." 

She smiled and resumed her old self again, saying, "I know how you like naughty girls, Donnie."

"I do. I love it when you're naughty, Alice."

"A couple other girls have gone commando too, so I'm not the only slut here tonight."

"No way!" I said quickly. That said, we kissed, swapped some spit and then moved inside to join the rest of our class at the Prom. 

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The early part of the evening went very well. I had to give the teachers and classmates who put things together a lot of credit for they had done a commendable job of decorating the hall and arranging for the meal which was surprisingly good. The DJ providing the music was satisfactory, although pleasing everyone with all the various, eclectic tastes were next to impossible.

The kids from my class and their respective dates made loud conversation while music blared from the speakers aimed down at us from the ceiling. Diner was fine; there were even French Fries and burgers for those with especially narrow tastes. I for one enjoyed myself; and it was obvious most of the others were feeling good about things too. 

Best of all as far as I was concerned, was that Lillian and her boyfriend, Phil were seated at the furthest table from Alice and me. 

With the meal finished, a rock band, hired by the Prom council, began to set up. I tapped Alice on the shoulder and said, "It's time for us to leave."

Alice had been delighted to hear we were going to Frenzy, but the motel following the club had been a point of much discussion between us. Alice was tentative about it at first, but when I explained it was the safest place for us to have sex, she readily agreed.

I called the limo driver and had him meet us at the front of the building. 

I decided to get something off my mind that had been bothering me ever since Alice had blown me with such expertise earlier.

"Forgive me, Alice, but I have to ask-before, you know, when you went down on me-you were so good it seemed that you may have been practicing..."

She gave me a beaming smile. "You noticed!"

"Yeah-I did."

"I did practice!" she laughed delighted with herself.

"Um, so tell me, how did you, um, practice?"

"With a partner, silly!"

"You mean you had someone else's cock in your mouth?"

"No... well not exactly. Um, remember I said a girl shaved me?"

"Yes?"

Well, this girl, whose name I won't tell you, brought a dildo with her and showed me how she does her boyfriend." 

"And she let you try it-made some suggestions. Is that it?"

"Yes, exactly!" Alice said and gave me another brilliant smile.

"Baby," I said, "Practice makes perfect-and you are perfect!"

"Thank you," Alice said happily. "I wanted to please you."

"You did. You really did. Was it her idea to show me your tongue after I ...?"

"YES! Wasn't that a terrific idea?"

Rick picked that moment to pull up in front of us. I helped Alice in and quickly ran around to the other side while Rick remained behind the wheel. 

Two blocks away there was an uncomfortable moment when we encountered Lillian Travers and Phil Umbrect standing alongside Phil's car looking hopelessly forlorn. I had the driver pull over and rolled down my window and asked if they were having a problem. 

"Yeah, we sure are,'" Phil said. "My car died, there's no way we can get to umm, where we want to go."

I assumed he meant a nearby motel. Alice and I got out, followed by Rick, the limo driver. We looked at Phil's car and knowing next to nothing about how cars worked I deferred to Rick.

"Try starting it again," he said.

Phil got behind the wheel and tried the ignition. Nothing.

"Either the batteries dead, or you need a new alternator."

"Oh, shit," Phil swore.

"Um, we're not going to the next place with the others, Phil. But you're more than welcome to come with Alice and me. I think you'll both have a great time."

"Thanks," Phil said and I could see he meant it, but he had to ask: "So, um, where are you guys headed?"

"A little club called Frenzy," I replied.

"Frenzy!" he snorted. "That's a real club! I don't have proof-besides you can't get in that place, Don. I've heard it's next to impossible."

"Well, that's where we're going. I don't expect any problem getting in. I'll get you two in with us. C'mon, hop in."

Phil looked at Lillian as if to ask 'well, what do you think?"

Lillian had yet to look at me, when Alice saved the day by hugging my arm tightly against her breast and warmly encouraging Lillian to join us. From the girls actions I came to understand that Phil had no knowledge of what had happened with Lillian and me; and that Lillian had confided, or better put, confessed all to Alice.

As you may recall, I had screwed Lillian in my car and gotten caught by her parents the following night with my dick up her ass.

Since Alice and I had consummated the act with Denise also taking part, she apparently accepted the fact that she was going to have to share me with her friends, and probably others. It made no sense to me, but I wasn't about to argue.

I have since come to understand that some women, especially wives, will tolerate their men 'cheating' on them so long as it doesn't come out in the open and embarrass them. They seem to prefer the status quo rather than the unknown, or stigma of divorce. On the other hand, many relish the thought of ridding themselves of an errant husband, thinking that someone better is 'out there waiting for them. Then again, some may not care all that much one way or the other, the thinking being what's good for the goose is good for the gander.




Sensualist Ch. 07



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The limo slowed and we looked through the heavily tinted windows at the long queue, four people wide that ran the length of the block. The pulsing music could be heard inside the limo and I wondered how we'd manage to have any conversation at all once inside.

"Shit, we're not getting in there tonight," Phil said. Alice and Lillian were looking out the window and gawking at those standing in line.

"We'll never get in there!" Lillian whined.

"Donnie knows somebody," Alice said sticking up for me.

Phil ignored her and protested, "We don't have ID's. That guys gonna turn us away, and that sucks 'cause it'll be at least an hour or more before we get to the front of the line."

I was beginning to enjoy myself. I had been told since I first came to understand what money was that enough of it brought a certain power. Having crossed the bouncer's palm with some the night before I was feeling the power, right down to my loins, but remained silent.

Rick brought the limo to a stop just outside the entrance. I leaned close to Alice and reminded her to be careful how she got out of the limo. I noted the flush rise from her neck to her eyes as she realized I didn't want her putting on a show for the crowd.

"Thanks, Donnie, I would have embarrassed myself for sure.

The driver was gallant enough—or perhaps wanted a good look himself—as he held the door open for Alice and Lillian to step onto the sidewalk, using his body to shield the girls from the onlookers.

Phil and I followed. I took Alice by the arm and approached the black bouncer, who nodded at me.

"There's another couple with us," I said pointing at Phil and Lillian. He opened the door for us and ushered us inside as those in the line protested, some wondering aloud who we were, puzzled at not recognizing any of us.

Both Lillian and Phil were dumbfounded at how easily I got us in. Once inside, we were engulfed in the roar of sound coming from the speakers, which seemed to be everywhere along with the shouts of those already in the club as they danced or stood screaming into the face of the person next to them.

I caught a glimpse of Alice and I in a mirror on the wall. We certainly looked like we belonged. And it occurred to me at that moment that we did belong, after all, this was our night of nights.

Alice spotted a local TV news commentator, and we followed her into a less-crowded part of the room with Phil and Lillian on our heels.

Even I was amazed to find a small table that would accommodate the four of us. After we sat down and had our drink order taken by a cute red-headed server, Alice stood up and leaned over me, saying "You've got something on your shoulder."

It so happened that the material at the top of her dress was so stiff that it gaped away from her body like armor, and I was afforded an unhampered view of her magnificent breasts and stiffened nipples. Of course it was deliberate on her part, but I loved it.

Lillian grabbed Phil's hand and yelled, "C'mon, we came here to dance. Let's dance!"

She pulled him down a small set of stairs to where the chaotic dancers were thriving, with everyone looking like they were having the time of their lives.

Alice and I quickly followed, bumping into another couple and reveling in the overall silliness as the music drowned out every word we said to one another. 

Everyone wore tight clothing, with the exceptions being those girls who wore micro-mini's that flew up exposing their behinds each time they whirled around. Most wore thongs and that was good enough for me, but Alice pointed to two blondes dancing with each other, who did not have anything at all under their mini dresses.

I smiled at Alice and laughed when she mouthed the words, "Should I show them mine?"

I shook my head, 'No,' not wanting to cause any type of disturbance and get us kicked out.

I couldn't get over how well Alice was dancing, moving to the beat with a bouncy rhythm that clearly defined her as one of the best on the entire dance floor.

I saw Phil make some excuse to Lillian and start off the floor. I grabbed Lillian's hand as she was passing and had motioned for her to join Alice and me. A smile lit up her face as she slid in next to Alice and before I knew it I was taking turns humping both their asses in turn.

Moments later, Alice made a deft turn and I found myself sandwiched between them. I came to a halt as they both rubbed their bodies against me; Lillian from the rear, and Alice from the front. Other couples paused to watch as Alice-with both hands supporting her breasts poked them into my chest. Lillian was grinding her pelvis into my ass and I had the erection of a lifetime.

Alice was close enough for me to brush my lips over her lips and nose (we were moving a bit) and then the nape of her neck. We both reveled in the luxurious sensation of skin against skin. 

Then I turned to face Lillian. She was laughing crazily as she placed a hand on my neck just as Alice entwined one of hers in my hair. 

Lillian pursed her lips, wanting me to kiss her, but I didn't want to get Phil involved at least not yet. I already knew it would be inevitable before the night was over, but hoped that things would sort themselves out when we reached the motel. I had already decided to invite them into our room since Phil had fucked up their chance at getting a room when his car died.

With a new number starting, I guided the girls off the dance floor and back to our table. Phil had ordered another round of drinks, and he was staring incredulously at us as we sat down. 

Before he could open his mouth, I got the redhead's attention and ordered four bottles of water, tipping her in advance. I had already set my personal limit at two drinks and we'd only just started. 

Phil gave me a questioning look and I explained that after dancing so feverously we all needed to drink some water or we'd dehydrate."

"Oh, man, I can't believe what you guys were doing out there!" he finally blurted out.

"What, that was just dancing." I said, but couldn't help smiling.

"Bullshit man, that was-that was dry humping and I don't know what else!"

Alice interrupted saying, "Take a look out there, Phil. Others are doing the same thing.'

I glanced out on the floor. Two girls were doing the ass bump and one couple. But neither was doing anything as raw as we'd done.

"C'mon, Phil," Lillian said, getting up from the table. We'll do it with you too. Turning to Alice, she said c'mon Alice; let's show him there's nothing wrong with dancing like that."

Alice got up, but Phil remained seated. Alice shrugged and sat back down. I laid my hand over hers.

"C'mon, Phil. Dance with me," Lillian said.

"Naw, I'd only make a fool of myself," he replied, the wind taken out of his sails.

Lillian sat down on his lap and kissed him. When he returned the kiss, I knew there wouldn't be a problem with him.

Just then the redheaded server delivered our water. I thanked her and placed a bottle in front of Phil.

"I get it," he said, turning his head to watch the redhead walk away. "This is 'cause the booze will hit us harder after dancing, right?" he was trying to sound authoritive. I nodded, and raised my drink in salute.

Alice, obviously worked up from the dancing, laid a hand on my thigh, her fingers applied pressure to the outline of my dick as she bit her lip signaling her oral and other appetites still needed attention. 

I glanced at Lillian, who seemed irritated by Phil's wandering eye, and put an arm around Alice. She leaned into me, again providing a glimpse down the front of her dress. Phil caught a view as well, and to hide her tits from him, I kissed Alice. 

It went on and on, slowly, greedily, for anyone to see, with the warm strobe lighting beating down on us and cigarette smoke and blaring rock music hanging in the air around us. Alice's hands were in my hair. 

I slid a hand under her dress, and she opened her legs for me. The noise rate seemed to soar, but maybe that was just my blood racing. A glance out on the dance floor told me the dancers were wilder than ever. 

One girl was holding her mini dress up to her waist while her girl friend and dance partner and some strange guy were vying to see whose hand would be first to finger her cunt.

They were less than ten feet from our table. At the table, Phil was playing with one of Lillian's tits; it wasn't exposed, but his hand was moving under the thin material of her dress while both of them stared at the girl being fingered on the dance floor.

When Alice and I ended our kisses I had my hand between her legs; one finger inside her, and my thumb gently massaging her clit. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, living the moment. A thin line of saliva was trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Still rubbing her clit, I applied slightly more pressure. Even with all the noise surrounding us I heard her grunt with satisfaction and a moment later, she came on my hand, with no one the wiser. I licked the saliva away and followed by kissing her neck. It was there that I felt her heart beating rapidly.

I glanced at the other couple and saw Phil and Lillian kissing much the same as we were. From the motion of Lillian's arm I made an educated guess that she was jerking him off under the table.

I sent my finger back into Alice, and when she shuddered, added a second. A moment later she squeezed my cock; another tick of the clock and her tongue was licking the hollow of my neck, leaving a generous amount of saliva there. 

I wanted to fuck her right there, even contemplated taking her right there, using the table to consummate the act.

She saved me from acting foolishly, whispering hoarsely: "Can we go soon?" 

I nodded affirmatively, and Alice gave me a funny smile, and breathing fast and shallow, croaked, "I need you inside me!"

I called the limo driver and asked him to meet us out front. And while Alice and I waited patiently just inside the club door, Lillian helped Phil wipe his cum up with a handkerchief. Strangely enough, none of us appeared embarrassed at all. 

When the limo pulled over to the curb, we walked through the line outside the club and stood screening the girls from the onlookers as they got into the limo. 

Both Phil and I got great looks at each of the girl's pussies as they entered and swiveled into the middle of the backseat. I sat next to Alice, and Phil sat beside Lillian, and we were off.

"Um, Phil, this may be a reach, but I kind of doubt it. So forgive me if I've misread your actions so far tonight."

"What are you talking about?" he replied.

"Well, Alice and I are going to a Motel. I have reservations. I don't know if you guys had any plans along that line-so if I'm wrong, I apologize, but you guys are welcome to join us if you want too."

I felt Alice's elbow in my ribs a second later.

Phil didn't notice, but exchanged a look with Lillian, who spoke for them, saying, "If you want us-I mean, if we're not imposing, we'd love to join you."

Then not content to leave well enough alone, she added, "Maybe I can see how well Alice does with you after helping her practice."

"My God, Lillian, can't you keep your mouth shut?" Alice spat out. It was the first time I'd ever seen her angry.

A moment later she was apologizing to her, telling her it was okay, and that she was so sorry about everything.

We arrived at the motel, and I went in and registered, giving the clerk a fifty dollar tip to insure we were left alone. He handed me a Do Not disturb sign which I hung on the doorknob as the others stepped into the room.

I told Rick I'd call him and that if I happened to forget to call, that I had to have Alice home by one. 

Rick nodded and left us standing outside the motel room. Glancing at my watch, I saw that we had a little over two hours at the most. I used the key to open the door, letting the others enter, and then followed.

"Do you want to watch us fuck?" Lillian said matter of factly, as she shed her dress and bra and was totally naked except for her shoes, which she slowly removed, giving me a view of her cunt as she did.

Her actions broke any ice that might have needed breaking. I glanced at Alice and caught her nodding her head in the affirmative. 

"Why not?" I said, but I wasn't sure how this would turn out. Obviously, I'm a voyeur, but was Alice? Then too, how would this affect our relationship? I was almost certain watching meant that we would also be sharing women. Did Alice realize this? Worse, did she want it?"

"Phil and I have talked about this, and we-we wondered what it would be like having someone watch us."

"Okay," Alice said, giving my hand a squeeze as Phil loosened his belt and lowered his fly in his haste to get naked.

Alice and I sat at the foot of the hotel bed while Phil finished undressing. We both stared at his erection. Phil's boner was about 6 inches in length. Inasmuch as I was at least an inch bigger, I began to feel superior to him, or at the very least, my own confidence rose faster than my dick.

Lillian placed a hand behind Phil's neck and pulled him in for a long, torrid kiss. 

I had to adjust the bulge in my slacks. Alice was squirming around on the bed, quite possibly rubbing and squeezing her pussy. Lillian was licking and biting Phil's neck while working his erection up and down.

"Take yours out," Alice whispered. I needed no further coaxing in that regard, and did so.

I wondered if Phil, who certainly checked my dick out, puzzled over the fact that Lillian paid scant attention to me when I took it out.

Moments later I forgot all about it as we sat on the bed, more or less side-by-side with each girl with a cock in their hand, seemingly admiring the one they held, but furtively glancing at the one held in the others hand.

Lillian's voice was hoarse as she rasped, "Get on your back, baby!" And gave Phil a little push to help him along.

Alice leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on the tip of my appendage. I moaned appreciatively. 

Lillian straddled Phil, facing Alice and me, and waved us closer with one finger, than began to rub the head of his six inch dick against the shaven lips of her pussy. 

"Suck him off, Alice," Lillian said, taking control and pointing at me as she guided Phil into her cunt. 

They both moaned when he was inside her. I could see everything. The ridge that ran up the outside of his cock was glistening, and the lips of her cunt opened and closed around him as they moved. On occasion she'd sit up just enough for him to pop out and then slowly she'd lower herself back down around him. 

Alice had about half of my dick in her mouth, but her eyes were glued to Phil and Lillian as he began to grunt while humped away at the girl riding him. 

"Gonna cum!" he croaked.

"Do it!" Lillian squealed delightedly.

My eyes and nose were filled with their sex; Alice was sucking hard, eyes closed as she concentrated on getting me to cum in her mouth.

Phil groaned and obviously came in Lillian's cunt.

I managed to extract myself from Alice's ravenous mouth; wanting to mount her and fuck her the same way Phil had Lillian. But Lillian fooled me by saying, in a thick, lewd voice, "Wanna taste me now, Donnie?" 

I looked to Alice to see what she thought. "Go on, I can wait," she said hoarsely, but the excitement in her voice told me she really wanted to watch us.

"Okay, Lillian," I said, leaning in even closer. Only to be fooled by Lillian, who rubbed Phil's semi-hard prick against my lips. Surprised, but not repulsed, I opened my mouth around him and tasted the both of them.

"OH!" I heard Alice gasp. "Oh yeah!" Lillian crowed, as I gripped the base of his semi-hard cock and forced Phil back inside her.

"Let's try this!" I said, wresting control of the group away from Lillian by starting an irregular pattern of taking Phil into my mouth, then putting him back into Lillian's cunt and then sucking Lillian's clit while they fucked. Their moans grew louder and faster, but neither was moaning louder than Alice, who when I glanced her way, had four fingers jammed into her twat as she shuddered to a climax while staring at the three of us.

When Lillian came, it was with a roaring scream. I've since had many partners scream and yell during sex, but I doubt any was louder than Lillian. In addition to screaming, Lillian also grabbed my hair, pushed me down around his cock even as she repeatedly clenched her thighs and cunt. 

She swore and she cried, and at the very last minute she pulled my mouth to her clit. I could feel her trembling, and him twitching; I went back to Phil and suddenly felt his load moving the length of his shaft and then pouring into my mouth.

I didn't swallow. Actually the thought never occurred to me. I had already made up my mind to give it to either Lillian or Alice.

Alice won. I grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head, brought her mouth to mine, and emptied Phil's sperm into it. She gagged a little, then swallowed some of it, but what remained she showed to Lillian by sticking her tongue out. A moment later they were kissing and I'm certain the sperm was passed back and forth between them before being swallowed by one, or both of them.

"Well, that was different," Phil said sheepishly, as Lillian rolled away from him. 

Meanwhile, I busied myself by kissing Alice for a long while before daring to face either Phil or Lillian.

When I finally did, I said, "If either of you mentions what happened just now-to anyone- I swear I'll kill you." 

"No problem, man," Phil said awkwardly. Lillian was nodding her head in acceptance.

I turned to face Alice who was also nodding her head. I smiled at them and said, "Then I want to thank you for letting me watch."

"Now what?" Phil said, pensively, probably wondering if he would get a chance to fuck Alice. I took charge, saying. I think the girls should put on a little show for us."

"But you haven't cum," Alice said with a pout.

"I will, and so will you, sweetie."

"Christ, I don't believe this!" Phil snorted.

"Tell us what to do, Donnie," Lillian said in a husky, but submissive voice.

Alice, take your dress off, please," I said.

Alice complied and followed by removing her thigh-high stockings, leaving her standing nude before the three of us. Her breasts seemed fuller than they had the last time I saw them. Her nipples stood out about a half-inch, begging to be sucked.

"Christ!" Phil said, wide-eyed.

"You never look at me that way, Phil," Lillian said, admonishing him.

"Not the time for recriminations, Lillian," I said. Besides when Alice finishes with you you'll have to pry Phil off you with a fucking crowbar."

The girls looked at me with alarm. However, Phil started laughing, and I joined him. Moments later we were all laughing lewdly as each of us conjured up erotic fantasies that we wanted to see performed by the girls.

But I wasn't about to relinquish my power. 

"Alice, start things off by kissing Lillian."

She did, but I wanted more from her and slapped her on the buttocks and admonished her, saying, "Not little girlie kisses. I want to see real kisses, meaningful kisses, with you two sucking tongues and lips. Let's get sloppy. I don't care if saliva dribbles out of your mouths, I want some hot kissing, understand?"

Both girls nodded, and they went at it again, with Lillian drawing Alice's lower lip into her mouth then releasing it with a loud popping sound.

"This is fuckin' hot!" Phil swore under his breath.

"Better, but keep going!" I said. A glance at Phil told me that he was into it in a big way, for he was already hard. 

I recalled Lillian having told me on our first time that he seldom got hard after cumming with her the first time. She was definitely wrong about him.




Sensualist Ch. 07



Now Alice was returning the torrid kisses, pulling Lillian's tongue into her mouth so slowly that I could see most of the action. Lillian reciprocated by sucking Alice's upper lip into her mouth, and then after releasing it, did the same with her lower lip.

Alice was already groaning and panting when she returned the favor, working Lillian's lips, even harder than she had Alice's. A long string of saliva was hanging from Lillian's mouth, firmly attached to Alice's lower lip. Alice spied it and with a lascivious grin, slowly swallowed it. She was also the first to touch the other's cunt, doing so as Lillian renewed her special lip sucking.

I let the girls continue this type kissing for at least fifteen minutes by which time they were rubbing and fingering one another while moaning and panting. 

"Try something else, girls," I said. I was within a foot of both of them, but careful not to touch them.

Alice was soon fondling Lillian's breasts, and Lillian had a hand between Alice's legs, fingering her.

I let it go on for almost a minute, before yelling, "That's enough, Stop!" bringing a halt to the sweltering action.

"Wha..." Alice said, breathing rapidly with short gaspy pants. A glassy-eyed Lillian still had her lips pursed from the nipple she'd just left, and gave me a puzzled look.

"Alice, I want you on all fours, you can bury your face in the pillow if you want. Lillian, get behind her."

Both girls did as I told them, and then I instructed Lillian to lick Alice's pussy from clit to asshole.

"Holy shit!" Phil gasped. He was holding himself, slowly stroking it. I tried my best to ignore him, relishing my new found power in directing the sexual tableau before me.

Lillian never paused, but went right for Alice and brought her serpentine tongue to bear on Alice's genitals and even tried to poke the tongue into her asshole.

Alice moaned with delight.

Lillian turned to me. "Like that?"

"Yes, just like that," I replied.

I timed them, letting her lick Alice for four minutes before telling her to put her thumb in Alice's cunt.

She did. Alice gasped and moaned simultaneously. 

"Stick a finger up her ass!"

"Yeah!" Phil cried out, almost beside himself with pleasure.

"Shut the fuck up, Phil. Let me handle things."

"Okay, yeah-sure thing, Don."

"Work the finger in and out as if you're fucking her."

Lillian did and I think Alice had a mini-orgasm, but I'm not certain.

Recalling that Alice had had four fingers wedged into her cunt earlier, I instructed Lillian to make it look like your shaking hands with her cunt."

"Really?" Lillian said questioningly.

"Really!" I said in a louder, angrier voice.

Alice's moans grew progressively louder as Lillian moved from three to four fingers.

For her part, Lillian was really slamming her hand into Alice's cunt; and when Alice suddenly groaned, "OH-OH-OH!" I nearly came myself.

There was another series of "Oh's" and then Alice let out a long, low groan, followed by a spurt of fluid that I thought cum, but wasn't, it was my first experience with a woman squirting, and although it wasn't a torrent of juice, it did run down Lillian's hand and onto her wrist before she could pull it out of the other girls cunt. 

Alice rolled over onto her back, and as she continued her climax her body flopped about like a fish out of water.

Recovering from my initial shock, I ordered Lillian "Now go down on her and keep her cumming."

Lillian promptly lowered her face to Alice's twat and lapped away like a woman possessed. 

Using mouth, tongue and fingers, Lillian brought Alice to at least three more prolonged orgasms before I called a halt.

"I can bring her off some more. I-I don't mind eating her, really. I didn't know I'd like it."

"Phil, fuck Lillian. Use that side of the bed," I pointed to the opposite side from where Alice lay panting and waiting to see what I'd do next.

Phil and I mounted the girls at roughly the same time. It was difficult to tell which girl came first, but I'll give the edge to Lillian since she was so worked up from going down on Alice with such success.

For my part, I used slow, deep strokes with Alice for two reasons. One to hold off from cumming myself, and to prepare Alice for a vigorous fuck later on.

Phil lasted about two minutes before rolling off Lillian, obviously finished for a good while; perhaps the rest of the night.

Wanting to reward Lillian for the wonderful job she'd done on Alice, I brought Alice off simply by slamming into her four successive times, leaving her gasping for breath and then without pausing surprised Lillian by mounting her and sliding my cock into her sopping cunt.

"Have you ever let Phil in your ass?" I whispered in her ear, while squeezing the cheeks of her ass.

"Noooo," she moaned. "You-you want me too?"

"No, save it for me."

"Now? You wanna do me now?"

"No, another time, but not at your house," I said recalling the moment we were discovered fucking on her living room couch by her parents.

She giggled, obviously recalling the incident too.

"Did you tell Alice about us?"

"Yeah, I thought it best. She didn't mind. Not really." Then she added, "A motel would work for me, Donnie," she groaned as I drove my shaft deep.

"Something wrong with my car, Lillian?"

"N-nuh—nothing!" she rasped and shuddering through a series of convulsive twitchings, came.

I pulled out and finished myself off, jerking my cock and aiming at her face while Lillian waited, eyes closed. I knew from this that she'd done it before and took my time cumming on her, making sure to get a good amount of sperm in her hair.

As the second line of cum splattered over her right eye I glanced over at Alice. She was watching intently, as if memorizing the scene. I resolved to cum on her face at the earliest opportunity.

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Obligated to return Alice home by one in the morning, I called Rick and managed to drop Phil and Lillian off at her house. 

Phil had agreed to walk home after some more smooching with Lillian. I saw him fishing his dick out as he got out of the limo. Lillian hung back a moment to say, "I had a great time tonight. I want to thank the two of you. Phil-well maybe he lacks something in the manner department, you know?"

"You're welcome, I was happy to be able to help you guys out. And you made the night worthwhile back at the motel."

Lillian gave both Alice and me a quick tongue kiss, making sure to squeeze my dick one last time before clambering out of the limo and hurrying off into the dark space between her house and the neighboring one for a last fuck.

I made a mental note to try a few of my wilder ideas on her before going off to college.

We headed for Alice's house, but feeling a little horny I had the driver park in a Harris Teeter parking lot several blocks away, and after hiking up her dress, slammed into her for our goodnight fuck.

"Cum on my tit!" she croaked hoarsely as I neared my climax, holding the front of her gown down and baring her breasts to me. 

"Get ready!" I gasped and then came, spurting the first of two weak ropes across her breasts. To my surprise, Alice didn't wipe herself off, but calmly pulled the gown back over her breasts and said, "I want to leave it on them so I can taste you all night long, Donnie."

After tucking myself away, I had Rick take us to Alice's house, and we said our goodbyes.

Among other things I told her I hoped we'd be able to get together a couple times before we both went off to college. 

"We have three months before that happens," she said brightly.

"Not exactly, Alice. I have to go up to Athens early to find a place to live."

"What no dormitory for you?" she said.

"No, my mother's opposed to dorm life. I wouldn't mind it myself, but evidently she had a bad experience back in college and doesn't want me to have one too."

"So what are you going to do? Rent an apartment?"

"No, I'll be buying a condo."

"A condo? Just for you to go to school?"

"Yeah, it-well you can look at it as an investment too. Once I finish with it, I can sell it, or rent it."

"It must be nice to have that kind of money."

"It is...I guess. I don't really know what it's like not to have money."

She kissed me and said, "My poor little rich boy."

"I love you, Alice."

"Oh, I love you too, Donnie!"

We kissed again and might have done more, but Rick interrupted to tell me that it was five minutes to curfew.

I made sure my fly was zipped and got out of the limo, opened the door for Alice, and escorted her to her front door.

Before I could kiss her goodnight the door opened and Mrs. Mattingly stood there with a big smile.

"Did you too have a good time?"

"Oh, Momma, it was the best Prom ever!" Alice blurted.

I noticed Mrs. Mattingly checking out Alice's makeup and dress. Fortunately the gown covered her cum-covered tits, and I doubted she'd perform a strip search on her daughter, but given the rules laid out by Alice's father, I think he might have. Then again, I was prejudiced against him from the beginning, just as he was against me.

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At any rate, I got back in the limo and had Rick take me home.

The following afternoon, around 1:30, Alice called deliriously happy.

"We can date! We can go out!"

"We can?"

"Yes! Fridays and Saturdays for now and when school ends Wednesdays too."

"Any curfews?"

She laughed. "Of course, silly. But I think they're reasonable. How does Midnight sound to you?"

"Midnight-the witching hour, eh. So do you turn into a pumpkin or something once the clock strikes twelve?"

We were both laughing, it was unbelievable, I was going to have my cake and eat it at the same time.

"Can I tell you something nasty?" Alice asked.

"Sure, what is it?"

"I kept sampling your cum all night long." 

I was stunned by this admission, but tried to downplay it, said, "Oh, c'mon, there wasn't that much as I remember."

"Mmm, there was enough. I smeared it all over and then carefully licked it off my boobies."

"Did you, really?"

"Mmmm, tasted good too!"

"Did you lick those luscious nipples too?"

"You bet!"

"Wish I'd been there, Alice, I'd have made you cum like crazy."

"I know. I came just thinking about your big, juicy cock."

"More than once?"

"You you it!"

"How many times?"

"I lost track after seven or eight. There was lots more. My pussy was soooo sore when I went to sleep."

"So I'll see you this Friday?"

"Are you asking me out?" she said mischievously.

"No, I'm asking your Momma," I said just to be a smart ass.

"Well, go on and ask her then," she replied, suddenly sounding less confident.

"I might just do that, but for the time being, I'm kinda stuck on you."

That brought her back quickly. "Oh, you!" she laughed. "You know, Donnie, she does like you."

"Does she?" I said, but my inflection wasn't one of surprise, but interest.

"You wouldn't!" she said, frightened that her mother might actually compete with her for my affections.

"You're my girl, Alice, just you."

"What about Lillian?"

"Lillian?"

"Yes, you fucked her. I was there, remember?"

"I seem to recall you did some nasty things with her yourself."

She giggled, "Yeah...we did didn't we? And you and Phil, that was soooo fuckin' cool! I never thought I'd like seeing that, but I have to say it really turned me on."

"Hey, Alice."

"Mmmm, baby?"

"I want you to think of some nasty, really nasty things for us to do Friday night. I'd like you to think about them all night long. I bet your pussy is even sorer tomorrow."

"Donnie...you devil!"

I hung up.



Sensualist Ch. 08



Chapter 8

My Reputation Grows -- A Double Date -- Girl on Girl at the Movies -- My Introduction to BDSM - Backseat Threesome 

In the short time left in the school year, I gained a reputation as a cocksman of some repute. Either Phil or Lillian must have talked to someone about some parts of Prom Night. It might also have been Alice, but her puritan-like background had me convinced she had no part in it. 

I didn't let it bother me, except that it was a little troublesome to have half the girls in school glancing at my crotch when I walked past, and giggling inanely immediately afterward.

I also encountered a little awe from the guys; many of who had yet to lose their virginity.

I found myself immensely popular for having hired a limo and even more for gaining access to Club Frenzy. The later was out of the realm of possibility for every other boy in the school. Of course, I had more money than they did, and that certainly helped.

The first day back in class, Lillian brought a girl named Amanda to meet me by my locker. She had the gall to ask me if I was really hung like a horse. I asked if she wanted me to show her then and there, and she backed away like I was going to burn her with it.

Lillian apologized right after that, claiming she had no idea Amanda was going to say anything like that to me. I told her it was okay, and asked if she was doing anything that night. She wasn't but asked if she might bring a girl friend along.

Bingo!

Now I knew relatively nothing about BDSM or Subs and Doms at the time. But if there ever was a submissive waiting to be exploited, it was Lillian. To be fair about it, Lillian was submissive enough to my so-called commands, or better phased, my wishes. She was brash enough to initiate things on her own, as she would demonstrate that very night with her cousin, Brianna. 

We agreed on a late afternoon matinee, I was concerned that word of my 'dating' Lillian and her friend might get back to Alice causing unwanted strife between us; but as Alice couldn't get out until Friday, and I thought Lillian could keep her mouth shut because of Phil, I went along. Then again, I was horny, and having fucked Lillian up the ass before, I was looking forward to doing it again. There was also the possibility of having both girls, and that kept me hard on the way to pick them up.

For some reason known only to the girls, they had me pick them up several blocks away from Lillian's home. I waited for them at the designated place—Walgreen's Drug Store. 

I saw them walking arm in arm toward me, wearing almost matching summer dresses, which although ankle length, lent themselves to easy access to their nether regions if and when the opportunity presented itself.

Brianna was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps an inch taller than Lillian, she had long light brown hair, a very pretty face and long, lovely legs that conjoined a fine jutting ass. Her breasts seemed modestly small, but turned out to be plum-sized, with the loveliest nipples. Whereas Lillian, was a dirty blonde (in more ways than one) with an admirable chest and what I have to admit---since I'd already possessed it---a great ass.

They had no sooner hopped into my convertible, than Lillian confided to me that Brianna was her cousin and not just a friend. Brianna had already graduated from her high school in Alabama, and her family was visiting for a week. 

I bought our tickets at the theatre and asked the girls to find us seats while I got us popcorn and sodas. 

On entering the theatre proper, I had to pause to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, and then guided by the flashing images of the previews that were showing on the screen, I scanned the seats and quickly spotted my two lovely ladies in the center of a row near the back. The theater was only about a quarter full, and they were sitting well away from the other patrons. I smiled to myself, thinking they had something other than watching a movie on their devious little minds.

As I moved along the row to take my seat next to Lillian, she jumped up and threw her arms around me kissing me on the lips, cheek and ear, while rubbing her pussy against my groin. 

"I missed you, baby!" she said using a little girl's voice.

I glanced down at Brianna, saw the bemused smile on her face and said, "Don't you want me in the middle?"

"No, no!" Lillian said immediately, I want to be in the middle!"

"I saw no plausible reason to argue the point and sat next to Lillian, leaving her in the middle. I handed Brianna the popcorn and placed the sodas in cup holders in front of each girl, intending to drink from either or both as my thirst dictated. 

Then, with the opening credits of the feature film on the screen, I let a hand drop onto Lillian's thigh and started watching.

Of course my hand moved towards the hem of her dress, and then under it, caressing her smooth flesh. 

Thinking I was well on the way toward preparing Lillian, I gave some thought to just how I would seduce Brianna, when Lillian leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "It's going to work out just fine. But let me get her ready, okay?"

I nodded, and glanced over at Brianna, who seemed engrossed in her popcorn and the feature that was just beginning. Lillian gave my thigh a squeeze then ran her hand lightly over my erection and kissed me lightly on the cheek before turning her attention to Brianna. 

I made an effort to ignore Lillian as she kept shifting around next to me that is until it was no longer possible.

Finally I turned and saw that Brianna had slouched down in her seat and the popcorn was spilled all over the floor. Lillian was systematically opening the buttons on the front of Brianna's dress. Although Lillian's head blocked most of the view, there was no question as to what was happening. I felt Brianna's eyes on me, and when our eyes met, she gave me a pensive, yet shy smile.

Lillian continued on---her goal obviously to open every button, and I smiled back at Brianna to let her know I wasn't about to intervene. In fact, I slowly opened my fly and all but brought my hardened cock into view.

Lillian opened the last button, and then as casually as opening a package, she spread Brianna's dress apart, completely exposing her nice sloping, plum-sized breasts to anyone caring to look. But no one bothered to look. It was as if the three of us were alone in the theatre. 

I brought my cock out into the flickering light, holding it in my right hand. It occurred to me that since Brianna had not worn a bra that they may well have planned on doing this for my benefit. In that I was partly wrong. It was more for their benefit than mine, but it was planned.

Lillian laughed delightedly and turning to me asked: "Still watching the movie, Donnie?"

"What movie?" I replied and heard her laugh again, only this time there was a certain tinge of lewdness to it. I looked past Lillian to Brianna, still slumped in her seat, hips now thrust forward to the very edge of the seat, her knees against the seat back in front of her.

"Watch us, Donnie," Lillian said, and then deftly peeled Brianna's panties off her lithe body with an apparently effortless movement that had to have been practiced by the two of them before this.

The flicker from the projection seemed to sparkle in the curls of Brianna's neatly trimmed bush. I licked my lips, making a soft smacking sound earning a chuckle from both girls.

Lillian lifted up and slipped over the arm of the seat onto Brianna's lap. Brianna sat up slightly to absorb her weight as Lillian aligned herself so that their faces were inches apart and placed her tongue against the others lips.

Brianna moaned quietly and opened her mouth. Lillian's tongue darted inside.

As young as I was I knew they had done this and more before.

Breaking the kiss, Lillian turned to me, and holding eye contact, lowered her head and covered Brianna's left nipple with her lips. While Lillian suckled, Brianna stared at me. It was an obvious invitation to join in at any time.

Brianna broke off her gaze and turned her attention fully to Lillian. Her hands came up and held Lillian to her breast. I stared in awe as Lillian's cheeks drew down seductively on the nipple in her mouth. Brianna's right hand stroked Lillian's blonde hair, silently urging her on. 

It was a sight I can still vividly recall to this day; Brianna all but naked in a movie theater, with Lillian on her lap, eagerly sucking on her breast. 

Concerned about being caught, I looked around but no one appeared interested in us. Lillian paused too, pulling away from Brianna's breast, leaving the thick, hard nipple glistening from the wetness of her mouth. She looked at me, and then pointed at the empty seat between us, "Move closer to us, Donnie. Join in the fun."

I quickly slid into the adjacent seat. I could feel the warmth of the two girls and smell the familiar scent of Lillian's perfume, and after sniffing several times in succession, found the now familiar odor of feminine arousal.

I had no doubt what Lillian meant by 'help me', and took a quick look around to assess our situation. Everyone nearby was engrossed in the movie, looking straight ahead. It was a good thing, since I doubted anything could stop my two girls at this point, or stop me for that matter.

Lillian was observing me as her hands kneaded Brianna's breast. "Show us that big cock of yours, Donnie. I've told her all about it. She's umm, interested."

I did, taking it all the way out and letting its full length extend above my lap. I don't think Brianna saw it just then, for Lillian took her other nipple between her teeth and worried it; and when Brianna moaned softly, I pounced on the free nipple, the one just suckled by Lillian, and found it wet and wanting to bite it as well.

Her nipple was spongy and had a salty, sweaty taste to it. Brianna sighed with satisfaction, and then shifted so she could place an arm around each of us. Lillian was sideways across Brianna's lap, her legs extending over the edge of my seat. 

With my lips locked on Brianna, and my eyes locked on Lillian, I slid my hand up Lillian's firm leg, slipped under the hem of her filmy white dress and confirmed what I already knew. She wasn't wearing panties either. 

My hand slipped across her bare ass, squeezed her firm bottom as she shifted slightly to encourage me. This encouraged me to slip a finger into her ass crack and moments later to press it firmly against her tender asshole. 

Her eyes closed and it was her turn to sigh.

We went on like this for a while, the two of us sucking on Brianna's nipples as I worked my fingertip into Lillian's ass. Eventually, my awkward position required me to move. 

Sitting up, I managed to keep my finger in place while watching Brianna grind her pussy against Lillian's thigh. 

It was getting intense. Taking a look around, I felt certain we were still unnoticed, but the more we moved and the more noise we made the more likely it seemed we would be caught. I wasn't sure that I cared any longer.

Voluntarily moving to the next stage, Brianna spread her legs and Lillian dropped to her knees and slid between them. She reached up to fondle Brianna's ample breasts, but Brianna had more urgent needs, surprising me that she would be so wanton in public.

This was the first of many incidents that I would take part in while out in public. I am no longer shy about dropping my pants and giving a horny bitch a good fucking with people passing by. No one has ever intervened, although a number of passersby have stopped to watch, even requesting we try different positions and the like.

Lillian covered Brianna's firm stomach with kisses then started slowly moving downward, her objective was crystal clear. Brianna slumped even lower in her chair, legs wide; hands gripped the armrests, waiting for what she knew was coming.

On her knees, Lillian gave me a look that said, "You've told me to go down on Alice and I did, this shouldn't surprise you." And she covered Brianna's labia with her mouth, and sucked, until Brianna moaned. Lillian drew back as if to survey the cunt before her, and then sent her tongue out to lick each thick cunt lip Brianna held steady in front of her.

Brianna's sexual smell permeated the air around us. I leaned in for a closer look and saw Lillian's tongue flutter over Brianna's clit---heard her moan a split second before her hips jerked upward, almost knocking Lillian's face away from her genitals.

Lillian turned away and caught my eye. "You can have her when I'm finished making her cum, Donnie."

"Lillian, you'll make her cum all right, but we'll be caught when she starts screaming.

"We've done it before," she said challenging me, and to prove her point, she extended her tongue and lewdly licked a trail along Brianna's pussy, knowing full well the impact she was having on me. 

But it was Brianna who felt the true impact; her whole body shuddered. It was shocking to realize that Brianna simply did not care where she was or who might notice; she wanted Lillian's mouth on her pussy, she wanted me to watch, and that was all that mattered.

"My car ..." I started to say only to stop so as to watch Brianna's reaction to Lillian's mouth.

It was apparent that Lillian knew all of Brianna's buttons, and pressed them one by one, burying her face in Brianna's sweet pussy, I knew she had her tongue as deep as it would go. Then she licked all around her pussy, sucking Brianna's labia into her mouth and pulling on them playfully. The effect was over-whelming Brianna as she began to thrash about, trying hard to get Lillian's attention on the one point that Lillian to this point had expertly avoided: her clitoris.

"Finish her off, and then we'll use my car. I don't want to get caught here," I said, nervously. 

Ignoring me and concentrating on her cousin, Lillian croaked, "That's a good girl. That's a very good girl," and plunged two fingers into Brianna.

Brianna, pleased by Lillian's finger fucking, cooed, "Oh, right there. Yes, yes, yes! That's great. That's wonderful!"

"Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. That's my good whore," Lillian responded back at her.

"OH, OH, OH!" Brianna moaned and as if trying to get Lillian totally inside her cunt---propped one leg up on top of the seat in front of her and the other across my lap. 

There was a brief moment when Lillian's face lifted away from Brianna exposing her cunt. I was amazed at how wide open it appeared. 

Lillian's fingers had stretched it wider than I thought possible. Of course it only proved how little I knew about female anatomy at the time.

Lillian's face plunged back down and ravaged her cousin's sex. "That's it. Suck it. Suck that clit." Brianna husked.

"Now, yeah now do that thing with your tongue. Yeah just like that. Oh, fuck. Are you rubbing yourself?"

I took a quick look at Lillian. Her hand was between her legs. Oh, these two knew each other very well indeed. I started stroking my cock, intending to jerk off and cum on one or both of them.

Lillian's chin now rested on the edge of Brianna's seat while she plied the rough surface of her tongue across Brianna's sensitive clit. I had to look a second time to make sure---and caught her ramming two---no, three fingers into her as well.

The effect was devastating. Brianna went rigid, her knuckles white as she gripped the arms of the seat, and then just as she burst over the edge some primal instinct made her cover her mouth with her hand and muffle her scream.

It wasn't all that loud. But to me it sounded like a ship's horn moving through the fog. But I digress. Brianna arched up, held her position for a moment, and then collapsed as her arms flew forward to grab Lillian's head and hold it against her genitals as the sexual shock waves convulsed through her lower body.

Finally Brianna melted into the chair and shoved Lillian's untiring tongue away from her sensitized clitoris. But Lillian wouldn't allow it, and continued to torment Brianna until I helped Brianna force her away. My still rigid cock was extended along the leg of my slacks with my hand wrapped around it.

With Briana spent for the moment, I turned my attention to Lillian, who moved on her knees to get between my legs and took my cock away from me, bringing it to her mouth.

I grabbed her wrist and stopped her from sucking me off.

"Not here. My car will take us where no one will bother us."

"Too public for you, eh?"

"Maybe," I replied. "Then again, I can fuck the both of you in the car. Can't say that would work too well in these cramped seats," I said.

"Point taken," Lillian said with a sharp laugh.

"C'mon, Brianna, fix yourself, we're going for a little car ride then he's going to ride the both of us."

"Okay," Brianna said, willingly, and with a casualness that made me uncomfortable, she slowly slipped her arms back into her dress, fumbled with it a moment to get it straightened out, and then began to button it, thankfully starting at the top just as the house lights came up. In the bright glare I had the irrational feeling that the three of us had sex written all over us. 

Lillian stood as she finished the final buttons, not a shy bone in her body, and Brianna I joined her and we began to work our way down the row towards the exit. As we brought up the rear of the exiting crowd, a couple of people glanced back. It may have totally been my imagination and my paranoia, but it felt as if they were checking us out, as if they knew something had been going on.

Back in the lobby I excused myself and stepped into the restroom, needing to relieve myself. Exiting the restroom, I saw my lovers across the theater lobby. They were standing hand in hand, their backs to me, as they looked at posters of upcoming movies. It was such a beautiful sight I simply stood there and admired them for a few minutes. 

When I finally walked up to them, Lillian pointed at a poster. "Let's come see that one next week!" I glanced at the poster and then back at Lillian. "We don't even know what tonight's movie was about."

"So!" They replied in unison.

In the parking lot, Lillian grabbed my hand. "Who get's it first?"

"Why not let Brianna decide?" I said. That seemed to settle the matter, or so I thought. 

Lillian had a different idea and leaning with her back against my car, calmly unbuttoned her dress to the waist. 

My eyes went wide as I hit the unlock button on the remote, and Lillian pulled the rear door open.

"Come ride with me in the back, Brianna," she said.

I knew what that meant, and so did Brianna for she was beaming. "Okay," she cooed and scampered into the backseat. I got behind the wheel and took off. 

"Find us a nice romantic spot, Donnie," Lillian cackled from the back seat then threw her dress over the top of the passenger seat. 

"Your turn, Bree, baby," Lillian laughed lewdly. A moment later, with both girls tittering evilly, Brianna's dress landed on top of Lillian's.

I headed for a place known to be deserted at night with two naked girls in the car, doing god knows what to one another while I tried to concentrate on my driving.

"Ummm, nice, ass, Bree," Lillian cackled. "I'm loving it. Now lie face down for me."

I watched through the rear-view mirror as Brianna did as requested, wiggling her beautiful ass several times before holding still.

I found the secluded spot, turned in and parked.

"Looks like a good place, Donnie," Lillian said and then added, "Brianna, open that pussy and give Donnie a good look, please."

Brianna did exactly as she was told, using her fingers, she pried her cunt apart and showed me the pink. I began to appreciate the way Lillian was controlling her, and the way Brianna obeyed every command so perfectly. 

"C'mon back here and join us," Lillian cooed.

And while I climbed into the backseat with them, Lillian said, "As I told you yesterday, Bree, he's a great lay."




Sensualist Ch. 08



"You planned this evening well, Lillian," I said.

"Mmmm, thank you, sweetie. Now I told her you had a big dick, so would you be a dear and show her?"

I dropped my pants and shook my cock out, giving Brianna her first look at it.

"Oh, my Lillian, it---it's the biggest one I've ever seen!"

"I told you, didn't I?"

Mmmm, yeah, you sure did." Brianna reached for me and took me in hand, giving me several quick, firm strokes.

"He's everything you said he was, Lillian."

Brianna gently bent me back, forward and then side to side, ending with it pressed against my belly.

"Can I play with him a little more, Lillian?"

I was stunned. She was asking Lillian for permission to play with my dick---not me!

"You may have five minutes, uninterrupted," Lillian told her.

Giggling, Brianna ran a finger up along the sensitive underside. My dick twitched and she laughed delightedly. She held it out away from her, and then squeezed the head. "Mmmm, feels like velvet," Brianna hissed happily as a droplet of precum leaked from the tip.

"I love the way it's so hard and yet soft at the same time," she said as if to herself.

I watched as she stared at my cockhead for several seconds, and then wrapped her lips around it and sucked the precum away then applied a wonderful suction to the rest of the head, stopping only to run her tongue around the edge of my corona.

A surge of pleasure ran up and down my spine. After watching them in the theatre I was ready to explode, and might have had not Lillian told Brianna to stop and release me.

And of course she did.

"Now Brianna darling, do you want that cock inside you?" Lillian inquired in a detached voice.

"Yes!" she replied eagerly. "And Donnie, do you want to fuck her silly?"

"Very much, Lillian."

"Good. Then listen to me."

Both Brianna and I were all ears. 

"You are both to do exactly what I say, without hesitation. And, when I say stop, you must stop immediately. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," we replied in unison. Brianna was deadly serious. I was trying to keep from laughing out loud. I was going to fuck the both of them, and they knew it, but I decided to go along with Lillian's game unless she went too far for me.

"One last detail and it's an important one. Neither of you is allowed to cum until I give explicit permission, is that understood?" 

I frowned. Brianna meekly said, "Of course, Lillian."

I realized they had played this game, or one like it before.

"Donnie?" Lillian asked, prodding me to answer.

"Yes, I agree, so long as you don't try to keep me from cumming when I really need too."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, it's a yes."

We awaited our orders, kneeling facing one another, arms at our sides, Brianna with her wet, wanting pussy and me with my hard jutting cock. 

"Donnie, lie down on the seat, face up." 

I did as I was told. 

"Now, Brianna, get him ready to fuck you. Spit on his cock, get him good and wet." 

Brianna leaned over me and let a long string of saliva drip from her mouth onto my cock. She used a hand to smear it all over the head and shaft. 

"Is it ready?"Lillian inquired.

"No, Lillian, not yet," Brianna replied and added another gob of saliva to the first, rubbed that in and then added another even larger gob. "He's ready, Lillian," she said looking at her before taking any further liberties with my dick.

"Now suck him good!" Lillian crowed and clapped her hands. Brianna reacted by taking me into her hot little mouth and sucking voraciously. I begin to understand the game they're playing with me. 

Brianna was doing her best to make me cum. My job, if I can do it, is to refrain from cumming despite her best efforts.

But as soon as I moaned from the sheer pleasure of her mouth, Lillian told us to stop.

"Wha?" my somewhat sexually dazed cocksucker huffed.

"It's your turn, Bree. Straddle his face and slowly lower your pussy to his lips. Don't lick or touch him, but be sure to bend over so I can see him licking you." 

Now I'm on my back with my head toward the passenger side of the car. My rampant dick is pressed against my belly by Brianna's ass, as she scoots into position with one leg on either side of my face. I realize I'm anxious to taste her pussy and groan with anticipation as she slowly lower her pussy within reach of my tongue.

"A word of warning, Brianna, he's very good at this. I know he drove me crazy the other night at our Prom.

Brianna giggled excitedly. Her musky smell was almost overpowering. And then I lost myself in her center, her clit is resting on my chin as I lap away at her labia, occasionally darting my tongue inside her making her shudder.

Lillian's face is next to mine, watching intently as Brianna's juices tart to flow and wet the lower portion of my face.

Brianna begins to hump my face, making soft little, "Huh-Huh" sounds.

Suddenly, Lillian smacks her on the ass! 

"You are NOT allowed to cum! Goddamn it I think you came, Bree!"

Brianna weakly protested, "No, no, I swear I didn't!"

"Get off him!" Donnie please stay where you are."

"Bree, do you want his cock in you?"

Panting hard, Brianna huffed, "Yes, yes, Lillian."

"Alright, I want you to straddle him and fuck him. But neither of you are to cum until I say so." 

Brianna scrambled to turn herself around and squatted over my turgid cock, quickly grabbed it and brought it to her hole and shoved it in.

I was amazed at how tight she was.

Wanting to express myself about it, but not wanting to embarrass Brianna, I spoke to Lillian.

"Why didn't you tell me her cunt was so tight?"

"You noticed? Wonderful. Isn't it great?"

But surely I didn't ... I mean, she isn't a virgin right?"

"No she had a boyfriend who fucked her regularly. Brianna, show him how big Ned was."

Brianna held her hands apart about three or four inches. "He was thin as a noodle too," she added.

"Well it's a pleasure to be the one to open you up a little," I told her.

"Mmmm, I should tell you, your cock feels terrific in my pussy. If Lillian gives me permission I'll milk you to a cum. You won't even have to take it out."

Both Lillian and I laughed at her remark.

Then Lillian grew serious again, saying, "slower, guys, make it last."

The next five minutes were a trial for the two of us. We were both close, but straining to keep from cumming.

Finally, I gasped, "Lillian, let us finish, damn it!"

She laughed and chirped, "Okay, go for it!"

Free to fuck at last, Brianna started to hump me.

Of course I was trying to drive my pole into her as she was coming down on it. We got a rhythm going, and she leaned forward, making her cunt even tighter around my dick, while presenting her tits to my mouth.

All I could manage, moving the way we were, was to nip at them, biting one hard enough to cause her to grunt in pain.

"STOP!" Lillian yelled and we applied the brakes to our sexual movements, but I remained inside Brianna.

"What the fuck?" I snarled. "Lillian, quit fucking with us!"

"Get off him now, Bree!" There was urgency in her voice I hadn't heard before. 

"Hands and knees, Bree!"

Brianna scrambled to assume the position. I looked on with interest as her ass was now inches from my face.

"Put it up her ass, Donnie. Don't bother lubing her. She loves it up her ass."

"You're kidding, I'll hurt her, Lillian," I protested.

"Tell him, Bree!" "She's right, Donnie. I love it up my ass...really I do!"

With almost no hesitation on my part, I took aim and drove my dick straight into her asshole.

Brianna grunted, but otherwise held her position. It took me three thrusts and I was fully immersed in her shitter.

I found it incredible on two counts, one, the ease of entry, and two, her ass was even tighter than her twat had been.

"Go on, Donnie, fuck her good."

All the waiting and stoppages were forgotten. I was surprised that it took me about two minutes to cum, but it did, and it was magnificent from my perspective.

My guess is that Brianna enjoyed it too, for she was crying tears of happiness, at least until Lillian pulled me away from Brianna and pushed her cunt into the other's face. Brianna ate Lillian to her own tumultuous climax, holding her ass cheeks to keep her cunt plastered against her hungry mouth.

Fifteen minutes later, Lillian's dominant period came to an abrupt end when I had to slap her across the face to show her who was really in charge. Then I had both of them leaning side by side against the backrest and took turns fucking each of them, alternating strokes in one and then switching to the other.

I later learned that they both derived their pleasure from not knowing just when I'd enter them. For I'd varied the number of thrusts each time, say giving Brianna four quick pumps, then pulling out and slamming into Lillian for five or six rapid thrusts.

Then just before I came, I had both of them turn around and share my cock, kissing and licking it until I started to cum, then they squirmed round my cock vying for the sperm.

I never saw Brianna again. In fact, I only managed one more fuck with Lillian before graduation. She and Phil got married three or four months after. Yes, she was pregnant, and yes, it's quite possible it was mine. But I never asked, and I never tried to fuck her again.

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Sensualist Ch. 09



Gloved Hand-job - Tying Alice up - Using the Gloves on Alice - Spanking Goes Awry - Jennifer, A Girl of a Different Color 

Friday night the Mattingly's welcomed me into their home when I came to pick Alice up for our date. I dressed accordingly, wanting, no, needing to impress her parents. 

I started off by 'borrowing' a pair of my late father's handmade Italian shoes. It seems we shared the same size foot and although tailor made for him, fit me perfectly. My remaining attire consisted of a light-weight ivory colored linen sports jacket, paired off with razor sharp creased mocha colored slacks and a pale yellow shirt. My mother told me it looked like I'd stepped out of Esquire Magazine.

Alice came bounding down the stairs in a demur black cocktail dress in which she looked stunningly gorgeous. The first thing she did was to give me a kiss in front of her parents, which caught me off guard. 

I returned the kiss, but kept it short, and then wasted no time in hurrying her out the door with "have her home by one," ringing in my ears.

The car was less than half a block from her home when Alice leaned against me and purred, "Let's find a secluded spot and do it."

"Do it?" I replied, putting the emphasis on 'it.'

"You know, she said, "Let's fuck!"

I turned toward her and said with a huge grin, "That's my girl!"

I drove straight to the motel I'd used for Prom Night and registered, requesting the room for two nights.

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Once inside, Alice went directly into the bathroom and deliberately closed the door halfway before starting to undress.

What the fuck? She's trying something different, I thought, something she's thought about, well now, let's give her some lead before yanking on the leash like De Sade recommends.

I hung my jacket on a hanger and placed it in the closet, and then placed myself where I could look in the bathroom without being too noticeable and saw Alice undo the straps around her neck, let the dress fall off and puddle on the bathroom floor leaving her wearing only a lacy black garter belt that held up the black stockings on her long, perfect legs. I bet her mother knew nothing about them, and what else? I'm surprised that I actually recall a pair of black pearl earrings, surely not real as expensive as that would be; and last her shoes, a pair of black pumps which Alice chose to leave on.

All in all, Alice took ten minutes to reapply her makeup, which I thought perfect but what did I know about women and their ideas about it? Next to nothing, but I resolved to be patient and take the time to learn. And I must say that it has paid great dividends over the years. They are amazed that I know as much as I do, and somehow it leads to their confiding certain things to me that they would never tell another man.

Suddenly my interest in what Alice was doing soared, for she was studying her cunt, or so it seemed at first. Then I realized that she had shaved the hair off her pussy, well most of it, but what remained looked like Hitler's moustache, a little patch of hair above her pussy, leaving everything else baby smooth. 

I smiled to myself and watched as she turned, awkwardly and looked over her shoulder to inspect her ass. Her asshole and pussy looked good enough to eat as far as I was concerned, and I wondered if she was going to let me put it up her ass before the night was over.

I had to keep from laughing aloud, when she grinned into the mirror and checked to see if anything was stuck in her teeth. I would have thought she'd have done that before leaving her house. But perhaps she was making certain. I did appreciate the gesture.

Then she did make me laugh, sniffing her armpits and then dabbing some perfume under them. She didn't stop there, but added another dab to her pussy and asshole. What a considerate girl!

Alice studied herself in the mirror for a full minute then reached into her purse and took out a-well I didn't know what it was until she put it around her neck and clasped it. It was a black velvet choker. She paused then reached into a small shopping bag she'd brought with her and took out a pair of long black gloves which she slowly drew on over each hand. They went right up to her elbows.

It made for a striking contrast with her tanned skin, especially the areas around her breasts and pussy, which had not been exposed to the summer sun and remained pale white. A moment later my brain registered the fact that because of the contrast in black apparel and her tanned skin, I was compelled to look at that small portion of alabaster skin untouched by the sun that comprised her breasts and her cunt and virtually nothing else. 

And it was deliberate, for her eyes sparkled with mischief as she brushed over her nipples with her hands. Already stiff, they turned a darker pink and got even harder. And when she pinched her nipples, I felt mine tingle. 

She knew exactly what she was doing to me. Slowly turning around, she bent over and showed off her fantastic ass. When she was sure that the connection was firmly made between us, she straightened up and locking eyes with me, began to stroke the back of her neck, and then moved her hands down to her breasts and gave them a good squeeze. 

"Sooo, you like?"

"I do," I said. "I do like it very much!"

"How do you want me?"

"I want you very much too; but first, let me take a long look at you. A guy doesn't have his girl dress up, or should I say, dress down for him like this very often."

That pleased her even more.

"Could you turn around for me, please?"

Alice quickly obliged me, giggling as she turned and presented her very lovely derriere to my eyes.

"Now would you spread you legs?" 

"Oh, you're so naughty, wanting to peek at my heinie."

I knelt behind her. She knew exactly where I was, for I ran both hands over the backs of her thighs; up, then down. She purred contentedly.

The perfume she'd applied in the bathroom reached my nostrils and I nearly swooned from its sensuality. My face was level with the spidery-looking orifice that was her asshole. It too had the delightful odor of her perfume.

Reaching between her legs, I touched her pussy. It was wet. My hand moved further north, found the little parcel of pubic hair remaining, and gave it a light tug.

Alice giggled. "Like it? I think it resembles that funnyman from the silent movies-Charlie Something."

"Chaplin," I said.

She nodded appreciatively. "That's the guy. I love the way he walks. And she was off doing an imitation of his side-to side stroll. It was quite a good impersonation.

Since she'd moved away, I used it as an opportunity to sit down in the armchair provided by the motel. 

Alice gave me an unguarded look and came over to stand in front of me. I slouched back in the chair, legs bent over the edge.

"Want to take my slacks off?"

"Oh, yeah!" she yelped, quickly loosening my belt and fly, and then eased them slowly off of me.

I'd gone commando, and my erection sprang up, slapped against my belly and then boinged briefly before coming to a halt.

"You really dressed up for me, Donnie. I thought my mother was going to jump you, you looked so good."

I grinned at her as she removed one of my shoes. "These shoes, they must have cost a fortune!"

"Actually, they were my father's. He traveled a lot. We have the same size foot so ..."

"Oh, wow!"

"And the slacks..."

"Atlanta. There are a lot of fine stores there, I ..."

"It must be nice to have money," she said rather wistfully. Her eyes were somewhere else.

Once I was nude, I said, "Alice, I want you to do a couple things for me, okay?"

"Sure baby. You have the loveliest cock, you know?"

"Thank you."

"I mean, I haven't seen that many..."

"How many have you seen, Alice?"

"You, of course; and Phil that night, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. Who else?"

"Um, no one really; I mean, there was this porno thing I watched with some girls one time. They had this guy-he was supposed to have a twelve inch dick, but they don't get that big, right?"

I smiled at her. "Actually they do. But it's exceedingly rare. I believe the record is thirteen and a half inches. But like I said, it's very, very rare. Now, I'm told the average guy's size when erect is about five or six inches. I happen to have one that's a little over eight inches. I suppose, but can't say for sure, that I'm one out of a hundred, or something like that. It's possible the odds are greater, but I doubt anyone keeps records of it. I mean, how could they?"

It was her turn to laugh. "I suppose an enterprising girl could."

I fell into the trap asking, "Really, how?"

"By fucking a bunch of guys and keeping a rough count of their respective sizes.

I laughed with her at my expense. "I guess that would work, wouldn't it?"

"Want me to measure you for starters?"

"Not right now," I said, "But I would like you to put your hands behind you and clasp them together."

She stood there smiling, anticipating the pleasure that was certain to follow. Her ample breasts were pushed out as she held her head high. Her tongue came out and licked each lip in turn.

"Now I have to say you look even better in that pose, Alice. The collar and the gloves make those tits of yours look even better, if that's possible."

"Thank you, I'm glad you like them."

"I love them, and I have every intention of showing you how much sooner than later."

Alice giggled, and said, "I do like having you play with them."

I gave the right breast a light slap.

Alice jumped in surprise.

"Look at them jiggle," I said, and slapped the left one. She didn't jump, but stood her ground.

"They do have a bounce to them when you do that, don't they," she giggled.

"Let's try something I think you'll like, Alice."

"Okay!"

"Keep your legs straight and your hands locked behind you... and suck my cock." 

"Oh, no! That'll spoil my surprise!" Alice whined.

"Well by all means, let's move on to your surprise," I said with a big grin.

Her golden hair shone in the lamplight as she stroked the inside of my thigh with her right hand, and slowly moved it up until it reached the mid-point of my cock, which she ran her fingernails over.

"Come to bed with me," Alice cooed.

We both stood up. Walking behind, I took in her lovely rear, framed by the garters and swaying hypnotically as she walked in her those heels until stopping at the foot of the bed.

Alice knelt on the bed, hands between her legs, gently stroking her sex as I joined her on the bed, kneeling and facing her. We looked at each other as if memorizing the moment, then, swinging her slender legs out from under her, she stood up and walked around so she was behind me. 

"Donnie, please put your hands on top of your head for me." 

I did, and she put both of her hands on my shoulders, ran them down my back until she cupped my asscheeks. I felt myself shudder when she squeezed them together.

"You have the nicest ass," Alice said happily.

"But I love, I mean I'm crazy about your cock!" she yelped, continuing to praise my body parts. 

Her mouth was slightly open, her lips dewed; her eyes wide but slightly glazed over as she leaned over and swung her dangling breasts so that they brushed over my dick and balls. 

Yeah that felt good, and it must have felt good to her too, for she let out a squeak of pleasure and kept doing it. Eventually she either tired of sweeping her boobs over my dick, or just decided to move on to her next phase. That involved running her gloved hands down the inside of my hips, stroking the inside of my thighs, and then around and inside my hips again. 

I don't think I'd ever seen her happier.

Alice tugged each glove to ensure it was fully extended, and a mischievous smile and sparkle in her eyes told me she had something delightfully wicked planned. And she certainly did. Reaching out with a gloved hand she took my cock in hand and lightly slid up and down its length. I was surprised by the feel of the velvet on my cock flesh. It definitely added something to her masturbatory technique.

"That's very nice, Alice," I cooed appreciatively.

"You like?" 

"Yes, I like!"

She brought her other hand into play about then, rubbing the gloves over my dick in a kind of circling movement, nothing earthshaking, mind you, but it segued into a very pleasant feeling throughout my cock and testes.

"Do the gloves make a difference, Donnie?"

"They do, they really do. Try one on yourself."

It was only a suggestion, but one she readily accepted, sending a gloved finger into her wet pussy.

"Whoa! That's fucking hot!" she moaned, as the finger darted in and out of her pussy.

And then began lightly stroking my cock and balls. I couldn't speak. At least I couldn't communicate using verbal language. Guttural grunts and groans was the best I could manage.

It appeared to be enough to satisfy Alice, who began to hum to herself as she continued using the gloves on me, teasing my balls with one hand while slowly stroking my cock with the other.

I went out of my mind from the ensuing sensations.

I couldn't fathom where she'd obtained the knowledge to do it, but could formulate the words to ask. I kept moaning and groaning as she varied her technique, whisking those gloves up and down the length of my manhood, sending shivers down my spine; then using the other hand to hold the base of my cock while jerking me off with the other.

My cockhead had turned dark purple with lust.

I think I was making sounds like, "UGH-UGH-UGH."

I glanced at her face and found it calm, almost serene, yet her eyes were filled with lust and depravity.

There was no question but that Alice had unlimited potential as a sexual partner. But this realization would come to me too late to take full advantage. We would both be off to college in a short time. That separation would take us down similar paths, but paths that wouldn't cross again for some time. And as I said, it would be too late to join forces with her.

Meanwhile, the pleasure was damn near unbearable.

I felt myself nearing orgasm, and told her.

Alice reacted by squeezing the base of my shaft and stopping the sperm before it left my sacs.

Her free hand continued rubbing me everywhere a different sensation could be wrung out of me. Those gloves were relentless.

But just as it approached the unbearable, Alice giggled and said, "Sorry I took so long. How's this, baby?" A gloved hand began a vigorous jacking on my shaft after releasing its grip at the base of my dick.

I began to pump sperm. Hot ropes spewed forth. The first flew past her head, causing her to howl with surprise. The next caught her right on the chin, and she started to laugh.

Two more thick lines rocketed from my cock, and Alice was roaring with astonished laughter. 

"That's fucking wild!" she crowed.

And yet another splattered across her right breast. She brought a halt to any further ejaculate by covering the purplish head with her mouth and absorbing the remaining sperm in her mouth and gleefully swallowing it.

Laughing delightedly, she crowed, "So much cum!" 

I confessed that I couldn't recall ever cumming that much at one time.

"Ever?" she said unbelievingly.

"Ever," I replied, and then added, "It was the damn gloves. I never felt anything like them."

I'm not sure how long I lay there. Far from being exhausted, I felt full of energy, but I lay very still, plotting just how to repay Alice in kind.

Alice busied herself with cleaning my penis, taking the head in her mouth to clean my shaft with one bob of her head. She licked around my thighs, and belly, and testicles, and when every drop of semen was licked up, she placed her face closely up to my genitals, and combed my pubic hair with her fingers, and cooed and talked and sang to my cock as she petted it, and arranged it, and watched it shrink to rose-petal softness. 

We snuggled for ten or fifteen minutes before I told her I was ready for more.

"Really?" she murmured. 

"Oh yes." I said, kissing her ear.

"That's my horny boy! What do you want to do?" 

I kissed her ear again. "You've been doing all the work. It's my turn now."

"I liked doing all the work. I like to please."

I kissed her throat, her eyes, and her forehead. "I have a need to give too."

My left hand reached between her legs, the pad of my middle finger caressed her clit, then moved down to separate her pussy lips. Moistness betrayed her. Alice closed her eyes, and bit her lip, mildly embarrassed.

"I can fix that, you know."

"You don't have to."

I had to chuckle at that and then whispered in her ear: "But I'm going too." 

Her eyes opened and studied me. "You're going too?"

I nodded my head.

She leaned over, kissed my forehead, and suddenly jumped off the bed, shouting: "You've got to catch me first." 

She got two steps away from the bed before I leaped to my feet and began chasing her.

It wasn't much of a chase, after all she was wearing those high heels and I was barefoot. And just where was she going dressed or undressed as she was?

I wrapped an arm around her chest, found a nipple and that stopped her in her tracks.

"You'll hurt me if you pull..." She blurted out in warning.

I had other ideas. I reached out and pulled a pillow from the bed, took a step back and walloped her on the behind with it.

"OH, YOU!" She bleated-and the pillow fight was on.

We took turns, or so it seemed, smacking each other with the pillows until we tired and collapsed on the bed, laughing hysterically. 

On recovering, I said, "That was fun."

"Yes, it was," Alice agreed. 

Using one of her gloves, I began tying her wrists together; Alice giggled while struggling to keep me from doing it but failed. I don't think she tried all that hard, but I had control of her and with my Boy Scout background would have managed it anyway.

Silk is actually tough stuff, pound for pound stronger than steel, but the glove had enough give and stretch to allow her plenty of wiggle room. Reaching my right arm under her belly, I took hold of her left elbow, then grabbed her other elbow with my left arm. And with a move that was deft and not at all gentle, picked her up and flipped her over. With a gasp, she landed on her back with enough force to make the bed bounce. 

Straddling her, my arms pinning her shoulders, I feasted my eyes on the beautiful body before me. Her long blonde hair fanned over the pillow. Her red lips were parted in surprise at how forceful I'd been. Her perfect breasts quivered in the dim lighting of the motel room. I admired her soft white skin, contrasted with the black stockings, garter belt, and the strangely dazzling black choker collar.

Alice stared at me; her startled blue eyes wide open. Then they narrowed, and in a husky low voice she threw down the challenge. "Well, big boy, you've got me all tied up and helpless. What next?"

I scooted forward, and rested my cock on one of her nipples. Taking the shaft in hand, I began working the soft, velvet tip over her nipple. 

She whimpered, and little furrows appeared on her forehead.

I shifted over to the other nipple, and began doing the same. The muscles around her jaw tensed.

I worked my penis downward, tracing it over her navel which proved more sensitive than expected. One of her legs kicked out, and she let out a long moan.

Laughing quietly, I wrote my name over her belly with the tip of my penis. She sighed and brought her knees up, then opened her legs revealing a very wet pussy glistening in the dim light.

I had an inspiration.

With my dick inches from her pussy, I locked my legs around hers to keep them open, and reached out to grab the other glove. The black, elbow length silk glove Alice had given that magnificent hand job with.




Sensualist Ch. 09



I let the glove dangle in my hand to its full length. Her eyes widened in wonder. But her knees parted even more in anticipation of my entering her.

I shifted my legs so that her ankles were now locked between my calves and thighs, my full weight pinning them as I sat up between her legs.

Then I began brushing the glove over her pussy.

Her eyes popped open, her head shot up. "What the fuck are you doing?"

I saw no reason to reply and continued brushing the fingers of the dangling silk glove up and down her pussy lips.

"OH, FUCK-THAT'S..." Her head fell back; she shuddered and moaned at her lowest pitch yet.

I kept that up, teasing her pussy with the silk, and her hips began to move, up and down, trying to grasp the sensations that were infuriatingly just out of her reach. Her arms pulled on the bindings, but I'd done a good job, and she couldn't get loose. She squirmed, and moaned, her breathing becoming deeper, faster.

"That feels...that feels..."

I took the glove in both hands, stretched the silk taut, pressed it down and began rubbing it. Rubbing it hard. Up and down her clitoris, as if I were waxing it.

Alice sucked air in, and again her head shot up, her eyes and mouth wide open as she tried to endure the excruciation of it all. Her hips began to move faster, undulating up and down as she tried to say something, but the words got lost in her grunts. The cords in her neck were tense, her eyes closed, her grunts and breathing coming faster as her orgasm approached.

But I stopped and took the glove away, and listened to her moan in frustration.

I admired my work to date. Her pussy was ruby red, her labia puffed up twice their normal size. And her clit, which I had paid special attention too, was stiff, pink and vulnerable.

I pulled the glove through one hand to give it good momentum, and it whistled through the air. 

It hit her clit with a loud smack and the juice fairly gushed from her cunt.

"DONNIE!" she screamed. 

I spanked her pussy with the glove next.

"OH, MY GOD!" she wiggled like a snake, pulling frantically at her bonds, and her head pounded up and down into the pillow. To no avail.

Under the sting of the silk, her clit stood up proudly at the top of her slit, her juices ran freely, and between the engorged lips of her pussy her tiny hole opened and invited me in.

Something told me a change in tactics was called for. 

I tried putting the glove on my right hand, of course it wouldn't fit, but I made do and began kneading her breasts making sure the gloved material made contact with her supple flesh.

Alice resorted to what can only be described as guttural grunts when I moved to her nipples; first using only the palms of my hand, and then squeezing them, and not gently. I brought my other, ungloved hand into play and raked my fingernails over her nipples, and Alice came, groaning and humping the air.

But that didn't stop me.

I continued to tease her nipples, alternating between gloved hand and ungloved hand. Pinching each nipple in turn, pulling on them and twisting them while her head lolled from side-to-side, eyes closed, eyes wide open, drooling from the mouth. 

And she began calling out my name over and over and over. But she didn't say anything about stopping.

I brought the glove to her pussy and just touched her with it. I'm positive she had a small orgasm then and there. I rubbed her clit several times and then ran my hardon over her mouth and teeth. There was a muffled snort as Alice attempted to capture my cock in her mouth-she missed, but at the same time she was grinding her cunt against the gloved fingers still massaging her cunt as the wetness spilled out of her.

And she came-hard!"

With her huffing against my cock and balls, I held her tight. As she began to come down from the orgasm, I rubbed my gloved hand-well two fingers anyway-forcing her mouth open, and then pulled at her lips until she was sucking on the gloved fingers like a small baby a pacifier.

I was amazed at her reaction. I didn't understand what was happening, but I did know that I had changed Alice forever.

After waiting until Alice calmed down, I untied her wrists.

Panting heavily, she inquired, "Are you ... going to ... use both gloves on me now?" 

"Do I need too?"

"No ... just fuck me hard ... please?"

There was no need to respond, action was louder than any words, and so, taking hold of her ankles, I placed them round my waist. Alice clamped them tighter than I might have wanted, but I let it go. Cock in hand; I rubbed it against the swollen lips of her cunt.

Alice moaned appreciatively. "Yes, Donnie ...Do it!"

I rubbed the head over her clit. Alice shuddered and spread her legs a little wider.

"Going to do you now, baby!" I whispered. My entry was slow, but assured. I began timing the strokes with the rise of her hips, savoring the moment while I'd drive it all the way in.

But I held off. Something De Sade had said about depriving his partners of gratification until they couldn't stand it anymore, made me slow perceptibly, almost coming to a complete halt. I brought her to the edge and stopped.

Alice struggled in vain trying to push herself so that I entered her deeper recesses. But I held my manhood back, despite the scratches she left on my back and shoulder blades.

"Donnie ... Please!"

Her frustration mounted. She was lost with need-her need to cum.

"C'mon, Donnie ... fuck me!"

"Donnie, don't do this-I mean, don't do this to me!"

"Put it in! For God's sake, put it in me!"

So I did. 

I positioned myself at the ready, and then slammed my cock into her. Almost instantly I felt her vagina muscles try to grip my shaft.

"Jesus, Donnie, I-I never thought you could feel this big!" She ran on and on unable to stop talking as we fucked. Eventually she trailed off with a series of "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucks."

Now I joined her in an animal-like need for sexual gratification. Alice's black stockings hissed against my skin. Her heels dug into my calves like a jockey spurring his horse to the finish. 

We were definitely in a race. My guess is that I was holding her tighter than necessary, in my own race to the finish line, grunting louder with each thrust as I pounded into her.

Alice goaded me on, hoarsely ranting, "Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!"

My very being was inflamed by her baiting and humping back at me as hard as I was pumping into her. I felt it cumming, and wrapped my legs even tighter around her. 

And with one last, "Fuck me," ringing in my ears, I exploded. Cum spilled out of her cunt and covered both our groins. Alice still chanting, "Fuck me," ground her clit against my pubic bone, moving her hips in circles, faster and faster until ...

"That was...that was..." Alice managed, then fell back on the bed and closed her eyes and lay still. 

Ten or so minutes later, Alice rolled onto her side and nudged me until I opened one eye.

"I'm exhausted!" she whispered.

"Me too, but give me another five minutes, then I'll do you again."

And I did.

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The following night we were back in the motel, raring to go again. 

Giggling like the teenager she was, Alice told me she'd had to throw her mother's opera gloves away because she couldn't get rid of the smell of sex on them, and trying to wash them she'd ruined them using too much Clorox.

"What did you tell her?"

"I said I found them uncomfortable and took them off in the restaurant, and then forgot them. I added that I called the restaurant later, but they didn't find them and that I'd call again, maybe even stop by to see if anyone turned them in."

"Do you think we can top last night, Alice?"

"Oh, God-you think?"

"Why not? Yesterday is history, tonight we can make history all over again."

"Ain't life fuckin' grand?" she yipped excitedly as she started pulling off all her clothes.

I took her nipple between my teeth and worried it.

I could almost see her mind recalling how I'd mistreated them the previous night and how much she'd enjoyed it.

I got a little rougher with one, increasing the pressure of my teeth until she yelped with the pain.

But she hadn't told me to stop.

I backed off anyway. No sense in frightening her when we were just starting. Improvising, I slid my hands under her hips from either side, cupping her ass. I gave it several what I hoped were pleasurable squeezes and then went off to pillage her cunt.

I cupped her mons and caressed her clitoris, and then spread her wider, sending two fingers into the gooeyness at the entrance of her cunt.

"Ohhh, that's soooo nice," she hissed happily.

"I like that you're so wet for me," I cooed as my fingers glided in and out. Moments later the thumb on my other hand found her anus and gently began to work its way inside.

"I may be dirty back there," she said.

"Should I stop?"

"No, go on. It kinda feels good."

"Then don't worry about it being dirty. That's my problem."

She paused for a moment."You did Lillian there, didn't you?"

"Did she tell you that?"

"Yeah, sorta."

"Explain."

"She said she likes it back there. I know you guys did it, soooo."

"Yes, we did. I just don't like talking out of school, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, and I like that. I wouldn't want you telling anyone about what we've done, or doing."

"Your secret's safe with me. By the way, you should pick out a safe word."

"A safe word? What for?"

"In case we're doing some Bondage stuff. Like say, what's your favorite color?"

"Yellow, silly. You know that."

"Well, yellow could be your safe word. If I'm doing something and you really want me to stop, just say yellow, and I will."

"You really will?"

"Yes, I promise I will. You have to trust me when doing any kind of bondage."

"I don't know..."

"You did it last night when I tied the glove around your hands."

"Oh-that was bondage?"

"You were tied up, couldn't I have done anything I wanted to you?"

"You wouldn't-you could have, couldn't you?"

"See what I mean?"

"Okay, yellow is my safe word, and if I say it, you stop, right?"

"Absolutely correct."

With Alice seemingly satisfied with things, I resumed teasing her asshole. It was obvious the feelings were strange to Alice, but titillating her as well. Using the middle finger in lieu of my thumb, I pushed at her anal entrance until the first joint disappeared inside, and then I moved the tip of the finger back and forth.

"Oh! That's like being goosed."

I left the finger where it was for the time being and concentrated on those digits embedded in her cunt. I probed about seeking her g-spot and ultimately found it.

"Umm, Donnie? Can you stop for a minute? I have to pee."

"No you don't, Alice."

"I know when I have to pee, Donnie., she said slightly exasperated at my not comprehending her basic need.

"I beg to differ, Alice. In a few more seconds you'll see. I'm making you cum big time."

"You've got to be-OH!"

She'd felt herself rising to the edge of a massive orgasm.

"I-how did you do that?"

She was reacting to my teasing the g-spot with the padding of my fingertips. Her excitement was now evident to both of us. I wanted to heighten the overall effect and began pumping the finger in her ass in and out at a faster pace.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God!" she wailed. She felt her orgasm coming and tightened her ass and legs as the spasms hit and she came, explosively.

My fingers kept at it, finding her most intimate pleasure centers and expertly enticing them into wonderful turmoil. Then I began kissing her, sliding my tongue deep inside her mouth, probing her there as well, and moaning my pleasure as she responded to the passionate kiss with her own tongue and lips.

The inside of her legs were soaked and Alice inhaled the musky smell of her own excitation as another spasm hit home. She cried out as it engulfed her. She lost her balance, but I was ready and guided her into my lap, wet and excited and still coming.

I kissed her mouth and she tasted herself, and that brought on yet another orgasm. She moaned and bit my nipple, and then sucked at the salty sweat coating it.

Alice lay in my arms, trembling from the aftershocks. I waited until her heart rate slowed and when she looked up at me. "You haven't even cum yourself. What can I do for you?"

"You can listen to me for a while." 

"Okay, sure. I'm all ears," she giggled happily.

"I started telling you about bondage, but got carried away with your gloves last night."

"Did you ever!"

"Alice, let me do the talking," I said admonishing her.

Alice made a sewing motion with her fingers over her mouth. I took it to mean she was going to shut up and listen.

"I've been reading this guy, De Sade's stuff lately. He-well most people write him off as a sadist, which he was-but he was about pleasure too. I will admit some of his stuff is scary, but I'm not talking about the far out shit. I'm talking about the lesser things. That's the stuff I want to try with you. I won't hurt you that I promise. But you have to trust me.

"Yesterday we agreed on a safe word-yellow. Do you remember?"

Alice nodded, that she did.

"Now this is important. If at any time you want me to stop, just say the word, yellow, and I will stop."

"So this is about pain. You intend to hurt me."

"There will be some pain, yes. But wasn't there some level of pain last night when I was slapping you with and without the gloves?"

I didn't recall slapping her without the gloves, and those slaps were soft and applied to very sensitive parts of her genitals. I was hoping she recalled the pleasure and assumed that some of it was painful.

She was nodding in the affirmative, but saying, 

"I don't know, Donnie. I mean I don't think you'll hurt me, but...gee, I just don't know."

I decided not to press her, to give her time to think about it. Had our roles been reversed I would have wanted to think it over. "Take your time, Alice. I'm not going anywhere."

I watched her relax as she thought things out. I took advantage of the situation to study her body, it was something I really hadn't had the luxury of doing. Her nipples had stiffened, so she was excited. A downward glance revealed that she was most definitely excited, for her labia were glistening with moisture.

I smiled at her and mouthed the words, 'I love you,' and showed her the handcuffs; then held them out to her. She met my eyes, and with lust readily apparent in her voice, said, "Okay, put them on me."

As I took her hands in mine and pulled them gently behind her and placed the cuffs on each wrist, I asked, "Do you remember the safe word?"

"Mmmm, yellow?"

"That's right, 'Yellow.' Yellow is the magic word. I will stop whatever I'm doing and release you. I swear I will."

Alice shuddered the second the cuffs snapped shut.

"Did you just cum, Alice?"

"Mmmm... a little," she replied in a husky voice.

"Exciting, isn't it?"

"Mmmm, yeah."

I noticed her breathing was ragged. I let my hands slide down her back, over her ass and up between her legs. She began to struggle, as if embarrassed by her own lasciviousness. 

"Spread your legs, Alice," I whispered into her ear.

"I'm pretty wet," she said, embarrassed.

"I know," I answered, my own voice a husky rasp. She wasn't the only one in the room that was overly excited. I had to struggle to keep from cumming in my pants.

A low moan escaped her throat as she complied and spread herself for me. I started with two fingers and had no difficulty whatsoever in entering her slickened pussy. "So far, so good?" I asked.

"Mmmm, yeah...so far it's very exciting not knowing-you know?"

Moving my fingers around was making her sweat. I increased the tempo, jabbing them here and there at a faster pace. She began to writhe under my probing. 

I saw a bead of sweat form on her upper lip. 

I slowly brought the thumb of my free hand into play, and caressed her anus. Alice moaned loudly the moment I exerted minimal pressure on that orifice, pushing back against the thumb. I couldn't decide if that meant she wanted it deeper, or totally withdrawn. I wanted to ask, but it would have been unlike De Sade to inquire. Oh, no. De Sade would have plunged the thumb right on in.

And so I did.

"YELLOW! YELLOW! YELLOW!"

I yanked the thumb out, and with it my fingers also departed the warmth of her cunt.

"Yellow on your ass, or totally?"

"I-I don't know. I-I got terribly frightened. I was thinking all sorts of things, you know? I mean, I liked it. It was exhilarating, it was...stimulating, but then again it was scary too."

"That's the reason for the handcuffs. They add to the...exhilaration, like you said." I caught a glint of something in her eye, and decided to remove the cuffs then and there.

"What are you doing?" Alice asked, as I took hold of her left wrist.

"Taking the cuffs off you, Alice. I said I would, and I'm keeping my word."

"Oh! But I didn't mean for that to happen," she protested.

There was a clicking sound and I held the handcuffs up in front of her face then tossed them onto the bed.

I noted a satisfaction in her expression. It appeared that by ridding her of the cuffs, I proved myself trustworthy. I had given her control over her situation, and with it came a trust.

"Did I past your test, Alice?"

She smiled at me. "Yes, you passed the test with flying colors, Donnie. I do love you so much!" And throwing her arms around me, kissed me passionately. We sucked one another's tongue for a while.

"Alice, I want you to know that what I've planned for us tonight is essentially for your enjoyment. It's for your pleasure, your excitement, but I'll need your permission and your trust to accomplish it."

"You still want to cuff me?"

I acted as if she hadn't uttered a word. "I'm going to fuck you, and don't worry. I'll get my orgasms too; but not for a while yet."

"But," she said in protest, only to be silenced by my taking her nipple into my mouth and roughly sucking it. "Oh!" she croaked in surprise.

And when I bit into it, inflicting a sudden, unexpected wave of pain, the "Oh," became a shriek.

Emulating De Sade I continued to increase the pressure, but was careful not to draw any blood as I sucked voraciously on the small tender nub.

Alice was writhing in pain and pleasure when I backed off.

"That hurt, Donnie!" she protested.

"I didn't hear the safe word, Alice."

"I didn't know you were going to bite me."

"But you did know the safe word. You just didn't use it. Now was that because you forgot, or was it because you wanted to see if the pain was worth bearing because of the intensity of the pleasure?"

"I don't understand," she replied.

"You don't? Can't you tell the difference between pain and pleasure?"

"Of course I can!" she huffed, losing her temper.

"Did you not just experience both pain and pleasure?"

"I don't..."

I interrupted her, saying, "When I bit your nipple, you felt a combination of things, did you not?"

"I guess..."

"Don't guess. Either you did or you didn't. I tried to bring you an increased level of pleasure. To accomplish it, some pain was involved. That is I bit down harder and harder. I didn't draw blood, but you felt both pain and pleasure. I know the thrill ran from that nipple to your clit. Or are you going to deny it?"

I waited out her answer. Alice was at heart an honest person. I knew what her answer would be.

"I-I guess you're right. It was painful, but there was a certain amount of pleasure involved.

"Let me put it another way, Alice. Was the amount of pleasure derived worth the little amount of pain inflicted?"

Alice gave my question some thought. Perhaps a minute passed before she answered.

"Yes, it was worth it."




Sensualist Ch. 09



"Thank you, you've proved my point."

"And that was?"

"That undergoing a certain amount of pain is worth it if the levels of pleasure brought forth from it is higher than that normally achieved through sexual matters."

"You're getting kind of high brow, aren't you Donnie?"

"That's the Marquis De Sade's philosophy, Alice. "

She nodded, apparently accepting my explanation because she held her hands out and I cuffed her again.

Then I made a mistake. Assuming she was going to accept the pain I was about to administer to her, I rolled her over so that she was face down, ass up.

I began slapping her luscious asscheeks as hard as I could. When I got to five, I realized I'd forgotten to tell her to count them, and stopped.

"Alice you're supposed to count the strokes."

"I am?"

"Yes, begin with one, and then ask for another."

"Ask for another?"

"Yes, say please may I have another?"

I slapped her again, before she could make any response, and heard her yell, "Yellow, you fuck! Yellow!"

I stopped of course.

"Get these fuckin' cuffs off me!" she screamed.

I did so as quickly as I could. I tried to explain BDSM to her using an analogy. "It's kind of like music."

"Music? What the fuck, Donnie?"

"Alice, let me explain. Some people like listening to Bon Jovi. Other people like Skrillex. If that doesn't work for you, try sports. Some people like golf. No impact. No pain. Other people like kick boxing. Are they psychopaths? Is one sport or kind of music more moral or appropriate than another?"

"Psychopaths'? Where are you getting this shit from, Donnie? Now you're scaring me!"

Alice stood up, backed away from me and held her hand up in a 'stop, stay where you are,' gesture and grabbed her clothing, moved to the far side of the room and watching me like a hawk, dressed as fast as she could.

"Call a taxi for me, please," she said with a half sob.

I did, and handed her a twenty dollar bill to cover the fare. We stood there without speaking until the taxi driver honked his horn outside our room.

Alice left. What's more, she refused my calls that night and the next day. In fact, she refused to talk to me in school even though it was graduation week.

By Wednesday I figured that Alice and I were through.

Some of the other kids noticed, particularly, Lillian, and although she professed being Alice's friend, she blabbed about our 'breaking up' enough for word to get around.

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And that's how I met Jennifer Jones, a fairly attractive girl of mixed breeding. That is to say, Jennifer was half white half black, with a light coffee colored skin. She normally hung out with the African Americans in our school, and whether she preferred their company to the rest of us, or perhaps felt more comfortable with them is something I'll never know.

But there had always been a slight rousing that I'd felt whenever I saw her. Not much, just a little flutter, in the pit of my groin. And then slowly, over time, it built up inside me. 

Maybe I only saw her once a week, maybe less. But we always bumped into each other, said "Hi," or "Hey" and moved on to join others of our own race, but I never admitted it to myself; at least not then. But there was this thing between us, undefined of course. 

I was mooning after Alice, or fucking Lillian up the ass. In other words, I'd been too busy chasing pussy to see the pussy standing there waiting for me.

She had felt it, and told me so that night we got it on.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I ran into Jennifer in a drugstore/coffee shop. I had taken up smoking and was there to buy a package of Lucky Strikes, and on meeting Jennifer, thought to show off and bought a package of condoms' too.

We made idle chit chat, me hoping something would happen that might get her to leave with me; maybe I would suggest going for a ride in my convertible. Stuff like that was running through my mind as I covertly checked her body out.

What happened was that I reached for something on a shelf in back of her and brushed her arm. 

"Oh, that felt funny!' she said laughing. 

"Want me to do it again?" I said, knowing an opening when I saw one.

"Yeah, see if it does that again."

I did, and Jennifer shivered, and told me that was a very sexy move."

It was news to me, but it turned out that rubbing a girls arm can be very erotic at times. Just watch a girl on girl porno flick sometime. A good one, you know, where they aren't faking; well, maybe not. When one is seducing another, they'll rub the arms and lightly touch the prey just to familiarize them with their hands; wanting them to want more.

"Would you like to go for a ride in my convertible?" I asked.

"Well, I'm supposed to meet someone here," she said. But didn't seem to have her heart in meeting whoever it was, so I said, "C'mon, it'll be fun!"

Jennifer broke into a big smile, and said, "Sure, why not?"

And we walked outside and I made a production of opening the car door for her and closing it afterward.

She loved it.

Opening the pack of Luckies, I offered her one, and laughed when she accepted it. I lit both cigarettes and saw her inch closer to me as I exhaled and then started the car.

Jennifer was looking at me, her face open; a teasing hint of a smile in her eyes.

"You know the last time I saw you was Prom Night? 

You were wearing that little blue dress, and those amazing heels. And they way you danced with your date-I don't know him, he go to a different high school?"

"Um," she said, making a show of blowing smoke out of her nose. "College guy-friend of my brother's-plays football for Penn State."

"Well the two of you rocked the dance floor, Jennifer."

"Thanks, you and Alice looked pretty good too. Did you really hire a limo to take you to the prom?"

"I did, and to Frenzy afterward. I know a guy, knows a guy, and he got us in."

"Who's us?"

"That'd be Alice and me and Phil and Lillian."

I looked at her as she appeared to study me."

"That must have cost a bunch of money, Donald."

"I saved up for the Prom."

"I bet."

I moved closer to her and rubbed her arm. We had been cruising around for some twenty minutes. 

Jennifer sighed and I put my arm around her.

When Jennifer seemed to relax and lean into me, I looked for a parking spot that might allow us to get better acquainted.

Immediately after parking the car and shutting off the ignition, I pulled her close and kissed her. Her response told me that she was attracted to me as much as I was to her. We kissed again, and this time exchanged the gift of tongues.

"You work fast, Donald," she said after it ended.

"And that's good, isn't it?"

Jennifer smiled and licked her lips. "Maybe," she purred as my hand came up to stroke her hair just behind her ear.

We kissed again, it lasted a long time and we were both excited when it ended.

"Are you free for a few hours more tonight?" I asked while caressing her breast through her top.

"Oh, yeah, white boy," Jennifer said, it was the first comment either of us made about the distinction in our respective skin coloring. "Kisses like that have me free as a bird for however long you want me to fly alongside."

I gave her a look that said 'you had better mean what you said, because I'm going to do you good, chocolate girl."

She knew we were about to get down and dirty and didn't seem to mind one little bit. And that was fine with me.

"I have a nice place we can relax in," I told her. "That'd be good," she replied, and I drove us right to my favorite motel, registered and laughingly carried her over the threshold.

"We married now, Donald?" she joked.

"Not yet, but we'll be conjoined soon enough!"

I set her down on the same bed that I'd fucked Alice and Lillian on and did a little strip for her benefit, flinging my jacket to the floor. 

Next came my shirt, maybe this was why women tended to like me. My chest wasn't overly toned, but my constant swimming had given my skinny appearance a certain honed look, and those were really solid muscles stretched across my stomach.

I wouldn't be bragging if I added that my shoulders had widened considerably in the past year from both lifting weights and swimming.

I turned away from Jennifer to unbutton my jeans and felt her eyes on me. Trying not to let her notice my nervousness at this gamble, I slipped down my jeans and stepped out of them to face her.

"So it is true!" Jennifer gasped.

"What?" I couldn't help but ask.

Her eyes were wide open and fixed on my cock as it bobbed in front of me.

"Your dick-it's as big as they say-maybe bigger!"

Instinctively she moved toward it. I closed the remaining distance between us and saw her exhale as I bent down to kiss her lightly and when she responded my fingers began undressing her. 

She seemed to like the fact that I'd taken charge, and quickly unclasped the bra and let it fall to one side. Her tits were surprisingly big. I mean that Jennifer was a relatively small girl, perhaps 5' 2" and on the thin side, but with a decidedly firm ass, and of course those big, big tits with huge aureoles and spiked nips.

Jennifer was built for sex. My fingers found their way into every crevice, from the small of her back to the jut of her hips, down the inside of her thighs, but missed the spot where she apparently wanted them the most. I know this because she took hold of my hand and brought it to her mons.

"No," I said, "You have to work for it," and moved my hand away.

"Oh, you're such a meanie!" she whined but followed my commands with an eagerness that surprised me.

My next act caught her off guard. Instead of playing with those tits of hers, I told her, "Stick out your tongue." and when she complied, I held it between my fingers and watched as she closed her eyes while her saliva dripped down her chin and onto the slope of her jutting breasts. 

Releasing her tongue, I took my time examining her fine mocha colored body; especially that fine ass of hers, massaging those cheeks and watching them quiver under my touch.

"Ever take it up that ass of yours, Jennifer?"

"No, I don't do that. It's too nasty." She replied. 

I took it for granted she was lying to me. It was too nice an ass not to be coveted by her boyfriends, of whom I began to suspect there were many.

"How many guys have you fucked?"

"What kind of question is that to ask a girl, Donnie? I thought you had manners."

"I do, that's why I asked you. You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No, of course I'm not," she said indignantly. "What girl is these days with all you guys always trying to get in our pants at every opportunity?"

"What do you think is, as you say, an opportunity?"

"You know, a date."

"Like this?"

"Yeah, this is a date."

"We're in a motel, Jennifer, what kind of date is that?"

She started laughing. "It's-it's a fuckin' date, is what it is!"

"So ... how many?"

Still laughing, Jennifer said, "Six or seven."

"Did you ever have two or more at one time?"

"Noooo," she said, stretching the word out. "One is enough if he up to it, you know?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, I know," I said as I gathered her hair into a pony tail and pulled her back to look at me. My other hand smeared her saliva over her huge breasts, and then ran up and down their slopes to tease her nipples.

Jennifer was moaning, "Yeah ... that's it, baby, play with them titties, I love it!"

I obliged her, sucking, biting and twisting them while caressing the undersides of each breast in turn and finally licking my way up and down the valley between them and drawing even louder moans from her.

I sent a hand between her legs and her breathing grew faster. Her juices coated my fingers. "Let's get it on and fuck, Donald!" she said breathlessly as her nostrils flared. 

My hand went between her legs then pushed her onto her back. I wanted her then and she knew it.

Her pussy was covered with a bristly pubic hair, already glistening with her juices. 

Instinctively, Jennifer spread her legs, inviting me inside. But I gave her two fingers instead of my cock. She was sopping wet. I had no trouble adding a third and after a few thrusts, easily sent a fourth finger into her joining the others.

The moment I curled my fingers, Jennifer began to moan deliriously. "Cumming! Oh, Lord, I'm cumming!"

I left the fingers inside her, but stopped opening and closing them, waiting until she came down from her orgiastic high. She caught me off guard about then, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me to her mouth and kissing me fiercely. 

Actually she fucked my mouth with hers. We kept this up for a while that is until my fingers began doing their thing again and that ended the kissing for a time.

I repositioned her so that she now faced the mirror at the foot of the bed. "Look in the mirror, Jen. Watch as I play with your pussy."

"OH!" was all she said. But her eyes were wide open and watching as instructed. My fingers stretched her cunt, slid into it and explored every inch of her. 

I reached around, grabbed a tit and squeezed it as she began to hump my hand.

The smell of Jennifer's arousal filled the room.

I told her that I was going to make her cum again. That her pussy was mine to do with as I wanted. She began to shake, humping my fingers as they squished in and out of her sodden cunt. Her vaginal walls collapsed around those busy digits when I found her g-spot.

"That's my girl," I cooed. "Cum for me, Jennifer. Cum for me!"

"GOD—GOD—GOD!"

"Look at you. Your juices are running down your leg. Gonna work that pussy of yours a little more now, Jennifer!"

"GOD-OHHH, GOD!"

I held a hand over her mouth knowing she was going to scream, and she did—just as her body convulsed and she started to cum.

My fingers rubbed her insistently while the climax held her in its grip. When she stopped cumming I held her tight and covered her face, throat and breasts with kisses.

When she calmed down I told her that we'd been in the motel for twenty-two minutes and had yet to fuck.

"We ... gonna ... do that ...now, baby?" she panted. 

"Maybe. I want you on your hands and knees, facing the door." She obeyed, slowly sliding down to the floor.

"No, like this!" I said, getting down on the floor with her and pulling her forward and positioning the side of her face right up against the door. "That's a good girl," I whispered in her ear, before lightly rubbing my hand over her delightful mocha flesh then slapping her ass hard.

"You like that ass, huh, Donald?"

"I do," I said rubbing the red hand print I'd just left.

"You want that fine ass, do you, Donald?"

I didn't care for the sarcasm in her tone, and slapped her other cheek even harder.

"Ow, Motherfucker!" 

"I'm going to spank that fine ass, Jennifer, and then I'm going to fuck it."

"No! I don't mind the spanking, but I didn't come here for no ass fuckin'"

"You came here to get fucked, you can't deny that."

"Not my ass I didn't! You want my cooch, okay-but not my ass. Let me try sucking that big dick. I do great head, baby. Let me try it, you'll see."

I walloped her left cheek and then her right, before asking her if she wanted more.

"Don't want that dick in my ass, Donald!"

I stood up, and looked at her seriously. 

"Jennifer, if you want, you can leave now. I want to fuck that lovely ass of yours along with some other things. But it's your choice, leave now, or quit complaining."

Jennifer squatted on her haunches studying me. 

"I'm serious, Jennifer. I'll give you a ride to wherever you want if you say you want to leave. Otherwise, we can have us a fine time into the wee hours, just you and me."

I waved my dick in her face. "But isn't this big cock what you really want?"

"Um, Donald-I don't want to leave. I want to try that big salami of yours. I never saw one as big as yours."

Now that surprised me. I had heard that the Black guys were all hung like elephants. Girls-White girls seemed to think so-even said "Once you've tried Black, you won't go back." I believed this for several more years, until finally coming to understand than men, regardless of race, were all essentially the same in relative size, with most being in the 5 to 6 inch grouping, while some of the more fortunate among us were gifted with one or more inches above average. (Should anyone want to know just how big the largest penis on record is, I believe it to be 13 and one half inches. But I wouldn't be surprised to learn that someone else came in at 14 inches or more.)

Jennifer was looking up at me. I smiled and knelt down in front of her. Taking her face in both hands I kissed her hard. I guess I bruised both our lips with the kiss. Her mouth opened and my tongue surged forward, meeting hers.

Jennifer tried to pull us both down on the floor, but couldn't budge me. I moved my hands so that one was now on the top of her head, the other under her chin, and I pulled her jaw down and kissed her now gaping mouth. I varied the kiss, tonguing her then sucking greedily on her bottom lip while Jennifer moaned gutturally. 

She began touching herself, rubbing her pussy, or clit, I couldn't tell from our positioning at the time. I let her do it for about a minute and then yanked her hands away, putting them behind her back.

After I had both of her hands in one of mine, I sent my free hand down between her legs. Jennifer moaned and pushed her hips down to meet my hand. I pulled it away and slapped her across the face.

Not hard, but enough to shock her. She hadn't expected it and I saw a mixed set of expressions fleetingly cross her face. One of apprehension, one of excitement. Her eyes went to my cock; saw it twitching and she looked up to meet my eyes.

I kissed her again. It was a rough kiss, with a generous exchange of saliva. 

Breaking the kiss, I dropped to my knees and kissed my way up the back of her leg. Jennifer was holding my head in her hands, encouraging me to go further.

I straightened my tongue and thrust it into her hot little hole. 

"Jesus!" she wailed and I knew I could now do anything I wanted to her.

My head moved back and forth, fucking Jennifer with my tongue; wiggling it inside her as she squirmed with the pleasure of it all.

Sensing that she was on the cusp of her climax, I stopped.

"Wha?" She dreamily protested.

But as I renewed my tonguing from a different direction, Jennifer growled, "Oh yeah-You the Man!"

I the man all right. All it took was a little nibble at her asshole to get that praise from my horny bitch who minutes before had said no to any ass fucking. 

I had to smile; soon she'd be begging me to fuck her ass.

She let out a long groan when I spread her cheeks apart and leaned in to lick at her puckered hole. 

Jennifer would later confide that she'd never felt so violated in her entire life as in that moment when my tongue rimmed her anus.

"But did you like it?" I asked her at the time.

"I loved it, Donald. I absolutely loved it!"

But back to the moment: I laved my tongue along the length of her crack before settling in on her tiny puckered hole. At about the same time, I reached a hand under her and began stroking her mound. She bit down hard on her own finger as I slid two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. 

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" she moaned.

I grabbed hold of her hips and roughly pulled her up towards him. 

"I'll bet your Black boyfriends never licked your ass-did they?"

"N-No." 

I rubbed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her anal channel. Jennifer looked back at me with pleading eyes.

"Please." she said. 

"Please? I said sarcastically. "Please, what?"

"I want you!" 

"No! Tell me what you want!" 

"I want your cock inside me!" 

Jennifer let out a shriek as I buried myself to the hilt in her wet cooze. Seconds later, I had a grip on her slender and slammed my thick cock into her repeatedly. I felt my dick bottom out against her cervix with one of the thrusts and she barked out in pain. Accordingly, I eased up on the power of each thrust, but continued fucking her.




Sensualist Ch. 09



I stuck a finger in my mouth, wet it, then placed it against her asshole and slid it inside as I fucked her. Jennifer groaned with delight at the sensation of being filled in both holes. 

"How do you feel now, baby?"

"I love it! I feel so nasty!" 

I continued fucking her and increased the motion of my fingering her asshole.

"You're my nasty little loving slut, baby," I said in no uncertain terms.

"You know it, White boy!" she shot back.

It was now or never for Jennifer. I pulled out of her well lubed cunt with a soft sucking sound. Her eyes were closed and there was an expression of ecstasy on her face.

I reached up and took a handful of her hair. I lowered my face to her ear and whispered nasty little things to her as I clutched her soft black braids, thrusting my pulsing prick back into her tight, wet cunt. 

"OHHH, baby, baby!" she moaned and grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me deeper into her body. 

I gave her four or five rapid humps and brought her to the tip of another climax, and stopped.

"Huh-what's...?" 

She looked up at me with those big round eyes. "Don't stop!" she pleaded. "I don't care if you cum inside me. Just fuck me, baby!" 

"Are you sure?" I asked. 

"Yeah-you can even do me from behind." 

"Okay. Bend over then." 

Jennifer pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, and then stuck that lovely ass up in the air for me. 

She was already inducing her orgasm by reaching between her legs to rub her clit and frig her cunny. I propped my erection up against her anus and spit on the head of my cock.

As I pressed my cockhead against her asshole Jennifer dramatically increased the rate of rubbing her clit. 

I pushed my cock into her ass just as her orgasm arrived. I had three plus inches in there before she even realized it.

Jennifer grunted, whether from my penetration or her climax, I never knew, but when I heard her long sigh moments later I knew she was aware of what was going on back there.

She looked over her shoulder at me. "You make me feel so dirty!" she said. 

"Doesn't it feel good?" I asked.

"Yeah, but..." 

"But what, baby?"

"Can we do it differently?"

"What do you have in mind?"

She reached back and gently disengaged us, then rolled onto her back and pulled her knees up to her breasts.

"I like it this way." she said simply, revealing that she had experienced anal previous to this.

I stared at her tiny asshole; now open and glistening with pussy juices and saliva. 

"Go slowly though," she squeaked. 

I pressed my head up to her hole. As I pushed forward, my cock nearly bent in half before her anus stretched enough to take it back in. 

"Ohhhh," she cooed, closing her eyes and pulling her knees tighter to her chest. 

I leaned in and slowly worked my meat up into her little pink asshole. I had fucked Lillian up the ass before but she had done it before. 

Apparently, Jennifer had not, for she proved to be unbelievably tight.

Taking her anal virginity proved painful to me, but I kept at it. I went slowly, more to protect myself than Jennifer, I freely admit it. I resorted to pulling out and tying to loosen her up with my fingers and lots of saliva. It helped and the second attempt proved that I had done the right thing, for her rectum had loosened somewhat, and with my dick now about four inches into her, I was able to concentrate on fucking her and not flopping out or hurting either of us.

Soon after that I found myself fucking her with wild abandon, while she encouraged me by telling me how good it felt. 

I watched my dick disappear into her impossibly tight butt and clenched my muscles to keep from cumming. 

"Oh, Oh, Oh!" she squealed. 

I felt her asshole clench around my cock as she came from being fucked up the ass. Her body spasmed and twitched and I had to pull out to keep from blowing my load. 

Jennifer sat up, breathing heavily. 

With a determination she had not displayed before, Jennifer took charge. "C'mere!" she croaked. I complied, slumping back against the backboard of the bed.

Jennifer curled her legs up under her and spread my legs apart. My cock bobbed wildly in its need to cum. Still with her hands on my knees she shoved my legs upward, toward my face. Her actions confused me until she lowered her head and ran her tongue down my balls. Lower and lower. 

"Oh fuck!" I moaned as her little pink tongue poked at my asshole. 

I placed a hand on her head as she licked my most private area, running that nimble tongue in circles as she stroked my cock. That was it. I was done. 

Her hand job sent a massive gob of cum flying from my dick, landing on my chest. Almost immediately, she wrapped her lips around my pulsing cock, and I filled her mouth with cum.

When I stopped firing, she released me with a "pop" and crawled up my chest, licking up the creamy fluid she found there. 

"Damn," I said. "You are a filthy slut!" 

"Uh huh!" Her body was starting to quiver. "I'm your little slut!"

"Yes you are. Now I want you to rub your clit for me."

"Right now?"

"That's right." 

"But I..." 

"Just do as I tell you." 

"Okay-okay."

"Rub your clit!" 

Jennifer pressed her fingers against her clit and ran them in a circling pattern over her button.

"That's it baby. Rub your pussy!" 

She closed her eyes and let her fingers work. The combination of her fingers and my voice were acting together to turn her on. 

"Now take your finger and slide it into your tight little pussy." 

Jennifer moaned as she slipped a finger into her hot, wet hole. 

"What are you thinking about?" I asked. 

"I'm thinking about your cock!" 

"And what about my cock?" 

She was rubbing her clit faster now as I interrogated her. Her other hand was busy slipping a slender finger in and out of her pussy. 

"I'm thinking about you shoving your cock into my wet pussy." 

"Good. Now take your finger out and suck it!" 

She did as she was told, bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking it gently. 

"Now put it up your asshole!" 

Jennifer placed her wet finger against her puckered rim, and pushed it in. 

"Ummm," she moaned.

"That's it. See what a dirty little slut you are?" 

"Ummm," she moaned again as her finger slipped in up to the knuckle. 

"You like when I call you a slut don't you?" 

"YES!" she hissed and with the fingers of her right hand began a frenzied masturbation and at the same time the finger in her ass started a similar jabbing motion into her anus, and she came.

"OHHHH FUCK, OH, FUCK! I'm CUMMING!"

Her entire body seemed to convulse as her orgasm swept over her as I watched and laughed at the power I had had over her.

After it had died down, she crumpled up into the fetal position, totally exhausted and covered with sweat, staring off into the distance.

Sometime later, I displayed my newly risen erection to her, but Jennifer showed little to no interest, and I took her home or at least a block from her house as she didn't want her parents or friends to see her getting out of a white boy's car.

I never saw her again.

*****



Sensualist Ch. 10a



Spanking Alice - Tutoring in Anal 

Graduation came and went with Alice still avoiding me. That caused me to be gloomy enough that I decided not to party with my classmates, instead I paid my respects to several of my closest friends and went home with Ashley and my mother.

My mother sensed my gloominess and proposed that I invite a friend-a male friend, of course-to join me on a week's stay at our summer place at Hilton Head. 

I was mulling the offer over the following afternoon, while looking out my window at the rain when Alice called.

"You didn't feel like partying either, huh?"

"No, Alice, I didn't." Then thinking better of being nasty about how things had gone between us, I quickly added, "Not without you."

"Me too," Alice said, her voice sounding forlorn. "I'm sorry, Donnie," she said, softly. "I've been such a bitch about things."

"No, no. I-I didn't explain myself. I shouldn't have done the things I did. Not without you understanding where it was headed."

Ignoring my words, she meekly inquired, "Do you hate me, Donnie?"

"Of course not, Alice, I could never hate you," I answered quickly, wondering where this conversation was going.

I'm sorry, Donnie," Alice said, softly. "I didn't mean throw a hissy fit like that."

"It's all right," I told her, "It happens. It's fine." I rambled, happy to hear her voice again. Not yet understanding what was going on.

"You mean that? Really, really mean that?"

"Yes, of course I mean it." But that was the moment it occurred to me that Alice might have another reason for calling me. But what would that be? 

Then Alice solidified that notion by getting a little gushy, perhaps too gushy, saying: "Ohhh, you're so tolerant and so understanding ..." 

I didn't interrupt her.

"It wasn't you, Donnie," she said for the fourth or fifth time, by this point I'd stopped counting. "But-but-but," she stammered, "I was shocked when you started spanking me."

Alice kept talking: "I had an attack of revulsion; I couldn't believe what I was letting you do."

I envisioned her shaking her head then, as if to clear it of such thoughts. It made me smile and I put the smile into my voice as I apologized again and again for having overstepped myself with her. Then I stopped talking and waited patiently for Alice to pick up her end of the conversation.

"Donnie? Donnie?"

"Yes?"

"For a second I thought you'd hung up on me."

"No chance of that happening, Alice."

"I need you with me, Donnie. I shouldn't have gotten so mad at you."

"Well, I guess I gave you good reason."

"Yes-no, I mean-I don't know what I mean."

"Do you trust me?" 

A few more well chosen words and she agreed to meet me at the motel. For some reason (probably her parents, or more likely, her mother) she wouldn't let me pick her up. She insisted on taking a taxi there. I gave her plenty of time and made sure I got there well ahead of her, registered and was waiting when she arrived.

She tried the motel door, found it unlocked and pushed her way in from the rain. Her hair was a mess and her coat tucked around her jaw and lips. I stood inside, about four feet from her, my hand still extended toward the door I'd meant to open. 

I drank in her beauty, even with the rain dripping down her face and hair Alice was stunningly beautiful. I was still staring at her as she undid the three loose buttons on her raincoat and let it fall to the floor. She wore a simple black dress.

"I-I had so many conflicting thoughts about what you wanted to do, Donnie," she said resuming the phone conversation we'd had earlier.

"It's like I said, I failed you, Alice. I should have told you what to expect. At least then you could have had a voice in the decision. You could have refused to participate."

She took a step into the room; bringing her closer to me and for the first time I could smell her perfume. Her eyes were bright and intense, perhaps seeing something of my own desire for her. When she leaned as she sat down on the bed I could see down her scooped top to her sweaty breasts underneath. 

Why were her breasts sweaty? That wasn't the Alice I knew.

Were you running before you got in the taxi?" I asked.

"No, why?"

"It looks like you've worked up a sweat. I could be wrong, but..."

"I just left Phil and Lillian," she said somberly.

"Had a little sit-down with them, huh?" I held my surprise in check.

"It was more than a sit-down," she replied dully.

So she'd left a threesome for a fuck-fest with me. That explained the sweaty tits, but why come to me after participating in a threesome?

"Can I ask why?"

Alice shook her head to get the wet hair away from her eyes. "Do it," she said in my ear.

"Do what?" I asked but I knew. 

"I've been a very bad girl," she whispered, "You should punish me."

"Why?" I asked, for I was admittedly confused by her actions.

"Take me, use me, I don't care but just punish me somehow," Alice sobbed, throwing her hands up in the air and waving them around.

"Did you look up De Sade before getting together with them?"

She licked her upper lip before answering. "Yes."

"And?"

She put her hand on my thigh and stared into my eyes. "That's what you crave, isn't it? Punishing women and having them like it?"

I laughed and rested my hand on hers. "You're right. I do have issues; but then so do you. Why else would you have sex with Phil and Lillian and then call me to make-up for the other night?"

The change in her demeanor was startling. "You were a bastard the other night."

"Was I? Was I really a bastard?"

"You beat me!" Alice snarled. Her eyes were suddenly those of a wild animal. For the first time I became wary of how I should conduct myself with her. In later years I would have recognized that I was dealing with a woman who'd lost her mental equilibrium. But I was only eighteen as was Alice. Neither of us knew what we were dealing with at the time.

I tried to justify my actions, saying: "It was a spanking. I gave you a safe word. You used it as I recall. I stopped as soon as you used it."

Alice laughed a bit unconvincingly. "What else did you have in mind? Other than the spanking, I mean, I like having sex with you. Really I do. But I'm not one of those sad women that need to be punished for having fun."

"How do you know you aren't?" I was being defensive in this comment.

And when s made no response to it, I answered her other question. "I had nothing else in mind just then, Alice. I swear I didn't."

"You do now, though, don't you?"

"I have had time to think about certain things, yes."

On hearing my response she took hold of my left hand and clenched it tight. "Like what?" she asked in a hoarse tone. There was no denying her excitement.

"First tell me why you used Phil and Lillian."

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she opened up to me.

"I-I kept thinking about the other night-us, you know? And-and how you made me cum so many times without even putting it in me. I-I had to masturbate. Jesus, I must have rubbed myself raw, and I still needed more. And-and Lillian called me, you know, just girl talk. One thing led to another and we were discussing how good it was, you know, the night of the prom with Phil and you."

"Yes," I said to keep her talking.

"Anyway, Lillian admitted that all the talking had made her horny and she was rubbing one off while we talked. Well that got me going too, not that it took all that much, you know? 

"So after we both get off, she asked if I wanted to join her and Phil. I asked if he was there, and she said, "No! But he's only a phone call away. I can tell him we're waiting on him. He'll be here in five minutes tops."

"I asked if she was alone in her house. She was. I told her I was on my way-to call Phil in ten minutes."

"Did you fuck him?"

"Not really. I mean he was all over me, you know? But what we did was-do I have to tell you what we did?"

"Yes," I said as firmly as possible.

"We both took him in our mouths, you know? Then he decided to fuck Lillian up the ass. So I positioned myself under Lillian and ate her out while he fucked her ass. He came in her, and Phil-Phil's a one and done type guy. Not like you. Not at all; so I finished Lillian off and she returned the favor."

My recollection of Phil didn't quite match hers, but I put that aside for the moment and asked, "Exactly how did you finish Lillian off?"

"You know..."

"I don't know, but I want to know, so quit fucking around and tell me."

"You've never been this pushy, before Donnie," she whined.

"Well I am now, so get on with it. What happened? Be specific. Remember, I'll be asking Lillian and Phil later."

"You wouldn't do that, would you?"

"I would, and I will."

"Alright! Alright! What I did was disgusting, Donnie. I really don't want to tell you."

You think I'll see you in a different light?"

"Kinda-yeah!"

"Tell me or get the fuck out of here!"

"Okay! No reason to be so mean to me!" 

And then she told me just how disgusting she'd been.

"Umm, after Phil dumped his load in Lillian's ass ...I-I sucked it out, swallowed and went back down on her."

"How?" I asked although my stomach began to churn at the thought of kissing her after she'd sucked the cum out of his ass.

"Umm, I ate her pussy to another cum, and then I worked on her ass until she came again."

I took a deep breath and said, "Now, was that so hard for you to get out?" I refrained from calling her 'double ass-breath.'

"Yes, if you want the truth."

"Now you can try to make me as happy as you made Lillian."

"I can try, baby. I can try," she said sinking to her knees with a little nervous smile and slowly opened my fly and took out my cock. 

Looking up at me through those lovely blue eyes, Alice let a long string of saliva loose that landed square on the head of my erection. How many times had she practiced that particular move? I wondered. And with who? Certainly not me.

Alice unperturbed by my somewhat skeptical look, continued preparing me for the blowjob she was about to bestow; using her thumb, she smeared it over the entirety of my knob, and took it into her mouth.

I groaned, and placed a hand on her head.

"Mmmm," she sighed, then cupped my balls with her other hand. My eyes widened when Alice did something she'd never done before. Extending her tongue and tightening her throat muscles she leaned further down, taking most of my cock down her throat.

"Careful, now," I said, warning her of the danger taking too much might cause.

"Gluck-gluck," she gurgled, and then began bobbing up and down, lubricating the shaft with saliva that she'd apparently saved for the purpose. The thing was, she was also taking more of my shaft than I thought she could handle.

And just when I was about to tell her to stop, she bottomed out. I couldn't wait to ask her how she'd managed it. Miss Ginger hadn't been able to do it, nor had Denise, and if anyone was to have that capability it would have been Denise.

Slowly Alice eased me out of her mouth. "How was that?" she said, beaming at me.

"It was-very effective. How did you...?"

"Bananas," she said, "I must have practiced on a dozen large bananas before I could do it without gagging. Once I did it, it was, you know, like riding a bike. Now is it all right if I finish you?"

Two seconds later I was back in the warmth of her mouth, followed quickly by feeling her tongue sweeping back and forth over my shaft while she used her throat muscles as if she intended to swallow me whole. 

I was getting close.

Alice wasn't finished surprising me. I felt her slippery fingers gliding over my ass, down the gluteal cleft, obviously enjoying my hirsuteness. 

I got closer when she found my asshole. Had she played with Phil's? I wondered.

Alice needed air, I knew that. So I wasn't surprised when she removed my cock from her mouth. But when she brought her fingers to her mouth and thoroughly wet them my apprehension soared.

Alice's errant fingers traced around my sphincter, and she laughed lewdly when my ass tightened up on them.

Suddenly I was back in her mouth, enjoying the lovely sensation of her remarkable blow job, moaning louder with each fevered suck; each subtle and not so subtle probe of her fingers

I recall my cock bucking wildly in her mouth. How she responded by taking more of me down her gullet, closing her glottis so she wouldn't choke. And how I came while she greedily sucked at me as I coated the inside of her mouth while she swallowed.

"Lick my ass now," I told her.

She did so without the slightest protest. 

Starting with the cheeks, massaging each one in turn then used her thumbs to spread them apart, thereby exposing my anus to her eyes and mouth.

"You're very hairy," she said, and I couldn't tell whether she liked that or not. Nor could I help but shudder when her tongue grazed over my anus, and she let out a soft moan telling me that she too was enjoying this little exercise. 

Did that mean she was now open to other things? Given her stated repentance, should I push the envelope with her? She certainly seemed more pliable now. This was the same person who just told me that she'd sucked a load of jizm from her girlfriend's asshole after her boyfriend fucked her? What had I wanted her to do? Take it up the ass-well that along with a little spanking; nothing like what she'd already done without any coercion on my part!

I pondered these and other salacious thoughts until her delightful rimming drove them away with thoughts of pure joy.

"Mmmm," she sighed and gave a deep throaty laugh. "Like it?"

"YES!" I gasped as she dragged her tongue from asshole to my balls. I hadn't expected that!

"Feel good, baby?"

"YES!"

"Will you do me that way too?" 

"YES! But I'm going to fuck that ass of yours too."

"Oh, baby!" she shrieked, and I wondered if someone had beaten me to it. It didn't seem possible, but we had been apart for several days.

That set her off, as she really focused on my asshole. I mean she circled that lovely tongue of hers around the little pimples of my anal ring then switched off to flick it against my asshole like a butterfly flaps its wings. The feeling and sensation was mind-boggling, and had me gripping the bed sheets with both hands, wondering how long I could take this treatment before flipping her over and fucking her senseless.

Suddenly she changed tactics on me. After a few more gentle licks, and without any warning whatsoever, she spread my asscheeks wide, stiffened her tongue, and pressed it hard against my totally exposed anus. 

I roared with pleasure as she forced me open with her tongue. There was no undue stretching; after all, how big is a tongue? And the warmth of that muscle as it slithered in created an unbelievable list of ecstatic sensations.

To which I replied: ""Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck...!"

Alice laughed delightedly at me, and then whispered in my ear, ""I'm gonna slide my tongue so far up your asshole you're gonna see stars!"

I was ready to cum then and there, but once again Alice switched off and kept me hanging, and I loved it.

She shoveled that tongue into me, pulled it back, rocked it forward again, then back, over and over and over. 

I groaned. 

She growled.

She slowly withdrew her tongue and the growl turned into a deep, almost maniacal giggle. That was the moment I realized that my Alice was definitely into it; whatever I decided 'it' was.

Her tongue was lapping at my asshole again, rimming it, teasing me, making wonderful sensations rattle my brain. The feel and sounds of her face, mouth and tongue sliding and slapping against my ass flesh was as stimulating as it gets. 

Alice kept going, teasing my balls and licking my ass, breathing hard and waiting for me to react to her ministrations. 

She knew what she was doing and liked it. She knew exactly what kind of girl she was.

"Alice," I whispered hoarsely.

"Mmmm, what?"

"You're more than just a bad girl."

"I am?" she seemed delighted to hear me say this.

"That's right. You're my slut. My whore. My cunt. Am I right?"

She looked at me differently then; and after licking her lips nervously, said, "Yes, baby. I'm all of that."

I felt her body relax as she uttered the words. I'd have bet a fortune she was already wondering what I had in mind for her next.

"You-you haven't cum?" she said seemingly surprised at my staying power.

"I'm saving it for later," I told her in a soft voice.

"Okay baby, but I'm your bitch, right?"

I shook my head in a negative way, and said, "You're my slut. You're my whore." I pointed at her genitals. "That's my cunt and that's my..." I slapped her buttocks "...asshole!"

"Owchie!" she whined.

"Shut that mouth unless I wave my dick in front of it!" I snarled, and had her cowering in fear of what I would be doing to her.

I grabbed the back of her head and sank my fingers into her short hair. She winced as I pulled her head back, but she melted into my mouth when I kissed her lips. I thought that was exactly what she needed. I had a fleeting thought about what she'd been doing before meeting up with me, and hoped she'd at least stopped to brush her teeth.

That thought remained with me longer than I thought it would. My mood changed swiftly and I snarled so viciously that a shower of spittle went flying into her face as I said: "I should hustle you outside and fuck you in the parking lot where anyone passing by can see you!"

Alice trembled at the forcefulness of my words, but then she gave me a weak smile! 

The bitch had the nerve to smile!

What was it De Sade kept saying? Those readily accepting humiliation will travel much further into derogating deeds. Well, maybe not exactly those words, but his philosophy was quite similar.

I began unbuttoning the back of her black dress. There were six buttons all told. Alice let the dress pool around her ankles, stepped out of it and slowly removed her shoes, leaving her in only a black thong.

I recalled how I'd used the glove on her previously and helped her off with the thong, placing it on a pillow when we finished.

I undressed while Alice caressed her breasts, getting her nipples hard for me.

She groaned as I reached out to cup them in my hands. I gave them each a hard squeeze before lifting each in turn and closely inspecting them.

"Who was the last person to suck this tit, Alice?"

The question apparently confused her. Her cheeks blushed as she tried to think of an answer.

"Cat got your tongue, Alice?"

"No-no, I just ..."

"Perhaps I can help. Was it Phil?"

"Umm, no-it was Lillian!"

"But Phil had a turn with them too, didn't he?"

"Yes, but ..."

"How does it feel to stand there with your ass and pussy exposed, waiting for me to punish you?"

"Donnie-I..."

"I know it feels good, slut. It feels good because you exist to make me happy. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, but..."

"Good girl. Bend over the bed. You may want to grab a pillow; I don't want your screams to bother the other people using this motel for a quickie."

"Donnie, what are...?"

"Shut up! Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to spank you 25 times. Each time I spank your ass you are going to call out the number. Do you understand?"

Alice nodded her head then hesitantly leaned over until her breasts and head were flat on the bed and her ass was up in the air. I kicked her legs slightly apart and picked up her black thong.

"Do you know why you are here?" I asked her as she clutched a pillow to her face.

"Yes," she said the excitement in her voice rising with every word. "It's because I'm a bitchy slut and I deserve to be punished for hurting you."

."True enough," I said. "Now, open your mouth."

When she did, I stuffed her thong into her mouth. She knew better than to spit it out.




Sensualist Ch. 10a



"You've disappointed me, Alice. But here you are again. It's not going to happen again, is it?"

Her voice was muffled but understandable as she replied with one simple word, "No."

"That's right, Alice. Gee, look how wet your pussy is. You need to understand that I'm going to spank you harder to make it clear that this is a punishment and not a game. Are you ready for what I'm about to do to you, you filthy cum sucking whore?"

"Yes," she said meekly.

Are you ready to count and learn how to be a good girl?"

"Yes," she said although it was difficult to hear her.

Without her seeing what I was doing, I removed my belt from my jeans and laid the first bite of the leather belt across her buttocks. I slowly counted to ten. My cock throbbed in anticipation of fucking her ass, now a smooth blend of tanned skin against the pale while flesh left unexposed to the sun's rays and the fast rising red welt across both tanned and untanned skin.

CRACK! My belt landed on Alice's ass and reverberated throughout the small motel room.

"Two!" Alice croaked through the black material stuffed in her mouth.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! My belt fell on her clenching ass without mercy. 

"Free, four five!" she bleated as rapidly as the blows fell upon her ass leaving a crisscross of swollen welts. 

I didn't try to make the lashes even, and I certainly didn't give a fuck about covering her ass equally with my belt or making this a wonderful spanking experience. This was a punishment. This was a whipping in the coarsest sense of the word. I was hitting her ass to make this bitch hurt because if it didn't, she wouldn't feel like she was punished properly.

CRACK! 

"Fix!" Alice sobbed through her gagged mouth.

CRACK!

"Feven!"

"CRACK!"

"Fate!"

As the ninth wallop of the belt landed, Alice screamed into her gag. Her hands clenched the sheets and her back arched as her ass turned a bright red but she never, ever, tried to move away. She needed it and I gave it to her. 

Tears ran down her cheeks as I said, "I can't hear you, Alice. Shall I start over?"

"Fine! Fine!"

"Remember when you said 'Where are you getting this shit from, Donnie?" Remember that, you sad piece of shit?"

I removed the thong from her mouth so she could answer me.

"Yes! I was wrong! I'm sorry!" 

CRACK! The tenth lash was for sucking cum out of Lillian's ass.

CRACK! This one was for telling me about the threesome just to hurt me. After it, I ran my hand over her ass and the heat coming off her cheeks felt like an oven.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I kept whipping the belt down watching her body dance on the bed with each and every blow. Her ass humped the air, and her feet never stopped moving. But Alice almost made me proud of her the way she stayed the course, not turning away or deflecting any of the lashes I brought down on her. 

That was when I took her.

I slipped my cock into her pussy from behind and she cried out from the suddenness of my attack and the thickness of my member as it expanded her cunt. I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her breasts as I pummeled her cunt with a violent series of rapid thrusts that had her cumming in no time at all.

Her raw ass was hot against my stomach and the fast rising welts from the spanking had her squirming in my arms. Alice kept her face buried in the pillow, even when her cunt began to gush and soaked the sheets we lay on. 

"Is this what you want, slut?" I asked between thrusts.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Louder," I demanded and pushed harder up into her.

"YES!" Alice moaned.

"Louder!" I growled as her snatch tightened around me.

"YES!" she yelled.

Feeling myself readying to explode, I went at her even harder.

OH,GOD OH,GOD OH,GOD!"

Alice had called me because she felt so dirty about having done the things she'd told me about with Phil and Lillian. I had to wonder what she'd left out.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Donnie ... you!"

"Don't forget it!" then I changed my tone to a more conciliatory one, saying, "It's going to hurt you to sit down now; maybe walking will be difficult. Just tell yourself to act as if things didn't hurt or everyone will know what a bad girl you've been."

"Are you going to tell them, Donnie?"

"I'm not telling anyone, Alice. Now go stand in the corner until I tell you otherwise."

I must admit I was surprised when she did as I told her. I had expected a bit of the old Alice to resist and tell me to go fuck myself. But she went right to the corner and faced the wall, just like a little kid would.

I lay back in the bed, on the drier side and turned on the television and got a porno film featuring two girls and a black guy with a supersized cock.

I turned up the sound, mostly consisting of moans and grunts with some squishy sounds thrown in for good measure, although I didn't see how they played into the soundtrack.

Some minutes later I asked Alice, "What's going to happen to the sperm I left in your cunt?"

Her answer thrilled me no end.

"What do you want to happen to it?" she replied quietly, sounding very much the little girl.

I wasn't sure just how to respond and decided to leave it to her, but put it thusly: "What do you think I want?"

"Would you like to see me eat it out of my cunthole?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'd like to see. You may proceed with it. Just make sure that I can see what you're doing."

I watched her crouch down, and bend her knees so her ass was inches from the filthy motel carpet. Alice was facing away from me, but her still inflamed cunt lips were visible and nearly touching the floor.

Alice used her fingers to spread them apart and I could see the pink insides of her vagina and the whiteness of my sperm as it started to leak out of her and onto the carpet. First a fairly large glob plopped out more or less the way one might defecate in the woods. That was followed by a long, thin string of sperm that stretched from her hole to the carpet itself before breaking apart.

After that Alice put her hand under her snatch and pushed two fingers inside and scooped out the remaining cum and licked it off her fingers until she had cleaned her twat out.

"I can't reach the rest," Alice said matter-of-factly, "you shot it so deep inside me it won't come out until I walk around for a while; then it will drip into my thong. " she giggled and added, "If you let me wear it again."

Somewhere there must be women who seek spanking, but every lovely-assed woman I or in later years male friends of mine knew had at first objected, whether she concluded that it was an outrageous request and refused to participate in such a disgusting display, or allowed it and afterward said, "Darling, when my backside heals can we do it again?"

Alice belonged in the second group. Lying beside me on the bed she alternated between rubbing her ass and then switching over to my cock and balls.

"What do you think of Mr. De Sade now, Alice?" I inquired as my cock began to rise up.

"You were so right, Donnie. It was wonderful. It was so dirty! If I ever tell you I don't want to try something with you, remind me of this."

I reached out and cupped her left breast. "I will do that, Alice, I will." Then I began to suck on her rigid nipple, alternating sucks with little nip of my teeth that had her shivering with pleasure in short order.

"Mmmm," she purred contentedly, and then she laughed and said, "You have a very nice body, you know?"

"Thank you," I replied.

"I mean it!" she said, looking at me as I worked her breast. "I do! I mean you're not muscled like the football jocks, but you're solid, and there's not an ounce of fat on you."

"My cock has muscles," I said facetiously.

Alice laughed and responded with, "It does! It really does! I bet you've got the nicest cock in town."

"Well thank you, I think. But I seriously doubt it."

"Umm, I can't speak to al, the well hung Black guys, but as far as the white kids go..."

I was laughing along with her when I asked, "And just how many of them have you seen personally?"

"No-no, I don't mean I've seen them, but you know girls talk."

"So do guys. In fact, most of them brag about their respective sizes, and if you believed them half the guys in school are walking around with foot long dicks."

She stared at my cock for a long time. I made it jump and she shrieked with laughter and begged me to do it again.

Of course I obliged her.

She shrieked again.

"It's better when I do it when it's inside you," I said, and we both broke up laughing.

On gaining control of herself again, Alice seemed to think about something for a long moment.

"Penny for your thoughts, Alice," I said.

"Huh-oh, yeah, well you put in up Lillian's ass-I mean, Phil did it too, but what I'm curious about was if you talked about what it felt like, you know?"

I gave her question serious thought, and then replied, "Bear in mind that I wasn't the first to analize her. Maybe Phil wasn't either. So she had previous experience. But with me she did comment on how full I felt. I assumed she mean as compared to Phil. But maybe she didn't mean it that way. Now it certainly didn't hurt her going in. She likes anal, and obviously does it fairly often. I also penetrated her further than anyone else, and that was different."

I paused to try and recall any other tidbits Lillian might have dropped about the subject. "Oh, she said she wasn't ready for the feeling of it coming in when she tried to push it out, and especially its slipping out when she tried to hold it in. Especially the latter, because leaving her it had felt like an enormous turd that she couldn't stop, and she had suddenly been filled with the terrible sense that she would foul the couch. Of course moments later her parents caught us. So it's a wonder she didn't foul the couch. I almost did."

And we were off laughing hysterically again.

"You made that up!" Alice said wiping a tear from her eye.

"Didn't!" 

"Did"

"Honestly, you asked me and that really happened, I swear to God!"

"If we're being honest, Donnie, I should tell you that I've been thinking about it for quite a while."

"You have?"

"Ever since you rubbed your finger over my A-hole, yeah," she admitted with a little grin.

"Want to try it?"

"Okay, but-but I want you go prepare me, and to go easy. Can I use the safe word?"

"Is it still Yellow?"

"Yeah, Yellow."

"Okay, sure, when?"

She gestured at my cock which was pointed at the ceiling. "Now seems like a good time," Alice said still grinning.

Without another word on my part, I went into action; slowly massaging Alice's recently spanked ass cheeks, working the flesh beneath my fingers like putty. From the very first it seemed to soothe Alice's painful marks.

I kept the massage going for several minutes, without speaking, working the entirety of her buttocks and upper thighs with what I thought to be a smooth precision. 

In time, Alice's breathing became more labored; my kneading fingers appeared to provide her with a sexual glow. Then with an almost imperceptible motion I leaned forward and placed my hands a bit further between her tightly closed legs. With no further urging on my part, Alice parted her legs for me.

I attempted something different and waited for a sign of acceptance or rejection. I used my fingernails to lightly scratch Alice's recently spanked flesh causing her to moan with pain.

"Want me to stop?"

"NO!"

I sent the index fingers of each hand along the sides of her fully exposed pussy lips then pressed softly into the pouting flesh. 

Alice moaned again. And with the thrill of victory ringing in my chest, I went for it and sent my fingers into her cuntal crack, slowly parting her labia, obscenely exposing the still moist entrance and the engorged hood of her clit.

Alice tensed all her muscles as she felt the beginning of an orgasm building in her loins as I eased two fingers into the splayed portal.

"It's like a lake in there!" I said excitedly, moving my fingers back and forth inside her canal. The slurping sound that we both heard was ample evidence that Alice was past the point of no return. Her moans were now loud and prolonged.

After a minute or so of light thrusting, I withdrew the fingers and brought them to my mouth. Alice watched incredulously as I greedily sucked the cum-laden digits, tasting her pungent juices on my tongue. When I took the fingers out of my mouth, I looked back down at the twin spheres beneath me.

"Show me your ass again," I ordered in a firm, demanding voice, then watched as Alice unhesitatingly offered her upturned cheeks to me.

"Higher!" I told her in no uncertain terms.

Alice arched her back even more, raising her abdomen well off the bed, poking her ass out smartly. 

"That's much better," I told her.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Put it in my ass, please."

"Hmmm," I said trying to hold back my own excitement at this victory. "Reach back and open yourself up first. Show me that cute little button!" I knew I had complete control of Alice at this point. She would do anything I asked and she knew it.

Alice's hands cupped her ass then pried her flesh apart, exposing her asshole to my view.

I gently licked around the outer circle of her rosebud.

Alice trembled.

I straightened up and delivered three quick smack across her buttocks.

Alice released a shrill shriek of pain and pleasure.

I alternated between the spankings and the lickings for a minute or two

Alice was beside herself, making animalistic sounds from deep inside her throat, breathing tremulously. It was obvious when her dam broke. For the first time in my life I saw a woman actually squirt out jets of clear cum, flooding the sheet between her spread legs, as the orgasm took control of her entire spasming body.

"YES! YES! YES!" she cried, straightening her legs out and shaking them violently as a few more streams of juice spewed out of her pussy.

I towered over her, both of us naked and sweating. "Spread your legs!"

Alice was quick to obey, but pleaded with me not to whip her pussy.

"I have other plans for you, Alice."

She began to tremble, imagining God knows what.

"Reach back between your legs with your hand." I watched her hand pop out from between her parted legs. I bent my knees slightly and eased my cock into her waiting fingers. She grasped me tightly, then stroked the tumescent pole.

"I love your cock," she husked.

"Put it in your cunt," I said matter-of-factly.

"I'd like for you to do my ass," she begged.

"I intend to. I need your pussy for lubrication. Now put it in!" 

Alice pulled my prick toward her gaping pussy, centered it beneath her pussy, then helped me ease it into her. Her hole was as hot as I'd ever known it!

"Oh, Donnie, that feels nice! I want you deep inside me, baby; all the way in!" 

I shoved myself all the way inside her, to the hilt, pressing my pubic hairs against hers, allowing them to mingle.

"Oh, Donnie, that feels sooo nice! I love the feel of you so deep inside me!" She affirmed this by pushing her sex against me, straining to arouse her clit. 

I pumped her, slowly at first, then increased the rhythm, then decreased it. Sometimes I shoved it deep inside and held it there while she bucked her cunt up and down on it, while other times I rode the crest of her undulating hips as we fucked in unison.

Alice had definitely changed. She was no longer reticent about saying what she wanted or doing things she probably would not have dreamed of doing only a few days ago. Our relationship had changed also. I knew now that she would find nothing wrong with my making love to some other girl in front of her, nor would I find fault if she wanted to screw my best friend. But she would consult with me before doing so.

"Are you going to fuck my ass, baby?" she husked as her breathing became conspicuously heavier. She was almost begging.

"Reach back and open yourself up for me," I ordered, then watched her hands move to her lower ass cheeks and obediently pry the two halves apart, exposing the crinkled 'O' to my leering eyes.

"More," I insisted. "The wider you spread, the better I'll make you feel."

Alice appeared to have no inhibitions whatsoever about showing me her most private parts.

In fact, she seemed eager to put her anus on display to me, using primarily the middle fingers of each hand, she pressed into either side of her asshole and spread the petals apart. 

"Like this?" she asked.

"That's nice, Alice. I like that. I've never seen you so open."

"I'm opening it for your cock, Donnie. Your big, beautiful cock; I'm hungry for you inside me. Please put it in. Please!"

I withdrew my glistening pole from her steaming pussy while she continued to expose my next target. I moved the head of my cock between the widely opened ass cheeks and touched the splayed anus with the head of my dick. 

"AHHH!" Alice cried at the first touch of my member there.

"It seems awfully tight," I said.

"I can take it. I don't care if it hurts. Just put it in slowly. Oh, yes...slowly...ahhh! I can feel it. Oh, shit-can I feel it!"

I began taking her asshole, millimeter by millimeter. 

"UGH! It hurts just a little!"

"I'm not stopping now, Alice. Tough it out!"

"Okay-okay! Just-just keep easing it like you are. OH! OH! It feels so big, so fucking big!"

I looked down with interest as my cockhead slowly progressed its way into her shitter.

Alice moaned and groaned, but managed to keep her hips still as I slowly expanded her sphincter. Eventually I watched the head disappear into her tight anal orifice.

"The head is in, Alice," I told her. The elation was obvious in my voice.

Alice was silent for a long time, or so it seemed. Then she spoke, it was the first coherent words other than moans or groans in a few minutes.

"It-it feels good. Even the pain feels good. How does it feel to you, Donnie?"

I continued pressing my advantage before answering. "It feels tight, very tight. It's a wonderful feeling this tightness. I love it, Alice."

"I'm tight!" Alice said, more to herself than to me. And when I began to hump my cock into her ass with more rapid thrusts, she went berserk, making those animalistic sounds I had come to learn were the precursors of a building orgasm. I was half-way in now, and she was moaning softly, from deep within her throat.

The rest of the way into Alice's soft-tissued rectum was a piece of cake. With the sphincter relaxing with each passing moment, the path yielded no resistance. Still, she did not move, allowing me the pleasure of filling her completely before doing anything herself. The excursion into her ass was pure ecstasy! Before I knew it, my pubic hairs were pressing flat against her anal region.

"All the way in, Alice. I'm all the way in!"

I felt her anus contract once or twice around the shaft. "Mmm, I like that," I whispered, 'do it again, will you?"

"I can try to squeeze you, you told me I was really tight, so I'm wondering..."

"Go on, try it."

"Just stay perfectly still and enjoy."

During the next five or ten minutes, Alice treated me to the most fantastic sex I had ever known! As I remained unmoving, she worked her impaled ass over my cock, up and down, from side to side, back and forth, in a slow, sexy circular pattern, all the while expanding the rubbery portal which had now accommodated my prick. Then she did something I didn't expect-she worked the shaft all the way into her hot rectum and, once she had done that, began contracting the anal muscle upon it with ever tightening grips.

To make matters ever better, she began contracting her anus like that in sensual movements all the way up the shaft, using an upward shifting of her hips to kind of draw me into her slightly, and then milking my cock with her contractions. It was like she was using her asshole to give me a blowjob!




Sensualist Ch. 10a



Unfuckinbelievable!

And when I thought it was coming to an end, Alice topped herself, finding my cockhead she stopped the milking and started nibbling. I can only say that it must be similar to when a woman has someone bite down on an already stimulated nipple. The sensations rocket from that point directly to the woman's clitoris. In my case the sensations took a shorter route-from the tip of my cock to my balls. I readied myself for the inevitable explosion as Alice worked the elastic hole over my cock head with such perfect control she might have been using her lips instead of her asshole. 

"I'm going to cum, Alice!" I shouted.

"Yes, baby! Let it happen! Cum in my ass, baby! Cum in my ass!"

She began to piston herself on my engorged cock moving up and down over my imbedded member while tightening and loosening her sphincter. That did it!

With a loud "AHHHHHH!" I discharged jet after jet of sweet, glorious cum that coated the soft rectal tissues with hot sperm. 

We collapsed on the sheets, on our sides, with my cock still in her ass. Every once in a while, as I slowly came down from the sexual high, Alice would tighten her sphincter around my deflating member, a gentle reminder of what she had just done to me.  

I embraced her, spoon fashion, for a long time, not speaking, but planting kiss after kiss on her neck face and ears while gently kneading the plaint flesh of her right breast.

Eventually, my cock sort of plopped out of her ass from sheer exhaustion. It was a signal for her to turn her body all the way around until we were facing each other. Alice plastered the front of her very warm body against mine, threw her arms around my back and squeezed me even tighter.

Looking into her expressive, puppy-dog eyes, I could tell how much she had enjoyed our last scene; it was written all over her face. With the fingertips of my right hand, I smoothed away some hair from her brow. "You're fantastic," I whispered.

Alice smiled. "I'm still tingling inside my ass. Even my pussy remembers you," she laughed.

"I hope so," I said with a broad smile.

"I take back what I said before."

"Umm, what was that?"

"You can do anything you want to me, Donnie. Anything. Any time you want. My ass, my pussy, my mouth, they're all yours." 

She shifted her position slightly and I felt her breasts flatten against my chest. She began lightly scratching the back of my neck with her fingernails, then pressed her pubis into mine, entwining our hairs there.

"And you can do anything you want to me, Alice. You don't have to ask. If you feel like doing it, anywhere, just do it."

"Won't the pharmacist get upset?" she laughed. "I mean if I get real horny when you're in there buying condoms.

"Only because he's not getting any!"

"Mmm," she said with a bright, sexy smile, "Maybe you'll make me give him some!"

"That's a possibility. I may rent you out, you know, to pay for a vacation," I laughed. "Oh, that reminds me. My mother's given me the use of our place in Hilton Head for a week. Any chance you might be able to join me?"

That caught her by surprise. "Oh, that would be so wonderful!" she said, and then frowned.

"What?"

"Fuck!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"My mother would never let me go with you," she said sorrowfully.

"Make up a story. Tell her your girlfriends are celebrating graduation by going to the beach for a week."

"What girlfriends? My closest friend is Linda, and my mother knows her mother. They're best friends."

"Think about it. Maybe someone else will turn up. I don't like going without you, Alice. It just wouldn't be the same."

"I don't like it either, because you'll find another girl there with no trouble. I'm sure of it."

It hadn't occurred to me, but she was right. I'd probably hookup with someone right away. 

And for the first time I thought about a week without her. I hadn't had any problem finding a partner after Alice had stormed off the week before. Jennifer had happened along and she'd proved to be a very capable substitute for Alice. 

I hoped these last thoughts hadn't expressed themselves on my face, and looked at Alice to see her reaction. There wasn't any, she seemed engrossed in trying to figure a way to join me at the beach.

________________________________________

I dropped Alice off and went cruising around town, saw a couple guys I'd gone to school with and stopped to see what was happening.

We shot the breeze for a while; the main topic of conversation was how to get hold of a couple of six-pack of beer. I was able to solve the problem for them when I saw the gardener for our neighbor getting out of his pickup and intercepted him, offering him $5.00 to get us a case of Budweiser.

Juan, was an undocumented Mexican, and the five bucks meant something to him. He understood that we were underage, but seemed non-plussed about it. With a wide grin on his face, he accepted our money and told us to meet him down the street after he made his purchases.

It worked like a charm and I was a momentary hero among the guys, of whom there were three: Derek, Lonnie and Brad. 

I knew Derek well enough, having shared several classes with him, but the other two were new to me, having attended a different high school. Derek wasted no time in opening several beers and while we downed them, managed to tell the others that I was dating Alice, who they all had noticed at the mall the week before.

"You banging that, Dude?" Lonnie asked as he popped his second Bud.

"Sorry, dude, I'm not the kiss and tell type. "We went to the prom together, let's just leave it there."

Derek couldn't let it alone, adding, "Yeah, man, he did it up right too!"

"How so?" Brad asked, showing considerably more interest than he had earlier.

"Dude hired a fuckin' limo. Even took another couple with him."

"He's making it sound bigger than it was," I said, and opened my second beer.

"Umm, thing was in order to get to take Alice out I had to look like I came from money. You know, to impress her old man. So I hired a limo. That's not a big deal. Lots of guys do it for the prom. As for the other couple, the thing is... his car broke down at the high school and he had no way of getting to the dinner and all. We had plenty of room, so you can see it wasn't a big deal to invite them along. I mean, we were all going to the same place."

Satisfied they turned to different subject matter-namely other girls who put out, or were rumored to have done so.

I added no names to their list, but heard Jennifer's name mentioned as a possible easy lay. I nodded, but gave no indication that I had fucked her, and why would I?

One thing I took with me from the little beer party was that Brad and I seemed to hit it off. He wasn't anywhere as garrulous as the others. I noticed how he refrained from mentioning anyone in a derogatory manner, and didn't laugh scornfully when either Lonnie or Derek did. 

And so, when the others took their leave, it was just Brad and me I told him I'd give him a ride home and he told Lonnie that he was riding with me. 

During the short ride to Brad's house, I mentioned the beach house I had waiting in Hilton Head, and asked if he wanted to accompany me.

"Sure, why the fuck not?" he said and we bumped fists.

I didn't mention the possibility of Alice joining us, since it wasn't definite, and I really didn't know what if anything would transpire between the three of us if she did join us there.



Sensualist Ch. 10b



Beach Party - Fellated by Hostess - Sex on the Beach - Ronnie tells Alice a Story - Ronnie and Alice bring each other needed release - Eavesdropping on Sordid Story - Fucking Morgan

It turned out that Alice couldn't make it to Hilton Head. Alice told me her mother had flatly refused to allow her to go off on such short notice. But Alice had not given up on joining me at the ocean, and confided to me that she intended to keep badgering her parents to let her go. "After all, I'm a high school graduate and soon to be freshman at Georgia State. I should be able to off on my own if I want too." She finished with a whine in her voice. 

I didn't think much of her chances of joining me, and we had a quick fuck in the backseat after which she pleaded with me to "Get hard again and put it up my ass."

I left her a block from her house, begging for another fuck-"Anyplace at all!"

**********

The following morning I set out for Hilton Head. In point of time it's less than an hour. But I got lost, driving there on my own for the first time. Now if you've never been to that part of the country, Hilton Head is an island of the same name in the low country of South Carolina. It has about 12 miles of beachfront on the Atlantic Ocean. Over 2 million visitors flock there each year to play golf and or tennis and several fine uncrowded beaches.

What I like about the island is that the town enforces an ordinance which minimizes the impact of development and governs the style of buildings and how they are situated amongst existing trees. As a result, one can enjoy an unusual amount of tree cover relative to the amount of development. There are several communities as well as upscale hotels; in other words, there's something for everyone.

I pulled into our driveway and got out of the car and stretched. A lush curtain of banana trees, birds of paradise and canna plants hid the wall on one side of the driveway baffling the pool equipment. 

Looking directly at the front of the house, rice paper plants almost obscured the entrance to the front door. The oleanders were in full bloom all around me and the air was filled with a variety of pungent fragrances. I imagine if people were to stay away from the Island for twenty years or so, it would revert to a jungle-like condition, covering everything man-made with greenery. That was both a pleasant and unpleasant thought at the same time.

I unloaded my bags from the car, brought them inside and made myself a drink-gin and tonic from the liquor cabinet (left unlocked) and after checking that nothing unusual had occurred during the families absence, sat down to relax.

Less than an hour later, I had showered, shaved and wanting to make a good impression, paid special attention to my clothing and changed into light weight slacks, new Tee-shirt.and loafers without socks then headed out to see what was going on at the beach. 

There was loud music blaring from the house two doors from mine. I paused to listen to the music, and as luck would have it, ran into Milton Bradley, who had been sweet on my sister, Maureen a couple of summers before. After asking about her, he happened to mention the party going on and invited me in.

Needless to say, I accepted.

By my second beer, (with three being my absolute limit) I had met a couple of cute prospects, but forgot all about them when a well put together blonde sat down across the room. 

She was probably ten years older than me and not as pretty as the other girls but she had a body that electrified me. First there were the melons she carried as breasts, and then there were those gorgeous legs-legs that adjoined a magnificent ass. And while one wouldn't say she was thin, I doubted that she carried any extra weight other than those big boobs on her chest.

Instant hardon.

Perhaps some background is in order. The blonde's name was Virginia, and she and her husband, Rodney were hosting the party. Rodney, or Rod as he preferred being called, was a nice enough lug, and commanded plenty of respect, unlike his namesake Rodney Dangerfield. Rod was the heir to the Garner millions, but here on Hilton Head you wouldn't know it. I mean his home was smaller than mine, or I should say, my families.

They had arrived the day before and after stocking up on the necessary goodies had called everyone they knew, told them to bring a friend or two and thrown the party.

It appeared that the party had been underway for a couple hours when I arrived. No one challenged me and I enter in and out of a couple conversations before spying the hostess with the mostess. 

As I made my way over to Virginia, I heard her shout, "Here goes number five!" A moment later, she downed a shot of bourbon. I had yet to learn who she was, and of course had no idea she was married, or who her husband was, nor did I care. I was eighteen and thought I had brass balls.

I was about five feet away from her and saw that she was feeling the effects of the shots she had downed, when she turned toward me with a devilish grin and walked toward me, and then past me to a tall, handsome guy who was also somewhat inebriated and asked him to go upstairs with her.

When he mumbled, "Maybe later," all my senses went on full alert. Who was he? Besides being out of his mind, that is. It took me a full minute to put them together as husband and wife. By then I had followed Virginia at a discrete distance as she left the room and stepped outside to the patio.

It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full moon hanging in the sky. The moonbeams sparkled off the ocean in the distance. When she reached the railing, Virginia noticed my shadow off to the side, but as she told me later, she was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband's Georgie's drunken friends.

"Hello," I said.

She turned quickly at the strange voice. "Hello yourself," she said. "I don't believe we've met."

"We haven't, I'm a friend of Milt Bradley. He, um, invited me in. I hope I'm not intruding."

Virginia smiled at me, and I nearly melted. Well, not exactly, my erection was sticking out like a telephone pole being put in a hole. "Milton's nice... are you?"

I nodded, having lost my voice momentarily. 

When I found it I managed, "It's a lovely night."

"Yes, it is," she replied somewhat forlornly. "If only..."

"If only? I said wanting to keep the conversation going where ever it led.

Virginia tilted her head back, and parted her lips for a kiss. I brought my mouth to hers and gently brushed my lips over hers.

She gave a soft moan and sent her tongue into my mouth. My hands went to her breasts as we continued the kiss. 

Admittedly I was clumsy in my groping at her breasts and when she broke the kiss and attempted to move away I almost ripped her expensive dress trying to get a hand inside to touch her flesh.

"Don't..." She said, but pulled me back and kissed me again.

Breaking off the kiss again, she gasped, "I love the way you touch me. Your fingertips feel like they're on fire."

Her words set me on fire. I tugged at the dress, got it down past her shoulders and dipped my hand inside the lacey cups of her bra. I was caressing the underside of her breast when I heard the tear-I had torn her bra apart. The round curves and 

softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air. 

"I'm so sorry..." I said.

"Don't be, it's been a while since anyone's torn anything off me. I kind of missed it," she said slurring her words slightly.

"I want it, sugar, and if you play your cards right, you're gonna want it too."

"You're a very desirable woman, "I said my voice much huskier than usual. I pinched her already hardened nipples while my lips moved back to hers in a long, sloppy kiss.

Virginia moaned her hunger into my open mouth. I dropped my hands and seized the undulating cheeks of her firm ass. Breaking our kiss, she pressed her hands against my chest, and stepped back a bit.

My heart skipped a beat when she reached out to open my slacks. With lust in her eyes, Virginia quickly unzipped the fly and pushed slacks and underwear down to my ankles. Dropping to her knees in front of me, Virginia teasingly licked and kissed her way slowly up my thighs. I found myself holding my breath and gritting my teeth when her lips parted, and she encircled the crown of my cock with them. 

Her saliva was making my dick glow in the moonlight. I found myself mesmerized by the sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down on my thick cock while she fondled my balls with one hand and tickled my asshole with the other. 

She changed tactics slightly, stretching her jaw to accommodate my prick and brought her lips around the glans so that a seal was formed around it. I felt her fill her mouth with saliva and then swish it around the head. 

I remember moaning at the sheer pleasure she brought to me as her tongue moved slowly from side to the side, along the bottom of my shaft. I've noticed that the consistency of one's flesh changes once it has been inside the warmth and wetness of another's mouth for a minute. The shaft elongates. The cock straightens, and it rises.

She's crouched in front of me at this point, her thighs nudge my legs apart, and, how she managed this I don't know, but she apparently balanced herself on her toes (ballet?) and wedged herself in the small space this created. Then she took more of my cock down her throat, nodding her head repeatedly as she did.

She looked up and met my eyes and held them as she sucked away on me. I watched, entranced as she rotated her face around my shaft while taking me even deeper.

I felt her blonde hair caresses my thighs as she nodded her head over me, making a series of slurping noises. Glancing down I see bubbles in the saliva leaking from the corner of her mouth and dropping off to land on the slopes of her fabulous tits.

Taking me from her mouth for a moment, Virginia looks at my glistening cock and laughs wantonly. "You've a beautiful cock, neighbor," she said, still laughing, and then swallowed me again and this time I felt her teeth scraping along my flesh as I glided to the deeper recesses of her throat.

The lady could certainly suck cock.

Suddenly she switched off, and pouting her lips, focused on paying attention to my cockhead, using her tongue to press my knob up against the roof of her mouth. Her cheek had a big bulge to it and I knew that I was the cause and my level of pleasure increased immeasurably. 

Virginia's eyes were wide and constantly looking up at me, and when a particularly long strand of saliva dangled from my dick, she quickly spat me from her mouth and used her mouth to capture the errant strand and spread it's wetness over my balls.

My God, this woman was good!

She started sliding her mouth over my shaft as if it was a harmonica, and then she recaptured it and alternated between sucking furiously and nipping at my balls.

I should mention that I was not totally unresponsive during her fellating exhibition. I had encouraged her throughout with various responses, all of which extolled her immense talent as a fellatrix. Moreover, I had my hands in her hair throughout most of the act, pulling hard occasionally to let her know how well she was doing. There was also quite a bit of breast play, particularly with attention to her nipples, which I played with to the point of tormenting them, before moving a hand, and fingers to her dripping cunt.

I am amazed that I haven't cum in her mouth by this point. Perhaps it's the alcohol, but I just didn't unload just then.

I recall that she rolled her head at about this time with my dick halfway down her gullet and the spit ran freely along the shaft and trickled down along my groin.

She let it collect at the base of my dick then like a vacuum, she sucked it all back into her mouth and swallowed.

I realize she wanted me to cum, and I tried, but couldn't. I'd never had this problem before and I didn't know what to do and let her continue, hoping she succeeded where I can't.

I got this kind of hitch in my throat and my breathing was ragged. I briefly wonder if these are sympathy pains then dismiss the thought as being irrational.

I am fucking my dick in and out of Virginia's mouth, always keeping the front third inside while bobbing over the middle. It's obvious she wants me to get off so we can do other things and she sucks even harder, making her tongue softer and leveling it against the underside as a tactile counterpoint to the force her lips are applying to the shaft.

Her tits are slapping against my thighs and I sigh. A moment later I feel it.

"I-I'm cumming!" I groan, and her lips tighten around my corona and the strongest suction yet begins.

My orgasm catapults out of me in a single burst. There are aftershocks, but these add only a little more semen to the initial jet. Virginia holds my semen in her mouth and I feel her spiting back on my cockhead, drawing it back into her mouth and spitting it out again, causing yet another series of sensations to race through my body and I vow to make her pleasure as great as mine has been. 

Virginia finally swallowed the remaining residue and seemingly exhausted, clung to my knees until I helped her to her feet.

We didn't kiss.

After a short silence, she looked at me and said, "I guess I won't get that fuck I was looking for."

"Let's walk on the beach first," I said. "I promise I'll satisfy you one way or another tonight."

She laughed and I reached out to wipe a small deposit of sperm from the corner of her mouth. She took the finger into her mouth when I offered it to her.

"You have a slightly salty taste, but there's some sweetness in it as well," Virginia said with a lewd grin. "You must eat right," she added a moment later.

We carried our shoes as we strolled along the sandy beach. My cuffs got wet when a wave caught me after getting to close to the water's edge. The ocean breeze helped cool us off to some extent, but sexual tension remained high between us.

"So," I began, "you're married."

"Oh, yes. In fact, when you first approached me I thought you were Rod-my husband. I had told him I was feeling... horny, so he was well aware of it. But he apparently chose his drunken buddies over me."

"I'm delighted to have followed you outside."

She laughed and turned to me. "I am too, but this is a onetime thing... I don't think I know your name."

"Clark, Donald Clark, I live two doors down. We were introduced..."

"Yes, I seem to remember that, but..."

"Yeah, doing shots seems to play games with one's memory."

She changed the subject, saying, "Smell the breeze?" 

"The breeze?" 

"Yes, can you smell it?"

"I don't think the breeze has a scent."

"Sure it does, can't you detect the salt in it?"

"Well, yeah..."

"I'm sure I can, and there must be other odors in it. Perhaps just below our normal capabilities to detect, but a dog can, for example..."

We listened to the mild splash of the surf. I turned away from the houses and faint strains of the music still blaring from Virginia's party and stared out into the dark with her.

"Are you a decent swimmer?" I asked.

Yes of course, I love the ocean. I've done everything in it."

"Everything?"

She smiled as her shoulder brushed mine. "Yes, everything."

A couple passed us walking hand in hand, and disappeared into the dark.

We began walking, in the opposite direction of the couple, moving into the heavy shadows behind some hurricane damaged buildings. I stopped and Virginia halted alongside me.

"Want to go for a swim?"

"I don't think so," she replied a little uneasy.

"But you can swim, can't you?"

"Yes, but I'm wearing a very expensive dress, and .. ."

"I'm going," I said. I want to swim in your ocean where you've done everything."

I dropped my shoes and waded into the surf as she watched. I kept going out, not shedding my shirt or pants. As I reached the waist high water, I called out for her to join me. She was bent over laughing at my antics.

I laughed too, but then I turned and began to swim, using strong and even strokes. Virginia watched, hand to her mouth, as I struggled out of my pants and tossed them aside. She continued to watch as the current carried them north. She moved toward me, and entered the surf, drawn by my foolhardiness.

Calmly, she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. She balled it up and tossed it back on the beach. She waded out, to her knees clad only in black panties and up to her waist.

I watched as a shiver ran through her from the cold slap of water against her pubis, watched her duck her head beneath the curl of the next wave.

When she resurfaced, swimming now, she looked around almost panicking in an effort to find me. 

I called to her from where I treaded water some fifty yards away. There was a path of moonlight seemingly connecting us and she began to swim toward me.

When she'd closed to within twenty yards of me, I turned and resumed swimming, taking her further out into the Atlantic.

She followed, gaining on me as she went. That surprised me as I thought I was a good swimmer, had been on the state relay championship team, and fully intended to make the University swim team after starting classes.

Eventually, she caught up and seized my ankle, held on against my flutter kick, and hauled me to a stop. We both looked back at the shore, as we rode up and down on the waves, losing sight of land, then seeing the vague lights of the buildings a hundred yards or so removed from the water's edge.

"It's beautiful out here, isn't it?" Virginia said.

"I didn't think you were such a good swimmer," I said.

"Just how old are you?" Virginia said as my hand caressed her breast.

"Going on nineteen," I lied.

"Nineteen," she sputtered. "Why-why you're a fucking freshman!"

"So?" I replied having no better answer than another question.

"I think the cold water has sobered me up," she said coolly, and then she swiveled around, started a breast-stoke toward shore. I swam alongside her.

"Have you ever done this before? A midnight swim?" I said breathing hard.

"No," she said, "have you?" We had stopped swimming and were just treading water.

"No," I smiled at her. "I've been saving the experience for this evening."

She didn't respond to that; but remained silent, feeling me stirring the water beside her.

"Can people make love in this water? Out here?"

"Yes, I suppose so." Then, almost to her self she said, "The ones who are ready to make love," and resumed swimming.

I swam alongside her; she glanced over at me several times but kept swimming toward shore. 

On reaching the shore, Virginia made straight for her balled up dress and put it on. I had to jog down the beach to retrieve my pants, which had fortunately washed ashore. I donned them and tucked my transparent shirt inside them. 

"It's a beautiful night, Virginia."

"Yes, with the moon and all," she answered.

"Let's make love here... right here," I said quietly.

She stood there looking at me. After a long moment she slowly peeled the dress off again. 

"It's so clammy," she said as I stared at her hardened nipples.

She gave me the benefit of a smile and said, "Go on, I know you want to play with them."

I took off my shirt and let my pants fall to the sand, took her in my arms and kissed her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, kissing me back, and with her silky legs around my waist she locked her ankles together and I cupped her asscheeks in the palms of my hands. Then with one swift and powerful thrust, my entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy. 

Virginia broke the kiss and cried out: "Oh, God, YES!"

I gave her several rapid thrusts and she groaned and whispered, "You're so big. I-I've never been filled like this..." Every nerve in her body appeared to be tingling. She later told me it was as if a barrage of fireworks had gone off inside her.




Sensualist Ch. 10b



After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Virginia looked into my eyes and in a throaty whisper said, "It's been so long!" 

She crushed her mouth over mine in another wet and passionate kiss, and then broke it to croak, "Come on, baby, you're still hard in there-really give it to me. Fuck my brains out!" 

She was bouncing wildly up and down with every ounce of energy she had and still managing to remain impale on my manhood.

I began to feel dizzy and unable to stand on my feet any longer and crumpled to the sandy beach with Virginia still clamped around me-still fucking away like a woman possessed. "Come on baby... don't quit on me baby! I'm almost there-fuck me hard baby-fuck me hard!" she bawled out, like a sex starved nymphomaniac.

We thrashed about in the sand and surf until I let loose a formidable discharge that helped trigger her much craved orgasm, and then we lay there panting trying to capture our breaths. 

After Virginia finished straightening out her clothing, she kissed me one more time and went back to rejoin what was left of the party. I pulled on my clammy slacks and retrieved my shoes and trudged back to my house.

The next day I saw her and learned that she and her husband's time at the beach was coming to an end the following day. There would be no future copulating between us. 

I still remember waving goodbye to them as they drove off that Sunday. But then again, I had the rest of the week to meet someone new. 

**********

On waking the next morning, I made a pot of coffee and checked my phone messages. Alice had called twice the night before. I returned her call and we talked for forty minutes about how much we missed one another. 

I had her masturbate to a climax while I whispered dirty things I intended to do to her when and if she arrived.

She seemed positive her parents, especially her mother would weaken and relent as the week end approached. All well and good for Alice, but what was I supposed to do from Saturday to Friday afternoon when she got here?

I finished breakfast, made my bed and did the dishes and took a shower, in that order, and then I donned a swimsuit and along with some suntan lotion and a towel, headed out to the beach.

Having a place at the beach, on the beach is a plus. But said beach is mostly private, populated by the proximate homeowners and their guests, and so I tanned alone. I was up and looking for a tennis match in an hour's time. Hardly long enough to get sunburned.

**********

Back in Savannah, Alice was in her bedroom, showing her cousin Veronica, a picture of Donnie, after being unable to resist telling her about how he'd taken her virginity. She hadn't mentioned their anal adventures, or the spankings, but wanted to tell her that too, only Ronnie had yet to tell her about some of her sexual adventures.

Veronica shook her head from side to side. "Damn girl, he looks so hot!" She was looking at a picture of Donnie standing by a swimming pool wearing a white polo shirt, jeans and clean white sneakers. 

"Damn!" 

Alice was already wet. She didn't want it to happen so soon, but she could feel the dampness between her legs. Everything about him drove her crazy; his voice, his chiseled swimmer's frame, his laugh-everything. 

But then she snapped back to reality again. "So how did you two meet?" Veronica was saying. "I know he got your cherry, but how did you guys meet?"

"You know, umm, how strict my parents are..."

"Yeah, they're monsters when it comes to going out with guys, mine are too."

"I doubt yours are as bad as mine, but, Ronnie, I've got to tell you... I mean, we went to school together, you know, and they had this dance during school hours-a kind of boys meet the girls thing. Anyway, the DJ put on a slow number and as some couples joined on the dance floor, I stayed on the sideline watching. I noticed several guys staring at me, and I certainly knew what was on their dirty little minds."

"It's always that way," Ronnie interjected. "But I kinda like it, you know?"

"Well, me too, but sometimes they look so hard it makes my skin crawl." 

"Yeah," Ronnie said somewhat wistfully, obviously not in agreement with Alice's assessment of boys gawking at her.

"Anyway," Alice continued, "I felt their eyes devouring me and suddenly I felt naked and alone."

"Know that feeling," Ronnie said trying to sound sympathetic, but failing.

"Suddenly I felt a different pair of eyes burning a hole in me. It was Donnie! I knew I had to acknowledge him somehow and so I took a deep breath and turned to face him."

"Did you stick your boobs out?"

Alice ignored her and went on as if she hadn't asked such a stupid question. "His eyes were a piercing blue and narrowed just a bit. If you didn't know him, you wouldn't be able to tell he was pissed off at the blonde haired girl clinging to his arm."

"But I thought you didn't know him?" Ronnie said.

"Of course I knew him!" Alice said huffily. "I just didn't know him THAT way!"

"Oh!" Ronnie said and shut up.

"Out of the corner of my eye I saw the blond staring at me and evaluating me as if it were a competition or something."

Alice laughed and said, "Maybe it was. Anyway, I looked her over as well. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties, wore too much makeup and her hair was an obvious bottle job, but her face was pretty. I couldn't bring myself to look at Donnie just yet."

"But he spoke to me, saying, 'Hi Alice, some dance, huh?' He didn't bother to introduce the blond. But she chimed in anyway, saying: 'Hi, I'm Denise, in two weeks I'll be Donald's Aunt Denise. Isn't he a sweetie pie bringing me to his high school dance?"

"I know she saw my obvious relief at finding out she wasn't his girlfriend.

"I felt Donnie's eyes on me and I turned to him."

"Care to dance?" he said and I melted. My friggin' knees wouldn't work; and the blond came to my rescue, taking me by the arm and slowly walking me to the ladies room, telling Donnie we'd be right back.

In the restroom, Denise told me that he really liked me and she could tell that I had a thing for him too. I nodded, unable to find my voice.

She made some minor touches to my hair, as much to calm me down as anything else and then we went back to Donnie and with my legs back in perfect working order, danced together until the band took a break at the end of their set. 

But the thing is Denise had a plan, a really good plan to put me and Donnie together and it worked like a charm. "That's when he asked me to go to the Prom, and of course I mumbled that of course I would love too, only I didn't think my parents were going to let me go." 

Alice went on to tell Veronica most , but certainly not all of how Denise helped her seduce Donnie; leaving out the more intimate parts of her sexual play with the older woman and concentrating on those parts involving Donnie and herself.

"Now I think it only fair that you tell me how you lost your virginity, Ronnie."

"Mmm, okay..." Ronnie said. "It was with Carson Millhouse. He was a college lacrosse player at Duke, home for the Christmas holidays. I had the hots for him from the first moment I laid eyes on him.

After following me around for most of the morning his second day home, I snuck him into my bedroom and the next thing-actually the first thing I remember was screaming, "Oh, fuck! Fuck me harder, baby... oh, oh, oh!"

I was on all fours in the middle of my bed, with Carson fucking me from behind. He had my hair in one hand and his other hand on one of my smallish tits, squeezing it deliciously-I'm a size bigger now, but I'm getting off track. 

"He-he was fucking my pussy into oblivion to get his release. Did I tell you what a great body he had? Well he had a fantastic fucking bod-built for sex. We were both covered in sweat. He kept pounding away at me; I know his dick must have hurt like a mother after the way he gave it to me. I mean, the damn bed kept moving-kept slamming into the wall. Thank God we were alone in the place."

"Did you cum?" Alice asked struggling to keep her hand off her very wet pussy.

"Did I ever? Six ways from Sunday, baby. Six ways... and then some; I wanted to suck his cock forever after that. Would have, but he was sore. I checked him out. It was really red and when I touched it he jumped. So it was like real tender from all that slamming and jamming."

"That's such a cool story, Ronnie, "Alice said and meant it.

"You think? There's more-wanna hear?"

'Sure I do!"

"Two days later I was walking to his place. It had just rained and the asphalt was steaming and as I walked through it I felt like my pussy was steaming and causing it all. That's how horny I was."

"Jesus, Ronnie. That is hot!"

The moisture is everywhere; under my skin, the back of my neck and worst of all my hair has lost its glossy look and is now tousled and wavy. "

"I hate it when that happens, Ronnie," Alice said sympathetically.

"Well, it did give me a kinda just-fucked look that had people taking a second look at me as I strolled through the steamy air wearing a shorter than short white miniskirt and flimsy hot pink tank top that I thought made me look like every boys wet dream."

"Oh, wow!" Alice cooed, with more than a smidgen of jealousy.

"Only I had yet to be fucked, you know? Maybe it was the way I was walking-pressing my thighs so I can feel the throb right there—you know where, right, Alice?"

"Umm, yeah, I think so."

"I'm wearin' these boyshort panties, enjoying the way they rode so tightly against the mound of my slit."

"Jesus, Ronnie-that's graphic!"

"Yeah, well, I'm trying, Alice. Anyway, they have this high cut over the bottom swell of my ass and the snug fit of the crotch is nestled firmly between my swollen pussy lips, rubbing back and forth against my clit as I walk, teasing me and keeping me on the verge of a nice cum, but not quite letting me get there.

I come to this alley about two blocks from Carson's place when I get this devilish idea and reach into my purse for my cell phone. The alleyway gives me a certain amount of privacy, you know? So I lean against the dirty wall and push the phone under my skirt, pulling the soaked fabric of my panties aside to expose my snatch for the lens. I hear the click of the camera as I blow a bubble with my gum. I take a couple more pics for good measure and finger myself a little, you know, to keep that edgy feeling going-while I check the pics out and decide which one to send him."

"You didn't!"

"Oh, but I did. I picked one and sent it on to him with a quick text telling him it's all his for the rest of the afternoon."

My God, did he jump your bones the moment you walked in the door?" Alice asked, obviously excited.

Veronica gave Alice a Cheshire-like grin. "Now comes the best part, Alice. You're not gonna believe it!"

"My phone beeped. It was HIM!"

"Oh, my God! What'd he say, Ronnie?"

"His text read: 'Get that hot little ass of yours over here right now!'"

Alice couldn't help herself, but allowed her hand to slither down the front of her jeans and began rubbing her pussy's more delicate parts. Of course, Ronnie noticed, but all she did was snicker, for she was not far from doing the same thing herself.

"So I'm standing outside his apartment, you know? God knows why, but I don't go inside, instead I wait. I guess I thought I'd tease him some more, have him really hard for me, you know?"

Alice nodded that she'd heard, but was too far gone to stop herself. Her fingers had pried her panties to one side and were dipping into the wetness between her legs, striving to bring her some release from the combined thoughts of fucking Donnie and the hot tale Ronnie was regaling her with.

While Ronnie couldn't see it, it was all too obvious, as Alice's hand, or a reasonable facsimile of it could be clearly seen moving up and down the front of her jeans.

"Alice, are you sure that no one's home now?"

"Huh?"

"I said we're the only ones in the house, right?"

"Umm, yeah, right; we're alone."

Ronnie unbuckled her belt and tugged her jeans down to her ankles and pointed to the wet spot on her white panties. "See that? I'm probably hotter than you are. Want me to do you and you do me?"

"Okay," Alice hissed excitedly. "Sure, sure, I'm up for that," and quickly shed her jeans and lay back on the bed, her legs widely parted.

Letting her fingers glide along Alice's thigh, Ronnie whispered, "So who's the horny girl right now?"

"Mmmm, me!" Alice whispered hoarsely, and opened her legs even more.

Ronnie kissed Alice softly on the lips, then took her lower lip between hers and worried it until Alice groaned with excitement.

"Like the taste of pussy, Alice?"

"Mmmm," Alice replied while writhing on the rumpled sheets of her bed.

"Oh? Then tell me how mine tastes, baby. Get down there and eat me out!"

Alice was about to protest that she'd never done that kind of thing, when Ronnie's knowing fingers worked their magic on her pussy; and swept up in the euphoric spell that brought on, brought her face to bear on Ronnie's pungent pussy.

"You go girl!" Ronnie chirped as Alice's tongue found the others clit and applied the right pressure to thrill Ronnie through and through.

A minute later, Alice had Ronnie on the brink. 

She knew it too, and broke the seal her mouth had had on the other's cunt, to say, "Is this what you want? Is this why you got me so hot with your story?"

"Story's true!" Ronnie gasped. Get me off-I'll finish it and you, baby. I promise!"

Alice used her tongue to circle her cousin's clit then said, "You swear to God?"

"I do! I swear to God!"

Alice remembered how Denise had teased her into going all out in her first Sapphic experience and tried using each tactic on Ronnie; starting by slowing down and lightening her strokes, just gently circling the clit with her finger tips, taking care not to touch it directly, holding her cousin on the edge, teasing her mercilessly.

Ronnie whimpered, "Soooo good!"

"Are you ready?" Alice asked, although she knew the answer.

"Yes—yes—yes!"

Alice laughed delightedly at her new found power and deftly sent one finger inside the other girl, and with her other hand she went from making small circles around her clit to rubbing it back and forth. Alice seemed to know just how Ronnie liked it-using the flat part of two fingers; she slowly increased the pressure and pace. 

Ronnie began to cum seconds later.

Alice kissed her then, sending her tongue into Ronnie's mouth to give her a taste of herself and to quell the rising screams of pleasure she couldn't hold in.

She stayed with Ronnie, kissing her, caressing her until the other girl came down from her peak and relaxed.

"Now tell me the rest of that story. You can rub me off while you do and then it will be your turn to eat me out... baby," she added sarcastically.

"Okay, okay-that was-was so good, baby. Thank you, thank you very much."

"Finish the fucking story, Ronnie!" Alice said nudging her shoulder for emphasis. 

"Yeah-yeah, where was I?"

"You were at the door to the apartment, stretching the time out to tease him even more."

"Oh, right! My cell buzzed and he'd sent a text that said: "Get that skinny ass over here now!"

She turned to face Alice and with eyes wide, said, "I love to get him riled up, then when he slams that big cock into me I feel it trying to rip me apart. I love that part of it more than cumming-almost."

Both girls laughed at that, and Ronnie resumed her story.

"My stilettos clicked loudly on the floor as I climbed the stairs to his apartment. My heart was hammering and my cleavage was beaded with sweat as I wondered what he was going to do to me first.

"I remember thinking; I'm such a bad girl that he should spank my behind until I can't sit for days."

"You like being spanked?" Alice said, interrupting Ronnie's story.

"I love it! It adds so much to the rest of it. What, you don't?"

"I-I-I gave my guy a hard time when he tried. We almost broke up. But I apologized and let him spank me."

"So what'd you think then?" Ronnie asked with a smirk.

"I admit it. I did like it sort of. I mean I didn't like the pain so much. But I get what you said about it heightening the other parts. My O was really great. I must have cum quicker too, and probably more often. I couldn't count them. But then he's a great lay."

Neither girl said anything for a while as they reflected on what had just been said. Then Ronnie resumed her story as if nothing had interrupted.

"I knock on the door and pose seductively. The door opens, and before I know it, a hand reaches out and grabs me then pulls me inside. 

"I'm almost eye level with an enormous cock.

"It's long, it's thick, and it's not Carson's!"

"OHMYGOD!" Alice blurted out already horrified.

"Damned right-OMG! 

"Obviously the guys naked, but all's I see is that huge monstrosity bobbing in front of my face.

"Now the strangest thing is, although I'm scared shitless, I have the strongest urge to take that thing in my mouth. I mean, you'd think I'd want to get the hell out of there. But I wanted to suck that cock. I mean, that was the urge that kept me from running."

"So what happened? Alice said. 

"I say, 'Who the fuck are you?' but I'm talking to his cock not him, see?"

"I'm Johnny, Carson's brother," he tells me.

"Still focused on his pole, and I admit it, drooling over it now, I hear him say, 'He left his cell with me. I liked you're pics you've got a nice snatch. Wanna fuck a couple times before Carson gets back?"

"Alice, you may not believe me, but I came then just thinking about having that monster inside me. I'm a cock slut, I know it, but Jesus, that was a lovely thing, you know?"

"I can see it in my mind's eye, Ronnie."

"I had a one word reply for him: "Where?"

He scooped me up like I was a rag doll and carried me-did I say how big he was? I mean other than his salami?"

"No," Alice replied softly, not wanting to break the pleasurable sensations already tickling her pussy.

"Maybe 6' 4" with broad shoulders and a chest to die for. Anyway, he tossed me on the bed and I hiked my skirt up and pulled my panties to the side in my hurry to get him inside me.

"I took him in. all of him. I was that wet.

"Johnny boy was in the best condition a man can be in. I mean, it was like he trained specifically for this fuck. He pulverized me."

Alice was openly fingering herself as she hung on every word coming from her cousin's mouth, secretly hoping Ronnie would pair her up with this Adonis of penises.

Between slapping me on the ass and filling me with that dick I was completely out of it, climaxing from the second stroke, it was weird but it was fantastic and I didn't want it to end, although I was already thinking of several other positions we could try.

I remember the warmth of his breath against my skin. I remember how he bent me over at the waist, and then told me to brace myself-I did, using the wall to do it. I remember the slaps on my ass that I can still feel weeks later. I remember arching my back and shamelessly trying to get him even deeper than he already was. 

I remember him growling into my ear-his voice had me squirting love juice all over the sheets- You're such a slut. Wait until I tell my brother what a slut you are!" 

I remember cumming and cumming and cumming, countless times.

And he hadn't-at least not that I can recall.

"Suck me!" He croaked, yanking his precious log out of my wide-open hole.

Oh, I gobbled him up all right. There was no way I could deep throat him-not that baby! I'll tell you, Alice, I'm capable of taking a big one down the old throat easily enough. But that telephone pole wasn't about to get even halfway there, and I didn't try.

Instead I gave him the best head I could, sucking and licking and using saliva to enhance the sensations. I even took his balls in my mouth and washed them with my tongue. I would have licked his ass, but he didn't give me a chance.




Sensualist Ch. 10b



"Why not?" Alice inquired out of sheer curiosity.

"He was all about fucking me again, that's why," Ronnie replied. 

"Are you going to be my dirty whore tonight?" he asked in as husky a voice as I've ever heard.

I didn't say anything at first, already distracted by his fingers hooking into the top of my boy shorts, right between the cleft of my ass, pressing into my flesh. I shivered with anticipation. 

"You'd better tell me, bitch, because I'm going to go hard on you tonight. I haven't even showered yet but I think I'm going to make you use your tongue to get all the sweat and icky stuff off." 

To my surprise, I hear myself saying, "I'm okay with that."

"I thought so," he rasped in that sexy voice that had me ready to cum it was so syrupy sweet. Then he stunned me, saying that he was going to make me wait, like I made him wait. To be honest, at the time I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. I do now, but then my mind was totally fucked. And I wasn't."

"Eat me a little," Alice said, reaching out and grabbing the back of Ronnie's head.

Ronnie complied by planting a series of tongue licks up Alice's creamy thighs. There was a brief hesitation on her part before touching her lips to Alice's puffy labia.

Alice moaned, "Yesssss!" 

Ronnie continued on and up, probing her cousin's slit with her tongue, and then leaving it to tantalize her clitoris which was throbbing as it awaited the first delicious lick coming its way.

In her subconscious, Alice realized that her cousin was much more experienced at making love to a woman than she was, and tried to commit certain delicate flourishes to memory for future use herself.

Alice's breathing became heavier; her breasts began to heave as Ronnie's tongue swirled over her clit while probing the crack of her ass with the fingers of her free hand.

Alice yelped in surprise as Ronnie's fingertip edged its way into her anus.

Ronnie laughed at this, and pulled the finger out before leaning in and licking the puckered hole the fingertip had just left.

Alice came again, humping her shuddering hips back and forth as her climax took control of her. "Okay! Okay! Stop! Enough!" she pleaded. 

Relenting somewhat, but still caressing Alice, Ronnie cooed, "You like that, baby?" 

"Yeah... very intense, Ronnie; very intense," Alice murmured softly then kissed Ronnie on the lips in gratitude.

.

Moments later, having recovered her senses and wanting to return the favor, Alice reached out to Ronnie's breasts and gently fondled them. "Nice," Ronnie purred, "I like your touch, sweetie."

They intertwined their thighs and Alice felt Ronnie's sex, warm and moist against her flesh. Alice took one of Ronnie's big brown nipples in her mouth and suckled her like a baby. Ronnie gasped as she lightly grazed it with her teeth, sucking it into her mouth and milking Ronnie with her lips. 

"That's lovely, be sure to tell me if you get any milk." Ronnie joked, and laughing along with her, Alice spit the nipple from her mouth.

Both girls realized that they had begun a steady grind with their respective thighs and now Ronnie's cleft was pressed hard against Alice's thigh, moving back and forth, back and forth. 

"Mmmm, baby..." Ronnie purred as Alice broke the seal between them, but immediately went down on her cousin's twat, sucking harder than she had on the nipple previously.

"Oh, baby!" Ronnie murmured as the juices flowed freely from her cunt and Alice contentedly lapped them up.

"Baby," she murmured, although she wasn't really talking to anyone anymore.

Alice saw no need to tease her clit, for it was swollen even before she caressed it with her tongue. Still, the first touch of her tongue had Ronnie moaning and squirming, her belly heaving as she fought to catch her breath.

She decided to test her skills and went at Ronnie's clit with a vengeance, licking and sucking her cousin's pearl until her moans turned to screams of pleasure and the orgasms poured out of her one after another with Alice's mouth glued to her clit until she begged her to stop.

Only then did Alice stop. Ronnie weakly said her name over and over until her voice was hoarse.

**********

"Where did you learn to do that?" Ronnie asked sometime later.

"I made it up as I went along. Really, it was the first time I did any of that stuff. I mean-you taught me some-but I just did what I thought you'd like."

"Jesus, girl, you're really talented at it!"

Alice laughed, more confident in herself than ever before. "Can you figure out a way for us to go to the beach this weekend? My parents won't let me go and I just have to see my boyfriend."

"Hmmm, let me think about it. I can usually con my parents when I want something."

"Good and you can finish that story on the way."

Both girls were laughing, and Ronnie said, "Yeah, if you promise to do me like that again."

"Oh, I plan too; especially with Donnie joining us."

"Oh my God, you mean you'll share him with me?"

"Us, baby. I'm sharing him with us."

**********

Hilton Head

I found a couple guys and we played several sets of tennis before regaining our sanity and retiring to a nearby bar for liquid refreshments, i.e. beers all around.

No one questioned my age and I was enjoying my second frozen glass when three women came in and sat down at a nearby table. Gary, whom I'd just met for the first time, nudge Wiley Martinson, an old summer acquaintance of mine, with his elbow, in a 'look at what just walked in,' move.

Of course I looked as well, and was rewarded with a smile from the brunette with great legs. The other two were both blondes, with decent bodies, but the brunette had them both beat in that regard.

But other than that initial smile, the women showed little interest in us as a whole.

They were there to drink and catch up on gossip. 

One of the blondes was named Christine. I got that from overhearing their conversation. And as I always pay close attention when women are talking, or gossiping, I learned a great deal about her. 

Wiley and Gary were there to drink beer. I wasn't other than to quench my thirst and the second mug was doing that. So I listened as Christine told the other girls about her current lover. The guys became totally engrossed in the baseball game in which one pitcher was in the seventh inning of a no-hitter.

"He was whining-never stopped, 'Please Christine, please Christine, please Christine, please.' Now I hate that kinda talk. Nothing but whining, wheedling, like the world's gonna end if he don't get some."

Well my ears perked up at that, and when I realized the guys with me weren't paying them any attention, I did. Christine kept going, saying, "That isn't my style. I'd never be rid of a guy like that. Give him some and he'd be making wedding plans. Shit."

The other women laughed and the brunette waved at a waiter to order another round. Yeah, they were downing their daiquiris faster than we were drinking our beer.

"Georgie's like that; always testing my patience, wheezing like an asthmatic dog. I can still picture him, little beads of sweat on his upper lip, and he kept wiping his hands on his clothes. He looked like one of them candy Easter bunnies you get in Wal-Mart, but with the ears bit off."

From this I surmised that Georgie was a black man.

"Gimme some, I won't tell," Christine told the others Georgie had said; apparently his way of talking her into bed. 

And waving her hands in the air, Christine's face took on an incredulous express ion, and said, "Tell who? It's just you and me here, Georgie."

"I dunno," Georgie replied. "Your husband... your lover... whoever... I'll love you to death." 

The brunette was hooting with laughter and the blonde soon followed while Christine, a seasoned storyteller, waited to regain their attention.

"Right like he's gonna love me to death. Old Georgie one and done."

This time she joined the others in laughing hard at her own wit. I will admit I had to fight from laughing out loud myself, but a swallow of cold beer did the trick.

Christine was once again regaling the others with her story of what I would later think of as unrequited love, saying, "Shit like this gets my blood up; really pisses me off. I can't help myself. Shit. I like what I like, I like things my way, and I can't abide a dude who's whining over his blue balls, especially if I got nothing to do with it. To me it shows no confidence. No self-respect. I can't even think about lying down with that."

And what she said next has remained with me, and over time seems to have proven out.

"I got a theory about confidence. I never met a guy with sexual confidence that didn't have a cock like a mule. I think it's sort of a natural selection thing; like the puffing of a pigeon's chest. Even if we can't see it straight off, he knows it's there and he walks like a gunslinger on account of it."

The brunette jumped in then saying, "I bet Georgie had a dick like a cocktail shrimp!"

And while the other two roared with laughter, Christine vigorously nodded her head and pointed at the brunette.

Teddy wasn't like Georgie. Teddy knew his own score, which is why he was so easy to get with and why he messed me up so much."

I was guessing that Teddy was both hung and a former lover of Christine's. What followed proved me correct on both counts.

He had the swagger of a James bond, um, you know, the one who originated the role."

"Sean Connery," the other blonde hollered out like a contestant on a quiz show.

"Yeah-right!" Christine yelped, "Sean baby, with both guns blazin'. He wasn't so handsome, but looked like a prince all the same; something in his bearing did that. He'd stand in a room like he expected the world to come to him. I like that in a man. Always had a circle of admirers; some men, but mostly women hanging on to what he said.

"I think he intimidated men. A lot of them didn't much like him 'cause he topped them without working at it. Teddy acted like it was a given that I or anyone else would just want to take him home, and it didn't matter who suggested it, so long as he liked what he saw. He could smoke me with his eyes and take all my shit out of me so that I didn't even think of bein' a bitch except for him, not to him, you know what I'm saying? He had balls.

"That first time he said, "You know I like you, Christine, so why haven't we done it? You afraid of me?"

There it was corroboration of what both Ginger and Denise had told me time after time, "Take the initiative, lead your partner to the bed, and don't follow."

Christine was still talking to the others. 

"Afraid? It hung out there like a red flag in front of a bull. Christ, I got like I was eight years old or something, weak kneed and all red and hot, first time he did that. I figured that the steam was rising off my face. I didn't feel like walking all over him like I did with guys like Georgie. Shit, I knew I couldn't. Truth was I felt a bit scared, and that tripped me up, but I'd never admit it. Not to him."

I glanced at Gary and Wiley; they were watching the Braves game on the television and ignoring Christine and the others. I grew even more attentive.

"Teddy told me to come with him and check out his place, and maybe have a beer or something. I figured I knew what the 'something' was going to be and went anyway, a little messed about not having control over myself, or him. That drove me nuts, deep down, all the while he was 'having his way', as the saying goes. I just lost my cool. I 'let' him. I kept telling myself that I really hadn't lost my hold on the situation, but I had.

"So how good was he, Christine?" the brunette inquired, as if she'd been reading my mind.

Christine's face now had an excited glow to it that was soon copied by the other two with her. I have seen this several times since. It happens when one woman causes another to heat up by telling them something about a man, or in some instances, a woman. Something highly sexual.

"He was like, savage," she told them. "Like nothing I had ever crashed into before. I mean, the way he made me do it... I mean he had me eating out of his hand right off.

"He WAS THE MAN!"

The other women drained their cocktails, and Christine watched them and then finished her off as well, and then hollered for another round.

All three had a flush from their necks to their hairlines and probably higher, but I couldn't tell.

"C'mon, Christine-tell us!" the brunette yelled without realizing it.

Their drinks arrived and after taking a gulp, Christine raised a hand as if to ward off any further demands and said, "First thing I know is he's got his hands all twisted in my hair and his monstrous gland in my face."

"EWE!" croaked the other blonde.

The brunette said nothing, but licked her lips in anticipation of what would follow.

"He was huge, you know?"

I saw the brunette nod, complexly captivated by the story being told.

"Mmmm, and-and there's this smell drifting up to my nostrils from his balls. A sweaty thing, you know?"

The brunette's started to wriggle her ass on the chair she's sitting in, and still nodding her head.

"I-I took him in my mouth, you know? Motherfucker was making me choke on it, and was pinching my nipples and slapping my tits; none too gently either. I didn't give a shit. I was just... full of want, I guess. It isn't that often I find myself that hot, you know?"

"Oh, yeah," the other blonde whispered softly, but I heard it clearly enough.

The brunette crossed and uncrossed her legs. We made the briefest eye contact and she crossed them back again.

Christine carried on, "The insides of my thighs were greased with juice. We were stinking up his couch, the fucking thing was covered in plastic and it made farting sounds as we slipped on it. 

I had figured him for a guy with better taste.

"He messed me up. Jesus, with all that twisting and slapping, I was hotter than I had been in my whole life and in my mind I was begging him to put his mouth on me. I finally got fed up and started to holler, "Fucker, EAT ME!" but he just pushed that big dick back in my mouth like he was deaf, until he pulled me off of it, grabbed me by the hair and turned me around so he could do me doggy-style."

I heard the blonde husk, "OHMYGOD," and drop a hand into her lap. From my position at the other table I couldn't see what she was doing, but I had a good idea.

I had to choke off a laugh when Christine described what happened next in as graphic a phase as I have ever heard. 

"I wouldn't have asked him to do me that way-but he wasn't one to ask anyway. So there I was, my face stuck to the plastic wrap on the couch with him shoving that salami into me like he intended to slice me in half. I felt like I was one half of a dog sex act and kept pulling away as he was jamming it in, trying to save myself some of my insides, but he kept at it, and suddenly it wasn't hurting no more. Motherfucker made me scream with just his cock. The neighbors' started banging a broomstick or something on the floor overhead.

"I cried most of the night and the following morning-not 'cause I was hurt, mind you, but because I had the best cums ever, and not just the one-dozens of them. 

Teddy is one of those rare guys with staying power and even then can go again and again with just a few minutes rest."

I thought her tale was coming to an end, but Christine surprised me, saying, "This shit went on for months. I became a willing slave to him and his cock."

"How big was it?" the blonde inquired after Christine paused to take a gulp of her drink.

"Don't know, exactly. Never got to measure him, but it was about this (she held her hands apart about a foot) long and thicker than my fist."

The other girls groaned at the thought of having anything of those proportions slamming into them, and then reconsidered on realizing that Christine had just told them of the repeated orgasms he'd given her.

"Then one time he had this friend of his, a guy named Lars, come visit and crash on that stupid sofa for the night. Lars was from; I don't know Scandinavia or Finland and like a brother to Teddy. The two of them were tight, and when Lars was there, they drank and smoked together and I had to take a back seat. I was left to fetch the beers-lucky me. Anyway, Lars finally crashed, and Teddy and I went to bed and started fooling around a bit."

"Right on!" cooed the blond as she brushed her palm over her left breast. I saw the brunette giggle, glance my way and then cross her legs again. This time I caught a glimpse of her upper thigh. I'm almost certain she caught me looking. I'm less certain that she wanted me to look up her skirt.

"Only we didn't do the dirty, or anything close to it," Christine said with a discernible pout.

"Why not?" The brunette said, and after glancing in my direction, crossed her legs again.

Bingo! Snatch view, or at least I thought it was.

From that point on I concentrated on the brunette. I did hear what Christine had to say, but I focused on the brunette, and she knew I was being attentive to her and not the others. I sensed that she liked the attention, although she gave me no further encouragement-at least not then.

Christine again: "I couldn't believe it-he wanted me to go out to Lars and do him!"

"NO!" both the brunette and the blonde said at the same time.

"Yes!" Christine said, "He said it would turn him on."

"Don't I turn you on, baby?" I said-well, maybe I whined that last bit, but the bastard was ready for me."

"What?" the other blonde said, "He was ready for what?"

Christine took a sip of her drink, then took another, bigger drink, carefully placed her glass in the center of her coaster and said, "It's not right that he has to sleep on that lumpy sofa. Go on out there and tell him to come in and sleep with us. There's plenty of room for the three of us on this bed. It's king-sized, for Christ's sake."

"I mean, he had a fucking rational reason-I wondered if he'd be sharing the bed with old Lars if I weren't there, but fuck if I could use that excuse. And then... then there was the fact that I was getting a little hot, you know? I mean, who hasn't thought about having two guys at the same time. I mean-fantasy-wise, right?"

This time when the brunette snuck a glance at me I was ready, and flashed a big smile at her. 

She smiled back, trying to make it a shy smile, but missing the mark by a bit.

I spread my hands about a foot apart and nodded once, hoping she'd get the subliminal message that I was hung like the Teddy under discussion.

Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. Then she gave me a sort of wave as if to say, 'Get out of here, that's bullshit.'

I gave her another smile and nodded again, confirming that yes, I did have a big penis. She blushed and refused to look at me, preferring to listen to her friend's story.

"So there I was..." Christine was saying, "Standing over Lars who was half covered with the cheap blanket Teddy had given him. He was sleeping when I touched his naked shoulder.

"Huh?" he said. "We... me and Teddy, we think you might be more comfortable in bed with us. Um, if you don't, you know, wanna join us it's okay."

"He threw the blanket off and stood up. He was wearing a pair of boxers, but had an erection. It was almost as impressive as Teddy's. I had no doubt about what would be happening in the next few minutes and was all for it."

"You go girl!" the blonde crowed.

The brunette looked my way. When our eyes met I smiled and nodded at her. 

She quickly looked away.

"Yeah, I was all in, as they say. Here I was unhooking my bra with him a step behind me as we headed back into the bedroom. Teddy was stroking his meat while I stepped out of my panties. Lars shook himself out of those boxers and hopped onto the bed.




Sensualist Ch. 10b



"Lars had these big, sad eyes. Oh I liked him right off. His dick wasn't cut. It was the first one I'd ever seen like that and I took a minute to examine him and ask a couple stupid questions. But he explained the difference-there is none, really. One's cut; the other isn't, simple as that.

Anyway, have I mentioned that Teddy had an aversion to going down on me?"

"No? Well he certainly did. For that matter he didn't make much use of his fingers either. But with that cock of his he really didn't have too.

"But Lars... good old Lars, why he ate everything: my face, tits, arm pits, and pussy until his face was soaked. I liked Lars all right, and we had yet to fuck.

"I had my thighs wrapped around Lars head screaming as I came when Teddy smacked me in the face with his monster prick. I opened my mouth and he promptly filled it.

"Teddy seemed to enjoy watching me twist around on the sheets as Lars tongue sent me to the moon and back. I was mostly incoherent, I know that, but I got my point across-mainly being that Lars was very good at what he was doing."

When the brunette recrossed her legs-more slowly this time-I'm sure I got a look at her cunt. I waited until she met my eye, and then stuck my tongue out at her and wiggled it. She gave a nervous laugh and recrossed her legs, even slower this time; in fact she held them open to be certain I got a good look.

I mouthed the words, 'Thank you,' and smiled at her. She smiled back, and then we both resumed listening to Christine's tale of debauchery.

"Lars had me wrapped around his head and screaming while Teddy slid 'it' between my teeth. He really seemed to get off on watching while I twisted on his friend's tongue and babbled incoherently. He seemed fixated on Lars and what he was doing to me.

"Now I happened to have a hold on one of Teddy's legs near his crotch and could touch his balls and oh so sensitive ridge of flesh between them and his asshole. I figured he'd bust my face if I ever touched him there, but when Lars pushed my legs back over his shoulders and started fucking me, my middle finger found Teddy's ass just as I came from his dick. Teddy moaned for the first time ever-as far as I was concerned.

"With Lars slamming it into me like Johnny-B-Goode, I worked that finger in a bit at a time, slicked up with my own juices, until the palm of my hand was wedged between the hemispheres of his butt. It surprised the hell outta me. Then a light kinda went in my head. I swear to God, Teddy must have been thinking about Lars's cock being in him instead of me! 

"Something about the look on his face told me so. I caught him staring at my mouth stretched as it was in accommodating him, and then down to where he'd catch a glimpse of his friend's cock smacking into me, and rest there, transfixed, and his asshole relaxed even more."

"Oh, Jesus," the blonde exclaimed, "He's a switch-hitter!"

"You think?" Christine laughed. "Anyway, Lars breathing got sorta ragged as he rocked it into me; I came again, but I don't think Lars did.

But Teddy did; with my hand wedged in his ass. 

He pulled that big dick outta my mouth which I didn't expect, because that was his favorite party trick. That's when I knew for sure that there was a bit more to this than I had thought.

"He started cussing Lars, talking dirty, just like he always talked to me, but he wasn't. 

He was gonna top-dog Lars same as he did me and probably every other girl he'd met. He took aim; I swear to God-I felt his ass tighten up, and damned if he didn't shoot a load like Silly String into Lars's pretty tanned face."

Both the brunette and the blonde covered their eyes as they imagined it happening to them. I had to stifle a laugh or my buddies would have been tipped off about what was going on with the ladies.

Christine had a smug look of superiority on her face as she continued. "Oh, yeah, it hung there in milky iridescence, gobs and gobs of it; off of his cheek and the wedge of his beard, like tinsel. Lars didn't even blink. Stuff was falling on my tits. Next thing I know is those two were sleeping like babies. When I woke up, Teddy was touching Lars's shoulder, like by accident.

"Wow," the brunette said in awe, "You never know, do you?"

The other girls nodded. Christine said, "Right, you never do know, until it happens. After that, I looked at Teddy differently and the balance of our relationship changed. This 'latent' thing bugged my ass; not because fag stuff bothered me per se, but because it felt sneaky, and my vision of Teddy was not like that. 

I realized I had some kinda big power over him. I could be the key that allowed him to unlock this desire he held in so tightly. Through me, he could make it alright; let it slip out like no one would notice-except me with my hand in his butt.

"It may surprise the two of you, but I stayed with Teddy for a good while after that. I mean, what wasn't to like about that monster of his, and the way he used it, right?"

"I guess," the blonde said, while the brunette nodded affirmatively.

"Old Lars came to visit a few times, but I wouldn't always play, and that pissed Teddy off. He wasn't used to not getting his way. He gave me the cold shoulder for a time afterward, but I didn't give a shit. And soon enough, Teddy was pleading with me to do Lars. Well, I had nothing against Lars. I mean, the guy knew how to go down on a girl and that ain't something you find every day. But then I came to understand that Teddy didn't know he went both ways. Either that or he was in denial. As for Lars-Who the fuck knows with him?

"I told Teddy and Lars to go fuck themselves. I realized that big cock or not, I'd lost all respect-if that's what it was drew me to him-for Teddy after he kept whining about me not doing his buddy.

"Well fuck the both of them. I moved my stuff out and got my own place again."

"Have you seen him since?" The blonde inquired.

"No, why, you want his fucking number Frannie?"

Frannie quickly shut up, and shook her head from side-to-side, telling Christine she didn't want any number, not really.

When the girls asked for their check, I made my move and walked over to their table and told them, although I spoke directly to the brunette, that I would gladly pick up their check, if she would give me her name and number.

"My name is Morgan," she replied with a smile while the other girls looked on in surprise.

"The number is in Atlanta," Morgan said, looking into my eyes. "I'm afraid I'm only here at Hilton Head for the rest of the week."

"I was hoping for an hour or two," I said, returning her smile. "A week is almost more than I can bear. Would you like to have dinner with me. Your friends are welcome to join us if they like." 

I turned my best smile on Frannie and Christine and got smiles back in return. But knowing the score when a man makes an acceptable pitch to a woman, they declined my offer after thanking me for even considering inviting them.

"Perhaps we'll meet again," I said as I began escorting Morgan out of the restaurant. Both Christine and Frannie had a combined expression of confusion and surprise on their faces when I made no attempt to bring Wiley and Gary into the picture. 

For that matter, they sat stunned at my actions and apparent success with Morgan.

As it turned out I wound up offering Morgan and Christine a ride home. On learning that they weren't sharing condo, or apartment, I made sure to drop Christine off first. I saw a wicked smile on Morgan's face as I opened the car door for Christine and waited until she'd gone inside before getting back in the car.

We didn't speak on the short ride to her condo, but after opening the car door for her, I asked if I could kiss her goodnight."

"I didn't hear you ask Christine for a goodnight kiss," she said with an impish smile.

"Well, as I understand it, she has Teddy and Lars for that, and I would add that as pretty as she is, I didn't want to kiss her as much as I do you, Morgan."

She smiled and nodded her head, and I took her face in both hands and lightly kissed her on the lips, but I kept my lips on hers until she reacted by kissing me back.

Knowledge is power, someone once said, and it's true. Morgan's response told me several things at once-she liked the kiss, and wanted more. So I pulled her tight against me, letting her get acquainted with the erection I could no longer hide, and feeling her relax in my arms, sent my tongue into her mouth.

When she didn't pull away, I ran my hands along her flanks, cupped her ass with one hand and again finding no resistance, moved my hand under her dress up to the tops of her thigh high stockings-and on hearing her moan-ran that lucky hand over the gusset of her panties and felt the outline of her cunt for the first time.

Morgan backed away at that, saying, "Oh, you're going too fast for me, Don."

I needed more strenuous objections than that before I was going to call a halt to such great progress, and so I continued rubbing her pussy and bare thighs waiting for her hand to push mine away.

It didn't happen.

Morgan was breathing hard and she seemed confused when she spoke again, "Please stop, not outside the car."

Reaching behind her with my free hand and keeping the other firmly planted on her pussy, I moved the front passenger seat forward and gently pushed her into the backseat, where she sprawled with a surprised look on her face.

"How the hell did you manage that?" she gasped as I joined her on the backseat.

Instead of wasting time answering her, I raised her dress up to her hips and leaned in to kiss her creamy thighs. She gasped aloud at the touch of my lips to her naked flesh. I knew that she was struggling with the decision on how far she should let this go. I could smell the sweet aroma of sex that was floating up from her pussy, and even in the dark I could make out the wet spot growing on her panties at the critical juncture between her legs. Had I started it, or was it Christine's story about Teddy and Lars?

I let my tongue flicker over her upper thigh then kissed her inner thighs just below her panty line. Her hands found my head, and instead of moving it away, held it in place. She made it obvious that I was to continue, but something in her wanted to prevent me from getting to my intended target. I now call this the point of last resistance. 

I kissed the tendon just at her crotch, just right of her panties, just a fraction of an inch away from her cunt, the lips of which were spilling juice to the point of my kiss. I stuck my tongue out to taste it, and licked up the side of her pussy, feeling her leg on one side of my tongue and her cunt to the other. 

Her salty fluid tasted like candy, I nearly moaned out in desire as I lapped long and slow at the mess to the side of her sex and then trailed my tongue back down, this time directly over her labia. I teased at the bottom where the juices were thick and gently pushed the tip of my tongue against her opening. 

But before diving in I repeated the whole cycle on her other leg, starting six inches away with kisses and finishing the a long lap up her side with just the tip of my tongue teasing her opening. 

I was about to pull away from the tangy center of her twat when Morgan raised her hips to meet my mouth and my tongue found her opening, delving in an inch or two into her sweetness. She bucked a few times against my tongue but I then pulled back and rose up and away from her. 

"NO!" She called out in protest.

She was so wet that two of my fingers slid in easily and she unconsciously relaxed her grip on my head. I lowered my mouth and closed over her pussy, and then shoved my tongue into her wetness. 

"OH!"

Once I began lapping away at her cunt any resistance she might have put forth against my onslaught faded away. And when I licked over her clitoris she shoved her cunt up at me as if demanding more. I wasn't dreaming this, for the second I drew her clit tightly between my lips she started bucking her hips into my face. 

"OHHHH!"

"Like what I'm doing, Morgan?"

"Yesssss," she sobbed, and quickly followed with, "Oh, I'm cumming," as she lost it, thrashing, and humping until I had to grab her to keep her from falling off the backseat and onto the floorboards. 

I kept on eating her pussy and I held onto her shapely ass as she thrashed about and went on eating her until she calmed down and began asking me to stop.

There were still occasional tremors rolling through her, but now her hands were pulling lightly at my hair.

"Time to lose the panties," I whispered.

"Huh?" she replied, still hazy in the fog of her orgasm.

"We're going to have us a nice fuck, baby," I purred in her ear.

"Oh? She sighed then added, "Okay!"

"One thing, baby," I said calmly.

"Huh?"

"Shall we fuck here, or inside your apartment?"

"Oh... inside, please?" she said, making it a question.

"Anyone else inside?"

"No, no one else. But, umm, can I have my panties back?"

"You'll only be taking them off again when we're inside. Seems like a waste of precious time."

"Whatever you say-um, Don."

I was impressed that she'd remembered my name under such strenuous activities, but then, girls are like that-she may have wanted a name if for no other reason than to tell it to her girlfriends.

Morgan climbed out of the car, providing me with a good look at her trimmed pussy.

I gave her a goose as she moved past me and delighted in her yelp of embarrassment. 

The summer heat had caught up to us. We both glistened with sweat and were breathing hard. I motioned for Morgan to lead the way to her apartment. 

Once inside, Morgan pulled a couple of Gatorade bottles from the fridge and we both took long pulls off the orange fluid. We were both still dripping with sweat; Morgan was leaning against the granite counter top in her kitchen as I approached her and took her by the waist. 

Her tiny frame was easy to heft so that she was sitting on the counter and I maintained constant eye contact with her as I moved between her legs and then tilted her back so she was reclining on her elbows. 

I dropped to my knees and found her waist on the counter the perfect height-I was starring directly at her sweaty, messy pussy barely covered by panties I'd yanked from side to side to get at her in the backseat. I didn't even bother to pull it aside as I dropped my face right into them and licked over the fabric, applying sufficient pressure to force the material into her cleft and then sucked it back out.

"Ohmigod!" she shrieked. "No one's ever done that...!"

I had my teeth into the material pulled it back and then let it snap back into her vagina, startling her.

"Better than listening to a fucking story isn't it?" I asked, just to see what she'd have to say about my technique.

"You-you-you..."she gasped.

"Me what, Morgan?"

"You-you're unbelievable!"

"Gonna tell Christine and Frannie about this?"

"I-I-I have too-unless-unless you don't want me too," she said after a moment's reflection.

"Tell 'em its good advertisement," I said and laughed.

She laughed at my audacity in saying it, and then asked me if I was going to give her another orgasm.

"Several more, I think, Morgan. Several more, unless you want me to stop."

"Oh, God, no!" she said alarmed that I might consider stopping then and there.

"Good," I said and tugging the panties out of my way, sent my tongue directly into her sex. I lapped slowly, applying long licks to each of her folds and occasionally darted into her hole.

I was holding her panties to one side with my left hand, when I sucked the entirety of her mound into my mouth, licking feverishly and waited for her reaction.

One always tries, or should try, to determine your partner's hot spots. It's rewarding to both parties.

It didn't take me long. Morgan was bucking away at my face as I held my position firm-tongue out-while she used me like a toy. On the downward spiral of her orgasm I was sucking her overly sensitive tissue in between my lips and drank her in, creating enough friction to extend the sensation of her orgasm a few more precious seconds, and then I rose. 

Morgan looked at me expectantly. She didn't make a move or sound, but waited for my response to what had just happened. I smiled at her gently and caressed her leg and she moved forward slightly, almost dutifully and reached for the bulging appendage jutting out from between my legs. 

"Oh you have a really big cock!" 

"I'm sure you'll enjoy every inch of it, Morgan," I said very softly, as if the walls had ears and I didn't want them eavesdropping. Then I lifted her a few inches from the counter as I slipped her panties from around her waist and let it fall from the tips of her feet to the floor below. I sat her completely naked, wet bottom back on the counter.

It took only a quick flick of my hand to undo the belt to my slacks and they then fell easily to the floor. I don't think Morgan even realized I had removed them when my cock touched her leg and she gasped at the feel of it. She looked down and her hand searched with minor apprehension for the shaft near her leg, gripping it tightly as she moved her hand up and down its length. 

"It's-it's so thick and hot," she said as I leaned in and after kicking my slacks away, kissed her. 

Her hand continued to pump my dick as I moved my arm around her back and brought her to the edge of the counter. My dick was now aimed at her pussy and her hand slipped away as she sensed the closeness to her sex. 

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked with the head of my penis at the very gate of her cunt.

"Please-please-"

On reaching the point at which I felt she couldn't stand it any longer, I fed my thick cock to her, easing it in and back out until satisfied that she could accommodate its thickness.

Then using a slow but steady thrusting motion I found myself penetrating her deeper than any other cock had been before. Morgan's breathing increased to the point where it became raspy and strained.

"Is that okay? I mean I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"Uh uh..." was all she could muster. 

I pulled out all the way and then with more speed filled her again. I tried to kiss her but she buried her head into my shoulder and clenched at my back. I pushed in over and over while she seemed to be in a trance. 

I knew I could cum at any moment; the slick newness of her hot tunnel offered countless new sensations and had me on the brink of cumming right then. 

I decided to stop and did.

"Wha?" she croaked, clearly on the edge of orgasm.

"I have to apologize to you, Morgan."

"Huh? Wha-why did you stop?"

"Well I'll keep going, but up to now I've ignore your lovely breasts."

"My breasties? What?" Clearly she was confused.

But then I had never heard a woman's tits referred to as 'breasties,' before.

"Raise your arms, please, Morgan."

And with her arms raised, I pulled her top over her head and then unclasped her bra from its latch in front and gasped as her 'breasties' popped out.

"My God, they-they're beautiful!" I managed.

"Yes-thank..." She couldn't continue.

"Shush, don't worry; I'm going to make you cum a dozen times, Morgan. I love fucking you, and I can keep going for a very long time." I gave her half dozen deep strokes to show her what I meant.

"OHHHH!"

Then, buried balls deep inside her, I went for her right breast, or breastie.

Her nipple was a good three quarters of an inch in length, and rock hard. I twirled the nipples in my fingers and then leaned over, taking one, biting it and then moving to the other and doing the same.

"OH, GOD, THAT'S..."

That's when I twisted one, and then bit it hard. Morgan went wild, yelling, "Oh, yes! Bite those mother's! Fuck them up, Hurt me baby. Hurt me!"

I knew enough to press her on that request. I took my time in positioning myself to get maximum depth with each subsequent stroke, twisting one nip as I plunged into her, and bit the other nipple as I eased back out.




Sensualist Ch. 10b



Now Morgan was chanting: "OH, GOD, SO BIG!" over and over and over.

I realized that my cock was breaking new ground in her pussy. That is to say, mine was obviously the biggest one she'd ever entertained.

Abandoning her 'breasties' for the moment, I concentrated on a different rhythm of thrusting, switching from a short burst of five or six strokes to longer, but much slower ones, withdrawing until only the cockhead remained inside her, and then as she moaned at the loss of my thickness, fiercely slamming my meat back in as far as it would go.

The first time I did it; it took the air out of her lungs, or seemed too. Morgan was clutching at my back while trying to hump her hips upward to recapture my cock when I did it, and I clearly heard the 'whoosh' as the force knocked the wind out of her.

Morgan, on catching her breath, gasped, "Jesus that felt good, but-but please-don't shove it in so hard."

"Do you want more?" I asked.

"Yes! Yes! Please... give me more," she pleaded. "Fill my pussy! Do it! Oh, God do it! Do it! Do it!"

"I'm not all the way in. Can you take another inch or so?"

"YES! YES! I-I can't believe you've got more to shove in there!"

I gave her another slow hunch of my hips upward, sending my dick a little deeper. Morgan was absolutely delirious with pleasure.

"Just a bit more, baby. How's it feel so far?"

"Nuh-wonderful!"

"Never had it this far in before, eh?"

"OH, GOD YES! I mean no! No one has ever-please, shove it all in. Make it hurt if you have to, but PLEASE give me the REST!" 

"Are you sure you want the rest?" I teased.

""YES, BABY, YES!"

It took one last thrust and I hit bottom and I came, spattering my load everywhere, coating the walls of her vagina, flooding every conceivable crevice within her and made her cum too.

I remained inside her, and with the exception of an occasional twitch or very slow stroke one might say I didn't fuck her at all for some time. We remained connected however and that certainly accounted for something insofar as Morgan was concerned.

She continued using her vaginal muscles to hold me tightly in place, and that was fine with me for I wanted her to calm down before renewing my fucking.

"Did-did you cum, Don?" she meekly inquired.

"You didn't feel it?" I said.

"I-I wasn't sure. So-so you're done?"

"Not on your life. I'm still in there aren't I?"

"Yes... but..."

"I'm still hard, aren't I?"

"Yes... but..."

I took full charge of the situation and said sternly, "There are no buts about it. I'm taking a breather. Now if you're ready we can pick up where we left off."

"What? Start over?"

I didn't wait for a coherent response, but shifted into high gear, hammering some twenty some quick thrusts into her and sure enough, sent her back over the edge into a convulsive orgasm that shook her to the very core of her being.

I have no idea how many times she came, but she seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm.

Finally she began pleading with me to finish, or just stop, claiming she couldn't take anymore.

"Are you saying you want me to stop?"

"NO! No, baby. I just-I just want you to finish and then hold me. I love what you're doing to me. I honestly love it. But hurry, please hurry, I'm kinda sore there!" she whined.

"I need you to tell me how much you want my load, Morgan."

"I do-I do, baby."

"Tell me!" I snarled and I realized part of my sudden anger was because my legs were getting tired.

"I-I want your cum! I need that load in me! Please give it to me!"

Knowing I had full control, I grabbed her legs and placed them on my shoulders. "Gonna go real deep now!" I said calmly, as if I had even more hose to feed into her.

It mattered little that I was already fully embedded in her. In her mind, I was now capable of almost anything.

I gave it one last thrust, banged into her cervix and heard her moan in pain. Holding myself in check I urged myself to cum and finally with the help of her vaginal muscles-did.

I think my ejaculate, or part of it anyway, wound up in her uterus, with the balance pulsing out against her vaginal canal.

Wanting to reward her before my cock diminished in size, I pumped like crazy and rewarded her with another tumultuous orgasm before flopping out of her pussy and dropping to my knees on the floor.

Morgan remained on the counter for a time and I looked up and saw gobs of semen dripping out of her cunt and onto the floor. Some of my ejaculate was hanging in a long string from a knob on the cabinet door below her knees.

We eventually moved to her bedroom, and there on the bed she confessed that she had never felt such a variety of sensations all at once; pain surrounded by an indescribable pleasure at the same time. It reached from her pussy to her nipples. 

"It was like... so fucking intense, man! I mean the damn room seemed to be spinning and things went black several times. I'll have to say it was the greatest lay I've ever had, or even heard of."

"What about Christine's story?" I asked.

"What-you expect me to compare her story with what we just did?"

I started to laugh and she joined me, hugging me tight.

We kissed a few times after that and then showered, without fooling around.

Back in the bed, but still slightly wet, Morgan turned to face me and asked, "Just how old are you anyway?"

"Eighteen," I replied honestly.

"I'm twenty-one, and that's practically a lifetime when it comes to having sex."

"Well, I've had..."

Ignoring me, her eyes lit up and she said, "Your last name's Clark isn't it?"

"Yes, but..."

"You have a sister named, Margret... no, Maureen?"

"I do," I admitted ruefully, wondering where this was going.

"I know her!" she said triumphantly.

"You're not going to tell her..."

"No, it's just-you know she was a year or so behind me in school."

I gambled and said, "How well did you know her?"

Morgan laughed. It was an evil laugh. "If you mean in a carnal sense, no, in fact, I hardly knew her at all."

Relieved to hear that, I changed the subject to a safer topic, sex.

"So-umm, you enjoyed it-the whole thing?"

Huh?"

"So, did you enjoy it?"

"OH, Ohhh, Yeah... it was unfuckinbelievable!"

"That good, huh?" Now I was acting like the proud peacock, strutting about flourishing my feathers.

Strangely enough she ignored my stupidity and casually reached out and took my cock in her hand and began jerking me off.

"It's really quite big," she said matter-of-factly. "I've seen a few penises, but none anywhere close to this in size. A few strokes later for some inexplicable reason, she added, "Not to worry, sweetie, with a cock like yours I won't let the disparity in age bother me."

A few seconds passed before she spoke again. There was a worried frown on her face as she said, "But don't think I feel superior to you or anything. Sometimes I say the dumbest things." Then she brightened noticeably and told me: "I love this big old salami of yours. It's a keeper!"

It occurred to me that this was the right time to ask her a question about something that had been bothering me. "Um, that's nice, Morgan," I said, "Um, I need to know if I... you know, took advantage of you. I mean, did I overstep myself when we were in the car?"

"I don't understand..."

"Well, did you want me to stop at any point back then... like when I pushed you into the backseat. Was I taking advantage of you? Did I frighten you?"

"Oh, no, Donald! Um, maybe..."

"Maybe?" 

"Well... maybe during the early part of that first kiss. I-I didn't want you thinking I was easy-you know?"

"I never thought that."

"That's nice of you to say. But you didn't act that way."

"I swear that everything I did was instinctual. I had this feeling that you welcomed every move I made."

"Will you feel better if I say it did?"

"Yes."

"It did, now I see that your dick is nice and hard again. Shall we put it to good use?"

"Let's get your clothes off," I suggested.

Morgan smiled at me and replied, "Yes, let's do that."

We stripped off her clothes and Morgan got in bed again on her back. She held her arms open to me welcoming me between her legs again. I crawled between her legs and slipped my hard cock back in her pussy. I fucked Morgan for as long as I could before I shot my second load of the evening. She had multiple orgasms and the final one was so violent she nearly bucked me off her body. 

"Do you want to take a shower?" I asked.

"Yes that sounds good," she replied.

We both showered together and as I soaped her body Morgan leaned back against me and I reached around and lovingly fondled her 'breasties'. 

Morgan purred contentedly. I also spent a lot of time soaping her curvy ass and hot pussy. I startled her when I slipped a very soapy finger into her asshole. I couldn't tell it that was well received or not, having caught her off guard, so I didn't pursue it any further. After the shower we dried each other off and then returned to the bedroom.

Morgan slid up my body and humped my face furiously as she came, came several times actually. I opened a bottle of her wine and soon the wine disappeared and I found the stamina for a wild, desperate, sweaty fuck that left us exhausted and slumped into a pile of clothing and flesh in her living room. We slept there until around 2AM caused use to eventually find out way into bed and we might have wrestled our way through another round of love making if I had tried getting it up again, but I was tired, and fell back to sleep.

Morgan woke me around nine, grabbing my cock that was jutting out and pointing at the ceiling.

"Wow, that's huge! Is it always like that?"

"No, not always, but in the morning... yes it is."

She began pumping it furiously. But stopped to ask me if it was okay to jerk me off.

"Be my guest," I replied.

"Maybe you'd rather a blowjob," she said , not sure of herself.

"Blowjobs are nice too, Morgan. Take your pick."

To my surprise, Morgan was somewhat of a novice in this regard. I mean, sure she'd blown a guy or two, but once I realized she was new at it, especially in handling a big sized one, I guided her along and her eagerness more than made up for her lack of sophisticated skill. She gagged her way onto my thick dick and sucked at the head when she her stretched lips needed a reprieve. Soon enough she was in a rhythm of her own, rhythmically bobbing up and down and offering a variation or two along the way.

"I'm going to cum," I announced. I expected her to take the hint and move away, but instead she sucked harder and deeper and I even heard a moan as I unleashed the first spray of cum into her mouth. She handled it like a seasoned vet, not yielding any control over my prick as I spasmed through 3, 4, 5 more forceful spurts of seed into her mouth while she gulped most of it down her throat. 

Even as she pulled away, she milked me with her hands, watching my cock in fascination, as a few more drops spilled from the tip and rolled down the side of my sensitive cockhead, captured by her tongue before they could fall further.

"That was lovely, Morgan."

"Thank you. I'm kind of rusty at this. I haven't done it in a while."

"I'd say that after a slow start you certainly got the hang of it fast. And I give you top marks for performance."

"You do?"

"I do," I laughed and said "Does that mean we just got married?"

She started laughing and I shut her up by going down on her. Tit for tat I always say.

After her third or fourth orgasm I let up and went in to shower. Morgan weakly told me she was afraid her legs wouldn't support her and said she'd shower later.

When I finished she was still laying on the rumpled sheets.

I started dressing, but out of curiosity asked, "How many times did you cum with me?"

"Truthfully?"

"I would hope for honesty, yes," I replied, making a face at her.

"I honestly lost track early on. But it had to have been a lot more than a dozen. Isn't that what you promised me?"

I had to laugh. "Yes, I guess it was."

"Well, then you delivered on your promise, and much, much more. "Will I see you again, Don?"

"If you give me your number I'll call you when I get home, we can set up a date for tonight."

"Okay... its 555- 1234."

I wrote it down on a scrap of paper and placed it in my wallet. We kissed for a long time in saying our goodbyes, and I went home a happy man.



Sensualist Ch. 11



Veronica continues Her Story - Alice gets Ronnie off - Morgan again and again - Exchanging Nude Pictures via Email - Some Fisting - Anal with Alice

Savannah Tuesday Afternoon

"So, Ronnie," Alice said impatiently, "have you figured out a way for us to get to the beach this weekend?"

"Um, yes and no," Veronica said quickly.

"What's that mean?" Alice asked tossing her old Raggedy Ann doll in the air, and then catching it in one hand repeatedly.

"It means what I said," Veronica said bluntly, before reaching out to swat the Raggedy Ann doll out of the air and onto the windowsill.

"Hey!' Alice protested, "You're being such a bitch just because I wouldn't let you feel me up>"

"Feel you up? Jesus, Alice, I want you to go down on me. That's what I want," she shot back huffily.

Picking up her precious doll, Alice gave her cousin a pouty look, and said, "You could finish that story first. You know, kinda warm me up."

"You want me to put you in the mood to eat my snatch?"

"I wouldn't put it that way," Alice protested.

Smiling lewdly at her, Ronnie said, "Just how would you put it, cousin dear?"

"Oh, fuck you!" Alice said and picked up her Raggedy Ann doll and clutched it to her chest.

"Tell you what. You rub my pussy a little and I'll finish the story. Then we'll try a 69."

"You're on, Ronnie. Lift your leg a little. Yeah, that's good. Now get on with the story."

"If you remember, I walked in and saw this humongous cock."

"Yeah, yeah," Alice said wetting her fingers in her mouth and then placing them on Ronnie's mons Venus and began tracing the letters of the alphabet. 

"Oh, right," Ronnie said. "Well like you know it wasn't Carson, it was his brother."

"Yeah, Johnny," Alice said trying to sound bored.

"Okay, okay, after we fucked, he asked me if I was gonna be his dirty whore," Ronnie said. She was already breathing hard. Alice couldn't tell if it was because of her fingers or retelling the hot story. She decided it was due to her fingers which were actually making contact with her cousin's privates and left it at that.

"Turns out he was five years older than his brother."

"So he's twenty-six," Alice chirped, practically an old man."

"Twenty-seven," Ronnie said, correcting her. 

"And then he checks out the fuck-me dress I'm wearin' and says, 'Your parents let you out dressed like that?"

Alice laughed, for it was an all too familiar story she'd heard from her own parents. "What'd the dress look like, Ronnie?"

"The top showed off my tits and the bottom barely covered my ass-that kind of dress. I wanted Carson to jump my bones as soon as I walked in the door."

"But you met the brother-the God instead."

"Yeah..."

"I think you're drooling Ronnie," Alice laughed.

Veronica laughed with her. "I don't know about drooling, but I was creaming in my dress."

"Mmm, I bet," Alice said as she slipped a finger into Veronica's very wet pussy.

Ronnie moaned. Alice crooked the finger and then exerted it back and forth.

"Oh... fuck-that's good!" Ronnie swore.

"And then-then he cursed at me, Alice. Scared the shit outta me. Then he says, 'Push that ass out.'

"I do it, but I'm shakin' in my boots, and I wasn't wearin' any boots. I felt this sharp tug against the back of my shorts. I turn my head to the side to catch a glimpse of him working on the seam of my panties with the tip of his finger, using it like... like little spear, pushing through a tiny hole-I was so ashamed when I realized I had a hole in my undies, but, fuck it, it was there and so was I. Anyway, I clenched reflexively in surprise as he began to you know-saw through the fabric, creating a gap about three inches long, completely exposing my little pink knot. 

"I-I wanted to say something, you know? But was afraid he'd stop. That's right, I was afraid he'd stop. Somehow I knew that he was gonna reward me with a gigantic cum, you know?"

Alice had stopped rubbing Ronnie's pussy to pay attention to her own.

"Hey now, don't neglect me, baby," Ronnie whispered, spreading herself wider to facilitate Alice's easier entry into her cunt.

Alice moaned and started fingering both their pussies; and found she enjoyed it.

"That's nice, baby. That's nice," Ronnie cooed to Alice who giggled in response.

"Oh, that Johnny; Alice I tell you he was something else. It wasn't long before he's rubbing his big knobby head over my flushed pussy lips, coating it with my juices, and then he slipped inside me."

"Now with a cock that big, I figured he'd have a problem and I expected it to hurt. Only it didn't-not then anyway.

I heard him laugh. It was a laugh full of satisfaction and somehow I was pleased with myself for having pleased him. Strange, you know? I mean, we were fucking, right?

Anyway, he grabbed me like I was that Raggedy Ann doll of yours and spun me around so I was facing him, and backed me up against the wall. Then he reached for my top, hooked his fingers into the cleavage and matter-of-factly began ripping it off me.

"Hey!" I yelled, "That's my top!" Even as the tearing sound ended and the flimsy material came apart and half clung to my shoulder and the other remnant fluttered to the floor.

I stopped complaining the moment he touched my tits. He flicked each nipple and I watched them rise up asking for more.

His hand moved around me and sank into the flesh of my ass as his mouth covered one nipple, angrily sucking the sensitive nub before sliding over to torment the other one. I let out a helpless whimper when he squeezed each cheek to prevent me from twisting away. 

"Mmm, you like that?" he said, teasing me as my eyelids fluttered and my lips formed a perfect 'O' as I writhed in his grip while the nicest sensations ran through me.

I remember my answer to his question: and answered with, "Yes! But I want you to fuckin' bite them!"

And he did. He bit hard, so hard I was trying to twist away from him and only made it hurt all the more. I tried to hook a leg around his waist-why I couldn't tell you, but I did."

Veronica paused and looked at Alice. She was staring at the juices oozing from Ronnie's cunt. "It's okay, lick me, you want too. I don't mind. I'll do you after."

"Mmmm, 'kay," Alice replied and went down on her, with slow sensuous licks and light sucks.

Satisfied with what her cousin was doing, Veronica closed her eyes and resumed the story.

"I could smell our sweat-like I can right now-I was so wanton in needing him inside me that I told him to pound it into me. But he took exception to me telling him what to do and pushed me roughly back against the wall. 

"Take it easy, slut. You're fucking horny tonight, aren't you?"

"Yeah, oh, yeah, I guess I am. So we gonna fuck or what?"

"Eventually, baby, eventually," he said and slapped my tits, watching them jiggle and flashing a wicked grin. 

"Thing is, I liked this rough shit."

"He tells me, not to worry, he's gonna fuck me, gonna use me, gonna make me beg until it hurts. But first you're gonna suck this big cock of mine." 

He put his hands on my shoulders and forced me down to my knees. I would have done it anyway, but the fact that he forced me made a difference in that now I wasn't just blowin' him, oh, no, I was submitting to him!"

On hearing the word 'submitting,' Alice had a mini-orgasm, and went at her cousin with a furious vengeance.

"Oh, yeah. That's it, baby, eat me out!" Veronica crowed happily.

Alice sucked her clit into her mouth. Ronnie's back arched and her hands clamped over Alice's shoulders as she rhythmically rubbed the rough side of her tongue underneath Ronnie's clit in slow circles. 

Alice's eyes were closed, but they still rolled to the back of her head with lust. Reaching up, she pinched her cousin's nipples, squeezing her preternaturally firm tits. Sweat rolled down her temples.

Ronnie sounded like she was in pain, and Alice stopped.

"Don't you stop!" Ronnie croaked, and Alice gave her cousin's rock hard clit a slow, delicate lick-thinking that she'd sucked a little bit too hard. Ronnie responded by caressing her cheek and shook her head.

"No-Do it like before, baby." 

Alice moaned and sucked her clit into her mouth again, and her hand tightened into a fist in Veronica's hair.

"That's right. Eat it," Ronnie barked as Alice rubbed her clit eagerly with a broad tongue.

Alice was so aroused she found it difficult to breathe. Still, she cupped Veronica's firm ass in her hands and pressed her cousin into her face.

"I want your tongue in my pussy," Ronnie rasped. Obligingly, Alice slid her tongue into Ronnie's open cunt and with a kind of smile on her face, tried to avoid touching her cousin's clit for the time being.

She felt her cousin tighten around her tongue; and caught Ronnie's hand as it moved to rub her clit and hurry her orgasm.

"No!" Alice said, and left it at that.

Ronnie trembled and sighed as Alice sent a finger along the crack of Ronnie's ass, and pressed the tip into her winking asshole. Ronnie's asshole grasped at the finger as eagerly as her pussy had closed on Alice's tongue.

"I-I need to cum!" she said in a low, hoarse voice.

"Soon, baby, soon," Alice gasped as she worked her finger in and out of Ronnie's ass while tonguing her furiously. Moments later, she allowed her thumb to slide back and forth over her cousin's clit and that did the trick.

Releasing a warning squirt of nectar, Ronnie threw back her head and moaned, "I'm gonna..."

"Cum for me, baby!" Alice crowed, fingering the other's ass as fast as possible, and taking her clit between her lips and sucking hard.

.

Ronnie groaned and grabbed her cousin's shoulders and curled into herself as the strengthening waves of her orgasm made her weak. She wheezed and groaned under Alice, as she coaxed still another orgasm from her; ignoring the copious juices dripping from her chin to her wrist and bracelet.

Alice's face was slick with Ronnie's juice by the time she slid her finger from her ass and raised her face triumphantly at having brought her cousin to a tumultuous orgasm.

But Ronnie couldn't wait to reward her lover; to taste her, and getting up on all fours, shoved Alice face-first toward the headboard of the bed they were on and rasped, "Your turn, baby," as her hand slipped between her cousin's legs and found her clit. 

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I picked up Morgan at six that afternoon, and asked if she wanted to see my bedroom before we went out to dinner.

You may laugh at my actions, but Morgan laughed and quickly agreed that it was a wonderful idea. 

Morgan, you see, falls into a category I call the Typical Girl. It may seem egotistical on my part, categorizing women, and I certainly apologize to anyone offended by the concept. 

However, after careful consideration of the women I've encountered over the years I've found that they do fall into one of several categories; as I'm certain men do as well. But I'll leave that grouping to a knowing woman to put together. 

What is a Typical Girl? Well, she's just what the name implies, but she's also a lot more. Typical Girls can be separated into many different sub-categories - brains, jocks, rowdies, shy types, and so on. Although their interests can be as varied as sports, biology, fashion trends or reading trashy romance novels, they do possess one overwhelming trait. They want to be more than they are. They want men to look at them as something special, something 'better' than what they perceive themselves as being. One may argue that everyone wants this to some extent, but if I may give some examples: High School or college cheerleaders can be considered jocks, but they are NOT Typical Girls. Most cheerleaders are typically Gold Diggers.

For the most part, cheerleaders are viewed as the most desirable girls in school, and hence reside in the epicenter of the social spectrum. Girls on the basketball or track team, however, are not looked upon in the same light by either boys or men. They are, in a word, Typical. Girl Jocks, no matter how successful they may be on the court, playing field or track, always live in the shadow of their more desirable sisters, the cheerleaders and other Gold Diggers, who are usually, but not always, more desirable to men in general. Because of this 'injustice' during their teen years, Typical Girls long to find men who will look upon them as Above Average. 

The Typical Girl convinces herself that the only men who will look upon her as Above Average are older, wiser, more experienced men; or in her own age group, a male who reeks wealth and/or success. She convinces herself that these groups of men are beyond the superficiality of her peers. She believes that they will look beyond her averageness and find the Above Average Girl she's always dreamed she could become. 

The Typical Girl is motivated toward success, and will strive to become a lawyer, doctor, IT Specialist, or other powerful occupation. But believe me; she will sell her soul in a heartbeat for the man who treats her as an Above Average Girl.

Morgan fit this category in several ways: First, she had a job as an editor with a very popular Woman's magazine. She had a degree in English from Vassar, and was attractive enough, but her previous relationships had failed, (I learned later.) and she felt that it was her fault in that she failed to measure up to her partners standards. 

One of the things that had drawn her to me was the way I chose to communicate with her rather than either of her friends. Moreover, I did it without her friends being aware of me doing so. 

But there were the obvious differences in our ages. 

My manner of dress and the way I comported myself when compared with my companions was more to her liking. Better put-I managed to fill in her personal composite of Prince Charming. Yes, Prince Charming. Having my own place at Hilton Head obviously made a difference, as did my convertible. She hardly blinked on learning that I was eighteen and about to enter college.

Well, to be honest, we'd already had sex at that point. I had also refrained from leering at her or her friends while they were discussing a sexual encounter at the restaurant. So I wasn't placed in the horny guy category which I'm fairly certain all women know of, and use on occasion, along with that of the dirty old man.

In fact, Morgan and I did have a conversation shortly after our initial sexual session, in which I brought up our age difference.

Morgan: "What about the difference?"

Me: "I'm only eighteen."

Morgan: There's not that big a difference between us."

Me: "Oh, come on, you must think I'm too young for you. What was I thinking? I mean, a beautiful woman like you fooling around with a kid like me, maybe one time, but seriously-a relationship?"

Morgan: "But you're not that young, and-and you're years older in the way you act and carry yourself.

Get it? Whenever the question of age comes up with Morgan, she turns the issue away with one specious argument after another. I treated her as the woman she wants to be. I won her over with that. Did I want to marry her? No of course not. Did she want to marry me? Probably not, but I'm certain she considered the possibility.

Speaking of age differences, look at the growing number of female teachers having affairs with their high school students. Is this a new trend? 

Back to basics: Morgan and I went right to my room, stripped naked and got in bed. 

I stroked her shapely legs and luscious thighs. My hand drifted up to her mound and I found that she was wet with desire. She smiled at me as I fingered her pussy and licked my fingers clean of her juices. Then she opened her arms and welcomed me into her body. I slipped between her thighs and slid my cock into her quim. Morgan uttered an audible gasp as I hit bottom. I fucked her slowly, easing my cock almost all the way out of her pussy before plunging it back in. She was soon lost in the lust of the moment.

"Oh that's it fuck me, fuck me slow," she softly uttered.

Hearing her ask me to fuck her was an incredible turn-on for me and I picked up my pace. Morgan threw her hips up at me as if to try and get me deeper in her cunt. I felt my orgasm approaching but I didn't want to cum before she did so I tried to slow down.

"No, no don't stop, fuck me faster, I'm so close," Morgan begged.

I picked up the pace again as we both raced toward our orgasms. I don't know who came first because we were so close but Morgan wrapped her legs around me and humped me for all she was worth as I spurted my seed deep in her womb. We continued to fuck each other until we were drained. I collapsed on top of her and she didn't seem to mind my weight as she held me and cried out. 

"Oh thank you, thank you," she said over and over.

I rolled off of Morgan and lay next to her on the bed. She smiled at me and then snuggled in closer. As I lay next to her I caressed her breasts, throat and shoulders, teasing her skin with my fingernails and tongue. She let out a low, drawn out sound when I started on her naked breasts, sucking the warm flesh from the underside of one while rolling the nipple of the other.

Morgan then moved down the bed, gently took hold of my cock and took me into her mouth, rolling my cock around and coating it with her saliva, while her hand worked my shaft up and down. I hardened quickly and with one hand wrapped around my slippery shaft, she guided me into her wet hole, engulfing me in her heat and slippery tightness.

With me fully embedded in her, the vixen took hold of the top of the head board on either side of my head while I steadied her by holding onto her hips. Then she rocked those same hips back and forth, pressing downward and working my cock against the walls of her pussy as I caromed all over her vagina.

The next motion of her hips caused her to gasp in pleasure as my full length penetrated her. She began to work up and down, back and forth moaning deliriously. I thought she felt particularly tight in this position and the unhurried pace felt wonderful. 

Morgan continued to ride me at a slow, even pace and I let her take charge. I also enjoyed the smacking and sucking sound of her pussy as she made use of my dick as a joy-stick to pleasure herself.

I also had an excellent view of her fine, firm breasts jiggling when she picked up the pace. Our groins met continuously, and she seemed to know just how far to move so that my cock never slipped out of her pussy. Her thigh muscles felt firm and tight under my hands as she worked her body on me. The speed of our groins slapping together increased as we increased the pace of our fuck.

Her pussy contracted around my cock while her eyes fluttered. She let out a high pitched scream and came, grabbing onto my shoulders as she rode out her orgasm. I ejaculated into her, flooding her cunt with semen as Morgan collapsed on top of me.

Morgan covered my face with kisses and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. As she kissed me she murmured softly into my neck and shoulders. She thanked me over and over for giving her so much pleasure and I held her tight, keeping my cock in her long after it had ebbed in size.

We showered separately, dressed and left in time to make our reservation for dinner.

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Pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant, I noticed that her aroused nipples were pointing, almost straining against her summer dress. She caught me looking at them and murmured, "My breasts are very sensitive." 

I leaned over and kissed each breast, pressing my lips against the thin material of her dress, and then bit each nipple in turn. 

Morgan shuddered. "If-if you park in the far corner of the lot we can do it in the backseat," she offered. "Or I can suck you off right here."





Sensualist Ch. 11



Later," I said, "Right now I'm starving and I imagine you are too."

"Okay," Morgan replied, "but let me touch it first. I want to remember what it feels like while we're inside."

"Be my guest," I said, and she fondled and ran her hand up and down my length several times before placing a kiss on it in similar fashion to how I had treated her breasts. But she didn't bit me.

Our meal was digested without any sexual talk or innuendo. After dessert, I paid the bill, left a generous tip and escorted Morgan to the car.

"We wait until we're back at my place," I told her. I wanted no accident on the way from fooling around, nor did I want to fuck her in the car because I knew the police paid attention to parked cars at night, and caught a good number of couples going at it in their cars while looking for that special screw to make their vacation memorable. What they got was a memory they'd give a lot to erase, but they would be duly arrested, booked and fined, and their names would appear in the morning paper for everyone else to see.

The prolonged wait was well worth it. Morgan later confided that she was going crazy on the way to my place, conjuring up all sorts of sexual scenarios starring the two of us.

To add to the excitement, I made a show of carrying her over the threshold. Morgan shrieked as I dropped her onto the bed. "Oh I loved that; it makes me feel so special!"

I helped her undress and she assisted me, that is, until my cock sprang out, and then she started kissing and licking it while I finished removing the rest of my clothing.

Back on the bed, I paid more than the usual amount of attention to her lovely tits, biting and pinching as well as kissing and caressing them.

I even spent a minute or two just rubbing her belly. I was surprised at how much she liked that, and continued doing so while my free hand made its way to her sopping wet pussy.

She started moaning the moment my fingers became entwined in her pubic hair, splaying her legs invitingly. I burrowed my tongue into her cunt and just sort of licked and sucked away until she was going crazy with wanting to cum. Morgan was now moaning continuously and had arched herself so that her clit stuck out like a little cock. I licked it several times before taking it between my teeth and nipping at it. 

Morgan went wild and pulled my head to her pussy as she screamed out in ecstasy. I sucked her clit into my mouth and worried the hell out of it while she humped my face for all she was worth. I was pleased to have her that excited so early in our lovemaking, and kept her at that peak by humming into her clit adding to the myriad volleys of sensations already flooding her nervous system.

Morgan came for the first time shortly after this, but I wasn't close to finishing with her. She collapsed on the bed, twitching and spasming, and whimpers when I roughly spread her legs apart and mounted her, easing my cock into the steam bath of what was once her cunt. I began with a slow, methodical fuck, simply because I knew she liked the pace.

When she became accustomed to it, I increased my thrusting. Morgan wrapped her arms around my back and legs around the back of my calves. She grunted twice, arched her back and humped me back as hard and fast as I was banging her.

"It-it can't be real," she croaked a minute or two later.

"What can't be real?" I panted as beads of sweat dropped from my head onto her face.

"My-my orgasms... They haven't stopped!"

"Is that good or bad, 'cause I've got a long way to go, baby."

"OH!"

I felt her drench my cock with her juices just before I exploded filling her womb. It seemed endless as I jetted spurt after spurt of hot sperm into her cunt. After I finished cumming, I remained still with my cock in Morgan's pussy as she uttered unintelligent moans and sounds and her body trembled. Her cuntal muscles were involuntarily squeezing and releasing my cock, milking all the juice out of it. Finally, my deflated cock slipped from her hole and she flinched as the cool air touched her opening.

Several minutes went by as we slowly recovered our senses.

"I-I've never even heard of anything that intense," she whispered. "You have a gift..."

"Thank you, but I'm certain that other men can..."

Morgan interrupted me. "I doubt it." Then after careful consideration, she amended her statement. 

"Well, perhaps there is...are men out there with your talents, but they must be exceedingly rare. I've never heard any woman even hint at what you do."

"What about your friend, Christine and her Georgie?"

"He had a monster cock and that was it," she said haughtily, "Nothing like you and the way you make love."

"Just because he liked his buddy as much as he did Christine doesn't..."

"Weren't you listening? He was imagining it was his so-called buddy who had the finger up his ass, and wanted it to be his dick!" Morgan said raising her voice for the first time since she'd screamed during her orgasms.

"I'm sorry, but I don't buy it. How can you assume what he was thinking? And look at who's making the assumption-Christine who's being manhandled by two guys at the same time. Wouldn't it be fair to say that her attention was not that sharply focused?"

"You can tell things like that during sex!" Morgan said huffily.

"My God, Morgan, when I was hammering into you, you were babbling incoherently. You call that focused?"

"That was different," she said, emphatically.

Wanting to change the subject, I said, "Let's fuck again."

"I need to rest for awhile, my body aches right now," she said softly. "I couldn't possibly cum again."

"Now you've given me something to prove," I laughed.

"No!" she whined as I rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips to a level with my cock as I knelt behind her. 

"No, Donald, I'm sore there!"

I eased my cock into her pussy and began to fuck her doggy style. Despite her objections, Morgan was content in this position most likely because I was not making any real contact with her clit. As the fuck progressed, I began slamming into her from behind causing her curvy ass cheeks to jiggle. I took a moment to look at her tight asshole and wondered if anyone or anything had ever been in there.

I scooped up gobs of her pussy juice and smeared it in the crack of her ass, and then spread around her nether hole. I added saliva to my finger and probed her tight aperture with the tip of my finger. Morgan tensed when she felt my finger probe her anus. 

"What are you doing back there?" she asked pensively.

Ignoring her, I gathered up more juices and added some of my saliva and continued to probe her hole. I gently pushed a very well lubricated finger into her ass and the tiny aperture opened up to accept the digit. 

"Get out of there!" she whined again, but I sensed her heart wasn't in it as our fucking had brought her to that hazy, good feeling that proceeds a marvelous climax from a long, steady slow fuck.

Adding another generous amount of combined juice and spit adequately greased her asshole allowing me to get my finger two joints in without any problem.

At that point, I had my dick in her pussy and a finger working in and out of her ass, I felt myself readying to cum. I tried to hold off, but failed, and my load built up and rocketed through my scrotum to splash wildly in all corners (if there are any corners) of her vagina.

When I finished cumming, we both collapsed on the bed and rested without speaking for a while.

We had been fucking for almost two hours and I suggested a shower. We showered together and enjoyed washing each other's body. Afterward we dried each other off teasing one another in the process. As Morgan fondled my cock it began to stiffen in the towel.

Morgan wanted us to stay naked and we did. I offered to give her a massage, and she accepted, knowing full well that I had no real knowledge of how to do it.

Morgan smiled as I retrieved some body lotion from my mother's bathroom. She crawled back on the bed and lay face down. I admired her shapely ass and I wondered again if she would let me fuck her there. I wanted to save her ass for later so I told her to turn over on her back.

"Front first," I said as I rolled her over.

I started at her feet, kneading her toes and then working on the soles and heels of each foot.

Morgan's moans of satisfaction told me I was doing it correctly, or at least within the area she was accustomed too.

I added my thumbs when starting on her calves and noticed her slowing spreading her legs in anticipation of my reaching her pussy.

But that wasn't in my immediate plans and I skipped over her loins and moved right to her tits.

I got a favorable reaction on running my palms over her nipples, which she'd already told me were very sensitive. I paid attention to each breast, caressing one and then the other, Then using a series of circular motions I titillated each nipple until they both stood jutting out proudly, seeming to beg for more teasing.

I must have spent twenty minutes or more playing with her boobs. Morgan was panting and breathing faster and faster, but never told me to do anything, allowing me free rein over where and how I was touching her.

My cock was drooling precum, and I began to lightly smack her breasts with it. Morgan moaned continuously at this treatment and I continued it until she broke her verbal silence and begged me to: "suck my nipples."

I obliged her, licking, nipping and sucking on them until she begged me to stop.

That was my clue to move downward. Her hips rose up to meet my mouth as it approached her pussy. She emitted a long sigh the second I touched her outer labia.

I re-lubed my fingers with the lotion and attacked her clit, rolling it in my oily fingers until she came sobbing: "So good! So good! Soooo fuckin' good!"

"Time to do the other side," I told her as I rolled her onto her stomach.

"Ohmygod!" she rasped as I completed the turn. I started with her shoulders and worked my way down to her ass, thighs and legs. She was so relaxed I felt that she might fall asleep. I paid special attention to her ass and placed a well-oiled finger in her asshole after causing it to open by prying her cheeks apart with my thumbs.

The first finger I slipped into her ass was slick with the lotion and went in easily. I used one hand to massage her ass while the other hand fingered her hole.

There was no protest from Morgan, and so I added a second finger.

Once again there was no complaint from Morgan.

I pulled her up by her hips until I had that curvy ass in the air and she lay with her head to one side on the bed. She started to croon when I began to finger her cunt as well as her asshole.

"Nice?" I inquired softly.

"Mmmm, you have the touch, baby," she whispered.

I continued this for several minutes. I believe she had several small orgasms during this time. I thought she was ready to accept my dick in her ass, and withdrew my finger. There was a slight protest at its loss, but I assured her something better was coming, and she purred her thanks.

I made certain my cock was well lubed, then repositioned myself behind her and raised her ass a little higher and aligned with my jutting prick.

"Wha...?" She moaned as I placed the head of my cock against her asshole and rubbed it around the perimeter. There was a dreamy expression of her face. I assumed that Morgan was in another world at the moment.

With a quick movement of my hips, I sent my cock into her ass. Although Morgan had been loosened up by my fingers, my cock was stretching her to new dimensions. She shook her head no, but no words came out of her mouth. She was like a rag doll in my hands and I continued pushing my cock into her until it was buried in her ass. 

I had never attempted this before, but thought that Morgan was primed and ready for the full onslaught. I may have misjudged that approach, although there was no strenuous objection from her. 

With each subsequent thrust, Morgan grunted out a sound that bore a resemblance to one asking a question: "Huh?"

So while I ass-fucked her, all I heard beside the squishes my cock was making, was "Huh, huh, huh."

She told me later that she hadn't cum from the anal sex, and while I have no reason to doubt her, I suspect she may have, but lied because she didn't want me to repeat the act again. 

I gave Morgan one final thrust then stiffened and sent my seed into her asshole, continuing the fuck until my cock slipped out and then I remained behind her to watch as my cum ran out of her ass and down over the lips of her cunt.

We dozed off for a while, and on waking I decided to have her ass one last time. I grabbed Morgan by the hips and pulled her semi-lifeless body back up until she was on all fours. I pushed a thick finger into her asshole, testing her tightness, and then I added a second finger which caused Morgan to gasp. I worked the two fingers in and out of her ass stretching her as much as I could. I then placed my swollen erection back between her beautiful round ass cheeks and pushed into her asshole. 

Morgan tried to move away and ended up on the bed lying flat on her stomach. I followed her to the prone position and lay on top of her body with my tumescence between her ass cheeks and partly in her asshole. 

I began to hump her at a slow pace as I worked my way deeper. Morgan's screams and moans were louder than ever as her exciting anus accepted the rest of my lengthy cock. I lifted her back to the all fours position and reached around to feel her tits. Her nipples were rock hard as I twirled them in my fingers. I then moved one hand down to play with her pussy and Morgan went wild humping her hips faster and telling me that she was going to cum.

I placed my hands on her hips and watched my cock penetrate her curvy ass as she moved in time with me. 

"Tell me when you start to cum," I cooed in her ear.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me! Please fuck me!"

"I am fuckin' you, baby. Now tell me when!"

I gave her the best effort I could manage, and although I was tired I pounded her ass as hard as I could. Morgan squeezed her ass cheeks together as she came, screaming out that she was cumming, cumming, cumming.

I managed to time it so that I came with her and caressed her body everywhere I could as we came down from our respectful highs.

She showered again and cursed me before hopping into the shower, telling me that I had taken her anal cherry.

She stayed the night and we fucked again the following morning. Actually, Morgan woke me up with a delightful blowjob and I returned the favor, eating her to several delicious cums—her words, not mine.

We had breakfast and followed that with a long fuck in the bedroom. She left just before noon, telling me she had a date to play tennis with her girlfriends.

We failed to make any plans to meet later than afternoon or night, and I didn't get her cell number. But she had mine, and called the following afternoon, wanting a "rematch."

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Wednesday

That afternoon I found myself resting up by our pool when my cell phone buzzed. It was a call from Alice, who couldn't stop laughing at first, but calmed down enough to tell me to check my emails and then hung up on me.

I went inside and turned on my lap top and there was the email message she'd told me about. 

It was a nude pic of Alice seated at her kitchen table holding a cup of coffee. "I know you're a lot hotter than this old cup of coffee," she wrote. And added, "See next email! XXXXX"

(For Illustrated version of this chapter contact the author) 

I studied the picture, trying to determine if she'd photo shopped it. Finally I decided that she hadn't, but who had she gotten to take it? The next picture convinced me that someone else was taking the pics; it was taken from below the table with her legs spread and I found myself jerking off as I stared at it. Who was taking the pictures? I sent her an email asking that question, after telling her I'd found the pics, very, very satisfying. She'd know that they had aroused me, and that had to be her purpose in sending them.

I wasn't about to tell her about Morgan.

The reply to my email came in before I had a chance to see the remaining pics. I opened it first. I was of a girl I'd never seen before, thereby eliminating Lillian as my supposed culprit. She was sitting on the kitchen counter at Alice's house. So, who was this girl? 

I read further. Her name was Veronica, and she was Alice's cousin. Apparently she'd had no qualms about showing me her snatch. Furthermore, she was very fuckable from the picture I was looking at. It occurred to me that she and Alice must have gotten it on for them to be sending me material like this.

I quickly called up the remaining email from Alice.

It was of Alice seated at the table holding the cup, but had been taken by her cousin standing above her with the camera angled down at her tits. 

Her text to me read: "Didn'tcha wish you were kneeling at my feet right now? I bet you'd make me put the coffee down and fast too. She was giving me that come hither look she did when inviting me to eat her out. I found myself jerking off as I studied the pictures at length. It seemed that they were both coming to see me for the weekend.

I had some serious juggling to do with my social calendar, now that Alice was bringing her cousin with her. I assumed the cousin was driving, and that I'd be fucking her as well as Alice. But what was I to do with Morgan?

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I called Morgan later on that afternoon and invited her over for a swim in the pool around seven. She was only too happy to accept and declined my invitation to bring her girlfriends, saying, "I'd rather not share them with you, but I would if you insist."

I decided against shaving, preferring to leave rough stubble on my face to both irritate her skin and heighten her arousement when I brushed it against her sensuous body parts.

I happened to be near the driveway when she pulled in and parked. Gallantly, I opened the car door for her; her arousal was so pronounced that the scent of her sex permeated the air inside. When I candidly informed her that I could smell her excitement, she groaned aloud and squeezed her left breast.

She recovered quickly enough, and I assumed that she'd been masturbating while driving over.

"You really should keep your mind on your driving, Morgan, my love," I said bluntly.

"What do you mean? I'm a good driver."

"Not with one hand up your dress you're not," I countered. The red face that blossomed in front of me told me I'd been on target with regard to her flicking the bean. 

I went on to tell her: "Guys can usually tell when a girl's aroused. Haven't ever heard the term, 'petting the skunk?'"

"No, I haven't," she said huffily, and I knew that I'd embarrassed her and pissed her off at the same time.

"I think that expression evolved after some close dancing during which the lady creamed her pants and the guy worked a hand up under her skirt and found her all wet. When he sniffs his hand-then or later on-he discovers her odor on his hand and has trouble getting rid of it. Ergo, 'petting the skunk,' to which Morgan wrinkled her nose in disgust."

Before Morgan could reply to my gross comment, I asked if she had a bathing suit on under the dress.

"Yes, I thought that best," she replied, recovering her sense of self again as we ventured inside and walked through the house; past the bedroom where we'd fucked away the afternoon and night before, coming out to a stone arch that opened up to an Olympic sized pool whose crystal blue water shimmered in the sunlight.

Morgan remarked on the Cabana standing at one end of the pool along with several chaise lounges.

"It affords us privacy if we need it," I said, pulling two chaise lounges together.




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"Will we?" she inquired as she removed her dress and carefully draped it over the third lounge chair.

"I doubt it, but one never knows."

Morgan wore a yellow bikini with turquoise piping. It was very becoming. She beamed happily when I told her I found it very becoming on her.

Of course that left her with no excuse when I suggested I take her photo with and without the suit.

"I don't pose in the nude, Donald." She said flatly.

"Doesn't it depend on who is asking?"

"No it doesn't. No nude shot of me are getting on the internet."

"Who said anything about the Internet? I want it for my personal collection. After all, you'll be headed back to Atlanta one day, and I'll be left alone. I could really use something to perk my memories of you up, you know, when I..."

"Don't tell me you'll be jerking off looking at them!" she yelped.

"But that's exactly what I mean. Are you so cruel as to deny me that pleasure, after the way I've pleasured you? And may I remind you why you're here?"

"You've got some nerve, Donald," she said indignantly. But followed with, "Go on, snap your filthy pictures!"

Her mood changed as I picked up the camera and focused on her. With a little smirk on her face, Morgan reached up and pinched her nipples with the fingers of both hands.

"Lovely, Morgan," I called out, "Just lovely!"

"Is that a digital camera?" she inquired and when I told her it was, she asked to see the picture.

I showed it to her and she loved it. Saying, "I look like such a slut!"

"Would your girlfriends think that of you for taking that pic?" I asked.

"Probably not," she said, sitting down and then leaning back on the lounge chair.

"But if you take one in this pose I know damn well they will!"

The pose she took was a frontal view of her with legs spread while stretching the material of her bottoms so that it now looked like a thin G-string. Her cunt wasn't quite visible, but the sides of her labia were.

On examining that shot, she chuckled lewdly and told me her girlfriends wouldn't believe her capable of posing like that."

"Would they pose like that?" I asked, knowing the answer before she gave it.

"You know, I think they would. Yeah, both Christine and Frannie would show it all. I think Frannie already has, although I haven't seen any examples of it."

I nodded at this and leaned in to kiss her. I enjoyed kissing her; she was very talented in that regard. We kissed for quite a while, just kissing at first, no tongues, just kissing, although we varied the length of the kisses, with some much longer than others, and sometimes one of us would kiss the other's upper, or lower lip as the case might be. Soon we were both fully heated, but we continued kissing and only kissing for the sheer enjoyment of it.

Finally we succumbed to the inevitable and began swapping spit, and tongues.

To this I added a few gentle breast touches and she brushed against my erection a time or two. We knew where it was headed. We'd been there before and knew it was well worth the wait.

When I thought we were almost ready, I whispered into her ear, "Okay my slut, show me those tits."

Laughing lewdly, Morgan reached behind her and with that dexterity all females seem to have, untied the knot in her halter and tossed her top aside. 

I picked up the camera.

"Oh, no, Don, not that kind of pic!"

I ignored her, and after a slightly reluctant pose of her sitting up with her tits exposed, told her what I wanted next.

To my surprise there was no objection. Morgan appeared to have accepted this as a done deal. Either that or she'd gotten hot and wanted to get laid and saw this last pose as the last barrier between her and her orgasm. 

"Lose the bottoms," I said. Morgan gave me a weak smile and did, leaning back and revealing her pussy to my camera lens.

"Touch yourself," I said firmly.

"Really, Don. Touch myself?"

"Do it, Morgan."

She complied, raising her leg just enough to get a hand under it.

"Cut the shit, Morgan. Touch your pussy!"

Morgan touched her pussy with her other hand and held the pose until I'd taken several shots of her.

"Can we fuck now, or do you have some other perversion in mind?" she said nastily.

I had to laugh at that. She was telling me that she wanted me. Wanted me to be rude and crude, and I decided to be exactly what she craved.

"Stick a finger in that cunt, you cocksucking whore!"

Morgan gasped at my words, and then did as I'd told her, sending the finger into her pink slit.

I leaned in and rubbed my unshaved face against her right breast. The slight graze of my stubbled chin against her nipples turned her breath into a hiss. 

"Suck my nips, baby. Make them hurt," she pleaded, curving her back lower in the chaise lounge so I could readily reach the distended buds.

She was so aroused; the scent of her sex filled the room. 

The abundant wetness between her legs had begun to seep onto her thighs. Her womb ached for the thickness of a man to fill her silky sheath, causing her to ask in a dry voice: "Fuck me, Donnie. Please fuck meeee!"

I abandoned her nipples and stood hovering over her, the petals of her cunt were open and inviting and her slippery clit appeared to be throbbing in want.

I mimicked her plea: "Fuck me Donnie. Fuck meeee!"

She was ready and eager for whatever I wanted. 

Her impatient hands had already begun to pull at my trunks, fumbling with her urgent need to be plugged. I couldn't recall ever feeling so powerful. 

My trunks were down to my thighs when her hands found my erection, brought it to her mouth and began to worship it, pressing it against her cheek like a cherished thing; nuzzling its length with the tenderest of kisses; wrapping it in her softness and blowing a warm breath across the head. 

"Suck it, bitch!"

Morgan closed her warm mouth over me sending exquisite shivers through my belly. She knew how good she was. How powerless it made a man when she sucked in that certain way. The addictive lure of her mouth on a man¹s prick had never failed to get her what she wanted. And right now she wanted me. 

My breath hissed between my teeth as she fluttered her tongue across my knob. I loved watching her perfect hair falling forward, sweeping sensuously against my thighs and belly; her regal head bobbing over my prick. The red enamel of her manicured nails scraped lightly over my balls. 

She listened to the little sighs and moans that escaped from me and knew she was imagining the effect she was having. After all, men love getting their cock in a woman¹s mouth; it follows that a smart, talented woman can suck power and control away from the man right through his dick. 

Only I wasn't going to let it happen.

She was on top of me, pressing down on me. I wanted her bowed, exposed, and vulnerable. I pressed her naked body against the chaise lounge and fingered her sopping wetness with a possessive greed. 

She moaned and a thin trail of saliva ran out of the corner of her mouth. But her touch never left my erection. One velvet hand weighed my balls and the other shamelessly urged my prick up and down, exhorting my lust. 

She arched her back toward me. The succulent flesh of her tits swayed irresistibly in the sunlight compelling my mouth to seek her rampant nipples. She held them up for me and I sucked gluttonously. At that moment they were the most succulent nipples I'd ever gnawed at.

And she was sex personified to me; Morgan the horny cunt, writhing naked in the late afternoon sun begging for my cock. 

I wrested the slight avenue of control she may have gained away from her when my damp fingers began kneading the smooth flesh of her flanks. I raised her ass up onto the lounge chair, heard her begging me not to take her anally as she leaned back on her elbows letting her knees drift apart for me.

The thin strip of pubic hair above her genitals held my interest for a second or two, and I realized my scrutiny had embarrassed her to some extent.

"Whose slut are you?" I asked.

"I-I'm your slut, baby. Anything-even my ass-take it all!"

And with a brazenness not revealed before, she drew her knees up, pressing them to her chest. So the truth of the matter was that Morgan secretly loved the idea of my prying eyes sliding along her secret places.

I placed a light kiss on her clit, felt it throb; and heard her moan expectantly.

I kissed her belly and inhaled the sweet smell of an expensive perfume mixed with the heady musk of her sexual pheromones.

Her fingers snaked along my scalp, gripping my unruly hair. Her ankles crossed behind my shoulders, letting her most sensitive places slide against the stubble on my face.

She watched through narrowed eyes as I placed my mouth against her sex and licked along both labia and then shuddered as my tongue slithered into the furnace that was her opening. 

Bending forward, Morgan started sucking on my nipples, somehow managed to contort her body so that she could lick my belly while her hands cupped my balls. It was my turn to moan with pleasure. In return, I went at her pussy with a vengeance. Morgan responded with little shrieks and yelps as she rocked her pelvis against my face until my cheeks glistened with her juice.

Deciding on a change of pace, I forced myself to my feet and pressing my mouth to hers; forced her to taste her own juices. She tried to turn away, but I just laughed and held her face between my hands tonguing her mouth as I had her cunt.

Morgan didn't resist, but countered by grabbing hold of my rampant cock and raking it over her clit several times before stuffing it into her flooded snatch.

"It's in," she croaked, "now fuck me! Fuck your whoring slut!" she blurted breathlessly. 

That did it for me. Deep within my swollen balls I felt a volcanic rush; Morgan's flailing hips arched to meet my thrusts.

"Cum for me, baby! Cum in me, baby! Fill me with your cum!" she exhorted.

And I did. 

My body went rigid. Morgan thrashed about, grinding her pelvis into mine with total abandon as an unbelievable pleasure shot through me.

After, we held each other for a long time. Neither of us was in any hurry for anything more at the moment.

Finally she whispered in my ear, "Can anyone see us out here?"

I laughed at the question and said, "Now you ask?" And we almost fell off the lounge chair laughing.

My cock had softened and lolled lazily against my thigh. Morgan took it and gave it a squeeze, and when it jerked slightly in her hand she shrieked happily. "How much longer, baby? Your whore wants to get laid again."

"Suck me off, some," I said.

"You've got such nice big balls," she cooed, and then took my shriveled cockhead between her lips and sucked as I had asked her too.

"You like my balls, lick them too."

Morgan slid off the lounge and knelt at my feet. "Are you sure no one can see us?" 

"Positive, now do it, slut!"

.Perhaps a minute passed as she licked and sucked away on my balls. Then for no apparent reason she stopped and tilted her head. "Are you really sure? I thought I heard voices over there," she pointed at the fence surrounding the pool.

I shook her off of me and stood up, then walked over to the fence and listened.

Morgan joined me, covering her tits with one hand and her snatch with the other. We heard the voices coming closer, and listened as they laughed and hooted their way along the sandy strip on their way to the beach. I grabbed the top of the fencing and hoisted myself up. I saw four guys headed toward the ocean, carrying a cooler, probably filled with beer.

"Would you like to be gang-banged?" I asked.

"Are you fuckin' serious?"

"You've called yourself a whore already. I'm only asking out of politeness. I can yell out to them. I'm sure they'd be delighted to in here and fuck you silly. What do they call it when a bunch of guys cum all over the girl?" I answered my own question: Bukkake Party right?"

The sun was setting as the four young guys were scavenging for driftwood to make a fire. They were already sucking on beers as they searched for wood. 

I was staring back at Morgan; all the boldness was gone from her demeanor. The cockiness had given way to an imploring look. 

"You mean it, don't you?"

"Yes, I mean it. But what do you say, yes, or no?"

"I-I don't know!" Morgan said softly. 

I could see her mind working. She's admitted to being a whorish slut. I had put her in a corner; did she really want to fuck those guys?

I saw her shudder. She licked her lips. Her nipples were already jutting out, ready to be plucked and twisted. Her mound seemed more pronounced as the shimmering sunlight as it began to fade. She wanted a sport fuck. She just didn't realize it yet.

I took her hand and led her through the gate and away from the protection of the fencing surrounding the pool. We were both naked, but I could have cared less. Ten steps from the fencing we entered the high grass prevalent along the Hilton Head beaches.

"Donald!" she said quietly pulling on my hand. "You're kidding, right?"

"Wrong, I'm serious. I want to see you get it on with the guys. We can come back poolside. You can let them have you on the lounge chairs, or even in and out of the water. It'll be fun for all."

"Hey guys, what's happening?" I called out.

All four turned to see who had called out. One dropped his driftwood to the sand. One's jaw dropped. And two started walking toward us, with broad smiles on their face.

"Donald!" she said shrilly. "Please don't!"

But I already had, hadn't I?

Within a moment, all four had sprinted up to us.

Morgan squeezed herself close to me, trying to hide her nudity in mine. Her hands covered her face and pressed tightly to my chest. 

Mortified, Morgan groaned, "They're looking at me, Donald!" 

True enough. Their eyes, like lasers, mapped her body, memorizing it for future masturbatory dreaming; scanning her curves, probing her crevices. 

Oh, Morgan felt their eyes all right. In fact, I really believe those very eyes were sending thunderbolts of pleasurable sensations through her quivering belly just then. 

They came closer and studied her; drinking in her nakedness. Laughing like young guys do bemused and bewildered by their good fortune.

Chortling softly, I stepped away from her, leaving her alone and naked before the four young men. 

"What have we here? What have we here? The one with a shaven head repeated nonsensically. 

Another held out his half-finished bottle and offered her beer. Nice ass. Very nice ass! Say, turn around honey. Let¹s see it all," the short one chimed in.

"Yeah... So what's your name, cutie?" The tallest one inquired.

"You walk this way often?" The shortest one laughed sarcastically. "Nude I mean."

The fourth one, wearing a fedora as a trademark, asked good- naturedly, "What¹s your name cutie?

"Her name is Morgan," I told them and took another step back and another until there was a distance of some fifteen feet between us.

.

The short one using a falsetto voice chirped, "Oh, Morgan baby, turn around, lemmie see those tits."

"Yeah," the Fedora added, "We wanna get to know you better."

Laughing lewdly, the short one, still falsetto, sang, "A lot-a lot - a lot better, babeeee!" 

That got snickers from the rest. 

"She told me she's a whorish slut," I explained. Thing is, she's worried that you'll brag about anything that happens here." 

"Oh we won¹t tell anyone. Morgan. Will you fuck us? All of us?"

The air was pregnant with their burgeoning sexual energy. Morgan realized they weren't going to go away; her knees sagged, but she didn't sink to the ground. 

I could tell that she thought she was dreaming-a fantasy, that's what it was-a fantasy.

She'd wake up and they'd be gone. Then the realization set in. They were real. They wanted her.

Morgan grinned nervously into her hands at their outrageous remarks. A shudder passed through her. She¹d never been in a situation like this; standing nude in front of four strange men. But she¹d dreamed of it. All those wet dreams; and she was wet now. A tingling heat radiated through her belly and breasts.

With her hands covering her breasts, she turned and faced away from them. Two seconds later she slowly lowered the hands to her sides and turned to face them and like a goddess gleaning worship from an inner circle of disciples, she offered them an unobstructed view of her beauty. 

For a moment they were quiet, drinking in the flawlessness of her figure, watching her smile and performing slow pirouettes for them. Hands held high above her head she thrust out her breasts. 

The nipples, darker in the dusky light than earlier at the pool, stood firm and high on tremulous globes. Slowly, she drew her hands down to cradle their fullness. Ever watchful, she peered into the lustful masks that cloaked their faces. Her fingers led their eyes on a tantalizing trip down from her breasts and onto her belly. The narrow black line of luxuriant growth peeked out from between her fingers. On tip toes, she curved her hips outward in a gesture of offering that brought their murmurs of approval. 

The silence broken, Morgan was swept into their midst. Strong hands lifted and carried her back to the pool area and laid her down on a picnic table. They touched her everywhere, paying homage to her beauty with hands and lips and tongues. 

A delirium of pure pleasure infused her captured flesh. Forays of penetrating fingers found her openings; teased the turgid buds of her nipples and clitoris until the slightest touch sent the shrieks of her delight bounding into the night air. Her hips pumped continuously as she sought their every intimacy. 

Each time she came, her orgasm brought grunts of approval from her toiling young lovers. And each time a hard body arched and gasped in gratification another took his place between her legs, between her lips, or between her buttocks. 

Later, she squatted in the shallow end of the pool washing their residue from her thighs and belly. The cold water cleansed and refreshed her. She rinsed her mouth from her cupped hands and breathed deeply in the cool night air.

Back on the beach, the young men stretched out on the sand drinking beer and chatting quietly among themselves. I sat at the side of the pool, enjoying a cool drink. I was watching Morgan washing their semen off her body. 

Elegant, feminine, and beautiful, she looked like Aphrodite crouched in the gentle waters of the pool. The breasts that I had coveted on first seeing her rolled naked and free for the looking. The fount of her passion winked at the base of her ivory belly. She made no move to hide its cleft from whoever might look there. She glanced back toward me and smiled contentedly. 

It took me several hours of careful thought before I figured out how I knew that she really was a whorish slut. 

I saw her home and told her I didn't want to see her again, playing the bastard to her whore.

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Emails between Don and Alice

Late that night I sent Alice a picture of myself semi-hard. I got an almost immediate response from her, telling me that Veronica had cum on seeing the pic and couldn't wait to try it out ASAP. That caused me send a reply telling Alice I wanted her to pull her panties down around her knees and finger herself.

The reply went as follows: Okay, doing it; but what about Ronnie?

Me: Take your finger and put it in Ronnie's mouth.

Alice: Mmmm, she slurped it clean. Now what?

Me: Pinch each other's nipples.

Alice: (A full three minutes later) OMG! That was FUN!!

Me: Have Ronnie spread you open and inspect your pussy. Make sure she watches your face while she does it.

Ten minutes later Alice called me on my cell. "I gotta tell you! I just did the most perverted thing!"




Sensualist Ch. 11



"What was it?"

"Ronnie and me were talking about you and your, um, penis and all, and she suggested something. Wanna hear about it?"

"Of course, go on tell me."

"I-I mean we- micro-waved a tube of aloe vera gel to make it warm. We put it in a glass of hot water to keep it warm. Then Ronnie had me get on my hands and knees and spread my cheeks...I was imagining her hands were yours, you know?

"Anyway, Ronnie was helping by stroking my pussy while I kept my cheeks spread."

"What happened next, baby? This is starting to get hot," I said.

"It wasn't long before Ronnie had me on the edge, you know? She made sure I was this close to cumming and then grabbed the tube of warm gel and squirted it against my asshole. I pretended it was you. It ran down over my pussy. I had one hand rubbing the gel on my asshole while the other worked my clit. Jesus did my hands and fingers get slick from my juices but what I was pretending was your cum and I had this terrific orgasm."

"Wow!" I managed as I jerked feverishly on my dick.

"And you know what?"

"What?" I gasped as the first rope exploded from my jetting dick.

"I pushed a finger into my ass just before I came."

There was a brief silence and then Ronnie started talking to me. 

"Hi Donnie."

"Hello Ronnie."

"Wanna hear about a dream I had last night?"

"Okay, is it sexy?"

"Sure it is. I have these fantasies about showing myself. In one I am dancing naked, like in a strip bar. The men watching are kind of course and rough. I'm embarrassed, but for some reason I dance anyway, and then I strip. I have to let them see me naked. I have to spread my legs for them. I have to spread my pussy for them. They can see that I am wet."

"Boing!" I say then laugh.

On the other end of the line I hear both girls laughing. And then Ronnie asks: "Would you make me do that if we got together? Make me show myself to you?"

"Yes," I reply playing along with her.

"Good. In another," Ronnie continues, "...I'm called into a room where a man sits. I don't want to be there, but I am. I think maybe he has some kind of undefined power over me, you know?"

"Yeah," I answer and see myself getting hard again.

"So I strip. I spread my legs for him. I bend over and show him my ass. He never says a word but I continue to try to show him every part of me. Sometimes I end up on my knees sucking him. Sometimes he watches me masturbate. I cannot believe I'm telling you this."

"I'm enjoying it Ronnie. I came from Alice's story and I'm getting hard as a rock listening to you. Who knows, maybe I'll cum again from this little story."

"I hope so. I like the idea of making you cum."

"You'll see it firsthand this coming Friday, Ronnie. And that's a promise I intend to keep."

"OHHHH baby! I like making you hot!"

"Good, your story is kinda kinky, you know?"

"Oh... like BDSM?"

"I'm shocked. The innocent cousin knows about BDSM."

"Ha Ha! A girl can imagine things without doing them," she said defensively.

"Does that mean you want me to tie you up and spank you?"

"You certainly spanked Alice," she said knowingly.

"Alice told you, huh?"

"Confided is more like it," Ronnie shot back.

"Oh? I'm blushing."

"Somehow I can't imagine you blushing. Well, maybe I can. So, have you enjoyed BDSM? Does that mean you want to tie me up and spank me?"

"Yes, I have enjoyed it so far, and whether I would enjoy it with you depends entirely on you and Alice."

There was a long pause on the line. I wasn't worried if I'd offended her. But, I was very interested in her answer.

Finally, Ronnie responded: "Yes. I think I would."

There was another pause, until Ronnie added: "Now, who's speechless?"

I laughed and told her: "It seems all the blood left my brain for other parts."

Laughing I heard her tell Alice what I'd said and her subsequent laughter as well.

"So tell me you naughty boy... have you tried BDSM with other girls?"

"No I have not. Alice is the only girl I know. But now I'm getting to know you so there's that."

There was another short pause before Ronnie answered.

"I want you to make me do things when we get together."

I was shocked, but managed to say: "Oh? What kind of things?"

"I'd want you to make me show myself to you... and to Alice."

"Um, Ronnie, this is turning me on."

"I hope so. That's my intention."

"I'd want you to blow me."

"It's on our agenda... that is Alice's and mine."

"I want you to swallow it when I cum, Ronnie."

"Yes. I will swallow it for you."

"And Ronnie?"

"Yes?"

"I would make you tongue my ass."

"Yes. Yes. Oh, God. Donnie... I-I-I'm cumming!"

"Hello, Donnie?" Alice said, having taken over the phone from Ronnie.

"Yeah, Hi Alice."

"That was really intense!"

"What?"

"Ronnie... she came really hard. She's still shaking from it. You do have a way, Donnie."

"You think? Well I wish I was fucking you right this minute, baby."

"Ohhh, you're gonna make me cum too, baby!"

"Good. Cum for me. I wish I could taste you. I wish I could have my tongue in you while you cum. I wish I was fingering your ass and your pussy while you cum."

Alice didn't say anything, but I could hear her breathing heavily, and then there was a grunting sound.

"Alice? Hello, Alice?"

"Ohhhh, baby!"

"Hello, Alice?"

"Yes baby. You really turned me on... for a minute there..."

"What? What happened?"

"I-I was looking at the picture of your cock and salivating over it. Would you believe that I started to lick it? And-and Ronnie saw me and joined in... only she licked your balls."

"Did you cum?"

"Yes, maybe a couple times. Just listening to your voice can make me cum, Donnie."

"Wow, I had no idea."

"Mmm, right this second I'm pressing the pic of your cock against my face. I want to bury my face in the hair at the juncture of your leg and smell you. Then, in my fantasy I want you to straddle my face... Oh; shit... I'm so turned on..."

"Hello?" 

Ronnie answered me. "We're hanging up now. Alice needs some real lovin'; I'll take care of that for now. Just you be up for the two of us, come Friday, Donnie.

"Whoa, you know I'm gonna do some things to that big dick you have swinging between those legs of yours. That's a serious promise, my man."

And she disconnected the line.

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Nothing much happened until Alice and Veronica arrived Friday afternoon. I didn't call Morgan, and she didn't call me. I later learned that Morgan and her girlfriends left Hilton Head Thursday morning. I managed to get some serious swimming in, both in my pool and at the Marriot Hotel pool, as I happened to have worked there the previous summer and was welcomed back with guest privileges by the manager.

I also played tennis doubles with some family friends so there was that way of working off my excess energy until my own guests arrived. 

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Friday Afternoon 

The girls arrived in time for lunch. Veronica resembled Alice quite a bit, though she was shorter and younger-looking. Her dirty blonde hair was not as long as Alice's, and her tits, though entirely delicious, were at best a size smaller than Alice's. She also had a fairly large nose that would probably require surgery to reduce its size a couple years hence. Otherwise she was attractive enough to turn heads when she walked down the street. 

Alice was Alice; dressed similarly to Veronica in cutoffs and form fitting T's. It appeared that she was wearing her cousin's clothes, for I had never seen her wearing anything close to what she was wearing when she stepped out of the car.

"Baby!" she squealed a second before jumping into my arms and wrapping her legs around me. "I've missed you so!" She shrieked before kissing me hard and then releasing me as she let her feet touch the ground again. 

"Ronnie, this is..."

"I know-I know! Hi Donnie, did you know Alice wants to have your baby?"

Her off-handed comment floored me, but I managed to maintain my cool, saying: "Yeah, yeah, so what else is new?"

The color had drained from Alice's face, but she also managed to hide her shock at her cousin's comment. Smiling eagerly, Ronnie took my hand, and still chattering away, said, "You've got a really nice place. You know, Alice has told me so much about you." 

Her eyes were riveted to my groin. 

"She doesn't believe its real, Donnie. I told her it was, but..." 

"Seeing is believing," Ronnie chirped. "So?" 

"So, you expect me to pull it out so you can inspect it?"

"Yeah, something like that," Ronnie said expectantly. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore her comment.

I look back on that particular moment in my life and recall how something the Marquis de Sade wrote resonated with me. Paraphrased it went: When a woman's abandoned her moral center and cast aside her facade of propriety and lady-like demeanor; when this fragile thing has been so corrupted as to be nothing more than a wanton whore for my enjoyment and pleasure, taking everything I dish out to her-that's when she is most precious to me. 

The remainder of that weekend would set that belief in motion. Of course it would be some time before I put it all together, but that weekend was where it began.

Needless to say, I found myself extremely fond of Ronnie.

Alice made no bones about the fact that she didn't have her parents' permission to be here. "We just got in the car and came," she said blithely.

"I've done it before," Ronnie chipped in. "My folks didn't do shit about it other than scream that I was grounded forever. But that didn't last more than a day or two. And I've done it a couple times."

"Any luggage?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"Um, no," Alice replied, "We, um, just got in the car and took off."

"So you've got the clothes on your back and nothing else?"

"Oh, there's our makeup and stuff, but no clothes. My Mom might have gotten suspicious if she saw us packing stuff," Alice said.

"Well, we're planning on doing a lot of fuckin' baby," Ronnie answered. Her eyes were aglow with lust. "So clothing is like an option for emergency purposes only."

"Do you believe it?" Alice crowed as if they'd just busted out of prison.

I ushered them into my families summer home and soon realized that neither one had offered a comment on its size and/or beauty.

After being with Virginia and Morgan, both older, more worldly women, I realized that Ronnie and Alice were basically, high school girls, albeit graduated, but still adhering to the simplistic world views of those consumed with the moment and little else. 

I tried again. "You didn't think to bring any clothing?"

"No," Alice replied, giving me a look that was supposed to end further questions on the subject.

"Bathing suits?"

A stunned look crossed Alice's face and she turned to her cousin."

"Me neither," Ronnie said as a dumb look crossed her face.

"So all you two had on your minds was getting laid," I said sounding more judgmental than I'd intended.

Both girls' eyes were downcast and I took pity on them, and said, "Well, we'll have to go shopping then, won't we?"

They began hopping up and down much like a crowd at a rock festival might, non-stop until I held up my hands. "All right, let's get something straight. I'm not made of money. Pick out two bikinis' each, and let's say... a couple tops and a pair of shorts each."

"What about undies?" Ronnie asked.

"Are you wearing any now?"

"Yes, but..."

"Rinse them out; let them dry overnight, or in the afternoon sun. Go without while you're here. Just remember to wear them home."

Ronnie walked up to me, a glint of nervousness in her eyes. I put one hand on her shoulder and brushed the other one through her hair. She bent her head back, waiting for me to kiss her. 

I did, slowly, and she leaned against me. I felt the sharp points of her breasts pressing against my chest. Her arms went around my neck, and I reached up to fondle her tits. They were firm and springy; and like Alice's held their shape no matter how much I played with them. 

She began to giggle when I tweaked her nipples, twisting them between thumb and forefinger, but let me do it.

I looked up to see Alice on the couch, watching us. Ronnie turned around to grin at her then dropped to her knees in front of me. I saw Alice smiling at me before she stuck out her tongue and wiggled it at me as her cousin extracted my cock from the soccer shorts I was wearing.

I glanced down just as Ronnie kissed the head of my dick and purred happily. "It really is big. It's the biggest I've ever seen," she gushed then enveloped the entire head in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it.

Looking at Alice, I inquired, ""Does she swallow?" 

"I don't know," Alice answered.

"Mumph, bah!" Ronnie mumbled then removed my appendage to speak clearly. "Fuck yeah, I do!" 

Only to reengage and bob furiously on it, until roughly half of my nine inches was thrusting down her throat. I let her go on with her blowjob for another minute, and then took hold of her hair and not too gently, pried her off my cock. 

Ronnie didn't protest, but went to the couch and sat next to her cousin to see what I would do next.

The next step was relatively easy. I moved to the couch and fell upon Alice, kissing her deeply. She pressed her hard teenage body against me. A moment later, I had one breast in hand, bringing its nipple to my mouth. 

Alice screeched with laughter. "Oh, Oh, yeah, baby! That's it!"

She was saturated between her legs, and squirmed when I circled her clit. She was hotter than I thought and was coming within a minute. Unlike our previous encounters, she didn't make much noise-she just squeezed my hands and shivered as she came. Only at the end, when the intensity of it forced her to push me away, did she let out a tiny squeak. 

Normally I would have fucked her then, giving her a chance at multiple orgasms. But the chance remark about her wanting my baby caused me to stop and leave the room to find my box of condoms.

When I returned to the living room I saw Ronnie caressing Alice's face and smiling at me. 

Alice reached for me, pulling me back up on top of her. She kissed me, spreading her legs as I maneuvered into position. As wet as she was, I slipped between her labia easily; she moaned, arching her back, as I moved into her. She was as tight as she'd been the first time I'd nailed her, only this time she seemed to have mastered a trick or two, using her vaginal muscles as a hot, fleshy fist around my cock while writhing catlike against me.

At Ronnie's direction, she pulled up her legs to my side, allowing me to bottom out and press against her cervix. She whimpered and dug her nails into my back. Ronnie giggled. "She's really good, ain't she?"

I nodded, and began to move slowly within her. Alice matched my movements, rolling her hips with each of my thrusts. I lifted up from her chest, regarding her luscious body. Her tits stuck straight up at me, and I couldn't resist bending down to suck on them as I fucked her.

"Does that feel good?'

"Not so hard, Okay? Yeah, like that. Yeah, like that!"

Listening to Alice's request I eased off but found that I was able to grind down on her clit and had her cumming again in short order. Again, she made scarcely a sound, only quaking and shivering under me and squeezing my cock tightly with her suddenly talented cunt.

I withdrew and had Ronnie switch places with Alice; then rolled Ronnie on her stomach, and stabbed into the hot flesh between her buttocks from behind. She moaned into a pillow, butting herself eagerly back at me. I reached under her to grip her tits with one hand and her wet blonde twat with the other. 

"Not holding them too hard, am I?"

"No, no I kinda like it rough, Donnie."

I roughed up her tits for a while, and then fit my fingers around her nether lips and clit, rubbing them briskly as I thrust into her. Ronnie was sobbing happily as she came shuddering with her first orgasm within a short two minute span.

Not having cum myself, I asked her if she'd prefer another position. Ronnie said she felt more comfortable on her back and we tried it her way, two strokes into our fuck she tried to bite my ear. I slapped her away none too gently and she went into a fucking frenzy, humping back at me twice for every stroke I unleashed into her.

Even with all the effort this took, she managed to croak loudly, "Cum in me now, you can cum in me now, baby!"

Did she want my baby as well as Alice? Had she lost sight of the fact that I was wearing a condom? 

Then it occurred to me that I might have lost the condom in the fury of her fucking, and I stopped to find out. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, it was still firmly in place. I renewed the fuck, causing Ronnie to whimper and clutch at me. 

A glance at Alice found her with a hand between her legs, masturbating as she watched her cousin and me getting it on.

Then with Ronnie holding tightly to my shoulders and her legs wrapped around my hips, I threw myself into high gear and pummeled her as my balls began to boil. Ronnie groaned and started to cum the moment my ejaculate scalded the insides of the rubber I wore and by its very presence, the inner walls of Ronnie's cunt.

I rolled off her and tried to catch my breath. Alice was grinning at us.

"That was pretty hot," she said, her hand was still between her legs.

After catching my breath I decided to test the girl's willingness to participate in as many depraved things that I could come up with. I began by peeling off the condom and, holding the back of Ronnie's neck with one hand brought the condom to her mouth.

"You said you swallow, Ronnie."

"Yeah, but..."

"So swallow!"

"I meant when I blow you, Donnie. I didn't..."

"Pretty much the same thing; swallow!"

She gave Alice a beseeching look, but did not try to convince me otherwise, and then opened her mouth and accepted the sperm as it slowly poured from the condom to her waiting tongue.

After watching her swallow the contents of the rubber, I turned to Alice and said, the next load is all yours, baby."

Whether she knew it or not, Alice nodded her acceptance and I had her clean the remaining cum from my dick. 

After giving them both sodas's to quench their thirst, we set off to do the requisite shopping.

There's no need to go into detail about the silly goings on while shopping. 

Ronnie did insist on flashing her boobs several times while trying on bikini tops. For the most part I tried to ignore her and flirted with the salesgirl who seemed to enjoy the fact that I was paying for their purchases. 

I did ask the salesgirl if she worked there on a daily basis, and was told that she did, except for Sunday and Monday. That news told me that we wouldn't be hooking up as I had to be home Monday evening, and would have Alice and Ronnie with me through Sunday.

Still and all, it was promising to meet a stranger and have such a positive reaction. 

What's more, Alice took note of our interplay and tried to demonstrate her possessiveness toward me to the salesgirl, who ignored her and played to me. It pissed Alice off, but I loved it, and left the girl a ten dollar tip-for her help in making the selections.

Back at the house, I made us all rum and cokes. Alice was mollified when I had her sit on my lap and kissed her a few times. By the second drink, my hand was under her T-shirt, fondling a breast.

Ronnie was already squirming in her chair watching us. They were anxious to fuck again.

"This is gonna be a great weekend!" Ronnie chirped and surreptitiously rubbed a hand over her pubis thinking I wouldn't notice, or maybe not caring if I did.

We were only sipping, but neither girl was used to hard liquor and with the third rum and cock we were all pleasantly drunk. 




Sensualist Ch. 11



"Here's to us!" I toasted.

"To us!" Alice crowed and kissed me. When it ended, Ronnie was next to me waiting, and I kissed her. She was a good kisser, and used her tongue nicely enough that I deliberately held the kiss much longer than necessary.

"Oh, wow!" she sighed when I ended it. "He's a keeper, Alice!"

"I know," Alice answered, looking hungrily at me. I kissed Alice and raised her T-shirt up over her breasts, and then played with her nipples in front of Ronnie.

Ronnie raised her glass and toasted us: "To sex that gets better and better!"

"Put the glass down," I said laughing. She did and I pulled her on top of Alice and me. We were all laughing as we tumbled to the floor.

"More room here!" I yelled to even more laughter.

We started kissing each other, and yes, Ronnie kissed Alice and vice versa as well as me. During one such activity, I went for Ronnie's tits and there was no objection; and so while they swapped saliva, I nipped at Ronnie's breasts and occasionally squeezed each of Alice's in sort of a sexual quid pro quo. It left everyone happy.

"Now both of you get those clothes off! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" They did and faster than I thought possible.

They scampered about, Ronnie hopping on one foot as she tried to shake her shorts off. Alice had a slight problem with her thong, almost falling head first into the glass coffee table before regaining her balance.

Totally nude, Ronnie called out, "What and where?"

"The couch. Need any help, Alice?"

"No, thanks, I got it," and flinging her thong across the room, ran over to the couch and stood there waiting with her cousin.

Ronnie's hand lost no time in finding and rubbing my erection. "Take it out for him," Alice chirped as one of our torrid kisses ended. Ronnie did just that, allowing my cock to spring forth from my shorts then stared at it with undisguised admiration.

"I can't believe how fuckin' big it is." She said almost awed by its size.

"What about in fuck films? I inquired, interested in how experienced she might be.

"No... not even there. Can I..." her eyes were brighter than usual. "... Suck it some more?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, why don't both of you have at it?" Alice looked at her cousin and smiled then leaned into my crotch and seized my thick prick in one hand and brought it to her lips and kissed the tip. She offered it to Ronnie, who parted her lips and slowly sank down enveloping about half my length before stopping. 

I found myself reveling in the style with which Ronnie's tongue swirled round and round my shaft. Then as if by prearranged signal, she slowly backed up, using that talented tongue to bathe the underside of my cockhead one last time before relinquishing me to Alice.

I noted that Ronnie was caressing Alice's backside even as Alice wormed her way between my thighs and accepted my cock from Ronnie.

Alice began by kissing the tip just as her cousin had, and then she opened her mouth wide and tried to emulate the path Ronnie had taken, but came up short-before gagging.

"That's okay, sweetie," I said. "Just suck it the way you usually do."

"Okay, baby," she replied and cupped my balls, giggling when it made me twitch, and lost herself in trying to finish me off.

Not wanting to cum too soon, I eased myself from Alice's mouth and beckoned Ronnie back. She quickly slithered over to us and I lightly slapped her across the face with my erection.

"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" she cooed and anything else she may have had to say was muffled by my cock filling her mouth. 

"Try licking my balls, Alice.

And when she did, I eased her shorts off, wet a finger and sank it into her ass.

"OH, YOU!" she yelped.

"What?" Ronnie asked, after taking me from her mouth.

"He-he slipped a finger into my heinie!"

"I bet he slips more than that in there before we're finished," Ronnie cackled lewdly and went back to sucking my cock.

"Time to switch, girls," I called out.

Alice made straight for my twitching cock, but I stopped her. "No, I meant you and Ronnie. 

I stood there watching them as I removed the rest of my clothing. When we were all naked, I said "sit down Alice."

She sat leaning back, her legs dangling over the side, her thighs spread, exposing her cunt to me, and if Ronnie turned her way, to her as well.

Ronnie remained standing, waiting for my next command while I joined Alice, sitting on the couch, and told Ronnie to turn around and kneel in front of us.

I planted a trail of kisses up Alice's creamy thighs, hesitating for just a second before touching my lips to her puffy lips. Alice took a sharp breath when she felt my tongue probing her squishy entrance before working up to greet her little button.

Both girls moaned the second I flicked Alice's clit.

"Watch me, Ronnie," I said, and proceeded to tease Alice by making circles around her love button while slipping two fingers into her snatch, seeking her g-spot. I felt her clit throbbing under my tongue, and Alice's hands ruffled my hair as her breathing grew heavier, and her chest began to heave.

"Play with her tits, Ronnie!"

Ronnie pounced on them, twisting one nipple while biting and chewing on the other.

Alice moaned and began to thrash about.

"Are you going to cum, baby?"

"Mmmm, soon...yeah, soon!" Alice whispered from far away. She had one hand in my hair and the other was rubbing Ronnie's head as her cousin savaged her tits.

Giving Alice's cunt one last suck, I turned my face away and told Ronnie to finish the job.

There was no questioning my order. Ronnie fell upon her cousin's cunt with a fury-while I caressed Alice's tummy, and felt her tense as her climax neared.

My other hand was between Ronnie's legs, fingering her swampy cunt and bringing her close to cumming, much faster than I'd thought it would take.

Alice began letting out a string of soft moans:"...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." I tugged at Ronnie's shoulder, pulling her away from Alice's cunt. Ronnie looked at me with a disappointed expression.

"Get on top of her, Ronnie. It's time for sixty-nine."

She nodded knowingly and mounted her cousin, jamming her face back against Alice's cunt, and resumed her oral onslaught. For her part, Alice grasped Ronnie's asscheeks with both hands and pulled her snatch down to her eager mouth.

I knelt in front of them, watching and learning, for one can always learn something new or different from observing women pleasuring one another. Secret places come to light as they bestow soft caresses on one another, that when applied to a woman by a man, lights a fire in the woman that most men never get to see.

Alice was getting closer; her moans and cries of pleasure were muffled somewhat by the fact that her mouth was pressed so tightly against Ronnie's mound that a near perfect seal was constructed between them.

.

I wet my finger again and sent it into Ronnie's upraised ass, drawing a long pleasurable groan from her. That told me that Ronnie was probably amiable to taking it up the ass. 

Then I began a slow systematic slapping on her ass, turning both cheeks pink then red.

When I heard Ronnie moan as I slapped her for the third time I knew I would be able to try something with them that I had to this point, only hoped for.

Grabbing Ronnie by the hair at the back of her head, I yanked her away from Alice's pussy and leaned in to suck on her luscious neck. Of course that left a remarkably sized hickey, but she never complained about it, except to ask me repeatedly to do it again. By Sunday morning she had four red marks that covered most of her neck and Alice two.

Suddenly the background was filled with a slapping sound and I turned to find Alice spanking her cousin, and Ronnie accepting the strokes with little if any resentment. 

In fact, she was raising her rump to meet the blows.

Regardless of how delighted I was to see Alice spanking her cousin, I had to demonstrate that I was in charge and not her. And so I shoved her away and then roughly forced her on her back and went for her nipple. If it had been erect before being roughed up and chewed before, it grew even longer as I worried it. The rippled edges of her areola felt lovely under my tongue and Alice was moaning continuously I heard her moan as I sucked hard, harder, and then finally I bit down on her nipple, her body jerked at the sudden pain. 

I released the nipple, but felt her body convulse several more times and discovered that Ronnie was now attacking the other nipple almost the same way I had.

I let my cock tap Alice's open mouth. When she realized what was happening she reached out to bring it closer. She took hold of it and brought it to her mouth and closed over it, sucking hard, although it seemed an awkward angle for her. I needed to cum and started pumping in and out of her mouth while Alice made a series of "Gluck-gluck" sounds as she attempted to adapt herself to accommodate my formidable size.

Ronnie noted what was happening and abandoned the nipple she had been tormenting to laugh gleefully, and then jammed her tongue into Alice's cunt.

Alice choked on my appendage and came hard.

Once my cock was safely out of her mouth I brought it over to Ronnie's wet folds for a moment and began slapping her labia and clit in order. Ronnie gasped then moaned happily momentarily abandoning her cousin's twat.

"Get back on her!" I snarled, and when she did, I rewarded her by plunging my cock into her saturated snatch.

Ronnie started bucking in response from the start.

Alice screeched that she was going to cum.

The way we were currently positioned had Alice on her back, with Ronnie's face buried in her snatch and me fucking Ronnie doggy-style.

I fucked her brutally hard and fast for a few minutes while I watched her eat her cousin. Alice moaned happily while watching me fuck Ronnie and occasionally praised Ronnie for doing her so well.

Alice came first, groaning and clutching at her cousin's head.

I was next, but my climax was nothing compared to Ronnie's, who sprayed everyone with the geyser of fluid she expelled when cumming. My cock and thighs were completely splattered with it. Alice's breasts were slick with her cousin's ejaculate, and of course, Ronnie herself was soaked with it.

Alice was quick to cover her cousin's cunt with her mouth and swallowed some of the last of the gusher, quelling the fire, so to speak.

I thought Ronnie might pass out from the intensity of her climax, but she soon showed signs of entering the cycle of a second climax as Alice performed cunnilingus on her with remarkable techniques that I would emulate with other women at other times.

She had her mouth all but glued to Ronnie's twat; her thumb rubbed furiously at her clit and she had reached around her cousin and sent not one, but two fingers into her rectum.

It was no wonder that Ronnie came again and again, and might have climaxed even more had she not passed out from the sheer pleasure of it all.

Now I had fucked Ronnie hard; and Alice had fingered and eaten her to several cums, so when I took a close look at Ronnie's cunt I saw that her lips were swollen to roughly twice their original size; the entrance to her cunt gaped, and her juices were still oozing out of her, albeit less than earlier. 

I glanced over at Alice and said, "You think?"

"Sure, what could it hurt?" she replied , and so I went down on Ronnie again, sucking hard on her nubbin of a clit while jamming three fingers into her cunt and rubbing her G-spot until the semi-conscious girl began another orgasm.

Alice played with my dick until it came back to life, and then mounted me and rode me hard until she came again. By that time, Ronnie was back among the living and sucked me off until I trickled what little semen I had left in me down her throat.

We showered-separately, and I took them out to dinner.

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Later that night, following a dinner of lobster tails and wine, including a bottle or two of champagne, we returned to the house eager for another round of wild fucking.

Only after a rather quick fuck with Alice, and another, somewhat longer bout with Ronnie, I was through for the night-until it occurred to me that I still had use of my hands.

I told them what I planned to do if they were agreeable.

They certainly were; and so I had both Alice and Ronnie lay down on my bed with their legs hanging of the side of the bed. 

I'll be short and succinct about what happened next.

Both girls' were lubed up thoroughly-cunts and asses.

Both laughed and giggled throughout this procedure. The only complaint, if one can call it that, was that all that lubricant would make eating pussy somewhat distasteful.

"You can use a towel to wipe yourselves down at that time," I told them, and that satisfied the two of them.

Then I set to work. Both girls had readily taken three of my fingers, and now I attempted inserting a fourth in each of their twats.

Ronnie handled four so easily I couldn't wait to try fisting her. Alice wasn't quite so easy, and lacking the correct amount of expertise in this exercise, I called upon Ronnie to grease up her hand and try-pardon the pun-her hand at it.

She was careful in her approach-something I have followed myself in later attempts at fisting-and after working four fingers round and round, winced in my direction and told me Alice was ready.

"Go for it!" I said, and she did. For the record, Alice watched with unbridled interest as her cousin attempted to insert a hand up her hole.

The moment Ronnie's hand disappeared, leaving only her wrist exposed outside Alice's cunt, Alice started to cum. Her frantic gyrations kept Ronnie from doing anything other than hold her hand in place while Alice humped the invisible hand whose fingers were undoubtedly opening and closing within her vagina.

"Ugh-Ugh-Unfuckinbelievable!" Alice crowed when she caught her breath. Her juices were pouring out of her now, dripping down onto Ronnie's hand as she slid her fingers in and out of the drooling pit. 

I looked on wide-eyed as Alice's pussy stretched and dilated wider and wider. 

Fist... fist me," Alice panted, clutching her hot pussy down around her fist. Ronnie obliged, pushing her fist deeper and deeper into the hot mush of her snatch until she had half of her forearm buried in the hot, sucking hole between her legs.

"You try it, Donnie," Ronnie croaked, "its fucking wild!"

I was waiting as she eased her hand out of Alice's wickedly stretched cunt, and took her place, slowly working my somewhat larger hand in the empty void Ronnie had left.

I felt myhis hand slip inside and her pussy wrap itself around his wrist. He had his whole fucking hand inside her hot cunt now as he slowly formed a fist. It was the strangest feeling, having his whole hand surrounded by her warm, wet pussy.

"JESUS!" Alice croaked as I extended my fingers and squished them around inside her clutching heat.

I swore in amazement on seeing my entire hand inside her, even the bone in my wrist was hidden from view.

Just then, Alice grunted and squeezed her cunt down around my hand, forcing out a dribble of love juice that trickled down my arm and onto the sheets.

"Fuck me with that hand, baby!" Alice moaned; and I slowly slid my fist back and forth inside her slurping cunt. I remember how she began gathering herself, working the muscles of her cunt so as to grip me tighter, and probably enhancing the overall pleasure I was giving her.

"Yeah—yeah—yeah-yeah," Alice panted out in rhythm with my pistoning fist. "Make me cum-yeah, make me cum!" 

Suddenly, Alice released a gush of juice that ran down my arm. Then she began to grunt and groan. Holding onto the sheets with her fists, she began to tremble as her face turned into an agonized grimace.

Letting out a loud groan, Alice started cumming.

I stopped fisting her and remained still, and watched in awe as she went through her tremendous climax.

Perhaps two minutes passed. Possibly three, and then she stopped quaking. Her breasts were heaving as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Out... out... take it out!" she finally gasped, raising her hips to help me to do it.

Clenching my fingers into a wedge, I carefully worked my hand back out of her swampy cavern.

In retrospect it was not that far removed from watching a woman give birth as my hand wetly slurped out of her sopping wet pussy. 

"Uh-huh," Alice muttered to herself. Ronnie started laughing as if she knew something I didn't.

With a lecherous smile on her face, Alice grabbed my cock and jerked it upright.

Caught entirely off guard, I gasped, "What!" as Alice shoved me into her as her cousin and I looked on stunned.

It was then that I learned how miraculous a woman's anatomy can be. Here was a pussy stretched beyond belief now tight as a glove on my shaft.

It was fantastic! My cock was penetrating so deeply I could feel the entrance to her womb.

Ronnie was also excited by what was happening and brought a hand mirror into play, holding it so that Alice could see my cock slamming into her.

"You rock!" Alice moaned as I sent one particular thrust in harder than the rest.

Shortly thereafter I reached my point of no return and I could hold off no longer.

I came and then collapsed on top of her.

We lay there panting for some time, then Ronnie reminded me that she was still waiting for me to fist her. 

I groaned, but sat up. 

Ronnie lay back on the bed, spread her legs and I went at her, quickly adding my thumb to the four fingers already embedded in her.

My Gawd!" Alice piped as she looked on with great interest. "Was I that open?"

"Yeah, you were," I said, panting with the exertion as my arm and fist pistoned into Ronnie's gaping hole that seemed to be sucking my arm into it.

Ronnie took longer than Alice to cum, but when she did her cries and screams moved from ecstatic to painfully delightful. When I finally withdrew my hand, Ronnie dropped her head to the sheets and looked spent. Truth be told, this implementation of fisting had been fairly tame, but was new, wild, taboo, and 'rough' as far as was concerned.

Alice was lustfully looking at me while I examined my hand and the gooey juices covering it. "You should fuck her now, baby," she said, her fiery eyes told me everything else I needed to know. 

"I don't think I can," I said.

"Yes you can, baby," Alice cooed and proceeded to prove me wrong by sucking me back to ¾ fullness-enough to slip it in, if Ronnie got on top.

I let Alice slide two pillows under my ass and Ronnie straddled me and slowly, for her pussy was rather tender, impaled herself on me.

It was my last fuck of the night, but it was a long one, in fact, it was a prolonged one. 

Truth be told, Ronnie was barely conscious when I finished her off after a methodical fuck that had my balls slapping against her ass while I plowed away at her loosey-goosy cunt. The sweat was dripping off me and flying everywhere. My cock was slewing in and out as she rose and fell, but the fisting had opened her so much that I really wasn't hitting her vaginal walls the way I usually did. 

I don't know what Ronnie felt, but I wasn't feeling much of anything, and maybe that's why I lasted as long as I did.

There was one thing I was fairly certain of, and that was that neither girl, nor I would be in the mood for fucking the next day. (That wasn't entirely true, however.) After some ten minutes of fucking Ronnie, I realized she wasn't responding and so I left her, my cock making a 'pfffft' like sound as I plucked it out of her yawning cunt.

"Want to finish me off?" I asked Alice.

She was more than willing and asked me if I wanted to take her anally.

I'd never had the pleasure of her ass, and as far as I knew, no one else had either. But my present condition told me it would be a waste of time as I wasn't hard enough to penetrate her asshole.




Sensualist Ch. 12



Party Time with Lillian & X - Anal with Mrs. Travers - A Mother & Daughter Bedroom Excursion 

On returning home to Savannah, I realized I had a little over a month before departing for Athens and the start of my collegiate career. My mother had told me that 'I would need at least a week to find appropriate accommodations for living quarters.' This meant that I would be looking at condos and town houses instead of taking Alice to various love nests around Savannah.

With respect to Alice, another problem arose. I should have anticipated that her parents would be pissed at her taking off for the weekend against their wishes. Alice was grounded for a month, and even though she was eighteen, she had no way of supporting herself, not having found a job after graduating, and so she was compelled to live under their roof and follow their rules.

In some ways this was a relief to me, and in others a loss, as I did miss fucking her senseless whenever we got together. Then too, I couldn't get that remark her cousin Ronnie had made: "She wants to have your baby," out of my mind.

That left Lillian, who I quickly learned would make herself available to me anytime I wanted, her boyfriend, Phil be damned. At least that's what she told me.

So I arranged to pick her up around two in the afternoon-she had a date that night with Phil-go figure.

Lillian and I had a mutual respect for one another. She maintained that I understood her, whereas Phil didn't have a clue as to what she really wanted in a fuck.

I took this to mean that she liked it when I called her a slut, or "You're my fine hole, all pussy and nothing else, just a big pulsing cunt."

Anyway, this one afternoon we're in my favorite motel getting it on, sweat flying off of us, her screaming so loud my ears are ringing. Lillian's on her stomach and I'm putting my back into it, balls slapping her clit, while she's begging me not to stop. Of course since I aim to please, I tried my best to oblige her.

Lillian's just about flattened into the mattress from our hard fucking, but I needed her ass raised in order to get my entire dick in there, so I put an arm around her shoulder to prop her up only to have her pop my thumb in her mouth.

Lillian's suddenly sucking away on it like it's my dick, and I thought about it before yanking it out of her mouth and finally decided to see where it led. So I whispered, "Blow me while I fuck you. Imagine two guys doing you at one time."

She went wild. Her head was bobbing crazily-her eyes were rolled up so only the whites were showing, and her ass was heaving under me and we're immersed in a fucking frenzy. I kept on feeding her shit, telling her how much I want to see her mouth get around something thick, dark and juicy; turning this into a fantasy we'll both remember for some time to come.

We were both slippery, shaking and screaming when we came together.

Afterward, Lillian asked me how I would feel if we added another guy to one of our afternoon delights. I had no problem as long as it wasn't Phil. He might present a problem although we'd already had a four-some on Prom Night. 

It was Lillian who suggested someone other than her boyfriend. She said that he had mentioned marriage, and that she preferred to keep him out of any extra-curricular activities we had going on.

That suited me, and when Lillian called to tell me about a party that night, I figured that she had her three-some in mind and agreed to take her.

To my surprise she offered me some X when I picked her up. She was wearing the tightest outfit I'd ever seen a woman wear, skintight, cinched by a belt but with her top open so even a blind man can see most of her tits. But I was hyped by the time we got to the party that I didn't care that every guy would be hitting on her.

Fortunately, the party was in full swing when we arrived; strobe lights pulsing; the rapper on vinyl had the speakers throbbing and the floor shaking. There were twice as many Blacks as Whites getting down to 'Nigguhs an' Bitches,' with the dancer's hands waving and signing while their heads bobbed wildly.

While I took in the scene, Lillian made her way back to the kitchen where she started talking with a woman I was to learn was our host. Her name was Ursula and she was having trouble taking her eyes off Lillian's tits. 

I think she spotted me headed her way and for some reason scooted out the back door after saying something to Ursula. I past the hostess with a quick "Hello-goodbye I'm after Lillian, you know, the one with the tits you can't take your eyes off," and fairly flew (or at least thought I was flying) down some steps and found myself in the backyard with a cluster of Black dudes swigging long-necked Buds.

I nodded at them as I tried to get my bearings, then spied Lillian's ass in that tight outfit and headed toward her.

Only to run into a huge dude named Anthony, or at least that's what it says across the T-shirt he's wearing.

"S'up?" he asks.

"Um, I-I'm looking for my girl. Found her too-right over there, in the tight outfit."

By this time the X is working its fullest on me, and I can't do much more than mumble a reply to anything put to me. Furthermore, I'm dying of thirst. Anthony offered me a long-neck and I started swigging it down non-stop.

Anthony is laughing at me and has his arm around Lillian. I notice Lillian's laughing too; and hear her say, "He's perfect, Donnie. Where'd you find him?"

My world's spinning out of control as I glance at Anthony who is adjusting his crotch while Lillian looks on with an amused expression on her face.

"He's as big as you, right, Donnie? I want him to be big or bigger."

"Yeah, at least as big," I tell her, while Anthony gives me a 'what the fuck?' look.

"There a place with some privacy round here, Anthony?" I ask.

Tossing his empty long-neck against a wooden fence, he turned away from us, looked back and said, "Follow me!"

Seconds later all three of us are in what I can only call some type shed. Anyone interested in looking in can see what's going on, but apparently in this section of town, people don't look-it only means trouble.

Lillian shimmied her dress up to her waist. She's panty-less. Then using one hand, she slowly flipped each breast out of her top, leaving them supported by the material of the dress.

Anthony moved behind her and laid some sloppy, wet kisses on her neck while mauling her breasts. Lillian went limp as I kissed her on the mouth and stuffed my tongue down her throat.

.

Anthony proves to be a team player, offering me a jutting nipple to suck on after the kiss ended. Lillian fingered her pussy trying to get one off before we touched her there. Anthony slid down her body until he faced her cooze. Unperturbed, Lillian offered her wet fingers to his mouth and he eagerly sucked them clean.

Lillian began to moan and didn't stop until she had a big juicy cock in her mouth, and then she hummed as she blew us. That's right; she took on two big dicks, one Black, one White, and sucked them until her face was covered with our comingled jizm.

Anthony was one fuckin' dude. As soon as he finished cumming on her face, he dropped to his knees, and holding her by the cheeks of her ass, ate her to several loud orgasms that buckled Lillian's knees. Anthony held her up and went on eating her.

The ecstasy began affecting me. I found myself fascinated with his cock and started to blow him, kneeling on the filthy flooring, fondling his balls and tickling his asshole while he continued his gobbling away at Lillian's snatch. 

Lillian's blubbering, going on about how she's still cumming and will probably end up cumming all over everyone in a great flood.

I release Anthony's heavy dick and he turned, grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up a little so she can slide back and forth along his slick length getting it even wetter. Lillian started to shake. 

At first I thought it was Anthony cumming but I quickly realized Lillian meant what she'd just said. Suddenly I felt and then saw a piss-like stream spurting from her cunt. Anthony positioned himself so that he could catch some of it in his mouth. I joined him and soon was drinking whatever the fuck it was that Lillian was spewing out.

"Oh, God, Oh, God," she gasps. "This is so fucking hot. I've never done anything close to this." 

Well, I couldn't speak for Anthony, but it was a first for me too.

Anthony started laughing. "Yo, yo, look 'it! The White bitch cumming like a two dollah ho."

"Ohhhhhh," Lillian moaned as she sank to her knees. Her cum covered face was already beginning to cake on it.

I made an attempt to help her up, but she pulled away from me, crying out, "Leave me be, God damnit!"

I released my grip and she went back down on her knees. "Go on, Donnie, blow the Black guy. See if you can handle that licorice stick of his!"

I demurred and turned away.

Anthony got pissed off and turned on her, not because I turned him down but more likely because he didn't like the idea of her taking control.

"I'll slap you from here to Atlanta, bitch-Don't think I'm gonna suck his dick. He placed a large hand on her shoulder and pushed her so hard she fell on her ass.

"You do it! Suck him off while I watch."

"Hey, Anthony, my man," I hear myself say, wondering what the hell I'm doing trying to talk jive like him. At any rate, once Lillian commenced blowing me, he left us, walking off to join the party once more.

Taking me from her mouth, Lillian started crying. "I didn't mean to piss everyone off. Honest to God I didn't!" 

The entire situation had caught me off-guard and I can only blame the X for what I did next. I grabbed Lillian around the waist hard enough to take her breath away and perched her on a high, narrow shelf in the shed where no one at the party would see or give a shit if they did.

I squeezed one of her breasts.

"That hurts, damn it!" She tried to slap my hand away.

I smothered her cum caked face with kisses and she melted in my arms, crooning in my ear: 

"Anything ... anything you want, Donnie. I love you, sweetie!"

I snarled my reply. "Don't give me that emotional bullshit. It sounds ridiculous coming out of your mouth." 

"It's true! Really, it's true. My God you make-you make my titties sizzle, kissin' me like that!"

That line had my cock sizzling, so there was a certain merit in her choice of words. I began to calm down-was it the X wearing off, or my self-control returning? I never figured it out.

I snickered into her neck, "Some flood you had back there."

"Donnie, I swear I never came like that before!"

I could taste her breath as she uttered the words, and realized I was hard as a rock again.

"Has it gotten hotter in here?" I asked, for the air around me felt superheated.

Lillian didn't answer, but began tracing her fingers over my lips. I made as if to bite them and she pulled them back. 

"Oh, you!" she moaned and shoved them into my mouth, moved deftly over my teeth and undulated on my tongue. My mouth filled with saliva and I sucked the salt off until she gently pulled them away and looked at them.

We heard someone bump against our hiding place and froze until they stumbled away, vomiting their excesses on the ground.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," I said before someone else discovered us and wanted to use her, and possibly me as well. Lillian pushed her tight dress down and put her breasts back inside her top. "Where we going?"Lillian asked dumbly.

""How about the backseat of my car?"

"Yeah, that works for me!" she said, perking up.

We quickly made our way out of the shed and passed through the house party then walked a block to where the car was parked. I drove us to a small deserted park and found a secluded spot. In fact, it was the same place we'd had our very first fuck.

"Memories," Lillian said, and while I wiped most of the cum from her face and neck, Lillian maneuvered her dress back up, and one again displaced her tits for my enjoyment.

Then as I struggled out of my pants, Lillian began working quickly rubbing quick circles around her clit. Color rose in her cheeks as her scent rose up to permeate the car. 

"Please don't take it out yet, Donnie. I'll cum the second I see it."

"I can wait," I said, and she nodded her thanks as she sent three then four fingers into her sodden cunt.

"Gonna cum big time, Donnie," she panted.

I reacted quickly and reached under the driver's seat for a half roll of paper towels stashed there. Peeling off three or four sheets, I crammed them under her ass and told her to make use of them, and that I had more if needed.

I contented myself with some mildly rough tit play, and feeling her nipples rise to the occasion, leaned in to suck and chew at them.

"FUCK!" The desperation in her voice made me shiver. Lillian parted her lips so I could see every ripple and fold. My hands moved to her slippery inner thighs and massaged them, chasing the heat. Her fingers were making loud squishy sounds. I touched her clit and felt it throbbing. 

The paper towels were already dark with her wetness. 

My fingers faltered, but then found her clit again, this time remaining in place, circling as she had moments before, soft little flicks on her clit that sent monstrous waves of pleasure up her spine. We were suddenly a closed system, defying the laws of entropy with sheer desire. I began to breathe with her; somehow I was passing my desire into her without actually entering her.

I worked my cock out without her seeing, but she knew what I was doing.

"My ass-put it up my ass, baby!" she moaned meaningfully.

I adjusted the front seat to its furthest reclining position, reached under Lillian, grabbed both of her firm round ass cheeks and molded them with my fingers. My cock was raring to go.

"I know you like it," Lillian purred.

I released her curvy ass and slid one hand between her legs and slipped three fingers into her sopping pussy. Lillian moaned and promptly began humping my fingers.

Using my free hand, I forced a thumb into her anus. Lillian yelped happily, "That's it, baby!"

Lillian was slowly grinding her pubis against my fingers and sucking on my left nipple when I asked if she was ready. 

"Do me, baby!"

I braced myself over her and positioned her calves on my shoulders; her bare feet were rubbing against the convertible's top. 

Lillian reached down and spread her cheeks, opening her anus for me. After a missed attempt, I adjusted the angle of attack and speared her ass with my raging cock.

Before she could react one way or the other, the slick cockhead forced its way past her puckered sphincter. I held motionless, letting her adjust, and waited until she began to move against me, several deep thrusts and I was mostly in her tight, incredibly warm hole. 

That triggered her into action. Suddenly Lillian was fucking back at me with everything she had. A random contact with her clit drove her over the top and she started to cum, but kept pulling me tighter and deeper into her ass. I know she came again and maybe more than that. I hammered at her until I came, erupting into her searingly hot anus before slipping out of her cum filled rear portal.

We cleaned up as best we could, and I took her home, even risked her father's wrath by walking her to the front door and kissing her goodnight, while waiting for her parents to open the door.

It was her mother who opened the door. She had slipped off her heels, but her business suit still conveyed power. She was a lawyer and a member of the Savannah City Council. I won't say she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but she certainly was attractive-fashionably dressed, long red nails, horn-rimmed glasses and wavy brown hair. A nit-picker might say she was overweight, but I liked the places she carried it. In fact, I liked the way she looked a lot.

And speaking of looks-her surprise at seeing me with her daughter was quite evident.

I was about to offer some form of apology for being with Lillian when I saw a familiar expression cross her face. I had seen it the night we were caught in her living room with my cock up her daughter's ass. She had been very interested in my cock at the time, but her husband's presence had ended any possibility of continuing things with both her and Lillian together, or apart for that matter.

Her eyes riveted on my crotch and I started rising to the occasion. There was no mistaking the fact that she wanted me. It was clearly evident. 

"I'm sorry if we're late getting home. It was my fault," I said, meeting her eyes.

"It's all right ... Donnie, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mrs. Travers..."

Lillian gave her mother a strange look as well, but and went into the house. Her mother remained standing at the entrance, still holding my eye. She took a deep breath that pushed her breasts out in my direction.

When she knew I was staring at them, she said, 

"Call me Edith, Donnie."

"Um, yes, Edith," I said, wondering what the hell was going on?

"Did the two of you have a good time?"

"We did ... Edith; we had a very good time."

There was a short pause, and then Mrs. Travers dropped her bomb. "I haven't had a really good time in quite some time."

It took me a moment to find my voice, "Really?" Was the best I could manage.

She stared at me, reached up an adjusted an earring, let her eyes slowly drop to my readily apparent bulge and said, "Why don't you drop by tomorrow, say around four? You can tell me all about how you entertained my daughter tonight."

I waited for her to continue, and when she didn't, I said, "At four, you say?"

"Yes, four, and don't be late, we'll only have about an hour for you to tell me about it."

At that I allowed my eyes to traverse her body. My guess was that she was about 40 years old, with dark hair, probably brunette if a category was needed, but really a mixture of colors, mostly brown. Her chest was well formed, with breasts that had to be close to a C-cup. Her waist was slim, indicating that she worked out and watched her diet, and her shapely legs led my eye up to a well formed ass. 

Yes, Mrs. Edith Travers was eminently fuckable, and she was giving every indication she wanted me to do the fucking.

This was quickly confirmed when she reached out and brushed her fingers over my erection. 

"Yesssss," she hissed, "all about it," and closed the front door in my face.

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I hardly slept that night as thoughts of what Lillian's mother and I would do to one another the following afternoon. All I knew was that in the few times I had been with older women-Ginger and Denise—I had learned a great deal about women's proclivities regarding sex.

I tried to imagine what we would be doing after I got to know her, and found myself jerking off twice before finally falling asleep.

I was about to ring the Travers doorbell at exactly four the next afternoon, when it opened and I stepped inside. Edith must have been waiting behind the door for me to arrive. It was that quick.

Mrs. Travers was certainly dressed for the occasion, wearing filmy negligee, high heels and apparently nothing else. I could discern a triangular patch of pubic hair covering her pussy, and the rosy tipped nipples prominently plastered against her thin material of her negligee.

I made my cock jump and she laughed. "How big is it?"

"I'll show it to you in a minute. In the meantime, let me take a good look at you."

It must have been the right thing to say, for Edith began to blush, but even so, she loosened something on the negligee and it fell open, exposing her breasts and their silver dollar sized areola, and the thick thatch of dark pubic hair almost obscuring her cunt.

"Very, very nice," I said and meant it. Mrs. Travers might have been a few pounds overweight, but not so that it was obvious; she had good sized breasts and I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.




Sensualist Ch. 12



She licked her lips when I let one hand drop to my belt buckle and opened it. A second later I had unzipped the fly of my jeans and my erection sprang out.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, and dropped to her knees.

"Play with it, if you like," I told her, and she did, running her fingertips up and down its length. I placed my right hand on the top of her head.

"Do you want me to blow you?" Edith inquired matter of factly.

"Entirely up to you, Mrs. Travers."

"Edith ... please!"

"Entirely up to you ... Edith," I said to placate her.

She pursed her lips and placed a quick kiss on the head of my cock. I remained motionless, but kept my hand on her head.

"Can I ... Can I suck it?"

"Please ..." I said after a pause.

She licked her lips and then opened her mouth and took my cockhead into her mouth, swirled her dainty tongue over and around it and let it fall from her mouth.

"You have the nicest flavor, Donald."

"Thank you," I said, but considered it a strange remark all the same.

She spent a moment or two hefting my testicles. 

"They-they're very heavy, Donald. You must hold a great deal of sperm in them."

I wondered how to reply to that comment, and finally replied, "I'm not a one and done guy, Mrs. Travers."

"That will be a welcome surprise," she said, telling me a great deal about her sex life.

For some reason, Mrs. Travers felt compelled to add: "Lillian's off with her friends. I gave her specific orders not to come home until six, or later."

I gave her a look, and she grinned guiltily and added, "She knows what I'm going to do. I didn't tell her, but she knows."

"I don't mind if she knows, Edith."

Edith smiled at me. It was the first genuine smile I had ever seen on her face.

"You have a lovely smile," I said as we moved through the living room where I'd fucked her daughter fore and aft. 

"So you don't care if Lillian finds out about what we do this afternoon?"

"No." She said simply.

"By any chance are you ... getting even with her for what we did on your couch?"

"It's nice of you to call it my couch, Donald. But no, I have no reason to get even with her, as you put it. It's just that..."

"You were impressed with my, um, appendage."

"Yes, may I try sucking it again?"

"You may, Mrs. Travers."

Her hand went up with her trigger finger extended as she started to envelope my erection. 

"Edith, please, we're on rather intimate terms now." A second later she was sucking hard on my cock and fondling my balls.

Edith blew me for roughly five minutes before stopping.

"You didn't cum," she said with a pout.

"I held off, you were very good at it, Edith." 

She beamed at me. I didn't know if it was the compliment I'd given her, or the fact that I'd used her name.

There was a short pause before she spoke again. "There...there's something I want to ask you about," she said, sounding a bit tentative.

"You can ask me anything," I replied, reaching out to touch her face. "You know that."

"Ah...well...um...yeah, I know, but this...I'm afraid you'll think..."

"You're afraid I'll think what?" I asked. "Don't be afraid. If you have a question, go ahead and ask."

"Well..." She paused again. "Was that ... um, the night with Lillian ... was that the first time you ever ... um, did it in someone's um, rear?"

I have to admit that her question caused my partially hard penis to become a lot harder.

"You want to know if Lillian and I had anal sex prior to that night."

"Um ... ah ..." She took a deep breath. "Yeah," she replied.

"Yes we did. It was kind of a birth control device for us," I lied. There was no need to tell her that her daughter was a slut.

"But don't you think it's perverted to ... I mean ... anal sex?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper. 

"No, I don't, and neither does Lillian. Now I think it prudent to take certain precautions before jumping into it."

"Precautions? You mean contraceptives? I don't have any. I did use an enema; I took a long bath and used that nasty thing twice to cleanse my rectum."

"That's perfect," I said, not having bothered having Lillian do it before fucking her anally. "One should also use a good deal of lotion, or KY Jelly as a lubricant to make penetration easier. But once it's in, and I would add that one does this slowly until the rectum acclimates to the intrusion, then and only then does the pleasure of the experience emerge."

"I can't believe you're only eighteen, Donald."

"I've been fortunate to have known some older women ..." I decided to leave it there.

"Yes ... well, I've only seen two men in my life other than you, and neither one come close to you in size."

"It isn't necessarily the size that matters..."

"I beg to differ, or I think I do, having tried the other."

"You want to, um, try me on ... for size?"

"Yes, exactly, Donald."

I bent my head and kissed her shoulder. My fingers began a journey over her silky flesh and I hoped she couldn't feel them trembling. My erection felt as if it had gotten as hard as it could possibly get without exploding.

Edith was as nervous as me, for she kept chattering, saying: "And...I...I heard people talking about...you know...anal sex. One of my friends claims she did it and she says it feels fantastic. Anyhow...you ... you ..."

"Okay, Edith, we'll have anal sex. Would you like to do that first?"

She nodded. "Yeah ... I ... I think I'd kinda like to try. That is if ... if you want to," she whispered. "Do ... do you want to?"

"Yes I do, Edith."

"Does ... does it hurt?" she asked, sounding scared and showing a little fear in her eyes.

"It doesn't have to," I told her. "But we'll need to be careful. The last thing I want is to hurt you. It shouldn't hurt but just a tiny bit. Remember when your hymen broke?"

"Yes, of course. A minor thing. Nothing like childbirth."

"No, nothing close to that," I said to reassure her.

"Oh," she said, but the fear didn't totally disappear from her eyes. 

"Edith, I promise I won't do anything that hurts you," I told her. "I'd never do that."

"Yes, yes, of course," she said taking my hand and leading me into the Master bedroom; her negligee slowly slipped off her supple body and I was forced to step over it before reaching the bed.

There was a nervous silence that I broke, saying, "You've touched me some, now I'd like to do some exploring. Do you mind, Edith?"

"No, do whatever you want."

I began fondling her breasts; they were heavy in my hands, probably C-cup sized. I watched as her nipples slowly grew erect, moved a hand to her groin, pressed my fingers into the soft mat of curly dark pubic hair, and began a soft stroking of her folds.

"Can ... can I sit down on the bed?" My legs feel strange."

We sat side by side on the large bed, and I wondered at the differences between Edith and her daughter, Lillian.

Lillian was without a doubt, a common slut. She was bi-sexual, and preferred anal to normal intercourse; I had little doubt that she had other preferences that I had yet to discover.

Edith on the other hand, appeared to be a typical married woman, content in most things, but missing the adventure of an affair. In all probability she would have kept on with her life as it was, but having seen me with her daughter had triggered something in her and now here we were.

I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft, curly hairs, and began stroking there too. She responded by pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process, leaving her left leg raised and resting lazily on my hip. Then displaying an unusual, at least for her, display of assertion, Edith reached between her legs and took my cock in hand and guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her, my half-erect cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her clitoris.

When I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to slide myself into her, she pushed the shaft back, and then whispered, "Uh-uh. Not there; I want you here, in my ass." So saying, she placed the head of my cock right in the middle of her spider-webbed anus and rubbed it back and forth across the diminutive opening. At first, I thought she was teasing me.

"Are you serious?" I asked, somewhat incredulously. 

"Just do it. I want to feel your cock inside my ass," she said softly. She rubbed the cockhead a few more times against her nether opening. "Mmm, Donald, you know I want you all the way in there."

My cock was already so wet from being rubbed between her moist pussy lips that it broke the sphinctoral plane with surprisingly little effort. She grunted as the cockhead broke the barrier, and then hissed, "Slowly, work it in slowly." 

She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her ass. 

"Am I hurting you?"

"A little," she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. "But, oh this is exciting! You feel so big!"

I squeezed her breasts, flattening them against her chest, as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. "I can't believe how tight you are!" 

"Are you in all the way?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been split in two!"

I pressed my cock forward, felt it being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle. 

"Just a little more," I grunted.

I gained additional depth by easing back slightly and then pushing forward. Edith grunted a few more times before I finally pressed my wiry pubic hairs into her lower ass.

"All in, Edith," I hissed.

"Don't move for a few seconds. I have to get used to it."

I contented myself with kneading her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders while my sheathed cock remained completely motionless inside her. The walls of her rectum were warm and smooth against my cock. From time to time, she contracted her anus around my dick, as if testing the elasticity of her anal muscle.

Her anal contractions had the expected result on me, and I told her if she kept at it, I would be cumming sooner than expected.

"Please, no! Don't cum yet! You just put it in; you haven't really fucked me yet. Can you hold off?"

"I'll try. I can't tell you how good it feels!"

"I-I appreciate your tenderness to me. You know my-husband hardly ever does it."

"Hit and run, eh?"

"Yeah, I guess I don't excite him the way I used too."

"Edith, I know I'm kind of young and all..."

"Oh no, you're not too young, Donald."

"I mean, I'm not your age-I mean you do excite me, Edith. You're an exciting woman. Fine body, great ass, I don't understand why he doesn't appreciate you."

"You're so nice, Donald. I can see why Lillian is so fond of you."

"Thank you. I think we can start moving now. Are you ready?"

"Oh, sure..." And then with the pain all but vanished, Edith began moving her buttocks 

in a slow, circular pattern, while my ensconced cock, a prisoner inside her, obediently followed. 

We went slowly at first, and then I added some speed, although not that much. In fact, 

We established a kind of syncopated rhythm that took the both of us over the top.

Edith had discovered an animalistic instinct she never knew she had, and, with the discovery, she developed a far different attitude in her love-making. Outside of a few "dirty" words like "fuck" or "suck", uttered in the heat of passion, I doubt she had ever used profanity with respect to her needs, but suddenly there she was screaming: "C'mon, fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, baby, it feels so good!"

Her voice echoed throughout the house and I started to laugh.

"What?" she asked seriously.

"You wouldn't be yelling like that if someone was home," I said.

"We wouldn't be fucking like this is someone was home, Donald. But I'd throw them the hell out so that we could finish on our own time."

"I like that about you, Edith."

"Bone me Daddy!" she shrieked and then burst out laughing.

"Shove that big dong into me! Make it hurt! Fuck my assssssssss!"

I started pumping her like a madman, driving my cock in and out of her beautiful, tight ass with complete abandon. She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into the dark abyss.

My hands on her breasts were no longer gentle. If she wanted to feel hurt, I would leave her breasts marked and bruised; I seized her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost desperate gesture, along with the persistent thrusting that catapulted us both over the edge and into ecstasy.

"I'm cumming! Edith yelled.

"I'm cumming," I screamed.

We both came down slowly. I didn't dare withdraw myself from her. I just let the old guy fall asleep inside her dark hole; feeling every once in a while a tiny anal contraction that only served to remind me of what we had just done. 

Finally, my limp member fell out, on its own, sliding onto the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from my spending.

Edith turned her naked body completely around until we were belly to belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my back and held me. She pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs mingling. 

"That was great," she whispered sexily.

Minutes later, Edith nonchalantly began to dress. Her attitude bothered me; it was as if I'd been dismissed. Did she treat her husband this way?

Just as she finished hooking her bra, I made my move and Grabbed her. The force of my charge at her took us both backward and we stumbled into the bedroom window. I had my right hand on her left shoulder blade as I went to kiss her. She tried to turn her face away, but failed and I found her mouth and forced my tongue into her mouth. 

Breaking away, she took a deep breath and said, "What are you doing? We're finished here!"

"I don't think so, Edith. Look at me!" I said challenging her.

She glanced down and saw my rapidly rising appendage and gasped.

"You can't-It's not poss..."

I slapped her cunt with it, and said, "That wasn't a jellybean you just felt. Try sucking it back to size and then we'll have us a fuck in your front side."

"But it's just been-it's filthy!"

"Clean it off if you think it's dirty. It's your dirt after all."

Edith gave me a scathing look, but didn't say a word. She took a tentative step away, pausing as if waiting for me to grab her and send her to her knees. When I allowed her to move without any interference, she went quickly to the bathroom and wet a washcloth and returned to clean my penis off any fecal matter that might be clinging to it. When she'd finished and put the washcloth down, I said, "Spread your legs a little." 

Edith complied willingly enough, and I began touching her; caressing the insides of those gorgeous columns of flesh. I shifted position and spent considerable time working on her feet, which surprised her, but also pleased her.

It wasn't long before she was making the soft moaning sounds of arousal again. I allowed my caresses to move slowly up her legs, to the backs of her knees. 

"Oh, Donald, does that ever feel good!" she groaned. "I love the way you touch me."

"I love touching you," I told her, caressing further upward, to the baby-soft skin of her inner thighs. 

I've always loved caressing women on their inner thighs. The skin there is so soft and sensitive, and it seemed even more so with Edith. The longer I caressed her there, the more visibly aroused she became. Soon enough her hips were rocking gently and she was gasping and making nonsensical sounds as my fingers drifted lightly over her ever-so-soft skin.

As my caresses moved closer to the pad of fatty tissue that covers the pubic bone below the abdomen but above the labia, often referred to as the mons veneris, I could see the shimmering wetness of her arousal. Knowing that Edith had long been all but ignored by Mr. Travers, I let my fingers pause over the area where her legs joined, but did not touch her directly. 

Edith groaned and the motions of her hips got more pronounced. I let my fingers drift up, over one buttock, across her lower back, then down over her other buttock, back to the junction area on the other side of her body.

"Oh, Jesus, you're making me crazy!" she moaned. 

I trailed a single finger around the edge of her outer labia then downward, and rubbed gently over her engorged clit. 

"Oh, God! Oh, yes!" she whimpered.

She was dripping wet and her lubricant covered my finger. I slid it up between her labia and her body heaved upward as if it couldn't bear to lose contact with my finger. My finger traversed the area of her arousal slick pussy onto the little gap of skin covering between her vagina and anus sometimes referred to as the 'taint.'

Edith moaned and her hips jolted, when I teased her there with my well lubed finger.

She whimpered when I resumed teasing her anus, circling the tiny bud then rubbing a finger over it while my other hand slipped under her and began teasing her clit with the fingertips of that hand. 

By now her hips were moving up and down so fast it was almost as if she was vibrating. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her hands tearing at the sheets and blankets on the bed. Then she stiffened and her body went into what looked a lot like a seizure.

I kept toying with both her bottom and her clit until moans quieted down, her body relaxed, and she sank onto the bed and laid there, gasping for breath.

"Jesus Christ ... that-that was incredible!" she murmured.

I slid my hand out from under her, stretched out on the bed next to her, put my arm around her, and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. "So ... you liked it did you?"

Edith smothered my face with kisses then moved downward and began licking my cock from stem to stern.

"It's nice ... would you lick my balls too?"

She was quick to do so.

"Edith ... you didn't answer my question. Did you like it?"

"Yes, I liked it, Donald. It was probably the best I've ever felt in my life."

"And?"

"Oh ... you want me to talk about it? Okay ... I thought that the anal sex was fantastic, and of course, it was. But the after play ... with you playing and teasing my clit and ass was over the top. I never even dreamed about such a thing.

"Did you cum?"

"Donald dear, I was cumming the entire time you were touching me there. And I ... are you hard again? I mean, is it possible that you can do it again?"

"Yes, it's possible. Where would you like me to put it?"

She laughed lewdly and said, "I'll let you chose the hole, darling."

I slid my hand down and teased her slippery vagina with my fingers. "Is there room in here?" I rubbed her clit with the tip of my index finger. She gasped and squirmed.

"Uh...huh," she murmured.

"You want to put it there or should I?" I asked.

"I-I'll do it," she responded. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me. Then she lifted her hips, placed the tip of my erection at her opening, and lowered herself onto my jutting penis. 

"God," Edith gasped, "I just came and I feel like I'm gonna cum already!" 

A peaceful expression crossed her face as she began rocking her hips and the now familiar look of lust appeared upon her face again.

"Fuck me, baby," she whispered. "Fuck me hard!"

I rose up to meet her and the pace quickened.

"Cum if you want to," I told her.

"Are ... are you close, too?" she asked.

"Not yet," I told her. "But that's all right. Go ahead, baby, let go. Cum for me."

I reached up and caught her nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulled it out, stretching it another half inch.

"Yes! Hurt them! I love it!"

I repeated the action with the other nipple. The movement of her hips grew more frantic.

"Cum for me, Edith!"

"Oh, God! Oh, God! I-I can't hold off-I can't... Oh, I gotta cum! I can't wait! I-I'm cumming!" Her body went into a series of wracking spasms and I felt her vaginal tunnel start gripping my cock.




Sensualist Ch. 12



When her peak passed she fell forward, lying atop me with my arms around her, still breathing hard. "What ... what about you?" she murmured. "You ... you didn't ..."

I rocked my hips upward, thrusting deep into her. "You don't mind if I do this now, do you?" I asked.

"Oh, God, no! That feels so good!" she murmured in reply. "Don't stop! God! I can't tell you how good that feels!"

I grabbed her ass cheeks and kept rocking my erection up into her. The increasing intensity of her sounds and the way her body was moving more and more urgently against mine told me she was getting close to another orgasm. I slid my hand over her bottom, picked up some lubricant from where our bodies were joined and probed gently at her anus.

"Oh fuck ... YES! DO ME THERE!"

It was incredibly easy to slip out of her mushy cunt and into her tight, but not that tight asshole.

"Oh ... I don't believe ...I'm cumming again!"

Four thrusts later I told her I was cumming too, and as my loins uncoiled and spewed love juice from my body to hers, I heard her announcing yet another orgasms arriving.

We laid in each other's arms, with her atop me, for quite a while after we finished, letting our bodies calm. Edith giggled when my softening penis slid from her ass, but she didn't move off me. I hated the fact that, before too much longer, I'd have to go home. 

I told her that she was better in bed than her daughter. She sucked my shriveled penis into her mouth, made it hard and then blew me so that I could barely stand up when she'd finished.

I dressed and left after a brief flurry of kisses. I called her when I got home and learned that her husband had come home seven minutes after I'd left.

That was cutting it close.

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Edith and I fucked almost daily until I left for Athens. I enjoyed every minute I spent with her. 

We did something that I've tried incorporating in all my affairs since-fucking and sucking in every room in the house, using every conceivable position. 

Mr. Travers had an illustrated book of the Kama Sutra, and Edith and I attempted many of the positions provided within its pages. She had some difficulty explaining just how she hurt her back, but he never suspected her of hurting it standing on her head while I went at her with my mouth. 

I got her to utter the foulest sexual expressions willingly; it served to unleash the darker side of her sexual self for the first time. I have done this often over the years, as a woman is never more beautiful to me then when turned on into a wanton whore.

In looking back, her decided preference was anal. Edith delighted in having me up her ass. Her cocksucking improved as we moved from room to room, and her straight fucking was always great. And to my astonishment, she brought Lillian in to join us just before I left for college.

It happened like this:

I had arrived at Edith's house, found the front door ajar and walked in. Edith was waiting for me, wearing a smile, a garter belt, high heels and nothing else.

I ate her to at least two orgasms while she was laying atop the kitchen table. Her screams were louder than usual and I found it a bit puzzling, but as no one was ever home when we met I pushed it aside and concentrated on making her cum one more time before having her blow me.

After cumming in her mouth, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I walked through her bedroom to the master bath and stopped in my tracks.

The door was half open, and looking in I saw Lillian brushing her hair wearing only a pair of black panties. I was a little freaked out. I was also turned on. It was an automatic thing I suppose, but rather than turning and leaving, I stood there and mentally compared Lillian's breasts with her mother's. Her areolas were about the same size, but her nipples, which were erect, were not as pronounced as her mother's. 

I don't know precisely when it happened but at some point Lillian turned and saw me standing there. "Hello, Donnie," she said and smiled provocatively.

"I thought that she should know about us," Edith said behind my left ear, scaring the hell out of me. She appeared exceedingly calm about my stumbling upon her daughter.

"Lillian looked in on us the other day," Edith said and smiled. "She also wanted to know when you were coming over again. I had no choice but to tell her."

I caught on to their game a moment later as I saw Lillian stepping out of her black panties and revealing a freshly shaven pussy to me. I was fully erect at this point.

Turning to face Edith, I found that she still wore the garter belt, but had lost the shoes, probably so that she could walk in on me silently.

"All right," I said, "What now?"

They had prepared for this scene-both of them. Lillian resumed brushing her hair, but kept her eyes on her mother and me.

Edith slowly removed my clothing, an indulgent smile on her face as she tossed each item on the chair next to the bed.

"Are you two done yet," Lillian asked, coming toward us from the bathroom, her breasts jiggling from side to side as she moved.

"Lillian," I said, "You have the most gorgeous ass," and I pulled her into my arms, and reaching behind her gave them a loving squeeze.

"I told you he wouldn't be surprised," Edith said.

"He was surprised, mother. I was watching his face when he saw me." She looked at me over her shoulder in surprise as I knelt behind her, but it was her mother who gasped when I kissed first one smooth cheek, then the other. I smiled up at her and used my hands to spread her cheeks open to reveal her little rose.

"You're not going too..." Edith croaked as I stuck my tongue out to touch the top of Lillian's ass crack.

Lillian responded by pushing her ass back at me. I pulled back and looked at her exposed little rear hole. It was pink and wrinkled, almost winking at me, pulsing. We both moaned as I moved my head back and brought my tongue to the tiny hole, licking it with the flat of my tongue. Then I put my lips around it and began to suck the crinkled skin into my mouth.

"Oh—oh—oh—oh! Suck my ass, suck my ass, oh, god, Donnie ... you're driving me crazy," Lillian grunted as she pushed her ass back at my mouth. As my tongue slithered into her back passageway, Lillian shuddered as a climax ripped through her.

"Jesus, that was fast!" Edith groaned, viscerally deprived for the moment.

I abandoned Lillian and turned to her mother. "What?" Edith managed to blurt out before my hands took hold of her around the waist and lifted her until she sat upon the vanity, her back pressed against the mirror. With our eyes locked, I forced her thighs apart until she was totally open for me. Then I leaned in and began eating her out.

Like her daughter, Edith was quick to cum. I felt her hands at the back of my neck and looked up at her face. She was leaning back against the mirror and her eyes were closed, her face a mask of undisguised pleasure.

Looking into the mirror, I saw Lillian with one hand busily fingering herself, the other tormented a nipple. Our eyes met and she didn't look away. I saw that her breasts were heaving with excitement.

"Make her cum again, Donnie!" she hissed as her fingers made a squishy sound as they surged in and out of her fuck-hole.

I made quite a production of eating Edith out; using broad tongue strokes, and deliberately making sloppy slurping sounds, I took her labia between my lips and pulled my head back, stretching them obscenely away from their natural placement. When I let them go they sprang back like a rubber band. Then I would stiffen my tongue and repeatedly stab it into her dripping cunt.

In addition, I sent my forefinger into her ass while Edith moaned that I was killing her with my mouth.

Her movements made it difficult to maintain my position and so I stood straight up, pulled her off the vanity and pressed firmly on her shoulders.

Edith knew what to do and went to her knees, quickly stripping my pants and shorts down my legs. I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it at Lillian, who batted it away with her free hand.

"I want you both to suck me," I said firmly.

Moments later I lay on the bed with mother and daughter taking turns sucking my turgid cock.

When Edith relinquished it to Lillian she made right for my balls, bathing them with her tongue and then taking both into her mouth and repeating the bathing only in a more soothing manner.

Then with her index finger planted in my asshole, she abandoned my balls and recaptured my cock. Lillian went after my balls next and cried out in feigned shock when my middle finger slipped into her slippery ass. The bitch had already lubed herself back there!

I had to smile as Lillian's eyes moved from the finger in her ass to my throbbing cock currently held in her mother's fist.

My hips moved forward as I reached down and pushed Edith's head to my precum covered cockhead.

"Suck it!"

She gobbled me up, and used the age-old trick of looking up at me and meeting my eyes in a challenging way as her cheeks hollowed out from the suction she was applying to my shaft.

I turned to see the lust in Lillian's eyes as my dick surged in and out of her mother's mouth. She licked her lips absentmindedly as she focused on her mother's fellatio technique.

"Let Lillian have some, Edith, don't be greedy. After all, you invited her to the party."

Edith handed my dick over to her daughter, and after wiping her mouth off with her forearm, answered me back, saying: "It's her party, not mine. She threatened to tell her father about us."

I chided Lillian then, calling her a bad girl, and heard her giggle with my meat still in her mouth. It was a strange sound, but recognizable all the same.

I pulled my cock from her mouth and captured a long string of saliva with it that I wiped off on Lillian's face. 

Edith had moved closer to us, probably thinking I would offer my dick back to her. I didn't. Instead I took turns slapping the both of them across their faces with it. 

Not sure which one to fuck next, I pulled them both close and kissed one then the other. Soon we had a game going in which they took turns sending their tongues into my mouth.

"Donnie," Lillian said breathing heavily, "Wanna fuck me up the ass?"

I deliberately kissed her mother long and hard while deciding what to do with them.

"Fuck me, Donnie," Edith cooed. "You know you want too. Her ass can wait."

When I didn't respond, Edith, with her face coloring, said, "Um, you can use my ass if you prefer."

I kissed Edith again, long and hard. Lillian's hand snaked between us and took hold of my cock and began to jerk me off.

Breaking the kiss, I was surprised to see Edith move to cup her daughter's breast.

Lillian moaned with pleasure and Edith cupped the other breast as well, thumbing both nipples while her daughter purred contentedly.

"You know her so well, don't you, Edith?"

Edith laughed lewdly and gave me a vulgar snort, then placed her mouth on one of Lillian's jutting nips and gave suck.

Lillian moaned her appreciation.

I wondered if these two had played similar games before.

Edith's actions helped me decide my next course of action. I roughly shoved Edith aside and got between Lillian's legs. I can't swear to this, but I'm fairly certain that Edith was drooling when I shoved my cock into her daughter's cunt.

I can attest to the fact that she leaned in a watched closely as I fucked her daughter. I can further attest that I was moved by her interest and paused in mid-fuck to kiss her hard and even slipped some fingers into her juicy pussy before resuming my pounding into Lillian. 

It was then that I remembered Lillian had requested an ass fucking. I yanked my dick from her gushy twat, let her squawk at the loss, and then flipped her over on her stomach. My hands were shaking as I spread her cheeks apart and looked at her tight little hole and was reminded at how big it would get when we finished. 

Then I remembered Edith and looked up. She was kneeling in front of her daughter. Did she expect Lillian to eat her out as I fucked her up the ass? Her eyes wide as saucers, lust evident on her face.

I reached over and picked up a bottle of baby oil from the counter, poured a stream of oil on the top of Lillian's ass crack and watched as the slippery liquid slowly traveled down toward her little hole then rubbed it in. When I felt that she was lubricated enough inside, I pulled my fingers out and placed the head of my penis on the pink hole. I took the bottle of baby oil and squirted more oil onto the head and shaft.

"I'm ready for you, baby," Lillian said breathlessly.

I placed the head of my dick on the tight hole and pressed. Lillian moaned and pressed back at me as her asshole stretched. I moaned as her back passage opened and the head slipped inside. As her incredibly tight anal ring snapped around the crown of my cockhead, I felt the urge to cum right then. I fought to hold back my climax wondering how I could get the rest of my shaft into her body before I shot my load. 

Then Lillian shoved her ass back toward me.

I never fail to be amazed as my cock disappears into a woman's anus. I'm always reminded of feeling like a velvet glove is gripping my shaft as the anal muscles, pulsing repeatedly, squeeze me for all their worth.

Both her mother and I listen quietly as Lillian's little whimpers of pleasure/pain poured from her lips as I edged ever deeper into her. And finally vanished.

This is what we were both waiting for and Lillian began to move, I pulled back, letting half my cock slide out of her ass. It looked like I was turning her anal tube inside out as it fought to hold me inside. I pushed back in, bringing a muffled scream from Lillian, and then a series of 'Yes's' and 'Fuck me's' that resounded throughout the house.

I didn't wait to be told twice. Within seconds, my prick was moving in and out of her body, aided by the slick baby oil. I watched entranced as my cock pulled out then disappeared back inside, my balls slapping loudly against the dripping lips of her sex. 

"Give it to her, Donnie!" Her mother crowed. "Rip her apart with that big cock!"

"Donnie, Donnie, Donnie!" Lillian bawled as I slammed repeatedly into her, trying to do it harder with every thrust.

I had never felt anything so pleasurable in my young life. Lillian's tight asshole milked me, squeezing me better than she'd ever done before as she came for more than the first time.

Edith cackled with wanton glee as I pulled out of her daughter and sent jet after jet of steaming cum over her ass and lower thighs.

Edith took care of the two of us, using a washcloth to clean my cock of any fecal matter and then another clean cloth to wipe her daughter's ass clean of my sperm.

I had the two women suck on my cock after that and when I grew hard again, I used the last of my energy and had Lillian sit on my face and Edith impale herself on my semi-hard cock. Surprisingly we managed to go like that for some twenty or thirty minutes before the Momma bear came on my pole. Of course, the Baby bear had been cumming for some time, as I had a voracious appetite at the time.

Both mother and daughter were fully satisfied sexually, only wanting to know when we could have a repeat performance. I told them the truth, although I omitted a great deal saying I couldn't promise anything anytime soon. But this had been such a wonderful experience that I for one couldn't wait to do it again. What I left out was that I was leaving for Athens and the University of Georgia in two days. There was no way I could handle both Lillian and Edith the following day and they certainly knew it.

I kissed both their pussies and then their mouths and went home to sleep like a baby.

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Sensualist Ch. 13



Chapter 13 – The Last

Posted: October 24, 2014 - 05:55:05 pm

Arriving in Athens—Meeting Dolph, my roomie--Nikita, the Realtor

Before I ventured off to Athens on my own, I met with the family lawyers along with my mother for what she called, "A counseling session."

It may have started out that way, but wound up being a veritable list of do's and don'ts including her version of the Ten Commandments: Thou shalt brush thy teeth twice a day; thou shalt wear clean clothing on a daily basis; changing into evening attire after exercising during the day; and so on.

Of course I tuned her out, but when the lead attorney began speaking, I perked up and paid close attention to what he was saying.

"The University's policy is for freshmen and sophomores to live in the college dormitories. Your mother and I happen to think otherwise, if for no other reason than to spare you the tedium of living with someone beneath your means."

"Excuse me, sir, but where do you propose I live if not the dorm?"

"You are to meet with a representative of Colby & Meadows Realty on arriving in Athens. They will take you around to several townhouses that are relatively close to the campus, but not actually on the grounds. You may select one of your choosing, as we have approved those that will be shown to you, and the asking prices. However, we will deal with the actual price of sale, relieving you of that chore."

"Excuse me, sir, mother ... but I've read the prospectus, and it states that freshmen must live in the assigned dorm."

"And you will," the lead attorney said quickly. "However, you will spend a minimum amount of time there. Your roommate, whoever it is, will receive a stipend to act as though you are indeed living there. You will leave some personal items there, such as your old PC and a few posters and old books."

"So I'll have a roommate, but hardly ever see him."

"That's right," my mother said, and gave me her best smile. I should add that mother was not getting any better, and would soon be undergoing chemo treatments for the breast cancer that was attacking her body. I was really too young to fully understand the pain and suffering she was undergoing and that rather than interfering with my collegiate life, she was trying to protect me from life in general, as long as she possibly could.

Two days later I loaded up my car and left for Athens, giving my mother and sister, Ashley hugs and kisses. Ashley appeared to put her all into both the hug and the kiss, and I thought about it for a long time after. I recall reflecting that on my return home the following summer, she would be eighteen and more filled out. What was the possibility of adding her to my growing list of bedded women? I made a mental note to ask my older sister what she thought about the possibility as my house grew smaller in the rear-view mirror.

I should also mention that I didn't get together with Alice after returning from Hilton Head as her parents had grounded her for a month, with no exceptions for taking off for that weekend without their permission.

I never saw or heard anything about her cousin, Ronnie after that weekend.

I did get together with Lillian after banging her mother, and was delighted to find that she thought my fucking her mother up the ass a wonderful thing, and made me do her anally to celebrate the fact.

I arrived in Athens around six PM and found a very pleasant restaurant called Five & Ten. I would return there many times after that first repast of Potato Gnocchi; a dumpling concoction of cherry tomatoes, urfa chili, ricotta, roasted peanut, flowering basil, and parmesan cheese for my appetizer and Wild Sockeye Salmon, smothered in elliot pecans, grilled scallions, charred peppers and petite potatoes ... I had no problem at all in ordering an excellent bottle of white wine as alcohol can be served in restaurants in Georgia on attaining the age of eighteen.

After dinner, I drove onto the campus, found my dorm and met my roommate, one Dolph Adleroski. To my pleasant surprise, Dolph was also going out for the swimming team, and we hit it off well. He had no problem in accepting the fact that I was to be missing most of the time; and welcomed the news that he'd receive a small allowance for covering for me if it became necessary.

I brought some gear up to the dorm, obtains the necessary papers with which to sign in and asked Dolph if he wanted to go to the movies. He did, and we saw a re-run of an old film, before stopping off at The Globe Bar on North Lumpkin Street for burgers and beer before returning to the dorm and a good night's sleep.

The Globe had a rustic ambience perfect for the quieter crowd--erudite grad students, and corduroy professors sharing an interesting thought or story over a slow drink. Pleasantly devoid of adrenaline-fueled guzzlers and shouters, The Globe offered a much more laid back and mature atmosphere.

Within an hour, the bar filled up for the dinner rush, I was happy to see a diverse crowd. The bar is sit-as-you-come, so it's easy for a place to fill up quickly. We sat in a small enclosed outdoor sidewalk patio which was great for people watching. I would learn that after 10pm, the restaurant begins carding and is only open to age 21 and over only. It was on our second glass of wine that I learned Dolph knew a guy who knew a guy that would provide ID for a mere $50.

I took a liking to my new home quicker than I thought I would.

The following day I called the recommended realtor, Colby & Meadows, and introduced myself, and also mentioned my attorney's name and the fact that he had recommended their firm to help me find the requisite living accommodations; adding that I had a personal preference for something along the lines of a townhouse.

The receptionist welcomed my call and told me that I would be talking with Nikita Konstanty who happened to be on another line at the moment, and would I please hold?

I would, and did, listening to the usual rendition of Vivaldi's Four Season's that seemed to be everywhere that year.

A minute or so later, Ms. Konstanty came on and apologized for keeping me waiting. She had a very warm voice and was clearly very knowledgeable of type properties I was interested in. But confusion set in when I provided her with some basic information about myself. She seemed troubled that an eighteen-year-old would be looking for a home without the usual parental supervision.

When I thought it appropriate, I interrupted to tell her that I had all the legal backing required purchasing a home, and that my attorney had already clear that matter with her firm.

Ms. Konstanty apologized again, and after checking her notes found the document verifying my claim. At that point I suggested we meet and as it was fairly late in the workday that perhaps the following day would be better for the both of us.

Ms. Konstanty agreed, and asked if a restaurant on East Broad Street called East-West Bistro would be satisfactory. Not knowing anything about it, I accepted and agreed to meet her at 11:30 the next morning.

Wanting to appear as old as possible under the circumstances, I dressed with care for the appointment with the realtor. After pulling on a pair of mocha slacks, I spent several minutes trying to chose the right shirt and ended up selecting a pale yellow pull-over that would go with my ivory colored silk sports jacket and light brown tasseled loafers; and of course, no socks.

I was seated and waiting at the appointed time. Ms. Konstanty had yet to show. A friendly waitress brought me a glass of ice tea; and from my vantage point I studied the women coming and going, trying to guess which one was Ms. Konstanty.

Several attractive women came by, but failed to enter the restaurant. Perhaps she'd been delayed by a last minute caller, or had been kept late by another prospective buyer. Certainly she wasn't going to stand me up. That would be most unprofessional. But why didn't she call?

Then a stunning blonde got out of a Mercedes convertible, revealing a great deal of leg and thigh. If this was Ms. Konstanty I was in for a good day of house hunting.

But no--she turned to the left and entered the building next to the restaurant.

I looked at my watch. It was 11:40--she was ten minutes late. Were realtors usually this late for appointments? Quite frankly I had no point of reference. I assumed, they were usually prompt--and the reader knows, or should know, what that means, more often than not--and so, assumption aside, where the hell was she?

A Lincoln Town Car pulled in next to Mercedes, the female driving seemed to be in her late forties, slightly heavier than she should be. Oh well, any thoughts I might have been harboring about banging the realtor in return for the full commission on the townhouse evaporated. But this woman also passed by the restaurants entrance, walking down the street until out of my sight.

Now it was 11:45 and I was faced with the waitress returning to the table for a third time. I glanced at the menu and ordered the 'special', meatloaf and gravy with mashed potatoes and string beans.

Suddenly a vision in pale green appeared, striding gracefully across the macadam. Despite all the time that's passed since then, I can still relate exactly what I saw late that morning. A very attractive woman with brunette hair, cut short and wearing large framed sunglasses was walking swiftly across the lot headed for the restaurant. She had a large bag over her left shoulder and carried her car keys in that hand. In her right hand she held what appeared to be a Starbucks coffee container.

Having said that, it was the fact that her sizable nipples seemed to be trying their best to burst through the summer dress she wore. Ah, but there was more--with each and every step she took toward me, the light weighted dress, combined with the gentle breeze blowing at the moment, forced the material inward and provided me and anyone else looking in her direction, with an unparalleled sight of her camel-toed pussy.

My suddenly erect cock knew who the woman was before my brain did; although there was only a nano-second's difference.

I stood up as she entered the restaurant. She came directly to my table and said, "Mr. Clark?"

I was surprised that the cat didn't have my tongue, and answered, "I'm so pleased to meet you, Ms. Konstanty."

Her eyes quickly swept over me, most certainly took in the protuberance in my mocha slacks as well as the rest of my attire, and smiled at me. It was a lovely smile, but not the one I would come to know more intimately. This was merely her usual business smile, offering nothing sensual behind it, only the perfunctory friendliness in making the acquaintance of someone for the first time.

"Please, sit down," I said, and she did.

"I'm sorry I'm late, but there was a last second call from a buyer and..."

"I understand I only sat down a moment ago myself.'

I was struggling to keep my eyes on her face and not the nipples. I also managed to put the camel-toe out of my mind for most, but not all of our meeting.

"May I call you Donald, Mr. Clark?"

"Yes, of course, and may I call you, Nikita?"

"Certainly, I was going to tell you too, but..." she laughed, a light, pleasurable tinkling sound it seemed. "I admit it; I'm surprised that you beat me to it."

"I surprise a lot of people, Nikita. I've had to head the household since my father passed away and my mother was stricken with breast cancer."

"Oh, I'm so sorry..." she said as our server appeared and placed a menu before her.

"I'm sorry, but I ordered a moment ago."

"Well, I'm late," she said, and to the waitress still standing next to the table, she said, but I'll have the chef's Salad and a glass of iced tea, please."

It occurred to me that she must have disposed of the Starbucks container on entering the restaurant, but neither of us felt a need to comment about it. Nikita took a deep breath and then took a folder from her purse and opened it.

"Here are a couple of townhouses you might like," she said and pushed some papers across the table.

Our waitress brought Nikita's iced tea and left as I perused the basic details of the first town house.

"You'll see," Nikita said pointing to what to me was a seedy looking building that I immediately dismissed "that here in Athens we have few townhouses available. I doubt you'll care for this, but it is available and I'm obligated to show it to you."

"Why don't we just stick to those properties that meet my criteria and that are available?" I said, backing it up with my best smile.

"Yes, of course," she responded, pulling out a second folder. "Let's forget about townhouses and discuss homes. I'd say you want about 2000 plus square feet..."

I nodded.

" ... three or more bedrooms, a den or study, three or more baths..."

I interrupted her, saying, "Pool, lawn maintenance are musts..." Nikita nodded and kept going, making mental notes of my requirements.

The waitress brought our meals to the table and we continued talking as we ate.

"I'm surprised at the lack of townhouses here in town," I said, and shoveled a heaping fork full of meatloaf into my mouth, giving Nikita an opportunity to answer me.

"It's primarily a college town. People living here tend to stay, so they buy homes. Students are essentially transients, who either live in the dorms, or rent apartments. Apartments we have in abundance, especially at this time of year. I take it you have no interest in an apartment?"

I swallowed the meatloaf before answering. "That's correct. My reasoning is that I have the comfort I want while here at the university and that I sell or rent the property on graduating."

"Would you be thinking of renting out one or more of your bedrooms--say if you bought a four bedroom home?"

That had not occurred to me, and I simply said, "And why would I do that?"

Nikita put down her fork and looked me in the eye. "May I be frank, Mr. Clark?"

"Please do."

"You're a young man, young men usually, and please forgive me if I'm wrong about this, but young men such as yourself are generally horny."

That comment lowered the level, and I must have revealed my heightened interest in her statement for Nikita went right on with her pitch. I call it a pitch for that's exactly what it was--a ploy to interest me in buying a large home, ostensibly to house a harem. I confess to liking her idea, even before it was fully outlined.

"Such a residence would allow you to rent rooms to some of the many females attending the university who deplore dorm life, and don't want to live in an apartment, but prefer a house with a man running it."

"Could you please elaborate on that last part: um, about them preferring a house with a man um, living in it?"

"I said 'running it, ' Mr. Clark. Surely you have that capability, you told me that since your father passed away you were the man of the house, isn't that right?"

"It is, right, and I'm intrigued by your suggestion. Tell me, Nikita; are there many such arrangements currently underway here in Athens?"

"Not to my knowledge, Mr. Clark."

"Please, I prefer you call me Donald, or Don."

"Yes, of course. So Donald, are you interested in such an arrangement?"

"I am, provided it doesn't prove a distraction to my studies."

"That would be entirely up to you, Don." She pronounced my name slowly as if savoring it.

I permitted myself to look at her nipples, still seemingly eager to escape their confinement from under the green summer dress she wore.

She waited until I met her eyes again; saying nothing, and not doing anything to indicate that I'd overstepped expected boundaries.

"I have another condition, Nikita."

She wiped her mouth with a napkin and smiled at me. "Yes, Don?"

"When one or more of the renters proves ... difficult, will you help me get rid of her?"

"You want me to kill her, Don?" Nikita was smiling, so I knew she was joking.

"No," I replied, "no killing. Let's just say, she and I no longer get along, will you help me get her out of the house?"

"I'll do what I can, but I presume you'll have your tenants sign a lease, and there could be a problem with that."

"So, do you--or should I say, do you know of someone who can design a lease that works in my favor, particularly in such matters?"

"I do. But I'm divorcing him."

"Oh, I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be. He's a jerk--but I'd rather not talk about it."

Certainly, but may I ask when the two of you broke up?"

"No, you may not!" she said snappishly, and made as if to rise from the table, but apparently thought better of it and sat back down.

"I'm sorry," I said and meant it, nervously toying with my food with a constantly moving fork.

"It's okay," Nikita said softly. "You don't understand what's going on inside my head, and I don't know what's going on in yours either. So let's let a minute go by and then resume our previous discussion."

I nodded in agreement and tried to eat some of my meal.

Nikita broke the silence to say: "The reason I broached the girls moving in with you is that I have a house that lends itself to just that. You can afford it and when you decide to sell, it will move quickly. I couldn't in all honesty expect you or your law firm to agree to purchase that much more house than you obviously require. So I brought up the girls as potential tenants. I apologize for that. I should have stuck to your basic needs and left it at that."

"No--no!" I blurted. "I like the idea!" I hadn't thought of it, in fact, it was probably the furthest thing..."

"But?" Nikita added.

"I like it, now my attorney won't, but perhaps I can convince him by saying I might consider renting to an older male, say a professor, or some such person."

Nikita smiled at me and I damn near melted on the spot. "Perhaps we should take a look at the property then?" she purred.

"Let's do that!" I answered no longer hungry for food.

Nikita insisted on paying for lunch and I let her, for she agreed to let me pay for our next meal together.

I had a leisurely look at the crack of her ass as she led the way to her car, a BMW, about four or five years old. I opened her door and she got in, flashing a good bit of thigh. I didn't linger overly long looking at her, but skipped around the front of the BMW and got in on the passenger side and promptly buckled up the seat belt.

"You have very good manners, Don."

"Thank you, Nikita, I try."

"I meant in regard to staring at my breasts and legs as I got into the car."

"I assure you it wasn't easy."

Nikita laughed at that and lightly rested a hand on my thigh. "I have a feeling that we'll become good friends, Donald." Then after giving my thigh a light squeeze she started the car and drove to the house she was recommending I share with a girl or two.

Arriving at the house, I quickly got out and opened her door. It was very hard not to look at her lovely legs especially as she stepped out of the car, revealing a lot more of her lovely thighs. Our eyes met and we both smiled knowingly as she smoothed her skirt to make it slide down again.

I took a deep breath as her movement accentuated the camel-toe and the vertical smile that seemed to beckon me closer. This time she saw what I was looking at and did something with the dress that eliminated the sensual clinginess and hid her sex from view. It didn't matter; the image was burned into the dark recesses of my mind forever.

"Sorry," she mumbled, "I didn't realize..."

"I'm sorry too," I said, causing her to give me a look that told me she didn't believe a word I'd just said.

The house itself was full of 'special' features. The kitchen was recently updated and more modern than the one I'd spent my life in. When Nikita bent slightly to show me a lower cabinet in the kitchen the sight of her dress stretched tightly across her shapely rear had me nursing a mighty erection that I tried to hide from her by keeping my body half turned away from her.




Sensualist Ch. 13



It wasn't long before she was leading me upstairs; her lovely rear inches from my face as we took to the stairs. Reaching the top, she turned as if to make sure I was following since I had fallen silent. She caught me looking and asked, "What do you think of the features so far?"

I answered with one word, "Impressive."

As we toured the second floor and its four bedrooms I asked her how I might fit the tenants in without undue separation of the sexes.

"That's easy--everything is coed. You might make the master bathroom off-limits, leaving the two females to share the guest bath witch you can see it just between both guest bedrooms."

I could see that the overall design lent itself to the arrangement we had discussed, and nodded my agreement.

After a quick walk around the grounds and look at the closest neighboring homes, Nikita told me she had one other house that I should also see, if only to make a judgment through comparing the two.

The second house, also empty, was even more gorgeous than the first. Again I helped Lillian out of the car and since it had warmed up quite a bit, I took my jacket off and placed it on the back seat.

I found this house also had many special features, but in all honesty, at this point my focus was really on Nikita. It was such a pleasure to watch her move. It seems as though as she showed each of the home's features, she was also showing her own features off. I just loved the wiggle of her hips and ass as she led me from room to room.

Unfortunately, these were the only two properties we could see this day, but she had one more vacant one to show me the following day and then one that was still occupied and fully furnished to show the day after that. As we rode back to the restaurant where my car was parked, we agreed on an appointment time the next afternoon at two.

I used the dorm room that night since I was scheduled to meet the Swimming Coach the following morning. Dolph and I made straight for his office, fearing that a stop for a quick breakfast might make us late for this, our first contact with the man we fully expected to be our mentor for the next four years.

Coach Dick Flippen was in his late thirties, and was renowned for the swimming records he had broken during his career, which included two Olympics in addition to his glowing collegiate career.

Dolph and I sat quietly as he methodically reviewed our high school achievements. To me, they sounded quite similar. To Coach Flippen, Dolph was further advanced in speed, and technique. He coated those facts to save me embarrassment by stating that we were both starting off on the same page, and that our times in practice would determine if we would make the varsity this year or just the JV.

Neither of us fully understood what he meant, but we assumed that A. we would have to make the team (which was correct) and B. that we had a chance at making the varsity. (Not a chance.)

We left his office with instructions on where the team practiced and the times: Twice a day, at 5:30 AM and again at 7:00 PM. And that was seven days a week unless notified otherwise; and that began that evening, as far as we were concerned.

In the event that a class or exam conflicted with practice, we were to notify the coach beforehand, not after missing practice. He did show some compassion, saying that he understood the need for some free time and would provide for it--on his terms.

The meeting was really short and concise, which I appreciated. It told me that the coach was serious about his work and that I would undoubtedly benefit from his tutoring.

Dolph and I had breakfast at the school cafeteria, and discussed the forthcoming season that began in only five weeks at the University of Kentucky. We also discussed our respective styles and found that we shared several strokes, with his times in the backstroke and butterfly better than mine. My times in Freestyle breaststroke were slightly better than his. Basically, we were relatively equal, and it was obvious that we'd be competing with one another for positions on the varsity following our freshmen year.

For those of you not all that familiar with competitive swimming, let's just say that people of all ages and skill levels compete in swimming, and the type of swim meet or swimming event they are entering determines the types and lengths of the races they swim. Swim meets are held in either short-course pools that are 25 yards or 25 meters long, or long-course pools that are 50 meters long. Open-water swimming events are held in lakes, rivers or oceans, and the distance of the races can vary from 500 meters or less up to 6.2 miles or longer. Competitive swimming features four strokes -- freestyle, breaststroke, backstroke and butterfly. Freestyle races in swimming pools can be anywhere from 25 yards to 1,500 meters, while the other strokes are raced at 200 meters or less. The length of races is also determined by the ages of the swimmers; high school and college meets typically have just one sprint race -- the 50-yard freestyle -- while masters swim meets for those 18 years old and older feature sprint races in all four strokes.

The University of Georgia has had a bumpy road when measuring success in swimming and diving competitions. During the 1050's Georgia reigned supreme, but fell on hard times in the 1960's and 1970's. In 1979, Jack Bauerle, a four-year letter winner for the Bulldogs, took over coaching duties for the women and for the men in 1983. During the 1980s, Bauerle returned Georgia swimming into the national spotlight it had enjoyed in the 1950s.

And it has remained there to this day. Now neither Dolph nor I were on scholarship but were considered walk-ons, although virtually guaranteed spots on the freshman team. If our times warranted it, we would be awarded scholarships in our sophomore years. I didn't need one, but wouldn't turn one down, after all, money was money, and money not spent on tuition was money saved.

With actual class work beginning in a week, I found the early call to practice difficult at first, but soon made it a part of my everyday life.

Dolph and I arrived at the first practice early, anxious to impress the coaching staff with our skills. We didn't, or at least that's what we both thought after a grueling session of sprints using every type of stroke there is.

After showering and getting dressed, we commiserated each other, and then decided that tomorrow was another day, but realized that another session was on for 7 that night and our spirits rose.

At any rate, I had recovered after an early lunch and met Nikita at her office. She was dressed less provocatively than the day before, in a business suit with a shorter skirt than previously, but with less of bodily parts visible. She still exuded sex as far as I was concerned, and this time I was certain it was for my benefit.

The conversation flowed evenly as we drove to the next appointed property. We were becoming familiar with each other and each of us sought different avenues to further that familiarity.

"All I know about you is that you're divorcing your present husband," I started to say, but Nikita cut me off.

"Correct, and that's all I have to say about it."

"But is there another guy in your life at the moment?"

"What kind of question is that, Donald?"

"I think it means I'm curious about you."

"Really?" she took a moment to think about what I'd said, and then told me, "If you're interested in me in a way that's different from the agent customer level say so, Donald."

I was caught off guard and stammered--hating myself for it, but unable to do otherwise just then. "I--I--I guess I am..."

"You guess?"

I took a deep breath and forced myself to tell her how I felt. Denise had advised me to be blunt with women, especially older women. The bashful boy approach might work with young women, especially the teens to early twenties types if you share their age grouping, but not with more mature women.

"You want to hear it from me? All right, I've wanted you from the moment I first saw you. I can't think of a more provocative ... no, make that sexually provocative picture you made walking across the street in that green dress. My God, Nikita, your entire body was on display whether you knew it or not. And then you come to MY table. MY table! I'm eighteen--of course I want you! I'm a walking erection for God's sake!"

Nikita's nostril's flared and her breasts rose and fell faster than usual, but otherwise she gave no overt signs of having been affected my words as she continued driving to the next house on our list.

After we got out of the car, I walked from the front of the house to its side, appraising it. I liked what I saw, but knew that I had no experience in assessing what I really needed in a house.

Nikita gave me a few minutes to absorb things before asking: "So, what do you think?"

"So far, so good," I replied.

She unlocked the front door--I noticed that there was no universal locking device on it-- but I didn't think about it then as I was busy thinking about the exotic perfume she was wearing, and made a mental note to find out what kind it was.

There was one other clue as to what lay ahead. Nikita began touching me. Not that she hadn't done so before but the touches were more frequent and somehow more intimate. In addition to the touching, she was using provocative poses, bending over, tightening the material of the skirt covering her ass making it prominent, and then moments later thrusting those impressive breasts out. Eye candy, pure and simple, and I was enjoying the demonstration.

We were in the spacious kitchen when I remarked on having enjoyed cooking some meals for my mother and sister during the last year. I was actually wondering what she was doing. She certainly wasn't showing me the house in the usual manner.

"Really, you can cook?"" Nikita said, sounding impressed, while managing to make those breasts just a little more prominent.

"Not that well. I can prepare a couple simple dishes like pasta and sausage and peppers. But I messed up when I tried lasagna."

"They're very similar; perhaps I can show the difference," she said, licking her lips with a bright pink tongue. My dick hardened.

"That would be very kind of you, Nikita," positioning myself so that she wouldn't see the obvious bulge in my slacks.

"Do you have a girlfriend back in Savannah?"

Looking back, I think that was the moment things changed between us; no longer was it realtor/client, but predator and prey, only I was never certain as to which of us was which.

I was looking into a kitchen cabinet at the time. I kept my back to her as I responded, for my erection was certainly prominent just then. "Um, I had one, yes. But she's off to college too. Maybe we'll see one another over the holidays ... maybe not."

"Do you miss her?" she inquired as we made our way into the master bedroom on the first floor.

"Well, it's only been three days since we saw one another, but yes, I do." It seemed right to omit the mother/daughter relationship I'd had with Lillian and Edith as that might muddy the waters between Nikita and me.

"Sexually? I mean, did the two of you have sex regularly?" Nikita said as she closed the distance between us.

"What?" Was she really asking me that?

I turned to look at Nikita; her right breast was now pressed against my shoulder. She was coming on to me. There was no mistake about it.

"You know what you're doing?" I said in a husky voice.

"Yes," she purred. It sounded like liquid silk being poured into my ears. "There's an aura of innocence about you ... and yet you seem ... experienced in ways that boys your age shouldn't be."

I put my arm around her. "I'm not a virgin. In fact, I'm far from that point."

"Oh?"

I squeezed her upper arm just before I kissed her on the neck. She remained in place, stroking my hair as I continued nuzzling her neck. Her hair was thick and brushed in swirls. It was delightful to touch.

"Don't leave any marks on me," she moaned.

It was the first time a woman had said that to me. Did it mean there was someone else? Who, was it the husband? But she'd told me they were getting divorced or something to that effect. Was there another man in the picture?

I realized she hadn't told me to stop. In fact, she'd told me not to leave any marks on her--visible marks. My right hand moved to her soft rump and pulled her closer to me.

She took my left hand and brought it to her breast and kissed my hair. Our mouths converged and our lips touched. I felt the heat of her suntanned body and suddenly realized that I'd never had any idea of what a kiss could be. She opened and closed her mouth, slowly at first, then wider, changing the angle, her chin lifting, her lips dry and smooth, her face confident and serene and lusty. When she let her hands slide down on my chest and bit through the material of my shirt to pinch my nipple couldn't swallow. I gulped, once and then a second time when her hand found my erection and her fingers slowly traveled its length.

"What do you want to do?" she whispered between kisses.

"I want to undress you," I said, sure of myself for the first time since we'd walked into the house. "And then I want to make love to you."

I hardly noticed the rest of the room as she pulled off her light jacket. She was wearing a white blouse and dark skirt, and her body swayed as if there was music. When she unbuttoned the blouse – with her back to me – I suddenly realized she was naked beneath it. She turned to face me, her hands covering her breasts, and I stared at her with open awe.

The blouse pooled around her waist. Her breasts were lovely, with a near perfect slope to them, and with strawberry tipped nipples that begged to be suckled.

It took most of my will power, but I managed to refrain from touching them, but I did let my hands slid down her arms and felt the goosebumps rising as I did.

Off in the distance I heard my name being called, and I almost turned to see who else was in the room with us; but in my heart I knew it was Nikita calling me.

I dropped slowly to my knees. Nikita had already undone the zipper to her skirt and all it took was a slight tug from me and it floated down to settle around her ankles. I carefully lifted one foot at a time so that she could step out of the skirt entirely. I leaned back and took in her magnificent form--clad only in heels, stockings, garter belt, and thong.

It seemed an eternity before I rose to my feet and cupped her breasts in my hands.

Nikita shuddered as I caressed her alabaster breasts, thumb strumming the tips of the nipples. Her pelvis lurched toward me, apparently in need of bodily contact with me. I moved to meet her halfway.

One of us made a guttural moan. I was never quite sure who made the sound.

Nikita licked the inside of my ear as I prodded her with my erection that I would later find had ruined a perfectly good pair of slacks with precum stains.

Her nipples were rock hard, standing out aching to be touched, and I took each into my mouth and chewed, sucked and nipped at each one in turn.

She was breathing hard and steadily squeezing my erection.

"Take it out," I croaked. "You know you want too."

The sound of my zipper being lowered filled the room. I felt a cool breeze as my steamy cock greeted the fresh air of the room; and then her mouth closed down on it and with the ensuing warmth I think I screamed, "YES!"

There was a wondrous minute when her tongue did some simply fantastic things to my penis before I realized that I had to take control of the situation or risk being dominated by her powerful personality. How this came to me I'll never know, but it seemed the only thing to do at the time.

It was with a trembling hand I gingerly removed my cock from her mouth and motioned for her to sit on the bed. Her eyes were glowing with lust, and a string of saliva hung from her lower lip not unlike a line of sperm after ejaculation.

I forced myself to go slowly and rolled each stocking down her leg then tossed them on the chair next to the bed. Nikita's hand went to her center and first one then two fingers surged in and out of the wet morass that was her cunt.

"You ... you..." She half gurgled, eyes closed, fingers blurred as they foraged for satisfaction within her vulva.

Next off was her thong. It felt as if I were peeling a large grape as it slipped past her neatly trimmed bush, and when she raised her hips to help in removing them, I caught a quick glimpse of her anus and made a silent vow to take her there at the earliest opportunity.

I saw her eyes open. Saw her look at her reflection in the mirror atop the dresser, and then at me as I quickly removed my clothes and joined her on the bed.

"You're bigger than I thought you'd be," she purred as she reached out to cup my testicles.

Holding myself in one hand, I let my cock brush against her buttock and felt her shiver with expectation. My cock found its own way into the cleft of her ass. My mouth started kissing her between the shoulder blades, and then her lower back. I think I was afraid to kiss her lips again, for the magical spell that first kiss we shared was still reverberating throughout my body.

Had it affected her as well? I wondered as my lips pressed into the back of her right knee and then the left.

"Who--who taught you that?" Nikita whispered dreamily.

"An older woman, or two spent considerable time with me," I answered, trying to be vague but still answering her question.

"They--they did a wonderful job, Donnie," she squeaked hoarsely, and laughed at the sound.

"They did, didn't they?" I murmured as I kissed each buttock in turn.

"Taste me, baby," she said in the same creaky voice. She held her juicy-wet fingers to my mouth.

I accepted them, sucking her cunt juice from them and deciding that she had a sweeter taste than most, if not all of those I had sampled before.

"Nice," I said when she plucked the fingers from my mouth and brought them to her own, with a prolonged, "Mmmmmm," of satisfaction.

I chose that moment to kiss her again, pulled the fingers from her mouth as gently as possible; I brought my mouth down on hers and soaked in the magic of her mouth and tongue. No one before or since has created such feelings with a simple kiss. Hundreds have taken the test unknowingly, and while some were better than others, and all, or almost all, were very good, none has come close.

It may sound sad, but I assure the reader that I have enjoyed thousands and thousands of kisses with my Nikita over the years, and it's almost always the same wonderful experience--for both of us, for she feels the same way about our kisses.

With one last moan from Nikita into my mouth, I broke the kiss and moved quickly down her body to her tailbone just above the crack of her ass, and then reversed course and prodded her clit with my tongue, startling her.

"OH, Don!" she gasped.

"Like it?"

"Heavens yes!"

I took hold of her buttocks and brought her pussy tight against my face and then began eating her.

Tern seconds later, Nikita screamed as a massive orgasm rocked her body.

I kept at her and brought her off at least two more times before she shoved me away pleading that she was unable to take any more at the moment.

The sheets on the bed were soaked with Nikita's juices.

"Whoever owns this place is going to be pissed about the sheets," I said after catching my breath.

Nikita held up her hand, but unable to speak, kept it raised for several more seconds. "Don't worry," she said finally. "It's my place."

I started to laugh. I was both relieved and gratified to know that she'd known what was going to happen between us.

Nikita began laughing too, saying, "So now you know I planned to seduce you."




Sensualist Ch. 13



"Yeah, but now that I like this place you're telling me it's not for sale unless I fuck you senseless, right?"

Her agreeable nod sent the two of us into another round of uninhibited laughter during which I gently pried her legs apart and knelt between them.

"Mmmm, c'mon, give it to me, Donnie!"

I needed no further coaxing, and sent my red-hot dick into her slick as silk entrance. One additional thrust and I was fully embedded in her.

"Start slow, Donnie. I want you to last," she said breathlessly, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

I used long, slow, deep thrusts, making sure to maintain contact with her clit with each and every one of them.

Nikita confided later that she started cumming with the second stroke and kept on cumming until after I'd emptied my balls into her some ten minutes later.

There was one thing I should mention here, and that is when I finally began extracting my still solid dick from her sodden cunt, her pussy gasped as if sucking desperately for air.

"It doesn't want you to leave, baby," Nikita said and then giggled lewdly.

"Well I can put it back in there, if you want," I said.

"Give me a minute to recover will you, sweetie? I'm still cumming."

"Okay ... Um, what time is it?"

Nikita glanced at her wristwatch. "It's early, just a quarter after six."

"JESUS, I'M GONNA BE LATE!"

I'd completely forgotten that swimming practice began at seven!

I threw on my clothing and then realized that Nikita had driven me to the house. I needed a ride, and she wasn't dressed.

I needn't have worried about that, she was miles ahead of me, throwing on a robe and donning a pair of slippers she met me at the door as I stepped into my shoes and then we drove to campus, less than a mile from the house. I made practice with four minutes to spare.

Dolph gave me a look as if to say, "Where the hell were you?" which I ignored.

Needless to say, my times in each event were terrible. I tried telling Coach Flippen that I didn't feel well, and he nodded his head, but I could see he didn't buy my story.

I vowed then and there never to let sex come between me and my commitments, whether they were school related or business related later in life. I think I can say that I've managed to keep the vow, although there were some very close calls over time.

The End of Book One

Sensualist – Freshman Year - Book Two coming soon