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Sharing  Fantasies

By: TonyDowse



The following is a modified extract from a novel length work entitled - 'Alissa' - which is unable to be reproduced on this site.

SHARING FANTASIES

Chapter 1

Afterglow - David's Fantasy

I was lying there bathed - no wallowing, luxuriating - in the warm afterglow of some absolutely fabulous sex. No, what we had done was much more than that - the things we had shared, and the feelings experienced while doing them had lifted us out of that often quite mundane activity - we had truly, truly, been making love.

Alissa was young, in fact by my middle-aged standards she was very young - and until a few hours earlier the mere idea that I might even spend time alone with her would have seemed perfectly ridiculous. But now, after what in hindsight seemed a most improbable set of circumstances, I had - and not only that, I had spent most of it in her bed!

She may have been young, her body still in that first flush of mouth-watering feminine curvaceousness, but both she and it were neither virginal, nor lacking in creative audacity - and in the hour or so we had been there she had drained me, both figuratively and, by the feel of the state of my body, quite literally.

I'm not certain of what I was thinking, or even if I was even capable of thought - maybe I was wondering just how long my body would need to rest before I could even attempt starting again. But then her voice broke through the clouds of pleasure-filled satiation that were drifting through me.

'So what do you usually do now? Go to sleep? That's what most guys seem to do.'

Although one part of me wanted to agree, sleep would give my over-exercised body time to recoup some of its strength, another simply refused to waste one single precious minute of being with her.

'Sometimes, but not right now.' I said as I rolled on to my side and kissed the nearest part of her.

She giggled softly. 'That's nice, but right now I doubt if you're capable of much more than that - though you'll make me very happy if in a little while you feel like starting again.'

'Oh I think you can be sure of that.' I replied. 'In the meantime we can chat.' I added, in answer to her original question, at the same moment wondering just what the hell Alissa and I might possibly have in common to talk about.

"I know, pillow-talk!' she responded enthusiastically. 'Sex-talk, your experiences, dreams, that kind of stuff. No - I know what would be even better than that, fantasies, we can talk about our fantasies! But' - she added as she slid off the bed - 'first we'll need something to drink. I think I've still got the last of a bottle of white wine in the fridge, will that be OK?'

'Fine.' I muttered, watching her taut little buttocks jiggling as she headed for the kitchen - then once they had gone found myself both wondering whether what I would be offered would be anything but some sort of sweetened vinegar, and speculating as to what sort of fantasies I'd be expected to exchange in return.

But then the thought of Alissa's body, and the amazingly miraculous things it could do for me, flooded back - and if all it took to be able to re-savour it was the downing of a few mouthfuls of some cheap and nasty wine, and the telling of one or two of my all too frequently used fantasies, so be it!

She returned a few minutes later, carrying a bottle and two near-full tumblers of a pale yellow liquid. But she could have been bearing the British crown jewels and I wouldn't have cared, all I could see was the tangle of honey-blonde hair framing her cornflower blue eyes and cherry-red lips - and of course, gently swaying beneath them, those utterly adorable and perkily rose-tipped, breasts.

Having passed me a glass she slid down beside me. 'I hope you've been getting your thoughts together while I've been gone.' she whispered conspiratorially. 'I have.'

Partly to slake my undoubted thirst, but also to give myself a little more time to think, I slowly sipped small mouthfuls from the tumbler. I was pleasantly surprised, the wine - a light Chardonnay style - was very acceptable. 'This is nice.' I said. 'Refreshingly fruity, and not too sweet.'

'I'm glad you like it, there's still a bit more left if you fancy it later - I mean after you have told me a fantasy!'

'Are you quite sure this is what you want us to do? Fantasies are so very personal - and usually have nothing at all to do with reality.'

'Oh I know that!' she responded. 'But I've always loved reading erotica, and, well please don't take this the wrong way, but with all the experience you've had at writing that, by now you must have an almost encyclopaedic collection of fantasies.'

I chuckled, then took another sip of wine. 'So this is why you agreed to having sex with a much older man, just because it would give you an opportunity to go data-mining his store of creativity.'

She punched me, playfully. 'Not true! You know very well why I wanted to have sex with an 'older man' - as you put it - it's because I'd read that it takes much longer for older men to come, so giving me time to have lots of orgasms. As I did, and that's not even counting the grand finale you gave me.' she added affectionately.

'I'm glad I didn't disappoint.'

'Far from it - but now stop messing about, it's time to tell me at least one of your fantasies.'

'OK - but I actually have various sorts of fantasies, as I suspect most people do. There are those, quite fleeting moments; when you see someone, somewhere, and have a brief, maybe momentary flash of what it might be like to have sex with them. Then there are those I come up with when I'm writing; in those the characters themselves sometimes seem to actually orchestrate what happens, I often get the feeling I'm merely observing and recording their entire range of activities. Then there are my much more personal ones; the ones I use when I'm alone.'

'You mean the ones you masturbate to?' she asked.

'Yes, that's right.'

'It's one of those I want to hear.'

'OK - but those are much longer, and far more complex.' I warned

'Well I'm not planning on going anywhere soon, are you?' she replied as she snuggled herself closer.

'Not right now.'

'Then let's hear one of those - but make sure you don't use any euphemisms, I want to hear real words! None of this, 'and then we made love', I want all the gory details, 'big, powerfully throbbing cocks thrusting into sopping wetly clinging pussies', 'thick, juicy dollops of semen spouting everywhere'. All that sort of stuff, OK?'

'Well if that's what you really want, here goes.' I began once I'd made myself comfortable. 'One of my favourites takes place in a large country town, I'm there on business for a few days and I'm staying at a rather up-market motel. The core building is pretty old, it had obviously originally been used for something quite different but had had a lot of money spent on re-modelling and upgrading it. Now although the individual rooms are each very well-appointed some other parts of the place are a bit rambling, lots of winding corridors, that sort of thing, so when you first arrive and don't yet know the layout, it's easy to get lost.

It was getting rather late when I arrived and by the time I had checked-in and taken my bags to the room it was well after eight o'clock. Knowing that country motel kitchens often finish relatively early I decided I had better not waste time showering and changing but get across to the restaurant straight away.

There were only half a dozen or so people there; a group of three or four men who looked and sounded like local businessmen, a middle aged couple who were presumably on a touring holiday, and a woman, like myself, on her own. The waitress was homely with a very friendly manner, and immediately showed me to a table, gave me the menu and took my order for a drink.

Whether it was purely by chance, the table I had been given gave me a direct view of the woman sitting on her own and as I was looking through the menu I happened to glance up - and found her watching me. I felt momentarily embarrassed, you know that feeling you get when someone catches you staring at them, and so quickly looked back down again. It didn't take me long to sort out what I felt like eating and when the waitress brought me my drink I gave her my order. With all that done I relaxed, but as I raised my glass and looked up, I found the woman was still looking my way, and then as I sipped, she smiled.

Obviously I couldn't ignore a friendly gesture so I raised my glass and smiled back, using that opportunity to take a better look at her. She was extremely attractive, very white skin and really glossy black hair pulled tightly back behind her head and although I couldn't really see much more than her face and shoulders I still got the impression that she was tall and slim. But perhaps the most immediately noticeable detail from that distance was that for someone with such dark hair, her eyes were a very pale colour.

Just then the waitress crossed between us and placed down what was obviously her desert, and a couple of minutes later my own meal arrived. Then, while to anybody watching we would have both appeared to be concentrating on our food, from time to time our eyes continued to meet, and when they did we exchanged several more smiles. So in one way she didn't really take me completely by surprise when, as the waitress cleared her plate, I saw her saying something to her, then nodding in my direction before getting up and coming across to my table.

'I don't know about you but I really hate eating alone, so although I only have coffee to come would you mind if I joined you while you finish eating?' she said.

In the minute or so it took her to cross to my table I saw that my first impressions had been correct, she was tall, almost as tall as I am. Tall, but with an almost classic hour-glass shaped body; nicely rounded hips, a really tiny waist, and breasts that pushed her jacket sharply forward. The jacket was part of a very smart two-piece business suit, black; tailored to fit very snugly, and with a skirt that left a fair bit of her extremely long, and obviously shapely legs in view.

I don't know whether my face registered surprise, delight, excited anticipation or all three, but she gave me a broad smile, said - 'I'll take that to mean you don't mind.' - and sat down opposite me.

That gave me the chance to get a much better look at her and the first thing I saw was that her eyes were even more extraordinary than I had thought. They weren't the colour I had assumed they would be, blue, they were actually grey, flecked with pale green highlights. And as she sat down one glance confirmed what I had thought about the size of her breasts, from close to they appeared exceptional. The suit jacket had a deeply cut vee front and beneath it she had on a very fine silk blouse, also with a vee neck-line, and the way the blouse and jacket bulged, plus the well defined cleavage I could see, gave me a very good idea of just how much firm flesh there was underneath.

Her coffee arrived and while I continued my meal, we talked. Her name was Tara, she was also in the town on business, her work involved putting together what she called 'rescue packages' for ailing farm properties. Sometimes that involved selling all or part of them, but more often she was able to help the owner by advising on new or additional activities; sometimes things for tourists, trail riding, walking trips, that sort of thing. Anyway, as there were some common areas between my consulting business and what she did I was genuinely interested and we continued talking long after I had finished eating.

By then the other diners had gone and eventually it became obvious that the waitress was anxious to finish clearing away, so I suggested she join me for a night-cap, finish our conversation in my room. She gave me another, much warmer smile and answered. 'I would like that David, but let me suggest my room rather than yours. I was given a rather excellent bottle of brandy the other day, a sort of thank-you gift, come and help me sample it.'

That sounded even better than my own idea and as I followed her through the winding maze of corridors to her room I took the opportunity to admire the way her bottom moved beneath the skirt, feeling my cock responding to both that and the thought of what the rest of the evening might have in store.

We talked for some time, the conversation helped along by each of us drinking a couple of glasses of her excellent brandy, but although I was able to keep my end of the conversation reasonably sensible I was only using part of my brain for that, the other part had been swamped with a desire to make love with her. Desire that had been brought on by a whole range of things; the nearness of her, the subtle perfume she wore, the deep cleavage between her breasts and the amount of thigh the short skirt left on view. But what I found in some ways even more seductive than all those very obvious physical attributes was the smiling promise I thought I saw in those extraordinary eyes.

When the urge inside grew just too strong I finally took her near empty glass and put both it and mine down on a nearby table, then turning to face her I slid one arm along the back of the sofa until my finger-tips were just brushing her neck. 'You must know how much I want to kiss you Tara. It must have been obvious to you from that first minute.'

She leaned forward and stroked the side of my face, her touch sending shivers up and down my spine. 'I thought you did, but I wasn't absolutely sure. I have been feeling something growing between us, something very strong, but I didn't want to rush you, maybe frighten you off.'

'Frighten me off?'

'It does happen, for some reason some men find me a bit frightening. Well maybe not frightening really, perhaps they think I won't be as compliant as they would like, that I'll be difficult to handle. And I have to warn you, I do know what I like.'  

'I would be happy to please you any way you need Tara.' I answered, having no idea what that might lead to, but knowing that at that moment I wanted her so much I would have agreed to absolutely anything she suggested.

She said nothing more, just leaned forward and kissed me.

Her lips were incredibly soft, incredibly moist and her mouth and tongue eager and enthusiastic, and the effect that kiss had on me was so phenomenal it was as though she had slipped some powerful drug into my mouth. I felt my head spinning, my heart pounding and every muscle in my body started to flex and quiver. Then, as the kiss went on and on, I felt blood coursing through my veins, all of it headed in one direction, down to my cock.

Slipping one hand behind her head I pulled her tighter, kissing her hungrily, feverishly, and at the same time trying to fondle her breast with the other hand. She let me do that for a minute or two, then pushed me away. For a moment I felt devastated, felt the implied promise had already been broken. but then my heart started racing again when she got up, looked down at me, and said. 'Come on David, we're not over-anxious teen-agers, let's make ourselves more comfortable.'

While I sat there catching my breath she went swiftly around the room turning off the over-head lights, but leaving a couple of smaller ones still on. 'I don't like to feel I'm under spotlights, but I do like to be able to see what's going on.' she said, then suggested I undress while she went to the bath-room.

I was so tense and excited I could feel myself shaking and I seemed to have little control over my hands and fingers, desperately fumbling with each button, and so took an age to get my clothes off. But it was as though she knew precisely what was happening because just as I was finally stepping out of my underpants, the bath-room door opened and I looked up and saw her.

She stood there; her hands on her hips, her legs spread wide, and apart from her shoes and a pair of black stockings that ended three quarters of the way up her thighs, proudly naked. Her jet-black hair had been loosened and brushed out, falling to well below her shoulders, the ends just brushing the dark red nipples that tipped her breasts.

And what breasts she had! Full and round, yet high-set, jutting out from her body in gloriously upsweeping curves. I felt my mouth go dry and licked my lips as I tried to imagine what it would feel like to hold them, to fondle and kiss them, and then to suck on their already stiffening nipples. Then, tearing my eyes away from that tempting sight, I let them drift lower, down over her tiny waist and lightly muscled stomach, on down to where I saw a dark, neatly trimmed triangle of thick black hair nestling between her splayed thighs.

I tried to imagine what her pussy looked like; the pink, hopefully already moist slit fringed by that dark curly hair, the pouting outer lips waiting to feel my fingers, my tongue, and later, eagerly allow my cock to push up between them.

Then, doing my best to ignore the rising lust that seemed to engulf me, I looked lower still, down the long length of her thighs, the contrast between the whiteness of her skin and the black sheerness of the grip-top stockings making them look even longer. But even as my eyes drifted up and down her unbelievably sexy attributes I also tried to imagine what I had yet to see. Not only her pussy but also her buttocks, somehow knowing that they would be tight, perfectly shaped globes of flesh, and feeling my fingers tingling at the thought of soon being able to grip and fondle them too.

She just stood there for a while, a slight smile on her blood-red lips, obviously enjoying having my eyes feast on her, apparently reading the primitive urges that filled my brain, then she finally looked down.

'Ah yes, very adequate, no, to be fair, much more than adequate.' she said when she saw the state of my rearing cock. 'I'm sure we'll both have a quite memorable time.'

She finally moved, came slowly towards me, and I found I couldn't move, just stood there, my cock jerking even higher as she approached. Reaching down she touched it, lightly trailing her finger-tips up and down its length, her long, finely manicured finger-nails grazing up over and around the bulging head. All that time her eyes remained fixed on mine, and as I stared into those grey-green pools I felt myself being sucked down into a vortex of uncontrollable carnality.

I had to have her - and I did! Doing things with and to her that I hadn't thought I was capable of.

I fondled, kissed, squeezed and sucked every single part of her glorious body, starting with her breasts and then rolling her over to do the same thing to her buttocks. As I had anticipated, they were superbly shaped, fully rounded, but the flesh beneath the tautly silky skin was firm, and the cleft between the cheeks invitingly deep. Then, sometime later, when I first pushed my head up between her thighs I discovered something I hadn't anticipated, something that made the fire burning inside me rage even more fiercely. The thick bush of pubic hair I had expected to find surrounding her pussy actually ended just above it, the area around her sex was free of even the finest hairs, the skin smooth and ultra soft.

I don't know how many orgasms I actually gave her with my hands, mouth and tongue, but in spite of the fire raging inside I somehow managed to wait until I knew I simply couldn't hold on any longer, before allowing myself the thrill of doing it all again, but with my cock. And that evening it seemed almost inexhaustible, as I moved and turned her this way and that, I probed and drove it into every part of her willing and so very receptive body. Up and down the fleshy valley between those magnificent breasts, between her succulent lips and into her vacuuming mouth, and then finally, deep into her by then incredibly juicy, but still unbelievably tight cunt.


Sharing Fantasies



My name is Mike and I am 29 yrs old. My wife Rebecca is also 29 and we have been together since we were 17 years old. We have no children and both have good careers. I stand 5"9 and weigh 180lbs with an athletic build and have short brown hair with brown eyes. Rebecca is 5"5 weighing 112lbs with shoulder length curly brown hair and green eyes. Her body is nice and toned with a size10 waist and a firm 32d bust. 

Like many men I have fantasies involving my wife with another man. For me this fantasy is not about being humiliated by a better lover or a man with a bigger cock. I think my wife is so sexy and beautiful it just turns me on to think of me watching her as she is being seduced and then pleasured. In these fantasies I don't picture the guy or how big his cock is, in fact the guy is more of a blur as I just watch my wife. I would fantasise such things as we made love and after my climax I would always feel silly and embarrassed in myself for thinking this way. I took this feeling as a warning.

We bought our first house together at 22 with help from family with the deposit and soon after got engaged. Life was great we were having so much fun and the sex just got better and better as we had the freedom of our own home.

Rebecca always had a higher sex drive than me and she loved to buy sexy lingerie and dress up, even experimenting with role-playing. Then one day came the dreaded question that all couples ask but sometimes wish they hadn't.

Rebecca asked me what I thought about during sex and what sexual fantasies I had. She knew I read erotic stories and watched porn which opened my mind to other things. She never admitted to reading such stories herself, although I had found evidence on the computer that she had visited Literotica a few times.

I held back at first thinking she would freak out while at the same time returning the question to her. She confessed that two men would be a turn on and that she had fantasies about being forced. The other things were stuff we had done or still did, such as outdoor sex, using toys and props. I felt a little relieved and safe to confess my fantasies. I told her that I often fantasised about watching her with one or two men as I watched. She smiled and encouraged me to go on. I explained that I imagined her dressed up on a night out looking sexy and getting lots of attention and that a guy would seduce her and then experience her charms. She sat back smiling saying how horny that made her feel. We both admitted that these things could never become real because of the consequences. We did however introduce these fantasies into our love making, I would tell a story I had read but change the names to our names and sometimes people we knew. 

After 2yrs of living together engaged we got married. During this time we had pushed every sexual fantasy we had to the boundary only stopping short of reality. We had role-played several fantasies, one where I picked her up after a girl's night out pretending to be a taxi driver. I would drive somewhere dark and quiet then force her or shed offer sex as payment. Sometimes we would stay at a hotel pretending we didn't know each other and would cheat on our partners. 

Looking back now I realise that even though it made for great sex and amazing satisfaction, it drew us closer and closer to stepping over that line. We both convinced the other we could control it, but I knew that given the opportunity I would blind myself from the risks and experience one of these fantasies for real.

For our honeymoon we decided on a nice 5Star hotel in Barbados. As we got married late in the summer we wanted the honeymoon somewhere hot during the UK winter. The hotel was amazing and the hospitality was something special too. 

We obviously had the honeymoon suite which was huge with a great balcony view. I popped open the welcome champagne and we toasted each other before falling onto the king-size bed kissing passionately. Rebecca quickly pulled down my trousers and pants freeing my cock. She was always awesome at giving head and she enjoyed doing it too. Rebecca then quickly removed her thong and straddled me. As she guided my cock into her soaking hole she moaned bringing her arms to her shoulders and slid the straps of her dress down her arms then unclasped her bra. I immediately cupped each breast in each hand as my new wife slowly moved her hips in circler motions bringing us both to climax.

Rebecca was a bit of an exhibitionist and always went topless on holiday, which I loved, as it always aroused me knowing men were checking out her tits as they sat with their wives and girlfriends. The hotel reps were great but sometimes I felt they were a little too nice, especially Johnny, but my wife lapped it up and would sometimes introduce this to our love making story time sessions. Neither of us particularly fantasised about black men, but Rebecca confessed some of the reps were very attractive. Johnny was a wet dream for any white woman who loved black guys. He was 27, medium height with a very athletic body. He spoke very good English and was very polite but also cheeky when given the chance. 

We often seen Johnny and some of his friends at one of the night clubs on the complex, he would dance with my wife sneaking the odd grope but it was all harmless and made for great sex later on.

That night I was fucking my wife like a man possessed, as I rammed my cock in deep she screamed for it to go deeper. I placed both her legs on my shoulders and rubbed my cock up and down her slit, she begged for penetration pleading she needed to be filled. I duly obliged and slide my cock back into her pussy until I was balls deep, I then started pounding her with deep powerful thrusts, and they weren't fast, just long deep and powerful. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them with every thrust into her body, and then she screamed:

"Fuck me Johnny."

"Oh yeah you wanna fuck Johnny do you?" I said thrusting harder.

"Yes ohhhhh yes fuck me that's it fuck me harder." she said panting.

"You want to feel a big black cock in your married white pussy do you slut?"

"Yes I wanna see a black cock, feel a black cock disappear into my pussy."

With that we both groaned together as my final thrust took us both over the edge. I collapsed on top of my wife as she wrapped her arms around me. I could feel her pussy flexing around my cock as the last of my seed shot into her body.

I came back from the toilet and Rebecca was sat up in bed smoking a cigarette.

"So you want to fuck Johnny do you?" I said teasing.

"He is hot but I wouldn't go there you know it's just fantasy talk." She said smiling.

"What if you could, would you do it?" I said probing her mind.

"Are you serious?" she said.

"I think with all this fantasy talk and sex we have I think it's inevitable that we will one day cross this line we talk about. Maybe we need to get it out of our system?" I said.

"I will confess Mike, all the attention I get from these reps and especially Johnny does get me wet. It has made me curious about sex with a black man." She said.

"Well let's see what happens. We won't force the issue but if the opportunity presents itself we can see how we feel about it." I said.

The holiday continued as normal, Rebecca had tanned nicely and sexual tension between us intensified as we both wondered if our fantasy would come true. 

We were due to fly home on the Saturday so we decided that Thursday night would be our last chance to go clubbing. When we finished getting ready I admired how stunning my wife looked. She wore a short black skirt with black heels and a white low cut top which pushed her tits together creating cleavage heaven. 

We didn't get to see Johnny in the club some of the reps said it was his day off. I sort of felt gutted and relieved; I was horny all the day with the thoughts of watching my wife with Johnny. After a few hours of drinking, groping and dancing we decided to head back as we were both so horny and needed some dirty sex. Several men had danced and groped my wife, one had even managed to get his tongue inside her mouth.

We decided to walk home as it was only a 10minute walk to our hotel; the club was on the complex so we knew it was safe. As we walked I teased Rebecca about her antics on the dance floor, getting her to confess how wet and horny it had made her. I was so horny I could have fucked her there and then on the sidewalk and let any passerby join in. 

As we arrived at the hotel we passed the 24hr bar to which the bartender Manny shouted to join him for a drink. My wife the ever so polite one agreed. I told her I needed the toilet and to find a quiet table. She ordered a vodka orange and I said id decide when I get back.

A few minutes later when I returned Manny had gone and a new barman was standing there, I hadn't seen him before but he said he only worked the grave yard shift and Manny had finished. I ordered a beer and walked towards my wife. Before I reached my wife two older guys who looked to be in their 40s, beat me to it. I heard one say in a British accent if anyone was seating with her. They sat down before she could answer. I smiled and nodded at my wife as I sat a few tables away still able to hear the conversation.

She smiled back as we had played this game before and it always ended in great sex for the both of us. As I sipped on my beer my cock grew hard as I listened to their conversation.

"Hope you don't mind us interrupting you but we hate to see a beautiful young lady all alone so late at night." One of them said as they both laughed.

"It's ok I could use the company." She said smiling.

I sat facing my wife slightly as the guys had their backs to me.

"I'm Tom by the way and this is Robert were both from London. We have escaped our wives for the evening." He said.

"Nice to meet you both I'm Rebecca and I'm from Oxford." She said politely.

"And where is your lucky husband this evening?" Tom said.

"He has had a little too much to drink and is sleeping it off." She said smiling.

"Well fancy leaving his beautiful wife in the hands of two old men hey Tom." Robert said as all three of them broke into a laugh.

"Who says I'm in your hands?" Rebecca said mischievously.

"Well not yet you aren't but please give us time we just met." Tom said.

"Can I be rude and ask how old you gentlemen are?" she said.

"How old do you want us to be gorgeous?" Tom said laughing.

"Now now Tom where are your manners?" Robert said.

"I'm 43 and this old git is 46. And how old might you be Rebecca?" Robert said.

"I'm 25. Married young I know, but I met my Mr right." She said proudly.

"So why are you sat with two strange men? Shouldn't you be with your husband?" Tom said.

"First of all you sat with me and secondly I'm married not dead." She said as they all laughed.

As they continued joking and introducing themselves they took turns in getting drinks for my wife. At the bar I asked Tom who the girl was. He said he hoped it was his holiday romance and we both chuckled as he ordered double vodka.

I could see my wife was very drunk she had let the conversation get a bit steamier than normal but I wanted to see what would happen. I nodded my approval to her.

"So Becky you ever had cheated on your husband?" Tom said.

"No but it is a fantasy of mine." She said smiling.

"Well do you think you can handle two men?" Tom said.

"I don't know, maybe if they were gentle I might?" she said.

"Oh we can be gentle." Robert said.

"So are you up for a little holiday romance Rebecca?" Tom said excitedly.

"Your both nice guys but I couldn't cheat on my husband not on our honeymoon."

"You shouldn't prick tease Rebecca it's not fair." Tom said jokingly.

"Yeah do you know what happens to little prick teases Rebecca?" Robert said.

"No what happens to little prick teases?" she said as she leaned towards them as if waiting for a secret to be revealed.

"Well I hope for your sake you don't ever find out Rebecca." Tom said laughing.

My wife stood pulled out a cigarette and lit it. As she exhaled the smoke she said:

"Good-bye Tom and Robert it was nice meeting you but I feel I need to walk off this alcohol." She said smiling to the men.

"What not even a kiss goodnight?" Robert said.

"Sorry guys but I feel like walking down to the lake for some air." She said as she walked off smoking her cigarette.

Not far from our hotel was a large lake, were we had found a secluded spot at night during our stay where my wife had sucked me off. She smiled at me as she passed. My heart was racing I wanted to say something but I didn't want to ruin her game. I knew she wanted these guys to follow her, fantasy rape always drove her crazy but I wasn't sure whether she really wanted it to happen like this. Like most men I thought with my cock and waited for the guys to follow her.

"Come on Rob drink up lets follow her." Tom said.

"What we can't follow her what if she cries rape?" Robert said.

"She won't trust me. She's gagging just as much as we are." Tom said.

As both men went after her I quickly drank up and followed but kept a safe distance. 

I reached the lake and hid behind some bushes. I could see my wife leaning against the fence looking out at the lake. As both approached her I could hear them talking but could not make out what was being said. I noticed Rebecca laughing as Tom grabbed her forcefully and kissed her mouth. As they kissed Tom pulled her top down roughly and tore off her bra. Tom pushed her against the fence and began to maul her breasts taking each nipple into his mouth. As Robert stood and watched he unzipped his pants and began wanking his cock. I too did the same.

I can't describe how erotic this sight was. I knew she loved it as she kept smiling and responding to Toms touches. Despite his roughness I knew how rough she liked it and was prepared to step in if he went too far. 

Tom forced my wife to her knees and she unzipped his pants, both men thrust their cocks into her face and she took turns sucking and wanking these two men. As their moans got louder I crept forward a little closer so I could hear what was being said. 

"How do you like that Rob having a 25yr old slut wife sucking you off?" Tom said.

"She's fucking perfect. Like having one my daughter's friends suck me off." Robert said.

As the two men laughed they quickly began groaning as I could see my wife kneeling eyes closed working the two cocks before her. 

Tom then pulled out of her mouth and pulled her up by her hair. 

"You wanna know what happens to little prick teases slut?"

Rebecca just moaned and giggled as Tom bent her over and spread her legs. Robert quickly shoved his cock back into her mouth as Tom hiked up her skirt and pulled her thong to one side. This was the first time I noticed how big his cock was. It was bigger than mine and much thicker. My wife screamed in obvious pain as he slid into her body from behind. Tom held his cock inside her body allowing her to get used to his cock as she continued with the cock in her mouth. Tom began to thrust in and out very slowly and my wife's moans around the cock in her mouth got louder. She stopped sucking and looked back at Tom:

"Fuck me hard you bastard, show me what a naughty little prick tease I am." She said.

Tom grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he thrust hard into her:

"Yes you little slut take my cock deep." Tom said.

He moved his hands onto her waist and fucked her hard. Robert grabbed her tits in each hand as he thrust into her mouth. Robert was the first to go as he moved his hands to the side of her head and fucked her mouth hard. I could hear my wife gagging as her mouth filled with another man's seed. Robert pulled out and began dressing as Tom kept up his assault on my wife's body. I could sense my wife was reaching her climax as she reached out and held the fence to steady herself against the powerful thrusts. Then she screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her body, this was obviously too much for Tom as he thrust in deep held onto her hips and pumped his load into my wife. He pulled out and let Rebecca slump to the floor against the fence. Once both men were dressed they left without saying a word.

I ran to my wife and picked her up asking if she was ok. We got back to the hotel and she fell straight to sleep after her shower. I led awake wondering what all this meant. We had both fulfilled a few fantasies tonight but I didn't feel any jealousy. I didn't know whether I was still in shock or what. But as I ran the images through my mind I felt my cock grow hard and I was soon depositing a large creamy load of my wife's arse cheeks as she slept.



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But she was certainly no passive lover. Initially she allowed me the thrill of exploring her, moving and turning so I could kiss and caress every part of her, offering up her breasts for me to suck on for as long as I wanted to, then spreading and arching herself so I could do the same with her pussy.

But then, once I got down to the really serious business she eagerly combined her actions with mine, and some time later, took complete control.

My first climax was truly explosive. Although I had felt the growing ache in my balls, felt the semen seething and churning, I was still taken by surprise when it actually hit me, my body thrusting uncontrollably and my cock pumping wildly until I must have completely flooded her.

But even after that neither of us was satisfied, each wanted more, much more from the other, and after only a couple of minutes in which to catch our breath and allow our racing hearts to settle, we started all over again.

That time, perhaps recognising that my energy levels had been reduced, she was more dominant. Still demanding, and of course receiving plenty of attention from my hands, mouth and tongue, but taking charge of our position and activity. And as what was happening quickly re-aroused my sexual need and re-charged my physical strength, I was more than happy to follow her lead.

We took even longer the second time. Tara seemed to have a sixth sense as to the level of my arousal, knowing when I was close to climax, then backing off for a while, allowing the pressure inside me to drop from boiling to a more sustainable simmer. In those less intense times making it clear she expected me to give her needs all my attention. And of course I was more than happy to do just that, avidly sucking her breasts, or the mix of juices and semen from her pussy, then licking her spiking clitoris until I'd given her several more obviously deeply satisfying orgasms.

In the course of our love-making I'd had many opportunities to kiss and fondle her arse. As I said, it was even more gorgeous than I had imagined it might be, the cheeks full, the flesh smoothly taut, and the cleft between them amazingly deep. Naturally the thought of the thrills I would experience if I took her that way had crossed my mind several times, but then what was actually happening was always so intense that they had almost immediately been blotted out again. So when, after an absolute age of mutual stimulation and the re-aroused need inside me had become almost unbearable, what she intended didn't immediately register when she turned around and got up on her hands and knees.

She reached across to the bed-side table and passed something back to me, it was a tube of lubricant. I looked up to see her looking back over her shoulder at me. She smiled and said. 'This way David, finish it this way.'

As I looked down at her arse and thought about what she was offering I felt a sense of excited exhilaration rising inside me, and of course felt my cock starting to throb quite uncontrollably. Then, in case she changed her mind, I wasted no time in applying a thick coating of the jelly to my cock and, with less difficulty than I had expected, forced it up between the puckered muscles guarding that dark entrance. 

The passage was so unbelievably tight and my cock so massively engorged that without the lubrication I doubt I would have got very far, but even with it easing the way, as I pushed forward the sensations flooding back through me were excruciatingly intense. Even though I thought what we had already done to each other had wound me up to fever pitch, by comparison with what I felt as I drove deeper and deeper into her arse, all that had gone before seemed like merely childish tickling.

Once she felt I had my cock buried right up to the hilt she shifted slightly, taking all her weight on one arm and, reaching back underneath herself, started fingering her clit. Taking that as my signal I gripped her hips tightly, and began thrusting in and out.

At first I took it slowly and had to use a fair amount of force, but as the lubricant made the channel walls slicker it became easier. Not that the intensity of the thrills I felt diminished, quite the opposite, as the pressure inside me rose higher, my cock ballooned, got even more sensitive, and the increasing friction sent shock like jolts back through my entire body.

So it wasn't very long before I again felt the draining surge as my semen came quickly to the boil and then, as a blinding red haze obscured everything but my deeper, purely primitive urges, my thrusting got faster, harder, deeper.

That climax, when it finally hit me, was like no other I'd ever experienced, the sheer power of its explosive force was completely overwhelming. All I really remember is later finding myself still kneeling there, my still spurting cock buried inside her beautiful arse, every single muscle in my body quivering, feeling my heart trying to pound its way out of my rib cage, hearing the harsh panting as my lungs fought for air.

She slid forward off me, and when she turned her head I saw her face was dripping with perspiration. 'That was the best ever David.' she said breathlessly. 'For you too I think.'

But I was so drained and exhausted all I could manage in reply, was a weak. 'Uhuh!'

'Stay there, I'll give you a bit of a wash, then sleep a while.' she said, scrambling off the bed and heading for the bath-room.

I was in no condition to protest or argue and lay there while she rinsed my face, then, while I felt every single cell in my body was shutting down for repair or restoration, she carefully washed my cock and balls,. And after what had been a busy working day, followed by the long drive and then the absolutely draining sex we'd had, it wasn't really surprising that soon after that I fell into a deep sleep.'



Chapter 2

Tara and Mara

I had got so wrapped up in telling the story that although I heard her voice, what Alissa actually said just didn't get through. 'Pardon?'

'When you're doing it to yourself, I mean masturbating, do you hold off climaxing until then, or do you come earlier than that?' she asked.

'It depends, there's more to the story so I don't usually come at that point, but sometimes, if the scene has been really vivid and I've got myself too excited, I do.'

'Oh, I'm sorry I interrupted, I didn't know there was more, please go on.'

'Are you sure you want more?'

'Oh yes, it's exciting for me too, I got wet again.' she said in an almost conspiratorial whisper.

'Already?'

'Mmm, aren't I wicked.'

'No, not wicked, just young and very, very sexy. Now, taking the risk that I'll turn it into a flood, I'll continue.'

She snuggled even closer, but as I began again I felt one hand pushing down between her thighs. 

'I wasn't sure what the time was when I was woken, and I had no idea how she had managed to do with me what she had without waking me, but however she had done it, I simply couldn't believe the situation I was in.

She had apparently dragged the mattress off the other bed in the room, a single, propped it up in one corner, then strapped me to it. My arms were above my head, my legs splayed wide apart, and around wrists and ankles were soft leather straps, straps that seemed to go back around the mattress. But I was not only immobilised there was also something in my mouth, not tight enough to stop me breathing easily, but still restricting the sounds I could make.

Then I saw Tara, and in some ways what she had done to herself was even more unbelievable than what she had done to me. The only thing I recognised were the grip-top stockings, the rest of what she was wearing and the way she looked was taken straight from every man's fantasy of a bondage dominatrix.

She had retied her hair behind her head, pulling it back even more tightly, so that from the front it looked as though she was wearing a glossy black skull cap. Her make-up was different too, much heavier, darker, more dramatic eye-liner making her extraordinary eyes look even bigger. And her lips were a much brighter red, the lip-stick she'd used making them so glossy they looked almost dripping wet.

But it was what she was wearing that really made my eyes bulge, it was no more than a black leather harness, a harness that left her virtually naked, but still managed to even further exaggerate her already potent sexuality.

Around her middle, starting immediately below her breasts and ending a little above her pubic mound, was a tight-fitting bodice, laced so tightly it made her already tiny waist even smaller. From the top of it several cross straps went up over her shoulders, lifting her breasts even higher than they normally were, and at the same time pressing them together, turning the valley between them into a deep, fleshy crevice.

She also seemed to have applied make-up to her aureoles, certainly they and the already jutting nipples in their centres were a much brighter red than I remembered them being. Then I realised what she had done, the colour matched her lips, it was as though she was pointedly offering both her mouth and her breasts for kissing and sucking.

More straps were attached to the bottom edge of the bodice, winding around her upper thighs, cutting up into the flesh on either side of her pubis. Then there were those black grip-tops that I had previously found so exciting, but replacing the shoes she'd had on before were a pair of black, patent leather ones, with spiking heels far higher than any I had ever seen.

Her hands were gloved, and to top off everything else was the whip, dangling loosely from her right hand. Like the harness it too was made from black leather, and although I know nothing about whips, I'd never seen one like this before. It wasn't extraordinarily long, a bit longer than an ordinary horse-whip, but tapered to a much, much finer, almost thread-like end.

She stood there, watching me staring at her, not saying a word, not moving a single muscle. I wasn't sure how long that silence went on for because right then time seemed to have stood quite still, but when I eventually looked up into her eyes she finally gave me a brief smile.

'Let me introduce you to Mara.' she said, turning her head. And when I looked in that direction I discovered there was another woman in the room with us. Apart from her dress and make-up she could have been Tara's double, her identical twin. Although her hair was loose, hanging down below her shoulders, it was the same colour as Tara's, she had the same extraordinary eyes, she was exactly the same height, and her body was just as voluptuous. I said identical apart from dress and make-up because other than a little lip-stick, she was wearing neither, she was absolutely stark naked.

'Mara has already been a bit disobedient.' Tara said. 'She has been looking you over, and I know she likes what she sees, but she's not supposed to do that, she's mine. Mara knows very well what duties a younger sister is supposed to have, and that they are just to please me. If that sometimes means her pleasing a man I am with, then that is all right. But -' she said in a much sharper tone, turning to look at the other woman - 'she knows that is all she is allowed to do. She is not allowed to have thoughts, nor get ideas about getting her own pleasure from someone other than me.'

'Come here Mara!' she said in the same tone of voice, tapping the floor in front of me with the whip. 'Kneel!'

As her sister did as she was told Tara lifted the whip, trailing it up along the inside of my legs until I felt the pressure of it pushing up against my balls.

Until that moment all that had been going through my mind were a series of whirling questions, questions as to the how and why of what had, and what was going to happen to me. And underneath those questions, a very real sense of both anxiety and apprehension. So not surprisingly, in spite of the sight of the two lewdly naked women, my cock had remained small and limp, and when I felt the hard length of leather pressing against my balls they shrank defensively up behind it.

'I know it doesn't look like much at the moment.' she said. 'But it is quite responsive, so make it stand to attention. But no hands!'

Mara didn't look up but as I looked down I saw her open her mouth, dropping her jaw so low that when she leaned forward she was able to take everything, sucking not only my diminutive cock, but also both balls inside. But I was still so concerned as to what I had got myself into that for a while absolutely nothing happened. I could feel her tongue swirling my balls around, feel the intermittent but quite strong suction, but nothing more.

Tara stood watching her sister's efforts for a couple of minutes then fetched a chair, set it close by, and sat down. When she sat she left her legs spread wide, letting me see everything, and what I saw made my heart start to race faster. She hadn't used the lip-stick on just her mouth and breasts, she had also used it on her hairless pussy. The glossy colouring made her outer lips look exactly like a mouth, vertical, but still a mouth. Lips and mouth that were waiting to be kissed, or hopefully, waiting to open so my cock could thrust inside.

Whether it was what I could see, what I was thinking, what Mara was doing to me, or the combination of all those, I finally felt sensation returning, felt something re-ignite. Then, soon after that, felt deep-seated urges rising up from way down inside me. Mara must have felt some sort of physical reaction from me, because her efforts suddenly became stronger, more insistent. Then, so she could concentrate on my cock, she let my balls slip out of her mouth and it wasn't very long before she had got it up to full size.

Until then her actions had been pretty basic, but having got my reactions started they became more subtle, more complex, mixing and changing from simple tongue swirling, to short, tight-lipped bobbing, then to long, hard-sucking swoops. And although she had been forbidden to use her hands in any way she was so proficient with her mouth and tongue that she soon had to straighten and lift herself so she could take all the rapidly hardening length.

Every now and then Tara glanced up at me, but most of the time she watched what her sister was doing, and when she saw I had a full-blown erection she gave a brief smile of satisfaction, then watched my reactions much more closely while letting Mara continue for several more minutes.

My eyes had been flicking back and forth, torn between wanting to continue looking at Tara, especially her enticing pussy, and yet also wanting to watch her sister's mouth as it engulfed and inflamed my engorging cock. And by then I was reacting so strongly that all thoughts and concerns about what else was happening were pushed aside as the reality of the thrills coursing up through my body grew stronger, got more and more intense.

But then - 'That's enough, my turn now.' Tara suddenly said with sharp authority. And hearing the command Mara immediately pulled her mouth back off me, leaving my throbbing cock jerking about in mid-air.

As Mara moved toward her, Tara slid forward in the chair then lifted both legs, hooking them over its arms and leaving her sex gapingly open. Even though I had a clear view for only a couple of seconds before Mara's head partially obscured it, I knew it was a sight I would never be able to forget. The stark whiteness of her thighs and belly contrasting with the blackness of her stockings, the thick bush of pubic hair, and the harness straps biting into her flesh. Then, in the centre of that picture, the blazing, brilliant red of her pouting pussy-lips.

In spite of my whirling confusion of thoughts, and the powerfully rising need that had been generated inside me I still noticed that they seemed even glossier than before. Then I realised why, they were wet, she had started to get turned-on. I wondered if it had been watching my cock grow that had done that, and if so, hoped and prayed that eventually she would need it to fully satisfy herself.

But right then it was what Mara could do for her that she wanted, and as her sister bent forward to the waiting pussy I realised Tara had carefully positioned herself so I could see at least something of what was happening. I could see the pink tongue licking, then flickering, then see Tara's sex slowly unfolding as her sister's practised expertise worked its magic on her.

Tara came surprisingly quickly, but of course I didn't know then that it was merely a warm-up for her, something to get her juices running, and that it would in fact be a very long time before she was finally satisfied. But I got some inkling of that from the first words she spoke when the tremors from her climax had lessened. 'Wait for me on the bed.' she instructed as she pushed her sister's head away and got up off the chair.

Then she turned it around and as she moved it across in front of me, took a quick glance down at my cock.

Of course as Tara knew only too well, being able to watch the action had only heightened what I was feeling. I'd longed to feel those pussy-lips wrapping themselves around my cock, badly needed to feel the thrills I'd get as I drove deep inside them. And as my frustration had grown, so had the violent responses of my cock - so by then it was massively engorged; the almost grotesquely distended shaft jerking uncontrollably and the pre-cum oozing head looking so bloated it seemed about to burst.

Tara looked up, gave me a tight smile of satisfaction, then turned around. Holding on to the chair with one hand, as she bent forward she reached back between her legs with the other, and I felt an electric shock-like thrill surge through me when the soft leather glove closed around my cock. Then, holding it quite firmly, she pressed it down and edged herself back towards me.

I watched the twin globes of her arse moving closer, felt her hand guiding my cock, then heard myself give a deep, guttural groan as I felt the blood-red lips of her pussy slipping over the tip of it. The thrills they triggered seared through me, increasing in intensity when her pussy literally sucked the rest deeper, until she had most of the throbbing mass crammed inside.

My immediate reaction of course was to thrust forward and as I was tied at only wrists and ankles, and had a springy mattress behind me, I could do that. But as I made the first lunge she looked back over her shoulder and said in an even sharper tone of voice than the one she'd used with Mara. 'Stop! None of that! Do anything at all and I'll leave you hanging there all night.'

Of course I stopped, and rather than getting more frustrated, I became even more excited when at first she did little more than slowly sway her hips from side to side. At that time of course I still thought she was going to do it for me, foolishly imagining her delaying tactics were because she wanted to make my eventual climax as explosive as possible.

But then at that moment what was happening made it impossible to think clearly. Just the feel of having my cock buried in her hot, juicy cunt was sheer bliss. But then as she swayed I could feel its gripping lips sliding up and down the shaft, feel the super-sensitive head grazing against the inner, slippery walls. The sensations were so exquisitely intense that in spite of the helpless position I was in, I felt I had been transported to some ecstatic paradise.

But she only allowed me to enjoy those for a few, all too short minutes before she pushed herself forward until she only had the head inside herself, then began briskly rubbing her clit. Again it didn't take her long to climax, I knew it was approaching when I felt her pussy-lips tighten, then I heard her give a soft, low gasp, and as she rammed herself backwards, spearing herself on my cock, I felt the tremors rippling through her body.




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Of course the pulsating spasms only heightened my already feverish level of excitement, each contraction kneading my fully buried cock from base to tip, my balls tightening as their contents got close to boiling point. But although that action would have been more than enough to bring my release, she only held me there while the effects of her own orgasm continued, then abruptly pulled herself off me.

She turned to see the state she'd left me in and I also looked down at my long-suffering cock. By then it was rearing vertically, quivering from the pressure she'd built inside it, its entire surface slick with a mix of her juices and my even more copiously flowing pre-cum, the head an even darker purple than it had already been, and the swollen, blue-black veins along the shaft giving it an almost obscenely gnarled look. And when I looked up and saw the totally satisfied expression on her face I knew that's exactly what she'd hoped to see.

Then she left me there, silently screaming with frustration, frustration I was powerless to do anything about, frustration that was in fact made even worse by what happened next.

I was forced to watch them doing to each other all the things I longed to be doing myself. Taking it in turns to fondle and suck on each other's magnificent breasts, spinning around into the sixty-nine position to probe and suck each other's pussies, then, most belittling of all, using a pair of enormous dildoes to finally satisfy each other.

Normally the thought of watching two women make love to each other is very arousing, but that's probably because I expect that subsequently they will be even more receptive to me, thankful that I am there to satisfy their deepest needs. But by then I was beginning to realise my role was no more than that of a handy plaything, something to taunt, and to take pleasure from by doing that. Perhaps a visual stimulus, like some sort of living, responsive doll or statue, stimulating to look at, but neither requiring anything in return, nor generating even the slightest sense of obligation.

But that mental process didn't help my physical state one little bit. Although I guessed they intended to leave me both physically and literally strung-up, there was no way I could extinguish or even reduce the fiercely burning pressure they had built inside me. And the longer they went at each other the worse it got. I even tried blocking it out by clamping my eyes shut, but I couldn't shut out the slurping, squelching sounds, the mewling, and the gasping groans. And all that time my cock was throbbing and jerking, demanding the unattainable.

I have no idea how long they went at each other, it seemed an age, but eventually they rolled apart and lay there side by side, only their breasts heaving, the rest of their bodies winding down, their needs apparently finally sated.

It was probably five or ten minutes before either moved and of course it was Tara who sat up, she looked across at me, and for a moment seemed surprised to find me still there. 'Oh yes, of course.' she said to herself, then in the sharp tone of voice that I had by then become familiar with. 'Mara! Up now, we still have something to do.'

Mara needed no further instructions, she obviously knew exactly what was expected of her, and while Tara moved across and sat in the chair to watch, she came and knelt down in front of me. Then, with her hands clasped behind her, she slipped her lips down over my massively bloated cock-head.

By then the continuously pounding blood had not only made my cock iron hard, it had also become so sizzling hot I knew I had to quench it, preferably in a juicily wet pussy, but at the very least in the moist velvet of a mouth. And my balls were so swollen with accumulated semen they weren't just aching, they were causing me real agony, and somehow, anyhow, I simply had to empty them.

So my immediate reaction was to thrust forward, bury as much of it as I could in Mara's. But then I remembered Tara's earlier threat, and so, having pulled back again, and in spite of the urgent demands flooding my brain, I somehow managed to hold myself still.

Mara also sat quite still, holding just the head in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it and flickering along the tenderly super-sensitive under-side. In other circumstances the sparks of excitement that sent shooting through me would have been intensely enjoyable, but normally it would have been as a prelude to what was to come, and by then I was beginning to really doubt if they had any intention of relieving my desperation.

I looked across to Tara, intending to beg her to let Mara bring the torment to an end, to let her finish me off in any way they liked. But what I saw made me pause for a moment. 

The first thing that caught my eye was of course her pussy, the puffily pouting lips still smeared with the remains of the lip-stick. They were also slick with the juices that had flowed from her, flowed so freely I could see the tell-tale tracks of where it had trickled down the insides of both thighs. The other thing I noticed was what she was doing with the whip, actually with the long, flexible tip of it.

At first I couldn't make out what she was doing but a couple of seconds later it was clear, she had somehow fastened it back on to itself, making a circle, turning it into a tiny noose. When she'd finished she looked up, and saw me staring down at what she'd made. Seeing the movement I looked up into her eyes. 'Please Tara, no more, finish me, please finish me!'

I doubt the begging, pleading tone in my voice really affected her in any way but it produced a smile, and that gave me at least a little hope. And those hopes soared when she stood up and said, very quietly. 'Oh I will David, I will.'

She stood beside her sister for a moment, stroking the back of her head as she said in the same quiet voice. 'I'm ready now Mara, move back a little.' and as Mara did as she'd been asked, Tara moved forward and stood a bit to one side, looking briefly into my eyes, before looking down at my cock.

'Yes, I think you're ready now David.'

I also looked down, and the thing I saw was almost unrecognisable. I had never, ever imagined it was even possible for my cock to look anything like that. But by then it had been engorged for so long that the head had turned a deep, almost blackish purple, even the shaft was a similar colour, and the heavily knotted veins were even darker.

Adding to its almost monstrous appearance was the fact that during all that period of intense and prolonged frustration, pre-cum had continuously been steadily seeping from me. Some still was, coating the tip with clear, still oozing fluid. Some, pushed back by Mara's lips had already started drying, glazing the rest with what looked like a powdery second skin. And below, on the carpet, was a still widening stain, marking where the rest of it had steadily dripped.

As I continued staring down in disbelief, Tara slipped the noose on the whip over the head, pushing it down into the groove behind it, then tightening it until it fitted snugly. Then, closing her other still gloved hand around the head, she began gently stroking and squeezing.

The leather was unbelievably soft, almost as soft as human skin, and I'm sure that if I had closed my eyes I could have sincerely believed I was deep inside her, once again being stimulated by the rhythmic kneading of her cunt. But I didn't want to be in an imaginary world, I wanted the reality of what Tara could give me, so continued staring down at her gloved fingers.

As she wiped her hand over and around the head the palm of the glove became smeared with the stuff that had continued leaking from it, lubricating the leather, making it even slicker. So, when she circled her fingers and began moving them slowly back and forth, it actually felt as though I was slipping in and out between tightly gripping pussy-lips. And it only took me a few seconds to realise that having the noose knotted behind the head was in fact making the sensations she was already producing even more intense.

Given the length of time I had been held there in frustration it wasn't surprising that the very first touch of her hand brought my already seething semen to the boil, and then that as her fingers began to slip back and forth I felt my body tensing at the strength of the draining surge rising through it. The massive build-up of pressure blocked out all my normal senses but before the red-haze completely overwhelmed me I heard Tara's voice once more.

'Open, open now!' and I saw Mara drop her jaw, opening her mouth as wide as it would go.

Then, just as the first searing load started firing up through me, the excruciating pleasure-pain making my eyes clamp shut, I felt Tara snap both hands downwards, felt the tightly knotted noose rip down the shaft, followed an instant later by her slickly encircling, leather-clad hand.

All the time they had been toying with me my over-stimulated body had been producing semen, the growing pool seething and churning as my sexual tension rose higher and higher. And of course the pressure that had built inside me was also unlike anything I had ever experienced before. So the combination of the tightly gripping, slippery fingers and ripping noose unleashed unbelievably powerful forces.

Like some long bubbling volcano that has finally been uncapped, I erupted, blasting gouts of semen each time her hand jerked back and forth. I was in no condition to remember, let alone obey her previous command and felt myself heaving, wrists and ankles straining against their bindings as I thrust harder, trying desperately to relieve the almost unbearable pleasure-pain.

At first the pressure inside me was so great that once tapped my cock seemed to be literally pumping the stuff out, and the first few jets must have arced high over Mara's head. But that obviously wasn't what Tara wanted and I felt her hand pressing my cock lower, doing her best to direct those that immediately followed into her sister's waiting mouth.

Eventually, as the force behind each load lessened Tara tightened her grip even more, each jerk of her hand producing yet another searing blast, doing it again and again and again, as though she was determined to drain my entire body of every single drop of fluid.

Of course even though the reservoir had been brimming over it wasn't inexhaustible and eventually, after a series of gradually weakening, and more intermittent spurts, she had to squeeze more strongly to milk the last few drops out of me.

When she was finally satisfied I had absolutely no more to give and I knew she was finished with me I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Mara's face, virtually masked. The thick, creamy semen was in her hair, her eyes, already oozing slowly down both cheeks and dripping from the corners of her mouth. But, as though she was waiting for one last burst, that was still wide open, and there, pooling on the flat of her tongue, I could see a thickly messy pool of the torrent of stuff that Tara had pumped out of me.

She paused expectantly for several seconds, then when she realised I had given her my last salvo she lifted her head and for the first time looked directly up at me. She could obviously see I was still staring down into her mouth, and I saw just a hint of a smile playing at its corners as she closed it and swallowed the gooey puddle of semen.

Then, extending her tongue as she leaned forward, she caught the long sticky dribble that was still clinging to the tip of my cock, before carefully licking and sucking the rest of it clean.'



Chapter 3

Alissa's Fantasy

'Wow! That was certainly worth waiting for! Or is there still more?' I heard Alissa ask after a long silence.

Although the mere re-telling of it had taken me off into my fantasy world the sound of her voice quickly brought me back to reality. 'I often use that motel as the scenario for a series of them, and Tara, and sometimes Mara, occasionally play a role in some of those.' I answered. 'But no, that's the end of that particular one. I really don't think it would be physically possible for me to hold on for any longer than that.'

'Probably not, it was certainly powerful stuff. I'm even wetter than I was before.'

I didn't want to tell her just then that merely re-counting the fantasy had got to me too, I was frankly amazed to find that although far from erect, just the thoughts and images I had recalled had started reawakening my cock.

'Well, even though I'm still incapacitated in one area, there are still things I can do to relieve any unbearable itch.' I said, leaning across to kiss her, and then letting her know what I meant by probing deep inside her mouth with my tongue.

'Mmm, that's a nice idea, but let's wait a bit longer, you never know what might happen do you.' she said when we finally broke for air.

I agreed, reminded her she had suggested we actually swap fantasies, so after she had topped-up both our glasses I settled back down and lay there waiting.

'I've just one question before I start.' she said.

'What's that?'

'In real life you come across as a very confident, some times an even assertive man - but you're quite the opposite in that fantasy, the woman - Tara - is very dominant. Does that mean that you sometimes actually enjoy being treated like that?'

'It's a fantasy Alissa, a fantasy. Lots of women fantasise about being raped - but I very much doubt that there's a single one of them who would want to be even mildly sexually assaulted. That's not to say I don't enjoy a woman sometimes taking control, I'm sure all men like that sometimes. And of course there are plenty of people whose strongest reactions come from being either the dominant or submissive partner. But what we act out in our fantasies isn't always just a secret longing for what takes place in them - after all they are what their name implies they are, fantasies.'

'OK - well that makes me feel a bit better about the one I'm going to tell you - but I warn you now, it's weird, really weird!

Of course I have lots of fantasies, and as you said at the start, most of them are pretty ordinary; you know, about some guy in the swimming or football team, or a famous rock or film star - but the one I'm going to tell you is a lot different to those.'

She paused, took a drink from her glass, then paused a little longer before saying. 'When I first had it I thought there was something seriously wrong with me, you know, in the head. I was ashamed, quite disgusted with myself, couldn't believe I was capable of thinking up such a thing. Even now, after the things we've done together, and after the one you've just shared with me, I find it hard to believe that I could dream up such a weirdly raunchy thing, even as just a fantasy.

I suppose I'm still a bit worried that when you've heard it you might get some wrong ideas about me. But anyway, you asked for it, so here goes.

There are all these men, I don't know exactly how many there are, just that there's a lot of them. They're queuing-up in the hallway outside my room. They're all waiting to fuck me!' she said, pausing and giving me a questioning look, as though half expecting me to show some sign of disapproval or disgust.

'Lucky them.' I replied reassuringly, which brought a smile and allowed her to continue more confidently.

'I don't know what any of them look like of course, but I know they're different shapes and sizes. Some are tall, others short, there are one or two who are very muscular, the rest have pretty average builds. Although they are mostly young there are a few older men too, but there aren't any really fat men, I don't allow them to come to see me.

I can faintly hear them talking amongst themselves, about me. None of then has fucked me before, but they're exchanging what they've been told by others as to how good a fuck I am.

They come in one by one, they know they're not allowed to watch each other, though quite a few of them really want to. Want to see how big each other's pricks are. Want to see how someone else does me. But most of all they want to watch me while I'm being fucked, see what I do, how I react.

Although there's nothing romantic about what goes on with any of them, it's just straight forward sex, I don't just lie there and take it, I make sure I get fucked in a variety of ways. Doggy style, me on top, standing up against the wall, whatever takes my fancy at the time. But I try to keep an eye out for one who might be good at something special. For instance, if one looks as though he has really strong legs I might get him to lift me off the ground and do it that way.

Although I enjoy whatever is being done to me I also get a big kick from their reactions too. Some are really noisy, lots of grunting and shouting, others make hardly a sound, concentrating on what's going on inside themselves I suppose. I especially like to be able to see their faces when they're about to climax, see their different expressions as the pressure inside gets higher and higher, then watch them change as all that power is released in a few quick thrusts.

Of course I masturbate while I'm fantasising, and sometimes, if the man I've dreamed up is a real spunk, I make myself come at the same time as he does. But when I don't, I imagine what the guy's reaction to that is. Some of them don't seem to give a stuff, too busy enjoying themselves to be concerned with my reactions, others get very tense about it, thinking they weren't man enough to get me off. And of course there's always at least one inexperienced guy, who shoots his load almost immediately he's inside me.

Anyway, whether I've come or not I give them a little time to recover, not too long though, by then, whether I've come or not, I can't wait to see who's next, what he might do.

But other times I don't let myself come for ages, I just lie there, gently playing with my pussy, getting more and more wound up as I'm thinking about all the guys still waiting outside, and waiting for something special to happen in my head.

And this is one of those special things.

I must have already had half a dozen guys and by then it took a real effort to keep from finishing myself off. Anyway, I was lying there waiting for the bloke who was fucking me to finish. I could tell it would only take him another couple of thrusts and was looking over his shoulder, at the door-way, wondering who would be next, and if I'd get myself off with him.

And that was when I saw it, this cock, well just the head actually. It was huge, enormous, like some gigantic plum, just as shiny, and a similar colour too, a deep reddish purple.

The men all know they had to stay a certain distance away from the door, so either this one had broken that rule or he had a truly monstrous cock. Then, thinking about how big just the head was I realised that must be it, his cock must be absolutely huge. I couldn't wait to see it and I felt myself getting even more excited, but at the same time getting a bit anxious too, wondering what it would do to me.

Just then the guy on top of me climaxed, but as I was only thinking about the gigantic cock I hardly noticed it, rolling him off me before he'd completely finished, and so the last few drops of his jism spurted down on to the floor. He was so embarrassed he quickly scurried out and as went through the door-way I saw the cock-head move forward, just a little bit, but enough for me to see just how thick the shaft was.

It looked as thick as my arm!

Then the man moved forward. He'd broken another of my rules, he was fat. But I ignored that because at that moment I really only had eyes for his cock. It was even bigger than I'd imagined it might be, it was so huge it was positively horse-like. And his balls were a matching size, it looked as though he had a couple of tennis balls hanging down between his legs.




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I knew it would be absolutely impossible for me to take it, and knew that he knew it too. So I wondered why he was there. Did he just want me to let him look at me while he jerked himself off? Would I let him do that?

But he came over and stood beside me, then reached down and touched my eye-lids with his fingers, and for such a big man his touch was incredibly soft and gentle. He closed my eyes, then his hands just drifted down over my body; touching, stroking, caressing, very gently, and very, very slowly.

I felt my nipples stiffen the moment he touched my breasts, and just as you did David, he made them almost unbearably swollen and tender by concentrating his attention on just them for ages. Then, while one hand continued fondling them the other finally moved down, down over my stomach and then down between my thighs.

I was so wound up from what his caresses were doing to me after not having come with any of the previous men, I was getting desperate to get off. My entire body was shivering from his touch, and by then I really just wanted him to ram his fingers up inside me until I popped. But he wouldn't, and when I thought I'd go completely mad, he just stopped.

I finally opened my eyes and looked up at him, he was smiling, it was a nice smile, but very knowing, and I knew he knew exactly how I was feeling.

But he ignored that and picking me up as though I weighed no more than a baby he moved me further down the bed, letting my legs hang over the end, spreading them apart then moving forward and standing between them. For a moment I thought he was going to try to get his cock inside me after all, but no, he took hold of my hands and placed them on it.

It felt hot, very strong, and very, very hard, and as my fingers curled around the shaft it jerked upwards so powerfully that if I hadn't quickly tightened my grip it would have jumped right out of my hands.

The expression on his face changed, his eyes half closed, his smile became tighter. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, knew what he needed.

His cock was so thick I had to use both hands to get right around it, loosely interlocking my fingers, then did it to him the way he had caressed me, very, very slowly. To make it even more tantalising for him I used very light movements, my fingers just grazing the surface of his cock-head, then tightening them just a little when I pushed my hands down the shaft.

I admit that even that was incredibly exciting, feeling the hot hardness of that monstrous cock rubbing against my fingers and palms, feeling it pulsing, throbbing, and although it didn't seem possible, I felt myself getting even wetter.

He stood quite still, and didn't make a sound. But I could see from the tension that showed on his face that what had been going on inside his head while he waited to come in to my room, then from seeing and caressing me, plus what my hands were doing to him, had by then got him even more desperate than I was to climax.

I suppose what I did was mean, well if it hadn't been a fantasy it would have been, but it was my fantasy, and as in reality I hadn't come I wanted to see just how long I could keep him waiting before he did. And as well as that, although his cock was already really gigantic, I wondered if by delaying his climax it would actually get any bigger.

So instead of doing what I knew he wanted me to, gradually speeding up, I kept at that maddeningly slow pace. And I tried to further intensify what he was feeling by constantly changing what I was doing; sometimes using the palms of my hands, sometimes just my finger-tips, most of the time keeping my touch very light, then sometimes stroking it much more firmly.

And on top of that, each time I slid my hands right down to the base of his cock I'd slip one down under it and roll or gently squeeze his balls. They were not only huge but amazingly heavy too and as the minutes passed and he grew increasingly tense I felt the sac shrinking, getting tighter, slowly pulling the pair of them upwards.

Although I couldn't really tell if his cock was actually getting any bigger, what I was doing was obviously effective because as the pressure inside him got stronger it jerked higher and higher, until it was rearing almost vertically. But by then the head certainly seemed to have got even more bloated, the skin stretched so tight it looked as though it was going to burst, and the colour had turned an even darker purple. I could feel the increasing strength of the deep pulsing throb that was making his cock quiver, and even though his muscles were hidden beneath the layers of fat I could tell they were flexing as he got more and more worked-up.

Then I saw the first drop of pre-cum oozing from the eye, it just hung there, sparkling like a little diamond and when I spread it over the tip it was almost immediately followed by another, and then another. I soon had enough to cover the whole of the head, making it glisten and gleam even more brightly than it had before.

I don't know whether the lubricant made the head even more sensitive, or whether it was just that the pressure inside him had already reached an unbearable level, but when I'd finished coating it and resumed stroking his cock I immediately felt a change in his reactions. It was as though there was an enormous wave building inside him, his body grew even more tense and I heard a low, rumbling growl coming from somewhere deep inside him.

Then I felt his cock jerk even higher, and as I tightened my fingers and began to pump I felt the most incredible surge running up through it, and a moment or two later, as the growl rose in pitch and volume, he started to come.

He must have been saving it up for weeks because it was as though I'd turned on a hose. The first blast was so strong it went way over my head, but as I pulled his cock down so I could get a better grip of it, I copped the next one full in the face. Ignoring that I started pumping harder, keeping my actions to a slow, steady beat, but putting as much force as I could behind them. Each one produced a simply massive burst of jism, and I couldn't believe how much he must have had stored up inside him, and how long they kept coming.

Anyway, by the time he'd eventually finished I felt as though I'd had a couple of bucketfuls of it chucked all over me; it was in my hair, in my eyes, virtually covering my face, and there were great splodges of it running all down the front of me.  

Obviously I'd never experienced anything like that before, the feel of his cock in my hands, and then the sheer force of his climax got me even more wound up than I already had been. So by then I needed to come so badly I was prepared to do virtually anything to get off.

Then the really strangest thing happened, when he'd finally finished, his cock got smaller. I don't mean in the usual way, getting small and limp, it stayed as hard as iron, it just got smaller. But I mean relatively smaller, it was still huge but it wasn't as impossibly enormous as it had been before.

So, because I had got so wet, he was actually able to get it inside me. It still felt as though some enormous piece of pipe was being pushed into me and as it went deeper I felt as though I was being split wide open.

But although I was nervous about how much of it he was going to try to get into me, because I had been waiting so long and had got so wound-up I started to come the moment I felt the head pushing into my pussy. When he started pushing it inside me and I felt it throbbing and jerking my climax got even more intense, and then as he drove it deeper and deeper I heard myself screaming from the mixture of pain and ecstasy as I came again, then again and again.

When I'd finally finished he paused, his massive cock was by then buried to the hilt, and still throbbing like crazy. Then I'd no sooner got my breath back than I felt it starting to grow, getting both longer and thicker.

It was a really weird feeling, weird, quite frightening, but sexy too, having this massive thing alive inside me, growing bigger, driving its way deeper, feeling as though it was shoving various organs aside to make room for itself.

For a moment I nearly panicked, wondering just what it would do to me if it got as big as it had been when I'd first seen it. Then it just didn't seem to matter, I somehow knew that no matter how big it got, I could take it.

And it certainly grew, I could feel it pushing its way past the back of my stomach, and that made me feel a bit nauseous for a while. Then it reached my spine, triggering the nerves to fire incredible feelings up into my head as it touched the bone, somehow turning, and following it upwards.

But as I said, his cock wasn't just getting longer it was getting thicker too, stretching my pussy more than I thought was possible, and as it forced it wide open the shaft pressed hard up against my clit. It was throbbing even more strongly than before, each beat sending a sort of electric shock of excitement through me, and in spite of how uncomfortable I was feeling I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, feel the juices flowing down over his gigantic cock, then trickling out of me.

All this time he'd been looking down at me, at my face I mean, his mouth still set in that tight smile, not saying a word. I don't know if he was able to read my mind, or whether he saw something in my expression that told him how I was feeling, but just as I felt sure I couldn't take any more of him, his cock gave an almighty jerk forward. I found I could taste it! It was as though it had forced itself right up into the back of my throat.

Once it had reached there it started to throb even more strongly, gradually speeding up until it was like some wild drum beat. As the shaft vibrated against my clit it triggered the start of another orgasm, and as it got stronger, more intense, although he was standing absolutely still, he gave a loud grunt, and I felt his cock starting to pump another load of hot jism up out off his balls. Its rhythmic surges as each burst scorched up through the shaft intensified what I was feeling, and a second or so later, as the climactic waves swept through me, he erupted, almost as powerfully as he had the first time.

I heard myself scream and felt myself shuddering as it blasted into me, each gout coinciding with another orgasmic peak, each peak higher than the one before. And again like the first time, his climax went on and on, triggering a rolling, exhausting, multiple orgasm for me. He seemed to have a never-ending supply of semen, pumping more and more of it into me, not only flooding my cunt and pouring back out of my pussy, but making me feel as though it had filled every other part of my body, even my mouth felt as though it was full of the sticky, creamy stuff.

By the time he was finished I was so physically exhausted I sent him away, and within just a few seconds I was sound asleep.' 

Chapter 4

Aftermath

She fell silent for a while, giving me a little time to think about both the content of, and my reaction to, her fantasy. Whilst I certainly had no wish to own a cock anywhere near as monstrous as the man in it had, the thought of having that much potency was undoubtedly stirring. And I knew from what I could feel down between my legs that hearing hers had definitely added to the arousal that had started when I recounted my own fantasy. Although not yet fully ready for action, my cock had grown considerably and had started to re-harden.

But putting my own physical reactions aside for a few moments I realised that if fantasies reflected even a small part of what went on in our subconscious, Alissa's could tell me much about her deepest, even unrecognised thoughts, feelings and wants.

The most obvious thing was that she hadn't been frightened of the physical act of sex - even monstrous, perhaps dangerous sex. But although she wanted lots of it, she was at the same time picky. She'd been prepared to try sex with as many men and boys as were queuing up for it, but even while she was having it done to her by most of them, she was waiting for that one that had something special to offer.

But what of the man she'd finally fixed on? First of all he 'broke her rules'. I thought that the fact that he'd done it by being fat was neither here nor there, it was breaking the rules that was important. He was neither some boy she knew, nor a teen-ager's normal idol. He wasn't the kind of man a young woman would normally create for her fantasy, she wanted someone different, someone who broke the rules.

And in being so much older than she was that parameter, in at least some ways, certainly fitted me.

Then I thought about the gigantic cock, and the things it had finally done to her. I felt sure that aspect of the fantasy could be ascribed to the fact that although she had been no virgin, she was still relatively inexperienced and was probably avoiding her concerns about what reactions she might get from various men by focusing on just the range of penis sizes she might still have to encounter.

But what of the earlier scene, before his cock was reduced sufficiently in size to actually penetrate her? 

In spite of the discomfort, and perhaps degradation of, as she had put it, 'having a couple of bucketfuls of jism chucked over me', she said she had actually got even more turned-on by the experience. And that made me wonder if some time she'd like me to do that - but that tempting thought was broken by the sound of her voice. 'Did I shock you?' she asked apprehensively.

As I re-focused on reality I suddenly noticed the changes that had come over her, her face was lightly flushed, and when I looked lower I could see that the tips of her nipples seemed to be juttingly swollen. I obviously wasn't alone in being affected by the story-telling. 

'Shock? No far from it Alissa, I got so involved I had to literally think my way back to normal. If you know what I mean.' I said, desperately trying to push all the complexities I had actually been thinking about far to the back of my mind.

'Yes I think so. I was a bit like that when you finished. It's a bit like watching a movie, you sometimes have to sit there for a minute or two before you can get up to leave.'

'Yes, it was exactly like that. It's a great fantasy, as I said before, you're an incredibly creative lover.' I replied, then leaned across, and as I slipped one hand behind her head and pulled her towards me, I slid the other up between us and cupped her breast. 'And right now I think my lover is badly in need of some personal attention.' I added, before kissing her.

The passionate urgency behind the way she returned my kiss, and the hard little buds I felt grazing the palm of my hand confirmed what I had thought, the hearing and re-telling of our fantasies had definitely got to her.

I pushed myself up and knelt beside her for a few moments, letting my eyes roam over her nakedness, then bent to kiss her again. Although her response was just as passionate, as she somehow seemed to understand even better than I did what my intentions were it was less urgent, her lips and tongue playing with mine, her body relaxing as my hand drifted up and down over it.

My finger-tips tingled at the feel of her silky softness, my head swam as my hand caressed each firm curve, and I felt my heart beating more strongly as I thought of the shared pleasures we were about to give each other. I kissed her eyes, pushed back her hair to kiss her ears and then the soft flesh down the side of her neck, before moving on across her shoulder, pausing before moving further down, towards her waiting, uptilting breast.

'You are a very beautiful young woman Alissa.' I said softly. 'Very, very beautiful. And you know damn well that you can have your pick of virtually any man you want. I've no idea why on earth you've picked me, well at least for this time and place, but thank you - and in future always choose wisely.' I added before pressing my lips down over her budding nipple.

As I began to swirl my tongue around it she sighed, and then, barely audibly, I heard her say. 'I think I have.' 

I pretended I hadn't heard the whispered words, and tried to ignore the deeper implications they contained by concentrating on both pleasing her, and savouring the pleasures I was getting in return.

While my mouth and tongue concentrated on her breasts, kissing, licking and gently sucking each in turn, I let my hands roam freely over the rest of her, one stroking her hair, neck and shoulders, the other drifting up and down her legs, then back and forth over her softly rounded belly. And I could tell from the sound of her occasional murmuring sighs, and the feel of the way her body sank deeper down into the bed, just how much she loved what I was doing. 

It wasn't too long before I was able to feel the even more positive effects of my slow caresses. Her breasts felt a little more swollen, the flesh around her nipples was firmer and what had been no more than sweet little buds had bloomed, jutting sharply from their surrounding aureoles. Then I felt her reach for my lower hand, and moving her legs apart as she lifted it, she guided it down between them.

As I pressed it up against her I felt how warm and moist her pussy was, and while continuing to gently suck both spiking nipples I began to stroke two fingers up and down the slippery furrow. Wanting to give us both plenty of time to enjoy what we were feeling, although I occasionally let them slip down into it, at that stage I was careful to neither probe too deeply nor let my fingers move too high. And when I felt her trying to squirm herself down on to my slow moving hand I whispered. 'Not yet Alissa, be still, relax and enjoy.'

She understood and did as I suggested, suppressing the urgency, patiently letting me do whatever I wanted to do with her body.

Some time later I moved myself lower, easing and spreading her legs wider, then positioning myself down between them. She opened her mist-filled eyes and smiled. "When you treat me like this I get the feeling that the lead-up and anticipation of it is even better than the actual climax.'

'That's good, I'm glad to know you feel that way about it too.' I replied, running my hands slowly up and down her wide-splayed legs. 'The actual climax is over so quickly, but the anticipation can go on for as long as you can stand it.'

'That was part of your fantasy, wasn't it, I mean although you were getting so incredibly frustrated, in a strange way you were actually enjoying it, I mean enjoying the anticipation.'

'Mmm, that's quite right. So now it's your turn, but I promise I won't keep you in suspense anywhere near as long as I was!' I said, pushing my head up between her legs.

As I eased forward I kissed the inside curve of her leg, feeling my nostrils tingling as I breathed in the exciting scent of her. 'Beautiful!' I whispered as I stared up at her pussy. Its delicate outer lips were dusky pink, still furled, like an early morning blossom, and, as though to complete that picture, I noticed there were even tiny dew-drops clinging to its folds. Once again I marvelled at how something that looked so fragile could withstand the most powerful onslaught from a man's cock, and at the same time provide such exquisitely intense pleasure.

Although caressing her was rapidly increasing my sexual arousal, as I knelt there, nuzzling my face between her legs, brushing my cheek against the warm smoothness of her thigh, that excitement was almost over-shadowed by a feeling of blissful happiness. All I wanted to do right then was to continue giving Alissa as much pleasure as possible, as much as she could stand.

So I took my time, continuing to kiss and lick her thighs, while slipping my hands higher, up over her stomach to gently caress her breasts, every now and then rolling or lightly pinching their stiffened nipples.




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But although I kept my pace unhurried I eventually felt rippling tremors running through her body, quite tiny ones at first, but the longer I continued my slow kissing and caressing the stronger they began to get. So then I finally began to slowly work my way up along her leg and thigh, my mouth and tongue slowly edging ever higher. But even so I was still in no hurry and continued making slow progress, kissing and licking my way towards her pussy. Then, even when I finally reached it I did no more than lick all around its outer edges, occasionally letting my tongue drift, almost accidentally across the increasingly moist slit between the pouting lips.

As what I was doing built her inner tension higher Alissa began to make soft, gasping moans and when she felt my teasing tongue finally slip down into the furrow she grunted and tried to wriggle herself forward on to it. But I still wasn't ready to let her climax that quickly and pulled my head back a little, waiting until she calmed down before resuming.

For quite some time I did little more than that, running my tongue around and between her pussy-lips, sometimes bending forward to kiss it or the flesh around it, but all the time keeping my hands and fingers on the move. Waiting until I felt the tremors grow stronger before sliding my tongue down between the moist folds, tasting the sweetly acrid juices, then stiffening it and probing deeper.

Although that progression increased the strength of her responses, for some time I again held back, doing just enough to maintain that level. Waiting until I could tell from her gasping grunts of increasing frustration that the pressure inside her was starting to become unbearable before slipping my tongue higher, to her clitoris.

But even when I touched it, I did it differently, gently rolling it around under my tongue rather than flicking it, so her build-up to orgasm and the climax itself were also quite different to what she probably normally experienced. Instead of a rapidly accelerating progression, then a dramatically sudden release, what I was doing built the pressure inside her much more slowly, and I felt various muscles flexing, then locking tight. When I felt her body lifting, pushing her pussy higher, as though urging me to finish, I glanced up. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open in a sort of silent scream and her entire body was tensed, arching high.

Of course in time the tension and pressure reached a point where release was inevitable, but even then I maintained that tantalisingly slow stimulation, forcing her body to reduce it progressively, rather than in an all too brief, explosive burst. It was as though she was on a sort of slow motion roller-coaster, experiencing one exhilarating thrill after another. Soaring over a series of crests, each one a little higher than the last, each followed by a few moments of relative calmness before the next uphill climb, then another rush of even stronger pleasure.

I lost track of how long I stayed knelt between her legs, and of how many peaks she actually experienced, but I do know it was a very long time before I felt her hands pushing my head away and heard her husky voice saying. 'Enough David, that's enough now.'

She sank down, softly sighing as her body unwound and relaxed. 'That was unfair, I was helpless to stop you, and now I feel a wreck.'

'I thought you enjoyed it.'

'Of course I did!' she said with a bit more animation. 'But you made it impossible for me to do anything in return. You made me feel totally selfish, and I got concerned that you were getting nothing out of it.'

'Oh I wouldn't say that, apart from anything else I love making you happy, but I wouldn't say this is nothing.' I replied, getting up on my knees.

When I'd pushed myself back from between her legs I had glanced down, and hadn't been really surprised to see what had resulted from the thrills I'd got from caressing her, plus the always arousing smell of her sexual arousal. Although I hadn't been conscious of it, the effect had been more than enough to overcome any remaining physical weariness brought on by our earlier love-making, and by then my cock was fully erect and quiveringly rock-hard.

'Aha! Now that is a quite different matter.' she said enthusiastically, as she stared at it. 'I know exactly what to do with that!' she added as she urgently pulled me down on top of herself.

Her pussy was of course still quite literally dripping wet, so when she guided it between her pussy-lips it took only a single push to slide my cock home. Once inside, I paused for a moment, bent to kiss her again, and then whispered. 'You have the most adorably pussy I've ever known. I can't explain just how marvellous it feels, it's as though my cock is being bathed in warm honey.'

'And although I love what you've just done for me, I mean with your tongue, this is the feeling I really, really love.' she said tenderly, then added with a low giggle. 'So stir my honey-pot for me.'

I didn't need telling twice and began to move, feeling my cock responding to her luscious tightness, giving me the feeling that it was actually getting even bigger as I slid it slowly in and out of her.

'Oh David that's lovely.' she whispered. 'Just keep doing it like that, please.' she added before lifting her head and kissing me.

The sensations were just as wonderful for me and as we kissed and my cock tunnelled deeper into the sticky juiciness of her pussy I felt waves of delight flowing through me, waves that grew larger the longer I continued my unhurried motion.

So I held that slow, steady pace, and Alissa moved to the same unhurried beat, her hips rising to meet my down-stroke, her hands gripping my bottom and urging me deeper. We kissed, sighed, murmured words of pleasure or endearment, then kissed again. What we were sharing was again, in the true sense of the word, love-making, each receiving the maximum amount of pleasure while knowing we were at the same time returning it to the other.

And although I knew we both wanted those feelings to last as long as was possible, in time, when I heard a change in the intensity of her sighing moans, I decided it was time to increase the tempo of what I was doing. So, placing my hands on either side of her and digging my toes into the mattress, I lifted myself high above her, that way not only altering the angle of my cock so I could get it really deep, but also so that as I thrust in and out the shaft would rub against her clitoris.

I wasn't really surprised that in that position it took only a couple of strokes to get a reaction from her. 'Oh shit!' she exclaimed as she arched her hips up to meet me. 'Oh that's really, really strong!'

Hearing that gave me the additional motivation I needed to increase both the speed and energy behind each thrust. And as her pussy was still super-sensitive from the number of climaxes I had already given her, it only took her another couple of minutes to reach another, but far more explosive one.

By that time I could tell I was getting close to my own, and whether because she saw the strain that position was taking out of me, or she simply had a flash of inspiration, she suddenly said. 'Stop a moment David, let me try something.'

Naturally enough I stopped at the bottom of a down-thrust, leaving my cock buried inside her, but she pushed me up, asking. 'Can you hold yourself up?'

When I said I could, at least for a while, she grinned, told me to make sure I didn't slip right out, then when I lifted myself, I felt her pussy tightening, and she began to thrust her hips up and down.

It felt strange, holding myself quite motionless above her, yet feeling the same thrilling effects as when I had been thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy. And although the continuing strain on my arms, shoulders and legs was strong, the sensations I was getting from being fucked by her tightly suctioning pussy were absolutely incredible, so I mentally gritted my teeth and held on.

In fact the effect was so incredible that it seemed only a matter of seconds before what she was doing to me triggered the familiar dizzy rush. Then I heard myself give a loud grunt as I felt the flood starting to well up from somewhere deep inside. That sound obviously alerted Alissa to just how close I was, because her pussy seemed to grip it even tighter, then her movements grew even more purposeful, until her pussy was literally pumping my straining cock.

Then the first gout finally surged up through me, and as I'd never felt anything quite like that I couldn't suppress an ecstatic cry. 'Oh Alissa, my darling Alissa!'

'Oh David yes, I can feel it too! I can feel you coming! Come again, again!' she replied, vigorously thrusting her unbelievably tight pussy up and down my spouting cock.

The sensation was amazing, as though her pussy was literally siphoning the semen up through my body, urging a seemingly never ending stream of it out of me. But of course it wasn't endless and by the time she had finished me off we were both utterly drained, and when I collapsed down on top of her we remained locked in each other's arms, soon slipping into deep, dreamless sleep.