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The Art Gallery

By: cute_n_nerdy



I lean in close to you, giggling, and whisper "Guess what I'm wearing!" 

You raise an eyebrow as you look me up and down, taking in the sensible and demure charcoal grey coat that ends just above my knees. It's zipped up to just below my chin, because it's chilly out as we walk to the art gallery. You observe my knee-high boots, the bare skin that flirts with your vision between where my boots ends and my coat starts. 

"A new skirt? No, a dress," you say. 

I shake my head, grinning, and skip ahead of you while you continue calling out guesses. 

"You're not even close," I call back over my shoulder, running up the steps into the gallery. It's late, a last-minute decision; the art gallery closes in 40 minutes, barely enough time to make it worth it ... if I planned to look at the art. But I have other plans for you. 

You catch up to me, and we enter together, observing the different exhibits. Your hand rests casually against the back of my neck, your thumb rubbing idly against the sensitive skin under my ear. I shiver under your touch and wiggle a little as a breeze sweeps up under my jacket and over my bare legs. The gallery is almost empty, one or two other people here and there. I wander around idly, but slowly working my way in the direction I want to go. I've been by a few times already, so I know where everything is and the busier times of day. 

"Brat," you whisper in my ear, biting lightly and laughing when I give a surprised yelp. "Tell me." 

I shake my head at you and frown with mock sternness. 

"It's a surprise!" 

I gasp when you pull me against you and kiss me deeply, blushing because I know even though it's mostly empty, there are still a few people watching. Your hand slides to the bottom of my coat and under, along the bare skin of my thigh; I feel your surprise as you pause, realizing that there is no skirt, no dress, there to stop your wandering fingers. You roam higher, and then chuckle when you touch the smooth fabric of my panties. 

"Oh, you bad girl," you tsk, pulling away from me. I duck my head shyly, still blushing, and grab your hand in mine, tugging you forward. 

"This way," I say. Bemused, you let me pull you along and smile broadly when you see the public washrooms sign and the absolute lack of people anywhere around. I hesitate, and then duck into the men's, you following close behind me. I slip into the far stall and you shut and lock the door as I turn to face you, my fingers fiddling with the zipper of my jacket. As I hesitate, you take charge, brushing my hands aside to pull the zipper down. Your eyes widen with surprise as inch by naked inch reveals itself and you realize that I'm wearing nothing but the panties you felt earlier and my knee-high boots. 

"Bad girl," you say again, your voice rough with lust as you slide my jacket off. You lean down and suck my nipple into your mouth, your hands rough on my hips as you pull me into you; I can feel you, already rock hard, and grind my hips against you slightly. You feel the moist heat, and your fingers quest down to investigate, and slide into me - you breathe sharply in surprise, and realize that the panties I have on are crotchless. 

"I bought them just for you," I whisper against your shoulder, the words dragging out of me as you caress your thumb across my clit. You push me back against the wall and fuck me hard with your fingers; my knees tremble, and your hand wrapped around my throat is the only thing that keeps me standing as I start cumming from your relentless assault. You bite my lower lip, suck it into your mouth and then kiss me, thrusting your tongue between my lips as I grind down on your hand. 

You give me a minute to catch my breath, and bring your fingers to my mouth for me to lick and suck them clean. 

"You taste good, don't you baby," you whisper to me, and I nod wordlessly as I wrap my tongue around your fingers and wish it was your cock. As if reading my mind, you push me down to my knees in front of you. I'm pinned between your body and the wall, kneeling on my coat. You slap your hard cock against my face, and say "Beg for it. Tell me how much you want my cock."

I nuzzle against you, my tongue flickering out to taste your skin as my nails draw idle designs over your flesh. 

"I want your cock so bad, please baby, please let me suck you ... I want you to cum all over my face. Let me be your little cumslut," I plead. You groan and in one long, slow, smooth motion, you slide your cock between my lips -- you shudder as I swirl my tongue around the tip, and then take your entire length. I gag slightly as you reach the back of my throat, but maintain a slow tempo and lavish your cock with attention from my tongue. When your hips start to keep rhythm with my motions, I move faster; sucking the tip, I use my hands on the base of your shaft and tease the underside of your head with my tongue. 

"Oh fuck," you mutter, and slap my hands away and grab my hair, shoving yourself as far into my mouth and throat as you'll go. My nose is buried in your groin, and I moan around you, digging my nails into your thighs. "You like that, huh? You like me fucking your throat like a little whore?" I whimper and look up at you adoringly, cupping and fondling your balls in one hand as you fuck my face. "Good girl," you hiss. You slow your motions, and once again I reach up to jack you off as I suck the last few inches of your cock.

You reach down to play with my tits, pinching my nipples -- gently at first, and then with increasing pressure. I moan around your cock and increase my tempo, bobbing up and down on you with enthusiasm. You pound into me now, thrusting your hips with increasing urgency.

You pull away suddenly, and wrap your hand around your cock, jerking rapidly as your cum jets out and covers my face. I smile up at you brightly and lick my lips, savouring the taste of your cum.

The Art Gallery



The rack

It's your sub's appointment. She wants to have some fun. Adult fun, that is. Something x-rated. How about a bondage scene? With all the requisite teasing, and naked flesh on display. We can tie you up good. That would be fun. Of course, bondage isn't bondage without someone there to enjoy it with you. Who doesn't want to be tied up for sensation play?

Who wants to get naked? And lie back, and put their hands over their head. On the rack. On a long, padded leather bench, specifically. The rack is for getting medieval... I prefer it to crucifixion. This rack, unsurprisingly, is not used to pull your limbs off, although it could. It is just for stretching your partner out.

You know what I mean right? There are big ratchets on both ends. You turn them, and her hands and her feet are pulled in different directions. There is quite a bit of slack when you first get on, tied but untightened, and it's fun to see them roll and wiggle around at just a little touch, getting a lot of mileage out of a largely constrained range of motion. Not for long...

Click click click click. Just get it over with. Get her arms pressed into her head and her legs straight, and jiggle the rope around her ankles and wrists a bit to make sure it's comfortable, and give her another quarter turn. Get her body completely taut. Mmm. Run a feather down this beautiful fillet of somebody's daughter, making her twitch, perhaps making her giggle uncontrollably. Light tickling is a delightful little warmup. See her stomach muscles tense up, just at the slightest lick of the feather. Her nervous system is yours. Good thing I don't like tickling that much. This is more for just getting her heart pumping. It's just a feather. God.

What else do you want to tease your sub with? She eyes me suspiciously, conscious of the nervous system she just handed over. God I love the breasts of a woman on her back. Her big round titties rise and fall a little less shakily now, with my hands at rest. The rack has a certain calming effect on people. Completely bound, completely helpless... they soon realize there's no sense in struggling. Let's kill some time :)

Not done with the feather yet. Let's oil her up. Bondage babes look best when they're covered in baby oil. This step is completely necessary. If she's wearing anything, like maybe leggings or something, you shouldn't worry about getting it wet. Use the thinner, slipperier kind. Drizzle, or pour it or whatever, on her stomach, some on her nipples, all down her legs. It's interesting to watch the fluid flow along her contours in tides, spreading itself evenly, pooling on her stomach and at her pussy, dripping down her breasts, getting her all shiny and sparkling. I like seeing my reflection. In addition to being aesthetically pleasing, the slippery wet softening of the skin also makes for a more sensitive surface... it feels great. Put a big squirt in your hand and run it down her body. Very sensual. She may also enjoy the baby oil advantage on the soles of her feet, and your nails. Get your feather wet.

Very sexy. Has your sub been struggling? Probably moaning, a lot. It's a wonderful experience, submitting yourself (and not being able to get out), and closing your eyes to accept whatever delights are in store for you. For instance, everyone loves a breast massage. But what's even better than that is a tongue tour. Get on top of her, your knees at her sides. She's slippery like a fish. Put your hands where you want them, and start off by kissing her neck, nibbling her ears. Push her hair out of the way. Drag your tongue (kept nicely lubricated) under her chin and down the valley between her breasts, kissing in a long line past her navel. Bite her hip a bit, and gently drag your fingernails down her sides, from her elbows, and suck, and tease her nipples a bit, make them a little harder. Her inner thighs are unfortunately unavailable.

Ever heard of the Wartenberg wheel? For the uninitiated, that's a stainless steel medieval (not really) torture device and sex toy. It's a pinwheel, with 22 sharp little tines that spin freely on a stick, for rolling across your sub's naked body, VERY effectively. They are inexpensive. You can get one with something like eight heads (which is nuts), for covering a wider area, but typically with one head, to be more precise. I like the head/wheel to be on the smaller side. And sharp. Or at least pointy. Pricky? However it is you describe a Wartenberg wheel, no dungeon is complete without one.

Want to do some neurological testing? Extract a confession? Get on top of her, facing her, her top half in front of you. Her fingers are wrapped tightly around the cords, her eyes glued to your movements. Although her soft boobs are aching to be played with, let's leave them be for now. Start instead at her armpit, rolling the wheel down her ribs, making her go eeeeeek and jumping a bit. It's gonna get rolled down her whole body. Might want to start with her legs instead.

Want to hear every possible variation of "oh god"? This is how. And god knows the best techniques leave no marks. But we have a bit of maintenance to do before we continue. Do you have a vibrator? See how her legs will hold it for you? Mm, yes, they will. Position it just so, up against her pussy lips, and switch it to a low setting. This is part one to a process of making her scream. Two, get her sensitized. You could do this the trippy way and use hot wax... you should know what kind of candles to use. Specifically on her tits, on her stomach, down her legs and down her sides. If you're doing a slow wax scene and wax is the main point here, take your time. I like picking it off more than I like applying it, though. I just use my fingers but the Wartenberg wheel is good for picking it off her ribs too. Get it all off.

You could spare her nipples, if you want. Could brush them instead, while you're waiting for the wax to cool. Use something soft, like a blush brush or shaving brush. A nerve brush. Give her nipples a good brushing for a few minutes, in some spirals, then peel the wax off. Her skin will be a bit red underneath of it.

I have an additional toy, the Scott Paul windmill. That's what it's called. What it is is another pinwheel, with real pins on it, not just spikes, centered in a larger wheel of soft fibrous feathers, in such a way that you might not even see the pins lurking inside it. I like how cute it looks, and I love the sigh of relief when they see me picking it up instead. It's more for tickling, and, in making the most of her bondage predicament, is absolutely dastardly. It sticks on your finger. I love it.

Regular Wartenberg wheel in one hand, feather wheel on the other. She's breathing through her mouth, her ribs sticking out a little bit, panting and still tingling. No struggle room at all, hehe. The little fiber strands licking her skin make it much more deadly, and it is, seriously, literally, a torture tool. It's the kind of thing you get tied up for.

Wartenberg wheels (regular ones) are a different kind of teasing, and as far as I can tell it stimulates exactly as it was intended to (ie. awesomely). A unique feeling, the Wartenberg wheel is like a bug crawling on your skin, or a razor being dragged, making all the muscles around it quiver involuntarily. Just get one... and leave it on some ice until you're ready. Best used along the inner thighs, under her breasts where they meet her chest (oh god), nipples, across her waist and lower abdomen, her arms, hands, toes, around her neck (carefully), all up and down her legs... you're likely to make some discoveries. Perhaps spend extra time in one area and make her dread you exploring the rest. I like to trace her underwear back on. This is the dungeon, after all. The wheel is best on soft, squishy parts and where her bones are closer to her skin, paradoxically.

She will probably jump, and shriek a bit and try to get away, as the device rolls across her. But she can't get far, and it looks like she's just going to have to deal with it. Some people hate it... you can take some liberties and really make her squeal if you want. Tell her to hold out her tongue. It's like tickling. She will beg you as the pins travel slowly towards her pussy. Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no. It is a temporary mental paradise, honestly, as your body aches all over, yanking at the restraints, all flooded with 3D feelings, no room for other thoughts. Eventually unglue the vibrator from her pussy, kept warm for you, and as slowly as possible run it down beside her clit.

Yes, you can make her lose her mind pretty quickly. The tickler-prickler is amazing.

Tied to the ceiling

I'd barely taken anything off when my hands were bound over my head, and further tied to a long rope that went up to a metal loop in the ceiling. A spreader bar appears at my feet, and I have to adjust my balance. Bra and thong. It's riding up my ass a little. I feel like I'm just doing a demonstration of the equipment, the bondage girl in her underwear, legs spread wide, arms stretched to the ceiling now. My legs feel especially bare. Stress positions are sexy... and only a little less so when you're in one. And, um, why am I like this anyway? Why can I barely stand? It wasn't even my idea to-- SNAP. She's whipping me. I'm not sure if I like thi-- CRACK. That was right across my ass. OW That stings. It's like being bit by a snake. I prefer a dull ache, like clamps, instead something sharp... I thought I was going to fall over at first.

I can't see what my master is doing. She stays behind me, and seems to be going after my butt and my thighs more than anything. I am getting my ass whipped. I can't believe it. SMACK SMACK SMACK And I can't help but shriek a little. But flagellation is just a precursor... we can do better than that.

I don't know how long she whipped me for (not very long), before setting it down. She knees beside me. Very nice, she compliments. I smiled, then heard her zip the toy bag shut. I had heard the noise. The Wheel, the Wartenberg wheel, rattling on its spine. Fuck. My mind is racing, trying to anticipate where the device will land. It's my ankle. She rolls it back and forth a bit and I'm kind of flooded with memorable sights and sounds from wheel use of the past. No, I don't have too much experience on the receiving end, which becomes more and more obvious as it rolls up my calf and behind my knee. I can only think of it as a bug, a fat heavy one with too many legs. Not the best thought when it's crawling up your leg. The backs of my thighs are raw and red and flushed from being whipped. Great... she had to get me tenderized first. Thanks.

Slowly up my left inner thigh goes the small, prickly pinwheel. I hadn't realized we were doing a torture scene. The spreader bar is killing me here, and having to stand. It feels electric and she is expertly tormenting my legs with it, taking care to run it over the spots reddest from the flogging. UGH. I can barely stop vocalizing, let alone stand. She stops. A pause. I hear a click and feel her slapping some cool, soothing oil of some kind on me, and ooh that feels good. I'm just getting into to her rubbing that lovely shit in when she, again, stops, and stands up and walks past, her hand leaving my leg a little hesitantly. She smiles wickedly over her shoulder, and pulls up a chair behind me. Groan. Time for some more butt work, I guess. She pulls my wet thong down. Yes, the device, all over my legs, all over my ass, and all down my freshly peeled ass crack all over again. Lovely. Up your inner thigh is the worst. I wish I were gagged better so she wouldn't know that.

Oral sex

Make love to me, I tell him. "Uh," he replies, gesturing to the bondage frame in the corner. I sigh. I see his mistress come up behind him, and slip the pussy collar over his head. Ooh, I'm excited. I'm even more excited when she wraps two leather cuffs around my legs, tightening them over some of my welts from earlier. Woof, he says. I ignore him. I lie back on some pillows against the wall. I have a big grin on my face, and admire the wide leather straps. The trick is to get the clasps near the backs of your thighs.

He gets down on his elbows in front of me. No, down, she says. He gets on his stomach. There's still a good six inches between me and his chin... I arch my back and close my legs over his head to get him closer. He gets close, and kisses me. My mistress clasps two D-rings on his collar to my legs, and the instant I relax his head is jerked down, bringing his nose within an inch of my clit. He struggles a bit and tries to lift his head. He cannot. I savor this for a moment and slowly part my legs, pulling his collar taut and his face to my waxed pussy, for him to slobber on. Aahhhhhhhh. The sexiest part is the perfection. All he can do is lick... he doesn't dare bite me.

His face is, like, right there. And the slightest shift in my hips exerts total control over his head... I can press my thighs to his ears and let him pull back a bit, to tongue my clit, or just as readily sacrifice his scant amount of breathing room, and relax, and spread my legs (often involuntarily), lazily pulling his collar tight and forcing his mouth as close as our bodies will allow. The contact is constant; he is buried in your hips, resigned to enjoying a nice mouthful for a while. You'll find out how much pussy juice a boy can slurp in one sitting. His tongue gets a good workout... he will not be allowed to stop. And, again, the contact is constant. You WILL cum. Probably right in front of his face. I like to throw my arms back... I would be satisfied with two or three orgasms.

Mistress certainly hasn't undone the links on his collar. I ask him what he thinks. He tries to get up on his elbow to reply and is stopped very short, and pulled back down. I can't help but smile; I cross my legs over his back, feeling possessive. "I think your pussy is awesome," he says. He's gonna be having more of it. Spit on it, I tell him. No, don't, says my girlfriend, making him look confused. I had forgotten she was there. She leans over me with a bottle of Sliquid. It's much colder than my radiating skin and I squeal a bit when she squirts a big glob of the clear lubricant on, just under my clit. It starts to roll down. There you go, baby. And the cherry on top: hands tied. Behind his back. There's a wet smacking noise and a muffle unf as his face is pulled back to me. It's like bobbing for apples! Except now he can't support himself. Getting some thick lube on increases the smothering factor, and the extra wetness (as if it were needed) makes this game all the more mouthwatering. Better hope his sinuses are clear... get a pillow under his chest to save his neck. Perhaps have your lover lie over you for a deep make out session, to further melt into tongue bliss. Really great after a rough day at the office.

How about I murder you?

Tease and denial. We need a sub for that. See I'm on top, and practicing, we've already decided that. You could have him on the cross, or handcuffed on the couch, which is great for facilitating Nipple Appreciation Day, or on the chair, or just on the bed. You could talk to him about it, and he probably knows what you're thinking about now when get the rope out. Get his hands up over his head before he changes his mind.

We read that (on blowjobs): The basic technique is to stimulate the penis using the warmth and moisture of the mouth, and the sliding friction of lips, tongue, the interior of the mouth, and the throat. The stimulation should be applied so as to steadily increase arousal toward orgasm, or to reach and keep arousal at a high level just short of orgasm. Ie., playing with his orgasm. Not letting him have it. We're going to be exploratory, so (on bondage): The sub's body is placed in a position of stress, continually pulling against the bonds. Bondage has an aesthetic appeal as muscles are tense and well-defined. It makes the sub feel vulnerable and continually aware of their helpless state. [The] inability to move heightens their sense of touch; this can further be enhanced by the use of sensory deprivation techniques. I'm not sure spread eagle on the California King is a stress position, but good enough. Often, the person will be gagged so as to increase their sense of helplessness. They may also be blindfolded for the same reason, or not blindfolded so that they can see their teaser being provocative. Make sure he is stretched out to his fullest before you tie him. Be mindful of the breathing limitations of men or women gagged on their backs.

What's the theme? Skills development, romance, or an afternoon of well-lit sadism? Has he been nice to you lately? What do you wear when you're punishing someone? Strut in, with him already laid out for you, and look down your nose at him in latex.Or lace, leather, PVC, lingerie, whatever! Either that or just your underwear, after you take your jeans off and let him see your legs. Or just don't wear anything. I like fishnets, pushup bras, rubber, corsets, red, black, good posture, and strings over straps. I'm also a fan of being in just a top, or a bra. Tell him how much you're just aching to have it off. It'll make your legs feel longer (like a mile long, when you stand over him). What you want is to be effortlessly extra alluring as the host of the show, whether it's made for TV or not. Arch your back, sway your hips, lick your lips and burn that image into his mind, like a cigarette through a phonebook. The power and tantalizing appeal of all your assets is amplified because he can't touch them. Keep it skimpy :)

So, it's important to consider what your captive is here for. Tease and denial is... what? Perhaps discuss it with him. It may as well be punishment. Just implied punishment. It's my favorite kind of slow torment, as administered by a skilled and vindictive female torture artist (me). He's gonna be stretched out on the bed for extra long today, completely exposed and very conscious of it. Slave scenes are almost always fun. I like an excuse to be excruciating. I don't typically use anything as an interrogation technique... I don't know if that's a lucky thing or not.

How will be pleasure our bunny first? Hold his big erection... It will be yours for a while. I'm like a spider, you see. Soon he'll be even further caught in my web, while I eat him an organ at a time. It doesn't really matter if you're a terrible, sadistic bitch of a cocktease naturally or not. It's not difficult.

I'm assuming he's on his back, on the bed, you're on top. Sit on his stomach and put your hands on his chest and look him in the eyes. His staring has got my breasts aching at this point. Too bad he can't touch them. Do you take it off? I make a special point of this seminal bra-removing moment cause his eyes bulge at the jiggling. A woman crawling around on top of him would make him crazy even with his pants on.

Ball sucking, tonguing, bathing, whatever. His balls will be pretty tight soon, and they like to stay that way. Give him a good, long bath, stretching them out, to wake him up. Suck them into your mouth one at a time for symmetry. Guys: I love sucking balls. But I really love it if they're shaven.

Mm, enough of that. We should get started. Put some clips in your hair or tie it in a ponytail. Handjob time. Latex oil handjob time. You will definitely need some lubricant to truly enjoy the smoothness no fur provides here. You probably have to buy something, if you don't already have something, as nothing provides the same effects as some kind of prepared lubricant. Not olive oil, not massage oil (which is different), not spit, not WD-40, and I hope you didn't think of water. You first thought might be baby oil. Here's some truth about baby oil: technically it is gross (and bad for babies!). It's mineral oil, which is a gas refinement byproduct, and not good for your skin. You can, and should do better. With that said, baby oil does have a couple of lovely qualities, like how it holds heat...use your microwave. I personally don't like KY. Go nuts. A proper squirt bottle of lube is important for skin contact, so make sure you have one.




The Art Gallery



One of my favorite additional tools is a pair of latex gloves. Not the one size fits all... these are my size with no loose material, not hard to come by. They are medical examination gloves. I probably have sixty pairs left... they're yellow. Examination gloves are for giving handjobs... really wicked handjobs. Wink at him. Squirt a big puddle in one palm, enough to drip, and stick your hands together, and coat your hands. The backs too. And touch him. Yum. What a great, and pleasant way to hold a cock. You don't have to put both gloves on, but I like to switch hands. Just how smooth is greasy latex? Real smooth. Look him in the eyes. Let's do some strokes. How comfortable are you? You'll sit for a while... but will you sit on him? Probably. Look him in the eyes. Let's do some strokes.

With one hand, loosely point him toward you. Wrap one hand around his dick. Yes, of course it's his dick. That's what I'm in to. One slippery latex-skinned hand is enough, however, you have two. One is for guiding him, and massaging him, and the other is for working him. My right hand slides slowly up his penis, with just the right amount of pressure on his shaft. It is wet. It slides past each of my fingers, making him shake, making his head disappear into my fist, slowly engulfing it, making him make a kissy face. All the way up. Hold your fist over it. Maybe three or four inches over it, and lower it, slowly...keeping him with one hand pointed up. Let him pop back in again, and go down. You know what to do. It's like pushups. One up and one down counts as one.

Feel his big, swollen cock slip between your fingers, sputtering, gliding wetly along whatever course you set for it. Get him hard, and shiny. Perhaps this is where your nurse uniform comes in. For optimal nerve testing response, we need his engorged, oily cock kept in place by two fingers around the base. Perhaps a fingertip massage? I don't know, I guess that and fist-fucking him is all you can do, with the gloves. But I like wearing them. Of course, make sure to get warm grease all over his balls as well. Often devote a few minutes to a good nut rub, to let his cock take a break. I smile at the little squelching liquid noises that are produced. I think he just hears them as another confirmation of what we're doing, and that he is tied up in the bedroom and helplessly on the receiving end. This is allll about him, remember, and maximum cum production. Try to be meticulous. And agonizing :)

How do you be agonizing? By squeezing. Less friction means more pressure. It is very delicious. Too sweet, actually. So, in the middle of all this we can pause and examine the effects of the Wartenberg wheel on his penis. Reach over and pick up the slim metal device, and twirl it around in front of him. Has he ever seen one before? Although it's shockingly nasty looking, it's actually better if he has seen it before. Don't think I'm overstating or exaggerating the power of the wheel. Does he jump when it first touches his skin? On his shaft, just above his balls. I hold it at its end and let gravity pull it back down a little. Leisurely roll it under and across his testicles... sometimes he'll choose to watch, but not always. Return it to its starting position, at the base of his cock, with him pointed to the sky, so he can see how high we get. Start it slowly rolling up (obviously slowly), and see if he can handle the pins ascending his taut skin. I like to take it up the side. Tell him to hold still; you need to be precise. You don't want to jump into it, you know? The little thing is just made for hard cocks. If he's not a fast learner... well, we have lots of time to make him learn. Take the wheel up and down and around his shaft, and under his balls, spiraling it, slowly, towards the head of his cock, if he's been good and you didn't have to start over. Believe me, you can kill a lot of time being slow. The real game is in inching it toward the head, keeping it just under, and then eventually going over it. I won't use it on him for long, but I am extra evil when I am. Just pretend you're Satan.

Cock ring? Maybe. Maybe put it on after to really tantalize him. Let him get soft a little, slip it on, and give him a sloppy kiss to bring him back. Is he being a total jerk, swearing, thrashing about? Get out a leather bootlace. Stroke him to a full erection again, and hold the long strip of leather in both hands and his cock in the middle. Begin winding it around his shaft, both ways, firmly but not hard, keeping it flat. He'll exhale and shiver as his cock gets just a little more firm with each pass. The leather strap grips nicely... in one way or another, this is better than a cock ring. Wrap it up like a present, tying it off an inch below his head. I'll typically leave his balls unaffected. The main thing affected here is the head of his cock, and how focused you now have to be on it... Although you can buy dedicated cock corsets, I like the bootlace better. You could keep it on the whole time even, and, in my opinion, this is where the real tongue twister begins. Tight skin means more of his nerve endings pushed to the surface. Focus on using the point of your tongue (that which was designed for pleasure), perhaps after chewing some gum. You know it gets much worse than that. Told you we were serious. Don't worry, you can't suffocate it.  

And when we get bored of that we can go back to pumping him for cum. And sucking for cum. And not letting him cum. Are you naked yet? Almost? Get on top of him, and press your breasts into his neck, and kiss his forehead. Feel his skin's temperature difference. He probably appreciates your cool breasts. Too bad there's no one else to satisfy them. Tell him you like having your tongue sucked... or at least I would. Have him experience the warm, silky confines of your mouth from another perspective.

Tease and denial is hard work, naturally, because you're horny. You need an orgasm. It will relax you, and certainly make a difference in more doting attention on him. I recommend you don't use his cock to get you off. I like to make a bit of a show of taking my panties off, so I can sit on his face or fuck him or whatever. See, I'm wearing a black spandex thong, and it frames my ass nicely and makes it look delicious. So get your butt, all slick and wet of course, right in front of his face, hook your thumbs in the waistband, and roll the sticky fabric halfway down your thighs for his eyeballs, and have him guess where you're sitting next. Probably right here. You'll have to get off him again to take it off, so do that. Panties off. Feels nice. How can we make this better? Oh, I don't now, perhaps a puddle of baby oil in your palm, to lovingly apply over his mouth. Tell him to stick it out.

I certainly don't keep gum in forever, maybe ten minutes (gets in the way). Ask him if he wants your gum, like in the commercial. Too bad. Maybe ask him how he likes his dick sucked? Or what he likes about blowjobs. I think a lot of guys see them as, just, you know, another way to get off. But it can be so romantic. Ask him if he likes to throatfuck a bitch.

You could rest on one of his legs, which is comfortable, or on his body, or alongside him, or sit on his stomach, or be between his legs, perhaps. Switch as often as comfortable. This is only half of your lazy Sunday blowjob... the other half is a little more pure and raw than that. If you have an audience you can change some things accordingly, but in general, you're sucking him off. Mimicking a pussy, mimicking some divine alien love creature, giving him something to write home about, that sort of thing. You will experience control. Point his cock where you want it.

Now slide down his body. Mmm, yes, the penis. Cocksucking. The squirming. It's pretty hot, getting sucked. Soft, delightful oral sex is very pleasing. I like to put a pillow under his head so he can watch. Precum? For me? I love precum; let us play with it. Hold his cock in both hands and give him a big flat lick up the underside, hard, like you're trying to lick the skin off. Grin at him, let him see your teeth, and do it again. Another big, textured lick, from his balls to the top. Do it... a couple of times. Give him a kiss, sweetly at the tip. How about some agonizingly slow oral sex and no coming allowed? How ungodly can you be? How much tongue can a boy handle? Maybe we'll find out... maybe we won't. Make at least half of his cock disappear. Don't just put him in, slurp him in. Watch him watch you very intently as your hot mouth descends on him, and your lips part and he's introduced again to some of the softest, sweetest, most orgasm-inducing controlled sensations, and the real teasing begins. Keep your lips sealed and slide up and down it, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, and stop abruptly, leaving him hanging. Nope, no coming, sorry. I know it feels good enough to... as we understand, that's the point. It's dick sucking on a whole new level. Other moves to keep him boiling (and test his patience) are long licks up the shaft, little nibbles... keep your lips pursed and give him sweet little kisses all over. Feel him quaking, his whole universe centered under you.

With him about two inches buried, hold your mouth over him and open your jaw wider, and part your lips, them as swollen as he is from the suction, and stick your tongue out and slide it down the shaft, letting all that liquid you've built up (saliva, lube, precum, etc) flow past your lower lip and down your chin, in a big sticky curtain down over his cock. He'll throw his head back cause he can't watch, but that doesn't do anything so maybe he'll close his eyes. Smile with him between your teeth. Yes, it's kind of slimy. The slime is kind of spectacular. Let it run all the way down to his balls. Gross. Now you're the wet vac with a mess to clean up. Clean him up (you'll probably have to swallow it) before giving him a slow, loving, wet cock massage with your tongue and then your throat again. Keeping him at the far back of your mouth is how to produce thick porn star spit, which comes rather naturally. You need lots of saliva when you're eating something. It's quite gory actually, your bright red tongue sliding up and down his swollen cock, making him ooze more precum on every pass. I'm not exactly the deepthroat queen I wish I were, but that doesn't mean I can't moan on deep mouthfuls, trying to suck all the way to the bottom. Try to swallow with it in your mouth.

Eventually, release him, and let it smack against his stomach. It's nice to enjoy an intermission. Maybe stretch out and relax beside him. Wipe off his forehead. When I say his balls are mine, I don't mean mine for my own pleasure and my enjoyment. Although I will enjoy it, I believe my enjoyment pales in comparison to the experience of my recipient. I'm the real slave here, relieving my master of all responsibilities, taking the weight off his shoulders. It's up to me to give him the best orgasm; he needs only to submit and enjoy it. So no coming. Do not let him cum. Keep him huffing and puffing like a steam engine instead. Maybe suck an ice cube for a minute. The best thing you can do when you think he's anywhere close to orgasming is just release him completely. Let go of him early, just to be safe. You usually won't have to give him longer than a few minutes.

He's probably hoping for a trip between your thighs again. Whether he makes it depends on how you want to make him cum. Probably the most forceful way is in your hands. The most extravagant way is letting him be a shivering jello-like cumpop in your mouth. I don't know what to call "just fucking him". I imagine it must be slightly heartbreaking, watching that ass grind away. There's a big cumshot waiting for me, which I can't wait to swallow, to be honest. Well I can actually. He'll just have to wait for me to swallow it too.



The Art Gallery Encounter



Copyright Warning! You can read this story, print it, save it to disk, email it to friends, I don’t have a problem. But if it is to be reproduces and distributed for business purposes, kindly email me for permission. 

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A little background to our story …

Her name was Julia Stark and she was the teenage daughter of Edward Stark, the famous oil painter and the curator of “Gahna Third World Art Museum.” Though she loved her father very much, he was rarely at home for her. Most of the time he was out of the country giving lectures in international art schools. His articles appeared in Readers Digest, Newsweek, Aurora and other famous magazines.

Julia lost her mother when she was 11. A couple of years after her death, Edward Stark married a nurse by the name Stephanie. Initially, Julia thought no woman could replace her mother but Stephanie proved to be such a warm and loving person, Julia grew very close to her. She and Stephanie were more like best friends than stepmother and stepdaughter. Julia called Stephanie by her first name and shared everything with her. 

Our story begins three days before Julia’s eighteenth birthday …

Chapter 1:

“Do you think this skirt is too short Stephanie?” Julia asked looking at the mirror. 

“Hmm?” Stephanie was lying reading a magazine and did not look up. 

Julia examined herself in the mirror for a few seconds then turned towards Stephanie once again. “Steph… come on tell me”

“Oh I am sorry.” Stephanie looked up and examined the girl who stood in front of the dresser. She was 5.6 inches tall, with blue eyes and smooth fair skin. Her blonde hair looked nice in the short bob cut that she always kept. As Stephanie looked on she realized that since Julia was now eighteen, her most noticeable feature was her figure. Julia was a perfect 36C-24-36.

“So… what do you think? Is this too revealing?” Julia asked. Her shirt was knotted at the top, revealing a firm tummy. The skirt was cut so high, her toned and smooth legs were open to display.  

“Well …” Stephanie put aside the magazine and stood up. “ …you come across as someone who is really desperate for attention.” 

Julia placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. 

“No… what I mean is …if you must reveal your skin, you should do it with some class. Not like some street walker” Stephanie stood up and turned towards her closet. “Let me find you something.” She started going through her wardrobe. After a few minutes of searching, she pulled out a black dress. “Now this was ME a few pounds ago. It should fit you just fine.” She placed the dress on Julia. “I used to fit in it once upon a time.” 

“Aww …come on you can still fit in that.” Julia took the dress from Stephanie. “Stop thinking you are overweight. Most guys would really go nuts for your kind of body.”  

“Thanks honey but I still think I need to lose a few pounds.” Stephanie said and patted Julia on the shoulder. Julia turned around and disappeared in the washroom.      “Now THAT’S what I call revealing with CLASS!” Stephanie said as Julia came out wearing her black dress. It was a figure hugging dress with a neckline low enough to reveal a few inches of her cleavage. 

“You have a very symmetrical figure.” Stephanie continued. “You must wear clothes that emphasize your symmetry. This is tight from around the waist and it has these really long slits at the bottom, so every time you take a stride, your thigh will become bare all the way up to your sexy butt.” She slapped Julia’s ass playfully. “This way you are still showing your sexy body but not like some street slut.” 

“Gee … thanks!” Julia spun around in front of the mirror, admiring her dress and her body from all angles. 

Chapter 2:

Julia was standing in front of Ground Zero dance club with a couple of friends.

“Happy birthday girl!” Sally came and gave Julia a peck on the cheek. “You look nice in this dress.”

“Thanks … it was a birthday present from Steph.” Julia told her. 

“So what are we waiting for girls?” Sally asked. 

“We were waiting for YOU” Julia responded.

“Well I am here so lets go in.” 

They showed their I.Ds at the front door and stepped in. Ground Zero was packed as usual. People were going crazy on the dance floor. The music was so loud the girls could barely hear each other. 

“Lets go to the bar and get some drinks.” Sally said.

“WHAT???” Julia asked moving her face closer to Sally.

“LETS GO TO THE BAR AND GET SOMETHING TO DRINK!!!” Sally shouted in Julia’s ear as loud as she could and they all proceeded to the bar area where an overworked bartender seemed more than busy serving many people at the same time. As they waited for their turn Julia turned around and saw the tall young man who stood leaning against a pillar looking at her with admiring eyes. As Julia’s eyes met his, he looked away. Julia examined him from head to toe. He was over six feet with long, shoulder length hair and an earring. He looked Hispanic but Julia was not sure. 

The man had spotted the four girls the moment they stepped in. Of all the four, his eyes had picked up the blonde in black dress. With admiring eyes he had watched the sway of her hips as she walked to the bar with her friends. With her small waist and perfectly rounded hips, she had the kind of backside that would make any man feel uncomfortable. Now that the girl was looking back at him, he did not have the guts to look into her eyes, for he was afraid that she would see his lust.  

“Happy Birthday to youuuuuu …” The singing began. “Happy birthdayyyy dear JULIAAAA…. Happy birthday to youuuu.” The three girls had surrounded the blonde and were singing and clapping. The young man gave them a final look and the walked away to the men’s room. As the door swung close behind him, he took a deep breath and enjoyed the sudden soothing silence. There was no one in the rest room except him. He moved towards the mirror and looked at himself. “Come on Kalin… show some guts … ask her for a dance.” He whispered to himself looking in the mirror. He adjusted his hair and then his t- shirt and finally, after giving himself a last look he turned around and walked out of the restroom. 

There she was, the blonde teenage goddess who had walked in a few minutes ago. With her firm legs crossed, she was sitting on one of the bar stools, chatting with her friends. He mustered up all his courage and walked towards the girls.

“Ahem … hello” He said politely. The music track had come to an end and there was a pause of silence that enabled Julia to hear him clearly. “I know you just came in but I was … sort of …wondering if you would you care for a dance?” He was nervous. Julia could see that and she loved every bit of it. She loved having this effect on boys. She looked at her friends and saw Sally winking back. “Hmmm …” She turned towards him and stood up “Sure!”. The next instant, he was holding her hand leading her to the dance floor. 

As the music started, He put a hand on Julia’s waist and they began to move slowly to the rhythm. This was the first time Kalin had seen her close. She was a very sexy young woman no doubt. Her face looked fresh as if it had just been washed. Kalin looked down at the low neckline of her dress. Not only did it expose a few inches of cleavage, it also showed the upper swells of her high riding breasts. Julia saw him looking down at her neckline.  

“So what’s your name?” she asked while dancing.

“Kalin, and you are?” 

“Julia. Nice to meet you Kalin. Where are you from?”

“I am Native Indian…” He replied “Mohawk.” His eyes kept going down to her chest.   

“Do you… always pay such close attention to the women you dance with?” Julia said with just a hint of a smile.

“Huh! Oh…” His eyes returned to meet Julia’s and he turned red with embarrassment. 

As Julia looked down she spotted a tent in his pants. She noticed some movement in the tent and understood that his penis was pulsing. Slowly she turned around in his arms till her back was towards him. As his hands held her waist, Julia stepped back and pressed her firm round butt against the bulge in his pants. She heard him breath heavily as she applied pressure on to his growing crotch. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her butt as she danced. Collin’s hands grabbed her tightly from around the waist. Slowly she began to grind her hips against him to the beat of the music. 

After a few minutes, Julia turned around to face him. He was breathing heavily with excitement. She looked down at his crotch and saw the bulge. His erection was pressing against the fabric of his jeans. He was so erect he could barely stand straight. They danced for a few minutes and then Collin pulled her close to him and whispered. “You have a very sexy figure.” The music track finally ended and Julia stepped back. 

“My friends are waiting for me there I think I should join them.” She adjusted the strap of her dress. “Thanks for the dance Collin.” She turned around and started walking to the bar. Collin stood motionless for a few seconds admiring her walk paying close attention to the sexy ass that was pressing his bulge. “JULIA!” He called. She abruptly turned around and saw him gazing at her.

“Um… may I …may I …have your phone number?” He said running a hand through his long hair.   Chapter 3:  

“OK so what happened?” Stephanie asked.

“Well … he just came up to me and said if I would dance with him. And… he was shaking … and… and... he looked so cute.” Julia took a sip of her juice and placed the glass back on the table.

“Was he good looking?” Stephanie looked at her closely.

“Well he was dark tanned… with raised cheekbones and … shoulder length black hair. He was wearing a tight t-shirt …nice body. And… and (Julia laughed) … You know Steph… while dancing he kept looking at my chest. It was like …. It was like … you know he was sooo into it.”

Stephanie nodded.

“And while dancing I saw that he had a … oh my gosh… like he had a …boner! And … I turned around and pressed my butt into his …you know … crotch…”

“Oh my God Julia you are such a bitch.” Stephanie’s hand went to her mouth.

“That got him so wild … he started breathing heavily.” Julia took a final gulp of her juice and placed the empty glass on the table. “And… when we were finished he asked for my phone number.”

“And…” Stephanie looked at her closely. “Did you give it?”

“Uhm yaa…” Julia said and they both chuckled.   Just then the phone rang. Stephanie turned around and picked up the phone.

“Hello” She said. “Yes who is it …… hey Julia!” She whispered with her hands on the phone. “Your lover boy”

***

It was 6:30 the following Saturday and Julia was getting ready for her date. Kalin had called Julia three days ago and asked her out. So here she was standing in front of the same dresser, looking at herself in the mirror. This time she was modestly dressed in a white shirt and denim jeans. Suddenly the doorbell rang and she hurried down the stairs to open the door. But Stephanie had already opened the door when she reached. Kalin was standing in the doorway shaking hands with Stephanie.

“Hi Kalin, this is my step mom Stephanie.” She introduced them.

“Pleasure meeting you.” He responded.

“Alright sweety, enjoy yourself.” Stephanie patted Julia on the shoulder and Julia gave her a quick peck on the cheek before stepping out. She continued looking at them through the doorway as they walked away from her. One thing that Stephanie could easily notice was that both Kalin and Julia had the most perfect butts she had ever seen. They looked really nice walking together. As Julia looked around she noticed that there was no car in the driveway. Instead her driveway was occupied by a black and silver Harley Davidson. 

“Is this what you ride?” She looked at Collin.

He smiled and winked at her. Julia had never ridden a motorbike before and she was excited. Furthermore, she was beginning to like the “bad boy” image of her new freind. The next instant she was sitting behind Collin riding on the Harley with wind blowing against her face. 

“SO WHERE ARE WE GOING?” She yelled at Collin hoping that he would be able to hear her through his helmet. 

“MOVIE” He turned his head and shouted back.

“WHICH ONE?”

“YOU WILL SOON FIND OUT!” He said and they turned on the highway.

Half an hour later they were driving down the crowded Pebble Street in downtown. Pebble Street was the hub of downtown activity. It had restaurants and dance clubs on the both sides of the road. Yet what Pebble street was most famous for was prostitutes and adult stores. As Julia looked around she saw hookers standing on both sides of the road. Some were sexy some were fat but they all stood under traffic lights and signals waiting for potential customers. Then there were adult video and novelty stores, porn magazine shops and erotic massage parlors. She really could not understand where they would watch a movie here. Then all the questions in her head were answered when Collin pulled over in front of a sign that read “XXX ADULT CINEMA!” 

“Is THAT what we are going to watch?” Julia asked.

Kalin removed his motorbike helmet and ran a hand through his long hair. “Ever been here?” He asked.

“Are you SERIOUS?” She looked into his eyes.

He just smiled. 

They proceeded through the glass door and found themselves in a huge shop with mirrors all over. “WE BUY USED MAGAZINES!” A big sign in the shop stated. Empty video boxes decorated the shelves around them. From a corner they could hear the sound of the movie that was being played in the hall next door. 

“Can I help you?” A salesman appeared from behind a shelf.

“Yes eh …Whats playing?” Kalin asked. 

“’Dangerous Tides!’ But its ending… the next one would be ‘Forbidden’” He picked up an empty video box and handed it to Collin. 

“How much is it?” Collin inquired.

“The entry is five dollars per person and you may stay as long as you like” The man smiled. 

Julia moved away from the two men and began browsing the videos on display. “Erotic Encounters” read a video box with the picture of two heavy breasted women embracing each other. She hesitantly picked up the box and examined it closely. After a browsing the titles for a few minutes they entered the hall. It was dark like any other cinema hall with a large gray screen being the only light source. They stood in darkness for a few seconds allowing their eyes to adjust. Slowly they could make out the headlines of people sitting in front of them. Collin took Julia by her hand and guided her to the nearest seat.

THE FOLLOWING VIDEO CONTAINS NUDITY AND SEX! IT IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY! A warning appeared on the screen. Now Julia could see quite well around her. There were only six more heads in the hall and the place was not as big as she had initially thought it was. 

The first scene began in a swimming pool. A well built lifeguard was watching some women swim in the pool. Then two women got out of the pool and walked towards women’s change room. The tall well-built life guard looked at them with interest as they walk past him. He then followed them into the women’s shower area where he found one woman taking off the others bikini. The life guard continued to watch as the two women removed each others clothes and began french kissing under the shower. There were close ups of the women’s tongues meeting in the french kiss. The lesbian scene initially did nothing to arouse Julia but surprisingly she was not disgusted by it either. She watched as the guard undid his speedos and began masturbating at the sight of the two women making out. He spat on his hand and masturbated while watching the girls under the shower. Then stroking his penis he walked towards the women and embraced one from behind. The second girl continued to french kiss as her lover is sandwiched between the two bodies.

Julia was watching the scene with fascination when Kalin suddenly took her hand and guided it to his crotch. She gasped in surprise as she felt the hardness of his bulge. The full length of his shaft was pushing through the fabric of his jeans. Meanwhile on the screen, Julia could now see the man kissing the woman’s neck as he fondled her big breasts. She then knelt in front of him and began sucking on his erect cock. Julia then heard the slight sound of zipper being undone besides her. It was too dark for her to see Kalin’s penis but he guided her hand gently to the shaft. That was when, for the first time in her life, Julia took an erect cock in her hands. It was so sensitive that it started to pulse in her grip. 

“Mmmm ….” Kalin dropped his head back and moaned.

On the screen Julia could now see the intensity of sex as the girl sucked in his shaft wildly. The man began to buck his hips forwards, driving his cock in and out of her mouth like a sledge hammer. The excitement was too much for Julia. She began to feel a familiar wetness in her panties and a sudden urge to be touched. Kalin moved his head closer to Julia and whispered gently in her ear “Lets get out!” Julia wanted to enjoy the scene but she understood Kalin had other plans concerning her. Both of them stood up and left the hall.      Julia followed Collin outside where he had parked his bike. Zipping his pants he got on the Harley and started the engine. Julia jumped on behind him and soon they were on their way towards the highway. Julia could feel that Kalin was still breathing heavily and in her panties she could still feel the moisture. The sex scene in the cinema was way too erotic for them both. 

Soon they were approaching the bridge that connected downtown Pebble Street to the city outskirts. Instead of getting on the bridge, Kalin took the side road that lead directly under it. They then found themselves in a poor isolated section of the city where empty cans and plastic bags littered the pavement. Not far from them was an old automobile dump where they could see the rusty skeletons of abandoned vehicles. There was total silence except for the sound of a dog barking in the distance. Kalin took off his helmet and got down the bike. He turned around and looked at Julia. At that very moment she knew why they were there. She looked around and saw no one except two black kids peddling naked near the automobile dump.

Kalin then unzipped his heavy leather jacket and dropped it on the ground. His shirt then came off and joined his jacket on the road below. Julia ran her eyes down his muscular body. She could see that he lifted weights. Though not a freaky bodybuilder, Kalin was bronze skinned with a lean and defined midsection that you would normally see in underwear adds. She was admiring his built when he suddenly took her in his arms and pulled her close. Startled, she looked into his eyes but saw no softness. There was no emotion other than pure animalistic lust.      The very next instant they were kissing. Kalin’s tongue snaked into her mouth and instinctively her hands went around him massaging his bare back. When their lips parted they were both out of breath. Julia broke loose and removed her t-shirt. Kalin gasped at the symmetry of her figure as she stood in front of him, wearing nothing but a black bra and blue jeans. Her breasts heaved under the bra as she breathed heavily. Kalin grabbed her tight waist and pulled her to him kissing her passionately in the mouth. 

Julia slowly sank to her knees kissing his neck, chest and abdomen. Now that her face was in line with his crotch, she could easily see the bugle in his pants. She undid his belt and then pulled his zipper down releasing the bulge in his pants. He had no underwear on. His throbbing cock sprang out inches away from her face. It was large and circumcised, just like the lifeguard in the movie. She took it in her hand and gently tightened her grip, making it even harder. Kalin moaned and ran a hand through her blonde hair messing them up.   




The Art Gallery Encounter



“What do you want me to do?” She asked. 

Kalin looked down at her. “Take it in your mouth.” 

She had seen the girl in the movie sucking cock and wondered what it would taste like. She opened her mouth to take it in but hesitated. “Its your first time eh?” Kalin said looking down at her. Julia gave a slight nod. He then moved a little closer allowing his cock to touch her lips. She opened her mouth and took it in. Kalin bucked his hips forward going deeper into her mouth. Images from the movie came to her mind as she sucked on his erect shaft. Soon Kalin was moving his hips in rhythm, going in and out of her mouth. Her hands went behind him and gripped his round butt. She was now deep throating him. “Oooohhh yesss….” Kalin moaned in pleasure “THAAATS it … suck me like the bitch in the movie ...Mmmmmm …yeaaaah!” He began to move his hips faster.   


His dirty talk began to arouse Julia. She pulled his jeans even further down and sucked on his throbbing hardness. Just like the whore in the movie, she would remove her mouth from his penis, allow some of her saliva to drip down his shaft and then take him in her mouth again. The intensity of the moment was too much for Kalin. “Ohhhh…yesss…suck meee” He moaned and dropped his head back. The next instant he exploded in her mouth. The first blast of semen went into Julia’s throat. Instinctively, she released his erupting penis from her mouth and Kalin’s moans turned into screams of pleasure as he blasted his cum on her face.

Breathing heavily, he looked down at Julia. Her breasts were still heaving under the bra and he saw a blob of semen dripping from her chin right down to her semi exposed breasts. He then looked all around. The two naked kids, who were peddling on the pavement were nowhere to be seen. They were all alone. There was total silence except for the distant sound of the dog barking. Julia stood up and used her t-shirt to wipe his seed of her face. “Just take me home.” She said and turned around to put on the t shirt. Collin stood there panting and admiring the shape of her ass through her tight jeans. 

Chapter 4:

The next day was a hot Sunday and Julia was lying outside on her hammock reading a magazine. A few feet away Stephanie was kneeling on the grass planting sunflower seeds. As Julia tried to concentrate on the magazine, images from the porn movie kept coming in her mind. She recalled how the two women kissed each other under the shower, their tongues wrestling with each other. How one removed the other’s bikini under the running water. Above all, she thought about how the lifeguard’s penis hardened as he watched the two women make out. Julia was never attracted to the same sex and even at this point, her thoughts were far from homosexual; yet it was a curiosity that she had only felt after the scene from the movie.

Suddenly Julia put away the magazine and turned towards her stepmother. The conversation that took place between them is as follows.

“Hey Steph!” Julia called.

“Ya!” Stephanie stood up wiping the dust off her pants.

“Is it normal for a man to be aroused by lesbian sex?”

“I guess so. Why do you ask?” A big smile emerged in Stephanie’s face.

“No I mean… what is it about lesbian sex that gets men so crazy?”

“Well, men are more physical by nature than women so …I don’t kn0w but yes most guys would go crazy for that kind of stuff. Why do you ask?”

There was silence for a moment. Then Julia spoke …

“Uhm, last night me and Kalin … we went to a porn theater”

“AHAA so THATS where you guys were last night!” Stephanie yelled.

Julia laughed and continued, “In the movie there was this shower scene with two girls making out. He got so aroused watching it, he began to … Oh my gosh he started stroking his bulge.” Julia covered her face and giggled.

“Ya most guys would KILL to watch two women doing that” Stephanie added. “That’s what they say. If you REALLY wanna make your man horny, make him watch you with another woman…”

“But isn’t it kinda odd though?” Julia asked.

“Not everyone is built for lesbian sex. It just takes a special kinda person.” 

There was silence.

“You ever been with a girl?”

There was a slight smile on Stephanie’s lips but she remained silent. 

“Come onnn Steph… tell me?” Julia insisted.

“Tell you what?” Stephanie avoided eye contact.

“If you have ever been with a woman?” Julia turned to her side in her hammock and was now looking at her stepmother closely.

“It was a long time back … forget it.” Stephanie was blushing.

“AWWW COME ON STEPH!!!” Julia yelled.

“OK OK!” Stephanie tried to calm her down. “It was years ago … like when I was your age… or may be slightly older … I dunno. I used to be very athletic. I was in the school’s volleyball team. Once we went to practice at the beach and we played under the sun till we were all sweaty. After the practice, the girls were sitting on the sand applying suntan on each other and … there was this girl called Amanda. She walked up to me and asked me to rub the suntan on her back. She was tall, at least 5.9 and very toned. I rubbed her back and then I turned around so that she could rub mine.”

Julia was looking at her with interest.

“So she gave me a good back rub … and after that while I was lying on my chest, she inserted a finger in my thong. She touched my SEX! When I turned around and gave her a dirty look, she laughed and apologized saying that my cunt looked so cute she HAD to do it. She continued to rub my back and when I rolled over and looked at her, she bent over on me and pressed her lips against mine. I thought I should push her away but for some reason I didn’t. Her hand then went in my panties again and she fingered me while kissing. It lasted for a good one minute and then she stood up and walked away. That was as far as I ever went with a woman.”

“NO WAY!!! And you didn’t feel grossed out?” 

“I always thought I would be grossed out but when the moment came, I just went with it.”

“AHA! And did you ever meet up with her later?” 

“Nope! Never! Back then, all lesbians were in the closet and it wasn’t as open as it is nowadays so … She never approached me that way again. It did change me a lot though.”

“How so?”

“Well after that experience, I began to look at women differently.”

“Really??? You mean in a sexual way?”

“Well sort of. I began to look at well built women. I would imagine myself fingering them or kissing them or doing things to them. But these were just passing thoughts and I never really did anything.”

Julia continued to look at her stepmother in amazement. 

Chapter 5:

It was expected to rain next weekend. Julia stood in the window and looked outside at the dark clouds that were forming in the gray sky. How would she and Kalin be able to go out if it started to rain? Kalin was on his way to her place on his motorbike. There was no chance of them getting Stephanie’s car either as she had weekend plans of her own. Suddenly it struck her! Why not rent a video and watch it at home? They would have all the privacy since Stephanie was going out that evening. While she was lost in these thoughts Stephanie came down from the stairs, gave her a peck on the cheek and went out closing the door behind her. Julia was alone in the house. She slumped back on the couch and began to watch TV, flipping through the channels trying to find something that would hold her interest till Kalin came. 

When the doorbell rang she know it was him. She stood up and rushed to the mirror to check herself. Dressed casually this time, she was wearing a gray top over her blue jeans. The bell rang once again and she made her way to the door. As she opened it she saw Kalin standing tall with his long hair loose and his leather jacket tossed across his shoulders. It had started to drizzle slightly and she could see that his hair was damp.   “Seems like we can’t go out this evening.” Julia said to Kalin. 

“Yeah! It will start raining in a few minutes.” Kalin said as he examined his girl friend closely, undressing her with his eyes.

“We can go and rent a movie.” Julia replied. “We have the place to ourselves tonight.” 

“Great!”

“Let me get my shoes.” Julia disappeared inside.

In a few minutes they were on their way to Victory Plaza- the closest shopping place from Julia’s home. The cool wind blew against Julia’s face as she sat on the bike hugging Kalin tightly. Soon they were pulling over in Victory Plaza, right in front of a video store called “The Box Office.”

The Box Office was owned by a Chinese guy. It was a huge video store that catered mostly to the far eastern populace living in the city. On the shelves, one would see a lot of Hong Kong action movies subtitled for English audience. Then there was all popular Hollywood junk, starring Stallone and Van Damme. On the back of the store there was a doorway with a sign that read, “XXXADULTXXX! No minors allowed!” Kalin and Julia went through the doorway and found themselves in a rather dark hall with video racks all over. The movies were categorized on the shelves, Anal! Lesbian! Big Tits! Black! Inter-racial! Big Cocks! Teen! and New Releases etc. 

“So what are we in the mood for?” Kalin asked Julia.

“I don’t know” She laughed.

They browsed through the shelves and finally selected a box that read, “Forbidden Places”. 

“This is something both of us are going to enjoy.” Kalin said and they proceeded to the cash counter. 

When they stepped out of the store, the mild shower had turned into violent rain. It was pouring down like crazy. Kalin took his leather jacket and covered Julia’s shoulders. They then got on the bike and made their way to Julia’s place through the heavy rain. When they arrived, Kalin’s clothes were soaking wet and blonde hair, now totally damp were sticking closely to her head. Quickly they got inside and slammed the door behind them. 

“Whew… What a shower!” Kalin said as he ran a hand through his long wet hair.

“Take off your clothes so that I can put them in the drier.” Julia said removing his leather jacket that she was wearing. Kalin took off his wet t-shirt and jeans and stood in the living room wearing nothing but a tight underwear. It was so tight that Julia could easily see the bulge he was sporting. She took his wet clothes and put them in the drier. As Kalin was inserting the movie in the VCR when Julia returned with a bathrobe. 

“Here you go handsome.” She threw the bathrobe at him and picked up the telephone to order a pizza. Kalin switched off the lights and slumped back on the couch in his bathrobe. The only light in the room was now coming from the television screen, which displayed a piracy warning. The moment Julia hung up the phone Kalin grabbed her hand and pulled her besides him.

The first scene in the movie showed a remote highway in the middle of a desert. A large blue truck is pulled over to the side and its well-muscled, shirtless driver is lying under it with tools in his hands. Suddenly a red sports car appears from the horizon. The driver stops working and slides out from under his truck. He is sweaty and unshaven with a dirty and rugged look. He stands in the middle of the road and waves at the car with both his hands. The two women in the car notice the hunk and one of them is says “WOW! Look at him.”

Both Kalin and Julia watch the scene closely as the red car stops and the door is opened. A sexy foot with a well shaped calf comes out of the car. The man looks on as one of the two girls steps out. She is a platinum blonde with short almost boy cut hair and dark sunglasses. She looks at the stud standing in front of her all sweaty and muscular. Then the second door opens and another woman comes out. She is a taller brunette with her neatly tied in a bun. 

“I love scenes with two girls and one guy” Kalin says.

Suddenly the doorbell rings. 

“Pizza!” Julia says getting up. She goes to the door and opens it. By the time she returns with the pizza, there is passionate kissing going on on the screen. The trucker has his arms around both women as he kisses them one after another in the mouth. Julia switched on the table lamp and placed the pizza on the table. Soon the clothes come off and as brunette on the screen goes on her fours to suck on the guy the other slides between her legs to lick her. The brunette unzips the man’s trousers allowing his semi erect penis to spring out. She then looks at him seductively and begins to suck. Meanwhile the platinum blonde is lying on her back between her legs licking her pussy. Julia watches the screen with amazement wondering what a woman’s sex would taste like. She then turns towards Kalin who has an obvious bulge in his pants.

“Kalin?” She asks.

“Ya …”

“Have you ever tasted a woman’s ….” She pauses.

Kalin smiles. “Yeah!”

“What does it taste like?” 

“Hmmm… its tasteless.”

“Really?”

“Yes … there is no distinctive taste as such.”

“Would you enjoy doing this to a girl?” She asks looking at the screen on which the platinum blonde is going wild licking her girl friends pussy.

“Yes! its hot!” 

Julia raised her gray top a little bit and touched her firm stomach. She then allowed her hand to slide down till she could feel the very slight brush of her pubic hair. Her panties were damp. She allowed her fingers to roam inside her jeans and panties and touch her wet sex. Then she took her hand out and brought her glistening finger to her mouth tasting her own wetness for the very first time. Through out the moment Kalin was looking at this shameless display of sexual exploration and by now he had a hard erection. 

When Julia’s eyes returned to the screen, the brunette had her hands on the hood of the car and was getting fucked from the rear. The trucker held her waist tightly from behind and rammed into her, his cock going in and out of her like a sledge hammer. Julia turned towards Kalin.

“Kalin!” She whispered to him.

“Yeah?” He looked at her.

“I want you to fuck me like that.” She rose from the couch and stood in front of him. He then watched her as she took off her top and dropped it on the carpet below. She was wearing a blue bra underneath. Kalin admired the way it held her heaving mounds in place as she breathed. He leaned forward and his hands went to her narrow waist. The next instant she was pulled so close to him that his face was right in her cleavage. 

With his hands still on her waist, Kalin rose up from the couch. He took off his bath robe and Julia threw both arms around his neck. Their lips met in a deep french kiss. She caressed his long hair as their lips parted and he ran his hands down her back in search of the bra clasps. She then turned in his arms and soon had her butt pressing into his crotch. Kalin was holding Julia from the behind now kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. He undid her bra and brushed the bra straps down from her shoulders. The bra then slid off from her breasts and fell to the floor. Kalins large hands felt her firm stomach and went up till her perfectly rounded breasts were in his palms. Julia closed her eyes and dropped her head back against his shoulders as he pressed on them feeling their weight in his hands. He then continued kissing down her neck and shoulders as he pressed on her breasts.

His hands then went around her waist and she felt him unbuttoning her jeans. He knelt down as he lowered the trousers down her perfectly rounded butt. With his hands he felt her smooth thighs as the trousers came down. Julia stepped out of her jeans and turned around to face Kalin. Kneeling down on the carpet, Kalin’s face was now in line with her bare breasts. He slid her panties down her thighs and took a nipple in his mouth at the same time causing Julia to moan. Kalin then rose up and removed his underwear. Julia looked down at his swollen cock, which stood erect just like the trucker in the movie. 

“Kalin …” She moaned in his arms.

“Yes babe” He whispered into her ear and kissed her neck.

“I want you to fuck me like a wild beast.” Her hands went to his cock as she spoke. “I want you to fuck my brains out tonight.” She then picked up her jeans from the carpet and pulled out a condom from one of the pockets. Kalin looked down at his kneeling girl friend as she opened the packet using her teeth. She then took his erect member in her hands and sucked on it a few times making it even harder and more sensitive. Then looking up at Kalin she placed the condom on the head of his cock and rolled it. 


“There you go.” She said as she rose to her feet. “Now do me like the bitch in the movie.” She turned around and placed both her hands on the table on which she had kept the pizza. Kalin stepped forward and took Julia from the waist. He positioned the tip of his cock right in her opening and slowly pushed in. Julia was a virgin and was thus tighter than any woman he had entered. She moaned and he stopped instantly sensing a little discomfort. After a few seconds he pushed again, this time thrusting his cock all the way in. Holding her tightly from the waist, Kalin started fucking Julia with short strokes. 

“Oooh my goodness you are KILLING meee” Julia moaned with pleasure as she felt his hardness going in and out.   Kalin increased his pace and his short strokes slowly turned into deep powerful thrusts. He kept watching the fucking scene on the movie screen and tried to match the rhythm with the trucker who was now fucking the platinum blonde.

“Yesss ….” Julia moaned. “Fuck me like that bitch in the movie”

When Stephanie pulled over in the driveway, she saw Kalin’s Harley next to the garage. She parked right besides the bike and came out of the car. The rain had stopped but the dark sky was still cloudy. She approached the door with keys in her hand but was surprised to see that the door wasn’t locked. As she opened it and stepped inside, she heard multiple sounds of moaning and music. Slowly she took off her shoes and tip toed towards the living room from where the sounds were coming from. 

The first thing that Stephanie saw was the television screen. A busty platinum blonde was on her back, on the hood of a red sports car and was being mercilessly pounded by a tanned and muscular hunk. These erotic images on the screen were breathtaking. Stephanie stood there for a moment lost in the eroticism. Then she moved forward. There was a large oval shaped mirror on the wall of the living room. As Stephanie stepped forward she got a glimpse of Kalin and Julia in the mirror. Long haired Kalin was holding Julia from the curve of her hip and pounding into her like a wild animal. Julia was a total mess. Her sweat stained body was glistening under the dim light of the table lamp. Her young breasts swayed under her as she leaned forward on the table. Since Stephanie was standing in the dark corridor, she knew she could not be seen. 

Kalin then brought his hands from behind and cupped her swaying breasts. From his facial expression, Stephanie could see that he was close to cumming. Kalin pressed her mounds in his hands and exploded into the condom. Julia stood back up and leaned back against her lover’s body dropping her head backwards till it was resting against his left shoulder. Kalin continued to press her young breasts in his hands as he came. After a while he took the cock out of her and kissed that back of her neck and shoulders. Julia turned around in his arms and they french kissed. Julia then dropped down to her knees and took his semi erect shaft in her mouth. She licked her own love juice from the condom and then took the cum filled tip between her teeth. With a wild and sudden tug, she cut the tip of the condom and Kalin’s semen began to pour on her breasts and chin. Stephanie stood there and watched as her stepdaughter licked her lover’s seed from the tip of the punctured condom.      When the show was over, Stephanie tip toed upstairs to her room making sure that the lovers don’t hear her footsteps.




The Art Gallery Encounter



CHAPTER 6:

Over the next few days Stephanie found herself thinking about Kalin and Julia. It had been months since she had had sex and the memory of the two lovers locked in their erotic embrace was extremely arousing. She remembered how Julia’s young breasts swayed under her body as Kalin pounded her from behind. She recalled their glistening; sweat stained bodies and the expression Kalin’s faces as they took each other to the verge of climax. 

Julia on the other hand wondered about the sex scenes from the porn video. She thought about the lesbian action in the road scene and wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman. What it would be like to taste her wetness while getting fucked from the rear. She imagined herself in the position of the porn actresses and found herself getting excited by the thought. 

It was a sunny afternoon and Stephanie was busy watering her plants. The backdoor flung open and Julia came out trotting, with a cotton sheet in her hands. Stephanie rose up and looked at her. She had dark sunglasses on and her blonde hair was tied at the back of her head. She was wearing tight jeans as usual and a black sleeveless top that had once belonged to Stephanie. 

“Hello” Julia said going past her stepmother and spread the sheet on the lawn. “Wanna get some sun eh?” Stephanie said as she wiped the dust off her trousers.

“Ya …” Julia replied. “Mind rubbing some lotion on me?” 

This statement all of a sudden brought sexual thoughts to Stephanie’s mind. She looked on as Julia took off her sleeveless top. Underneath, she was wearing a red, thin string bikini that barely covered her nipples, leaving most of her young breasts bare for her voyeuristic gaze. She then unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her shapely thighs. Julia had grown a lot in front of Stephanie. She was no longer a scrawny kid Stephanie had met when she married Eddie. Julia was now a woman. And what a woman she had turned out to be! Perfect in form and shape. 

Julia lied down on her chest and Stephanie knelt down besides her with the bottle of lotion in her hand. She then squirted some on Julia’s upper back and gently began to rub it on her upper neck and shoulders. She used her palms to apply gentle but firm pressure on Julia’s neck relaxing her tense muscles. As her hands traveled down the teenagers back, Stephanie noticed how smooth and firm her body was. She immediately thought about how Kalin must have felt holding her toned body while he fucked her that night. The thought brought kind of wetness to Stephanie’s crotch that she had not experienced before. She allowed her hands to travel down the curve of her waist till they were exploring her round bubble, butt. Soon she was massaging her upper thighs.  

“Remember that girl Amanda I was telling you about?” Stephanie asked. 

It took Julia some time to recall. 

“That girl I told you I made out with.” Stephanie said massaging her thighs.

“Oh yeah!” Julia replied.

“She did this to me.” Stephanie slid a hand down Julia’s thong and touched her pussy lips. 

Julia’s entire body tensed as she said “Oh my gawwd!” 

As Stephanie continued to rub her toned body, she noticed Julia’s breathing had gotten heavier. She undid her bikini fastener and turned her around. As Julia rolled over, her red bikini top got undone and she was now lying on her back with her bare breasts heaving with each breath. Stephanie noticed that her touch had caused her nipples to become very hard. 

“What’s the matter?” Stephanie said smiling as she massaged her upper thighs.

“Do that again!” Julia said as she brought one of her hands down her muscular abdomen.

Stephanie got hold of Julia’s thong and pulled it down her legs. Julia was now lying naked on the cotton sheet looking at her stepmother through her sunglasses. Spreading her thighs a little, Stephanie slid her palm up Julia’s oiled up thigh and gently began to play with her pussy lips. 

Julia’s breathing had become very heavy now and she was pinching her nipples as Stephanie teased the outside of her wanting pussy. Suddenly, she felt a finger violating her pussy lips. “Ohhhh yesss!” She moaned as images of the lesbian scene from the porn movie invaded her mind. She felt like one of those shameless porn bitches in the movie pleasuring one another. 

Stephanie sensed Julia’s arousal and started driving her finger in and out of her pussy causing her to moan with pleasure. She saw Julia bite her lips as she fucked the horny teenager with her finger. 

“YOU DIRTY, DIRTY, DIRTY BITCH!” Stephanie said as she inserted another finger in Julia’s dripping pussy.  

“Ohhh my GAAAAAAAAWD STEPH!” Julia screamed with pleasure as she felt the two fingers going in and out of her pussy. 

“YOU LIKE THIS HUH???” Stephanie said as she further punished Julia with her fingers. “You love this? You DIRTY, DIRTY, DIRTY bitch!” She said fucking Julia deep with her fingers.      The next instant she felt Julia’s thighs tightening around her hand as she pushed her long fingers deep into hr pussy. Julia screamed aloud and came like a freight train. 

“THAATS it you BITCH! Come on my fingers” Stephanie said pushing her hand deeper into her.

“Ooooh my goodness!” Julia was gasping for air, breathing heavily as the effect of this massive orgasm began to subside. 

“Lick this!” Stephanie said as she brought her fingers to Julia’s mouth. Julia opened her lips and took both of Stephanie’s fingers in her mouth, tasting her own juices.

Stephanie then stood up, turned around and walked towards the door leaving the worn out naked girl on the cotton sheet. Julia looked at Stephanie disappear into the house as she lay there breathing heavily, pinching her nipples.

CHAPTER 7:

The rest of the week was rather “strange” for Julia. She kept looking at Stephanie in a very sexual way and whenever Stephanie returned her gaze Julia found herself looking away. Her episode with Julia, instead of bringing her close, had created a distance between the two that was rather difficult to understand. Their relationship was now changing gears and Julia had withdrawn into herself to get accustomed to it. Stephanie had noticed Julia’s attitude. She knew exactly what was going on in the young girl’s mind and wanted to allow her the ‘personal space’ to deal with her new emotions. 

When, Saturday came Kalin called Julia and asked her out to a concert. He had received two complimentary tickets and wanted his girlfriend to accompany him. It was a perfect opportunity for him to display his sexy girlfriend to his rich friends. The decided that Kalin will pick Julia up from her place at 7:00 pm sharp.

It was quarter to seven and there was no sign of Kalin. Julia opened her bedroom window and looked out at the rain that was pouring. ‘Damn! There is no way Kalin would be able to show up on his Harley’ she thought to herself. Even if he did manage to come, there was no way she would be able to ride with him to downtown. The evening was doomed. Julia then closed the window and turned around. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messed up on her head and she was wearing a black t-shirt on black thongs. She stood for a minute looking at her toned thighs then slid her thong off. The next instant she flipped the t-shirt off her head and ran her hand over her muscular stomach. She was a gorgeous woman and really enjoyed looking at herself in the mirror. She then walked into the washroom and stood under the shower.

Stephanie was lying on the couch reading a gardening magazine when the doorbell rang. She walked to the door and opened it only to see the tall dark figure of Kalin running a hand through his long shoulder length hair.

“Hello!” He replied smiling.

“Oh hi! Julia is just getting ready. Come on in!” Stephanie opened the door. 

Kalin walked inside and they both came and sat in the living room.

“Would you like anything to drink?” Stephanie asked. 

“Just water please.” 

Stephanie disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a tall glass of ice water. 

“So rain really destroyed your plans eh?” Stephanie asked.

“Sure did! The concert got cancelled. Our tickets would be refunded but the evening is destroyed still.” Kalin started gulping down his water. 

For the next few minutes, Kalin and Stephanie sat in the living room chatting. Kalin examined Stephanie closely. He noticed that this mature woman had long dark black hair that went below her shoulders and her long eye lashes were equally dark. Her lips were moist and though she was very modestly dressed Kalin could not make out the details of her figure other than the rough idea that she was just slightly on the heavier side. Stephanie had noticed Kalin’s tanned skin and dark eye lashes. She asked him where he was from and he told her he was a native Indian, a Mohawk. Stephanie explained that her husband had spent a lot of time collecting precious artwork of Native Indians. She further went on to explain that they had rented a floor in the main library building and were in the process of converting it to an art gallery where art pieces from different cultures will be put on display. This really excited Kalin and by the time Julia came down, they had made up their minds to go to the main library building to check out some art. ‘At least it would be a better way to spend a weekend then sitting under the roof.’ Kalin thought to himself.

The rain was still pouring outside when they got out. Quickly, they got into Stephanie’s car and were heading down the road to the Main Library Building. Soft music played in their car as the drove. The Main Library Building was a large, red brick structure extending three stories above ground level. Stephanie parked the car right in front of the revolving glass door and they stepped out. It was still pouring down like crazy. They went through the revolving glass door and found themselves in a large lobby with a reception and checkout desk. The marble floor on which they stood was so well polished that they could easily see their reflection on it. There was a gigantic wooden clock over the reception desk that showed quarter to eight. Stephanie approached the counter and was greeted cheerfully by the female receptionist.

“Good Evening Mrs. Stark.” 

“Good Evening Linda. Can I have the keys to the gallery please?” 

The girl turned around and opened a glass cabinet. She then took out a pair of keys and handed it to Stephanie. They all then proceeded to the elevator. When the door opened on the fourth floor, there was a passage in front of them with doors on either side. Stephanie lead them to the end of the passage and used the key to open the last door. It was pitch dark inside and a slight smell of chemical filled the room. When Stephanie switched on the lights, Kalin could see what the mess the place was. The walls had just been painted and sculptures and artifacts were lying on the floor, most covered with cloth. A sheet of transparent plastic covered the carpet below to prevent the fresh paint from spoiling it.   

“Florescent lights are bad for these paintings.” Stephanie said and walked towards the wooden lamp. “We will use this lamp and switch of the main light.” She walked around the sculptures and switched the main light off. 

The room was now gently lit with only the tall, antique lamp on the side. Stephanie then went around the place showing Kalin and Julia different artifacts of the Native Indians. There was “Onandaga Madonna” a wooden statue of a half native Indian girl holding a baby. Then, there was native tapestry and cloth art. What Kalin found most fascinating was “The Great Eagle,” a woodcarving depicting the spiritual bird of the Native Indians. Suddenly, Kalin’s eyes picked up the statue of three human figures locked in an erotic embrace. 

“Where is that from?” He asked pointing at the masterpiece.

“Oh! That is Indian. East Indian I mean.” Stephanie spoke. “Not native.” 

Kalin walked towards the statue and gently picked it up. 

“Be careful with that its plaster of Paris!” Stephanie said.

It was a statue of a man with two women. The man was having intercourse with one female figure while the other straddled the face on the first one. Her eyes were closed depicting intense sexual arousal.

“This is from the Indian text Kamasutra.” Stephanie explained. “You know in ancient India, when girls reached puberty, they were sent to special schools where they learnt the art of sex from older more experienced women. These statues were used to explain various positions that can be used to have sex. This particular one is called “Nashastri” the love triangle of two willing women and one man.”

“Wow!” was all Kalin could say.

“Don’t you wish you were in that time eh?” Julia laughed.

“We Westerners are very simple and straight forward when it comes to sex.” Stephanie continued. “Seems like other civilizations were far more creative in their love making.”

“How so?” Kalin asked.

“Wellllllll ……..We only know french kiss!” Stephanie responded. “According to Kamasutra, the original Indian text, there are SEVENTEEN different ways to french kiss.” 

“Really?” Julia asked. “How can that be?”

Stephanie stepped forward towards Julia. “The first kiss is the simple kiss.” She put her arms around Julia’s waist and gently drew her face closer to hers. Their lips met for a brief instant and then Stephanie withdrew. “That’s the basic kiss. Goes lip to lip and is more of a teaser. The second kiss is more passionate.” She moved closer to Julia and kissed her with an open mouth. As Stephanie put her hands around her waist, her tongue went into her mouth. Kalin felt his blood rushing into his penis as he looked at Stephanie kissing his girlfriend with her tongue. When Stephanie parted her lips, Julia was breathing heavily and there was pure lust in her eyes. Stephanie saw the arousal in her stepdaughter’s eyes but remained calm. “Then there are other variations in which you bite the upper lip and lower lip and all that.”

“Interesting!” Kalin said “Let me try.” He stepped forward and grasped Julia from her slim waist. 

“Kalin!” Julia protested but her protest did not last long as Kalin pulled her to himself and kissed her flatly in the mouth with his tongue going deep into hers. When he let go of her, she was breathing more intensely.

“NO NO! See that’s the problem!” Stephanie shook her head with a slight smile on her lips. “That is too forceful. Kamasutra philosophy teaches control.” She said. “We westerners wanna get there fast. Indians believed that sex is better when you prolong the foreplay and deny yourself that ultimate pleasure.” She slowly moved behind Julia. “Try again and be gentle.” 

Kalin stepped towards his girl friend and kissed her gently on the lips. Her hands instinctively went around his back and pulled him closer. 

“Julia, sweetie, you must deny the urge to hold him.” She said and grabbed her arms from behind. “Now try that again.” She said to Kalin.

Kalin moved closer to her and gently placed a small kiss on her lips. Since her arms were restricted by Stephanie, Julia could not grab him. She closed her eyes instead. 

“See the effect you are having on her.” Stephanie said and then her hands moved up Julia’s smooth arms and she gently slid the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. As the dress fell down her body, her firm breasts with erect pink nipples came into view. 

Kalin was so aroused his penis began pushing through his jeans causing an enormous tent in his crotch. 

“Step forward and take this nipple in your mouth.” Stephanie spoke to Kalin as she pinched one erect nipple with her thumb and finger. Julia moaned with pleasure and dropped her head back till it was resting on Stephanie’s shoulder. 

Kalin stepped forward and looked at his aroused girlfriend. 

“Take off your shirt. Don’t touch her!” Stephanie said. “Just take her nipple in your mouth.”

Kalin unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Stephanie kept looking at his tanned and muscular physique as he approached the girl friend. Kneeling in front of Julia he brought his face close to her heaving chest and took the erect nipple in his mouth. The sudden sensation caused Julia to throw all her weight back against Stephanie and her hands instinctively went towards Kalin.

“NO! No touching!” Stephanie gripped her arms and pulled them back.

“Ooooh my goodness! This is too much!” Julia began to moan as Kalin continued nibbling at her nipple. 

“I just hope no one walks in here while we are doing this.” Stephanie said as she looked at the door. 

Kalin’s cock was fully erect in his pants and the tightness in his crotch was making him feel uncomfortable. He released Julia’s nipple from his mouth and stood up. As Stephanie and Julia looked on, Kalin unzipped his trousers and slid them down his thighs. The bulge in his tight briefs showed how turned on he had become. As he pulled his brief’s down his fully erect penis sprang out and stood erect pointing at her panting girl friend. As he looked at his girlfriend, Kalin noticed that he had never seen Julia so aroused. 

Stephanie examined the young lad’s physique and imagined what a turn on it would be to see him fuck Julia. But for the time being she had other things on her mind. Right next to a gigantic oil painting was a bottle of Can-21 oil. With one hand still pinching Julia’s nipple, she reached from Julias behind and picked up the bottle. As Kalin, looked on she spilled the transparent oil on Julia’s breasts. Then she dropped the bottle on the plastic below and began to massage her young breasts. 

“You like this don’t you???” She would whisper in her ear as she massaged the oil on to her smooth young breasts. “NO TOUCHING!” Stephanie addressed Kalin who had just started to stroke his fully engorged cock. “Learn some control Darling.” She smiled at him. “Get down on your knees and tit fuck your horny lover.” She whispered into Julia’s ear from behind and let go of her breasts.

Julia approached Kalin and took his erection in her hands. Very slowly she sank to her knees, She then laid on the floor on her back pinching her nipples in her hand. Kalin went on top of her and straddled her chest positioning his throbbing erection between the valley of her breasts. Julia had nice well-shaped breasts but as she laid on her back, they spilled to the sides. Stephanie shook her head as she looked at Kalin who was trying to fit his cock between his girlfriend’s breasts. 

“No! That’s not the way honey!” Stephanie said as she began to unbutton her shirt. “I will show you how to breast fuck!”

Kalin looked in sheer amazement as Stephanie unbuttoned. When her black bra came into view, Kalin noticed for the very first time how truly wonderful Stephanie’s breasts were. Large and full, her orbs must have been a 38 DD or possibly and ‘E’. Kalin had always thought of Stephanie as a slightly overweight woman but now as she stood in front of him in her bra and trousers, he realized how wrong he was. Though her waist was not as ‘wasp like’ as Julia’s was, her stomach was flat. The next instant, she slid her trousers down her thighs revealing a shapely and muscular pair of legs. Kalin continued to stare in amazement as the mature goddess bent down to pick up the oil bottle. As she bent low her heavy round breasts almost seemed to spill out of her bra. But she straightened back and flipped her head back throwing her dark brown hair behind her. She placed the bottle of oil on the table and reached behind her back to undo the bra. As the straps slid off her shoulders the bra came down freeing the most perfect breasts Kalin had ever seen. They sagged just a little with large and pointed nipples. Stephanie was built like a heavy breasted porn actress. 

“Oh my gawd!” Kalin gasped looking at her swaying mounds. “You sure know how to hide a wonderful pair of boobs.”