0 comments/ 12835 views/ 0 favorites The Weekend By: Anonymous Author I have been waiting for this weekend for three weeks, that was the last time I saw him. You see, I have a long distance relationship going on. Almost 500 miles separate the two of us. But that has not put a damper on our sex lives, in fact I think it has improved it. Anyway back to the weekend. The idea was for us to meet about half way. We end up in the town right on the border of our two states. The room my boyfriend rented had a King bed, and a spa tub. I got into this little town about 8 his time, but I had worked that day before heading on my 300-mile journey. I was tired, but I didn't stay that way for long. My boyfriend greeted me on the steps with a great big hug and kiss. I had made it. As soon as we got up to the room, we were back in each other's arms. When we finally broke apart, he told me he had wine to drink in the tub. Also he had bought some bubble bath. Suddenly I wasn't tired any more. We soaked in the tub for quit awhile, running soapy hands over each other's bodies. At that moment I was in heaven, and the good stuff hadn't even started yet. We got out of the tub very reluctantly and dried each other off. Then we proceeded to the bed. We started touching and kissing again; slowly exploring each other's bodies with hands and tongues. It felt so good to be with him again. Pretty soon we were making slow love to each other. Soon I cuddled next to him and fell asleep. I slept very well that night. The next day we drove about 100 miles to a lake to for something to do. We browsed the gift shops and had lunch at a little brewery there. After lunch we took the shuttle boat over to the little casino. As it happens they were having boat races that day. My boyfriend for very happy to sit at the bar and watch the races while I gambled his money away. Later that afternoon we headed back to the motel to change clothes and go out to dinner. We found this nice little steak house. The atmosphere was very romantic. Soft music and candle light. We quietly ate our dinner talking about the tub back at the room. How much fun we were going to have in the tub. Needles to say my mind was not on food. Finally we got back to the room and back into the tub. First we got each other all nice and soapy and slippery. Then I kneeled over him and impaled my self on him. The bubble bath had made moving around in the tub very easy. A lot of slipping and sliding. After that position I turned around with my butt in your face. He stuck his tongue out and started licking my ass and playing with my hole. He got me really squirming there. I then lowered my pussy back on to his cock. In the position I was in he could lay back but still fuck me from behind. After that little episode we decided to take a break and have our wine. We each lay back against the tub and sipped wine. As we laid back and enjoyed looking at each other's bodies, his hand began to wander. He slowly started to play with my pussy. Sticking in one finger and pulling it out and then two. I was really enjoying it. I kept begging for more, I wanted more fingers inside of me, fucking me. As I had mentioned several times our bodies were very slick from the oil and bubble bath. Before either of us realized it, he had his whole had in my pussy. God it felt good. This was my first experience with fisting. It was one of my fantasies, but never found anyone to do it with. When we got out of the tub we went back to the bed and proceeded to have the most wild sex we have ever had. While we were playing around, we talked about some other things that we would like to try. Some involved just the two of us with toys or with other couples. I think that this is going to be lots of fun exploring these new things with him. Hopefully I will have other stories to share. The Weekend I decide that you require punishment and summon you to my home for the weekend. Your plane lands in the early evening on a Friday. I meet you at the gate and without uttering a word, lead you to my car. Once in the car, I begin to sense your fear at what I might have planned for you. As we pull away from the airport, I reach over and slightly spread your legs. You have followed my instruction and worn no panties under the white cotton dress I told you to be wearing. You’ve trimmed yourself just the way that I like, and your pussy, which we both acknowledge to be my property, is visible and enticing. Reaching over, I give it a little rub and listen for your quiet gasp. I tell you to play with it for me while we drive, and I feel pride at the sight of you rubbing yourself as we make our way into rural Ohio. As we approach a toll booth, I tell you not to stop, and I purposely find a manned booth. The toll collector is a middle aged man, and we both know he has caught a glimpse of you, your skirt hiked, your fingers wet with my pleasure. It adds to your sense of surrender to be so exposed and to have been seen like that. Finally, we arrive at my house, a 100 year old Victorian, with large, spacious rooms, hardwood floors and an air of elegance. I lead you up to the master bedroom, which is tidy and sparse, the obvious center of which is the large, comfortable bed. Unfortunately, you will not be experiencing too much in that bed this weekend. I have other plans. I order you out of your clothes, which I put safely away in a drawer. You won’t be needing them anytime soon. Your nervousness is very apparent. Your disobedience will be dealt with in a very stern and controlling way. I only hope you have mentally prepared yourself for what is to happen. You were told not to masturbate for the 5 days prior to this visit. I want your very core raging with desire. I pull out the drawer that resides under my bed and remove a rolled up piece of foam, a blindfold and the four screw apparatuses that I have constructed especially for this weekend. You are trying desperately to comprehend what my plan is and how all of this will play out. Your pussy nags at you as you catch my scent, and see the glint of blue in my eyes. I apply the blindfold, securing it comfortably behind your head, and take you by the hand, laying you down on the floor in front of my bed, on top of the foam cushion, which I’ve rolled out. I have also placed a big, soft pillow under your ass, which raises your pelvis to an almost uncomfortable level. You know that you are in the very center of the room. I secure the four screw apparatus into the floor, and using silk cord, succeed in having your wrists and ankles stretched out far and wide. The pillow under your ass raises you in a dramatic and erotic position. You have no idea what is happening. I leave the room, my shoes clicking against the wood, and you conclude I’ve gone into the spare bedroom for something. Seconds seem like hours as the deprivation of sight heightens your confusion. You hear me return to the room and pull a chair up alongside where your head rests. I decide to put a pillow under your head, in a gesture of kindness. You hear what sounds like cellophane or perhaps a plastic bag being handled, and you feel the end of a pipe at your lips. As you hear the match being struck, you instinctively inhale, tasting the dense blue smoke that fills your lungs. I pull the pipe away and you hold the smoke for several seconds before exhaling. We repeat this 3 or 4 more times. I leave you at this point, and you can tell from the sounds, that I’ve gone downstairs to my study. You begin to feel the effects of the hashish, and very pleasurable waves begin to roll through your body. You know it was early evening when we had arrived here, but you now have no idea of the time. Your body seems to float and you don’t know if it’s been 10 minutes or two hours since I went downstairs. You hear me climbing the steps and your body begins to almost undulate without moving. I enter the room, and you can hear what sounds like my clothes being removed. Suddenly, you feel my hands on your body, and the combination of the tactile gratification along with the sexual buzz from the hash makes you nearly gasp. My hands very lightly trace your flesh, starting at your face. I explore all of you, and you can only imagine me kneeling right there, beside you. It is very, very stimulating as my hands explore your every nerve ending. You cannot understand how this might be construed as punishment, and you lay there, enjoying the pleasure. My hands linger at your breasts, holding those beautiful treasures and rubbing your nipples back and forth ever so slowly. You can only feel what is happening. You cannot see. And the pleasure is intensified as I begin to tug and pull at those sexy nipples, watching them grow in my fingers. They seem bigger than I remember and I smile. Your gasps and moans tell me you are enjoying this very much and I begin to get a sense of your body’s rhythms and pleasures. As I hold and stretch those nipples with my fingers, I can smell you and I know that your are very excited. I stop what I am doing and leave the room. You cry out for me, begging me not to leave and to continue touching you. These cries are ignored as I return downstairs for a period of time. Your body is tightened and unfulfilled and it takes you awhile to relax, even though the hashish is still potent in it’s effect. After what seems like hours, you hear me once again climbing the stairs toward the room. Again, I begin to touch you, this time from the other end, rubbing your feet and ankles and calves. My touch is warm, and I have heated the room a few degrees warmer than usual. Your body feels so good as I touch and caress it. My hands increase their pressure as they explore your inner thighs. Your flesh is ultra-sensitive now and the gripping of my hands flashes through your core like molten heat. Your pussy seems to almost open as I brush against it. I lean way in and exhale warm breath toward it as my fingers find your clit. In seconds, I have your clit hard and almost wild-eyed, as two of my fingers bury themselves deep inside your body. Your cries tell me this is a very pleasurable feeling and I sense your sexual temperature rising. I quickly back my fingers out of your pussy and release your pulsing clit. Your body subsides. It is then that the picture begins to clear for you. I will be sexually teasing you like this for hours and hours, likely feeding you more hash as the weekend progresses, in an effort to sustain and yet deny your pleasure. The thought frightens you as you realize how much time and agony might just pass before I release you. I smile to myself, feeling very, very powerful and definitely in charge. Once your body has again subsided, you hear a familiar sound, your favorite vibrator, which I hold in my hand above you. Slowly, I begin to touch that beautiful mound with it, applying just the right pressure to your most sensitive touchpoints. Again, your pleasure begins to increase, aching for release. I rest the vibrator just above your clit, as I have seen you do so many times. The spiraling ache deepens inside of you and I again finger that needy, swollen pussy. Your moisture is almost immediate and this time, I finger you hard, making sure there’s plenty of friction against those tight walls my cock loves soooo much. You beg me not to stop and I order you not to cum. I linger there a few more seconds, and can see from the flush of your skin that your orgasm is very, very close. Again, I stop. Rather than leave, I decide to get behind you, and I kneel on either side of your head. My cock, already excited by all of this, is getting hard and hangs down, brushing against your lips. Your sexual instincts take over and you take the head of my cock into your mouth. Since you can’t touch yourself, I deem this safe for the moment and focus on the pleasure you are bringing me. Your cocksucking is inspired, as though it might just be rewarded with a release of your own. That will not be happening anytime soon. I position myself so that I can really drive my cock into your throat from above. You look so submissive and helpless that it makes my cock even more excited and I begin to think about cumming. Your mouth tightens around my cock and the sensation is incredible. At the last second, I pull my cock from your mouth and throat and spill a huge amount of heavy, jismy cum all over your face. Big ropes of it across your blindfold, and dripping, sexy streaks on your cheeks make me feel very proud of my pet. The plan is proceeding accordingly. I leave my stains intact, and after cleaning myself up a bit in the bathroom, I retire to the bed, just above you. You hear the crisp sheets folding around me, and the sexual tension you’re feeling is like a terrible hangover. Within minutes, perhaps seconds---you can hear me sleeping. Finally, you too fall off to sleep, your face and neck still holding my love as a trophy of sorts. When you awake, you can smell the coffee I’ve brewed for myself, and you guess it to be mid-morning...I am downstairs and you can hear me tinkering down there. What surprises you, however, is that you also hear another voice. A female voice. Your mind races with anticipation...What would your Master be doing with that woman? Who was she? What part, if any, would she play in the weekend? You barely had time to think about it when you heard two sets of feet climbing the stairs. Your heartbeat quickened and your body, still sore from the night before, begins to tighten with an ache deep in your tummy. All you can think about was how much you need your Master to allow your release. As we entered the room, you welcomed me, and nervously asked who I had brought in. The realization of how you must appear to this woman suddenly flashes through your mind in a cold bolt of self-consciousness. I did not answer your question. You wonder if she can see my cum which had covered you so beautifully just the night before and you feel even more embarrassed. You once again hear the familiar sound of clothing being removed and your mind races. Would your Master really fuck this woman right here in the room while you lay helpless, chained to the floor? And what did she look like? Was she beautiful? Was I also her Master? The questions faded as once again, I placed the pipe into your mouth and you heard the familiar strike of the match. Again, 3 or 4 deep, potent inhalations and you could feel the pleasure beginning all over again. How long could your body sustain this torture? Before you could even begin to think that through, I am right there, at your cunt, licking and lapping at that flesh; flesh that in your mind you imagined had turned almost purple with need. At the same time, you can feel something soft and warm lowering onto your face and mouth. Your mouth opened and you recognize the delicate folds and texture of a woman’s body. Your mind flashes with desire; you have never been with a woman before, though you have thought of it often, and your passion overwhelms you. That, in addition to what I was doing with your pussy had your body straining against those secured posts I had so carefully installed. It was as if a storm raged deep within your body and beyond all the aching of the tease, you felt a deep, lasting love for your Master. Even in punishment, the boundaries of pleasure had been stretched. Her pussy tasted so good to you. You ate at it until you could taste her in your mouth and you felt totally connected. My mouth, familiar by this time in the relationship, knew just how to lick and probe that you knew you were going to cum. So did I, and I stopped, at the same time motioning for "her" to climb off you. Tears filled your darkened eyes and you thought you would lose your mind. I paid very close attention, and knew deep in my heart that you were learning a very valuable lesson about obedience and respect. Had you obeyed me and not worn that outfit I gave you during our last weekend together, everything would have been fine, and you would have been serving me in a more traditional way this very minute. But when you told me that you had forgotten and worn it out to a friend’s party, I had no choice but to teach you this lesson. I also knew that your tears were genuine and it was difficult for me to see you tantalized to this extreme. Then again, I also relished the fact that you had not yet uttered our safeword, which told me your limits were still a ways off. Your tears stopped as I could sense you straining to figure out what was going on. I didn’t want you distracted, so I simply told you that I was fucking this woman on the bed. She knelt, and her pussy, still wet from your mouth, received an overcharged, heavy fucking that ended the way most of our fucking ends, with her scrambling to her knees to receive my cum. I could tell you were beyond envy as she begged me to cum all over her face. Still without having heard her voice clearly, the woman dressed and left. I went downstairs, once again leaving you only to your imagination. It did not relieve you of your need for release. Your only hope was that perhaps you would have the equivalent of a "wet dream", your body’s way of releasing those tense, packed hormones. No such luck as you just couldn’t nap. You laid there, trying to figure out the time, thinking that perhaps it was sometime in the mid-afternoon on Saturday. Time never felt so confusing to you. You were awakened by the familiar feel of your Master’s touch once again. This time, I was on top of you, flush against you, kissing you on the mouth. You kissed me back so passionately, attacking my tongue and lips unlike ever before. Perhaps you thought I would be persuaded to fuck you, and that I would get lost in the passion, taking you to that promised land of pleasure. That would not happen. Not yet, at least. Your body still needed to be stretched a bit. I kissed you over and over, finally finding your pussy with my cock, which fit so tightly inside of you. There was a bit of the hash high left, and all of these feelings just multiplied in your fiery core. I also knew that, and again pulled out from deep inside of you. I did not want to, as I was close to cumming, but I knew I had to. You cried out in frustration, begging me to finish to let you cum to feel that explosion in your body. No, I said. You wore the dress after I told you not to. Is that not what happened?.. Your cries were sad right then, love, but they were necessary. I knelt right there and showered your tummy with my cum. It was warm and heavy against your flesh. You sobbed and sobbed as your body twisted, secured tightly to the floor. I knew that this punishment had been enough, and that it would be a long time before you disobeyed me again. I began preparations for the final leg of this journey.. First, I fed you what must have been 6 or 7 hits off the pipe. I know that you would be on the verge of hallucinating, and wanted this night to be memorable. You could barely talk, yet I stayed close to your side, stroking your face and hair. You had surrendered to me hours ago and you probably could not have withstood any more sexual teasing at that point. I calmed you down and finally, you drifted off into a hash-induced sleep. I brought out the tall piece of furniture I had been keeping in my spare room for months. It looked like a rocking horse, with one long, narrow piece that you were to lay on. I unfolded the stirrups where you would kneel, which splayed outwards from the main piece. I also unfolded the handlebars for you to hold in front of you. I built it to your specifications, and felt confident that you would fit perfectly. When situated on this piece of art, you’d be on your stomach, your knees comfortably raised in the soft, padded stirrups, your body leaning forward. You would hold on to the handlebars, which were like those of a bicycle. That would raise your ass high in the air, with your legs spread very wide and slightly bent, giving me treasured access to your pussy and ass. I went to wake you. I got down on the floor next to you, showering your face and neck with sexy, nibbling kisses. You mumbled for me to stop. That it was just too much. That was when you heard my tools tinkering with the apparatus that help your wrists in place. First one then the other. The same with your ankles. I sat you up and kissed you, your arms wrapping tightly around my body. You cried again, but this time it was from love and devotion. I did not remove the blindfold. I helped you up and you stretched, allowing the blood to run more normally through your body. This also sent the hash streaming through your body and I could see your knees weaken. I smiled to myself just thinking of the pleasure you were going to experience. I helped you over to the new piece and put you in place. You asked me what was going on, and I told you to relax. Once secured, I stepped back to look at my pet. You looked soooo beautiful. Your pussy was trim and swollen and very, very ripe. Your ass also looked very needy to me and I knew I wanted to remedy that situation immediately. I found a very large dildo---black latex---and rubbed it with just the slightest amount of oil. I began to press it against your pretty ass, and it began to slide in. You began to moan, and I could hear in your voice that you were afraid this was some sort of cruel joke that I would again deny you pleasure. When the dildo was about 8 inches inside your ass, the indented ring around the base took hold and I was able to release it. I gave your body a few minutes to take its measure and to relax all around it. As I finished with your ass, I could not resist your cunt, which was spread so wide and open for me. Again, I licked and tasted you, listening for your cries of pleasure. Soon enough, your pussy was soaking and I knew that the time was right to finish this weekend accordingly. I approached you from behind, swiping your pussy and ass with my big cock, up and down, which made my cock get really stiff. I pressed it against your pussy and you gasped as the head entered your body. With your ass and legs slightly elevated, the hash was particularly effective and the pleasure from just this minor start had your pussy clenching and pulling at me. I sank my cock in deeper and deeper, until my bush was banging against your tender flesh. Slowly and rhythmically, we began our fuck. Your pussy was like a hair trigger, and as soon as I slapped your ass just once, your body boiled over. I knew that a HUGE orgasm was starting for you, and I began to fuck you very, very hard, slamming my huge cock deeper and deeper. Your cries were incoherent as your pleasure took over, twisting at my cock with the heaviest pulsing I have ever felt. It only got tighter from there. I had planned on fucking this way for a long time, but the clenching was testing my ability to hold off. You cried and screamed, as your orgasm triggered a flushing appearance in your flesh, and for one moment, I was afraid you were going to pass out. My legs worked hard, pumping you so full of cock that even your pussy lips seemed to purse tightly around my cock, treating it to the most exciting and sensuous velvet grip I had ever experienced. I kept at you this way for minutes until I could no longer hold off. My balls released what felt like a quart of cum deep inside you, your pussy milking me. You just cried and cried. You were sobbing when, finally, I pulled my cock from your cunt, soaked with mutual juices. Your body seemed to convulse, and your pussy dripped down your legs, all the way to the floor. I released you from the table, and brought you over to the couch, sitting you on my lap. We spent about an hour there, hands and mouths paying tribute to each other, and I remember you whispering in my ear that you would never disobey me again. The Weekend - THE END - The Weekend I have called you and we arranged to meet at a small Inn in the country where we can have some privacy. We have rented a cabin with all the amenities. Hot tub etc. We meet there after work on Friday and look forward to a full weekend of being together. I'm happy to see you when you drive up and even more so when I see you getting out of the car. My God, you are beautiful. You must have changed clothes just for me after leaving work. You couldn't have gone to work looking like that. You have on a very micro mini dress that is low cut and shows the tops of your breasts. I can see that your nipples are hard and seem to want to burst out into the warm sunshine. But the best of all is that the dress shows almost all of your gorgeous legs. As you swing your legs out of the car, you let them open up just wide enough to show me that you are wearing those panty hose that actually don't have a panty. You aren't wearing panties either. The dress is a bright red that goes well with your long blonde hair. You walk toward me with your hips swaying in a sensuous rhythm that is accentuated by the medium height heels of your red shoes. A perfectly constructed vision. I can't wait for you to get to me and I start toward you. I can almost feel you in my arms already. When I reach for you, you dodge and elude me. You want to tease me. I don't have time for that. I grab you and pull you to me. I take a handful of your hair and pull your head back so I can kiss you. I hold you there as my face slowly descends to yours and our lips touch. Now it's my turn to tease. You want to press your mouth to mine, but I'm holding your hair and you can't. You groan and whimper. I press my lips harder against yours and your sweet little tongue reaches out to greet me. I suck it into my mouth where we try to twine our tongues together. Soon I am thrusting my tongue into your mouth as if I were fucking it. You begin to grind your hips into my groin. It's time to go inside. The rest of the world doesn't deserve to see what we do from here on. I take your hand and lead you into the cabin. You follow meekly with your chest heaving. Those breasts are struggling to break free now. As I shut the door, we are back in each other's arms with our mouths glued together. I massage your neck, your back and down to the wonderful upswelling curve at the top of your ass cheeks. I love how those fantastic round and firm globes look and feel. They respond to my touch by wiggling and pushing back into my hand. I rub them in circles and gradually cause your dress to rise up over the top of your hips. Now I can feel the warmth and softness as in no other way. My flesh against yours is the best way to experience you. I slide my finger into the cleft between those lovely cheeks and feel for your sweet ass hole. It is puckered and tight like a new formed flower bud, but it begins to relax as I press against it with my finger. I want to see you naked. We go into the bedroom where I raise the dress over your head and marvel at your sweet form. I love the slight rise of your belly above your neatly groomed cunt. You have shaved it into a narrow strip because you know that's the way I like it. You must have just shaved it this afternoon since it is as smooth as silk. I slide my hands up from your hips to your armpits. Gently touching your sides on the way up and then stroke my fingertips along the outside of your breasts almost to the nipple, not quite. Your breathing is shallow now. You are trying hard not to move in hopes that I will touch those delightful little nubs that make you feel so good when they are stimulated. I circle my fingers all around and over your breasts, but don't touch the nipples. You are begging now. They are standing up straight and pointing toward the ceiling, demanding attention. I ease my hands up until your nipples are between my thumbs and index fingers. Then I squeeze them sharply, not enough to cause severe pain, just enough to make sure you are paying attention. You are. You love it. You reach down and rub my cock through my pants which are wet with the moisture that has oozed from it. You grasp it in your hand and begin to stroke its length through the pants. You drop to your knees and take it out of my pants where you can see it and feel it without any hindrance. You lick your lips in anticipation and move your head forward so your tongue can reach out and lick the moistness from the tip. Gentle little butterfly kisses to get a taste of what's to come. You take the shaft in your little hand and rub the head all over your face. There is a trail of shining liquid everywhere it touches. Then you begin to take me into your throat. You take it all the way in because you know I love to feel it touching the back of your throat. For some reason, I like it when it is so far in you have to gag a little before you pull it out. Then I take your head in my hands and begin to thrust into your mouth. Soon, I am thrusting just as hard as if it were your cunt. You are very brave and hold on, never trying to escape even though it is hard for you. You are such a sweet little girl. Always trying to please me. I don't want to come this way yet, so I pull my cock out of your mouth and it makes a plopping sound as you are still sucking on it as it exits your sweet lips. I raise you up from the floor and back you toward the bed where I lay you down with your hips on the edge of the bed. I remove my clothes now and drop to my knees, spreading your legs wide for easier access. I lower my head to your gorgeous cunt and inhale that sweet fragrance. It is sweet and still sour. It has elements of sugar and salt. I like a woman who tastes like a woman and not like a bar of soap. I blow my hot breath all along your lovely slit and your hips rise up to meet me. I extend my tongue and lightly lick the outer lips of your cunt and taste the wonderful thing I have just smelled. It is as good to the taste as to the smell. I gently flick my tongue tip all around your cunt without penetrating it. You are very anxious now. You want something in your cunt. You try to put your fingers in it, but I push your hand away. I press my tongue against that tender spot between your cunt and ass hole. It has a musky flavor that is amazing. I then lick from the bottom of your slit all the way to the top where your little clit has come out to play. When my tongue touches your clit, your hips give an involuntary thrust upward which presses my lip against my teeth. I am bleeding a little now, but don't care. It just adds to the flavor of the moment. I reach up and grasp your breasts in my hands and begin to pinch the nipples in time with the strokes of my tongue on your clit. You are almost delirious now, rolling your head from side to side and speaking in some unknown tongue that only we can understand. I know what you are saying. You want more and more. Can there ever be enough? I am now concentrating on your clit with every fiber of my being. I lick it with a fury and a pace I have never before equaled. I can feel the muscles in your thighs tighten and you try to squeeze my head between them. I push them back. I won't have you controlling this event. You moan and beg me to let you come. I am sure now that you are ready. I lick even harder and ram three fingers into your cunt as hard as I can. One stroke is all it takes and you are transported to that place that only you can go. I've heard of it, but will never know it first hand. I love to take you there. You scream my name along with all manner of curses and other unintelligible things. Your body is racked with uncontrollable spasms of joy and lust. Nothing can hold you back and only the passage of time returns you to the world the rest of us inhabit. Just as you are settling down and starting to breath a little easier, I push you further onto the bed and shove my cock as deep into your cunt as I can go. I fuck you hard and fast and, unbelievably, you are almost there again. I am amazed at your capacity to orgasm. I fuck you as hard as I can and use small circular motions as if to stir the soup that is boiling in your cunt. It is only a couple of minutes until I explode within your heavenly cunt and wonder of wonders, as soon as I do, you are there with me. We come together and I can almost see your special place. Almost, not quite. It is enough. I am honored to be so close. We both spasm uncontrollably and I fall on you with all my weight. I have forgotten how small you are and how much larger I am. You don't complain and when I remember and raise up to ease the burden, you pull me back down. You want to feel me imprisoning you. Finally, I roll off of you and you curl up on my shoulder where you fall asleep. I watch you sleeping and marvel at this woman of mine. All this in the first hour of the first day of our special weekend. What can there be to follow this? Can we expect to equal this? We'll see. The Weekend It's the weekend - WOW what a week. Running everywhere and it's OVER!! On you way home you pick up a bottle of your favorite wine and your thoughts are to just LOCK THE DOOR and enjoy yourself. You open the front door, close it behind you and lock it. You stroll through the house, dropping your purse on the table, and putting the wine in the freezer for a quick chill. Then to the bedroom to get your clothes off and then just relax!! You head back to the living room put on your favorite CD the it's to the freezer to crack the well deserved bottle of wine. As you pour your first glass you fill it about ½ way up and put the bottle back into the freezer. You can hear the music and go to the couch, set your wine on the coffee table and prop yourself up. Tonight you just have on panties. You get comfortable and begin sipping on your wine. It begins to relax you right away. You can feel the warm relaxing sensation in your stomach as you continue to finish the first glass the pour yourself another. Returning to your position on the couch you continue to sip on the wine as your whole body begins to relax for the first time this week. It has been one of those super busy stressful week when nothing really went wrong but nothing really went right. It was an uphill battle all the way. As you relax your mind start to focus on the songs, they bring back good memories and some pretty hot ones as you begin to relax even more. Your concentration is broken as you take the last sip from the glass and get up to refill your glass. And its back to the couch where you pick up right where you left off. The memories are very good and the wine is only enhancing them. You soon realize the no only is the wine creating a warm feeling in your stomach but the memories have began to arouse you. You can feel your pussy beginning to have that itch that just needs to be scratched and your as you rub your hand across your belly you can feel your nipples quickly becoming rock hard. Your reach to the table and get another drink of wine and then you let your had roam to your titties. You know just how to touch and rub them to get the best sensation. You moisten your fingers and rub them around your nipples squeezing your nipples between your thumb and forefinger. It feels like it is directly connected to your pussy at your pussy instantly reacts with excitement. You continue to play with your nipples getting your fingers wet again, the heat from your spit almost feels like a hot mouth as your rub around and squeeze them again. Your other has slowly moved down your belly and just under the top of your panties as your fingers begin to feel your pussy hair. As you slide your had down further your pussy is crying out to be touched and as your fingers slip across your already aroused clit you can feel your juices are flowing and have already soaked your panties. You just allow your fingers to rub across your outer lips as they make their way to the bottom of your pussy and you feel the sensation as they touch you asshole. As you reposition your hand you slide two fingers up your pussy as you can't help but arch your back to get them in even faster. You move your hand in and out rubbing your love lotion over your clit as your begin to finger fuck yourself. As you lay there rubbing your nipple between your fingers and fucking yourself you hand is also rubbing across your increasingly sensitive clit. You think to yourself that you would love to have someone between your legs just licking you. That would just eat you for hours until you couldn't cum anymore. As you picture this in your mind you can feel your first orgasm beginning to build. You quickly think of who you would like to eat you and Casey immediately comes to mind. Her soft tongue, her small but ample fingers and feeling her face between your legs. It is too much as you feel your climax rushing to completion. You shove your fingers as far up your pussy as you can making sure you base of your hand is continues to rub your clit and your pinch your nipple long and hard as the sensation builds to a good and needed climax. As it subsides you think back about how excited you became kissing her seeing her naked and sucking her tits. Not to mention when she sucked yours. But what you most remember is the first time you felt her fingers touching your pussy for the first time. The feeling was like none you had ever had before and when her tongue first touched you, you knew that this was GREAT. She knew just how to touch you with her fingers, and her tongue as she stroked your pussy with both until you're cum covered her mouth and cheeks. You reach for another drink and Shit the glass is empty again. As you return you slip your panties off knowing that tonight your are going to please yourself over and over again. You sip some more wine and remember how she ran her tongue along the outer lips of your pussy until they parted and She ran her tongue up your little wet hole. Then she let her tongue slide from your hole toward your clit as you could feel her tongue touch your clit for the first time. Swirling it around your clit, then gently pulling it's hood back for total exposure and pleasure as she put her mouth over and you could feel her sucking and licking it. As the night wore on you must have climaxed two or three dozen time. As you just climaxed thinking about Casey eating you. But as the hours passed you feel asleep, dreaming about how much you would like to be with Casey again. The fun you had, the experience was too good. As you sleep your mind is dreaming about one, two and even more girls touch, rubbing and eating you. What a wet dream. But as the night passes and the morning arrives you awaken feeling much better. No hangover, just a really wet and horny pussy. You get up go to pee and as you are wiping across your pussy your clit is begging for one more time. You lean back on the toilet and begin to gently rub your swollen, very sensitive, and horny clit. It only takes seconds until you can feel the sensation starting. As you slide your fingers past your clit your hand never looses contact with your clit and then you slide your fingers up your pussy again. The climax is almost there and with a few more strokes, RELIEF as your body jerks from your first climax of the morning. As you look out the window the day is really nice not too hot but not too cold. It is one of the GREAT weekends. You decide to slip away to the park, this will keep any of your friends from just "dropping by" and besides you deserve getting out and enjoying nature. You get showered, slip on your gauze dress and some sandals. Grab your purse and head out the door. It is now mid afternoon and you remembered that you didn't eat last night. You swing by pick up some food and you're on your way to the park. This is a special part only because it has some tables build out over the edge of the lake and you can feed the fish, however they are somewhat secluded from the lake and very secluded from the rest of the park. As luck would have it, as you are walking toward the table another couple is just leaving. You put your stuff down on the table and just sit back for a minute to take in the view. It is great. The clean smell of out doors, the wind as it blows through your dress and just the peacefulness. As you finish your food, you can hear footsteps in the distance coming closer and closer. As you glance around to see who it is, the person is heading out toward your table. He asked you how you are doing, explains that he is new to the area and asked if it is OK for sit and talk with you. You don't see anything wrong with this, he seem to be very nice, soft spoken and has a very southern accent. As you talk you can feel the sun starting to slip behind the trees on the other side of the lake and the coolness of the afternoon beginning. As you continue to talk you feel very comfortable talking with him small talk about the area turn to more conversation about you and him. He is much older than you are, he is average weight, in good shape and has a nice well kept beard. The one thing that intrigues you the most is his concentration and attention to you. It looks like he is looking into your soul. His brown eyes never leave your eyes and you are feeling very special that you are the center of his attention. He makes you feel like you are the only thing around! When he talks to you it is smooth and directly to you. As the cooling wind shifts your dress and blows through it you remember that you didn't put on any underwear and you can feel your nipples reacting to the cool breeze. You continue to talk for a while longer then he stands up walks to the end of the deck the table is you and just looks out over the lake. The part of the lake you can see is very calm and all you can hear is birds chirping. You shift to stand up and gather your things. He turns around and asks if he can carry anything. Then he reaches toward you pulls you close to him with a very gentle hug and gives you a kiss on the cheek. When he reached you put up some resistance but there didn't seem to be a threat and as he held you, you reached to hug him back. He looked at you and you at him knowing that both of you wanted and need a kiss, you turned your head slightly to the side and you could feel his soft lips touching yours. You can feel your nipples pressing against his chest as both of your tongues touch and the hug become more of an embrace. His hands slowly slide down your back as your tongues dance in each other's mouth, as his hands pass your waist and cup your ass in his hands. He pulls you even closer to him as you can feel his soft cock with your leg. As you continue to embrace and he holds you close, you can feel that nice warm feeling beginning between your legs and to intensify your feeling you feel his cock growing down the leg of his pants. You can feel his hands' slowly pulling up your dress and his fingers cupping your naked ass. The feeling is great. But what next? He breaks the embrace and helps you back over to the table, sets you on top of the table slightly spreads you legs, as your dress flows down your legs. He slips in between your legs on the bottom seat, slips his head up your dress as you can feel his hot breath on your thigh. You can feel his beard and tongue as the trace from your knee up your thigh through your pussy hair, past your clit and down the other thigh to your knee. WOW what a tease. But you know there is more to come. The next pass is slightly lower as he goes the other direction back to the original starting location. This time his tongue passing just above the hood of your clit. You can feel the excitement as your nipples and hard, not for the cool air but for the sensual excitement hidden by your dress. You decide to lay back on the table as he begins his third pass. His beard only adds to the sexual excitement of his tongue as you feel his tongue slowly moving up your thigh. You can feel your love lotion beginning slowly slip out of your pussy crack. As his tongue passes the crease in your leg, moves through your pussy hair then stops briefly right on top of your clit. You feel his mouth gently circle your clit and his tongue slowly roll your clit round and around. Then he releases his grip and with dismay he passes through your pussy hair and back down your thigh, this time stopping just past the crease in your leg. The he starts back, his tongue passes just under your clit, over your lips hesitating only for one lick between your lips to taste your love. Then to the other side. Then back again, as you feel him lifting your ass off the table and cupping it with each hand. His tongue slips into your pussy hole for one lick to taste you again then you feel him raise your ass slightly off the table. He moves his head almost to the table as you feel his tongue parting your ass cheeks. You can feel him slowly tracing his way up the crack of your ass as his tongue slides over your asshole which is now wet with your love lotion. He continues as his tongue reaches the bottom of your pussy parting your lips slipping deep into your hole then up to your clit. He does this several times as your excitement continues to build. The excitement of a stranger under your dress so you can't see him licking you in places you have never been licked and just the way his is doing it is almost too erotic for your body to handle. His hot breath on your most sensitive areas, his beard against your tinder skin as his tongue caresses every inch between your legs. Then he moves to your clit as he places his mouth around your clit. His tongue circling your clit the making direct passes over the top of it exposing it to the fullest as you feel him gently easy his hands from under your ass. You are arched you back to give him better access to your special parts as you feel him his fingers tease your outer lips then slide between the finding your pussy hole. Your excitement is reaching the point of no return. As you feel him slowly slide one then two fingers into your pussy. You feel them pass through your opening as your stomach begins to quickly tighten, as your climax begins. He continues sliding his fingers down your love canal and begins to gently rub your cervix. Your initial climax is intense but you can feel another different climax quickly coming as his fingers gently rub around the outside of you cervix. And before the first one is complete a much more intense climax has reached it's peak sending shock waves through your body as you push your pussy hard into his face holding the back of his head your stomach jerks with the intensity of the moment. As you climax's reach their peak you don't want them to stop. This is a new experience for your body having multiple climaxes for multiple area all at once. You don't want it to stop but after about a minute of fiercely fucking his face both slowly subside. The sensitivity index of your body is higher that it has ever been. You can still feel little pulses of climax as you begin to relax. He doesn't move, he is perfectly still you can feel his mouth still around your clit. You can't feel his tongue but you can still feel his fingers deep inside your pussy as it begins to release it's grip from your climax. You can feel a pleasant rush of love juice as it trickles out of your pussy and runs pass your asshole down the crack of your ass. You can feel him gently move away from your clit and through your dress, he says, are you up to it again? You immediately raise your ass off the table and you can feel him run his tongue from your pussy hole back to your clit where he regains his position. His tongue begins to lick and gently circle your clit you can feel his fingers slowly moving out and back in your pussy hole deep into your hole rubbing your cervix again. As you slowly begin to rotate your hips you can feel that your last climax was only a sample of the next one to come. You try hard not to focus on what is happening to you but the feeling is just too good. Then he slowly pulls his fingers to the entrance of your opening you can feel you opening stretching even more as he inserts his third finger. Having your pussy stretched adds even more as you can feel his tongue licking all around your clit and gently sucking on it. You can feel your stomach muscles in the early stages of tensing, but so do he as he pushes his fingers deep within your pussy and now three fingers massages your cervix. This is too much, this is pleasure you have never experienced as he continues to lick you with his fingers all the way up you. You can't hold off any longer, this is too much as your focus goes from delay to his tongue and fingers. It quickly starts as you feel him slightly slide his fingers out and then you can feel his last finger beginning to enter your asshole. It enters easily as he pushes it all the way in, you grab the back of his head and began to rotate wildly fucking his face harder than before. The extra sensation of having something up you ass takes you over the edge with a mind-blowing climax. You are rotating your hips you can feel his fingers rubbing your cervix and against the one up your ass and his tongue against your clit. As your climax intensifies your almost raise off the picnic table as you try to get even more up your holes. Your were right this one is much more intense that the last. Probably from the sensitivity from before and also the extra intrigue of having something up your ass. This climax last more that a minute as your continue to have wave after wave of climax. You can feel him starting to slide his fingers in and out both of your holes along with your rotation continues to hit spots which haven't climaxed yet but it seems like every part of your body has cum. But as all thing it slowly begins to subside. You push my head away from your clit, You can't even stand to have him breath on it and you can feel him slowly remove his fingers. He lifts your dress up looks over the top to see your satisfied face smiling back at him. He gets up from the bench walks to the other side of the table where you have your head puts his hands on your tits and give you're a long and deep tongue kiss. He says he really needs to go but would really like to do this again, he gives you his phone number and says when you want to really cum again. The Weekend Pat and Teri were wonderful friends, and even better lovers. They both enjoyed the teasing and exciting conversations that made them feel naughty, and they both longed for discovering other ways to do it. They particularly felt the trill of letting themselves get out of hand where someone else might see them. (See "The Bet") Their weekend plans took them by car for 2 and a half hours from the city. They had planned on camping, but it was turning rainy and cold, and when they saw the warm looking Best Western sign, they figured a motel would be a better choice. With luck, they found themselves getting one of the last rooms, a nice one, with a couch and a queen sized bed, and two large windows that overlooked a courtyard and open air lounging area, with a few tables and umbrellas, and then the square of rooms on the other side. They were on the third floor, not very high, but up above the courtyard below. At first they were disappointed to have to change their plans, but as they wandered around, they realized the warm dry room would offer a much more enjoyable evening. The place was pretty full of travellers who had changed their plans as well, and many eyes followed the young pair as they strolled into the pool area. "I didn't know it had a hot tub!" giggled Teri as they felt the moist warm air surround them. The pool was only about 50 feet long, and maybe 20 feet wide, with a tile deck, a few chairs, a door leading to a small sauna, and off to the side, a small sunken whirlpool tub, large enough for maybe 4 or 6 people. "It sure would feel lovely, and relaxing," answered Pat, with her hand around Teri's waist. Pat's fingers traced the smooth skin at the top of Teri's jeans, her nails softly tickling, sending delicious shivers along the line, above Teri's hip, and right into her tummy. "But we were planning on hiking and camping. I didn't bring any swimwear, did you?" Teri responded, leaning further into her partner's full breast. "Well, no, I didn't either," moaned Pat, "But it is getting late, and there are hardly any people left in here. Maybe nobody would notice if we just wore bras and panties. They would kinda look like bikinis from over in the pool." Teri grinned, and a bolt of energy went right through her nipples, making them pucker a little. The thought of doing something edgy in public was always attractive to her, and this didn't seem like too much. "I'm willing if you are, but maybe we should have a little wine or something first, just to give me courage. What do you say??" Back in their room, they sipped glasses of wine and giggled, both realizing the excitement of their adventure. They stripped their jeans and shirts, and grabbed the largest towels from the bathroom, wrapping them so properly above their breasts, which left the bottom of the towels barely covering their firm rounded young buttocks. Teri was 23, tall and slender in a runner's body, with longish legs and long straight light brown hair. Her hips weren't as curvy and girlish as she would like, but she felt comfortable in her body, and liked it when others let their eyes wander over her. Pat was vivacious in her manner, and her body reflected her style. Her breasts and hips both flared beautifully, and she seldom missed a chance to let someone see just a little more than she should. Her very long dark hair streamed down her back, past her shoulder blades, and Teri tugged on it, feeling its silky smoothness as they made their way down the hall. The tiles were cool to their bare feet, and Pat felt her heart quicken as they entered the pool area again. There were 2 couples there, one in the pool and one in lounge chairs. The men glanced up at them as they entered, and their glances weren't lost on the two vixens as they walked the length of the pool and to the far corner, stopping by the depression that held the whirlpool. Teri drew in her breath, and whispered, "Well sweets, it's now or NOT!" She dropped her towel casually on the bench, and turned to test the water with a toe. She could feel her smallish cone shaped breasts tingle, and the nipples begin to harden even at the thought of standing there in a very thin beige bra and matching panties with lace on the waistband and shoulder straps. Her bra clasped in front, separating the cups and allowing lots of bare skin to show between them. Glancing down at her own figure, she felt she could almost see the shadow of her pubic hair, and thought to herself how much thinner her lingerie felt now than up in the room. Pat looked at her partner, and her eyes followed Teri's body from head to toe, resting on each wonderful curve that she knew so well. Slowly, she let her own towel drop, tossing it on top of Teri's, and stepped to the side of the whirlpool as well. Pat's bra was even more revealing, partly because her breasts were larger, full, rounded, and begging to be touched. Her bra had a thin light blue undercup, and a lacy top that let her pinkish brown nipples show through a little. Her panties were high cut bikini style, allowing her beautiful legs to look even longer, and the dimples of her flanks to show as she stood reaching into the water. They both stepped down a layer, and the warmth of the water felt both comfortable and soothing after the cold outside, and also stimulating, urging their erotic hearts to race even a little faster. They sat across from each other and Teri said softly, "You beautiful one! I can see both guys trying to look at you, and if I'm not mistaken, one of the women isn't minding much either!" Pat laughed, "Well, sweets, if I look anything like you, it will be an interesting view for them." Teri looked down and nearly gasped.....of course.....the water had made her bra basically disappear, and her rosy colored nipples showed clearly through it, wrinkled with desire already, and standing tall, pressing the thin fabric outward. Teri felt a jolt through her stomach, as she realized how showing herself like this excited her. Teri let herself sink back into the warm enclosure, her legs lifting weightlessly, brushing against Pat's extended legs, rubbing as they half floated, and the two girls let their eyes lock, loving the feeling of skin on skin. They sat lightly on the shelf, so the water surged above their nipple line, and then retreated, offering each other wonderful views of see through "swimwear" designed to entice, and Pat's knees opened, inviting Teri to explore. As she reached with her inquiring foot, she could feel the smooth skin of Pat's inner thigh, and saw how her lovely friend slid forward a little, so Teri could reach the top. Teri's foot found its mark, feeling the full rounded mound, the center of Pat's desire, and pressured it, feeling her toes manipulate the soft petals of Pat's labia. Pat's eyes tried to stay locked with Teri's, but they quivered, and she bit her lip a little, rolling her hips forward and upward into Teri's foot, seeking just the right angle. Neither of them heard the soft steps of the couple that approached them, until a light cough brought them from their intense concentration. Teri's fingers jumped away from her nipples, where they had come to brush, even without her thinking of it. "Are we intruding?" asked a light female voice. "The hot tub seemed so inviting on such a dreary night." The speaker was a lovely woman, perhaps mid thirties, medium height, with short very black hair, hips that were broad and curvy, narrowing to a trim waistline, and then accented by breasts somewhere in between Teri's and Pat's.......well developed, and enclosed in a rather suggestive bikini top that had a very horizontal line just above where her nipples must be, Teri thought. She was accompanied by a fellow somewhat taller, with an athletic build, short dark brown hair that seemed wind blown and naturally relaxed, who wore a speedo brief style suit of thin nylon. He had little body hair, firm trim abs, and the outline of his sex was very clear under his suit. Teri noticed Pat's eyes sliding up and down both of the visitors. "I'm David," he said, "and this is Leslie. We really don't mean to intrude, if you'd rather not have company just now." His smile was warm, and suggested that he knew we had begun some intimacy, but also bespoke a confidence that seemed welcome. We invited them in. Pat swung around so that her shoulder was against Teri's, and the couple slipped into the warm water across from them. They no more than began to chat, when Leslie reached up and turned a switch, releasing streams of bubbles that felt wonderful against everyone's heated bodies, and obscured legs and laps. "Love your suits," Leslie giggled lightly, "I'm sure they would be a huge hit when the crowd is up at the pool." She nodded her head towards the main area, which was now empty. Teri blushed, and Pat said, "Well, we really weren't planning on any swimming this weekend, but we just couldn't resist when we saw the tub. I hope we aren't being too wicked!" Pat had lifted herself up a little and looked down at herself, leading everyone to see how her fantastic breasts were excited by the play they had done, and by the opportunity to be seen even more. Pat's nipples were fully extended, and pushed almost through the lace, it seemed to Teri. Even as Teri's eyes followed the luscious curves of her lover only inches away, she felt Pat's hand creep across to her tummy, fingers drumming on it, as if to say, "do we dare this???" David's eyes were nearly bugging out, and Leslie managed to keep her composure. "You certainly aren't wicked, Pat, at least not yet, is she David?" and Leslie's hand slid across to David's chest, rested there, and then slid downward, out of sight, but clearly not back to her own lap. She knew that the pair of exciting women would notice, and perhaps feel free to be themselves. Pat was already letting herself take the lead, sliding her fingers beneath Teri's panties, and coaxing Teri's legs open under the bubbles. Teri willingly lifted her right knee, letting it settle over Pat's thigh, encouraging Pat's loving fingers to find their mark. Her head leaned right, against Pat's shoulder, and the sudden lightning made her breath grow fast as she felt Pat's fingers spread her pussy lips, teasing them open, pinching them lightly on the sides. Leslie's knowing look caught Pat's eyes, and Pat smiled at her, nodding slightly in affirmation. Yes, she was fingering her girlfriend right in front of them, making her high, and loving it. Leslie tilted her head upward and sideways for David to kiss, and they lingered for a long time, open mouths tasting each other. Teri was lost, far into the feelings her beautiful partner was creating inside her, and somehow her own hands were suddenly sliding her bra strap sideways, down, and away from her arms, exposing one bare breast just at water line, to view. David and Leslie watched as Teri's own fingers fouind her nipple, scissoring it, tugging it outward as she looked up at Pat and rolled her hips uncontrollably against Pat's urging strokes. Pat leaned in and kissed her, hungrily opening her mouth, inviting Teri's tongue, sucking on it, twisting her own tongue around it and cleaning the savory saliva from Teri, drawing it in, and feeling a new surge of heat in her own pussy from the mixture. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that David had untied the neck band of Leslie's suit, and let it fall, exposing her breasts to everyone. Leslie didn't seem to mind, but lifted herself a little to let the long dark pink nipples, fully extended from the girls' play, show more completely, and David lowered his head to the near one, tongue sliding along its underside, and then flicking upward. Every flick made Leslie jump a little, squirming, and in between David would look over to Pat and Teri, making eye contact as if to say, "Could you feel it too?" Teri felt the explosion coming, and moaned to Pat, loud enough for all to hear, "Babyyyyyy....yesssss, give meyour fingerssss...inside me baby, while I cummmm. And give me from your mouth girllll I want you!!!" Teri's legs tried to close against Pat's hand as waves began to ripple through her mound and into her stomach. She felt the release of wetness from Pat's mouth into her own, and swallowed the offering from her partner hungrily, making small animal sounds deep in her throat, hips bucking against Pat's loving fingers as they slid around her clit, circling it, pressing it harder, and again, drawing her into dizziness. Leslie and David watched intently as Teri shuddered, so sensitive now to Pat's steady pressure, subconsciously aware that she had been watched while she got higher, gave way to abandon and let her orgasm wash hard, begging for it even. She smiled into Pat's mouth, and whispered, "Whew, sweets, my girl.....you take my breath away.....but now it is my turn." Teri guided Pat to the edge of the hot tub, just at the corner, and lifted one foot up onto the top edge. She looked up at her beautiful lover, and said, "baby, I'm going to open you, expose you, and taste your sweetness......let them watch us, and tell me what they do!" With that, Teri reached up and began to slide Pat's panties down. Pat lifted herself briefly to help, hardly believing her daring. "But wait," she said, "other people might come in!" "Don't worry," Leslie answered, breaking her kiss with David, "my cousin is the night manager, and the pool is closed now. He won't let anyone else in." With a wink and a sly smile, she shrugged herself out of her top completely, and guided David out of the tub to sit on the edge above her. Pat smiled and opened her naked legs as Teri pressed them apart. Then Teri rose to her knees on the underwater bench, reached down and released the clasp on her bra, peeling it back and off, to give her naked breasts to Pat. She lifted Pat's other leg out of the water as well, placing it on the other edge, so Pat's beautiful wide mound was on display, naked, wet from the warm water but also leaking some slick juice from inside. Teri moved sideways a little, to let it show, as she nibbled on Pat's thighs, low, by her knee, then higher, while reaching up to slide Pat's bra straps off without looking. the lacy top cups folded down, leaving just a shelf with exposed nipples, rigid and inviting, for Teri to roll between her thumb and forefingers as her tongue moved ever higher. "Ohhhh godddd girl," Pat managed to whisper, do that!!! I love that, yuessss!!" She seemed aware that David's eyes were examining her, and she noticed that Leslie had rolled his suit down so that the head of his cock, and about half the shaft were showing, standing hard and long. "I can see his cock," she whispered to Teri. "She's fingering it." "Tell her to show it all," Teri replied, as her tongue found the tight rope of muscles on each side of Pat's mound, standing out because of the wide spread of her legs that Teri was holding. Teri's tongue slid over the tendons, her lips mouthing them on each side, teasing, letting her chin brush Pat's labia, but not going there yet. Pat croaked, "Leslie, let us see it.....show us his cock." Leslie grinned, "Of course, my dear. I'd like you to watch us, as we watch you. Just tell me...." With that, she pulled David's suit completely off, cradling his heavy sack in her hand, fingers stroking the underside, while her tongue began to play over the tip, eyes still on Pat. "Is this what you mean, lovely one??" At that moment Pat shuddered as Teri's tongue found its mark, sliding along the total length of Pat's groove, parting it, dipping inside, tasting her beautiful woman taste, nostrils flaring with Pat's musky sweet woman scent. Teri was instantly high again, loving so much the smell and taste of her lover. She paused just below Pat's bullet hard nub, not quite finishing each stroke, but playing her rigid extended tongue along the inside of Pat's groove, reaching into her pussy with it, feeling Pat respond by edging further forward. "Girl....I love your tongue......give it to me!!!" Pat whispered urgently, feeling the excitement of being licked on the edge of the tub, out in the open, being watched by the pair just across from them,and yet filled with so much abandon, so much of the urgent touches and moving tongue from Teri. Pat reached down and felt her lover's cheeks, stroked them, pressing her breasts further outward with her arms. Teri's fingers flicked across the rigid nipples, strumming them, her own excitement growing from the feel of them, harder, larger, puckered with desire. Teri's tongue lapped furiously, and then she felt Pat's fingers stroking the sides of her mouth, and inward, to pull her own labia further open, urging Teri to tongue fuck her more deeply, to slide it as far inside as she could with each frenzied pass. Teri could feel the flow of juice from Pat's wide open canal, and took it in greedily. Her mouth closed over Pat's fully extended clit, and began to suckle it. She moved one hand below her mouth, to finger Pat's pussy, two fingers twisting inside, curling to find the most sensitive deep spot, loving the spongy feel of the roof of Pat's heated tunnel. Pat could barely see; with half closed eyes, she was aware that David's hips across from her were bucking upward, burying his cock deeply into Leslie's mouth. He began to moan, and she knew that he was close, nearly cumming from the sight of the two women before him, and from the hot licking that Leslie was giving him. And then it began.....deep inside her, Pat could feel the trembling start. She heard little gurlges, and realized they were coming from herself. She tried to spread her legs further, and her fingers stroked TEri's cheeks inward, wanting to take her inside if she could, wanting to be consumed, wanting to be filled up, wanting to share the deepest intimacies, and then letting herself go as tidal waves of pleasure broke over her. Teri felt the spasms begin, and felt the added flow of wetness from Pat's glorious pussy. She drank it. She lapped it. She swallowed it, and she felt it flooding against her mouth. Teri reached around and held Pat's flanks, pulling her into her own face, wanting to keep the contact as long as Pat could stand it. Long moments went by, and Pat's heart pounded with her release. Teri tried to look up, and when she did, she saw Pat tryng to look down.....trying to watch each other at the deepest moment, trying to share it, even as they shared it together with the couple across from them. David and Leslie were by then lost in their own high, David sending his strings of white cum splashing into the air, for all to see, and landing on himself as Leslie held his cock, milking it, stroking it, watching it cum. She rubbed it around his belly, and teased his sensitive cock head until he pleaded for her to stop. Teri laid her head in Pat's open lap, licking softly the insides of Pat's thigh, cleaning her, loving her, feeling her begin to come down. Pat's breathing returned to normal, and she shuddered again slightly at the feeling of Teri's loving after strokes. Later, in the room, Teri cuddled and kissed the back of Pat's neck, arms wrapped around her from behind, belly to back and lap to buns, and legs to legs as they curled together, basking in the sweetness, enjoying each other's warmth. Teri whispered, "Oh sweet girl!!.....did you ever dream.......we would.....I mean.....??" Pat pressed Teri's hands to her breasts and wiggled her lovely little asscheeks closer. "I dream it all the time, my lover woman......and we will again, I know." The Weekend Myra This is the small tale of one hedonistic weekend that changed my life forever. I was the young wife of a junior officer in the Air Force stationed in an out-of-the way base in Michigan. While not a pilot, my husband was in change of the Air Traffic Control functions on this busy bomber base. I had spent my time being the perfect junior officer's wife... always above reproach in deportment and dress, attending social events and volunteering at the local hospital. We'd been married for a couple of years but still had no children. Our life was satisfying but still somewhat routine and boring by the summer of these events. Three months ago, my husband had been sent on temporary duty to another base for some training and "career broadening" experience. This left me home alone with very little to do. Oh, the other junior officer wives kept in touch but there just weren't that many social events at which an unaccompanied woman was convenient. The fact that I was pretty with a good body didn't help. Men, even married men, had always flirted with me and few women were comfortable inviting me over. Out of sheer desperation one Thursday, I decided to attend one of the squadron's evening softball games. I sat up in the stands amid the enlisted members of the squadron and their families, soon striking up a conversation with the wife of one of the noncommissioned officers I knew through my husband. He passed me a beer from the cooler at his feet and I could see his eyes roam over my breasts barely covered in the halter-top. His wife, Jo, didn't seem to mind his attention and we were soon chatting away like old school chums. When the game drew to a close and the crowd dispersed to their cars, she invited me to join them at their house for a post-game get-together. With nothing else to do, I decided to see "how the other half lived" and followed them to their quarters. My first thought about their quarters was its size; even though they had three kids, their house was smaller than ours - a three bedroom with the two girls sharing a room. Their furniture was obviously worn but the entire house was clean and neat. The kids had been sent off to get ready for bed while the adults gathered in the basement "recreation room". Like all the quarters at the base, the basement was unfinished with exposed joists above, a bare concrete floor below, and the usual washer and dryer, plus furnace. They had draped off the underside of the stairs to create storage and home built shelves lined one wall, holding a variety of items like puzzles, games, and toys as well as books, tools, and other things. An old carpet covered the floor at the other end of the room, along with a mismatched collection of old chairs and a broken down sofa. A small stereo provided the background music and a hideous orange swag light provided the illumination. Jo saw my expression and laughed. "I know it isn't much, but it's comfortable!" The other people there were all enlisted folks from the squadron or the neighborhood and I didn't know any of them. I spent the evening getting to know Jo and her husband, Will. They'd married in high school and their first child had been born shortly after graduation. He'd been in the service for eight years and this was their fourth duty station. As I listened to her talk, I thought about my husband's remarks about this NCO. "Will's a sharp one, knows his stuff. The Old Man (my husband always thought of the commanding officer that way) says Will's one to watch. If Will says something is fact, then you can bet on it." It was obvious that my husband respected and trusted this NCO. There had also been some casual remarks about the wife. "Rumor has it all's not well in that marriage. Seems she threatened him with divorce over this assignment and there's some scuttlebutt about her having an affair at their last base." Watching the two together, I didn't see any indication that there were any problems. Eventually the gathering started to break up and folks headed off to their homes. I thanked Jo for a lovely time when Will told me to give him my keys. He wasn't going to let me drive home since I had been drinking. I then realized that he had not had anything alcoholic to drink all evening, so I consented to let him drive me there. "How will you get back?" I asked. He told me he planned to walk since it was only a few blocks. I halfway expected him to make a pass at me when he escorted me up to the door of my house, but he merely unlocked the front door and handed me the keys. He told me I was welcome back any time and that they had enjoyed my company. He then strode off into the night. Late the next morning I was washing my breakfast dishes when the telephone rang. It was Jo inviting me over. Why not, I thought, so I told her I would be over in a bit. After grabbing a quick shower and dressing in shorts and a halter, I decided that I would not go over empty handed. I grabbed two bottles of Kahlua liqueur and some chips, then drove back over to their house. Will was at work when I arrived and the kids were playing out in the park across the street. As she had the evening before, Jo gave me a quick hug and a kiss as I walked inside. That level of informality and casual contact was not something I was used to, but she was so open and friendly about it, it didn't bother me. She saw what I had brought with me and soon we were enjoying Kahlua and milk over ice. Jo resumed telling me the story of her life, including her big affair with her boss back in Georgia. She admitted they'd almost gotten a divorce over it, but things had sort of settled down after that. She'd asked if I'd heard any of the other stories about them. Jo told me that they had gotten into some pretty wild parties, with lots of drinking and some sex games. I told her that I had not heard a word and Jo said that was good because it was something that could ruin Will's career. By the time Will drove up, Jo and I had finished one bottle of Kahlua and were feeling very mellow. The kids had asked (begged, really) if they could spend the night and some other child's house and Jo had consented. Even the little boy was going so there would be no kids underfoot that evening. Will said "Hi" as he passed through the room and we soon heard the sound of the shower upstairs. He soon came back down attired in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that suited his trim body. He grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and then joined us in the sitting area. "What's up?" he asked. After explaining that the kids were out for the night, Jo suggested we fix a platter of cheese, salami, and crackers and move down to the playroom where it was cooler. Once down there, we sat around talking and nibbling on the snacks. Watching him, I could see the play of his muscles under his shirt and was soon fantasizing what he'd look like without the shirt... or much else. My reverie was interrupted when Jo suggested we play a game, and Will said "How about twister?" I am sure everyone has played twister at some time. It's a game of coordination and balance as you try to remain upright while touching hands and feet to colored circles on the mat. At the same time, your opponent is also trying to do the same while blocking you from reaching your colors. If that isn't hard enough, add in the consumption of lots of alcohol and it's a recipe for hilarity. My first match was against Jo and we soon found ourselves tangled together as we tried to reach our circles. Will sat watching us laughing as we tried to move around or under one another. I actually ended up with Jo's breasts mashed against my face at one point while she had one arm pressing firmly between my legs. She moved the arm farther back and knocked us both down. Will challenged Jo next and she found herself stretched under his body with her head next to his bare thigh. She winked at me and then bit the inside of his thigh. His yelp of surprise was followed by his collapse atop her, driving them both to the mat. "No biting!" he muttered as I took Jo's place. I will admit that I enjoyed pressing against his hard body as we played. I even freely admit that I went out of my way to reach circles that increased the contact whenever possible. I knew my halter was gaping in the position I was in and I also knew that he was enjoying the show quite a bit; the bulge in his shorts left no doubt about that! Wickedly, I reached down for a circle by passing between his spread legs, making sure I "accidentally" brushed his erection. He moved to avoid the contact and fell over laughing. We moved back to the snacks and drinks (Will fixed us each a very stiff Kahlua and milk and got himself another beer). Blame it on the drinks or my husband's absence or my one randiness, but when Jo suggested we play cards, I suggested strip poker. For some reason, I really wanted to show my body to this young man even though no man other than my husband had ever seen me naked before. I don't know much about cards but I knew my hand was a poor one when I looked at it. My card choices were made on the deliberate attempt to lose the hand and I did. Jo won it with three sixes. Will pulled off his shirt and my breath caught. While he was no muscled hunk, his trim body was well defined and very fit. Feeling his eyes on me, I reached behind my back and untied the halter, pulling it off over my head. Will frankly appraised my chest and then whistled. "Those are beautiful!" My coral nipples were hard and erect as I sat before his gaze. Trembling a little, I shuffled the cards and dealt the next hand. Will won the hand with two pair, fives and kings. Jo pulled off her tube top, revealing her own smaller breasts. Although she'd had three kids, he breasts did not sag very much but inwardly I was very proud of my much larger and firmer boobs! I unzipped my shorts and slid them down my legs, revealing the white bikini undies I wore. Will shuffled this time, his eyes rarely leaving my body, and then dealt the hand. I won with a lousy pair of Queens, making both Jo and Will remove their shorts. Surprisingly, Will wore a pair of skimpy black Jockeys, almost like a speedo, and Jo wore a pair of plain cotton briefs. Jo shuffled for what would soon be a very revealing hand. All too soon, the hand ended with Will the winner. Both Jo and I slowly pulled off our last garments, adding them to the pile. Will asked us each to stand and make a slow 360 degree turn so he could enjoy his victory. Blushing, I did as he asked, secretly enjoying the exposure. I had trimmed my pubic hair that morning in the shower so I knew he could see my lower lips clearly. Could he see how aroused I was? I watched as he observed his wife's slow turn as well. Her body was in good shape for a mother of three; her wild pubic thatch was a testament to her natural blonde status. "Fair is fair!" Will announced as he slid his briefs off, revealing his lean torso completely along with his generous equipment. Even flaccid, he was larger than my husband. Will walked across the room and fixed us each another drink. I watched his tight ass as he walked over and felt my whole body throb with desire. I turned to Jo. "Last night you said something that confused me. You mentioned wild parties and sex games. What did you mean?" "Well, sometimes we get other couples together much like tonight. We have several adult party games than tend to get a bit wild, like Pass Out and Xaveria Hollander's Happy Hooker game. " She chuckled a moment. "We found the original questions in Pass Out a bit of a bore, so we substituted "Truth or Dare" questions instead. Let me tell you, that can get very crazy very fast!" Will rejoined us and then added, "We found that some people have trouble asking questions or thinking up dares so we created a deck of Truth questions and Dare Cards, then added a spinner divided into spaces marked with Truth or Dare. The Dare cards all involve specific 'partners' such as the person to your left or right so that limits any possible jealousy sneaking into the game. Seating is usually boy-girl-boy-girl so that also stops anything from getting too strange for most people." Puzzled, I asked what he meant. "Well," he explained, "suppose the card told you to kiss the person to your right and that person was the same gender... some folks would have a problem with that." "With just a kiss? I mean, Jo kissed me hello and that was no big deal." Jo snickered, "Most of the cards are a bit more involved than just a simple peck on the lips." "Hmmm, why don't we just play a bit so I see what you mean?" I suggested, thinking how much fun it might be to get a bit involved with Will. "If you're sure. We have some ground rules, though. Number one is that what happens during the game stays here. No confessions later since it could ruin people's career. Number two is that, when using a Truth question, you must answer the honest truth, no matter how embarrassing or uncomfortable it makes you. And number three is that you must perform all dares to the utmost of your ability, no matter what. And finally, this is just a game and there should be no reprisals or repercussions afterward. Agreed?" I took a sip of my drink and nodded my head. While I watched the interplay of his muscles, Will took down a box from an upper shelf and walked back over to the group. We all sat around on the floor now, the two decks of cards flanking the spinner. I reached out and flicked the spinner into motion and it landed on a blue T. I picked up the top card and read "How old were you when you lost your virginity?" "I was 19 and it was my wedding night." "Good for you!" Jo said, as she reached for the spinner. It stopped on a red D and she picked up a Dare card. "Kiss the person on your right for two minutes." She leaned over and gave Will an enthusiastic kiss. Will spun and landed on a T. "In terms of oral sex, do you a) dislike it, b) like giving it, c) like receiving it, or d) like both giving and receiving it." Will laughed. "Like isn't a strong enough word. I love both giving and receiving." I spun and landed on a T. "When was the last time you masturbated?" I blushed. "Oh, my, these do get personal!" After a moment's hesitation, I admitted, "Last night after I got into bed." Jo also got a T on her next spin and her card asked her favorite sexual position. She thought a moment and said she preferred to be on top. Will drew a dare this time and it dared him to French kiss the navel of the person on his left - me - for two minutes. He leaned over and began to slowly and very sensually lick and caress my belly button. It shot sparks all through me. He was mere inches from my groin and I desperately wanted that tongue somewhere else! He stopped and I was shaking as I reached for the spinner. Dare. "For two minutes, kiss the person on your left while you each caress one another's chest." Oh, dear. While I have never been with anyone other than my husband, I had at least fantasized about another man, but never another woman. Jo looked as hesitant as I felt. Remembering what he'd said about the normal seating, this had probably never come up before. Then I remembered the rules and that you had to at least try. I scooted over next to Jo and very hesitantly put my arm around her and drew her closer. I closed my eyes and started to kiss her. Very slowly, I reached up to touch her breast. As I gently traced her nipple, I felt her hand touch my own, which were still erect from Will's assault on my navel. It felt good. Her lips were soft and so were her breasts, but as the kiss and the caresses went on, I could feel myself becoming aroused. The pressure of her lips against mine increased and so did the teasing of my nipple. Her tongue slipped into my mouth just as Will called time. Wow, was all I could think as we moved back apart. I took a heavy drink of my Kahlua as she reached the spinner. Truth. "On a scale of one to ten, how much did you enjoy the last Dare in which you participated?" Jo turned bright red all the way down to the tops of her breasts as she quietly said "9". Seems it had the same effect on her. Will drew another D. "Without using your hands and without contacting any of the principle erogenous zones, arouse the person on your right." Will turned to Jo and began kissing his way up the inside of her thigh. Upon nearing the juncture, he lifted her leg and then when across under the buttock to her hip and the up along her side. She was squirming as I called time. There was no doubt she was aroused nor was there any doubt in my mind that I was also very turned on by watching them. I drew a T. "Does the idea of anal sex turn you off or turn you on?" I thought about it. My husband was very conventional in his lovemaking, and we had never tried anything the slightest bit outrageous. He would caress my butt, but that was all. "I've never tried it, so I don't know how I would feel about it. Provided it didn't hurt, who knows?" Jo drew another Dare. "Kiss and caress the chest of the person to your right for three minutes." Jo leaned over and began to lick and caress my breasts as my eyes fastened on Will's face. He was rapt in his attention to her activities; his cock was thickening as he grew more aroused. I decided to be a bit wicked and shift my legs, parting them enough that he could see my pussy. His eyes widened. Her mouth felt so good on my nipples, her teeth nipping as she sucked. I was actually getting close to an orgasm when Will said time. Jo chuckled as she commented, "Looks like someone enjoyed the show" and then laughed at Will's evident embarrassment. Will spun a landed on T. "What is your favorite precursor for sex?" "Giving a full body massage." I immediately imagined his strong hands on my body and shivered. My spin came up Dare. "For three minutes, sit astride the lap of the person on your right while you kiss passionately." I straddled Will's legs and we began to kiss. He was as good a kisser as I had ever experienced. His strong hands were on my back and I tangled my hands in his sandy hair. What I did not expect was his rising cock to start pressing against my labia as if seeking entrance. Just a Jo announced time, I was about ready to grant admittance. Jo landed on another D. "For four minutes, passionately kiss the person on your left while exploring each other's genitals with your hands." I was so hot at this point I no longer cared she was another woman. He lips touched mine and her hand very slowly began to trace my lower lips. I plunged my fingers into hers, seeking her clit. As soon as I made contact, she also rushed to mine. We mutually masturbated one another as we kissed and moaned in our rising passion. Once again, Will called time as I neared my peak. For a moment, we were both ignoring him but then he called time louder and we parted. Will was obviously very aroused. His erection must have been at least ten inches long and perhaps two inches wide. I had never seen such a big one in my life (an easy statement since the only one I had ever seen before was my husband's and he's no where near as endowed.) He drew a Dare. "Using lotions, massage the back, buns, and legs of the person on your left." He had me lie on my stomach and then spread warm lotion across my back and buns. Seating himself across my thighs, he began to massage the lotion into my shoulders and upper back. With each stroke, his large cock would slide upwards between the cheeks of my ass. God, it felt good! As he worked his way down my back, his cock would travel lower and at one point actually brushed my anus. It was like a giant spark shot through my whole body. Involuntarily I pushed back to press against the head of his cock and could actually feel the anal ring relaxing as the pressure of his glans opened me. But his next stroke of his hands moved him farther away. Now his hands were spreading more lotion on my buns themselves. His hands would slip between my cheeks as they massaged my ass and I would thrill as his fingers would brush my very sensitive anus. He shift around and began to massage my feet, kneeling between my knees and bending one leg up to work. He massaged each toe and then the arch of my foot and then down the calf and behind my knee. Working his way slowly up the thigh, including the inner thigh occasionally brushing the lips of my pussy. All to soon, he was finished. The Weekend Can you understand my position at this point? I was completely on fire. Between the copious amounts of alcohol and the sexual tension of the last two hours, I was so blasted horny! So when I drew the Dare that told me to perform oral sex on Jo, I didn't even hesitate. I burrowed my face between her thighs and began licking her snatch like I was born to it. As I sucked her clit and pushed three fingers up inside her, her hands clenched in my hair and she rode my like a bucking bronco. I was not prepared for what happened next. Will buried his face into my pussy and began to lick me from clit to anus. His tongue across my ass sent a thrill through me I had never experienced. He filled my pussy with his strong fingers, stretching me, as he sucked and nibbled on my clit. All the while he was doing that to me, I was eating his wife. When he stopped, I started to suck her clit even harder and to push my fingers even deeper inside her. Then he entered me with that big cock. I had never imagined I could be so full as when he buried himself deep inside me. I had stopped licking Jo and she pulled my head back into her crotch as she told Will to fuck me. As he pounded away inside me and I resumed dining on Jo's sweet pussy, I felt his strong hands on my ass, his finger pressing against my anus. Slowly, steadily, he pressed in the center of that puckered ring until it opened to admit the finger. Suddenly filled beyond any previous experience, I came. It was shattering; beyond any orgasm I had ever known. Waves and waves of pleasure marched through me as my inside clenched and released around his massive tool. Jo shifted from under me and began to suck on my nipples and play with my breasts as he pushed even deeper inside me, then withdrawing until only the tip remained and then filling me again. Yet another orgasm rocked me and then a third. Still he pounded away until finally, drawing me back against him and burying himself completely, I felt the throb of his release and the hot semen spurting inside me. That pushed me into a final orgasm which bereft me of consciousness. I awoke to the sensation of a warm washcloth wiping away the traces of our passions. It was Jo, very carefully cleaning me. She saw I was awake and then kissed me. "You know, I never made out with a girl before." She looked around to see if Will could hear, and then added "I liked it. Perhaps we could try this again sometime." When Will came back over with a glass of ice water, he apologized for losing control during that last dare. I told him that there was no reason to apologize since I would have been forced to jump him if he hadn't done something soon. Yes, Jo and I did get together again, both with Will and without him. I never told my husband about those experiences nor how, for a brief period of time, I had the greatest sexual experiences of my life. Once my husband retuned, I went back to being the perfect officer's wife and didn't see my lovers again outside of normal events. So what changed my life that weekend? It wasn't the liberating experience or the lesbian experience or even the fantastic sex. It was the baby I had nine months later that looks so little like my husband but a great deal like Will. The Weekend Synopsis: A young attorney stumbles across his boss' daughter and some friends playing S&M games in the woods. He is caught watching them and blackmailed into submitting to their torments. He soon finds he can't resist the games played by the lovely Maggie Whistler. Prologue The weekend that would change my life began with an innocent Saturday morning jog through the woods on my boss's estate. It was June, last year. I had just graduated from law school and was clerking at the most prestigious law firm in Atlanta while I waited to take the Bar exam in August. Life was wonderful! Upon passing the Bar, I would become an associate in the firm, the track to full partnership almost assured. My boss, the senior partner in the firm, George Whistler, lived on an estate in the extreme northern suburbs of Atlanta. It was a large estate, with heavy woods occupying most of its western half. George knew I had run cross-country in my undergraduate days so he had generously offered me the use of the many trails through his forest, anytime I wanted a good run. This particular Saturday, in early July, I had decided to take him up on his offer. He was in New York for a few days, but he had said "anytime", so I drove the five miles from my bachelor apartment to his estate, parked at the edge of the forest, and began my run. The day was warm so I wore only brief nylon running shorts and cross-training shoes. I decided to pick a trail which led into the center of the forest, then I would turn around when I reached the fence at the northern border of his land. I estimated it would be about a six mile run and that was about all I figured I could handle, not having run for a couple of months. Five minutes after I had started to run, I was jogging at a comfortable pace. I had worked up a light sweat and was really getting into the run and the day. The forest was a fairly thick mixture of Georgia Pines and various other trees, with paths dappled with sunlight and covered with soft pine needles. When I heard the yells, I first thought I was imagining things. I heard what sounded like sharp cries coming from off to my right. I slowed, prepared to run on when satisfied that it was only forest noise, when I heard it again, clearly now. "Owwww! Don't, please! Owwww! Stop!" It was definitely a female voice and, whoever she was, she was definitely in trouble. I moved silently toward the voice, not wanting to announce my presence until I could see what was going on. I was off the trail now, working my way through some fairly heavy undergrowth. The voice came again, and this time I heard another. "This is just the beginning, sweetie. Wait 'til you see what we've got planned for you next!" This voice, too, was female, but she was clearly enjoying whatever was happening. I dropped to a crouch as I drew closer. Finally I was able to peek through some bushes to see the source of the voices. I couldn't believe my eyes! There was an amazing scene before me. It was a good-sized clearing, next to a stream that meandered through the forest. It was, or had been, some kind of camping/picnic area, because there were a couple of large, solid-looking picnic tables near the stream, and there was a stone fire ring that contained a small fire. What amazed me, though, were the occupants of the clearing. There were three young women, about my age, in view. One of them, obviously the source of the cries for mercy, was hanging by her wrists from a tree limb and was being beaten by the other two! She had been tied so that her outstretched toes barely reached the ground, stretching her body for the whips that were being used by her attackers. She, and the girls whipping her, were very attractive, with firm, well-proportioned bodies. This was easy to determine because the victim was completely naked, and her whippers were dressed only in what appeared to be the bottom halves of the briefest thong bikinis I had ever seen. I was only about forty feet away, so I had an excellent view of the proceedings. The two aggressors, one blonde and one redhead, were using what appeared to be heavy five-tailed whips, with foot-and-a-half long lashes. They were taking turns lashing the buttocks of their victim, who was also light haired, and they were clearly enjoying their efforts. The strength of their blows, combined with the fact that the buttocks of their victim showed no cuts, only a lot of redness, led me to conclude the whips' tails must be made of some kind of rubber. I was sure that leather whips of such a size would have cut the girl to ribbons, and quickly at that. In retrospect, I guess the reason I decided not to interfere was the fact that the two aggressors were dressed in exactly the same costume, of exactly the same color, a soft orange. I also discerned some giggles among the cries for mercy and the responding threats, which made me decide to be cautious, for the moment, at least. I had experimented with S&M in a couple of my relationships with girls in college, so I wasn't too surprised to discover that watching this little scene was turning me on! The victim, balanced so precariously on her toes, with her arms stretched tightly on high, was exquisitely lovely. Each time a blow landed on her tight buttocks, her body jerked sharply, causing her firm breasts to bounce delightfully. Watching, my erection began to push against the confines of my running shorts. On my knees, peering through the brush, I pushed my shorts down to my thighs and began to stroke my cock gently. Gently rapidly became urgently, as my excitement grew. I couldn't help myself! I pumped away on my cock, trying not to betray my presence by making any noise. I soon felt my juices begin to rise in my groin and gave myself over to my orgasm, ejaculating in large spurts onto the forest floor. As I slowly milked the last drops of semen from my cock, I was startled to hear a voice behind me! "Not bad. Wanna see it again?" I jumped to my feet, prepared to run. I was stopped in my tracks, however, by the owner of the voice. It was my boss's daughter, Margaret ("Call me Maggie") Whistler. She was wearing only the same pale orange thong worn by the aggressors in the clearing, but that was incidental to the two items she was carrying. In her right hand, she held an 8mm camcorder, held up to her eye and pointed straight at me. In her left hand, she held what appeared to be a .38 caliber revolver. It, too, was pointed straight at me! I froze uncertain how to react. I knew her only to say "hello" to. She was a couple of years older than I was, about twenty six, and she was drop-dead gorgeous! She was a petite brunette with the kind of athletic body that I found easy to fantasize about. Seeing her in the thong bikini confirmed my fantasies. She had fairly small, but very firm breasts, a slim waist, and great legs! She defined the word "stunner" to me, but her age and the fact she was my boss's daughter had kept me from even trying to get to know her. Standing in front of her with my shorts down around my legs and my cock still dripping semen made me feel very foolish, indeed. "Put your hands together on top of your head. I know how to use this gun and I will, if I have to." I did as she directed, lacing my fingers together and resting my hands on top of my head. At this point, I decided, my law career was certainly over but, if I was careful, she might not shoot me. "Can I pull my shorts up, at least?" I asked her. "I think not, just yet. You should be ashamed of yourself! Just what are you doing here, anyway?" "Your father told me I could use the trails in this forest for a run anytime I wished. I never dreamed..." "You looked as if you were dreaming pretty well with that dick of yours in your hand. I've got a great video of you in action. Maybe you'd like a copy?" She had lowered the battery-operated camera and was no longer filming, but I was sure the damage was already done. The .38 still pointed unwaveringly at my navel. Suddenly, she raised her voice. "Sally," she shouted, "you and the other girls get up here. I got a little surprise for you." "Give me a break," I pleaded. "Let me pull up my shorts, at least." "Uh uh. You obviously enjoyed looking at my friends. I think it's only fair they get a good look at you, in return. Of course, they can always catch the video." She chuckled and indicated the camcorder in her right hand. My hopes sank. I was in very deep trouble, and I knew it! It was only a few minutes before the other three girls arrived. Maggie and I had passed that time in silence. The fact she hadn't shot me, or talked about the police, was a little encouraging. My heart was still beating a mile-a-minute, however. The redhead was the first to arrive. She was followed quickly by the two blondes. The blonde who had been the victim had put on an orange thong of her own and was the first to speak. "Who is this? What's he doing here?" "Just take it easy, Sally. This is Bill Parker. He works for my father. He really enjoyed watching you being initiated. I've got the proof right here." Again, she indicated the camcorder. "He heard you, I guess, and snuck down to where he could see. He liked it so much he jacked off, right here, on candid camera. I just happened to be coming back with the camera and discovered him. Once more she waved the camcorder. The blonde who had been doing the whipping walked closer to me. She slowly looked me up-and-down, turned to the others and said; "he's got a nice dick, huh? Nice body, too. He's also kinda cute In spite of my fear, watching these four lovely women walk around in what amounted to g-strings was causing my penis to stir a little. I tried desperately to think of soft summer rains, the surf breaking on the shore...anything but the firm, nubile bodies on display in front of me. "I think he likes us, too," said the redhead, with a smirk. What are we gonna do with him?" "I've been thinking about that," said Maggie. "How would you girls like to have some fun?" They chorused their approval, at once. "OK," Maggie said. "Go on back to the camp. I'm going to explain the facts of life to him before I let him go. I'll fill you in shortly. Here, Sally, take the camcorder with you." She gave the camera to the blonde and they left, leaving me alone with Maggie. "Can I put down my hands and pull up my shorts?" I asked. "You've still got the gun." "Go ahead." I couldn't believe how comforting it was to pull my shorts back up over my genitals. "What happens now?" I asked. "What happens now is you've got a choice to make." She was still aiming the pistol steadily at my belly. "What do you mean?" "I mean you can choose between my making sure that the tape I just shot of you jacking off in the woods finds its way 'accidentally' into my father's hands or, you can accept our punishment for your bad behavior and I'll return the tape to you." George Whistler finding a tape of me jacking off in his forest was unthinkable! My bright career would be so far into the toilet; I'd probably never recover. He could easily put the word out on me to all the major law firms. I had no choice, and she knew it. "What kind of punishment are you talking about?" "First, let me explain what's going on here. You have stumbled upon an initiation ceremony for a very exclusive girls' club. The attractive blonde you saw being whipped is our newest member. Our club has no name and there are only the four of us. The club exists to allow us to explore our common interest in pain and pleasure. We are all basically sadists, but our new members, as you saw, must show they can take it before they can have the chance to dish it out. We normally play and experiment with each other. I'm the only member who has any experience playing with men. We use this campsite for our initiations and other games because it's private property. I never dreamed my father would invite you to run here. Too bad for you, but wonderful for us!" "What do you mean?" I asked, knowing only too well. "I mean that you are going to let us play with you, if you don't want that tape to fall into my father's hands." "Define 'play'." I was beginning to gain a little confidence. She surely wouldn't want her father to know about her kinky little club. "Specifically, I mean that you will surrender yourself to us, here, tomorrow at noon. You will agree to accept any punishment we decide to implement, for a period of five hours. At 5 PM, sharp, if you have taken all we can dish out, you'll be released and given the only copy of the tape I just shot of you." Her green eyes flashed as she laid out the terms. "I can't agree to that," I said. "In five hours, you could do me some pretty serious damage." "We won't do anything to you that will do any damage or leave any permanent marks. That's always the way we play, and we're pretty good at it. Also, at any time during the five hours, you can tell us you've had enough and we'll stop right away. If you do stop us, however, the tape gets to my father just as soon as I can make it happen." "No damage? You're certain?" I couldn't believe I was calmly discussing this with her but I was beginning to believe I could save my future, after all. "Trust me." She giggled. "If we do accidentally damage you, I promise you'll get the tape and my father will never know anything." "How about the other girls? How do I know they won't spread this around?" "You don't, for sure. I guess that's the chance you'll have to take if you want to succeed in my father's firm. They aren't likely to talk about it, though. Being in this club is a very nice thing and I don't think they would jeopardize that." "Looks like I don't have very much choice." "I was hoping you'd see it that way. It won't be easy, though. This will be the longest five hours of your young life!" "I'm not THAT young!" "That's true. To tell the truth, I've wondered why you haven't tried to at least get to know me. I've seen you around the office and you haven't given me a second glance. Don't you find me attractive?" "You're the boss's daughter, and you're at least two years older than I am. I didn't think you'd give me a second glance." "Well, you never know until you try. Anyhow, are you going to go along with this?" "I've got to try, don't I?" To myself, I thought that a little whipping with rubber whips by four gorgeous women was a small price to pay for keeping my career on track. How little I knew! "I was pretty sure you'd see it that way. OK, be here tomorrow at noon, ready to suffer!" "What kind of clothes should I wear?" "Wear anything you like for the trip. At high noon, tomorrow, however, I want you standing in the center of this little clearing, without a stitch of clothing. Is that perfectly clear?" My heart sank a bit. "Why do I have to be naked in front of you girls?" "Being naked in front of us is part of your punishment and torture victims are always naked! Besides, I've got some suspicions about you. I think you may just enjoy some of what goes on tomorrow." "You've got to be kidding. I'm scared to death. It's only the chance of saving my future that's causing me to go along with this." "We'll see. The nice thing about a naked man is that it's impossible for him to conceal his excitement. I think you're in for a very interesting afternoon." "Are you sure we can't just forget the whole thing?" I asked. "Not a chance! If you're not standing at attention, bare-assed, in the center of this clearing tomorrow at noon, my father will somehow 'find' that videotape. You can imagine how it would go from there. Now, get out of here. We've got to plan your little festivities for tomorrow." I left, jogging slowly back to my car. I was still in a sort of shock. I couldn't believe that I had just agreed, very calmly, to present myself naked, at high noon, for four young women to torture. I drove back to my apartment carefully, trying to think of some way out of this predicament. Maggie Whistler was a lovely and very sexy young woman, but the thought of surrendering myself to her and her friends, naked, for five hours, was pretty damn terrifying. My last thought, as I fell into a troubled sleep that night, was of her green eyes flashing as she proposed my fate to me. Part I The next morning I awoke earlier than usual. I still couldn't quite believe that I had promised to surrender myself, naked, at noon, in the woods of George Whistler's estate, to the tender (hopefully) mercies of four young women. I showered, then puttered around for as long as I could but, by 11:30, I realized I had best be on my way. I dressed in running shorts and shoes, just as I had the day before, and drove to the estate. It was about 11:45 when I parked, so I took my time getting to the clearing. Upon arrival, I looked around and saw no one. I removed my running shoes, then my nylon shorts, then moved through the undergrowth to the clearing. Once in the center, I stood at attention, as directed, feeling very naked and very foolish. It was only moments before I heard them. They came through the forest from the general direction of the campsite. When they came into view I was amazed to see that they wore only the soft orange thongs they had been wearing the day before. "Glad you could make it." Maggie was the first to speak. "I guess you are wondering why we are dressed as we are. Well, it's simply to add to your torment. One of the things that make you men so interesting is the fact that you can't conceal your excitement. There's simply no place to hide a hard-on, at least when you are naked. I know you find our bodies attractive and I also know that a stiff cock is a lot more susceptible to torment than a soft one. Of course, I assume you'll try to avoid becoming sexually excited. With us dressed like this, I imagine you'll have a pretty difficult time, though." "Do you just want to humiliate me?" "Ahhh, sweetheart. It goes much deeper than that. You'll see." She then reached down and gave my cock a couple of smooth strokes. When it noticeably stiffened, Maggie gave me an evil grin and I heard one of the other girls giggle. She gave me a nudge in the general direction and we started walking toward the campsite. Once there, I realized that this was almost surely going to be much worse than I had thought. The picnic tables were still there, but one had been covered with an old blanket. I could imagine myself stretched out on top of it, at their mercy. The ground as covered with soft pine needles, dappled by the sun through the overhead branches, giving the scene a cheerful appearance. The fact that I was soon to be a helpless victim, however, made me attach ominous overtones to everything I saw. One of the girls, the blonde victim of yesterday, came forward with some thick nylon rope, her pert breasts bobbing delightfully. She tied my wrists together in expert fashion, then tossed the end of the rope over a heavy tree branch that was about nine feet off the ground. One of the other girls took the end and drew me up to my fullest stretch, still allowing me to touch the ground with my feet, before tying the rope off on a tree branch, below. At this point I was strung up by my wrists, but able to stand comfortably. Not for long, however. They quickly drove heavy metal stakes into the ground at my feet, about four feet apart. Watching these lovely girls work, the thongs disappearing between firm, tanned buttocks, and their breasts gleaming with a soft sheen of perspiration, was causing my cock to behave as though I was actually looking forward to the coming events. Once the stakes were in place, my ankles were tied to them with more lengths of the thick rope; stretching my legs apart and leaving me almost suspended by my wrists, straight over my head. My ankles were pulled out to the point that I was just barely able to maintain contact with the ground with the tips of my toes. The Weekend The full moon sent beams of light down through the trees to light my way. Here high in the mountains at night the air gets real cool and is a refreshing after the heat of the city. My weekends are my only keep from going fucking nuts. However this weekend I have added a slight change to my routine. I asked my aging secretary to join me. I say aging because she is older than me by twenty years. Is she old in years I truly don't think so? I am thirty six while Trudy is fifty four or so. Women's years are not always the same as men's years. Trudy lost a friend a week ago and it seemed to me she was not getting over the shock of his death very well. I asked her to come along and told her she would have the entire weekend to relax. I told her I would be out on my boat fishing so she would have the run of the place all to her self. I assured her there was plenty of food, lots to drink if she was so inclined and I even had a Jacuzzi she could relax in. On the ride up she did not say much but I could tell she was already starting to relax. "Trudy it will be after dark when we arrive so if you want you can read, take a shower, eat or anything you want. As for me I like to take along walk down by the lake. It relaxes me and by the time I get back I am ready for a good night sleep." I said. "I think I will just take a shower and read myself to sleep." She answered me. "I did tell you the guest room is down stairs off the Great room next to the kitchen. If you feel like using the Jacuzzi it is right out side on the back porch. It is enclosed and always 100 degrees so feel free to use it. I some time use it after my walk. A good soak at 100 degrees will make you sleep like a baby." I told her. I popped the trunk and took Trudy's hand bag and over night bag. I needed nothing because my things were already here. So I carried her bags in for her. Trudy walked ahead of me. I had notice she was a big lady. But until she was two steps ahead of me and at eye level I never noticed that she had a rather shapely rear end. Her waist was small for a women her size. Her legs were also shapely just some what larger than some. Of course a lady of her weight also has a generous bust. Trudy mostly dresses in suits that hide her size but not the size of her breast. When she came to work for me six years ago she had just become a widow a year or so before that. She is a good worker and I have come to regard her as a friend. So there was no sexual thought on either side of our relationship. But here I was looking at her rear with indecent thoughts in my head. I wondered what she looked naked. Setting her bags on the bed I said "I'll see you later." and departed leaving her on her own. The air was getting cooler so I jogged slowly to keep the blood flowing. I was after ten when I got back. Trudy was not about so I shower and slipped into a pair of trunks and went down to the Jacuzzi. Being by my self most of the time I am naked when I use the hot tub. It is completely screen and around back out of sight. However tonight I had a guest so I put on trunks. I forgot there was a window just around the corner beyond the hot tub that opened into the guest room. I was about to open the screen door when I noticed a light shining around the corner. Spying on others is not in my nature especially a friend like Trudy. But for some reason I peeked around the window edge like a peeping tom. Trudy was just stepping from the shower. She bent forward to towel her hair which was much longer than I thought it was. Her hair was a mix of gray and sandy red. She was rubbing her head vigorously making her large hanging breasts swing and bounce like great white melons. Her belly was not hanging for women her size. She turned so her rear end was there before me in all its glory. Broad, with solid cheeks that showed powerful muscles round and solid above her legs slightly parted and muscled from years of holding her weight. She turned to check herself in the mirror and I saw she had a mass of dark curly hair that formed a wide vee up her belly and almost to both hips. When she lifted her arms to again rub her hair I saw a beautiful pair of round pointed breast with long nipples of a light rose color. I thought "Trudy you're a beautiful woman and sexy as hell." But my gaze was once again attracted to her almost flat belly and wide hips. I caught my self gripping my erection. My cotton trunks were soft and did nothing to hide my hard-on. I almost hoped Trudy would turn and see me but more over I wanted her to see she excited me. I moved shamefully back and hide my self in the Jacuzzi. I soaked and played with my dick trying to get Trudy out of my mind. I had to do that if I were ever to look her in the face again. I relaxed and finely felt comfortable enough to get out and towel my self off. I walked back in stopping in the kitchen for a cold beer to take up to my room. The house was dark except for that little light in the refrigerator. I still had a hard-on and it stuck out like a flag pole on the side of a building. I grabbed a beer and turned with the light out lining my cock when I hard a gasp. I turned surprised and there Trudy was standing in her night gown. I was stunned and did not know what to do. So I stood there like a dunce. I said "Trudy; ah, ah is there some thing I can get for you" She was also tongue tied and only made the sound of someone sucking air deep into their lungs. My eyes started to focus in the dim light. Trudy was looking at my hard-on. She said "Oh my, oh my. I, I" she stammered. I said "I thought you were asleep. I did not want you to see me like this. I am sorry. I, well I Oh, shit Trudy." And we both started to laugh. I laughed till I almost cried. But I never closed the door to turn off the light and I never lost my hard-on. It was Trudy that moved first she came closer and very calmly asked "Do you have another beer in there?" I handed her a beer after twisting off the cap. I opened my beer and closed the door plunging the room into darkness. "Want to sit and talk?" I asked. So we moved to the great room. I took a chair by the fireplace and Trudy took a seat by the bay window. I was sure she had no idea just how bright it was with the moon shining in that window. Her thin silky gown cling to her curves and the shadows gave me a sight to behold. God what a great body. What a great pair of tits and that broad ass was gorgeous. She could not see me or how my dick was throbbing. I actually grabbed my dick and held it I was so aroused I thought I might come. We sat there for the longest time with out words and then Trudy said "I want to thank you Paul for inviting me up for the weekend. I really did need to get away. " I said "Trudy you have become a friend and I saw you needed to get away. I want you to know I think the world of you and I don't want to loose you as a friend or from the company. I need you to much in both capacities." "I truly hope you do think of me as a friend." She said. I waited and she went on. "I know you invited me with out any ulterior motives. And I know I acted like a stupid old lady when I saw you were aroused. I guess I hoped in a way I was the cause of your emotional state. But I know better and it is none of my business why you're aroused. I guess young men just get that way. So Paul please forgive me for acting badly." "No, please don't think you're not an attractive lady because you are. I do see you as a highly desirable woman. I would never try to take advantage of you in any way. But, well; you see you are the cause of my arousal. Trudy I am not a peeping Tom kind of guy however when I went to use the hot tub I saw you naked coming out of the shower. I am sorry. I tried not to look but you see I do think you are a very sexy lady. As you I lost my lover some time ago and it has been hard for me to get over it. I come up here to get away and reflect on the good things and try to get my life back on track." I said. After my words faded into the darkness I though you ass. You said way too much. "Paul you can't think of me as a sexy female I am old enough to be your mother. Besides I am old and fat. A young man such as you needs a young pretty girl to be with." She said. But I thought there was a touch of something in her voice that may have been searching for a compliment or maybe she was trying to see if there was any truth in my words. I stood and moved to the window beach where I sat down next to her. I said "Trudy I would never ask any thing of you that I thought you were not willing to give or would I ever force you into any thing you did not want to do freely. But right now I am highly charged because I think I would love to make love to you. I do think you are sexy, desirable and our age difference is not important to me. I hope you will not let it keep you from showing your feeling for me." I put my arm around her shoulders and hugged her to me. She did not resist nor show any fear of me. I tilted her chin up and lowered my mouth over hers. That first kiss was soft no more than a brush of my lips over hers but it lit a fire that set us both aflame. I lowered a hand to capture a breast. My hand had no sooner touched her breast then I felt her hand caress my erection. Her hand was shaking and I was trembling as I kissed her harder. I let my tongue slip between her lips and she opened her mouth to receive it. I felt her nipple stiffen in my palm. My cock jerked showing her how excited I was. "God Paul, I never thought this as going to happen." I could have taken her words two ways. But either way I liked what was going to happen. I brought her to her feet and hand in hand we went up the steps to my bedroom. There I made love to her not once but three times before I rested. Trudy was quick to climax and did often. I am not a super stud but we did fit well together and she felt very good to me as I ended by jerking, thrashing and pumping my sperm deep inside her. We hugged in the dark and fell asleep till the dawn lighted the room with a dull reddish glow. I woke first and wondered if the light of day would chase away the lust of the night. Trudy found me I the kitchen putting on the coffee still dressed I my thin cotton shorts. She moved slowly letting the silky gown flow around her with shimmers of gold and silver. She came up to me stopped and said "Paul do you regret what we did last night?" "Not at all. You were all the woman I hoped you were and more. You gave more than you got I fear but I certainly do not regret making love to you." I said as I pulled her to me and kissed her. "Oh, Paul you make me feel like a school girl on her firs date. I want so much to make you happy." She turned away took a step turned back around and said "I want to see you naked. Drop your shorts. Let me see what gave me so much pleasure last night." I was looking at her too because the morning sun was behind her showing me her body as if she were naked. So I dropped my shorts and ask her to remove her gown. She laughed and said "You have already seen me naked I just wanted to make us even." I said "Trudy, let us both be naked and I want to see all your glorious beauty and I want to see your lovely breasts." And then shamelessly I added "I want to see your sweet broad behind. I think you got a fine butt." "Don't tease me. I know my rear is too big. But that kind of thing comes with age." She said almost blushing. "Trudy I fell in love with your ass the first time I saw it. I think you have a beautiful ass. In fact I would love to get some of it if you will let me.?" She blushed and asked "Are you asking me for anal sex. You want to put your beautiful cock in my behind? I have heard of such a thing but never had any one want to show me how it is done. It sound like, well shell we say naughty. But at the same time it sounds kind of erotic." "Trudy you are a true treasure a truly exciting and very sexy lady. See how you arouse me? In all our love making last night we never got around to enjoying oral sex either. Now that sounds like fun to me" I told her opening my arm for her large frame to come into. I dropped both hands to grab her by the hips and pull her close to my hard cock. "Would like me to suck your cock? I think I would like that." Here she waited for a few seconds before she said "Paul Darling if you wanted to talk a little dirty to me I think I might enjoy that." I laughed and said "Well aren't you full of surprises this morning." The idea of talking sexy to Trudy had never crossed my mind but now that she brought it up I found the idea very erotic. Trudy blushed again and then laughed with me. Trudy dropped to a squatting position holding my cock in both hands and looked up at me and smiled before her closed her mouth around the head. Something caught my eye so I turned to look out the front windows at open out on to the porch. Standing there was my very good friend Ranger Tom Skills. He was beaming from ear to ear. I waved him off and he quickly moved out of sight. I would get back with Tom later but now I had a sexy lady sucking my cock and I had to say something to encourage her to finish the job. "Now every time I look at you in the office I will see you with my fucking cock in your gorgeous mouth. Yes Baby suck my cock Oh yes you're good Baby." I said in a strained voice. Then I let go with a load. Trudy licked and swallowed it as fast I could pump it out. Trudy looked up at me opened her mouth and let my limp cock slid from her perfect mouth. "Well it will not get up again for a few minutes you really are a wonderful cocksucker Trudy. So your sweet ass is safe till then." I said laughing. Trudy stepped around me and went to the rear so she could see the lake. "It is beautiful here Paul. You have the perfect place to relax and recoup from a hard week at work. Paul there is a Forest Ranger standing down my boat house. He seems to be waiting for something. Do you know him?" She ask standing tall by the window in al her naked glory. I wondered if she realized he could easily see her with sun shining this way. "Yes I know him his name is Tom Skills we are good friends. You know if he looks up here he will see you plain as day." I told her as I came up behind her kissing her on the neck. "I really don't care if he sees me or not. You have made me feel so good I am proud to be here with you. Oh, my kissing my neck will get you any thing you want." She purred like a satisfied Pussy. "Well if your game let us both step out on the porch and wave at him. Let him see what kind of lady I have up here and let him know we are lovers." I suggested to her. But what I was thinking I was not sure. But jiggling around in the back of my head was a memory of Tom and I doing a double on a girl way back in College. I thought Trudy could take on two guys easily she sucks, fucks and is wiling to try anal sex. So why not let her enjoy two at the same time. Trudy is a big girl and she is older she may fine the thrill of two to her delight. So I said very softly as if there were other listing. "Trudy My Sweet what do you think about us inviting Tom up for a little fun later after he gets off duty?" "Paul you're bad. My you're so very bad you want me to let your friend fuck me with you while you watch?" She asked back not turning around but proudly standing in the lighted window. "Well not so much watch you as join in on the fun. You know one in front and one in back. Just think you could have a cock in your mouth and another in your pussy at the same time. Now don't that sound erotic and exciting?" I whispered in her ear. Trudy shivered and wiggled her ass back into my swelling cock. I waited for her response. She wiggled and took a coupe of deep breaths. Her lips moved but only giggling little sounds made it past her lips. "I am sure Tom will find your broad ass as inciting as I do. You are so provocative and sexy I want to show you off. You are so fucking sexy I just can not get enough of you. I'll talk to Tom later but now me want suck your clitoris and lick your cunt to a climax. I want to thank you for the great fucking blow job. My Trudy, my delightful fuck, my Trudy my wonderful cocksucker. Trudy, Trudy, Trudy I need you so fucking bad." She started to cry as I turned her around into my arms. Her hands were on my cock as we kissed. I squeezed her tits twisting the nipples till she winced in pain. Trudy gasped and bit my lip. I twisted her nipples till she cried out in pain. But she did not say for me to stop. I stepped back and said "You fucking bitch. I will spank your fucking ass till it turns red if pain is what you want. I'll rip your fucking ass hole wide open Bitch." I growled in a deep voice. "Please don't hurt me you rotten little son of a bitch." She said as she gripped my cock tighter. "Make it hard Bitch make it hard enough for me to jam it up your fat old ass." I yelled at her. Trudy's eyes were glazed over and I was sure she did not see me. She screamed at me "Bastard; you're not man enough to fuck my ass. I'll rip your fucking cock out by the God damn root if you fuck with me." I slapped her across the tits smacking the nipples hard. Trudy brought up both hands and pounded me on the chest. It surprised me and knocked the breath out of me. I grabbed her arms and jerked her to the floor. Rolling her on to her belly I smashed my flat hand to her plump firm ass. She cried out as I smacked her again. Then she stopped wiggling. I stopped beating her ass. Rolling her over on her back I dove between her legs forcing my mouth tight to her throbbing pussy. My tongue ran wildly across her clitoris. I shot a finger up her ass as I bit down on her soft mound. Trudy cried out as she jerked her ass up off the floor. A warm sweet river of nectar washed my face. I licked sucked and drank as if I were dieing of thrust. Trudy screamed and passed out cold. I am a big strong man but there was no way I was about to move Trudy from the spot where she lay. So I got a blanket covered her put a pillow under head and laid down next to her. There was movement by the time I woke fully Trudy was gone. I heard the shower in the guest room. I went to my room shower and returned to the kitchen. Trudy was still in her room. I fixed a Hamburger-helper, salad and a green vegetable and went to Trudy's door. Knocking I said "Trudy I have fixed us something to eat. Please join me." I went back to the kitchen poured coffee and waited. It was a very long minute but the door opened and Trudy came out dressed in a sweat shirt and jogging shorts. We were almost sheepish and had few words. We ate in silence till I poured her second cup of coffee. "Paul, I never. " She stopped, blushed and then said "You know hit any one in my life. I am sorry." "No; no it is I that should be sorry. I am so sorry I smacked you. I never did anything like that before either. Will you for give me. I don't want anything to come between our friendship. I value you too much to loose you." We fell silent again for a long time. I picked up the dishes put them in the sink and reached for a beer. Holding the refrigerator door open she said "You got a second beer in there?" Then we started to laugh and laugh till I took her in my arms and kissed her. "Trudy you are remarkable you are about as perfect a person as I have ever known. I really do have a lot of respect for you." I told her. I handed her a beer and arm in arm we went out on the porch as watched the sun slip down behind the hills. Sitting close on the swing we sipped the beer. "Hello, Any one awake up there?" Came a voice from the trail down below. "Tom come on up and meet a dear and wonderful lady." I called back. Trudy whispered "Did you call him?" I whispered back "No." Tom stepped up on the porch. He paid no attention to me but went straight to Trudy held out his hand and said "Hi. Lovely lady I am Tom the local Ranger and friend to this jerk off." Trudy lifted her hand and Tom took it held it and bending down kissed it. The Weekend "Oh, my I do like your friend Paul a real gentleman." Trudy said then turned back to Tom and said "Hi I am Trudy I work for this jerk off. I am his secretary." "Well I always said Paul knew how to pick an American beauty from a thorn bush. The Thorn bush being that damn crazy company he owns. Now that is out of the way where is the beer?" Tom went in got a beer and returned to sit on the railing. It was dark but still we could see one another's faces. Trudy said "I can see why you guys are buddies. You both have the same line of bull you feel the women." "Yes something like that we have known one another since high school. The only difference I came here to the woods to get away from work and Paul became a successful business man." Tom said smiling like he wanted to say more but thought better of it. I only smiled and thought I would let these two get to know one another and see what happened. "I saw you earlier today Tom down by the boat house why didn't you come up then and say Hi?" Trudy was testing the water to see how much Tom saw and knew of what was going on. "Well Trudy I may as well confess I did see you in all our loveliness. In the area of women Paul and I often have the same tastes and I must say I can se why he desires you. I think you're absolutely gorgeous. When I saw you standing up here naked my tongue got so hard I could not speak for a couple of hours. So you see that is why I did not come up and say Hi." "My God did you guys get stamped out of the same mold?" Trudy was laughing. Then Tom reached out to her lifting her to her feet, taking her in his arms he kissed her. Trudy did not resist. No Trudy was already thinking ahead to a sexual threesome where she was going to be the prize for us both. Next: Trudy's first three way The Weekend This past weekend, I went away with a couple that I knew from the local sports bar I hang out at night. Since our home football team had a bye week, we thought we would go to the mountains to look at the fall colors that only the leaves can display. Little did I know the leaves would not be the only one to change colors. We arrived at Steve and Barb's cabin late in the evening. It was a small cabin with a kitchen, a family room, a single bathroom that connected the two rooms together, and a hot tub in the back. Though most of the cabin was ordinary, I was surprised to see that the bathroom was an item of luxury. It had a huge mirror with two sinks. In addition, a Jacuzzi tub was place next to a freestanding shower with clear glass. The faucet for each sink, the tub, and the shower, was covered in gold. There were also mirrors placed above the tub. I comment on it and Barb said that though she had been willing to allow Steve to make it a place for the people to hang out, she was unwilling to have a bathroom with only a toilet and a shower. She wanted to have at least one luxury when she was away from home. After taking a quick glance at the bright sky and finding the big dipper, I headed off to bed. I brushed my teeth and cleaned myself up. I knocked on the connecting door to let Steve and Barb know I was done. I closed my side of the bathroom door and crawled into bed. Just before I closed my eyes, I saw my bathroom door open. Then the lights in the bathroom came on. I saw that the door had been opened a crack and I could see that the water for the tub had been turned on. As the water poured into the tub, a group of bubbles began to build itself up into a giant ball of foam. After the foam build up to the top of the tub, I saw Barb turn off the water. She was wearing a white robe and her blonde hair was tied up. She had her back to me. She slowly took off her robe and revealed her long luscious back. I almost shudder as I saw the crack of her rear revealed by the fallen robe. She turned around and faced me. She did not seem to notice that I was staring with great lust at her breasts with the large pink erect nipples. My desire for Barb grew as I looked her labia and saw that it had been shaven. She looked like a goddess from ancient time, a face and a body that would launch a thousand ships. She lowered her body into the tub and began to wash herself. As she did this, Steve entered the room and went to the shower. He turned on the hot water and steam began to crawl out of the small shower stall. He took off his robe. He was like an Adonis. He was what every man wish to look like with his golden locks and broad shoulders. He had muscles that seem to flex with a slight movement of the arms. He walked with a man's walk. Steve walked into the stall and began to soap himself. I was suprised to find myself feeling so aroused by two sensuous people cleaning themselves. The arousal grew stronger as Barb slowly began to rise out of the tub and lean forward to the glass of the shower. She opened her mouth and began a mime in which she acted as if she were licking Steve's cock. She lean back and began to massage her breasts. She brought them up to her mouth and began to lick on her nipples. She then lowered her right hand and began to massage her soapy pussy. She leaned back to give her husband (as well as me) a clear view of aroused clitoris. As he watched his wife play with herself, Steve became erect. His hard member pressed itself against the glass. Steve reached down and began to stroke his hard cock. He moved his hand to match the rhythm of Barb. I watched as if I were viewing a mating ritual in the jungle. The two seemed to be in harmony with each other; both with their eyes focused on each other. Suddenly, Steve began to stiffen up and let out a burst of semen on the glass. This caused Barb to shudder with an orgasm of her own. After Barb got a control of her breathing, she lean forward on the glass and began to lick the smeared surface as if she were licking a lollipop made of sperm. Steve stood there and watched his wife; hypnotized by the forked tongue of his wife, lapping up the final drops of their mutual fantasies. He cleaned off the glass and finished his shower. He came out of the stall and pulled Barb out of the tub. Taking a towel, he dried her off, revealing each her smooth, clean, skin. After she had been dried, she in turn took a towel and wiped off the remaining drops of water off Steve's body. When she got to his penis area, she dropped the towel and began to lick it. She moved her tongue in circles before allowing his limp cock into her mouth. She slowly moved her mouth back and forth, causing Steve to slowly become erect again. After getting him aroused, Barb got up and moved away from my view. Steve followed. The lights went off and I could hear my bathroom door shut again. I lay awake on my bed and wondered if I had really seen what I saw or was it all a dream in my head. I felt my hardness under the sheet, but for fear of being heard, I left it alone. I finally drifted off to sleep. When I awoke the next day, I hear a knock on my door. Steve opened and told me that he was heading off to the store to get some supplies for the day's hike. He also suggested that I get up and showered so that when he got back, we could all eat breakfast and go. I told that I would be up in a second and that I would meet them in the kitchen in a little while. He nodded his head and left. I waited a few to let my erection drop to a more appropriate level before getting up to go to the bathroom. After urinating, I entered the shower stall and began to wash myself. I look near the glass and saw that Steve had not completely cleaned the glass. As the steam began to surround me, I thought back to what I had seen the night before. I felt my cock growing harder. I imagined that I was Steve and Barb was in front of me, doing her little ritual tease. I stroke myself faster and faster, as I imagined her revealing the lips of her pussy to me. I could see the clitoris standing erect as it was stroke by her soft silky hands. I then imagined Steve coming from behind her and entering her pussy, fucking her as she lean forward to kiss the glass, trying to break through to get my cock. My fantasy grew juicer and juicer as I imagined Steve pulling out of Barb and coming over her back with his hot sperm. I saw Barb enter the stall and begin sucking on my cock. I imagined that I looked down her. I was surprised to see that there were two people licking me, Barb and Steve. I moan in ecstasy as I pretended that both were taking care of my hard cock and giving me the best blowjob I ever had. After a few more jerks, I felt myself stiffing up and I began releasing my own juice, hitting the spot left by Steve. I opened my eyes and saw Barb standing at the door. She was fully clothed and had a smile on her face. She shut the door before I could say or do anything to cover up what I had done. With the heat of the moment gone and the glow of embarrassment upon my face, I finished cleaning myself off and rinse off the semen off the glass. I dried myself off and got dressed. I went into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Steve had returned and Barb had eggs and bacon on the table. I pretended nothing had happened in the shower, but I did noticed Barb and Steve glancing at each other with a knowing look. I felt like a kid who had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar as I sat at the table and ate my food in silence. When we were done eating, we left for our hike in the woods. Along the way, we saw several animals including two rabbits caught in the heat of the moment. Barb lean against Steve and made a sly comment that that particular position looked familiar to her. We all laughed. We continued our way up the mountain and reached the top. We ate our lunch and then headed back to the cabin. After a dinner of steaks and potatoes, Barb announced that she wanted to relax in the hot tub. I told her that I thought it was a great idea. As I headed to go into my room to get my suit, she told me that Steve and she had a rule that no one was allowed to wear a suit in the hot tub. With the last of her words, she took off her shirt and head off to the tub. Steve and I followed her, taking off our clothes as we moved. I found myself growing harder and harder as I began to lower myself in the tub. I looked and Steve. I was not the only one who was turned on by the moment. Within a few minutes of sitting the tub, Barb suddenly looked at me and smiled. She asked me what I had been thinking about when I was in the shower. My face grew red and I tried to stammer an excuse, but end up telling her what I saw. She laughed and asked, "You like that, eh?" Want to see more?" I nodded my head. She got up and sat at the edge of the tub. She told Steve to go sit next to me. She then spread her legs and began to rub her inner thigh. She glanced up and gave a sly smile as she pulled back the fold of her lips. She then took her index finger and inserted it into her pussy. She began to move it back and forth, her wetness glistening off her knuckles. She stopped for a moment and entered her middle and ring fingers. "Mmm, that feels so good." She continued her stroking; she worked up herself into frenzy and within seconds, she climaxed over her fingers. She pulled them out and began to lick them as she watched the expression on our faces. She then lowered herself into the tub. She then announced it was her turn to see a show. She ordered Steve and me to stand up. She told us to face her so that she could see both our shafts. She then told us to stroke our own cock, slowly at first. She wanted us to look at her eyes and mouth as we jerked our hard cocks. I rubbed the tip of my cock with my open palm, slowly so that I could feel the tingly of my skin rubbing with the tip. I kept my eyes on Barb's mouth and imagined that it was her tongue touching me. As the intensity in Barb's eyes grew, I formed an "o" with my hand and moved my cock through it. I moved my hands up and down, watching Barb's mouth open and her tongue coming out as if it was stretching to taste my cock. I began to stiffen up. I could hear Steve's moans growing louder and louder. Barb could sense we were both ready to cum. She ordered us to wait. She stood up and moved closer to us. She lowered her body back into the water and ordered us to aim for her breasts. I blew my load as quickly as I could and Steve followed suit. With three squirts from me and with four spurts from Steve, we covered her chests with our semen. Barb then ran her fingers over our jisms, covering her nipples with our white juice. She moved her breasts to her mouth and began to lick them. I thought I had died and went to heaven as she moaned how good we both tasted together. She continued to lick a few more taste and then wash her body clean. She got up out of the tub and told us to follow her. We did as we were told. She led us to the bedroom and jumped on the bed. She rolled over on her knees. She ordered us to the edge of the bed. We stood in front of her. She grabbed both our cocks and began stroking them with her hands. She then began to lick on my cock. Her tongue massaged the tip of my cock as she entered me into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth caused my cock to begin to slumber out of sleep. My cock grew with each touch of her tongue. She then removed her mouth from my cock and placed it on Steve's cock. She wrapped her right hand on my cock as she licked her husband's cock. She continued to go back and forth, allowing us both the opportunity to grow hard again. When she was satisfied that we were ready, Barb rolled on her back. She told us it was our turn to prep her. I moved to her left side and kissed her on the lips. I then moved my mouth to her neck and worked my way to her breasts. Steve moved between Barb's legs and began to rub her pussy with his fingers. Barb let out a gasp as I kissed her right nipple and rubbed her left breast with my hand. She continued to moan as Steve began to press his face in her pussy. He moved his hands underneath her waist and held her as he licked her pussy. I continued to work on her breasts. I could her breathing intensified as we both worked to pleased her. I felt her body tensed. She began to shudder as she released her orgasm. I thought I was going to climax from watching the glow that appeared on her face as she moaned with passion. As her breathing grew more controlled, Barb looked at me and told me she wanted me inside of her. I move my body on top of hers. I spread her legs with my knees and moved my cock up to her warm pussy. She grabbed my cock and guided me inside of her. Her wetness engulfed me and overwhelmed me with pleasure that I had to hold my position. I looked at her face. She mouthed the words, "Fuck me" I did what she commanded. I put my arms and locked them with hers. I began to move my body back and forth. I heard her crying out and the noise from her body grew louder and louder as she screamed, "Fuck me, yes, fuck me, faster, harder, fuck me with that hard cock of yours." I moved to her commands and within seconds, blew my loads inside of her. I moved a bit and pulled out my cock, letting the last of my semen drip on her pussy. I kissed her as I rolled off her. Steve replaced me where I had left off. I expected him to begin to fuck Barb, but he surprised me by moving his mouth to her pussy and licking off my semen. Barb groaned with pleasured. I watch in amazement as her husband moved in his tongue in her pussy, tasting the cocktail mixture that I had left behind. I felt Barb's hand move and touch my cock. She told me to move my cock to her mouth so she could taste me too. I enter my limp cock into her mouth and let her suck out the last of my semen. Steve then spread Barb's legs and entered his hard cock into her. She slowly lowered her teeth on my cock as she felt her husband enter her. He began to fuck her. I could feel her breathing getting shallow and her tongue resting on the tip of my cock. I knew she was ready for another orgasm. She came repeatedly as her husband move with great thrusts inside of her. Steve then let out a groan and pulled his cock out of his wife. He came over her stomach and let the semen dripped to the side. I was amazed how much he had let out. Steve then told me that it was my turn. I looked at him and nodded my head. I lowered my head to Barb's stomach and licked the semen off. It tasted bittersweet, but knowing that he had clean Barb of my juices, I knew I had to do the same. When I was done, Barb sat up and kissed me. She told me to lie down on my back. I did what I was told. She began to kiss me again and then kissed my neck. She then made her way down to my stomach and then finally reached my cock. She grabbed it and began to lick it as she massaged by balls with her hands. I looked down and moan in ecstasy as I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt a second tongue and opened my eyes. Steve was lying next to his wife and was licking my balls as his wife move her mouth up and down my cock. She grabbed my shaft and offered it to her husband. He ran his tongue over me. I never had a guy go down on me, but it felt as good as, what Barb had done for me. Barb got up and let her husband continue to blow me. She then moved herself over to my face; she kissed me and then lifted herself above my mouth. She lowered her body and offered her pussy to me. I began to lick it; eating the remains of the cocktails left by Steve and me. I grabbed her waist as I began to twitch from the tongue-lashing given by Steve. I moved her closer and closer, pressing my face as I felt her body growing tense. She was in heaven watching her husband suck me off as I ate her out. I felt her body tense and her juices began to run down the corners of my mouth as she moaned with pleasured. This caused me to explode into Steve's mouth. He swallowed what little I spurted out and drank it down his throat. I lay on my back; feeling the intensity of the mind-blowing experience, I just had. I never considered myself bisexual, but I did know at that moment I want to please Steve. I moved over to where he was laying. I rolled him on his back and moved myself between his legs. I spread his legs and moved my mouth to his cock. With the aroma of his wife's pussy still on it, I began to slowly lick it with my tongue. I felt him grow large and I slowly engulfed his hard cock into my mouth. I moved up and down. I looked up at Steve and saw that he was enjoying what I was doing for him. I looked at Barb, who had her legs spread and was massaging her pussy as she watched me blow her husband. After a few more suck and licks of Steve's cock, I felt him tense and he began to shoot his load into my mouth. I almost gagged as I felt the warmth of his semen hit my throat. Barb came over and helped me to finish the remaining juice of Steve's cock. She then kissed me. Steve came over and joined us. We collapsed from exhaustion and went to sleep. Little did I know as I slumber, I was in for more surprises ahead. The Weekend Having rented a cabin in the mountains for a night we drive up early on a beautiful clear crisp winter's day. The sun is shining off the snow and the mountains. We are bundled up as we arrive at the cabin and open the door. It is beautiful! The door opens into a small foyer to hang our coats and drop our snow-covered boots. From there another door opens into a huge open area. Living room and dining room are there with the kitchen in one corner behind a breakfast bar. In one corner with a leather couch and two chairs facing it is a huge open stone fireplace. On either side of the fireplace are large picture windows. The view out one side is into the forest with snow-covered trees and in the other direction a breathtaking view of the surrounding mountains and a small frozen lake. Above us is a loft overlooking the great room. When we take our things up to drop them it is complete with a large ensuite with oversized tub and a roomy glassed in shower stall. The bedroom area of the loft has a king sized bed with big soft feather pillows and an inviting feather duvet. To the back of the loft a door opens onto a large balcony. Stepping out onto the balcony we both are surprised. Surrounded by trees it is very private and in the corner is a large cedar hot tub steam rising! You look at me and your eyes sparkle, "Just think what we could do out here!" Giggling and laughing we head back into the bedroom and fall onto the bed. The duvet envelops us. I lie on top of you and rise up on my elbows peering into your eyes. Your cheeks still rosy from the cold outside. My lips find yours with a gentle kiss. "Think what we can do in here!" You smile naughtily and raise your lips to mine. Your hand slips into my hair at the back and our lips press together in a slow deep passionate kiss. Hips moving without thought. "OK." you exclaim breathlessly as our lips part and you roll on top of me. "Enough of this you need to light the fire to take the chill off and I need to put things away in the kitchen. If you're nice I'll make you a drink while I am at it." Sliding off me you hop onto the floor taking my hands and pulling me up. Kissing me gently and skipping away down the stairs you call back over your shoulder, "Lets go sexy we have things to do before we have THINGS to do!" I fall back onto the bed staring at the ceiling with a broad smile on my face. Thinking to myself about the THINGS we will do. Then off down the stairs to scare up some wood while you put some music on and busy yourself in the kitchen. It takes me a good hour to find the axe, chop the wood and light the fire. By the time I'm finished you have made us lunch and fixed us both a drink. We sit on the couch and eat. The talk easy and free. Our legs touching and the odd gentle kiss. Clearing the mess from our meal we bundle up and head out for a stroll to explore. Walking through the snow in the cold air is refreshing after the long car ride and a meal. Relaxed we throw snow at each other and make snow angels out on the frozen lake. Chasing each other through the snow until one catches the other and we tumble in the soft cold white snow banks on the shore of the lake. Breathless we lay in the snow you on top of me. "Now that you have caught me what are you going to do with me?" Your answer is with your lips onto mine. Mmmmm. Our lips heating each other's and our cool tongues meeting. Within minutes our parkas are open and our shirts pushed up. The combination of the warm skin of our chests touching and the cold air and snow around us is incredible. Sitting up on my hips your parka open and your shirt pushed up. Hard nipples capping your breasts either from the cold or from our activities. "We should probably move this inside before things start to freeze off!" you laugh as your hands slide up to cup your breasts and cover your nipples. "I have a mouth that would love to warm those for you." Rising up I cover one with my mouth pulling you hard against me. "Mmmm just the way I like them." Your head leans back and a small moan escapes your throat. Your hands on my shoulders you push me away then pull your shirt down. "That was the appetizer. Now lets get back to the cabin its getting a bit dark and the clouds have moved in. Looks like snow." Bouncing away doing your parka up as you run you head up the trail. I get up and brush myself off and follow. You are already in the door when I get to the steps. Smiling to myself I mount the steps thinking of what is to come. Inside I go to the fireplace and throw a couple more logs on. The flames hot against my cold face. You're nowhere in sight. I sit on one of the leather chairs and with the combination of the drive, chopping wood, our walk and the heat I fall fast asleep. I awake groggily to you kneeling between my legs. My pants gone and your hands and mouth coaxing me to hardness. Growing in your mouth I close my eyes and my hips start to move with your encouragement. Slipping my hands into your hair as your mouth slides so sensually over my swelling shaft. Small gasps coming from my lips. Wet sucking sounds coming from yours. Taking your mouth from my now swollen erection you look up into my eyes. "I have always wanted to wake you this way baby." With that you return your lips to the head of my cock and slide me effortlessly between your lips. The sensation is incredible. My eyes closed and head back I give into your expert touch. Hips pushing up to meet your mouth. I can hardly stand it. As you feel my cock full and ready to explode you take me from your mouth with a final flick of your tongue to get a drop of cum on the tip. "Come with me darling I think we could use a shower before we finish this." I follow you up the stairs with just my shirt on and you wearing an undershirt and white panties. My hands roaming over your bum and up onto your hips. Into the bathroom stripping our few clothes as we go we climb into the shower. Slippery soapy hands gliding over each other's bodies. No talk only the sounds of the shower and our lips meeting. I turn you around so that I can wash your back. My hands reaching around to soap your breasts and fondle your nipples. I kiss the back of your neck under your wet hair as you push back into me. Then my hands move down your sides to your hips and over your bum as you head turns for me to kiss your cheeks and lips. Starting at the top of your bum my soapy hand parts your cheeks with one finger. Pushing it deeper between them I massage between your cheeks. Your hips moving your bum back to meet my touch. My fingers working between the soft slippery globes of your ass while my tongue enters your mouth. Our kiss deepens as you suck my tongue farther into your mouth. My hand slides lower and spreads your legs so a finger can glide between your now swollen wet lips. Teasing but not touching the hard bud at the top of your slit. Lathering soap in your hands while I start to press on your clit and reaching around behind yourself to take my cock in your hands. Gentle pressure as your hand passes from the base to the tip. I remove my hand from between your legs and turn you to face me. "Kiss me lover. I want your tongue deep in my mouth and my hard cock pressed against your soapy tummy." Arms embracing each other. Hips pressing hard together. Your ridged nipples burning my chest. Our kisses uncontrolled. Hard deep and wet. My hands find your bum and pull you firmly against me so you can feel the length of me against your soft skin. Then push you slightly back so that one hand can slip down and spread the lips of your pussy and one reaches behind you spreading the cheeks of your ass. Kissing you deeply I slide a finger slowly into both openings and lift you up to my lips. The moans deep in your throat excite me as you rock your hips back and forth. Pushing back onto my finger in you butt then forward onto the one in your pussy. Your head falls back your eyes closed. Lost. I slip my fingers from inside you very slowly and bring my hands to cup your face. I look into your eyes. "I think you said you would finish what you started downstairs." Without a word you turn off the shower and take me by the hand leading me to the bed. As I sit on the edge you push me onto my back and again kneel between my legs. "I love your cock in my mouth baby. I want to finish what I started. I want to taste your cum in my mouth." I groan and pull your head down onto me. Your lips parting and devouring me. Within minutes I cannot control myself and spill hot thick cum into your mouth. Your lips tight around me you swallow as much as you can then let the rest slip out the corners of your mouth and run down my still hard shaft. Rubbing it onto my stomach. "God Sarah I love when you do that!" You just smile and climb up on top of me. Your lips coated as you kiss me and push your now salty tongue deep in my mouth. The taste and feel of it is incredible. I suck on your tongue and lick your lips clean. You reach between your legs and slip two fingers inside yourself bringing them out shiny and wet. Placing them in my mouth. "This is something else you need to taste a bit later. Now lets go make some dinner." And with a very sensual smile you roll away from me and slip into your clothes. I watch as you head into the bathroom and I hear the hair dryer going. Thinking to myself "How lucky am I." A broad smile creeps across my lips. I dress and leave you to finish in the bathroom while I throw more wood on the dying embers of the fire and start supper. Simple meal with the chili we had made the day before to heat up, salad and garlic bread. By the time you come downstairs the chili is almost ready on the stove, the salad is made and on the table and the bread is in the oven. You snuggle up behind me as I am pouring wine. I feel your lips on my back and your hands caressing my chest. "Mmm, smells good." "Kind of worked up and appetite so hope it tastes as good as it smells!" I turn to you kiss you gently and give you a glass of wine. "Why don't you set the table while I finish here. It will only be a minute." Within minutes we are sitting at the table with only the glow of the fire and candles lighting the room. Our eyes rarely leaving each other. Holding hands across the table. Forks loaded with thick rich chili passing between us. The meal is devoured with an air of sexual tension. The talk is light. I open another bottle of wine as you clear the table. Pouring another glass of wine for us I hear you call from inside the kitchen, "Dessert is on the way but it is a surprise. Slide your chair back from the table and close your eyes. No peeking either!" I close my eyes and chuckle moving my chair back. "Funny, I don't remember packing dessert." "You just be quiet and keep your eyes closed. You don't know everything!" Giggles coming from the kitchen as you talk. I hear you moving towards the table and can feel you close to me. A few gentle creaks from what I assume is your chair as you sit. A rustle on the table. Then in a very deep sexy voice, "Open your eyes baby. Your dessert is on the table." I am speechless! There you are sitting on the table in front of me with only your undershirt on. Your legs pulled up and your feet on the table. A mound of whipped cream between your legs. "Hope you're still hungry lover. I want you to make sure you have room for all your dessert and be able to lick the plate clean." As I look from your face to the whipped cream you take a finger full of the cream and sensuously lick it from your fingers. Then take another and put it against my lips and into my mouth. I lick all of it off and suck on your fingers. You pull your fingers from my mouth and slide your hand into my hair at the back of my head. Pulling me down towards the white thick sweet cream between you legs. "Eat it all up baby!" My tongue slides out between my lips as you push my head between you're legs. The cream tastes so good. My tongue moves over you as I take it into my mouth. The cream smearing over my face. My tongue seeking your coated lips to clean the sweet cream from them. So hungry for you I devour it and you. Sucking your lips into my mouth, licking your thighs and between the cheeks of your bum where it has run. I eat my dessert like I am starving. Listening to your increasing moans and feeling the pressure of your hand on the back of my head I clean you with my mouth. "Oh baby," you gasp, "eat me. It feels so good. Make me cum baby I love your mouth on me!" My tongue finds your hard little clit. My fingers massage between the cheeks of your ass. Wet sucking sounds as my lips pull you between my teeth and tongue. The sweetness of the cream mixed with your juices driving me wild. You lie back on the table, eyes closed and cries coming from deep in you throat. Heels digging into my back forcing me hard into your pussy. Your thighs tightening around my head as you thrust your hips into my face. Sucking harder and harder. My tongue pressing against your sensitive little button. Your hands now squeezing your breasts and nipples. Your cries fill the room. Your juices flood my mouth as you orgasm. My head locked between your trembling thighs. Your hips jerking up to my mouth. You collapse on the table your legs limp around me. Now my tongue just gently moving over your lips. Taking the last of the cream and your juices into my mouth. Mmmmmm I rise up and run my tongue over your tummy and chest then onto your lips. Kissing you. Letting you taste the mix of the cream and you from my lips and mouth. "That was the best dessert I have ever eaten!" I whisper into your ear. "And that was the best dessert I have ever served!" "Stay right where you are and relax baby. I will be right back." Returning quickly with a warm basin of water and a washcloth I part your legs and softly wash the stickiness from your sensitive lips. Sliding the warm cloth between the cheeks of your ass and over your thighs. Wiping my face off then pulling you to me and kissing you again. "It's late, how about I follow you up to bed?" Without a word you slip from the table and take my hand. Pulling me up the stairs to the bedroom and onto the bed. Kisses and caresses follow. Slow and gentle. Touching without touching. You undress me and I slip your undershirt over your head. Now naked, you on top of me with your whole body pressing against me. Your skin hot on mine. Slowly, gently we make love falling asleep in each other's arms. Me still inside you and our juices wet on our legs. I awake in the middle of the night with your head on my chest and my arm around you. I slide you off gently without disturbing you and pad to the bathroom. When I come back I peer out the balcony window. It is snowing big gentle flakes. The winds calm and the steam rising from under the hot tub cover. I slip outside naked and remove the cover. The water is so inviting. My muscles ache from chopping wood so I slide in up to my neck. The cold air on my head. I lay in the water for a few minutes feeling very relaxed. The door pushes open and there you are your nipples instantly hard from the cold. "May I join you?" "Please do." And with that you slip beneath the water beside me. My arm wrapping around you and holding you close to me. "This has been wonderful." I just hold you closer. The conversation is lazy as the water heats our bodies. The aches leaving me. Then after not a long time our eyes begin to close and we decide to go back to bed. We leave the hot water and hop back into bed. Melting into each other's arms and falling into a deep sleep almost immediately. When we awake the sun is high in the sky glinting off the freshly fallen snow. We are warm and cozy under the covers. Again our lovemaking is slow and patient. Exploring each other with hands fingers and mouths. So incredible so comfortable so sensual. We lay for a long time in each other's arms. So satisfied and relaxed. Looking at the clock with regret we rise and shower. Everything in slow motion. Our caresses in no hurry. Exploring everywhere. The water cascading over us. As you dress and get ready to go I make us breakfast. When you come down it is all we can do to keep from laughing as we peer at the table. Whipped cream still to be found. With breakfast over and everything in the car we say our goodbyes to the cabin and promise to come back for longer next time. We drive off with huge smiles. And just as the cabin fades in the mirrors you take my hand and slip it between your legs looking over at me. "Oh baby we WILL be back!" A naughty grin comes over your lips and your eyes twinkle as we accelerate towards home. The Weekend Surrender (1) Liza was very adept at her job. Having reached the upper echelons of the company she was rightfully proud of her achievements. It was late Friday evening when her office finally cleared. Relieved she locked her office door, stepped into the restroom next door. It was another privilege of her position and success within the company that she had her own private shower and bathroom attached to the office. Shame that she worked mostly from home. That was one of the privileges which swayed her in accepting the position of authority within the business. She had succeeded in obtaining a degree in business administration which backed up her qualifications in accounting. She stripped off her business suit, blouse and underwear, showered quickly and dressed in a summer dress. The dress was light cream, with large flowers in blue and their stems entwined in large loops. Five buttons fastened the front. Slipping on her dancing pumps she vacated the premises. The only thing she carried was her small clutch bag containing her toothbrush, a lipstick, a small bottle of Cachet perfume, and the keys to her Saab. None of her co workers would have believed she was following directions, but the fact that she was excited her. She had arranged to have the next few days totally to herself. She had advised everyone that she was locking her cell phone in the office and she would be in-communicado until Monday. She jumped into her car and set off to Cornwall as directed. After leaving the city behind, she pulled over, lowered the top of the Saab, opened the top two, and lower two buttons of the dress. She felt slightly perturbed as she did so. The thought and the act were so different. She had never been exposed in public before and felt almost naked now. Her braless "D" size breasts felt as if they were spilling out of the cloth. Her panty free crotch was not a new experience to her, but with each step her dress opened wide and, she felt as if soft summer breeze both exposed and caressed her. Liza was exactly sixty inches, had startling green eyes and her short brown hair frame her face. Her body was almost perfect in symmetry. Flawlessly portioned breasts, topped with sweet strawberry colored nipples, slight waist, curvaceous hips and wonderful legs. One of her coworkers had advised her that she'd make the perfect "trophy wife." She was both delighted and repulsed at the same time. She knew she could never be anyone's trophy. Nevertheless she positively jumped back into her car and in no time was fully engaged in her driving. The further she travelled the narrower and more curvaceous the roads became. On rounding one such sharp bend she was startled to find a hay cart partially blocking the road. In front of the cart, and closer to her, stood two individuals. One was obviously the cart owner and the second, notebook in hand, was a police officer. She smartly swerved and slipped the car between the hedgerow and the upset cart. She knew she should have stopped and caught the look of distress on both men as she sped past them. She contemplated stopping to apologize but in her current state of dress decided not to take the risk. Within a few minutes her Saab was up to speed again. Becoming once more engrossed in her driving she was startled to hear a siren behind her. Checking her rearview mirror, she saw a police motor bike loom in the distance. She pulled over and patiently waited as the leather clad bike rider pulled in behind her. He approached and demanded her license and registration. She reached across the car, bracing her foot between the pedals as she opened the glove pocket. She heard the officer's sharp intake of breath as her dress slipped open. Her cheeks reddened as she realized he'd had a free "peep show." "Out of the car," he ordered. "Hands on the hood." Startled she complied. The heat from the engine area was harsh on her hands as she did so. The officer kicked her ankle with the toe of his boot. "Wider," he demanded. Her position brought her chest close to touching the car metal. Her breasts felt as if they were reaching toward the heat of the car. Her nipples hardened perceptibly. "I was going to give you a lecture, but considering your attempt to distract me, I've had a change of plan." She couldn't move, already she was trapped by her strange stance. Being spread-eagled she discovered was remarkably uncomfortable she decided. Once more she felt a blast of coolness across her pussy from the wind. No doubt he saw that too, she thought. Between her involuntary exposure and the strain of "assuming the position" she reddened more. The coolness returned to her pussy, but this time she realized, it wasn't the breeze. The officer's leather gloved hand brushed across her bared ass. She gasped. Drawing first one then two fingertips up along her inner thigh, he circled her anus. She wiggled her hips. "Don't move," he barked. This command was followed by a sharp slap to each butt cheek in turn. She knew now that her face and her butt were as red as each other. Her pussy wept slightly. I can't believe my pussy is acting like that now, she thought. Just leave me and go, she prayed. She recalled then, part of this weekend's training was to "refuse nothing." Her mentor may well have planned this, and she didn't want to disappoint him so soon. She wondered if this cop was he. It mattered little as she couldn't see past his helmet and glasses. One finger traced her outer lips. Unable to see him due to his being behind her, she could only surmise that he must have been looking at the dampness on his glove from her. Two fingers replaced the first and slowly parted her moist tunnel. Both leather clad fingers entered her harshly. Fully embedded, they withdrew slightly to re-enter her again, and again. Startled she froze, clenching her muscles as much as possible. Another hard slap on her butt caused her to release her grip. Her pussy started to leak in earnest. One of his fingers returned, circled her and pushed into her anus. Again she froze. "No, she thought, I've never done that, I'm a good girl." She began to panic as she heard a zip being opened. Soon she felt the unmistakable nudge of a cock at her cunt. She began to hyperventilate. Another hard spank on her but stopped that. Both of his hands grasped her hips. His prick kissed her cunts outer walls, then slipped in filling her. "Oh God, Oh God, she thought, not this please, again she remembered her directions and she calmed, slightly. Within a short time she was surrendering to the rhythm and beginning to enjoy the experience when he pulled out. The emptiness left her wanting for a few seconds, just on the edge. Then, it happened, without warning, she forced himself into her ass. She was so startled and stunned with the pain that she could neither speak nor move. Her elbows gave out and she crashed onto the hot car hood. Her breasts screamed for relief from the heat. Her ass screamed from the pain. Her hips caught in his vice like grip, were going to be bruised too. Her limp body was being pushed and pulled across the painted surface. As is common, her sweaty breasts and thighs stuck from time to time, only to be pushed or pulled harder, further, again. He withdrew from her asshole, spewing his cum over her ass, cunt and thighs. He wiped his cock clean on her dress, dressed himself, slapped her ass hard again, and stood back. "Consider that a warning" Liza was too stunned to move as she heard his bike start and take off. She lay across the car for a few more seconds before realizing it was safer to dress quickly and get back in the car. As she did so she noticed a note and a rose on her car seat. Opening it, it read "Good Girl." Now she was fazed. Was it him? Did he watch? Was he here? Puzzled she drove on. Within a few minutes she was began to reflect on her experience. She was still wet and took the corner of her soiled dress to wipe her pussy. The contact made her tingle, and most unlike her, she continued to "play" while she drove. Soon she had cum harder than she would have thought possible. So intense was it that she had to stop the car to recover. By this stage her dress, inner thighs and car seat needed cleaning. The smell of her cum wafted over her. Her face broke into a wide smile. I'm going to love this week-end, she thought. The Weekend It was a rare weekend off. We had made mission for a change. By mission, I mean, it was the last weekend of the month, and the seven recruiters spread across San Mateo, CA had finally put our mission of 21 bodies in the Marine Corps that month. So now, my 25-year old Marine ass has a rare Saturday off. So what happens? My live in girlfriend, my little 18-year old hot baby, picked that weekend, of all weekends, to go back to Bakersfield to visit her folks. Damn...she was a hot little thing...blonde floozy, legs up to her neck. No tits but she did look good, and talk about great sex! No question! I woke up, and just hung out, watching baseball and what not. I thought about calling one of the dozens I was seeing on the side, but decided against that. How about a day off? I'm serious. Marine recruiters get tired. Talk about being a Beatle! I was really getting tired of the never-ending chain of sex. This broad gives me head in the government car. I fuck the next one on her teen bed when her folks are out. The next volunteers to work in my office just to have sex before I go home. I go home to a sex craving teen chick. Well, definitely better than being back in the grunts! So, the story begins. I am just lying about, just watching TV in my PT shorts, when I hear this rapping on my door. I open it. "Hi, Sgt. Kohl! Is Cindy home?" It is Connie. Connie is the woman next door. Connie is about 46, married with 3 kids, and totally unlike Cindy. My girl. But somehow, they seem to be friends. Cindy and the middle-aged housewife always cracked me up. But Connie was not bad to look at. Connie was about 6 foot tall, slender, with long brown hair and piercing brown eyes. A Cub Scout mom. Girl scout mom. Her husband Jim coached the Jr. High basketball team. Total mom. Thus, I never gave her thought beyond that. "Hey, Connie,' I said, 'Cindy is off at her dads for the weekend. Didn't she tell you?" "Oh, yeah, I must have forgot! I was just bored. Jim took the kids golfing today." Connie looked around, and I kind of already guessed her next words. "Can I come in?" Already I was thinking, "DON'T!" So I nodded yes. Connie was looking good. She had the best hands and feet! Immaculate. Red polish. Tall, thin and wearing shorts and a tube top with her strap on heels. "Can I get you something?" I asked. "Yes, you can..." she said, and grabbed my face and kissed me hard. Ok. I kissed back. Hard. My hands immediately went to her tube top, which came off in a second, and I was fondling her mid sized, slightly sagging middle aged tits. I began to suck her nipple. It hardened fast. I heard her moan. I kissed up her chest, and her neck. Behind her ear. Stuck my tongue deep in it for effect, and whispered. "When is your hubby coming home, baby?" Her perfume was drowning my senses. "Stand up,' she said, 'we got a hour." With that, she lowered my shorts, and my rock of a cock spilled out into her face. Those long fingers and red nails began to slowly jerk me. She opened her red lipstick covered mouth and guided me in. Man, she was great! Better than I ever felt! I grasped her long brown hair and moaned. "Baby, you are sooo good! You can suck cock!" "My husband,' she said, lifting her mouth of me and swallowing a long string of pre cum, 'says I'm the best. Tell me, baby? Am I better than that little bitch you live with?" Oh shit. Catfight! I didn't know, and I don't want to know. So what did I say, guys? "Oh, hell yes! You are the best!" What else do you say to a hot 46 year old housewife holding your cock? I stood before her, watching her mouth, then those long legs. And those feet. I dig feet. She bobbed up and down, and using one hand to guide my cock, the other caressing my balls. I was building up. I began to expand. I grabbed two fistfuls of hair, ramming my cock deep in her mouth, I shot load after load of hot cum. She startled, swallowed twice, and the rest ran down her lip to her jaw. I was stunned. I rubbed into her cheek, and laid her back. "My turn!" I said, and began to pull down her shorts. So much for formalities. My tongue went straight to her clit. Damn, she was wet! Fingers probed both holes, and soon, I was finger fucking her hard. Ass and pussy, while sucking on her clit. She was grabbing what little hair I had and screaming things I could not understand. "I want to fuck you, Connie!" I said. She obligingly spread her legs. "Don't cum in me,' she said. "I am not using anything!" With that, I simply, without elegance, plowed directly into her wet hole. "Baby, when your husband gets home, you're going to have my cum deep in your tummy and belly!" You can imagine the moans. I was filling her up deep. Her long, high-heeled clad legs were spread wide. "Fuck me in your bed!" she suddenly said. "Why baby?" I asked. "I want you to think of me when ever you fuck that little slut girlfriend of yours!" :I Thought you two were friends?" I asked "Yes, well, I just wanted to fuck you. I can't stand that bitch!" Holy shit. What could I say? Nothing. Led her to my bed. She went to all fours. I mounted her. After some deep strokes, I pushed her forward, flat onto the bed. As I straddled her, with my cock inside her warm and wet cunt, my fingers began to penetrate her anus. She really started to squirm. I lowered my mouth to her ear, and licked inside. I got deep enough to feel my cock against the thin fleshy wall of her insides. I was now knuckle deep in her ass. Her teeth clenches, eyes closed, and her ass began to rotate and thrust against my cock. I pulled out, and with one hand grabbing her hair, and pushing her face down in my girlfriends perfumed soaked pillow, the other pulling my cock out of her soaking pussy, I placed the face of the head against her anus. "No, baby,' she moaned. "You're hubby never fucks you here?" I asked. For the first time, I believed Connie's reply. "OH NO!" With that, I thrust the head in. She just yelped. "Please, baby, it is too big!" I slid forward. Another inch. Followed by another. Her tight virgin housewife Cub Scout den mother anus was opening, letting my cock slide in. Her was mom of the month, laying in my girlfriends and my bed, husband golfing, and my cock is sliding up her ass! This was delicious! Deeper it went, till my pelvis met her trembling ass cheeks...this woman was stuffed full! I could barely move! There were tears rolling down her cheeks, gasping for air, as I laid deeper. Harder and faster into her...now I was thrusting with abandon. I wanted to rip mom's ass apart...she was barely holding on...screaming how much it hurt..."please stop!" I expanded...she gasped. I came. I filled her anal cavity with jet after jet of hot cum. She shrieked as I pulled out with a plop, and rolled over, letting the dripping cum ooze onto her hip...she laid face first, panting... How did it come out? She called me, that very night, whispering in her phone that night, how she could still taste and feel me, and her kids and husband were in the next room. How she was a better fuck than my girlfriend, and what not. I fucked constantly for about two years after. I finally got transferred. Of course, I fucked about every girl in the bay area in that time as well. The Weekend You may recall a movie from years ago called "Same Time Next Year". In that movie, friends since youth meet once a year to rekindle their feelings for each other. After that weekend, they each return to their spouses and their routine until that following year, when they meet again. Ours is not a situation where we sneak off and meet someone else. But it is a situation that occurs only once per year to fulfill what started out as two different fantasies. For my wife, it was the dream of seeing an old college lover again. For me, it was the fantasy of being a humiliated cuckold. And the ability to combine those dreams makes for a weekend that provides a year of memories until we repeat it. It started after we were married for about seven years. Some call it the itch. For us, it was the routine that almost did us in. The sex was OK, but it lacked that freshness that comes with a new relationship. I was always more daring than her, and it took some convincing to get her to try some role plays and talk about fantasies, both of which spiced things up. For me, it was seeing her in sexy clothes. Short skirts combined with stockings and high heels always got me going. Once she realized how excited I got knowing she was wearing a garter belt with old fashioned stockings or thigh highs with no panties, she did it on a regular basis. At this point, I should also tell you that at 38, she's ten years my junior. She is slight of build with perfect, perky tits and great legs. She always enjoyed wearing short skirts, and knows how to "work it" to get men's heads to turn. And it still gives me a rush to see men look and her, knowing she was going home with me. She is a southern belle, so her hair and make up is always right, and she also enjoys the looks of admiration from men. After a while, I started to fantasize, like many men, about seeing her with another man. We would be home in bed after a night out. She would be lying there in her stockings, heels and nothing else rubbing her leg on my thigh. At the same time, she would play with my dick while I fantasized aloud about seeing her with another man. Those fantasies grew to not only seeing her, but her taking control and making me watch her pleasure a stranger. She became a master at keeping my dick on the edge of exploding for up to an hour while we talked about my fantasy. I'd come close to cumming, and she would stop. Then repeat it, sometimes bringing me to the brink eight to ten times. The combination of the build up and the stories made for an orgasm that defies description for me. After a while, she got very good at helping me with the stories. The theme was often the same. We'd be in a bar, she would spot a good looking guy and approach him, explaining that I didn't please her last night. As a punishment, I would be forced to watch her be taken by a real man. In other stories, she would further humiliate me by making me approach the man and invite him to our table. But, these were only fantasies. Until one certain evening. We were playing our game. When I came through the door, she was dressed in a short brown skirt, sheer blouse through which I could see her nipples at attention. When she sat down, I could see the very tops of her stockings, and on her feet were the sexiest four inch stilettos. I was aroused at once, and before I knew it, we were in the bed, with her hands lubed up and my dick being tortured oh so well. As we got into a fantasy story, she asked how much I wanted it to become a reality. She had always balked at such a situation in the past, but there was something different tonight. She already had be so aroused I was ready to say yes to almost anything. Then she hit me with it. If I really wanted it, she was ready to make it happen, but on her terms. And once I said yes, there was no turning back. She knew I had no choice. She had already brought me close to orgasm six times. I was ready to explode and when I am that horny and aroused, I have no willpower to say no. So I told her I was ready for anything she could come up with. She kept playing with my dick as she fed me her breasts. And when I begged to cum, she hit me with her plan. Her fantasy was often to reconnect with her college lover Clint. She spoke of how rugged he was, with a great build, confidence and an outstanding cock. I brought her to many an orgasm over the years by playing with her pussy while she fantasized about fucking him again. It was safe for me, because he lived across the country. And it was sexy to hear her stories about meeting him in a hotel and seducing him. Now, she said, it was possible to combine our fantasies. Clint was coming to our city on business, and had called her to find out what her situation was. They had not spoken in years, but he got her number from an old college friend my wife stays in contact with. She told me it was time to put up or shut up. Live out the fantasies we'd discussed for over a year or stop talking about them. She told me how she would meet Clint while I watched, and how she would explain to Clint that she had every intention of fucking him while she forced me to watch and do as I was told. It was more than I could take. I said yes as she brought me to the most thundering orgasm I could ever recall. Now it was too late to turn back. She knew she could talk me into it. And after I came and I was cleaning myself up, she told me Clint would be in town next weekend, and he would be our guest. It was a long week. She teased me almost every night but would not let me come. She dressed sexy every day as she left for work, saying she was getting geared up for the weekend. And when Friday arrived, I could not wait to get home. Clint would be flying in that night, and we were going to pick him up at the airport. His flight was right on time at 7:05, and when he walked down to baggage claim, I could see why she was so excited. Like my wife, he was ten years my junior. And you would easily believe he had just left college a couple of years ago. He was tall, with chiseled good looks and clearly in shape. They greeted each other with a strong embrace, after which she introduced me to Clint. I was not prepared for what happened next. She told him right there that she was in charge in our relationship, and that I was prepared to assure they enjoyed each other for his brief visit. As we walked to the car, she told me to drive, but she would sit in the back seat with Clint. I already felt humbled as she told me to get the door. She slid in the back seat, clearly allowing her skirt to ride up so Clint could see her thigh hi stockings. He slid in next to her. I closed the door and went around to the drivers side like the chauffeur I had become for the night. The drive home took about 20 minutes. But it was long enough for her to tell Clint that in our relationship, she was the sexual boss. In all our fantasies, I enjoyed thinking about humiliation. Now it was real, and for a short time, I wasn't sure how I felt about it. As she told Clint that she loved me, but was unhappy with my cock, I could feel myself turning beet red. As she told him how much she missed his tool, I felt my cheeks flush, but I was also aware that I was getting aroused. Clint told her that he remembered both her pussy and her oral skills. Looking in the rearview mirror, I could tell he was not yet comfortable with the situation. But she put him at ease as she took his hand and guided it to her thigh. Before long, he was running his hand well under her skirt. When he asked if she was sure this was OK, she replied by lifting her ass off the seat, reaching under her skirt and pulling off her panties. She put them on my shoulder and told him again she was in charge, and I would do as I was told. Then she forced me to confirm it with a meek "yes Ma'am". As we arrived home, she told me to set the table for dinner and be prepared to serve the meal in the oven in just a few minutes as they enjoyed a drink in the den. And, she said, I was to be naked when they returned. It was my fantasy coming to life. I quickly set the table, poured the wine and undressed. While I had dreamt about such an evening, I really felt like a total fool when they returned to the dining room, and I stood there stark naked in their presence. My wife came over and gently played with my cock while Clint watched. Despite my humiliation, or maybe because of it, I started to get a hard on. She teased my dick only to say that it was time for me to see a real cock. With that, she told me to stand still, and she invited Clint to undress her. It was torture to watch him slowly remove her blouse. He unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, and she stepped out of it. Now, she stood there in her lacy bra, tan thigh highs and high heels. It didn't take Clint long to remove her bra and fondle her tits. It was the first time I had ever seen her touched by another man, and I wanted to cum right there. She ordered me to serve dinner for them, but I was not allowed to eat. Clint stayed dressed, and they only played with their food. It was clear both were ready for what was clearly on the menu as dessert. I was forced to clear the table, then my wife summoned me back. She instructed me to play with myself until I was erect. Even when erect, it's only five inches, something she took great pleasure in pointing out. She asked Clint to stand and retire to the den, telling me now I would see a real cock on a man who knew how to use it. I followed like a little puppy. She showed Clint to my big leather chair, and told me to get down on my knees and watch from across the room. With that, she sat on his lap, nibbled on his ear and neck and fondled his crotch through his pants. She slowly slid down to the floor and undid his belt and zipper, reaching into his pants to bring his dick out to be seen. She was right. It was impressive, and it wasn't even all the way hard yet. As she played with his dick, he removed the rest of his clothes. This was the dick she had been dreaming of for years, and now it was in her hands. This was the dream I had been talking about for years, and now it was before my eyes. He said he had long remembered what a great fuck she was, but wanted to be assured that it was ok to do this in front of her husband. She said she'd already told him once that she was in charge, and asked if she needed it prove it. Clint said he'd feel better about it if she could demonstrate her power over me. With that, she stood up and commanded that I crawl to her on my hands and knees. I quickly complied. She then commanded that I kiss the tips of her high heels, and lick up her leg to her knee and back down. Again, I blushed with humiliation, but loved every moment of it. Clint was awed by her power. When he suggested that he needed a quick shower after the long flight, she told him there was no need. Then she instructed me to get a cloth from the linen closet, soak it in warm water and bring it to her. I did that quickly, and upon my return, she was sitting on the floor playing with his now erect tool. As I handed her the towel, she kicked the humiliation up a notch. No, she said. I was to clean his dick. Even I was surprised at how quickly I complied. Any trace of my manhood was destroyed in his eyes as I washed his pubic area and she watched, standing over me. And just when I though it could get no worse, she told me to kiss his dick and thank him in advance for bringing my wife great pleasure that night. I was like I was on drugs. I looked at her briefly, seeking some relief, but getting no mercy. "DO IT", she demanded. And all of the sudden, I realized she enjoyed her new found command position. Clint was amused by it all, took a hold of his own dick, pointing it at me, just waiting for me to comply. There I was. My wife standing over me in her stockings and heels. Her college lover in my chair, naked, holding his own dick. I leaned over and kissed the tip of his magnificent penis. Again, she upped the ante. She said his dick had become too dry for her to enjoy, and asked if I knew what a fluffer was. I replied that it was someone who worked off the set on porn movies, getting the male stars ready for action. Good, she replied, telling me to fluff him while she watched. With that, she sat down next to him, and waiting for me to take his dick in my mouth. He reached over and cupped her breast in one hand while he held his dick out for me with the other. I just sat there in disbelief, until she made it clear that if I didn't do what I was told, only her fantasy would be fulfilled that evening. They would leave and go to his hotel, she would spend the weekend sucking and fucking her college sweetie, and I would see none of it. That was when I knew I had become the cuckold I dreamt of being. I took his dick in my mouth as their mouths met. As I looked up, I could see their tongues touch. And I felt his dick growing in my mouth. Their kiss broke, with her saying it was her turn to enjoy that dick, and I was to crawl back across the room. I did so as she slid back off his lap and between his legs. I could only watch as my wife at first teased his dick, then took it all the way into her mouth. I know how good she is at giving head, so I could understand why Clint let his head fall back and just moaned. He said he had waited a long time to feel her mouth around his dick again. And she said she had waited a long time to feel his cock enter her pussy. She looked over at me to assure I was watching. She took her mouth off his cock to look at me, saying I should prepare to see how a real man fucks a woman. And I should also prepare to clean them both. The first fuck would be quick, she said. She new their lust for each other would assure that. And she said there would be no towel used to clean them after they fucked. You will do that with your mouth, and she called me her little oral slut. I had never kissed a dick in my life, much less sucked on one. In one night, I had been instructed to do both. And now I was being told I would lap up their juices on command. And I knew she was right. I almost came all over myself as she climbed on his lap and impaled herself down on his dick. More in part 2 The Weekend After spending the last three months chatting online and the phone everyday, I decide to take the next step and invite you to come up to my cabin and spend the weekend with me. I had come up the day before so I could clean up the place and air it out a little. I woke this morning early and rode my bike into town to pick up a few things before your arrival this afternoon. I was preparing a special lunch for us to share on the deck overlooking the lake. I arrived back at the cabin still having two hours before your arrival, so excited I could barely contain it. I decided to have a glass of wine while I prepare so as to relax myself a little. I open one of the bottles I have chilling in the fridge as I hit the remote for the stereo for some mood music. I am very nervous as to whether or not you will be pleased with my culinary talents, so I am taking extra time; I want the first time we see each other in person to be absolutely perfect. The salmon is now in the marinade and I am cutting the fruits and vegetables that I picked up at the farmer's market this morning ... amazing, all the time we have been talking we have never discussed what types of foods you really like. I am thinking at this point I went overboard, sliced cucumbers and tomatoes, watermelon and cantaloupe, grapes and strawberries ... oh well, we have all weekend so it won't go to waste. I still have an hour before you arrive so I am taking mental inventory to make sure that I have done everything I set out to do. The candles are readily available, the sheets have been changed in the guest room (I did not want you to be uncomfortable, just in case things did not go as planned), the bathroom has been scrubbed to gleaming ... I am so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I don't hear you come in, you sneak up behind me and lightly kiss the back of my neck wrapping your arms around me. You are early! I start to turn to face you. "Don't move," you say ... taking the knife from my hand and setting it on the counter. "Just stand there and relax," the tone in your voice so commanding I am frozen. You start undoing the buttons on my shirt ... very slowly, dipping a finger inside with each button undone, teasing the bare skin underneath making me quiver with each delightful touch. Next you move to the buttons on my skirt, moving slower than before. I am so wet with need at this point I am thinking I may pass out. You remove the towel from the counter and tie it over my eyes; I start to protest. "Shhhh," you say, "If you want me to stop tell me now. I will not hurt you, just show you pleasure like you have never known before. But you cannot see what I am doing; sight is one of the senses you will not be needing for this." I remain motionless and let you finish your task. Still standing at the counter now completely naked and blindfolded, I can only rely on my other senses. I feel you lean into me, reaching for something as you kiss my neck once again, this time letting your lips linger. I feel the heat from your mouth down the length of my back, stopping about half-way down. I stop breathing as the coolness of the item you grabbed hits my skin, not sure what it is. I wait breathless as you slowly smile then raise the slice of cucumber to my mouth. My mind is now wandering as I am wondering if the whole weekend will be this delicious. You walk away leaving me to listen and try to figure out what you are up to. I can hear you moving but I'm not quite sure where you are. Suddenly you grab my hand and lead me into the living room where you lay me gently on the carpet. Again, your warm mouth is on me, starting at my neck and slowly working your way down, your hands joining in rubbing me from head to toe. The coolness hits me again ... running circles around my nipples and down my stomach. It is juicier than the cucumber, but I am not quite sure what it is. You run it down my body and between my legs running it around my soaking wet pussy lips then slipping it inside of me for just a second before bringing it to my mouth. Hmmm, it is the cantaloupe, covered in my juices. You continue your sweet assault of my senses for the next thirty minutes, sharing the fruit and vegetables with me only after they have been inside of me. But you have not finished yet and I am so close to cumming I am almost insane. I can almost see the grin on your face as you insert the last two strawberries inside my wetness. You lower yourself and start massaging my clit with your tongue. "OH MY GOD," I scream. It won't be long before I cum now. You insert two fingers all the way up to your hand, rubbing my g-spot with the fruit. I can't take any more; as the orgasm finally hits me I am mumbling incoherently and moaning your name out loud. Tears of joy are soaking the towel covering my eyes as you move over me and whisper in my ear, "I am just getting started my darling." You pick me up and carry me to my bedroom, berries still clinging to my insides, lay me down on the bed, and kiss me with such passion that I almost pass out. You slowly slide your raging hard on inside of me and I am thinking that you are larger that you appeared in the pictures you sent to me, filling me up completely. It is not long before I am moaning your name and begging you to fuck me harder and faster. You don't honor my request but continue to take your time, driving me completely insane. Removing the towel from my eyes you speak slowly, "I want you to open your eyes and keep them open. I want to see the orgasm building and watch as you go through it." I am a bit taken aback as no man that I have been with has asked me to do this, and I find it very difficult as the wave of my first orgasm hit me. You remove yourself from me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. Pulling the strawberries from inside, you share them with me, giving me only seconds to enjoy the taste before grabbing me with such force that you take my breath away. In one swift move you have me on all fours and are back inside of me again, this time fucking me with the speed and force of a man out of control. You are pulling my hair and smacking my ass with each thrust and I am loving it. Orgasms hit me one after the other till I am sobbing uncontrollably. It seems like hours till I sense that you are ready to cum, and with one final thrust you are shooting inside of me. You roll off of me pulling me to you and kissing me once again. "Lunch will have to wait, let's just make it dinner," you say as I am drifting off into sleep. I wake in darkness, there is no sound except for the radio I had turned on earlier. You are not there, where did you go? How long was I asleep? Was it a dream? I grab a t-shirt from the dresser and pull it over my head as I wander through the cabin. You are sitting on the deck naked with a glass of wine in your hand. The smile on your face takes my breath away once again as I realize how magnificent you truly are. You stand offering me your glass as you go inside to grab another and the bottle from the fridge. Your nakedness makes me slightly uncomfortable but I don't let you see it; I want you to feel at ease here. You come back with the wine, a few candles, and the salmon left forgotten in the fridge. I did not realize how hungry I was till saw it. I walk over to start the grill and you return into the house to grab the salad and what is left of the fresh vegetables. When you return you finally break the silence, asking me if I slept well, grinning that evil grin that makes my stomach quiver. We have discussed your true nature to be the dominant one in a relationship but neither you or I have truly explored the possibilities and sexual fantasies at this point in our lives. You having just finished college and landed your first job as a mechanical engineer with a large well established company. I am still working waiting tables at two restaurants and taking a full course load at the local community college. You start the conversation casually asking me about foods, my curiosity for trying new things in the kitchen, how I came to own this wonderful cabin in the middle of nowhere. It is a small cabin sitting in the middle of eighty acres in the upper peninsula. It was owned by my great grandparents and the closest neighbor is the Clydesdale farm five miles from here. Upon hearing this your mind goes into overtime, you are wondering just how far you can push me this weekend and whether or not I will allow you to. I am trying to ignore the fact that you are still nude, so I busy myself setting the table and walk over to check the temperature on the grill, making idle conversation and trying not to think of earlier events lest I forget about the food and throw you down on the deck. You sneak up behind me again and it is not until you have your hands on my ass that I realize that I did not put anything on but this t-shirt when I came looking for you, and every time I walk away from you my ass peeks out of the bottom of it. I playfully smack your hands away and tell you that I am famished and need to eat first. I cook and we eat in silence, both of us imagining different scenarios for the next two days. With dinner done, we head inside to clean up the dishes. I am not sure if it was the wine or your imagination working overtime, but as we are standing at the kitchen sink I can feel the heat and the tension radiating from your body. Just as I turn off the water you pull me into you, kissing me with such force that my knees buckle. In the next second I am bent over the counter and you are inside of me ... fucking me with such force that I cry out in pain and pleasure. You are a madman on a mission and will not stop till you have finished. We come together with such an intensity I can no longer stand, and you pick me up and carry me off to bed. We are both exhausted and I sleep the sleep of the dead. When I awake the next morning, I cannot move; my hips are bruised and my body aches, then the realization hits me ... I am blindfolded and tied to the bed. I strain to hear you and cannot. I start to panic, thinking that you have left me there, when I hear the front door close. I can feel the grin on your face as you walk back into the room. I can feel myself blushing, naked and exposed, tied to the bed. You are on the bed on top of me in one swift move, tearing my blindfold away. You look different, not so peaceful and relaxed. I am not sure what made the change but I am turned on by it and you can see it. This piques your curiosity, you are wondering just how far I will let you go. You are talking to me softly but with a tone in your voice that tells me you will push my limits today, just to see if I am really the one you have searched for so desperately. You are rubbing my thighs absently as you go into detail about what the weekend holds for the both of us. I am bound to the bed and you know that you can do whatever you want to me at this point, I have cum all over you and held your gaze while I did it. You may be my master but in the end it is I that have the control. This knowledge, combined with the raging hard on you have maintained so far, had you in a rage. You take me completely with force, knowing that you are hurting me, yet you refuse to stop. Wrapping both hands around my throat, you pound into me with complete abandon, your gaze never leaving my eyes. You are waiting for my submission but it does not come. You are waiting for the look of fear that does not come. I am enjoying what you are doing to me, and it drives you mad. Fueled by your rage, your grip tightens on my throat. You cum, screaming my name, and as you do I am smiling a silent smile ... you are mine and you don't even know it yet. You get up and leave the room leaving me tied to the bed. I don't know how long you are gone; it seems like hours. I am sore and hungry and I have to pee. When you finally return the anger is gone from your face and you are smiling a happy smile. I think it has something to do with the fact that you are aware of my situation and you are thoroughly enjoying my silent torture. You untie me from the bed and help me into the bathroom; the bathtub is full and scented candles are all around. Kissing me on the forehead, you leave the room to go get something ready to eat. I slide into the hot water slowly, allowing it to caress every aching muscle in my body. My eyes are closed so I am unaware of your return till your hands reach me. Much like the first time you are gentle with me again. Your eyes are different again, I am thinking it has something to do with your inner struggle ... wanting me to be submissive but feeling guilty after you have hurt me. You slide into the water to join me, caressing my breasts with one hand, the other sliding down to play with my already very sensitive clit. I realize at this point just how sore I am from the events before, but I do not care. Your touch has me on fire and I need you again. You lift me up and slide me down on top of you, slowly entering me. You push down on my back and I grab the front of the tub to keep from being face down in the water. Grabbing my hair you pull me back so that I am resting on your chest. Playing with my clit again, feeling my body tense, you know that I am close. You stop your movement silently torturing me by not allowing me to cum. You lift me off of you and step out of the water, leaving me hot with need. My eyes plead with you to come back and finish what you have started. You grin that wicked grin, hand me a towel and leave the room. We eat again in silence and I am thinking at this point that we have barely spoken at all. I clear my throat to say something and you put your hand to my mouth. "Shhh, we have no need for words right now. We will talk later." Your words have left me speechless as I am unsure of what will happen now. You take me by the hand and lead me to the living room where you have a blanket spread on the floor. You motion for me to lie down. You grab some lotion and begin to massage me from head to toe. When you are done with the back you roll me over and start on the front. "This is making me crazy, just make love to me," I plead. You just grin and keep right on massaging every muscle, sliding my legs open slightly so you can caress my inner thigh, every now and then dipping a finger inside and bringing it to my lips, making me squirm with anticipation. You slowly start to kiss every aching muscle in my body, stopping when your mouth is just above my clit ... I can feel your breath on me and it is making me crazy. You move away and I moan with disappointment; I can sense the grin on your face as you work your way back. As I feel the heat from your mouth I tense up and for a moment I cannot breathe, waiting for what is to come. Finally you give me what I desire and run your tongue up and down my lips, stopping to suck on my clit. I am so close to cumming that I am not sure how much of this sweet torture I can take and my mind is spinning. You stop and walk away, taking my orgasm with you once again. I am frustrated now and slightly angry as I get up and head for the bedroom. I am too tired to play this game tonight. I shut the door and leave you in the other room. I am thinking that you will come and give me what I want and need, yet you do not come. Sleep does not come easily and I sleep fitfully. When I wake in the morning you are gone, there is a note on my pillow with one white rose from my garden. "When you are ready to submit and bend to my will, come looking for me, I will be down by the pond in a tent. I will stay there till tonight at 6 p.m. I will return home then if I do not see you." I have twelve hours before you leave to decide if I truly want to be yours the way that you need me to be. Coming from a family that has dominant genes, I have a stubborn streak that I am not sure I want to give up. I make myself some eggs and toast and sit on the deck contemplating whether or not I should go to you. I want you so badly that I cannot resist. I throw out the rest of my food and slip on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to head off and look for you. When I finally arrive at the pond, I am sweating. It is already hot out and the pond is about a five acre walk through the trees. The tent is empty and you are nowhere to be found. As I decide to give up and head back, you grab me from behind, throwing me to the ground in one swift move. "Close your eyes!" you command. I comply as you tie my hands and feet to the nearby trees. I feel the cold blade of a knife against my skin and tense up immediately. "I will not hurt you but if you do not relax, you will get hurt." Your voice is harsh and commanding. I am now afraid; after all, I don't know you that well. You cut the clothing from my body, roll it up and place it under my head. I am now naked and spread-eagle lying in a fern bed with my cut up clothing underneath me. You walk away and leave me there. Soon you return with a switch you have cut from a birch tree nearby. The first hit lands so quickly I do not have time to prepare for the searing pain and I scream out loud. The switch cutting into my skin as you hit my thighs and stomach over and over again. I don't know how many times you have hit me and I am now sobbing and begging you to stop. You put the switch down and lean over me, "You will obey me from now on." You are speaking so softly that I can barely hear you. "When we are together from now on, you will only cum when you have my permission. Is that clear?" "Yes, very clear," I manage to choke out between sobs. You begin to caress and kiss all of the tiny little cuts on my thighs left by the switch. I am now yours. I lose myself in the feel of your touch as you are once again kind and gentle, the anger gone from your face. "This will be the last time you cum without my permission." You slowly untie me and sit me up to help you remove your clothing. Taking me by the hand you lead me to the water; it stings all the little tiny cuts but the coolness soothes the burning of my skin. Seeing you naked with the sun shining down on your tan skin and your blue eyes dancing in the light, I am wet with anticipation. You lay me down in the sand, still halfway in the water, and take me once again with such force that I cry out. This combination of pain and pleasure, gentle and rough, has my senses reeling and I cum, sobbing your name as I pass out. When I finally wake, we are back in the cabin. You are standing over me with a look of fear, you are thinking that maybe you have taken things too far. I smile and touch your hand, assuring you I am fine. Seeing this, your wicked grin returns as you stand and present your still raging hard on to my face. I eagerly comply, taking you fully in my mouth. You moan and I smile as you wrap your hands in my hair and start face fucking me. I grab you by the hips and force you to slow down, turning and lying you down on the bed. Slowly I run my tongue up and down the length of you, committing every inch to memory. I take you back in again sucking lightly and massaging the sensitive spot just below the head with my tongue, making you moan my name aloud. Smiling (you are mine now!), I continue your sweet torture, knowing that it won't be long. Just as I am thinking this, you tense up, cumming with such force that I almost choke. I swallow every sweet drop as you pull me up to you and kiss me. "Thank you," you manage to choke out. "What for? The pleasure was all mine," I grin at you as you begin to laugh wrapping your arms around me as we drift off to sleep. When I wake you are gone again. You have to stop running away! Just once I would like to wake up in your arms. It is only one o'clock; I still have five hours before we have to return to reality. Again, you are nowhere to be found. I search down by the water; the tent is gone. The only reminder that we were there is my cut up clothing. I pick it up and return to the cabin. Still gone. I drift off to sleep as I wait. The Weekend She was being stalked. She knew it, but couldn't prove it. It was subtle things like the colour of the car always parked on her street that had never been there before. Sure it could be new neighbours, but she hadn't seen anyone move in or out recently. It was the odd postcards she was receiving. They weren't addressed directly to her, but she'd been living in the same place for 5 years now. It was the occasional single red rose left in the handle of her front door in the mornings. Maybe a secret admirer, but that's not what it felt like. She would walk to work with her keys between her fingers and most of the time she'd receive a ride home. It wasn't usually too late but now with winter drawing nearer, it was getting darker earlier. It was Friday, the end of the week finally. It had been a tougher week at work than usual. More cranky clients, more work, tighter deadlines (mostly because she'd procrastinated last week), all-in-all she was glad to be done for the weekend. Fridays were the only days her rides weren't secured and this Friday she had none. It was a little later than usual but she was finally done for the night, the weekend. She grabbed her coat and headed home. It wasn't a far walk and tonight was a rather nice night. She was feeling rather liberated, she finished everything and so there was nothing to weigh her mind down this weekend. She didn't have plans, but that didn't bother her any. She wasn't paying attention, not like usual. He followed her from work and knew this time he would follow through to the end. Within 10 minutes he already knew she wasn't paying as much attention as usual. She wasn't clutching her keys between her fingers and her walk was more playful. He was sure she would finally be in the right frame of mind to accept everything to come. He kept his distance, but also made sure he wasn't too far. He knew exactly when he'd act, when he'd pounce. He almost chuckled out loud at that thought. It made him think of a cat, crouched and ready to pounce on an innocent mouse. Thinking of himself as a cat was just downright funny. He was more the tiger type. He knew she'd remember him once she saw him. He knew he was the last person she'd ever expect to see. He had been gone much too long. He hoped she'd still remember all rules, all his rules. She was a dreamer. She loved the night air and the way the crisp air felt after a long day inside. It was exhilarating. She was so elated she wanted to start skipping, but that's wouldn't be proper. That's the thing she hated the most about getting older. She hated how "society" dictated how people could or couldn't act. If she wanted to skip she shouldn't have to worry whether it was proper or not. She let out an audible sigh as she continued up the steps to her front door. As soon as she pulled out her keys to unlock the door she froze. There between the handle was a single red rose. Her heart began to beat harder. It was unusual for there to be one there after work. She pulled it from the handle and unlocked the door. She didn't have the door halfway open and had barely pulled the key out, when she felt his hand around her mouth and his whispered breath in her ear. "Good evening. I would highly suggest against any defensive action," he whispered loud enough for her to clearly hear the seriousness in his tone. She knew from the moment he said good evening who he was. His voice sent shivers down her spine. She gripped her keys forcefully, but knew she was no match for him. She wasn't even sure she really wanted to fight back. Her mind raced with so many thoughts. What is he doing here? Why did he come back? How long had he been watching? She knew he was the one stalking her now. She had no doubt about that. Had she upset him? Would she upset him? Did she still want him? Did he still want her? He gently guided her inside. She didn't resist, although in her mind she wanted to. Once inside he maintained his grip on her arm and his hand remained over her mouth, but he used his foot to shut the door. He guided her to the kitchen first. "Keys on the counter," he stated firmly. She obliged. Her other hand still holding the rose. "I'll allow you to speak, but if you scream you'll be gagged for the remainder of the time I'm here," he told her. "Understand?" She nodded and he removed his hand. She didn't move, unsure of what he wanted, why he was here. She was tense and sure he could tell. Her breathing was heavy and her heart still pounded heavily. "Why are you here?" He laughed. "Have you forgotten so much already, my pet?" She turned slowly and looked at him confused. "Hm. Well in that case," he tightened his grip on her arm, "At this very moment, I'm here in your kitchen because I'm hungry." He watched her reaction. After a short silence, she came to the realization that she was still his. "Yes Sir. What would you like to eat?" He smiled and released her arm, "Surprise me." "Yes Sir," she replied meekly. She placed the rose on the counter as she went to the pantry and began pulling ingredients; she could feel his eyes on her the entire time. She began preparing the meal; chicken, potatoes, and salad was what she had been planning on eating tonight, what would a 2nd plate really matter. She smiled inside, thinking about the fact that she wasn't really doing anything special for him. She'd been free for too long. He moved to the table and took a seat. He continued to watch the way she moved. He could tell she was nervous, anxious, and unsure. He wanted her so badly, he'd have taken her right there in the kitchen if it wasn't for the plan he had. She'd been free for too long and he knew this. He'd left her without being able to predict his return let alone a specific timeframe. She probably never expected him to return. It was business, he couldn't help it, and due to his line of work he couldn't guarantee he'd ever return home. He was now though and he knew she'd be wondering if there were "other" women. He was most definitely going to be enjoying his time alone with her. She added the finishing culinary touches to the meal before bringing both his and her plate to the table. She returned to the kitchen to grab some utensils and 2 glasses, which she also laid out on the table. One final return to the kitchen for a bottle of pop and then she returned to the table and sat down. She rested her hands on her lap knowing that she was not to start before him. She looked over at him in anticipation. "Are you hungry my pet?" he asked quietly. "Yes Sir." He loved hearing those two words. Sometimes he'd ask yes or no questions just to hear her speak the answer rather than because he had any interest in the question. "Do you believe you deserve to eat at the table?" his tone was a little more serious. She was unsure how to answer and remained silent. "Hm. You don't know how to answer that do you?" he retorted with a chuckle. He paused for a moment and then had a thought. "I don't want you to eat just yet. Understand?" She furrowed her brow; she was hungry and didn't want to be restricted from eating. This wasn't something he'd ever done before. "Yes Sir." "Don't worry, my pet, you will eat. I would not restrict you from such an important action." He took the utensils and began to eat. He took his time so as to prolong her discomfort. He enjoyed the way her emotions showed through her eyes. He could tell she wanted nothing more than to disobey him, but at the same time was much too fearful to. Once he was finished he took he cleaned up the table, leaving only her plate of food and utensils. "Alright, you may eat. Take your time. I will be upstairs preparing some things. I don't want you to be finished before I return. Understand?" "Yes Sir," she replied. She began to eat, glancing back at him only to see him walk from the kitchen. He walked upstairs to the bedroom. Her room looked exactly the same as when he left 6 months ago. He removed the box from the top shelf of her closet and opened it. She was always so perfectly organized; he absolutely adored that about her. He removed the leather cuffs, the duct tape, and her vibrating dildo, and placed them on her nightstand next to her bed. He then went to her dresser and removed the silk scarf, one of her plain leather belts, and rope. He placed those on the nightstand as well. Once he was satisfied with the tools he pulled all the blankets down to the bottom of the bed, leaving only the fitted sheet. He removed the carpet she had at the side of her bed, leaving only the hardwood below, and then he returned to the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen to find her at the sink, finished her meal and cleaning up. He stood in the doorway for a moment or two waiting for her to notice him. She wasn't about to go through all this again, not after he left the first time. He didn't even give her any notice just called her up at work one afternoon and told her he had to go away. He didn't even tell her when or if he'd be back. No, she wasn't going to let him just waltz right back into her life. She dried her hands and turned around to see him standing in the doorway. He couldn't help but laugh at the way she looked when she saw him. He wondered what she had been thinking. She was obviously a little upset, that much was clear. He slowly walked towards her glaring at her the whole time. She began to back up in order to keep distance between him and her. "You think you can just waltz back into my life? You left and you couldn't even tell me when or if you'd be back. Is this a game to you? I want you to leave, right now!" she bit her lip, clearly surprised at her own forcefulness. He said nothing only shook his head. He continued moving towards her. "Stop! I told you to leave. I'll...I'll call the police if you don't," she faltered. She knew that's all he'd need to be sure that she was bluffing. She didn't want to hurt him, she just wanted answers. He smiled as began closing the gap between the two of them. As he did he watched her revelling in every emotion emanating from her. Then, in two large strides he had her pressed against his chest, her hair in his tight grip and her face inches from his. He leant towards her ear and whispered, "This is most definitely not a game." The tone he used shot through her spine like an injection of adrenaline. His grip on her hair was much tighter then she remembered it being. The way he could use his voice to sooth or threaten no matter what the words were was something she'd never encountered before. "I suggest you listen very carefully to my direction and follow them from this point on, understand?" The anger dissipated, fear replacing it, "Yes Sir." "Good. Come with me," he directed but did not loosen his grip on her hair. He guided her upstairs and into the bedroom. He knew by this point she would most likely fight him every step of the way, but he also knew she wanted it, maybe even missed it. He brought her to the bed and directed her to sit and remain in that spot. He closed the bedroom door, pulled the blinds and curtains closed, turned the bedside lamps on, and the bedroom light off. Then, he returned to her. "I want you to strip to your underwear and bra, and then kneel at the side of your bed, here," he pointed to the spot he wanted her kneeling in. "Yes Sir," she responded reluctantly. She removed her blouse, undershirt, skirt, and nylons. She knelt at the side of her bed. She waited for further direction, but he was silent. He paced back and forth behind her, making her uneasiness even more prevalent. Was she in the right spot? Had she forgotten something? She went over the request in her head again and again. It had probably only been a total of 2 minutes, but it felt like an eternity before he spoke again. "It seems we have some lessons to revisit, isn't that so pet?" "No Sir. I remember everything," she told him wanting to avoid any punishment. "Well then, that would mean you were deliberately disobeying downstairs, is that correct?" Shit, she'd totally walked right into that one, smart move, genius. She quietly replied, "Yes Sir." "I'm sorry I didn't quite hear you." "Yes Sir," she replied more audibly. He walked to the nightstand and took the rope. He went to the other side of the bed and tied it to the frame. "Stand up." She did as he requested. "Now I want you to lie on the bed, your feet over here, and your hands on the floor." By this point she totally knew where this was going. She was reluctant to move, but really what other choice did she have? She climbed onto the bed and placed her hands on the floor. Now she was basically holding half herself up. She felt him tying her feet together with the rope. He was gentle but not too gentle, making sure she got his point with the occasional rough tug of a knot. She wasn't about to be going anywhere. Once he was done he slapped her ass, which made her jump then stated, "I forgot something. I'll be right back." He left her there as he went back down to the kitchen to retrieve a pair of scissors. He returned making sure she could see him with the scissors and returned to his position at her feet. He straddled her and calmly explained, "I'm going to be using the scissors to cut your panties off." He then slid the cold steel against her bare skin and under one side of her panties. Then he did the same on the other side. He removed her panties and tossed them onto the floor. He ran his hands over the cheeks of her ass and slowly up her back. He reached her bra and unclasped it with one hand. He continued up her back until he reached the nape of her neck. He could feel her tensing under his touch, she knew what was coming. He wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed a bit, not enough to cut off any breathing or blood circulation, just enough to make her uncomfortable. "My precious pet," he started, "what am I to do with you?" He chuckled as the flush of thoughts of all the things he'd like to do to her swarmed into his mind. "I've been watching you for a few weeks now, and I must say I'm not very pleased." Her heart sank. What had she done? What displeased him so? Then, she wondered why she was feeling guilty at all. He was the one that left. He was the one that basically disappeared into thin air. No, she wouldn't feel guilty about anything she had or hadn't done. "Do you have nothing to say in your defence?" he asked. "No Sir. I have nothing at all to say to you," she stated making sure he would have no doubt she was pissed at him, due to her tone. "Alright, if that's the way you want it...," he trailed off. He intentionally left the sentence open. It allowed her room to ask questions, to be curious, to perhaps become concerned. Sometimes it would work in his favour, other times she was just too damn stubborn. He wondered which it would be tonight. She knew his tactics. She knew he had no idea why she was so angry with him. She knew he was trying to get her upset enough to start yelling at him, and in turn explaining how and why she was feeling the way she was. Then, he'd comfort her and tell her that she shouldn't be so upset. He would explain why she needed to be punished and follow through. The night would end with incredible sex and would he still be there in the morning? She wasn't about to give in, not this time. She wasn't going to fall for him again and then have her heart torn from her chest when he left. She had already made it through 6 months, there was no reason she couldn't continue living without him. She felt him get up off of her and the bed. She heard him walk towards the nightstand and then she heard the faint sound of the belt clasp, clinking. He wouldn't? He had never spanked her with anything but his hand in the past. It was one of those things that had just never really been pushed. Was he really going to use the belt now? As if in answer to her unspoken question, she felt the harsh lick of the leather against her ass. It was more shocking than painful, but she just knew before the night was through her ass would be a bright red and stinging. Another snap of the leather against her bare ass and she could already begin to feel the heat between her legs. She hadn't expected for her body to begin reacting so soon. Part of her realized that her body was already responding to him while in the kitchen, but she refused to acknowledge it then. Now, it was near impossible to think of anything else. All it would take is a light touch and he would know too, if he wasn't already aware. Another hot flash of the leather across her ass caused her to start squirming. She buried her face in the mattress and he knew it wouldn't be long before she started begging. Boy, how he'd missed the curves of her body, the silkiness of her skin, and the way she responded to each and every touch. He would be having fun tonight. He only hoped it'd be enough for her to beg him to stay. He'd stay this time. He'd stay forever if that's what she asked. He had had the most agonizing 6 months of his life while separated from her. He had no doubt she had gone through similar if not worse pain. He brought the belt down harder against her bare ass again. This time it left a small welt. He could hear her small scream into the mattress, even though he knew she was trying not to satisfy him with such a response. "Still have nothing to say in your defence, my pet?" he asked ever so calmly. Her response was quiet, timid but firm nonetheless, "No Sir." He allowed almost no time between her response and the next strike of the leather. Her small scream became a touch louder and he was sure he had made her start crying. He almost felt bad for her, almost. He picked up the pace of each strike but reduced the strength with which each connected to her bare ass. It would still be painful and it would still leave her ass with a nice red glow, but it wouldn't cause any permanent damage. "Sir, please," she was almost sobbing, "please stop." He had given her almost 25 lashes with the belt before she spoke. "Well, what do you have to say in your defence regarding my displeasure in what I have seen over the past few weeks?" he asked still gripping the belt tightly in his hand. "I don't know what I have done to displease you Sir. In my defence, I haven't done anything," she replied. He could tell from her voice she was unsure of her answer, but it was honest. "Then, why did you choose not to speak in your defence earlier?" he asked without letting on as to whether he was still upset or not. "I was upset at you Sir," she replied in such a quiet voice, he almost didn't hear her. He understood how could he not? Only an idiot wouldn't be able to admit to hurting someone like he had. He wanted her to talk about it, though. Tell him how she felt. They'd never get past this point if she didn't. "For what?" he asked in a demanding voice. That was all she needed. The sound of his voice demanding anything from her sent her into the rage that she'd been trying so hard to suppress. The only thing that she hadn't thought of at that moment was the fact she was still physically restricted. "For what!? How about for leaving without any notice! Or how about for not being able to tell me when or if you'd ever return! Or how about for showing up 6 months later and expecting everything to be perfectly okay and to begin right where you left off! I'm not some doll that lacks emotion! I have feelings, I have a life. I shared myself with you, and you just took it all without a second thought and left! How dare you return here demanding anything from me!" she was breathing very heavily by now. She wanted so badly to just get one good shot in. She didn't even care if she knocked him out, or broke her hand; she just wanted to hit him. How could one person make her so angry? The Weekend This story developed from a dinner conversation where we discussed writing an erotic story based around a travelogue. It has also been based loosely around a weekend that I experienced many years ago. I hope you enjoy it and I would love constructive comment. * It was nine o'clock when I arrived at the marina car par. Bobbin Head is a spectacular area perched on the bank of Cowan Creek, a deep waterway that flows down through a spectacular valley into Pittwater and Broken Bay. My lifelong friends Simon and his wife of four years Simone, had invited me on the weekend so that I could use my vast boating experience to take them cruising in their rented vessel. In return they promised to have a blind date for me. Now I had known Simon and Simone since kindergarten, our parents had houses in the same street and we were inseparable. Our parents were very well shod so there were no money problems. When we left university Simone commenced working as a Primary School teacher whilst Simon and I set up a very successful computer technology business. Grabbing a backpack and ice box, I walked down to the wharf, to what appeared a well-appointed forty foot cabin cruiser with a flying bridge. Stepping aboard, I made my way to a door into the main saloon. As I approached, I was met by a woman with a startlingly beautiful face, and burning eyes; she came towards me from the darkness into the light of the doorway. I saw for the first time the most beautiful woman on earth. We stopped, starring at each other; I was captivated, looking into those sable eyes like wet marbles gleaming behind canopies of thick dark lashes. I was totally smitten and I hoped we had a future. I just had to get to know her. My daydream was interrupted by the woman introducing herself as Anita. I held out my hand introducing myself and we stood there, holding hands, staring. Looking at Anita I thought that I could see a troubled expression, but then she smiled saying that it was great to meet me. Taking my backpack she led me into the galley where we placed the contents of my ice box into the fridge. She then took my bag down to a cabin. At that moment Simon entered from the foredeck and we started to discuss the weekend and where we were going. I reported that the weather was supposed to be very hot but fine, although we may come on a stiff nor-easter in Broken Bay; if that's the case I suggested we put back into Cowan Creek and go to an isolated beach that I know. Simon brightened up saying that there was a blues band playing at the pub in Refuge Bay later that evening. Agreeing to our itinerary I climbed onto the bridge and prepared to get under way. I was cruising carefully through the kaleidoscope of boats that were beads of bright color against the dark backdrop of the steep valley, when Anita slipped into the seat next to me. I saw that she had changed into a very brief yellow bikini. She said nothing as I worked my way through the fleet into the open water. On entering the main channel I glanced over at Anita; noticing her long dark brown hair framing her face with pointed chin and dark eyes. She was not tall being about five foot six with small perky breasts and wide hips. She would have been about 165 pounds and deeply tanned. "So where about in America are you from and what brought you to Australia?" I asked. She replied in a quiet soft accent. "I am not from America, I am Canadian and I was born in Edmonton. I was the only child and my parents were very wealthy and ridiculously religious and very strict. Although I was sent to a Catholic Girls High School and did well in my grades I had an unhappy childhood. Even after leaving school and enrolling at university I was under my parents yoke. One Sunday evening arriving back at my digs I told my roommate about my parent's. At the time I did not know she was lesbian but I had heard rumors. Comforting me, she kissed me and before I knew it we were on my bed making hot steamy love." "This may sound surprising but I had thought that I may be bisexual from my days at school. I used to have strange fantasies about one of my girlfriends. Tiffany and I were lovers throughout university, and when we left I was given a job teaching at a primary school in Vancouver. As soon as my contract period was concluded I made application to immigrate to Australia." I was amazed at her story and the hardship that she had obviously undergone and was transfixed by her soft sing song dialogue. "How long have you been out here?" "Nine months. I made application to teach at a school in Australia. I was sent to the same Primary School that Simone teaches at. That is how I got to know them." "Do you like it out here? "Oh yes it is a beautiful country and the people are so friendly. I love the climate, it is so warm after the climate of Canada, although I found the heat of summer a bit daunting at first, but now that I am acclimatised I have grown to love it as you can observe from my tan. Teachers are better paid over here and prices are comparable." "I have known Simon and Simone since we were in kindergarten we are lifelong friends." "Yes Simone told me when she invited me on this weekend. To be honest I was a bit hesitant at first because I had never been out with a man before. Simone said that of all the men she knew you were the most open, most considerate and that I could trust you emphatically. When I first saw you come through the door I felt a sort of charge, almost like an electric shock. Oh God what have I said?" "I smiled and said, "Don't worry about it I won't tell if you don't." "I don't understand what is happening and yet I do know that I can talk to you with confidence. I know that you realize that Simone is bi. She and I have an itinerant relationship going and it was on one of these weekends that she convinced me to come along. " By this time we had arrived at the entrance to Broken Bay. As I had suggested there was a stiff nor-easter blowing and the water changed from flat calm to a grey windswept sea. The waves, with white spume blowing off were sweeping across the bay in front of the wind. The boat responded, starting to buck and roll into the sea throwing spray over the foredeck. Turning up into the Hawkesbury River we started to roll badly against the violence of the sea. Simon came onto the bridge and we both agreed to put back into Refuge Bay. I suggested that we anchor off the pub and take the boat to the beach. When we arrived Simone and Simon went to change, leaving Anita and me in the saloon. Sidling up to me she said "let's stay here; we really need to talk further." After the boat had left we grabbed a bottle of bubbly on the way and settled in the saloon, Anita sitting opposite me in a comfortable chair her blazing eyes staring unabashed into mine. We sat there for some minutes just looking into each others eyes until Anita spoke. "I am glad I came on this weekend. I almost didn't and then I would never have met you. So you work with Simon is that right?" "Yes Anita, four years ago Simon and I set up Gondwana Computer Technology. We represent a number of computer manufactures and also service computers as well as set up and design computing networks for businesses. It has been very good to us and we are now employing 200 people nationwide." "WOW that is amazing well done I am impressed. So Simon married Simone at the time you set up your business?" "Yes that's right; we had been running for six months when they got married." "Why haven't you gotten married? A fine person like you I would have thought the girls would have been fighting over you." "Oh I don't know I am just a computer geek who is always found with his head in some network. I suppose I have never found the time." "Well you are not going to pass me off that easily I promise you that. Hehe, Oh fuck there it is, I have opened my big mouth again." Smiling, I looked into her face taking in her features, recognizing the unbridled lust in her wondrous eyes. It was a natural lust not one just brought on by the need for sex. There was an embarrassing silence, as we looked at each other, I poured her another glass of bubbly and we sipped our drinks and contemplated each other. As we looked I recognized the stirrings down below of my phallus of love making it known that it was looking forward to some action. I brought my knees together willing it to calm down as it started to tent my board shorts. As I did this Anita slipped over to me and wrapped her arm over my shoulders, her warm naked skin creating even greater swelling down below. She leaned towards me, her lips brushing mine as we briefly kissed, our lips rubbing against each other as they experimented, exploring the boundaries. I pulled back, looking deep into her dark smoldering eyes, questioning where we were going, what we were doing. She held my gaze with a burning desire of lust that was only too recognizable in her erotic eyes. I lent into her taking her lips in mine capturing them and sliding my tongue along their smooth surface, tasting the sweat on her upper lip and feeling my organ of love pulse. She started to kiss hungrily her mouth closing urgently over mine as our kiss became deeper and more urgent. Anita moaned into my mouth as she felt the heat of the moment and yet, when my hand cupped her bikini covered breast, feeling the erect nipple through the thin fabric she pulled back with a gasp. "Shit, what are we doing, we have only known each other for a mere five hours and here we are getting ready to do it. Let's slow down I am not ready for this. I need to kiss you but that's it, please!" "OK that's fine with me, I am sorry, my hands went into overdrive." We sat back sipping our wine refilling our glasses and contemplated what was happening. "Look I am sorry but ever since I met Tiffany I have steered away from men and yet have always had a need to be within their company. I just couldn't trust them and when your hand went onto my breast my mind went into overload and crashed. I appreciate it that you recognized this and retired. Thank you so much what Simone said to me is true you are considerate." With that she lent back in and took my lips in hers, kissing me, as I let her take the lead and direct the traffic. Our kiss became deeper again and more urgent but I willed my hands to remain at my side and allow Anita to decide what and if she wanted to take it further. Our kiss became steamier and we were lying back on the couch Anita beside me locked at the mouth. Our tongues were slipping and sliding, in the erotic waltz of love. Tasting, touching and slipping over and around each other, as she moaned quietly into my mouth and her hands wrapped behind my neck trapping me. Our kissing continued like this until we heard the motor of the returning boat so we hastily parted and continued to sip the last of our dead Campaign. When Simone entered the saloon she looked enquiringly at Anita with a smile on her face giving me a ridiculous feeling of guilt. "So are we ready to go over to the pub and have dinner, and take in the music? It really is a good band Simon and I heard them about a month ago." Anita and I got up and followed Simon and Simone to our cabins and changed into jeans and a shirt for the evening. Putting on a pair of boat shoes I was waiting in the saloon when the others entered. Anita was wearing a red shift that really complemented her good looks. I felt the stirrings of my man meat moving in expectation. The evening was pleasant and relaxed Simon and Simone got up to dance leaving Anita and me sitting sipping our bourbons and making small talk. Feeling as though I should make the first move I asked her if she would like to dance. She quickly stood up. "I never thought you would ask; I love to dance." We went onto the dance floor with about a dozen other patrons and Anita closed in, putting her head on my shoulder as we swayed to the music not really moving in beat with it, more just walking against each other as I smelled the aroma of her perfume as my semi hard dick stirred to life again. We continued to sway like this until the band announced that the evening was about to close it was 11.45pm and the night was clear and bright from the full moon which lit the water with its soft luminous light. Arriving back on board Simon and Simone went straight to their cabin leaving Anita and me standing in the saloon. We percolated a coffee and settled back discussing the evening's activities. Anita slid over to me and hugged me. "I have had the most wonderful evening, the company, the food the music and the dancing were simply dreamy thank you." In turn I hugged her and my mouth closed over hers our lips clashing our tongues rolling across each other exploring, tasting, and feeling as we relaxed back into the emotion of the moment. We lolled back on the couch in each others arms as we felt the passion rising within us. My cock moving below as it recognized the possibilities of the night. We lay there kissing deeply, Anita moaning into my mouth as her hand lay on my thigh, her fingers not far from my now steel hard cock. Our kiss continued and her hand moved up and down my thigh caressing it slowly getting closer to my sex. She pulled back from our kiss and looked me in the eye saying, "I want to see it, and I want to touch my first cock. Her hand reached across, taking me through my shorts feeling the hardness, of my long thick boner. She looked at me enquiringly before her hand went down through the band of my board shorts and onto my throbbing pile driver. Her warm inexperienced hand just held it, feeling it and then moved down its smooth length to my hot nuts, rolling over them, feeling their weight before moving back up my velvety hard cock. Sliding up to the head and feeling around the helmet touching the sensitive skin making me suck in as she did so. She looked at me, her eyes asking and I said yes it is very sensitive around there. So her hand continued to slide around exploring her cock. I pulled back, her hand coming out of my shorts, as I slid them down and off my ankles with my underwear, leaving me naked from the waist down exposing my cock to Anita's inquisitive gaze. She gasped, my God its huge, this is the first time I have ever seen a male sex organ. Her hand returned to it feeling along it sliding over the head massaging up and down, her grip becoming firmer and more confident, realizing that she was giving me pleasure. I lay back, allowing her to work on her first hard penis. I encouraged her, telling her to use her other hand and massage my nuts. She did so and I felt the early strings deep down in my balls of an approaching orgasm. She was lost in the moment her hand sliding along my shaft her fingers rolling over my nuts as I gasped sucking in air feeling the pleasure shooting through me. My cock and balls began to swell as the approaching orgasm rumbled through my nuts and sprang up my shaft pumping over Anita's hand and thigh. I pulled her up and kissed her deeply our tongues writhing against each other as my hand slid down to the twin mounds of her perky breasts heaving beneath her skimpy shift. She was not wearing a bra so I cupped them and started to manipulate the nipples through the sheer fabric. She moaned as my hands scraped over her nipples sending shock waves of pleasure to her pussy. I slid my hand up under her shift to her breasts kneading them, touching, scraping, feeling as they hardened and Anita's breath started to come in short gasps. She lifted her butt of the couch and I raised her shift up over her head and onto the deck where it lay defeated. Looking at her I took in the small perfectly formed twin mounds of her perky breasts the nipples swollen and peaking high. Her tanned skin leading down to her yellow panty covered mound. On her right breast she had a tattoo of a vine winding from her nipple down around her breast and then swaying across her torso down and under her panties. She saw me looking at it saying, "So do you like my tat, I designed it myself." I nodded and said "Yes I like all artistic body art. I find it strangely erotic because it links your two erogenous zones." She smiled going slightly pink as she did so. Thank you I have always enjoyed painting and designing. I did this at university just after Tiffany and I became an item. I pulled her into me and crushed my mouth to hers kissing her urgently, deeply as my hand went to her breast covering it, feeling it, pinching her nipple, feeling it swell against my touch. She moaned and continued to kiss, her hand returning to the scene of her previous action. She slid her hand up my hardening cock as I kissed her my tongue doing a slow waltz around her mouth. My hand was at her breast tweaking her hard puffy nipple. She was moaning as I took one one nipple in my mouth sucked it up nipping it lightly making her whimper with emotion. Her hand was sliding up my now hard throbbing cock, as I nipped and teased her puffy nipples, sucking them through my teeth hearing her mewl with pleasure of the promise to come. I lowered a hand to her panties and slid them slowly down off her hips over her thighs and lower legs to her ankles where she kicked them off to where they lay in sublime defeat. I then removed my shorts and we walked the short distance down the lonely corridor to her cabin and fell across her queen bed my hand cupping her hairless mound as she clung to my erection still sliding up it. My hand pressed into her pussy as she moaned her passion feeling the electric charges going from her nipples down through her stomach to her wet pussy. My fingers slid down her gash to her arse and back up to her little hard penis like projection pushing from beneath its protective covering. Taking it in my fingers and squeezing hard she bucked up at me screaming her lust as she felt the erotic charges of race through her sodden cunt. She flung her arms across the bed gripping the coverall as her legs flew apart giving me total possession of her sex. I drove two fingers into her through her wet silken folds and deep into her pussy. She moaned as she felt her stomach suck up against the hot charges of sexual emotion racing deep in her pussy. "Oh for fucks sake, take me, take me but be careful you are my first." I rose up over her my hard nine inches of red throbbing cock pointed at her virgin cunt. Slowly, looking into her dark eyes I moved down towards my target and placed my cock at her entrance. Resting there letting her feel it at her deep wet entrance. With one fluid motion I drove into her, sliding down until I arrived at her barrier and stopped again looking into her eyes and asking if she really wanted this. "Oh for fucks sake take it, rip through it and fuck me." I slid quickly through her hymen and on into the steamy depths of her wet cunt as she gasped in the pain and ecstasy knowing that she was no longer a virgin. She was gasping as she felt the force of my long hard thick phallus spread her wet cunt, as she felt the beginnings of her first orgasm with a man begin to rumble deep within her. As I continued to fuck her tight wet pussy she felt it start at the core of her body and then rushing through her arms and legs, erupting back into the center of her sex like a Vesuvius bursting out its hot molten lava. I could feel her body contracting and releasing so fast that she was struggling to breathe. Her screams of erotic lust continued for an age as she came and came as it gushed from her, over her thighs onto the mattress. At last she flopped back on the bed with a deep satisfied look on her face, a look of complete submissive relaxation. It was an hour later that she rolled towards me and kissed me deep and hard her tongue slipping in over my teeth. She then looked me in the eye and said quietly and simply; thank you, that was beautiful, although I can't believe we have done this only a day after meeting, but what the fuck, it was the most beautiful thing that I have ever done. I hugged her to me and we lay there on the bed, arm in arm and slept the deep satisfied sleep of lovers. The Weekend It was early in the morning that we woke and started to kiss quietly our tongues rolling slowly around and over as our hands felt, explored, touched and fondled. I pressed onto her small breast pushing it down feeling it flatten against me as Anita groaned and pushed towards me: her hand sliding over my hard throbbing cock. She pulled away from me before sliding down to my cock looking at it before taking it into her mouth and sucking as her hands rubbed over my nipples. Her inexperienced mouth salivating on my cock and slipping up and down, her tongue licking around the sensitive head as her other hand squeezed my balls. She continued to pump my phallus as I felt my balls tighten as they pumped their reservoir of love into her mouth. I rolled onto her spread thighs and my mouth went down, my tongue forcing entry to her cunt, as my fingers flicked her sensitive clit, the swollen nub bursting through Anita's sodden pussy. She screamed and her butt pressed up at me trying to get deeper penetration, as my tongue slid in the silken folds of her wet pussy. Tasting the sweet nectar of her love juice as it swirled around her tunnel of love making her gasp and pump her butt up against my invading organ. I felt het tighten her thighs, grasping my head, her cries become more urgent and then she screamed. "Oh fuck, Oh God I am cuuuuuuummmming as her pussy pulsed hard against my tongue and I tasted the sweet eruption of her love as it washed and gushed from her, soaking my beard in her juice. We fell back on the bed and slept in each others arms, Anita's head on my chest listening to the rhythmic beat of my heart, her leg draped across me in gay abandon. We slept the sleep of the dead, waking up when the sun was high in the eastern sky. Dressing in shorts and Anita putting her bikini top on we walked down to the saloon and found Simon and Simone sitting drinking freshly brewed coffee and eating a fruit salad. We served ourselves and poured a coffee in silence before sitting down with them and silently eating our late breakfast. After we had dined Anita hugged Simone thanking her for insisting she came on the weekend. An hour later we upped anchor and cruised out of the bay making our way back to the marina and civilization. Anita sitting next to me on the bridge as we cruised up stream passing other traffic as it cruised towards the bay. Arriving at the marina we unpacked cleaned the boat and prepared to drive home. Anita coming in my car as we drove back to Sydney discussing when she could get out of her lease and move into my house. The Weekend Friday. Part 1. She walked across the rear deck of the ferry, the wind was blowing into her face but warm and refreshing after the long day at work. Now she could relax and unwind as she headed across the sound towards home. The sea and the weekend stretched out before her and she knew she had no plans for the weekend and was looking forward to it, and as she pondered on the non plans she had she smiled to herself. That's when she saw him staring right at her and smiling back his deep brown eyes boring into her, and she blushed, turned and walked off. Wandering around the ferry she started to formulate a plan for dinner that night, but every time she stopped she thought about the man. Staring and smiling at her, why? why did it make her feel so......so nervous? excited? Exhilarated. Yes that was it. His short dark hair, trimmed goatee, smart suit and brown eyes. Those eyes, like they knew something. She strolled over to the railings and breathed in the warm sea air lost in her thoughts when...... 'It's beautiful, isn't it' said the voice from behind her making her jump a little. She turned to face the voice and saw him, the staring man, and she stood there dumb struck and blushing once more. 'Beautiful' he said again with a smile and an accent, a soft voice and an English accent. His words rang around her head, beautiful? Did he mean me, the view, the ferry, her head was swimming and all she could muster was a quiet 'Yes, yes it is' as she blushed even more and became aware of a warm feeling growing deep inside her as his smile grew bigger and he introduced himself. His name was Simon and he was here in the US on business he explained to her as they had a conversation. Not that you could call her side of the conversation much more than a yes, no and more blushing, what was it about him that made her feel so alive. The conversation continued like that as he told her how he had a meeting that evening and would be returning on the ferry the next morning and she felt a sudden pang that she would never see him again. He looked into her eyes and as if he saw what was going on inside her he took a half step towards her and spoke in his beautiful English accent. 'Perhaps I may stay on, if there was something to stay around for' and a wry smile crossed his lips as his hand reached out towards her. She stood motionless unable to move as he brushed her cheek with his warm hand, it felt good but it didn't stop there. His hand slowly moved down her neck and she didn't, couldn't move. Down he moved further across her partially exposed collarbone and further again tracing the contour of her left breast. Oh my gosh she thought, stood there on the deck of the ferry being fondled by a man she didn't even know and not stopping him. Part of her didn't want to stop him but more worrying was the part that couldn't stop him, as his hand moved lower from her breast slowly across her tummy. He moved closer still and bowed his head down towards her cheek as his hand pushed at the material of her skirt between her legs and as she felt a rush of fire spreading through her he kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered into her ear. 'I'm going to say this once to you' his voice was soft and kind 'I want you to go to the bathroom and remove your panties. There is no need to protest as I can see it in your eyes that you want to do as I say.' She didn't move or speak as he continued, was she even breathing she couldn't say she was paralysed by his words. 'Once you have removed them wrap them around your business card, making sure your number and address are on it too. Then return here and hand them to me.' His words, his voice rang through her head as she stood still for the shortest of moments before she spoke. 'Yes Sir' she said politely, turned and headed for the bathroom. She slowly walked back from the bathroom a feeling of embarrassment and excitement running though her, and in her hand folded tightly around her business card were her panties. She couldn't believe she had done it, just as he asked with no arguments, it just wasn't her. She was a successful, independent woman but she knew she had to do it. The way he spoke to her, not in any way threatening but sure and authoritative she felt compelled to comply with his words. She found him standing in a quiet spot near the rear of the ferry looking back towards the city in the distance. She walked up behind him and held out her hand as she spoke, 'Here you are Sir' He turned and smiled as he took the panties from her hand, removed the card and slipped the panties into the inner breast pocket of his jacket. He flipped the card round in his fingers reading it before pocketing it also, 'Thank you Susan, why don't you come stand here by the railings' and he gestured for her to move to where he stood. She did just as he asked and she stared out to the city as he moved behind her and slipped his hands around her waist pulling himself close against her. She stood there sandwiched between him and the railings as she felt his breath on her neck before a number of soft kisses were placed there. 'Are you scared Susan?' He asked. 'No Sir' his voice so calm and enticing. 'Good, there is no need to be scared. I'm not a monster or lunatic of that you can rest assured. I'm just a man who knows what he wants and right now Susan that is you. Is that ok?' More kisses fell on her neck and one of his hands was gently caressing her breasts. 'Yes Sir, that is ok' With that he pulled her closer, one hand still circling her breast occasionally pulling at her now hard nipples as his other hand moved down and slipped and into the band of her skirt. Her heart was racing and the fire inside her burned even hotter, she was giving up control and relinquishing herself to him without so much as an objection. His kisses fell on her neck more as his hand moved across the small mound of pubic hair that sat above her now aching pussy. 'If you ever want me to stop you need only say so Susan and I will' Her head was swimming now, she could stop him if she wanted. She only had to say. Here she was in this incredible situation being touched by a man she didn't know in a public place and if there was ever a chance to end this it was now. She spoke as his kisses continued 'Thank you Sir. I understand' She was his now, she knew it and he had known it from the first moment he saw her. Then he touched her. She knew it was coming but it still made her breathing stop for just a second. His fingers traced over the soft folds of her now swollen and moist pussy and as her did she parted her legs slightly allowing him to explore her. All the time his kisses never stopped and his fingers ran the length of her warm slit before ever so gently pushing past her lips and into her aching hole. She was overwhelmed by the feeling of him fingering her and almost came immediately as he slid his finger as deep as he could into her wet pussy. Before he would slide out and trace her swollen lips again and rub her clit gently and then push his fingers back inside her. She was going to cum, she knew it but she couldn't believe it as normally it would take so much more to drive her to the edge but this wasn't a normal situation. The speed of his fingers increased slightly as if he knew how close she was, fingering her and rubbing her clit, as her warm juices covered his hand. She began to shake as it built deep within her and he used his free hand to support her weight as he fingered her soaking pussy as hard as he could. She shook hard and her knees buckled slightly as an incredibly intense orgasm ripped through her body rocking her to her very core, cumming hard over his fingers and hand. Her mind was gone, lost and she felt nothing could bring her back to her senses until something did pull her back as the tannoy announced their arrival in the port. She slowly regained her balance as he removed his hand from inside her skirt and turned her round to face him, he looked at her flushed face and into her eyes before pulling her close and kissing her full on the lips his tongue touching hers. 'I have to go' he said 'my meeting will not wait' and he smiled at her. 'I'll be in touch soon Susan, please be ready for me' He moved to leave as she answered him 'Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. The Weekend It finally happened. My wife and I finally got a weekend at home by ourselves. My parents had called and wanted to keep the kids this upcoming weekend. I told them that that was fine and made the appropriate plans. My wife was to bring the kids to my parents' house after she got off work, as I worked later than she did. Later, we decided that we would just catch a movie on Friday night and just relax around the house for the remainder of the weekend. We knew that this was not an extremely romantic plan, but we really needed a weekend to just relax. We would meet my parents Sunday for lunch and to get the children back. That was the agreed upon plan. My wife, however, had decided to make this weekend unforgettable. When I arrived home Friday evening, I was greeted at the door with a deep, passionate kiss from my wife. The only thing that she had on was her terry-cloth robe. I quickly stepped the doorway and shut the door behind me, not once removing my lips from hers. I opened up her robe to reveal her beautiful breasts. I put an arm around her and pulled her closer to me as we continued to kiss. My other arm fell between her legs and gently started to rub her. She then started to undo my pants. She then jerked my pants and underwear to the floor and started stroking me. Soon, we were both naked and making love in the middle of the living room floor. Once we recovered, we decided that we should get some showers before we left for the theater. On our way to the bathroom my wife asked me if I was feeling a little adventurous tonight. Had I been in my right mind at the time, I would have suspected something. What I told her was that I was up for anything that she might have planned for the evening. With that, she gave my butt a gentle rub and reached up to give me a quick kiss. Before we got into the shower, I was informed that all of my body hair had to go. She then started smearing this cream all over my body and told me to stand still while she got the water ready. Once the water was ready, she told me that I could go ahead and rinse off the cream. I hopped in and rinsed the cream and my bodily hair down the drain. Just as I finished rinsing the stuff off, she joined me in the shower and said that I looked much better without all that hair. We then decided to wash one another and that I should go first. While I washed her, I made sure to spend extra time in certain "key" areas that I felt needed the extra attention. She then showed her appreciation when it was her turn. She took her time washing my nether regions and insured their cleanliness by giving them a good tongue bath. We eventually emerged from the shower and my wife told me that I should go ahead and shave my face while she located our clothes. I told her that as long as the night continued its current course of action that I would be happy to. We dried off, donned our robes, and set about our appointed tasks. I was just finishing up, when my wife came in holding her clothes and told me that mine were on the bed. She said that we would get dressed quicker if we done it in separate rooms. I told her that was fine and headed through the door. As soon as I looked on the bed I realized why my body was hairless. On the bed lay a lacey black bra, matching panties, a short khaki skirt, a shirt, a pair of white sandals, and a closed box. I started to protest, but she reminded me that I said that I was up for anything. Being a man of word, I reluctantly told her okay. She then urged me to go ahead and put on what I could and that she would help with the items that I couldn't manage on my own. With that, she went into the bathroom and shut the door. The first thing that I had to do was find out what was in the box. Inside I found a pair of falsies. Apparently she planned on making this as realistic as possible. I put on the clothes she had laid out for me. Yes, I even managed the bra. I had seen her put them on backwards and turn them around. So I figured that I could do the same. For some reason I found that getting dressed in these things was really turning me on. Shortly after I finished getting dressed, my wife entered and whistled her approval. I turned to see hear wearing a short dress that just almost touched her knees and a pair of sandals similar to the ones that were on my feet. She had already applied her makeup and her hair was pulled up with a clip. She was looking extremely hot and I told her that I wanted her right then. She smiled and said that there would be plenty of time for that later. She told me that she had to finish getting me ready. I followed her back to the bathroom where she applied my makeup. She even painted my fingernails and toenails. She then pulled my shoulder length brown hair back into a simple ponytail and tied a ribbon at its base. Then she handed me a pair of clip-on hoops to put on while she grabbed me a purse. She decided that it would be best if she drove and I agreed. We then headed for the car. Once we arrived at the drive-in theater, we found a parking spot and decided to just relax and listen to the radio while we waited for the movie to start. As the sun went down, my wife's hand started sliding up my skirt. She looked at with a smirk on her face and said that this was why she wanted me dressed the way I was. She then slid my panties to one side and pulled out my manhood. She gently started stroking me to the rhythm of the music. I reached over, slid my hand under dress, and discover that she wasn't wearing any panties. She just grinned and said: "See, easy access." As I went to slide my finger into her, I discovered that she was already rather damp. It wasn't long before we had worked each other into a fever pitch. We quickly decided that we should behave ourselves like good little girls and actually watch the movie that was about to start. That lasted for about two minutes before we were at it again. We went back and forth bringing each other to point of climax without actually achieving it throughout the entire movie. As the second movie was getting ready to start, we decided that it would be best if we went home and continued out extra-curricular activities in private. After we got home, we decided to get some quick showers separately before the festivities began. As I was getting out of the shower, my wife handed me a bag, said that I should put on what was inside, and to put my hair up in pigtails. I told her that I would and headed toward the bedroom. I opened up the bag to find a light blue babydoll with a matching pair of panties and two strips of light blue ribbon. I put on the lingerie and put my hair up as instructed. I even tied the ribbons into nice little bows at the base of each pigtail. I decided to watch a little television while I waited on my wife to emerge from the shower. I was still flipping through the channels when my wife came into the room wearing a lavender chemise and matching robe. She smiled at me seductively and told me that I looked cute in my new outfit. She came over and gave me a long passionate kiss. That was when I realized that she was trying to hide something from me. I looked down and noticed an unusual bulge between her legs. I reached out and discovered that she was wearing a strap-on dildo. She then grabbed me by my pigtails, lowered my head to the tip of her phallus, and told me to go down on her like she does me. I started bobbing my head up and down on her pole as she moaned her approval. Once she was properly aroused, she pulled me up, removed my panties, and pushed me onto the bed. She then spread my legs and slid her cock into my butt. I screamed at the sudden invasion of my anus. Once I was used to the invader, she started slowly working her way in and out of me. Before long, I was moaning with pleasure. She started building up speed and I started begging for more. I had never felt anything like this and hoped that it would never stop. Just as she was reaching her climax, I exploded and shot my juices all over the both of us. She continued to have her way with me until she finished her orgasm. She then pulled out of me and collapsed next to me. We both just lay there until we started to recover. She slipped out of her harness and started to manually and orally bring me back to life. I murmured my approval as she continued to polish my pole. Once I was back to my full length and girth, she pulled me on top her and told me that she needed me inside her now. Unfortunately, it didn't take near as long to hit our second climax as we would have liked. After we hit the second time, I almost collapsed onto her and we both fell soundly asleep until morning. I awoke the next morning with a slight throbbing in my anus from the pounding that it took the night before. I quietly slid out of bed and headed toward the bathroom and a shower. As I entered the bathroom, I had to stifle a chuckle at the image in the mirror. Here I was in a wrinkled light blue babydoll, untied ribbons hanging from pigtails that were now loose, and dried cum on my belly. I went ahead and let my hair down and laid the ribbons on the counter before relieving myself and hopping in the shower. As I was finishing up my shower, I started to wonder if last night was the start of a theme for the weekend or if it was a one-time deal. About that time, I heard the bathroom door open and was soon joined by my wife. She pulled me close for a kiss and then asked me if I was okay with what we had done last night. I told her that I had and that I enjoyed myself a lot more than I thought I would. She smiled and said that was good, because she was hoping that her new girlfriend would stay for the rest of the next day and a half. I smiled at her and said that I was sure she would. With that I was rewarded with a deep kiss. She pulled away after a few moments and I could see the lust in her eyes. She came closer and started rubbing my nether regions. Leaned up into my ear and told me that I needed to take her right then. Who was I to argue with her? We hastily made our way out to the bed, still dripping from the shower. I don't think either of us had been that eager since our wedding night. As we recovered, we decided that if I was going to be her girlfriend for the weekend that we need to come up with a feminine name for me. We decided on Allison or Ally for short. My wife then told me that I should stay in bed until she got her shower and got dressed before I got rinsed off and dressed. Then she would do my hair and makeup before we went to fix breakfast. She reappeared from the bathroom in a floral sun dress that almost came down to her knees and white sandals. Her hair pulled back from her face with a small clip. She had small hoop earrings in and minimal makeup on. She said she wanted to be feminine, but comfortable. I told her that if she got uncomfortable that I would be more than happy to help her out of her clothes. She smirked and told me that that wasn't very lady like of me. I laughed and asked her if I looked like a lady to her. She said no, but that would soon change. She then told me that it was my turn. So, I got up and went to rinse off. When I stepped out of the shower, my wife was there waiting on me. She told me to dry off and put my hair up in a towel while I got dressed and she did my makeup. As I finished drying off, she handed me some pink satin and lace boyshorts and a matching bra. Then, she handed me the falsies from last night. Next, she handed me a pink cotton wrap-styled dress. I asked her if she was going for some kind of theme. She just said that she thought that she would make sure that I would feel as feminine as possible today. I told her that she was doing a good job of that. She then handed me the white sandals that I had worn the night before. Now that I was fully dressed, she sat me down in a chair and started working on my makeup. I didn't need to shave since my facial hair grows slowly and I had shaved that night before. Once she was done with the makeup, she undid the towel on my head and got to work on my hair. She started blow drying my hair and I kind of zoned out for awhile. Part of me was wondering how I let myself get talked into this and part of me was just enjoying the moment and all the pampering. The next thing I knew she told me she was done and to look in the mirror. She had French-braided my hair and left some face-framing tendrils fall on either side of my face. She had even woven in some small pink ribbon into the braid and used the ends to tie off a bow at end of the braid. With the makeup and hair done, I no longer saw myself, but an attractive woman staring at me in the mirror. I was speechless at the job she had done. I was taken out of my trance by the rumble from my stomach. My wife laughed and she guessed it was time fix breakfast. I had to agree, but before we went to the kitchen she attached the earrings from last night and placed a silver heart-shaped pendant necklace around my neck. She then gave me quick peck on the cheek and said that she thought that I was beautiful. I just blushed and thanked her. Saturdays are usually my day to fix breakfast and this day was no exception. Well, there were a couple of changes to the normal routine besides my feminine appearance. On this day everyone in the house was already awake. Usually the kids come in about halfway through and go watch cartoons until I finish. My wife usually comes in right as I'm finishing up. Today, however, she sat at the kitchen bar and we made small talk while I set about getting things going. I have to admit that I rather enjoyed the feel of the dress swishing about as I moved around in the kitchen getting things set up. I didn't really notice it the night before while in the skirt. That probably had to do with my fear of being seen by the neighbors and the fact I basically just walked to the car and back. Now, however, I was relaxed and doing a lot more moving about than the night before. It was kind of trippy to see and feel my "breasts" bouncing while I moved around, too. I also noticed my wife staring at my rear from time to time whenever she thought I wasn't paying attention. I don't know if she knew that I saw her, but I have to admit that it was a bit of a turn-on for me to know that she was checking me out like that. While I was working on getting the skillet hot, I heard my wife yell for me to wait a second. I gave her a funny look and asked why. She said that I needed an apron on before I started cooking anything. I must have given her a funny look again, because she went on tell me that the reason I needed an apron was so that I didn't mess up my pretty pink dress. I told her that we don't own any aprons, but that I would be extra careful. She thought for a second and finally agreed with me. A few minutes later, we were sitting at the dining room eating our eggs, bacon, and toast. After breakfast, we decided to go relax on the couch and watch some TV. We didn't quite get that far, though. My wife was behind me and told me that my butt had been driving her crazy all morning and she was going to have to have some of it soon. I decided to play along. I looked back at her, raised the hem of the dress a little, and told her that she could have as much as she wanted. That was all it took for her pounce. We were soon making out like teenagers on the couch. After a few minutes, she pulled away and told me that she would be right back. She came back with tent under her dress. I told her that I had just the place for her to put that thing. Within moments, I was bent over the arm of the couch with my dress hiked up and my panties in the floor. She had her hands on my hips and was having her way with me. I was moaning in pleasure. I never thought that I would enjoy having my backdoor used like this, but now I don't think I could ever get enough. The night before it was enjoyable, but this morning it was even better. I could also tell that she seemed to be enjoying it more this morning, too. When my wife hit hers, she slammed her member deep inside me as she pulled my hips tight towards hers. She then undid her harness while still leaving me filled, had me lean back on the couch, and went down on me. She bobbed up and down on me while working the dildo in and out my anus. Needless to say, it didn't take long before I filled her mouth with my cream. She left the dildo in me as she crawled into my lap, grabbed my face, and passionately kissed me. It was then that I realized that she hadn't swallowed my load. I found my mouth getting filled with my own cream. It wasn't as bad as would have thought it would be and she made sure that I swallowed it before she released me. As she pulled away, she told me that she might have to have me again real soon. I told her that she could have me anytime she wanted. With that she laughed and called me a slut. I just grinned and told her that I was her slut. She smiled and told me that we were each other's sluts. At that I had to laugh. We soon got ourselves put back together and cuddled up next to one another on the couch. After awhile, my wife asked me to sit in the floor so that she could play with my hair. I said okay and got into position. Part of me didn't want her to undo the braided look that I was currently wearing, but the other part was curious to see what she would with my hair next. Plus it always feels awesome when she plays with my hair. If her fingers are messing with my hair, I have no worries. This time was no exception. As my wife was messing with my hair, she started chatting about various things. She mentioned several different things that she might do with my hair that would be cute. She mentioned a couple of times about how much she would like to see me as a red-head. She started musing about how if we had more time that she would totally take me to the salon to get my hair dyed and to get us both manicures and pedicures. She was really getting excited about having a girls' day. In the back of mind, I was thought that that would be cool, but wondered when we would get a chance to do something like that. Before I knew it, it was lunch time and I was now sporting a high ponytail with the pink ribbons tied in a bow at the base. It wasn't as ornate as the braid, but I thought it still looked good. She even left the tendrils loose on either side of my face like she did with the braided look. I rather enjoyed the way my hair swayed as I moved my head. Usually, if my hair is in a ponytail, it is low. So, this was a nice change. She told me that she wanted to do something different with my hair, but that she didn't have anything else to use. I assured her that it was fine and that she could always change it later. I got up and was smoothing out my dress when she asked me where I wanted to go for lunch. I had panic course through my body at the thought of being out in public during daylight hours dressed like I was. It was one thing to dress like this at home or at night where I stayed in the car, but I just knew someone would find me out if I went out dressed like this during the day. We lived in a small town. So, I just knew someone would figure it out. She must have seen the stark terror in my eyes, because she took me by my hands and looked up at me with her big brown eyes and told me that everything was going to be okay. She then told me that she had worded the question wrong. What she meant to say was that she was going to go get lunch and wanted to know where I wanted lunch from. It felt like someone had taken a load of bricks off of my shoulders. She then smiled and said that one day she would like to show off her new girlfriend, but that our hometown was not the place for that. I finally got my heart rate back down to normal and placed my lunch order. While my wife was gone, I took the opportunity to walk around the house and enjoy the swishing of the dress and ponytail. I'm pretty sure that I twirled around a bit to further magnify the experience. I just couldn't believe the turn of events that had led to me being dressed completely en femme parading around the house while I waited for my wife to bring home lunch. It was then that I realized just how crazy the weekend had been so far and the fact that both of us were not only okay with things, but they we were really enjoying ourselves. It also hit me just how little time I had left to be Allison and the fact that I didn't know when, if ever, I could be her again. I sat down in my recliner, kicked my sandals off, pulled my feet up under me, and decided that I would just enjoy the ride for as long as it would last. The Weekend A few minutes later I heard my wife pull into out driveway. Without thinking, I hopped up out of the recliner and went out barefoot to go help her bring in the food. It wasn't until I felt the wind blow across my legs and up my dress that I realized what I had done. It was too late to do anything about it now. So, I did my best to act naturally and helped my wide-eyed wife in with lunch. Once we were inside, she started giving me a hard time about how she thought that I didn't want to risk being seen by the neighbors. When I started to defend myself, she got the giggles. She soon regained her composure and we sat down to eat lunch. During lunch, my wife told me that she wanted us to go out of town to have dinner. Before I could say anything, she told me that she wanted to go with Ally. She also said that she had something special in mind that she wanted us to do while we were out of town. I hesitated for a little bit, but eventually agreed to her requests. Her eyes lit up when I agreed. She then told me that I would not regret it and jumped up to give me a big kiss. My wife then looked me right in the eyes and told me that she wanted me inside of her right then. So we hastily made our way to the couch. I started to take my dress off and she said that she wanted me to leave it on. She then yanked off my panties and pushed me onto the couch. She then pulled her panties off, hiked up her dress, straddled me and impaled herself on me. She was soon grinding herself up and down on me while moaning for Ally to give her more. I'm not certain, but I think we may have both hit at the same time. Either way, she collapsed onto me and whispered for Ally to just hold her for awhile. So we just stayed there intertwined on the couch for awhile. After some time had passed, we both got up and cleaned ourselves up. Before heading back into the living room, my wife told me that she needed to go back to town to get me some clothes for dinner and the she needed to take some measurements to make sure that she got me the right sizes. So, she had me strip down to my bra and panties so that she could get more accurate measurements. I accused her of just wanting to see me run around mostly naked. She just blushed and went about taking her measurements. She then asked if I minded hanging out in just my bra and panties until she got back. I told her that I could do that and that I would probably just play on the Xbox until she got back anyways. As we were heading back towards the living room, my wife told me that my hair was wreck. I told her that she was the one who wrecked it. She laughed and asked if I was complaining. I grinned and told her no. She then told me that I should let her fix it before we go. She also said that if I would just sit in the floor in front of her that she would fix it while I was getting my game started. I finished turning everything on and got comfortable on a pillow on the floor while my wife ran back and got a brush and whatever else she thought she might need to fix my hair. Moments later she was behind me and asked me what I was playing. I told her that I was going to be playing Fable III and that I was going to start a new game as a female in honor of the weekend. She giggled, but said that she thought that it was great idea. It didn't take her long until she was done. She asked me to pause the game and then handed me a mirror so that I could see her finished work. She had given me pigtails and had used the pink ribbon from before to tie bows at the base of each one. She told me that she remembered how cute I looked from the night before with my hair like that and that she wanted to come home to the same sight. She then gave me a quick peck on the cheek and headed back to town. I'm not sure how long she was gone, because I tend to lose track of time when playing a game on the Xbox. I heard my wife pull up and she was soon coming through the front door carrying a few bags. I started to help her, but she motioned for me to stay where I was. She said she wanted to go get things set up before she would show me what all she had gotten. So, I turned back around and played for a little while longer. A few minutes later, she was back in the living room. I looked up to see her stripped down to her bra and the strap-on. She came over to me and uttered two words: suck me. How could I refuse? She sat down in the chair that was behind me, I got up on my knees, and got to work. I have to admit that I loved the way my hair swayed while I was bobbing up and down on her. Apparently she did, too. She told me how hot it was for her to watch her girlfriend sucking on her and that she was looking forward to pounding my rear. After I had gotten her pole good and wet with my saliva, she pulled me up and helped me out of my panties. She had me get on all fours in the floor so that she could do me doggy-style. She didn't waste anytime in penetrating me. She pounded me good and I loved every minute of it. She told me how much watching my pigtails sway as she pounded my backdoor, made her want to pound me even more. I gasped and told her not to ever stop. With that, she picked her pace. After a few minutes of that, I hit and amazingly shot my load onto my panties that were on the floor underneath me instead of on our carpeted floor. Apparently, my bucking was enough to send my wife over the edge. She convulsed a few times and the fell on top of me, which sent me to the floor. As she slid off and out of me, she said that we needed go ahead and get some showers as soon as we recovered. I let out an exhausted grunt and just laid there while only barely aware that my cum-covered panties were pressed against my stomach. I was the first to get up and head to the bathroom. I was already in the bathroom and had the water running before I realized that I had a chance to check out what my wife and bought for me to wear. I had just let my hair down and was thinking of taking a quick peek when she stuck her around the corner and told me that I couldn't look yet and reminded me that it was a surprise. So, I turned around and got in the shower. Upon leaving the shower, I dried off and headed to the bedroom to see what my wife had bought for me. On the bed were a red lacey bra, matching thong panties, my falsies, a pair of thigh-high black nylons, a denim skirt, sleeveless button-up blouse, a light jacket, and a shoe box. In the shoe box was a pair of black boots with a two-inch heel. I had just finished zipping up my boots and was debating on whether or not I should go ahead and put the jacket on when my wife came in. She gave an approving look and motioned for me to follow her back to the bathroom so that she could do my hair and makeup. I sat down and she got to work. I was soon staring at Allison in the mirror. My hair was down with the ends flipped-out a bit and my makeup was much more suited for going out. My wife then came behind me and placed the necklace that I had on before around my neck, attached the clip-on silver hoop earrings, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. She told me that I looked great and that I should wait for her in the living room. She also reminded me not to forget my jacket and that I should probably practice walking in my boots. I said that I would and left to her to get her shower. Sometime later, my wife came in the room dressed in a denim skirt, peasant blouse, cotton sweater, and brown boots with a good three inch heel. Her hair was pulled back into a flipped ponytail. She then tossed me a purse and told me that it was mine and that I needed to keep track of it while we were out. She also told me that she had already put my wallet and some other essentials in it. With that done, we were soon on our way. It was going to take us about two hours to get to the town where we were going to eat. So, on the way, my wife was giving me some pointers on how I should act and carry myself. She also told me that I need to try to sound more feminine when I talked. Thankfully I was known for doing different voices and impersonations. So, it only took a few tries to find that right voice for Allison. I'm not sure, but I think my wife was even more nervous than I was. About halfway there, it dawned on me to ask where we were going for dinner. She told me that we were going to one of our favorite steakhouses, but that we were going to go somewhere else first. I asked her where, but all she would say is that it was a surprise. She was right about the surprise. We pulled up into the parking lot of a tattoo parlor. I gave her a funny look and she said that she wanted us to get our belly-buttons pierced. Before I could object, she told me that we were the only ones that would ever see it since I never ran around without a shirt on, that she thought would it would look really hot on me, and a bunch of other excuses that I can't remember. After about ten minutes or so, I finally gave in. Thankfully there we were the only ones in the parking lot at the time, because I was extremely apprehensive about being found out, especially if I yelled when I got the piercing. Once inside, my wife told that woman at the desk what we wanted done. We were soon shown a selection of piercings to choose from. Before I could really start looking, my wife had eyed matching barbells with a pink jewel inset on one end. The lady said that she thought that they would be perfect for us. Then came the part I dreaded. She asked for our driver's licenses. I reluctantly reached into my purse and handed her mine. Her eyes got wide for a second and then she handed it back to me like nothing was out of the ordinary. The lady told me that she and my wife used to go to school together and that my wife had called earlier in the day to set things up. She went on to admit that if she hadn't seen my license that she wouldn't have believed that I was really a guy. She then said that we could come back and that she would take care of the piercings herself. Of course, they both wanted me to go first. A few minutes later, my wife and I both had little pink jewels in our belly-buttons. On the way out I heard the lady ask my wife how she talked me into all of this. My wife's reply was that all it took was a lot of sex. They both giggled at that. The lady then told us that if and when we ever decided to pierce my ears that we should give her a call. My wife told her that we would keep that in mind. Once we were back in the car, my wife apologized for not telling me about her plans. She said that she figured that if she had told me sooner that one of us might have talked ourselves out of it. I told her that she was probably right. She then told me that she would "apologize" better when we got home later that night. I told her that I looked forward to her "apology." Both of us burst into laughter at that one. A few minutes later, we were pulling into the steakhouse parking lot. As we were getting out, she reminded me to stay calm and remember what she told me in the car and to use my "Allison" voice. Using that voice, I assured that I would. Once inside, we only had to wait fifteen minutes for a table. I have to say that it was really weird to have guys watching us as we made our way to our table. A couple of minutes later, our waitress came and took our orders. We sat there and chatted while we waited on our food. I was surreal to hear a feminine voice coming out of my mouth while we talked. Twenty minutes later, our waitress brought out our food. After she left, my wife reminded me to take smaller bites than I usually did. I just nodded my head. After we were about halfway though with our meal, our waitress informed us that there were a couple of guys at another table that wanted to buy us some drinks. I'm pretty sure I almost choked on the bite I had in my mouth. My wife politely refused and said that we were both already spoken for. The waitress excused herself and went to inform the other table. I looked up to see my wife grinning from ear to ear. She then asked if I was okay. I told her that I thought so, but that I thought that I might have swallowed that last bite without chewing first. For a second, I thought my wife was going to lose it. She eventually regained her composure and the rest of dinner went off without a hitch. Well, I did almost go into the men's restroom once before we left. On the way home, my wife bragged on how well I had done and that there were a few times that she forgot she was out with her husband. I told her that I would take that as a compliment. She gave me a devious smile and told me that she had something else that she wanted me to take when we got home. I told her that I was looking forward to it and also reminded her that she still owed me "an apology." She gave me that same look and assured me that she had not forgotten and that that was one of the first things she was planning on taking care of when we got home. I didn't hesitate in asking her if we were home yet. She laughed and told me that we were not quite there yet. That felt like the longest ride home. Once we pulled into our driveway, my wife told me that she had to change her wardrobe before she could properly give me my "apology" and that I should wait for her in the recliner. I told her okay and that I could hardly wait. A few minutes later, my patience was rewarded. My wife came in wearing a very sexy satin and lace lavender bustier with matching thong, stockings, sheer robe, and heels. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail. I was speechless as she moved seductively towards me. She then proceeded to do a get down between my legs, hiked my skirt up, pulled my panties to one side, and went down on me. After she had gotten my member nice and wet, she stood up and slowly removed her robe and panties right in front of me. She then lowered her backdoor onto me and started grinding herself down on me. She looked over her shoulder and told me that I shouldn't be the only girl to get their backdoor invaded. A few minutes later, we were in the floor and I was pounding her backdoor doggy-style. She was meeting me thrust for thrust and begging Ally for more. The next thing I knew, I was filling her with my cream and we were both out of breath. Once we had recovered, she told me that she had to get cleaned up and that I should meet her in the bedroom in a few minutes. She also told me that she had laid an outfit on the bed for me to put on. I told her that I would and she got up and headed back. I waited until I heard the bathroom door shut before I went to see what she had planned for me to wear. I looked on the bed and had to stifle a laugh when I saw what was laying there. It was a school girl's outfit. On top was a note that told me to use the lingerie that I was already wearing with this outfit, but to be sure to put on the mary-janes and to put my hair up in pigtails again. The note was signed with a lipstick kiss. After putting on the outfit, I saw why my wife wanted me to get the piercing. The pink jewel really accented my exposed midriff. A few minutes after I finished getting my hair in pigtails, my wife came in dressed in an almost identical outfit. The only difference was where my outfit had the stereotypical red plaid, hers had blue plaid. I was once again rendered speechless at the sight of my wife. She walked over to be and gave me a huge hug. She looked up at our reflection in the mirror and told me that we looked like a couple of sluts looking to get laid. I told her that at least one of them was. She laughed and called me slut. I told her that she was the one that had made me one. A few seconds later, we were on the bed making out and groping one another. After a few minutes, my wife had found a dildo and playfully rubbed it along my thong clad butt crack and against my hole. I involuntarily pushed my backside against it almost every single time. She eventually looked at me and asked if her girl needed something inside her. I hissed out a yes and she said that she was more than happy to oblige. She disappeared for a few moments and came back with a tent under her skirt. She had me lay on my back with some pillows under my hips. She slid my thong over and eased into my waiting hole. I hissed out another yes. She then proceeded to pound my backdoor until both of us had hit ours. Between our out-of-breath pants, I managed to tell her that I needed that. She then caressed by butt and told me that now I know how she feels some nights. She also said that we should probably get cleaned up so that we could get some rest. I had to reluctantly agree with her. As we were getting cleaned up, my wife sat me down in chair and made sure to get all the makeup off my face and polish off my fingernails. I have to admit that it kind of made me sad, because I knew that I would have to go back to being a guy the next day. She looked a little saddened by that fact, too. She then told me that she still wanted to sleep next to Ally that night and said that she gotten me some pajamas to wear tonight. I nodded and started to undo my bra. She stopped me and asked me to wear the bra and falsies under the pajamas, but that the thong was good to go. I told her that I could do that. She then handed me a pair of colorful boyshorts and a matching cami. She changed into sleep-pants and a cami. Moments later, we were snuggled up to each other in bed. A few minutes after that, we were both sounds asleep. I awoke the next morning to find my wife's arm draped over me and her hand in the front of my panties. I stirred slightly and she started rubbing me. I reached back and started rubbing her backside. Moments later, the bottoms to our pajamas were in the floor and we were on our sides with our heads buried between each other's legs. Neither of us let up until we made the other one hit. She moaned her approval and said that we should probably put our bottoms back on and find something a little more substantial for breakfast. I agreed and we both rolled out of bed. Breakfast was rather solemn. I eventually spoke up and said that that weekend had been the best one that I could remember having. I also thanked her for having had such a great idea. She smiled, thanked me, and agreed that it was the best one that she could remember, too. She then looked at me with tears in her eyes and asked me what all this meant for our relationship. I told her that this weekend didn't change anything. We were still a happily married couple. We just happened to be a couple that had found a mutual kink. She smiled, but then asked when we would ever get a chance to explore that kink again. I told her that we could probably work in limited excursions after the kids were asleep and whenever they stayed over at either of our parents' or their friends' houses. She came around the table and gave me a big hug from behind me. She the whispered in my ear that she knew Ally was smart enough to figure it out. I just grinned. After breakfast, we went about cleaning and putting away everything that might accidently give away the events of the weekend. It was while we were straightening up that my wife asked me I would do her another huge favor. I told her sure. She then told me that she had really enjoyed the way my rear looked in panties. I thanked her for the compliment. She then asked if I would be willing to wear them all the time. I thought for a few minutes and told her that as long as I kept a few pairs of guy undies for doctor's appointments or other occasions that I would be happy to. I think she might have squealed at the comment. We then got ready to go meet my folks at lunch and pick up the kids. Our weekend had been much better than I ever could have imagined. My parents noticed that we seemed a lot happier than the last time they had seen us and the kids were just happy to see us. I can't wait to see where things will go the next time we get a weekend alone. The Weekend A complete figment of my imagination, any similarities between the characters in this story and any persons either living or dead are purely unintentional. The copyright for the following story is owned by the author and it may not be republished without his express permission. Safe Sex:- When writing works of fiction, safe-sex tends to get in the way of the flow and narrative of the text, so it is much easier for the author to ignore the perils of unprotected sex. Please remember, in real life, safe-sex is not so much an option, but a necessity in order to safeguard your future health Just over 12500 words long, this story is intended to be enjoyed by consenting adults for their amusement. As always, feedback and legitimate criticism is welcomed by the author. Please enjoy...... The Weekend Struggling to banish all her regrets, and all the dirty thoughts she had been having about young James, Barbara finally relaxed enough to begin to doze peacefully, only to be disturbed once again by the low murmuring and rhythmic banging on the wall from next door as the young couple obviously began another bout of wanton activity."Oh bloody hell... I really AM going to have to get myself some earplugs." the jealous older woman giggled to herself, grinning wickedly as she once again allowed her hand to slide stealthily between her spreading thighs... * * * Saturday 9:17am "Morning mum, what's for brekky?" Barbara looked up from the morning paper she had been reading whilst having her first cup of coffee of the day to see Emma coming through the kitchen door. "Morning dear, how was your night?" the mother queried, asking the question before engaging her brain and immediately realising that she knew exactly how her daughter's night had been. Blushing furiously and annoyed with herself for asking such a ridiculously leading and stupid question, she tried to get out of the figurative hole she had just dug and mumbled to her grinning offspring, who was now standing in front of her, hands on hips, head leaning to one side, one eyebrow raised sardonically - and laughing mercilessly at her mother's obvious embarrassment, "I mean... Did you sleep OK?... Was the bed comfortable?... Oh bloody hell, just ignore me and I'll make you breakfast." "Thanks mum, let's just say it was... err... tiring." Emma chuckled as she sat at the table opposite her mother and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Especially after James bumped into a beautiful, naked woman as he was on his way to the toilet." "Yes, well let's just forget about that shall we? I've never been so embarrassed in my whole life." Barbara irritably snapped back, hiding behind the newspaper and avoiding looking at her daughter as she felt herself blushing deeply. "Well, from what Jamie says, you have absolutely nothing to feel embarrassed about mum. I've never seen him as turned on as when he came back to bed. He couldn't stop talking about your thick bush and how he'd never seen one before and how he now realises why it's called a beaver... Even mentioned me growing mine back." the playful girl replied, mischievously grinning at her poor mother's obvious discomfort. "EMMA!... You amaze me sometimes. How can you talk like that? Your boyfriend saw me nude for pity's sake, all of me... And I saw him too..." "Oh relax mum. He only saw you naked. It wasn't as though he caught you shagging or having a dump or something. So what? He saw your tits and your beaver and you saw his cock. Get over it, it's no big deal." Emma laughed at her squirming mum, "Anyway, just in case you hadn't realised, he thinks you're an absolutely fucking gorgeous MILF." "Really Emma!... I wish you wouldn't swear like that, it's most unbecoming for a young lady to talk that way, especially to her mother." "Oh mum... I'm not a 'young lady' as you put it, I'm a grown woman talking to another grown woman. It's 2008 for God's sake, not the dark ages." Emma laughed, going around the table to her mother's side and hugging her close. "That's beside the point. I don't like it, it's uncouth." "Sorry mum." Emma grumbled sarcastically as she went back to her own seat, amused as she always was by the conflicts of opinion as to what was deemed socially acceptable behaviour to each side of the generation gap between her and her mother. "What's a MILF?" Barbara queried after a minute or so's awkward silence. Emma giggled loudly, "Bloody hell mum, you really must get out more... MILF stands for mother-I'd-like-to fuck... It's what us young people call attractive older ladies nowadays." "EMMA... Oh my God!... Really?... That's terrible... James said that about me and you don't mind?" the shocked Barbara gasped, dismayed as she suddenly felt her vagina heat up and moisten. "Of course I don't mind, I think you're gorgeous too. Hell, if you weren't my mum, I would fancy a go at you myself. And anyway, he's not really my boyfriend as such, we're more sort of... you know... friends with benefits, fuck-buddies sort of thing." Emma giggled. "Oh my God!... I don't believe you young people nowadays. You're so damned casual about who you sleep with." Barbara replied, shaking her head slowly in astonishment, "Hang on a minute, you mean you go with women too?... That's just incredible... I had absolutely no idea." she gasped, hardly able to speak, the sudden sexual excitement rising in her moist loins shocking her as much as her daughter's lurid confession had. "Oops, sorry mum... I didn't mean to shock you... It's no big deal you know, I'm not a lesbian or anything. I just enjoy a bit of pussy now and again when a stiff cock isn't available that's all, everybody does it nowadays." "Unbelievable..." Barbara croaked as the word stuck in her throat, hardly able to speak as she stared in amazement at the young daughter she thought she had known everything about up until that precise moment. The dismayed mother, staggered by her daughter's revelations, shook her head slowly from side to side as she thought to herself that Emma was no longer her little girl; no longer a child, but instead, a grown-up, fully-fledged, participating member of the so-called permissive society Barbara had only read about - and so desperately wanted to join herself... * * * Saturday 10:08am "Good morning ladies... And how are the two sexiest girls on earth this fine morning?" Barbara cringed at James' cheeky forwardness. Her whole body tensed with the awkwardness she felt at having to speak to the young man who had unexpectedly seen her naked body the night before. Unable to look him in the eye, she was dreading having to face the man who had been the subject of her fantasies as she brought herself to a deeply satisfying orgasm just a few hours earlier. "Good morning James, would you like a bacon sandwich? I'm making one for Emma." she tremulously replied as calmly as she could to the handsome young man, "Love one, Mrs. 'Aitch, thank you." James answered cheerfully, pulling out a chair and sitting next to his girlfriend. "Have you recovered from your little shock last night?" he asked tentatively, trying to make the question sound as innocent as he could while winking mischievously at Emma, who was unsuccessfully trying to suppress her amusement at her mother's very obvious discomfort and chuckling so much she was nearly choking on her coffee. "Yes. Well let's forget that ever happened shall we? It's far too embarrassing to talk about." Barbara snapped back stiffly, her irritation at the young couple's inconsiderate enjoyment of her personal chagrin rising as she heard her daughter chortling away in the background. "I'd love to forget it happened, Mrs. 'Aitch, but I think the sight of your lovely bottom jiggling so sexily as you ran down the corridor will remain in my memory bank for as long as I live." James sighed wistfully, grinning at his girlfriend as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "THAT'S IT!... Enough is enough... I find the whole incident just too damn embarrassing and inappropriate to discuss, so just drop it will you..." Barbara snapped at the two shocked youngsters, her nervous tension finally exploding, "And you can make your own FUCKING BREAKFASTS..." With that, a very angry and embarrassed Barbara slammed her spatula down on the stove top and stormed out of the kitchen in the direction of her bedroom, completely ignoring her daughter's open-mouthed astonishment at her previously conservative mother's use of the 'F' word for the first time in living memory. "Bloody hell... I've never seen mum so angry... Oh Fuck!..." a stunned Emma gasped as she stared after her mother's retreating back... * * * Saturday 10:40am About 30 minutes later, Emma tentatively knocked on her mother's bedroom door. "Are you okay mum, I'm sorry if we upset you." Receiving no reply, she slowly opened the door and looked inside the sunlit room. Seeing her mother laying across the bed and obviously crying her eyes out, she rushed over and pulled the upset woman to her chest, hugging her tightly as she began to cry herself, "Oh mum, we didn't mean to hurt you. We were just having a laugh that's all." Sobbing deeply before blowing her nose on her hanky, Barbara sat up and hugged her daughter back, then kissed her lightly on the forehead, "I know sweetheart. It's just that... Just... Oh don't worry yourself, I'll be okay." "Just what mum? You're usually up for a giggle and we just thought it was funny. James had no idea you were so embarrassed about what happened. He would never have mentioned it if he thought it would upset you so much. I really am sorry..." Emma whimpered softly as she snuggled into her mother's arms. Pulling away from her daughter, Barbara blew her nose loudly once again before grinning shyly at the sniffling girl, "I know my darling. It's just me being over-sensitive. I do think it was funny, really I do. It's just that...Oh I can't tell you, it's just... too creepy for me." she murmured, smiling nervously before turning her face away, "It's not something I feel at ease talking to my daughter about." "Mum?... Too creepy? How do you mean too creepy? Please tell me, it can't be that bad surely... Tell me what's worrying you so much that you are getting upset over an innocent bit of piss-taking?" Emma replied, wiping her eyes with her sleeve and gently pulling her mother's head around so they were eye to eye again. "Emma, I can't...You'll be disgusted with me." "Of course I won't, you daft bat... You're not disgusted with me are you?... And I've just told you I like to eat pussy." Barbara stopped laughing. Sat there in open-mouthed astonishment at the young girl's logic, she was shocked at the unabashed openness with which her daughter could bring up her previous revelation of having lesbian tendencies when she knew her embarrassed mother would rather not discuss it. Suddenly she hugged her daughter to her chest, and as the pair of them burst into fits of laughter, they both fell back onto the bed, snorting and giggling like a couple of naughty adolescents. Slowly their chuckling subsided, their shaking bodies gradually stilling as they rolled apart and lay on their backs looking up at the ceiling... "I got turned on." Barbara eventually whispered. Emma's interest instantly piqued at her mother's quiet declaration, "What? How do you mean you got turned on?" "I got excited. Sexually excited I mean. You know... When I saw James 'like that'..." "You mean when you saw him naked?" "And aroused... He was aroused too... His thing was pointing at me like a huge horn, twitching at me as I looked at it... As though it had a life of its own.... And he didn't care... He was looking at me too. As if he fancied me or something...How could he fancy an old woman like me when he had just made love to you? You're so much younger than me, so much firmer... My God, he was so hard..." Barbara couldn't seem to stop herself rambling as she confessed everything. She had her eyes closed, not daring to look at her daughter as she blurted out the details of her encounter with James. Eventually, after she had finally stopped her impulsive babbling, she could hear Emma was laughing once again. Opening her eyes she looked up at her offspring and noticed there were tears running down the young girl's cheeks again -- only this time they appeared to be tears of laughter. "You're not disgusted with me?" Barbara queried incredulously. "Oh mum..." Emma giggled, "You really are such a lovely naïve old bat. Of course he fancied you, you're beautiful you daft bugger. Seeing you like that turned him on so much that he came back to bed and fucked me harder than I have ever been fucked before... I'd have been more disgusted with you if you HADN'T been turned on. I mean... Fucking hell, he's a really fit bloke and any woman would get turned on by seeing him naked... And he really does have a gorgeous cock doesn't he?... Don't tell him that though, he's vain enough already." Barbara was about to admonish her daughter about her bad language once again before she remembered just what it was they were laughing about and playfully shoved the giggling youngster back onto the bed, "Emma!...You really have got a filthy mind to go with that foul mouth of yours, you wicked little hussy. You're so damn... Incorrigible!" * * * Saturday 3:22pm Later that afternoon the two women were back in the kitchen, chatting mainly about what was happening in Emma's life; how she was getting on at college; how she was managing for money; was she enjoying herself? -- all the sort of things mothers and daughters everywhere would discuss whenever they were together. The still-shocked parent shied away from asking about her daughter's social life and her relationship with young James. She wasn't sure she really wanted to know, having learned far more than she would ever have wished to learn a few hours earlier. What the two young lovers got up to, and who they got up to it with, was not a subject the envious mother felt at ease discussing. Barbara felt her mind wandering. All manner of lurid, sexually explicit distractions were joining together in her head and preventing her from concentrating on what her daughter was saying. The frustrated widow would never have admitted, even to herself, how their previous discussion had turned her on so much that she had to go change her knickers because they were so damp. The image of James, naked and with his large penis waving at her, repeatedly wandered into her thoughts as she drank her coffee and chatted to her daughter. It disturbed her in a way that was irritatingly unsettling to her confused brain, appalling her and exciting her in equal measures. She was confused, torn between the desire to have hard, uninhibited sex with a beautiful young man like James and her irrational feelings that if she did, she would be betraying the only man she had ever loved; betraying the vows she had made to her late husband David all those years ago. "Earth to mother. Are you still with me mum?" Barbara shook herself from her reverie, eventually noticing her amused daughter laughing at her from the other side of the table as she tried to attract her attention. "Oh God, I'm sorry darling. I was miles away there." "You sure were, mum. I think I was talking to myself for a while there." Mother and daughter laughed together; both laughing with and at the other; one amused by her mother's obvious daydreaming; the other embarrassed by the naughty thoughts in her wandering mind. "You're looking sheepish again mum. What are you dreaming about now you naughty girl?" Emma gently chided her mother, recognising that the older woman was once again flustered and uncomfortable with what was going through her head. "Please Emma... Don't... Don't ask." "Oh for fuck's sake, mum! We are two adult women, surely you can tell me what your problem is, can't you?" "EMMA please, your language!... I keep asking you to not swear like that in front of me. You know it upsets me." "Never mind that. What is it that's worrying you so much? You're not still upset about your fantasies are you? I thought you were okay with them now." the brazenly inquisitive daughter chuckled. Barbara glanced nervously at her offspring. Irritated by the nosy probing, she contemplated the consequences of telling her carefree daughter about what she knew deep inside was a totally irrational dilemma she was facing. She knew damn well that Emma would laugh at her and try to make light of her worries, knew that she would not understand her predicament. Eventually, after a minute or so of uneasy silence, Barbara suddenly blurted out, "I feel as though I am betraying your dad." "WHAT?... How on earth?... Betraying dad? How?" "By fancying other men... You know... Like 'that'... Sexually." "Oh my God mum! Dad has been gone for over five years. How the hell would you be betraying him?" Emma laughed, amused by her mother's irrational concerns. Barbara slammed her mug down onto the table, splashing the hot coffee all over her shirt, "There. I just bloody knew you'd be like this. I knew you'd be unreasonable. I love your dad, I always will. Okay?" Emma jumped up and threw her arms around her sobbing mother, "It's okay mum, I'm sorry. I understand, honestly I do. Please... Just calm down and we'll talk about it... Okay?" Taking the piece of paper towel being proffered by her daughter and wiping down the table, Barbara nodded before getting up and pouring them both fresh mugs of coffee. "I feel as though I would be being unfaithful... You know, if I slept with another man." "Oh dear God mother. How would it be being unfaithful? I know it's sad but you've been a widow for a long time now. What is it your wedding vows said?... 'Until death us do part' I know you're still upset and angry about it but, to put it bluntly, dad's been dead for five years and you're no longer married are you?" "Yes, I know it's stupid, I am well aware of that. It's just that it's always there... At the back of my mind, you know?.... I would never have contemplated sleeping with another man if David was still with us so it doesn't feel right to do it now somehow." "Oh mum, you poor bugger. That is so sad. You're still a young, beautiful woman. Dad wouldn't want you to not have relationships would he? I'm sure he would have told you to move on with your life if he had known what was going to happen. Don't you think so?" "I know he would, he was the most caring, nicest man I have ever met. All he wanted was for me to be happy. I actually think I could get over those feelings now, if I found myself in that situation. It's not just that though... The truth is... I'm scared..." "Scared? How?... Why?... What is it you're so terrified of mum?" "The whole thing... You know... Dating a stranger, letting myself go, everything... Especially sex... With another man, I mean." Emma stared quizzically at her obviously uptight mother. Suddenly the realisation dawned on her, "You mean you've not had sex with a man since dad died?... Oh my God, you must be ready to burst." Both mother and daughter burst out laughing at the youngster's wide-eyed disbelief that anyone, never-mind someone as attractive and fit as her lovely mother could go so long without sex, "But what about the few men you had dates with over the last few years? Surely you must have, you know, at least messed around a little?" "Oh God no. I wasn't even remotely attracted to any of them. It's not just that... I mean, I haven't had sex with ANYONE other than your father... It scares me to death that I wouldn't know what to do. I have no idea what men want nowadays." Emma shook her head and looked incredulously at her mother, noticing the older woman had tears on her cheeks again as she wrung her hands together nervously whilst trying to avoid eye-contact with her daughter. Smiling lovingly at her distraught mum, the adoring girl spoke softly, a tear of her own forming in the corner of her eye, "Oh mum, That's so sweet and romantic. I sure hope dad knew just what a wonderful woman he had. I hope he told you he loved you every day of your life together, made you feel as special as you really are." The Weekend Barbara smiled warmly at her daughter, wistfully remembering what a loving husband and devoted father her David had been as she reassured the young girl, "Oh he did sweetheart, he truly did." After a few moments of reflective silence, Emma suddenly exclaimed to her startled mother, "Well I can certainly assure you of one thing, mum. Men still want the same as back in your day. Give them a hot pussy and a welcoming mouth and they're as happy as pigs in shit." "EMMA!... YOU REALLY ARE DISGUSTING." her despairing mother screamed as the two women descended into hysterical laughter... * * * Saturday 5:42pm "I'm going to sit with your dad." Emma looked up from the newspaper just in time to catch sight of her mother leaving the apartment. She wasn't surprised that Barbara felt the need to sit in the pretty little rose-garden straight across the road from their front door. Just inside the park gates, the beautiful tranquil place was where the pair of them had sneaked into one night and secretly scattered her father's ashes, knowing it would always be in view from their apartment whenever they looked out. At first, her mother had voluntarily just kept the garden neat and tidy, picking up any litter and lovingly tending to the flowers. Over the years though, it had also became a haven for the grieving widow to sit in whenever something was troubling her. She had tearfully confessed to Emma one night that she still felt close to her dad whenever she was sitting there, even talking to him and imagining what he would have said to her about anything that was bothering her. It had become her mother's way of deciding what she should do about any situation she found herself in. David had been taken from them just over five years previously. A drunk driver had illegally shot through a red-light at high speed one sunny afternoon as her husband was on his way to pick Emma up from her grandparents' house. The idiotic drunken fool had ploughed straight into the driver's side of their BMW, killing both himself and David in a tangle of metal so severely fused together that the Fire Service took over four hours to cut the bodies out. As the police had told her at the time, all the air-bags in the world would not have prevented her beloved husband from being killed instantly in such a collision. Of absolutely no comfort to her at all, the coroner had informed the inquest court that several witness accounts confirmed David had looked carefully before entering the junction. He had the right of way. The lights had been in his favour for several seconds before he had pulled into the other road. The other driver was travelling at such a speed it would have been impossible for David to realise he was there. The coroner then concluded that he was in no doubt the poor victim would have had no prior warning before his life was so cruelly ended and that his life was taken unlawfully by a person who would never have to face justice. Barbara had taken over four years to get through all the recognised stages of the grief of losing her husband in her late thirties. She'd been so depressed, that on more than one occasion, she had even contemplated ending her own life as she didn't think she could carry on without him. Her loving daughter, her parents, David's parents and sisters, all their mutual friends, had all helped the grieving widow pull through until she now felt able to get on with her own life as her mother had begged her to do. The problem was, what was her own life? All her friends had been friends of the pair of them. She felt like the proverbial spare wheel when invited to go out for a meal or to a party. Friends had gradually started to try to fix her up with various men whenever they invited her to a dinner party or whatever. It wasn't that she didn't try, she did. It was just that all the men concerned were either divorced with all the baggage that brought with them, or so ugly, or dull, or boring, she would never have fancied them in a month of Sundays... Gradually she became almost a recluse. The invitations to socialise slowly dried up as she perpetually turned them down for one obviously false reason or another. More and more, she found herself alone in the large Victorian detached house David and herself had intended to be their family home forever. Her daughter Emma had gone away to university, only coming home at the end of term -- complete with several weeks worth of washing and ironing for her doting mother to do. Eventually a good friend of her late husband's, an architect of some repute, suggested she convert the over-sized dwelling into five different apartments, keeping the top floor for herself and letting out the other four flats. That, together with the life insurance and compensation from the other driver's insurance company, would give her a substantial income. More than enough to enable her not have to get a job if she didn't want to. The plans he drew up for her were spectacular to say the least and consequently, for the last six months, Barbara had been living in a fabulous two-bedroomed penthouse apartment with a large balcony that had wonderful views over the park where her late husband's ashes were scattered. * * * Saturday 6:23pm As Barbara sat there in her favourite place, she thought about what her daughter and herself had been discussing earlier. She knew in her heart of hearts the loving girl was right. David would have wanted her to move on, get on with her life and yes, even meet other men. He had always stressed to her what a sexy lady she was. Even joked at times that perhaps he needed help to satisfy her fully. In their private moments together, they had even fantasised about taking other lovers and who those lovers might be amongst their friends or celebrities. But that's just what they were -- fantasies to turn them both on when they were making love, not something they would ever have contemplated doing in the flesh, so to speak. Lonely as she was, she would gladly have welcomed any attempt by Gerald, the architect, to try to date her. He'd unknowingly been the subject of Barbara and David's fantasies of another man joining them in some kind of naughty threesome on more than one occasion. He was just the kind of great looking, late thirties, unattached man she would be willing to try to have a relationship with. Sadly, and inevitably it seemed, the handsome, charming, and more importantly, available potential lover was as gay as any man could be... Now she was faced with the real prospect of having sex with someone else, Barbara was understandably nervous. Talking to Emma had actually helped her get over the feelings of betraying her late husband, but she would still have to face the physical act of having another man's penis inside her. Would it feel the same? Could she switch off enough not to compare the man to David? Would she enjoy it? Could she actually orgasm with another man? She knew her daughter thoroughly enjoyed having recreational sex with different men -- and women too, as the naughty young girl had just informed her astonished mother. She knew millions of other men and women enjoyed many different sexual partners without any problems. Could she enjoy it too? There was only one way to find out -- she needed to get herself fucked... Unbeknownst to Barbara, Emma was watching her mother from the apartment balcony as she sat in the rose-garden. She instinctively knew what the older woman was thinking about, perhaps even talking to her late father about. She also suspected what the outcome of those thoughts would be. After their discussions earlier, Emma was almost certain what her mother would decide to do. A devious plan began to form in the scheming girl's mind. "Jamie," she shouted through the open patio doors to her boyfriend who was watching some sport or other on the TV. "Yes babe?" he replied, not really paying much attention as he continued to watch his program "You'd fuck my mum if you got the chance wouldn't you?" she queried. "In a heartbeat babe. She's fucking gorgeous." he replied absent-mindedly, too absorbed in his rugby match to actually realise what they were talking about... * * * Saturday 8:45pm Later that evening, after turning down an invitation to go out for a drink or two with her two young visitors, Barbara lay on her bed reading a trashy romantic novel about upper-class maidens being ravished by magnificently muscled heroes clad only in riding breeches and manly sweat. The sort of rubbish that is aimed unashamedly at frustrated middle-aged women everywhere as a substitute for the real thing; intended to take them to a fantasy land somewhere deep in their imaginations -- and the sort of book that invariably turned her on. Gently toying with her pouting labia as she impatiently waited for the two youngsters to go meet their friends at the pub, the distracted woman avidly concentrated on the erotic text she was reading, teasing herself absent-mindedly with her fingers as she eagerly looked forward to being left alone to enjoy her plastic friend without fear of being disturbed. She was so god-damned horny. Her sex was open like a blooming flower, her juices flowing freely from her vagina and soaking her free hand. Her nipples, those sensitive little nubs of pleasure, were stiff and erect, deliciously stimulated by the friction of the rough cotton t-shirt rubbing against them without the hindrance of a bra. The shirt was the only thing she was wearing, just something she had thrown on following a long soak in the bath after she'd had a light dinner with Emma and James. No panties, no bra. Just the thin cotton shirt -- and a naughty smile. Suddenly shocked from her erotic dreaminess by the muffled laughter of her house-guests, Barbara heard her daughter shout, "See you later mum. Don't wait up. Love you." as she walked straight past her mother's bedroom door, thankfully without opening it. Startled out of her fantasies by the dread of her daughter catching her playing with herself like a randy teenager, the embarrassed mother frantically struggled to cover her self-explanatory nakedness as she tried to gather her wits together enough to reply -- only to be gratefully relieved to hear the front door slam shut as the two noisy youngsters left the apartment. Barbara put her book down and listened intently for a minute or so. Horny and feeling as though her body could erupt in orgasmic bliss at any moment, she strained to hear any sounds from the rest of the flat, nervously seeking to assure herself that she had indeed been left alone in her home by her daughter and the young man who was about to become the centrepiece of her filthy fantasies. Finally relieved that she was now free to enjoy herself fully, she reached into her bedside cabinet and took out the object that was about to relieve her lewd desires, giggling salaciously to herself as she prudently replaced the batteries in her Rabbit with a new set. She laughed as she ruefully remembered being let down at the crucial moment once before. She didn't want to take the risk of having her orgiastic pleasure cruelly curtailed by an unforeseen lack of electric power again. Not tonight. Not right now... "Mmmmm, I need you baby. Come make your dirty momma happy." She murmured, moaning softly as she wriggled the plastic toy into the correct position, its ears pressed against her twitching clitoris and the firm shaft deeply embedded inside her. "Oh Yessss," she gasped, pressing the start button on low speed and feeling the steel balls rotating against the walls of her clasping vagina at the same time as the ears started vibrating against her impatient clitoris, "Oh God Yessss." * * * Saturday 9:08pm Barbara lay back and wallowed in the nasty, impure thoughts going through her brain. The naughty masturbation; the debauched fantasies; had become the norm as her method of sexual relief over the last few months. Not having a real man to satisfy her carnal needs, she invariably turned to her plastic lover to quench her lust, revelling in the gloriously depraved sensations its vibrations induced throughout her whole body. Tonight was going to be a particularly satisfying one. She could sense it. The conversations with her daughter; the eavesdropping on the sex taking place in the next room; the sight of that young, naked body, especially that hard throbbing penis; they had all combined to build up a well of desire in her that she was struggling to contain. As she reclined on her bed with her long legs splayed almost painfully wide, one hand controlling the vibrating toy, the other playfully teasing and pinching her stiffly erect nipples, Barbara tormented herself mercilessly. She repeatedly brought herself to the cusp of a climax before turning the speed down on her surrogate lover and allowing her body to calm itself. Then starting again. All the while building up the pressure; more and more enticing and goading her body toward what she knew would be a totally mind-blowing and unforgettable orgasm "Oh you sweet boy...If only you were here with me...Using me...Oh my God, if only you were FUCKING me..." Barbara moaned loudly, fully absorbing herself in the improper fantasy of her daughter's boyfriend making love to her,"Use me James...Please... Fuck me with that big stiff cock... Make me a woman again..." The lewdly spread-eagled woman, now totally absorbed in her lecherous fantasies, opened her eyes and smiled lovingly at the handsome young man leaning on her dressing table and blatantly watching her whilst he stroked his large penis. She grinned at him, delighted by his obvious lust for her as he lecherously ogled her raunchy display of sexual depravity. Licking her lips suggestively, she closed her eyes again and plunged back into her illicit utopia. * * * Saturday 9:32pm The image of James watching her with that lustful, knowing smile on his face repeatedly flashed across her befuddled brain, distracting her from her sensual pleasures. Suddenly it hit her. The realisation... Barbara's eyes shot open. Yes, he really was there. Yes, he was watching her. He wasn't part of her dream. The naked and very aroused boyfriend of her daughter was somehow stood at the bottom of her bed watching her debase herself. "JAMES!..." she screamed at the top of her voice, "What on earth?... I thought you'd... Oh my God... Nooooo..." Dragging the still-writhing vibrator from its wet hideaway, she hurled the buzzing toy across the bedroom and scrambled to retrieve the duvet that had fallen on the floor during her self-pleasuring activities, all the while trying unsuccessfully to cover her nakedness with her arms and hands. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?... I thought you'd gone out with Emma. Why are you still here?... Oh my God, James... GET OUT... Please... Just GO... Stop looking at me like that. It's wrong. What would Emma say?" The young man grinned arrogantly at her. Reaching down and firmly gripping her slim ankles, one in each hand, he dragged her struggling body down the bed toward him. "Don't worry about Emma, Mrs.'Aitch. This was all her idea. She reckons you need a good seeing to, and volunteered me to do it." Too late, Barbara tried to struggle free, feeling herself being dragged unceremoniously toward the bottom end of her bed. The friction caused her t-shirt, already bunched up to her chest, to be pulled up and over her head, preventing her from seeing him as her naked body was fully exposed to his appreciative gaze. "Please... Don't James... I don't want this... It's wrong... In so many ways it's wrong... I'm begging you, please don't do this..." she babbled, trying desperately to release her arms and head from the restraint of her crumpled shirt. James grinned smugly at her struggling. Oblivious to her pleading, he roughly pulled her legs as wide apart as they would go, exposing her hairy loins to his lusty gaze. Shamefully she felt her vagina, already wet and glistening from its previous fondling, open like a willing clam for him to marvel at. "My God, Mrs. 'Aitch, I just love your hairy snatch. It's fucking beautiful." he chuckled as he began teasing her entrance with the tip of his hard cock. Barbara eventually struggled free from her t-shirt, leaving her naked body fully exposed for his enjoyment. Slowly her resistance faltered, her arms falling to her sides as her legs relaxed and her hips began to rise up to meet his tormenting penis. Her body's natural sexual desires were overpowering any remorse there might be left in her head. Her bubbling, pouting sex was betraying her, trying to draw him inside every time his magnificent body slid against her quivering thighs. Deep down, she knew that only the initial shock of it all had caused her to try and resist James' carnal intentions in the first place. Emma was right, this is what her horny mother needed; what she had secretly lusted after for these last few months. Barbara wanted to be taken like this, hard and forceful, just like her David used to take her when she was this horny. She craved being used as a sexual plaything by a dominant male. Not made love to. Not seduced. Ravished, that's the word. Her mature body yearned to be invaded by the handsome, demanding young man poised between her legs, mercilessly teasing her with his spongy-tipped shaft of manhood and waiting arrogantly for her to beg him to transport her to the depths of her darkest, depraved desires. Oh yes, Barbara Henson, this beautiful, undersexed 44 year old mother and widow was well aware of what she wanted; what her stunningly sexy body desperately needed at that moment -- this sexually deprived, perfect example of deliciously mature womanhood, had an overwhelming and intoxicating desire to be FUCKED... Clinging on to her last vestige of reluctance and hardly struggling to free herself any more, Barbara whimpered softly, "Please don't James... Don't do this... It's wrong... We shouldn't... Please..." She knew she was lost, knew she was his to do to her as he wanted. Submissively her arms slowly embraced him. Her hardened nipples rubbed excruciatingly against his smooth chest as she allowed her hips to rise and meet his, feeling his hard phallus slowly begin to sink into her intimate depths. "Oh my God... Please... Yes... Oh fucking hell... YESSSSS..." The ecstatic scream of sexual fulfilment echoed around the room as her sudden climax exploded her senses without warning. Tears of joy streamed from her tightly clenched eyes as her grateful pussy pulsed greedily around the first real cock to penetrate it for over five years -- and for the first time in her life, Barbara felt herself sliding into the delicious, dark oblivion of intense carnal delirium only ever experienced by the lucky few... * * * Sunday 12:05am Some time later, Barbara smiled contentedly to herself, blushing slightly as she snuggled back into the warmth of her new lover's embrace. For the first time in years she felt completely fulfilled; totally satisfied. She had no idea of how many orgasms she had experienced over the last couple of hours, how many times she had cum at the behest of her demanding young lover. They had changed position so many times as they energetically fucked each other. He had taken her from behind. She had ridden him. He had fucked her missionary, her holding on to his firm muscular body with all the enthusiasm of a wanton whore. She had been amazed at his hardness, his ability to continually rise to the occasion as she demanded more. The Weekend She chuckled quietly, marvelling at the energy and vigour of young men that perfectly matched the horniness felt by middle-aged women of a certain age. No wonder so many older women took young lovers. "James?" she murmured quietly. "Huh-huh. What?" he replied sleepily. "Just how young are you?" "I'll be twenty-one next month. Why?" "Oh my God, I'm going to hell..." Barbara laughed softly, feeling her lover begin to stiffen once more against her soft, inviting buttocks. "I hope I'm going with you." he chuckled, moving his hips suggestively, his latest erection seeking entry to her opening "Bloody hell... Again? You're insatiable..." she giggled, wriggling back against his newly replenished hardness. "I'm only trying to keep up with you, you naughty bitch." he whispered in her ear, slowly inserting himself into her warm, welcoming vagina for the umpteenth time. "Ohhhhh... That's so good... Mmmmm..." she whimpered, pushing herself backwards and forcing his invasive penis as deep inside her as it would go. "How about you doing a bit of riding Mrs.'Aitch?... I can watch you cum while I play with your big beautiful tits then." James whispered in her ear, slowly withdrawing from her clasping wetness. "Oh my God James," Barbara gasped breathlessly, throwing her leg over him and climbing on after he rolled onto his back, "I think it will be okay for you to call me Barbara, don't you? I think we know each other well enough by now." she chuckled, wriggling her bottom to welcome him inside her again. James moaned softly as his middle-aged lover lowered herself slowly onto his rigid cock and presented her hard chewable nipples for his attention. "No way!... Mrs.'Aitch sounds so much sexier when I'm fucking my girlfriend's mother, don't you think?" "You dirty sod... You're such an arrogant young prick. It may have been your fantasy, but I'm still feeling guilty about all this, you know..." "Okay... If you really don't want to..." he laughed, lifting her off him easily and almost withdrawing completely from her, just leaving the very tip of his pulsing shaft resting tormentingly inside her pouting lips. "Oh God... Don't you dare... Put him back in... Please..." James lifted her off him completely, holding her hovering above his hips as his cock slapped wetly back against his hard stomach. "Please..." she whimpered, "Please put him back in." "Oh, I don't know. Maybe we should stop. If you're feeling guilty and all." he teased, releasing her and allowing his shaft to press frustratingly against her engorged clitoris. "NO!... I'll get over it. Just.... Please..." she pleaded, reaching between them and trying desperately to force him back inside her abandoned vagina. James chuckled at her anguish, tauntingly resisting all her attempts to impale herself on his rampant penis. "Tell me what you want, Mrs.'Aitch. Tell me, and maybe I'll let you have it." "Oh my God. You know what I want. Please, just do it." "Do what, Mrs.'Aitch? What is it you want me to do?" "I want you... I want you to make love to me." "No you don't, Mrs.'Aitch. What is it you REALLY want?" "Oh my God...I want you to...I want you to FUCK ME... There, is that what you want to hear? You want me to beg?... Well I'm begging you, you arrogant young prick... Please fuck me like a whore." Barbara yelled, feeling herself turn red as she blushed furiously; ashamed of herself for allowing him to control her like this, - ashamed but incredibly turned on... "That's better, Mrs.'Aitch. Now tell me what you want me to fuck you with." "Oh, you...Bastard!... I want you to fuck me, fuck me with your big, hard, beautiful cock." "And where do you want me to put my big, hard cock?" Barbara was trembling with excitement, eagerly anticipating his penis invading her once again as he allowed her to place his tip against her opening. She knew what it was he wanted to hear, what he wanted her to say. It was all alien to her, this 'dirty' talk, but she wanted to let herself go, wanted to allow herself to use the kind of disgusting language he was demanding to hear. Determinedly, she screwed her eyes tightly shut, not able to look at him as she finally capitulated and allowed herself to become the kind of slut he was cockily insisting she be.... "You bastard!... I want you to stick you big, hard cock deep into my pussy. I want you to fuck me like there's no tomorrow..." she muttered through clenched teeth. "Nearly, Mrs. 'Aitch... Tell me like the dirty, horny bitch you are. Tell me what you REALLY want." Barbara took a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she looked directly into his and murmured breathlessly, "I want you to fuck me with that hot hard cock, shove it as far into my dirty old... CUNT as you can... Make me your filthy old whore... FUCK ME..." she screamed as he thrust himself almost painfully inside her. James roughly threw her off him and onto her back. Clambering between her lewdly spread thighs, he grinned triumphantly at her as he thrust himself as deep inside her as he could, smashing their loins together with a resounding wet slap and immediately beginning to pound his thick rigid cock mercilessly into her grasping pussy. "That's much better, Mrs. 'Aitch," he taunted smugly, "Now you're REALLY being fucked...." * * * Sunday 10:30am Barbara laid back in the warm water. Eyes firmly shut, she nonchalantly toyed with the thick bush between her spread thighs; gently teasing her swollen labia with her fingers as she reflected back on the events of last night. How could her daughter have done that, set her up like that? Should she still be angry with the little minx? Or maybe just grateful? They would definitely have to talk about it whenever the little so-and-so decided to reappear that's for sure. Barbara smiled mischievously to herself as she gently spread her sex, allowing the warm water to flow over her sore clitoris like a soothing balm. How many orgasms had she had? How many times had her young lover taken her to a peak of sensuality before he exploded deep inside her? She had no idea, just that she was now sore and exhausted -- "Not as exhausted as the young man I've left snoring in my bed." She reminded herself, chuckling softly at the memory. James' youth and energy, coupled with her own insatiable, freshly-awakened hunger for sexual satisfaction, had led them almost to a gentle war of attrition as they'd relentlessly took pleasure from each other. Their mutual lust had enabled them to use each other to climb to peak after peak of carnal gratification, repeatedly coupling together like rutting animals as they satisfied each other's lecherous desires. Barbara knew one thing for sure, she knew she was extremely happy. Any feelings of guilt she may have had, any sense of remorse, they'd all flown out of the window as she'd been completely and utterly screwed to a standstill. She didn't believe in life after death, but if there was such a thing she hoped her lovely late husband David had enjoyed watching her being taken like she had. It was something they had fantasised about many times when they were together, now she found herself wishing wistfully that they had turned those naughty dreams into reality and satisfied their most carnal desires when they'd had the chance. A small tear left the corner of her eye as Barbara fondly thought of her beloved David. She knew now that that part of her life, her happy marriage, was finally over. She had to move on. Maybe find another man - "Or woman, if I'm anything like my horny daughter." she giggled -- Maybe not. What she did know, what she could finally admit to herself, was that she wanted and needed more of the earthy, vigorous fucking she had experienced last night... Sunday 12:20pm Barbara sat in her kitchen. A mug of coffee in her hand, she was reading the women's supplement from the Sunday paper after putting the chicken and vegetables in to cook for a late lunch. Emma had texted her to tell her she had spent the night at her friend Annabel's house and would be back around 1pm. A naughty image of her daughter and her friend entwined together in a sapphic '69' embrace had momentarily flashed through her mind as she had read the text causing her to flush with embarrassment, and excitement she had to admit, at the sort of thoughts she would never have entertained before that weekend. James had finally dragged himself from her bed about twenty minutes earlier before wandering into the kitchen as naked as a jaybird, with a huge grin on his face and his semi-hard phallus swinging around between his legs as he walked toward her, obviously intent on carrying on where they had left off earlier. "Oh no you don't, you randy sod. You stink, so you can bugger off and shower while I make lunch." She'd protested, giggling girlishly and running around the kitchen island away from his attempted grab. Reluctantly, after several abortive attempts to catch her, he'd retreated back out of the kitchen and could now be heard banging around in the bathroom showering and whatever else he had to do after their night of debauchery. Sunday 1:10pm Barbara heard the front door slam, followed by sounds of footsteps down the hallway toward the kitchen. "Oh hi mum... How's things? Something smells nice" Emma nervously queried, grimacing at her mother's glowering expression. "You may well ask young lady. How on earth do you think THINGS are after what you did?" "I'm sorry mum. I just thought..." "No you didn't... You didn't think at all. You just assumed. You assumed I would go along with your dirty little plans... Do you have any idea how humiliating it was? Having my daughter setting me up like that?" "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry mum. We just thought you needed a helping hand that's all" Barbara couldn't keep up the pretence of being annoyed any longer. Her face bursting into a wide grin as she laughed at her repentant daughter's contrition, she raised her magazine to cover her amusement. "Mum?..." Emma hesitantly enquired, bemused by her mother's obvious cheerfulness. Barbara lowered the magazine and smiled at her daughter, "I suppose you think I should be grateful? Having your boyfriend seduce me like that." Emma stared at her mum, her mouth open in astonishment, "Fuck mum... You mean? You... You really DID it?" "Emma, please, your language. Not that it's any of your business, but yes, we DID it, as you so delicately put it." Barbara confirmed to her astonished daughter. Emma rushed over to her mother, embracing her in a hug that said everything about their love for each other, "Oh mum, I'm so glad. And did you enjoy it?" "Oh my God sweetheart. It was wonderful. I haven't been so happy for years. Thank you, my darling. Thank you so much." Barbara pulled her daughter close, hugging her tightly in a loving embrace, "I really needed that, needed someone to push me. I haven't had so much fun... Well, since your dad died. Does that sound bad? You aren't upset with me are you? I couldn't bear it if all this came between us." Emma pulled away, gazing affectionately into her mother's eyes, relieved beyond her wildest dreams that her mother had gone along with her devious plan, "Was it that great? Was he as good as I told you? Hasn't he got a fantastic cock? What did you do together? Did he make you cum? How many times?" "EMMA... I've no doubt that young so-and-so will tell you all about it eventually, so let's just say it was... Mm-mm... Very satisfying, for now eh?" Barbara giggled, blushing furiously at her daughter's cheeky, incessant questioning. "Spoilsport," Emma laughed, hugging her mother once more before pulling away and kissing her warmly on the cheek, "I think I should go check up on the poor man. See if he has anything left, or if the old Cougar has worn him out. Pussy's okay for a change, but I could really do with his hard cock right now." she laughed, skipping away down the corridor toward the bedrooms. "My God. Has that girl no shame? 'Pussy is okay for a change'... Really... And what on earth is a Cougar?" the amused mother laughed, amazed yet again at her uninhibited daughter's complete lack of decorum and sense of what should be kept private... Sunday 4:30pm After a lovely, if sometimes awkward, lunch Barbara escorted her young guests down to the front steps of the building. "Emma, what's a Cougar?" she enquired tentatively, suddenly remembering what her daughter had called her earlier. The two youngsters looked at each other and suddenly burst into peals of laughter, "Really mum, I think I'm going to have to educate you properly the next time I see you." Emma giggled at her confused mother, "A Cougar is a sexy older woman who uses her womanly wiles and experience to seduce much younger men into fucking her... And you will make a brilliant one." "Oh my God," Barbara gasped, "Am I really one of those?" "You sure are, Mrs.'Aitch... And a fantastic one too." James chuckled from behind her. Turning to face him, Barbara looked up into his cheekily grinning eyes and said, "Yes... Well James, It was lovely meeting you, I hope to see you again sometime." She hesitantly announced, reaching out to shake his hand in a nervously formal way. Laughing loudly, James grabbed her proffered hand and used it to pull her hard against his muscular body, openly gripping her buttocks in his huge hands and crushing their groins together in a flagrant display of lustful intimacy. Totally ignoring her gasp of embarrassment, he hugged her tightly against him before bending and kissing her ardently on the lips, forcing his tongue against hers as her lips opened submissively. "It was lovely MEETING you too, Mrs.'Aitch. I'd really love to MEET you again sometime," Barbara felt herself blushing furiously at his unsubtle innuendo, even though a surge of excitement was shooting through her loins. Reluctantly, she dragged herself from his grasp and turned to her chuckling daughter. "Fuck, that was so god-damned sexy." Emma whispered into her red-faced mother's ear as they hugged, giggling as she held her close, "I'm really glad everything worked out mum... Love you so much." "Me too sweetheart. Love you too." Barbara replied, pulling her daughter tightly against her and kissing her warmly on the cheek, "See you soon." Emma grabbed her boyfriend's hand and together they ran down the steps to her car before slinging their bags untidily onto the back seat and jumping in the front. Winding her window down, Emma shouted up at her still-blushing mother, "See you soon Cougar... Love you." "Love you too Emma. Safe journey and don't forget to ring me when you get back." Barbara watched the departing Mini until it disappeared from her view and then turned back into the building, bashfully looking around and hoping no-one who knew her had seen James' brazen display of lascivious familiarity. "Mmmm, I think I may just enjoy being a Cougar." She laughed, enjoying the warm feelings of sexual desire lubricating her loins as she skipped up the stairs to her apartment like a frivolous teenager... * * * * * Note from Oldie:_ I appear to have lost yet another editor. Self-editing is very difficult and nearly always leaves some simple mistakes that would be more easily spotted by a fresh pair of eyes. If there are any such errors in this story, please accept my humble apologies and hopes that they didn't ruin the story too much. If there is anyone out there who would like to help me as an editor, please contact me by e-mail and let's discuss it. I would prefer a mature female (in life too ) but really, anyone who has the patience and time to help would be much appreciated. The Weekend The house was quite easy to find. The sat nav behaved itself and led me down the narrow lane. At the end a stone built converted barn. Just right for a secluded, private, weekend. The door was opened by Marie. Fifty years old, five foot six, brunette hair in a bob. She was healthy, fit looking, although she carried the padding appropriate for a real woman of her age. She looked just as she did in her pictures, a good sign. She smiled, said hello and kissed me on the cheek. She smelled clean and fresh. Chanel Mademoiselle? Her husband, John appeared. This was the moment I was most apprehensive about. Sometime during this weekend I may have to have sex with this man. I hoped my hand wasn't too cold with fear as I shook his. He was slightly taller than me, broader, with a wide smile. He was dressed almost identically to his wife, jeans and a crisp white t-shirt. This was the first time we'd met in person. We'd exchanged emails and pictures for sometime. We'd even masturbated together over the telephone. Were they as I expected? They were what I hoped for. Their home was stylish and airy in a modern country cottage sense. We sat in the living room and made small talk about my journey. We weighed each other up. She was attractive, I could imagine making love to her. Him, could I get naked with him? It might not come to that. There was another woman to arrive to make up the foursome and possibly he might not fancy me in the flesh. The bisexual bit might get forgotten. I don't know how I spoke, my head was pounding and my mouth dry. Just as I was running out of conversation the doorbell rang. Laura was thirty five and well, disappointing. Five foot four, mousey mid length hair, little make up. Her smile was pretty and her eyes friendly. No, she was ok. What am I doing judging this woman? More chat and another glass of wine. What happens next? Marie showed Laura and I to our room. So we were to be a 'couple' for the weekend, sharing a bed for sleep as well as sex. Laura seemed comfortable with this. She had been to a number of John & Marie's weekends. Then Marie said something that made my heart pound even harder. 'Roger is a bit of a virgin with the boys. So we thought we'd start the weekend with him and John giving us a little show. Would you prepare him please Laura?' They'd obviously discussed this beforehand. Laura said she'd dress me. John would be dressed in the same way. Without speaking Laura took off my clothes. She remained in her leggings and sweater. 'Lovely' she said once I was naked. 'Time for your shower'. Her eyes were on me all the time I showered. Slowly my penis began to stiffen. Not fully, just enough for her to notice. She towelled me dry and sprayed me with aftershave. On the bed she laid a black suspender belt, black stockings and a plain black thong. I sat on the bed as she pulled the stockings over my legs and took time to get the suspenders just right. Her touch was enticing. I could have cum there and then. When I was dressed she led me down to the living room. I was told to wait and she left me. I felt cold. I felt scared. I felt excited. This was it, what I had feared and desired for so long. I suppose it will get it over with. I saw myself in the mirror over the mantelpiece. What did I look like? Would they laugh at my body? It's easy to hold your stomach in and choose the best angles for photos, but here I was, warts and all. Laura said I looked lovely. Was she being serious? And what if I couldn't go through with it? Why don't I just run upstairs, get changed and go? Just as I had almost made up my mind to leave I heard footsteps on the stairs, then high heels on the wooden floor of the hallway. The three of them walked in together and I knew I had to see it through. Two women you'd walk past in the street without a glance were transformed. They each wore a shaped black corset which covered their breasts and hips. Black pants and sheer, glistening stockings held up by suspenders. Four inch heeled stilettos and gash red lipstick completed the costume. They sat side by side on the black leather sofa. John was dressed exactly as I was. Glossy black stockings, suspenders, thong, no shoes. I didn't know where to look. Damn it, you're here now. Do it, enjoy it! 'You look lovely' said Marie. 'You've done a good job Laura' 'Thank you. What do you think John?' asked Laura. He stood beside me. 'Beautiful,' he murmured in a deep smooth voice. He walked round me, looking me up and down. His body was as it promised to be from the photographs I'd seen. A broad chest covered in a mat of dark hair. Broad shoulders. And as he passed me the strings of the thong outlined a pair of round powerful buttocks. The stockings followed every contour of his strong, shapely thighs. He stood behind me. I could smell his aftershave again. I felt a sensation on my right shoulder. He was gently kissing it. This was it then. I began to surrender to my desire. His hands reached around and passed over my chest and shoulders. Alternately gently, hardly touching, and more firmly he explored my chest and back. I felt safe, my cock began to swell. I looked over at the two women. They were looking straight at me. I allowed myself to look directly back into their eyes. Still holding my gaze, Marie said 'I think he needs his cock to be released John'. John stroked his hand over my stomach and into the thong. His hand covered my erection. This was the first male hand to touch my cock. I let out a long audible sigh and relaxed backwards. I felt John's chest on my back and his erection was pushing against the softness of my buttocks. This was wonderful. Soon he had pushed the thong from my cock. I stepped out of it and kicked it away. He began to slowly masturbate me, firmly stroking the foreskin up and down over the helmet. No woman had ever wanked me so perfectly. He seemed to understand exactly what I wanted. I cast my eyes over the women. I devoured every curve, every inch of flesh. They enjoyed me in return. 'Don't you cum yet' Marie sounded quite stern. I wasn't going to, I was enjoying this too much. I wanted it to last. 'Would you like to taste cock?' she asked. 'Oh yes.' I murmured. John sat on one of the armchairs. He stretched out his legs towards me. His legs were so strong and shapely. The stockings were sheer and shiny. A narrow line of reflection followed the contours of his calves and thighs. Beyond the stockings his legs were smooth, shaved. I knelt between his legs. I firmly stroked a hand up each leg from the ankle to the thong. Feeling his muscular limbs gave me a wonderful sense of masculinity. This was not like being with a woman. It was different, more animal. There were hormones flowing through my body which were new to me. I wanted that cock in my mouth. I couldn't resist kissing his stockinged legs following the route of my hands. He lay back and sighed deeply. 'Oh God' he whispered. Then the bulge in his thong was in front of my face. My heart beat heavily but slowly. I gently kissed his erection through the fabric. I took a moment to look up at him. His stomach, that hairy chest and strong face gazing down at me. I let my hands explore his chest, pushing my fingers through the hair. 'Beautiful' I heard Laura say. I looked around. The two women were kissing while they watched. 'Take out his cock' said Marie. I held the corners of the thong with both thumbs and forefingers and slowly peeled the material away from his erection. I pulled the thong down his thighs. As I did I had to move his legs closer together making his cock stand proud of his body. It was beautiful. I was surprised how much I wanted to touch it. It was as if the whole power of his masculinity was focused on that rod of flesh. I pushed his legs apart again. Now I understood how he was able to masturbate me so well. His cock was like mine with a pronounced foreskin. I knew I could pleasure him in the same ways I wanked myself. I gripped his erection. It was strange to be holding another man's cock. So familiar but not mine. I began to wank it steadily, the foreskin sliding easily over the head. I was aware of the same musky smell my cock had when aroused. His balls were shaved naked. I cupped them with my other hand. John let out a low moan. 'That is superb' he moaned. I looked up at him. My God, his body was wonderful, so powerful. That wave of masculinity coursed throw me again. What was that about? I wanted to wrestle him. Fight him. I felt my chest swell, my sense of being a man growing inside me. 'Take it in your mouth'. It was Marie. I looked across. They had stopped kissing. 'I don't think you need any more encouragement from us. We'll save the lesbian show for later. Suck him.' I slid the foreskin down gently over the helmet. It was tight and shining with pre-cum. I opened my lips and slowly slid the head inside. It was bigger than I imagined. I suddenly realised I needed to be careful of my teeth, not to scratch him. I sucked. He let out another moan. 'I love to see that' said Laura. 'How does it taste?' I just smiled in reply. I teased the head. It felt so smooth against the roughness of my tongue. I took each of his balls in my mouth. The skin of his smooth scrotum felt amazing. 'You're so fuckin good' I heard John say. He closed his hands over my head, pushing my mouth against his cock. I took his cock deep into my mouth and gripped his thighs tightly with my hands. He began to groan and slowly swear under his breath. 'Fuck...fuck...fuck...' Then he began to move forward 'Get on the fucking floor, get on the fucking floor.' He pushed me on my back onto the rug. He lay full length on top of me. I could feel the full weight and power of his body. He ground his chest into mine and began to kiss my neck. He wanted to kiss my mouth! This was something I didn't want to do. It felt too intimate. But I couldn't stop him. Suddenly his mouth was on top of mine, then his tongue was in my mouth. Again the animal in me took over. I pushed back and our tongues wrestled between our mouths. Our cocks and balls rubbed together. As we kissed I wrapped my stockinged legs around his. They intertwined, the smooth nylon of our stockings sliding over each other. Then he was moving, turning his body round. We found ourselves laying on our sides in a 69 position. My cock was in his mouth. He sucked so well. I did the same. I stroked my hands up and down his legs and body. I clutched his buttocks, they were so firm. We lay there sucking, licking and wanking. It was clear that this would be the climax. He slapped my arse. He decided it was time for me to orgasm. Taking me out of his mouth he wanked me faster and faster. I did the same. The girls were stood above us now, their high heels and stockinged legs an extra turn on. I heard a shoe fall to the ground and felt a stockinged foot caressing my backside. Then another one was stroking my stockinged leg. I couldn't take much more. 'I think you should cum boys' said Marie. 'John first, our guest can cum last. Wank him harder Roger.' I clutched his balls tight as I wanked. Then suddenly I was hit in the face by a hot stream of semen. It was a surprise, and at that moment I came into John's mouth. It was a long, powerful, muscular orgasm. I hadn't cum for five days in preparation. I wanted the first orgasm to be incredible. It was. The ejaculation was so deep. I could feel the muscles around my balls forcing the cum into John's mouth. John sat up revealing the cum in his mouth. He looked up at his wife. 'Swallow it John' she ordered. He gulped it down. 'Well that was a nice start to the weekend' said Laura. 'Shall we eat. The boys need to build up their strength' suggested Marie. The Weekend Ann smiled coyly and responded with a warm, "Wonderful thanks. And how was your weekend?" when her coworkers asked how her weekend was. She yearned to share the details but knew that would blow the minds of her staid coworkers. They would never be able to imagine what a literally wonderful "fucking" weekend it had been. Ann had taken the entire weekend and spent it on herself. From the moment, she got home Friday until she left for work on Monday, She focused on solely on herself and her pleasure. First thing Ann did was pull all the curtains and strip off her clothes. She had made a sexual to do list that she perused for the most tempting options. She turned on the play list that she had made with songs specifically for masturbation. Then, she got down to business. Her list had activities for every room. Ann chose to start in the bedroom. She had read earlier about bondage and masturbation. The thought intrigued her. She had fantasized about being bound and at the mercy of a lover, but had never tried it. Carefully, she bound one leg to right bedpost and the other to the left bedpost making sure the knots were tight. She felt exposed, but in a good way. Forced into a spread eagle position, she began to have fun. She started with her fingers paying special attention to her clitoris, rubbing it to and fro. She began to feel the blood rush to her organs. Quickly, She switched to the massager She had purchased earlier in the day. Starting with the low setting, Ann moved the massager slowly up and down and across her vulva. She began to grow increasingly warm and her pelvis began to tighten. She switched the massager to high and held it directly over her clitoris. Bam! It hit. She felt her thighs try to tighten against the massager, but they were held open. Her body began to jerk. Her ankles hurt as she tried to close in to no avail. She felt herself shaking as she came. Ann moaned in intense pleasure. This was going to be a very, very good weekend. Next, Ann moved to the living room, where she began to engage in more traditional pursuits. Laying a towel out to protect the couch. She laid down and began to play with her massager. First, She turned it on low and moved it slowly up and down over her clitoris. Carefully paced she paced herself. When she could feel the tension rising, she turned off the massager for a minute. She laid their exposed and shaking gently. She wanted it so bad, but she held off knowing the pleasure would be stronger the more she waited. Her hands kept moving down and she would hold them back. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she turned the massager back on. She increased the speed to high. She continued to move it slowly up and down, up and down her clit, until she could barely stand it. Again, she turned it off and waited. When the moment was unbearable, she turned it on and held it directly over her clit applying pressure as she did, until she began to shake all over. Her whole body and mind where fused into one mighty convulsion. Then it was over, she lay there spent and content. After a quiet interlude, Ann was at it again. This time she am on the rocking chair. Ann had set up a mirror before the rocking chair, so she could watch the show. It was like your own free porn. She had to laugh at some of the faces she made. The rocking of the chair and the rhythm of the massager complemented each other beautifully. She took breaks and fingered herself to make the experience last longer. Watching her fingers glide over her womanhood was weird at first, but then she really got into it. It was beautiful to watch and the look of bliss on her face. Much better than chocolate. Saturday was a day of exploration. The guest bedroom is where she keep her art supplies, so she decided to get creative in there. Once, again Ann stripped. She grabbed a paintbrush and chose a bright yellow paint and brown. She proceeded to paint her large and pendulous breasts. The brush tickled as she gently began to paint. While painting the brown around her nipples, she began to swell in other regions. Still she focused on her art. The result was two enormous beautiful sunflowers. Then she laid back ignoring the mess she was making. Laying among the paint, she took the largest paint brush she could find and began to explore her womanhood. The brush tickled at first and then felt luscious as she swirled it around. Sufficiently aroused, she turned the brush around and thrust it into her vagina. It was too little, so she grabbed a handful of brushes and stuck them all in. That was better. The different brushes hitting in different places at the same time, again and again, felt stunning. The paint on her back was cool to the touch, but the liquid dripping down her legs was hot. She was a beautiful, hot, mess. Nothing to do, but to clean up The bathroom had always been one of her favorite places. There is nothing like a long hot shower to relax you after a hard day. Already naked, she stepped in and unscrewed the shower head. The stream of warm water gushed out. Quickly, she repositioned the spray up toward her vulva. The warm, wet sensation made her weak in the knees. Ann leaned back against the shower wall. With one hand, she held the shower hose. With the other hand, she gently pulled back her labia and directed the water directly at her clitoris. In no time, she began to tingle and quiver. In the heat of the moment, Ann cried out, "Oh my goodness!" over and over. The wave subsided but she kept the water shooting toward her clit. Ann waited and then it happened again. She came again. Just as strong as the first time. She shook all over and screamed in ecstasy. Thank heavens the neighbors were not home. Finally, she leaned back against the shower wall exhausted, yet proud. What a truly glorious experience! This is by no means the sum of her weekend, but it gives you a taste. Even as she writes this, she felt the blood rushing downward. An early lunch may be in order. She is on the menu. The Weekend I was driving home from work on Friday evening thinking about all of the things to do this weekend and also how I probably was not going to have any sex unless I found some alone time and Rosie Palm was involved. Just recently my girlfriend and I had decreased the times we were intimate to where months would go by with nothing more than welcome home and good night kisses as our only physical contact. As I pulled into the driveway I looked at the neighbors' yards and how I really needed to get my ass in gear with raking up the leaves. Opening the door into the house from garage I heard My girlfriend, Megan, and other women laughing. Turning the corner from our living room into the dining room there was my girlfriend, my ex Daisy and my friends with benefits from college named Tara Lynn. I guess I better describe them all before I get any further. Megan is five foot three with strawberry blonde hair, fair skinned, and 36C breasts. My favorite sexual aspect of her is her mouth and she gives great head. She loves to tease me knowing I am at her mercy. Daisy is also five foot three, but coal black hair, dark complexion, 34 B, and has some extra cushion in her ass. Daisy is without a doubt the dirtiest and probably craziest girl I have ever met and if a relationship was based just on sex we would be an ideal couple and still be a couple, but let us be honest if that is your number priority for a spouse you have probably been divorced once or twice. Tara Lynn is 5 foot 5 long brown hair, fair skinned with a 38 D rack. Tara Lynn has always been super energetic and willing to try anything twice. Megan noticed me first since she was positioned in the chair facing me with Daisy and Tara's back to me. She stood up from her chair to reveal she was wearing a leather dominatrix cat suit and all I can say to describe it was damn. Megan said, "well girls I guess we were having too much fun getting to know each other and the time has flown by. Look who is here ladies." Both Tara and Daisy stood up Tara was wearing a black corset with red trim pushing her tits almost up to her chin. Daisy was wearing just a pink thong that already looked like it was wet. Her boobs had a little sag to them, but still looked good with her nipples already hard and looking like pencil erasers. I was not sure what was going on with these three, but at that moment I could not think about anything else besides biting down on those nipples until I heard Daisy moan again. I thought looking at the tits was just a split second thing, but maybe it was longer because I heard Megan again talking, "I know you have not been satisfied with our physical relationship lately and I love you so I contacted Daisy and Tara to see what would be your ultimate fantasy. Talking to them, and looking at your porn searches I decided that you would probably want to be dominated. Not only dominated, but by the alpha female. It wasn't hard to convince Daisy to participate as she is quite the slut maybe even a little more than what you remember. Tara Lynn took a little more persuading but since she always wanted to date you and you just wanted something without drama she was intrigued by the chance to give you a little pain." Megan came over to me and asked if I was ready to serve her. When I nodded my head she slapped me hard across the face and said to address her as Mistress. She looked over to the girls and told them to bring me into bedroom and for me not to touch them or her without her permission. Tara grabbed my left hand and Daisy my right hand leading me down the hallway to the master bedroom. On my nightstand was some vibrators, dildos, a paddle, and riding crop. Megan instructed Tara to undress me as she beckoned Daisy to bend over the bed. While Tara was lowering my pants and underwear Megan was inserting a remote controlled vibrator into Daisy's already wet pussy. After giving Daisy a slap on her right ass cheek, Megan grabbed Daisy's hair and pulled her up until their mouths were next to each other and gave Daisy a long slow wet French kiss. After she pulled Daisy away she told Tara Lynn to come over to her and for Daisy to put me on the bed and attach me to the under the bed restraints. When Tara was in front of her, Megan grabbed the front of Tara's corset opening it up to let her melons hang out and put nipple clamps on each of them. I do not think Tara was ready for that, but said nothing in protest was just breathing heavier. I was supine on the bed while Daisy climbed on top of me with just her inner thighs touching my flanks. Her tits were hanging inches from my face while she tied my arms up and then turned around so her ass and pussy were right up against my nose while my legs were strapped in. Daisy smothered her bottom into my nose as Megan turned on Daisy's vibrator causing her to almost come all over me. Megan again pulled on Daisy's hair until she was looking up at Megan and Megan's hand grabbed Daisy's throat informing her that if she came before her Mistress gave her permission she would not be able to have any more fun this weekend so would just have to watch. Daisy nodded she understood and removed herself off of the bed and kneeled on the right side of the bed next to Tara Lynn who was already kneeling. Mistress Megan stood on the L side and told us all that we will be all having fun this weekend, but it was all for her pleasure. If anyone disagreed they could leave right now, because when she started all instances of not following her commands would result in instantaneous physical punishment, or orgasm denial. Mistress Megan informed us the first activity we would be doing was she was going to sit down on my face and I was going to give her an orgasm. Not that my member was not hard already, but hearing this made it strain and I swear grow another inch. Seeing me shake a bit and start breathing harder she twisted my nipple and said, "Now, I want your full attention while you are lapping at my clit. Your number one priority is to make your Mistress happy right? While you are working on my vagina Tara is going to be giving you a blow job and Daisy is going to be eating out your ass, because she told me how much you love that and I want Daisy to continue to by her slutty self. If you shoot your jizz down Tara's throat our over those beautiful globes you will be punished is that understand?" "Yes Mistress Megan, I am here only for your pleasure and to please you." Megan took off her cat suit and lowered mound into my face while her asshole was pressed against my nose. As I started licking her slit Daisy was tonguing my butthole and Tara Lynn had a hand on my balls and the other one stroking my hard cock. I could feel Megan grinding herself into my face as she was arching her back and Tara started giving long licks all the way up and down my shaft. Megan was getting close, but I was not sure that I could hold out as I was having trouble concentrating on anything besides the girls give my cock a damn good blowjob and tossing my salad. I do not know if Megan sensed it or not but she reminded of what punishment was awaiting me if she did not get her orgasm first. "I swear Seth if I see you cum before me I am going to paddle your ass so hard you will not be able sit at work for three days and more importantly I will not let you participate in any more reindeer games I have planned for this week." Well, that statement allowed me to put my eye on the prize and after less than another minute she came all over my face and unstraddled me. She then told Daisy to lick her juice off my face while telling Tara Lynn to jerk me off on her big tits. As Tara Lynn was pumping furiously on my cock Megan put her mouth to my ear and told me she was going to lick the left tit clean while Daisy licked the right one clean and they fingered Tara Lynn to an orgasm. That visual with everything else going on was all I could take and I came 6-7 good spurts across Tara's face and tits. That was the beginning of a weekend I will never forget would you like to hear more?