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Baby Steps

By: Hedoliz



I would like to call this "baby steps" because it's a story of how I learned to become an exhibitionist. Two years ago I would never thought that I would be willing to show myself to strangers, but at my husband's prodding, little by little I have gone from "accidentally" showing myself, to wantonly spreading my pussy open at the drop of a hat (if the situation and my mood is right, of course)

It all started two years ago when my husband Jim and I went to Venice Beach for the first time since our daughter Christine was born. I was slowly getting my figure back and was slightly embarrassed because I had a few stretch marks from the pregnancy, but Jim encouraged me and told me how beautiful I was, stretch marks and all. I have never considered myself a "beautiful" woman, but his telling me that gave me the confidence to grab my bikini and off we went.

The first thing I discovered when I went into the rest room to change in to my suit was that it no longer fit me! I had actually LOST weight in the six months six months since Christine was born. I found that I had to keep pulling it up when walked because if I didn't my ass would show. Jim laughed when I told him, and he replied that it didn't make any difference to him, since he liked my ass and there were very few people around anyway.

We laid on our towels for maybe 15 minutes talking and laughing and enjoying ourselves when Jim looked at me seriously and asked if I wanted to go in the water with him. Yeah, I thought, I'm supposed to go in the water with a bikini that I have to hold up all the time? Jim smiled and told me that that was WHY he had asked me to go in the water. He WANTED to see me in the water trying to keep my suit up! In truth, he wanted to see me NOT keep my suit up. While we were on the towels, he told me, that no only was it loose around the middle, it was also loose between the legs and that my cunt had been exposed the whole time to whoever had passed by. Cunt was the word that he used, and I hate the word. I much prefer pussy (or even twat), but the effect was the same. I looked and saw that he was right. There was a noticeable gap between the fabric and my body. I tried to remember whether or not anyone had walked by but I couldn't remember. Fuck it. I thought, if Jim doesn't care, why should I?

I reached up and took his hand and we walked down to the water. I could see that Jim had a hard on as his suit was sticking out in front. I told him that turn about was fair play. If I was to be embarrassed. then he could damn well be embarrassed as well. Who's embarrassed, he asked, and he pulled aside his shorts and stuck out his hard cock. I couldn't help but look around to see who else was around. Nobody. I'm sure that Jim wouldn't have done that if someone was, but then with Jim you never knew.

Now, let's see yours, he said, and he playfully reached his hand up my suit and started fingering my pussy. We had never done anything like this in public before, and I was kind of shocked, but I was also becoming very very excited. I was afraid that someone would see, but secretly I was hoping that someone would. I scanned the beach quickly before grabbing his cock and pulling it toward my belly.

We stood there for a while, his fingers playing over and in my pussy and his cock pressed firmly against my belly. I knew that if anyone was to come along right about now they would get an eyeful, not because of Jim's cock or my pussy, we could easily press closer together and hide that, but I could tell that the back of my suit was down at least an inch or more and my ass was exposed.

Jim finally broke away from me, put his cock back in his pants, and ran toward the water and dove in. I pulled up the back of my suit and waded in, following Jim. As the first wave hit, I felt the suit slide off my hips again, and I modestly pulled them back up. Jim smiled and asked why?

I thought to myself, does he really like me to show myself off? Does he want me to let it all hang out? He had never indicated that he enjoyed seeing me like this in public, but then I had never been exposed in a situation like this before. It was a strange feeling not knowing whether I should be modest or wanton. I wanted to do what Jim wanted, yet I didn't know whether he wanted me to show off or not. I also wanted to do what I wanted to do, yet I was afraid. Would he be angry if I took it another step, or would he be disappointed if I didn't? I opted to play the wanton side (within reason) and let the next wave take my bottoms even further down After the wave had passed, I let him have a good look at my pussy before "modestly, yet slowly" pulling them back up.

I learned later that it took a lot of nerve for him to say what he said next, but he asked if I would mind letting another wave hit me and let it pull my suit all the way down. I literally tingled with excitement as I looked back to the beach and saw that a middle aged man had placed a beach chair about 10 feet from our towel and was watching us in the water. He had probably seen my suit fall off and was hoping that I would give him a good show. I could also tell that Jim knew that he was there as I saw his eyes looking over my shoulder towards the man. I debated for a moment before giving in to what I now believe had been a secret fantasy. As the next wave hit, I let the suit fall all the way down and when I stood up I was exposed completely.

Jim smiled a mysterious smile, grabbed my hand and thanked me. He then wickedly suggested that we go back to the blanket and take it another step.

As we approached the blanket we avoided eye contact with the man, but we could tell that he was watching us. I was very hot, and I could tell that Jim was too. He couldn't keep his hands off me. We kissed and rubbed each others body with tanning oil and I made sure that my suit was showing off as much of my body as I could possibly let it without making it seem blatant. Every time I turned I could tell that the man was getting a good look at either my pussy or my ass. It was a tremendous turn on for me. I spread my legs even further apart while Jim pulled out the Backgammon set and we played a few games. Before we left I got up enough courage to strip down completely while I changed back into my suit. As we were leaving the man smiled at us and told us with a wink that he would think us at least half the home. I took that to mean he would jack off in the car and would come before he got home.

Needless to say we came before we got home as well. Jim was so horny that he fucked me in the car in the parking lot before we even left! From that day on we have played exhibitionistic games that have become more and more daring and more fun and exciting. Maybe later I will continue this story and tell you even more.

Baby Steps



I woke to a blaring headache and the feeling that something had died in my mouth. I cracked my grainy eyes open and shut them immediately. It’s too damn sunny in this fucking apartment, then I remembered and groaned. My apartment wasn’t sunny in the morning; it faced another building. I must have gone out last night.

I sat up, and groaned as a wave of nausea ran through me. I lunged off the bed and blindly followed the sound of running water. Thank God, I praised with my usual desperate religion when I found that the bathroom’s door was open, and within moments, my head was stuck in the toilet and I was puking my guts out. After ten minutes, I finally sat back on my heels, and grimaced, wiping my mouth.

I glanced around, and noticed that the shower was no longer running. On the sink there lay toothpaste and an unopened packet of toothbrushes. Ninety-nine cent toothbrushes that made me yearn for my own automatic, battery-run, state-of-the-art toothbrush that kept my teeth clean and gums healthy. However, beggars could not be choosers, and at least I wasn’t going home with vomit still swimming in my mouth after being kicked out of the apartment I woke up in.

I went back to the bedroom and climbed into my clothes. I could practically feel the collective grime on my body festering and creating maggots.

I walked down the hallway, wondering where the owner of the apartment was, when I heard the words, “Dave, sit.”

I looked to my right to see the kitchen, fully equipped with a table, shiny kitchenware, and a man with black, wavy hair that reached the nape of his neck, wearing black glasses, a white button down shirt on, blue slacks, grey socks, and a blue tie standing before an oven, cooking.

Damn, not again. Not another man.

There were two seats at the table, and I sat in one of them. Within seconds, he placed a plate with eggs, two strips of bacon, a glass of water and two pills in front of me. 

After grimacing, wondering how I could eat with a queasy stomach, I tried the eggs and practically swallowed the pills and the whole meal dry. I sat back and noticed that my headache had receded and that the man hadn’t eaten. He had watched me do so, leaning back against the counter with his arms folded. When he saw that he had my attention, he walked forward, brushing against me as he moved the silverware out of the way, and pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the table, his legs dangling on either side of me, his ‘house guest.’

I swallowed. This man was very, very sexy, and as soon as the thought came into my head, I looked away, guilty.

I looked up again, and lost myself in grey eyes hidden behind lenses when I heard a soft, deep voice say, “I know it’s not my problem, and you probably don’t want to hear this, but I’m going to say it. You’re a closet case. It takes kegs of beers for you to even admit that you might be gay. You’re not even bi. I know because I’ve been watching you, and, believe it or not, I’ve liked what I’ve seen. But I’ve also seen the engagement ring you have on. I’m giving you an ultimatum, because I know who your fiancé is, and I really like her. So here it is; either you get your shit together and take your first baby steps out of that comforting closet of yours, or I tell her that you are attracted with people that have flat chests, short, spiky hair and dicks.”

I could only stare. This was . . . scary. He didn’t know this guy. Didn’t know his name. Had never seen him before, and here he was, dictating my life. I opened my mouth and said, “There’s no way in hell I’m gay.”

The man lifted an eyebrow. “Oh? People so drunk that they can’t muster the strength to cross their eyes don’t lie. You did things to me last night that you never would have done when you were sober, and guess what; you enjoyed every single minute of it just as much as I did,” with every word, he leaned closer, until our noses were almost touching.

“No,” I breathed, beginning to panic and flushing when I realized that my cock was pressing up against my jeans.

“Oh, yes. You’re hot in bed. With other men. I rather doubt that you were anywhere near is wild with another woman as you had been with me last night. Well,” he leaned back and I swallowed, “As I’ve said, I know and like your fiancé, and I know several men that would be just perfect for her. I also know some that would be perfect for you.” He looked away, and said, “One of them’s me,” he looked back, his gray eyes dark and piercing, “however, I don’t think you’ll like me much after this.”

The man leaned forward again and my breath hitched, but he pulled back almost immediately, holding up a business card. “Just in case you do.”

He dropped the card on the table, hopped off, and walked out of the kitchen. I listened hard, spellbound, and heard the man put on a jacket, or blazer, shoes, and open the door, calling, “But don’t take too long,” and the door closing.

I swallowed, eyes watered, and nearly lunged for the card.

Christopher Lejeune.

~*~*~

It was in Starbucks, a few blocks down from the building where I worked, where I told Josephine the news in front of her best friend, Arnie, a coworker. I didn’t really want to tell her in front of someone, but considering that this would really hurt her, I figured she would need someone to console her. Arnie, a man, was the girlfriend she never head. Her words, not mine. I sighed. Baby steps, get on with it.

“I love you, Josephine, I really do, however, there’s something that I want to tell you. But first, ah, never mind, I just have something to tell you and I beg you not to blow up in this very public place. Please, please, please.”

I couldn’t ask her about Christopher Lejeune. I still hadn’t been able to deal with it. 

She blinked at me and gave a tentative, almost hopeful smile. “Let me guess, you cheated on me.”

“No!” I frowned. “Yes. Just, not with a woman.”

“Not with a woman? What’s that supposed to mean?”

I dreaded this part. I didn’t want to reveal himself as gay, but I said, “I think I might be gay,” nonetheless.

Out of the corner of my eye, Arnie’s jaw dropped.

“Oh my god! Then why are you dating me?”

I swallowed. “I couldn’t admit it.”

To my surprise, she nodded and smiled. “I understand. You know my brother, Cole? The one I told you about?” she waited for my nod before she continued, “Well, he’s gay. I needed to practically move heaven and hell to get him to admit it, but he did. Luckily, I did it right before he left for college. Unfortunately, his heart was broken several times there.”

Her smile faded, and she looked off into space for few minutes before refocusing on me, the man that was supposed to be marrying her in three months. “I understand, Dave, I really do, and while I don’t like that you led me on for so long, at least you didn’t realize it after we married.”

Okay, so maybe her heart wouldn’t be that broken.

“I love you, Josephine, I wasn’t lying about that. But, I love you as a sister.”

She smiled. “And I love you as one, too, Dave, and I am officially letting you free of our engagement. Wait, I’ll do that only on one condition.”

I smiled, knowing that it wouldn’t be anything bad, and nodded for her to go on.

“Well, the first is that you have to still be my friend, ‘cause you’re loads of fun to be around, and that, you’ll be just as understanding when I tell you my news.”

“What news?”

“Well, I don’t know how to say this. Cole actually talked to me about it, told me that I simply must tell you, and that everything will turn out all right in the end. I’m not really sure, I mean, you are . . . gay. And I respect that, I really do. I accept your sexual preference with open-”

“Josephine.”

“Yes?”

“What is it that you want to tell me?”

“Wait.”

“What?”

“What did you mean that you cheated on me, just not with women? Have you been sleeping around with men? Oh, well, duh, you’re gay, right? Okay, um, how’d you cheat on me?”

“Um, when I got really, really drunk, never the same man twice, and I’ve never seen any of them again.”

“Oh, okay then. Well, we have something in common.”

“What do we have in common?”

“I’ve also been fooling around with men. Only, it was really one man, and one cup of Sprite which isn’t alcoholic, generally, but I’m pretty sure it was spiked, if a just opened bottle can be spiked, and, I really like him, and I want to date him, but I thought that it was just wedding day jitters, and that I’d get over him, but I’d get hot whenever he looked at me, and he is really good in bed.” She ran out of steam and cast an apologetic glance at me.

Now Arnie stared at her.

I pursed his lips and nodded. “Well, it would be really inane for me to get angry at you.”

“I agree.”

“You might.”

“Of course.”

“I gotta go.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Goodbye.”

“Drive home safely,” she said.

“I will.”

“I love you.”

“Ditto.”

“Don’t be angry.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re sure?”

“No,” he responded.

“Well, then, please don’t beat up Frederick.”

“Frederick?” I shouted.

I think Arnie might have echoed me, but my voice was definitely the one that carried. Several people in the place turned to look at us.

“Yes, Frederick,” I could swear she looked smug.

“Frederick’s a fucking womanizer!”

“No he’s not!”

“Yes he is!”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I know!”

“And what kind of evidence is that?”

I glared and walked out, muttering ‘Frederick’ again and again beneath my breath.

~*~*~

I, as a rule, do not project an image of myself as uptight. Even though I am. It had taken me two weeks to make myself stop fooling myself and finally begin to notice guys. Immediately, I realized that, with my oppressed sexuality rising up, I lusted after anything that even had the remote possibility of having a dick hanging between his legs and wasn’t a hundred pounds overweight.

The exception; Frederick.

Frederick was a jerk, a bastard, a son of a bitch, and an idiot. He had gotten more sedate over the past weeks, but he was still all four of those things. Though, his features were handsome. 

My hatred of Frederick started in my first day of work. I had come in, hoping to finally do something productive in my life, and was placed in a cubicle just opposite of Frederick’s.

I had been searching for a bug in a malfunctioning computer system when I heard, “Listen, babe, you’re cute and all, but I do not want to date you. . . . No, I’m not dating anyone. . . . I’m just not the type of man that wants to be tied down. . . . Babe . . . babe . . . babe! Listen! You want the truth? Fine! All you are is a piece of ass to me! I’ve fucked you, and now I’m moving on to greener pastures! I don’t even want to see ever you again! I didn’t want to tell you this, so don’t start crying. . . . Ugh, whatever. Welcome to the scene, babe.”

I had turned to see Frederick turn off his cell phone, smiling.

And now, I wanted blood. There was no way that my innocent little Josephine was going to be hurt by that womanizing, pompous ass.

I stalked over to his cubicle, and grinned predatorily when I noticed that the devil was already in his work place. I walked over, nodded when Frederick noticed me, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him out of his seat. “Hear me now, you fucking piece of shit; if you hurt Josephine, at all. I don’t care if you do it by refusing to buy her favorite bag of chips for her or break her heart, know this; if or when it happens, I will hunt you down, and skin you. Your pretty little face is going to look nice mounted above my bed.”

Frederick sneered, “So you can jerk off to it, you fag?”

“Cheap shot, Freddy,” I said as his blood ran cold. He couldn’t know.

“Oh, yeah? Then why’d she come to kind, understanding, loving Frederick when her little Davey Wavey wasn’t giving her what she needs? Or are you just impotent?”

I snarled, wondering what I could send at him for throwing at me that I hadn’t been able to force myself to sleep with Josephine when I remembered something.

/“You did things to me last night that you never would have done when you were sober, and guess what; you enjoyed every single minute of it just as much as I did.”/

And then I smiled and did what he had wanted to do to Frederick for the years that we had been working in the same company. I decked him.

~*~*~

I knocked, telling myself that I could do this. Then again, this was like returning to the scene of the crime. Damn, fucking damn. Baby steps. I should take baby steps. I shouldn’t, couldn’t back out. This was important.

Christopher opened the door, smiled, and moved so I could come in.

“Um, thanks. Has a really long time passed, Christopher?” I asked, as I walked into the corridor

“No, have you found yourself? Call me Chris.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Do you like yourself?”

“Pretty much.”

“Anything specific?”

“No.”

“How’s your fiancé doing?”

I held up his hand, “She’s been relegated to friend. I’m worried about her choice in men.”

“I’ll help her out.”

“Thanks. Though, I hope you’ll do it soon. I now have to take Anger Management because of my dislike for him.”

“What did you do?”

“Punched him. In the nose. Broke it. And I’m not being funny when I say, I seriously do not know why my boss is so angry at me punching that jerk. I swear some people cheered when I did it.”

Chris smiled, and closed the door. When he turned back, his face was serious. “So, why have you come here today, Dave? What do you want? Burning hot sex? A relationship? Or do you just want to know how I know your fiancé?”

‘A relationship’ and ‘How do you know my fiancé’ warred in my mind, but what came out was, “Sex.”

I blinked, and blushed. “I mean, I want-”

I was shut off by Chris’ warm, awfully inviting mouth. I backed him up into the wall, pressing against him, rubbing my growing erection against his. I felt, rather than heard, Chris moan. Felt it reverberate through his chest and back.

I tore my mouth from his and gritted my teeth when I felt a hand snake below my belt and cup me. Moaning, I began to kiss his neck, biting, suckling, anything that might cause pleasure, and hit on a hot spot when I bit the earlobe. I could feel his hand massaging me, and wanted to be closer to Chris. 

I desperately tried to unbutton his shirt, but only succeeded in ripping off a few buttons. I abandoned that idea, and went for his pants. I had more success there, and in moments, I was pumping a cock and sober for the first time. I shivered when I heard Chris moan, and felt his hands move around my waist to squeeze my ass.

Time swam, I was lost in his and my sighs, moans, groans, the way his body moved against mine, the way his neck curved, how he thrashed his head, how smooth he was, how wonderful it felt to hold him, to feel him. How glorious it was to be with a man.

All too soon, Chris cried out and warm, sticky fluid flooded my hand. His knees buckled and he leaned on me for support, trembling. We stayed like that for a few moments, Chris regaining his bearings and me holding him, stroking his back and hair, until he picked up his head and said, “Sorry about that. You were the last person I’ve slept with, and, as I’ve said, you were awfully good.”

“I was drunk.”

Chris shrugged and smiled. “Guess you’re a natural. I’d really love to see more of what you can do when you’re not drunk as hell.”

I grinned and leaned down to kiss him, a fleeting touch. “I’d love to see more, too.”

He frowned and shook his head suddenly. “Actually, never mind.”

“Huh?”

“It’s your first time doing this when sober. It’s gotta be all about you, babe.”

“What? No. I don’t need that.”

Chris grinned, kissed me passionately before pulling back and saying, “Oh, but I do.”

He pushed me, and dropped to his knees. He was experienced, and I cried out as my member was suddenly freed and engulfed in heat. Heat that enveloped me to the core. 

I braced myself against the wall, fighting desperately to keep from grabbing Chris’ head and fucking his face. It had scared the few girls I’d been with, and I didn’t want that happening now.

I felt the suction, felt Chris retreat until only my head was between his lips and breathed out through his nose sharply, sending a rush of air to caress me. 

I keened and leaned forward until my forehead touched the wall as Chris bobbed on my dick, stopping every once in a while to breathe, to hold me within him, to torture me, until my hands grabbed his hair and forced his head up and down a few times before impaling his face on me, and letting go of myself.

I stood rigid, head thrown back, eyes closed tight. I could feel Chris swallowing everything, milking him. When it was over, I drew Chris up to my level. Cuddling into him, I said, “Well, damn. Why the fuck couldn’t you open my eyes sooner?”

~*~*~

Sometime during the night, Chris turned to me and said, “Fuck me.”

We teased and stroked each other, then Chris turned around, handing me KY jelly. I lubed my fingers, and inserted them into his asshole, almost moaning at the velvety furnace that I had delved into. I fingered him for what seemed like hours, until he was begging to be filled.

I stayed where I was. I was anticipating and fearing the next step. When Chris called me a bloody bastard and then went off to in another language, I rolled on a condom and pushed into Chris, moaning. He was so tight, so good. I hit his prostate and knew it by his sudden shriek and began driving into it. I felt him moving against me, moaning, groaning, wanting more of me, and came.

We back on the bed, with Chris whimpering, moving against the bed, begging to come himself. I knew, and rested for a few minutes before turning over on my back, taking him with me, and wrapped my hand around Chris’ erection. Chris sighed, murmuring, already half asleep when he came. I chuckled before curling around him and falling asleep.

~*~*~

“You know, last night, you started speaking in another language,” I said as I sat down at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, French.”

“Why?”

“I’m French.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, I came to America when I was five, when my French mother met my American stepfather, and four years ago I went to France to teach English.”

“Why?”

“Felt like getting away from my family,” Chris said, and began transferring food from pans to plates.

“Big one?”

“No, just an overbearing one.”

“Hey, you said that you’d been watching me the first time we met.”

“I was.”

“Like a stalker?”

“No, as a friend of your fiancé’s. Josephine told me all about you.”

“And you just decided to follow me around?”

“I didn’t follow you around.”

“Then how’d I end up in your bed?” I asked, watching Chris’ butt when he leaned down to set the table.

“I came to the club once, and you were there. You were drunk and went home with a guy. I saw you several more times and each time you were drunk and left with a guy.”

“So you decided that it was your turn?”

“You don’t think highly of me, do you? I didn’t decide that it was my turn. The plan was that I’d get you to my apartment, sober you up, and talk some sense into you.”

“And we ended up fucking, how?”

“The plan was going well. You were in my apartment, and I was heading toward the kitchen to get coffee for you. I looked back, and there you were, naked in the middle of my living room, and most definitely horn. You could’ve tempted an angel, and I’m nowhere near saintly,” Chris chuckled.

“Huh, how long have you known that you’re gay?”

“Practical forever. I was a very randy teenager?”

“Did your parents know?”

“No, um, I had this habit as a teenager that I do not have now.”

“What habit?”

“I’d tell every different lover of mine a different name so that when they called my house, my mom would tell them that it’s the wrong number.”

“So you wouldn’t get caught?” I asked, impressed.

“Yeah.”




Baby Steps



“So does your mom know now?”

“She got suspicious when call after call was made to our house by various guys. And since at that time my father was too busy setting up his business to cheat on her, and she definitely knew that he was totally and completely straight, and she wasn’t sleeping around either, the blame fell on me.”

“How’d she take it?”

“Now whenever I visit, she tries to set me up with guys, straight or gay. According to her, no man would be foolish enough to turn me down.”

“Seems like quite a lady. I assume there are embarrassing stories,” I said, smiling.

“Yeah, boatloads,” Chris said, smiling with a faraway look in his eyes. He glanced at the clock, “Hmm, looks like we have enough time for a quickie. Are you up for it?” 

“You don’t even have to ask.” 

~*~*~

I swaggered into work the next morning. Everywhere, fellow co-workers turned or leaned out of cubicles to look at me and smile.

When I got to my own cubicle, Frederick walked up and said, “Well, you must have gotten lucky last night.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Because a certain someone came to my apartment last night telling me to be careful around you because you knew, and were angry. She burst into tears when she was told of what had happened at work yesterday morning. I say, it was such a pleasure to hear her sobs turn into moans.”

I frowned and thought that over in my head. Then I shrugged. I didn’t feel like fighting. “As long as you gave her pleasure.”

Frederick stared at me, surprised, and said, “As long as I- . . . So, who’s the lucky girl? Know her long?”

“And why would you want to know that?”

“You threatened me because you thought I was going to hurt Josephine. Would be interesting if you were doing just that.”

“How much did she tell you?”

“Only that the two of you separated and that I should be careful. Why? Does she know a big, dark secret?”

I paused and then asked the question that had been plaguing my mind since she had told me of her alliance with him. “Why her, Frederick? Why Josephina? Is it because she was my fiancé? God knows she’s not model quality like your other girlfriends. She’s short, curvy, and plain to look at. Why her?”

Frederick thought about that, and decided to give him a straight answer. “Because she’s real.”

“What kind of an answer is that?”

“Spend some time around models and you’ll see.”

With that, he turned and sat down at his work station.

~*~*~

I opened my eyes, and sighed. Damn, once again I woke up alone. It was really starting to get to me. I scratched myself and sat up, blinking when the sun hit my eyes. When the world slid back into focus I stood up and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. After that, I walked into the kitchen and grinned. 

I slid in behind Chris and wrapped his arms around him. “Déjà vu,” I murmured. The only thing that was different was that he wasn’t wearing his glasses anymore. He had put in contacts after we had nearly crushed his glasses while trying to devour each other.

“As always, except, you’re following a different script this morning.”

“I’m tired of waking up alone.”

“You haven’t complained.”

“I’m complaining now.”

“Why?” Chris sighed when his pants dropped and I wrapped his hand around him, feeling him plump up.

“We’ve been fucking for a month and I’m still waking up alone. So, I’m annoyed.”

“Why?”

I growled and bit my lover’s ear, smiling when he yelped. “Don’t be so analytical. I’m annoyed and that’s that.”

It took a second for Chris to get back on track, and then he muttered, “Oh, beware of the Almighty’s annoyance.”

“Cute.”

Chris moaned when I pushed two fingers wet with my saliva into him, twisting, stroking. “God, you finger well,” he sighed.

I chuckled and replaced my fingers with my cock, and shoved.

Chris cried out when I filled him abruptly. When he relaxed, I began to move.

I frowned when he murmured, “We never fuck face to face.”

“So?” I licked his ear.

“Nothing,” he sighed and leaned against me.

We moved in tandem, our heads whirling with the feeling of filling and being filled.

~*~*~

I glared. “What the fuck is he doing here?” I asked. I had had a bad day at work because of an uncooperative program, and didn’t need, nor want, this.

“Well, the two of you have to learn how to get along,” Josephine said with her best smile, “And Frederick’s agreed to it, so you better, too.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so! I love both of you! I want you to be friends!”

I noticed Frederick pull at his collar at that, and sneered, “Don’t tell me you’re not used to declarations of love. Surely you’ve had enough of that from women only seeking a good lay.”

She gasped and Frederick said, “No, but your extraordinary ex-fiancé is fond of giving love bites during sex. Last night she left a particularly bad one and it itches.”

I frowned and glanced at Josephine, who had developed an extraordinary case of sunburn on her face.

“I don’t want to hear this,” I growled, and stalked out of his apartment, making sure to slam the door on his way out.

~*~*~

I got to Chris’ apartment at the same time he came home from work, and slammed him against the door just as he was trying to open it. 

“Why is she still with Frederick?” I asked as I pressed against him and kissed him savagely.

Chris moaned and wound his hands through my hair, murmuring, “She really likes him,” when I began suckling on his neck.

I growled and bit him, my hands at his hips, lifting him against my erection.

I dimly heard a gasp, and then Chris said, “Well, hello Mrs. Freiden, and how is your poodle today?”

A sniff and then, “Her name is Daisy.”

“Right, how is Daisy?”

I pressed against him, and he bit his lip.

“Daisy’s just fine, thank you for asking.”

“Any time, Mrs. Freiden.”

A door closed.

“Dave, we have to get in the apartment,” Chris whispered.

“Open the door,” I whispered, tuck my hand into his pants and brushed a finger against his hole.

“Damn you.” He lifted his pelvis into me and then we fell onto his apartment floor.

“Fuck,” I muttered, and sat up to drag our feet out of the way and closed the door before yanking Chris’ pants down and engulfing him.

~*~*~

“Dave?”

“Yeah?”

“Here’s my key.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want an old biddy coming out and having a heart attack when seeing us. We’re lucky that that was Mrs. Freiden.”

“Oh, well then, here’s mine.”

“Thanks.”

~*~*~

I growled when they walked in front of me into my apartment. “Why the fuck am I doing this again?” I asked.

“Because you’re the only one of us with an extra keyboard, and I really need it to work my computer.”

Josephine’s keyboard had stopped working and she had been complaining about it when the four of us had met for lunch, I can almost tolerate Frederick now, not that I’d ever tell him. I’d offered her the use of my extra keyboard. How was I to know that after work she’d be cheap and march down to the house along with Frederick and Arnie?

I shook my head, and walked past them, “I hate you, Frederick. I’m annoyed at you, Josephine. And I’m really sorry for this, Arnie.”

Arnie shrugged, and looked around. “You have a nice place,” he said.

“Uh huh.”

I opened my bedroom door a crack, and smiled when I saw the mop of hair sticking out from my covers. I moved in carefully, making sure that the others wouldn’t see, and closed the door, locking it.

I walked over and straddled Chris through the covers before uncovering his chest. 

“Hey baby,” I murmured, and dipped my tongue into his ear.

He scrunched up his nose, and snuffled, but his eyes remained closed. I smirked and began to kiss my way down his chest, stopping at a nipple and nipping it. I suckled until it was a hard knob and he was stirring. I looked up to see him smiling down at me sleepily. He looked at the clock and said, “I think you’re an hour late.”

“I know I am. Miss me?” I continued to kiss down his belly.

He sighed and shifted before murmuring, “Never.” His hands flew up to grab onto the rungs of the bed when I took him into my mouth.

I suckled, enjoying his taste, loving how he breathed raggedly through his mouth when we heard, “Hey, Dave, didn’t you find it yet?”

His hand shoved me off him and I plopped back on my butt while he sat up and glared at me. “What the fuck was that?”

I played dumb. “Well, that was a blowjob. Come on, you’ve had more experience than me, surely you know that.”

He lunged and we sprawled back on my bed and he took over the position of dominance by straddling me. “The whole, ‘Dave, did you find it’ thing. What was that?”

“Oh, that was Josephine calling out to ask me if I had found something I need to giver her yet. Hey, you know Josephine, right?”

Chris glared and said, “Get rid of her.”

“Actually, it’s a ‘them.’ Frederick and Arnie are here too. Hey, why didn’t you fix that yet?”

“Because, as I’ve said, she’s happy with him. And, he’s not gay.”

“Very funny.”

“Now, get rid of them.”

“But see, I’m kind of conflicted. I would much rather bring you to orgasm, and know that they’re out there, hearing me make you cry out with pleasure.”

Chris cursed underneath his breath and said, “Freaking bastard.”

“Yep.”

He leaned in and kissed me, taking my breath away and we began to move against each other. I could see the mirror over his shoulder, could see my hands traveling down his back to cup his backside, spread his cheeks, and play with his pucker.

Then, “Yo, Dave, how long’s this gonna take?”

We broke off and I shouted, “Just a few more minutes.”

I turned to Chris, ready to kiss him again, but he leaned with narrowed eyes and said, “Get rid of them.”

“Why? One doesn’t get rid of friends.”

“I don’t care. I want you to fuck me.”

“I don’t need to get rid of them to do that.”

“Don’t be obtuse, you shithead. Get rid of them.”

I looked at him for any signs of weakness, and finally relented. “Okay.”

I walked over to my closet, grabbed a box from the top shelf, and walked over to the door. I stopped and looked down, then at Chris.

He smirked. “Your mess, you get yourself out of it.”

I made a face at him and walked out, again making sure that nobody could see into the room.

I handed the keyboard over to Josephina, who smiled and began walking down the corridor. “Thanks, Dave. We’ll be leaving now.”

Frederick followed, but Arnie lingered. He opened his mouth, then his eyes saw my erection and he blushed. After that, he practically ran out of my apartment. 

“Weird,” I muttered, and closed the door, not bothering to lock it.

Then I walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, grabbed the remote, and began watching Seinfeld.

It took only a minute for me to hear the door to my bedroom open, and then he appeared before me with my covers wrapped around his shoulders. He let if fall to the floor and straddled me. “I’m going to make you suffer for that.”

“Oh, I do hope so.”

He kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, grabbed the back of my head to ground my lips against his while the other hand unbuttoned my shirt.

I reached between us to massage his balls, sighing when he began to play with one of my nipples, twisting it. He sat up, breaking off our kiss, and pushed his chest into my face. I latched onto a nipple, scratching his back lightly with my fingernails. I could feel him, hard, against my stomach as he humped it lightly. 

Then, “I’m sorry, Dave, but I really need to pee!” 

I twisted my head to see Josephine streak by on route to my bathroom. I blinked, remembered that I hadn’t locked the door, and cursed when Frederick came into the room followed by Arnie.

They saw us, and Frederick said, “Well. Well, well, well,” when he saw me and Chris on the couch, and Arnie’s jaw dropped. 

“So is this why you broke up with Josephine,” he asked.

Chris grabbed the blanket off the floor, and moved to sit beside me, covered from neck to toe. I buttoned my shirt, standing up, and said, “Yes, well. Is there a problem?”

“Other than Josephine’s bladder problem, I don’t think so. Does she know about the two of you?”

Huh? No faggot jokes? No, ‘I knew you were a pansy?’

“No.”

“Well, this would make an interesting confrontation.”

Oh, no insults, but a first class seat to see Josephine interrogate my lover. The one whose name I had never mentioned to her because I was worried about her putting two and two together. 

We heard the toilet flush and then the sound of running water. Able only to stare with trepidation down the hall, I watched Josephine walk out of the bathroom, rubbing her hands and saying, “Sorry about that Dave, but I just really needed to go. Thank goodness your door was- Oh! Chris! What are you- Do you have anything on under that blanket?”

“No.”

“Oh my god! You’re sleeping with Dave? Why haven’t you told me?”

“Because it’s just animal sex.”

Frederick snickered, Josephine gasped, and Arnie just stood there, with his mouth still open. I was with Arnie.

“No.”

“Oh my god! You’re sleeping with Dave? Why haven’t you told me?”

“Because it’s just sex.”

Frederick snickered, Josephine gasped, and Arnie just stood there, with his mouth still open. I was with Arnie.

“Just animal sex? Oh, Chris, don’t you know better than that?”

I worked my mouth and she saw. “Dave, not a peep out of you. I think Chris took advantage of you.”

“I did not! He was the one that wanted it to be just sex!”

“And you were more than willing to give it to him?”

“Damn right I was. In case you haven’t noticed, he’s hot.”

“I have noticed. He used to be my boyfriend.”

“I know.”

“Chris, this against the Friends Code.”

“Um, friends?” I just had to interrupt.

Chris looked uncomfortable while Josephine gave me a smile. “This is Chris, Cole’s best friend in high school. They’re still best friends, and Cole sent him here to meet you when he learned that he had to stay in France.”

I turned to Chris. “And why didn’t I meet you until that morning?”

“Technically, you met me the night before.”

“Chris!”

“Fine, it’s because Josephine had met Frederick at one of your company’s parties and was already having an affair with him. She told me that she was going to break it off with you, and didn’t want me to meet you. Unfortunately, it took her a longer time to tell her about her affair.”

I looked at Josephine, who gave me a weak smile, and I snapped.

“Okay, that’s fucking it! You three, out!” I ordered, pointing at Frederick, Josephine, and Arnie.

They practically ran out.

~*~*~

I turned to Chris and looked at him. He was watching me steadily, looking primed for a fight. I wasn’t really angry, the explanation kind of made sense to me, but he seriously looked worried and angry at the same time. A thought occurred to me. “If I tell you to get lost, are you going to fight to stay?”

“Yes.”

“For sex?”

“For more.”

That’s when I saw it. That’s when I realized his feelings. I looked back over our five months together and remembered how he looked at me, watched me, listened to me. How he had always wanted the best for me, and gave me advice. How he had always aimed to please. Suddenly, I realized that I felt the same way, and said, “I think I might want a relationship.”

He gaped at me, looking like Arnie for a second, only without the freckles and red hair, and then closed it and nodded. “I think that’s possible.”

We practically flew at each other, stumbled into my room, shedding my clothes on the way. We fell onto my bed, me crushing him beneath me as he chewed on my neck, his hands moving up and down my body. I moved down and swallowed him, deep throating him at once, practically inhaling him into me, desperate to get more of him, to cause him more pleasure.

He cried out and thrashed, grabbed my head, tried to pull me from me. “Baby, I-” he gasped, and then arched his back as his orgasm hit.

I swallowed everything, reveling in the taste, and then moved up his body. We kissed while I leaned over and grabbed the KY jelly from the nightstand. I prepared him as sparingly as possible and entered him.

He was putty in my hands, barely recovered from his orgasm, when I began to thrust. Suddenly overcome with feelings of gratitude and, dare I think it, love and bit my lip as I began to move slower, intent on the sensations. I wanted to prolong this, to feel as much as possible.

He slowly came alive, slowly hardened, squashed between our bodies. He opened his eyes and smiled. He aligned his mouth with my ear and murmured, “This is the first time we’re face to face.”

“But not the last,” I murmured back, and I kissed him, crushing him in my arms as I began to move faster, no longer able to help it, and then we were crashing our pelvises together, crying out with every thrust. Finally, I collapsed on him and listened to his heart slow down and fall into a steady beat.

~*~*~

A week later, I looked back at that day and wondered why I had not seen it before. After five months, we still turned to each other. We hadn’t tired and moved on to new, more exciting people. In fact, sex was hotter now than when we had first started. We know all of each other’s hot spots, and could make the other come within moments, or keep them gasping as we built each other up for hours by avoiding the more sensitive areas.

I knew that he was amazed by my body, how it was more built than his, how it interested him that I needed to go to the gym to keep from becoming fat. He didn’t care that in several years I might develop a beer belly. He knew that the way he looked in suits aroused me, how I loved to watch his butt when he walked. I knew that his back and feet were delicate and a little light scratching can have him arching his back. He knew that I liked bondage games. That I enjoyed being tied up, blind folded, not knowing what was going to happen next. 

We had never realized that since we had come together, we had been walking around like newly weds on their honeymoon, and acting it out on our beds. 

Smiling, I picked up the phone and dialed a number that I had called frequently when I was with Josephine.

“Hello. I would like to make an order for a dozen red roses and a card with the words ‘I have walked a mile with the pace you have set for me. The day has never looked brighter and free of shadows.”

This is my first submission on Literotica, and I do hope that all of you like it. I can only assume that I will get better and better, but I will keep working on my writing skills.



Baby Steps



Fear pounding in her chest as her patent leather shoes hit the sidewalk- only a few more driveways and she'd be home, there's still time, there's still tons of time- it's possible she can make it, be safe upstairs long before it got dangerous.

And she stops dead in her tracks as she catches sight of her parent's drive way.  Her catholic school kilt flips up over her long smooth legs as she clutches her books tight to her chest and gulps in the air.  A tiny whimper escapes her fat little lips and she pushes a tendril of light red hair out of her eyes and back into her thick ponytail.  There's a car in the driveway.  

Daddy's home.  Early.

No choice now.  It's past five.  He'll know she was late, he'll have checked- but maybe, maybe she can get up to her bedroom first.  She pushes the back of her small pale hand over those slick pink lips, trying to remove the layer of lipstick as her shoulders hunch inwards and she stalks towards the house.

She eases open the door slowly and quietly, books still pressed tightly to her chest.  Closing the door behind her she stands still, one hand yanking down the kilt a bit desperately as she strains to listen to the house... trying to place his exact presence before moving any more.  She hears a slight creak of sound from his den and she proceeds so, so quietly towards the kitchen and the back stairs, trembling.

Only a little farther now she thinks as she creeps past his office and crosses the thresh hold of the kitchen.  Suddenly a hand darts out and grabs her long ponytail.  Snapping her against the wall; with a surprised grunt, she just barely keeps from loosing her balance.  Her books fly to the ground with a clatter- her huge brown eyes just stare at them, the throbbing pain of the hand holding her hair so tightly forgotten for this new horror of spilt books.

Her back pressed hard against the wall she suddenly snaps back into reality and she looks up quickly to the man in front of her with huge, timid eyes.  Zero expression in the dark eyes as he looks her over quickly and then presses one of his large hands over her mouth as he speaks into the phone he's holding.

"No, that's fine." He says with a warm chuckle.

"It's not like we're completely useless after all."

There's no warmth in his eyes still, nothing to match his tone as he keeps her pressed against the wall, hand clamped tightly over her fat, warm lips.  He's looking her over, noting the upturn of her little wool skirt, the way the buttons on her white blouse are just barely keeping themselves closed- a slight raise of a dark eyebrow as he sees the swell of one of her soft breasts and the sight of a red bra peeking through the thin cotton.  He locks eyes with her- hard and malicious.

Her eyes widen even more in fear, cheeks that still carry some baby fat grow pink as she realizes just how completely she's been caught.  Fear pounding through her again, she looses control and whimpers under his hand, her body starts squirming slowly, then quicker as she makes a half hearted attempt to get away.

Sneering as he feels her move he quickly presses his large body against her's; pinning her pelvic bone with his knee- knocking the air out of her with the force of his movement.  Again he speaks into the phone- there's no hint of any anger still in his tone.

"Nah, we'll order out babe- or Becka will cook. She's 18 after all, more then time she learned.  Do you have everything you need?"

He cradles the phone between his shoulder and ear and reaches for a tea towel as the person on the other end of the phone talks.   She shuts her eyes tightly and shivers, trying to recover from the blow to her pelvis.  His large hand comes off her lips and moves back to her hair as quick as a wink.  Yanking her around with great force he stuffs the tea towel into her mouth and ties it once behind her neck as she yelps.  Then, he pushes her forward without any hesitation.  

Instinctively she reaches forward as her eyes fly open.  She catches herself on the edge of the kitchen island with a sputter- coughing she tries to straighten up but he catches the two ends of the tea towels in one hand, yanking her head up high, arching her back and forcing her rounded little ass up.  Kicking her feet apart he once again speaks into the phone with a soft chuckle of warmth.

"Yeah, I bet it was sweet, did you give her the bear and books we got?"

As she squirms, panting, muffled little yelps, he steps up close behind her, the phone still cradled between his shoulder and ear.  He very slowly rubs his crotch against her plump little ass, feeling that warmth and fear steaming off her.  His other hand moves slowly over her hip and to then up under her short kilt.  

Struggling for air as the cloth pinches at her jaw she tries to heave herself up higher on the island and perhaps crawl over it.  But he's got her pinned too well.  His warm hand eases up under her kilt and hovers just over her pussy… feeling her gently through her baby blue cotton panties.  He continues talking with that spark of merriment.

"Exactly, goodnight moon was Becka's favourite too, he'll love it"

Despite her squirming he continues slowly, finger tips brushing against the elastic then easing under it, snaking towards his prize.  He quickly dips a finger in to her burning little cunt and flicks at her clit roughly before pulling out his hand.  She jumps, pressing her cheek against the counter top with a muffled little sob, one button pops off her blouse and rolls over the counter top with a tinkling little noise.

His hand now resting casually on the small of her back he tracks the button absently as he speaks, his grip still tight and taunt on the gag- her head still raised, back still arched and now, perky little red bra visible as her blouse sags open a bit from the lost button.

"Okay honey.  You don't worry about us.  We're fine.  I love you, I'll give Becka your love as well, bye."

And with that he click the phone off and sets it on the countertop next to her head as she half wiggles and sobs.  He lowers himself over her back, letting his weight press against her and he speaks quickly, all the warmth from his tone gone.  Deep and growling as he hisses into her ear, venom dripping.

"A little slut... that's what I've got here, a filthy, little whore.  Rebecca, you've got five seconds to start listing just how you've fucked up.  Get them all, and maybe Daddy won't spank you too hard... maybe you'll be able to sit down tomorrow on that dirty little ass."

As he talks he starts a slow grind against that round bottom... his fingertips digging into the small of her back, hard, insistent- already.  She answers him with a dull, feral moan of raw fear, freezing, trying not to wiggle against that rock hard bulge and excite him further; she struggles to breath around the gag.  Finger tips still hooked onto the other side of the island she tightens them, nails digging into the pressboard as she stares in horror at the phone beside her face- all she needed to do was hit the redial button.. that's all that's.. all….

He growls again and as if reading her mind he flicks the phone away and it goes clattering to the floor.  Continuing the motion he catches up her wrists with his large hand and the other pulls the dish towel from around her mouth, tying it around them, pulling it so tight that she squeals despite her disorientation, tugging the skin too taunt, burning it and then he hoists her up, hooking the rag on to the metallic pot hook above the kitchen island.

She screams, yelping for air as she dangles just a bit, just the slightest bit too high, she's on her toes, struggling to stand.  Her back arched, heavy baby tits thrust so hard against the half ripped blouse.. red bra so, so obvious now.. she feels like it's screaming along with her somehow.

A slam of a drawer opening and a crash of silverware and then silence.. shaking so hard she just whispers.. stutters "Daddy.. Daddy please.. I"

"I'm through fooling around with you Rebecca.  I'm done.  Stop your snivelling and start listing it or I'm going to show you what happens to sluts in my house. TALK."

With that he slams the little plastic bread board down on the counter with a THWACK.. it seemed so innocent, green little cheerful checks and a serviceable handle made it ever so convenient, but as it just thumps to the counter top the tears begin to roll down her face and she whispers quickly.

"I was late.  I didn't get to the ironing and so I have my old uniform on.  I.. I borrowed mom's bra…. And.. lipgloss."

One hand comes up under her kilt and flips up the skirt, tucking it into the waist band and baring that juicy bottom- then it continues to the panties, grabbing them up and just yanking them up.. they pull into the crack of her ass and into her little slit.  She yowls loudly as they bite into her tender, little pinkness.  He lands the first blow on the creamy pale skin- SMACK.  The pain floods through her and she slumps a bit and then another SMACK on her other cheek… pink, quickly.. the blood rushing to her skin.. heating it up with his markings and he snarls.

"Why do little girls wear lipstick Rebecca? What's the only reason?" 

She just howls, twisting around like a little fish on a hook and stutters just a bit too softly to be audible.  The bread board lands again, twice on each cheek, that lovely slapping of flesh noise ringing through the kitchen.  "LOUDER WHORE".

The tears streaming down her face now she tries again.  "So that men will know what colour will be around their cock in an hour."  Trying so hard to ignore the pain searing through her hot ass.

He growls again and leans in to bite down hard on the tender skin of her neck.  "An Hour Rebecca? So not only a slut, but a teasing slut? I fucking raised you better then that.  Now what else?"

She's panting.. struggling to think, a little whimper escapes as she realizes she can't think of anymore- she takes another breath of air, sucking it in and tensing, knowing it's over and whispers "Please.. please Daddy… I don't know.. please.. please tell me so I can be a better girl…?"

That really wasn't the right answer and the hand on her shoulder takes hold of the collar of her blouse and tears it down, the material shredding easily in his grip.  He lets her keep on the trashy red bra and steps away from her.. her eyes go wide and she starts to choke a bit on the lungs full of air she keeps trying to drag in as she hears it.. the little metallic click and then the whisper of leather against clothe as her daddy slips off his belt.  She hiccups and half yells "NO!! NO daddy please!! Please!! I don't know, I swear!! Please Please NO!! Please just tell me, I'm SORRY I TRIED!!"

But she hears the whoosh of air before the red pain explodes across her shoulders.. she slumps.. the air just knocked right out of her.. so, so quietly she whispers "…. Love you.. daddy."

And he's there behind her, huge hands rubbing softly at her round ass, soothing out the sting and kissing the strip of red across her shoulders softly.. he whispers tenderly.  "I know you do baby, but it's so hard for Daddy to punish you like this.. I wish you'd try harder.. now tell me what the last transgression was please." 

He's just rock hard now, and without pants it seems, his thick cock digging into her thigh as he continues to smooth his hands over her pretty little ass.. tugging the panties up a bit tighter into her and then pushing his fingers in as well.. she can feel his finger lingering over her tiny puckered asshole tentatively through the thin little scrap of cotton.  She senses even more danger then usual and just tenses up so tightly as he parts those cheeks and she hears his breath increase just a bit.  She whispers so slowly after wracking her brain..

"Honest Daddy… I don't… please tell me and let me make amends."

It was a more honest effort this time.. her fear just so heady in the air and he looks up, distracted for a second as he starts to press his thumb a bit harder to the tensed up little asshole.. so tight… But then he focuses and whispers into her ear softly as she shivers.

"My baby girl was wet… I checked… your tight little pussy was soft and slick… you were doing something, or thinking something wrong and filthy weren't you?  You know what this tells Daddy becka? This tells your daddy that you're ready for me to show you how to be a woman… you won't be Daddy's little girl anymore.. you'll be Daddy's little whore."

She's just stunned and frozen solid and another hiccup just rings through the air as the tears start in earnest now.. shivering so hard, terror ringing through her as he tugs down the panties and reaches for a bottle of olive oil from under the counter.. raspy her voice whispers as he opens the top and begins to coat two fingers and his thumb with the oil.

"Oh god Daddy… please… " sobbing steadily with fear, half hyperventilates now as she labours for air.  " you said… you promised…  I didn't do anything I just was watching the basketball after school.  It's not my fault.  Please Daddy, let me suck your cock, please let me show you how good a cock sucker I am, just like you taught me please.. please?"

But those greased up fingers are parting that spanked pink ass again.. thumb finding that tender little bud and pressing against it.. easing in so, so slowly.  He groans so softly into her ear as he feels her asshole clamp down so tightly around his thumb.. his cock sliding between her pressed together thighs, still all warm and soft with baby fat and he whispers..

"So fucking tight… try to relax daddy's little asshole baby… it's only going to hurt more if you don't.  And don't be embarrassed- you're a healthy girl, such beautiful tits.. you're grown up.  You're going to want boys.  It's my job to show you how it's done.  I'd be a bad parent otherwise.  It's time becka, I'm so proud of my little girl.  You won't need to suck my cock honey, I'm going to fuck you.  First I'm going to loosen up this beautiful pink ass, then I'm going to shave my soft little cunt all properly and fuck that too."

He groans again as he feels her shivering from inside her little ass.. one hand comes up to clamp around her upper torso, over her lush tits.. using the hold for leverage as he forces her to keep still and eases the thick thumb in deeper, wiggling it around before withdrawing it and easing in two fingers so, so slowly, spreading them as he does.  She's horrified and shaking so hard.. little sobs pour from her as the tears splash against the counter in front of her.. mouths the words "please.. please no" but it's more of a soundless yelp then anything else.  He continues.

"I know you're scared baby.. but you don't have to be… your daddy is going to take care of you.  I'm going to make you feel like a big girl… bust through that cherry and fill you up with cock- that's your job baby, to let Daddy help you become a woman."

And then he starts twisting those fingers in her ass, easing it open as she trembles, getting it nice and slick with the oil, preparing it for his cock.  He's already moving it back and forth between those smooth inner thighs... she can feel it pulse there under her skin and she just starts to sob continuously... the long red pony tail tickling against his rough face and his free hand loosens a bit to tug the red bra up… freeing the bouncing tits.  He roughly pinches at the tiny pink nipples, a bit of a grunt escapes as she yelps and squirms that ass against his fingers.

"My little whore is such a wiggler... so nice... wiggle that ass for Daddy baby… you're loosening up so good…"  He's starting to loose a bit of control, she can sense it in his tone and she knows there's no escape now… but she tries one more time.

"Please Daddy…. Please I want to be your little girl for a bit longer still… just a few more weeks maybe? I love you so much I want to be sure…"

A soft and menacing laugh from her father as he twists those lubed up fingers a bit faster... leaning to bite down on the back of her shoulder hard and then reaches up to unhook her hands from the pot rack above.  He bends her back over the counter top and kicks open her legs again.

"Don't question your Father Rebecca.  I'm fucking this ass.  Right now."

And the fingers ease out of her and on to his own cock, coating it with the oil quickly before parting the plump ass again and rubbing the greased up head over that little hole… But she's so tight and tense... he growls pressing forward a bit with no luck.  His other hand circles around her hips and he leans down to her ear... whispering with a grunt.

"I'm going to rip you and you'll bleed if you don't help Daddy and relax a bit becka… I'm going to give you a hand honey…"

And his hand eases towards her little snatch.  She yelps and whimpers as it smooths over the little pussy lips and then dips in so softly... his cock still rubbing against the pucker tiny asshole, looking for a way to work it's way in.  He coos softly in her ear and very gently starts to rub at the little button of pink... slow, soft but insistent and she gasps softly.  Licking softly at her ear and neck, kissing her skin he starts to move his finger faster against her clit, just teasing at her little hole with each stroke.  She starts to gasp and react... a soft little moan escapes her fat baby lips and she sucks one into her mouth softly and then exhales some air.  As she does the head of his thick cock just pops into her asshole.  Her eyes fly open and she squeals in pain and surprise, clutching the counter top again and panting as she whimpers.

He lets out a low growl of pleasure and hisses into her ear "Daddy's cock is in your ass baby, how does that feel?  God..." he grunts softly as he continues to push in so, so slowly, panting just a bit "you're so fucking tight!"

He slides his hand from her cunt and moves it back to her ass... both hands spreading the cheeks tightly to watch his cock ease in to the stretching pink hole... marking it's progress with another groan as she lays there just shocked and with the pain starting fresh from that soft stroking pleasure.. she gasps and hollers "DADDY!! HURTS!!" a mew like a demented, wounded animal as she takes it... deeper and deeper into her ass as he just keeps sliding in with the help of the oil.  She starts to wiggle around and one of his hands comes up and swats at that ass, landing a blow with a heavy SMACK, leaving a pretty hand print.

"Be still baby till Daddy fills you all up… do your job bitch..." His breathing getting ragged now, she can tell he's on a dangerous edge, loosing control and his hand comes up to hook around the red strip of  her bra that's still around her back.  He closes his fist and uses it to pull her even further onto his thick cock.  Soon he's buried himself deep in her tight, oiled up bottom... pinning her to the counter and he gasps in victory moving his hands to her hips again and taking a good firm hold.  He pauses and grins down at the pale little woman as he whispers harshly.

"Get a good grip on that counter becka, Daddy is going to start fucking you now.  This might hurt a bit.  I'm going to cum so deep in this ass; you're going to love it... I know I will."

As she offers a strangled yelp to this he starts pulling out again a little, grinding his hips to stretch her and then jams his cock back in balls deep and starts pulling out again a little father… one of his huge hands coming down to squeeze and pinch at the soft little cheek as he jams his cock back in with a moan.  She's just too stunned to react really, her face a wash of pain as he almost splits her tiny little hole starting to sob again, that brief flash of pleasure from her clit gone as she struggles to breath.  She starts to wiggle a bit and bear down on that cock as if trying to push it out... that only illicits another groan of pleasure from him and makes him start moving even faster, his balls bouncing against her pussy once as he drives that cock home, each stroke harder and deeper as it starts to escalate.. His hand comes down and gives her another SMACK… red hand print forming so quickly on that pale skin... he reaches up and starts dragging one hand down the small of her back, his nails scrapping against her skin as he mumbles.




Baby Steps



"God yah becka, oh fuck you feel so good… Daddy's gonna really give it to you now." 

And with that warning he starts to pound into her. The thrusts slightly staggered as he starts getting too worked up seeing his cock driving in and out of his daughter's virgin ass… he gives her a few hard strokes then slows a bit, wanting to make it last as long as he can.  He presses his body to her pain wracked one again as he slows and slips that hand back around her between her legs and starts that soft insistent rubbing again... cooing into her ear as he tickles her little pink clit.

"You're doing so good… "He grunts softly, still sliding in and out slowly now, her pussy tellingly slick and juicy and he gives that clit a little squeeze before teasing the virgin hole again with a finger tip and whispering. "See that baby... that one's next… look how wet you are for Daddy… "He groans again feeling just how warm she is and keeps rubbing the clit softly as he pumps her ass slowly.  She gasps and grips on to the counter top, relaxing and tensing in the same moment… pressing her hips to his hand, half grinding against it as she starts to get lost in the feeling, able to ignore the searing pain in her plundered little ass, or maybe it's just making it all the more pleasurable for her.  She whimpers and squirms like a dream.

Her squirming just does it and he pulls his hand away and straightens and starts driving into her with hard, steady strokes, mashing that little ass, making it his, invading it completely.  She squirms and screams and he takes a hold of her long pony tail and pulls... forcing her to arch her back, plump baby tits coming up to just barely rest on the counter top, her ass high up in the air and he tenses and starts shooting stream after stream of semen into that tight little ass.  She feels the heat of it explode into her and yowls, wiggling around under him as he keeps thrusting into her slower and slower. 

Finally he collapses on top of her and releases her hair… slides his hand away from her juicy hungry slit and rubs at her hip softly.  Panting he bites down on her shoulder, licking at her sweet soft skin as he calms down.  Finally easing out of that stretched out ass with a little pop of suction… his fluids dripping out looking so pretty on her inner thighs… he scoops a bit of it up and smooths it over her pink ass as she wiggles... keeping her cheeks parted and watching that tiny bud spasm and contract as it tries to readjust.  He sticks his finger in her ass hole and plays around with the cum, feeling her muscles contract slowly around him with a grin.  

Then he slaps that wet ass and picks her sobbing little form up off the counter and half drags her towards the stairs.  Talking cheerfully as they go.

"We have lots of work to do becka, your mother is only away for a week and there's just so much to be done isn't there!  First things first though.  We're going to get my wet little cunt shaved nice and clean for Daddy.  Make you soft and ready."

Pulling her protesting form up the stairs, her legs still so weak and shaky... she's just hauled, whimpering and sobbing softly... her raped ass still screaming out in painful protest as they move, stumbling to keep up.  Once they reach the top of the stairs he steers her towards her pretty pink room.  Full of pictures of friends and cds and clothes spontaneously thrown over the chair.  He dumps her unceremoniously on her bed and moves to her bed side table.  She knows what that means and starts whining again.

"Daddy no... Daddy I'll be so still I promise… please don't tie me down.  Please I promise…"

But he just keeps on humming to himself as he withdraws the well used ropes from the drawer- and he smiles down at her.  She can't even meet his gaze and she wiggles on the bed a bit, feeling her ass and back stick to the pink sheets, his cum saturating the cotton.

"Shhhh… don't ruin my mood please.  I want to hear you talk to me when I fuck that slutty little snatch.  Don't make me gag you becka.  Assume the position please.  You're in for a nice treat.  You'll like this I promise.  I'm very proud of you kitten."

He smiles again as she spreads those long pale legs and raises her arms over her head with a sob… he moves in and sings a soft little lullaby as he secures her wrists to the head board and then her legs to the foot board… tight knots, no chance of escape.  He tugs off the red bra and gives her rip nipples a little pinch.  Licking his finger he moistens them and smiles again, murmuring

"Such pretty pink little nipples.  I have just the thing for those.  You just stay where you are kitten, I'll be back in a moment."

He leaves her shivering on the bed… the air hitting her wet pussy and his drying cum and she sobs softly... the tears still running over her cheeks.  Breasts bouncing softly as she trembles.  He comes back a short time later with an armful of things.  Setting them down on the table beside her bed he sits next to her and slowly pops a tight nipple clam around one of those pink berries with a smile.  As she yelps he tugs at it a bit, tightening it painfully and then affixes the other one quickly.  Her back arches with the pain, grinding her ass into the sheets as he watches her wiggle.

His finger trails down her chest over her tummy and to her inner thigh… giving the skin there a harsh pinch before dipping into the soft little pussy with a sigh and giving her soaked little clit another brief rub.  She closes her eyes and throws her head back with a half scream, half moan as he smiles.  He continues to rub it softly… continuing in a steady rhythm until her thighs are pink and trembling and she's squirming again, grinding that ass into the bed and then he stops.  Leaning down to brush her lips with his for a second he smiles into her eyes as he picks up the small scissors and shaving kit.  

"Such a good juicy girl for Daddy.  You're going to need to hold very still baby so that you don't get nicked.  I want this pussy to bleed tonight but not that way.  If you're very very still, Daddy will give you a wonderful treat."

He puts down a towel and starts to trim that tiny little tuft of red hair between her legs.  Gently then he lays some shaving gel over her and starts to shave her… so slowly- she barely breaths... too afraid of getting cut.  The cold blade of the razor eases over her hot pussy lips and she whimpers again, shutting her eyes.  Finding something so soothing about this.  Once he's got her clean and smooth he takes a warm washcloth from a basin of water and mops her up.  Taking the towel out from under her he inspects his work.  Getting down between her legs for a close inspection.  He looks up at her and smiles, landing a kiss on her tummy, one hand on her inner thigh.  He purrs warmly.

"Good girl.  Such a good girl... you should see how pretty you look with your new hair cut.  Now I'm going to give you a present baby.  It's going to be similar to your usual inspection where I make sure you're still Daddy's little virgin, but it will be a bit nicer this time."

As she shiver he ducks his head back down and eases two fingers into her pussy… feeling for that nice little barrier and shudders, knowing that he's going to pop it so, so soon… patience though… He spreads his fingers a bit to fill up the tight little hole and lowers his head, taking that throbbing little pink clit into his mouth.  Sighing softly at the sweet taste of his little girl.  She squirms and gasps as the sensations just pummel her and arches her back to grind her pussy against his face.  Her arms tugging on the rope she sobs in confusion as the feelings just wash over her.

But he just continues, sighing at the soft feel of her silky thighs on his cheeks.  He very gently starts twisting his fingers in a corkscrew motion and nips at her clit with his lips lapping it insistently as she squirms and moans… so, so wet now, just drenched for her daddy.  She starts to tense… legs trembling hard and she squeaks, alarmed... half hissing

"Daddy..? Daddy! I dunno…. Stop! Something's gonna happen!"

He smiles and pulls up a bit... one hand smoothing her tummy softly and he kisses at her cheeks and neck softly and whispers as his fingers still work her, his thumb now rubbing hard at her clit.

"Let it go baby… close your eyes and relax and let it happen."

Scared but feelings flooding her that are just impossible to ignore she closes her eyes as her body starts to tense up… and then…. Just as her eyes fly open and she explodes into her first orgasm, his thick cock SLAMS into her spasming pussy.  She screams out, head going back and her back arching as he just tears into that thin little cherry, popping it in one fell thrust with a grunt of satisfaction as he feels her cunt sucking on his cock- still locked in orgasm.

His thumb still on her clit, guiding her through the last throws of it as he snarls in pleasure feeling how soaked she is- his own, untouched little pussy.  She starts thrashing and squirming and trying to throw him off as the horror of what's happening hits her. As she looks up and sees him slamming his hips into her soft little skin, the widest smirk on his face.  He slips his hand off of her clit and brings it up to her mouth… popping the wet fingers between her lips with a groan, his other hand pinching and mashing at that soft baby breast.  He growls.

"Clean off your cum from my fingers… oh GOD you feel so good… look how nice my pussy stretches out… How does it feel baby… how does Daddy's cock feel tearing into you?"

But her mouth is full as she gags and tries to lick at his fingers… shoved so deeply in her mouth and she starts to sob little hot tears of shame again, still feeling her body shivering from the pleasure she accepted from him.  She grunts and turns her head after a few seconds, squeezing her eyes shut.

He leans down and slaps her hard, a nice red hand print on her cheek and he hisses

"Open your eyes whore... watch your daddy fuck you... I want to see those eyes!"

She gasps and starts to cough, but does as he says, huge brown eyes stare up at him with fear and pain and ashamed desire.  He SLAMS into her, burying himself to the balls inside her and leans back, undoing her legs and bending up her knees around him so that he can get even deeper with every thrust.

Working her so hard, a little bit of that first trickle of blood on her inner thighs he grunts at her, finger digging into the skin on her legs.

"Oh fuck you're going to make Daddy cum….such a tight little slut…" 

Still working her so hard, such powerful strokes that make her think her hips might shatter, she just screams and screams until her voice just breaks and gives out.  He half roars and pulls out of her… his hand pumping that cock and he starts to spray stream after stream of his hot gooey seed all over her pale, abused skin... it just splatters her everywhere, her soft tummy, her perky breasts and her sweet little face, mixing with her salty tears.  She gasps and wiggles around trying to hide from it but it's impossible…

He slowly comes down and leans in and slips his lips against her soft, shaking ones, then leans up and whispers.

"Teasing little slut.  Look what you made Daddy do.  You made me fuck my own daughter! You should be ashamed you filthy, nasty whore."

He slaps her cheeks, and her breasts and her soiled inner thighs leaving pink hand prints as she sobs and screams soundlessly.  He stands up and frowns at her cum coated body and scoops up one of her ankles.  Securing that and the other one again he stands back and looks to the bed side table.  He speaks to her calmly as she shivers... exhausted and used.

"It's all your fault Rebecca.  It's a shame you have such terribly slutty thoughts.  You will have to be punished very, very thoroughly.  It's lucky your mother is away for a whole week isn't it."

He drags out two vibrators.  One largish one and a smaller one as well as a leather belt like thing.  Smiling he advances on her again and slips the large one into her gapping pussy and the smaller one into her well fucked ass.  He pushes them both in to the hilts and then slings the little belt around her to keep them in.  He reaches again and turns both of them on, a dull humming starts to sound in the room and he nods at her.

"There dear.  This will be a good way for you to sleep tonight.  Tied down, covered in Daddy's cum and both slut holes filled right up properly.  Tomorrow, we'll start again."

With an evil twinkle in his eye he reaches down to stroke her cheek once and then heads off out of the pink little slut's room to takes a shower and cook himself up a nice steak, the sounds of his daughters whimpers and moans would make for nice dinner music indeed.  All in all, it had been a rather satisfactory day.



Baby Steps Ch. 2



After our adventure at the beach Jim and I had sex two more time that evening. He had always been a good lover, but three times in one day was a new record! Usually after fucking me it takes a long time for him to get another hard-on. I knew that thinking about me exposing myself in the water and on the towel with that man watching us was the force that was driving him on, but for some reason neither one of us mentioned the incident. It was as if both of us were sorting things in our own minds and neither of us were willing to share our private feelings.

Two weeks went by and I was hoping that Jim would break the silence first and bring up the subject, but he never did. I was also reluctant to mention it. I guess it was because I knew that I had enjoyed it just a little too much, and bringing it up might make him think that I was it was on mind all the time. It scared me a little that I was becoming obsessed with what had happened and what was scaring me more was that I was thinking of what might have happened instead of what actually did.

Nevertheless, our lives went back to normal and we fell back into the routine of making love two or three times a week. There's a difference between making love and fucking. We made love. I longed to fuck. I wanted to feel the excitement again that I felt in the back of the van, there in the parking lot at the beach, on all fours with his cock slamming into my pussy doggy-style. Making love is tender caresses, moonlight, a glass or two of champagne, and satin sheets. Fucking is sucking cock, playing with dildoes, doing it on the ground in full daylight and abandoning yourself to your baser instincts. Making love is soft and natural. Fucking is hard core and dirty. What scared me the most with my obsession with the beach was that I now knew I was obsessed by, and longed for, the dirt.

Almost a month had passed when Jim came home late one Thursday evening with a package wrapped up with ribbons and a bow and asked if he thought my mother might be willing to watch Christine, our two year old daughter, for the weekend. If she could, he said, then maybe we could take the off and go to Las Vegas. One of his coworkers was getting married on Saturday afternoon and we were invited to the wedding, Jim had already cleared it with his boss and he was going to take off Friday. If my mother could watch her we could leave in the morning, drop her off on our way, and be back early Sunday afternoon so we could spend some time visiting with my her before heading for home.

To make it short, I called, she said yes, and by 8:00 Friday morning we were on our way to Grandma's house. I played patty-cake with Christine while Jim drove, but I detected a certain reserve on his part. Whereas he is usually talkative and cheerful, this morning he seemed quiet and reflective. Even the radio wasn't on. Jim likes to listen to talk radio, but today there was no conversation at all.

When we arrived at Mom's house I spent a few minutes giving her instructions on how to care for Christine (as if she needed them), told her we would call later with our hotel number in Vegas where we could be reached in case of emergency, kissed them both good-bye and got back on the Interstate.

Once again, on the road, Jim fell silent. The radio was off and the silence was overwhelming. I was tempted to ask if anything was wrong, but opted instead to sit in the silence and wait until Jim made the first move.

"I have a confession to make to you," he finally said. "There is no wedding."

"Then...what's the package for?" I responded.

"It's for you. Would you like to play a little game?" Whatever he had in mind, I could tell that he was having a hard time saying this, and I wondered what it was all about. The package, the lie about the wedding, the game, the way he had been silent for so long, it didn't add up.

"What kind of game?" I asked.

He looked at me sheepishly and answered "Open the package and maybe you'll know. I hope you enjoy it, but I'll understand if your answer is no." I reached back behind the seat and brought the package to my lap. Whatever it was it didn't weigh much and as I untied the ribbon and began removing the paper I could see Jim's anticipation. In the back of my mind I thought I knew what it might be, and I secretly hoped I was right, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. Besides, if it was what I hoped for, would I later regret having received it?

As I took off the lid to the box Jim said "I guess it's kind of a present for me too. I hope you like them."

There in the box lay the items Jim had bought me. The contents consisted of a sheer white cotton dress which buttoned all the way from the neckline down to the hem. It was full length and would reach down to my ankles. Besides the dress there were three pairs of thong panties, each in a different color, a pair of cut off jeans that was sliced high on the side and just a sliver of fabric between the legs, a white tube top with the nipples cut out, as well as a few other assorted "erotic" garments.

A few moments went by as I contemplated my treasure. It was exactly what I had thought it might be. It was what I wanted, and also what I feared. It was Jim's way of commenting, without using words, about our afternoon on the beach. It was his way of telling me how much he had enjoyed it and that he wanted some more of the same.

I waited a few more moments before responding. I wanted to make sure that what I said was to the point and reflected exactly what it was I wanted to say. If I said it poorly or made a mistake I might fuck things up. Finally I said "Well, I think you can take the bra back. My tits look just fine without it. Now what was this game we were going to play?" I said it laughingly with a glint in my eye, a raised eyebrow, and a leer on my lips.

My answer must have settled his nerves because he smiled for the first time since we had left home.

"I'm going to set the speed control at 65 miles an hour. We won't go faster and we won't go slower. When the speedometer turns 26,000 miles I want you to strip off everything, put on one of the panties and the tube top and I want you to ride like that for at least 20 miles. If someone sees you, then he's a lucky man. If they don't see you, then it's their fault they've missed out on seeing one of the most beautiful women in the world. After the 20 miles are up you can get dressed again, OK?"

I looked at the speedometer and noticed that it was at 25,982. He was giving me 18 miles in which to take him up on the game or not. He was giving me 18 miles in which to anticipate what might occur. I lit a cigarette and thought of the possibilities. I knew I would not hesitate. I would do anything and everything that Jim wanted me to do. I had been dreaming of this for almost four weeks and now that the opportunity was upon me I was not going to cheated out of it by giving in to fear. I could already feel my pussy already getting wet and I felt like masturbating.

"Do I have to wait for it turn 26,000?"

I think the question floored Jim. He was probably under the impression that I would have to be coerced. "Yes, you do," he said sternly.

"You're setting the cruise control for 65 miles an hour and your not going to speed up or slow down for anything, right? So, if we're going faster than someone and they see me they have to increase their speed if they want to continue the show, right? And if they're going faster than us and they see me they'll have to slow down if they want to continue the show right? And if they're going the same speed as us and they're enjoying the show then we're stuck with them since no one else will be able to see anything and we may not like the people we're stuck with. And what if the car that sees me is a cop or a highway patrolman, what then? And how about a car filled to the brim with a barrel full of kids, what then? And how about priests or nuns or old people who shouldn't drive anyway but do. Should I show them my tits as well? Do we keep it on 65 miles an hour anyway? A how about....."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE DRIVING ME INSANE," Jim roared.

I giggled. He knew I had only been kidding, and I knew he was only pretending to be mad. But I had had 18 miles to contemplate the possibilities, and now I was forcing him think of the possibilities as well.

I lit a cigarette and waited patiently for the eighteen miles to pass. I considered all the possibilities and promised myself that I would obey all the rules that Jim imposed on the game, but, I thought mischievously, after the game was over I might make up a game of my own to pay him back. I spent the next 18 miles thinking of some game we could play that would excite him, but in the end I failed to come up with something as interesting and full of possibilities as Jim's. Leave it to unpredictable Jim to come up with just the right game at just the right time. Finally the speedometer clicked on the 26,000 and I was to immediately strip down to nothing and then put on the panties and the tube top. Fortunately (or unfortunately) there wasn't a car anywhere near us. There was a big rig maybe a quarter of a mile away but I couldn't tell whether we were gaining on him or not. I pulled my T short off and tossed it in Jim's lap. I don't usually wear bras so my tits were now open to anyone who cared to look. As it currently was there was no one that could see, except Jim who had seen them before, but I wasn't going let the giddiness of the moment pass. I cupped my hands under my breasts and pushed them up and wiggled them around. I wanted him to see me through the eyes of the stranger that hopefully would be watching me soon. At 65 miles an hour I had less than 20 minutes in which to perform. Of course rules were meant to be broken, but it was Jim's game and I'm sure that if I had to ask for an extension he would think I was enjoying it too much.

I slid out of my shorts and panties and tossed them over to Jim as well. I was now completely naked and the feel of the upholstery felt wonderful against my bare ass. I turned sideways and spread my legs open, I leaned back against the door with my knees up and with both hands between my legs and spread open my pink lips for Jim's benefit.

"Oooohh", I moaned, "would you like to feel my cunt?" Jim knew how I felt about that word, and I'm sure my saying it shocked him a little but words have meaning and at that time, in that situation, I felt it was my cunt. It wasn't my pussy or my twat or my box or my vagina, it was my cunt. It was wet and slimy and..well.. kind of cunty.

Just then, out of nowhere, a car passed by us in the fast lane. At most they were going about 5 miles an hour faster than we were. I had a good at the man in the passenger seat. He was blonde and maybe 30 years. It was a hot day and he had the window down. He wasn't wearing a shirt and I could see his rippling muscles. Had he looked over he would have seen me spread eagle like a slut and still holding my pussy lips apart. My heart almost stopped beating with the excitement and fear and wanting to be seen and so many other emotions that I couldn't even begin to catalogue them all. He never looked over, never saw my naked body, and the driver never slowed down after passing us by. I idly wondered if they were on cruise control as well.

I could tell that Jim was going through the same mixture of emotions as I was. How could it be that you reach out for the very thing you're afraid of? Was this the same kind of a rush that a skydiver feels when he jumps out of a plane for the first time? Is the feeling always the same or do you become conditioned to it? Do you build up a tolerance to it like you do with drugs? If I were to continue in this manner would I have to go further and further to get the same ecstatic, tingly, heart pumping reaction. I didn't know, but I felt wonderful and alive and I knew that if I wasn't careful I could easily become an addict.

All this soul searching, and I hadn't even been seen yet. True to the Jim's rules I pulled on the thong panties and pulled the tube down over my head and adjusted them so the nipples were sticking through the holes that had been created for them. I looked ahead and saw that we had come a lot closer to the semi. Judging by how much time had elapsed I calculated that we had maybe 11 minutes yet to go, I looked at the speedometer and found we had travel 7 miles, so I was pretty confident that we would reach the truck before the speedometer has passed the magic mark.

I reached in the glove compartment and took out my sunglasses. I wanted to be seen and I wanted to see the person who was seeing me, but I wasn't prepared for him to look me directly in the eyes I knew that if he could see my eyes he would know how inexperienced I was and how afraid I was, and I wanted him to think of me as a wanton. It was easier to do if I knew he couldn't see my eyes.

I was hoping against hope that Jim would be as anxious as I was and break his silly 65 mile an hour rule, but he didn't. I hoped that the truck would slow down so I would have as much time as possible to put on a good show, but it didn't seem to. The seconds passed by seemed like minutes As we got closer Jim pulled into the other lane and I prepared myself for what was to happen in the next minute or so. I looked over at Jim, took and hand and gave it a squeeze. "I hope this is going to excite you as much as it going to excite me because after it's over I want you to pull over at the next off ramp and find a place where we can fuck our brains out." I smiled at him and he gave me a halfhearted smile. I could tell that he was every bit as scared as I was.

We were beside the truck and we were slowly approaching the cab. I tried to act normal, but my hands were clammy and my heart was beating so loud I thought I could hear it. I looked up at the drivers mirror and saw him looking back at us. He was young looking, about 25 or so. I could see he had long hair and a beard. He looked nice. As we passed his open window I dared myself to look up and look at his face and I smiled and gave him a little wave with my hand. And our van passed him up. Damn Jim and his silly rules. If he would have only slowed down there were no limits to what I could have done. As it was, the driver probably didn't even notice that my nipples were exposed.

I was crestfallen. We only had another 5 minutes and knowing Jim he would probably insist that the game was over and he would want me to get dressed again. I still wanted him to pull over and fuck me, but in the mood I was in just wouldn't be the same.

Just then I happened to look in the mirror and saw that the truck was gaining on us. We had passed him by, but he must have noticed since he was increasing his speed. My heart started pounding again and I felt the adrenaline pump through my veins again even stronger than before. I checked the tube top to make sure that my nipples were still exposed and I leaned back all the way in my seat and took a deep breath.

As he pulled up beside us he slowed a little and kept pace with us. Through my glasses I kept watch on his eyes. They were definitely looking, and they weren't looking at my eyes. They were looking directly at my exposed tits. From the angle he was at he probably couldn't see my panties, and the pubic hair that was revealed, but for now the tits were enough for me. It was one thing to "accidentally" expose yourself, like when we were at the beach, but it's quite another to "purposely" expose yourself and in effect say "Here, take a good look"

We drove along side him for a full minute before gaining the courage to do what I did next. I took it another step further. I put my thumb and index finger in my mouth and got them wet, and then, with a smile at the truck driver, I began rubbing, squeezing and tweaking my right nipple.

I could tell the driver was getting off this as he rolled his eyes up to heaven as if to say "Thank you, God" then he licked his lips once, smiled and stared down at me while I played with my tits.

From where Jim was sitting he couldn't see the driver so he asked me I he was watching. "Oh yes," I replied, "and he's loving every second of it"

I turned back to the truck driver, pursed my lips and in an exaggerated lip motion that you sometimes use to speak the hearing impaired and mouthed the words "fuck me!" The trucker went crazy.

At that very moment (damn it) Jim looked in the rear view mirror and noticed three or four cars behind us that needed to pass, Since both us and the trucker were side by side, no one could get around. Even though there was technically over a minute to go under Jim's silly rules, he sped up and pulled into the lane in front of the trucker. I looked over my shoulder and saw the trucker banging away on his steering wheel. He probably thought he had lost his fantasy girl forever.

As the last of the cars passed I looked at Jim and said "I really hope that this will make you happy, but if it doesn't, too fuckin' bad since I'm too horny right now to care. We played your game and now I want you to play mine. I want you to slow down the van and pull up beside that semi again."

As he pulled into the left lane I tore off the tube top and slipped the panties off. I raised up the arm rests and laid out across the seats. I pulled Jim's stiff cock out of his shorts and put my mouth around it.

I couldn't tell from my position over Jim cock, but I could feel the van slow and the speed again slightly. As I sucked on Jim's dick, he took his hand and tried to reach under my body so he could finger fuck me. In the position I was in he couldn't reach it, so I raised my ass a little to allow access. If our new trucker friend was watching (and I'm sure he was) he was getting a good close look at my asshole and my pussy being pumped by two of Jim's fingers. I felt like the biggest slut the world has ever known and I was enjoying every minute of it. The intensity of the moment was incredible. Even though it was Jim's fingers in my pussy and not his cock I thought that this was what fucking was all about. It wasn't about making love, it was about fucking. Dirty, gratifying, down and dirty fucking.

I stopped sucking Jim and turned over so I was positioned to see the trucker. My sunglasses had fallen off when I had gone down on Jim, but I didn't care. I smiled at the trucker and he smiled back with a big BIG smile. I spread my legs and reached down with both hands and spread myself apart. Jim's hand joined mine and he began finger fucking me again. I brought knees up as high to my ears as I could get them so the trucker could see not only Jim playing with my pussy but my asshole as well. The trucker was going insane. Up to now the trucker has remained mute, but he said "Lady, you're fucking incredible. I have seen some great stuff in my life as a trucker, but you are by far the best I've ever seen. All I need now is to see you stick a finger up your ass and cum and I'll be happy for the rest of my life. Of course I'd be even happier if your husband pulled off to the side of the road and let me fuck you."

"Dream on, cowboy. I love my husband and I'll love him forever. You were fun to play with, and I'll always remember you, but what you see is all you get. But just to make you happy for the rest of your life...." I wet my finger in my mouth and moved it down to my ass. I rubbed it up and down over the hole a few times and finally inserted it. It didn't feel as bad as I thought it would. Jim continued pumping my pussy with his hand and within a few minutes I was nearing the explosion point. My eyes were closed and I was pushing Jim's hand in and out trying to make it go deeper and deeper. Finally I came and the gushing waves of pleasure took me to new heights. Jim's hands were soaked as well as the car seat. I sobbed uncontrollably and tears ran down my face.




Baby Steps Ch. 2



"Thank you much Ma'am" the driver said, "and thank your husband too. All I seen was his hand, but you can tell him that he's got a real cute hand. I'll be thinkin' of you and that hand all the way to Montana" Jim could hear and he couldn't help but laugh.

"And thank you too, cowboy. And I'll be thinkin' of you long after you get to Montana. You may think you know what you saw today, but the truth is far deeper than either you or I or that cute hand can comprehend. Good luck and just remember that when you fuck the Mrs. or the girlfriend your not just fucking their body, your making love to their mind."



Baby Steps Ch. 3



I promised myself that if I got good response from my story "Baby Steps" I would continue. I assume that you liked it since the E-mail I received was very favorable. As a result, I wrote Part 2.

Apologies are in order.

Since the writing was intended to be sexually exciting for the reader I decided to "spice it up" a little since "Baby Steps" lacked a lot of the raw sexuality that most of the stories on this site contain. Since there was no descriptions of "fucking and sucking" I thought maybe I should make it more explicit. It was not a wise choice. Although the primary aim in this kind of story is to turn the reader on, a side benefit is catharsis for the writer. I really don't feel comfortable in telling you our story if I can't be truthful with the facts, so let me set the record straight.

MOST of the story was true. The trip to Vegas, the gifts, the game with its set speed and duration were all real. So was the truck driver. But there was no dropped sunglasses, no conversation with him, no finger in the asshole, no mouthing "Fuck Me" to him, or anything even close to that. He silently watched as Jim played with my pussy and when we drove away there was only the honk of his horn which told us that he had appreciated our little performance. The four or five minutes that Jim fingerfucked me and spread me open for the driver to see were the most terrifying (and the most exciting) minutes that I have ever experienced, and in the position I was in (my head resting on Jim's lap) I couldn't even see the truckdrivers face as I climaxed.

I am now continuing the story with Part 3. I will review it carefully before submitting and this time I can guarantee you it will be more faithful to the actual occurrences. It may also be a little less erotic. If you don't find it stimulating enough then "Fuck You! Go find another story!" (Just kidding, you know I love you all)

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The rest of the drive to Vegas was uneventful, except for our deep discussions about what had just occurred. We both agreed that it had been the most intense moment in our lives. Jim confessed to me that it had long been a fantasy of his to have someone watching us while we did something sexual, but he was apologetic as well, thinking that he may have coerced into something that I really didn't want to do. I made an equal confession to him that ever since our experience on the beach I had been obsessed with the idea of taking it another step. I told him of my theory that making love and fucking were two different things and that for a long time I had hungered for more than just our normal lovemaking and an occasion good fuck. I told him that spreading my pussy open for the truckdriver to see had given me the same thrill that I had experienced showing off for the man at the beach (although much more intense).

Jim's eyes lit up like a kids eyes do on Christmas morning and for the rest of the drive we acted like coconspirators in planning all the delicious and forbidden things that we would do in Vegas. Poor Jim and Liz, I thought. All these years of marriage and we had never communicated the baser side of our psyches. Now that we were confessing our "dirty" secrets it all seemed so easy and so right. We had tried so hard to live up to the expectations of what we THOUGHT were the expectations of the other that we never bothered to ask what the other REALLY wanted. Assumptions were made from the beginning and we had lived with them blindly, never asking for a reality check.

After we checked into our hotel and emptied the suitcase, Jim opened the drapes to look at what our view would be for the next few days. "Liz," he said, "you just have to see this view to believe it" I looked and he was right. We were on the seventh floor and our suite overlooked the pool area of the hotel, and across from the pool was the other wing of the hotel. The implications were enormous. There were hundreds of windows that we could see into. And there were hundred of windows that could see into ours! Some of our previous planning just went out the window (so to speak) and we sat on the bed together and devised new plans. I seriously doubted that the open drapes would be closed until Sunday afternoon when the maid went about her ritual chores of preparing for the next occupants.

It was still daylight, so we couldn't see in the other windows, and we were fairly sure that they couldn't see us either, but that didn't stop Jim from disrobing completely and urging me to do the same. I complied and it felt wonderful standing in front of the window bare ass naked even though we assumed that no one was able to see After we had showered, Jim asked me to put on the new dress he had bought me. "With or without the thong panties?" I asked. Of course he wanted to me to model them with and without. I slipped the dress over my head and stood before him without the panties. He asked me to stand in front of the window so he could see the light shining through the gauzy material.

"Maybe it's just a little TOO revealing," he told me, "you can see the hairs on your pussy. Try it with the panties" I obliged. I went to the drawer and withdrew the white thong panties he had bought me and slipped them on. I stood before the window again.

"Very VERY sexy," he told me, and I could see a bulge rising in his pants, "But it still shows the hair. Turn around and let me see how you look from the rear." What you'll see from the rear is my ass, I thought, since the thong was deeply imbedded in the crevice of my cheeks. Nevertheless, Jim thought that the rear view was superb.

"I don't really know," he said, "it looks wonderful, but you have so much hair down there that I think maybe it's just a bit too..too" I knew he was searching for words.

"Bold?" I asked?

"Yes, that's the word. Too bold. It looks as if you're TRYING to shock. I want it to be more casual, more innocent. Fucking you with my finger in front of the truck driver today was one thing. We were experimenting with him. It was fun and it was appropriate for the time and the place, but we're going to dinner to tonight at Caesar's Palace and it looks just a little, shall we say, inappropriate. Do you remember how you said there was a difference between making love and fucking? Well, I think it's kind of like what we'll be doing this weekend. If you're wearing the red miniskirt you brought, for example, you can easily show your panties by crossing your legs in a manner that exposes you and yet can taken by whoever watches as an innocent mistake on your part. A tit can "accidentally" fall out of a bathing suit or a loose fitting top. Planning may be required, but you can expose yourself in such a way that the lucky person who is on the receiving end can get an eyeful without ever knowing that it was planned. I should know. There has been many a time when I have caught a glimpse, even for a second or so, of a bare breast or a flash of panties, and even a few bare pussies once in a while, and it has lit up my day like nothing else could. I suppose it was planned, but I'll never know because it was done in such an innocent manner that I it would be up to me to prove that it was intentional and that I couldn't do with any certainty. It certainly wasn't obvious that they were doing it on purpose. I guess what I'm trying to say is that when the waves pulled down your bikini bottoms at the beach, that was the law of gravity and wave action pulling them down. It wasn't as if you had done it on purpose, was it?" He smiled. "Don't get me wrong, I love seeing you expose yourself, but for the most part it should be done with style."

God, I loved this man! He was really getting into my new found fantasy and rekindling his own. He wanted to be my teacher and I was certainly eager to be his pupil. I hoped that as time went on I would learn my own style and that I would be able to teach him as well. I hoped that he would be as willing a student as I was going to be. Together we would experiment and together we would learn.

"Shave me", I said on the spur of the moment, "Let's see what it looks like without hair"

Jim was in the bathroom looking for the scissors, the razor and the shaving cream before I could finish the last sentence. He was like kid in a toy store with a $200 gift certificate. The bulge in his pants was pronounced and signified to me that I had made the right suggestion.

When he returned I was laid out on the bed naked, the dress on the floor, my legs spread open waiting for, I hoped, his steady hand. It was approaching dark now and Jim turned on the lights. I had no way of knowing if anyone could see from across the way, but I noticed that there were lights on in many of their windows and I could see "shapes" moving around in some of them.

Before he opened the can of shaving cream I spread my lips apart and said "Don't you want to eat me one last time with the hair still on? Once you shave it off it's going be nothing but naked pussy from then on. I wouldn't want you to miss your last opportunity to taste a hairy twat."

Jim lowered his head and licked his tongue around my lips. His thumbs spread my labia apart and hungrily, savagely he began sucking in the juices that already begun to form in my body. His tongue went deep, sending shudders of pleasure through me as I arched my back and thrust myself into his face. Like a beast he devoured me, lapping at me much like a dog laps water. My hands cupped my breasts and I played with my nipples as he continued his pre-dinner hors d'oeuvres.

I looked in the mirror across the bed and watched as his tongue probed my nether regions. I spread my legs even further apart and strained to see myself in it's reflection. I imagined that I was the mirror and that I was watching us as strangers might see us through the open window. I could see his back and his hairy ass, but all I could see of myself was my raised legs with his head between them and my naked breasts heaving as I massaged the throbbing knobs that were their center. I looked out the dark window and silently studied the shining windows across the way, hoping that somewhere out there was someone who was getting a thrill watching our "exhibition" of oral sex. It was unplanned, I rationalized. We weren't really putting on a "show." It was inadvertent. Was it our fault if we had forgotten to close the drapes? We were only doing what most of them did themselves in the privacy of the their own bedrooms.

"Stick it in me doggie-style" I cried, as I pushed his head away from my open orifice. I flipped over on my back and spread my legs apart again and Jim mounted me. "But don't cum. I want you hard and horny all night long. I promise that if you don't cum I'll be your whore for the entire night. I'll show anything and everything, whenever and wherever, and to whoever you want. I'll be your fucking slave for the entire night as long as you promise not to cum now"

Jim's dick inserted itself into my gaping hole and he moved it from side to side instead of in and out. He was holding off on the temptation of thrusting. The feel of my vaginal walls against his monster cock were pleasurable enough for him now, I supposed, and I was hoping that his restraint would hold. He took a finger and rubbed it up against my asshole, never entering it, but pleasuring himself with its feel and its texture. I pressed myself against him pushing it in even deeper but trying hard not to create a rhythm that would lead to his ejaculation. Out of the corner of my eyes I looked out the window again, saw the row of windows, and wondered if anyone was watching.

Finally Jim pulled out of me and sat on the edge of the bed. His penis was still rock solid and there wasn't even any pre-cum on the tip. It had been a good boy. He seemed to be saying that he was willing to settle for two birds in the bush rather than one in the hand.

Jim took the scissors and cut off as much of the patch as he could. When he was finished He opened the can of shaving cream and squirted the white lather in his palm. He spread my legs apart and I felt gentle tingle of the mentholated foam as he spread it over my pussy and into my ass.

"My sweet little pussycat is losing its hair and is soon going to be a bald eagle" he said in a singsong kind of voice and I laughed as he dipped down for one more taste of my hair before he shaved it all off and came up with shaving cream all over his face.

After what we now lovingly refer to as MY vasectomy, we dressed again and I modeled the dress with and without the underwear. Jim told me that the shaving had been a success. I looked great with and without them. Then he smiled wickedly and said "Are you up for another game?"

"I'm your whore for the evening, remember? Anywhere and everywhere"

"OK. I really can't decide whether it looks better with or without the panties. It certainly looks better without the hair, but I don't think we should decide without some advice from a "disinterested" party. Why don't we order room service and see what the guy bringing the food has to say?"

OK, this is the beginning, I thought bravely. The fear was still there, but I knew that fear was only a learned response. It was the adrenaline that I was hooked on. Nothing could happen. Jim was here. Just as with the truck driver. A man would look at me and enjoy seeing my body and we would never meet each other again. It would be a memory that we would both share, but it would be a memory that we would share separately. The memories that would be shared together would be between Jim and me.

"Are we still going to dinner at Caesar's" I asked? Jim laughed.

"Sure. I'm ordering the guy, not the food. We'll just order sandwiches so we'll have something to munch on later. Don't forget, I can't munch on pussy hair anymore"

Jim made the call and ordered the sandwiches. While we were waiting Jim gave me detailed instructions on how to act. He didn't want me to pull up my dress and expose my pussy or anything else so blatant that it would make it look like anything other than a simple request for an opinion. The guy would probably not make any comments about my body at all, he said. He was, after all, an employee of the hotel and would fear losing his job if we complained. What went on his mind, however, was going to be a different story.

We had agreed that when the man entered I would have the panties on and that after getting his opinion on how it looked I would reach up under the dress, being careful not to show too much of course, and step out of them. Jim had told me that he would do most of the talking but that if I wanted to add anything I could. Jim had me stand in various parts of the room so he could judge where the lighting was the best to see through the material of my dress and he would try to maneuver the man into the right position. I was getting hotter and hotter by the minute.

Finally we heard the knock at the door. While Jim went to open the door I gathered up my courage and tried to settle down. I wanted to act nonchalant but it was going to be hard to do.

The door opened an a man of about our age (early thirties) entered. He was dressed in a white uniform with the hotels logo. He had a tray with the sandwiches and he brought it in and set it on the table. Jim signed the bill and then deftly walked across the room where the lighting was better and the man followed as if on cue.

"By the way," Jim said, "we're from out of town and we're going to the midnight show at Caesar's. Have you seen it yet, Bob?" I saw Jim look down at the man's name tag as he said it and I realized that Jim had read it before using his name. Bob said he hadn't but that it had gotten rave reviews and it was one of the hotter tickets in town. Bob looked at me and smiled.

"You know, " Jim said as he fished in his wallet for a sizable tip, "I hope it's not going to put you on the spot, but my wife and I want to ask you your opinion. We bought a whole new wardrobe and we're from Ohio and not really sure how they dress out here for the shows. Can you take a look and tell us whether or not that looks good to you. Is it too fancy for the show or should she wear something more casual, like Jeans. Bob looked at me and as his eyes moved down my body I felt that sensual tingle of anticipation.

"It looks great to me," he said, "you'll see all kind of dresses and outfits here in town, from the fanciest dresses to really casual wear. They have a dress code in the fancier restaurants where the men have to wear ties and the women have to wear dresses, but it's pretty much up the individual when it comes to the shows."

Jim took me by the arm and led me to the light. Positioning myself between the light and Bob, Jim said "Do you think maybe it's a little too sheer? I mean when the light shines through it like this you can clearly see the panties. Turn around, Liz, so he can see what I mean. What do you think, Bob, is that just a little too much or would that be acceptable at the show?"

I could see that Bob was pondering his response. On the one hand I felt sorry for him, but I thought to myself that ANY man would gladly trade places with him, so I wasn't THAT sorry.

"I like it." Bob told me. "It's a little transparent, but that's OK for Vegas"

"I know that, but I just hate panty lines on women. It kind of ruins the symmetry of the whole effect. I thought maybe she could go without the panties, but being as sheer as it is we thought that would be just a little too far out. Honey, show it how it looks without them."

This was my cue. It was now or never. I could feel my heart pounding as it had done earlier in the day, but it wasn't as strong as then. I was getting used to this. I reached under the fabric of the dress, pulled down the panties and stepped out of them. Still standing in front of the light I turned around and let him see me from all angles. God It felt good.

I saw Bob's eyes traveling over my body and I tried to imagine what he must be seeing and experiencing right now.

"I kind of like it like that," Jim said, "there's no panty lines to distract from the overall effect of the dress. What do you think, Bob, should she wear it with or without panties?"

Before Bob could answer I put in my five cents worth. After all, Jim had said I could say anything I wanted as long as I let him do most of the talking. "It certainly feels better without those panties climbing up my ass, but I'm just afraid that everyone is going to seeing my pussy. Bob, can you see anything when I stand in front of the light?" I spread my legs and made sure that Bob could see as much as he could. I turned around again and bend over slightly to allow the light to enter from the front so he would see everything between the legs that the light would allow. "How about this? Can you see anything between my legs?"

Damn, I was getting brazen! I just hoped that Jim wouldn't be pissed off that I had crossed the line and gone beyond what he considered "innocent" exposure. Being the professional that he was, Bob remained nonplused. "No, you can't see all that much," he lied, "if I were you I'd definitely go without the panties, and I agree with your husband that they are definitely a no-no. They attract the eye and they almost beg to be looked at. Without them you may be exposing more, but fewer people will notice because it has more of a flowing look to it. And may I be blunt?"

Jim and I looked at him for a minute not knowing what he would say. Finally Jim said "Sure, why not. Go ahead and say it" I think that Jim was expecting some sort of rebuke or a snide remark or something really vulgar that would put a damper on our fun.

"Well," Bob said, "first off I think she looks great. If she had hair on her pussy, and I only use that word because she has already said it so it shouldn't offend you, then I would have had to say that panties were in order, but since the pussy is obviously shaved the total effect from top to bottom is all one solid shade. Many people will assume that she is nude under the dress, but they won't know for sure unless they get a sustained view with light shining through. With the panties on people will see them immediately and assume that she is trying to get attention, especially thong panties like that. I don't know if it's possible or not with the supplies you brought, but you might to consider putting some kind of cosmetics on her breasts because the color of her nipples is very pronounced through the material." He took me to the mirror and let me look into it. Through the dress I could see what he meant. I could see the shade of my nipples in all their glory staring back at me from the mirror.




Baby Steps Ch. 3



Speaking to me he said "If you don't have anything to tone down the color of nipples I could probably get something from pharmacy downstairs, but if you would rather go like you are then I can guarantee that in this town you won't feel terribly out of place. You'd get some obvious stares, both good and bad, but I would stay fairly close to your husband to ward off any unwanted advances. A woman that looks as good as you do, if she's alone, would certainly bring out the boor in most men."

Jim thanked him for the advice and gave him a hefty tip. After he had left, Jim looked deeply in my eyes and kissed me tenderly on the mouth. "Thank you," he said. He patted me on my now unpantied bottom and said "Are you ready for dinner?"

To Be Continued....

At Christmas time and for the rest of our drive we conspired and planned all the things we would do.

The first part of the story was true. We did play the game that Jim had devised with its rules of 65 MPH and the imposed 20 mile limit of me in the gifts he had bought.

Even the truck driver was real. But I never had a conversation with him, I never mouthed the words "Fuck me" to him.



Baby Steps Ch. 4



I would love to tell you that our adventures in Las Vegas got even better as the night wore on, that we fucked on top of a blackjack table, or I blew a guy while he was shooting craps, or I masturbated in the keno lounge while everyone applauded, but nothing that dramatic happened and I don't think you'd believe it anyway. I did manage to give the Valet at Caesar's Palace a good long look at my bare pussy as I got out of the car, but after three or four long seconds I modestly pulled the dress down, looked at the valet and gave him an "oops" kind of smile. He smiled back and I thought to myself, what else could he do? As we left and headed for the entrance to the hotel I glanced back and saw he was still following me with his eyes. Apparently my unintentional exposure had had an effect.

During dinner I managed to unbutton two more buttons of my dress without anyone noticing, and we managed to order wine, dinner and the dessert with my tits almost falling out. No one in the room, including the staff and the waiters, seemed to mind or care (or even pretend to notice) but it felt good to be on display nevertheless.

After dinner I modestly buttoned one button, which still left a less than modest decolletage, but at least it wasn't so risque that I risked popping out I stood behind Jim as he played blackjack, and he won for a change ($375). I knew that there were many people who were aware of the full nudity under my clothes, but no one said anything and, like our waiters, if they noticed they pretended not to.

I tried to accidentally flash my pussy to the valet that brought us our car when we left, but his position when I entered the car was wrong and he couldn't see. It was wasted effort on my part.

Jim asked me on the ride back to our hotel to unbutton that button again so he could see me as I was in the restaurant and I surprises him by unbuttoning it all the way down. We drove down Las Vegas Blvd. that way, but again, no one seemed to notice and I didn't want to make it obvious that I intended anyone to see.

I felt a little daring when we reached our hotel but I wasn't so daring that could walk in like I was, so I buttoned up again (somewhat) and walked through the lobby and to the elevator with the same number of buttons open as I had in the restaurant. Jim was happy with me and kept looking down at my nearly bare breasts hoping, I thought, that maybe I would expose one or both of them.

As the elevator door opened we saw Bob, our room service man from the night before, standing there. He had an empty service cart with him and was obviously headed back to the kitchen. His eyes dropped down to my breasts, and then down, and he smiled. "I see that you took my advice and wore the dress without the panties. Good. It's looks great on you that way." He said it quietly so that no one else who could be in earshot would hear. I smiled brightly and thanked him for the compliment. He left, pushing the service cart in front of him, and Jim and I entered the elevator. As we rode up to our floor I regretted not showing Bob my nipples.

Once in the room I stripped off the dress and threw it in the corner. I had worn it all day and I knew that it would need a good cleaning and pressing before I could wear again. I walked over to the window and stood looking at the windows in the other wing. I was watching to see someone else. Jim stripped off his clothes too and joined me at the window. He hugged me tightly from behind and cupped his hands over my breasts and caressed my nipples. We stood in the window like that, kissing and touching each other for 10 minutes or more. We didn't fuck, but Jim finally took my hand and led me to the bed and we made love like we did at home, satisfying, but without the pizzazz of fucking. I didn't cum.

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We stayed in bed Saturday morning until almost noon. With all the excitement of the previous day we were still exhausted and the rest would do us good. We ate the sandwiches that Bob had brought us the night before, watched a little TV, cuddled and planned all the "crimes" that we would attempt that evening. Jim suggested that we call room service (again) and that this time I would be in the shower when Bob (or whoever else) came. I would pretend that I didn't know anyone was there and I would walk into the room bare ass naked. I would instinctively try to act modest and cover myself with my hands, but then would smile shyly and say "Well, you've already seen me, so I might as well get dressed now," or words to that effect. I would walk over to the dresser as if my nudity was of no concern and spend a minute or so going through the clothes before putting anything on. It would be kind of a reverse strip tease as I slowly and erotically dress for the man.

Jim also suggested that we might go to the Jacuzzi later that evening. If there was no one there we could strip quickly and get in the water and, if anyone came later, the bubbling nature of the Jacuzzi would cover us enough so we would be at least semi-modest. If someone was there when we arrived we would make the decision as to whether it felt "right" enough and if it was then he would get in first, wearing his suit of course, and I would slip off my shoes and only dangle my legs in the water. If we could, we would start a conversation with whoever was there and try to lead it around as to why I didn't join them in the water. Hopefully they would all "coax" me into the water in only my panties and white cotton undershirt top, both of which would look sexier than hell when they were wet.

He came up with a lot of other delicious and exciting things we could do as well, but neither of us could have imagined, or prepared, or dreamed of what really happened that night!

We decided that for our debut for the day I would wear the cutoff Jeans that Jim had given me the day before. I put them on and studied myself in the mirror. They were the typical Levi type Wranglers, but the legs had been cut off very shortly and major cuts had been made up the side and between the legs. There was only a thin strap of material from front to bottom and the legs were loose enough that one could visually see the gap between the material and the flesh. It was almost as daring "down there" as was the bikini that I had worn at Venice beach except that I didn't have to worry about it falling off my hips. This was taking our new found hobby one more step, as I knew that it would be almost impossible for me to go the whole day without showing at least a portion of my pussy even if I tried (and I was pretty sure that I was brave enough at this point not to). To go along with it I chose of Jim's cotton undershirts, the men's kind without arms, which is what he had suggested I wear in the Jacuzzi that night if we didn't go nude.

Jim had me wiggle around on the bed, open my legs, stretch my arms over my head, bend over, and contort my body into every possible position so he could "check out" how I would look, What he was really doing, I thought, was getting off on beaver shots. He's been married to me all these years and I can still turn him on with simply bare skin. I felt very proud of myself, and feeling proud made me feel beautiful, and feeling beautiful made me feel sexy, and feeling sexy made me horny. I unbuttoned the pants, raised my legs in the air and pulled them off, giving him a good look at my asshole and pussy as I was doing it. I invited him to come and lick me, which of course he did, and as his tongue and lips pleasured themselves in my hairless hole, I climaxed for the first of what was to become a record number of orgasms for me in one day.

After I had cum and Jim had licked up all the love juice, I dressed again in the same gorgeous, slutty Jeans and we went downstairs to play Blackjack. Since we were now playing with the "House" money, as Jim refers to it, I decided to play alongside him. I'm not too good on figuring out what to hit and what not to hit, unless it a a "no brainer" like two tens, and I knew that dressed as I was my mind would be on other things beside cards, but with Jim at my side to help me with the tough decisions I might do OK.

After an hour of staying relatively even, we hit a string of losing hands and were down about $200 which meant we only had $175 of the "house" money left. Jim suggested we find another table where we might have better luck. Dressed as I was I was perfectly content so simply wander around the casino watching other peoples reactions as they looked at me, but I never revealed this to Jim.

As we moved made our way around the casino Jim suddenly spotted Bob playing at a nearly deserted table. Now a nearly deserted table usually means bad luck for a player, but Jim suggested that we join him. He had been a true gentleman the night before, and I was eager for him to see me in my new outfit.

"Hey, Bob," Jim said as we approached the table, "off your shift now?"

Bob seemed glad to see us. "Yeah, I am. How you doing? I guess you didn't see the show last night after all. You came home a little early." Jim admitted that we hadn't and they continued the small talk, but while they spoke Bob never stopped looking at me.

I pulled out the stool and sat next to Bob before Jim could, put my chips in front of me and bet $20. I got a Blackjack that first hand and felt that this indeed might be my lucky table in more ways than one. With Jim on one side of me and Bob on the other I felt I was the center of attention. The three of us continued to win more than we lost for the next thirty minutes, and I would squeal with delight every time one of us got a blackjack and I would jump up and down in glee. Every time I did I could see Bob's eyes go to either my crotch or my bouncing breasts, and he didn't seem embarrassed at all to be looking at me so intently. I knew of course that he was looking for exposure, and I thought about making sure he did, but instead I simply let nature take its course. With what I was wearing he was surely seeing enough to keep him happy. God, it was delicious being a cockteaser. "Que Sera, Sera" I began singing softly. I wondered if either of them knew why those lyrics had popped into my head.

Suddenly, our luck started to change. The squeals of delight were less now, and when they came they were hollow echoes of the squeals from before. Abruptly, after winning a hand for a change, Bob said "I'm out of hear before I lose the entire bundle. I won enough on that last hand to buy us all a couple of rounds of drinks. What do you say? Let's do it now or I'll probably throw it away on the next hand."

Before Jim had a chance to think too much about it I turned to Bob and said "Great idea. I'm tired of losing too. Lead us to the tavern," I had already had four or five Margaritas and I was already feeling no pain. A few more and I would "really" be a fun girl.

Jim followed along and all the way to the bar I continued acting silly, skipping along as if I were a little girl, and singing "Que Sera, Sera" over and over again, sometimes out loud and sometimes only in my head.

The lounge was fairly empty. The big crowds would probably come later in the evening. Bob led us to a dimly lit booth in the back away from the other patrons. When the waitress came she asked us what we wanted, and he ordered for us. I continued with the Margaritas, Jim with his Bourbon, and Bob his white wine.

"I know I shouldn't ask this question, and you don't have to answer if you don't want, but we have become, uh..." he looked down between my legs, "more or less good friends so here goes. What the hell are your names? I may have heard them last night but I have completely forgotten them if I did?"

Jim and I looked at each other and started to laugh. Last night he had asked us if he could be blunt and it had given us pause for a moment. Now he was apologizing for asking us our names. I wondered if he apologized every time he asked a question. I told him my name was Liz and Jim introduced himself as well. We felt bad that we had forgotten to do so earlier.

After the drinks were brought to the table the conversation began again, and it was about Blackjack. It went on for as long as the drinks lasted, and I was starting to get bored. I wanted to get out of the hotel and start living out our fantasies. Bob ordered another round before we could object and after the barmaid brought it and was handsomely tipped, Bob turned to me, looked squarely in they eyes, and said "Liz, I want you to show me your cunt. I want you to spread your legs apart and show me your shaved lips."

Jim and I were flabbergasted. Bob seemed so mild and apologetic and afraid of saying anything that might be blunt or embarrassing to us, yet there was no hint of an apology or fear in this statement. Was he drunk?

"Before you say anything," he continued, "let me say that last night I knew the minute you asked for my 'advice' that you were either exhibitionists or swingers. You were playing sexual games with one another and I was simply a prop. I've been around the block enough times to know. And don't try to tell me that you weren't aware that I could see your cunt and ass very clearly through that dress. And then last night when I stepped out of the elevator and saw your cleavage, if you can call that deep a plunge cleavage, I knew that all I had to do was to ask you to show them to me and you would. Unfortunately I was working at the time, and I don't like to mix my job with pleasure. But today I'm not working and it's completely different. Besides, I've already seen your cunt four times in the last hour, three times at the blackjack table and once since we've been here in the lounge. And I don't mean just glimpses, I mean wide open views between the lips and up the hole. You think your being daring by running around all day in skimpy little outfits that might, just might, show off more than you intended to show, and I admire that in a woman. It takes guts that most women only dream of having. But to experience the ultimate thrill in your little game you have to go all the way. I'm a stranger to you. I want you to show me your cunt, wide open, no pretenses. I know that this is what you really want, and you know it as well. Now, be honest with yourself. Reach down between your legs, pull your pants to the side and let me stare at your naked cunt."

He didn't sound threatening, and he didn't sound judgmental (well, maybe a little, but it was without criticism), and he spoke the truth. I DID want him to see me. Before Jim could say a word I answered "All right" in the calmest, coolest voice I could muster. I took another deep drink of my Margarita, a deep breath to calm me down a little, and a quick glance at Jim as if asking for his approval, and then I sprawled back against the cool vinyl backing of the booth. A quick glance around the lounge told me that no one could see what I was about to do. All the while looking in Bobs eyes, almost as if I was hypnotized, I slowly reached down and pulled the Jeans to the side exposing my pussy. Then, as his eyes left mine and dropped to see what he had asked for, I took my other hand, dropped it down to meet the first, and I spread my pussy lips apart for Bob's (and my) pleasure. My pulse was pounding and I asked myself, was I really doing this?

Silently he stared at the visual gift that he had asked for and I had freely given. The gaze of his eyes were intense, but he signified no change in his facial expression, Not a smile, or a smirk, or a grin. Just a stone cold stare.

Maybe I was hypnotized, or maybe I wasn't, but without any suggestions at all, other than by what I now believe was my own free will, I inserted two fingers into the warm wet stickiness of myself and began masturbating. It was for his eyes only to see, but it was for my pleasure as well as his. His eyes never left my pussy. My eyes never left his face. His expression never changed. My fingers went deeper and deeper in with calculated abandonment, and with my other hand I began rubbing and stroking my clit, sending spasms of delight throughout my entire body.

From his position, and mine, I couldn't tell if Jim could see my fingers doing their magic, but he could certainly tell what I was doing. He hadn't said a word. Maybe he was speechless or maybe he was wise enough not to disturb what was for me a private and almost spiritual experience. I could feel the tension building in my body and I knew that it would seek escape. I felt myself starting to tremble and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from making any outward sound that might draw the attention of any of the others in the lounge. I knew that from the position I was in no one except could see my nakedness, or my pussy, or my fingers, but they could damn well see my face.

Smiling gently now, Bob reached down and inserted his finger inside me as well and our fingers worked in tandem for what was now a common goal. I couldn't help myself any longer. I bit down harder on my lip, closed my eyes and moaned softly, pushing my pelvic bone down harder and harder against his finger and mine, It took only moments, but I felt the familiar, always sought after, overwhelming sensation take control over my body and with a spasm and a soft cry from deep in my chest I came.

Not caring now about anything, my naked body, my loss of composure, Bob, Jim, the others in the lounge, anything at all, I lay my head down on the table and quietly sobbed as the warm spasms wracked my body. Jim's hand was on my hair and he was rubbing the back of my neck with gentle caresses. My legs felt wet and rubbery and my breath was coming in short bursts. Finally, slowly, the pleasure began to decrease and I started to regain control. It was the most overwhelming orgasm I had ever had.

I looked around the bar to see if anyone had observed my temporary madness, but everything looked the same as before. No one had seemed to notice. I looked deeply into Bob's eyes and said quietly "Thank you."

Then I turned to Jim. "I love you so much it hurts," I said, and once again I burst into tears of happiness and sexual release and Jim and I kissed with long kisses that were meant only for us and I was unashamed.

As we left the lounge Bob had one more suggestion. Once again it caught us off guard. "How would you like to by the house tonight for dinner? I'd like to introduce you to my wife, and we always enjoy company. That is, of course, unless you have other plans. I certainly wouldn't to impose" Typical Bob again, I thought to myself, always being deprecating.

Jim was, I could see, starting to get a little pissed off. "What, first you give my wife an orgasm with me watching, and then you want us to go by the house so you can fuck her as well? It's true, we were playing with you last night and setting you up as a, what did you call it, a prop? It's also true that since we've been here in Vegas we've gone out of our way to show her off a little now and then (an understatement, I thought) but what happened back there in the lounge was something that just happened, and it's not going to repeat itself. I certainly don't want to fuck your wife and I don't want to watch you fuck Liz, either. We're not swingers and that's what I think that's what your invitation is all about, isn't it" Jim said it as if it weren't even a question.

Bob smiled. "You're right," he said, "I would love to fuck Liz, but I doubt my wife would approve. I don't doubt for a second that Liz would be a terrific piece of ass, excuse the expression, Liz, but I can assure you my intentions were not to fuck her. My intentions were to videotape YOU fucking her."

That certainly set Jim back a bit. He had told me in our ride out here in the car that it had been a fantasy of his for a long time, having people watch us have sex, but now that the opportunity was presenting itself, would he be up for the challenge?




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"OK," I said boldly before Jim could give an answer, "but on two conditions. We keep the tape when it's over and your wife will be with us the whole time." I thought that Bob would begin to cover his ass about now, because I didn't really believe there was a wife. I thought that it was just a ruse to get us over to his house. I had read enough murder mysteries to realize that you don't just follow strangers with candy.

"Oh, that presents no problem whatsoever. In fact, my wife will probably want you to videotape us as well. She loves it when people watch us fuck."

Jim looked excited, but also a little ashen. I could tell he was scared. Like me, I thought. Maybe we were going just a little too fast for comfort, but like the old saying goes, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Bob reached in his wallet for a piece of scratch paper and scribbled down his address and phone number. "Say about eight? And please do us the courtesy of calling us as soon as possible if you change your mind, OK?"

I excused myself and went to the restroom while Bob gave Jim the directions to the house. As I entered the Ladies Room I couldn't resist looking at my reflection in the mirror. No one else was there so I stood and stared at myself for quite for quite a while. I squeezed my tits together and lifted the side of my Jeans to get another good look at the brazen image I had dared to show the world. Liz, I said to myself, do you really know what you're getting yourself into? No, I answered myself. No, I don't.

I left the restroom softly humming "Que Sera, Sera"

To Be Continued....



Baby Steps Ch. 5



By the time we got in the minivan and started the drive to Bob's house, I was humming a new tune. "I am Woman, Hear me Roar" had invaded my consciousness just as "Que Sera, Sera" had done earlier. I was convinced that tonight I could do anything.

Anything, that is, except actually fucking someone other than my husband. With all the slutty things I had done this weekend, and all the slutty things that I hoped I would soon be doing, I still considered myself married and I wasn't ready to jeopardize everything we had in search of that elusive craving for more and more thrills. I was, I believed, still moral, and the masturbation scenes with Bob in the lounge and the truckdriver on the Interstate were only temporary escapes from reality. Tonight would tell if I could take it just another baby step forward and still maintain my balance. I considered the possibility that I was rationalizing about my morality, but I dismissed any further consideration on that because I wanted so badly to continue. And continuing was what this evening was all about. I wished now that we had never agreed to give up grass after Christine had been born. What I needed right now were a couple of giant spliffs to settle my nerves.

We followed Bob's instructions and came to the street that led to his home. After turning left on one street, following it two blocks, and then turning right again onto a cul-de-sac we arrived at the address. It was a community of more than modest homes. Judging from housing costs in Riverside County where we lived I estimated it in the $400,000 -- $500,000 range. Strange, I thought, that they would live in a community like this while Bob worked in the hotel delivering food to the guests.

As we walked to the door and rang the bell we noticed the well manicured lawn and the beautiful plants and flowers that ringed the house. It was only a few moments until the door opened and a stunning blonde appeared in the door way. "Hi, you must be Jim and Liz. Bob has told me all about you. My name is Carla. Welcome to our home."

All? I thought. I wonder if he had told her that only four hours earlier he had placed his fingers inside my pussy and had masturbated me into having one of the most perfect orgasms that I had ever experienced.

We followed her into the house, past the front room and out into the backyard where we saw one of the most beautiful pools and Jacuzzis we had ever seen. The sun was just now beginning to set and I visualized what it would look like after the lights that I saw placed in strategic locations were turned on. There were ferns and flowers all about. The Jacuzzi was imbedded in cement a full six or seven feet above the pool and the overflow dropped down the side to the pool below creating the visual image of a waterfall descending to a lake. The backyard itself must have cost as much to construct as our entire house. It was magnificent.

She led us to an alcove carved in rock that had a table and chairs. On the far side of the alcove Bob was standing by a barbecue made out of rock and on the side was serving cart on wheels. There was a set of plates, silverware and some delicious looking steaks. "Hi," he said, "I told Carla that you would be coming, and when we didn't get a phone call I told her it was for sure. I'm glad you didn't let us down. She's been on pins and needles ever since I told her about you. Would you like something to drink?"

Bob asked for a beer and again I opted for a Margarita, a strong one I added, if it wasn't too much trouble. Bob assured me that it wasn't, and he went into the house to get the drinks.

"I guess you're wondering how Bob can afford a house like this on his salary and tips," Carla began as she at on one of the chairs and Jim and I settled down on the others "so let me put that question out of your mind. I bought the house and gave Bob the liberty of fixing it up as he saw fit. It was my money, but I put the deed in both our names. Bob and I are partners in everything. He wouldn't have to work if he didn't want to, but he says it gives him the opportunity to keep in touch with his working class roots, and it gives him the opportunity to meet people like yourselves. We have had many people over that Bob has met at work and we have had some wonderful experiences with them. Would you care for a short swim or a soak in the Jacuzzi before dinner? I hope you don't mind, but I always go nude."

Before either Jim or I could answer, Carla stood, pulled her blouse over her head and pulled off her shorts. Standing naked, she turned and walked to the spa. Her pussy was shaved, like mine, but had a well trimmed tuft right above the slit that gave it a less than naked look. It gave the impression that it, like her garden, was well manicured. She was stunning to be sure, but I now realized that she was older than I had first thought. She was probably in her early to mid forties and her breasts were beginning to show the signs of gravity. Her ass, however, was still firm and tight looking and didn't have any sag to it at all. Here, I thought, was a woman who loved her body and spent the time necessary to keep it trim and beautiful.

It was now approaching dark and there were many two story houses behind them on what I assumed was another cul-du-sac. I knew that if anyone were to look out the upper windows they would see everything that went on in the backyard, but if Carla didn't mind, then who were we to complain. Jim looked at me and I at him. We smiled and followed her to the Jacuzzi.

Jim sat on a small bench beside the Jacuzzi that Carla was now entering and he began taking off his shoes. His eyes were glued to Carla's lovely body and he got a clear view of her open lips as she stepped down into the water. He removed his shirt, laid it on the deck and the divested himself of his pants and shorts. As he stood there nude I could see the gradual rise of his penis into what I hoped would later be a gigantic hard on. I caught Carla looking at it too, and she had a small smile of triumph on her face.

As Jim entered the Jacuzzi to be with Carla I slowly raised the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. "Oh, no panties" Carla said approvingly, "and a shaved pussy as well. Bob was right. You are our kind of people." She stood up and purposely showed us hers as well, gently rubbing her fingers over it and looking down approvingly.

"Do you ever mind that so many houses can see down into your backyard" I asked Carla, as I stood there completely naked. I suppose that sounded like a contradiction in terms, my standing there nude and asking her if she cared about the other houses, but she didn't seem to notice. "Not really," she answered back. "When we first built the pool and spa there were no houses behind us. That's part of a new tract they built later. We made a point of introducing ourselves to the new owners as they moved in and we invited them to come over and get naked in the Jacuzzi with us. Three of them accepted, and two of them are still good friends. The third couple got a little offended on their first time here and the fourth couple were older and very prudish. They have called the police on us a couple of times for being naked in the backyard, but the police have pointed out that we can do anything we want on our own property and its up to them to shut the shades if they don't want to see. Luckily, none of them have kids."

"And what about the third couple" I asked with mock naivety, "how did you manage to offend them?" How could anyone as sweet and innocent as Carla ever manage to offend anyone, I thought with a silent chuckle?

"Well, they were the third couple that we had invited over," Carla responded. "I guess they had heard stories about us from the other two because they seemed awfully skittish at first. When I suggested they go nude with us in the Jacuzzi they both declined. But Tom said -- that was his name, Tom, ---that he had a "game" he wanted us to play with them to sort of break the ice. It was one of those board games where you roll the dice and move the little plastic people across the board and you land on spots and draw cards, you know, the cards that say "take a drink" or "exchange an article of clothing with someone else" and things like that. Well, we played the game with them for a little bit and I was getting bored, so when I drew a card and it said "Take off one article of clothing" I pulled my dress up over my head and sat down with only my shoes and panties on. I could have taken off one of the shoes, but what the hell, I was bored with the game. We continued to play and he kept staring at my tits as if he had never seen a pair before. Really shy he was. Well, on my next turn I landed on another space where I had to draw a card and it said "Do something outrageous" Well, for me, trying to figure out something to do outrageous was kind of hard, if you know what I mean, and it took me a while to think of all the things I could do. Finally I decided. I got up and peeled off my panties, got down on all fours so they could see my ass real good and I plopped a big ol' turd right there on the linoleum."

Immediately, Jim and I burst out in uncontrollable laughter and while we were laughing hysterically Bob returned with our drinks. He asked what we were laughing at, and when we told him he said that at least it was a hard stool and not soft. That made us laugh all the harder. We laughed so hard that our sides began to hurt. If hysterical laughter is good medicine then I'm very sure we were very healthy after that one.

After the laughter finally subsided Carla added "Yeah, but I guess I made a big mistake. When they saw what I had done the little wife barfed all over everything and then they left in a snit leaving the game and everything behind. They never even offered to help me clean up the two messes. If they had just joined us naked in the pool to begin with everything would have been all right. And we still have the game here somewhere. They never came back to pick it up." Of course that only renewed our spasms of laughter, and it was a good ten minutes before we could control ourselves again. During that time I had forgotten entirely that I was completely naked and was still sitting on the side of the Jacuzzi and not in it, and that Bob had brought us another round of drinks and had turned on the lighting.

"Which one of the houses is theirs?" I asked impulsively, ignoring the impulse to immediately enter the Jacuzzi before she "plopped" a turd again Even though it was now dark, the lighting from pool and the yard lights, although subdued, were sufficient for my purpose. Carla pointed to the one to our left and, still feeling giddy from the laughter and the drinks, I pointed my ass at the house, got down on all fours and spread my cheeks apart for them to see. I hoped that I managed to get across to her not only my "acceptance" of her actions but my willingness to be on the her level.

Just as an aside (I don't mean to interrupt my story) but I find Carla to be uneducated, uncouth, and totally without morals. She is not "immoral," rather "amoral," She does what she wants, when she wants, and how she wants. I also find her to be bone honest, a great friend, very trustworthy, and one of the most original people I have ever met. I love her as a sister and I would do anything for her. We have kept in close contact over the last year and a half and I called her last night (May 4, 2000) and asked for permission to include the story of her "plopping the turd.'" Without her permission I wouldn't have included it. Even though I have changed their names, "Bob' and "Carla" may be known to some of you. And if you are one of the lucky ones to know them, then you know that I didn't need permission to tell everything else. Sometimes I wish she could be more like me. Sometimes I wish I could be more like her. Now, you horny readers, back to the excitement.

After my mooning of "Tom's " house, as we still refer to it, Bob went to get us all another drink. While he was away I joined Jim and Carla in the Jacuzzi and we were in deep discussion when he returned with the second round of drinks. By now Jim and I had lost not only our clothes but our inhibitions as well. I felt comfortable sitting around in the nude with our new friends. Bob set the drinks on the deck and proceeded to step out of his trunks. As I looked as his circumcised cock it suddenly dawned on me that I hadn't seen anyone's dick other than Jim's since we had been married. Bob smiled and said "Touche. I've seen yours and now you can see mine. Fortunately for me, yours looks better" I smiled at him. Flattery can get you almost anywhere with me. In truth, I thought, I had only seen four cocks in my whole fucking existence on this planet. Four, that is, unless you give extra credit to the cock I saw almost daily for seven months while I was in college. Unfortunately, it was attached to a man who I grew to detest, so I finally had to break up with it. I surmised that by now, more people had seen my pussy just this weekend than I had seen cocks in my whole life. Poor sheltered Liz.

As he entered the warm water he turned to Carla and said "I did tell you how she let me finger her pussy this afternoon, didn't I love?"

"Yes, you did," Carla responded, "and I think you also promised that they would let us take videotape of them fucking, too. You are going to fuck for us, aren't you?" she asked.

I blushed.

It was Jim's turn to speak this time before I could say a word, like it seemed I had been doing all weekend long. He spoke quietly and softy. I knew the words were hard for him to get out. "Yes," he said, "we made our minds to do it when Bob invited us and we're going go through with it. It's what we both want to do. It's been a fantasy of mine for a long time to have someone watch us and I would be less of a man if I backed down now when the opportunity is here. In Liz's case, she has grown to like showing off, and I suppose she's as ready as I am, maybe more so. But just so you know, neither one of us has ever been unfaithful and we're not going to "swing." I can't see myself fucking anyone but Liz, and I hope that she feels the same."

"Oh, boo hoo" said Carla, "Does that mean you don't want your tool in this beautiful tool box?'" she said, and she stood up and pulled her lips apart to show Jim as much pussy as she could manage. "But you are going to masturbate me to orgasm like you let Bob do to Liz, aren't you? Bob said you wouldn''t fuck, so now that it's agreed upon, let me tell you a little story. I've had more dicks in me than Bank of America has pennies. I got kicked out of college for fucking the entire basketball team, including the coach, all in one wonderful night. I was spread out in the locker room and they all stood around whacking on their meat while one after the other took turns fucking me in the mouth, in the cunt and in the asshole. There was more cum in me and dripping out of me and onto me than I had ever seen or tasted in one place at one time. I loved to fuck and I didn't give a shit who knew it. I was a nymphomaniac and I reveled in it. My father was so embarrassed for me that he kicked me out of the house and threatened to disown me. I don't know if he would ever have done it or not but the end result was that he died before the will was ever changed and I inherited it all! I fucked Bob the night I met him on a blind date that one of his friends had set up for us as a "joke," well, Bob never knew of my reputation at the time, so when I unzipped his pants and started sucking his dick right there in the restaurant before we had even ordered dinner I think he lost all control and he fell in love with me. We've been together for eleven years and we have done everything, repeat EVERYTHING, that you could ever imagine and a lot more that you can't. One more dick inserted into my body doesn't mean a thing to me."

"Then, about four years ago, we decided that with the AIDS epidemic and all we would stop 'fucking' around and we got married. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy fucking. I love it a LOT, but now I only do it with Bob. That's why your presence here is so important to us. When we took the vow of 'chastity' and stopped all the screwing we lost a lot of our "swinging" buddies So now, the biggest kick in our lives is having "group" sex with monogamous couples. You fuck, we fuck, we all fuck, but we fuck separately. So, do you have any other rules?"

I could see that Jim felt a little foolish having made this statement. As far as I was concerned, my heart was breaking for her. I empathized.

"Not now," he said quietly, "but you have to understand that we're a new to this. I understand where you have been, but you have to understand that we are only beginning to go in that direction. We will accept your past if you will respect our future. If things start making us uncomfortable, we'll let you know, and I hope that you will honor our decisions."

"OK" she replied, "but while we don't 'fuck' our guests we try to make it extremely easy for them to do everything else, so while Bob is cooking the steaks, why don't you come over here and play with my pussy and give me what Bob gave Liz." She hoisted herself up onto the deck and spread her legs apart inviting Jim's fingers to go to work. Jim looked at me, as if asking permission, and I smiled my consent. I was looking forward to vicariously reliving the events of the afternoon while watching Jim "finger" fuck her.

I stared with fascination as Jim reached over and began rubbing his wet palm up and down over her open mound. She lay back on the cement as he continued to massage and stimulate her willing pussy. As he continued a low guttural moan came from her lips "oh yes, oh yes, oh God yes!" "

As I watched my hand journeyed down to my crotch and I began playing with myself. Bob was watching us both. He was stroking his shaft as he saw his wife being manipulated by Jim and me masturbating myself under the water. It didn't appear that we would be having steaks anytime soon.

As Jim's fingers opened her up I saw that she had the largest hole I could ever had imagined. All those cocks she had let enter her over the years had certainly done their damage. As Jim's fingers moved in and out it was like watching a small train entering a large tunnel.

Gently but insistently he rubbed her pussy up and down, alternating between sticking his fingers deep inside her and bringing them out to play with her clit and pussy lips again. I scooted over to where Bob was and sat beside him. I was furiously fucking myself with one hand, but with the other I reached down and encircled his cock. I moved my hand up and down; jacking off his throbbing hardness, giving him a little of the pleasure that he had given me earlier. He smiled with pleasure and reached out to play with my erect nipples.

Watching Jim's hand dig itself in and out of Carla made me so horny that I knew I would be cumming soon if I didn't stop fingering myself, but it was so pleasurable that I couldn't help but continue. Suddenly a thought was born in my head, a thought grounded in what I considered perverseness, If I was going to experience first hand everything that there was to experience, what better time than now, when it felt natural and right and comfortable. I dropped Bob's cock and moved over toward Jim and Carla. I reached up to where Jim''s hand was and I slipped two of my fingers into Carla as well. I had never put my fingers into a pussy before, other than my own, but it seemed like I was being driven by a strange force that was tempting me. Slowly and with a sense of awe I pushed them deeper into her, feeling the walls of her vagina close themselves onto my fingers, as if urging me to push even deeper.

Giving in completely to the heat in my body I pumped her hard, thrusting back and forth, treating her much as I knew I myself would want to be treated. Deeply, with violent yet loving strokes, I fingered her hole, not caring at this point what Jim would say or think. Throwing caution away completely, being driven only by my insane desire to experience the sexual darkness that was within me, I withdrew my fingers, lowered my head and began licking her lips and tasting her womanhood. Carla was moaning loudly now. She was thrusting her hips up and down against my face as I used my tongue to lick her up and down




Baby Steps Ch. 5



Knowing it was me and not Jim made no difference to Carla. She reached out, grabbed my hair, and pushed my head down, smashing my face against cunt, forcing me to probe even deeper into the wide open orifice with my tongue.

Jim stood and moved me sideways, opening me up from behind so he could shove his hard cock inside me. He thrust himself into me as I continued to lap away at Carla's nectar. Don't come yet, Jim, I thought, because I still want the thrill of you fucking me for the camera, but his dick felt so good inside me right then that I didn't really care.

All of a sudden I heard a short shriek and felt a wet gushing flow from Carla. She was cumming, and she was cumming on my face. I licked and licked and licked with a fever in my brain, all the while Jim's dick and balls banging away at me from behind. I couldn't help myself any longer and I surrendered to my old friend orgasm. She had come to find me yet again today and I trusted her to take over complete control of my body. Almost in unison, Carla and I separated, each of us giving in to the total pleasure of a thorough cumming. It was wonderful.

Looking at Jim for acceptance for what I had done, I noticed that his cock was still rock hard. He hadn't come. He would be up for our performance, and I closed my eyes and thought of the wonderful and dirty things we would soon be doing.

My heart was singing, "I am Woman, hear me Roar"

To Be Continued...



Baby Steps Ch. 6



Bob finally got around to cooking the steaks. Carla, Jim and I relaxed in the Jacuzzi while dinner was being prepared and we discussed many things, but the main topic of conversation was of course our video taping. We told Carla not only about our willingness and excitement to let them take it, but also about how nervous and frightened we were at the prospect. With the exception of the trucker the day before, and of course Bob earlier in the day, Jim and I had never had anyone one watch us doing sexual things before, and we confessed our mixed feelings. The thought of Jim actually fucking me while someone watched was such a turn on, I thought, yet at the same time it also seemed perverted and depraved.

"Would it help any if Bob and I let you watch us fuck first?" Carla asked. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. We love to have people watch us. Of course, were perverted and depraved, but what the hell. What's a little perversion and depravity among friends, right? Besides, we've already seen Jim bumping up against your backside while you ate my pussy, so you've already fucked for us once already. One more time isn't going to hurt."

Of course she was right, but somehow being fucked in the Jacuzzi was more or less unplanned, more spontaneous, more spur of the moment. We hadn't purposely planned it or even thought about before hand. It was more natural and normal than doing it with a camera lens focusing in on our genitalia, exposing not only our naked bodies but also exposing our reason for doing it in the first place. I remembered what Jim had said before about planned versus unplanned exhibitionism, and I thought that this is what he meant. It was the same difference as having someone "accidentally" see my bare pussy, like the valet at Caesar's Palace had, and wantonly pulling up my dress and announcing to him "Here, big boy, want to see my twat" It was the appearance that matter, not yjr substance. 

"Whew, it's getting hot in here," I said, "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to jump in the pool and cool off." The temperature in the Jacuzzi WAS getting a little too warm, but for at least a few minutes I wanted to cool off from the heat of the conversation as well. Thoughts were going through my head and I wanted to have a few solitary minutes to focus and to think.

I dove into the water from the side of the Jacuzzi and immediately felt its cool, refreshing embrace. I swam to the far end of the pool, away from the conversation, away from Jim and Carla, away from the smell of cooking steak, away from confusion. And hopefully away from my sudden lack of confidence and second thoughts. I stretched out on the pool steps, leaned my head back so my neck rested on the cement decking, closed my eyes and tried to imagine how it would feel having them watch us, having them tape us, having them have a close up view of Jim's rock hard cock fucking my spread open pussy, having them see him spurt his seed in me or on me, seeing me suck him. 

My thoughts were exciting, but they were also scaring me. I knew that everything going through my mind was psychological. The fear, the excitement, the heat that was building in my body even in the cool water, was all caused by what was going on in my brain. I was torn between my wants. I wanted to be the normal, rational, typical wife and mother and I also wanted to be a slut, a whore, an animal. Was there a compromise that could be made? Was there a line somewhere that seperated the two? Where was the line if it existed? Was it a line that could be safely bridged? Was I surrending myself to the siren song and the seductive evil of Mr Hyde.?

I thought about what Carla had said. I had watched porno tapes that Jim had rented, but I had never really seen anyone fuck before. Not really. Tape is one thing and watching real people do it, in person, was something else. Perhaps I had gone too far in my promise. Now I was wavering. I felt like the girl in the Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini. I had worn it to the beach and now I was afraid to go in the water. If I went in the water would I ever come out?

But come out of the water I did, literally, not just figuratively. Bob announced that the steaks were ready, and I opened my eyes. I slowly stood, climbed out of the pool, and joined the three others. We were all naked and there was no shame or modesty. It felt good to be this free and innocent. We were only naked. No sexuality was involved. We ate our dinner, laughed, talked, enjoyed each others company just as if we were all fully dressed and this was a normal night with normal friends, only it felt better because we were not wearing disguises. It was so casual, so innocent and natural that it wasn't even sexually exciting. just pleasant. 

I had even forgotten about our nudity and the purpose of our visit until Bob carried his empty plate to the cart near the alcove and said "OK, anybody want to fuck?'"

Jim looked at me and I looked back. I didn't know what he was thinking but I'm sure he was thinking about what I had told Carla in the Jacuzzi. The more I thought about it the more it made perfect sense. They had made it clear that they enjoyed being watched, I had never seen another couple "do it" in person, it would allow me the time to think the matter through, consult with Jim and make a final decision, it would turn me on, and most important of all, it would give me a better understanding of the mechanics for what we would do. If, of course, we followed through with it. 

"Well, if you really don't mind I think I would like to see you go first" I said. I looked at Jim and Bob. "I've never seen another person actually having sex and, well, I want to do it but I think I'd feel a little foolish. I think that would make me a little more comfortable."

I could see Carla smile. I thought that maybe she wanted me to say that, and now I saw that I was right. 

"All right," Carla said. "Do either you or Jim know how to operate a camcorder?"

We admitted that we didn't and Bob showed us how it was done. I didn't know there were so many techniques and tricks to making a tape. He explained about pans, and close ups and how to "stop the action" while the photographer cut to another angle, the various techniques for the obligatory "cum" shots, the various buttons and knobs and gadgets that came with the camera and before long he had bored us to tears and was making us everything less than horny. He stopped in mid sentence, looked at us in an annoyed way and said "OK, so fuck the camera. At least I know how to do it so YOU'LL get a good tape out of it. Just point the damn thing at us and you'll see just how hard it is to make a really GREAT tape. Carla, how do you want us to start? In the mouth, the cunt, or the ass?"

"Oh, the mouth, the mouth" quaked Carla, "Who wants to suck a dick after its been in an ass? Save the ass for last, please, And cum looks so great leaking out of the ass and dribbling down over the pussy" Carla was so crude, I thought, yet she was exciting and fun to be around. No matter what I might do, I was sure that Carla had been there and done that before so I was free to be as nasty and as wanton as I pretended I wanted to be. With Carla, everything was gung ho, permissable, acceptable and natural. Being with Carla was liberating. 

Bob showed Jim how to turn the camera on and off, walked over to Carla, placed a hand on her breast, and said to Jim "OK, turn it on. Let's see who makes the best tape" I detected a little hostility in his voice, but I couldn't have cared less. I was more concerned in watching them "do it" I wanted to see his cock in her throat, her losing control and coming again, the pussy lips being spread open and fucked, her ass being stuffed and filled with seed. I felt it was perverted, but I wanted to see it all, experience it all. I rationalized that it would be educational, an example and standard that we should try to live up to when it was our turn, but in reality it was just one of my horny fantasies. The whole idea of the evening to me now seemed surreal, Was I being seduced into a nether world of lust and sin, or was this a "natural" outlet for sexual gratification. 

After watching them fuck, and then fucking in front of them and the camera, would I feel dirty and degraded, or would I feel free of the puritanical sexual mores that had heretofore controlled my passions and my life? I didn't know and I couldn't tell but I knew that I had to find out. I had to experiment and find the right balance between my new found lusty nature and my core values and beliefs. I was confused, and perhaps tonight would define my future. Would I break the bounds and find new freedom? Would I return to sanity and lock myself back into the comfortable confines of normalcy? Would I continue to be as confused as I was now? I was only two fucks away, and I was dying to find out.

Bob was kneeling in front of Carla and licking and playing with her breasts. His mouth covered her nipples one by one, while his hand squeezed and flicked the other. Carla's eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her mouth open and her tongue sensuous licking her lips. Her legs were open waiting for him to drop his mouth down over her body. Her hands were gently stroking her clitoris and running themselves up and down the lips.

Jim was moving the camera closer to their bodies and panned down, away from Bob's nibbling lips to get a close up shot of her fingers as they worked away at her treaure box. She was rubbing herself deeply now, moaning, and mumbling obscenities. She was getting getting hot and Bob was receiving the message.

He lowered his head and began kissing her stomach. His hands were wrapped around her ass and his tongue was licking her belly button. He started to move his head lower, then stopped and stood. He took her by the hand and he walked her to the house. Jim followed with the camera and I followed Jim. The camera was pointed at Carlas ass, and Bob's hand playfully rubbed the crack as they walked.

Once inside, Bob led her to the sofa, fluffed up the pillow that was there, and laid her down. He spread her legs apart.open, forcing one leg onto the floor and the other on the back of the sofa with her knee pushed back as far towards her head as possible. 

I was shocked. I couldn't believe that a hole could be that large. It was like looking into a cavern. I imagined myself spread open for the gynecologist and imagined that it would be what he saw, yet there were no instruments opening Carla up. Perverse as I was I wanted to get closer, examine her myself, see deep into her body, see what men usually see when they look up your spread open pussy. But there was really no comparison. Her hole would put any others to shame.

Looking at the camera and smiling, Bob inserted three fingers into her and began push them in and out. Carla was moving her hips and moaning. He spipped a fourth one in and continued his manual stimulayion of her sex organ. Whimpering was now coming out of Carlas mouth and he was pushing his hand, forcing it deeper and feeper and deeper. 

Then Bob turned again toward the camera, smiled once more, and went back to his work. Oh My God! He was putting his whole HAND into her cunt! Not four fingers, not four fingers and the thumb. The whole HAND! All five digits were in her and she was writhing on the sofa, crying out in ecstasy. She was pumping her body is spasmotic jerks and was pushng his hand deeper and deeper. 

I had heard vague rumors about "fisting" but I had dismissed them as lies, over active imaginations at work, male fantasies gone amuk, but here I was actually witnessing it happen. I would never have believe this moment in a million years. It was incredible! 

Slowly, with Carlas help, he got it in all the way to wrist! His fist HAD to be bigger than a baseball. I tried to imagine stuffing a baseball in my cunt and I couldn't. And his fist HAD to be larger than that. Jim still held the camera but he was staring at the spectacle as much as I was. He wasn't looking through the eyepiece anymore and was probably "taping" the floor. The camera was still on but it was debatable as to where it was pointed. 

With very slow motions, Bob slipped his his hand out of his wife's body, being careful, I assumed, not to tear her open or cause pain. His hand absolutely glistened with her wetness and he actaully looked proud that his wife's cunt was that huge. If mine were like that, I thought, Jim would probably die of shame. I thought that if mine were like that I would die of shame as well, provided I hadn't already died trying to get to that point.

What else were we to witness? I hoped that Carla wouldn't plop another turd, but I prepared myself for it anyway. From this point on, everything else would HAVE to be normal, wouldn't it?

It was exciting watching them perform for us. I wanted to see everything and they were more than willing to oblige. We watched them as they writhed around on the sofa and the floor for the next five or ten minutes. They did it in different position and Jim continued his taping, zooming in in on The only thing that was "strange" was that while they were in the 69 position they licked each others assholes, which I found a little unusual. True, Jim had licked mine a couple of times while we were in the midst of extreme passion, and I can't say I didn't enjoy it, but I had never licked his. Somehow I had imagined that we were the only ones that had ever done it. I was probably wrong. 

After licking each other, Bob turned her over and stuck himself into her ass. She was standing, but bent over at the waist with her hand on the floor. Bob stood behind her and began pumping her while his hands on to her hips. It didn't take long. Five or six deep thrusts, Carla's mouthing of "Oh...fuck me...FUCK ME!... Ohhhh, FUCK!!!", then a grunt and a deep groan and I saw Bob's body quiver as he came inside her ass. Carla was in heaven!. She slid off his dripping cock and slumped down on the floor. Her body was shaking. It was obvious that she had experienced an orgasm. Jim kept the camera rolling, taping her loss of control, her ecstasy, her complete and total abandonment to sensual pleasurte 

A few minutes elapsed before Carla quit quaking. She looked at the videocamera, smiled, turned on her side and spread her ass apart. Jim zoomed in on it. I don't know how she did it, but somehow she squeezed her sphinter muscles together, then relaxed them and began dribbling cum out of her ass. It coated her her hole and ran down into her cunt. She wiped it off with her fingers and lifted them to her mouth. She closed her eyes, as if in deep meditation, and suck the cum off.

I stood and stared. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Never in any of the videotapes Jim and I had watched together in the privacy of our bedroom had I seen anything even remotely this exciting. Because they were real people and not a pair of strangers being paid for a performance made a difference, obviously, but there was more to it than that. It was that Carla LOVED what she was doing. You could tell that she revelled in it, was proud of her ability to throw shame to the wind. She honsestly and truly didn't give a shit about anything except pleasure. She was a true hedonist.

And then the realization hit me. They were through. They had fucked and now it was our turn. There was no way I could ever achieve the sexual excesses of her performance since my body was not equipped for it but I wondered, could I match her in my willingness, my zeal, and my appetite? Please forgive me, I said silently to Whoever might be listening, but You made me what I am. You are the one who has given me these desires. You are the one who made Jim. You are the one who made Bob and Carla. Are they bad? Are they evil? Is nudity and sex and fucking and sucking and ass licking and showing off your body and enjoying yourself with the pleasures that You have given us sinful? If it is, then why did you make it so fun? Did You make the decisions as to what was right and wrong, or in a long ago time did someone else make those decisions for You. How are we, just puppets dancing on a string in this wonderful world of ours, to know what is truly right or truly wrong? 

I looked at Jim. Jim looked back. Neither of us was smiling. I loved him and I knew he loved me. I knew that this had been his fantasy. I knew that it was now mine as well. Whether it was right or wrong was something we would have to figure out for ourselves. I knew Jim well enough to know that he probably was thinking the same thoughts that I was. He didn't ask, I didn't ask. we simply looked deep into each others eyes for a few moments before he reached out his hand, took mine and said 

"Are you ready to fuck?"



Baby Steps to Submission



I pulled into the parking lot, noting that mine was the only car in the abandoned, snowy lot. 

Pausing for a moment, I wondered, for the fifth time that night, what the hell I was doing. I had never met this man before, yet had found myself accepting his challenge. 

I had researched the park, allowed time for traffic, weather, all of the pit stops along the way, and had arrived, still ten minutes late. To my chagrin.

My only consolation was the lack of tire treads leading into the park. I knew she was the only one here, as it had stopped snowing hours ago as I drove west.

Had I driven all this way, into the darkness of the winter night, for nothing?

Putting the SUV's automatic transmission into park, I turned to grab my cell phone, scanning for missed messages. Sure enough, he had texted.

"Blanket and marshmallows only, right? ;) I am almost there. Very excited."

His written words gave her an unexpected thrill. What did he have in mind, I wondered.

"I'm here. Blanket and marshmallows? Check! Now what?"

"Do you trust me?" was the quick reply.

"No offense, but I haven't even met you yet. Silly question. :-P" I teased back.

"I want you to turn off the headlights, turn on the interior lights and get naked. Completely. I will be there very, very soon. I want to see that body on display...mmm"

Naked? Interesting, I thought...but I could do that...middle of the night, middle of nowhere in an isolated park. I took off my coat, turned on the emergency brake, and turned off the vehicles headlights. Reaching to the dashboard, I turned on the interior lights. Then I locked the doors! 

I quickly removed my sweater, t-shirt and bra. Finding the air a little too cold for me, I reached to turn up the heaters before removing my shoes.

I undid the button and zipper on my jeans, bending forward to reach the release that would allow me to slide my seat back, giving me room to lift my hips to remove them and my panties. With the seat as far from the steering wheel as it would go, I arched my back and lifted my hips, slowly drawing the jeans and my panties down over my hips with my thumbs. 

I sat my naked derriere on the leather seat to pull my legs free of the denim. Never had I been more grateful for heated seats! Pulling my legs from beneath the steering column, I slid the jeans off, resting my sock-coated feet on the dash one by one as they were freed of all clothing. Leaning forward, I removed the last two articles of clothing, then stretched back...enjoy this feeling.

It was an odd mix of fear, exhilaration, anticipation, excitement...my heart was racing as I forced my eyes closed and began to just feel the sensations...the warm air brushing across my naked flesh, the soft warm leather beneath me, the hard, cool dashboard beneath my feet.

I was lost in the sensual overload, concentrating on the feel of the different sensations and textures. My hand slid to my chest, feeling the softness of the skin as I lightly brushed my hand across the expanse of flesh between my breasts.

A sharp jangled tone from my phone startled me out of my exploration of sensation, and I sat up to grab it, quickly reading the text.

"Are you naked?"

"Yes"

"Good. I am 3 minutes away. I'm calling you."

With that, the phone rang. Still wearing my Bluetooth device, I quickly answered the call.

"What does it feel like? Naked, vulnerable, in the middle of nowhere, waiting for a hard stranger to arrive?" he purred softly.

"It feels exciting. Scary. Very sexy, very sensual." As I talked quietly, I laid back, again running my hand along my body as I described to him what I was feeling. 

"It is somewhat unnerving to be here naked, all on very bright display, to anyone who comes along...not knowing if it is you or someone else..."

"Which way did you park facing?"

"I am not entirely naive. I parked with the headlights to the road, so I can see any cars approaching."

"Smart. Logical. See the lights?"

As I looked, the road began to brighten, signalling another car's approach. I was well off the road, at the far end of the parking lot, not worried at this point about other cars. "Yes. You, I presume?"

"Yes, although there is another car in front of me."

At that surprise, I ducked my body down, ensuring I could see and not be seen, and checked the locks! "Another car? That was not part of the deal!"

"Janie, relax. I am following it, but it is not with me. You will have to trust me at some point tonight."

As I waited, silently, holding my breath, one car passed, and another slowed, signalling to turn in. The headlights arced through the turn, focussing on my SUV. 

The car made a direct approach, parking about 10 feet from my front bumper. With the lights on in the SUV, and the bright headlights blinding against the darkness of the night, I could see nothing inside the car as the lights were switched off.

"Mmmm, now if I could see more than the top of your head, Janie..." he chuckled through the phone into my ear, "Come on, babe, don't be shy. Sit up for me..."

I sat up, following his direction without question, surprising myself. I heard him gasp and moan softly as my taunt, full breasts became visible over the steering wheel. I was feeling very shy, yet knew I had nothing to worry about. I could take this experiment as far as I wanted, stopping whenever I chose. I was completely in control.

"Janie...I have to say, I thought you would be beautiful...hoped you would be...but I had no clue how enticing your nipples protruding out from those tits would look in the middle of the darkness. I think I am going to enjoy this more than I had ever planned, and hope you do too. Will you touch them for me? Caress your breasts? Show me how you like them touched? I want to watch, and learn, because I will be getting out of my car and into yours in a short while."

His certainty galled me, and made me rebel, teasing him about my locked doors while massaging my tits with my hands. Grasping, squeezing, pulling my breasts beneath my hands, I looked straight ahead, to where the driver would be. 

Moving from the entire breast to the small hard nipples, pulling and rolling them between my fingers, I challenged, "You might like the view you are getting, but it will take a lot more than you enjoying the show you're watching to have me unlocking my doors." 

At that, I heard his engine start up, as he asked, "Really, Janie? You have driven four hours to the middle of nowhere, without telling a soul where you were heading, or when you would return..." 

I watched as his headlights illuminated my SUV, and he moved his car forward, closing the gap between vehicles. His front bumper stopped mere inches from mine, and as it did, I realised my error. I had left no room for manoeuvrability. My rear bumper was against the snow bank, and my front bumper was now blocked as well. Fear lodged in my throat. 

But I had one advantage he did not know. My phone was GPS equipped, and so while everyone knew I was "going for a drive", they could easily find me, safely locked into my SUV.

"Janie, are you scared now?" the dark stranger asked. 

"Yes," I admitted. No sense in bullshitting it. I was scared.

"Janie, who is in control, here? You or me?"

"You are," I meekly replied, knowing it was true, but resenting it still.

"Mmmmmm....Good girl. Glad you can see that. Now, I do not plan on hurting you Janie. I plan on showing you exquisite pleasure. But to do that, you need to trust me, and for that, you need to lose control, you need to give it to me, willingly. Do you think you can do that, Janie?"

I laughed quietly at that, knowing I could not. Would not. "No, I do not think I can."

"Okay then, we will start with small steps. You brought the items...where are they?"

"In the back, behind my seat."

"Get the marshmallows, Janie...slowly."

I twisted my body to reach behind the seat, but was interrupted quickly with a snap demand, "Not like that Janie! You need to get into the back, then bring them with you to the front."

"I cannot. There is a console between the front seats. It is not open to the back."

"Janie, Janie, Janie...with your mind, I am sure you can figure out a way to overcome such a small obstacle. Now, get the marshmallows."

There was no room in the finality of his statement for argument. I pushed up, off the seat, bringing my legs onto it beneath me. My shaved pussy was on bold display as I wrestled to get my feet up onto the seat. Finally, I turned, stepping over the console to the back, bending in the light to grab the bag of marshmallows. Quickly, I returned to my seat.

"Janie, you did not listen to me."

"What? Yes, I did!"

"No, you did not. I told you...slowly. Janie, I don't want to show you what happens to bad girls who don't listen, but I will if I need to. Understand?"

"Yes. Do you want me to do it again 'slowly'?"

"No. I am going to step from my car, Janie, and I am going to teach you. 'Slowly.' Open the bag and grab one marshmallow with each hand." 

His car door opened as I did so, and he stepped from within. 

Momentarily, I thought it odd that the interior light had not illuminated, but quickly focused on getting the marshmallows as he stepped from his car, closing his car's door, and approached my passenger door.

"Now, Janie...place the right marshmallow on your lips softly. Run it lightly across your lips." 

I obeyed, straining to see past the reflections of myself on the window to his face in the darkness outside as he watched from such close proximity. 

"Tell me, Janie, how does that feel?"

I closed my eyes, forgetting trying to see him, focussing on the sensations of the candy against my lips. 

"Soft...powdered...makes me think of velvet and satin..."

"Now, Janie, run that marshmallow over your breasts. Just as lightly. Keep it between your fingertips. I want to be able to see the contact of it and your skin." 

I did as I was told, finding the sensation of being watched as I followed his directions quite a mental stimulation. With my eyes closed, I could not see his reactions, but could hear the breath in my ear as it thickened in the lustful darkness. 

I began to enjoy the tease, the knowledge that I was indeed still in control. I was the one turning him on, and as I ran the marshmallow lower on my abdomen, in circles, lower and lower, I imagined his hand on his pants, matching my pace through the fabric on his cock.

I arched my back as I moved the marshmallow lower, thrusting my tits into the air, and my bald pubic mound off of the seat, knowing it would be more visible to him as the marshmallow moved over the sensitive skin, moving towards the hood of my clit.

A grin spread on my face as I heard him moan loudly. I think that was what gave me away, for I was harshly directed to stop, to remove the marshmallow from my skin, and to sit my ass back down on the seat. Still grinning slightly, I obeyed him. "Just let him think I am giving him control," I thought to myself, trying to suppress my grin from spreading.

His next words put me at a pivotal decision point. "Janie, unlock the door. When I open it, you will hand me the marshmallow."

I went still, and the grin disappeared. My eyes quickly opened in shock. I am sure he could see the battle being waged within. To open the door meant to give control. Yet, wasn't that why I was here? But at the same time, it was much too dangerous to allow a stranger into my vehicle with me naked. That was just inviting a sexual assault. 

As my brow furrowed in worry, I heard him softly remind me through the Bluetooth, "Janie, I will not hurt you. I promise you that."

Realising he had likely been reading every thought on my expressive face, I took a leap of faith. I reached my left hand quickly to the door, hitting the switch for the power locks before I could change my mind, and allowed him to open the passenger door. 

I felt the cold blast of air rush over my naked flesh as he did so, unable to prevent a small shiver running through me, raising the gooseflesh as I turned my head to look at this stranger. As he leaned in, asking for the marshmallow, I realised his face was hidden beneath a balaclava. 

I would never know what he looked like. The fear returned as I watched him gently take the marshmallow from my fingers, and raise it to his lips, inhaling deeply before slowly running the marshmallow across his lips, tasting it.

I felt the excitement in me grow at this visual, at hearing his breathing quicken slightly as he tasted my flesh off of the squished candy. I watched in awe, as juices began to flow watching him flick his tongue out to finally taste the candy. 

Without realising it, I had bitten my quivering lower lip as I circled the marshmallow in my left hand over my mound, my eyes never leaving his face. He stepped up, into the SUV, closing the door behind him, his eyes raking over my body, settling on the marshmallow massaging my clit beneath my hand's ministrations.

I did not stop. I watched his face, reading his arousal level through the pace of his breathing and the intensity in his eyes.  I saw his hand reach towards me, saw his gaze shift from the marshmallow quickly being gyrated over my clit to the closest nipple, as though he could not prevent the glance, before returning quickly to the marshmallow as his fingertips sought the small, tight bud at the peak of my breast. 

Finding it, he squeezed and pinched – hard! – while telling me he knew what I had been thinking, and did not appreciate bad girls. Even bad girls who pretended to be good. With that, he tweaked and pulled my nipple, inflicting pain, although not much.

He demanded that I feed him the marshmallow in my left hand, and so I did, letting him taste my juices from it. After savouring it, he asked me if I was horny.

"Do you like this Janie, listening to me? Doing as I tell you? Does it make you horny? You are very wet, after all."

I was horny. There, I admitted it-to myself. Letting him tell me what to do, following his direction...it turned me on. But I was nowhere near ready to give up all control. Small slow steps it would have to be.

"I was horny before you got here," I answered defiantly.

....to be continued...