6 comments/ 56874 views/ 1 favorites Breasts By: Violette "Mmmm, yeah baby; that's the shit right there!" Slowly my body began to focus on every warm, slick and juicy sensation that his lips and tongue were creating. He snaked and curved around my nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking deeply. His large hands curved around my firm caramel cups with the authority of a man ready at long last to claim what was rightfully his. I threw my arms above my head and arched my back to send them further into his waiting mouth. I could sense his hands worshipping my fine form, working my nubs until they practically leaped to attention, the aureoles crinkling. Each nibble sent a shiver down my body, put my clit on full alert, and as he slid further down to my navel and hips, my pussy began to moisten. Its impatient heat was building, and it was all I could do not to scream out loud: "Yes! Oh baby, yes, that's it! Fuck me good! Fuck me...!" "Beep-beep-beep; beep-beep-be-de-beep!" From out of nowhere, his cell phone's sorry excuse for a salsa ring-tone blared out annoyingly and insistent. I knew what was coming, and when he looked up at me, instinctively I clamped my hands down over his, trapping them against my hips, praying that he'd get the message I was trying to send instead. "Please baby! Don't pick it up. I'm begging you!" "I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for a call from Montel!" he said, and leaned over to the nightstand to pick up the phone. I couldn't believe it! It was a week later, and after some severe schedule juggling, what I was hoping would become our night alone started as an early afternoon instead. No parents stopping by, no brother on the couch; just me and my man with nothing going on but tops and bottoms. He had his jeans on, and I had his button-down shirt covering up my black lace panties. But now I had this new bullshit to deal with. Bad enough Montel's woman problems screwed up my plans last week. Now his "kiss and make up" plans were screwing me too! I watched my baby as he spoke on the phone and I just knew he'd have to leave. I probably wouldn't even have a chance to talk him out of it. As soon as he hung up, I slid my hands over my "ladies" and gave him my best "come hither" stare anyway, hoping beyond hope to change his mind. "Baby, please..." he sighed. "He's my brother. I've got to help him. Can you...?" "No!" I shouted. "If you say 'Can you keep it warm for me?' one more time, I will kick your ass right here and now! Dammit, baby; you just had me at hello, and you actually want to leave me here? Alone?!" "I don't want to; I have to! Try to understand; he doesn't have a woman in his life as good as mine." He said, trying to pour the extra butter on thick. "Yeah, well you keep ducking out on me "paht-nah", and I may not be able to stay good much longer!" I grumbled. I looked up at him, hoping for a response, but instead of looking at me, he looked at his shirt. Flinging it open, I thrust the sleeves off my arms and threw it at him as he stared at me in amazement. "Go ahead," I taunted. "Get a good look, because it could be a while before you see them again!" "I don't deserve you." "You got that right! Now go on; off to the rescue with you!" As I watched him leave, I realized it was the second time I'd been in this apartment with wet panties, no bra, and no afterglow to tell me all my hard work had been rewarded. Still, for the moment, the apartment was mine to do as I pleased. Not wasting any time, I lay back, yanked my panties down off my hips and raised my legs to finally roll them off my feet. Scrunching my still-wet bikini briefs to my nose, I grinned madly, welcoming my scent. Then I threw them across the room and lay back again with my arms and legs splayed over the bed as wide as I could get them in a gesture of momentary freedom. Chuckling to myself, I raked my fingers through my wild & kinky pubic curls, getting more of my scent into the room and pondered whether to put my laptop or my "King Dong" dildo between my legs. Suddenly, the doorbell woke me from my butt-naked reverie, and I started to grumble to myself when an irrationally logical thought popped into my head. "He's back. Yes! He came back!" Leaping out of bed, I strode confidently down the hall to the front door and hollered out in my best hot & horny drawl. "I knew you couldn't leave me, sexy-man!" As I flung open the door, I decided to get him REALLY excited and I ran my fingers through my curls to my still wet pussy lips. "I was beginning to think I'd have to handle all this alone!" I looked up at him, expecting his face to have his "deer in the headlights" grin...and my heart froze. THUD. I actually felt it plummet through my body and smash at my feet. My suddenly lifeless hand followed as it fell limp at my side leaving me with shock-widened eyes and a fresh crop of goose-pimples in its wake as my mind processed my mistake. Montel. I was standing ass-naked in front of Montel. A million thoughts rambled through my stunned mind. "Slam the door! Cover up! Get some clothes! For God's sake, girl; SAY something!!!" But none of these thoughts could convince my body to move. I stood stiffly as Montel took in every inch of my uncovered curves. Nothing was hidden; not my medium-to-large but still firm, brown breasts, my dark, rock-hard nipples, my smooth, slightly rounded belly, my strong hips, tight thighs, my unkempt bush and...oh God! Because of my little show when I opened the door, he probably saw my pussy lips too! Suddenly, my mind began to process something I had just seen and in my frozen haze, I realized it was something I did not like. With my mind and body finally acting as one, I blinked and saw Montel's smirk. It was the same damn smirk he'd had on his face the first time I'd met him, with me clad in hot pink lingerie and smack-dab in the middle of an evening HE ruined! Although it was my body he was gawking at, it was my inner bitch that finally responded. "What the hell do you want?! Haven't you ruined enough of my action?" Montel's eyes widened for a moment as if I had slapped him. Of course, he didn't stop looking at me, but at least I'd managed to wipe that smirk off his face. "Well damn, baby; I'm sorry if I...ahem...interrupted something." "The hell you are! Now whatever business you've got, come inside and finish it so no one else sees me naked today!" "You mean all of that wasn't for me?" Montel asked, closing the door behind him. "Please! This was never meant for you!" "That's not what I heard the other day," he said, smirk returning to his face in full force. "In fact, that's kinda the reason I'm here." "Hold on; aren't you supposed to be meeting your brother across town?" "That's what he thinks. Figured we could use the time to get reacquainted. And may I just say, DAMN! Brother or not, any man who's gonna leave all of this to meet my ass is a fool!" "My thoughts exactly!" I wanted to say aloud but thought better of it. Instead I said, "So for offering you his couch, his money and all his free time, you're saying he's a fool?" "I'm saying...damn, girl; don't you think you should put some clothes on or something?" Inwardly, I gave thanks to my inner bitch for making me too pissed off to be embarrassed by his little crack. But damn him, he was right. Being barefoot up to my chin and alone with Mr. Ruff Ryder in-training was NOT a smart idea! As I turned to go back towards the bedroom, I was greeted with the sight of my pink push-up bra dangling off of Montel's fingers like a set of fuzzy dice on a Low-rider. "Thought you might want this back," he said, grinning. I stepped closer to him, keeping eye contact, and then I snatched my bra away. Gleefully, I noted his eyes went wide again and decided to prolong the moment. Purposely I took my time fastening my bra clasps, slowly sliding my fingers under the shoulder straps to adjust the fit. Just when it looked like I was going to lick or cup something, I'd back away from him as if to say "Enjoy the view, 'cause that's all YOUR ass is getting!" For the finale, I scooped up one breast, then the other, firmly into the cups. Once I was certain I had the right fit, I strode past Montel as calm as if I were wearing a three-piece suit and headed into the bedroom. Montel leaned against the doorway as I hunted around for something to put on. "You know, my brother didn't tell me his woman was so hard. But then I'm willing to bet that there's a whole lot of things he doesn't know about you." I know I must've meant to growl at him, but somehow, my nipples didn't get the memo. My breath caught in my throat as I helplessly watched the tips harden and grow, straining against the soft padding, which only made me more aware that I still didn't have any panties on. "No no no no HELL No!" I screamed to myself as Montel's bare chest leaped unbidden into my mind. "I don't care HOW long it's been! His smug ass is not getting ANY of this! Now concentrate on getting some clothes on, and getting him the hell out of here!" "It takes a long time to get cross town you know." I shot back. "He's not going to like it that you tricked him." "What's wrong with you?!" My mind screamed again. "Say your man's name out loud, girl! Put him right in this room and he'll back off!" "I've got that taken care of," Montel drawled, somewhat softly, I thought. "Besides, you already told me to handle my business." "Oh!" I heard myself gasp loudly as something brushed my bare ass. I shot up straight, and strong palms grasped my hips, preventing my escape. I felt his dick drift from my butt-cheeks to the small of my...wait a minute, is that FLESH I'm feeling?! I stretched my hands behind me, and sure enough, they brushed against bare skin. How the hell did he get his jeans off so fast?! All too quickly, the rest of my body was no longer listening, but my voice still vainly launched a protest. "This was not the business I told you to handle!" "Well, you sure handled my ass last week! I just thought it was time to repay the favor, that's all." "You made it too damn easy for me. Do you always go to bed all bare-ass and cock-diesel like that?" "Damn right I do! I bet you'd like it if you tried it with me; you and this bangin' body of yours! So you think I'm diesel, huh? Sounds like you were digging me before as much as I'm digging you right now!" There we were, two people saying the things we wanted to hear but didn't get from the people we were already with. Really, when was the last time my man said my body was bangin', or anything close to a compliment? Or took possession of my body with such authority, combining our deepening lusts without a hint of restraint or shame? Then Montel's rough fingertip pressed down on my clit, and I knew it was all over. My mouth fell slightly open as my body slumped back against his firm frame. One of his fingers slid inside my hot core and my hips rolled forward, welcoming the invasion. Dimly, I could sense my bra being unclipped behind my back, once again tumbling down to my feet. Naked once again, my body seemed to sigh in relief, ready to be swept up by all the illicit sensations Montel's hands were creating. One hand twirled around my hard nipple while the other responded in pressing my nub in a synchronized rhythm to which my quickening breath and swaying hips eagerly kept pace. Suddenly his slick, wet tongue darted out, flicking against my neck, and I heard him growl softly, "Come on now, girl; how do you want to do this?" Without saying a word, I looked up at him and drew his hands away from my body. Slowly, l moved toward the bed and crawled across the mattress, giving him a good look at my ass. When I rolled over, I cupped my tits, licked my lips and threw him the same look I'd given before. Only this time, I got the response I wanted. His strong brown body looked ready for the taking. His long cock seemed to stretch far away from the rest of him, the dark chocolate flesh poised to seek and destroy as he purposely strode toward me. "Yeah baby," he growled again. "That's exactly what I hoped you'd say!" "Hey! Don't you want to get a taste first?" "Are you asking me or telling me?" Raising myself on my elbows, my hand found the back of his neck and pulled his head toward my well-moistened hole. "Much better! Don't ask for what you want, just show me!" "How can I show you if I don't tell you?" "Woman, from this point on, don't tell me nothing but moans! I'll handle the rest." As he slid my legs open wider, my pussy seemed to lock in on his mouth like a tractor beam, willing him closer. Still raised up on my elbows, I hoped to meet his eyes before he tasted me for the first time. Suddenly my mind dimmed and I sensed my head had fallen back against the pillows. In fact, I was ENTIRELY laid out on the mattress as vibrations I never felt before radiated from my sweet cunt to my toes, then up to my head and back. Montel's entire tongue had dragged over my already highly sensitive clit. He didn't want to just taste me; he wanted to DEVOUR me...swallow me whole...and my pulsating, lust-ridden body was helpless to resist. That was the last thought to enter my mind before the tremors hit me. My hips thrust my moist core into his face while his tongue quickly scooped up my juices, then just as slowly dragged over my anxious nubbin like a giant python. I felt one, then two fingers dip into my hotness up to the knuckle, to his palm, and come back out again. Just when I'd gotten used to one sensation, he'd spring a new one on me, teasing me, luring me in until, oh geez, this is feeling...I think we need to stop...I need to...I...Oh God, I'm CUMMING! My moans became squeals of joy as my pussy gushed. My juices began to pool under my ass, so I could only guess what Montel's face must've looked like! I placed my hands on his head, hoping to get a look at him. He responded by grabbing onto my hips, sucking my clit even harder and just like that, I was GONE! Another orgasm roared through my body with such force that I was momentarily struck dumb. I couldn't speak; I couldn't even think of what to say if I COULD speak! All I knew was that my four other senses were taking up the slack, processing information. There was sweat on my forehead, my nipples were hard, and his hands were sliding across my belly...wait, something else was on my belly, something warm and heavy... I opened my eyes and was greeted with a sight I tried to block out before but fully welcomed now. Montel's big, beautiful chest towered overhead. His hands were just underneath my breasts, which meant that...oohhh yes! His big, bad man's dick was on my round belly, lying in wait to invade me. "Hey baby; you want to get reacquainted with the boy?" One thought finally filtered through my haze: "diggin' me as much as I'm diggin' you". When I looked up at him, my ability to speak finally returned to me, and I said the right words. "Don't ask me. Show me." As he held himself carefully over me, I saw him smile a real smile while his hard flesh crept slowly and snugly between my warm mounds. From my line of vision, his dick seemed to get bigger and bigger. But as soon as his tip reached my chin, I pushed my tits together, firmly closing over him. The sensation of his thick flesh pressing against mine was even better this time. I had the full length of his hardness on me, which allowed my breasts to surround him completely. I drew his dark mushroom tip into my mouth and sucked on it lovingly, my tongue taking in more of his flavor. Soon I felt his sac slide against me from under my tits as he strived to get more of his hot cock into my waiting lips. I heard a loud groan as his hand covered mine to pinch an already ripe nipple. A wild thought flashed across my mind, and at the risk of interrupting our fantastic tit-fuck, I just had to tell him. With one last kiss, I raised my head and gasped, "Hey, paht-nah, do you remember? This is how we first met." He looked at me and an even bigger smile spread across his face. "Yeah, you're right; and now it's time to tell you who I am. And what are you going to tell me?" "Nothing...but...moans..." I whispered lustily. Without another word between us, Montel slid stealthily between my thighs, which I had already spread wide apart to receive him. All that mattered now was that first plunge, his wet descent into my tight, hot little hole and every lust-filled thrust to follow. Montel placed his tip against my totally drenched pussy, grasped both my ankles, and once he had my legs high in the air, he rammed himself inside me! I heard myself howl in shock that my cunt had taken in so much of him at once. My body tensed to run from the exquisite, yet frightening spasms caused by his invasion. Then I felt his grip still on my ankles and with a twinge of excitement and fear, I knew that he wouldn't stop until he was completely inside of me. Thrusting deeper than I dared dream possible, he oozed inside my pussy walls, rubbing my nerves raw and filling me with more hot and wicked sensations. Once my cunt folds settled around his thick flesh, I heard him groan aloud and mutter to himself, "Oh shit, I knew it...I knew you'd be all good and tight..." With that, he drew back and eased inside me again. He went slowly at first, enjoying the motions, but as he picked up speed, his hips seemed to throw himself forward, greedy to get more of his thick cock into my hot, dripping core. My pants & howls got louder, filling my ears as my mouth hung wide open, only to be followed by suckling sounds and wet breaths. He'd planted his mouth over mine and was frenching me, scooping up my tongue to entwine with his own. I tasted my own sweet juices on his breath and felt my hips thrust against his own. Our pubic bones and hairs seemed to collide with each other in a frenzy of movement as his huge sac slapped against my ass. In response, I grabbed onto his firm ass to enjoy more of this wild ride. Suddenly, his hands grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms over my head. I gasped as not just my arms, but my legs were stretched further apart. His knees came under mine and all his weight, his heat, seemed at once to consume me. I could feel the pressure building once again, and this time, oh damn, the neighbors were going to hear about THIS one! One of his large hands grasped both of my wrists while the other...oh yes, please be doing what I...oh God! His other hand came around to cup my breast and squeeze on one crinkled chocolate tip while his mouth and tongue suckled on the other. All three points of my tits and clit were being so gloriously and deliciously pleasured all at once that my body went into overload. I exploded in a howl of ecstasy unleashed, thrusting my hips high to get all of him inside me. Suddenly, his body trembled slightly and his dick plunged deep inside, throbbing, giving me all his seed. His lips clamped down on mine and into my mouth he began to pant and moan through his own moment of release. When our orgasms finally died down, his head slid to the side while my eyes and mouth lay open in a state of blissful shock. Then, from his lips came the most shocking moment of all as he groaned into my ear, "Damn, Shana baby... I knew you'd feel so good..." Oh no! He said my name! Now he knows me! He wants to know me, to remember me... ...and what the hell am I going to do when he does? Breasts! It's no wonder that man is attracted to women's breasts. I mean , think about it. Almost all of us were introduced to the female breast on DAY ONE of our lives. It was our source of nourishment, and therefore contentment. It showed us warmth and love. * Even when our mothers stopped nursing us, when we were hurt or afraid, she would pull us to her breast to comfort us. Having your head laying on a nice warm soft breast is a nice feeling, what ever your age. Playing with a woman's breasts is one of most men's favorite past times. Breasts truly are man's ultimate play toys. We have other toys, but, breasts usually rank at the top. The variations of the female breast are almost endless. They come in sizes from barely there, to OH MY GOD! The size of a woman's breasts has no bearing on how sensitive they are. There are literally thousands of nerve endings in a woman's breast. It's fun to try and find them all! Areolas can be quite small or quite large, and vary in color from very pale pink to very dark. Some are smooth, and some have little bumps on them. The same goes for nipples, from tiny to huge. Again, sensitivity is not related to size. Some are inverted, but usually pop out when stimulated or when breast feeding. Others are almost flat, and others are long and pointed. It doesn't seem to matter to most boys or men. All female breasts are desirable, regardless of size, shape, color, firmness, or any other variation you can imagine. Some breasts are almost the ideal size and shape. What ever YOU think that is! It's all just a matter of personal preference. Some are firm and don't even need a bra for support. Sometimes even breasts that are fuller or softer look lovely without a bra. Watching a nice pair of breasts swaying or bouncing along as a woman walks by, is a pleasant sight to most men. If her blouse happens to be a little on the sheer side, maybe you can tell what size her areolas are. Maybe you can tell if her nipples are small, large, flat, or maybe pointed. That is always a treat. But nipples can give off different signals. Normally relaxed nipples can become hard and pointed. We still have to figure out if she is excited... or simply cold. A woman's nipples are one of her most sensually sensitve places. Some women can be brought to orgasm, with sufficient stimulation of their breasts, and especially their nipples, Most women respond well to gentle caresses, stroking, rubbing, licking, nibbling, (but no biting!) all over their entire breasts. Nipples can be licked and sucked. As her arousal level increases, her nipples will usually swell, and darken in color. Most don't mind being told how lovely their breast are, along with how desireable we find her, and complements on her other features are always welcome as well. Make her feel good all over, while you are feeling her, all over. Of course we like to admire long shapely legs, a trim waist, and nicely shaped hips, or what ever body shape we as individual men prefer. There is a man out there who loves every shape of woman. But, we all are fascinated by her wonderous breasts. Men especially like a smiling face and soulful eyes. And I haven't even mentioned the most important feature of all, personality! But, the female breast is most always pretty high on our list. Looking is good, touching is great, and out and out playing with our favorite toys, is a great way to spend time with a woman. Every woman's breasts are unique. They are part of who she is, and how others see her. Especially how men see her. It's no wonder that man is attracted to women's breasts. I mean , think about it. Almost all of us were introduced to the female breast on DAY ONE of our lives. It was our source of nourishment, and therefore contentment. It showed us warmth and love. * Even when our mothers stopped nursing us, when we were hurt or afraid, she would pull us to her breast to comfort us. Having your head laying on a nice warm soft breast is a nice feeling, what ever your age. Playing with a woman's breasts is one of most men's favorite past times. Breasts truly are man's ultimate play toys. We have other toys, but, breasts usually rank at the top. The variations of the female breast are almost endless. They come in sizes from barely there, to OH MY GOD! The size of a woman's breasts has no bearing on how sensitive they are. There are literally thousands of nerve endings in a woman's breast. It's fun to try and find them all! Areolas can be quite small or quite large, and vary in color from very pale pink to very dark. Some are smooth, and some have little bumps on them. The same goes for nipples, from tiny to huge. Again, sensitivity is not related to size. Some are inverted, but usually pop out when stimulated or when breast feeding. Others are almost flat, and others are long and pointed. It doesn't seem to matter to most boys or men. All female breasts are desirable, regardless of size, shape, color, firmness, or any other variation you can imagine. Some breasts are almost the ideal size and shape. What ever YOU think that is! It's all just a matter of personal preference. Some are firm and don't even need a bra for support. Sometimes even breasts that are fuller or softer look lovely without a bra. Watching a nice pair of breasts swaying or bouncing along as a woman walks by, is a pleasant sight to most men. If her blouse happens to be a little on the sheer side, maybe you can tell what size her areolas are. Maybe you can tell if her nipples are small, large, flat, or maybe pointed. That is always a treat. But nipples can give off different signals. Normally relaxed nipples can become hard and pointed. We still have to figure out if she is excited... or simply cold. A woman's nipples are one of her most sensually sensitive places. Some women can be brought to orgasm, with sufficient stimulation of their breasts, and especially their nipples, Most women respond well to gentle caresses, stroking, rubbing, licking, nibbling, (but no biting!) all over their entire breasts. Nipples can be licked and sucked. As her arousal level increases, her nipples will usually swell, and darken in color. Most don't mind being told how lovely their breast are, along with how desirable we find her, and complements on her other features are always welcome as well. Make her feel good all over, while you are feeling her, all over. Of course we like to admire long shapely legs, a trim waist, and nicely shaped hips, or what ever body shape we as individual men prefer. There is a man out there who loves every shape of woman. But, we all are fascinated by her wondrous breasts. Men especially like a smiling face and soulful eyes. And I haven't even mentioned the most important feature of all, personality! But, the female breast is most always pretty high on our list. Looking is good, touching is great, and out and out playing with our favorite toys, is a great way to spend time with a woman. Every woman's breasts are unique. They are part of who she is, and how others see her. Especially how men see her. Most women respond appreciatively to our attention to their breasts. Why else would they wear tight sweaters, low cut tops and push up bras, plunging necklines, and sometimes no bra? They want us to look and admire. Her breasts are one of a woman's best assets. Not what size or shape they are, but how she feels about them, and how she presents herself to others. Man has been fascinated with women's bodies since the beginning of time. Most of us have loved the female breast since day one of our lives. We love them in a different way now, than we did as babies, but love them we do. I hope mankind never disappoints the women of the world, and lets his fascination with the female breast wane! Most women respond appreciatively to our attention to their breasts. Why else would they wear tight sweaters, low cut tops and push up bras, plunging necklines, and sometimes no bra? They want us to look and admire. Her breasts are one of a waman's best assets. Not what size or shape they are, but how she feels about them, and how she presents herself to others. Man has been fascinated with women's bodies since the beginning of time. Most of us have loved the female breast since day one of our lives. We love them in a different way now, than we did as babies, but love them we do. I hope mankind never disappoints the women of the world, and lets his fascination with the female breast wane! Breasts in Space "Kneel princess." Master had a long white soft rope in his hand. I kneeled obediently. He slowly and skillfully wound the rope around me belong my boobs, up between my boobs and back around again, leaving my boobs completely encircled by the strands of rope. "This is called shinju." I looked down at my breasts as he pulled the ropes tight and made a knot behind my head. They were tightly bound and firm and full. "What do you think of your breasts baby?" Master asked me, completing the knot. "They're wonderful Master" I said softly. "We're going to hurt you today princess," he said kindly. I smiled up at my Owner. "Whatever makes you happiest Master." Master grabbed one of my nipples between his fingers and pulled it, pinching it hard. Then he slipped a tiny rubber band onto the tip of my nipple. My nipple stood encircled by a black rubber band, firm, erect, and proud. It hurt but not too much. He slipped a rubber band onto my other nipple in the same manner. "You will remove these in ten minutes," he ordered. Master showed me a handful of pegs. He clipped one on to the right of my nipple. I flinched as it pinched the delicate skin. "Play with yourself," he ordered. I put two fingers on my clit and rubbed. The rubber bands on my nipples were starting to hurt. Master placed another clip on my boob. Then as I rubbed, he put more on. Soon my boobs were erect and full and each one had four clips. As I rubbed I started to slip deep into ... something. Kneeling in front of my Master, sharp pain in all parts of my boobs. Master's voice was the only thing that mattered. Pleasing him was my priority, the only reason for my existence. I grasped this thought as it filtered through and focused on it. "Take off the rubberbands, princess," Master's voice came through my revelry. I fumbled at removing the bands. The first one hurt so much to remove that I gasped and teared up. "Masturbate," Master told me. The things that are most painful I am always instructed to masturbate when I do them. I thankfully went back to my wet clit. My mind was swirling and I felt dazed. In response to Master's command I carefully pulled off the other rubber band and squeezed my eyes shut as the blood rushed back to the nipple. My breathing was deep and fast. I left my eyes closed as I played with myself. "Count to ten and then ask me to hurt you." "One. Two. Three." I started. My words came in short little breaths and a fog descended upon my mind as I counted to ten. "Please hurt me Master," I begged, hoping he would. How could I explain how badly I needed Master to inflict pain. I never used to be a pain seeker. But pain dealt from Master's hands, stripes of the whip, or bruises or pinches are marks of love, badges of honor. Master removed a peg and I groaned painfully. "Good girl" he said proudly. "Count to ten again." Every count to ten Master removed a peg. Every peg he removed hurt. Every moment of pain sent me soaring higher. My eyes were now closed. "May I cum Master?" "No baby." I was suddenly afraid I would cum anyway, without permission. "Don't stop rubbing." "Master I'm going to ruin it." "Don't cum." he said sternly. I forced myself not to cum, ruining my orgasm. blood rushed to my head and suddenly what I thought was the floor was above me. I teetered on my knees desperate to lay down but unwilling. Master hadn't allowed it. I swayed back and forth dangerously. Ever attentive to his pet, Master told me to lay down. Sometimes when I'm dreaming I realize I'm dreaming and I wake up. I had wondered if this mysterious "subspace" was the same way. If I realize I'm in subspace, will it spoil the trance? But it didn't. "Think of something," the conscious side of my brain ordered me. "Think of your name." "Pet" my mind responded in confusion. I tried again. "Princess." The scientific side of me didn't relent. I tried harder. "Spot" I thought triumphantly and then I realized that was the name of my friend's dog. Master interrupted my confusion. "Count to ten again." He pushes my favorite vibe to my pussy. "One. Two." Relief at the thoughts slipping away. "Three. Four." How wonderful life was "Five. Six." I'm bound up for Master. "Seven, eight, nine, ten." Totally owned. "Please hurt me Master," I said, barely audible as waves of warmth and bliss washing over me. These were the only words I could speak. My ordered script. Master unclipped the last peg. the blood rushed back in a shearing stabbing equisite pain. I moaned, my body desperate to cum. "Cum for me princess," Master ordered. But I couldn't cum. My pussy throbbed and my whole body sat at the edge but i couldn't soar. I groaned, unable to even feel frustrated, so far separated from all thoughts except the pleasure i had and the pleasure Master was getting from me. "It's ok baby," Master said gently. "You don't have to cum, don't feel bad." I want to reassure him that I was fine, that I was happy, but it was impossible to speak. I just laid on the floor, my eyes still closed. I couldn't open my eyes, couldn't think, couldn't process anything complex. I knew what I needed to know - that I belonged to Master and that he loved me. I laid on the floor, as Master gently spoke to me. I don't remember what he said or what questions he asked me. Soon I had rolled over onto my belly and was looking at Master through half closed eyes. "Come back to earth now," he instructed. "On the count of five" Dazed I grasped onto his counting and by the time he reached five I was smiling broadly up at my Master. "Hi." I said happily. Breasts, Milk And Other Things You can get all the latest news about other people from Elaine. Elaine is my youngest sister, gabby, bossy, and not quite twenty one. And attractive enough to make even a brother admit it.. "Susan had her baby last week," Elaine pronounced one day. "She was in labor for nearly ten hours. It's a boy ." Susan lived in the same apartment block. Her husband had left her when she told him she was pregnant. Single mothers were becoming all too common in our neighborhood. "She's putting the baby up for adoption," Elaine added. So Susan wouldn't be adding to the number of single mothers after all. But I wasn't sure I liked the idea of farming out a new born baby. But Elaine hadn't finished. "She's giving the baby to a woman whose baby was stillborn. The woman wanted a boy, so it all worked out rather nicely. It's going to take a while for the paper work, but the other woman's nursing the baby already." I wasn't particularly concerned about the maternal problems of a woman who lived two floors up in the apartment block, so I was happy enough when Elaine left to spread the news to someone else. I must admit I'd envied Susan's husband when they were married. He was taking on a beautiful girl with a luscious figure and a pair of tits to stop the traffic. I forgot about Susan and the baby for a week or two until I met her at a party in one of the other apartments. "They only kept me in hospital two days," she said after we had gone through the usual preliminaries. "I didn't have any complications at all, apart from getting rid of the milk." "I think you're looking real good," I told her, and I meant it. I had got used to seeing her in a pregnant state for quite a while, and I was enjoying looking at her in her altered state. "Thank you," she said. "I can tell you mean that. It's nice to be able to see how I affect man." I guess I blushed, because I hadn't been aware how much attention I had been paying to the cleavageshe was showing "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," she said quickly, "but we seemed to be discussing intimate things." I changed the subject. "I don't understand about the milk problem." She laughed. "A man wouldn't. You mean to say Elaine hasn't told you all about it? I thought she told you everything there was to know. She tells me everything about you." I must have blushed again. "Oh there I go again. But we're like a couple of schoolgirls, we chat so much. The problem with the milk is getting rid of it. Without a baby to drink it I have to pump it out. Otherwise these boobies are in trouble." And she jiggled one of her tits with the hand that wasn't holding a glass. I couldn't take my eyes off the display of pulchritude in motion. "I'm sorry again," she giggled. "I didn't realize breasts had this effect on you." "I was just thinking of the pleasure that baby is missing," I stammered. "Seems a pity to have to pump it out." "There's no other way. Unless I borrow another baby. Or a man." I was breathing hard. "Stop it, you're giving me ideas!" Susan laughed again. "You don't mean you'd-------you'd really like to?" I gulped and nodded. She lowered her voice. "You're serious? Darling that would be delightful." She looked round quickly. "Are you really serious? You'd really like to drink my milk? God, I've got to keep my voice down, they've just got to hear this and the whole town would have it." Now Susan was breathing hard. "You've got me going now. I'm getting horny as a goat. Darling, it's nearly time for my evening session. Will you really? Now?" "Let's go," I said before she changed her mind. "We'd better not go together. You go first." And Susan went. Just disappeared out of the crowd. She was serious alright. And I found myself amazed at what I'd got myself into. Suckling at a pair of the most gorgeous breasts, and I hardly knew the woman. By the time I got to Susan's apartment two floors up, she had changed from cocktail dress to house coat. She showed me the pump. "This is the apparatus. Can you imagine me using this when I have a real man volunteering?" She sat on the couch and dropped the house coat to her waist. My cock had been getting more and more droopy as I wondered what I was letting myself in for, but at the sight of two thirty-six D tits thrusting themselves out at me begging to be sucked it sprang to life and made a bold statement inside my pants. I fell to my knees, and Susan opened her legs so that I could shuffle closer to the couch. I just had to get my hands on those two glorious globes. They were larger than Susan's dress had revealed, drooping a little, presumably because of their load of milk, and deliciously soft in my hands. I fondled them and squeezed them and pressed my face between then to breathe their perfume, and then pulled back to gaze at the swollen tips. The aureoles were puffed out from Susan's breasts like little conical cushions, with the nipples red and stretched smooth and projecting as large as fingertips. "Suck this one fist," Susan said, and thrust her left tit into my mouth. And I sucked at the nipple, and I nibbled at the aureole, and I sucked, and I drank, and as long as I sucked the milk trickled hot into my mouth. Susan gasped, and sighed, and caressed my head and my neck, and I realized for the first time that this was not for her just a matter of getting rid of the milk, but an experience as sexually exciting as it was for me. When the milk supply dried up Susan kissed my mouth and I understood that this was the end of the evening's excitement for me. As the human pump I would be expected to perform again at eight the following morning. Back in my apartment I relaxed and consoled my still rigid cock and revelled in reviewing the evening's pleasure. When the door chimes sounded later I wanted to ignore them, but Elaine's voice demanded entry. She was giggling as she entered the room "You dirty old man! You've always pretended to be such a goody goody, but Susan called me and told me all about it. She loved it, and you didn't take advantage of her, and you're going back again tomorrow, and you loved it too, didn't you?" I should have known those two could keep no secrets from each other. But I was surprised how excited Elaine was. I would have expected her to be critical. "You're a real quiet one, you are. You hardly know Susan, and you seduce her into letting you undress her and suck her tits." Remonstrations were no use. "Of course you seduced her. It's always the man who leads the way. What I don't get is why you go for a stranger's tits when you've got a perfectly beautiful pair right here." Elaine pulled off her sweater, and flung it to the floor. She was naked to the waist. Two breasts that I hadn't seen since her early teens were standing out firm and proud, fuller and firmer than I had ever realized when I saw her fully clothed. I wanted to lunge at them and grab them. But this was my kid sister. I just gulped. "OK, so I'm your sister. That's what you're thinking. Don't my tits look as nice to suck as hers? Someone else is going to suck them one day, so why not you? It's part of a brother's responsibility to give me some sexual education." She walked across to me and sat astride my knees, her tits close to my face. They were rounder and more upstanding than Susan's, and fully as large. The nipples were not so swollen, but pert and hard, and Elaine tweaked them inches from my face. "Suck them for me, darling, they need it just as much as Susan's, even though there's no milk in them. I want to feel your teeth on them, pinch them, twist them, hurt them, they need you so badly." Elaine pressed one tit against my mouth, and instinctively I opened my lips and took the hard nipple in. Again I sucked, and nibbled, and caressed and squeezed, but this time Elaine was crying out. "Harder, bite me, hurt me, don't stop, I love it. You're going to make me cum." And she did cum, sitting an my knees, heaving her whole body from side to side but never letting her nipples fall out of my mouth except to change from one breast to the other. Next morning the phones had evidently been busy again. "I didn't want to frighten you away," Susan greeted me. "You seemed so sort of embarrassed, I just let you suck all the milk out, which was what you came for. I would have loved you to go on longer. I had to masturbate myself when you left. because you excited me so much and you hadn't made me cum. Darling, finish me off this time and make me cum the way you did Elaine , please. And I want to suckle you properly this time, like a baby. Lie across my lap and let me hold you to my breasts." She sat on the couch, and I lay across her lap while she held me in her arms. She pressed me to those soft hot tits, and fed me, and crooned to me, and caressed me. But this time she opened my shirt and played with my nipples, and caressed me down to my belt, and unzipped my belt, and unzipped my fly, and gently pulled out a prick that was stiff and swollen and hungry to be played with. And while I sucked and chewed at those turgid nipples Susan played with my prick and caressed my knob and stretched my shaft. This time I didn't stop sucking when the milk was drained dry , and as I sucked Susan cried our louder and more urgently, and eventually she was cumming, the body that was clasping me heaving and writhing in an uncontrollable orgasm. And very soon the random playing with my prick had become a practiced masturbation that brought the sperm spurting out of me till I too was drained dry. Elaine was at my apartment in the early afternoon. She had been on the phone again. "So, we're making this a game of catch-up are we? You're not content to have your jollies just playing with tits, you have to get your own personal satisfaction. So now it's my turn, and I'm going to get ahead of Susan this time." She pulled her dress up over her head, and I saw my little sister more naked than I had ever seen her before. In fact completely and totally naked. I forgot she was my sister. I forgot all the taboos. I forgot everything but the naked loveliness in front of me, the magnificent tits that I had already enjoyed, the slim shapely body and the long slim legs, the parted thighs that led up to the wide parted labia and a wet fleshy pussy. As I looked at the open wetness I was aware of thinking that this horny chick had already been masturbating to bring herself to this state. And then my sister was hauling down my pants and my shorts before she pushed me down onto the piano stool and sat astride my knees. My rigid rod opened up the tight entrance to her cunt, and then her tit was once again forced against my mouth. "I still need your teeth on my nipples," she said urgently, "and your hands all over me wherever you like, but now I want my big brother's cock where I've always wanted it but you were too chicken-shit to put it. Fuck me and suck me, all at the same time, and I'll cum for you whenever you're ready ." My kid sister had always been bossy. So I did as I was told. I fucked her and sucked her at the same time. And when I started to pump her tight vagina full of hot creamy cum she did as she had promised. She came for me. And because the sword impaling her was still stiff and hard she came again, crying out with ecstasy. And then she came again. And I stayed hard because her vagina was still narrow and tight and caressing every part of my prick. And also because I knew this was something I should not be doing. I was screwing my own sister. As I expected, the phones had been busy by the time I next visited Susan. "If Elaine thinks she's going to stay one up on me, let her top this," was her greeting. I thought "THIS" was the fact that when she flung the door open for me she was stark naked, posing specially for me so that every detail of her sexy body was open for inspection. And I do mean open. But Susan had more in mind. "Come with me," she ordered. She led me into her bedroom. I had never been in a woman's bedroom before. Of course, everything about it was feminine. Except for the large mirror on the ceiling.. I was still looking around in a bemused state when I became aware I was being undressed.. I was getting used to this, and I liked it. By the time I was as naked as Susan my pole was erect and ready for action. But it was not to be needed, it seemed. "Lie down," was the next command, so I did just that. It could only lead to good things. Susan climbed on the bed and spread herself over me, opening her legs and pressing a wet open cunt into my belly. Looking up at the mirror, I could see another delicious view of Susan, one I had not seen before. My eyes focused first on the backs of her thighs, wide apart as they were, leading to the rear view of her wide wet cunt The full round cheeks of her ass looked beautiful, and before Susan had finally settled herself I was clasping them in both hands, my fingers probing in to the crack between. Then Susan was blocking my view, pressing one of those swollen nipples I was beginning to know so well into my mouth. "Suck," she commanded, "and I'll see whether you deserve any treats when you're done." This was altogether a different Susan. But it was also a new experience, and I had no complaint. Except that I could no longer look at Susan's butt in the mirror. Her nipples were as suckable as ever, and the milk still flowed. I sucked one nipple and played with the other, nibbling and squeezing and pinching. And drinking. I could tell that Susan was on the way. Her wet pussy was grinding against my body. her butt was heaving up and down in my hands, and she was breathing hard and whimpering. My prick must have been sticking up in the space between her legs, desperately needing something to masturbate it, but this was apparently not to be until after I had satisfied Susan completely. The milk ran dry just as Susan began to shout, "I'm going to cum. Keep on sucking, suck me hard, and play with the other one. Don't stop, don't stop. Oh my god I'm coming I'm cumming I'm cumming and it's wonderful." I had a hard time holding onto Susan's butt. It was heaving and rolling as she rubbed and pressed her pussy into my belly button. My fingers were pressing harder into the crack between her cheeks, and I found one finger slipping into the crater of her anus, delving deeper as she heaved. And then she was finished. Suddenly, just like that. "Oh my god that was incredible. I never knew feeding a baby could be like that. It was more intense than being fucked. Thank you my darling you were wonderful." Sucking those magnificent nipples with their delectable supply of milk had been wonderful, too, but all the time my prick had been waving at the sky between Susan's legs getting no satisfaction at all . I was ready to cum at any moment, but just sucking tits wasn't going to do it. But I didn't have to complain to Susan. She was way ahead of me. 'I'm sorry my darling, you must be suffering lovers' nuts in spades. I've been cumming and your poor cock has had no fun at all. Lie still and I'll give you a lovely cumming. I'm going to fuck you till your balls are empty and you've no more cum to cum with." This from a young lady I'd hardly known a few days before! But it was a lot better than cocktail party talk! Susan slithered down my body and got up onto her knees. She really was going to fuck me, apparently. She squatted over my crotch, and lowered herself so that one of her hands could feed my prick into the wide open entrance between her thighs. "I'm still way up high," she proclaimed.. "I haven't come down yet and I'm all set for multiple orgasms. Don't you dare cum until I've raped you thoroughly. I'm going to drain every drop of semen out of you till you're drained completely dry." She sat down on me, forcing my prick right up into the very depths of her cunt. Then began the roughest fuck I had ever experienced. Again and again Susan's whole body rose until I feared I was going to slip out of her, and slammed back with a force that left me breathless. Her vagina was wide and hardly gripped my prick at all, unlike the tight young vagina of my sister, and slippery with a copious lining of cum juice. It was a continuous masturbation, but mild enough for me to enjoy every movement but still obey Susan's instruction not to cum too soon. It was when Susan was beginning to cry out in the ecstasy of orgasm that my attention was captured by the unexpected activity around my head. A pair of knees were taking position on my shoulders, with two naked thighs leading up to two most attractive naked cheeks. And where the cheeks joined I could see a set of naked feminine genitalia. Quickly the cheeks descended, and the genitalia settled wetly on my face. My sister Elaine's voice came from above. "You're becoming so good at sucking I just couldn't bear to leave your mouth unoccupied. It looks as if you two are going to have a nice cosy cumming so make me cum too, darling." It seemed as if Susan was set to keep on cumming and shouting "Fuck, fuck. Fuck," for the rest of the day, and I was beginning to feel the onset of an orgasm I could no longer delay. And my mouth was so used to sucking whatever was presented to it that Elaine quickly joined the shouting. "You're going to make me cum. You're fucking me with your tongue. Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." And the chorus continued. And my groin began to heave, and I flooded Susan's vagina, until she made good her promise and drained every drop of semen out of me. When all became quiet, it was quite a while before I heard Susan's voice again. "I think we just plumbed the depths of depravity. Can anyone get any more depraved than this?" That's another story. - The end - Breaststroke Swimming is my life. Well, OK, I have friends, family, and I did this whole thing last year where I went away to college. Even passed all my classes! But in the pool is where I'm truly happy. And I'm good. It's my swimming that got me admitted to Big State with a scholarship, and it's been the reason for the only traveling I've ever done, from state and regional competitions in high school to meets in college. Don't get me wrong, I'm not headed to the Olympics or anything. Those athletes are my heroes. I was watching old video of Janet Evans at the 1988 Olympics when I first became obsessed with the sport as a little girl. My current favorite is Kaitlin Sandeno - and not just because we share the same first name. I've watched her medal-winning performance in the 400 IM from the 2004 Olympics so many times, and I always imagine I'm channelling her when I compete in that same event, which happens to be my specialty. My high school coach always used to say that the IM (individual medley) was the most challenging event in swimming - requiring the swimmer to incorporate all four strokes into one race - because it requires a balance of skill, speed, and endurance that few athletes can harness. I think it was my talent for the event that brought me so much of his attention; Alex had been more than a coach to me, he was really a mentor. It was Alex I was hoping to see that day. I had just flown back into town yesterday, gotten settled at my folks' house for the summer, and was eager to share the accomplishments of my first year of college swimming with my old coach. Since it was still late May, I figured I'd find him on his usual schedule, working with a couple of athletes in the pool after school. Obsessed swimmer that I was, I wore my suit under my clothes, on the off-chance that he'd challenge me to a swim, or offer a chance for me to show off for his current students. As I walked into the building, smelling the familiar chlorine, hearing the sounds of swimmers splashing through the pool, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and paused for a moment, realizing how much I'd changed over the past year. My figure had changed - I was stronger and leaner after my more intense college workouts, but much to my delight, my tits had grown a little fuller. I was practically bursting out of my racing suit - so much so that I had chosen a more feminine suit to wear today, with C-cup support. I had let my naturally blonde hair grow long, so that instead of framing my face as it had last spring, it now traced down over my shoulders and came to rest over my tits and reached half-way down my back. The weather was warm, so I had chosen to wear nothing but a sundress over my suit, the teal-green spandex which vaguely complemented my eyes showing through the light white cotton fabric. And I was more tan than I had ever been in my life, as the workout pool at Big State was outdoor, so I'd been spending several hours a day in the spring sun. It was then that his voice interrupted my self-absorbed stare into the mirror. "Kaitlin, is that you? My god, you look so... so grown up!" "Hi Alex," I said with a smile, welcoming the big bear hug that I knew was coming. It might sound strange that I called him by his first name, but Alex was a coach who worked hard to break down any artificial barriers between himself and his athletes. He once told me that he figured he needed a name short enough for students to get out even when they were breathless from dozens of laps. "Wow, you really do look great! Please, come sit by the pool - these kids have a couple more laps to do, but I'd love to hear all about your first year at Big State!" I took off my sandals and sundress, lowered myself to the edge of the pool, and dipped my feet in the water, watching as he lectured one athlete and high-fived the other, and then sent them both off to the locker room with his usual "keep it up, see you tomorrow!" Smiling again as he dove in and swam over to me, I began sharing all of my great swimming stories as soon as his head was above water. Much to my surprise, Alex had followed my meets, keeping track of my times, watching my progress. He was proud of my accomplishments, but still aware of my weaknesses. "So, Kaitlin, it was great to see you win that race at regionals, but I noticed you still haven't gotten past your plateau time on the 400 IM. What's the hang-up?" "Jeez, you know me too well. It's still my turns. I'm too concerned about technique as I transition from one stroke to the next, and it's slowing me down. It still doesn't flow." "Anything I can do to help?" "Well, it would be great if you're up for one of our races. I'm sure I can beat you now, and that would be a cool confidence builder." "Oh, I see, one year of college and you think I'm too old to keep up with you now?" One of Alex's best coaching techniques was that he was willing to compete against his students, and even though he was probably about 40 and no longer as fast as he used to be, he was still in fabulous swimming shape, and was still more disciplined and skilled than most kids. It was cool that he was willing to get in the next lane and work hard, but it also showed me where the weak points were in my race. I was sure I could take him now, something I'd never been able to do while still in high school. We did the full 400 IM, and much to my disappointment, I fell behind him on each turn, and was a full body-length behind by the time we finished. Seeing the disappointment in my eyes, Alex offered his condolences, "Hey, Kaitlin, don't be too hard on yourself. You should have had that beautiful long hair of yours up in a cap, I'm sure it slowed you down. And hey," he said with a wink, "those turns of yours are even worse than you had described them - I think you've suffered in your time away from me!" I giggled, as I always did at his humor, and he proceeded to work with me on the turns, having me do each one for him in slow motion as he encouraged me to make small adjustments to my form. "Do you mind if I touch you, Kaitlin? I never go there with my high school athletes, but if you're OK with it now, I think it would really help?" "Oh, sure, Alex, no worries." Several more turns, his hands illustrating what he meant by a more compact body. One hand was on the small of my back, the other on my stomach, as he encouraged me to pull in tighter. It was immediately clear that this gave me more spring off the wall, and I was delighted with the development. "This is great progress, Kaitlin! OK, just a few more, I want to make sure you remember how this feels. And let's have you go a little faster this time." On the next turn, his hand brushed past my breast. I wasn't offended by his touch, which I'm sure was accidental anyway, but I was shocked by my reaction. I could feel myself blushing as I came up for air after the turn, wondering how it was possible to suddenly see this man in a completely new light. A few minutes earlier, he was my old coach, someone I respected and admired but had never even imagined in a sexual context. Now, suddenly, I was turned on by his touch, and very much aware that we were alone in the pool. Get a grip, Kaitlin! I knew he had noticed my blushing cheeks, but I decided to play it cool, diving right back under the water to practice a few more turns. But it happened again. His hand brushed against my breast, this time lingering, deliberate. I made the slow-motion turn, but didn't push off the wall, instead remaining for a moment, under water, his hand still touching, then cupping my breast. Slowly, my feet found the pool floor and I stood, my back to him, making no effort to shift away from his touch, hoping that he would realize I was giving him permission to continue. He froze for a moment, then continued his slow exploration, his other hand now finding my other breast. As he began kneading my tits with more intensity, I groaned and let my weight fall back against his chest. He pressed into me, his body fully enveloping mine, and I felt the bulge in his trunks grow against my ass as he continued to feel me up. Tired of the constraints of the spandex, I reached up and peeled off first one, then the other strap of my suit, my round tits springing free of the tight wet fabric as I pulled it down to my waist. He was kissing me now as he began pinching my nipples more firmly, exploring my earlobe and then my neck with his tongue. Instinctively, I pressed back into him and began making circular motions with my hips, massaging his cock. He responded by letting one hand fall from my tits to my crotch, where he began gently rubbing me through the fabric of my suit. Until this moment, I had been completely lost in the heat of his touch, forgetting my surroundings completely. Suddenly, though, I came to my senses and realized several things - I was topless in the pool, the building was still open, one of Alex's current students could come in at any moment and find us, and last but not least, the pool water wasn't exactly my lubricant of choice. I turned around, facing Alex for the first time since his touch had permanently changed our relationship, and stood on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Is there somewhere else we can go?" "How about the sauna?" he asked, looking down at me with a lusty fire in his eyes. At the edge of the pool deck by the locker rooms, the sauna had been a recent addition, something Alex had insisted on for the benefit of his athletes, and had been awarded in the last budget because his team had been so successful. I only got to use it once before graduating, and certainly not in the way it was about to be used now. We went through the door, closed and locked it behind us, and Alex set the temperature. "Kaitlin, do you remember what I used to tell you about the challenge of the IM?" "Um, yeah?" "Because I'm guessing those same talents will serve you well in sex. Skill, speed, and endurance, with lots of different strokes thrown in." "I think we've already covered the breaststroke, what's next?" "Hmm, how about we get you out of this suit, and see where that leads us?" "Well, you too then, I don't want to be the only naked one," I said as I reached for his trunks and pulled them down, freeing his cock. "Wow, you're so hard already. I think I'd like to pleasure you with my mouth, if you don't mind." "Dream come true, Kaitlin, dream come true." He sat down on the bench, and I kneeled before him, crawling in between his legs and taking his cock and balls into my hands. I began slowly, exploring the tip of his cock with my tongue, learning from his reactions which touch was the best. Soon I was taking a few inches of his length into my mouth, while continuing to gently tickle and roll his balls in my fingers. Just as I was getting into a rhythm, taking in a bit more of his length with each stroke, he pulled me up onto my feet and encouraged me to climb on top of him into a 69 position - my first. Actually, to be honest, no man had ever gone down on me before. I had let a woman in my dorm do it last year, not so much because I was attracted to her, but because I was dying to experience the sensation - and it turned into the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. So needless to say, I was excited about the potential of a hot, experienced guy performing on me. Once I was comfortable kneeling above him, I took his cock back into my mouth, and slowly, with great expectation, lowered myself down onto his waiting tongue. He grabbed my ass with both hands, holding me firmly so as to control my already-wild motions, and began ever-so-gently licking my pussy lips until they parted and let him in, my juices already flowing quite freely. Already driven wild with pleasure before he had hardly begun, I focused all my attention on his cock. I was now taking in all of his length, his shaft choking me with each stroke as he pounded into my throat. I moaned with my mouth full as his tongue touched my clit for the first time, and couldn't continue sucking when he began flicking it and nibbling it gently with his teeth. I began jacking him off with one hand, my head resting on his thigh as I succumbed to my first orgasm. Just as my pussy began to pulse and throb, he thrust two - wait, three - fingers deep inside. "Oh god, Alex. That's incredible! Yes, fuck me with your fingers as I cover them with my cum! God, yes, I'm cummmmmmmming!" I don't know how long he let me lay there, recovering, before he lifted me up to shift our positions. His cock still jutted out from his body, hard and erect, as he again sat up on the bench, this time encouraging me to straddle him and sit on his cock. Facing him, my knees on the bench, I slowly lowered myself down, first stroking his tip against my pussy lips, then gradually taking in every inch of his length, groaning with pleasure as his cock filled me completely. I remained motionless for a moment, then slowly began gyrating my hips, keeping his length entirely inside me. He grabbed my tits again, pinching my nipples firmly, much to my delight, and I squealed with pleasure as I began slowly moving up and down on him. After a few minutes of this slow and steady pace, I began fucking him faster, before long bouncing up and down on him as fast as I could, the intense motions quickly bringing me to the brink of a second orgasm. Before I could cum, he grabbed my shoulders and eased me first to a slower pace and then to a stop. Frustrated, I nonetheless gave in, figuring he had an even better plan. "Time to work a new stroke, Kaitlin. I want us to cum together, and I have the perfect plan to make sure that happens. Just trust me." "Oh, I do! As long as it involves you fucking me hard and fast!" Responding aggressively to my dirty talk, he stood up from the bench, grabbed me, spun me around, and pushed me down so that my hands were on the bench, and came up behind me, his hard cock poking me in the ass. "So you want it hard and fast, huh?" "Oh, yes, give it to me!" He thrust into my pussy with one smooth stroke, grabbing me by the hips as he did so to guide his motions. His skin slapped against mine as he pounded into me with firm strokes - first slow, then fast, then slow again. I screamed out with pleasure at each stroke, even more so as he reached around to stroke my clit as he fucked me. The sensations were overwhelming - sweat dripping from every pore in the heat of the sauna, Alex pounding my dripping-wet pussy, my sore nipples throbbing in erect pleasure - and I felt as though I were experiencing one long, constant orgasm. "Yes, Kaitlin, that's it! I'm going to cum, I'm going to shoot my load all over your firm ass, is that what you want?" "God, yes, Alex, I want you to cover me with your hot, sticky cum!" "Oh, fuck yes, yes, yes!" After a few more jerky thrusts, Alex pulled out of me, and I could feel the warm oozing liquid land on my ass. As he recovered from his climax, he rubbed his hands on my ass, making a hot mess with his cum and our sweat, and reached around to stroke my clit once more. It was more than I could handle, and my long constant orgasm hit a peak. I cried out something unintelligible as I came, my juices oozing down one leg, before collapsing onto the bench. Alex sat down next to me, and we stayed for a while, catching our breath. Eventually, I sat up next to him, our eyes meeting for the first time in a while after the intense pounding from behind I had just taken. "So," Alex said, "I see you still have a little to learn from me about endurance. Nothing to worry about, we'll have plenty of time to work together this summer."