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Just a Walk

By: fantaseeboy



From the beginning of our relationship, Sandra had known about my little kinks. She saw me for the first time running nervously from tree to tree in a public park not wearing a stitch of clothing. For as long as I can remember I have be obsessed with being naked in a place where I might be seen. It is something about it being so wrong, and the surprised look on the people's faces when they see a naked boy in a place they would never expect to see one. It makes me sooooo squirmy and horny!

Before I describe myself, let me mention that I know I have a smallish penis. But it actually matches my body perfectly! When it's soft, it doesn't dangle, the pink head and just a little bit of the shaft poke out almost straight. Twin marble sized balls are usually pulled up pretty snugly in a pretty little pink sack. When it gets excited, it pokes up to almost three inches, that's about as big as my first finger.

As I said before, I think it matches my body perfectly. Standing right about five foot four, and not quite breaking the 125 pound mark, I am not the usual size of a 22 year old boy. My butt is cute and bubbles out a little bit, and it wiggles when I run. Bright blue eyes that I've been told look innocent. My wavy hair is light brown and hangs to just about my shoulders, this has always driven my mother crazy, she insists that it makes me look like a girl. Not that I mind, most times I think of myself more as a girl than a boy anyway. 

This might be hard to understand, but I have found myself attracted to both men and women. I have the hardest time imagining sticking my little penis in someone. So my attraction to women is more of a motherly kind of thing. I guess my own mother spoiled me, not sexually or anything, she took really good care of me while growing up. And having not left home until a few months ago, she still called daily to check on me. Now when I see a lady who looks anything like her, I can't help but imagine her taking care of me. This is where Sandra comes in.

There I was running from tree to tree, not wearing a thing, not even shoes. Even to this day, I get nervous and embarrassed when I am out flashing, but there is no way I would want to stop doing it. My plan had been to make it all the way around the small park. I had seen only three groups of people scattered around before ducking into the trees. I only made it about a quarter of the way around when I saw her standing beside a bench really close to where I started out. She stood there looking right at me, smiling. I know I blushed deeper than usual, most women will either laugh or look away after seeing me. But Sandra just kept staring. 

After breaking the trance she placed me in, I saw her pointing to the bench. Lowering my gaze, I saw all of my clothes in a neat pile. They had been hidden in the trees not far from her. Biting my lip and quivering, I saw her smile brighten and wag her finger at me in a come hither manner.

Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I'm not stupid, I knew there was always the possibility of being caught, and even worse, being arrested. But I tried to be as careful as I could. Now here I was, in the middle of a sunny day, in a public park not wearing a thing. With no other choice, my car keys were in my pants pocket, I blushed more than ever and kept to the trees as I made my way back toward her. 

As I got closer and closer my mind was running wild. Trying to think of different ways to get out of this, all the different things she might say to me when I got close enough, all of the terrible things that could happen to me if she were a police woman. Through it all, my lil penis never softened a bit. Even though I felt like I was going to throw up.

Taking the last dash between trees, standing less than ten feet away from her now, I poked my head out and got my first good look at her. She was older than me, I later learned she is almost eighteen years older. She was dressed tastefully in khaki shorts, a baby blue t-shirt and white tennis shoes. She had a large chest, wide hips and her honey blonde hair was pulled back. Immediately I imaged her taking care of me. She looked so much like my own mother. The helpless feeling I had added to this I'm sure.

She didn't say a word, she just stood beside my pile of clothes and looked at me and the tree I was hiding behind. In my squeaky, naturally high pitch, I politely asked for my clothes. She smiled brighter than ever, left my clothes behind on the bench and walked toward me. She stopped about 5 feet from me. I stood kind of facing her, covering my penis with my hands and squeezing my thighs together. On the verge of either making a break for the bench or bursting out in tears, but not doing anything for some reason

"Well, aren't you a shameless little thing." This wasn't a question. Her voice sent a chill running up my spine that made me shiver. My chin dropped. "Running around naked as the day you were born." 

She closed the distance between us, setting her finger with its long, perfectly manicured fingernail under my chin and lifting it until I looked up into her eyes. At this point I realized how much taller she was. She must have stood 5'10 or taller. As our eyes met, the whole situation must have gotten to me as a tear formed and rolled down my cheek. She quietly whispered, "It's okay sweetheart, you aren't in trouble. There, there, I'm Sandra and everything is going to be alright."

With this, she took my naked body in her arms and hugged me. My skinny arms wrapped around her and I hugged her back before I even had time to think about what I was doing. She held me there and whispered such sweet things to me. I tried to tell her I was okay, but she kept sush'ing me. Her warm, soft hands sliding up and down my bare back had me squirming in her arms. 

All too soon, the hug broke, and when it did, she held my hand firmly. This left me only one free hand to cover myself. Sandra looked down at me, smiled sweetly and told me there was no need to hide myself. After all, she had already seen me. 

Slowly my hand moved to my side, exposing my very stiff and excited penis. Sandra's eyes locked down on my lil penis, never had anyone seen me up so close before. A smile spread across her face, the kind of smile I hadn't seen before. She gently laid a single fingernail on my bare thigh.

Goosebumps rose on my tingling skin and my lil penis jumped when her solitary fingernail slowly drug from my thigh clear up to just below my nipple. I couldn't help but giggle. Before this giggle even stopped, she took a step out toward the middle of the park. I tried to remain where I was, but her firm grip on my hand drug me out from behind my tree. 

With that warm smile, she said, "Sweetie, we're just going for a walk, no need to be nervous." 

Feeling helpless again, and regretting not making a break for it when I had the chance. I took a timid step toward her and glanced around quickly. The same three groups of people were scattered around. My hand shot down and I covered myself bashfully. I took one step after another until we stood on the main pathway around the inner part of the park. Thankfully, the thick trees hid everything from the roads. 

As she slowly led me around the park, she told me things that made sense at that moment. She told me this was the reason I was out, to be seen by strangers, wasn't it? And I was so cute that I should show myself off. She pointed out each group of people and told me how I would make their whole day with this walk. She went on about how seeing me had definitely made her day, if not her week. Over and over she reminded me not to cover myself with my hand. Eventually, Sandra had me feeling much more comfortable about being naked in a public park.

Even from a distance, I felt eyes watching me from all around the park. Shivers of excitement shot throughout my body. My lil penis was so stiff, it was leaking like crazy making the pink head glisten in the sunshine. 

My stomach started doing somersaults as we got close to three elderly men sitting around a picnic table. The conversation at that table stopped when we got within twenty feet of them. My chin was down, looking at my bare feet on the sidewalk beyond my lil penis. That lil penis was standing straight up, pushing against my trimmed pubic hair. Of course Sandra had me on the inside of the sidewalk, closest to them. When I glanced up, I saw all three of them staring at my bare body. 

One of the men started to say something about taking me home, but Sandra cut him off. She politely told him that we were just out for a walk. She said more after that, but I can't remember what. Because when she started talking, she turned me to face them, let go of my hand and laid it on my bare bottom. One of her long fingers was nestling between my cheeks. I popped up on my tip toes when the pad of her finger gently pushed between my cheeks and brushed against my hole.

My eyes popped open wide and a high pitched squeak escaped my lips. The men around the table stared so hard at me. Sandra gave them a few moments in silence to devour me with their eyes before taking my hand and leading me further around the park.

When we were out of earshot, Sandra asked in her sugary sweet voice, "Did your lil peepee almost squirt its juice in front of those old men back there?"

With a moan I answered, "Yes."

We started walking slowly again while she told me she felt my lil wrinkled hole quiver and knew I was really close. She leaned down close to my ear and whispered that she might take care of it for me, if I were just as good on the rest of our walk.

This gave me something to think about, never had I had an orgasm with someone else. It had always been just me and my fingers. I knew right away, that I would do what it would take to earn my prize.

The next bench we passed had a couple in their late twenties or early thirties. They only stared as we passed. I didn't think to even lower my chin or attempt to cover myself. Both the man and woman first stared at my bouncing lil penis, then my bouncing bottom as we walked away from them. 

Sandra didn't even wait until we were far enough from them to not hear before praising me loudly, "You did so good! You didn't cover up or look away or anything! I'm so proud of you!" Her praise continued until we nearly reached a picnic table with four women about her age sitting around it. 

We hadn't even reached the table when one woman asked, "Out for a walk today?"

Sandra waited until we were right next to their table before answering. She turned both of us to face the women before answering. "Yes we are. It is such a nice day I thought some sunshine would do us both some good."

The table broke out in quiet laughter and giggles. Then another of the ladies asked where my clothes were. Sandra answered so calmly and without hesitation. She told them all that she had a hard time ever keeping me dressed. We moved a step closer to the table while Sandra kept talking. She giggled with the ladies when she whispered that I didn't have much to hide anyway. 

Blushing and feeling about an inch high, I looked over and up into Sandra's smiling eyes. She patted my bare bottom while moving behind me. Unable to look back at her, I was forced to stare at the three ladies around the table. I only managed to make eye contact for a second before looking down at the sidewalk. Her hands never left my skin. Wanting to run away and hide, to get out of there anyway I could. It must have been my terminally stiff penis that kept me in place.

Sandra's arms circled around me, her hands gently caressed me in front of them. My hips would grind or lurk forward every time her fingertips neared my penis. I had never been so turned on before in my life.

The three ladies kept talking and asking questions. They talked about me as if I weren't even there. When one of the three ladies mentioned the cute, shiney, pink head of my penis, the entire conversation turned to how horny I looked standing there. 

This is when Sandra's fingertips slowly snaked their way directly toward my throbbing lil penis. I looked into the eyes of these women while thier eyes wandered from my penis to my face and back again. 

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Sandra's first finger and thumb lightly pinched down and held me. Quivering as I stood there, Sandra began to very slowly slide her fingers up and down. Telling the ladies to watch closely this won't last long, I squirt so easily. 

Having no idea how she knew, in less than ten strokes, my whole body went super tight. I fell back against Sandra and my eyes squeezed tightly shut. My toes curled up tight and my arms flailed around wildly at my sides. My lil balls pulled up tight, then popped inside me while I squealed at the top of my lungs. Then my penis squirted its juice in four blasts onto the sidewalk in front of my audience.

In the wake of my first orgasm at another person's hand, I stayed leaded back against Sandra trying to catch my breath and calm down. Not even aware of the conversation going on around me. The warm sun shining down on me, Sandra's arms holding me from behind, my head nestled between her boobs, it felt so perfect.

When I recovered, I became extremely self conscious, this isn't anything unusual. I reached down to cover myself up, but Sandra's arms kept them away. After quickly finishing up their conversation, she took my hand and lead me further down the sidewalk. While we walked, she told me how much those ladies had enjoyed my little show. She went on to apologize to me, just in case she hurt my feelings when she talked about me back there. 

In a daze, and knowing I was completely in love with her, how could I possibly be upset with her? After all, every word she said was true. Even if, when she spoke them, I was more embarrassed than I had ever been before. I quickly answered that I wasn't mad or upset. 

In no time at all, we were standing at the bench where the adventure had begun. I even surprised myself when I didn't make a single move to pick up my clothes or cover myself with Sandra's eyes wandering up and down me. 

Just as I was about to try and say goodbye, Sandra looked into my eyes. Actually she looked deeper than that, it felt like she saw the real me behind my eyes. Tilting her head to the side, she whispered, "You are just adorable."

"Where do you live sweetheart?"

I didn't hesitate to tell her my exact address.

"Do you live alone?"

I answered that I did.

With this she smiled warmly. Bending down and scooping up my clothes, she stood back up and looked down into my eyes. She told me that she really enjoyed our time together and couldn't imagine it ending so soon. While she spoke, the first finger of her free hand rolled around on the slippery head of my lil penis, coating her finger with whatever was left of my orgasm and precum juices. 

Sandra slowly raised her shiny finger right in front of my eyes while asking if I would like to spend a little more time with her. Before I could answer, she began to slide her fingertip along my lips. I couldn't help but moan and part my lips for her. After generously painting my lips, she withdrew her finger and licked it clean. 

Staring into her eyes with pure love, and licking my own lips, I whimpered softly that I never wanted our time together to end. She smiled so warmly, it made me feel dizzy. 

Sandra took my hand and led me off toward my car. I tried to figure out how she knew which way to go, but I realized that we must be parked near each other. After all, she had stood so close to where I started with my clothes earlier in the day. We broke past the trees and I became exposed to the street and houses, I got nervous again.

Trying to cover myself with my hands and blushing furiously. Sandra released my hand, patted my bottom and told me to relax. No one was in their yards across the street from what I could tell, and the traffic was sporadic. What cars did drive by, definitely saw me. Horns would honk and I could see every eye in every car staring at me walking along the outside of the park. 

Sandra stopped beside a Lincoln Towncar and told me this was hers. I pointed to an older Toyota Corolla and let her know that was mine. She paused and thought for a moment before she asked where my keys were. After I told her, she fished them out of my pocket and we walked back to my car. Before stepping off the curb, Sandra looking down into my eyes and asked me if I trusted her. 

Having no idea what she was up to, but knowing my answer without even having to think about it, I told her that I did. She giggled and told me to wait where I was. Stepping off the curb, she opened the trunk and laid all my clothes inside. Looking back at me and showing me the keys, she shut it, locking my clothes away. Before even coming back toward me, she slipped my keys into her pocket. 

Now, I thought I had felt helpless before, but this situation put a whole new meaning to that word. I saw her smile that warm smile before coming back to me, taking my hand and leading me to her car. I wanted to ask where she was taking me to. I wanted to ask when I would come back and get my car. I wanted to ask so many questions, but I didn't utter a sound. I had told her I trusted her, and I meant it.

Sandra kept hold of my hand as I stepped off the curb into the street just as a carload of people my age drove by. They repeatedly honked the horn and shouted out rude things from the window. Sandra made a comment about how a kid couldn't appreciate a cutie like me. Her comments seemed to always make me feel better.

She unlocked and held the passenger's door open for me as I slipped into her plush car. Leaning down, she said with such excitement, "We are going to have so much fun together!" 

After buckling me in, the door shut. It dawned on me how helpless I truly was. No identification, no car keys, no nothing! But watching her walk casually around the car, keeping eye contact with me the whole way, I relaxed a little.

Just a Walk Ch. 02



As Sandra drove her plush Lincoln TownCar along the streets, I squirmed in the passengers seat. Between all the cars passing by and her occasional glances at my bare body, it kept me excited during the whole drive. 

The silence during the drive made me feel very uncomfortable. I tried to say something about having never been out on a street or in a car naked before. She just smiled and giggled softly while laying her soft, warm hand on my thigh halfway between my knee and my hip. She turned and smiled again when she felt goose bumps pop up under her fingertips. 

After this, the conversation seemed to flow more smoothly. It was a pretty one-sided conversation, she would ask questions and I would answer. Most of her questions seemed to be about my family, actually my mom. She was the only family I had.

After a brief pause in the conversation, she requested in her soft loving voice, "Reach into my purse down there sweetie and get my phone." 

My back arched and I think I moaned a little as I stammered, "You, you will want to call me after today?" I bit my lower lip and looked over to her, praying that she would say 'yes'.

She pulled up to a stoplight and removed her hand from my thigh and moved it up behind my neck. She just held me there, looking right into my eyes and said, "Oh baby doll, of course I will call you after today. I think I may have had more fun that you did so far. Is it okay with you if I call you?"

My heart pounded in my chest and I felt my whole body flush with excitement. I squirmed in the passengers seat as I squeaked, "YES!" After hearing how loudly I said that, I blushed and sort of hunched over in the seat with embarrassment.

"It's okay baby, I'm excited about our relationship too. There is nothing you will ever have to be embarrassed about with me. Do you understand?" As she spoke those words so calmly, I couldn't help but feel even more love for her.

After calming down a little, I played with her phone until I got my number in there. Before saving it I saw another line for my email address. Looking up at her concentrating on the road, I quietly asked if I should put my email in there too.

Her hand still caressed the back of my neck as she replied that "it might be a good idea". After saving my information, I moved to put her phone back in her purse. Sandra stopped me before I could. In a very serious voice she told me it might be a good idea if I put my mother's information in there too, just in case something happened to me.

Holding the phone in my hand as my mind ran wild with what she might do with my mom's phone number. She might call her up and tell her how she found me running around a park naked. Or she could tell my mom about how I squirted right in front of ladies I didn't even know. Or Sandra could tell her how I drove home with her not wearing a thing.

Sandra's soft whisper broke my train of thought. "Oh, I think your little 'dolly' likes the idea of me having your mommy's phone number."

I looked up into her eyes, not realizing what she was talking about. She took her hand from my neck and slowly lowered it until the pad of her first finger rolled around on the slippery pink head of my little penis. She whispered again, "THIS is your dolly. And just look how excited it is. It even jumped when I asked you for your mommy's number."

I was confused and hurt and am not able to express how I felt at that moment. Feeling as if I may cry again, I asked why she called it a 'dolly'. Her explanation was honest and simple, it hurt my feelings, but it was honest. She explained that it was no where big enough to be a cock, hearing her say that word made me shiver. She went on to tell me that it was even small for a penis.

"And baby, you are so cute and sweet just like a dolly. So I think that's what we should call it. No more discussion, it's your little dolly from now on." Her voice was firm, not scary firm, just enough to let me know not to argue.

I've always known my 'dolly' was small, but after having been named that, I felt it to be absolutely tiny. Just as I felt tears forming in my eyes, she stopped me from feeling sorry for myself. She reminded me to put all of my mommy's information in her phone. My eyes had been lowered when she said that, and she was right, when she mentioned my 'mommy' my dolly jumped, hard.

Biting my lip and squirming in my seat like crazy while I typed in her name and phone number. No even allowed to think about it, she told me not to forget her email address. I thought for a brief moment about telling her I didn't know it, but couldn't bring myself to lie to her. 

I hesitated before pressing the save button, knowing this couldn't be changed. Having just met Sandra earlier that day, I was placing all of my trust in her. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped for the best as I pressed the button. I slowly closed the phone and slipped in back in her purse where I found it.

I looked up to the road just as Sandra was pulling into a pretty big two story home. Her hand slipped back down to my thigh and she smiled that warm smile while telling me we were home. The car stopped halfway up the long driveway. Sandra pulled the keys from the ignition, leaned over and slipped them into her purse before taking it in her hand.

"Why don't you run up and wait for me by the front door. I am going to get the mail real quick." Before she even finished speaking, her door was open and was stepping out. Before the door closed behind her, she leaned back into the car and reminded me not to cover up in a very cheerful voice.

My eyes popped open wide with nervousness, never had I seriously considered walking around in a neighborhood naked. A park was one thing, but a neighborhood? My eyes shot up and down the street, not seeing anyone close by, I quickly opened my door, stepped out and felt the warm sunshine and a light breeze on my naked body. I quickly shut the door before dashing up to her front door. My stiff dolly was bouncing around with every step I took. Remembering what she said, I kept my hands to my sides the whole way. Once I reached the door, I stood facing it, and looked over my shoulder for Sandra.

I saw her walking toward me slowly, smiling as usual. My mind was reeling. I had only met this lady a few hours ago, and I already felt extremely close to her. The little pet names she had taken to calling me, even though I had told her my name twice didn't bother me a bit. Honestly, those cute little names made me feel, well, they made me feel special. Even the name she chose for my little penis, 'dolly' wasn't bothering me after a few moments had passed. Without even thinking about it, I knew I would put up with any of her little quirks as long as I could be with her.

As Sandra neared the sidewalk to the front door, a car passed by in the street and I squealed and shivered. Sandra laughed behind me and I looked back over my shoulder at her. She was walking slowly up the driveway, her eyes casually wandering over every inch of my bare backside. Chills shot through my body while I watched her eyes examining me. Out of impulse I almost reached forward and covered my very stiff and throbbing dolly. Sandra's eyes narrowed, she knew what I was about to do. Catching myself at the last moment, I quickly raised my arms up and laced my fingers together behind my head. I was concentrating so hard on not covering up and staring at the door, not wanting to look back into her eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt and heard her step up right behind me. Sandra stood so close behind me I could feel her warm breath on my naked skin. I almost jumped when I felt her warm, soft hands on my bare hips. She must have leaned in even closer when I heard her whisper softly in my ear, "Such a good little one. You almost tried to cover up, but you didn't. I would have hated to have to call your mommy so soon and tell her you had been naughty."

All I could do was moan softly. My hips ground around in a circle and my back arched. Every time she even mentioned my mom, I just got more excited. I know I should have been worried or embarrassed, but I wasn't. Sandra's hands and fingers were caressing my hips and the upper part of my bare cheeks.

Sandra whispered again after letting me consider what she had just said for a moment. "I think someone deserves a prize. Spread your legs a little bit sweetie." 

Of course I did as I was asked, spreading my feet apart and even going wider when she asked me to.

"Perfect." She hissed in my ear. "Now lean forward, put your hands on the door." She waited until I had done that before going on. "You are such a good baby doll, always doing as you're told. Now sweetheart, would you like Auntie Sandra to rub your dolly again?"

Whimpering softly, my back arched even deeper while my hips ground around so lewdly. Not caring at all that I was standing outside at the time. My voice was cracking as I whimpered, "Yes."

In that cheerful, sugary sweet voice of hers she chirped, "Yes WHO, Baby doll?"

Standing on her doorstep naked, so involved with Sandra and my thoughts on the way here I didn't even know where I was. And to top it all off, I was more turned on than I ever thought possible. I played along with her auntie game, needing her to touch me again. My voice squeaked in a higher pitched voice than usual, "Yes please, Auntie Sandra!"

One of her hands slid closer to my very excited dolly, the other slid up my body, tickling me the whole way, making me squirm around while I jerked away from her feathery light touch. Without even touching my dolly, the first finger of the other hand traced my lips. When that finger pressed against me, I parted my lips and sucked on her finger as if it was the natural thing to do. The hand near my dolly pulled my hips back toward her, and I felt her pants against my bare cheeks. Another moan slipped through my lips when Auntie Sandra began to grind her hips against my bare bottom. 

Her voice was raspier than before when she said, "Oh my, you are excited for Auntie's touch aren't you." She slid that finger in and out of my mouth until it was perfectly slippery. Slowly, she slid the finger from my mouth and without letting the wet digit touch my skin; she slowly slid her hand down my chest. 

In the softest whisper I could imagine, I heard her ask, "Are you ready for your prize baby doll?" With no time to answer, she looped the first finger and thumb around my dolly, not moving at all, just holding it. The hand with the finger I had moistened moved around between us, and quickly slipped between my cheeks. The sensation of that warm wet finger against my wrinkled hole made me see stars. Gasping for a breath, my hips bucked back against her.

That soft, sweet whisper filled my ears again, "It's okay sweetie, Auntie Sandra will never hurt you." While she spoke, I felt her finger shift around between my cheeks. Then, ever so slowly and gently, I felt the slippery, warm finger press against my virginal hole until it popped open and her finger began to slip inside.

While slowly working her finger into me deeper and deeper, I squirmed around, whimpering and my voice making squeaky sounds. The fingers of her other hand still only held my little dolly, as if she were protecting it.

Whispering in my ear again, "Does that feel good? Oh, yes it does. Auntie knows what makes her baby feel good, doesn't she." By now she was sliding her finger in and out of me, holding my dolly with her other hand. I can honestly say I have never felt so special before.

"Now sweetie, I want you to do something for me. Close your eyes and just listen to my voice."

My eyes fluttered shut, while my little hole quivered around her finger and my dolly throbbed and leaked its juice onto her fingers. Well beyond the point of thinking clearly, I did as I was told.

"You love your Auntie Sandra don't you sweetie. I know you do."

My hips were grinding back onto her finger, each time her finger sunk in deep, I popped up on my tiptoes and made squeaky noises. 

"Did you know that Auntie Sandra doesn't like her baby to keep secrets from her? I know you are a good baby and don't want to upset your Auntie do you. No, you don't." her voice was almost hypnotic. Her finger slowly pumped in and out of my wrinkled hole, and I stayed on my tiptoes as I got closer and closer to squirting.

"I know something else baby. I know that your mommy would be so proud of you right now. She would also be jealous. Because I bet, she would LOVE to be me right now." 

Unable to hold back any longer, every muscle in my body went super tight. My head tossed itself back and I felt the warm sunshine on my face. My bottom squeezed down on her finger so tight, and those strange squeaky noises slipped through my lips again. Just as my body began to shudder, my little dolly throbbed so hard and squirted its juice onto the ground at her front door.

Auntie Sandra's hand left my dolly as she reached and opened her front door. The orgasm, hands down the most powerful of my life left me in a daze. I don't even remember stepping into her home.



Just a Walk Ch. 03



Standing in Auntie Sandra's living room, who wasn't really my Auntie, not wearing a stitch of clothing, with her eyes studying every nook and cranny of my body made me quiver all over. Her eyes on me were enough to keep my 'dolly' all stiff and excited. She had already made me squirt my juice twice that day, the first at the park in front of ladies neither of us knew, the second, only moments before standing at her front door.

Sandra sat in the middle of a plush leather couch, still wearing those khaki shorts, baby blue t-shirt and white tennis shoes. Her large chest rose and fell with each breath she took. The bumps of her nipples beneath the cotton of her t-shirt slowly danced before my eyes hypnotically. Sandra's wide hips almost completely covered one of the cushions on the couch. The way her honey blonde hair was pulled back, and the calm, proud look in her eyes kept me at ease. I had helped her to move the coffee table out of the way so I could stand in the middle of the room. 

The questioning session from the drive to her home had started again. The questions had started out innocently enough. She mostly quizzed me on my childhood with my mother. Just hearing Auntie Sandra, say the word 'mommy' made me quiver and my 'dolly' jump. Part of the reason was because I had fantasies about my mother, not entirely sexual fantasies. They were more of a "caring for me" kind of fantasy. 

Other reasons for my constant arousal when I was near her were because of the similarity she had to my mother. That and the fact that she had made me squirt twice in one day. And up until this morning, I had only brought myself to orgasm.

After a barrage of questions about my mother and my feelings toward her, Sandra stood up suddenly and excused herself. I was left standing naked in a strange living room with nothing to put on, and no idea how to get home. Just when I was getting really panicked, Auntie Sandra returned carrying a camera. 

Biting my lip and almost covering myself up, but catching myself at the last moment. Auntie Sandra had reminded me more than once not to cover up. She insisted I was too cute to hide. As she sat back down on the couch, she smiled brightly at me while fiddling with the camera. 

"Oh sweetheart, there is no need to be nervous. I am just going to take a few pictures of my little sweetie! Just relax baby. Why don't you dance for me while we talk?" With that said she reached over and picked up a remote control, the room filled with soft music with the click of a button. 

With the camera still sitting by her side, I didn't know what else to do, so I began to dance for her. I have never been to a formal dance before, nor had I ever danced with a girl before at that time. But I had seen lots of movies of girls my age doing stripteases on the internet. I had always wished I could move like they did. And I had spent lots of time practicing in front of a mirror.

But already being naked defeated the purpose of a striptease, it didn't matter that much, I danced as best as I could. I was nervous at first, but soon relaxed and all my practice seemed to pay off. My hips were grinding around and my hands sliding up and down my body. I was especially careful not to touch my little dolly, knowing if I did, it would squirt in a second.

The more I danced, the hornier I got. Auntie Sandra was watching my every move, smiling the whole time. I kept dancing through a whole song before she spoke a word.

"Goodness sweetie, you are a really good dancer!" the enthusiasm in her voice just urged me on to dance even better. "Dance around in a circle for me, I want to see your cute little bottom."

Slowly I danced around until my back was to her. Wiggling my bottom around, arching my back, following the beat of the music. Hearing her 'oh' and 'ah' behind me got me even more excited. Spreading my legs wide, reaching back and gently parting my cheeks as I bent forward and looked back at her from between my legs. 

The expression on her face had changed, it looked like she was sad. I stood up quickly and spun around already asking her what was wrong. Thinking to myself all of the things I might have done to upset her.

"Sweetie, please don't take this the wrong way, but something is wrong." Her voice was so calm while she spoke. She paused for a moment before going on, "It's just that a cute little thing like you shouldn't have..." A smile spread across her face before she finished the sentence. "Babydoll, do you trust me?"

Looking up and down my body self-consciously before answering in that high pitch, "Of course I trust you Auntie Sandra."

Her smile seemed to get even warmer with my answer. She stood up after setting the camera down and asked me to wait where I was while she got "things" ready.

It felt like I stood alone in her living room for hours, naked. I spent the time worrying about all the things that might be wrong with me. My mind was running wild. I just hoped and prayed that she still liked me.

Auntie Sandra appeared in the room suddenly, making me jump when she spoke. My nervousness made her giggle all by itself. After giggling for a moment or two, she took my hand in hers and led me further into her home.

During the short walk to the dining room, she explained to me that I had 'something' on me that didn't belong on a cutie like me. Her avoiding telling me what was wrong with me just made me more nervous.

The dining room in her home was as one would expect, formal table with seating for six, large china cabinet, and an entry into the kitchen and double doors that opened to a back patio. The lacey tablecloth was folded halfway back, in its place was a large white bath towel. Upon entering the dining room, Auntie Sandra helped me wiggle up on the towel. She scooted me around until I was on the edge of the table with my feet flat on the table and spread to my sides. I had been exposed all day long, but having my legs spread apart like this, and leaning back on my hands to keep my balance, left me completely and utterly exposed.

Sandra stood and looked down on me for a moment or two. Then she walked behind a counter which separated the dining room from the kitchen. She again asked if I trusted her. When I confirmed that I did, she smiled that bright smile that made me feel like I was melting. She came back with a big bowl of what I would later learn was warm water. She set off behind the counter again and came back with a pink can of shaving cream, several pink disposable razors and a small pair of scissors. When I first saw what she carried I squirmed, I had considered shaving myself before, but never did more than just trim my pubic hair back.

In that sing-song voice of hers, "I knew this hair didn't belong when I first saw you running around the park. And while you were dancing for me, I knew for sure that all this yucky hair had to go. Now remember sweetheart, you told be you trusted me. So I don't want to hear any whining, okay?"

I smiled a little before promising that I wouldn't. I knew hours before, that I would do whatever it took to make her happy. And if it meant loosing my pubic hair, that was fine with me.

Auntie Sandra spent a few moments getting everything organized around me. Once she was satisfied, she positioned a high backed chair right between legs and took a seat. My back arched, never had I had someone so close to my privates before. I could feel her warm breath on my most sensitive areas. And I found that I really, really liked the feeling. And my little dolly seemed to like the feeling too, it was poking up proudly and pressing against the pubic hair which I was about to loose.

Auntie Sandra started by taking the scissors in her hand, leaning in close and carefully cutting away as much of my pubic hair as she could. After this, she took a cloth from the large bowl and moistening the stubble and skin all around my little dolly. Laying the cloth back in the bowl, she picked up the shaving cream and squirted a large glob in her hand. Her soft, warm hands massaged the foamy cream all over my pubic hair, little pink sack and up and down my dolly. She even made a swoop up to my belly button covering the thin strip of hair that led up there.

Looking up into my eyes as she picked up a pick razor, she told me "Sweetie, you are being so good! Now, just hold really still. I wouldn't want to cut your dolly by accident."

She began with my dolly, taking slow swipes from the base to the head. Dipping the razor into the bowl and swishing it around from time to time. Over and over she repeated this. Each swipe made me want to jump. But I used everything I had to stay still. I think she knew what she was doing to me. The danger of being cut, her warm breath on my privates, all of this mixed with the feelings in my dolly as the razor passed over it. It was seriously hard to control myself.

She would slide the fingers of her free hand up and down the thin shaft from time to time to make sure it was perfectly smooth. Each time she did this, I would gasp. Her soft touch made me want to squirt so badly. 

You have to keep in mind, the hair I did have down there wasn't dense. It was fairly sparse. Actually, the rest of my body was the same way. My body hair has always been light colored and thin, which made it pretty easy for her to remove.

When my dolly was smooth to her satisfaction, she moved onto my little sack. She would pull it taut before passing the razor over it. The same routine was used, shave away all the cream and repeat if she felt the slightest bit of stubble.

While she shaved, Sandra would ask questions to keep our conversation going. I was well beyond caring if we were talking or not. The occasional comment about my mother made me gasp and squirm on the tabletop. Sandra would have to wait until I calmed down before going back to her business.

She changed to a new razor after finishing with my little sack. Auntie Sandra had me lay back on the tabletop before addressing the triangle of hair that was my pubic mound. My legs spread wide while she stood up between them. I reached down to help hold my dolly out of the way, but she smacked my hand playfully and told me I wasn't allowed to touch it yet. 

After removing that triangle of pubic hair, she took two strokes up to my belly button and removed that strip. She seemed so happy while shaving me, chatting away and humming a song I didn't recognize. I really didn't want it to end. And thankfully, it didn't. She had me remain lying on my back while she lathered up my legs, covering me in the white foam from the tops of my toes, clear up to my waist. She thoroughly shaved first one leg, then the other, having to lift them up high and apart to get behind and between them. 

The more time I spent exposed in front of Sandra, the stronger my feelings for her got. She had a way of making me feel even more exposed than ever before. Spreading my legs and shaving me was an experience I will never forget.

I had my fingers laced behind my head to keep it from resting it on the hard table. Even with the towel, the tabletop was hard. Before I realized she was done with my legs, she had picked up the scissors again and had moved to my very ticklish armpits.

Fighting my ticklish reflex to twitch and squirm around on the table while she snipped away the hair. When she was happy, she moistened the area with the cloth and rubbed in the shaving cream. 

Whispering in her soft voice, "Now, try and hold still you wiggle worm! You are going to look even cuter than before when we're finished here! Without all that yucky hair in the way, I'll bet that even more strangers will stare at you when we go out in public!"

We! She had said "we"! That meant I would see her again. My entire body warmed at the thought and I smiled so brightly my cheeks hurt. I squirmed around on the table while she shaved, trying my best to hold still, but I couldn't. Her constant, feathery touch and the words she spoke made me need to squirt more than ever before. Sandra would stand over me, smiling down and wait for me to recover before starting up again. 

Sandra scooped up some of the left over shaving cream from my armpits and rubbed it down my chest. It only took three quick strokes of her razor to remove the few hairs that were there.

Standing up and stretching her back, she stepped back a step and told me to hold still. She hurried from the room and came back only moments later with the camera. Standing between my wide spread legs and holding the camera to her eye she asked me to say "Cheese!" I did. And she snapped off picture after picture of my naked smooth body. 

She again switched to a fresh razor while chirping, "Almost done Sweetie! Just one more place to go. Roll over, up on your hands and knees. That icky hair on your cute little bottom is terribly out of place!"

I hesitated for a moment before rolling over and popping up on my hands and knees. My brain was temporarily fixated on what she could do with the pictures. She could post them on the internet for everyone to see. Or she could send them to my mom, I had put my mom's email address into her phone. That thought made me bite my lip and my baby-smooth dolly jump hard.

Sandra asked me to move this way and that until I was just how she wanted me. I wound up with my knees spread wide, my shoulders down on the towel. My head was turned to the side unable to see anything except the large china cabinet filled with her best dishes. The reflection I saw forced me to moan. There I was, on my knees, my hands were back, helping to keep my cheeks spread wide apart, and Auntie Sandra sat on a chair behind me looking at my quivering wrinkled hole.

She didn't say a word as she trimmed away the longish hairs. Then she squirted more than enough shaving cream into her palm. I waited for her touch, she seemed to be taking her time rubbing it between her hands, staring between my cheeks. Finally, her warm fingers and palms touched my cheeks. I whimpered softly while my hips thrust forward and back. 

She caressed my cheeks and between them in the same loving manner she had my dolly. Being careful and gentle, but driving me crazy with desire. Before long the massage was over and I watched in the reflection as the razor touched my inner cheek, sliding slowly down between my cheeks. Over and over, swipe by swipe, the last of my body hair was removed.

Sandra took a towel and wiped away the remaining foamy cream. I stayed on my knees reaching back and spreading my cheeks wide apart even after finishing with the towel. Her touch left me and I almost said something. Before I could, she chirped, "Say Cheese!" I heard the camera taking even more pictures.

My mind ran wild again, to the internet, my mom, what she would think if she saw these pictures. Nibbling on my lower lip and trying to remain calm until she set the camera down. 

Sitting up on my knees just enough to glance down my body was strangely embarrassing. Auntie Sandra had moved around to watch my reaction. There wasn't a hair in sight. My fingertips slid across where my pubic hair had been. Even my own touch felt different somehow. And without any pubic hair, I thought my dolly looked smaller than ever before. The myth of a shaved penis looking bigger is just that, a myth.

Sandra helped me up off the table while asking, "Now doesn't that feel better Sweetie? You look WAY more adorable than you did before. All that yucky hair just didn't belong, don't you agree?"

The question didn't register with my mind right away. The moment of silence keyed me in to reply with a simple, "Yes, Auntie Sandra." Looking up, past her huge boobs to her eyes, I must have looked worried or lonely or something because she took me in her arms and hugged me again. After holding my naked and excited body in her arms for quite a while, the hug broke apart. 

"Come with me Baby." 

With those words, Sandra took my quivering hand again and led me even farther into her home. She took me up a flight of stairs and down a hall to her bathroom. Her home seemed to be decorated and furnished like any other woman her age. Tasteful pictures and knick-knacks on furniture I couldn't afford.

She had me wait while opening the shower curtain and getting the water warm. While she worked she said, "A nice warm shower will feel good won't it? It's always good to rinse away that cream too. We don't want it causing a rash or anything."

Having always been naked around her, the way she seemed to always speak to me, the tone she used, the names she called me. All of this kept me feeling so small, young, and helpless. I don't know if this was her intent, but it made me feel as if I needed her.

When the water was warmed to her liking, Sandra stepped aside to let me into the tub/shower. She stood in the bathroom doorway, asking me not to close to the curtain. The curtain was clear anyway, it wouldn't have covered me up at all. With the curtain wide open, and Sandra watching my every move, I washed myself with her lady bath products. My hands sliding along my freshly shaved skin gave me chills. She spoke those familiar soothing words to me while I bathed. Reminding me how cute I was and informing me of any places I didn't wash well enough.

I told her the water felt different without hair. She giggled and said to only wash my dolly, not play with it. While saying those words, she held up one hand with its pinky finger pointing up, with the other hand she reached up and rubbed up and down the length of her smallest, skinniest finger. The words and act embarrassed me deeply, reminding me of how small and inadequate I was as a man. Honestly, I didn't even realize I was touching it. During the few moments of tremendously embarrassing silence, her expression never changed from the loving, all knowing motherly look.

Being seen naked by strangers that I would never speak to was one thing, but having been so intimately exposed to Auntie Sandra for most of this day was completely different. Shivers had shot up and down my spine throughout the day and goosebumps popped up on my skin with the slightest look or gentle touch.

Just when I had begun re-washing my body with a white exfoliating sponge, per her suggestion, she had to leave to answer the phone. I heard her talking to someone while walking back to the bathroom. She wasn't gone long enough for me to begin to worry again. She took her place back in the doorway and watched me while chatting to whoever was on the phone.

I had no idea who it was, and it spooked me when I realized I hadn't heard the phone ring. Worrying as usual, my mind took off at mach speed thinking it could be my mom. I did put her number in the phone after all. The conversation she had wouldn't confirm if it was my mom or not. But she was telling whoever was on the phone exactly what she was looking at. Going into great detail about all the things we had done that day.

An almost wicked smile exposed her white teeth while she said, "Yes, I think I can do that with this phone, one second." 

She pulled the phone away from her ear and aimed it at me. My mouth fell open and my hands shot down to cover my very erect dolly. The proud look left her face, replaced with a scowl. For the first time she scolded me, "Babydoll!! Don't you think for one second that you are too big not to take over my knee for a spanking! Now move your hands away, smile and pose pretty! Do it quickly, before I have to call your mommy and tell her what a naughty little one you have been!"

The scolding frightened me. I wasn't frightened of never seeing her again, I was now frightened of physical harm. While moving my hands and attempting to pose 'pretty', her much taller and larger figure stepped closer and I wanted to run away. But there was no where to go. I moved around and posed differently until I saw her smile again. I faced the camera, my hands were both up acting like I was washing my hair again. 




Just a Walk Ch. 03



I heard the click of her camera phone and then watched her press buttons until the image had been sent. She smiled proudly at me before asking whoever she spoke with if they got the picture. The water got cold before they finished talking about me. I reached down and turned the water off while Auntie Sandra told the person I was done with my shower. After a giggle and a goodbye, she hung up the phone.

Timidly, I asked who she was talking to. She smiled while taking a large, fluffy white towel from a rack, "It was just a friend sweetie. Just a friend who I think would love to be your Auntie too!"

She ignored my hands when I reached to take the towel. Instead she stepped close and wrapped it around me. The soft towel felt wonderful against my smooth body. I stood there like a child while Auntie Sandra took her time drying me off. 

After hanging the towel on a rack, she had me sit on the seat of the toilet. Still going on about how impressed her friend was with me. Reaching to a drawer in the counter, she pulled out a comb and proceeded to part my hair down the center and comb through it many more times than I thought necessary.

When happy with the job she had done, Auntie Sandra took my hand in hers and stood me up. Pulling me into her arms and laying one hand on my lower back, the other behind my head. She squished my face into her ample chest. Whispering so softly to me while slowly rocking me in her arms, "Babydoll, I'm sorry I had to get firm with you. But you need to understand that covering up like that was a naughty thing to do. I think you know that, don't you?"

Whimpering softly into the soft, deep valley between her boobs, "I know, and I'm sorry Auntie Sandra." My voice cracking as the final syllables left my lips. My arms attempted to wrap around her waist, and failed. Not able to touch my fingertips together behind her. 

She broke the hug apart far too soon for me, smiling down at me, before taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom. Steering me away from the direction we had come, she led me to one of the other rooms on the second floor, her office. Still holding my hand, she turned the armless, rolling chair away from the desk and sat down. Without a moment's hesitation, she gently pulled me onto her lap, facing away from her. 

I couldn't help but giggle, not having sat on anyone's lap for a long, long time. I leaned back against her and her arms circled around me, her fingertips tickling up and down my chest, sides and stomach. I squirmed on her lap and my body jerked hard when she found out how ticklish I am on the sides of my ribs. Her hands slid down my body and gently spread my legs apart until both of her legs were between mine. With my legs positioned, her hands slid back up my body and pulled my hands down to her hips behind me.

Her lips almost touching my ear when she whispered softly, "Look straight ahead Babydoll." 

Rolling my head on my shoulders and opening my eyes wide, I gasped and my back arched deeply pressing my upper body against her soft boobs. Directly in front of me was a mirror, easily big enough to show all of me. I could even see parts of Auntie Sandra behind and under me. For the first time I was able to really see my shaved body. Looking so small on her lap, my skin seemed to glisten in the sunlight coming in through the window. I looked all over, but wasn't able to see a single hair beneath my eyelashes.

As if she knew what I was thinking, her hands still holding my wrists, gently raised my arms up and above my head. I suppose I wasn't prepared to see my hairless armpits. My eyes popped open even wider, and I groaned. My hips ground down onto her lap hard. I had never felt especially masculine to begin with. Now, without a single wisp of body hair, I barely looked it at all. My smooth, stiff dolly was all that was left.

Her whisper became throaty, "Mmmm, do you like what you see?" Not waiting for an answer, the fingers of one of her hands slid down my still raised arm, my chest and then my stomach. Ever so gently, she took my dolly between her first finger and thumb, just holding it between her fingertips, not moving at all. 

Ever so slowly and gently, Auntie Sandra cooed in my ear, telling me I looked absolutely adorable. She leaned in even closer and softly kissed my cheek, at the same time she began to lightly rub up my dolly.

Having been on the verge of squirting since she began shaving me, it wasn't a surprise when my dolly jumped and swelled up after only one tiny stroke. Auntie Sandra let go of it, giggled in my ear, and whispered, "Oh my Babydoll, you are awfully excited aren't you." 

All I could manage was a weak whimper while squirming on her lap. I was so excited and ready to explode at any moment, and Auntie Sandra knew it. Her hands caressed their way along my body until she held my wrists again. Gently she urged me onto my feet, on wobbly legs, I managed to take a few steps until I stood right in front of the mirror.

I stared at her reflection in the mirror, her soft, warm hands sliding to my hips. Her heavy breathing in my ear just seemed to make me need to squirt even more. She stood close enough to me that I could feel her shorts and top against my bare skin. When she held my hips more firmly and began to grind her hips against my bottom, she whispered, "What do you want Babydoll? Is there something Auntie can do to make you feel special?"

I squirmed and pushed my bottom back against her. My eyes rolled up into my head, I had never been this horny before. Glancing down, I saw my dolly jumping around, oozing its juice, making the pink head look slick and shiny.

"You need to use your words Sweetie." She paused to giggle, "What can I do to help you Baby?"

Failing to answer again, she went on to suggest, "Would you like me to rub your dolly? Oh, or maybe put my finger in your bottom again? Does that sound like fun?

I heard a voice squeal in a high pitch, "Yes!" But I swear I didn't say it. One of her hands slid back behind me, lightly caressed my smooth cheeks before her finger wiggled between them. My little hole must have been quivering like crazy while she gently rubbed the pad of her finger over and around it.

She moaned when she spoke, "Mmmm, yes. Babydoll likes to have his bottom played with. Auntie might have to get some naughty toys to play with your bottom with. Oh, maybe a little plug that you could wear when we go went out together?"

My body vibrated, I felt as if I would squirt without her even touching my dolly. She ground her hips against me, and I bucked my hips back against her. 

Moaning once again, "Baby, I know you are so close to squirting. You could just explode at any minute, couldn't you? Should I go get my phone so we can call mommy? We can tell her all of the secrets you've been keeping from her."

I squealed louder than I thought I could, every muscle in my body went taut. I squeezed my eyes shut and began to spasm wildly. I fell back against Auntie and tossed my head from side to side between the huge soft globes of her boobs. My little balls pulled way up inside me just before my juice began to squirt from the pink head of my dolly.

While still thrashing and twitching and squealing, Auntie reached down and rubbed the head of my dolly. This made the feelings of the orgasm exponentially more powerful, almost painful. She removed her fingers after only a second, bringing them to my lips and painting them with my juice.

She withdrew her finger from between my cheeks and wrapped that arm around me, helping me to remain standing. The other hand took a few more trips down to the head of my dolly and back to my lips, keeping them moist and glossy with my juice. Eventually, my exhausted body collapsed back against her.

I managed to whimper softly, "I love you Auntie Sandra."



Just a Walk Ch. 04



Three painfully long days passed by without a word from Auntie Sandra. The time was spent in a constant state of worry. She had promised she would call, and now after so much time, I was nearly certain that she wouldn't. I was checking for phone messages and emails dozens of times each day. And not seeing one nearly broke my heart every time. I had no idea what her full name was, her phone number or email address. She even kept me occupied when driving me to and from her home, so I had no idea where she lived. I was completely helpless to contact her.

Even without her contacting me I had been keeping the two promises I had made. #1 - I had kept up on the shaving of my body, keeping it silky smooth for our next time together. #2 – I had been naked and touching myself each time I spoke with my Mommy on the phone. I hadn't dared squirt while talking to her, but I had to stop touching myself several times during each conversation, always afraid of her hearing one of my loud, squeaky orgasms. 

By the third night, I was completely convinced I would never, ever see her again. The thought of that made me want to cry, and I did. That third night I cried myself to sleep. My heart broken and feeling as if there was something more I could have done. She was the only person I had ever met that could see through all the walls I had built around me. Actually see the real me deep inside.

The very next morning I got a call from the Temporary Agency I was working for. They had a job for me! Not that this was anything to get really excited about, I had been sent out on dozens of jobs without a single offer for a permanent position. Thankfully my car had been a graduation gift, and Mommy was making my rent payments directly to my landlord. I only had to make enough money to feed and entertain myself.

Taking a nice long, hot shower, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself. While I finished getting ready, my mind was fixed on Auntie Sandra. My trance was broken only when the phone rang again. Dashing across to the next room to answer it, thinking it was probably the Agency calling back because they gave me the wrong address. Before answering I glanced at the caller ID, I didn't recognize the number, and immediately hoped it was my Auntie. 

I answered the unknown number with a cheery "Hello." 

Her sugary sweet voice filled my ears and mind with a warm feeling as soon as I heard it. "Hello Babydoll, have you missed me? This is Auntie Sandra."

I squealed into the phone excitedly, trying to put into words just how much I'd missed her. Then babbling on and on so fast she couldn't keep up with what I was trying to say. Having so much to tell her, how I thought my heart broke the night before and that I hadn't stopped thinking about her.

With her soft soothing voice, "It's okay Babydoll. Calm down now. I'm calling now aren't I? Just like I promised I would. I would never, ever break a promise to my Babydoll." After a moments hesitation she asked in a soft whisper, "Are you touching your dolly?"

Glancing into the mirror across the room, I saw my first finger and thumb sliding up and down along my dolly's petite length. The towel that was wrapped around me now lay at my bare feet. Whimpering softly, feeling as if she always knew what I was doing before I did, "Yes."

After a quick giggle she said "Well, I know you aren't undressed yet. And Babydoll, I think you should be all naked. And, why don't you stop touching yourself for now. I want you to save up your juices for a little bit."

Bashfully, I took my fingers away from myself and admitted I was already naked. She told me how she loved me running around in my birthday suit. And, if she could have it her way, I wouldn't own a single piece of clothing. That way I would have to ask her for something to wear if I needed it, and she would be the one picking out what I wore. She promised I would never ever be very covered.

In that sugary sweet voice again, she asked if I would like that. I moaned into the phone that I did. She told me how sweet it was that I did. And went on to prod me about why I liked the idea of asking for permission to dress. I tried to explain that my mom (Mommy, she corrected me) had always made the majority of decisions for me while I lived at home. I tried to explain that having someone do that, made me feel loved and special. She ignored my answer but commented how cute it was that I still considered her house my home. 

I knew what she was going to ask this time as soon as I heard the first two words, "Have you kept the promises you made to me Sweetie?"

I couldn't stop myself from giggling, when I proudly admitted that I had. Her voice smiled when she apologized for even asking, knowing that I would all along.

I told her it was okay and that I was proud of myself too, going on to tell her about the conversations I've had with my Mommy. With me naked and touching myself the whole time. How naughty it made me feel, but how 'right' it felt.

In a serious tone she asked, "Do you think Mommy knows how naughty you are being each time you talk to her?"

I managed to whimper a soft "no." I found myself sitting down on my bed, still facing the mirror, squirming around and grinding my bottom into the mattress, fighting the urge to touch myself.

"All naked and playing with your leaking dolly when talking to her, I bet she would take you over her knee and spank your bottom if she knew. Don't you Sweetheart?" giggling softly after finishing her thought.

I heard it before I even realized I said it, "I hope so."

Her voice changed to the 'all knowing, motherly' voice I have come to love, "That's good Sweetie. I think if you are naughty, you deserve a firm spanking too." After only pausing long enough to take a breath, "But I also think, even a good Babydoll needs a spanking from time to time. Just in case you've been naughty without me finding out" 

I could only whimper softly into the phone while grinding my bottom down so hard on my bed. I even had to shift my feet around to get more leverage. I watched my every move and expression in the mirror. The desire to touch myself was almost overpowering.

"But Sweetie, this isn't the reason I called. What I wanted to know is if you had plans late this afternoon?" 

My voice shot up a few pitches higher when I squeaked, "No! No plans! Are, are, are we going to see each other again?"

"Oh Babydoll, you have missed your Auntie. That is so sweet. I've missed you too. And, yes, I was hoping to pick you up later today. Is that okay, maybe, around 4 o'clock?"

My voice was bursting with glee, "Yes! I can't wait!"

I could hear the happiness in her voice too, "Now Babydoll, I'll meet you right out in front of your apartment. I can't ask you to walk out of there naked, so I'll drop something off for you to wear."

I was immediately nervous at the thought of walking out of my apartment in hardly anything. "What? I mean, what are you going to drop off?"

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about. It's just a little something special for you. Now Babydoll, I want you to walk out to me wearing only what I leave for you. That, and your apartment key, nothing else. Is that clear?"

After quickly chirping that I did understand, I asked where we were going and she avoided the question as if I didn't even ask it. We chatted a while longer and then the call came to an end. 

That day turned out to be the longest day in recorded history. Thankfully, the job the Temp Agency sent me on was administrative. I had never lasted more than an hour on any of the manual labor jobs they sent me to. All day long my mind was filled with Auntie Sandra. My dolly must've gotten stiff fifty times that day. And it took me such a long time for it to settle back down. I'm sure my performance at that job wasn't the best they had seen. I wasn't expecting to be called back, and I never was.

Getting home as quickly as I could, I raced through the entry of my apartment and up the stairs to the third floor. Just as I turned the corner, I saw it. Hanging from my doorknob was a white bag with strings for the handle. I nearly sprinted down the hall and grabbed the bag, fumbled with my key (twice), and then stepped into my apartment.

Glancing to the clock, I had about 40 minutes and wanted to be on time! I left my clothes in a pile on the floor in my living room. After a quick shower and shave, I dried off and skipped back into the living room to open my prize.

What I found inside only slightly shocked me. I had been dreading the worst all day long, expecting something tiny, pink and transparent. But as I pulled out each item, one-by-one, it was no where near as bad as that. 

The first thing I pulled from the bag was a very small, white t-shirt. Holding it up, the words "Aunties' Babydoll" were printed across the front in loopy, baby-blue lettering. The shirt seemed too small for me, but I laid it carefully on the table. The next item was a little pair of white shorts. No, not shorts, they were hot pants. There was no button or zipper on them anywhere, and the stretchy material made me squirm when I thought of walking down my hallway in them. The third piece I found surprised me. When it first emerged from the sack, I saw a really cute, baby-blue teddy bear. Turning it in my hands, I found it was actually a very small backpack. After giggling softly to myself, I laid it carefully on the table beside the other items. It was immediately obvious the backpack matched the lettering on the t-shirt perfectly. The last item I found in the sack was a pair of white flip-flops. 

After a quick check of the time, I casually wiggled my bottom into the little shorts. They clung to my skin snuggly, loosening up only a little at the leg openings. After pulling them up, then down, then back up again, trying to find where they should sit on my hips, I positioned them to barely cover the upper portion of the crevice between my cheeks. I thought leaving the bottoms of my cheeks out in the open was better than having 'plumbers butt'. When they were finally in place, I bit my lower lip, these were by far the smallest shorts I had ever worn. For goodness sakes, I thought my underpants covered more than these!

Running into my room and looking into the mirror, my eyes bugged out a bit. They sat so low on my hips, well below my belly button. The gentle V-shape where my stomach met my waist was out for anyone to see. The inseam couldn't have been more than one inch. It felt like more of my legs were showing than when I was naked. Laying my hand along the side of them, I moaned softly when I saw that the palm of my hand, not including my fingers, was longer than the shorts! The outline of my very stiff dolly and its small sack of balls were blatantly on display under the tight, white shorts.

Dashing back to my living room and picking up the shirt. I held it up and smiled one more time at what it said before I pulled it on. It wasn't as snug as the shorts, but it fit tighter than any other t-shirt I owned. The big difference was its length. This shirt ended just above my belly button. This left several inches of my middle uncovered. I squirmed where I stood. Reaching to touch myself, I realized what I was doing and stopped just short of my fingertips making contact with the shorts.

Glancing back to the clock, I found I was running out of time. I slipped my feet into the flip-flops and pulled on the teddy bear backpack. Flipping and flopping my way back to the mirror, I touched-up my hair and readjusted the shorts. Biting my lower lip again while I tugged down the t-shirt, it popped right back up above my bellybutton.

Running back to my pile of clothes on the living room floor, I removed my apartment key from the ring. Then, standing at the door, wearing clothes that my Auntie chose for me, I paused to get my courage up. I felt exposed and vulnerable and I wasn't even out of my apartment yet.

I took another minute to think of anything that would completely soften my dolly. I suddenly wondered what Auntie would do if I put a long jacket on over my outfit. My cheeks warmed at the thought of her spanking me over her knee. My mind took off, wondering how hard she would spank me, if she would do it right in front of my apartment, would she strip me naked first.

When another shiver shot all the way through me, I glanced at the clock again. I had to leave right at that moment. So without another thought, I opened my door, locked it from the inside and shut it. Standing in the hallway, holding a single key in my hand, dressed as I was, I felt more alive than ever before. I was completely aware of every beat of my heart and every breath I took.

Biting my lip hard, I began to walk down the hallway. The 'flipping and flopping' of my shoes seemed usually loud in the quiet hallway. I knew the entire floor was going to peek out their doors to see what the commotion was about, but I didn't run into a single person. Down three flights of stairs, again, no one saw me. Across the entry and finally out into the afternoon sunshine. 

The first thing I saw once my eyes adjusted to the bright light was Auntie Sandra standing beside her big Lincoln Towncar directly across street. Her bright smile, open arms, mammoth breasts and wide hips made me attempt to run to her in my flip-flops. It didn't work out, I nearly fell on my face. She didn't take a step toward me while she giggled. A deep blush spread over me as I walked as quickly as I could to the sidewalk between us.

I squirmed where I stood as car after car drove past, every eye in every car looked at me. I blushed so deeply and wanted to run and hide, but knew I would never do that. Waiting for a break in the traffic, I stared across the street at her, trying to ignore the passing cars.

Her pretty blonde hair was hanging down straight today, lying just over her shoulders. She wore a light denim summer dress and heels with denim straps. The front of the dress had a v-neck and wide straps across her shoulders. The dress hung down to just below her knees. I could see tons of small buttons up the front of that dress. For the first time I was able to steal a peek at the deep valley between the massive, pale globes of her mountainous boobs.

My dolly sprang to attention, standing up more proudly than before. My hips instinctively ground backwards and I reached down with both hands to hide myself from the passing cars. I realized what I had done as soon as I had done it, slowly lowering my hands to my sides. When I looked back to Auntie Sandra, she was making a tsk-tsk-tsk gesture, pointing at me with one finger and brushing along the top of it with her other index finger. The warm smile on her face assured me I wasn't in trouble for my mistake.

I dashed across the street when the traffic lightened, right into her arms. Her arms circled around me and held me tight. In her heels, my head was lovingly nestled between that perfect pair of perfumed boobs. While snuggling into her closer and doing my best to hug her back, I realized that each of her boobs was the size of my head, if not bigger. My hands rubbed her sides just behind her armpits. I felt the thick, strong straps of her bra, similar to the kind my Mommy wore. 

She held me and gently rocked me against her, whispering to me. Telling me how much she had missed me, how much fun we were going to have that day and how much she loved me. One of her hands was under my teddy bear backpack, gently rubbing my back in circles. The fingertips of her other hand, gently traced along my lower waist, right at the top of my shorts.

When the hug broke, she had to lay her finger under my chin to get me to look into her eyes. She had a way of embarrassing me, not mortify or humiliate me, just make me blush and feel immature. When our eyes did finally meet, I felt like I was in trouble. I seem to get caught like that, staring right at her big boobs more often than I would like. Her warm smile remained, her hands lying on my hips, she told me we had to get going or we'd be late.

I didn't object at all when she took my hand and led me around the car, helping me off with my backpack before holding the door open for me. After wiggling into her car, she leaned over and buckled me in, the boob closest to me smushed against my face. She didn't leave me right away, she stayed just where she was and slowly laid one of her long fingernails under my dolly. I moaned and squirmed when she slowly drug than nail up to the dainty pink head of my dolly. My dolly reacted immediately, bucking up against her fingernail before it even reached the head. I heard her giggle while pulling herself out of the doorway. 

She paused only long enough to whisper, "Oh I have missed my Babydoll. I may never let you go back to that apartment again. I might just have to decorate a room in my house and steal you away forever!"

Her voice sounded serious, and I hoped with all my heart that she was. After looking right into my eyes for longer than I would feel comfortable, if it were anyone else, she leaned in close and kissed me on my nose. Auntie carefully shut the door behind her before walking around the front of the car, never taking her eyes off of me. And she never stopped smiling either.

The car seemed to groan when she lowered herself onto the driver's seat. She turned her upper body to face me when she was comfortable. In that sugary-sweet voice she asked for my key, which I happily laid into her open palm. She dropped it into a small compartment on the driver's side of the dashboard. Taking the teddy bear backpack from my lap and opening it up. She giggled when she asked for my flip-flops. After tucking them into the bottom of the backpack, she asked for my top, not 't-shirt', but my 'top'! She folded it neatly while asking for my "shorties". I squirmed in my seat, her choice of words did that to me. Wiggling out of the tiny shorts and handing them to her, again, she neatly folded them on top of my 'top' and tucked it all into my backpack.

Before she stretched to put my backpack in the rear of the car, her eyes wandered all over me. I squirmed before her. She whispered, "Much better! Isn't it nice Babydoll?"

I nervously squeaked that it was. Her eyes continued to wander casually over my naked body, spending most of her time watching my dolly throb before her. After enough time to make me nervous, the warmth of the sunshine reminded me I was outdoors. Lifting my eyes to look around on the street for passersby, I saw a couple walking in our direction, on our side of the street. They looked familiar, and I knew I had seen the man and woman while getting my mail from my box in the lobby. I didn't think they lived on my floor, but they definitely lived in my building. I scooched down in the seat, not wanting to find out what it felt like, to pass strangers in the hall that had seen me naked. 

Auntie Sandra must have felt how nervous I was becoming, with a turn of the key, the big car purred to life. I looked up at her just as she laid her hand on my thigh, gently spreading my legs apart wide. Let me assure you, spread so wide and naked in the front of a car as it drives down the street is tremendously exciting if you are with someone special.

Again I tried to inquire about where she was taking me today. She just smiled and told me not to worry about it. During this drive I tried to pay more attention to where she was taking me. When the stores and houses became nicer and nicer the farther we drove, I asked if this was the neighborhood she lived in. She told me she did live around here. From there we giggled and joked about our first drive together, how exciting and scary it had been for me.

When passing a small strip mall off of any main road, she told me we were almost there. The level of excitement in her voice rose as she spoke. She turned the corner, and then turned down the alley, parking in one of four spaces behind a store in the strip mall. There were houses behind us and the strip mall in front of us. While Auntie Sandra turned off the car and opened her door, she finally explained the first event of the day.




Just a Walk Ch. 04



Her voice loving, but had a strict tone also, "Now Babydoll, we're going to run into this store and get you some new shoes. I couldn't guess what size you wore, so I had to get those annoying flip-flops. But we'll get you some cute ones in here. A friend of mine owns the store. So you need to be on your best behavior."

The whole car moved when she lifted herself out of the seat, I couldn't help but giggle softly and smile. That simple thing reminded me of my Mommy, the same drastic shift of the car happened every time she lifted her body out of her car. 

I waited for her to open my door for me, I'm not sure why. It just seemed like the right thing to do. On her way around the back of the car, Auntie Sandra opened and closed the trunk before coming to my door. When she reached my door, she held a present in her hand. It was a box gift wrapped in white paper with a baby blue bow around it. The present was smaller than a shoe box, but bigger than a single serve cereal box. I love those single cereal boxes!

Her face was glowing when she handed me the gift. I took it in my hands and tried to thank her and apologize for not getting her anything. She had bought the clothes I wore earlier and now a gift. I felt terribly guilty for not even thinking of getting her something, anything! She laid her hand on my cheek and told me it was okay, she wasn't expecting anything. She even went on to tell me that she loved spoiling me and hoped to spoil me rotten. We both giggled and agreed we liked the idea, probably more me than her.

Sitting in her car in my birthday suit with my dolly super stiff, as usual, and opening a present while Auntie Sandra looked on. Carefully I untied the ribbon and removed it, then opened the gift wrapping. The box within was a basic white box with no hint of what hid inside. I bit my lower lip anxiously and opened the lid. Inside was a baby blue plug. The wide, flat base tapered inward then back out and back in again to a round point. The widest part was only as wide as my two thumbs together, side-by-side. I carefully lifted it from the box, the plug was a soft rubbery thing. I knew exactly what it was for.

"Do you like it Babydoll? It's for your cute little bottom! You seemed to like my finger in your bottom so much last time we were together. It will my Babydoll's pacifier! I hope it will keep you thinking about your Auntie whenever you wear it." 

I was still staring down at my present in my hands. Slowly my head rose up until I was looking into her eyes. She could read me like a book and knew instantly that I loved my prize. I squealed, "Oh thank you Auntie! I love it! And I can't stop thinking about you even without my present!"

She opened the glove compartment and took out a white tube that, at first glance, I mistook for toothpaste. With my present in one hand, she took my other and helped me out of the car. The warm sunshine shook me awake from the special moment. My nudity didn't seem to worry Auntie at all, it was as if she knew everything was okay. Therefore, I began to feel the same way too.

On my tip toes, she led me around to the front of the car, my bare dolly bouncing up and down with every step. For the second time, her hands slipped under my arms and lifted me off the ground. She spun around and set me onto the warm hood of the car. Sitting there with my feet dangling down, she helped me lay back. Spreading my legs and lifting them up, she took my prize and had me hold my legs up and apart.

Her breathing heavier, her voice more throaty when she said, "Babydoll, I'll bet you are going to love this."

The back door of the store we were going to suddenly opened. A lady stepped outside, her eyes zeroing in on me on the car hood. She froze where she stood for a few moments, I suppose she was trying to comprehend what she was seeing. The lady was slightly smaller than Auntie, but still a big lady. She was about the same age, but her boobs were no where as big as Aunties. Her hair was straight, cut short. It was a graying, dark brown color. Her face was plump and friendly. As soon as I saw her, I blushed such a deep shade, I saw it on my chest. That blush didn't fade for quite a while.

At first, her voice sounded like she was lost, "I thought I heard you pull in Sandra. Oh my, you weren't exaggerating, Babydoll is just adorable." Her emphasis on the last word made me squirm.

Auntie Sandra looked down at me, lying on my back on the car hood, my hands behind my knees, pulling my legs to my chest and apart, spread open and hiding nothing. In that proud, cheery voice she said, "Babydoll, I'd like you to meet Marge. Marge, this is my little Babydoll." 

My back arched and my dolly jumped up and down several times, oozing its juice from the tip. A little puddle of juice was forming on my smooth mound, directly under my dolly's slippery, shiny, pink head. I had been holding off from touching myself all day. And after speaking with Auntie on the phone earlier, I wanted to more than ever. Marge walked over and stood beside Auntie, her eyes never leaving my exposed body. 

Auntie Sandra showed her the present she bought for me and told her I couldn't wait to try it out. She even asked me to confirm that, which I bashfully did. I squirmed on the car's hood while watching her open the 'toothpaste' tube and squirt out a clear gel onto the tip of my new pacifier. Very casually, while still chatting with Marge, she rubbed the lubricant all over the baby blue plug. 

Before doing anything else, Auntie Sandra asked Marge to get the camera from the backseat. Going on to explain that this moment should be captured for my Mommy to see someday. With a mischievous smile and a look that frightened me, Marge got the small, handheld, digital video camera. After Sandra gave her a quick lesson on the camera and both of us some basic directing, she began to record the events unfolding before her.

Auntie Sandra spoke the whole time, using cute little words often that made my dolly jump. She first had me hold the lubricated pacifier in both my hands. My arms looped around my legs to keep me folded in half. Marge, this lady I had just met, moved from place to place, capturing every possible angle, and never pausing the recording. 

My dolly squirmed and jumped and throbbed between my smooth thighs, while Auntie Sandra baby talked to me. I am sure it was for effect for the movie we were making, but it was driving me crazy. Squirting out a big dollop of lubricant onto her fingertip and showing it to the camera. She laid her ultra slippery finger onto my little hole.

I swear I almost squirted. My body quivered like a leaf on the car's hood. Auntie knew just when to pause. She would talk to me or Marge while my dolly settled down, and then start up again. Once my little hole was super slippery, she very suddenly dipped her finger inside me to the second knuckle. I squealed loudly in a pitch high enough to make both ladies smile.

Marge moved around until she found the perfect angle. Auntie Sandra slowly slid her finger in and out of me. With each movement her finger made, my body trembled and my little hole quivered around her finger. I was in heaven.

She continued to finger me slowly while asking me silly questions that, thankfully, didn't require a response. "Does that feel good Babydoll?" and "I bet Mommy would be so proud of you Sweetie, don't you?"

Eventually she slipped her finger from inside me. Just before I whimpered, I thought I heard a 'pop'. Auntie took my pacifier in her other hand and had me hold my legs back farther and spread apart as far as I could. She took a few steps back to let Marge move in close. Auntie proudly mentioned she loved how 'flexy' I was. She then said with excitement, something about getting me even more 'flexy'. 

Auntie asked questions in a way to get me to say certain things out loud. I was to look right into the camera while I said each thing. I know I said, "I love and miss my Mommy and wished she was here right now." I said I loved to be naked or barely dressed outside with my Auntie Sandra. And I loved to be kept smooth without a single body hair. And I'm sure there was more, but I can't remember it all. 

Marge zoomed in between my legs when Auntie cornered me into explaining the term "we" chose for my 'penis'. In a squeaky, cracking voice I said, "Well, my dolly is WAY too small to be a cock. It's even too petite to be a penis. That's why I call it my dolly. It's little and cute, just like me, and I'm Babydoll."

Auntie Sandra smiled down at me proudly. She laid one hand onto my inner thigh and asked me what I wanted. Embarrassed once again, I politely asked her to please put my pacifier in my bottom. Before she did, she paused to look at the slippery, lubricated plug.

She was thinking, I knew that expression. She said something about the pacifier deserving a kiss. With that, she slowly lowered the gooey pacifier to my lips. She nodded her head and smiled. I hesitantly smiled, puckered up and kissed the tip of the pacifier. I couldn't help it, I licked the gooey stuff from my lips.

I squealed happily, "Bubblegum! It tastes like bubblegum!"

Auntie Sandra lowered the pacifier to my lips again. After another quick kiss, my eyes popped open wide when I felt it press against my lips. Auntie was smiling down at me. My lips parted slowly, first the rounded tip, my lips parted wider until my mouth held the pacifier clear to the widest part. 

In her informative motherly voice, Auntie Sandra said, "Sweetie, rules come with this new toy. You will have to ask for it. You may never touch it unless you have permission. You will have to kiss it every time before it goes in you. And, you'll also have to kiss it after it comes out." The smiles on both women's faces made me visibly shiver.

The thought of kissing the plug after it came out was gross, but Auntie would surely wash it first, I hoped. I nodded my head after she asked if I understood the rules. My back arched deeply and I moaned loudly as she slid the plug from my lips. My mouth filled with the flavor of bubblegum. I licked my lips while she lowered the plug between my legs. She gently drug the rounded tip over and around my quivering hole. 

While teasingly bumping the tip against me, making my little hole want more, she coated the tip of her index finger in the pool of my juice that had formed. Raising that finger to my lips and painting them with my juice. Sensually dragging her fingertip along both my upper and lower lips, she re-coated her finger twice while still teasing me with the plug. 

In one instant, she pressed harder against the plug so my little hole began to stretch open and slipped her finger into my mouth. For a brief moment, my lips closed around her finger, then my mouth fell open and I squealed again. My back arching so deeply on the car's hood and my head craning backward. With her finger leaving my mouth, she drug her moist finger down my neck, chest, and belly until that hand framed around my dolly.

The plug slid in a little, then out, then back in a little deeper. She was obviously in no hurry at all. The hand framing my dolly slowly moved closer and closer until she held my throbbing, leaking dolly between her first finger and thumb. She worked the plug lovingly, going nice and slow, there wasn't a bit of pain at all. When she neared the widest part, her fingertips began to slide up and down on my dolly.

A tiny bit of pain shot through me when my little hole stretched over that widest part of my pacifier. Before my bottom swallowed it up, Auntie began to rub me faster, much faster. Just before the base of the plug settled between my cheeks, my dolly squirted its juice hard. My body trembled wildly, I thought I was having a seizure. Unable to control any part of me, strange noises escaped my lips and my dolly jumped and throbbed and squirted its juice all over my chest, tummy and mound. 

When the squirts stopped, Auntie squeezed the underside of my dolly clear down where it met my body and drug them up to the squishy pink head, squeezing out the last drips of my juice. Lying naked in the sunshine on the car's hood, in the aftermath of another mind numbing orgasm, I knew it wasn't the sunshine that made me feel warm and fuzzy, it was Auntie.

When I had the strength to raise my head and look at her, my concentration was caught on the pokey bumps of Auntie's stiff nipples under her dress. I bit my lip and whimpered when I realized each of those bumps must be the size of my thumb to the first knuckle. Her chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. Glancing first to Marge, she looked just as excited. Then back to Auntie, the proud look on her face made me smile. I softly squeaked, "I love you Auntie Sandra."



Just A Walk In The Park



My Sue, was gorgeous. Pretty face, nice-sized breasts with gorgeous nipples, and a round, firm ass, she turned men's heads anywhere we went. I shared my fantasies with Sue, especially the one about watching her with other men, but she told me that, even though she wanted to make me happy, she didn’t know if she could. The best I could do was to get her to dress sexily when we went out to places like the pub or park. I told her it turned me on to see her turn other men on. 

Once, we went for a walk to the Old Manor, or to be more precise, the woods in the grounds. This was a beautiful place, quiet and secluded. Sue, as usual when she went out, looked stunning. She wore a light, white silky top. This clung to her showing off her lovely breast to perfection. She also wore no bra underneath, and the effect was electric. Her nipples tantalised the silk. The very sexy short, but flowing red skirt, which danced in the breeze and followed the contours of her beautiful long legs. Sue, has got fantastic long shapely legs. Today, she wore sheer black stockings held with a matching black lacy knickers and suspender set. The red high heels she wore made her walk in a way that mesmerised the on looker. Her total effect was stunning. I could come just looking at her. She was out of this world. 

As we entered the grounds, through the manor gates, we passed three men who were resting on the bench, chatting away among themselves. Sue, without any prompting, stopped and bent down in front of them, as if checking the heel of her shoe. The flowing skirt was blown high by the wind and the men just stared in fascinated amazement. They all had a beautiful view of her lovely long leg. The fantastic bare flesh above the stockings and the silky tight material of her knickers, that covered her beautiful shaped bottom. She was well aware of the effect she was having on them (and me), but if she didn’t, she was going to find out. As we rounded a curve in the walking path, all three men blocked our way. 

The three men looked athletic, well groomed, and all had a distinctive look in their eyes. All three of them were staring at Sue, as if they were drinking in her sluttish beauty!

"Good day, folks, " one of them said, his eyes wandering up and down Sue's body. "Our car is in the car park and has a flat tyre. I wonder if we could ask you for the loan of your jack, and some help?" Sue, always kind and helpful, said, "Sure, our car is in the same lot. But it's a long walk from here, and I'm already a little tired. Maybe Richard could go with you to fix your car, and then come back to meet me here?"

"Sure, but we wouldn't want a pretty thing like you to be alone in the woods, here. It only takes one to show your husband where our car is, and the other two of us will walk with you until he meets us at the private woods, OK?"

"Uh, well, " Sue hesitated, blushing at the way all three men were undressing her with their eyes, "I guess that would be alright. Richard, OK with you?"

My mind was already racing with my hunch of what these guys were planeing. Instead of being jealous or protective, my instinct was to play along, and I had trouble concealing my stiffening cock. "Sure, but it's a long walk, so I might be a while. "

"I'll go with you, " said one of the men. As he and I turned to walk away, I looked back to see that the other two men already had moved to each side of Sue to walk in the other direction. One moved his hand around her back. As she blushed and tried to flinch away, the other grabbed her arm and pushed her into the trees. 

"Look, I know what you guys are up to" I said to my companion. "What you don't know is it turns me on to think about it, so why don't you go back and join in. I won't make any trouble, and I'll give you plenty of time. Just don't hurt her, that's all. " Surprised by my openness, the man didn't say a word, but as he looked at my hard-on plainly outlined, he fondled himself, smiled, and turned to walk quickly back to join the other two lecherous, horny men and my innocent Sue. I waited about five minutes, long after the guy was out of sight, and then I quietly crept through the brush toward the spot where Sue was pulled into the woods. I walked slowly, wriggling hrough the heavy brush, and suddenly found Sue's top thrown under a bush. At the same time, I thought I heard a woman whining, as though trying to scream with her mouth closed. I came to a darkly shadowed area next to a stream, and saw movement ahead, a glimpse of black lacy panties. 

As I crept from tree to bush to get closer, I could see my wife being held from behind by the big man, with one of his big hands covering her mouth. Her black lacy panties were halfway down her hips, as the other two men in front of her were fondling her full breasts and crotch. 

"Oh, christ, " I thought to myself, "they're going to rape her!" I was torn between my instinct to protect her, and my overwhelming lust to watch my prim, little lover get fucked! "Well, " I reasoned, "she'll never know I was in on it, and I can be the comforting hero, later. " This was my sex fantasy, coming true right before my eyes! I was far too turned on to interfere, and I crept as close as I could so that I could see everything. Hidden, I pulled my cock out and began stroking it, slowly. 

Sue was trying to break free, but the big man behind her was too strong. The other men had their cocks out, now, and were taking turns sucking on Sue's tits and fingering her pussy hidden by her hairy bush. One said something in her ear, a threat perhaps, because suddenly Sue quit struggling. The big man behind her pulled her panties all the way down, bent her forward at the waist, and shoved his huge, heavily veined cock back and forth over her cunt slit. Another man was jacking his unusually fat cock while he fondled Sue's dangling tits. The third man knelt in front of her to pull her face up to his and he tongue-kissed her mouth wetly. 

Realising that this bent-over position was ideal for their plans, they moved Sue to a fallen tree, and pushed her down over it. Her nakedness, wet with the slimy lubricant from the big mans cock, was positioned waist-high. Her spread open legs revealed her pussy, which beyond her control, was now wet with her own slick juices. Her tits were pressed against the tree, but her nipples were showing and available. As another man knelt to tongue her mouth, Sue's own body was beginning to betray her. Her dark nipples grew hard and she began to tremble. 

No more foreplay for these guys. The big man walked up behind her using his eight inch hooded cock like a witching stick. As he felt the wetness of her pussy against his dick, he pulled the foreskin back to reveal a huge, plum shaped, purple cockhead. He grinned an evil smile as he humped forward, driving his cock suddenly into Sue's cunt. Sue opened her mouth to suck in a rush of air at the feeling of this cock wedging into her cunt. But, instead of sucking air, she found a sticky, dick suddenly thrust into her mouth. 

There was no escaping this, she knew, and to her horror, she began to feel a throbbing lust in her stomach. "This isn’t right, " she thought, "rape is not to be enjoyed. " But, beyond her control, her deeply hidden lust was taking over, making her helpless to resist. Sue's pussy grew slicker with each stroke of the fat cock inside it, and she started to moan as the cock in her mouth pumped in and out, fucking her throat like a tight cunt. The third man was the first to come, probably by accident from jacking off too fast. He stiffened, moaned, and shot his hot cum onto Sue's slender back. He grabbed one of her hands, and made her milk his cock to drain the last dangling threads of cum onto her arm. The other two men were in no hurry, however. With a wink, the big man suddenly pulled his hips back, pulling his cock from Sue's slippery pussy. The head of his cock was so big; I thought I heard a "pop" when it stretched through her outer cunt lips. 

The men traded places, the big man fucking Sue's mouth, and the other man pumping his dick in and out of her pussy. Sue was helpless to stop this ravaging seduction and helpless to control her rising passion. Even as the huge cock was nearly choking her and the other cock was thrusting in and out of her from behind, she began to cum. The double fucking went on and on, each man sweating and grunting, and Sue cumming again and again. Finally, as the big man pulled his cock from her mouth and shot his huge spurts of watery cum in her face, Sue slumped semi-conscious her orgasms too much for her. Unconscious or not, the third man didn't miss a stroke as he stiffened against Sue's upturned wet cunt. He crunched forward onto her back as his balls started to twitch and spasm. I knew he was flooding my lover’s pussy with his cum, even before I saw it start to leak out from the sides of his glistening cock. I was not prepared for what was to happen next. 

Grinning, the shorter man pulled a Polaroid camera from his backpack. As the other two men stroked their cum soaked cocks into hardness, he directed them like a movie producer to take seconds with Sue’s unconscious body, still bent over the log. While one fucked her pussy, and the other her mouth, he would tell them to spread her ass cheeks or tilt her head just so, while he took picture after picture. As the men came again, he made sure that he got close-ups of their cum running down Sue's cheeks and the 
 backs of her thighs. When he was out of film, he used his softening cock to rub the remaining his remaining cum over her ass and pussy. 

As the men pulled on their clothes, the big man asked, "How is He ever going to find her?" Remembering my lustful admission, earlier, the short man said "I wouldn't worry about that. I have a feeling he knows where to find her. " Laughing, the three men strolled casually away, leaving my Sue still limp and face down. As I walked up to her and saw her dripping pussy, I was embarrassed at my reaction. I wanted to have sloppy fourths, fifths, whatever! She'd never know the difference, after all. "God, this is too fucking good to pass up, " I thought as I slipped my hard-on into her dripping pussy. It only took me a few sloshing, foaming thrusts to cum. 

Just as I finished dressing Sue, she began to awaken. As she remembered what had happened, she started to cry, especially when she remembered how her lust had changed a gang rape into a willing gangbang. "Oh, Richard, how can you ever love me after this?" she cried. 

"Not too worry, darling, " I said, comforting her and helping her walk back to the car. "After all, you couldn't help it, and it won't happen again. " Remembering that the men had compromising pictures of Sue, however, I was pretty sure Sue was in for a repeat performance. What I didn't know was when it could happen, nor that the men planeed to far surpass their first gang fuck of my beautiful sexy Sue.



Just a Walk in the Park



Opening the shower door, stepping out into the cool bathroom, I quickly dry off the last bit of tensions left from work.  Leaving the towel on the floor forgetting all the everyday patterns, I tell myself, “today is going to be different.”  

“This is the side that nobody sees, the sensual side.  Everyone is used to seeing the nerdy drab person at work, I don’t even get a stare.” I say as I pout in front of full-length mirror in my bedroom.

I open the drawer to all the undergarments I have, “what boring things I keep.  I’ve been working far to long.  Maybe I will take a walk in the Lakeside Park not far from here, it always seems to clear my mind after a weeks labor.  Then I will go out tonight to that goth-dance club my friends have been raving about.”

I shut the draw out of frustration and grab my comfy velvet pants and a thin white tank top.  Sliding the velvet against my legs gets me a little excited; a smile parts my lips knowing that I am not wearing anything underneath them.  I slip into the white tank, and look in the mirror, seeing my nipples press right through the shirt as it strains to hold the curves of my breasts.  The velvet softens the look of my legs giving me a sleek sexy look.  “Hopefully this will get the stares I have been so craving for lately.”

I grab a pair of socks and my sneakers throwing them on quickly so I actually have the nerve to walk out dressed like this without backing out.  The panic and excitement build in me, trying to hold my mind from wondering about anything.  I leave the house walking to the park.  

The sun is setting in the sky, giving the clouds a gentle hue of violets, reds, and blues.  Dusk is a beautiful time to walk, everything is peaceful and the traffic and craziness of the day subsides.  People walk and talk and are in a somber happiness during this time.  It’s a wonder how they don’t just give up their jobs and enjoy times like these.  Nightfall comes quickly afterwards as I walk around the lake, but sadly not even one stare for the evening, but the walk was relaxing as ever.  The crickets are chirping as the stars are reflected on the lakes shore, creating a somber tone to the evening.  Not even the sounds of footfalls are near, so I decide to head back home and get ready for the club.

As I turn around a man is standing right there in front of me, smiling in a sick evil grin, fear rising and panic coursing through my veins.  I try and move, but my feet feel like lead and I fall right to the ground.  He steps on my ankle as pain shoots up my body.  Next thing I know, he has my arms as I try to flail out of his grasp, but his strength hold me fast against his chest.  
“You are mine tonight,” he whispers into my ear.  I try and kick, but he throws me against the ground and pins me there.  “I couldn’t help but watch your breasts bounce up and down anymore without having you for myself.”

Realizing what he wants to do with me sends shivers down my spine as I freeze.  Then I feel cold steel against my chest, as the sound of ripping fills my ears.  My beasts are freed from the tight shirt as its cut off from my body, exposing the hardened nipples to this unknown freak.  Thoughts raced in my mind, “is he going to rape me, then kill me, or just cut me open and kill me.  Am I going to die?” A hard slap woke me from those thoughts as my cheek stung from the hit.

“I can’t have my bitches thinking they are allowed to wear clothing,” He angrily growled at me.

“I’m not your bitch, I am no ones bitch. Get off me….” I screamed back but was stopped. I couldn’t breathe and my chest began tightening up as I suffocated.

“You like that, you like it rough and hard bitch? Try this!”

He punched me hard in my side, pain ebbing up my ribs, sending my head spinning.  Then he tore off the velvet pants I had on, exposing my naked self to the ground and him.  Excitement and fear traded off in my head causing mixed emotions swirling in my head.  I wasn’t sure what to feel anymore.  Until he spread my legs around his waist and let go of my mouth.  Placing his rigid penis right on my lips, the sacred and untouched place fear started to leave my mind.  The hard thrust woke that fears back up as he ripped my insides and dug his nails into my breasts.  I only felt pain and I screamed in terror and pain letting everything out.  I tried to fill my lungs again, but I couldn’t then I realized I am going to die; he doesn’t want me to live.

“Fucking virgin, I am glad I get to spoil your fruit to this earth, bitch.  I am your master and I will tell you when to breathe and when not to.”
I blacked out for a second until the next hit in my abs came, this time it was harder then the one in my side.  I thought I heard something crack, but I couldn’t see strait.  I then felt him flip me over, and started fucking me in the ass.  It felt like having razor cuts from shaving, but with lemon juice used as lubricant.  He grabbed my hair and began pulling it back forcing me to ride his penis deep in me.  I just wanted to die, to feel nothing, to be un-noticed and at work.

My body took over from there, and had enough physical stimulation and an earth-riveting orgasm racked my body. “Ooooooh my GOD….” I started crying right after that, letting his pounding rub my face in the dirt of the grass.  I didn’t care anymore.  He pulled out and flipped my limp body back over.

“Oooh, I know you want this” as he jacked his cum all over my sobbing face getting some in my hair, face, and in my mouth.  He grabbed my hair and ears sitting me up and yelled to me, “Now clean it bitch!”

I pulled away and got punched in the face for it.  My lip bleed down my chin dripping onto my breasts, my cheek hurt from the abuse. “Don’t you dare give me any lip, I tell you what to do, and if you know what’s good for you, you WILL do it.”  And punched me again in the side.
I coughed and gagged, as this was the first time for me to suck on a man’s penis, sucking it for dear life.  It got harder in my mouth and he started to ram it down my throat. As he came again down my throat, I tasted this salt yet sweet substance that I never had before.  I found myself liking it.

He pulled out and put his boot on my mound, pushing down with his weight.  “Bitch you did well, I can’t wait to see you again.”  He left just as quickly as he appeared. Leaving my naked body on the lakeshore wondering what to do.  After I cried for a bit, I put on my clothes, tied my tank top and hobbled back home.  On the walk home, I found myself replaying what just happened in my mind and enjoying the torture I had just received.  Tonight was a different night then most, and one worth repeating.



Just a Walk In the Park



Lost in her own thoughts, she turned to take the shortcut through the park. If she had been thinking she wouldn’t have. Since the murders 10 years ago, no one went in the park after dark. Even though the two kids that did it were caught and sitting for life. 

A slight crackling behind her startled her out of her thoughts. Looking around she realizes where she is and feels a stab of panic. Seeing nothing around, she tries to read her watch in the light of the full moon. A slight shiver runs though her as the time registers, the witching hour. Chiding herself for being superstitious, she starts to walk a faster. Now fully aware of her surroundings, she continues. Almost through the trees, she hears the noise again. Her pulse racing, she looks around. Again seeing nothing. Shaking off her fears she continues. Not even five steps further she feels a gloved hand covering her mouth and dragging her backwards. 

She stumbling falls against a hard body. Unable to scream or even draw a breath, she panics, struggling. Only to be rewarded with a second arm snaking around her body trapping her to him. Lips are at her ear with whispered threats about silence and cooperating. These barely register in her mind as she silently curses her preoccupied mind. Realizing how much danger she is in, she starts to tremble. The husky voice chuckles in her ear, “That is more like it. You are going to be so much fun.”

She feels her head being pulled back, exposing her throat. His other hand reaches under her shirt. She knows she needs to focus and remember his face but it is hidden in the shadows as he towers over her, eyes glittering in the darkness. 

Chuckling he bites her earlobe. She cries in pain against the leather glove pushed almost in her mouth. His other hand, gloveless, has pushed aside her bra and is roughly squeezing her breast. She can feel the bruises forming. Her attention once again is drawn to his mouth as she feels him bite her neck, hard. She isn’t sure that he didn’t break the skin, as he starts nuzzling and sucking the bite. The pain is exquisite and she feels her body responding against her will. Afraid he might notice, she tries to again to struggle. Earning her another bite and chuckle. The lips returned to her ear as she is roughly pressed against him, “Careful, sweetheart, you will get me excited.” The words accentuated by the grinding of his pelvis into her. 

She gasps at the size of the hard member digging cruelly into her back. His mouth once again moves to her neck, choosing a now spot, bites down. She feels her body shudder in response, a dampness starting between her legs. She curses her body for its betrayal. 

His hand has grown bored and moved to her other breast, crushing it. Her shirt and bra pushed up around her neck almost choking her. Slowly, painfully he drags a sharp nail across the nipple. She screams into the glove as a small river of blood runs down her breast to her stomach. She feels his hand wiping up the trail. The glove is moved as bloody fingers are forced into her mouth. The lips are at her ear whispering, “See, don’t you taste good, darling?” Then the gloved gag is replaced.

Startled by the copper taste of her own blood, she hardly notices her jean shorts are ripped open with inhuman force. His hand roughly thrusts between her legs, forcing them apart. 

The low chuckle in her ear tells her he discovered her body’s betrayal. Unwilling, she arches to meet his fingers. Again she curses her body. She cries out as she feels his fingers thrust within her, her core shuddering in response. 

The whispers again, “Mmmm, see sweetness, you are all ready for me.” His thumb rhythmically strokes her hard nub while his fingers noisily work their way in her. He stops briefly to push the short and panties to the ground. Her breath coming in pants now, she struggles to regain self-control, some restraint to fight the brutal pleasure she is feeling. 

Suddenly the fingers stop. A moan escapes her mouth. She is rewarded with the now familiar chuckle, the words follow, “Step out of them, spread your legs a bit, love.” She obeys, not even thinking otherwise, only to feel him draw back a bit. Confused by the sudden breeze, she pauses. Then she feels his finger, slowly working into her ass. Thankful for the glove, she screams in pain and delight. Shuddering she feels an orgasm forming as he moves another finger into her ass. Working slowly, he uses her own juices to bring her to frenzy. Soft mewing sounds coming from her throat, she cries in pleasure as her body spasms. A disappointed sob escapes as he removes his hand. 

The chuckle and whisper again as he holds her trembling form close, “See, sweetness, only pleasure, now I have a treat for you.”

She feels the glove moved from her mouth. Knowing she will not make a sound, she allows him to remove the rest of her clothes. She feels both hands, bare, pinching her nipples and arches her back in response. His teeth find her neck again. She purrs as he reclaims her vein. One hand moves between them to undo his jeans, freeing the monster contained within. She shivers in anticipation as he lets it rest against her. Gaining her another chuckle.

He slowly turns her to face him. Then forcefully pushes her to her knees in front of him. His hands tangling in her hair bring her mouth to his cock. She instinctively puts up her hands to brace herself. Only to hear the words, no longer a whisper, “Suck it, Bitch,” as the head is forced between her lips. ”Be a good little darling and you will be rewarded.”

Then it moves towards the back of her throat, as her head is held tight. The low chuckle sounds as she gags and the pressure is let up. She slowly moves her tongue around the huge cock filling her throat, tasting it, no, savoring it. Realizing she enjoys the taste, she relaxes and lets him fuck her throat. As his cock works her mouth she feels herself close to climax again. She is rewarded with the low chuckle as she starts to suck harder, moaning in pleasure. Her hand finds its way down to stroke her pleasure. She feels his muscles tighten in her mouth and groans with pleasure as he fills her throat. Swallowing, she drenches her hand and the ground beneath. Slowly she licks and sucks every last drop from him. He strokes her hair, almost lovingly, as she cleans him with her tongue.

Almost disappointed that he is finished, she leans back on her heels, looking up at him. She steadies her quivering body, her hand on his knee. He moves his hand from her hair and starts gently stroking his still fully erect cock. Noticing the look on her face, he chuckles, the husky words “And what makes you think I am finished with you yet, little one?”

As he stands there in full glory before her, she adoringly drinks in his beauty. Tall and muscular, he has a dark brooding look to him. He smells of danger and excitement. His very nearness making her hungry, a craving to take him into every orifice over comes her. She feels her body tighten in response to her thoughts. 

She lets her gaze move upward over his muscular chest to his mouth. Lips, full almost feminine, cover teeth so perfect and sharp she craves his bite again. 

Moving further up she makes eye contact. Though it is too dark to discern the color, she gets the impression they are green. They hold her mesmerized. Hunger seems to radiate from them, giving them an almost unearthly glow. She gives in and loses herself in them. Knowing she is now his, willing to do his bidding, whatever that may be. Chuckling he breaks the gaze, allowing her to look down. 

Her eyes are drawn to where he slowly strokes himself. She feels herself growing moist again at the sight of his strong hands moving along his large cock. She finds herself moving forward to lick it again. Wanting it within her. With the chuckle he gently stops her. Drawing her up against him, he holds her tight, his chin resting on the top of her head. She is nestled against his chest, his heartbeat echoing through her. Heightening her desire. The words, “Shall we unleash the beast,” drift down to her.

She feels his hands on her face, bringing her up to meet his kiss. His mouth consumes hers. Crushing her lips, he deepens the kiss, as if trying to steal her very soul. She finds herself drifting into him. She wants him. Needing to belong to him, to be taken by him. She feels him growl, “Enough,” into her mouth.

He forcefully turns her around. Bending her at the waist, he braces her against a tree, the bark rough against her hands. She feels his cock at her entrance, hard, straining, demanding. Then slowly he enters, stretching her painfully. She moans with desire as he pauses, allowing her to become accustomed to him. At her plea, he slowly lets himself move to fill her. She feels him stretch her, relishing the pain as he touches the back of her womb. Her body contracts lightly around him, sending shivers down her spine. The pleasure pain unbearable, she cries out, her body trembling for release. He starts moving faster and harder. Fucking her as she moans with desire. She feels every vein as his rock hard cock stretches her past her limits, tearing her in two. Her blood mixes with her fluids, as he slams into her. His hands are on her hips, holding her to him, fingers bruising her as his nails cut into her flesh. Drops of blood pool briefly before running down her thighs. 

She senses his hand move, finding its way between them. He works a finger into her ass. Moving it in rhythm with his cock, he fucks her. She feels her body contract and then release. Screaming, she showers him with her come. He doesn’t even pause as he works a second and then a third finger into her, finally the forth. Her being shaking, she comes again and then a third time instantly. Her eyes roll back into her head at the intense release and she collapses unconscious against him. He laughs and allows himself to fill her with his seed. 

Withdrawing from her, he smiles to himself. Knowing he has won another human to his cause. Gently he licks clean the blood pooling from her wounds. Then dresses her, carefully slipping a business card into her pocket. He kisses her briefly, tenderly and disappears into the night. Knowing she is his forever.

With Bloody Kisses, 

C Trei



Just a Walk in the Park



Sara and Dan had been hanging out more and more the last few months becoming closer and possibly more than friends. Sara was somewhere in her late 20's, but liked younger guys, preferably just out of high school, but Dan was 22, a little old, but the two of them could hang out at the local night spots, when they weren't out walking in the park or hanging out at the local coffee shop. 

Today being Saturday, the two decided to go for a walk in the park; it was more like a long 10 mile path with lots of spots to be alone. Sara liked walking because it kept her legs, her best assets, in the best shape possible. Young, energetic, and a love of being outside describe her well. Long brown hair with beautiful brown eyes and a fantastic ass are things that Dan liked about her. 

Dan was a good looking young college stud with surfer flair, but devastating dark eyes. Sara could get lost in those eyes. 

Sunny and in the low 80's was the perfect weather for a long casual stroll and they walked hand in hand down the asphalt path. With the weather so nice, lots of other people were out as well and they were constantly getting passed by others on bikes, blades or just getting pulled in a wagon.

After awhile, Sara suggested, "Let's take a break". And they sat on a bench off to the side, not quite out of the way, but shaded nicely by a few trees. 

They sat there talking and as always, their conversation turned to sex, something both were interested in, but had yet to experience with each other. Sure they have spent some time making out, along with some heavy petting, which always left them wanting more, but with a new relationship, both were being cautious; until today.

Sara leaned over, put her arms around Dan and started planting small kisses on his neck and working her way up to his ear where she nibbled on his earlobe. "What do you think you're doing?" he grinned. 

"Just seeing if you'd like to play a little?" whispered Sara, seductively in his ear. 

"Here, right now?" Dan wasn't sure about their location, but was definitely interested and the bulge in his shorts told Sara, she had his attention.

"We could find someplace a little more secluded" she said, as she got up grabbed his hand and continued down the path. The park passed through some fairly secluded sections, over and under bridges and over small streams with the occasional side path diverting off to small secluded areas.

Sara picked a path she had walked her dog on before and knew it wasn't traveled too much. It had a nice secluded spot where she and Dan could make out without too much of a chance of being seen. 

As they walked they talked some more, something Sara seemed to do a lot of, not that it's a bad thing, she was just very talkative, something Dan really enjoyed about her.

Sara stopped under a tree at a secluded spot and pulled Dan into her, kissing him hard and feeling the bulge in his shorts push against the wetness in her shorts, eliciting a small moan from her lips. She pulled him tighter against her, grinding her pussy against him and sliding her tongue deep into his mouth. 

Dan knew that they were moving into new territory as Sara allowed him to kiss his way down her neck While unbuttoning her shirt slightly, he licked his way to her perky right nipple. Both nipples were hard and since Sara didn't wear a bra this afternoon they were both aching for some attention. Dan sucked and nibbled on her right nipple before switching and sucking on her left one. Sara's hand found the back of Dan's head and pulled him tighter into her breasts. 

"That feels great," she said, "but you know what I'd really like?" asked Sara, as she looked down at Dan with her beautiful brown eyes. 

Not really knowing, because they had never gone this far before, Dan had to ask, "What?"

"Just keep kissing your way down and you'll get there," she grinned.

Dan pulled her shirt up and flicked his tongue around her belly button. Smoothing his hands slowly up her legs, he found that she didn't have any panties on underneath her shorts, or if she did, they were a thong, because his hands were on her firm ass in no time. 

Dan looked up at her with those dark sexy eyes, wondering if he should keep going and as if reading his mind, Sara whispered "keep going, you're almost there." 

Dan pulled down the front of her shorts and found a small white thong; pulling her shorts down to her ankles he could see how excited and wet she was. He slowly licked his way up her lips over the thong and brought his hands up to pull them down. 

Pulling them down Dan saw Sara's pussy for the very first time. "Wow, you have a beautiful little pussy" he said as he parted her lips and dipped his tongue in deep, causing Sara to gasp. 

Pushing her legs apart slightly, Dan was able to suck and nibble on her lips while pushing two fingers up into her, causing more soft moans of pleasure. As he fucked her pussy with his fingers, he started to suck and flick her clit from side to side. 

It felt fantastic and she squealed quietly, trying hard not to draw any unwanted attention. "God that feels great! That's it, suck it, suck it hard!" was all she could get out. 

Sara had been with other guys, but Dan really knew how to give a girl pleasure with his tongue, and she couldn't wait to repay the act with some oral gratification of her own. 

Dan increased the tempo of his fingers and nibbled on her clit. Sara just reached down and pushed his head tighter against her box as the first little waves of pleasure started. 

Sucking hard on her clit, she came, grunting slightly as he continued to pump his fingers into her and lap at her juices as it ran down her slit. Dan placed his tongue flat at the bottom of her lips and slowly licked up to her clit one final time. 

Grinning from ear to ear, she looked down at his glistening face all wet with her juice as he sucked her moisture off his fingers.

"That was a first", Dan chuckled.

"Well, get ready for another first," replied Sara as she pulled him up and shoved him against the tree, while quickly getting on her knees. 

Dan and Sara had discussed oral sex before and Sara had always said she was good at, or at least that's what she had been told and the fact of the matter was, she really enjoyed giving head, even more than receiving it.

Dan was ready to explode as Sara reached up and slowly rubbed his bulging dick through his shorts. She slid the zipper down and reaching in was able to release his throbbing cock. 

Sara loved the sight of a hard penis with its glistening purple head and beautiful shaft. She wrapped her hand around Dan's dick and slowly stroked him, causing a small release of pre-cum and a quiet little "ohhhh yeah" to come from her young stud. 

Still holding him in her hand she licked his head clean, then sucked just the tip into her mouth, where she swirled her tongue all around. 

Dropping her hand to his balls, she took all of him deep into her mouth, back to her throat and sucked as she pulled off his dick, slowly. 

Looking up, she saw Dan's eyes closed in pure pleasure as she licked up and down the sides of his shaft, while slowly stroking him, making sure to keep him right there, right on the edge. 

Sara opened her mouth again and slowly worked her way back down over his cock until he was again fully engulfed in her hot, wet mouth. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth and knew he was close to giving her what she really desired. She fucked his cock with her mouth with long slow strokes while cupping his balls in her left hand. 

Sara began sucking harder, until she felt his balls tighten and the first splash of cum hit the back of her throat. She continued to milk Dan's cock until he was finished and she had swallowed the last drop of his cum. 

Pulling his cock out of her mouth, she cleaned him off and gently placed him back into his shorts, stood and gave Dan a quick kiss on the cheek. "Let's go see what other firsts we can do today" she chimed as she headed back for the main path. 

Dan just stood there watching her sexy ass sway as she skipped off, smiling to himself. He knew there was more exploration and fun to be had this weekend. 



Just a Walk in the Park



Kathy was a young submissive in search for her perfect Dom. In her attempts to find him, she had filled out her profile on an adult sex dating site. She was quite new at all of this, but felt there was something missing in her life.

Within a week of posting her profile, Kathy received hundreds of e-mails. Mostly from married men that wanted a one night stand. There were the few that wanted her to become the Dominant and the rest wanted her to call them Sir and telling her what they would do to her.

Kathy wasn't looking for a 24/7 lifestyle, nor was she looking for a liar or a cheat. She was however, looking to explore her own sexuality. Her life up to now consisted of only vanilla sex. While filling out the sexual checklist on her profile, this only confirmed just what a mundane life she had led. Kathy even had to look up some of the activities just to learn what they were.

It was April fools day of all days when Kathy read an e-mail that read, "Hey Scorpio." Within a couple sentences and a grin on her face, Kathy knew that she was in trouble. 

Kathy read his profile and was attracted to the picture he had posted. She found that he was a writer of erotica and began to read the sexual exploits of this Bohemian. The stories scared her, intrigued her and made extremely horny. She totally could see herself as some of the characters in his short stories.

Day after day, the e-mails were exchanged between the two of them. It was the highlight of her day just to see that Rick had sent a simple good morning. Soon they were talking on the phone to all hours of the morning and this led to the to of them finally meeting.

Rick and Kathy lived 122 miles away from one another, but that didn't stop the two of them from seeing each other every chance they could.

There were so many things Kathy had not explored. With Rick, she felt that maybe, all things were possible. She was very spirited, and somewhat of a tease but she knew what she wanted. That was someone she could respect, look up to, feel needed, and be safe. Kathy was looking for a teacher as well as a lover. The first instance that Rick had pushed Kathy's limits was only a week after they first met. The two of them were watching a porn movie Rick had just received in the mail. Kathy had never seen a porno before and wanted to do everything that they did in the movie. This soon changed as the seen in the movie changed to anal. Kathy had heard horror stories about anal from her friends, but had also read that it gave the best orgasms. To Kathy, this was still an exit only.

Rick introduced Kathy to some of his toys early in their relationship. This was something that she had never experienced. She could only remember once in her entire life that she had experienced an orgasm, and that was shallow at best.

Rick was very patient with Kathy in her early stages of submission. It's not that she didn't want to try new things, but it was the unknown that frightened her. 

With the DVD anal scene still on pause, Rick instructed Kathy to lay in her back on the floor so that she could still view the TV. Kathy laid there naked, with her legs spread wide looking at the woman on the TV being taken in her forbidden hole. How could she, Kathy thought.

Kathy heard Rick open the special briefcase full of all her toys. There were just so many. From never had any in her life before, it was overwhelming. Rick had only introduced her to the Ben Wa balls, a vibrating egg and a small six inch vibe.

She loved the feeling of Rick sliding the vibe between her lips and the sensation of the Ben Wa balls clicking against one another deep inside of her. Still, there was a small problem. Every time Kathy would near an orgasm, she would become voice tress and kick Rick away before she would let go completely.

Rick positioned himself between Kathy's beautiful legs. Her pussy still glistened and her lips slightly swollen from her wetness earlier. As he propped her knees up, Kathy could hear a quiet vibrating sound and soon felt he sensation against her labia.

"Now hold still," Rick said as he eased the vibrating egg between her lips and pushed it in with his middle finger.

"Do you like this?"

"Mmmm, oh yes," Kathy said.

Rick lubed a medium sized jelly anal plug. "Just relax, okay?"

"Okay," Kathy said hesitantly.

Rick re-hit the pause button on the DVD player and Kathy's attention immediately went to the screen. She watched as the man pulled out of her completely, then reinserted his massive cock. With the woman's moans of pleasure, Kathy felt a slight pressure on her little hole. "Noooo!"

"Shhhh, just relax."

Instead of relaxing, Kathy tightened her forbidden hole, but she was no match for Rick and the lubed plug.

"Watch the movie," Rick said as he gently eased the plug in and out just the first inch of the plug.

Kathy tried to watch the TV, but her attention was interrupted as Rick began to lick and tease her clit and pull slightly on the wire to the vibrating egg. As Rick sucked hard on her clit, he buried the anal plug all the way to the base.

"No!" Kathy screamed as she felt the violation of her virgin ass. She was more startled than anything realizing that the plug that was deep inside of her not only didn't hurt, but it was though she wanted more.

As Rick continued to lick Kathy faster and faster, she felt herself building inside like never before. The pressure of the plug combined with the vibration of the egg and Rick's continuous lapping of her juices was becoming too much for her to handle.

"Rick, Rick... Ohhh."

"You want that plug deeper?" Rick asked as he pushed on the soft plug.

"Yes...No! Rick, no, no, stop, stop... STOP!" Kathy yelled at the top of her voice.

She began to kick uncontrollably pulling at the egg wire and the plug until both were removed and Rick was out of reach.

Kathy finally lay quietly with her hands between her legs. Realizing that she had kicked Rick numerous times, she looked up at him with those big green eyes, "I'm sorry."

"I know you are babe, but you know that I will have to punish you for that, right? You could be capable of such powerful orgasms if you would just let yourself go... and no more yelling," Rick said with a smile.

Feeling guilty for her outbursts, Kathy knelt in front of Rick and took his cock in her mouth and sucked hard while stroking her hands around his hard shaft. It took no time at all for Rick's knees to get weak and explode in Kathy's mouth. She loved the taste of his cum and swallowed all that she could while looking up at him for his approval.

The following weekend, Kathy and Rick decided to go to Copper Falls, a State Park in Wisconsin. It was a beautiful spring morning in May when they arrived at the park. There were only two other vehicles in the parking lot as they pulled in.

Kathy's interest in photography and nature and a long cold winter prompted this outing on such a beautiful day. Rick grabbed the 35mm and the camera bag and they proceeded on one of the nature trails. The trail they had chose was 1.7 miles long and overlooked the Bad river and Copper and Brownstone falls.

The trails were well maintained and were lined with wooden fences along the overlooks. At the overlook near the cascades, Rick grabbed Kathy by the hand and led her up a small hill to a little plateau. 

Off the beaten path, Rick kissed Kathy softly, "I want you, right here."

Kathy looked around and whispered, "There's too many people."

"I thought that you might feel that way," Rick said as he grabbed the hand cuffs from his camera bag. He quickly cuffed Kathy's left wrist and led her to a small Birch tree. He wrapped her arms around the tree and secured the other cuff.

Kathy wanted to cry out, but she could see people down below her on the trail and she was somewhat in shock of what Rick was doing. 

"Rick?" Kathy whispered.

"Remember when you cried out and kicked me?"

"Yes."

"This is your punishment."

"Rick... no," Kathy said softly.

"Smile," Rick said as he took a couple pictures of Kathy helplessly attached to the tree.

Rick walked up close behind Kathy. He unbuttoned her shorts and undid the short zipper. 

Kathy wanted to fight, and scream out, but there was something about this that was turning her on.

Rick slid Kathy's shorts to the ground and began to unbutton her blouse. He fondled her breasts until he nipples were hard. He then took a couple more pics as she stood there in her panties and her blouse completely undone.

Kathy felt herself getting wet as Rick tugged on her panties until the fell around her ankles.

"Step out of them," Rick said as he slapped Kath's bare bottom lightly. "I want you to spread your legs for me, wide."

Kathy did what she was told as she stood there almost totally naked about 50 feet from the people below. She could see the people walk by through the trees and brush and could only hope that they couldn't see her.

Rick's hand pushed hard between her legs rubbing her lips and spreading her ass cheeks apart. "You are so wet."

She couldn't disagree with the fact that she was turned on. She had never had sex in public, and that Rick was taking pictures of her helpless body outdoors so close to all these people made her just ache fo Rick's touch.

It wasn't long before she felt Rick's touch as he knelt between her legs and parted her swollen lips with his tongue. She grabbed the small tree and pushed herself towards him as he buried his face.

Kathy bit her tongue trying not to cry out. She was totally helpless to all of Rick's advances including thrusting two of his fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

Rick pulled out his fingers slowly and offered the sweet juices to Kathy as she stood there already out of breath. As she licked and sucked off his fingers, Rick thrust his cock deep into Kathy's dripping pussy.

Matching every thrust, Kathy pushed hard against Rick's hips until he slowly pulled out. "Rick, don't stop," Kath whispered.

She felt his cock again part her lips, then slide up to her forbidden hole. Again and again Rick parted her wet lips, then eased upwards until he began to push his way past her tightness.

"No, Rick, please, ow, no, no." Kathy whispered loudly.

She felt his hard cock open her wide and slide in slowly. "Ow."

"Shhhhhhhh..."

With the sight and sound of people close by, Kathy gave in to Rick fully. His cock was deep inside of he tight ass and was easing in and out slowly. The pain quickly left and was replaced by a deep feeling of pleasure. She wanted Rick, all of him.

Rick grabbed her tits as he took he fully, stroke after stroke. She met her strokes wildly until she felt herself building inside.

"Stop Rick. Stop, stop, stop, Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Kathy lost all control of her bodily functions as she gushed all over Rick. She also realized that her last outburst was loud enough to catch a couples attention. Watching this, Rick pulled out and came over Kathy's back and ass.

The couple pointed up at the hill and laughed, grabbed each other's hand and moved on.

Busted, Rick quickly pulled up his pants and fumbled with the keys to Kathy's handcuffs. Kathy just knelt there leaning on the small tree. She was weak and still shaking from the intense orgasm that she had just experienced.

After regaining her composure, Kath got dressed, wrapped her arms around Rick and hugged him tight. "I love you."

Rick smiled and kissed Kath softly, I love you too babe."

Rick and Kathy began to explore more of the state parks in Wisconsin. Only 72 left.