0 comments/ 82682 views/ 2 favorites Look At Me By: MasterBate Sarah was twenty-eight, she had always loved to flash herself off to men at every opportunity but for some reason just lately she had become more daring. She was deliberately showing herself in more and more dangerous places, the train in rush hour, outside night clubs, and in the middle of crowded dance foors, to name just a few. Sarah had a great figure, her boobs were a healthy 34b, her toned torso was due to gym trips twice a week, her ass while being round was also firm, her hair was cut in a shoulder length bob, and was a natural reddish-brown. Sarah insisted on wearing revealing clothes whenever, and wherever, she could. She worked in an office full of men and loved to go without knickers, giving all who were sneaky enough to glance down a full view of her pussy, as she usually sat with her legs open. The following chapters document a three week period in her life which some people took it upon themselves to do more than just look. While in the past Sarah had just been a tease, she revelled in the opportunity to please also. Some of the lads in Sarah's office had noticed the change in her as she became more daring, they wondered just how much she would show given the opportunity. Jerry had an idea, there was an amateur night at the local strip club, if they could persuade her into entering that then they get to see all she had to offer. Frank knew Sarah well, and decided the best way to get her to enter was to suggest, firstly, that she didnt have the bottle to enter, he knew this would wind her up, she hated to be challenged, and secondly she wouldnt win anyway, she wouldnt dare go as far as another girl to win. She had gotten down to the club to enter by the next day, she taunted the guys that they wouldn't be able to watch without coming in their pants, they didnt doubt that, that was what they were hoping. Amateur night arrived soon after and they all tripped down to the club to get a good seat. As Sarah waited for her turn to strip, she couldn't help but feel nervous, she had flirted like mad with the guys, she had flashed at most of them, but now here she was about to show everything to them. She decided to go out front and watch the other entrants while she waited, she was seventh of eight, she wanted to get some tips, while she thought she was a good dancer, she had never stripped for any guy before, let alone a room full. The first girl to come on stage was a tiny blonde thing, she couldn't have been more than nineteen, she was a little overweight but knew how to dance. All the time she danced, she kept her eyes on a fella in the front seat, obviously her boyfriend, he seemed to be egging her on to get more raunchy, she dispossed of her clothes cautiously, ending up totally naked but keeping her pussy covered with her hand till the end, finally flashing it as the song ended. She got a round of applause but Sarah knew she had no chance of winning, she wouldn't have to do much to beat that tame strip. The second and third girls were pretty much the same, only revealing everything at the last moment before fleeing off stage to rounds of applause. The forth and fifth girls were much more daring, getting naked within the first few minutes of their ten minute time limit, the fifth girl, called Amy, was about twenty-four or five, she bent over during her routine, spreading her ass cheeks, giving all the guys a view of her spread pussy before inserting a finger in herself, turning and dipping it in her mouth, again twirling round, and sitting on the end of the stage letting the front two rows have a good look at her open pussy, she dipped a finger in again before letting a guy from my office lick her finger clean of her juices. Hell, She'd just upped the stakes, I now knew I'd have to be real kinky to win this now, I just hoped the girl before me didn't up the stakes anymore. As Amy left the stage she got a thunderous applause, Frank, from my office, lent over me and said he hoped I had the intention of winning this, I assured him I had, 'Don't worry, I'm not gonna let a cheap tart like that beat me!' I cood in his ear. The last girl before me was about my age, she had short dark hair, and a nice pair of 36d's, she got straight into being naked and teased the guys near the stage by bending over right at the edge, allowing to virtually tuch her pussy, while being just out of reach. I had to laugh as I could see the guys all getting worked up at her teasing, I knew now that I could win this, I was in the mood. She eventually let one guy run his tongue up to her pussy, before stepping away moving along to the next one, who let a finger push itself into her pussy as he licked, she let him have a little longer, but all too soon she moved on, she let five guys touch her before her time was up, and she left to an even bigger round of applause than the prevoius girl. I dived backstage now to get ready for my turn. I came out on stage to an almost deafening version of Allanah Miles' 'Black Velvet', I pranced right to the front of the stage, beneath me were all the guys from the office, I teased them by starting my strip at the table further over, keeping only my side and back to them as I slipped out of my dress, knickers and bra. I was naked before even half of the first song was over though, and shimmied my way back to them, giving them all an unobstructed view of my body as I turned before them, opening my legs and spreading my ass cheeks. As the next song fired into life, I again went to another table, setting myself down in front of one guy, letting him paw at my pussy, as another touched my tits, I knew now I could win this, I went back over to the guys, as the last song was starting, letting them all hav e a good grope of me, lettin the youngest, Simon, actually slip a finger into my now gooey pussy, I laid back on the stage as Geoff slipped his tongue up my pussy, and I had a guy either side licking on my tits. Just I was getting into it, the music stopped and I had to get up and leave the stage. I got a thunderous applause and actually won the competition. The night didn't end there though. and if you wanna find out what happened when we all returned to Geoff's house, you will have to wait. Or send me an email and I might just post that as well. Written by MasterBate around June 2001. Look at Me! "So, I hear that you want to fuck me?" Clara said with a sneer. "Well..." I began, unsure just how to respond. "Erm." I finished pithily. She shook her head in obvious disgust. "No chance." she spat, emphasizing the point by crushing her cigarette in the ashtray. Shaking her head again, she turned and walked haughtily back inside the bar. I stood on my own feeling humiliated and somewhat betrayed. The whole scene had come about as a result of my explicit conversation, last Friday night, with Clara's best friend: : * * * * "I bet you'd love to fuck Clara over that table right now wouldn't you?" her friend had said with a conspiratorial whisper. The large, wooden table she referred to, formed part of the smokers seating area that lay just outside the bar. Her question aroused me, even though (if truth be told) I had no obsessive desire to do what she had suggested: It was the friend's proximity to me, her warm breath in my ear and the graphic nature of her words that excited me. "Yeah, but I bet you'd love to watch." I responded with equal salaciousness, savouring the feel of her T shirt hugged breasts as they pressed against my chest. She didn't respond immediately, but after a long pause, pushed even closer so my right leg was now held lightly between her thighs. "That's something for you jerk off to." she purred. "Later tonight, when your all alone in bed, you can cream yourself thinking of fucking Carla while I watch." The tone of her whisper changed; it had a breathlessness to it. I leant forwards slightly, till the top of my thigh lay nestled against her crotch. I looked in to her eyes. At that point the spell was broken: We were interrupted by other drinkers, who like us, had left the bar to loiter in the night air, each needing their nicotine fix. I didn't manage to talk to her again that night, but did follow her prick-teasing advice and later on, masturbated feverishly in bed. Yet, as my lurid fantasy came to an end, it wasn't Clara I imagined writhing beneath my cum spraying cock, but her dirty-minded friend. * * * * But that same dirty-minded friend had, at some point during the week, revealed to Clara that I wanted to fuck her. So I stood there, in the warm summer evening, embarrassed by Clara's harsh rejection and now wishing I'd kept my stupid mouth shut. An hour or so later, I had returned to the bar and was talking to my non-smoking pals, when the 'tale tell' girl walked up to me: "Can we go outside for a talk?" she asked nervously. I agreed with a surly nod and, noticing a disapproving stare from the watching Carla, followed her friend to the smoking area where, facing each other, we sat down. With a slightly shaking hand, she lit a cigarette and looked self-consciously down at the table. "I'm sorry about the 'Clara' thing." she said breathing out a great lungful of smoke. "I only told her you wanted to fuck her because I thought it was kinda sexy." I remained silent. "I didn't know she'd get all weird about it." she added plaintively. Once again we were interrupted by the appearance of a small number of nicotine starved drinkers. "Lets walk." I said. She followed me into a large manicured garden that lay beyond our table. The hazy moonlit night swallowed us up as we strolled through the lush grass. "I feel so guilty about it." she continued. "I didn't want to hurt you." I sat down on an old bench that lay tucked away in a tree shrouded corner of the garden. She sat next to me, so close that our arms were touching. I could tell she was genuinely sorry and had not set out to be deliberately vindictive. "It's ok, I forgive you." I said with a shrugging sigh. "Good." she said and pushed herself more firmly against me. We sat in silence for a couple of tip-toeing minutes, the distant smokers chatter, softened and muffled by the humid air. Eventually, her right hand rested upon my thigh. "Did you think about Clara and me later on that night?" she asked. "Sort of." I replied slowly. "More about you than her." "Oh." she said, her hand closing more tightly over my thigh, "I hope I made you cum." "Yes you did." I ran my hand along her own thigh, dragging the short, pink skirt up to expose her panties. "I thought about you that night as well." she said shakily. Then, licking her lips and discarding the cigarette, she added: "Let me apologize properly." In one swift movement she dropped to the damp ground and knelt between my legs. Smiling wickedly, she undid my belt. "When you jerked yourself off, what exactly were you thinking about?" she asked coyly and dragged a finger nail down the zip of my jeans. I hesitated for a second before answering.. "I imagined cumming all over your face and tits." "Oh, my poor little breasts!" she squealed in mock dismay whilst glancing down her own low cut top. "But, I suppose they deserve to be humiliated after what I told Carla." My jeans stretched tautly from my cock's need to reach her. She leant forward and closed her teeth over the bulge, dragging them back and forth across the restraining material. Searching for a firmer contact, I ground my crotch against her mouth, and in answer to my urging, she began to bite down harder as the denim rubbed roughly against her face. Impatient for her lips on my cock, I unzipped my fly and pulled myself free. "Do you want me to kiss it?" she asked as my stiffening prick flopped in front of her face. I nodded, stricken dumb with heart pounding anticipation. Looking in to my eyes, she licked her lips again and softly kissed the very tip of my cock. She drew back slightly, a shining thread of pre-cum hanging between us. "Can I kiss it again please?" she teased. The clear strand braking as she spoke and falling upon her chin. In an unspoken reply, I curled my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her mouth towards my rock hard phallus. "Ohh!" she exclaimed in affected innocent surprise and then kissed me once again . This time she didn't draw back, but kept her full lips spread over my cock-head. Her teeth remained closed, even though my insistent hand tried to force her further down my shaft. "Suck it!" I ordered in frustration. Immediately her teeth parted and my tool slipped smoothly into her warm mouth. With her hands caressing my thighs and a flicking tongue sliding around my cock, she eagerly served my needs. "Oh God." I groaned as she moved her hair to one side; allowing a graphic view of both my deeply buried manhood and the drool spilling from her bottom lip. So rapt was I in watching myself fuck her mouth , that I barely noticed the sound of a snapping twig somewhere to my left. She took me from her mouth and ran a teasing finger tip across my cock-head before bringing it slowly down my saliva coated length. "Do you like seeing your prick in my mouth?" she asked, breathing hard. "Yes." I croaked. "Does it make you want to cum? "Yes." I repeated, my voice more assured now. "Make you want to cum all over my slut face and tits?" Her voice was strong and loud; challenging even. Oh God yes." I begged. Softly stroking my near to bursting cock, she raised herself into a semi-crouched position, and brought her face to mine. She kissed me; I could taste the intoxicating musk of my own sex in her mouth. While our tongues entwined, her gentle, feather-light fingertips teased my cock, denying me the firm touch I yearned for. With one hand still holding the back of her neck, I cupped the other over her crotch, feeling the warm dampness leak through the panties onto my palm. Braking off our kiss, she moaned and swore as I rubbed at her panty covered clit with the ball of my hand. Her rising arousal expressed itself further when her fingers encircled me and her wet fist ran vigorously up and down my rod. In response to her pistoning hand, I bucked wildly on the bench, causing it to creak in complaint. She brought her quivering lips to my ear: "We're being watched." she said in a hushed groan. I looked to my left and, behind a couple of low hung branches, glimpsed the bright red glow of an inhaled cigarette. My hand froze on her crotch; conversely, her hard jerking hand sped up. "No." she pleaded quietly. "Please don't stop!". Inspired by her brazeness, I forced two fingers past the juice soaked panties and plunged them into her ready hole. She gasped at the sudden penetration and her straining legs began to shake. "Oh yes, finger my little pussy!" she called loudly: Loud enough for our voyeur to hear. My searching, fingers curled into her and quickly found that slightly raised sweet spot, brining yet another involuntary gasp. As my hand fucked her cunt, she hitched up her skirt, pulled her T shirt over her head and, with unconcerned abandon, cast it away on to the grass. Her white breasts bounced briefly in my face before she let go of my cock, stood erect and grabbed hold of her exposed tits: She squeezed hard, squashing the pliant flesh and jutting nipples between her fingers. With deliberate intent she turned her gaze to the figure hidden behind the tree's branches. "I want you to cum." she said, her words obviously directed towards the furtive watcher. In an erotic, exaggerated display, she gyrated herself on my dripping fingers and clit rubbing thumb. We both knew the diffused moonlight gave our viewer the illumination needed to clearly see her obscene dance of pleasure and lust. She mewled in growing desire as her finger-tips tugged more roughly at her nipples and her pornographic hip-swaying increased. I could feel she was so close to cumming over my hand. With hurried urgency she suddenly dropped to her knees and I, knowing what she wanted, stuffed my cock back in to her panting mouth. The semi-naked exhibitionist took it hungrily; gurgling and moaning upon my deep, rapid thrusts. One of her hands lay wraped firmly around the base of my shaft while the other fucked noisily at her swollen pussy "I wanna cum on you." I cried. She pulled back and offered herself to my loaded cock. "Humiliate me!" she ordered while still frantically abusing her sex. I heard a high-pitched whimper from amongst the dark trees as, feeling the torrent coursing along my length, I aimed myself at the expectant girl kneeling before me. "Oh fuck." I breathed and spurted a great jet of spunk into that sweet face. She flinched at the suddenness of my ejaculation, but then opened her mouth to capture what she could of my next sprayed assault. A second white arc splashed over her face and parted lips, then another and another, obscuring her features in long streaks of shaming cum. Using my tensed thighs for leverage, she pulled her self up to let my final spasms defile her proud nipples and breasts. As I collapsed in the seat, I watched her fall back upon the ground; spread open her pale legs and continue to masturbate furiously . "Oh yes. Oh yes." she intoned through cum covered lips. The prone girl soon reached her craved for Nirvana and cried out in ecstasy. She arched her back and clamped those moon-tanned thighs tightly around her hand. In unison with her release, a rhythmic gasping moan drifted out from beyond the trees, eerily accompanying the writhing and semen soaked form before me. "Look at me! Look at me!" my lover wailed to the onlooker; her pleading words almost inaudible, so lost was she in the exquisite shame of her displayed orgasm. As she lay on the ground with her skirt bunched up around her waist, I got on my hands and knees and crawled over her; kissing the cum adorned breasts as I progressed. I revelled in the sight of her spattered face and in the taste of my own salty juices. She grinned up at me, then giggled before wiping my spunk from her face and cleaning her sticky hands on the grass. I 'helped' by running my own hands over her tits, smearing the musky cum into her supple skin. We kissed; she smelt so strongly of me that my cock twitched back to life. "C'mon," she laughed, sensing my returning arousal. "Let's get back; or everyone will wonder what I've been doing." "Somebody definately knows what you've been doing." I said. She blushed and bit at her lower lip. I kissed her one more time and reluctantly picked up her T shirt. After putting it back on she straightened her crumpled skirt and we began to make our way back towards the bar. "God, It's gonna be obvious to everyone, I absolutely stink of your spunk!" she said sniffing her palms. "Yes you do." I replied playfully, savouring the pungent smell. The grass stained skirt as well as several tell-tale drops of cum still nestled in her hair, would also show one and all just what a bad girl she had been. As we passed the outstretched and now vacated branches of our watcher's tree, I took out my lighter to search the ground. A barely smoking filter lay amongst the damp pine cones. I picked it up and smiling, showed her the discarded tip. "Pink lipstick?" I said with a raised eyebrow "Carla!" she exclaimed. Look at Me When yet another set of batteries died she decided that she'd had enough. It wasn't just her sex life that was dull and deficient, her entire married life was drab, dreary and monotonous, and she wanted out. She'd married when still young and inexperienced, wasted eleven years, and that was as far as she was prepared to go. Sex with Larry was limited to a basic shag about once a week, and basic did mean basic. For him it was a case of fondle one breast, thirty seconds, fondle the other, thirty seconds, grope between her legs to find the entrance, twenty seconds, roll aboard, insert cock, thrust in and out accompanied by frenzied grunting, sixty seconds, ram cock in hard and shoot cum, fifteen seconds, lie panting, twenty seconds, quick kiss and roll over, five seconds. It almost took Jenny longer to wipe her pussy with tissue and rearrange her nightie than it did for Larry to fuck her. And as for an orgasm, well she had to rely on either her fingers or on Bugs, her wampant wabbit vibrator, to do that job. There was a simple choice. She could either leave him or buy shares in Duracell, and leaving him looked to be the best option. She sighed, made her decision and set about the mechanics of starting over. Telling Larry of her decision had been strangely easy, but he had not reacted well, giving her until the end of the week to leave if she didn't want all her belongings burned. He meant it too. She had a little money, but not enough to set up on properly on her own, and yet she urgently needed a base, somewhere to live until a divorce settlement could be arranged, with or without Larry's cooperation. She rang her sister, seeking advice and, if possible, ideas as to what to do next. Susan rang back within the hour. "Right." Susan told Jenny imperiously. "It's all arranged. You will go and stay with Kat and Adam. They're two very good friends of mine and they've plenty of room, and Larry won't find you there unless you want him to." "But they don't know me, how can I expect to impose on strangers?" "They won't be strangers if you live with them, now will they?" Susan had logic all of her own. Kat and Adam, Katherine and Adam Machin to give them their full names, both turned out to be attractive, vivacious, happy go lucky thirty-somethings with infectious laughter. Kat was dark haired, tall and rangy, slim almost to the point of thin, and very attractive. Adam was big and outdoorsy, a wild mop of straw coloured hair over a tanned face and bulging biceps, but still equipped with the same sympathetic ears as his wife. Within thirty minutes of meeting them Jenny was sitting at their kitchen table drinking coffee and telling then all her woes as if she'd known them for years, while they nodded their understanding and interposed perceptive but non-judgemental comments. They called a spade a spade and left digging implements to the glossy magazines. Jenny liked them instantly. "Right, I've got things to do." Adam stood up and turned to Kat. "Can you sort Jenny out with her room? It'll have to be the one next to us, I hope she won't mind." "Why would I mind?" Jenny asked, as the door closed behind Adam. Kat giggled a little. "Because the walls are a bit thin and I'm not known for my silence at certain moments." "What moments?" Then the light dawned. "Oh, I see! No, I might be jealous but I won't mind." They climbed the stairs carrying Jenny's suitcases between them, Kat showing Jenny to her bedroom where they dropped the suitcases on the floor with a certain amount of relief. Jenny looked around, opening and closing her fingers to ease the effects of her luggage. The room was bright and welcoming, not too cluttered, but not Spartan either. It was just the sort of room she felt she could soon put her own stamp on and make her own. She was still contemplating what she wanted to do to it, when Kat spoke again. "Look." She began, and then stopped gain. "Look, you know I said I can be noisy at times?" Jenny nodded, not sure where this was going. "Well, if you hear noises when Adam's out, it doesn't mean I've got a lover." "I wouldn't think it did, and even if it did, it wouldn't be any of my business." She still wasn't quite sure where Kat was leading. Kat cleared her throat. "I might as well tell you, 'cos you'll only hear me. I like to do it on my own, you know, play with myself. And when I do I often fantasize and then I yell out when I cum." "That's all right, I'm not always silent either." Jenny tried to ease her new landlady's embarrassment. "And I like to masturbate sometimes too." She smiled wryly. "In fact, that has been my main source of fun for a while." "Yes, but I can be very explicit." Kat was colouring slightly. "I sometimes say out loud what I'm fantasising about doing, and sometimes I yell out the name of who I'm pretending to be with. I've always been like that and I can't stop it, no matter who might hear me." "Ah." Jenny understood. "That's why I might think you've got a lover." Don't worry, I'll realize what's happening now." She thought about it briefly. "Doesn't it bother you that people know what you're doing?" Kat shrugged. "Not really, It used to, but then everybody does it, don't they?" "It wouldn't bother me, either." Jenny acknowledged, adding without thinking. "I'd love to go further than that anyway." Kat looked at her sharply. "Further?" Jenny realised what she'd said and went red, staring at the carpet in confused embarrassment. She nodded mutely, vainly hoping Kat would let it go. "How do you mean." Jenny blushed deeper, trapped into admitting her number one fantasy. "I'd love to have people watch me masturbate." She whispered the answer, still looking at the floor and still blushing. Kat looked hard at her, not sure she'd heard what she thought she'd heard. "I'm sorry, Jen, I didn't hear what you said." "To have people watch me play with myself until I cum." This time Jenny looked directly at Kat and spoke defiantly loud. "Really?" Kat beamed at Jenny's words. "Me too. I love doing that." "Honestly? You've done it?" Jenny reacted with surprise and relief, immediately feeling her pussy responding. "Yes, twice, and it gave me a kick both times." "Tell me about it." The words came out impulsively, to be immediately regretted. "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." "No, I don't mind. What would you like me to tell you?" "Tell me about the first time. If you're sure." "Ok. Well the first time was about five years ago, we were out in the Lake District, halfway up a hill on a brilliantly hot summer's day. The hill was steep and I was in need of a rest, so I sat down on the grass and let Adam do the last half mile on his own. I mean, you've seen him, half a mile up a forty-five degree slope is nothing to him, but it would knacker me. In any case I wasn't really dressed for it, all I'd got on was a summer skirt and blouse and ordinary shoes. So off he went and I lay back to sunbathe. Now, I must admit I was feeling rather horny, what with the heat of the sun and so on, and somehow my hand worked its way under my waistband and into my knickers. Don't look at me like that, you know how it is." Jenny was regarding Kat with a certain amount of skepticism. "So you were halfway up a hill, out in the open, on your own with your hand in your knickers. Didn't you feel a bit... I don't know... vulnerable?" "I suppose I should have done, but there was nobody around and it was so peaceful, so all it did was give me a bit of an extra thrill. But wait a minute, 'cos I haven't told you the rest. It gets better.' 'I started to get really randy, so I took a quick look around and there was nobody anywhere, so I took my skirt off, then whipped off my panties and lay with my legs wide open. I knew there was nobody watching, but just exposing myself like that gave me one hell of a buzz.' 'It wasn't long before I was well gone, eyes closed and my fingers working my clit like mad. Then I started fingering myself, pushing two fingers in and out and at the same time squeezing one of my tits. Of course my blouse and bra got in the way then, so off they came too and I was stark bloody naked on a barren hillside in the middle of one of England's best known National Parks, with no trees or bushes or anything for miles around to hide behind in case anybody turned up. Not that I expected them to, Adam had gone out of sight and there was not another soul to be seen.' 'Of course what happened then was that my imagination took over and I with my eyes closed I pretended that there was another woman at the side of me doing exactly the same thing, and that I was watching her while she was watching me. God, did that make me hot. So in my head I'm watching this woman's fingers going in and out of one very wet pussy, while in real life mine were doing exactly the same thing. You can imagine, it wasn't long before I felt myself getting ready to cum." Jenny felt a bit put out because Kat was describing a make-believe incident, while she had confessed to wanting the real thing. It was a bit embarrassing. "Oh, I thought you meant that you really had done it with somebody watching." "Wait a bit, I haven't told you all of it yet." Kat admonished her. "Now, back to the story. I didn't want to stop picturing that woman, so I made myself last as long as I possibly could, taking my fingers away every time I got too close to cumming and changing from clit to cunt regularly. The result was that both me and my fantasy playmate got so fucking wound up that by the time I did cum I was ready to explode, I could feel my juices spread all over the inside of my legs and trickling over my bum-hole." Jenny pictured this in her mind's eye and her own pussy began to lubricate freely. 'Oh well', she thought, 'a change of knickers is next on the agenda.' Kat was still telling her story. "I came like an express train, trying my damnedest to stop from yelling out but failing miserably. I think only my shoulders and my heels were actually touching the ground and I was jerking about like a puppet with its strings in a blender. You have to remember that I still had my eyes closed because just as I was sagging back down and starting to breath again I heard Adam's voice saying how sexy it had been to watch me. I've no idea how long he'd been stood there, even now he won't tell, but his voice startled me and frightened my pretend partner away. I just collapsed back in a heap with shock and looked up at him more red-faced than I've ever been in my life." The idea of being caught like that somehow appealed to Jenny and she said so. "That must have been such a kick. You know, to find out that he'd been watching." "Actually, at first I felt ashamed of myself, but when I saw the lump in his trousers and realized that it really had turned him on, then it was a thrill, and I became glad I'd done it.' 'But it didn't end there, because the next thing he told me not to stop and started taking off his own clothes. Christ, did he have a hard on. I don't think I've ever seen his cock look so hot and hard. I'm lucky, because I can cum more than once in one session." "So can I!" Jenny exclaimed unthinkingly. "Good, then you'll know what I mean if I tell you that because my hand was still resting between my legs it was dead easy for me to start playing with my clit again. Not hard, just a gentle massage, round and round, you know. Then Adam came and stood between my legs and started to wank himself off, pointing his cock at me.' 'He looked really hot standing there like that; he has a certain way of wanking that really gets me going. He doesn't rub himself at ninety miles an hour like most guys, but he does these long strokes along his shaft, squeezing as he goes, as if he's milking a cow, then he wraps his fingers around the root of his cock and starts again. I know it sounds a bit unusual, but it looks good and more important, it works for him. He soon had his eyes shut and his legs trembling as he worked himself to a climax.' 'While he was doing that I was still gently playing with my clit, but because I wanted to watch Adam I'd kept my eyes open this time, and I saw a couple of walkers climbing up the path towards us. Really I should have warned Adam whilst we had time to get dressed quick, but the idea that they would get to see us gave me a sort of adrenalin jolt, and I didn't say anything at all.' 'I played really hard with my clit up until I felt the beginnings of another orgasm and then I slowed right down, trying to time it so that I would cum just as they got near us. I know I shouldn't have, and I know it's not nice and all that, but I just wanted them to see me cum, and I couldn't for the life of me tell you why." Jenny could envisage the scene perfectly in her imagination and she could feel herself getting more and more turned on as the tale unfolded. "This time, because I hadn't been caught out masturbating, the thrill of being watched was less dramatic and far more erotic, just like when I fantasized about it before Adam came back. I could see these two people getting closer and closer and I recognized when they got too close for us to conceal what we were doing. At that point I was trying to hold my orgasm back, still watching Adam getting nearer and nearer to cumming and trying to work out when he would actually get there.' 'The couple was approaching from behind Adam on a path that ran past about fifteen feet to one side, and in the end he started to shoot just before they got level. But they were close enough to hear him groaning and to know what he was doing, because they stopped dead and looked across at us as if they'd seen us for the first time, although that couldn't have been true in open countryside. I think that they'd been so engrossed in each other that they'd registered that we were there, but not that we were nude or what we were doing, because it genuinely seemed to surprise them.' 'Fortunately it was a case of surprised rather then shocked, because once they saw what was going on they just stood there and openly stared. That did it for me. What with great blobs and strings of Adam's cream landing all over me and these two people watching my hand strumming my clit, I came like there was no tomorrow. If my first orgasm had been strong then this one was huge, so powerful that my mind reeled and I actually felt dizzy from the effects. There was no way I could keep quiet this time and I didn't even try, I just yelled and yelled, swearing like a trooper on heat and staring right back at them.' 'I think my staring to one side alerted Adam to their presence, because he turned around just then and saw that we weren't on our own, but instead of being annoyed as I expected he called out to them asking them if they wanted to do it as well. I'm not sure who was the most surprised, me or our audience." Kat grinned at the memory. "I guess the answer to that was no, because they just looked away and walked off rather rapidly. That was a bit of a shame, I would have liked them to watch me mop Adams cum up with my fingers and suck it from them." "It sounded really something, I wish I could have been there." "As who, watcher or watched?" "I don't think I care, just thinking about it is making me wet." Jenny wriggled her bottom on the bed, smiling a little bashfully at Kat, and then asked. "Tell me about the other time." "The other one was just plain kinky and there wasn't any men involved, so I'm not sure if you want to hear, but I'll tell you if you like. "Go on then." Jenny was leaning forward eagerly. "There were five of us, all women, and all a bit drunk, and we'd all stayed behind after an Ann Summers party. I don't know who suggested it, but somehow we ended up sat around in a circle with our legs open, watching each other playing with ourselves through our panties.' 'At first it was just a bit of fun, but then we all started to get really turned on and we started masturbating properly. One by one we all stripped off and started doing naughty things, you know, showing off things like fingering ourselves from underneath so that we didn't hide our own clits, you get the idea, It didn't take long before Paula, the girl whose house it was, climaxed really strongly, and that set off a couple more, until there was only me and Beth who hadn't cum.' 'I wasn't really bothered, I knew I'd cum in the end, but Beth was a bit anxious, as if we'd think she was letting the side down if she didn't cum, you know what I mean? Anyway, to cut a long story short, having three woman doing nothing but stare at my pussy and with another one sitting next to me frigging herself frantically finally made me cum like mad, which just left Beth.' 'I think Beth was getting embarrassed, unable to cum but too close to stop, and she excused herself by saying that she normally used a vibe instead of her fingers. 'No problem' says Paula and grabbed one of the vibes she'd been demonstrating. She just took it across and pushed it straight into Beth's vagina, turning it full up at the same time. Beth looked at her in stunned silence and then exploded into the hardest orgasm we'd seen anybody have for ages. Jesus, I thought she'd never stop cumming.' 'You've got to remember that we were all a bit squiffy, because after that somebody suggested we play 'pass the parcel' with the vibrator, on the grounds that we all needed to cum like that. How it worked was that we played music in short bursts and while it played we had to pass the vibrator around from one to the next, but as soon as it stopped we had to use it on ourselves with everybody else watching, until the music started again. Oh, and when you climaxed you dropped out. Beth was made music supervisor because she'd just cum, and off we went.' 'That was really something because you half wanted the vibe to stop at you, and half wanted it to go past because of having to fuck yourself with a vibrator with everybody watching.' 'There was a lot of giggling and messing about, and one girl burst into tears when the music started up just as she was going to cum, but it was a lot of fun and very sexy. I think I was third to cum using the vibrator, and let me tell you that by the time it got to me it was almost too wet and slippery to hold." Kat quivered momentarily as the memories got to her. "My God." She told Jenny. "Thinking about that has got me going." "Me too." The pair fell silent, Kat looked at Jenny meaningfully with questioning eyebrows raised just a fraction. Jenny looked back, trying to control her breathing, trying not to show just how aroused she was, all the time knowing that Kat had something on her mind and wondering just where things were likely to go next. "Would you like to watch me?" Jenny had half foreseen the possibility, but once more the directness of Kat's question caught her unawares. "Now?" She knew Kat meant now, but the partly instinctive question was asked to give herself time to think. In all her fantasies anybody involved had male, if they'd had a discernable sex at all, and they had watched her, not the other way about. Even so, she felt so horny hearing about Kat's experiences. Maybe they could both...? "Yes, right now. While I feel so fucking randy from talking about it." Kat's eyes shone and she was breathing harder in hopeful anticipation, while Jenny was teetering on the edge of yes. "Come on Jenny, let me do it for you. I want to, if you're up for watching." Decision made. "We'll both do it!" Jenny's words came out in a rush, spoken before she could change her mind, and Kat sucked in a quick breath of astonished pleasure. "Even better." She said, beaming happily. There was a gap of about ten seconds while both women thought about their commitment, and then Jenny started to undo her blouse. Her heart was pounding and she was full of adrenalin, but she knew that if she waited she would chicken out. Look at Me Kat pushed herself away from the dressing table and went across to the door, quickly flipping the lock. "I don't expect Adam would come in unannounced, but I guess we'd both feel better if he can't." She explained, hauling her own tee-shirt top over her head. As Kat undressed Jenny couldn't help but admire her body. For a woman a few years older than her, Kat possessed the slim lithe figure of a girl, smooth skinned, toned, with small pert breasts and a board like stomach. 'If only' she thought looking down at her own fuller shape. Not that Jenny considered herself fat, but she did notice with regret how her breasts descended a little when her bra was removed, and how rounded her stomach was in comparison with her new landlady's. "You know." Kat told her, gazing unashamedly at Jenny's nudity. "I'd give my eye teeth for breasts like yours, mine are tiny." "I'll swap you." Jenny told her laughingly. "I think they're too big." "Never content, are we?" Kat asked rhetorically, padding across to the bed. "If you lie on that side with your head against the headboard." She told Jenny. "I'll lie next to you the opposite way so that my head at the foot, we'll be able to see better than just lying side by side." "You've done this before, haven't you?" Jenny asked, positioning herself as Kat suggested. "As a matter of fact - no." Kat climbed on the bed with her and lay head to tail with Jenny. "Ready?" She asked. "Ready." Jenny confirmed, her breaking voice betraying her nerves. Kat raised her knees and opened her legs, giving Jenny a perfect view of her pussy. "You shave!" Jenny exclaimed, surprised at Kats smooth and naked pubes. She didn't know why she was so taken aback, it was something she'd thought of herself but never yet done, and it looked so beautiful. "Yes, Adam does it for me every couple of days." That level of easy intimacy surprised Jenny and she felt a pang of jealousy that her own marriage had never been so fulfilling. She raised her own legs, spreading them wide to display her own 'natural' pubes, feeling her heart-rate skyrocket again knowing that Kat could see her. Then as Kat as reached between her legs she followed suit, both women finding their own clits and gently massaging them for each other to watch. Jenny looked at Kat's pussy and thought how lovely it looked, the smoothness of hairless skin lending it a kind of sophistication and style, much better, thought Jenny, than her own hairy slit. The pale skin of Kat's labia framed lovely pink folds of flesh that almost pointed the way to her clit, and opened and closed gently as she masturbated to reveal her very wet vagina. No wonder men prefer to go down on shaven women, she thought, wondering if this should be the last day that her own pussy would be framed by a curly bush. For a while both women masturbated quietly apart from giving occasional little grunts or moans of pleasure, but as they began to feel their orgasms approach neither of them could prevent themselves from verbalizing soft exclamations, telling each other how good it felt, or giving short descriptions of what they were doing, even though each could see the other, and both were aroused even more by each other's words. Soon it was clear to Jenny that Kat was getting close to cumming, her pelvis was jerking slightly in response to surges of pleasure and her fingers were playing faster and faster at her clit. Jenny watched enraptured, still rubbing her own button and feeling her own orgasm start to stir inside her. Kat's vagina was gaping open, just as she imagined her own must be, and she could see juices trickling from its entrance to run out of sight over her anus and leave a damp spot on the bed where they had spilled from her cleft. Jenny shuddered with unexpected pleasure at the thought that this was the bed in which she would sleep tonight, wondering if she would feel Kat's dampness still present. The suddenly Kat was there, her bottom lifting from the bed as her fingers did a mad dance over her clit and a long growling moan was torn from her throat. She stayed like that for several seconds, still moaning, before her bottom descended only to jerk and bounce up and down under the influence of continuing waves of pleasure. Jenny gasped at the sight, her own orgasm rising closer from the effects of seeing Kat. Jenny closed her eyes and let her fingers hurry over her clit, wanting to get over that last stretch home, needing to cum while Kat's eyes were on her as she recovered from her own climax. Her fingers flew and she felt the fire in her belly get closer and closer to spilling down her vagina to her hard, sensitive little clit. "Let me see, let me see!" Jenny heard Kat's voice calling urgently and felt her new friend's hand on her thigh pulling her legs apart, and then she realized that she had automatically closed her legs in an attempt to intensify her feelings. Without opening her eyes she let Kat's hand pull her leg away and hold it away, knowing that by doing so she could be sure that Kat would see her pussy react to the orgasm that was so nearly there. And then she made it, her orgasm erupted and flowed along her nervous system like lava from a volcano, overloading her senses, making her cry out from pure pleasure and judder in ecstatic spasm. She could feel Kat's hand still on her leg, holding it out, making sure that everything was on display and that every reaction from her pussy was clearly seen, and this added to Jenny's happiness. She knew that just like Kat's, her tunnel would be pulsating, gaping open but widening and narrowing in time to the power of her orgasm and that her own juices would be spreading over the bed. She couldn't help it, but a foolish grin spread across her face from the knowledge that she was cumming with someone else watching, and she rode the storm with pure delight written on her face. "Phew. That looked real good," Kat told Jenny as she slowly returned to earth. "And then some!" Jenny told her, the foolish grin still on her face. Jenny opened her eyes finally and looked at Kat. She was lying smiling at Jenny, one hand still on Jenny's leg just above the knee and the fingers of her other hand back at her clit, playing very softly with that tiny button. "Can you go again?" She asked. "Give me a minute and I can." Jenny was eager to try, even though she wasn't sure if she still had anything left. "Just watch me then, until you get your breath back." Kat wriggled up the bed a little bringing herself closer to Jenny and letting her get an even better view of the two fingers that were still massaging her clit. Jenny watched, as enthralled as before and still getting the same buzz from watching Kat pleasure herself. If this was an example of staying with Kat and Adam, she'd have to remember to thank her sister for arranging it; Kat was beautiful and so fucking sexy. Her own hand had now drifted back to her pussy, her two longest fingers gently nipping her clit and lightly pulling on it, and she sighed from the pleasure of it. Kat looked at Jenny, saw what she was doing and smiled, her free hand giving Jenny's thigh a quick squeeze of appreciation. Jenny smiled back and, without really thinking about it, placed her own free hand on Kat's slender leg and returned the affectionate contact. Kat murmured softly and ran her fingers along Jenny's inner thigh, softly stroking that tender skin, and still playing with herself as she did so. The gentleness of the touch made Jenny shiver slightly with contentment, and she let her knee fall open until it rested against Kat's side as an overt encouragement for a repeat. Kat smiled, her eyes now fastened on Jenny's pussy, and began to delicately stroke Jenny's thigh, running her fingers from her knee to just below her pussy. "That's nice." Jenny whispered, enjoying the contact. "You mean what you can see?" Asked Kat. "Or my hand on your leg." "Well, both really, but I meant you touching my leg." "I'm glad. I like touching you. But tell me what you can see. Describe it." "I can see you playing with yourself. I can see the tip of your middle finger rubbing the end of your clit. You've pushed the hood back and you're rubbing the end of your button ever do gently, round and round.' 'Now you've used your forefinger and ring finger to push open your pussy lips, and I can see right up into you. God, you're wet. You are gaping wide open, and I can see deep inside you, all red and shiny, and I bet it's slippery too." Kat groaned and her finger picked up speed, urged on by Jenny's commentary. "Have you seen inside a woman's cunt before?" Kat asked, breathlessly. "No, not even my own. Yours is the first." Jenny's voice was heavy with arousal. "Do you like what you see?" Kat asked, rubbing harder under the stimulation of her own words. "Oh yes. I love it being shaved; I can see every fold of skin and every bit of your pussy." "I like yours too. The hair makes it look really sexy; I'd forgotten how good a hairy pussy looks." Unthinkingly Jenny began to stroke Kat's thigh. "You're all wet too." Kat went on. "I bet you want to cum again, don't you?" "Oh yes." Jenny closed her eyes momentarily in anticipation. "I might take a while though. "I'll help you." Jenny didn't know what was meant for a moment, and then she felt Kat's fingertips move up her thigh until they rested lightly on the bush surrounding her slit. She was shocked and excited at the same time, knowing she should refuse but wanting to feel Kat's fingers touching her. "Would you like me to?" "Yes please." It was the quietest of whispers. Kat shuffled a little closer, trying to give herself room to investigate Jenny properly, but inadvertently bringing Jenny's fingers into contact with her own pussy lips by doing so. Jenny's eyes widened with surprise at the sudden feel of Kat's warm labia touching the side of her fingers, but it somehow seemed right and almost immediately she was exploring the unfamiliar contours of another woman's pussy, feeling the flesh rhythmically as Kat's fingers worked at her clit. She had to lean slightly to one side now to see around Kat's raised knee, but it was worth it to see her own hand resting between Kat's legs, her own fingertips only an inch or so away from her open tunnel. Fascinated by the sight, and by the feel of Kat's fingertips exploring in the same way, Jenny watched herself probe Kat's pussy, dipping inside her, feeling her slippery pussy juices and seeing the shine of wetness on her finger. Her heart was beating like a trip hammer now, more from the adrenalin of new experiences than from outright arousal, but even so, she told herself, she felt randy enough to try anything. She noticed that Kat's fingers were now almost stationary, resting on her clit and moving only occasionally, and then she realized the she too was hardly playing anymore, concentrating instead on the feel of another woman's fingers touching her. Rousing herself from her absorption with Kat's actions she made a deliberate effort to rub her own clitoris, making her two fingers go round and round the tip, heightening her sense of daring with more open exhibitionism. Kat must have understood too, for she began consciously playing with herself once again, much to Jenny's delight, and the pair now purposely masturbated while watching themselves dabble their fingertips inside each others vaginas, both intensely turned on by their actions. To her own surprise it was Jenny who took the next step and plunged her two fingers deep into Kat's pussy, burying them inside her in one hard thrust. It was the obvious thing to do, but she just hadn't expected to be the one to do it first. Kat reacted with a sibilant 'yes!' of shock and delight, pushing herself back against Jenny's fingers. Jenny watched herself fingering Kat, seeing her fingers slide in and out, becoming wet and slippery with Kat's fluids, watching Kat's two extended fingers manipulating her clit, pulling and pushing the rock hard little nubbin as she worked herself towards orgasm. She wanted to see Kat cum, but didn't want to miss out herself. "Finger me, Kat. Push your fingers in." Jenny could never have imagined saying such a thing before, nor would she have imagined having her own fingers buried inside another woman's vagina. Kat's fingers obediently slipped inside her and Jenny closed her eyes briefly in delight, knowing that Kat was looking at her pussy just as she was looking at Kat's, and it was a wonderful sensation. Jenny could see that Kat wasn't far from cumming, and she could feel her own orgasm stirring, getting ready to erupt, and she drove her fingers into Kat in a hard rapid rhythm, trying to make her cum, wanting to see her explode before her own climax struck. But, of course, Kat was doing just the same with the same goal in mind, and so both of them were quickly thrusting deep into each other, watching each other and waiting for the end, at the same time rubbing themselves as hard as they could driven on by their own inescapable urge to cum. Soon they were both grunting and gasping, their legs trembling, their muscles tensing and their eyes half closed from the intensity of their impending orgasm. In the end they both came together, Kat's pelvis jerking and bucking, dislodging Jenny's fingers from her pussy and causing a cry of pleasure mixed with frustration in consequence. Jenny reacted to her orgasm as she sometimes did to particularly strong one, by going completely stiff, held in place by all her muscles contracting in unison, her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut, and a little keening sound coming from between gritted teeth. It occurred to her later that her husband of eleven years had never seen that happen, while a woman she had met only that day had been good enough to generate it. For a while they lay, still head to toe on the bed, silently thinking over their actions of the last hour or so. Kat quietly smoked a cigarette while Jenny, a non-smoker, languidly ran her hand up and down Kat's thigh. Eventually Kat broke the silence. "I hope you enjoyed that the same as I did?" "Only if you enjoyed it more than anything else in your whole life." Look at Me It was a feeling more than something I saw. But I paused and took a slow look around. No one was looking at me and the only other customer was a lady about my age pushing a cart through the Produce department. There was that young man with the tool belt sitting on the floor working on one of the display cases. On the back of his jacket it was printed "Jakes Air-condition and Heat." However he seemed to be engrossed in his work. I moved on to the melons and picked one up to smell it. Holding in both hands in front of me made me look like I had three boobs. I'm size forty-four double D. My breasts are well rounded and my nipples stick straight out even at my age. I'm sixty five now and enjoying life to a small degree. Up until five years ago when my husband died we were just getting into an all new way of life. We started having sex with other seniors and as hard as it is to admit I was enjoying the thrill and excitement of have a different man show some affection for me even though it was short lived, a few hours at a time. My husband showed much interest in me after one of our swinging forays. He would make love to me two or three times a day for as long as a week after. I was up to it but he was not. Toward the end Robert was more content to watch me doing what ever with how ever when ever. During our married years Robert never showed much interest in anything other than screwing me missionary style. Once in a long while he would play around and want me to jerk him off and then when he was about to cum let him shoot into my mouth so he could see it. This only took place a few times over more than twenty years. However one of his great pleasures was to watch me suck off the guy and so it so Robert could see him come in my mouth. Well enough of this that was then and this is now five years later. I have not gone back into swinging and have only had sex with a couple of men since I became a widow. For me it was just not the same and even though I did enjoy swinging with out Robert it was not the same. However something was bugging me and it was some what upsetting. I could feel eyes on me, male eyes and I could feel someone lusting after me. It was a strange feeling yet it was almost arousing and erotic. If I had not been in public I would have rubbed myself to see if was wet. I felt as if I was and this was very different and well exciting at the same time. Again I looked around and that is when I noticed a small window high up on the wall. It looked like a one way mirror so that the meat and produced departments could be watched. I pushed my cart out of sight and waited a few minutes to see if anyone came out from the back. It was only a few seconds before a tall young man with a meat cutters apron around his waist came out with a tray of meat. He was cautious not to be to obvious as he filled the meat display. Yet he did turn so he could see me around the corner. We met eye to eye and he knew I knew it was him that had been him that was watching me. Pushing the cart away from me I walked straight up to him and said "Who are you and why were you watching me?" He took his time before he spoke. He let his eyes roam over me like a water fall. Nothing was missed and them he smiled. My name is Walter Gorge. Five years ago I was just home from the Army and I saw you and your husband with my mother and dad. Harry and Marcia Gorge. I saw it all and was surprised at everything my parents and you did. I remember you. I thought you were so beautiful and as I watched from the kitchen. I did not want to walk in on my parents. So I watched and I got so excited watching you. I wanted to rush in and join in the fun so I could. Well have some of you. I left and went back to my motel room and masturbated thinking of you. I never told my parents and I never saw you again I for got about it until I was you here today." I felt something for this boy and said "I hope you'll keep this to yourself. My husband died shortly after that and I never kept up with that life style." I paused and after a second or two I said "I'm Gloria Silver." We stood there for a few more seconds and then he said "Gloria would it be out of line if I asked you to meet me for a drink after work. I would love to talk to you. My Dad died also and Mom lives alone now. Meet me at the Corner Street bar at six. I'd love to hear more about my parents back then. Will you?" It was a surprise to me yet I stood there looking at this young man and said "I will." I turned and pushed my cart to the front of the store and left. I went home and sat blankly looking at the bedroom walls not seeing anything. In my mind I tried to remember the party with the Gorge's. For a few moments nothing came to mind then I remember Mrs. Gorge, Marcia Gorge was a tall lean lady with dark hair and petty face. I think Robert got turned on by her. He always said he loved my big boobs but I seem to remember him giving her much smaller breasts a lot of attention. I think she was one of the few women in our twelve Swinging parties where Robert actually screwed some one. I remembered how I was doing my best to make Mr. Gorge come with my mouth all the while I was watching Robert screwing the wife. As hard as I tried I could not remember how the evening ended. Other memories flashed and flittered into my vision as I saw some of the more sensual parties. One that came and went was my first group party. That was the first time I had two men enter me at the same time. Neither was Robert and later Robert told me how excited it made him watching with a cock in my mouth and another in my pussy doggie style. I never told Robert how excited that made me. I showered and dressed in fresh under garments. A little perfume here and there along with my best uplifting bra. Along with a low cut blouse to show a lot of cleavage and I was all set to go and meet Mr. Walter Gorge. He looked no more that twenty seven or eight and if I remember he wore a wedding ring. I had not looked but I think if remembered one. We'll see. I parked on the side of the bar. I had not been here in years but if my memory served me right it was owned now by a school mate of mine. Larry, Larry Newsom yes that was it. I wondered if he would see me or even remember me. I had not seen him in thirty or more years. Time goes by so quickly. It was dimly lighted so I took a moment standing to side allowing my tired old eyes to adjust. I saw Walter coming my way. He as a tall shadow back lit by the lights at the long bar. "I'm so glad you came. Please I have a boot there in the back." He said. He took my elbow and guided me towards the deep shadows. I slipped into the curved booth and Walter got in from the other side and slid around to be close. A waitress magically appeared and took our orders. Walter placed a hand on my arm and again expressed his pleasure that I kept my word. He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. I did not pull away. He said "You're still a very beautiful woman. I remember you like it was yesterday." I laughed and said "I think I may have been naked then. Just how much did you see or should I ask how long did you watch us. I think my Robert was very interested in your mother." He said "Like I said I had just that day returned from the Army. I knew Mom and Dad did not have room for me at home so I checked into a motel and then just drove over to surprise them. I was the one surprised. I had heard a few rumors about our town having a swinging group but I had no idea it was mostly seniors and my parents were part of this group. I came in through the back and heard the voices and music and took a look before barging in." I said "you must have been very surprised not only to see your parents naked but ... well with another couple." He said "I remember you were the first one I saw. You were sitting with one leg over the arm of the sofa and my Dad was standing next to you. You both were watching my Mother and your husband. But my eyes were fixed on you. I love women with large breasts and yours were so beautiful and the nipples were pointed. Even when you were kneeling in front of my Dad I still have eyes for your breasts." The waitress came with our drinks and we took a moment out from talking. I was deep breathing already and needed a time out. I slid a few inches away from Walter and looked up at him. The waitress returned and I wondered why so I looked up to see two women standing there. The tall one was of course Marcia Gorge and the shorter one with full round breasts and a wide tightly confined ass in a pair of jeans was introduced as Walter's wife Toots. I was so taken back I could not speak for a moment but finely said "Walter, what is this. I thought this was going to be just you and I. Why are they here?" It was Marcia that filled in the gaps and brought me up to date on current events and the life style these three were living. All three lived at home and all three engaged in sex when ever the urge arose. I was now between Walter and his mother who was asking me to come over to the house for a drink. What she really was asking was for me to join these three in a wild sex orgy. I told them I did no longer went into swinging and I thought it was not my cup of tea." Each time I found a reason to say no one or the other found a way of making me think otherwise. Maybe it was Walter's hand and fingers rubbing the back of my neck but after a while I gave in and followed them to their house. There was another car already in the drive with a man standing next to it. Walter said "Gloria this is my friend Norman we were in the Army together." A hand was held out and I took it "Hello Gloria glad to meet you." I could see the whole picture now. Walter had arranged this little party as soon as I said I would meet him. So now it was going to be three women and two men having the time of their lives. I wondered how long this had been going on. As I looked around I saw Toots hug Norman and rub his crotch. This was not a first for any one except me. The wall between the master bedroom and the guest room had been knocked out and a large round bed was in the center of the room and a movie screen hung from the wall. There was a movie camera on a tripod aimed at the bed sitting in the corner. Above the bed was another camera and a lot of lights. I asked if they were going to film any of this. Walter said "Not if you object. I would love to record us together. I really do want to watch you on all fours bending over me. I know this is a bit much for you but we really do want you to join us. Mom remembers how willing you were back then and how much Dad loved being with you. You can stop any time you wish." I said nothing and as soon as we were relaxed every one started getting undressed. Walter dropped his shorts and his cock sprung out like a large snake. It was long solid and tipped with a long pointed head. I could see Walter was ready for what ever came his way. Norman was equal except his cock was thicker and the head was flat and bigger around. Toots was short with an ass as wide as any I'd ever seem. My guess was that Walter was an ass man and fucked if regularly. Marcia was tall and still slender with smallish tits with long pointed nipples. She was a pretty lady and I could see excitement in her eyes. Walter came and put an arm around my shoulders and turned me so we both could see the other three on the bed. Norman was on his back his thick cock hard as an iron rod pointing straight up. Toots sitting on one side with her plump little fingers around his cock jerking it up and down. Marcia was bending over so Norman could suck on one of her long nipples. As we watched Walter pulled my hand to his cock. I took it in my hand and so many memories came rushing back. I watched as the three moved around so Toots was between Norman's legs with his cock in her mouth and Marcia was on her back with her head between Toot's legs. I had seen girl on girl before but this some how was more of a turn on then I remembered. Walter and I moved closer and I was motioned to squat down so I could pleasure Walter while he wanted the others enjoying themselves. I noticed a red light come on on the camera in the corner. I thought I did not want to be in a sex movie but I did not stop doing what I was doing. I could feel Walter getting harder and I knew he was aroused and liked what I was doing. Walter turned so I could see the show on the bed. Marcia was busy licking Toots and fingering her ass. Norman was helping by bouncing his ass up off the bed. Walter pulled me to my feet and had me get up on the bed on all fours. My knees were on the edge so Walter could get up close as he aimed his wonderfully hard cock at my wet and hot pussy. I let out a grown as Walter pushed his cock into my tight unused pussy. His was the first cock I had in almost two years. He was also be far the youngest and biggest cock that than ever been in my pussy. I squealed and wiggled my ass uncontrollably. I was on fire and for someone my age I was in heaven. No wonder so many women my age fuck younger guys. I let out a few "Oh Gods "and felt the juices from years of neglect run freely down my legs. Walter grabbed my ass and rammed into me with more cock than I had ever had in my life. I thought he was all in but not so. He had lots more to shove up my cunt when he was ready to cum. His cum was molten hot and he had so much I felt it splash out around his cock to join mine running down my legs. Holy fuck this was the party of all parties. I was again going to be a swinger and in the movies. I had almost forgotten about the other three but as son as Walter pulled out of me Norman was there to replace his cock. Walter laid out on the bed so he could watch me get fucked and at the same time his Mother leaned over and licked his cock clean of our joint juices. I had never seen a Mother suck her own son's cock and it turned me on. If should have revolted me but it sure as hell did not. Toots came over close and for a brief moment Norman pulled his cock out of me and let Toots suck him clean. When Norman returned his attentions to me I felt his cock rub up over my ass. I had not had a cock in my ass n more than five years. And Norman's cock was so thick I started to say "No" But then Toots pulled a jar of K-Y jelly out and applied a generous amount to my ass shoving some in as well. Norman follow up by grabbing my hips and pushing firmly but not too fast until I felt the large flat head pop into my ass. I let out a moan of pleasure on pain as he slowly pushed and pulled more and more until he was well up into my bowels. Marcia said "Fuck her good Norm. Gloria you'll love his cock in your ass." Toots said "Fuck her ass. Fuck her ass good." I moaned and pushed back into him. Norman picked up speed and started to ram deeper and faster until I screamed that I was coming. Norm rammed deep and I felt the heat of this load fill my ass. My head was jerked up by my hair and Walter's cock was forced into my mouth. Walter was coming filling my mouth as Norm filled my ass. I would have screamed with joy if could have. I had never done deep throat but this was as close as it could be. There was cum in my ass, come going down my throat and I was coming like never before. As soon as Norm pulled out of my ass Marcia was on his cock licking and jerking the last drop out of it. Toots rolled me over and dove between my legs licking my cunt of every last drop of Walter's cum. She licked my cunt and ass till I was nearly shaking with passion all over again. But some how we all managed to get straight and sit apart from one another. We all got cleaned up and found our way still naked to the Den where Marcia fixed drinks. Walter said "You were marvelous Gloria. I got so hot watch Norm fuck your ass I had to cum and your mouth looked so sexy I had to come in your mouth." No one said any thing as they were waiting for me to answer. I just smiled and said "It has been along time." I did not say how much I loved it. The feel of two cocks coming in me at the same time. Christ how much better could it have been? I did smile at Marcia and Toots. I wanted them to know I enjoyed them as well with out saying so. Norman stood by the window looking out as if here were deep in thought. Walter asked "Norm, something bothering you?" Norm turned back the face the room his cock half hard again. I could not take my eyes off it. I had not enjoyed the sexual attention of one man let alone two for so long I was still feeling the rush of open uninhibited sex. Lustful, greedy wanton sex. At my age I thought I might never feel this way again. Norm said "I've enjoyed sex with Marcia and with Toots and a few more that will remain unnamed. However this evening with Gloria here to share our sexual get together seemed to bring the best out in each of us. I can only say I hope Gloria will see her way clear to visit us again one day soon." Each of them looked at me raised there glasses and in a single toast the cheered me. Walter walked over to the TV and turned it on. In a few second the bedroom appeared and the five of us in all our naked glory. I saw my self on my knees sucking Walter's cock while the other sucked each other on the bed behind me. I blinked and said out loud "Oh God would you look at me." Marcia said "I want to see it all the way though. I want to see the expression on Gloria's' face when Norm pushes his fat cock up her ass." And so it was I was once again into swinging and for an old broad I thought that was pretty fucking great. Walter said "Look at me." I did and he had his mother bend over the sofa and had his cock in her up to his balls. Toots laughed saying look at me. I did and Norm had his fat cock up Toot's fat round ass. So I did watch and I took a long look trying to figure where I could jump in. Look At Me It was a feeling more than something I saw. But I paused and took a slow look around. No one was looking at me and the only other customer was a lady about my age pushing a cart through the Produce department. There was that young man with the tool belt sitting on the floor working on one of the display cases. On the back of his jacket it was printed "Jakes Air-condition and Heat." However he seemed to be engrossed in his work. I moved on to the melons and picked one up to smell it. Holding it in both hands in front of me made me look like I had three boobs. I'm size forty-four double D. My breasts are well rounded and my nipples stick straight out even at my age. I'm sixty five now and enjoying life to a small degree. Up until five years ago when my husband died we were just getting into an all new way of life. We started having sex with other seniors and as hard as it is to admit I was enjoying the thrill and excitement of have different man show some affection (lust) for me even though it was short lived, a few hours at a time. My husband showed much interest in me after one of our swinging forays. He would make love to me two or three times a day for as long as a week after. I was up to it but he was not. Toward the end Robert was more content to watch me doing whatever with whomever whenever. During our married years Robert never showed much interest in anything other than screwing me missionary style. Once in a long while he would play around and want me to jerk him off and then when he was about to cum let him shoot into my mouth so he could see it. This only took place a few times over more than twenty years. However one of his great pleasures toward the end was to watch me suck off a guy so Robert could see him come in my mouth. This some how made Robert feel nearly as good as I did with a mouth full of semen. The night of Robert's first heart attack I was on all fours with Tom Brock's cock in my mouth and Robert had his cock in my ass. This was only the third time Robert had ever shown any interest in anal sex. I found it highly erotic and loved it to the point of having a climax every time. Robert was the only man ever to have his cock up my ass. Well enough of this that was then and this is now five years later. I have not gone back into swinging and have only had sex with a couple of men since I became a widow. For me it was just not the same and even though I did enjoy swinging without Robert it was not the same now. However something was bugging me and it was some what upsetting. I could feel eyes on me, male eyes and I could feel someone lusting after me. It was a strange feeling yet it was most arousing and erotic. If I had not been in public I would have rubbed myself to see if was wet. I felt as if I was and this was very different and well; kind of exciting at the same time. Again I looked around and that is when I noticed a small window high up on the wall. It looked like a one way mirror so that the meat and produced departments could watch customers. I pushed my cart out of sight and waited a few minutes to see if anyone came out from the back. It was only a few seconds before a tall young man with a meat cutters apron around his waist came out with a tray of meat. He was cautious not to be to obvious as he filled the meat display. Yet he did turn so he could see me around the corner. We met eye to eye and he knew I knew it was him that had been watching me. Pushing the cart away from me I walked straight up to him and said "Who are you and why were you watching me?" He took his time before he spoke. He let his eyes roam over me like a water fall. Nothing was missed and them he smiled. My name is Walter Gorge. Five years ago I was just home from the Army and I saw you and your husband with my mother and dad. Harry and Marcia Gorge. I saw it all and was surprised at everything my parents and you two did. I remember you. I thought you were so beautiful and as I watched from the kitchen. I did not want to walk in on my parents. So I watched and I got so excited watching you. I wanted to rush in and join in the fun. I really wanted some of you. I left and went back to my motel room and masturbated thinking of you. I never told my parents and I never saw you again I forgot about it until I was you here today." I felt something for this boy and said "I hope you'll keep this to yourself. My husband died shortly after that and I never kept up with that life style." I paused and after a second or two I said "I'm Gloria Silver." We stood there for a few more seconds and then he said "Gloria would it be out of line if I asked you to meet me for a drink after work. I would love to talk to you. My Dad died also and Mom lives alone now. Meet me at the Corner Street bar at six. I'd love to hear more about my parents back then. Will you?" It was a surprise to me yet I stood there looking at this young man and said "I will." I turned and pushed my cart to the front of the store and left. I went home and sat blankly looking at the walls not seeing anything. In my mind I tried to remember the party with the Gorge's. For a few moments nothing came to mind then I remember Mrs. Gorge, Marcia Gorge was a tall lean lady with dark hair and petty face. I think Robert got turned on by her. He always said he loved my big boobs but I seem to remember him giving her much smaller breasts a lot of attention. I think she was one of the few women in our twelve Swinging parties where Robert actually screwed some one. I remembered how I was doing my best to make Mr. Gorge come with my mouth all the while I was watching Robert screwing the wife. As hard as I tried I could not remember how the evening ended. Other memories flashed and flittered into my vision as I saw some of the more sensual parties. One that came and went was my first group party. That was the first time I had two men enter me at the same time. Neither was Robert and later Robert told me how excited it made him watching me with a cock in my mouth and another in my pussy doggie style. I never told Robert how excited that made me. Not him watching but taking two cocks at once. I showered and dressed in fresh under garments. A little perfume here and there along with my best uplifting bra. Along with a low cut blouse to show a lot of cleavage and I was all set to go and meet Mr. Walter Gorge. He looked no more than twenty seven or eight and if I remember he wore a wedding ring. I had not looked but I think I remembered one. We'll see. I parked on the side of the bar. I had not been here in years but if my memory served me right it was owned now by a school mate of mine. Larry, Larry Newsome yes that was it. I wondered if he would see me or even remember me. I had not seen him in thirty or more years. Time goes by so quickly. It was dimly lighted so I took a moment standing aside allowing my tired old eyes to adjust. I saw Walter coming my way. He as a tall shadow back lit by the lights at the long bar. "I'm so glad you came. Please I have a boot there in the back." He said. He took my elbow and guided me towards the deep shadows. I slipped into the curved booth and Walter got in from the other side and slid around to be close. A waitress magically appeared and took our orders. Walter placed a hand on my arm and again expressed his pleasure that I kept my word. He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. I did not pull away. He said "You're still a very beautiful woman. I remember you like it was yesterday." I laughed and said "I think I may have been naked then. Just how much did you see or should I ask how long did you watch us. I think my Robert was very interested in your mother." He said "Like I said I had just that day returned from the Army. I knew Mom and Dad did not have room for me at home so I checked into a motel and then just drove over to surprise them. I was the one surprised. I had heard a few rumors about our town having a swinging group but I had no idea it was mostly seniors and my parents were part of this group. I came in through the back and heard the voices and music and took a look before barging in." I said "You must have been very surprised not only to see your parents naked but ... well with another couple." He said "I remember you were the first one I saw. You were sitting with one leg over the arm of the sofa and my Dad was standing next to you. You both were watching my Mother and your husband. But my eyes were fixed on you. I love women with large breasts and yours were so beautiful and the nipples were pointed. Even when you were kneeling in front of my Dad I still had eyes for your breasts." The waitress came with our drinks and we took a moment out from talking. I was breathing deeply already and needed a time out. I slid a few inches away from Walter and looked up at him. The waitress returned and I wondered why so I looked up to see two women standing there. The tall one was of course Marcia Gorge and the shorter one with full round breasts and a wide tightly confined ass in a pair of jeans was introduced as Walter's wife Toots. I was so taken back I could not speak for a moment but finely said "Walter, what is this. I thought this was going to be just you and I. Why are they here?" It was Marcia that filled in the gaps and brought me up to date on current events and the life style these three were living. All three lived at home and all three engaged in sex whenever the urge arose. I was now between Walter and his mother who was asking me to come over to the house for a drink. What she really was asking was for me to join these three in a wild sex orgy. I told them I longer went in for swinging and I thought it was not my cup of tea." Each time I found a reason to say no one or the other found a way of making me think otherwise. Maybe it was Walter's hand and fingers rubbing the back of my neck but after a while I gave in and followed them to their house. There was another car already in the drive with a man standing next to it. Walter said "Gloria this is my friend Norman we were in the Army together." A hand was held out and I took it "Hello Gloria glad to meet you." I could see the whole picture now. Walter had arranged this little party as soon as I said I would meet him. So now it was going to be three women and two men having the time of their lives. I wondered how long this had been going on. As I looked around I saw Toots hug Norman and rub his crotch. This was not a first for any one except me. The wall between the master bedroom and the guest room had been knocked out and a large round bed was in the center of the room and a movie screen hung from one wall. There was a movie camera on a tripod aimed at the bed sitting in the corner. Above the bed was another camera and a lot of lights. I asked if they were going to film any of this. Walter said "Not if you object. I would love to record us together. I really do want to watch you on all fours bending over me. I know this is a bit much for you but we really do want you to join us. Mom remembers how willing you were back then and how much Dad loved being with you. You can stop any time you wish." I said nothing we had a few more drinks and small talk. As soon as we were relaxed every one started getting undressed. Walter dropped his shorts and his cock sprung out like a large snake. It was long solid and tipped with a long pointed head. I could see Walter was ready for what ever came his way. Norman was equal except his cock was thicker and the head was flat and bigger around. Toots was short with an ass as wide as any I'd ever seem. My guess was that Walter was an ass man and fucked if regularly. Marcia was tall and still slender with smallish tits with long pointed nipples. She was a pretty lady and I could see excitement in her eyes. Walter came and put an arm around my shoulders and turned me so we both could see the other three on the bed. Norman was on his back his thick cock hard as an iron rod pointing straight up. Toots sitting on one side with her plump little fingers around his cock jerking it up and down. Marcia was bending over so Norman could suck on one of her long nipples. As we watched Walter pulled my hand to his cock. I took it in my hand and so many memories came rushing back. I watched as the three moved around so Toots was between Norman's legs with his cock in her mouth and Marcia was on her back with her head between Toot's legs. I had seen girl on girl before but this some how was more of a turn on then I remembered. Walter and I moved closer and I was motioned to squat down so I could pleasure Walter while he watched the others enjoying themselves. I noticed a red light come on on the camera in the corner. I thought I did not want to be in a sex movie but I did not stop doing what I was doing. I could feel Walter getting harder and I knew he was aroused and liked what I was doing. Walter turned so I could see the show on the bed. Marcia was busy licking Toots and fingering her ass. Norman was helping by bouncing his ass up off the bed. Walter pulled me to my feet and had me get up on the bed on all fours. My knees were on the edge so Walter could get up close as he aimed his wonderfully hard cock at my wet and hot pussy. I let out a grown as Walter pushed his cock into my tight long unused pussy. His was the first cock I had in almost two years. He was also be far the youngest and biggest cock that than ever been in my pussy. I squealed and wiggled my ass uncontrollably. I was on fire and for someone my age it was heaven. No wonder so many women my age fuck younger guys. I let out a few "Oh Gods "and felt the juices from years of neglect run freely down my legs. Walter grabbed my ass and rammed into me with more cock than I had ever had in my life. I thought he was all in but not so. He had lots more to shove up my cunt when he was ready to cum. His cum was molten hot and he had so much I felt it splash out around his cock to join my juices running down my legs. Holy fuck this was the party of all parties. I was again going to be a swinger and in the movies. I had almost forgotten about the other three but as soon as Walter pulled out of me Norman was there to replace his cock. Walter laid out on the bed so he could watch me get fucked and at the same time his Mother leaned over and licked his cock clean of our joint juices. I had never seen a Mother suck her own son's cock and it turned me on. It should have revolted me but it sure as hell did not. Toots came over close and for a brief moment Norman pulled his cock out of me and let Toots suck him clean. When Norman returned his attentions to me I felt his cock rub up over my ass. I had not had a cock in my ass in more than five years. And Norman's cock was so thick I started to say "No" But then Toots pulled a jar of K-Y jelly out and applied a generous amount to my ass shoving some in as well. Norman follow up by grabbing my hips and pushing firmly but not too fast until I felt the large flat head pop into my ass. I let out a moan of pleasure not pain as he slowly pushed and pulled more and more until he was well up into my bowels. Marcia said "Fuck her good Norm. Gloria you'll love his cock in your ass." Toots said "Fuck her ass. Fuck her ass good." I moaned and pushed back into him. Norman picked up speed and started to ram deeper and faster until I screamed that I was coming. Norm rammed deep and I felt the heat of this load fill my ass. My head was jerked up by my hair and Walter's cock was forced into my mouth. Walter was coming filling my mouth as Norm filled my ass. I would have screamed with joy if could have. I had never done deep throat but this was as close as it could be. There was cum in my ass, come going down my throat and I was coming like never before. As soon as Norm pulled out of my ass Marcia was on his cock licking and jerking the last drop out of it. Toots rolled me over and dove between my legs licking my cunt of every last drop of cum. She licked my cunt and ass till I was nearly shaking with passion all over again. But some how we all managed to get straight and sit apart from one another. We all got cleaned up and found our way still naked to the Den where Marcia fixed drinks. Walter said "You were marvelous Gloria. I got so hot watch Norm fuck your ass I had to cum and your mouth looked so sexy I had to come in your mouth." No one said any thing as they were waiting for me to answer. I just smiled and said "It has been along time." I did not say how much I loved it. The feel of two cocks coming in me at the same time. Christ how much better could it have been? I did smile at Marcia and Toots. I wanted them to know I enjoyed them as well with out saying so. Norman stood by the window looking out as if he were deep in thought. Walter asked "Norm, something bothering you?" Norm turned back the face the room his cock half hard again. I could not take my eyes off it. I had not enjoyed the sexual attention of one man let alone two for so long I was still feeling the rush of open uninhibited sex. Lustful, greedy wanton sex. At my age I thought I might never feel this way again. Norm said "I've enjoyed sex with Marcia and with Toots and a few more that will remain unnamed. However this evening with Gloria here to share our sexual get together seemed to bring the best out in each of us. I can only say I hope Gloria will see her way clear to visit us again one day soon." Each of them looked at me raised there glasses and in a single toast the cheered me. Walter walked over to the TV and turned it on. In a few second the bedroom appeared and the five of us in all our naked glory. I saw my self on my knees sucking Walter's cock while the other sucked each other on the bed behind me. I blinked and said out loud "Oh God would you look at me." Marcia said "I want to see it all the way though. I want to see the expression on Gloria's' face when Norm pushes his fat cock up her ass." And so it was I was once again into swinging and for an old broad I thought that was pretty fucking great. Walter said "Look at me." I did and he had his mother bend over the sofa and had his cock in her up to his balls. Toots laughed saying look at me. I did and Norm had his fat cock up Toot's fat round ass. So I did watch and I took a long look trying to figure where I could jump in... ***** Look at Me My Love Part 1. The Reverie "Oh why won't he look at me lying here in the shade of the veranda? Please let him look at me. Why doesn't he know how I feel lying here in the warmth of the sun? I've done everything I could to draw him to me; put on my most revealing two-piece; moved so he can see my breasts with their nipples erect pressing against the thin cloth and sinking between the lips of my vulva. He is so close; can he not smell my female aroma? Why does he not stir?" "I can feel my lubricant wetting the cloth passing over my sex organ. It must be making a stain that if only he looks at me he must see. Can't he feel the desire - the craving – emanating from me? Surely such powerful feelings must reach out to stir the longed for one?" "He just lays there, less than a metre from me on the air mattress, reading his book. His young bronzed body relaxed, the beautiful smooth muscles at ease. He has not even put on his shorts but just lies there in a pair of underpants, his manhood showing clearly against the shiny fabric. His penis seems to be partially erect, his testicles swollen, filled with his young semen, waiting for the moment of release." "Is he thinking of someone? Thinking of one into whom he can empty himself in a moment of lust or love, or is the book he is reading rousing him with word pictures of gratifying ecstasy?" "Not only my organs of reproduction, but my whole body and mind yearns for him. I am consumed by this incessant hunger that pervades me day after day and that no self-stimulation will relieve. At night when I sleep he fills my dreams and I am tragically awakened at the moment of his penetration of me. No, not even in dreams can I have him." "For so long this agonising desire has permeated me – haunting me day after day, week after week? Is it two, no, three long years at least; years in which he has been so close and so dear to me? I have tried without speaking the words to let him know of my love for him and that there is nothing I would not do, nothing I would not give, for just one moment of union with him." "Does he love me – love me as he once did? So often long ago he constantly told me of his love, but then it seemed to fade and die. Has his love turned to another, to one I do not know, that he does not speak of? The very thought sends agonising spears of jealousy through me. There is only one that is fit for him, and she lies beside him." "I sometimes feel as though I will go mad I long for him so much, yet I cannot speak, I cannot reveal my heart to him for fear he will be repelled. Perhaps I am mad, my body and mind so obsessed with him, desiring him, that it has lost all control and sanity?" "No, I am not mad or I would speak; I would implore him to free me from this bondage; to give me again a life liberated by the knowledge that its torments would cease, its hunger fed." "I can see he has grown drowsy over his book. The warmth of the day has lulled him off into a half dream world. Is it my imagination or has his penis grown harder? Is he fantasising in his drowsiness? Perhaps in a moment he will rise and go to his bedroom to masturbate, gasping out the name of the fantasised one." "Still he does not stir. His beautiful dark eyes that can reflect so many shades of meaning; eyes that I long to have look into mine and see the love therein, are half closed." "If I were to move a little; let the cup of my top 'accidentally' slip to expose a breast, and then make a small sound – perhaps an irritated gasp as I swat an imaginary fly, would he look at me, and seeing my breast open to his gaze, be finally lured to my body?" "If he did come to me, would he be gentle or would he take me savagely, punishing me for having aroused in him unwanted desires? Hating me, but in that moment needing me to sate the lust I had inspired?" In hate or love I would receive him with joy and strive to let him feel the love I have for him." "I have prayed to be released from this concupiscence that imprisons me, but still it holds me fast. No divinity comes to my aid, but rather seems to stand afar off, laughing at my anguish, adding more fuel to the fire that burns within me. There is no heavenly mercy, no act of grace that will bring me peace." "Yes, I will let the cup slip. Now if he only looks at me, just one glance, he will see a ripe breast, firm and full, its pink nipple standing out, long and firm, pleading to be suckled. I shall open my legs wider so that if he does look, he will see the fluid of my love soaking the cloth. Surely then he would not refuse to ease the hunger that torments me?" "It is done, a breast exposed, but I do not have the courage to make the little sound that might arouse him from his day dream. I can only lay here, my moist lips parted, eyes shining with sexual desire, hoping he will move." "His book has fallen from his grasp and has hit the ground with a slight thud. He jerks out of his half doze and reaches down to pick it up. His eyes are upon me, startled at first, and then with slow comprehension he has risen and is coming to me. I can see his manhood, now fully extended. Dear God, he is coming to me at last, let him love me as I need to be loved." Part 2.From Reverie to Reality He stood over me for a moment, gazing at me. I lay there on my own air mattress in open surrender to him, looking back at him, telling him with my eyes that he need not hesitate. No word was spoken. He joined me on the mattress, pressing his lips to mine, his mouth open, his tongue exploring. He cupped the breast I had exposed with his hand and caressed it gently, his fingers pressing the nipple. I insinuated my hand into the top of his underpants and felt his penis, hard and warm, throbbing with every heart beat and the sticky fluid of his pre-cum oozing from his urethra. He removed my top to expose both breasts, and after gazing at them for a moment took a nipple into his mouth and suckled me like a hungry child. His hand touched my sex organ, the fingers searching for my opening. So very slowing his fingers slipped into me feeling the wetness. Waves of love washed over me. He would take me and I would teach him what true love meant. He would know what a woman could do for the man she loves. His finger was circling my clitoris and I stopped stroking his penis, and for the first time made a sound; no more than a gasp of delight, but it seemed to arouse him even more. His hands explored my body like someone taking possession of a long desired but newly acquired object, and he began to kiss his way down me, starting at my hair, my forehead, my eyes and nose; pausing at my lips, then he went on down my body until he reached my sex organ. He knelt before me, lifting my buttocks, and then his fingers opened the lips of my vulva to expose the pink petals beyond. He bent to kiss me there, and for a moment I felt apprehensive. Would he like my female fragrance and the taste of my lubricant? Reassurance came as he licked eagerly, seeming to want to lap up my fluid. He brought exquisite torment to me as his tongue touched my clitoris, bringing me to the edge of that moment of intense pleasure. Yet he would not let me come then, but moved back. I drew his face to mine and kissed him, smelling and tasting myself. If possible I became even more inflamed and could no longer remain silent. Parting my legs wide I said, "Now, darling." He came over me and as I guided him into me I raised my legs to give him the deepest possible penetration. He gave a soft groan as he felt the moist warmth of my tunnel. I whimpered as he pressed deep into me and then drew back to thrust in again. His manhood seemed to fill me and the orgasm he had refused me during cunnilingus could no longer be denied. It seemed to come from afar off and hurtle towards me like some wild beast about to seize its prey. Then I was in its grasp, being shaken and consumed as its exquisite torture dragged shrieks of ecstasy from me. He gave a low moan and I felt the first eruption of his semen into me. With each ejection he gasped and thrust in deep. My legs now wrapped round him I forced him in deeper and deeper. His seed mingled with my lubricant to flood me; again an again he released himself into me as I wept with elation. At last the long wanderings in the wilderness of unrequited longing were over, and he was mine. He finished and lay limply over me as I continued to move myself over his shaft until the last quivering of my orgasm ceased. We had no urge to separate, and we lay together until he was ready to take me again. Part 3.The Aftermath The long torment of our restraint had ended, to be replaced by a new demon. We were like children who, having taken one sweet from the bag and eaten cannot stop until the whole is consumed. But the container of our desires seemed bottomless. The more we consumed the more we wanted to consume and we feasted without end. The normal demands of life and work were but an interruption of our loving. Even when we were not copulating we seemed unable to leave each other alone, touching and kissing at every opportunity. There were times when I sucked him dry of his sperm and his penis remained flaccid for a time, but even then he served me with tongue and fingers, relieving me of the seemingly endless stream of libidinous energy that he inspired in me. At other times I rejoiced when he came into my mouth or between my breasts. It seemed a way of giving without thought of return, but mostly it did lead to a return. We had found in each other the ever flowing fountain of fulfilment that was capped only by my being able to tell him I was pregnant to him. If I had been apprehensive then I need not have been. His words gave me all the reassurance I needed. "Mother, how beautiful." Look at me While He's Fucking You The MMF you've been asking for starts. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (4.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Look At My Tits I had always wondered what it would be like to be a woman. Not in a cross-dressing sense, but to be an actual woman. I wondered what it was like to be filled instead of doing the filling. I wondered what it was like to be the pursued, instead of the pursuer. I wondered what it was like to grab my own tits and play with my pussy... and then one day I had the chance; I was a woman...but wait, lets start at the beginning. I am a man in my thirties, married and with children. I am not gay. I even have trouble watching 2 guys kissing in a movie. But for as long as I can remember I always wondered what it would be like to be a woman. I would dream of the opportunity. I would go to bed at night praying for an opportunity to wake up the next morning a woman. Temporarily, nothing permanent. Just for a while to see what it would be like to finger myself, or to have some man want my body and hunger for me the way that I had hungered for woman in the past. What happened next I can’t explain. I don’t know why or how, I just know it was. I was going through my normal day. Wake up, kiss the wife, kiss the kids, and off to work. Nothing unusual at work, just another normal day with normal problems. Then something unusual happened... traffic!. OK, for most of you this is a normal occurrence, and it used to be for me too, but I am a back-roads kind of guy now. I zip through the housing communities and follow the winding roads to and from work and never run into traffic, but today is different. In front of me is a line of cars winding through the development, and all I see are brake lights. I react by switching off my normal route, but I run into the brake lights again. So now I have time on my hands ... oh what to do? I flip on the radio, but to no avail, I get a bad signal on all my stations except some psychiatrist show that I have no interest in. I quickly turn the radio off and slam the steering wheel. This is exactly why I started to take this route, I thought to myself. I hate traffic and have no patience for it. I slam my head back against the headrest and then it hits me like a wave at the shore... I wish I was a woman. “ Wait, where did that come from...” I caught myself saying aloud. I hadn’t thought about that in years. “I wish I had a cock in my pussy...” hold on, did I just say that out loud!... I am a man, I have a wife and kids. I put it out of my mind for a while and opened my window to get some air. “I want a dick in my mouth...” oops, there it goes again. I said this out loud, with the window open. What was I doing. I hope noone heard me. “Oh I wish I were a woman just for a week, just to see what it would be like...” why is this coming out of my mouth. Why was I saying these things out loud. I reach for the window button to raise it so noone would hear me. As I push the button forward and the window begins to rise I see out of the corner of my eye this old woman. She is dressed as you would expect a bag lady to look like. Old cloths that are tattered and dirty, old shoes that don’t appear to fit right. I turned my head slowly to get a better look at her. I wanted to see if she heard me... did she hear me? Oh my God, she may have heard me. I began to panic as I looked into her eyes. She just stared back at me with no expression. “Great!”, I caught myself saying. “Great!” wait..., she didn’t hear me. But just after the second “great” tumbled from my lips it happened, she winked and smiled at me. It was a wicked smile, almost evil like. She knew!, she heard! Panic was not just setting in, but overpowering me. I was frozen. She heard me! The traffic inched up, but I remained frozen. I was snapped back to reality by the car horn blast from behind. I inched forward as I looked back for the woman. She heard me I repeated. Shit! She heard me. I was embarrassed, I was panicking. She heard me... what the fuck is wrong with me... why did I say these things out loud. I scanned the area where the woman was... “she’s gone! Where the fuck is she!” Did this happen, did I imagine this? Why would I imagine this? I turn my attention to the traffic... wait where’s the traffic? The car horn blast again and I look into my rear view mirror. The guy behind me is screaming something and gesturing for me to move. I depress the accelerator and drive home, traffic free. I pull into my driveway all the while running that scene through my head... did it happen? Was there traffic? What is wrong with me? I rush into the house to my waiting wife and kids, kiss them all and head to our liquor cabinet. “ I need a drink!” I proclaim. “ Thank God its Friday”... as I pour myself a double. My wife asks if I am OK, but I just pour myself another double. “ Bad day?” she asks as she hugs me. I mumble something undetectable and pour another double. “Wow hun, must have been awful” she declares. She kisses me on the cheek and says dinner would be ready soon. I gulp down my third double and refill my glass. As I move over to my chair, I rerun the situation in my head again and again. There was traffic, wasn’t there? Did I see that old woman? What is wrong with me? I finish off my forth drink and run for the bottle again. My wife watches me with concern. “ Are you OK honey, is there something I can do? “Do you wanna talk about it?” “No” I shout. She looked pained as I normally don’t shout at her. “ Sorry, I just had a real bad day at the office”, “I need to rest”. I worked my way up to the bedroom and slipped into my night cloths. Its 6:30pm I though and I am in my night cloths... some Friday. I yell down to my wife... “I am going to bed hun, I need some rest.” I had thought this may cause some fighting as my wife loves to go out on Fridays. She yells up from downstairs "get some rest and tomorrow would be a better day." What a great wife I have, I thought to myself. What a great life I have. She is right, It will all be better tomorrow, a little rest and it would all be better tomorrow. I polish off my drink and clime under the covers. I wake to a pounding headache. I keep my eyes closed as my head pounds to the light. Thank God its Saturday as I lay there motionless except for the pounding veins in my head. Was it four or five double? I try to recall this as I lay motionless. Five... it was five... that explains the headache. I slid out of bed and sat at the edge with my eyes still shut tight. Damn my head hurts. I raise my hands to my eyes to wipe the crustiness out. Ouch! as my nail scratches my eye lid slightly. Need to cut them worked through my mind as my head continued to pound. I cracked open my eyes and the brightness of the room made my head hurt even more. I tried to find my way to the bathroom with my eyes closed to get some aspirin. As I stand I feel different. Lighter. Could it be from not eating dinner? Must be the hangover. I stumble across the room and reach for the bathroom door eyes still closed. Its not there. I feel along the wall and I find a knob and open the door. As I step inside I stumble on a pair of shoes and walk into hanging cloths. Closet! I turn and step out...wait, the closet is on the other side of the room. I force my eyes open a bit and my head begins to pound harder. I scan the room. This is not my bedroom. What is happening? I continue to scan and see the bathroom. Cold water, I need cold water. I work my way to the bathroom and figure that after a splash of cold water, I could get a better grasp of my surroundings. I work the handle of the sink and place my hands under the water. That is when I noticed, pretty hands I thought. Pretty hands? I splashed water on my face and looked into the mirror. I see a beautiful woman in the mirror, but where was I? I reached under the water and splashed more of the cold on my face. I looked in the mirror again. Still looking back at me was this beautiful woman. Is that me? Am I a woman? Nope... must be a dream. “Are you OK princess?”...the sound cut through my head like a knife. “Honey... I asked as you OK?” That’s a mans voice... what the fuck is going on? I looked into the mirror again... “I’m fine”... As I did the woman in the mirror said “I’m fine” this was me in the mirror. I am a woman. Oh Shit!. The voice came from the bedroom again... ”well get back to bed...its Saturday and I want to make love to you”. Make love to me... huh...what do I do know? My head is killing me, and I am not even sure this is real. “I need coffee honey, head hurt, coffee and an aspirin” I am her... she is me... we are... he interrupted my thought “Want some help?” That is sweet I thought... sweet... ahhh... I’m thinking like a girl... ”I’ll get it, you just stay in bed” “OK you sure”... ”yes” and I heard him turn over. I scanned my body... her body in the mirror... wow... she..I am hot I thought. I worked my way to the kitchen and found the coffee. I Made a quick pot and waited for it to finish. I searched for the cups, but by instinct I knew where they were. I poured myself a cup and sat at the table. As I sipped my head began to feel better. I took in my surroundings and waited to wake from this dream. As I sat there I heard the shuffle of feet, “shit he is coming here” I thought to myself. I am not ready for this. I am definatly not ready for this! I heard him get to the door. He peered in and smiled. Wow... he is good-looking. Tall, maybe 6'2" muscular, dark hair and eyes. Nice smile. “You OK princess?’ “Fine John”...John, where did that come from? “Good” he said, “you had a lot to drink last night, I was worried”. He walked to the table where I was sitting and placed 2 aspirin on the table. “Take these, they’ll help” he said with a smile and reached down and kissed me on the lips. The kiss was unexpected and made me wet. I am wet? I have a pussy... and oh I feel wet, wow...this was a new sensation. Not like getting hard. Different, emotional. I looked up into his eyes and smiled. He bent over again and kissed me longer...wow... that was great..as I felt my pussy twitch. That is why women like to kiss so much... its like electricity. I reached over and grabbed the aspirin, popped them in my mouth and washed them down with my coffee. John walked behind me and began to rub my shoulders with his powerful hand. Again the electricity raced through my... her body and I lay my head back. John kissed me again and I felt his tongue brush my lips. My body responded instinctivly by standing and turning. I reconnected our lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I am hot for this man, I though as we kissed. I reached around and placed my ands on his ass. Nice and hard. I could feel his bulge building in his boxers. My hands moved to his front and grabbed his cock. “I need this”. I began to work it and I felt my pussy juice run down my leg. I need him. John’s left hand found my... her breast and began to kneed softly gently squeezing my nipple. An intense feeling of pleasure raced through me like lighting. I quickly worked John’s cock to a hard erection. John’s fingers found my pussy... Oh my God... touch my pussy. John worked his finger in and I began to tremble. ” Let's go back to the bed, Can I make love to you? Are you feeling better?’ “Yes” I whispered back...” I need you”. John took my hand and led me toward the bedroom. Is this really happening? Is this a dream? What is my... her name? Where do we live? Are we married? All these thoughts came in a flash and I dismissed them all. I’ll think about it after I get fucked. I am going to get fucked! To be continued...