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The Tow

By: JenniferO1



I'm sorry it's been awhile since I've contributed, I really appreciate all of you sending me Emails with your comments, good and bad. They've been really helpful. Please keep it up. I have several more stories almost ready for publication so keep a lookout as well and let me know your thoughts. 

This story is about something that happened to me a few years back while I was still with the boyfriend I wrote about in my story called "The River". I had tried to break up with him right after that incident, but he begged for another chance and fool that I was, I gave it to him. Of course, I didn't tell him that I had gotten screwed silly by his roommates that day by the river. 

Well, he was really good for a few weeks, but by this time a couple of months later, he was back to his old ways. Maybe his roommates had said something, but I don't think so, he would've been very upset if he found out. 

It was late fall Friday afternoon, I was feeling pretty sexy and needed a little attention. I knew Alan's roommates were supposed to be heading out for the night, so I called Alan and asked him about maybe getting together that evening and he agreed. I got home early and took a nice, long, hot bath, smoking a joint and drinking almost a whole bottle of wine while soaking away the day's stresses. I guess that's when I came up with the idea of surprising Alan. I just love to go out dressed sexily; it must be the exhibitionist streak in me, I love it when men check me out. 

I finally got out of the tub, toweled off and put on some nice powder. Then I thought about what would be sexy enough to wear. I decided on a white garter belt with a pair of sheer white nylons with red high heel shoes, no panties or bra. I also have this beautiful white, silk bathrobe that feels so, so sexy against my skin. The problem is that is only comes down a couple of inches below my pussy. I decided what the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. I wanted to make Alan's eyes bug when I showed up and this would do it. I knew it would drive him crazy seeing me walk up the street from where ever I parked to his place in such a sexy outfit and I'd love doing it. 

It was around 7pm by the time I climbed into my jeep and started on the30-minute drive over to Alan's place. About halfway there, on this back road shortcut that I knew about, the jeep's motor starting to skip and a couple of minutes later it got so bad that the engine just quit. I tried restarting the thing but it wouldn't even pop, nothing, just turned and turned. I didn't know what to do, it was dark and I was getting cold. 

Stupid me, I was so involved in the fantasy of what Brian would do to me when he saw me that I never thought about putting a change in the car. I didn't have any other clothes with me at all. I didn't even have my purse, The only lucky thing was that I had left my phone in the car, so I called Alan. No Answer! I waited a couple of minutes thinking that maybe he was in the bathroom and tried again, still no luck. God damn him! where the hell was he anyway? He knew I was coming over, he should be home, but it would be just like him to forget and go out with his roommates and that was what it looked like had happened. 

I had no choice; I had my AAA card in the glove box and so called them. I told the woman on the phone that I had broken down and that I didn't have a coat in the car and needed to have someone come out as soon as possible. She sounded bored but after taking all my information, she promised that I'd be a priority and hung up. I tried Alan again, still no answer. Then I waited... and waited... and waited some more. The whole time, I kept trying to call Alan. Finally an hour and 10 minutes later, the tow truck arrived. 

I stayed in the Jeep and when the driver came up, I rolled down the window and explained as best as I could what had happened. I really didn't want to get out of the car dressed as I was. He asked that I pop the hood and try to turn it over. He got some tools and a flashlight from his truck and a couple of minutes later announced that unfortunately it looked like my fuel pump was history. He asked where I'd like to be towed. 

Well, I didn't have much of an option; I tried calling Alan again and still no luck. I finally got out of the car when the tow driver backed his truck up to the front of the Jeep and asked what the chance was of having the repair done tonight. The driver gave me a kinda surprised look when he saw how I was dressed, but told me that he thought that maybe they might be able to work something out, but it would be up to the boss back at the garage. He asked me if I wanted to get in the truck to warm up while he hooked up my jeep. I did, I was really cold, my nipples were hard from the cold and a little sore from being hard for so long. As I walked up to the truck, I looked down at the front of my robe and sure enough, they were prominently poking through the thin silk material. I was sure that's what the driver noticed when I first started talking to him. 

Once he got the jeep hooked up, he got in and we headed off for the garage. The driver seemed friendly enough, but kinda shy or maybe just quiet. He did have a wedding ring on, so maybe he was just uncomfortable being so close to a woman other than his wife who was scantily dressed. I don't know what it was, but it was a pretty quiet ride to the service station. It must have been a 20-minute drive further into the country. It was kinda scary when we finally got the garage. It looked like a tumble down kinda place. There were a bunch of cars in the parking lot, half of them looked like they had been cannibalized to create some sort of Frankenstein vehicle that was probably hidden deep in a shed somewhere on the property. The driver pointed out the office and told me to go in to talk to the boss while he got the jeep into the shop. 

I went in and there was a big, kinda fat guy doing some paperwork at a counter just inside the door. He looked up and literally did a double take when he saw me standing there in at the counter dressed as I was. I told him about the problem with the jeep and asked whether or not it would be possible to get my car fixed that night. I was kinda stranded. He told me that it was after hours and they were supposed to be closed but to wait a minute while he went out to check with the mechanic to see if he was willing to work some overtime. While he was gone, I tried calling Alan again, but he still wasn't there. 

I had just cancelled the call when the owner came back up front. I noticed this time that his name, Leonard was stitched on his shirt. He told me that they could probably do it, but that it would take a couple of hours. Did I have anyone I wanted to call to pick me up? I told him that I had been trying to get in touch with my boyfriend since this happened with no luck. I didn't have anyone else to call and I'd just wait if he didn't mind. He said he didn't and pointed out the coffeepot and a couple of chairs as he went back into the garage area to send the driver out for the parts. I still had a pretty good buzz going from the wine and joint earlier and didn't feel like taking the edge off by drinking old stale coffee, I wished that there was some way I could light up a joint, but that wasn't too likely. 

Leonard came back out front to finish his paper work a minute later. I sat down to wait. They had a pile of magazines on a small table and I picked up one of those to pass the time. After a couple of minutes it occurred to me again that I didn't have my purse or credit cards with me, thus no way to pay for the work the shop was doing. I tried calling Alan again. No luck, I tried a couple more times over the next half hour before finally giving up on him and walking over to the counter. Leonard looked up with his eyebrows raised in question. I told him about my problem. I explained how I had tried calling my boyfriend, but he wasn't home. He took it all in and leaned back just looking at me. 

"Why in the world would you come out without your purse or a coat or... anything?" He asked. 

Blushing, I explained how I had made plans with my boyfriend to go over to his house and hang out for the evening, I thought I'd surprise of my outfit, I never considered what would happen if I broke down. He smiled and told me that he thought my boyfriend was an asshole to blow me off like this and laughing, said that I was lucky he wasn't my boyfriend because he'd never leave me alone. He was staring right at my nipples again and while I didn't want to look down, I could feel them getting all twisted up hard under his stare. I just knew that he was getting a good eyeful of them as they pushed my robe out. The silk robe was really thin and didn't leave really anything to the imagination, especially with my huge nipples reacting as they were. 

I smiled agreeing that my boyfriend was being a big jerk, then asked what he wanted to do about the money. I told him that I'd be happy to go home when the car was repaired to get some cash, or if he wanted someone to follow me, that would be fine too. He smiled and said to let him think about it while he finished his paperwork, maybe we could work something out. I thanked him with another smile and walked back to the chair. 

On the way, I look down and realized that my robe had loosened a bit and while I was talking to him, it must've sagged open and being as small as I am it gave him a bird's eye view of my breasts. Being exposed like that really excited me and it still does to this day. I felt myself becoming aroused. On an impulse, I decided to tease him a bit more by letting him see a more intimate part of me if he came over or even just looked over at me from the counter. I didn't tighten up the sash; in fact I loosened it up a bit more as I walked back to the chairs. It allowed my robe to open even more, showing a lot of what little cleavage that I have. 

When I sat down, I positioned myself so that my butt was on the edge of the hard plastic chair. I crossed my legs in a lady like fashion and leaned back to read a magazine. That caused my robe to ride up my thighs and I could feel the cold air on my hot exposed pussy. Almost as soon as I did it, I started having second thoughts about what I was doing. I was just getting ready to scoot back in the chair and cover myself up again when the owner came back up to the counter to look over some papers there and I froze. I was afraid that it would've been obvious that I was deliberately flashing if I hastily tried to cover up now. I just pretended that I wasn't aware of what I was revealing. From over the top of the magazine though, I could him devouring me with his eyes. I didn't dare look up at him. He walked over to some wall switches and turned on more lights saying that it would be easier for me to read with the lights turned up. 

It would also be easier for him to study my exposed pussy as well. I thanked him and he walked back to the counter to work on more paperwork or at least pretend to, he never took his eyes off me. I was so excited and so nervous. My pussy was on fire and soaking wet. I could feel my pussy becoming engorged and starting to open up to reveal the tender, deeper pink inner lips. I have almost no hair down there and was sure that he must've seen the wetness glistening on my opening pussy. I was buzzing now from the sexual high as well as the wine and weed. 

It wasn't as if this guy was particularly good looking or anything, he wasn't... at all. He was big and he looked almost exactly as you might expect a 40 some odd year old biker might. He had a beer belly and probably weighed 250 pounds or better. He had a heavy, dark beard with gray streaks in it, longish hair and strong, strong hands with what looked like years of ground in grease. I don't mean to imply he was dirty, just that he had been working on cars for so long that there was no way that all the ground in grease would ever come out. 

Anyway, I guess it was just that I was pretty hot starting out tonight and once my motor gets going, I pretty much remain worked up until I get some satisfaction. Also, I was pissed off at my boyfriend, he stood me up and as far as I was concerned that was it for him, it was over. I wasn't really planning to fuck this guy, but I was sure willing to tease and flash him. Now I was really buzzing as I looked up and caught him staring right at my exposed pussy. I had to give it to him; he didn't back off at all. When he saw me looking at him, he just smiled at me and said he was thinking that maybe we could work something out on the payment for the repair. I smiled back, "Oh really? I can just imagine what were you thinking!" I couldn't believe I was being so brash, but by now I was soaking wet and really, really excited. Out of control really. 

"Well, come on over here and I'll 'splain my idea to you" He said. 

I knew I was crossing the line now, but I put the magazine down and stood up. I felt the sash on my robe loosening still more as I stood almost completely revealing my breasts to his hungry eyes. It closed up again once I was standing, but I knew he had gotten a good look anyway. I walked over and he walked out from behind the counter. When I got to where he was standing, he said, let me tell you what I was thinking, but you'll understand better sitting up here on the counter. With that, he reached down put his hands on my waist and lifted me to sit up on the counter. 

I didn't say a word, but was trembling with anticipation. "Here's what I was thinking," he said as he pulled the sash on my robe and gently pushed me back to lie on the counter. As I lay back, he held the sash and my robe fell open leaving me nude on the garage counter. He pushed my legs apart until they hung over the edges of the counter. He didn't say another word; he just leaned forward and buried his tongue into my wet, pink folds. I was wild as I felt his beard touch my tender pussy and his tongue rasp across my swollen clitoris. 

I gave myself totally over to the moment and the thrill of my lust as his tongue worked it's magic on me. I tried to keep some semblance of control, but it was no use. I got caught up in the sensations and they carried me away like the current of a strong river. He was old, but by god, he was good. I had never had a man with a beard go down on me before and it felt glorious. I was moving my hips in time to what he was doing and pushing myself into his face and he pushed just as strongly back. 

I could hear his breathing and he was as excited as I was, he was almost growling as he moved up my body to my breasts, sucking first one nipple into his mouth and then the other. He was getting wild. He pushed my breasts together and somehow got both nipples into his mouth at the same time. It felt just awesome; I arched my back offering him more. He was rough and I loved that too, his beard scratching me as he manhandled my sensitive breasts. He slid back down my body and attacked my pussy again, growling more loudly as he slid his tongue deep into my folds. That was it, I went over the edge, pulling him hard into me as I pushed my pulsating pussy into his face. As I was moaning and the waves were still firing through my body, he pulled me off the counter and pushed me to my knees in front of him. 

He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down revealing a thick, throbbing dick. The head was purple, huge and looked ready to burst. He put his hand to back of my head and just stuffed his hard dick past my lips and into my mouth. This guy was definitely out of control; he pushed my robe off my shoulders and down off my arms leaving me naked except for my garter, stocking and shoes. 

He put his hands behind my head and started pumping his dick into my mouth with abandon. He was stuffing that thing down my throat, literally fucking my face. I'm good at giving head, and love doing it, but he wasn't giving me a chance to slow things down to show my talent. I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and sucked as much as I could, but he was just pumping away like a madman. I just kept rolling my tongue around his shaft and head as it slid back and forth while he fucked my mouth. I wish there were a more polite way to put it, but there just isn't, it's what was happening. 

His breathing was rasping and he was moaning and pumping away like a machine until without warning, he blew his top deep down my throat. He held my head tight to him as he shot blast after blast of his load down my throat. I sucked and swallowed as fast as I could and he started pumping again not losing a bit of his iron. When he finally finished the last weak spurts of after spasms of his orgasm, he slid his still hard dick out of my mouth. I pulled him down to the floor until he was lying on his back on the dirty concrete floor. I pulled his pants all the way off and crawled up his body, positioning myself above his still twitching manhood. I guided his hard dick to my wet opening. Without any preamble and in one quick motion I sat back and took him all the way to the hilt, burying his dick deep into my quivering pussy. 

He was thick and he stretched me open in the most delicious way, it felt great. With my hands on his chest I started to slowly ride him, loving the feel of it as he slid deep into me. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open. I ran my hands up his hairy chest. I just love hairy chests, I know that in this age a smooth boy is the way a lot of women like to go, but me... I liked the hair and he had it lots of it. 

He was running his hands up my body roughly playing with my breasts as I moved on him. I was into it as much as he was. He pulled me down to him to suck my nipples. He rubbed his face all over my swollen breasts, squeezing and sucking on them. He took my hands and moved them to my breasts and then started to squeeze and tease them using my hands under his. He made me feed him my tits. I did and after a few moments he let my hands go and I put one hand behind his head as I fed first one breast then the other to his hot, hungry mouth. He was rough; he bit and sucked hard practically taking my whole breast into his mouth. I screamed in pain and pleasure as he mauled my super sensitive nipples. My nipples are really big and soft even when they are hard, my whole areola twists up into my nipple when I'm excited making them at least a 1/2 inch thick and even longer than that. Finally, he was getting too rough and I sat up pulling a nipple out of his mouth with a pop. I was still riding that fat dick and was having trouble keeping focused on what was happening to my body. The sensations were just too much, I always lose perspective during good sex. 

"Play with your titties for me baby, show me how you like it; twist those big nipples of yours". I sat up a little straighter and bringing my hands to my breasts and began to kneed them, squeezing and pulling on my nipples as he watched. He was moaning his pleasure. He had his hands on my hips and was meeting the movement of my hips with hard thrusts of his own. I looked down at him and his eyes were riveted on my breasts and what I was doing to them. I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye and without being obvious about it, saw that the tow truck driver and some other guy watching us through a window in the door between the shop and the office. 

They were only a few feet away and the way we were positioned, the boss couldn't see them, the top of his head was pointing toward the door and he was busy watching me. It really excited me to have these young guys watching me screw this older fat man. I don't why it excited me so much to have them see me with this guy, but it did. I imagined that they had their own dicks out as they watched. I put my arms back behind me and leaned way back, I threw my head back and pushed my pussy on his dick. In this position, Leonard as well as his guys watching could see his big dick sliding in and out of my tightly stretched pussy. 


The TOW GB



I had the day off, and of course it was raining... I finished cleaning the house and decided to check my email. 

Once I was done with that, I decided to do some food shopping. I put on my black stretchy pants and a t-shirt. I got everything together and ran to the van. Wouldn't you know it, it wouldn't start. It was totally dead. I ran back to the house & called AAA. They told me someone would be there in about an hour or so. I went back & turned on the computer. As my mind wandered, I found myself viewing erotic photos. I was getting very aroused, especially viewing the photos of threesomes and groups. 

Suddenly, the door bell rang. As I went to get the door I realized that I was pre-occupied viewing the sex sites that an hour passed and my pants were a bit "damp" in the crotch. 

I opened the door, but found no one there. I looked into the drive way and saw that the driver was already busy getting the van onto the flatbed. 

I walked over and asked if he needed anything. Without turning towards me, I was told that I needed to accompany the van since it was being towed from New Jersey to Brooklyn. 

I told him that I couldn't do that because I had things needing to be done around here and a round trip to Brooklyn would be at least 2 hours plus however long it took for the repair. 

The driver looked me up and down and said gruffly, "You want the van in Brooklyn lady? Then you go too." I paused and thought for a moment. I then looked the driver up and down. I thought to myself 

"Hmmm. This might not be a bad ride after all." 

The driver went about his business of getting my van on the truck while I went to give Mike a call to let him know that I needed to go with the driver if I wanted the van fixed. He wasn't to thrilled, but understood. I then told him "this may be fun". He asked what I meant. I only replied with , "I'll tell you later. Gotta go!" 

I went to change into something more appropriate for what I hoped would be an exciting time. I put on my 13" short black skirt with the slit on the left and a nice tight sweater. I pulled on my stockings and boots and I was ready to go. I went out and ask if he wanted me to get in yet. 

The driver, still busy, turns his head and does a double take. "Yeah sure lady, go ahead." he said as he stared at the bottom of my skirt just centimeters below my clit. He then went around to the passenger side, adjusting his growing bulge. I climb into the cab of the truck with some difficulty, exposing my snatch in the process as he checked under the flatbed on the passenger side. He walks around to the driver side shaking his head and rubbing his crotch. He climbs in, looks me over once more and starts up the truck. I am feeling very nervous but very excited at this point, so I start off with small talk by introducing myself to him although he already knows my name. He says his name is "Dave" and he lives in East Brunswick but grew up in Queens. I ask about his wife, but there isn't a misses at the moment. He says he likes it better that way. Women are just trouble... I laugh and tell Dave I agree, but I still like them anyway. He looks at me funny but decides not to question me further. 

It was getting extremely warm in the truck so I slip off my coat and "accidentally" caused my skirt to ride up to my crotch. He was trying very hard to drive and not look but every so often he'd take a peak. 

I asked him if he has a girlfriend and he tells me no that he just broke it off with the bitch. I told him about Mike and me. He asked why Mike lets me dress like that. I told him that Mike likes when I act like a slut. He opened his eyes wide again but turned away quickly. I asked him what he thinks about the way I am dressed. Smiling, he said "You look like a slut." 

I thanked him and said, "I am a slut!" 

He seemed to have gotten a bit flustered at that comment, but judging from the bulge in his pants, I think he liked the idea. 

After a second, he composed himself then turned and asked me "Just what do you think a slut is?" I smiled and told him that, "A slut is someone who wants to fuck anyone, anytime, anyplace and doesn't care who it is or how many, as long as I, I mean she, gets a cock in their pussy, up their ass or in their face." I paused a moment, then added, "Hopefully, all of the above." As I smiled at him. 

At this point he adjusted his crotch, this time without embarrassment. In a couple of minutes he pulled the truck over into the first rest stop along the turnpike. He turned towards me & says, "Okay, slut, now is your chance," as he unzips his pants and yanks out his dick. "Suck it slut. If you're as good as you look you are, I might let you have more" I smiled as I licked my lips and bent down on his stiff piece of meat. 

As I began sucking, He reached over and pulled down my stockings over my ass and spread my cheeks. He then slid his fingers up and down my slit. I was so busy bobbing I didn't see that a truck had pulled over next to us. What a sight it must have been, My ass is up in the air with my skirt is up around my waist, my stockings down around my knees and my head bobbing up & down on a nice stiff cock. I guess he liked what he saw because I soon felt a draft and the next thing I knew, I felt a third hand between my legs. Dave pulled me over more towards the driver's side as he invited the other guy into the cab. Dave reached over and spread my ass wide. "Have at it pal." he said "I didn't realize that I picked up a slut. She said she wanted cock." 

With that, I felt a hard cock shoved into my soaking wet pussy. I gasped as his cock reaches full hilt and I am rewarded with Dave's cock pushed further down my throat. I gag for a moment until I can catch my breath. The guys get their rhythm going and I am getting fucked nicely. I am loving every fucking beat. Just then Dave pulls his cock out of my mouth and shoots his load all over my face. "Here slut!" he says. After he finished cumming, he shifted his view so he could see me getting pounded from behind. There was a knock on the steamy driver's side window. He rolled it down and saw one of his friends. "Hey Dave! What's,.. Oh shit! Nice!" He said as he noticed me getting fucked. Dave asked "Do you want some of this nice slut?" "Hell yeah!" He responded. Dave climbed out allowing his friend room to enter. He's huge, bald and black with a gleam in his eye that is scary. He whipped out his cock and began to jerk off. I reach out for it so I can suck it while I'm being fucked, but he slapped my hand away. "Wait for it you slut!" He tells the guy banging my pussy, "He pal, do ya mind stopping for a minute? I want some of that fine looking pussy." 

The guy starts to object but takes in his size and decides to give it up for a second. The big black guy picks me up and impaled me on his pole. I slid down on his big cock to his balls effortlessly due to being so wet & so damned horny for it. Immediately, he leaned me well into him so that his shoulder was pressed below my tit. Looking at the one who was previously enjoying my wet pussy, he asked, "Hey man! Why don't you shove that cock of yours up this slut's ass?" With that invitation cock #2 spreads my cheeks and rams his cock up my ass as far as it can go. I feel like I am being ripped in half but the pain eases quickly as I get accustomed to being fucked in my ass and pussy simultaneously. Meanwhile, Dave returns and is just leaning on his truck sipping his coffee watching me get banged. I am getting fucked so good. I am screaming like a bitch in heat as I cum over and over again. I don't care who hears me. I can't get enough and I scream to them how much I'm loving this. 

They laugh and tell me what a good slut I am. Dave suggests that I need another cock so I can have one in all 3 holes, as I had hoped for earlier. He steps aside and allows Jim, a friend who was with the black guy and was watching from the side, to climb in. Jim crouches next to my face and I quickly grab at him to free his cock. He shoves it into my waiting mouth. I feel myself cumming over and over again as I eagerly sucked this new cock deep into my throat as I repeatedly bounce up & down on Cock #2 and Cock#3. I feel the guy in my ass begin to twitch. He then pulled out and shot his load all over my ass cheeks. Then the next guy grunts and tells me to take it all. He shoved his cock deep into my hole and pumped his load way inside. The guy in my mouth can't take it anymore. He grabbed my hair and fucked my face fast & hard until he shot his load down my throat. They then zip up their pants and say goodbye. Dave climbs back in the truck and smiles. I am covered with cum and I have a big smile on my face. Jim gets in to ride with us as I thanked them for the fucking. 

We got back on the turnpike & I called Mike from my cell a few minutes after I regained my composure. I tell him from when I hung up with him before. In detail I tell him of the conversation I had with Dave. Unconsciously I reach over and begin rubbing Jim's cock through his jeans. I begin to tell Mike from when Dave pulled over as I opened Jim's pants to free his once again hardening cock. As I'm telling Mike about my gangbang in the cab of this flatbed truck, I get so excited that I climbed onto Jim's cock, still facing the road. He pulls my sweater over my tits and begins pinching and squeezing them as I begin to cum again with Mike on the phone. 

Suddenly, I hear Dave say "Oh shit!" as he was looking in his side view mirror. The State Trooper wanted him to pull over. But that's another story.



The Tow-Truck Driver



I'm on the way to visit my mom, and I'm driving on a somewhat deserted stretch of road. All of a sudden, I feel a big bump, and then a tha-thump, tha-thump noise. I've got a flat tire! I pull over safely, and get out to inspect it. I apparently ran over a rock, and I have no idea how to change the tire. 

I look at the sky, which is overcast and gray. It'll be dark in about an hour, and will likely rain. The forest around me that was so pretty -- almost ethereal in the fog, now seems dark and foreboding.

Dammed! Fortunately I have a cell phone with me, & I call AAA. Finally, I get through to an operator who pleasantly tells me that it will be at least an hour before a tow-truck driver can get to me. I explain my situation to her, but she tells me that it can't be any faster. I angrily hang up the phone, and settle in to wait, locking all my doors.

Maybe 15 minutes go by. I've turned on the radio, and I have just begun to relax, when through the fog, I see a yellow tow-truck driving up behind me. He parks in front of my car, and I watch as a big, handsome, black man steps out of the truck. He must be at least 6'2", and he's got the widest shoulders I've ever seen.

He knocks on my window, and smiles pleasantly at me. When I roll my window down, he says, "Hi, my name is Fergus, and it looks like you could use a hand." I explain the situation to him, and he says that he would love to help. He takes off his black leather jacket. Despite the cold, all he has on under it, is a white tank top. The tight shirt accents his rippling chest to perfection. I sit back and watch his bulging shoulder muscles ripple as he quickly and efficiently changes the tire. When he's done, I follow him to the truck to sign the paperwork. His tight jeans mold his butt perfectly.

He hands me the clip board to sign, and when I look up, I catch him looking down my sweater. I ask him how much it will cost, and he says "It's no charge." I start to protest, saying that I have to pay him something for all his help, and he says, "Well, if you feel like you have to give me something, I would take a kiss."

I'm a little surprised by this, but it seems like a reasonable request. So I wrap my arms around his neck, and he leans down and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. When I don't pull away right-away, he kisses me again, this time longer. His lips are warm & soft, and soon he slides his velvety tongue between my lips. I can't seem to pull myself away, he feels so good.

It's been so long since I've been kissed like this! I'm conscious only of how his body feels pressed against me, his strong arms around my waist, the musky scent of his cologne, and the fog swirling around us. When he does pull away, he gives me a questioning look, and I just smile back at him. I melt when he starts kissing my neck hungrily, his hands gripping my butt. I'm only mildly surprised to feel a growing bulge against my stomach.

His lips find mine again, and he's running his hands all over me now -my back, arms, down to my thighs. Somehow my sweater gets removed during all of this, and he is delighted to find that I'm not wearing a bra. His hands encompass my large, creamy white breasts, and he starts suckling my nipples. I groan in ecstasy.

It begins to drizzle, and it's freezing out, so he leads me inside the truck. I lay down on the leather seat, and he leans over me. I unzip my jeans, which he pulls down, as he continues kissing my whole body. My face, my neck, my breasts & down to my stomach. Finally he reaches my pussy, and starts flicking his tongue against my clit, and then pushes his whole tongue inside me. Oh God, that feels incredible! It doesn't take long for me to cum, as I moan in ecstasy.

I hear him chuckling at my pleasure - it's a deep, rich laugh, and I smile up at him. I turn my attention to him now, slipping off his t-shirt, and running my hands along his shoulders and biceps. I manage to undo his belt-buckle and jeans while he begins kissing me again, our tongues exploring each other. His cock finally springs free of his boxers - it must be 8" long... :-)

I start running my hand up and down the shaft, and he moans his approval. He's hard as a rock, and I know that he can't last much longer. I slide down, and start licking the head. He starts groaning, and begs me to take all of him, which I do. I manage to suck all of him as I use my tongue to lick up & down... Suddenly, he pulls away from me, turns me back over onto my back, and with one thrust, slides his whole cock inside my dripping pussy.

God, his cock feels good. My arms are wrapped around his strong shoulders, and we buck wildly against each other for what seems like forever. His hard cock is pounding against my G-spot, and I'm surprised that he hasn't cum yet. I'm cumming almost continuously now, and I'm beginning to squirt. He cums with me finally, his creamy load squirting deep inside me.

He collapses on top of me, and we cling to each other, totally spent.

"So," he finally says after we catch our breath, "Do you live around here?" I look into his eyes, and just smile.



The Tow



I'm very flexible and I wanted to really make a show of it, I lay all the way back, I moved one hand down to my pussy and started to gently rub my clit while moving slowly on his dick. 

He moaned an "oh god" and put his hands on my hips and started to thrust so hard that he was bouncing me into the air. A few moments later, he stopped, holding my hips hard, forcing me to stop moving as well. I could feel his dick pulsing at the opening of my pussy and knew he was really close to losing it. The head of his dick was the only thing in me at the moment, so I could feel him swelling as he fought back his orgasm. I didn't want it to end either and so didn't move a muscle as he struggled to control his twitching dick. Meanwhile, I could see that the guys were still watching. 

When he was finally back in control, I slowly leaned back again until I was lying back on his knees. I didn't move I just squeezed his dick with my pussy, contracting and releasing in a slow rhythmic pace. I started to play with one of my breasts and with my other hand, rubbed small circles around my hard, sensitive clit. I'm sure he could see his dick deep in my pussy as I played with my clit. 

I was moaning loudly now, totally excited, it really got me off thinking about the guys in the window watching my pussy stretch as Leonard's dick moved in it. I started to slide back and forth on him slowly. I'd move back until I could feel the head of his dick just ready to pop out and then just as slowly slide back onto him. It was an agony of pleasure, I was so ready to orgasm, but I was trying to draw out the moment, enjoying all the eyes on the most intimate parts of my body. I pulled back one time and his dick popped out of my hungry pussy. I could feel the eyes feasting on my stretched open sex. I let them all look for a moment and then with a slight movement of my hips engulfed his hard dick again. My nipples were huge and swollen and my pussy was starting to quiver as I continued playing with my clit. It was totally swollen out its hood looking like a pink pearl. On another stroke I let his dick slide out of my pussy, grabbing it and rubbing it over my engorged clit. It was driving me crazy. I slipped his dick back in and pushed myself onto him until he was buried in my pussy once again. 

All of a sudden, the Leonard sat up lifted me off of him. I felt so empty and moaned in disappointment. Quickly though, he lifted me back up on the counter and spread my legs wide. He got up on some kind of step stool and just plunged his dick deep into me. He was out of control, pumping away like a madman. I watched his big, soft belly jiggle as he fucked me. The orgasm had been building for so long that I couldn't stop the it if I wanted to, I was into it before I even really realized I was there. I came hard and he continued pumping away. Every contraction of my orgasm wetly clamped down on his hard, driving cock and I was thrashing about and screaming out my pleasure as he continued to fuck my pussy. I felt like a prisoner pinned to that counter by my pussy...It was delicious. 

Just when I thought my orgasm was over, I rolled into another one and he continued to pump. I couldn't believe his stamina. Most younger guys would come when I did and sometimes I'd be left wanting more. Not this time, this guy was an animal. 

He bent down and grabbed one of my nipples between his teeth and roughly pulled on it, I moaned in pain and pleasure, he twisted the other one around in his dirty, greasy hand pulling on the tender meat of my pale white breast. That set me over yet again and finally during this orgasm, he lost it too. I knew he was close when he let go of my nipples and started to pump away at my pussy ever faster, suddenly, I could feel the hot streams jetting deep into my pussy and he continued thrusting away as he came, grunting his pleasure.

When he finally calmed down just a little bit, he pulled his dick out of my pussy and moved up to my head and sliding it into my willing, warm mouth. This time I slowly, expertly started to blow him. He seemed to enjoy it, but I guess he was pretty much done. He kept a semi for a while, I played with his balls and tried every trick I knew, but he had shot a couple of good loads and as much as he wanted to, his body refused to give any more. I pumped his shaft gently while wrapping my soft tongue around him, but after a couple minutes, he pulled his soft dick out of my mouth, picked up his pants and walked over to what I assumed was the bathroom closing the door behind him. 

I was still lying on the counter spread eagled with my legs on either side of it. Through half-closed eyes, I could see that my audience was still there with a perfect view of my used, red pussy. I was still having some mild after tremors from my orgasm. I reached down and started playing with my clit again for the guys in the back. I spread my pussy wide open and slid 2 then 3 fingers in while my thumb gently rubbed my swollen clit. In my other hand I rolled a nipple around. It only took a few seconds and I quietly came again while they watched. I moved my hand and knew they could see my pussy clenching tightly closed and then relax open as the contractions of the orgasm coursed through my body. 

Just as I was regaining control, Leonard came out of the bathroom and walked over to me. He rubbed and squeezing my breasts for a few moments while with his other hand he roughly rubbed my pussy, sliding a couple meaty fingers into me as he seemed my lithe body lying there spread out before him. Finally he said that he should get out back to see if the boys were back and how the job was coming along. I murmured ok. 

He helped me sit up and lifted me off the counter. I found my bathrobe on the floor and put it on as he walked out back. While I was waiting, I realized that the entire front of the station was windows, I wondered if anyone else had seen our little show, I kinda hoped so. I waited for about 30 minutes before he came out and told me that my Jeep was done and that I was all set, no charge. I smiled at him and stretched up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. 

He squeezed my butt as he gave me a quick hug. I walked outside just as the tow truck driver was backing my Jeep out of the bay. He climbed out and I climbed in. I turned in the seat with one leg in the car and the other on the footrest outside and asked for directions back to the main road. He looked down at my exposed swollen pussy and when he looked back up at me, I smiled. His face got all red at having been caught looking I guess. He stammered out the directions and I thanked him, climbed all the way into the jeep, closed the door and headed for home. 

I broke up with the boyfriend the next day and moved on to other adventures.



The Towel



As I write this I cannot believe what has happened.



First, by way of description, my wife, Lorrie, has a fantastic sexy smile and deep blue eyes and long straight blonde hair that reaches her waist when it is not matted from having just been washed. Lorrie stands five feet six inches tall and she is very slender even after having two wonderful kids she weighs 120 pounds. Her smooth, shapely legs end at heaven's definition of a perfect little ass.

Ultimately, every man's eye is drawn to her perfect breasts. Her soft supple mounds are average size and Lorrie's firm breasts are accented by very sensitive nipples that seem to be permanently hard.

Finally, I should not leave off her warm inviting sex. Just below a thin C-section scar she has a 'V' of downy soft fuzz covers her pubis and her tender dark pink labia are hidden by the swollen flesh on either side of her slit. When stimulated, her clitoris peeks out of the top of her opening. Put simply, Lorrie's vulva is the most beautiful I have ever seen.

Anyway, a good friend of ours, Jerry, had dropped by unexpectedly. Jerry and I were standing in the kitchen, discussing nothing of any real consequence when my beautiful wife unexpectedly wondered in. 

I had heard her coming and I had tried to warn her but Lorrie was chattering away and not paying any attention to me as she came in, barking orders about this and that the way wives do. She was fresh from a shower, and not knowing Jerry was in the house, only had a damp towel haphazardly wrapped around her barely hiding her nakedness. 

The top of the towel was tucked in between her breasts to secure it around her body and the edge ended just mere fractions of an inch below her butt cheeks. Best of all the loose edge of the towel flapped open and closed with the motion of her legs as she walked, flashing us an ample amount of bare skin to hip bone but not quite showing her vulva to our hungry eyes.

Even after she entered the kitchen, Lorrie was so busy towel drying her hair that she did not see us and especially Jerry until she was right at us. The shocked look on Lorrie's face was priceless when she stopped only a few inches in front of Jerry.

"Oh my god! Jerry," Lorrie exclaimed dropping the towel she was drying her hair with and letting her long wet blonde hair fall around her shoulders. "I had no idea you were here, she continued, "Jason! You should have warned me! God, I am so embarrassed! How could you!"

I looked at Jerry and he had a huge shit eating grin on his face and a lust filled look in his eyes. Doubtless, he was thrilled at having such an intimate look at Lorrie and it was obvious he was wishing that my wife's towel would disappear or that may have been me. That was when a wicked thought entered my mind.

I remembered having fun teasing my sister when she came into my room wrapped in a towel after a shower by snatching it off her. My sister tried to act like it annoyed but we both knew she liked showing off her naked body, especially when I did it in front of my friends. My sister would protest but from the wide smile on her face and the fact that she stayed naked far longer than necessary I could tell my sister enjoyed letting others see her naked.

With that memory in mind, that was when a wicked thought crossed my mind and I knew what I had to do. Lorrie was standing right in front of Jerry yammering about I do not know what. Her towel was practically begging me to tug on it so my hand just kind of grabbed the edge of Lorrie's towel and yanked!

There was a long pause. Lorrie looked at me in wide eyed amazement and I looked at Jerry and Jerry stood staring. I could see his eyes traveling down from Lorrie's face, admiring her from head to toe then back lasciviously feasting his eyes on my naked wife. I knew I would be in trouble later but I just could not help myself.

That said, Lorrie remained frozen in place in total shock. I stayed frozen waiting to see what she would do next. Jerry, on the other hand, knew a great opportunity when he saw it and took immediate action.

His shirt, shoes, pants and underwear were off in an instant, presenting his hard erection to my wife, what is fair is fair after all. He did not stop there. He took Lorrie's right hand and guided it to his shaft and then he had her grip his balls with her left hand.

Now Lorrie and I have jokingly talked about what having a threesome would be like, MMF only Lorrie will never allow me to be with another woman. And I have teased Lorrie about her having sex with another man, just stupid stuff to make our sex different. I/we never expected anything to happen for real.

Jerry pushed Lorrie's hand up and down his shaft a couple of time. Lorrie looked at me wondering what I wanted her to do. A nod by me and Lorrie started fisting Jerry's rigid cock in earnest, causing Jerry to moan and say, "Oh my god, yes, Lorrie, that feels so damn good!"

Lorrie's eyes were shining brightly now and she chewed on her lower lip as she concentrated on massaging Jerry's firm meaty pole.

With Lorrie busy with his cock, Jerry reached out and started fondling my wife's bare breasts. He squeezed them firmly but not too hard, the way I think most women like. He also pinched and fingered her nipples, again, in a way that drove Lorrie mad but not so hard as to be unpleasant.

They pleasured each other like that for a few minutes until Jerry leaned forward, breaking Lorrie's grip, and began to lick and suck Lorrie's erect and protruding nipples.

From there it was a simple matter for Lorrie to push Jerry's head downward to her waiting sex. With Jerry kneeling in front of her, Lorrie widened her stance to give him access. There, he inhaled deeply to take in the heady aroma of Lorrie's excitement. 

On Jerry's first contact, Lorrie's whole body shuddered and she had to brace herself on the counter behind her to keep from falling down. Jerry passionately feasted on my wife's tender womanly bits and sweet nectar, something I have done many times. To me, eating Lorrie out is the best part of sex.

Jerry took his time pleasuring my wife like I have experienced many times but I have never been able to see before. Lorrie's face reflect what her body was feeling which was alive with sensual pleasure as muscles clenched and unclenched and waves of sexual delight washed over her body. Her eyes opened widely or clenched tightly shut depending on which strong wave of sexual delight hit her. She was practically panting too as her mouth gaped open as she tried to catch her breath.

When the time was right, Jerry stood up and wrapped his arms around Lorrie and took a butt cheek in each hand. Without speaking both understood what to do, Lorrie put her hands on the back of Jerry's neck and gave a little hop. Jerry lifted her up the rest of the way and guided her into position and Lorrie wrapped her legs around Jerry's hips. Lorrie was suspended in midair from Jerry's eager body.

Simultaneously, Lorrie reached down in between them to guide the tip of Jerry's cock to her sweet spot. One thrust and he was in. Man, I wish I could have seen that first penetration of my wife by a man other than me but all I could do was watch, knowing from their gyrations and body language what had happened, Jerry was fucking my wife.

This was the point I took off my clothes because there was no stopping them now and so that I had free access to my own hardon.

In and out Jerry thrust into my wife as Lorrie bucked hanging from Jerry's body. The thing about fucking the way Jerry and Lorrie were is that it's hard to do for very long. After a few minutes, Lorrie could not hang on any longer and Jerry had to let her down. This, of course, caused Jerry to pull out of my wife.

It was weird seeing Jerry's erection coated in Lorrie's sex juices as it waggled in front of him. At the same time, Lorrie looked at me sheepishly and smiled nervously at me before taking Jerry's hand and leading him into our great room.

Lorrie quickly tossed pillows and sofa cushions on the floor. But when Lorrie moved into position on the cushions, I broke the silence and hoarsely said, "I want to see."

They understood, so Jerry changed places with Lorrie so that Jerry lay down with his hardon sticking up like a spike. Lorrie then, facing toward Jerry's feet, straddled Jerry's hips. I now had the perfect view of Lorrie's spread sex and Jerry's waiting throbbing pole.

Lorrie pulled her long damp blonde hair back out of her face before she reached down between her legs and grasped Jerry's cock and touched the tip to her opening. Lorrie and my eyes locked and she gave me a quick sly smile before she impaled herself.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as Lorrie's soft pliant flesh gave way to Jerry's stiff member. First his plum shaped head disappeared into my wife followed by the rest of his fleshy shaft sliding gently into my wife's pink silky vagina. I felt strange seeing another man balls deep in Lorrie and her nether lips stretched around and framing his cylindrical shaft and her engorged clit and its sex slick reddish pink prepuce showing above.

Once he was fully in her, their fucking started in earnest. Up and down Lorrie went as Jerry's vaginal juice soaked cock repeatedly appeared and disappeared. Lorrie made little whimpering sounds each time his cock slid in. At the same time, Lorrie used her hand to increase her stimulation by massaging her clit. God, it was the most fantastic sexy thing I have ever seen in my life.

Jerry suddenly held his breath and gave one deep hard thrust into Lorrie and I clearly watched his balls pump up and down as he spewed his tiny baby making sperm into my wife's waiting fuck chute, completing and consummating my wife's adultery.

Jerry held himself in Lorrie for a few more moments, savoring the exquisite tenderness of her velvety interior. At last, his spent cock slipped out of my wife. At first, only a few drops of Jerry's milky white fluid dribbled out of Lorrie until Lorrie flexed her vaginal muscles causing several pussy farts and a couple large dollops of semen to bubble out of Lorrie and fall on Jerry's soft cock.

Lorrie, then, crawled backwards until her face was even with Jerry's cum drenched cock. I was shocked to watch Lorrie start licking Jerry's cum off of his cock because I knew how much Lorrie hated the taste of semen. But because of the raunchiness of the moment, Lorrie had tossed out all of her previous inhibitions.

I was even more surprised when Lorrie slurped Jerry's soft cock in her mouth and started sucking it. Lorrie hates to suck my cock and she only does it after a lot of begging by me and only on special occasions like my birthday. Nevertheless, there she was eagerly sucking away.

Lorrie wiggled her butt and her just fucked pussy at me which I took as my being my turn. I crawled up behind Lorrie and had almost lined my cock up when Lorrie stunned me by demanding, "No, eat me!"

Lorrie had always wanted me to eat her out after I had cum in her and I had actually tried to eat my creampie many times. It's just that after cumming I lost any desire to do it but now with me very horny she knew I could not refuse.

I figured now was as good a time as any to give Lorrie what she wanted so I bent down and got into position. First, I had to fight a retching sensation as I prepared. Ordinarily, eating Lorrie's pussy is one of the most wonderful things I get to do but now with her pussy coated and leaking Jerry's fresh semen I was having trouble working up the nerve.

Lorrie shook her butt at me impatiently so I steeled my nerve, stuck out my tongue and touched it to her seeping hole. Haltingly I licked and tasted the bitter, salty and bleach flavor of Jerry's semen mixed with the more pleasant tang of my wife's delicious fluid.

Lorrie grunted; signaling her displeasure at how slow I was going so I increased the pressure from my tongue. With Lorrie's pussy inverted I started down at her clit and ran my tongue along her slit lapping up the pasty oozing mess to her fucked and seeping hole and back down to her clit again.

Lorrie moaned her approval. She had something she had wanted for a long time; me cleaning a creampie out of her and all in all it was not that bad. I would not want to do it a lot but if Lorrie enjoys it I can live with it.

Lorrie stiffened suddenly and her body started shaking which I knew was from the powerful orgasm rocking her body. I, on the other hand, was rewarded with the most exquisite tasting flow of liquid literally shooting out of Lorrie. This is always the sweet prize I look forward to for orally servicing Lorrie's pussy.

Once Lorrie came down off of her orgasmic high it was time to shift positions again. Lorrie had Jerry get up and she lay down where he had just been and spread her legs for me. It was my turn to be in Lorrie's pussy.

With Lorrie lying there with her legs and her pussy spread obscenely open, Jerry, who having gotten hard again from Lorrie's oral favors, interrupted and made a small request. 

"Hey, guys," he said, "if you don't mind there has always been this one thing I have wanted to do with a girl. Until now I have never had a chance since I have never been where two guys are sharing one girl."

Jerry hesitated and Lorrie looked at him quizzically and goaded him to get on with his request by saying, "OK and..."

"Can we make Lorrie into a girl sandwich?" He finally asked.

I, too had fantasized of Lorrie as a "girl sandwich" and had discussed it with her in generic terms of "would you" but had never really expected us to have a chance to do it for real. Additionally, I had tried anal with Lorrie before, of course, but not with any success. Tonight, though, was a night of firsts and of throwing out the rule so once Lorrie cautiously agreed, I was for it too.

I went and got a bottle of sex lube Lorrie and I use from time to time and handed it to a beaming Jerry. I then lay down where Lorrie had just been and Lorrie lay down on top of me, inserting my hard cock into her soft hot vagina at the same time.

This was the first time Lorrie and I had had close face to face contact since we had started this whole ridiculous thing. Lorrie's face reflected the anxiety she was feeling as she prepared to have Jerry's cock shoved up her poop chute.

I gave her a little kiss and asked her if she was "ok."

She nodded nervously and answered "yes, are you?" as she looked behind her trying to see what Jerry was up to. I answered "yeah"; but I was not sure what I was feeling but whatever I was feeling it was too late to change things.

Suddenly, I felt something slick and wet dribble on my balls and I knew Jerry was lubing Lorrie's ass hole. All of sudden Lorrie winced in pain from Jerry poking his finger passed her ass hole and into her rectum. 

"Try to relax for me, babe, you've got to relax for this to work." Jerry soothingly told Lorrie.

For the next several minutes, Jerry kept the pressure up and worked to get Lorrie to relax until he was able to move his finger in and out of her ass hole freely. Let me tell you it was really freaky feeling Jerry's finger on my cock in Lorrie's vagina when he massaged the inside of Lorrie's rectum.

From one finger, Jerry soon had two and finally three before Lorrie was ready for the main event. Lorrie's face was now a complete contrast from the one she had had earlier. She seemed to be completely relaxed and even appeared to enjoy Jerry molesting her poop hole.

"Ready?" Jerry asked expectantly.

Lorrie nodded yes in reply as she waited uneasily.

Jerry squeezed an extra liberal amount of lubricant onto and into Lorrie's now stretched hole and he quickly coated his hardon with it too. He spread Lorrie anus open and lined the tip of his cock up. A gentle push and his head popped in fairly easily, all of Jerry's preparation had worked.

Lorrie let out a little gasp and then giggled nervously. She looked back at Jerry almost not believing he had penetrated what until now had been an impenetrable barrier, going where no man has ever been.

Jerry waited a couple of minutes so that Lorrie would be ready to take the rest of him. In fact he waited so long that Lorrie wiggled her butt at him impatiently.

"Alright, alright," he told her and then gave her right butt cheek a hard slap causing Lorrie to yelp in surprise. This, too, was a new experience for Lorrie because I have never been physical like that with our love making.

After that he pressed forward and easily slid the rest of the way into Lorrie inner most forbidden place. I felt his cock too as it glided up into Lorrie's inner sanctum.

As Jerry hit bottom, his balls pressed into mine, yet another strange thing to add to this night of strangeness.

Jerry had complete control now as he in and out of Lorrie with an ease I had never imagined possible. Lorrie eyes were tightly shut and she kind of mumbled, "My god I'm so fucking full" over and over again. I just settled in for the ride which was alright since I was close to cumming anyway.

Jerry's pace pickup right before he started cumming. His second load went where no other man's had ever gone. Lorrie started shaking at this point as her orgasm rocked her body. That was it for me, I could not hold out any longer and I filled my wife where I had filled her many times before.

Breathless and sated, Jerry rolled off of Lorrie and Lorrie rolled off of me. Lorrie lay on the floor with her legs lewdly splayed displaying her most intimate places in a most unladylike way for Jerry and me to see; something my previously straight laced wife would never have done. 

Between her legs, her labia were more swollen than I had ever seen them as white milky fluid leaked out from both of Lorrie's holes and pooled on the floor beneath her.

Lorrie was the first to break the silence after her breath return as she broke out into a bad case of the giggles. This caused Jerry and me to start laughing too before we all started talking at once.

From nowhere, Lorrie reached out and slugged me, "What the hell were you thinking?" 

Suddenly the reality of what had happened over the last two hours sunk in. What followed was about fifteen minutes of graveling and reassurances from me and an equal amount of compliments and expressions of gratitude by Jerry.

We knew she had settled down when she declared, "I'm famished" to which Jerry and I agreed. 

The three of us went back to the kitchen where it had all began a couple of hours earlier. The most remarkable thing I remember is just how normal everything was even though the three of us were naked and Jerry had just fucked my wife. 

Jerry eventually had to go and after he dressed he picked up the towel I had ripped off of Lorrie and asked, "Can I keep this?"



The Towel and My Tits



A totally Danish massage with a truly happy ending.

"I was considering having a massage," I told the receptionist at the spa of the hotel just outside Copenhagen.

"Male or female?" The pretty, blonde receptionist asked.

"Sorry?" I replied feeling a little confused.

"Would you like a male or female masseur?"

I didn't reply for a moment or two as I had never been asked that before. True most of my massage experiences had been in holiday hotels in Spain, Portugal or Greece and not in the more sexually relaxed atmosphere of Denmark. Somewhat confused, I asked about massage and the masseurs, I never know whether it should eusses or asseurs so I mumbled. I was advised that there were three working today, two female and a male. Clicking on her iPad she brought up the profiles of the three and showed them to me. 

"Gerta will not be available for a couple of hours," she advised pointing at one of the females, but both Kelton and Helsa are available now.

Helsa looked very young and actually a little butch, which turned me off turned me off so, feeling very grown up and sexually liberated I chose the guy. From his photo he looked to be about fifty. He looked fit, was handsome with blonde, greying, quite long hair and a nicely hairy chest, which is a something of a penchant of mine.

The spa receptionist pressed a couple of buttons on the intercom and smiling at me said.

"He's available now in salon four. Have fun."

I went to the salon and met Kelton. "But please call me Kel," he said as we shook hands. His dress code was to say the least, unusual. He was wearing a shorty, dark blue silk dressing gown, which was tied at the waist, and ended mid-way down his thighs. Where the lapels gaped I could see his fairly hairy chest, the hairs varying in colour from black to silver. His lower legs were bare and he had nothing on his feet that, for some reason I noted had unusually long toes.

"Welcome," he said, closing the door behind me.

I was surprised not to see a massage table, but instead there was a mattress on the floor covered by a white sheet with a large blue towel in the middle.

"Yes we don't use a table," he said guessing, or seeing my surprise. "It's more relaxing on the floor." Like most Danes, he spoke near perfect English, albeit with a slight American accent.

"Ok," was all I could manage rather hoarsely, momentarily wondering why on earth I was putting myself through this.

"For both of us," he added,taking hold of my elbow. "Would you like to lie on your front first?"

"I see from the receptionist that you have chosen a Swedish aromatherapy massage?"He sasid reading from an iPad.00

"Yes I have."

"And you have booked for an hour."

"That's right."

"Well let me leave you to get ready," he said handing me a towel. "Please undress, lay on your front and cover yourself with this.

As Kel left the room some light jazz came onto the sound system. I undressed quickly, hung my clothes in the wardrobe and checked my appearance in the mirror. I was pretty happy with my body that at forty-four was still slim with no undue saggy places and no cellulite at all. I fluffed up my 'dirty' blonde, shoulder-length hair and saw that my nipples were as always very prominent making it look as though I was aroused. As it happens I was feeling a little 'tingly' at the prospect of being massaged by this rather attractive man, but that was not affecting my nipples, they were just built that way and bloody embarrassing they can be too. I was not sure about my panties, so I kept them on. 

I looked at the towel that he had given me. It was quite thin and about four feet by two.

I lay down as instructed, and draped the towel over my bottom so that it covered me from my waist to about mid-thigh. There was a light knock at the door and Kel called out. "Are you ready Christina? Ah yes I see that you are."

The mattress was soft and warm and had a lovely sweet smell; it was pleasant to lie on and quite relaxing. He knelt beside me and ran his hands up and down my back pushing the towel down my bottom a little, but still leaving it covered. 

Kel started on my back. He poured warm oil between my shoulder blades and massaged me fairly deeply all over my upper back and shoulders. It felt good. That finished, he repeated the exercise with each of my legs. Each time he merely rolled the towel up a little to expose the part that he was about to massage. This meant that my upper thighs were bared, but nothing else, hopefully.

Returning to my back he took my wrists and pulled my arms above my head. He massaged each of those for a surprisingly long time before moving on to my hands. I find having my fingers and palms massaged to be very sensual. He made it more so by resting my arms on his chest. The combination of his fingers on my flesh and my arm on the silk of his robe was very stimulating. Leaving my hands above my head and kneeling beside me again he ran his hands down my arm, past my elbow, through my armpits and down the side of body, briefly grazing across the sides of my breasts. That not only made me jump, but it also surprised me and, and I had to admit aroused me. Was this a dead straight massage, I began to ask myself?

I felt him roll the towel down a little exposing more of my lower back, waist and the top of my bum, just where it starts to flare up into the two mounds of flesh. He poured oil onto the small of my back and started massaging that and my waist. His hands were sliding a few inches up my back all round my waist and onto my hips then back and just up the swell of my bum. It was gorgeous. I could feel the sides of his hands keep pushing against the towel that was draped over my bottom covering the crease, I hoped. Each time it felt as though it had moved quite a way, but in reality it was probably only inches.

"Feel good I?"

"Mmmmmm, very nice," I groaned back finding speaking difficult with my head resting on my arms.

I felt the towel over my bottom being lifted.

"May I?" he asked.

I wasn't sure what he meant, but in any case I murmured. "Yes," as I felt the towel move a little.

"Time to turn over Christina."

I looked up and saw that in keeping with good practice he was about to hold the towel so that he could not see my near nudity as I turned. Just before he did that though he looked at my back from my head to my toes. Nothing happened for a moment or two. I simply lay there as Kel, presumably, simply stared at my bum. That excited me. It played to my latent sense of exhibitionism that had come to the fore when my ex had taken 'glamour' photos of me. 

"And what have we here?" He asked in an innocent voice.

I did not get what he met at first, but then realised he must mean my panties.

"Very nice," he went on quietly, resting a hand right on my cheek. That excited me even more, but nowhere near as much as his next words did. "But also, very unnecessary."

"What?"

"These lovely lace panties Christina."

"Sorry," I muttered feeling rather stupid.

"That's ok, but if we keep them on they will get oil on them and it is difficult to remove."

"I see," I grunted, in part embarrassed and in part worried that I was feeling aroused again. And that was made much worse by his next words, which were.

"Best we take them off Christina. Yes?"

"Yes I guess so," I murmured becoming more and more confused by the moment.

Kel then took over. He didn't ask, he simply assumed and took the initiative and that also excited me.

"Lift up a little," he said quietly as he slid his fingers into the waistband of the pale blue, lacy boy shorts. "We don't want to get oil on them do we?"

"Fuck he's taking my knickers off," I thought as I did as he asked and lifted myself up. And that is exactly what he did, took my knickers off. It was an amazing feeling to be lying there on that mattress, my eyes closed, the room dim with soothing jazz playing as this older man, kneeling beside me his bare leg, pressing against mine slid my panties down my legs. I knew that he must have seen all of my bottom and maybe my pussy as well from between the backs of my slightly parted thighs, which I closed. Thankfully he then replaced what I was starting to think was my shield; he laid the towel across me covering me from my breasts to mid-way down my thighs.

In my wildest dream I had not imagined that this would be anything other than a dead straight massage. After all it was a five star hotel and happy ending massages as I had heard them called were not offered in them, or were they in Denmark? Obviously, when I capitulated and let him take my panties off, that was the thin end of the wedge. I was accepting that this was outside the norm, but I wondered was that my norm or the central Copenhagen norm? I knew from visiting the city with my ex that there were many sex clubs where customers could watch live sex and where, if the inclination took them they could join in. I had been tempted, but resisted although it has long been a fantasy of mine to have sex in front of an audience.

It didn't take a genius or a visionary to work out that with that most erotic of gestures that this was probably not going to be a straight massage if I did not want it to be. And from then on it wasn't. His touch became softer, more of a caress than a massage, he went nearer to my more intimate places and his body, mainly his knees and legs came into more frequent contact with mine. 

But my 'shield' stayed in place. The towel covered my breasts, my rock hard nipples that I saw made very obvious indentations in the thin material were, just about covered as was my pubic patch. That somehow comforted me and gave me the reassurance that this could be whatever I wanted it to be. Leave the towel covering me and I would be telling him not to go much further, but let him remove the towel then the world would be my erotic oyster. Did I want that? Did I want to be 'had' by a masseur; did I want a happy ending? Just an hour ago all my answers to those questions would have been negative, but now, naked beneath the towel I was not so sure and that really did shock me

I would have expected that if or, when 'the action' started I would be nervous and be torn as to whether I would really go through with it and do whatever sexual act or acts turned out to be top of the agenda. But I wasn't. In fact it was quite the opposite. I enjoyed being nearly naked and covered by just the thin towel, I had liked having his fingers run over my bare bum and have his eyes gaze at me. I had found him removing my panties to be an incredible turn on, his light touches to be soothing yet arousing and his bare legs pressing against my hips and legs inviting and exciting. The combination of these made me a little nervous for clearly I knew they were the precursor to me doing something much bigger; just what that was I wasn't sure. But what I did know was that probably I would do something sexual with this intriguing masseur. He shuffled behind where my feet lay on the mattress and took hold of both of my ankles. Without asking, he pulled them apart, wider and wider. He didn't say anything at all but I suddenly got the most stringent charge of sexual arousal as I felt the towel move with my legs and his fingertips brush up the inside of my left thigh, stopping just millimetres from where my pussy lie open, wet and waiting. But waiting for what I wondered; a finger, several of them, a tongue, his cock or all of them? I just did not know and in a weird way I did not seem to care. It was as if I was in a dream or a trance as gradually the world outside this room and everyone other than Kel and I were beginning to disappear. It was almost as if this room was becoming my world and Kel and I were the only inhabitants of it. That was scary, but exciting. 

I felt his knees against the soles of my feet, he was pressing there as he caressingly massaged my inner, upper legs. Even in the dim light, and with the towel being just about still in place, he probably could see my pussy lips, under the towel and I wondered if they were glistening with my excretions. 

He lifted one foot. That made the towel slide up my leg so that the edge of it was likely to be level with my pubic mound. He caressed and massaged my ankle, my instep, the arch and each of the toes. That was surprisingly erotic. He lifted my foot further and pressed, quite hard, on the sole, massaging all over that and the ball of my foot. And then, he rubbed the bottom of my foot against the silk of his dressing gown; I was not sure, though what part of his body that was covering, well not at first that is. But then I gasped with sensation as I felt the bottom of my foot being pressed against what was obviously his bulge through the silk. He wasn't erect, but there was some hardness there. It was such a charge, I loved it.

With my eyes tightly closed, I felt him shuffle between my opened legs, his knees pressing against my legs, just above my knees pushing them even wider apart. As I did that I felt the small towel slide further up my legs, I knew he could be staring at my open pussy. 

Then suddenly he stopped. I felt the pressure on the mattress reduce as he moved around and knelt behind my head. He poured more oil onto my chest and began to massage that around my collar bones and down the flat part before where my smallish breasts flare up from there. Round and round his enticing fingers went as they moved nearer and nearer to where the swell of my boobs started and where the flesh became so much more sensitive. On each swirl of his hands he moved nearer to that area and I felt myself half wanting him not to stop, but to go on and caress my breasts. The other half, my alter ego, my better self did not want that. That wanted him to stop, that wanted me to leave the spa, yes that wanted all this to end. My mind was in total conflict with my body. The former, the sensible and responsible part of me said stop, the latter, the more cavalier and adventurous part was saying go on, cup and caress my tits. God what anguish I was going through on that mattress.

Inadvertently maybe the side of his hands brushed against the swell of my boobs and edge of the towel. It pushed the towel up so that it was caught on my rigid nipples. I gasped.

"Ok?" He asked, moving his hand away from the sensitive flesh. Of course I should have avoided the issue and not answered, but before I could even think, I heard myself moaning.

"Mmmmmmm," 

"Good, I am pleased you are enjoying it Christina," he said moving round me so that he was now kneeling by my hip. His leg was pressed against the towel causing that to ride up the swells of my breasts so that it was caught on my nipples and it was just them that were stopping it sliding down my boobs.

"I need to do your tummy Chrissy," he said in a matter of fact way as he folded the towel so that it covered my boobs, but obviously bared the lower part of my body. My pubic mound, landing strip and the lips of my pussy were naked to his gaze. He had another small towel though and he draped that across me and as far as I could see he did not even look at my intimate parts. I smiled thinking 'he has seen plenty before.'

Lying there on my back, naked and covered in just the two small towels I got the chance to have a good look at Kel. He was better looking than I had at first thought, but I realised he was probably older, possibly late fifties or early sixties, that shocked me for some reason. Kneeling beside me, he leaned forward and placed a pillow under my head, gently lifting my neck to do so; I liked his gentleness and consideration.

Then with a jolt I realised that I also liked the way the lapels had now slid very widely apart showing his hairy chest. It was open to his waist; there was no sign at all of a bloated stomach, in fact, what I could see looked firm, taught and flat. Nice, I thought. 

He shuffled from alongside me to behind my head, out of my view. Before he moved out of sight, though, as he shuffled alongside me, the bottom part of his robe gaped. I wasn't sure, but it looked as though he was naked under it. Momentarily, I thought of plunging my hand inside the robe, but of course I did not and put the lurid thought out of my mind very quickly. 

As Kel gave me one of the loveliest scalp and face massages I had ever had, something I find immensely erotic even when performed by a straight masseur or a hairdresser, my mind was consumed with wondering whether he was naked under the robe. That seemed such an important issue. My mind was buzzing with curiosity and queries. Was he naked, was he hard, how big was he, was he circumcised and would he later offer to fuck me with it, or simply let me hold it? Would he present it to my mouth for me to suck and if he did what would he taste like? Indeed, though, would he do anything at all. Maybe it was just all tease and come on? Maybe it was him offerring and perhaps it was down to the customer, me, to accept. Possibly that was massage etiquette or even the law. It could be, I was rationalising with my sex addled mind that legally he could not suggest sex, but could respond. Who the fuck knows? Jesus, was I going mad I wondered?

Those questions had to remain unanswered though, at least for a while, for he had started to massage the front of my shoulders along my collar bone. My eyes were tightly closed, but I knew he would have to be leaning forward from his kneeling position. I frequently felt the silk of his robe, probably the cuffs or elbows, brush across my face; a heady sensation indeed, silk is so sensual, I find. Then I opened my eyes and saw that it was not the cuffs or elbows, but the folds covering him beneath the waist, the part covering his stomach and genitals. Still I couldn't see them and how I stopped myself from reaching up for it, I have no idea. It is so unlike me, but I had such a desire to feel and stroke his cock that my body was exploding with want.

Perhaps that was his plan, I wondered? Maybe that's just how it was in Copenhagen? Possibly they are so sexually liberated that they sort of lay out their stall and leave it to the other person to take what's on offer? Was that what he was doing? Was he extending an invitation and leaving it to me to accept or reject it? The problem was that I had no idea of the sexual etiquette of a massage service in Denmark so I had no idea what to do. So like the Victorians I just lay back and thought of England!

I closed my eyes again and gave into the feelings, sensations and emotions that Kel was creating in me. He certainly knew his stuff, both from a technical massage and an arousing a woman viewpoint.

His hands were softly massaging that area between my collar bones and where the flesh became fuller and my breasts flare out from my chest! His fingers, for I think he was just using those now, were rotating in little circles, moving steadily downwards, although when he moved down a few inches he would then go back up again to near my collar bone. Down, then up, up towards my shoulders, down towards my breasts; up to nice feelings, but not sexual and down towards the erotic playground of my breasts and nipples. 

The towel had slid back into place pretty much covering my breasts. But now, as his hands and fingers slid downwards, each time I felt them push against the towel, the edge of which was just where my breast flesh erupts from my chest. 

And of course that meant two things.

One, that each time he pushed the towel the edge moved up the swell of each boob and two that as he did that, so the edges of his hands touched that wonderfully sensitive flesh. 

Although I knew, or thought I knew, that soon my breasts would be bare and he would gaze at them, touch, squeeze and caress suck them, and although he, presumably, knew that as well, we both continued with the charade. The charade of pretence, the game of not knowing, the play of anticipation, building the suspense and creating the hope and expectancy of impending sexual delight. The theatre of tease that we all experience some time; it was lovely. But again my mind was straying. I rationalised that I could well be completely misreading the situation and that a massage in this country might stray beyond the bounds of those in England, but go no further than some mild titillation and stimulation. 




The Towel and My Tits



I opened my eyes again. The silk of his robe brushed against my forehead as he leaned forward his hands on a downward sweep. I watched them go slowly nearer and nearer to my breasts. They rested against the edge of the towel, the sides of his hands and his little fingers were on my breast flesh, touching it, sending wonderful feelings through my body. The towel moved up each breast. It was now half way up each mound. I could see at the peak of each of them the outline of my brutally hard nipples that were so aroused and erect they were making massively obvious indentations through the thin towelling material. I knew that he would have seen those lumps and would know that I was aroused and that what he was doing was arousing me. But I did not, as I would have thought I would, care. I was not concerned at him seeing the outlines of my erect nipples under the towel. In fact I think he was bringing out the latent exhibitionist in me for I was relishing his gaze on my breasts and revelling in his fingers touching the sensitive flesh.

With a massive jolt, I realised that I so wanted that towel to go, to be removed, for Kel to slide it away so that my aching breasts were his to gaze at, adorn and do with as he wished. I was so fucking aroused and horny I was sure I would be up for anything. I nearly reached up and pulled the towel from my body, but I resisted that; after all that was not the game we were playing. We were playing by his rules, not mine and they demanded that he, not I remove the towel at the appropriate moment or so I surmised.

But like the experienced arouser he evidently was, he didn't rush, he didn't hurry things; he continued building the moment, keeping me in suspense and on the boil. Playing with me, knowing what I wanted and needed I am sure, but determined not to give it until he decided. After all he was in control, it was his circus and he was the ringmaster.

I closed my eyes again and revelled in the magic moments he was giving me. His hands touched the towel and the slope of my breasts again. They eased the cover further up the slopes of my boobs, further towards the peaks and yes further towards exposing my nipples that I now wanted to be exposed.

Again and again it was edged up as again and again he leaned forward again and again his robe caressed my face his and hands touched my boobs. I desperately looked to see if I could catch a glimpse under his robe, but the angles were not right and, in any case, the room was too dim for me to see. I could not indulge my voyeuristic desire by seeing his prick, but I could certainly indulge my hedonistic needs by revelling in the touch of his hands on my flesh. The question my mind was now grappling with was, if and when I would be able to fulfill my exhibitionist instincts and have Kel see my naked breasts and swollen nipples. The other question to which I still needed an answer was just what 'extras' Kel would be providing or would be expecting from me?

It didn't take long for the edge of the towel to climb the hillock of my boobs and for it to sit precariously right on their flame tipped peaks. His hands now had more skin to flitter across. They had the expanse from the top of each orb to just before each nipple. Three to four inches of super-sensitive flesh that he was lightly stroking, caressing, touching and massaging. I was squirming, crossing and uncrossing my legs and gripping the towelling covered mattress with my fingers. My breathing was heavier, my eyes were shut tightly and my mouth was slightly open; I was probably groaning and moaning quietly. And then I felt it, then it happened, then, suddenly my breasts were free, they were uncovered, they were bare, they were available and they were ready for him. The towel had gone.

I didn't actually feel it being removed, but I felt the air on my flesh and then I realised it hadn't been removed. Kel had taken the simple expedience of sliding his hands under it, of running them up each boob, of opening his hands and cupping my tits. It was quite an unusual feeling to have my breasts cupped and lifted from behind my head, but nevertheless it was lovely.

The grunt that escaped from my mouth was almost a growl, my body trembled, and I writhed my bottom and arched my back pushing myself against his hands. It was fantastic.

"Ok Christina?" He whispered.

"Oh yes," I sighed as quietly as I could as he squeezed and rolled my tits around. He pinched my nipples; he pulled them and pressed them. He pushed the two orbs together squeezing them into one mass of tit flesh, pushing his fingers into the crevice between them. 

I opened my eyes and looked at him staring at them.

"You have lovely breasts," he whispered cupping and kneading the pliable flesh. "And such gorgeous nipples" he went on pinching them and them pulling each in turn so they stretched to their maximum length.

I watched his eyes slowly run downwards and realised that he had removed the other towels as well so that my entire body was exposed, I hadn't realised that had gone so excited was I from him uncovering my breasts. It felt wonderful to see the lust and desire in his eyes as I flaunted my nudity at him. He had got it just right. Earlier, and I may have been alarmed and embarrassed and later I would have become too frustrated. Smiling slightly I squirmed my body as if inviting his further attention, which of course I was although I still had no idea what that might be.

"Mmmm, lovely," he murmured, leaning over me so the part of the robe covering his thighs and stomach pressed against my face obliterating my sight. After squirting the oil over my tummy and thighs, his hands slid further and further down my body. Past my tits, over my lower chest, onto my hips, along my stomach, into my landing strip of pubic hair, across my mound and, with no hesitation at all right between my legs that I realised I willingly opened for him. 

It was now all out in the open. The invitation had been offered and accepted, it was very clearly an erotic massage that as equally clearly would end in a happy ending at least for me. What I did not know was what was his reward? Was that to be in cash or kind? Was him cumming or whatever payment enough for what he gave to his customer?

His fingers made a cursory caress of my pussy lips before unfolding the pink petals above them. Unlike many men, he found my clit immediately, but then that is his job I smiled, revelling in the more extreme sensations now roaring through my body. I opened and closed my eyes and loved the way that each time I opened them I saw that he was staring deeply into them.

Although neither of us spoke a word, the emotional and sexual exchange was enormous, well at least for me it was. I felt so bold and adventurous, aroused and excited, uninhibited, sexually liberated and so fucking turned on I was almost cumming. It felt amazing to have this skilful man at my sexual beck and call to give me the anonymous pleasure I so craved. Knowing that once we finished I would dress and walk out of his life forever if I so chose made me feel very different to any sensation I had before when having sex. Fucking strangers has never really been my thing, but the way Kel was making me feel, it well become it in the future!

He was now squeezing, cupping and pinching my tits with one hand as he caressed, stroked and rubbed my stomach, mound, thighs and pussy with the other. I was gripping the mattress, gritting my teeth and opening and closing my eyes as my head tolled from side to side. I squirmed my body and arched my back illustrating to him my extreme sexual arousal. He knew I was near and knew that he would have to do little to tip me over the edge, but being the expert I could now tell that he was he kept me right on the brink of an orgasm.

I couldn't help letting sighs and grunts, little moans and sounds of appreciation escape from my lips as he took me closer and closer to my climax. Seeming to anticipate my every need he removed his right hand from between my legs and staring intently into my eyes he slowly pulled the tie on his dressing gown undone and let it open. The excitement I had been feeling up to know clocked up a few more gears as, with a little difficulty, he shrugged the robe off and knelt beside me gloriously naked and wonderfully erect.

"It's yours," he said softly.

Again he had anticipated my need perfectly and again his timing had been spot on.

"Oh Kel," I whimpered reaching out and holding it; it felt wonderful.

I held it, stroked it rubbed it and pumped it. It was a glorious feeling to be adoring a man's cock as he rubbed and stroked my breasts and pussy. I had no idea if he wanted to or would cum. Maybe male masseurs don't, after all they may have several clients in an afternoon or evening, I thought. Equally I had no idea if he would fuck me or not, but that didn't seem to matter. This wasn't about being fucked, it was about me gaining pleasure and satisfaction from a man I had never met and may never see again. It was pure sexual indulgence, nothing more and nothing less. I didn't care about anything other than that. Nothing else was important; just his hands, my bare body and his cock became my temporary universe.

His fingers were probing, they were slipping slightly inside me. They were enquiring and seeking an invitation. They were asking my permission. Though considerate and thoughtful it was totally unnecessary, for what they were enquiring about was exactly what I wanted. And that was three of his fingers to be shoved right my cunt. Looking him full in the eye I eased my head up a little, raised my knees and opened my legs.

"Yes," I grunted as I felt my lips opening as his fingers slid into me. Somehow, that told me that he would not fuck me. He would finger fuck me and do other things but penetration and oral from him were not on the menu. In a perverse way I was pleased that we would not have full sex. In the rather warped sense of morality that I was experiencing lying there, that sort of salved my conscious somewhat and helped me put down what I was doing to simply being in Denmark; when in Rome and all that! That didn't mean, though, I hoped that oral from me was an off menu item for my face was level with and just inches from his delicious looking cock. I licked it looking up at him. He smiled his agreement and pushed it forward a little as I pulled it down from its flagpole-type position. I kissed the bulbous end as I felt the surrogate cock of his two or three fingers slide up my soaked, open and so eager cunt. 

But then I felt something else. Somehow he had manipulated his fingers so that one, probably his forefinger pressed against my bum hole. It was enquiring not forcing itself. He was asking the second part of the question he had started earlier. I could have said no, shook my head or wiggle myself away from it, but I didn't. I stayed exactly as I was; legs open, knees raised, his cock in my hand, two or three fingers in me with another finger pressing against my anus. As he pressed and that eased into me so I realised that he had carefully used my juices to lubricate me. The fingers up both my passages at the same time gently pumping was a truly amazing sensation.

"Ok?" He murmured?

"Mmmm" I sighed back.

I closed my thighs round his hand as he started to pump in and out of me and as I began sucking his cock. I am sure we would have made great lovers for we quickly found a perfect rhythm.

He had me now. I was completely gone. I was over the top and cumming continuously as wave after wave of wonderful feelings invaded every part of my body. I wanted him to cum and tried to make him, but he didn't. That offended my female ambitions a little, but I realised the difficulties and instead just gave myself into rubbing his fat cock all over my face as once again I had the most wonderful yet anonymous orgasm

I lay there a moment or two wondering about the protocol of post sex in such a circumstance. He solved it of course. But then he would have been there many times.

"I hope you have enjoyed your massage Christina," he said.

"Thank you Kel, yes I have," I replied shaking the hand he held out to me.

"And I hope that you will come back and see me," he added, laying the towel over me so that my breasts and pussy were covered again.



The Towel Ch. 01



My wife Kim had become more uninhibited over the past few months. It all started with a trip to the supermarket, where she surprised me by showing off to the deli counter guy. Then she walked the dog late one night completely naked and even emailed me from her office at work, her panties and skirt in a pile under her desk. She even flashed her pussy to one of her coworkers. Up until now, all of her exposure had been controlled and somewhat planned, but last week she was caught by surprise.

I had invited a couple of friends over on Sunday to watch some football. About an hour-and-a-half before the game, Kim was sleeping late, when Larry called. He was running some errands in the area that he just finished and asked if it was alright if he dropped by a little early instead of going all the way home just be come back an hour later. I told him that was fine, and anyway it gave us an excuse to start drinking early. A few minutes later, Larry arrived and we popped a couple of beers and started watching the pre-game. I didn't think to go and wake up Kim and tell her of Larry's early arrival. 

After a few minutes, I saw Kim walking down the hallway toward the living room where Larry and I were sitting. Larry was sitting on the left side of the room and did not have a view of the hallway leading to our bedroom. From his vantage point he could not see Kim yet, and like wise Kim didn't see Larry. Now I should have alerted Kim about our guest, but the second I saw her, I knew that I was going to let Kim find out for herself. She walked into the living room wearing only a rather small white bath towel. Her hair was still wet from her shower and her skin glistened with moisture. It took her a few moments to realize that Larry was there. Those few moments afforded Larry with a great view of Kim. Her towel covered her from a few inches above the nipples to no more than two inches blow her auburn pubic hair. 

Facing away from Larry, Kim walked obliviously across the room toward me. "Hey ya Tiger," she said, standing on her tiptoes and planting a good morning kiss on my lips. Her ass cheeks were just slightly peeking out from under the towel, a detail that I am sure Larry noticed immediately. Her kiss lingered for a few seconds, allowing Larry to openly ogle Kim's half exposed cheeks. Kim finally broke the kiss and turned to go in the kitchen. Noticing Larry, she gave a little squeal and shooting a deadly glance back my way, ran back down the hall. With each stride, her towel revealed more of her pale ass cheeks than they hid. Larry gave me a rather sheepish look and stammered something about being sorry about that. I told him not to worry; I was going to bear the brunt of Kim's ire when (and if) she came back out. We sat watching the pre-game and drinking beer. I wondered if Kim was truly pissed or just a little annoyed. My answer came a few minutes later.

Kim came walking back down the hall, her hair dried and makeup applied, but still wearing the towel. She glanced over at Larry, who was looking at her with a wide eyes and an open mouth. I think he thought she was going to come out screaming. She walked past the two of us with a wry smirk and continued into the kitchen. We heard the fridge open and close, and then the pop of a beer can. Kim walked back out daintily sipping her beer. Her towel firmly tied around her naked body. She had dried off, done her hair and makeup and then put the towel back on. This was looking interesting. 

"You should have told me we had company," Kim said offhandedly. "I looked terrible right out of the shower with my hair all stringy and no makeup."

"You looked great," Larry offered a little too enthusiastically. "I mean ... sorry I dropped by a little early."

"I am doing the laundry right now," Kim offered up a little lamely. "I hope you don't mind me hanging out like this for a few minutes until my clothes are done."

This was a pretty lame excuse, but neither one of us was going to call her on it. I think Larry didn't even comprehend what she was saying. He was too busy concentrating on her exposed freckled cleavage. A little self conscious, Kim had pulled at the towel trying to make sure that it was covering her treasures down below. This caused the top of the towel to expose a few inches more of her breasts. She didn't notice, or at least she didn't let on that she was aware of the extra exposure. That was just fine with Larry, who kept glancing at me to see if I was getting pissed at him. 

Kim plopped down on the couch next to me with Larry sitting on her left, in a chair about 5 feet away. She immediately crossed her ankles demurely, ensuring that nothing scandalous was showing. But this move caused the left side of her towel to fall away, exposing the side of her leg all the way up to her bare hip. Kim sat, watching the pre-game show as we sat watching Kim. I could see that Kim was a little nervous sitting there in just a skimpy towel. But I could tell she was excited, by the way her nipples poked against the damp terry cloth. My mind raced. It was about forty-five minutes until the other guys were going to show up. How much will she show before then? Was this as far as she would go? Would she need a little encouragement? 

"Kim, could you get me the remote," I asked her, not looking at her but staring at her bare hip where her towel had fallen away. "It's over on the television." She stared at me for a moment.

"Sure thing, Honey," she said in an exaggeratedly sweet voice. 

She stood up quickly, somehow managing not to expose her womanly charms to either of us. She slowly walked past both of us and stopped in front of the television and very slowly made an overstated move to pull down the bottom of the towel to "preserve decency." This caused the top to also pull down and about half of her pale breasts were peeking out at us. The towel covered her nipples, but just barely. If she "preserved decency" any more, she would definitely be indecent. She then grabbed the remote and brought it over to me. After batting her eyes and asking if I needed anything else, she sat down. She crossed her legs again, but this time as she sat, she slid forward causing the towel to slide from under her. Now her bare ass was sitting directly on the couch with the towel bunch up behind her. She was not showing any more than she did before, the fact that she was sitting, bare-assed on the couch, caused Larry and I to need to each shift positions a little to relieve some pressure. I looked up at the clock. Thirty minutes until the other guys arrived and her little show would surely be over. 

We sat chit chatting about nothing, each of us ignoring the fact that Kim was sitting casually between us, almost naked. At one point, she put her feet up on the ottoman in front of the couch and slouched down a bit. Her towel stayed put as her body slid down an inch or two. Since her towel was already bunched up behind her, we could see her left hip and most of the side of her naked ass cheek. The left side of her towel had slid completely off her lap, leaving only the right hand corner to cover her sparse pubic hair. Her towel was tied under her left arm but was gaping open on that side, leaving her essentially naked from her foot to her ribcage on the left side. I could see Kim's breathing was becoming more shallow and rapid. She was very turned on. We all were.

"Does anyone need anything," I asked getting up and walking to the kitchen. 

From Larry's position, he could see most of the left side of her naked body, although her breasts and pussy were covered. Standing in front of Kim though, her charms were on open display. I could see her tiny slit peeking out from under the terry cloth. Her thighs were glistening with moisture and it was not from the shower. If Larry got up, he would be in for quite a sight.

"I'll have another beer," Kim asked in her exaggerated little girl voice. "It is pretty warm in here, isn't it?"

"Yeah, warm," Larry ventured barely able to put two words together. He could hardly keep himself from staring at Kim. As laughable as it seemed, he seemed unsure that I was aware of Kim's exposure. Every time I looked over at him, he would pretend to be watching the television. He spent most of the time ogling Kim out of the corner of his eye. 

I went in the kitchen and grabbed two beers from the fridge and waited a minute or two to see what Kim was going to do next. Reflected in a large picture we had hanging on the wall, I could see the whole living room. Kim was still slouched on the couch with her legs on the ottoman. Larry was openly staring at my wife, who was pretending to watch television. Occasionally, Larry would look over to the doorway into the kitchen to see if I was coming back. But I could see Kim glancing up at the picture on the wall. She could see my reflection and knew I was watching. 

Giving me a wide smile, she rolled over to her right to get the remote I had left sitting on the arm of the couch. She only held this pose for a second or two, but it was enough to give Larry a great view of her completely bare ass. When Kim sat back up, the right side of her towel had also partially fallen away from her lap and a few inches of red racing stripe was peering out at him. Kim made an effort to look interested in what else was on TV, but Larry was not taking his eyes off of Kim's partially exposed pussy. She sat there, half her pussy on display to my friend for a minute or two before I decided to come back in. Larry didn't even pretend to watch TV this time. It was too obvious that Kim was intentionally showing off and there was no way I was not going to notice. I calmly handed Kim her beer and cracked mine open and sat down. She took a big gulp and rested the cold can on her exposed hip. The condensation from the can, ran down her hip and down between her creamy thighs. She gave a little shudder and slowly dropped her left foot and rested it on the floor. With one leg on the ottoman and the other on the floor, her thighs were spread a good foot and a half apart. Her very wet pussy lips were on complete display and glistening in the afternoon light. 

All thoughts about the game were forgotten as Kim reached up and untied the knot holding her towel together. It slid down her body revealing her firm breasts and erect nipples. Her slightly trembling hand wandered across her thigh and brushed the outer lips of her sex. She let out a deep moan and closed her eyes.

The doorbell rang. The guys! I looked up at the clock ... the game was starting in a few minutes. Kim let out a strained yelp and jumped up, leaving the towel lying on the couch. Naked, she ran past Larry and down the hallway to the bedroom.



The Towel Ch. 02



That was a close one! I had invited a few guys over to watch the football game last week. One of the guys, Larry, dropped by a little early and caught my wife just out of the shower in just a towel. When she walked in front of Larry in her towel, it was an honest surprise for her. She was not expecting anyone that early, never mind I didn't warn her as she walked out. Kim was enjoying her uninhibited adventures increasingly over the last few months. In fact, showing her body off was becoming quite a thrill for her (and me also). So after she recovered from the initial surprise of it, she decided to give Larry a bit of a thrill. Over the course of the next hour, she slowly showed more skin, until finally dropping the towel totally and sat there naked. She had just started to stroke herself to orgasm in front of Larry, when the doorbell rang. The other guys had arrived. That startled Kim, and not intending to put on a show for everyone I knew, she jumped up and ran. Larry and I watched as her jiggling bare ass as it disappeared down the hall toward the bedroom. 

After watching Kim's bouncing ass disappear into our bedroom, I let Jim, Alan and Tom in and they all sat down. The game would be starting in a few minutes. Since I still had a raging erection, I excused myself and went to the kitchen to get the beer and chips. The vision of Kim sitting naked on the couch between Larry and I was still fresh in my mind. Kim had gone about as far as I thought she would ever go. I thought her close call would mean that our fun would be over, for a while at least. When Kim rounded the corner, I knew I was wrong.

She had been in the bedroom for about five minutes when she appeared. She was wearing a pair of baggy white sweat pants and a football jersey. Now at first glance, this is not a very sexy outfit. But these sweat pants were a pair that Kim only wore when we were alone. They were old and the elastic was stretched out making them very loose fitting and constantly slipped low across her hips. She would wear them when she wanted to turn me on, and she must have been thinking just that when she picked that outfit. The white football jersey was made of that lightweight mesh material. As she got closer, I could see that she was at least wearing a white t-shirt under the jersey, but it did nothing to hide the movement of her braless breasts.

Kim bounced up to me in the kitchen and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. She looked uneasily into my eyes, waiting for me to say something. I knew she was feeling guilty about parading naked in front of Larry. Hell, she was close to cuming in front of him. Now, that the heat of the moment had passed, she was looking for my approval to continue playing, this time in front of four of my friends. Part of me was unsure how I felt about it, but the part of me that was pressing against Kim's thigh had made up its' own mind. Kim looked down at my erection and giggled. She ran a single finger along my turgid length and pivoted around and pranced out of the kitchen. Her beautiful ass bounced, as her sweat pants were already riding low across her hips, not quite showing her hipbones. With the mood Kim was in, it was just a matter of time before those sexy hipbones made their appearance. I was left wondering what else might make an appearance before the football game was over.

I rounded up the beer and headed out to the living room. I could hear Kim already engaging in conversation about the upcoming game and some idle chitchat. Jim, Alan and Tom had made themselves comfortable on the couch that Kim had been sprawled out naked across not fifteen minutes ago. Larry still had a sheepish look on his face every time I caught his eye. But that didn't keep him from staring at Kim's breasts as they moved under her jersey. If the other guys had noticed, they were being very discrete about it. 

We all sat and made chitchat until it was time for kickoff. Kim was sitting to my left on the chair facing the couch and every few minutes, she would casually run her hand along my leg and brush against my penis. This had the effect of keeping me in a constant state of semi-erection. I didn't know what she had in mind, but I was sure it wouldn't be as blatant as stripping down and masturbating in front of all these guys. But, then again, I would have said the same thing before her little show for Larry and me. Her nipples were straining to show through her t-shirt and jersey, a fact that was not lost on the other guys. 

The game started and for the first quarter, we all concentrated on football. Well, almost all of us. Kim continued to surreptitiously rub my erection with the back of her hand. She was definitely planning something, but was playing it slow. Just as the quarter ended, Jim and Alan got up to use the bathroom. Alan went in the bathroom just off the living room and Larry asked to use the one in our master bedroom. Kim was quick to tell me to go ahead and then followed me into the kitchen. She came up behind me and gave my erection another squeeze and she whispered in my ear with her little girl voice, "I am too hot, you wouldn't mind if I lose the t-shirt under this jersey would you?" Looking down at her shirt, you could see through the mesh but it was tight enough to not be incredibly obvious. I smiled at her, seeing her breathing was getting deeper and her cheeks were starting to flush. She was excited. 

"Why would I mind," I said. "Didn't mind when you started to finger fuck yourself in front of Larry and I?" She shuddered when I said finger fuck. "I can't wait to see what you have planned now."

She smiled and walked down the hall to our bedroom. 

I got the beers and waited for a minute for my raging hard-on to subside a little. I didn't need my dick entering the room before I did. I passed out the beer and settled down in my chair just in time to look up and see Kim walking back down the hall. Her breasts were jiggling with every step and I could see the shadows of her nipples even in the dim light of the hallway. Her sweat pants had slid low across her hips, allowing her hipbones to peek over the top of the waistband. She was gorgeous. 

Kim plopped down next to me, all eyes in the room were watching as her breasts practically jumped around under the light mesh jersey. In the brighter light in the room we could just make out the pink circles of her nipples, which were standing very erect under our collective scrutiny. It was just then that I noticed Larry walking out from our bedroom and back into the living room. I had forgotten that he was using our master bath. Kim had just come out from changing in our room. I wondered if he saw Kim changing. With the show he and I had just received earlier, it was nothing that he hadn't seen before. Larry gave Kim a very guilty look and grabbed another beer. 

The game continued and it was obvious that Kim was loosing interest in football. She had been slouching in the chair next to me for a while before sliding herself up again. This caused her sweatpants to slide further down her hips until I was sure her thin strip of red public hair would be showing. All that was visible was a good six inches of pale skin beneath her bellybutton. Her hips were bared, allowing the roundness of her ass to show from the side. I could see that Larry had noticed Kim's exposed flesh immediately and it didn't take long before the other guys were sneaking glances at my wife's exposed hips and the shadows of her rosy nipples.

Kim pretended to watch the game, but her ragged breathing and hard nipples betrayed her arousal. She was reveling in the hidden attention she was getting from the five men in the room. Her neck was red and flushed and I could see she was very slowly rubbing her thighs together. She glanced over at me and mumbled something about the heat. She lifted the hem of her jersey up and away from her skin and began rubbing her cold beer bottle against her stomach. Her shirt was about eight inches away from her body, exposing the lower half of her pale breasts. She was now uncovered from the bottom of her breasts to just above her public hair. It was a glorious expanse of naked flesh and everyone in the room was drinking it in. Putting down her beer, Kim stretched her arms over her head and flexed her long legs. Her breasts strained against the white mesh and showed her hardened nips very clearly. The loose waistband slid down as Kim arched her back, allowing just a hint of her auburn curls to peek out. The more Kim showed, the more ragged her breathing became. There were five hard dicks in the room and Kim knew it was because of her. 

She held that pose for a few moments, and then jumped up declaring she needed another beer. She gathered up all the empties from the coffee table on a big serving platter and headed for the kitchen. Her shirt had fallen back into place, but her sweatpants continued their journey lower on her hips. The upper half of her ass cheeks were on display as well as about four inches of crack. The sweatpants threatened to drop to the floor with every step. As she disappeared in the kitchen, she asked Larry if he would give her a hand. He quickly shot me a worried glance. I just looked at him a shrugged my shoulders. She was in charge.

He jumped up and hurried to the kitchen. After a few minutes of things bumping around and glasses clinking together, they emerged again with fresh beer on the platter. Kim's sweatpants were a little higher on her hips but still showing a lot of skin below the belly button. Everyone got a beer and we watched the remainder of the first half. Kim sat cuddled up to me watching the game, but still making sure to give my hard on a furtive nudge every now and then. 

At half-time, everyone got up to use the bathroom or to refill drinks. At one point, Alan and Jim were in the bathroom and Larry and Tom were on the back porch smoking a cigarette. Seeing we were alone at the moment, Kim jumped up and started stretching and her pants fell straight to the floor. She stood there smiling at me, completely naked from the waist down.

"Ah, that's better" she said breathlessly. 

"Why stop there?" I asked, making it sound like a challenge. "Why not lose the shirt too. You still have a minute or two before they come back."

She looked at me with a slight grin. She knew that I thought she wouldn't do it. She just smirked and pulled the jersey off and stood in the middle of the living room completely naked with four other men in the house. I could see she was shaking slightly, and she was flushed from her neck to her breasts. Her nipples stood out like hard pebbles against her pale skin. At any moment, the guys could walk back in a catch her in her naked glory.

"When I went in to get the drinks with Larry, something happened," Kim confessed in a quiet voice. She looked up at me and continued, "I had the tray of bottles in my hand and there was no where to put it down. The counter was full of food and dishes. I stood there with my hands full. Then I felt my sweat pants slip a little. I asked Larry if he could take the tray for me, because my pants were falling down." She told her story in a quiet, yet excited voice, seeming oblivious she was standing in the middle of the living room completely naked.

"He just stood there looking at me blankly like he didn't know what I was talking about," she continued. "I said, 'Larry, please take this tray or my pants are going to fall down ... and I am not wearing panties.' I think I had added that last part as more of a dare, than a warning. He just stood there looking at me with a kind of cute, confused look on his face. I turned away from him to find somewhere to put the tray, and that's when it happened. My pants slipped off my hips and fell to the floor. I was naked from the waist down. He could see my bare ass." Breathlessly, she glanced out toward the deck where Larry and Tom were smoking.

"I stood there for a few seconds, then I felt his hand on my ass. His touch was very tentative. I didn't want to make a scene, so I had to be quiet. I kind of felt bad for teasing him earlier in the living room and in the bedroom. 'I'll make you a deal,' I told him. 'If you take the tray from me, you can touch me for one minute.' I know that was bad of me, but I had been teasing him and getting him all hard. You both were hard in the living room. I could see it. 

"He reached around and took the tray from me. I was so hot watching him put the tray on the floor; I wanted him to touch me. Then I felt his hand on my ass and then he ran his fingers between my legs. I was so wet; his fingers were coated with my juice. He touched my pussy, even slide one finger in me and I almost came. Please don't be mad. I was just so excited from all of you guys looking at me. I couldn't help myself." She was looking at me to see if I was mad at her. "I stopped because I thought that if he made me come, you would be mad." 

"Are you mad?"

I almost laughed. She thought I would be mad because Larry had almost made her come, not because he had his fingers in her pussy. I guess I should have been mad, but my penis had other ideas. I took her hand and placed it on my iron hard erection. "Does this answer your question?"

She stood there naked, breathing hard, looking into my eyes. It was a stand off and she wanted to show me that she had the nerve to stand there naked. Any minute, one of the guys was going to walk in. Kim's eyes darted toward the kitchen, effectively breaking the spell, and then reached down and scooped up her shirt and pants. In a flash she was dressed again. She had just pulled her pants back up when Alan walked back in the room. Kim sat back down, but not before giving her pants a little tug to send them back down low around her hips. She was not done yet.

After a few minutes, everyone got situated again and the game started back up. Jim, Alan and Tom were seated in chairs in the front of the room and Larry and I were on the couch in the back of the room with Kim in between us. Soon we were all immersed in the game. Well, almost all of us. Kim kept stealing glances at Larry, who was sitting to her immediate left about a foot away. She nudged me with her elbow and lifted her arms over her head in a very exaggerated stretch. This caused her sweat pants to drop a little more, exposing all of her flat belly and about a half inch of her thin strip of auburn goodness. Her jersey also rode up her torso, leaving about two feet of bare skin from just below her breasts to just above her pussy. Larry did not miss a second of the exposure. Larry's eyes about bugged out of his head when he saw Kim's red pubic hair peek out from under the waistband of her sweat pants. But his eyes never left her pussy; a pussy that his fingers had been inside just minutes ago. 

Kim held that pose for a second or two, before dropping her arms and sitting up straight on the couch. This caused her sweat pants to slip further down. Now her pubic hair was almost completely on display, as was about half of her ass cheeks. Alan, Jim and Tom had their backs to Kim little show. This fact must have emboldened her somewhat, because she looked over at Larry and pulled her sweatpants down to about mid thigh. Her pussy was completely exposed to Larry and I. Kim's breathing was rapid and shallow. She was very excited. I could see her thighs were already slick with the juices. She didn't waist any time sliding her fingers between her slippery lips. Larry shot me a nervous glance, a look of uncertainty across his face. I nodded to him reassuringly and went back to enjoying Kim's performance. Kim was determined to finish what the other guys had interrupted earlier. She made quick work of pleasuring herself, cuming almost immediately. Her thighs clamped together, as she rode the wave of pleasure between her two rapt admirers. 

She sat in the afterglow of her orgasm for almost a full minute before one of the teams on TV scored and the other guys erupted in yells. Kim pulled her pants back up in lightning speed, narrowly missing being seen by the others. I think if the team had scored two minutes earlier, Kim would have been too far gone to care and everyone would have had a chance to see her in the throws of passion. 

Kim got up and excused herself to go to the bathroom. As she passed in front of Larry, she reached out and ran her, still wet fingers across his lips. I'm sure he could taste her pussy still on her fingers. Larry shot me another look. All I could do was shrug and laugh and try to hide my throbbing hard on.



The Towel Shack



It is February, and Dan and Mary are spending a week at a hotel on one of the less visited volcanic isles in the southern Caribbean. The first day is spent at the beach, swimming and relaxing under the palms. They are the last to leave the beach, finishing up at the beach bar with some great rum punches, then heading back to the room, planning their first vacation screw, and then dinner.

When they get there, Dan realizes that they forgot to return the large beach towels to the towel shack at the far end of the beach. Mary volunteers to walk down with them. The beach is now deserted, but from the shack, sheltered by some palms and bushes, comes the faint sound of Soca music. 

Mary goes in and sees three young guys, perhaps in their late teens, relaxing among the bins of dirty, and neat piles of clean, beach towels. She checks off the return box next to her name on the list, then notices that the guys are all giggling and seem embarrassed, so she asks them why. 

"You see, Ma'am," says the tallest one, "We had just been talking and decided that you were the finest looking guest we have seen at the hotel all season." The others looked shyly down and blushed, appalled that Winston would be so bold. 

"Oh yeah?" Mary asks, "what about me is so good?" 

Even Winston lost his nerve, looked down and stammered. 

"Well, do you like my legs?" Mary asks, putting one up on the large wooden table and, bending over, nonchalantly flicking some sand off her ankle. 

"Oh! Your legs are indeed beautiful, Ma'am" said Winston. Although he was talking about her legs, and looks up them toward her bikini bottom, he can't keep his eyes off her chest as she bends over. 

Mary glances at the other two guys, then looks in the tall one's eyes and smiles. "Ahhh, I take it you like more than just my legs?" she asks, as she reaches her fingers behind the straps of her bikini top and pulls them slightly up and away, looking down upon her nipples, which she stares at for a second, smiling, before letting the straps snap back into place. 

The boys are shocked speechless; no guest had ever teased them like that before. They were torn between their obligation to keep their distance from a hotel guest, and their natural reaction to Mary's provocative behavior. The tall one finally says "We love your breasts, Ma'am! We were just talking about how beautiful they must be." 

"Should I take off my top so you can see them? Would you like me to do that?" Mary said, snapping the straps again.

The guys stammered again, staring at the thin fabric of Mary's red bikini top, through which her rising nipples were starting to protrude. She looked down to their waists and could see that their tiny bathing suits were starting to fill out considerably.


"Oh, Ma'am! Could you?" one of them whispers, his voice going dry at the thought that this gorgeous guest might remove her bikini top.

"Well, maybe I will, but you boys will have to do me a favor first." 

"Anything, Ma'am. We're here to serve." 

"Good," Mary says, "This is my first day here and I think I may have gotten a little sunburned on the sides of my butt." With that Mary puts her fingers under the edge of her bikini bottoms and lifts the edges up and into the crack of her rear end. She turns her rear to the boys, and twisting around to view the sun damage, says "I need someone to lick my skin where it is tender, to cool it off." 

"Oh, I'll do that Ma'am," one says, with the others quickly volunteering as well. 

"I don't need all three of you. Stand at attention and I'll decide." 

The boys immediately jerk to attention as if they were soldiers and Mary were an important general. The difference, of course, was that they were all boys wearing nothing but tiny bathing suits, through which their raging erections were clearly visible. 

Mary slowly looks them over from top to bottom, concentrating on the middle. The tallest guy's cock was clearly huge, with its top almost poking just beyond his waistband. "You, boy, what's your name?" 

"WW..WW... Winston, Ma'am" he stammers. 

"OK, Winston, you just stand there at the other side of the table. You two, what are your names? OK, Cecil and Luther, you can help me. Come around to side of the table, get on your knees and lick the sore parts of my butt." 

"Right away, Ma'am!" they say as they practically run around the table to get into position on either side of her butt, and start licking up and down the side of her ass at the bikini line. Mary braces herself against the table with both arms, bent forward slightly with her legs spread behind her. Winston remains at attention opposite her, his arms at his side, starting to sweat as Mary gazed up and down his body.

Winston wipes his forehead and gawks back. Never in his wildest fantasies about the hotel's guests had he imagined being part of such a scene. Oh sure, he had flirted with some, but he (and they) knew his place - all the white lady guests ever really wanted was to be turned on a bit so they could enjoy fucking their boring husbands or fat old bosses or boyfriends who paid for the trip to the islands. The idea that he could be standing across the table from a sexy guest with long blond hair, half closed eyes that were clearly staring at his cock, and a skimpy red bikini the top of which she promised to take off, is more than he ever thought would happen to him. 

Moreover, it appears that the effect of Cecil and Luther licking Mary's sunburn spots were more than just medicinal - she was starting to move her hips back and forth ever so slightly in response to the licking, and her nipples were now poking quite hard against the thin fabric of her bikini top. Now thrusting her hips back even more and humming a nameless tune, Mary leaves her left hand bracing herself against the table while she places her right wrist against the center of her bikini bottoms, presses hard for a second or two, then slowly draws it up so that the side of her thumb rubs against and delineates her pussy crack, then back again. 

"Ok guys," she says to Cecil and Luther, who had been licking the sides of her butt, as well as cautiously inching their hands higher on her legs, consumed by lust but fearful of going too far with this gorgeous hotel guest, who could have them fired with just a word. "You've done a great job. My sunburn feels MUCH better now. I just have another little spot for you to lick and then I'll let you see my tits." 

With that Mary gets up on the table, slides forward so that her rear is planted about halfway down its length, and spreads her legs to rest each foot on the benches on the sides. Her skimpy bathing suit is now squeezed tight against her crack. A few blond curls of her bush are poking out from around the edges. Resting on left arm, she pointed to two broad areas halfway up each thigh and says "What do you think? It looks like I might have gotten a bit sunburned here as well. Do you think you boys could lick there a bit too?" 

None of the guys could see even the slightest dot of redness there, but the possibility of licking this woman's widely spread thighs barely inches from her pussy, plus their blood pounding throughout their body, was enough to have them seeing red everywhere. So Cecil and Luther got on the ground between each bench and the table. Mary held her hand out to make sure each started licking close to her knees before moving higher.

Mary could feel the two boys lips and tongues cool on her thighs as they gradually worked their way up from her knees. "Winston! You naughty boy! How dare you!" 

Winston, standing directly across from Mary, had grabbed his cock and, stroking down, unintentionally pulls his suit down so that a good two inches is now sticking out above his waistband. Trying to sound angry, Mary says "Put that back right now!" Winston immediately snaps back to attention and yanks at the top of his suit, but his cock is so engorged that try as he might the reddish black head can't be covered. 

Now Cecil and Luther are accelerating their ascent and have gotten within an inch or two of her crotch. Mary tempts them with one last hip thrust, then pushes back their heads with "Enough! You've done a great job. Get up and stand beside Winston. It's time for your reward." 

They did as they were told, and for a moment or two Mary just sits up on the table and stretches, then places her arms back behind her as she enjoys the sight of these three well built young men almost in pain from their erections. 

"Now close your eyes and promise not to open them until I say so" she says, and they all cover their eyes with their hands. Knowing they are all peeking, she reaches behind her and unhooks her bikini top, dropping it to the floor. 

"Keep your eyes closed. Don't cheat!" she says, smiling, as she reaches down into her suit, gives her clit a quick jiggle, then reaches into her pussy getting her fingers real juicy. She brings them back up to her left nipple, which she flicks and squeezes so it pokes out and shines from her added lubrication, then does the other one. Her hand dives in again, this time to paint her juices all around each tit. 

"OK guys! You can open your eyes now."

As they uncover their eyes, a collective groan emerges from their mouths. Never in all their fantasies about attractive guests they had seen on the beach had they ever imagined that they might be in the presence of one so gorgeous, who clearly enjoyed teasing and showing off her charms.

Mary is now leaning back, supporting herself on her left elbow, with the fingers of her right hand sliding up first one breast then the other, giving the sharply pointed nipples a light flick as they go by. Her feet are flat upon the benches along side the table, which pushes her butt forward and forces her red bikini bottoms tight against her pussy, so that the horny young guys can see her crack and thick lips clearly delineated against the fabric. They are frozen in place with their mouths open, but Mary wakes them up in a delightful way by saying "Come here, Cecil and Luther. You've got great tongues, let's see what you can do with my tits." 

They each leap down their side of the table, sit on the bench, and, with one hand on one of Mary's knees and the other on a firm, succulent breast, start to work. Cecil, the short, solidly built youth on her left, alternates between sucking very hard on her nipple and gently biting it, while Luther uses his tongue, lapping up the cunt juice on her right tit with the broadest of brush strokes. 

Winston, still standing at attention, is groaning in agony. "Winston, I have a special treat for you. Take the bottom of my bikini off and put some towels under my ass." 

He grabs some fresh towels from the pile behind him and gets on the table on his knees in front of Mary after doing as she requested. 

"Winston, I'm gonna give you a lesson on the right way to make love to a woman with your mouth. Start by licking right here and here, that's right, all around my pussy first. Lighter! Lighter! Ah, that's better. OK, now you can put the tip of your tongue in my groove and flick it lightly. Oooh, that's nice. Now you can go a little faster and harder. Oh, Yes! That's right. Now come back up and do my clit again. Yes! Yes! Now go down with your tongue and get deep and hard inside me. Oh, I think I'm going to cum. Oh, More! Harder!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" yells a voice from the door.

With terror on their faces, the guys almost jumps to the ceiling, seeing Mary's enraged husband Dan.

"HOW DARE YOU TRY TO RAPE MY WIFE!" Dan yells.

Faces now almost white, cocks rapidly shriveling, the boys realize that they could not only lose their jobs, hard to come by in this beautiful but underemployed island, but they could also be in big trouble with the law, which didn't take kindly to crimes that might hurt the tourist trade. 

After a moment of stunned silence, they all talk at once "Oh no, sir, we didn't intend... we meant no harm...we only did what she asked.." 

Dan looks down at Mary, who has rolled onto her stomach on the table and is trying to catch her breath. Had Dan walked in 15 seconds later he would have seen her cum from Winston's untrained but enthusiastic tongue. She glances up at Dan and twitches her eye at him, not quite a wink, their signal that "The Game" is on.

Keeping his angry expression, but now understanding the situation completely, Dan yells "YOU SAY YOU DID WHAT SHE ASKED? YOU THINK MY WIFE WANTS TO BE GANG RAPED? ARE YOU SAYING MY WIFE IS A SLUT?" 

The boys just babble incoherently. How can they protest their innocence without making matters worse by being disrespectful to this man's wife? 

Finally Luther, the youngest and slightest youth, spoke up "Oh no, sir, she is a very nice lady. She just wanted us to lick her sunburn and, well.." 

Dan looks over at Mary and says, quietly, "Honey, I know you are shy and this will be a bit embarrassing, but could you just turn over onto your back for a second?" 

"Well, if you want me to, dear." Slowly Mary revolves onto her back again. The little pile of towels was again under her rear, and although both her feet were now on the table, she spreads them wide enough so that the boys, standing back against the towel stacks, could look straight up her long legs and see the beads of moisture on her bush, still there from Winston's tonguing, and the glimpse of reddish pink below. Beyond that they could see her tight tummy and firm breasts, whose nipples looked every bit as erect as they had been a few minutes earlier. In the still, warm air they could faintly smell a trace of her feminine musk. 

Dan walked in from the door, and standing at the end of the table near her head, looked her over completely, then said quietly, "Thank you dearest, you can turn back now." 

Looking fiercely back at the boys, he yelled "Now I KNOW you are lying! I DON'T SEE ANY SUNBURN ON HER." 

Luther spoke up again "We didn't see any either, sir, but she said..." 

Dan put on a perplexed expression. "Is this true, Mary? You actually asked these boys to use their tongues on you?" 

"Well, uh, uh, I felt a little tender and, uh, well I guess, sort of..." 

"SO! You little tart! Teasing these poor boys. How dare you! Well, I have a perfect punishment in mind for you!"

"Pp..pp..punishment?" Mary asks, her voice seemingly quivering in fear, but again they trade near-winks to show that the Game is going along delightfully. 

"That's right, you tramp. You want to be unfaithful? I'll show you unfaithful! You boys ever been sucked off by a white lady? Who wants to be first?" 

Relieved by this reversal of circumstances, the boys smile broadly and laugh. Luther, nimble and wiry, runs over, stands in front of Mary and strips off his trunks. 

"No! No!" Mary moans. 

Dan takes a towel and flicks the end of it at her bare ass. "That's right! You'll do as I say and you'll like it. You've teased these poor boys and now you are going to relieve them, or else!" 

Pretending to whimper, Mary puts her arms around Luther's rear and pulls him closer. His cock is just starting to head back up, and since one of Mary's favorite turn-ons is to have that happen in her mouth, she gobbles him right to the root. Soon she has him pumping away into her mouth with his small, but very erect member. 

She feels someone getting on the table behind her, spreading her thighs, and putting his head underneath. It is Winston who, having gotten a brief taste of her cunt, wants more. Remembering his earlier lesson he starts with light tongue flicks and then starts probing deeper. Mary's pussy picks up where it left off and soon she is about to cum. 

But her attention is drawn back to her mouth, for Luther is starting to shoot. She takes the first gob inside, then pulls him out and strokes his shaft to finish him off. Almost before she can swallow, Cecil pushes the happy Luther aside and presents his fat cock for her attention. 

While she pulls him closer, she realizes that Winston has now gotten on his knees and is inserting his huge cock into her pussy from the rear. It feels real good, in fact, overwhelming. She wonders what Dan will think, then hears him cheering Winston on, "That's right boy, fuck her brains out!" 

That puts Mary over the edge. All she can do is hold on to Cecil's cock while she screams out her ecstasy. That soon sets off Winston's explosion, and she feels flooded with his pent up juices. Mary sees that Luther is hard again, and heading around behind her to take Winston's place. 

"This is gonna be some evening," she thinks, "We're going to need all these towels!"

The next morning starts slow, with the relaxed couple not hitting the beach until noon. When they decide to swim, Dan says "Want to go get some beach towels, Hon?" 

Mary feels her sore jaw and other still tender and throbbing parts. "No, dear, I think it's your turn today."



The Tower



Kara resisted getting up. She stretched her long legs out, and pretended like she couldn't see the sun sneaking through her bedroom window. All she wanted was a few extra minutes to stay entwined in her sheets, cumfy in her little cocoon, nice and warm and lazy. But, she knew she couldn't. 

Today was going to be a busy day, she reflected with a mixture of glumness and excitement. She threw aside the covers and got up. Stretching cat-like, and smiling, Kara thought of everything she had to do today. She had a bunch of errands in the city to run, including dropping by the Asian market and picking up ginseng and yarrow root, and all the other exotic herbs and spices that Bailey always seemed to be needing. Then they'd swing by their favorite used book store, and spend an hour walking up and down the cluttered isles, maybe finding what they came for, maybe not - but having a great time nonetheless. Then it would be a couple hours donating time at the Women's Health Clinic. And in the evening, they would help work out the plans for this year's Samhain event at Orion's Belt. True, Samhain wasn't exactly a Hellenic type festival - her days to commemorate the dead came at the Genesia and Anthestria - but it was such an important event for the community that it transcended it's Celtic and Wiccan origins. It was the closest thing they had to a Pan-Pagan festival - and she loved dressing up. She still hadn't decided what her costume would be this year. She was thinking that Bailey could go as a Witch, and she'd go as her Familiar in a cat-suit leotard, equiped with ears, whiskers, and a tail. But she also liked the idea of going as Laura Bush, with Bailey dressed as the Shrub. Maybe she could talk her into wearing the costume afterwards, with a strap-on. Political commentary in its heighest form. 

Kara walked over to her small altar and lit some frankincense for her Patron. She smiled at the little statue of the Goddess rising from the ocean on a conch shell, and recited Sappho's Hymn to Aphrodite by heart. She lifted a flower she had placed on the altar bowl the night before, smelled it, letting her mind clear in preparation for the busy day, and then set it back. 

Kara walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Bailey was in the living room, huddled on the couch, watching the news. She paused for a moment, taking in the woman she loved. Bailey was tall and very slender. You could count her ribs, and her hip bones jutted like knives. Her red hair was cropped short, almost to the scalp, which made her strong chin and cheek bones appear a little severe. But she was beautiful to Kara's eyes, and she loved holding her close, wrapping that sharp, angry little body in her soft, warm arms and creating an island of safety with their love. Bailey had the most incredible hazel eyes, and when she stared at Kara in a certain way, she just melted. Kara, on the other hand, was very much like her Patron. Her auburn hair tumbled down her shoulders in an unruly tangle. She was all soft curves and voluptuous flesh. She could stand to lose a few pounds - but Bailey liked to rest her head on the pillows of Kara's breasts, and Kara liked feeling the scratchy bristles of her lover's head against her cheek. Kara had the softest, fullest lips imaginable - almost like Angelina Jolie's. Bailey could kiss them for hours at a time, and she never grew tired of them. 

Kara carried her cup of orange juice into the living room, and sat down on the couch next to Bailey. 

"Whatcha watching?" She asked, casually glancing over at Bailey. Her heart leapt into her throat. 

Bailey had pulled herself into a tight ball, her legs folded against her chest, her arms holding herself together, as if she might break apart at any moment. Her face was red and puffy, and tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked. She looked like one of the Shoa victims, a living ghost. She stared back at Kara with haunted, empty eyes, as if she didn't comprehend what she was seeing. She tried to speak, but couldn't quite get the words out. Finally she just gave up, and turned back to the television. 

Fear clutched at Kara's breast. What had happened to the woman she loved? What awful thing had done this to her? Did she have a stroke? An overdose? What the hell was the matter, and why was she so engrossed in the television? Kara turned to see what was on the news, and felt all of the air go out of her, as if some ghostly hand had just punched her in the stomach. 

The screen was filled with the Twin Towers rising up against a perfect blue sky. There didn't seem to be any clouds in the sky - except for the dark, black billowing ones that spewed from the burning crater in the steel and glass ediface. The shot switched to the streets below. The dozens of emergency vehicles. The streams of people fleeing the scene, ducking behind buildings and cars. The Firemen and Policemen directing everyone, or heading into the burning building.

Oh, how horrible, Kara thought. A fire in the Twin Towers. She hoped that everyone would be alright. It looked like the Emergency crew was handling things well. They seemed to have gotten there early, and the crowds were orderly, all things considered. 

And then the image changed again, and she saw an airplane slowly fly into the building. They showed the shot from several different angles, and she listened to the frightened news reporter talk about how this was the second airplane to hit. 

Two airplanes. One could have been an accident. A terrible, terrible accident. But still an accident. Two of them meant .... what did it mean?

The newsman didn't know what it meant. He described several different scenarios. In almost all of them, America was under attack.

Kara felt an emptiness spreading through her body, where all of her certainties had been. America. Under attack. Those words sounded so alien. It couldn't be under attack. America was the strongest nation in the world. She didn't think of it with pride or boasting patriotism. It was simply a fact. America was the world's leading economic and military Super Power. She felt no real connection to it. America was just somehwere she lived. When she thought of America, she thought of megacorporations and a polluted environment, the hateful fundamentalists that kept her from being able to marry the woman she loved, hawkish foreign policy and glitzy Hollywood movies. America was George Bush and Jerry Falwell and Britney Spears. 

America was also her home.

And someone had hijacked two of its planes, and driven them into the Twin Towers. 

She thought of all the people on board those planes, and the people in the offices, and wondered what their last minutes had been like. Some secretary getting coffee for her boss, pausing at the noise, loud like the thunder of heaven, and then boom, an explosion of fire and metal and glass, and death everywhere. 

It was too horrible to think about. She just wrapped her arms around herself, and rocked gently, watching the news. 

* * *

About twenty minutes later, the tower collapsed. 

As everything seemed to do that day, it happened slowly. It reminded her of an avalanch. She could almost see the pristine white mountain dotted with tiny green trees and rocks, and the slow spill of tons of snow as the side of the mountain collapsed. Except that this was a tower. In a city. And it was smoke, and metal, and concrete, and fire, and glass. And it was beautiful to watch the side of that building slide down, because buildings aren't supposed to do that. They're sturdy, made to withstand anything. And yet, there it went, crumbling like a house of cards. And there was a great billowing cloud that burst outward on the city street, like the mushroom clowd over Hiroshima. And the people ran, trying to escape death. And she knew that thousands were still trapped inside. And she thought, if concrete and steel and glass can move like water, what must it have done to the people inside. 

And as she watched the people run, screaming, covered in ash and concrete dust, she felt something inside her die, a light being snuffed out. 

* * *

Two more planes had been hijacked. One, which went down over Pennsylvania, and the other one which was crashed into the Pentagon. 

She had a strange reaction when she saw the flames rising out of the smashed hull of the Pentagon. She thought she'd feel happy. Kara had been raised with a good counter-culture ethos. She hadn't been born in the 60s, but her parents had been at all of the protests and anti-war demonstrations, and she would have been too, if she could have. When she was older, she had become a devoted activist, and during the 90s, there had been plenty of opportunities for protest. Especially for environmental and anti-nuclear causes, and for the economic and human rights of Third World peoples. And while there hadn't been a whole lot of anti-war demonstration, she had never quite forgiven the Pentagon for Vietnam, and was sure that they were plotting little covert wars all over the world all the time. Abbey Hoffmon had tried to levitate the Pentagon during the 60s. Kara had often thought that if he had gotten together with some Wiccans, he just might ahve succeeded. And yet, seeing it there, like a great beast who's been wounded, she couldn't help but feel compassion for the people who worked there, and a growing anger. These terrorists had targeted us. They had destroyed our buildings, our Pentagon, tried to obliterate our White House. Who knew what else they were planning. There could even be other airplanes in the air right now, with hijackers on them. 

Maybe one headed for her own Seattle. 

As Kara sat there, numbly watching television, waves of emotion washed over her. There was relief that all of her friends and family lived out West. There was fear of other attacks, and of what would happen after this. She knew that America would retaliate. It had to. Whoever was responsible for this would be punished. If America didn't rise up and defend itself, there would be other, far worse attacks. That scared her, because she didn't want to see the military might of America unleashed upon the world. 


Ares was a terrible God. In Homer, even the other Gods called him "hateful." And yet, Kara could sense that he was crouching just behind the picture, bound with copper chains, whispering about revenge and honor. And Kara knew that America would be seduced by his whispers, and would break the chains placed on him by the other Gods. And like a terrible beast, he would rise from the ashes of the Twin Towers, and stride across the world, leaving death and destruction in his wake. Already he had walked the world twice during the last century. Now he was about to do it again. And with revulsion, Kara knew that she - or at least a part of her - wanted to see him loosed. The people who did this had to be punished. The thousands who died that day couldn't go unavenged. The evil-doers had to be punished. It sickened her to hear herself say that, to feel the anger, the fear, the blind hatred. But as the image of the plane flying into the building, or the towers collapsing was shown again and again, all of her objections fell by the wayside. In just one morning, the world had changed. And nothing would ever be the same again.

She felt so alone. She knew that Bailey was sitting on the couch with her, just a few inches away. But it felt like she was the only person in the world. That everyone else had died when the towers came down. That everything good and loving and normal in the world had been crushed by falling debris. She felt so empty. Like someone had taken her, and split her open, and dug out all of her insides, her liver and muscles and blood and brains and all her emotions, and then sewed her back up. She could feel the hollowness where her heart had been, and she wondered what it had felt like to feel real emotions. All she could feel was this fear, and anger, and this terrible alonenness. She vaguely remembered that she had had plans for today, things she had wanted to do. Instead, she just sat on the couch, staring blankly at the screen. She no longer heard what the repoerters said. It was just static in the background, as she watched the towers crash, and the smoke rise, and the plane fly into the building, and the people die. So many people. Husbands and wives and lovers, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, and friends. All those families disrupted. Never being able to see their faces again, to touch them, hold them, and tell them that you loved them. Kara ached for their loss, a dull throb that echoed through the emptiness of her body. 

She knew that they wouldn't be the only ones to lose people. There would be war. Sons and daughters would be sent over seas to fight and die. Our soldiers would kill their soldiers, and probably their civilians as well. And they would deserve it, because they had flown planes into our buildings. And what if that was just the start. If they flew more planes into our buildings, or sent soldiers into our country. She saw machine guns tearing bodies apart, stealing lives. She saw bombs dropped, and familiar buildings turned to rubble. The skies darkened, and the streets were red with blood, and everywhere, death and destruction and fear, and the Mad God Ares laughing as innocents were slaughtered. 

And her Patron. What of Aphrodite? Her time was over. The world was dying, and it would never have need of love and laughter again. There could never be beauty again. Instead of lovers touching each other, there would be bullets ripping apart flesh. Delicate flowers would be stomped on as the armies of the world marched off to war. Tanks would drown out the sound of birds singing, and water fountains would flow red with blood. 

The world was ending, and she was alone.

Bailey's hand reached across the cavern that had separated them all morning, and settled on top of Kara's. Kara looked down at it. It was bony and masculine, the fingernails nervously chewed down to nubs. Bailey's thumb rubbed her hand gently, and Kara looked up into her lover's face. The eyes were bloodshot from crying, with dark circles under them. Her hair was spiky, and her cheeks were blotchy. Bailey tried to smile, her lips quivering, as she said, "I love you." And Kara smiled, because she was no longer empty. She felt her heart swell, joy and love returning to blot out the fear and impotence and anger that had taken root in her all morning. She took Bailey's hand in hers, and reached across the couch, kissing her deeply. They then made love with a rare passion and frenzy. They kissed and groped and held each other close, needing to reassure and be reassured that the other was still there, alive and loving, trying to banish the ghosts and fears and anger with pleasure. 

And from her place on the altar Aphrodite watched, and smiled. Recovery would be slow, but it would come.



The Tower



He was sitting at his desk thumbing through paperwork the day guard had left for him. It appeared they had a new inmate arrive late and there was no time to finish the processing of her. "HER?" He shouted out loud.

Yes that was correct... The prison system was integrating female prisoners into its all male facility making it the first co-existent compound of its kind and this was only the first of many female inmates to arrive. 

His heart pounded at the thought of catching glimpses of naked female flesh as he made his nightly rounds

The desk memo said he was to brief her, give her a tour of the facility (as she was only minimum security) and familiarize her with the rules. Inquisitively, he picked up her case file wondering what her crime could have been.

His eyes widened as he read... "Indecent Exposure." He laughed out loud. "Hell... What'd she do? Flash the President for God's sake? Who gets arrested for indecent exposure?"

He gathered her paperwork, taking the processing sheet and neatly stacking the remainder on the corner of his desk. Noisily snatching up his cluster of keys, he headed for the cellblock and cubby number 609.

Twirling his massive key ring, he impatiently made his way through the silent corridor while envisioning a three hundred pound mass of woman waiting for him. He came to an abrupt halt in front of her cell. To his surprise, she was a petite little thing, perched like a cat on the edge of the dreary cot, facing the blank wall in front of her. Long black hair was swept haphazardly down her back. Her small body was barely perceivable beneath the loose prison grays she wore. 

Looking down to his paperwork, he searched for her name.

"Uhh... Ms. Rowan?" His deep manly voice rang out, breaking through the deafening silence. 

Startled, she leaped off the cot, her beautiful raven tresses whipped into the stagnant air as she spun around standing up straight, drawing her hands behind her hips, locking her fingers... now facing him.

"Yes Sir." She answered immediately, her gaze focused straight ahead as if she were looking right through him.

He gasped as his eyes befell her ravenous beauty. A pronounced widows peak of dense shiny black hair framed her delicate facial features; beautiful almond shaped emerald green eyes with long black feathery lashes, a slender sloping nose, full curvy lips and a sweet cleft in the center of her button chin. She was young, I'd guess mid to late twenties; short, probably four foot eleven and slim, weighing about ninety five pounds soaking wet!

But even in her baggy drab prison garb her ample man-made breasts were very evident as they protruded away from her chest! She was without a doubt a virtual feast for the eyes!

His heart was pounding insatiably as he rolled her paperwork into a tube before jamming it into his back pocket before fumbling through the many keys on his ring, impatiently searching for the one to open her cell!

"Where the hell was my patience, my self-control? " He thought.

This was not like him at all. But then he was never confronted with the handling of a female inmate before either and certainly never one this breathtakingly beautiful!

She stood there so submissively, so silently, so still. Like a helpless wounded animal.

The sound of grinding metal as he forced the key into the small hole, made her body jerk. He worked the key, twisting it back and forth until the latch released with a loud clanking noise.

"Well, You're coming with me," He said in a rescuing voice as he pushed a strong shoulder against the cold steel bars, forcing them open.

Did he detect a soft smile as she stepped back allowing him to enter?

"What's your first name?" He asked as his captured eyes helplessly studied her beautiful, flawless face.

Her green cat like eyes were piercing as she looked directly into his stare answering crisply, " Sir, It is Rachel. Sir."

"No need for the ' Sir ' Rachel. Just call me Hutch... Okay?" He said, his face now flushing at the thoughts now racing through his mind.

Envisioning her golden naked body standing before him, small untanned triangles accentuating those big beautiful breasts protruding out from an easily countable ribcage. Someone must have paid dearly for those tits! They were perfectly symmetrical with large tan aureoles and beautiful nipples... pierced and adorned with thick silver rings which hung from hard buds that jetted straight out. Her petite frame made her ample breasts look even larger. His eyes trailed down to the small silver belly button ring pierced through her navel. Then onto the narrow patch of raven fur leading down to her hidden pearl. She bore the untanned marks of a thong shadowing her trimmed black bush in milk white flesh. Her legs were spread shoulders width apart, exposing puffy nether lips, which delicately dangled from her neatly groomed private garden. And a small silver bar pierced vertically through her clitoral hood, concealed her precious jewel. Her inner thighs were glistening with pussy juices.. He could almost perceive the erotic sweet/musky scent of her aroused sex...

"Yes... Sir..." She answered jerking him back from his mental image of her nakedness," Uhh... I mean Hutch... Sir." She added lowering her eyes.

He chuckled correcting her formality. "Just Hutch... Rachel... Just Hutch."

"Yes, Hutch." She bubbled back.

"Now come with me." He ordered stepping aside, allowing her to leave her cramped dark cage.

His cock was swelling, banging against his thigh beneath his uniform as he led her down the cold empty corridor like a prize pet on an imaginary leash.

Inmates were stirring as the tapping sound of his cleated heels on the concrete floor echoed through the cellblock. The tinny jangling sound of keys swaying from side to side on his thick belt drew the attention of the rustling inmates as he slowly paraded her towards the far exit.

She followed closely behind him... silently, obediently as her eyes stayed glued to his rising and falling heels. Soon 'Oooo... Laaa... Laaa's ' and obscenities were emanating from the darkened cells as they passed by them.

"Hey baby, wanna gimme a feel? I eat yer pussy till you cum." Rang out as arms appeared from between the cold steel bars with hands stretching and grasping in the air.

"Hey Cappy, Ya gunna share that hoe?" Rang out followed by low guttural laughter.

"Hey, I need me some putang. Bring that slut o'er here." Was yelled from across the corridor.

"Nice chi chi's... comere baby..." 

Numerous hands and arms were now waving through the bars. The obscenities grew more boisterous as they arrived at the steel barred exit. 

Hutch stopped abruptly causing ample breasts to stab into his lower back as she collided into him.

Instinctively he spun around, grasping her firmly by the shoulders, feeling his fingers bury themselves into her soft flesh covered collarbone. 

Her body was trembling as the vulgar language continued to echo through the cellblock.

Reaching down, cupping her button chin in his hand he lifted her head up. Looking into her frightened tear pooled eyes; he knew she did not belong in here.

"QUIET OUT THERE YOU ANIMALS!!" He screamed out as he gently wiped the trickling tears from her cheeks before grasping the loop of keys from his waist. Jamming a key into the hole, twisting it sharply, he heaved the creaking gate wide open. 

Hurriedly he lead her out of the building, into the dark deserted exercise yard and across to the tower station. He could hear the crunchy pitter-patter of her tiny feet on the gravel surface as they quickly shuffled behind him trying to keep up with his pace.

Unlocking the heavy iron door he directed her inside.

One lone exposed light bulb dimly lit the spiral staircase.

"Go ahead. You first." He said ushering her onto the first step.

He followed closely behind; watching her sweet round ass undulate from side to side as she slowly mounted the steep steps. It was hypnotizing how gracefully her body moved even in those baggy prison clothes. He had all he could do to keep his hands off her ass as her sensual movements awakened his cock, which was now twitching like crazy. His swollen organ was screaming for release by the time they reached the upper landing.

Hearing sounds coming from the stairwell, the tower guard called out.

"Hey... Who's coming to relieve me? Gawd I hafta take a piss!"

Turning towards the stairs, his strained grin flushed bright red as Rachel emerged from the stairwell like a heaven sent angel coming to rescue him until her beautiful long black hair flowed off her shoulders exposing her dreary prison gray uniform.

Hutch nudged her forward as he climbed up onto the landing, his muscular body now towering over her small frame.

"Hiya Bob... Gotta go do ya?" Hutch teased, as he protectively rested his hands on Rachel's shoulders.

Bob was frowning until her beauty captured his eyes. 

"Hmmmmm... What do you have there Hutch?" He asked as his eyes began raping her trembling body.

"Oh. This is Rachel. She's a newcomer. They brought her in here late this afternoon. The warden left instructions to give her a tour of the facility and acquaint her with the rules and regulations. She's a short timer."

A soft giggle escaped her lips at Hutch's short comment. With her small stature she must have heard them all.

"Hmmm.. Lucky you." Bob said as he unconsciously licked his lips, adding, "Darlin, What's a nice girl like you doin in a place like this?"

Rachel squirmed and wiggled at the question put before her.

Hutch froze as he was also curious for the explanation to her incarceration but was too much of a gentleman to ask.

She gently pulled away from Hutch, turning to face them both as she spoke in a soft angelic voice.

"I was only obeying my Master" She said confidently as she lowered her eyes, dropping to her knees.

"What?" Hutch blurted out in surprised confusion. "You mean to tell us... You were..."

Bob interrupted, tapping Hutch on the shoulder, "Hey Buddy, I've heard about these slave girls. Gawd, they do whatever their Masters order them to do."

Bob's devious eyes lit up as he studied this small ravenous beauty perched at their feet.

Rachel leaned back resting her weight on her heels, thrusting her ample breasts forward, spreading her legs wide open, placing her palms face up on her thighs, with her head held high and her eyes downcast as she knelt perfectly still.

"Is this true Rachel?" Hutch asked, bending down, grasping her pretty little cleft chin between forefinger and thumb, pulling her face upward and looking into her twinkling eyes.

Without a moments hesitation she answered, "This girl belongs to Master Garrett, without question she does anything and everything He tells her to do."

An evil grin swept over Bob's face as he looked over to Hutch for approval before addressing her.

"And what did your Master tell you to do in here?" He asked her in a prodding manner.

"To obey and do as I am told... without hesitation, without question." She answered proudly, her ample breasts now heaving as her mind obviously drifted to pleasing thoughts of her Master.

"Then take your clothes off girl. "Bob commanded jokingly.

Immediately Rachel grasped the hem of her shirt and yanked it up her body. Her huge firm breasts bounced out from underneath as she pulled the cloth over her head dropping it to the floor beside her before slipping her fingers into the waistband of her bottoms.

"Stop!" Hutch ordered dropping down on a knee, covering her hands with his, pinning them against her hips, before her naked heaving breasts captured his eyes! 

He was hypnotized by her obvious arousal...her huge crinkled aureoles and protruding buds. Silver rings were dancing from her bobbing nipples.

His imprisoned cock was jumping and jerking inside his uniform trousers now commanding release!!

"Come on Hutch... You can see she wants to please her Masters!" Bob said coaxing him on...

Low vibrating moans were now escaping her writhing body as Hutch ripped her pants down to her knees. Her inner thighs were already glistening with her sweet pussy juices as she thrust her pelvis forward while tightening her sweet little ass.

Hutch slipped his hand up between her parted legs, his thumb piercing between moist folds of soft flesh before sinking into her hot tight chamber. 

Her soft moans echoed off the walls at the unexpected intrusion.

Bob was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly as he inched closer to her. Pulling his flaccid cock out and putting it to her lips, she instinctively tilted her head back as he pushed his limp vessel into her mouth before releasing his golden fluid inside her.

She gurgled trying to swallow all his fluid without spilling any. 

"AAhhhh.." Bob groaned as he emptied the last of his contents into her tightly clasped mouth. 

She was responding just like she was trained to respond... accepting all they had to offer her.

"Down on all fours." Hutch commanded in a low growl.

She immediately lunged forward onto her hands and knees as Bob's captured cock was stretched beyond its limit before being jerked from her lips. Her naked flesh was alive with movement as Hutch finger fucked her tight pussy with one hand while releasing his throbbing cock from his trousers with the other.

Bob knelt down on the floor in front of her placing his swollen cock to her closed lips.

"Open your mouth and suck me girl... make me cum." He ordered.

She obediently opened her mouth taking his full length inside, working his shaft with her tongue and lips as she bobbed her head back and forth like a prancing hen.

Hutch withdrew his soaked fingers from her tight pussy, positioning his bulbous cock head to her open entrance.

Her body was heaved forward forcing Bob's cock down her throat as Hutch drove his hard cock deep inside her shallow womb, slamming into her cervical wall. S he gagged at Bob's sudden intrusion but quickly regained her composure. She was a good little slave.

They relentlessly fucked her orifices. Hutch's cock thrusting deep into her tight pussy while Bob's cock thrust deep into her clutching throat.

Her muffled moans and groans intensified their animal lust as they thrusted hard and long into her quivering body.

Hutch's thumbs soon found her juice coated anus and began rhythmically pumping in and out of her tight pucker as his engorged cock pumped in and out of her juicy cunt.

"Gawd..." He moaned, stroking his cock with his fingers through her anal membranes as he assaulted her openings. Her face was now fully buried in Bob's pubic hair. He groaned out loud, his balls were tightening as he cupped her head in his hands pumping in and out of her throat in an animalistic frenzy.

"UHhhhhhh.." He yelled, pulling from her throat as his semen raced up his engorged shaft exploding inside her mouth. She hungrily swallowed his gift to her. Pressing his torrenting cock to the roof of her mouth as she swallowed, milking from him all that he had to offer her before mulling his sated organ round and round with her tongue, bathing him in her saliva. She was a good little slave.

"Ahhhhhh... Yesss.." Hutch sang out while pumping wildly in and out of her cunt and anus. Her juices were flowing from her, coating his balls as they slapped against her dangling pussy lips. Hutch felt the bar in her clitoral hood rubbing wildly back and forth across his sensitive shaft as she rocked back and forth against him.

Her shivering body was glistening with perspiration as he felt her cunt begin to contract and spasm around his throbbing organ.

"NOT YET!" He ordered. as he pulled his swollen cock from her pulsating chamber. 

Obediently she responded. Her movements stopped with her ass arched high into the air.

Reaching down he slipped his fingers inside her gaping cunt drawing more of her juices up onto her anus before positioning his bulbous head over her tight ring.

Bob pulled his spent cock from her lips as one sudden thrust forced Hutch's massive cock head deep inside her dark canal.

A shrill scream escaped her as he began assaulting her sweet asshole with his cock. Grasping her hips in his strong hands he slammed relentlessly in and out of her tight ass again and again and again.

Her hard breasts were jerking back and forth as he mercilessly thrusted in and out, feeling her muscles tighten even more around his throbbing swollen shaft. Reaching under her he buried his fingers into her folds of soppy flesh, finding her swollen clit, pinching it between his finger and thumb.

"Ahhhh... Thank You Hutch." She screamed, her wrenching body bucking and jerking as he raped her clit with his fingers while fucking her ass with all his might.

Bob was zipping his pants up as Hutch screamed out, "UUgghhnnnnnn.." Releasing her pulsating clit as his cock tensed and convulsed shooting cum deep inside her ass, steadily emptying its thick creamy load.

She moaned loudly feeling his hot seed filling her dark canal as he continued pumping in and out of her. Her shivering hot flesh collapsed forward onto the cold hard floor as Hutch slouched back, his limp spent cock withdrawing from her used ass.

She sighed, clenching her ass, holding his gift inside.

She was still panting as Bob rolled her over, pulling the wet bottoms off her legs, then spreading her thighs open wide exposing her soppy sweet smelling pussy.

Her moans echoed through the tower as she arched her pelvis off the floor, offering her pussy to him for his use. She was a good little slave.

Without hesitation Bob buried his face in her sweet juicy cunt. Gurgling he lapped at her tasty nectar. Drawing his rigid tongue up her wet slit to her hard protruding clit.

She screamed out. "Thank You Sir." 

He attacked her clit with his teeth while his forefinger and thumb pulled and twisted her clitoral hood bar.

She was moaning and groaning wildly as he forced two fingers up inside her red swollen pussy.

Hutch's cock was awakening as he watched Bob rape her cunt with agile fingers.

Bob pulled his mouth away from her clit, sitting up he focused his attentions on her soppy cunt as he worked his fingers in and out of her slushy opening while his thumb attacked her clit.

"Hutch..."Bob said turning to him, looking for approval. "Think I can get my whole hand inside her?"

"Oh... Come on Bob.. Hasn't she had enough?" He asked as he looked down on her shivering perspiration covered flesh.

A soft smile soon crossed her face. Without a word she once again arched her pelvis off the floor to Bob. She was a good little slave.

Bob now inserted three fingers inside her cunt pushing in and out. Listening to her moan and groan was fueling his lustful fire as he inserted a fourth finger inside her. She was arching and writhing, pushing against his fingers, her sweet/ musky scent was filling the air! Attacking his nostrils. Tucking his thumb inside his palm, squeezing his fingers together, he slowly pushed and pushed, trying to get his entire hand threw her small opening. The steady pressure was moving her across the floor. 

Hutch moved around, squatted down, cupping her head between his naked knees, bracing her as Bob continued working his hand in, twisting and turning, applying more and more pressure, trying to force it inside her tight cunt.

"Ohhhhh... Myyyyy... Goddddd..." Bob moaned as he felt her pelvis slowly spreading open to accept him.

She was moaning and groaning as she reached up grasping Hutch's dangling cock with both hands, pulling his organ, stretching him down to her lips until his balls were resting in her eye sockets.

"UUUUhhgggnnnnn.." She shrieked as Bob's hand finally popped inside her tight vagina. A streak of pain shot through her body as her expanded pelvis snapped closed around his inserted hand.




The Tower



She hungrily sucked Hutch's swelling cock as Bob massaged inside her womb gently twisting his cramped hand round and round in a circular motion. His knuckles found her g-spot as she held her pelvis very still, electricity shot throughout her quivering body.

Her orgasm was building as Hutch turned around, now straddling her chest. His knees wedged into her underarms, his calves drawn in tightly against her ribcage. He squatted over her heaving breasts. Reaching down, cupping the back of her head in his hands, lifting her head forward, he gently pumped in and out of her pursed lips.

"That's it... slooooow baby...take it all..." He instructed her..."Make it last Rachel."

As Bob grinded slowly inside her womb, Hutch grinded slowly inside her mouth.

Her muffled moans grew louder as Hutch rocked rhythmically in and out of her. 

His balls were being massaged between her ample breasts with each slow stroke.

"Gawd... I can feel her pussy tightening around my hand! She's going to cum any second Hutch." Bob announced.

"YESSSSS..." Hutch and Rachel moaned in unison as their orgasms exploded together.

Her pussy was contracting and spasming wildly as she hungrily swallowed Hutch's hot torrenting cum.

"Oh FUCK!!" Bob screamed out. "My hand's cramping." 

He was writhing in pain as he tried to withdraw from Rachel's clenching womb. Her orgasming cunt was like a vice grip on him and was not letting go!

"RACHEL!" Hutch's voice calling her name brought her back, startling her. "You have to relax baby... NOW!"

Hutch got off her and focused on Bob's spasming hand locked inside her clenched pussy.

Bob was screaming out in pain while Rachel tried desperately to relax her body.

"I'm sorry Rachel..." Hutch said as he cupped Bob's arm with both hands, remembering how he had helped birth a calf, which had gotten stuck in its mother's tight birth canal.

"Rachel, Grit your teeth Baby." He ordered her. Taking a deep breath, mustering all his strength, he began forcefully pulling slow and steady on Bob's arm.

Gurgling, then crackling sounds could be heard over Rachel's grunts and groans as they echoed through the room. Were they coming from Bob's bones or Rachel's?

A blood-curdling scream came from Rachel. Her rigid body suddenly went limp as her pelvis relinquished its prisoner, finally spreading open... releasing its grip on Bob's hand. 

The momentum of Hutch's force threw him and Bob backwards into the wall.

Bob clutched his aching cum covered hand moaning and groaning while Hutch crawled back to attend to poor Rachel.

She was passed out cold. Her abused pussy lay obscenely open. Her breathing was so shallow her breasts were barely moving. Tears were escaping from her closed eyes trickling down her temples, disappearing into her hairline as her naked used body laid lifeless on the floor. 

Hutch respectfully brought her legs together, gathered her clothes and began gently covering her. He pulled the rough gray shirt down over her head and across her sensitive nipples; soft whimpers escaped her as he eased her frail arms into the sleeves. He then slipped her little feet inside the pant legs, inching them up as he lifted her bottom off the floor with one hand.

There was a pool of her woman juices and his milky cum mixed with traces of red beneath her.

"Geez, Bob." Hutch said turning to him with a frown. "What the hell ever possessed you to do that?"

Hutch brought Rachel's limp body up onto his lap, easing her pants on, covering her used groin. He gently cradled her whimpering body in his arms. She was a good little slave... He knew she did not belong in here!



The Tower



It was a beautiful day for a walk, not too hot, not too cold and there was a light breeze. I met Lil at the entrance to the cemetery at a little after 1 on a Tuesday in June. Now, when I say cemetery, I don't want you to think of a sterile plain with lots of little rectangular stones all in a grid. This is a garden cemetery from the 1830's, it is more like a park and arboretum with graves and tombs scattered about. In short, it is gorgeous and one of my favorite places to take a walk when the weather is nice.

Lil looked beautiful as always, her shirt was a tight, silky, red print v-neck, cut low to display her stunning cleavage. It was paired with a black skirt that came to mid thigh, loose enough to flow when she walked. Her outfit was nicely set off with a nice pair of chunky black heels, suitable for a decent walk over unpaved terrain.

The weather was gorgeous, so there were some other folks around of course, but picking a weekday afternoon meant that it wasn't too crowded. We meandered along, took our time and enjoyed the sights and the day and I began to lead her toward the tower. The tower is set on top of a hill and has a nice view that overlooks the city, and given that most of the other people here were older, I hoped that it would be empty as well. We got to the base and I looked up, as I remembered, there was no view of the top floor from down below, with the exception of the very edge.

I had Lil walk ahead of me as we climbed the spiral staircase up the inside of the tower. There was just enough light that I had a wonderful view of her smooth legs as we walked. While I couldn't see all the way up her skirt, my cock started to stir under my kilt as I watched her thighs slide past each other and her ass sway in front of me.

I was in luck, there was no one else at the top of the tower. So far my plan was coming along nicely. While we took in the scenery I took a quick scan around. I didn't see anyone else approaching the tower's hill. I walked up close behind Lil, close enough that her ass brushed against me and wrapped my arms around her waist. She sighed and leaned her head back.

"Lovely though this walk has been," I said, my hands stroked her stomach, "I had an ulterior motive."

"Oh?" She asked, and turned her head to look at me.

"Rest your arms here, on this ledge. Keep an eye out for anyone walking toward the door of the tower." I gently pushed her forward with one hand, keeping my other around her waist so she bent over with her legs straight. When she was positioned the way I wanted her I sank down to my knees behind her.

"Uhm, I..."

"Shh, " I interrupted, "you'll be able to see if anyone is coming in plenty of time. And even if you get... distracted we'll hear them coming up the stairs." With that I started to run my hands up the back of her thighs and lifted the hem of her skirt. She was wearing a black thong under her skirt; it was thin and I could see the outline of her lips through it. This is one of my favorite views in the world, and I took a moment to savor it, continuing to run my hands up and down her legs. I slid my hands up to her ass and hooked my thumbs in the band of her thong. I heard her breath quicken as I slid her underwear slowly down her legs.

She stepped out of it and I put her thong in the pocket of my kilt. I put my hands on her calves and applied a little pressure so she spread her legs. I leaned forward and breathed across her exposed pussy and heard her gasp. Pulling back again, I saw that she had her head turned, looking at me under her arm. I could see her face starting to flush, her mouth was open slightly and her breath was heavy.

I reached out and gave her clit a quick little lick with the tip of my tongue, then took a long lick around the outer lips of her pussy. I watched her pussy open for me and heard a soft whimper. I continued to tease her with my tongue. I gave her clit light flicks with the tip, then licked the length of her wet pussy. I put my mouth on her and I began to suck on her outer lips, gave light little nibbles, then put my tongue as far inside her as I could. I could hear her moan quietly as I ate her out.

I let my tongue wander back to her clit and locked my lips around it. I began to suck gently on her while I gave hard fast little licks with the tip of my tongue. I gradually began to increase the suction with my mouth and felt her start to rock her hips, grinding into my face. She reached back and put her hand on the back of my head, pulled me in closer, rubbed her pussy into my face while I sucked on her clit. Her legs began to shake as I went faster and harder with my mouth until she became stiff and still for a moment and I heard a muffled cry. I backed off on the intensity of the suction of my mouth and gentled my tongue. I listened to her shuddering breath until it began to even out then resumed my tongue wandering up and down, reveling in the salty taste of her as she started to come down. 

I stood up and smoothed her skirt back down and stood beside her. I ran my hand down her back and over her ass, then stroked up her back again. I looked around to see if anyone was coming (besides Lil). There were a couple of people wandering around, but no one seemed to be approaching the tower. There is nothing like the expression on a woman's face after a good hard orgasm. "Keep an eye out," she said as she sank down beneath the parapet.

I turned to face her and leaned oh so casually against the railing, the entrance to the tower within my peripheral vision. She ducked her head under my kilt and I felt her face brush up against my cock. She licked up the shaft, pausing now and again to kiss and suck the underside as she worked her way up toward the head. I groaned softly when she took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked on it.

I took a quick look down to double check, then held my kilt up so I could watch her go down on me. She looked up at me when I exposed her head to the light, wrapping her hand around the base of my dick she made eye contact with me and licked all around the head. She plunged my cock into her mouth, squeezing the shaft with her hand while she took it deep inside. She switched hands and began to move her hand and mouth in synch up and down. Her other hand dipped beneath her skirt and began rubbing her fingers over her clit.

Then a couple people started walking toward the tower. Crap. They were an older couple, so I was hoping that they'd decide not to make the climb but no such luck. They headed straight toward the door. I quickly pulled away from Lil and whispered that someone was headed this way. I walked over to the other side of the roof and sat down on the back of the stair hatch, arranged myself so that it would be slightly less obvious that I had a raging hard on. She began studiously observing the trees.

It seemed like it took forever for them to climb the stairs. We made small talk with them about the weather and the view and waited for them to depart. And waited. And waited. They eventually departed, and as I turned to Lil to make some quip I saw that she had leaned back against the parapet and lifted the front of her skirt. She had her fingers sliding up and down on either side of her clit. I listened to the echoes of footsteps going down the stairs and watched her masturbate in front of me, my cock grew hard again as she put on a show for me.

As soon as they left the tower we took a quick look around to make certain no one else was on their way. Lil stood up and swayed her way over to where I sat, she licked her lips and sank down to her knees in front of me. She pushed up my kilt and wrapped her lips around my cock. She looked up at me as she slowly took more and more of me in to her mouth. She tilted her head back down and swallowed a little more of my cock. I could feel the tip hit the back of her throat as she twisted her head side to side then wrapped her hand gently around my balls. I let my head roll back and took a moment to check for the sound of anyone coming up the stairs, then sank back into enjoying the amazing blow job I was receiving. 

She moved her hand up from my balls, gripping my cock and squeezing, then moved her hand and mouth in time. She twisted side to side and moved faster up and down my cock. I knew that I'd not be able to take much of that before coming in her mouth, and I didn't want to yet. I stopped her and took another quick look around, no one headed our way. 

She apparently had the same idea I did, when I turned back to her she had bent over the back of the hatch where I had been sitting. She pulled her skirt up while I lifted the front of my kilt, then she reached back and guided my cock to her soaking wet cunt. I sank myself inside her as deep as I could go and just stayed there for a moment, felt her ass tight against me, just enjoyed the feeling of my cock in the warm, tight embrace of her pussy. I tucked my kilt up under my belt and ran my hands over the cheeks of her ass. I slid my hands around and sunk my fingers into her hips as I pulled back. Pulling her luscious ass toward me as I thrust forward.

As we fucked on the top of that tower, my hands roamed over her ass and hips, up her back. We tried to be quiet. I tried to avoid slapping against her ass as I thrust myself into her. One ear peeled for the sounds of someone coming up the stairs, I slid in and out of her. Her breath got harder and faster. Short sharp moans escaped her lips. I could feel the tension begin to build inside me, getting closer and closer to orgasm. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, kissed her roughly and felt her moan into my mouth as our tongues met. Her hips bucked against me, her body shuddered beneath me, her breath tangled with mine as she began to cum. The sensation and sound of her put me over the edge. I buried my cock inside her, pushed as hard as I could, and came deep inside her pussy.

We stayed like that for a few moments and basked in the post orgasm languor. I pulled out slowly; my now super sensitive cock made me shudder from the feeling of sliding out of her, slick with our cum. 

We kissed again and rearranged ourselves, she retrieved her thong from me and slipped it back on. We left the tower and walked around a bit more. It was, after all, a beautiful day for a walk.