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Sharks

By: Zhul



I'm standing nervously within a group of strangers when you see me for the first time. I stand out because of my clear white skin. You assume that I haven't been on the island long enough to get a tan. I'm wearing a red Speedo two piece and fumbling with some strange snorkeling equipment. You realize that this is a tour group going out to snorkel and you think, "What the heck, it's a beautiful day to go snorkeling."

I'm standing there worrying incessantly about stupid things like, "Am I going to get eaten by a shark? Can a barracuda eat a chubby girl? An eel? I hope this sunscreen is really waterproof."

"Hello." you interrupt my nervous mental meandering.

"Oh...er... hello." I squeak out, looking up into your strong face.

"I hope you're not as nervous as you look."

"More!" I admit with a rueful smile. "I'm terrified of the water but... everyone says ya just gotta try snorkeling"

"Why?" you ask surprised.

"Well, I don't know... because it's beautiful, I guess."

"It is!" you agree. "But the beach is beautiful, the volcano hike is beautiful, the view from my private little cottage is beautiful. You certainly don't have to brave sharks.."

"SHARKS!" I echo loudly, making everyone in hearing distance mutter darkly and scan the shallows. You reassure everyone that we haven't seen any fins or anything.

You laugh, "Nervous about sharks, are you?"

"Yes," I answer, "I'm afraid they'll take one look at my ass and think LUNCH!" I grin at you, blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

You try to swallow a grin. "Well you can hardly blame them." I cock an eyebrow at you. "It is almost noon. See?" You innocently show me your watch where, sure enough the big hand and little hand are almost at noon. I chuckle deep in my throat and give you a blinding smile.

"Well, I AM a little peckish myself." I admit.

"Then instead of scaring yourself silly snorkeling, why don't we heap up two plates at the buffet table and we can enjoy the beautiful view from my porch." You give me your most innocent I'm-honestly-not-trying-to-seduce-you-just-being-nice smile. I don't buy it for a second and am almost shocked at myself for turning in my snorkeling stuff. It's just lunch, I think to myself.

We load up our plates while we introduce ourselves and where we are from. Mine is full of fruits and vegetables and rice. With just one small dessert on the side. I notice that you take no dessert but lots of meat and a bit of rice and no vegetables. Typical, I think and then, smile to myself, realizing that I'm eating as "typically" female as you are male. You hale a man in a golf cart for a ride to your place.

"I don't know about you," You whisper to me, "but I would have dropped half of my plate in the sand before we got to my place." I notice that you are sitting very close to me, your leg resting against mine nonchalantly as if not meaning to, just happening to. It feels so solid and strong and warm. I think that I should probably move mine so you don't get the wrong idea but I don't. You lean close and I can smell you suddenly. You smell of suntan oil, and wind, and sun... and man. A sudden image of you driving your cock into me flashes through my mind. I can't stop myself from squirming a little in my seat and there is more moisture in my swimming suit than is strictly proper. You steal a piece of melon off my plate and pop it into your mouth.

"HEY!" I say automatically.

"What?" You answer, all innocence. "Don't you share?"

"Of course, I do. Don't you ask first?"

"Sorry!" You take my free hand in yours and look deeply with the utmost seriousness into my eyes, "Tracy, may I eat your fruit?" Another lewd picture flashes through my mind and I blush furiously. The driver saves me the need to reply as he pulls up in front of your cottage. "We are here" He says in an Island accent. You tip the man and give me a hand out of the cart.

"Oh, this is beautiful!" I say breathlessly. "Are you staying alone?"

"No, I share this with 2 other guys. It's a fishing holiday for us but they are doing the volcano hike today, so no one will disturb us all afternoon." I stop and look at you suspiciously and you look like you want to slap yourself in the head. I suddenly throw back my head and laugh, "Oops." I say to you as I take a seat on the bamboo love seat on the porch.

"Oops." you agree with a smile. This time you do slap yourself on the head mockingly. We eat our cooling lunch and make small talk. Your thigh somehow ends up pressed against mine again. When we finish, I ask for a drink and you invite me inside. You give me a quick impromptu tour that ends in the kitchen. "What can I get you?" You ask.

"Pineapple juice?" You pour me a glass and I rake my eyes along your physique for the thousandths time. I realize that I really hope that your two friends get lost on that damn volcano and don't come back for a week! I quickly feel guilty and silently tell God that I don't want them to come to any harm but can't they get captured by beautiful Island girls for a week or so?

You hand me my juice and I obediently take a sip and smile and thank-you and do all the appropriate things while my mind wonders how I can get things started. I'm not usually the aggressor.

"May I kiss you?" I ask in a very polite manner.

"Pardon me?" you ask a little incredulously and then you spread your arms wide and lean against the counter casually, "Be my guest."

I put my drink down and try to squash down the butterflies in my belly and lean up to put a small, soft, almost maidenly kiss on your lips and begin to pull away. Quick as a cat, you put your hand in the small of my back and cut off any thoughts of retreat. You recapture my lips in a sensual kiss and pull me in against you. My heart is hammering in my chest but already there is a warm pulse deep in my belly. I open my mouth and you gently explore it with your tongue. You glide one hand up my side and cup my breast. Your other hand slides down and squeezes an ass cheek. You release my mouth and cover my face with little kisses, my arms slide up your chest and around your neck. 

"You never did answer my question?" You whisper huskily into my ear, nipping at my lobes.

"What question?" I bite your throat and softly scratch my nails along your broad shoulders.

"Are you going to share your fruit with me?" Your finger and thumb begin to play with a nipple through the material of my bathing suit. I answer you by reaching up and unzipping the front of my bathing top. You brush it off my shoulder and cup a soft white and pink breast in each hand. I can see your breathing getting faster and you lower your head to lick and suck on the cherry pink nipples. I make soft little moans in my throat and my nipples grow hard in your mouth. I slip my hands down your strong back and into the back of your swimming trunks, I roughly grab each of your cheeks and grind our hips obscenely together. I'm rewarded with a rough gasp from your throat. I begin to push your trunks down your hips as far as I can. You let go of my breasts so I can finish removing your trunks. I stop suddenly when your cock springs free.

"Wow." I say quite simply. Geez, I think to myself I can't wait to get this guy deep inside me. I shiver deliciously at the mental picture that immediately springs to mind. I can see trembling pink lips parting and stretching and stretching as the purple head eases into the slick folds. I feel a little buck in my swim bottoms and a lot of wetness. You step out of your trunks and I throw them to the side. You run your hands over my head and grab the long braid at the nape of my neck. I grab a hold of your cock with both hands and wetly kiss the whole head. You groan loudly. I wriggle wildly. I put the head in my mouth and suck greedily on it while my hands pump the shaft. It doesn't take very long before your cock is stretched out to its full length. My pussy is so wet and hot and needy, I slide a hand down and rub myself through the silky material. I open my lips to take your cock as far into my hot little mouth as possible. Your strong hands imprison my head and your hips begin to move slowly at first. You watch intently as your thick cock slides in and out of my sweet little face. I lap and suck at the head at every chance. I try to get my hand inside my swimming bottoms but they're too tight. I groan with frustration. But as your cock picks up speed I have to place both of my hands on your strong thighs for balance anyway. I'm getting more and more salty pre-cum from you every second. "You like that, don't you?"

I nod. Your hands gently caress my heavily worked jaw.

"Do you want me to cum in that sweet mouth, Tracy?" I hesitate. I do but some men are done after just once and it would be agony to be left hanging like this. You seem to understand my hesitation. "Oh, don't you worry that there won't be plenty left for your pussy and maybe a bit for your ass too, if you like it like that."

I look way up to your eyes and begin to suck on your cock like I mean business.

"Ohhhh yesss, that's just right. I'm gonna fill that beautiful throat with a big load of cum. You want that?" I wriggle and moan and nod my agreement. Of course, I want that. I want everything. Even that bit about fucking me up the ass. No one need to know and I've always been so curious to find out what the fuss is about. I wriggle so hard at the thought that my swollen clit rakes heavily against the elastic of the leg of my swimming bottoms. Ohhhh GOD! That felt fine. I began to bump and grind my hips and all the while the elastic that has fallen between the embarrassingly plump lips of my pussy kept sliding back and forth over my oh-so-slick clit. Your fat cock is really fucking my face now. I don't even have time to lap at the head as it passes in and out of my throat. You have become as taut as a bow and I reach up and begin to massage your heavy balls with one hand. I look up to see you looking down specifically looking at my pussy. One lip out of the fabric and one lip in. The fabric so soaked with juice that it was a different colour than the rest of the bottoms and my hips are grinding and rotating and bumping. "Oh baby, I'm going to enjoy fucking you." And with that I could feel your balls lift and tighten as you grab my head and really shove your cock deep into my throat. Within seconds I feel the hot spray of cum and you draw your cock out so you can flood my mouth with cum. I swallow and suck and suck and swallow every last drop and then, I lick your cock clean of all traces of cum. I look up at you and moan as I continue tease my cunt with the elastic of my bottoms.

"I definitely need a closer look at that!" I yelp as you pick me up and deposit me on the kitchen table. I look around surprised.

"You can pick me up?" I asked incredulously. I mean I'm not exactly light.

"hmmmm," you mumble as you spread my legs wide for your viewing pleasure. "Look at that peach!" you exclaim as you softly stroke the exposed lip with your thumb. I look down and blush. That's exactly what it does look like, a big fat peach with the leg of the bathing suit roughly pinching it in half. I wish it were possible to lose weight there. How can a pussy get so fat anyway? "Does that hurt? That looks like that hurts."

"It pinches... sort of" I answer hesitantly.

"Lift your sweet ass, darlin'" I do and you gently disengage the material from my pussy and slide in down my thighs and off to the side. You cup my whole pussy in one hand and squeeze it while you give me a quick kiss. Then, you lick your way down my throat. I arch my back wildly when you take one nipple and then the other into your mouth. Tonguing and licking and sucking on my tender nipples until I just can't think anymore.

"Ohhhh! Eat me! Please!" I beg you with big blue eyes.

You smile. "Funny weren't you just afraid of being eaten not so long ago." I frown at you for a moment, trying to think of what the heck you're talking about.

"Oh. Sharks." I grin at you. "Didn't you promise me a great view?" I chuckle looking around at your little kitchen. You grab my hand and drag me out your little back door. I panic at the threshold. "I can't go outside NAKED!" I say shocked. "What would my mother say?"

"Your mother's here?" You ask surprised.

"...Well... no, not technically..." I admit.

"Come on!" you urge. "It's a little private spot. No one will see and it has a great view!"

"I need shoes!" I say hesitantly. You laugh your head off at the inanity of that remark. Men! I think to myself, they just don't understand. What if I step on a bug and it squishes all over my foot. Ick. But I'm not about to say that with you already chuckling at me. I tilt my chin up determinedly and saunter haughtily by you. I realize quickly that I don't know where we are going and turn around and look at you quizzically. "Well?"

"I thought you were leading." You say with an amused drawl, leaning comfortably against the wall of your villa, completely unconcerned that you are outside naked with no shoes on your feet and bugs all over the ground. I give you my most patient look, it just makes you smile even more widely. You walk up to me and put a possessive hand on the generous curve of my ass and lean forward to steal a quick kiss. You take my hand and lead me on a small, almost unnoticeable path. I step gingerly but quickly behind you, watching out for sharp rock and sticks and icky bugs. I'm so intent on not grossing myself out that I pay no attention to where you are leading me. When you stop, I collide into your behind.

"Oops." I say, putting my hands out and caressing your butt. I look around with amazement. "No one knows about this place?" I say disbelievingly. It's a tiny little clearing with a hammock strung up between two palm trees. A tiny little ribbon of a stream bubbles and burbles merrily to the side. The volcano towers greenly over the trees in front of us and to our left we can see waves curling and breaking out at sea.

"Isn't this sweet?" you ask.

"Like a dream!" I agree. "No one can see us?"

"Nahhhh." You answer dismissively and pull me to you. We kiss hungrily. I start nipping you aggressively on the throat. You grab my thick auburn braid and pull me forcefully off of you, archly my neck back as you begin to kiss your way down my neck and onto my swollen breasts. Dipping your head down to lick and suck on a nipple while I squirm and moan enthusiastically in your arms.

"OHHHH yes! Please! I'm so horny!" I writhe passionately. I take advantage of you changing your grip to squirm away from you and race over to the hammock. I carefully perch in the middle, evenly balance my weight so it doesn't flip my over onto my head and lean back. I spread my legs and hook each elegant foot in the webbing. I do the same with my arms. I'm spread out like a smorgasbord. "Eat me?" I ask. You begin my caressing my right foot with your hand. I giggle as you inadvertently tickle me. You kiss and lick my tender ankle bone as you caress and knead my calf. You travel further down, now kissing behind my knees and massaging my hamstring. I'm beginning to wiggle my butt and moan softly. This is bliss, I think to myself. You kiss your way down my inner thigh and I begin to tense up as you get closer inch by inch, kiss by kiss to my very, very wet pussy. I hold my breath when you finally reaching the tender skin where my inner thigh meets my pussy. One more kiss and he's there! I think excitedly. I arch my back in anticipation. You skip my pussy and kiss the junction of my leg on the other side and begin to kiss your way UP my other thigh.


"ohhhHHH! That's SOOOoooo mean!" I complain to the mountain over my head. You chuckle evilly but don't relent as you continue to lavish wonderful amounts of attention on the left leg. When you finally reach my ankle showering it with sexy sucking kisses, I begin to beg.

"Please, please! I don't care if you are one of those men who won't eat pussy. Just fuck me. Please. Whatever you want, I'll do for you. Anywhere you want. For as long as you want. Just make this terrible ache go away! PLEASSSSE!" You stand between my outspread legs and watch me twist myself into knots. You reach down and draw circles in the damp shine of my tummy. Drawing circles lower and lower as I whimper and moan. I untangle one of my hands from the hammock and try to hurry your hand down lower and lower, until finally! you are running your strong fingers through the slickly honeyed lips of my cunt. I arch my back and a visible shiver travels up my body. You sink to your knees, your face level with my pussy. You can see that it's flexing and clenching wantonly. You spread my plump little lips and give me a big lick from my ass to my clit. I yelp and wriggle and promise you the moon and sun if you'll just... just and then you do, grabbing my erect little clit between your lips and sucking the little button into your mouth. I scream and thrust my hips roughly forward. You have to push back just to keep from drowning. You suck on my clit for a few seconds and then suck on one of my plump lips and then the other, separating the delicate inner lips with the tip of your tongue and following them down into my sweet honey pot. Tongue-fucking me as I shiver and wriggle and ecstatically call out your name.

"Oh yes! Ooo! Lick my hole! Stick that fat tongue in and out! Oooooooo! Suck my clit! Suck it!"

You do as you are asked! Sucking my clit, nibbling on tender lips, fucking me with your tongue until I can't take it anymore!

"Ohhhh God! Yes! I'm going to cum all over your face! Ooooo! Ooooooo! YeSSSSS!!! I'm CUMMING!!!" You lap and lick furiously but the juice trickles down your chin anyway. I buck dangerously in the hammock and probably would have been dumped out of it if I hadn't been wound into it so tightly.

"Oooo!" I cry, "No more! I can't take it! Please, no more!" I push your head away! You chuckle as you carefully stand up and lay across me. I lick my juices off your faces and gently pull you down for a kiss. Sucking your tasty tongue into my mouth and curling my hands around your neck, I say thank you. I can feel your cock pushing against my overheated hole, fully erect once again. "Wow! You recover quickly" I say impressed.

"It helps when there's a naked woman bucking like a wild thing and promising to fulfill every fantasy I've ever had." You stroke my sweaty forehead. I blush but look you straight in the eye and take none of it back. "But I'm not fucking you in the hammock, the way you buck, I'll end up with a broken neck for sure!" You carefully get up and help to untangle me from the hammock and give me a hand up.

"Thanks" I say with a small blush. You cup my face and bend in up for a long slow kiss, our tongues twisting and caressing with a languid sensuality. You grab my braid and give it a playful little tug.

"Will you let your hair down for me?" You kiss the tip of my nose. I lift my arms over my head and drawing your attention to my pert nipples. You roll them gently between your thumbs and fingers while wetly kissing my neck. I sway softly to a slow song that's playing in my head. I shake my head and my hair falls down in long, long auburn tresses that tickle our hips. You take two handfuls of the wild strands and bury your face in it deeply inhale the mingled scents of flowers and me. We sink softly to the ground, with me sitting astride your lap. With a sweet gentleness, you lift me up and let me slide down slowly onto your erect cock. Neither of us are in urgent need - yet! and so, we just sit there, me on top of you, you inside of me, caressing each other tenderly. I trace out the strong line of your jaw with the tip of my fingers and then, follow them with small, almost shy kisses. I kiss your brow next and your nose and each eyelid. You hug me warmly, your big warm hands sliding along the contours of my back, my shoulders, my hips and thighs. We sit still, just enjoying the fragile sense of connection, one human being to another. I lightly tease your earlobe and say sweet words of folly in your ear, my voice low and husky. I rub my wet cheek tenderly against yours as tears that make no sense at all meander lazily to the corners of my mouth. You crush me against you, your hands entangled in my hair that floats like a veil around us, and kiss away each tear.


Sharlann & Dad: Punishment Day



Looking back at things that Dad and I've shared is something we do now and then. One of the most awful... well, did I say "awful"... days of my life comes to mind as I sit here waiting for Dad to return from town. The story goes like this:

Occasionally, I did something that elicited great praise or great anger from Dad. Good grades were always worthy of new clothes, dinner at my favorite restaurant, and a movie. Overflowing the dishwasher by using liquid soap instead of dishwasher soap was enough to have Dad ground me for two weeks.

And, when I turned eighteen, I pulled the firecracker of my youth. I decided that it was time for me to buy a car. That's right... "I" decided... just like that. And, worse yet, I knew the combination to the floor safe and so I just helped myself to a down payment on a car. I was working at the school library and at McDonald's in the evenings and whenever school was in break, so I knew that I could make a monthly car payment. Without one bit of approval, or even discussion, I took myself to the car dealer and purchased a used Chevy... handed them $5000 of Dad's money, signed the paperwork, and drove my new car home.

Well, la de dah... was I a grownup now! Pleased as punch, I set about making dinner for Dad and me.

All of a sudden the door opened and Dad stood there looking at me with one eyebrow raised higher than the other. "Have company, Sharlann?"

"No, Dad... no company." 

"Whose au - toe - moe - beel is that in the driveway?" Dad spoke slowly and more seriously than I'd ever heard.

"Well, Dad... it's MY new car! Aren't you proud of me?"

"W H A T?" "What in the HELL are you talking about Sharlann?"

Suddenly I realized that I'd probably made the mistake of my life. As Dad's face turned redder and redder, and a dark cloud of anger settled over him, I actually began to shake. Oh, what had I done... and what would happen now?

Dad slowly walked into the kitchen and sat down. "Tell me, Sharlann... tell me all about how and why you bought a car... tell me how you did it without my permission... tell me where you got the money... TALK TO ME SHARLANN! NOW!"

Oh brother, this was serious. Shaking, I told Dad what I'd done. No lies. Just facts. Then I waited... not for long, though.

In one swoop, Dad grabbed my by the arm, put me over his lap, pulled down my panties, and began smacking my bare bottom again and again and again. It HURT! Terribly! He was like a crazed man, slapping and slapping me until I began to cry loudly. Even then he didn't slow down. Dad actually beat on my bottom until I could feel welts and blisters rising... and even then he didn't seem to care how much he was hurting me. I was eighteen! And Dad appeared to be taking some degree of pleasure in my punishment... I could feel his cock growing harder and harder against my stomach as he continued spanking me. 

Finally, Dad stopped and took a deep breath. He stood me up and said "Go upstairs and undress Sharlann... you have never been so naughty and you have never been punished the way I'm going to punish you tonight!"

Sobbing and clutching my aching bottom, I headed upstairs where I undressed. I dipped a washcloth in cold water and held it against my burning rear. Looking in the mirror, I was horrified... welts and ugly little blisters had risen all over my backside.

What more could Dad do to me?

Storming up the stairs behind me, Dad literally threw me on the bed with a fierceness I'd never seen in him. He smacked me a couple more times and then proceeded to tie my hands and feet to the head and foot boards, spread eagle. I was far too scared to do anything but whimper. "Dad, Dad... please... please stop... please don't do this..." Dad laughed a mean, maniacal laugh and bent down to retrieve something from under the bed.

He pulled out a black box and opened it. I could see through my tears that inside the lovely velvet interior of the box were all sorts of metal items that looked like something a mechanic would use. There were pins and clamps and probes and... well, then I REALLY began to cry... loudly! Dad couldn't, wouldn't actually hurt me, would he? Looking at his angry face and hearing his loud breathing, I decided not to say anything else, since all of my pleas had gone unanwered.

"Sharlann, I though perhaps one day we could use these nifty items to play, to have fun. But today I am going to use them to PUNISH you for the most terrible thing you've ever done!"

With that, Dad picked up a long needle and ran his finger up and down it's smooth surface. Then he bent down, grasped my left breast, and punctured the nipple through... all the way... just above my new nipple rings. I screamed bloody murder! I tossed and threw myself about against the leg and arm ties. I cussed at Dad. I even threatened Dad. Then I screamed some more. It all fell on deaf ears and it was as if Dad didn't even notice my misery. His face looked so evil, almost filled with a sort of glee.

Dad picked up another long needle and expertly pierced my right nipple, leaving both needles in place. I shrieked and shrieked! To no avail.

Next Dad removed a ball of silky looking rope from the box and tied each breast around and around starting closest to my chest and stretching my breasts as he wound them with the rope. They began turning red... then an ugly purple. Each breast felt like it had a hot ice pick stabbed into it. Now I was crying and sobbing so loudly that Dad had had enough. He picked up my panties and stuffed them in my mouth. Oh! Could THIS be my "dad"...?

Dad then took dozens of little, thin needles from the box and poked them into my breasts... just like pin cushions. By now I couldn't feel the pain of the needles since the overall agony was incredible. I even stopped squirming and just lay there sobbing, looking at the amazing gleam in Dad's eyes.

Dad had gone mad. I was sure of it. Remember, in those days there was no internet and no dungeons for the world to see. I couldn't imagine where Dad had gotten the box and its awful contents. And I certainly didn't know that this kind of torture could be linked to raw, passionate sex.

Glancing at Dad through my tears, I saw that he had removed all of his clothes and his cock was HUGE and HARD and THROBBING. It bobbed up and down with every move he made. He massaged his balls and I could see that he was completely possessed by what he was doing to me... my punishment was sexually stimulating my half crazed Dad... 

Walking to the mantle, Dad picked up the candle that we keep for emergency lighting and lighted the wick. Oh gawd... what now?

As the candle began to drip, Dad moved it over my body, letting hot, burning wax drip on my breasts, in my navel... all over my smoothly shaved pussie... I could feel the burning wax traveling between my pussie lips and over the sides of my navel onto my stomach. 

I was beginning to think that Dad was going to kill me... punishment gone too far... when, just at that moment, I felt his warm, strong hand push my legs apart. The next thing I felt was his long, hot tongue on my clit, sucking hard and licking around it in circles. He slipped his hands beneath my burning bottom and lifted me to his face. His tongue slipped into my now very wet pussie and started licking and sucking me like mad as he finger fucked me at the same time.

My tits experienced a strange, new, exquisitely sensual feeling. The pins and rope no longer hurt... hurt had been replaced by an animalistic, sexual desire! I groaned and moaned as Dad continued his invasion. He was driving me over the edge. My breasts were swelling and tingling more as I wanted Dad more. 

Dad pulled back and laughed at me: "Think I'm going to let you cum Sharlann? Wrong! This is PUNISHMENT!" With that Dad moved to the head of the bed, removed my panties from my mouth, and SHOVED his DOWN MY THROAT! He proceeded to ram his cock in and out of my lips until he moaned and I tasted salty globs of his cum. When he had shot his last drop, Dad pulled away from me, leaned against the headboard and laughed... a loud, ugly, nasty, evil laugh.

"We're taking the car back tonight, Sharlann. I trust we need no discussion about the matter."

I shook my head "yes" and continued to suffer from my dramatically increasing need for sexual release. I wanted to cum so badly. My cunt was throbbing inside as I felt Dad removing the small needles from my breasts. Next he removed the two large needles and lovingly sucked each nipple until they stopped bleeding. Then he unwound the rope and let my suffering tits free of bondage. He released my legs and feet and sat there stroking his growing hard cock.

"Dad, we'll take the car back. I'll never steal again. I'll never do something so rash without permission... ever again... except, well, for THIS..."

With that I pounced on Dad, straddling him and ramming his cock deep inside me. We began moving against each other like machines, ramming and ramming each other. Not seeming to get enough! Craving more and more! This continued what seemed an eternity... we were both out of breath... we were covered with sweat... we smelled of sex... and lust... Dad came out of his evil trance... He reached up and sucked hard on my nipples. I pinched and rolled his... we were WILD and building up to an earth shattering climax.

When we came it was an explosion of lust and passion... it was deafening... it simply defied description... we could scarcely catch out breaths...

At the same moment, we looked into each others eyes with a new recognition... THIS was UNIMAGINABLE PASSION... THIS was BEYOND fucking... THIS was PAINFULLY, FULLY, DEEPLY, the MOST STIMULATING SEX we'd ever experienced... 

THIS was to be repeated... and... next time... it was MY turn...



Sharmila: A Very Exciting Woman



I met her for the first time at a Jewelers shop. Her expensive buying, her orthodox dress and most importantly her looks caught my attention. Her skin colour is something one has to see to believe. It’s something between Ivory and Gold, with tinges of pink. She is quite tall (5’ 8”), on the heavy side but quite well proportioned - 36c- 32- 40, I guess. 

As we both waited for a fairly long time for our orders to get ready, she started talking to me. Soon we became friendly and she invited me to her house. She told me that she lives in a large house and feels lonely, as she has no children. She insisted that I come to her house in the morning and spend the whole day with her. While I agreed to let her know a date later, she rang me up after a couple of days. At her insistence I agreed to visit her the next day. She asked me again to come in the morning, even before my bath and spend the whole day to see how she spends her day.



I reached her place around 11.00 in the morning. She greeted me with delight and showed her impatience by telling me that I was rather late. She looked very pretty as she was wearing a gorgeous white Tangail sari (worn in traditional Bengali style i.e. with the pallu going the other way round i.e. from right at the bottom to left at the top) and a red blouse. Her sari was tied rather low exposing a large part of her very fair belly with a sexy curve and her deepset belly button. She was wearing a lot of jewellery at that hour.

She lives in a very large house built in Zamindari style with a large separate self- contained floor all to herself and her husband. The main building had a hall with 100 pillars! As she showed me around the house, I felt as if I was in the Nineteenth century. 

After we settled down in her lounge and talked for some time, she told me that though it’s a taboo in the family she enjoys drinking but only when in good company and asked me if I wanted some beer. As I agreed a maid served us beer in lovely Italian glasses. I noticed that the maid was not wearing any blouse. As I could see her legs through her sari she was probably without petticoat also. 

Sharmila told me that I should change into something more comfortable and asked the maid to bring a dressing gown. She asked the maid to take me to the dressing room and get me to change my dress. In the dressing room (which was quite large with mirrors of different size), the maid took off my sari and then my blouse. After that she unhesitatingly took off my bra. I was more surprised when she untied my petticoat string. As I had no panty, within minutes I was naked in presence of this unknown woman. 

As I was going to pick up the dressing gown to cover my nakedness, she stopped me and brought a wet towel. She wiped my body with the towel, which was ice cold and had a nice cologne smell. As she pressed the towel all over my body I felt nice and refreshed. She took a traditional perfume bottle and poured cologne generously on her palm. She dabbed cologne in my armpits, navel, cleavage, in the thigh joints and finally on my nipples with her fingers. I was spell bound to see how this woman did all this without any hesitation. 

Finally she made me put on the gown. It was a silk robe and was sleeveless & very short (up to my mid-thigh). It was very comfortable. The maid said that there are many more like this but her mistress never uses them. Only when the master (her husband) has lady guests in the outhouse these are used. I realised that in this nineteenth century house the life was also running the tradition of that century.

As I came back to the lounge I found Sharmila had already finished one bottle and the second was almost finished. She was inclined in a couch and there were drops of sweat on her face. There was another maid standing beside her. Seeing me Sharmila sat up and told the maid, “ It’s warm, I need to take some of my clothes off”. As the maid took off her blouse and then the bra, I watched her with greedy eyes. 

While the blouse was taken off the sari pallu dropped off exposing a lacy black bra which looked gorgeous on her fair skin. Her cleavage was beautiful with a few drops of sweat shining. I noticed that her body had quite a bit of hair with golden / light brown shade. Her armpit was totally unshaved and the hair was so thick that it looked very dark. I had a feast for my eyes, as she did not put the pallu back even as the maid took off the bra. Her breasts were something to look at. They were well shaped, aureoles were golden brown and the pink nipples were amazingly large – like my index finger in width and nearly half an inch long.

At this stage she stood up and loosened the knot of the sari. I was waiting with bated breath to see her undressing fully. But she did not take off the sari. Instead, she untied her petticoat and dropped it on the floor. She fixed her sari knot further lower and I noticed light golden brown hair in the region above the sari border and below her belly button. It looked like extension of her pubic hair. 

After she tied the sari properly the maid brought a cold towel and wiped her body. The maid pressed her back with the towel first. Then she pressed the towel on her breasts and belly. In the process the sari moved further down and now the top line of her pubic hair was visible. The maid knelt down and Sharmila stood up to allow the maid to place the towel under the sari on her thighs and buttocks. At the end, she dabbed cologne in the same way she did for me. 

With nothing but the sari and jewellery on her beautiful body she looked very sexy and I could feel my juice flowing. As she eased out her body on the couch and sipped her beer (she was already having the third bottle), she asked me if I smoked. I told her that I gave up that habit many years back, but still enjoy smoking when I drink. She confessed that she also smokes stealthily when she drinks and asked the maid to bring cigarettes. She brought a silver tray with a golden cigarette case and a stone studded lighter. The maid put cigarettes in our lips and lighted them.

As we smoked and drank beer, Sharmila told me about her life. She said her hubby indulged a lot in other women and makes love to her only two / three times in a month. She is only thirty-two and is hungry all the time. She used to masturbate but did not enjoy much. A sister introduced her to womanly sex for the first time. She now brings in lady guests and sometimes, young boys. She enjoys both men and women. She said her maids knew all her secrets. Though they handled her naked body a lot she never used them for sex. She thus made the purpose of her invitation very clear.

I was delighted but did not know how to indicate my willingness for sex with her. I asked her how did she find out if a new lady guest was interested in sex. She said she always asks a lady guest to take bath with her. Since at the time of bath she and the maids are fully naked it’s not very difficult to find out. I smiled at her and asked her if she would also have bath with me! That made my intentions quite clear and she ordered her maids to make preparation for bath for both of us. Two more joined immediately with trays full of soaps, oil, creams, sandalwood paste, etc. There were a lot of herbs and one maid was wet grinding them into a paste. 

As I entered the bathroom I was surprised to see the huge size. It was much bigger than a standard bedroom; it was almost a hall and had large skylights and a ceiling fan. It had a large bath tub, which could easily accommodate two. There was a large mirror covering one full wall. There was a wash basin and a toilet. A large divan type cot with a mattress was on one side. There were a few bath stools with leather cushion.

Sharmila came close to me and took off my robe. This time I was standing stark naked in presence of as many as five strangers! Sharmila ordered the maids to give me a massage and said that she will have only partial massage today and supervise my massage herself. I told her that I would like to carry on with my drinks and smoke with the massage. So, I would like to have the massage at my back in standing or sitting position. Sharmila nodded approval and one maid brought another glass of beer and lighted a cigarette for me. Sharmila also took another glass. 

The maids then took off their saris. None of them wore blouse or petticoat. I watched these naked women closely –



The youngest one (Maya) was in her early twenties, was short & fat – 38b-34-38. She had a hairless body, absolutely clean armpit and almost no pubic hair. She had a lot of stretch marks on her belly.



Pushpa was in her late twenties or early thirties. She was slim & sexy, 34b(straight & firm)-26-38. She had dense armpit hair and bushy pubic hair but no hair elsewhere. Her dark skin was blemish free and smooth. The boobs were something worth looking at; she had large chocolate coloured cylindrical nipples and a nice navel. I thought I would love to have sex with her.

Kajol was about 35, very dark, 36d- 30-36. Had a small thatch on her pussy but no hair in armpit or anywhere else.

Aroti was the one who had changed me into a gown. She was aged, about 50. She was fair, slim, 34b(soft & pear shaped with squarish nipples)-30-36 and was quite hairy. She had streaks of grey hair on her head. Her armpit was very bushy and her pubic triangle was thick with streaks of grey It was very large, extending to her thighs as well as her lower tummy. Even this one, I thought, was excellent for sex.

After undressing herself, Aroti undressed her mistress, who stood in front of the huge mirror. Wow! What a beauty she was. She did not move from the mirror for quite some time and looked narcissistically at herself. As she was facing the mirror, I had the advantage of seeing both her back and front together. Her conical breasts were firm in shape but looked very soft. Her back was erect with a canal like shape along her spine. Her narrow waist and heavy hips showed a distinct hour glass shape. 

She did not take her jewellery off even when she was fully naked. The heavy jewellery gave a sort of cover on her nudity, which heightened her sex appeal. She had heavy bangles, armlets, and a necklace extending on her cleavage. The sexiest thing was a waist chain with a stone-studded pendant, which dangled over her brownish/ golden colour thick pubic triangle. She had light golden hair in her arms, legs & thighs and on the top part of her buttocks. Her hair was waist long and Aroti tied it in a bun. After a few minutes, Sharmila came out of her narcissistic spell and turned round to give me a warm smile. 

We sat down on two bath stools and used another for keeping the drinks and the ashtray. Sharmila asked the maids to start the massage. At first, sandal wood paste was put on the face and all over our bodies. No part of the body was left uncovered. We had to stand up from time to time to allow access to all parts of the body. Aroti took particular care to put the paste in the navel, thigh joints, nipples and the parting of the bum cheeks. She saw to it that the paste goes through the armpit hair on the skin and through the pubic hair on the pussy skin. 

Next they brought the paste made from the herbs and lightly put it on the face, arms & legs, thighs & buttocks and the belly. The pastes felt cool on the skin. The pastes remained on our bodies for quite some time. After some time, Aroti touched our bodies to check if the paste had dried up. Then large pieces of silk cloth were brought and after dipping them in water they rubbed off the paste from our bodies. 

Aroti took a large tin of Italian olive oil and started massaging my legs. Pushpa started on my back. Kajol and Maya started massaging Sharmila. I was expecting (out of the habit developed from my masseuse) Pushpa’s body to touch my back, but that did not happen. I found the massage quite hard on my body. After my arms, legs and back was done Sharmila asked me to stand up. The maids knelt down and did my bum and thighs. Pushpa’s soft hands put a lot of pressure on my buttocks.

I was asked to lie down on the divan on which a large oilcloth was placed. As I lied on my back, Pushpa folded my legs and spread them apart. She came on to the divan and knelt down between my legs. Pushpa started rubbing oil on my belly and Aroti rubbed oil in my armpits. 

Sharmila discontinued her massage and disposed off Kajol and Maya. As they picked up their clothes, they were asked to go home and come back in the evening. Sharmila stood by the side of the divan and watched me. As Pushpa generously poured oil in my belly button and moved her finger in it, I felt nice. Aroti played with my armpit hair and massaged oil on the skin through the hair. As Pushpa moved on to the thigh joints Aroti moved on to the breasts. 

As Aroti started pressing my breasts I started feeling horny. As she rubbed my nipples my pleasure heightened. By that time, Pushpa put her hands below my hips and oiled my crack. At this stage, I was horny like mad and was dying for direct sex. My impatience showed as my body was getting restless. 

As I knew that the maids would not get into sex like my masseuse I asked Sharmila, who was sipping her beer and was quite drunk by that time, if she would only supervise or would like to give me a massage herself. As if she was waiting for this opportunity, she told the maids to go, finish their bath and wait in the dressing room. Pushpa immediately got up and left. As she was leaving I felt like touching her firm breasts and hairy pussy. But thought better of it. Aroti arranged towels & things and then left.

    I invited Sharmila with open arms and she immediately came close to me and put her lips (wet & moist) on mine. As we kissed, she came over to the divan and our bodies were in a tight hug. As her breasts and pubic bush were pressed on me fire burnt inside me. From my lips she slipped down to my breasts. As she sucked my nipples, her hands squeezed my breasts from the sides. She moved sideways and moved her tongue in my armpit hair. She slid further down and whirled her tongue in my belly button. I was ecstatic and cupped her breasts in my hands and pressed them hard. She lied on top of me and moved her breasts all over my body. 

Later, she started brushing my body with her bush. She made me turn over & lie on my belly, placed her mouth in the crack and her body was on my back, her pubic bush on my neck. She parted my buttock cheeks and put her tongue in. I could feel her moist tongue well inside my ass hole. As she moved her tongue I shook my hips in pleasure; I was almost in climax. 

She turned me over again and placed me with the lower part of my body dangling outside the divan. She spread my thighs apart, knelt on the floor between my legs and put her mouth in my pussy. My clit was swollen and hard. She played with the clit with her tongue and suddenly put her finger deep inside my anus. With that I climaxed like a volcano!

As I recovered from the climax, I saw Sharmila standing in front of the mirror admiring her beauty and the tub was getting filled with water. I noticed that the waist chain had the pendant hanging on her buttocks and the necklace was also turned on her back. She had turned them to avoid hurting me. I got up and walked up to her and stood behind her. I hugged her from behind and we got entangled in a long kiss. As we kissed we got into the tub. 

She turned off the tap and turned on the shower. We continued with the kiss as we stood under the cool shower. I explored her body – felt her armpits, breasts & nipples, buttocks & the crack, belly button and her pussy through the bush. Turning off the shower, we soaped each other. As we rinsed the soap with hand shower I did my pet thing. I parted her pussy lips and sprayed water in her pussy. She cried in joy. 

At this stage I kissed her in her neck and ears. I started sucking & licking her all over – armpits, breasts & nipples, belly button, and finally I moved on to her asshole. As I whirled my tongue in her anus, I put my fingers in her pussy and moved them fast. In seconds she came with a scream. She lied in the tub for a while and slowly recovered. 

She walked to the door and called Aroti and Pushpa. The maids, who were back after their bath but still naked, came in. They dried us with towels. Pushpa dried my hair with a hair drier. As I felt damp in the bush I asked Pushpa to use the drier there. The warm air felt nice. Aroti smiled and did the same on Sharmila. The maids rubbed moisturiser all over our bodies and sprayed perfume. We came out of the bathroom tingling fresh, still without any clothes. 

After that hectic round of sex our drunkenness was partly gone. Sharmila asked me if I would like to have lunch. Knowing that the lunch would be heavy I wanted to delay. As I told her so, Sharmila asked Aroti to go to the kitchen and make preparation so that lunch is ready in half an hour. As Aroti left, we went into the bedroom, which was large and had a huge four poster bed. As the AC was on it felt cool and nice. Pushpa came in with us and stood in attendance. Sharmila said she was tired and lied down in bed. I also climbed up on the bed.. Within minutes Sharmila fell asleep. Pushpa had nothing to do and moved around. 

As she was standing in front of a full-length mirror, I watched her youthful sexy body in the mirror. She looked rather attractive both from front and back. As she raised her hands to set her hair she looked really sexy. As she turned a little I could see her breasts from the side; they were very straight and she looked like a sculpture. Her dense and soft armpit hair appealed to me a lot and I started feeling horny. Her nipples were cylindrical and good in size. While watching her nipples I felt they were showing signs of ‘hard on’.

As Sharmila was fast asleep I thought of giving this sexy maid a try. I asked her to put some cream on my body. She started on my belly and played her fingers in my belly button. Her hands slowly moved up to my breasts and softly moved around my nipples. She also moved her hands downwards and went up to my pubic hairline and then came back. I casually held her and off & on touched her armpit hair 

To encourage her to be active, I took a little cream on my fingers and put them on her nipples and said, “ Do like this “. She promptly took the hint and started on my nipples. I did not remove my fingers from her nipples, which were quite erect. As her hand was moving very fast on my breasts and nipples, I felt very horny and in an impulse drew her close. I kissed her soft lips and our tongues played hard with each other. I drew her head on my breasts, and she moved her face over it.

She brought a cloth and wiped my nipples clean of cream. She sucked my nipples real nice. I sat up and spreading my legs put her head between my legs. As she sucked my pussy, I pulled her up on to the bed. I placed my hands in her armpit and played with her real thick hair. I moved my hands on her breasts, which were firm and nice. I twisted her nipples, which grew bigger between my fingers. I took my hands lower and felt her smooth belly and the deep belly button. 

I moved my hands further down and felt her pussy hair. Gradually I reached her pussy lips and felt the moistness. Slowly I inserted my fingers and reached her clit, which was swollen. She was still at my pussy and I was feeling the current of passion flowing through my body. She was moving her tongue faster and I kept pace with my fingers. By this time both of us were jerking our hips, as we were cumming. I used the fingers of my other hand to part her crack and inserted my finger. With that we both came together. 

We both collapsed on each other’s body, she between my legs and I on her back. As we recovered, Pushpa hugged me and gave me a kiss. I was afraid that with the movement created by us Sharmila may wake up. But was relieved to see that she was still asleep. Pushpa got down from the bed, came back with a wash cloth and cleaned me up. As she was lighting a cigarette for me, she whispered in my ears to say that I must not tell her mistress about this. In reply I gave her a reassuring pat on her breasts. 




Sharmila: A Very Exciting Woman



At this time there was a light knock at the door. It was Aroti inquiring if we would go for lunch. As she found Sharmila still asleep, she came close to me. She chatted with me in whispers and affectionately moved her hands over my belly. From her touch I could swear that she was a little horny, but she kept herself restrained. I watched her closely. But for her partly grey hair, she looked late thirties. The softness of her body, abundance of body hair and the streaks of grey in her large pubic bush were very appealing. 

Despite hectic rounds of sex that I had I was feeling aroused again. I touched her breasts, and played my fingers in her armpit and pubic bush. At this stage, Sharmila’s body stirred and we promptly removed our hands. Sharmila woke up and said we should go for lunch. She said she was not feeling like wearing a sari (and that’s the only dress she wears) and if I don’t mind she would remain without clothes. I said I have no problem and also would avoid wearing any thing. 

We went down to the dining room, which was air-conditioned. A very elaborate meal was served in silver crockery. I again felt rather strange, as two fully naked women were serving two other fully naked women. After lunch we retired in the bedroom again and within minutes I was asleep. 

I woke up as I found my self in embrace with Sharmila. Sleep had re-charged my battery and I climbed on top of her and rested my head on her breasts. With that another round of licking & sucking started and soon we were in 69 position. This time both of us were a little slow but came together. After that we had tea and chatted for a while. 

I asked her how frequently she manages to get guests. In reply she said she was rather unhappy with the frequency, may be about one in a week. I told her about my masseuse whom I can use at my convenience any number of times for sex. She asked me if I could let her use my masseuse. I told her that my masseuse would not be in a position to attend her regularly. I asked her why doesn’t she use her maids. She said she was not sure if they would be interested. I told her I could bet my bottom dollar that both Aroti and Pushpa were horny with me today. I did not go in for them ‘cause she said she never uses them for regular sex (I lied). She was totally surprised and I suggested that if she wants I would initiate both of them today itself. She said she would be very delighted if I do so. I told her just to watch me and do as I suggest. 

We decided to move on to the terrace. 

We went to the dressing room and Sharmila asked Aroti to dress her up. By that time, both the maids were wearing sari and even blouse & petticoat. I gathered that Sharmila either dresses up fully in a sari or remains in the nude. Actually she sleeps in the nude, both at night & in the afternoon and rest of the time is in a formal sari. She all the time wears her heavy ornaments. I objected to her going through the elaborate process of dressing up in a sari and insisted that she wear something casual. I also asked her to take off all her ornaments.

I asked Aroti to show me the stock of gowns and nighties, which were not used at all. I finally chose two, one full-length Japanese kimono and one very short semi-transparent sleeveless nightgown with a low-cut neck. I asked Aroti to decide which one would look better on her mistress. I knew that her vote would go for the sexy nightgown but noticed the she was a little hesitant. To make things easier, I pointed to the nighty and said that is more comfortable and Aroti said that her pretty mistress would look very nice in that winked at Sharmila and she winked back.

As I was going to put on the kimono, Pushpa stopped me and took out another nightgown. This one was also very short and see-through type. Aroti and Pushpa made us put on those sexy nightgowns. Sharmila was looking a different person in that short sexy dress with no ornaments and without any make-up too. 

As we moved to the terrace I was impressed to see that a large part of it was covered with well-manicured grass. I felt so delighted in the beautiful environment that I started running on the grass. I invited all of them to join me and we had a good running competition. After we got tired we rested on the grass. I lied down on the cool grass and it felt wonderful. Sharmila also followed me and we started rolling on the grass. When we stopped small pieces of grass were all over our body and hair. 

I told Sharmila that we need a good wash and noticed a hose pipe tied to a water tap. Without giving her a chance to reply I turned on the tap in full and water started gushing out of the pipe. I took the pipe in my hands and threw water all over her. She screamed in joy, stood up and took off her nightie. She ran all around and I chased her with the pipe. After a while she asked me to stop and coming close to me snatched the pipe from me. She sprayed water on me and I pulled off my nightie. I circled my body standing at one point and enjoyed the strong spray of water.

I clapped at the maids and asked them to join us. As they were hesitating I asked Sharmila to stop for a while. I went to the maids and started undressing Aroti. She did not resist and started undressing herself. In seconds her beautiful hairy body was fully exposed. Sharmila came over and undressed Pushpa. I first attacked Pushpa with the pipe and she danced in joy. I asked her to raise her hand and sprayed water in her armpit. I aimed the pipe at her boobs, buttocks and then to her groin. She was all the time howling & screaming and her enjoyment was visible. 

After some time, I handed over the pipe to Sharmila and she attacked Aroti. While Sharmila was gunning Aroti, I hugged Pushpa and kissed her cheeks. Then I held Puspa’s hands and we danced in circles. In a little while Sharmila and Aroti joined us in dancing. It was great fun and for some time we four had gone back to our child hood. 

After a while I noticed there was a small open cement tank at one end of the terrace. I walked down and found that it was sort of a shallow small pool, built probably for gardening purpose. It was about 10 feet by 10 feet and about 3-4 feet deep. It was full of water and was very inviting. I called all of them over and got down in the water. They all joined me and we sat down on the floor and chatted. 

Being surrounded by three naked women, all beautiful in their own way, I was feeling horny. I was particularly keen to try Aroti. I said I felt like relaxing on someone’s lap. As Aroti was squatting on the floor with her legs stretched out, she invited me with her arms open. I went over to her and placed my hips on her lap. As I settled my body on her she held me with her arms. I rested my head on her shoulder and she placed her arms on my belly. I could feel her wet bush under my bum almost in my crack. It felt so soft and nice. I rested my back on her breasts and her nipples pressed my back. I asked Aroti if my body weight was too much for her. She said she was feeling very pleasant. I told Sharmila that it was a delightful thing for both of us and she could try this out with Pushpa. 

Hearing this Pushpa crawled over to Sharmila and offered to take her on her lap. Sharmila refused and in stead forced Pushpa to sit on her lap. To make things going, I took Aroti’s hands and placing them on my breasts, I asked her to massage me. With that signal Aroti’s hands became active and she nicely pressed my breasts, played with my nipples, tickled my armpits and navel. Sharmila watched us and slowly started playing with Puspa’s breasts. I was feeling happy to have made a beginning towards fulfilling my promise to Sharmila. After a while, we were all feeling a little cold and came out of the tank.

As we dried ourselves, we felt very refreshed. Sharmila’s hair had to be dried with a hair drier. I used that to dry my bush, which was very damp. I used that on Sharmila’s bush also. Then I called both maids to me and treated their pubic bush and armpits with hot air. They felt a little shy but enjoyed. After that we two put on two silk robes. The maids also dressed up in their saris. We settled down in a large air-conditioned room with a cellar and a fridge.

Sharmila asked me what would I like to drink. I went up to the cellar to choose my drink. It was a huge thing and offered unlimited choice. I chose my favourite Glen Fiddich and had it on the rocks. Sharmila had Black Label with Soda. As we enjoyed our drink, I asked Sharmila if she offered drinks to her maids. She said she did once in a while. I suggested that to fulfil our mission, getting the maids drunk would be a good idea. As she nodded, I told the maids that I would like them to have a drink with us. They protested under modesty, but I could see that they were quite willing. 

When I asked them their choice they said they had whatever their mistress offered. Sharmila said she usually gives them Rum & Cola, as they liked the sweet taste. I told them I would make a nice drink for them. I made them a drink with Bacardi, lime juice and a bit of Cola. I got them to crush ice and added a lot of it. I told them I have shown them how to make the drink and next round they should make it themselves. I was delighted that they liked the taste of the drink and both of them gulped down pretty fast. Sharmila was also a fast drinker and she liked her whisky strong. By the time I took my second small, she was almost finishing her third large. The maids were also almost through with their second – mind you I gave them a large measure. 

I felt that the women were rightly poised for an enjoyable evening. I asked the maids about their husbands. Both of them told me that their husbands were drunkards and did not earn. I asked them since they spend all their time with their mistress and sometimes even stay overnight whether they miss their families. Aroti had one daughter, who was married. Pushpa did not have any children. Both of them did not miss their husbands at all. I told them that all women, particularly a young one like Pushpa, had the need of men. How can they ignore that need? They understood my question and I could see that they were hesitant to reply. 

Sharmila came in their help and told them that there was no need to feel shy to me. Aroti said that she had relationship with another man and used to meet him 2/3 times a week when she was young. Their relationship is still there but she hardly finds time to meet him. 

I was sure that everyone was tipsy enough and asked her bluntly, “ When you were young, you slept with the man regularly and liked it? In one night, how many times did you have fun?” 

She nodded with a smile and said, “ Initially, 3-4 times, later on at least twice.” 

“Though you have now grown in age, I can see that your body has not aged much. Having sat on your lap I felt that your body is still young. Don’t you still feel eager to sleep with your man?” I asked her. 

She then came out with the truth, “ Though I have not grown old, my man has and now he can’t make me happy. If he could, I would have taken time off from my mistress, who is very kind to me.” 

This part of her life was probably a secret even to Sharmila and she looked a bit surprised. 

Aroti said, she needs another man but now it’s no longer possible to get a new friend. 

“So, your body is starved all the time?” I asked and she nodded with a sad smile. 

After this, I asked Pushpa about her personal life. She said that she loved a man and managed to spend almost every night with him. She did not stay back unless her mistress had any specific need. At my question, she told me that her mate was very strong and they enjoyed 3-4 times every night. When there was a gap for a couple of days, they even went up to even 5-6 times and almost did not sleep through out the night. I then asked her if the man had a large sword and she proudly showed me the size with her hand. Both Sharmila and I gasped; it was about 9 inches! 

Then Sharmila asked her; “ How come for last about three months you don’t go home at all?” 

“He has been charmed by another woman and is gone”; she was almost in tears. 

I looked at Sharmila, who shook her head as we both realised that these two women had more need for sex than Sharmila had. From tipsy Sharmila’s eyes, I understood that she had a difficult question in mind. “ Can the needs of these two women match hers?” I did know that the answer to the question was yes, but could not tell her that I had already tried them out when she was asleep. So, I decided to do something to break the barrier of hesitation between the maids and the mistress. 

I asked both of them, “When did you sleep with a man last?” 

Aroti said she went to her daughter’s place a month back. One day she was having her bath in the pond. There was no one around. She took off all her clothes and was massaging oil on her body. Suddenly a young man came from no where. She did not know what to do. In stead of trying to cover her she hurriedly went into the pond and covered herself under water. But, in the mean time, the man had a full view of her naked body. As she swam away, she watched that the man was keenly looking at her. He took off his clothes and had only a brief on. He went into the water and threw his brief to the side of the pond. The man swam across to her. As he came close to her she realised that he was a friend of her son. 

He told her, “ Auntie, I never thought you are so young in your body. Now that God has given me this chance, please don’t shy away. Nothing will go wrong if I enjoy your body.” 

She showed mock anger but the young man was persistent. He asked her not to be angry and told her that she can no way escape without letting him see her naked body. And having exposed her beautiful body to him, she can’t let her down by depriving him of this god sent gift. She was also willing in her heart and she allowed him to embrace him tightly. As their body touched it was a wonderful sensation; his large & strong cock nudging her groin, his hairy chest brushing her breasts, and their lips entangled in a deep drawn kiss. 

As they were keeping themselves afloat, he pressed her breasts hard and she held his cock tight. They moved closer to the shore to get their feet on the ground. As they were more stable now he put his mouth in her nipples and sucked hard. She went below water and sucked his cock. As she was having a male body after a very long time and that too of a young one, her pleasure was unlimited. At this stage, he positioned her body, spread her thighs and penetrated her. She was not expecting this and she screamed in joy. As they stroked back and forth the pleasure was heightening. She was so wet that his cock slipped out a number of times interrupting the pleasure. So they got back to the shore.

He then made her lie down under a tree and entered her. He stroked her and at the same time pressed her breasts. She was all the time scared that some body may see them but she enormously enjoyed his action. Soon they both came together. After that they left after drying and dressing up. 

Later on, the young man came a number of times to her daughter’s place and the day she was leaving for Calcutta he found an excuse to escort her. On the way back, she took her to a friend’s place. This chap was a bachelor and they stayed at his place for the night. The host was working in a factory in night shift and they had that small place to themselves for the night. 

“ How many times?” I asked.

“ After two times, I was tired. But after a couple of hour’s sleep, the greedy young man was again on me. After the third round, we slept and early in the morning he forced me again”. 

Sharmila asked her, “ The way you are saying, you were not very willing after the first two. Did you not enjoy the last two?” 

She gave a naughty smile and said, “ Of course, I did. Who wouldn’t, with a such a strong young man?” “ 

What size?” I asked.

Her hand measure showed about 6 inches. By the time Aroti finished, I was dripping wet and I guess, so did others. 

I asked Pushpa about the last occasion when she had sex. Pushpa said that after her lover deserted her she had sex with a new man 2/3 times in a month, the last one being 10 days back. Pushpa said that this man was very young (18 years) and she almost seduced him. He was the son of her aunt. She went to their house to spend a day. Her aunt was a widow and he was his only child. She worked in a nursing home and had night duty that day. As she left, Pushpa felt horny. 

As it was a warm summer night, Pushpa told the boy that she would like to have a bath. There was a well behind their house and the boy took her there. As the boy went back to the house, Pushpa undressed fully and started pouring water. After a while she faked a scream as if she was scared. As the boy asked her what happened, she said there was a jackal and she was scared to be alone. So, could he come there with a lamp? The boy obliged. As he came with the lamp he gasped seeing Pushpa stark naked pouring water on her body. 

Pushpa did not try to cover her body and asked him to soap her back. The boy came close and soaped her back. From his touch Pushpa realised the boy was trembling in excitement and she turned around to let him see her body fully and closely. She asked him to put soap on her breasts, and then on her belly and down below. The boy was too excited but was also scared to attack Pushpa’s body fully. 

Pushpa asked if he would also like to have a bath and without waiting for his consent started taking off his vest. She caressed his chest and then unbuttoned his shorts. When he was only in his brief, Pushpa pulled the waist band and asked him if he was ashamed of taking this off. Again without waiting for his answer, he pulled down the brief and she got the answer in his 7 inches erect manhood. 

After that there were no pretensions and Pushpa aggressively held the boy in embrace – kissed him, licked him, sucked his cock. First time, the boy erupted in her mouth. Pushpa took him in side the house after giving him a nice bath. They lied down in bed and she caressed him and sucked him to make him arouse him. She taught him how to have sex and it was most enjoyable. From then onwards, they clandestinely met 2/3 times a month.  

Having heard them I was sure that they were in a mood to come out with their hidden desire even in presence of Sharmila. 

So, I became more aggressive and said to both of them, “ You two seem to be starving in your bodies for months. Pushpa, you are very young and Aroti, your body is far from getting old. You must be feeling very restless. If you are not having any partner how do you calm down the fire that burns in you? Do you do something on your own?” 

Pushpa very shyly nodded her head. Aroti said she did it but it was not to her liking.

“ Then you are silently suffering. Are you aware that even between two women their can be exchange of pleasure?” I asked them. 

As both of them silently nodded, I asked, “Do you have many occasions to see other women naked? I mean, when you are not working.” 

From their reply it transpired that in that large house, there were about 10 servants and 15 maids. There are separate toilets for men and women. But there is only one large bathing area with no separate cubicles. Men and women have different timing for bath. So, quite a few maids have their bath together and they take their clothes off fully. In the shanties, where they live, they have no bathrooms. They have their bath in an enclosed area with a tube well. Generally, men have their bath early in the morning and leave for work. Later in the day, it’s only women around the tube well and it’s common practice for women to be fully naked. 

I then asked them, “ Please tell me frankly, when you see other women’s body without any clothes, do you get excited?”




Sharmila: A Very Exciting Woman



Both of them said, “ sometimes”. 

“ Have you ever done anything with another woman?” I asked. 

“ Twice with a friend and once with a cousin”, was Pushpa’s reply. 

Aroti said, “ About 5-6 times with my husband’s sister”. 

As these two women were coming out with their secrets, Sharmila was shaking her head with amazement and disbelief in her eyes. 

I then came out with my final bombshell, “ This mistress of yours, is a great beauty. She is a very kind person and is very generous to you two. You also take a lot of care of all her needs. It’s no secret that she is also quite starved. Why don’t you also take care of this need of hers? You two know better than anybody else does that how exceptionally beautiful her body is. Don’t you feel attracted to her when she is without any clothes? Don’t you agree that if you give her the pleasure you will also have a lot of pleasure yourself? 

As I said this, I could see that Sharmila was waiting for their answer with bated breath. From their silence and perplexed look, I realised that they were in a dilemma. They were thinking of what would be Sharmila’s reaction.

I asked Sharmila, “ Won’t you be happy, if these full time companions of yours give you physical enjoyment also?”

Sharmila said to two of them, “ I always felt very shy to ask you this. Now that my friend has come out with this, I hope you two won’t refuse”. 

As she said this, both of them went up to her, hugged her and kissed her on her cheeks. I felt so happy as the barrier was finally broken. 

I started feeling very horny and threw off my robe and said, “it’s no good having clothes on”. 

As Shamila also threw off her clothes, Aroti and Pushpa hurried to undress.

But I stopped them. “You two always undress your mistress. For a change, let’s undress you two.” 

Sharmila started undressing Pushpa and I undressed Aroti. I felt too horny as I saw Aroti’s lovely body and salt & pepper body hair. I told them that I had a masseuse, who gave me a lot of pleasure. I would show them my masseuse’s style of massage. I stood close behind Aroti and massaged her front. I pressed my body on Aroti’s back; my boobs pressed on her back and my bush brushed her bum. I squeezed her breasts, fingered her belly button, twisted her nipples and played with her lovely bush. Gradually, I inserted my fingers in her pussy. It was already very wet and her bush was moist. 

As I was engaged with Aroti, I saw Sharmila kissing Pushpa and fondling her body. Pushpa started massaging Sharmila exactly copying me. Soon, I made Aroti cum with my fingering and a little later Puspa also did the same to Sharmila. 

Then on, massaging went on with partners being changed two times. Such fun went on for a long time.

At this stage, I realised it was 10.30 at night and I should go home. I asked Sharmila, if she could arrange for my transport. Sharmila asked me if it was all right to stay back. But Aroti and Pushpa were absolutely adamant. They would just not let me leave. They said the fun had just began and having inducted them I could not desert them. So, I called up my husband and asked him if he would mind if I stay back for the night at a “friend’s” place. He was as generous as ever and agreed.

So, we started in full swing and we had fun through out the night. All possible combinations and positions that were possible between four women were tried out. It was extremely enjoyable, particularly because of these two lovely maids who turned out to be very experienced and innovative. 



Sharnie's Surrender



Sharnie padded down her drive towards her back gate. The sun shone down and she had a whole afternoon free. O.K. technically she should be in a lecture, but there were a lot better things for an eighteen year old girl to do on a hot spring afternoon than sit in a room listening to maths. So she had decided to skip her lecture and take the afternoon off. After all it was Friday, and the weekend was nearly here. She held her jacket over her arm as she walked feeling into the pocket to pull out her keys. She reached up to the gate, it swung slowly open . 

Sharnie stopped looking at the gate as it swung open. It was supposed to be locked. There was only one reason why it would be open, someone was home. Sharnie silently cursed as she stood looking accusingly at the gate. Her plan for the afternoon was blown. It was not her mom as her car was not in the drive. That left either her Nan or her older brother. Either way she would have to go back to college for the afternoon. With luck she could persuade whoever it was that she had come home to grab something for college. Her nan would be easier to trick than her brother but as long as Sharnie did actually take something back with her even he would have to accept her lie.

With slower steps than before she walked through the gate and along the path to the back door. It was wide open and she quietly walked in to the kitchen. She was listening out to try and figure out who was home. The sounds coming from the sitting room did not help. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the kitchen into the sitting room with her mouth open. Ready to explain to whoever was home why she had come home. She froze staring into the room in shock. The normally pristine room was a shambles. All the cupboards had been opened and their contents scattered on the floor. The sofa cushions were flung across the room. Sharnie glanced around her mouth opening and closing in shock. Then a man walked into the room.

He was taller than Sharnie, and looked like he was somewhere in his twenties. His dark hair was stuffed under a battered looking baseball cap. He was holding one of her moms favourite vases. He glanced up and stopped as he saw Sharnie. Slowly he smiled, Sharnie felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. Dropping the vase he dived towards her. Sharnie did not run from him for some reason . Instead she watched as the vase slowly fell to the floor and shattered. Only then did she react but too late. The man grabbed her and dragged her into the room. She struggled against his grip but could do nothing to free herself.

"Get off me," She snapped. "What are you doing in my house?" The man ignored her as he pushed her down onto the sofa cushions.

"Hey get down here. I've found something," He shouted. Sharnie heard a noise upstairs. Seconds later footsteps pounded down the stairs. A second man entered the room. He was black, his skin almost ebony black. He was bigger than the first man, both in height and build. He glared at her when he saw her.

"What the fuck is she doing here?" He snarled to his companion, who shrugged.

"At a guess I'd say she's skiving off. Am I right?" The white man said glancing down at Sharnie. She did not answer but felt herself blushing. "I guess so," The man added with a knowing smile.

"That's great, you said we'd have the whole fucking house to ourselves all afternoon." His friend said.

"We should have but I guess blondie here wanted the afternoon off."

"So now what are we going to do?" Both of them stared at Sharnie who felt very nervous. "We can't fucking empty the place with her here."

"Why not?" His friend asked. "In fact we've got plenty of time." He dragged Sharnie up to her feet and looked her up and down. She suddenly wished she had put on less revealing clothes that morning. Her thin white blouse and short black skirt showed off too much of her slender figure.

"What do you mean?" His friend asked.

"It's about one, one thirty. Apart from her the house'll be empty until three."

"And?"

"It'll take us what, ten minutes to pack up?" The black man nodded slowly obviously grasping what his friends' meaning. "That gives us over an hour to have a little fun." Again they both looked at Sharnie but this time there was a more appraising manner to their gaze. Sharnie swallowed and felt how dry her throat had become.

"You sure, she looks a bit young?" The black man said.

"Hey I'm eighteen," Sharnie snapped.

"There you go from her own lips as well." The other man said. Sharnie bit her lip realising she had just put herself in trouble. But it was one of her personal hates when people thought she was younger than she was. Her Nan called her petite but Sharnie just felt she was to small. She was short and thin with small breasts that just filled a B cup bra. She had a small ass and long thin legs. It drove her wild with anger. The worst problem was nothing she did made any difference. It was not like she ate small portions, but no matter what she ate she did not fill out.

"Well if she's eighteen then that's alright." The black guy said now obviously checking her out. Sharnie tugged at the hem of her skirt self consciously, trying to pull it lower. She silently wished she had not left that extra button undone that morning. She could feel his gaze as he looked down at her small cleavage.

"Thought you might feel that way. I know how much you like fucking white girls." His friend said. Sharnie was shocked by the callous manner in which they were talking. She knew they were discussing fucking her against her will. But they did nothing to hide their comments or intentions from her.

"You telling me you wouldn't fuck her if you could?" The black guy said.

"Nope, I would and cos I can I will." Sharnie stood between them feeling a surprising mix of emotions. She was angry that they had broken into her house and wrecked it, and that they seemed not to care how she felt about what they were saying. She was scared, terrified by the concept of these two forcing themselves on her. But most surprising was the excited thrill that ran down her spine at the idea. To herself she had to admit that if either guy had shown her any attention at a nightclub she would have jumped at him. Both were good looking guys. But this was not a club, and they were planning to force themselves on her. 

"Now Sharnie, I bet you've figured out what me and my friend intend to do with you by now." Sharnie nodded slowly. "You've got two choices. First you can be a good girl and not fight and we won't have to force you. Or you can be a bad girl and fight. We are going to fuck you but it's up to you how much we hurt you." Sharnie stared at him her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. She could not believe the way he was simply telling her what was going to happen. But when it came down to it he was right. She knew there was no way she could stop them if they decided to force her. If she let them have her while it would still be bad. They would at least not be so hard on her. He was watching her, obviously waiting for her answer. She swallowed hard and tried to speak, but could not get any words past the lump of fear in her throat.

As if he took her silence as permission he reached up and slowly began to undo her blouse. Sharnie stood still shaking slightly as he undid the buttons and slid open her blouse. He glanced down at her small breasts and smiled then reached up to cup them squeezing them hard with his hands. His fingers gripped her breasts tightly.

"Nice little breasts," He told her.

"I don't care about her breasts. I want to find out what her cunt feels like." His friend said and Sharnie felt his hand sliding up her leg under her skirt. She shivered as she felt him pushing his fingers into her panties and rubbing at her. She gave a soft gasp as he pushed a finger deep into her. He slid his finger up and down twisting it slightly as he did. "Feels nice and tight," He told her.

"I bet her mouth is good as well," The white guy said.

"Only one way to find out," The black guy said pulling his finger out of her. Sharnie bit her lip to hold in a hiss as his finger slid out of her. She was glad he had pulled his finger out. Not because it felt bad but because it had felt so good. She was scared he might feel how much her body had reacted. She could feel how wet she had become just from that short touch. She was shocked by how her body was reacting. It had enjoyed them fondling. The feel of their hands on her breasts and inside her had sent a thrill of pleasure through her body. She should have been disgusted or horrified, and to an extent she was, but more than that she had been aroused by their touch.

The white guy grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. As she watched he undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was already hard and Sharnie felt almost happy that he was being turned on by her like he was. He reached forwards and pulled her head towards him. She felt his cock rubbing against her lips, it felt hard and warm.

"Suck my cock girl," He told her. She looked up at him and was about to say no when she saw the look in his eyes. Something at the back of his eyes stopped her, a implied threat of what would happen if she did not do what he wanted. She could see the imminent violence held in his gaze. She took a deep breath then opened her lips and let his cock slide in between her lips. He gave a soft moan as she lowered her mouth down his cock sucking softly on it.

"Hmm that's it, suck on it girl." He hissed softly holding her head down on his cock. Sharnie slipped her mouth up and down him sucking on him. This was something she knew she could do. It was not the first time she had sucked on a guys cock. She moved her mouth up and down him sucking and licking softly all over his cock. He moaned deeply and she felt his fingers tighten in her hair. Before she could start to really get into her stride she was grabbed and twisted away from him.

"My turn, I want to feel that mouth on my cock." The black guy said. Sharnie saw his cock and gapped in horror, it was massive! She wondered how she was even going to get her lips around it. Let alone how he was going to be able to fuck her with it. He pulled her head towards him and she opened her mouth wide feeling his cock sliding between her lips. He pulled her head down the length of his cock forcing her to take more of him in her mouth than she wanted. She gagged on him feeling his cock filling her mouth, how long and thick it was. She had to open her mouth wide to get her lips around it. She sucked on him without thinking about it still more worried about how she was going to fit his cock inside her.

"That's a good girl, suck that cock." He hissed to her as she sucked on him sliding her lips up and down his cock. He kept pushing her head down forcing his cock deep into her throat. It made Sharnie even more worried about him fucking her. If he was like this when she was just sucking on his cock how hard would he be when he did fuck her. It was then she realised that she had accepted they were both going to fuck her. They were going to take it in turns to rape her and she was simply letting them. She should have been trying to fight, instead she was surrendering herself to them. She was not that experienced with sex. When the two guys did fuck her it would only be the second time anyone had ever fucked her. She could not understand why she was surrendering herself so easily to them.

"I want to fuck her cunt." The white guy suddenly said, his friend released Sharnie and stepped back.

"Go for it then," he said. The white guy grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.

"I've got a great idea, let's fuck this little slut in her own bed." His friend nodded with a twisted smile. "Well Sharnie show us which is your room then." The white guy pushed her towards the stairs as he spoke. Sharnie led them upstairs her mind whirling in panic and bewilderment. She was still not fighting them when she knew she should be. It made no sense and yet she calmly guided the two men into her room. The guy holding her pushed her down onto her bed and stood looking down at her.

"God that's a nice sight. A sexy blonde slut waiting to be fucked." Sharnie stared up at him taking in what he was saying, was she a slut? She could be as she was not resisting them but instead helping them to take her. Did that make her a slut? The man reached down and grabbed her panties pulling them up off her then he undid his jeans and pushed them down. He climbed onto the bed on top of her, his weight pushing her back down. She could feel him trying to get between her legs. For a second she panicked and tried to close her legs to stop him. He grabbed her by the neck his fingers tight.

"You've been a good girl till now, don't spoil it. I'd prefer not to have to hurt you." Sharnie could feel herself shivering in response but she forced herself to relax as he moved her legs apart. She could feel his cock rubbing down her thigh as he slipped between her legs. Then she felt the head of his cock pushing into her. He thrust up hard into her forcing his cock deep inside her.

"Oh god," Sharnie hissed.

"Fuck yes," he gasped. He thrust into her again and then again. She could feel how hard he was inside her, could feel her body opening for him. She gasped softly at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out. 

"How's she feel?" The black guy said.

"Hot and tight, definitely worth fucking." His friend replied as he fucked her. Sharnie lay still beneath him as he began to thrust in and out hard. She felt his hands pawing at her breasts and his breath on the side of her neck. He was grunting with each thrust into her. She opened her eyes and could see herself in her dressing table mirror. She lay on the bed, her top open. With the guy on top of her, fucking her hard. What shocked her the most was the look on her face, she had not realised that she was actually enjoying it until then. She was being aroused by being taken like this. God I am a slut, she thought. She glanced at her reflection again and remembered where she had seen images like it before. In her older brothers porn magazines. She looked just like the girls in there, letting the guys do what they want to them and enjoying it.

The guy's breathing was coming in sharp gasps by now, his breath hot on her neck. She could feel how wet she was getting from having his cock sliding in and out of her. She gasped softly each time he thrust into her. She suddenly realised she was rocking slightly towards him with each thrust. 

He had pushed her bra up off her breast and his fingers dug into their flesh. She could feel his thrusts as they got wilder and harder and his grunting grew louder.

"God I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your cunt." Sharnie gasped and felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. He was not wearing a condom.

"Please no, don't cum in me." She begged in a desperate whisper.

"You're going to have my cum in you girl, just like the slut you are. I'm going to fill your cunt with my cum." Sharnie shook her head.

"No I might get pregnant." She gasped trying to persuade him to stop.

"Get the pill," He snarled back. She suddenly felt his body tense up and knew almost instinctively he was close to cumming . She should push him off her now, stop him from cumming inside her. But she did nothing. Instead she lay still as he continued to thrust into her until with one hard thrust he came.

"Yess oh fuck yes," He grunted as his cum pumped inside her. Sharnie gasped at the feel, something she had never felt before. This was the first time she had ever felt a guy's cum inside her. It felt hot and strange, he seemed to fill her cunt up with his cum. As he came his fingers tightened against her breasts digging into them further. It made her gasp sharply.

"You wanted that, you wanted my cum in you didn't you." He hissed to her once he had cum inside her. Sharnie did not respond. "Thought so, just like the little slut I knew you were." He told her as he climbed off her. She lay still waiting for the black guy to climb onto her. She thought about what had just happened, the guy was right. Only a slut would have let him take her like that against her will, and let him cum inside her without a fight. She was being a slut, acting just the way they said she was. For a second she fought not to cry at the realisation of what she was doing, who she was letting herself be. 

Then the black guy grabbed her arm and pulled her up. He quickly yanked her blouse and bra off. Then pushed her across the room towards her dressing table. Bending her over he pushed her face into the mirror. She felt him lifting her skirt. Then felt his cock rubbing between her legs. He felt so hard and so warm against her thigh. She closed her eyes waiting for him to enter her. His fingers wrapped around her hips. She felt him pushing his cock against her. With a sharp thrust he rammed into her. 

"Uhh," Sharnie grunted as his cock entered her. She felt him stretching her wide, filling her totally. He was so hard and thick inside her she could not believe that she was taking all of him.

"Yes girl, take that cock inside that little cunt." He hissed as he began to thrust in and out. Sharnie gasped and grunted feeling him entering her. His thrusts pressed her face against the mirror which felt cold against her cheek. She felt his cock entering her, opening her cunt hard. She grunted deeply shocked by how good he felt inside her. Again she was acting like a slut, enjoying him as he forced himself on her. 

"God your cunt feels so tight." She heard him gasp as he rammed into her. "Do you like the feel of my cock inside your cunt?" She did not reply. "Answer me girl, do you like it?" As he spoke he grabbed her hair pulling her back towards him. She gasped sharply. "Well," he demanded.

"Yes, I like it." Sharnie hissed too scared to lie.

"Just like every slut, you all want a hard thick cock inside your cunt don't you?" Sharnie nodded. "Say it, tell me you want my hard cock in you cunt."

"Yes I want it, I want your hard cock in my cunt."

"That's a good little girl." He hissed then rammed his cock hard into her. Sharnie squealed at the feel of his cock ramming into her cunt. She opened her eyes wide and saw him in the mirror. Stood behind her ramming into her. He had one hand in her hair pulling back on her head while the other gripped her thigh. She could see her mouth open as she gasped and moaned with each hard thrust into her cunt. Her eyes were wide and she could see the lust in them as she felt him thrusting in and out of her. His cock felt so hard inside her, it stretched her cunt wide with each deep thrust.

"I'm going to fuck your cunt for you little slut until I cum inside you." He snarled at her reflection.

"Oh god," she gasped. She felt his hand moving up from her hip and watched in the mirror as he cupped her one breast and began to kneed at it. His hand dark against her pale skin and her small breasts was totally covered by his fingers. She gasped softly feeling his fingers squeezing her breast, then grunted as he rammed into her again.

"Your cunt feels so hot little slut." He told her as he fucked her hard. Sharnie moaned and grunted as she felt his thrusts growing harder and faster. She was having to stand on her toes he was thrusting into her so hard. Her fingers dug into the side of her dressing table. She could see the sweat on her face and neck and the way her hair flew about with each thrust. His eyes were closed and he was gritting his teeth as he continued to ram his hard cock inside her cunt. He moved both hands down to grip her breasts and she could feel his fingers tightening against her chest. She knew he was close to cumming but did not care. The feel of his hard cock inside her was too good. She was now totally the little slut they said she was, and at that moment she did not care.




Sharnie's Surrender



"OH god," He hissed then gave a sharp grunt as he came. 

"Uhh fuck," Sharnie gasped as he thrust up hard into her lifting her almost off her feet. His cum pumped inside her, hot and thick. She felt his fingers digging into her breasts, his hands dark against her chest. He shuddered and groaned deeply as he came then gave a soft hiss as he relaxed and pulled away from her. His sudden release of her made her sag and she sank to her knees in front of the table.

"God she fucks just like a slut." The black guy said as he staggered back.

"Yep, now I want to know if she swallows like one." His friend said grabbing her by the hair and pulling her towards him. "Suck on my cock Sharnie, I want to cum in your mouth." Sharnie shivered softly as she felt his cock pushing against her lips. She had never let a man cum in her mouth before, it had always seems so slut like to do it. Now she being told to do it. She wanted to say no, to not do it. But she knew what would happen, and she had already shown herself to be a slut. She opened her lips then felt his cock slid into her mouth. She lowered her mouth down the length of his cock sucking softly on it. She felt it in her mouth. She began to move her mouth up and down him. Sliding her lips along the length of his cock. She could feel the warmth coming from his cock as her lips ran over it. He moaned softly as she sucked on him.

"How she doing?" His friend asked.

"Sucks like she fucks." He answered.

"Good, I love it when a slut sucks me off. When she's finished with you she can suck my cock." Sharnie felt a second of indignation at the way they were talking about her. Then she remembered that to them it did not matter if she was there or not. She was their slut to do with as they wanted. She could do nothing about it except accepting the situation and doing what they wanted, being their slut.

She started to suck harder on the cock in her mouth, moving her lips up and down it faster. He groaned deeply and she felt his fingers tighten in her blonde hair. Reaching up she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock holding him still so she could suck harder and faster on him. She moved her mouth up and down him rapidly, sucking hard on him. At the same time she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, tickling the vein running along it. He gasped and moaned deeply. Glancing up she saw him watching her as she sucked on him. She moved up and down him as fast as she could all the time sucking deeply on him.

Without warning she felt his cum pump into her mouth. It was hot and stick, rapidly filling her mouth. She gagged on it as she felt it slid down her throat. It tasted vile and felt icky as she swallowed it. He held her head still emptying his cum into her mouth. Sharnie swallowed it all acting like the slut she had become. When he released her mouth she licked her lips to make sure she had caught every last drop. 

Before she had time to recover the black guy grabbed her and pulled her towards him. He pressed the head of his cock against her lips. Sharnie opened her mouth and he pulled her down on him, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. She gagged feeling the head pushing to the back of his throat. He held her still with his cock forced deep into her mouth.

"Suck it slut, I want you to deep throat me." He hissed to her. Sharnie had no idea what he meant by 'deep throat'. She fought against her urge to be sick, and forced herself to suck on him. He moaned softly and pulled her head up off his cock. "That's right you're going to keep doing that until I cum." He told her then pushed her head back down onto his cock.

Sharnie felt his hands on the back of her head forcing her down onto his cock. The head of his cock pushed into the back of her throat. Again she forced herself to suck on him, and ignore her need to be sick. With his fingers wrapped around her head he forced her mouth up and down him. Each time making her take his cock in the back of her throat. She closed her eyes using all her will to relax and allow him to use her like he wanted. She kept reminding herself she was their slut. He kept up a steady speed, pushing her up and down him in a constant cycle. Sharnie sucked hard on him, it was her only option. She knew she needed to make him cum as quickly as she could before she lost control of her gag reflex.

Soon she began to get almost used to the repeated feel of his cock at the back of her throat. It got easier to control her gag reflex and she even began to relax slightly. As if he felt her relax he increased the pressure by thrusting into her mouth as he forced her down onto him, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. Sharnie squealed softly unable to stop herself at the added force. She could feel his cock thrusting upwards into her mouth. The head pressing firmly against her throat, almost being forced down it. He kept up the increased force pulling her head down, and pushing his cock up into her mouth at the same time. Sharnie could barely suck on him. The impacts at the back of her throat forced a small squeal or grunt from deep in her throat. He was grunting as well and she hoped and prayed that he was close to cumming. Suddenly he pulled her off him holding her face a few inches from his cock.

"I'm going to cum, let me see you swallow my cum girl." He snarled to her. "Wank me off and make me cum," he added. Sharnie reached up and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his cock. She could feel how hard he was and the thickness of his cock. She wondered just how she had taken him first inside her cunt and secondly how she had been able to have that cock forced down her throat. She rubbed her hand up and down him, wanking him off hard. He held the base of his cock aiming it at her mouth, moaning as she wanked him off. 

"Yes wank my cock girl, I'm going to cum, oh god here it comes girl." He gasped and Sharnie felt his cock throbbing in her hand. She opened her mouth and he aimed his cum into it. For a second time her mouth was filled with cum, it splashed into her mouth and against the back of her throat.

"That's it swallow that cum girl." He hissed as he pumped his cum into her mouth. Sharnie swallowed and felt the last few drops splash onto her face. Reaching up she wiped them off with her fingers. "Lick them clean," he ordered. She sucked on them licking the cum off them and swallowing it. All the time she could feel his gaze on her watching her avidly.

Hands grabbed her and dragged her to her feet. The white guy pushed her backwards dropping her onto her bed. Sharnie gasped as her shoulders hit the bed. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, until only her shoulders rested on the bed. She felt his cock pressing against her cunt. With a hard thrust he entered her, Sharnie grunted feeling his cock slam deep into her. He began to ram his cock in and out of her. Sharnie gasped and grunted at the sharp feel of his cock as it pierced her cunt repeatedly. He thrust in so hard she felt her young body shuddering at each impact. 

"Oh god," she grunted at the feel of him fucking her so hard. His cock was hard inside her, and it pushed deep into her cunt filling it.

"Take my cock girl, feel it in your cunt." The guy hissed as he slammed into her. His fingers gripped her thighs tightly, digging into the muscles and lifting her feet up of the ground. Sharnie hissed and grunted as he rammed his cock in and out. His thrusts became harder and stronger. She felt him leaning forwards. His hands moved up to cup her breast squeezing them hard. Sharnie was pushed up as he lent forwards her waist arching up. She had to lift her legs up to ease the sharp pressure on her back. Glancing over at the mirror she saw herself laid on the bed her legs in the air with him between her thighs fucking her hard. She was gasping and moaning. Her face glistened with sweat. Her long blonde hair was matted by the sweat. She could see her skirt wrapped around her waist as he fucked her. She was acting like the slut she was now, letting him fuck her hard just like a slut would.

The guy pushed up further lifting her up higher and leaning over. He leant down and took one small breast in his mouth sucking hard on it. Sharnie hissed feeling his mouth on her breast. Feel his cock sliding along the top of her cunt. She could feel him slamming into her hard, filling her cunt totally. She moaned deeply shocked by how much she was enjoying being taken like this. Only a slut would be get so turned on by a guy forcing himself on her like this. She was enjoying him as he raped her. 

"Listen to her moan, she's enjoying it. God what a slut." The black guy said confirming to Sharnie what she had been thinking. A minute later she had the final confirmation. She squealed and moaned loudly as she felt her body heading towards an orgasm. The mix of the guys mouth and tongue sucking and licking her breast and his hard cock ramming hard into her brought her to the edge of her orgasm.

"I think this little sluts going to cum, aren't you Sharnie?" The guy fucking her hissed. Sharnie nodded and squealed as her orgasm grew closer.

"Oh god I'm close, I'm so close. Unnnn yes," She gasped. Then gave a loud scream as her orgasm finally erupted. She could not believe that having the two guy repeatedly raping her had made her cum, yet cumming she was. She clawed at her quilt moaning and squealing loudly as her orgasm swept through her.

"Yes cum girl ,cum." The guy fucking her gasped. "Jesus I'm going to cum too." He added a second later.

"Unn god," Sharnie moaned as she felt his cum pump into her cunt. Filling it again with hot sticky sperm. He grunted and Sharnie squealed as the feel of his cum inside her seemed to add to her orgasm. Her body shuddered at the sensation of her orgasm. He clung to her until he had finished cumming inside her them pulled out of her. She collapsed onto the floor gasping hard still amazed and horrified by her orgasm.

The black guy moved towards her and pulled her up pushing her onto the bed. He climbed on behind her and she felt his cock slam hard into her cunt. She gasped at the feel of his hard long cock entering her. He thrust in three times then pulled out. She felt him sliding his cock up her buttocks. She could not figure out what he was doing until he told her.

"I'm gonna fuck you little white ass girl, You'll take it like the slut you are." Sharnie gasped in terror, the sudden idea of having his huge cock rammed into her ass terrified her.

"No please not that." She begged and tried to pull away from him. His fingers tightened around her waist.

"Yes girl, you're going to have my cock up your ass just like the slut you are." She fought to break free more scared of him fucking her ass than him hurting her.

"No please I'll do anything, you can fuck my cunt again or I'll suck you off but please not my ass." As she spoke she pulled away trying to scramble off the bed. He lunged forwards and grabbed her pinning her up against the wall on her knees with him behind her. Sharnie struggled to get free but he had one hand wrapped in her hair. The other held her wrist pinning her arm behind her, forcing her into the wall.

"You can fight all you like little slut but I'm going to fuck your ass whether you want me to or not." His grip was too tight and he was too strong for her to break free. She felt him shifting behind he then felt his cock sliding between her buttocks.

"God please no," she hissed as she felt him pressing against her ass. He did not answer except to thrust hard into her. "Uggg unnn fuck," She squealed as his cock slammed into her ass. She had never let anyone fuck her ass before and his cock was so hard. It hurt so much, she squealed loudly at the sharp pain. He thrust in and out of her ass hard, slamming his hard cock deep into her. "Uggg god unnn no ohh ugggg," she squealed and grunted at each hard thrust into her ass. Her body rocked with each thrust and she was pressed into the wall. It felt cold against her skin as he took her. 

She could hear him grunting behind her at the force of his thrusts into her. She groaned deeply, squealing at each thrust. He released her wrist and she reached up to claw at her wall. His fingers in her hair pushed her face into the wall. She could feel the rough surface rubbing against her breasts. She gasped for air and squealed as his cock repeatedly slammed deep into her ass. Now the initial shock was over she was beginning to grow used to the feel of him fucking her ass like he was. He reached his free hand between her legs and began to push two fingers into her cunt as he rammed his cock in and out of her ass. She gasped and groaned at the feel of his fingers inside her and the size of his cock as it pierced her ass.

"I'm going to fuck you little ass until I cum in you girl." He snarled into her ear. "I love taking a sluts' ass as hard as I can then cumming inside her." He added as he slammed his cock hard into her.

"Unnn," Sharnie hissed. "Ugg fuck god please cum in me." She moaned wanting him to cum in her now.

"Not yet girl, your ass feels to good to finish fucking it yet. It's so tight around my cock. I'm enjoying it too much to cum just yet." To emphasis his words he rammed in even harder.

"Ugg god oh god unnn no god," Sharnie gasped. Then squealed as he slammed his cock in and out of her ass hard. His fingers pushed in and out of her cunt, rough and forceful. His was raping her cunt with his fingers the same way he was raping her ass with his cock.

"Go for it, fuck her little ass for her. Take that slut, make her squeal." She heard his friend saying behind them. As if his friends words were a trigger he began to ram in harder. Fucking her ass as roughly and as hard as he could. Sharnie squealed and grunted her voice high pitched and tinged with the sharp pain he was causing her. He lent forwards to press his lips against her ear.

"I'm going to bend you over your table, and fuck your ass hard. I can really fuck it hard that way." He whispered and pulled out of her. Dragging her by her hair he pulled her off the bed. Sharnie staggered down as he dragged her across the room. She gasped for breath. Her legs almost give way under her. She had thought he had been taking her hard on the bed, if he was going to be even harder she was not sure if she would be able to stand it. But she did not fight as he bent her over. She felt him yank her skirt down then he positioned his cock against her ass. She closed her eyes and forced herself to try and relax. She felt him tense behind her and knew he was about to force his cock back into her ass. She was scared of how that would feel, but did nothing to stop him. After all she had been acting like their slut all afternoon, and this was the final act. Letting him rape her ass hard until he came inside her. 

"Uggg," She grunted as he rammed into her. "Unn ohh shit," She gasped as he pulled out as rammed in again. He forced his cock hard into her. Fucking her ass harder and deeper than before. Taking it as roughly as he could. His fingers pulled back on her hair pulling her onto his ass as he slammed in and out. Her body rocked with the rough thrusts. She felt herself pushed up onto her toes again. She could see him in the mirror. He teeth clamped tight in a vicious snarl as he took her ass again and again. "Unnn, uggg, fuck,uhhh. God, oh god, ugggg," She squealed and grunted with each hard rough thrust into her. He grabbed her hair in both hands, his fingers wrapped tightly in her blonde hair pulling her back onto him. She felt his legs slapping against hers, his cock ramming deep into her ass.

"God you feel so tight girl. That ass is so hot." He hissed from behind her. "Does my cock feel hard in you ass?"

"Unn god too hard, you're being to rough." She hissed.

"To rough, that's nothing." He laughed and began to ram in harder. Fucking her ass with fast deep thrust, forcing his cock roughly into her body.

"Ugg unn oh uhhh god unn no oh no god." Sharnie squealed her voice hoarse and desperate. His cock slammed in and out, piercing her ass stretching it wide. The sharp sensation was too much, she felt herself close to fainting. But each time she thought she was about to black out a hard thrust brought her back to fully conscious. She squealed and grunted with each thrust. Her body rocking wildly as he took her ass. She was beyond speech only able to grunt and squeal, wild sounds of sharp pain and deep sensation. Yet she was getting used to it, become almost acclimatised to the sharp thrusts. Her body accepting the pain as her final punishment for being their slut. She sensed that this would be the last thing they would do to her. Once the guy raping her ass had cum it would be over.

Behind her she heard him grunting deeply, and felt his thrusts getting wilder and rougher. He was slamming into her hard, pushing her forwards so her face was pressed against the mirror. Her fingers dug into the wood of the table. She could see how white her knuckles were. He pulled back hard on her hair forcing her to arch back towards him. His cock rammed up into her ass. She squealed loudly at the sensation. He grunted hard as he raped her ass, roughly fucking her and slamming his cock into her as deep as it would go. He felt so hard inside her, forcing her ass to stretch to its' maximum ability. His fingers tightened their grip in her hair almost breaking her back as he arched her towards him and back. She felt her head resting on his chest. His hard thrusts rammed into her sending shuddering waves through her. She gasped and squealed not even able now to make any recognisable sounds. 

"Yes oh god girl yes." He hissed as he slammed his cock hard up into her ass. "Here it comes slut, I'm going to cum." As he spoke he rammed hard upwards into her lifting her off her feet. 

"UGGGG," she grunted at the sheer force of his thrust then gave a sharp moan as she felt his cum erupt into her ass. "Unnn," she gasped held on her toes by his cock inside her. Feeling his cum pumping out into her ass. Hot jets of cum almost soothing after the sharp thrusts into her. He pushed up again as he emptied the last of his cum inside her then with a soft hiss he pulled out of her and let her collapse to the floor. 

She lay on her side breathing hard her body pushed beyond its' limits by the repeated fucking the two men had just inflicted on her. She heard them leave the room but did not have the strength to lift her head up. She could hear them downstairs moving around and taking things out of the house. Then there was silence. As she lay recovering she thought about what had happened, and how she had reacted. She could tell someone, she should tell someone. But then it would come out how she had let them take her, how much of a slut she had been. She could not face her mom, or worse her Nan if they knew she had been that big a slut.

As Sharnie pushed herself up and headed into the bathroom for a shower she knew she was not going to tell anyone what had happened. She was going to have a shower and head out and pretend nothing had happened to her. But deep down she now knew that she was a slut, and she was capable of letting a guy do whatever he wanted to her.



Sharon



I was 20 years of age and still living at home and I had a girlfriend named Sharon. She was 22 and much more experienced at sex then I was. She was very relaxed nude and enjoyed sex very much. On occasion she would visit me and stay for an evening meal. Then we would sit on the porch or just watch TV or the like. We would go into my bedroom which was downstairs just off the side of the family room. While my mother and sister would enjoy the TV in the family room we would watch the TV in my room. Needless to say we would pet and get horny with each other while we laid on the bed. My mother and sister did not let on that they knew what we were doing but they knew perfectly well Sharon was enjoying me and her at times in my room.

One Sunday after a early dinner meal we went into My bedroom about 3 in the after noon. We were watching TV and Sharon started to rub my back. It was summer and we both had light clothes on and before we both knew it the clothes were on the floor and we were nude and playing with each other. I must say Sharon really like to suck and was really enjoying my hard and really getting into it. She got me to the edge and ready to cum and then stopped. She said I want you dick and I want it in my pussy now. At that she crawled up and sat on my wet cock and slid it in as far as she could. She was laying on top of me and I was on my back with my cock enjoying the sliding she was doing with her pussy. I held both or her ass cheeks as she slid and rode my rod. In almost no time she climaxed with a moaning cum. It was great and I was really enjoying it.

Well the craziest thing happened next. My mother came into the room without knocking with a basket of clean wash to put away. Sharon heard her enter and jumped up off my cock and tried to wrap the bed clothes around her nude form. She left me on my back and with my member standing like a flag pole for mom to see. When mom realized she interrupted us screwing she said. I see you young people are enjoying yourselves please don't let me interrupt your fun. She said, please enjoy yourselves don't stop because of me, enjoy.

Sharon looked at me and I looked at Sharon and Sharon smiled and I reached out to her and she laid down next to me and unwrapped the bed clothes from around her and I pulled her on top of me again. She lifted herself and we resumed our coupling, while mom was putting the clean wash in the dresser. Sharon started to stroke again and we both tried to get the feeling going again. The whole time mom was telling us about how she enjoyed sex when she was with my day and how it was great fun and enjoyment for us young people to get each other often. She completed her task and came over to the bed and touched Sharon's ass as Sharon moved up and down on me and then mom touched my balls and cock where I entered Sharon and gasped a little. Mom said you two are really a nice couple and you both feel great. Mom continued to touch and make confirming statements how good we looked as a couple and she continued to touch us where our privates coupled together. What a turn on feeling additional hands massage me while Sharon screwed me. Sharon appeared to enjoy it and it was not long with the touching and the pumping that I came. Mom pulled my cock out of Sharon before the first pump of cum could release and watched intently the white spurts shoot on Sharon's ass. Mom held my member until it stopped pumping and said you sure do have a very nice tool son. Mom encouraged Sharon to continue to enjoy me and she left the room. Needless to say both Sharon and me became very horny from the happening and we screwed about 3 hours before leaving the room. The whole time mom was in the family room no doubt listing to our lust. It was great.

After we finished and came out of the bedroom both my sister and Mom were waiting for us. Mom said, "you two are great and I hope you continue to enjoy each other that way". My sister cornered me after Sharon left to go home and asked if she could join me and Sharon the next time we screw in my bedroom. I spoke to Sharon and she was very interested. Well, next weekend we are scheduled to have my sister join us. I don't know what is going to happen if she wants to ride me like Sharon does. I will let you know.



Sharon



SHARON and I met at a lunch room in a church fellowship building on the campus of the University. It was a handy place to eat if you didn’t have too long between classes and besides, they served hearty soups and over-stuffed sandwiches.

She was a curvy brunette, somewhat below average height, with long, straight hair pulled back from a pretty heart-shaped face. Her eyes were dark above wide cheekbones, her mouth curved and generous. She wore little or no make-up and her wide, pretty face glowed with youth and health and sun. When she smiled she showed large, even teeth of a startling white. She was terrifically sexy as only young, full-figured women can be.

I’d seen her in the lunchroom line several times before and managed to make eye-contact once or twice. The smile I got back had been encouraging so the next time I caught sight of her I maneuvered myself into position behind her. She hadn’t seen me yet, so she was a bit startled when she turned and suddenly saw me so close but she recovered and smiled warmly through a mild blush.

Our lunch was punctuated by promising glances and grins; she blushed some more but didn’t simper or giggle. We exchanged the polite information about status (both graduate students), majors (she was in biology, I was in theatre) and professors (I didn’t know hers, she didn’t know mine, so it was safe).

As we were leaving she reached down to the floor to retrieve her book bag and her starched white blouse gapped enough at the top to reveal a generous curve of ivory breast. She looked up just in time to catch me looking and froze for a second, then blushed again, rose, and walked out of the room ahead of me. She said she was late for an appointment with her advisor so we said a short, hurried goodbye in front of the building. 

That was it, I thought, the appointment was probably an excuse, she caught me staring down the front of her blouse and decided to cut things off before they got started. Nevertheless, I went back to the lunch room the next day and she fell into step beside me as I entered the building.

We got our food and found seats crammed together in a booth we shared with an undergraduate gay couple. We were forced to sit close and I could feel the heat of her thigh against mine. Her skirt was short and tight, exposing a good deal of comely leg, white and round and inviting. Her blouse seemed to be the one from the day before but open an extra button at the top. Her breasts moved provocatively with the motion of her arms and it was apparent that no bra helped to hold those magnificent breasts in that tight and upright position. If I hadn’t been lost before, I was now.

She teased me unmercifully all through lunch, hugging her arms into her breasts and increasing the depth of her cleavage, crossing and re-crossing her legs until her skirt was nearly to the tops of her smooth white thighs and all the time keeping up a light banter of conversation that included the gays across the table who could see very well what was going on. They exchanged a few knowing glances and excused themselves as soon as they could. We were alone in the booth facing the back wall of the room.

When they were gone, she made no move to rise but held my eyes with hers and the challenge was clear.

“Let’s take the rest of the day off,” I suggested.

“Fine with me,” she said. I dropped my hand to her thigh, warm and springy with soft, hairless flesh. My fingertips explored high up to where the skirt had ridden in the crease where her legs were crossed. She was swinging one leg, adding an exciting feeling of movement.

Good. No teasing, evading, pretending or playing hard to get; she knew what we were there for and was declaring herself a player with an equal interest. Just the way I liked it.

We lost no time in getting to my apartment. On the way down the hall to my door I let my hand slip down and squeeze one of her firm, round buttocks. She laid her head in the hollow of my shoulder, turned it in and bit hard on one of my pecs. Better hurry; this was going to be hot and healthy animal sex.

Inside, she ripped off her jacket and blouse with one motion and threw herself on the sofa, arms spread wide. Her breasts separated slightly to the sides but remained firm, taut mounds rising from her chest, smooth hills of pale white flesh with a tracery of blue veins barely visible beneath the surface, nipples as big as berries and surrounded by large pink aureoles nearly the size of my palms.

My palms were soon on them, stroking and squeezing, feeling their weight and heat, my fingers teasing the rough nipples in their pink discs. She smiled up at me, her face glowing, breathing hard and fast through an open mouth, her eyes dancing and sparkling. I thrust a hand between her thighs and gripped the soft, warm flesh. She clamped her legs together, trapping my hand and forcing me to push hard between those lovely ivory columns to where they joined in the wetness of her panties.

With my free arm around her back I pulled her to me and into a deep and passionate kiss, the first we had ever shared. Tongues probed and met, teased and danced together, first in her mouth then in mine. My fingers pressed into the springy wet hair beneath her panties. A small sound of urgency and need sounded deep in her throat.

Finally, we broke apart, gasping. Her hands flew to the button and zipper on her skirt and I helped her off with it. The panties followed and she was naked on my sofa, a wide smile on her pretty, shining face, arms above her head to lift her breasts, legs spread wide to display the thick, dark, wet fur at the middle of her, panting and urging me with her eyes, displaying her voluptuous form for my enjoyment. Proud of her body; lusting for pleasure.

I stood above her gazing at the sight, drinking it in, trying to memorize it against the cold years of age when I would wish for her again. (I have wished many times since then.) She stared back, flushed and glowing. Our eyes seemed twisted on a direct path, locked together in supplication and promise. Her hands drifted to her breasts and twisted the nipples, her thighs moved against each other in anticipation. Her breathing deepened and quickened.

I stripped off my shirt, breaking the spell. She pushed off the sofa and slid to her knees, her hands expertly unbuckling, unzipping, pulling me free. In a moment I was in her mouth, hard and urgent. Her lips locked on like a glove and her tongue swirled ecstasy around my burgeoning knob. I held her head and thrust in and out of her mouth till I felt the tide begin to rise within me, then pulled away. She cried a little whimper of loss and looked up at me curiously. I tore off the rest of my clothes and sank to the floor with her, clasping her close, feeling her body seal itself to mine. Her lips and tongue were wet and hot and covered my face with kisses. She locked her thighs around one of my legs and moved against it urgently, wetly, hotly.

Her whimpering cries were more insistent, now, and her fingers found my scrotum, toying and pulling gently. I rolled her over on her back and, in one movement, slipped between her wide-open legs, entered her and sank in to the hilt. She arched her back and gasped loudly, then clasped me to her.

“Oh-h-h-h yes, yes, yes,.....please, PLEASE!...Make me come now...... PLEASE!..... Harder!..... please.... M_M_M_M-m-m-m-m-m.... Oh-h-h... you are so hard.... and so big inside me....A-h-h-h-h-h.”

This girl loved her sex. I pumped away as hard and as deep as I could and was rewarded with her mounting cries as she rose to orgasm. She locked her legs around my waist and moved beneath me in time with my thrusts. She kissed me hotly, licked my face and chest like a cat, mewing and squealing softly in her throat. She was the quickest come I had ever known. Soon, she threw back her head, uttered a strangled cry and thrust her pelvis hard against me, grinding and shuddering. I let go inside her and felt her tense and relax, descending rapidly.

Soon, I lay on top of her feeling our breathing slow. I shrank and fell from her, wet and flaccid.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she murmured in my ear. Her hands caressed my back lightly. “That was... was.. wonderful!” She shuddered one last time and clasped me close to her. I kissed her warmly and slid off to the side, feeling the slick, mingled sweat of our bodies between us.

We lay like that, recovering, for some minutes. My hands roamed, found the rich mounds of her bottom and petted and squeezed. She smiled, somewhat shyly, I thought, almost as if she were embarrassed at her wantonness and passion. We kissed tenderly and warmly. Her eyes were lovely and soft and very deep.

My hands continued their meandering course and encountered breasts, thighs, arms, breasts again and finally her bottom once more. 

“You like the soft curvy parts, don’t you?” she asked.

“Sure, who doesn’t.”

“But you take more time, enjoy it more. I like that.”

“Do you like being touched and caressed?”

“Mm-hm! Very much!”

I ran my hands over her feeling every inch of her voluptuous bottom and thighs, pinched her nipples till they began to respond, squeezed a handful of breast, cupped her mound and squeezed and rubbed. She sighed and smiled under the caresses, moving her soft, warm body against mine. Her hands found my cock and fondled, squeezing invitingly, encouragingly and, after a few minutes, I began to grow again.

She smiled when she felt my hardness returning and put her tongue into my mouth.

“Here, squeeze my breast...suck on it a little and bite... .MMM!.. OK!... That’s good... Oh! you’re hard again! Can I have it?...  Please?.. .Let me... let me ...let me ...”

She played with it, kissing it and stroking it, fondling my balls and making satisfied little sounds. After a while, I pulled her back up to me for a kiss.

I kissed her long and deeply while I squeezed a breast. I lowered my head and took the other nipple into my mouth and sucked, teased with my tongue, bit gently.

“Oh, God, that’s good! Harder....just a little more...AH!”

I gave the other one to the same treatment, listening to her whimpers and moans, trying to gauge how much she could take.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Oh, yes!...Please, be a little rough with me...but don’t hurt me too much. I like it a little rough.”

I knew what I wanted to do. Something that had been in the back of my mind since the first time I saw her in the lunch room. I rolled her over on my lap until her bottom was just beneath me, round and firm and white in the bright shaft of sunlight that came in through the window unhindered by curtains.

Slowly, I ran my hands over her cheeks, feeling their plump springy flesh, watching them quake and tremble as I shook them. I reached between her thighs, high up near their apex, and felt her obligingly close them, trapping my hand in the velvet warmth. She scissored her legs, increasing the sensation. My other hand crept beneath her, next to my own leg, and fondled one of her breasts. She yelped a little when I pinched the nipple, a little harder than I had done before. 

I gripped her breast hard, withdrew my other hand from between her thighs and began a sharp, rapid tattoo on her delightful bottom. The quivering and quaking of her flesh caused my lust to soar. I raised my hand high and brought it down sharply on her bottom with a resounding smack. She squealed in surprise, bucked hard and tried to cover her bottom with her hands. I let her tit go and gathered both of her wrists into one hand and locked them tight against the small of her back.

Again and again I repeated the blow, reddening her bottom till it glowed in the sunlight. I moved on to the backs of her thighs and soon they were glowing, too, in stark contrast to the pale ivory of the rest of her skin. She whimpered and cried, even sobbed a little, but she made no effort to move or stop me. Her flesh jumped and shook deliciously with every slap, driving my passion to new heights. 

When my arm grew weary, I pushed her roughly to the floor between my knees and shoved my cock into her mouth. She sucked willingly, her tear-streaked face adding to the satisfaction. I let her suck wildly for a while, then rose to my feet without breaking the contact. I held her head in my hands and took over the motion, thrusting in and out of her mouth. She caressed my testicles, tight in their sack, lifting with her fingers and rolling them with her thumb. I felt my climax build and did nothing to stop it. I noticed one of her hands was busy between her legs and her face was flushed.

“I’m going to come,” I said, more as a warning in case she didn’t want me to finish in her mouth, but she gripped my buttocks with both hands and locked her lips on to the head, her tongue dancing and laving.

“Here it comes!”

She took the shaft in both hands and let it spill onto her lips and chin, smearing it around her face. Then, she took it in again and squealed a little when the last spurt went off in her mouth. Slowly she descended on the shaft, sucking hard as she pulled back, keeping the blood in a little longer. I softened slowly as she sucked and licked lovingly. 

She held my cock against the side of her face and squeezed it softly in her hand as she smiled up at me with a face streaked with tears and semen.

We slept there on the floor, with pillows from the sofa. I don’t know how long, but the sun was low when I awoke to her caresses. Her fingers rotated my balls and her mouth was sucking gently but urgently on my nipple.

I found a breast and hefted it, toyed with the nipple, pinching it until I heard her whimper and felt a shudder.

“Sharon.”

“Yes?”

“I want to taste you. I want to put my tongue inside you.”

With a tight, high moan she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide in the air. Her hands went to her crotch and her fingers spread her wet, cunt lips.

I got to my knees between her legs and gazed down at her big, beautiful body, her tits quivering between her arms. Then I set to work kissing the insides of her thighs, sucking the fragrant flesh, wet with her secretions, then higher, into her bush where the musk was overpowering. 

I licked at her lips, teased her clit with the tip of my tongue and, finally, fastened my mouth to her cunt and sucked and probed, going as deep as I could. Her rich, sexual taste drove me to frenzy. She moaned and heaved, her belly fluttering, her thighs moving against my face.

I gripped her bottom in my hands and forced my tongue into her, writhing it against the walls of her passage. I heard her take in a great lung full of air as she arched off of the floor. Then, she descended with a long sighing shudder.

I crawled up her body till I could force my cock into her. I held it high up inside her for several seconds, then withdrew until the head was barely inside her cuntlips.

“No! No! Please don’t leave me!” Her hand clawed at my buttocks, straining to pull me back in.

“Feel that, baby? feel that slo-o-o-ow, deep stroke? It feels good in there! Hot and wet and tight!”

I pulled slowly out again. She sucked in her breath in gulps. “I want to come again. Can you make me come again?”

“Sure, baby, and I’m going to come real soon, too, all over those big, soft tits.’

“OH, YES!” Her eyes flew open and she clutched my arms hard with her hands, digging her nails in. “Please! Come on my tits, I want to watch you come on me!”

“OK, but first, roll over.” I withdrew and rolled her onto her stomach. “Up...c’mon, up on your knees.” I slapped her ass a few times and she settled on her knees and elbows. I rubbed the head up and down between her pussy lips, letting her feel it, teasing her with it till she made a little frustrated noise. Then, I pushed in all the way, moving tight against her, pulling her hips back, luxuriating in her soft, round ass, pushing against it, squeezing it with my hands. She pushed against me, rotating her ass in a circular motion. My hand slipped underneath to capture one big, swaying breast and put my mouth next to her ear.

“M-m-m-m-m...you have big, wonderful tits.” I held my hand just below it so our motion caused it to swing and rub against my palm. I clutched both of them, ballooning them out to the sides of her chest, mauling them, pinching the nipples and pulling on them, listening to the sounds of passion she was making. Then I let them go. I leaned back and slapped her bottom hard four or five times, felt her clench and quiver.

“No,. . . . Please! Do it some more! . . .and hit me . .my bottom! Spank me harder while you fuck me!”

I thrust into her again and gave her two or three hard strokes. Then, I let go with several sharp smacks to her ass and saw her flesh jump and tighten. She squealed and squirmed her bottom back against me.

“More! . . . a little more. . .Please!” she wailed. I increased the force of the smacks and heard them echo off the walls. Her bottom was red again. I let her have a few along the sides of her thighs and she flinched at the change of target.

My cock was swollen, aching for a climax. I couldn’t put it off much longer. I left her again and she whimpered a little.

“On your back, again!” She lay down, panting, looking up, her eyes bright and pleading. I held her gaze as I sank into her.

I quickened my pace, feeling the final build begin. Her arms twined around my head and pulled me down for a hot, wet kiss. I was plunging in and out with all the speed and force I could muster. Her tits were flying and bobbling like great pools of custard. She made a high keening sound that rose and fell with the impact of our bodies. I forced my hand beneath her, grabbed a handful of her ample ass and squeezed until she yelped. I rolled her to one side and slapped her bottom hard three times with my open hand. She yelled and bucked and began to shudder with her orgasm. I pulled my cock out of her and shifted upward. She held her tits up with her hands, watching for the explosion. I jacked my cock a couple of times and showered her tits with come, spilling it across her huge white mounds and dark rough nipples. I could feel more coming so I pushed forward and jammed my cock between her lips smearing her mouth and chin. She took hold of my cock and rubbed it all around her mouth and face, licking and sucking gently on the head while the last of the load spilled out into her mouth. Then, she drew it deep into her mouth with a hot and satisfied sigh and drew it out slowly, sucking and tonguing while it softened.

We collapsed onto the floor breathing hard. As normalcy began to return, she rolled toward me and cuddled into my side. I put my arms around her and affectionately stroked and squeezed one big, soft breast.

“Later, I’ll take you to dinner,” I said.

“Tomorrow night.”

“OK.”

When I called for her at her apartment the next night, she looked as fresh as a flower and as innocent. Her makeup was freshly applied and very subtle. She wore a simple but colorful summer print dress of a silky, gauzy fabric that seemed to invite touch. The neckline showed a lot of cleavage. Her hair was swept up from her neck and piled high on her head in a careless-looking mass. On her feet were open-work sandals; her legs were bare. 

“Hi,” she said, “I’ll just be a minute.” I managed to caress her bottom softly as she pecked me on the cheek, but she disengaged gently before I could get a proper handful and disappeared into her bedroom leaving the door open. A full-length mirror was positioned so that I could see her as she stood before her dresser. She pulled the sheath skirt up to her waist and slipped off her panties, letting them slide down her lower legs. She stepped out of them and leaned back against the dresser, smiling at me in the mirror, her skirt still up to her waist. She continued smiling as she ran her hands through her bush and stroked her thighs.




Sharon



To hell with dinner, I thought, and started for the bedroom. She immediately pulled the narrow skirt down and met me at the door, purse in hand.

“Where to?” she asked. Her eyes were dancing with mischief. I paused, uncertain, then decided to play her game.

“Franco’s.”

“Oh, good, we can walk! It’s only three blocks down.”

Franco’s was known as the place to go when you wanted something a little better than usual but couldn’t pay the price of the up-town, up-scale places. A lot of students went there on dates. The food was plentiful, freshly prepared and genuinely Italian; the ambiance was unhurried and slightly exotic, a good place to help the mood along.

We started with two dozen oysters and she smiled at the selection, looking directly into my eyes as she forked her last two into my mouth. “Well, at least you’re fortified,” she quipped.

The meal passed in leisurely fashion, both of us knowing where the evening was going but with no need to rush since the edge had been taken off by the previous afternoon. We even lingered over our desserts and the last glass of wine, talking idly, flirting, encouraging, promising. My eyes strayed often to the crease between her breasts and she smiled and blushed but it was clear that she enjoyed knowing how stimulated I was. After the dessert, she leaned close.

“Like what you’re looking at?”

“Yes, I do. And yesterday I gave you a lot of reason to believe that.”

“Do you like tits in general? Are you a tit man?”

“Not usually, but I do love big, beautiful breasts like yours, with rough nipples and those lovely freckles.”

I looked directly into her eyes as I said this to see what impact direct statement of naked lust would have. Her breathing deepened and quickened, her eyes glowed and her lips quivered. I was encouraged and drove on.

“I’m more of a lip man,” I continued, “and yours are especially lovely tonight. I can hardly wait to see them wrapped around my cock.”

Color rushed into her face and the lips in question parted in a wide smile. When she spoke her eyes were steady into mine and her voice husky and tremulous. 

“Take me home. My place this time.”

I didn’t need two invitations for that. I paid the bill and we walked out of the restaurant into a light rain.

“Let’s hurry,” she urged. She grabbed my hand and began to run. As if that had been a signal the thunder rolled and the heavens opened, drenching us. She shrieked and laughed, dropped my hand and took off like a deer, running hard, her hair coming undone and falling to her shoulders where it clung in wet strands. Her summer silk, too, clung tightly to her body outlining her buttocks clearly as she dashed beneath the street lights. She hiked up the skirt to give her legs running room and her thighs flashed in the lights of passing cars.

At her apartment house she hurdled a low hedge and dashed into the hallway. I plunged through the door, my shirt sticking to my chest, my shoes squishing. She stood in the dim hallway light, panting, laughing, her breasts heaving, her nipples plainly visible through bra and dress. She started toward me, consumed with laughter, slipped on the wet tiles and fell into my arms. I made sure that my hand cupped a breast as I caught her and she covered it with her own.

“M-m-m-m,” she sighed through her laughter, and plastered her mouth on mine, her tongue running deep. She squeezed my hand into her breast. The rain ran down our faces and invaded the kiss, tasting of the outdoors and the wind. 

Behind us a door opened and quickly closed causing her to break out into a new spasm of giggles. She pulled me down the hall by the hand, the two of us lurching and slipping, banging the walls and laughing. I looked back and saw the considerable puddle of rainwater we had left in the hall and our wet footprints following us down the tiles to her door.

Inside we leaned against the wall and kissed with heat and passion. Our tongues wrestled and jousted, first in her mouth, then in mine. When I gripped her bottom in both hands and pulled her to me, she forced her pelvis against mine and ground it in little circles.

She made growling noises in her throat and wrapped me in her arms. I dug my fingers in and she climbed up my frame to lock her legs around me, her back braced against the wall. She pulled my head away from her and looked squarely into my eyes.

“Fuck me!” she challenged, “right here against the wall!”

I leaned against her and fumbled awkwardly under her legs to get my cock out without dropping her. She laughed and tried to help. Somehow, we made it and she yanked her skirt up to her waist. I plunged into her and felt her bottom flatten against the wall. With one hand I tried to unbutton her dress at the top to free her breasts but I couldn’t manage it.

“Tear it!” she said, and I ripped it to the waist and tore aside the soft, thin bra. Her breasts spilled richly out and I covered a nipple with my mouth. It was hard and cold with autumn rain.

“Ah-h-h-h… I’m coming!” she moaned in my ear, “don’t stop. . . . .  don’t stop. . .  there. . .  there. . . THERE!. . .  YES!! AH-H-H-H! Ah-h-h . . ah-h. . .  that’s wonderful.”

I came a second later, deep inside her, forcing her tight against the wall. Slowly, we relaxed and parted; her feet sank to the floor and she leaned heavily against me.

“Let’s take a bath,” she said.

We sat at opposite ends of the big, old-fashioned tub, only our heads above the water, her legs over mine. I stroked her thighs and luxuriated in the steaming water. We washed each other gently and thoroughly, attended to all of the creases and hollows, rubbed soap into a lather, watched it drip off of our bodies. We stood and rinsed each other with handfuls of water, squeezing and caressing as we went. 

Later, in the living room, we sat in robes and kissed like sweethearts. Soon I felt her lips grow warmer and wetter. I reached inside her robe to capture a large, soft breast. She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder.

“Did you like me yesterday?” she asked, “Did I make you happy?”

“Yes. Happier than I’ve been in a long time. Was I too rough with you?”

“No. . . .or I wouldn’t be with you now. M-m-m! your hands feel good.”

“Do you like being touched. . . being caressed like this?”

“Yes. It feels soothing when you do it.” There was a silence; then, she said, “I worked in a restaurant once. It was out on the county highway near my hometown. One night we had bad thunderstorms and the place was deserted, about a half-hour before closing a man came in and sat in the very back booth. It was darker there than the in the rest of the place. The manager kept it that way because couples liked to sit there. Anyway, I really didn’t want to take this guy’s order because he looked kind of rough, like the guys my mom warned me to stay away from. He was a lot older than me, probably thirty-five or so, good looking in a way, but not what I was used to and he looked at me kind of funny, but I had to go because I was the only waitress there. 

“He asked me about the items on the menu, just to keep me there, I thought. His voice was nice, slow and deep and easy. And his eyes were bright, like he had a joke to tell or something. When I leaned over to point out something on the menu, he touched my arm, up high on the inside. I remember how rough his fingers were, but warm, too. As I was writing his order down he put his hand on my bottom. . . very slow and easy. It froze me and I just stood there for a minute, petrified. Then, I got real scared and almost ran into the kitchen with his order. 

“I didn’t tell Henry. . .the cook. I just waited behind the counter while he fixed the food. I could see the guy in the booth; he wasn’t paying any attention to me, just reading some letter or something. 

“I don’t understand it even now, but I began to want Henry to hurry up. I wanted to take the order to this guy. I was frightened, but I wouldn’t have let another waitress go even if there had been one there. When I finally did take it to him, my heart was in my mouth and my legs felt like wood. Every step was a terror, but I forced myself to go and by the time I was standing next to him I was almost fainting. 

“I put the plate and drink down and straightened up. I couldn’t leave. I edged closer to him and even put my hand on the back of the booth behind his head. I asked him if he wanted anything else. He looked up and smiled. His hand went back to my bottom and rested there for a minute, heavier this time, felt me gently but firmly, squeezed each side. I was scared and thrilled, both. My insides turned to hot liquid. I wanted to run, but I wanted more to stay and feel his hands on me. Then, his hand slid down my leg and up again, this time under my skirt, warm and rough and heavy on my leg. He squeezed and caressed my legs and bottom while I trembled and shook. Scared to death, but held by it, almost hypnotized by that strange touch. 

“He slid his hand around to the inside and slipped it higher. When he got near the top I jerked away, afraid he would feel the wetness. Later, he came to the front to pay his bill and asked if I would meet him when I was finished. I told him, “No, not tonight, not ever.” I was harsh and rude because I was scared. He was just as easy with that as with everything else, smiled, said “OK” and left. I never saw him again, but my dates got the benefits of what he did to me.

“Now, put your hand on me. . .here.. .put your fingers inside. . .there! Ah-h-h-h. . .M-m-m-m-m. . .now rub a little, like this.” She guided my hand by the wrist, giving herself maximum pleasure.

“That’s so good!” she sighed. She kept it up for a minute or two then . . . 

“Now make love to me. . .and be real slow and go deep. . .as deep into me as you can!”

Her kiss was hot and wet as I slipped the robe off of her shoulders and made a carpet for her. I laid her down on her back and she held my face and kissed me over and over, long and deep, as if she couldn’t get enough, sighing and murmuring, her breath catching as I touched her tits or cunt or squeezed her thighs.

I moved between her legs and pulled them close around me so that my cock was positioned at her entrance. We locked eyes and I slowly pushed into her till our pelvic bones met and ground together. She gasped through an open mouth, her eyes still on mine and wide as they would go, deep and dark like nighttime water. 

“Oh-h-h-h-h. . . .  Oh-h-h-h-h-h. . . . Oh-h-h-h-h-h,” she repeated over and over again as I pushed into her with long slow strokes. The lips of her cunt were liquid fire burning up and down my shaft. I drew back and thrust hard and fast three times bringing a sharp cry from her, then went back to the slow, luxurious in and out, pausing on each third stroke to push hard into her and hear her deep moans of pleasure. 

She wrapped her heavenly thighs around my waist and clamped me hard against her. Her fingernails raked down my shoulders and sides and clutched my buttocks. Her breath was hot in my ear.

“Oh, baby! Take me there!” she whispered, “Fuck me good, baby, I’m all yours. I’m giving you everything! I’ll do anything for you! Please, please make me come!”

Her voice was hoarse and ragged with need and her hips moved under me with a growing urgency. I pushed away from her embrace and began to build the speed to what promised to be the climax of the night. She bucked and rose to meet every thrust, clawing my back and buttocks. I could see her tits jumping and quivering beneath me and they made my lust burn and race.

She pulled my head down and covered my face with hot little kisses, dragging her tongue over my lips and eyes, pushing it deep into my mouth. She put her lips close to my ear as I humped away and whispered again.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it!! Oh-h-h-h your cock is so big! So hard!! Oh-h-h-h-h God! I’m in heaven!”

The tempo was as fast as I could make it go. I was pounding her with my pelvis at every thrust. Soon I felt her tense and heard her breath catch deep inside her throat. She uttered an inarticulate sound and boiled over with a long, high-pitched cry. I didn’t slacken the pace and soon she was rocketing along with me again.

“Oh, yes, baby,. . . . more. . more!. . MORE!! M-m-m-m-m!! Oh!. . . . OH! . . . . OH-H-H-H!!! I’m going to come again!!. . .  God! Don’t stop!. . . . AH!!. .Ah!!!. . . . Ah-h-h-h. . . .”

I felt my own climax rising, nearing the bursting point and the blood rang in my ears as I sprinted to the finish. Again, she pulled my face back and looked directly into my eyes.

“Come in my mouth, baby. Please! Shoot it onto the back of my throat and brand me! I want to taste you!”

I reared up on my knees, cock in hand, and aimed it at her waiting mouth. She took it greedily in and sucked till I exploded and filled her mouth with cum. She sucked and swallowed and still the cum ran out from between her lips and down her cheek. She sucked till I collapsed, empty and exhausted on the floor beside her, my cock softening in her warm wet mouth.



Sharon



My life comfortable, I have a successful business, a sweet wife of 35 years, three kids and three grandkids but something is missing. It is most likely a lack of leisure as I tend to be in my office at 7 am and not leave until 6pm each day although I have a hobby building model railways but don't seem to have the time for all the things I want to do. My wife works in a demanding position and she seems to be all consumed by her work. I need a change. I need to work less and play more.

I have made a decision that I should employ someone to take on some of my work load so that maybe I can have the odd day off or even take a short vacation a couple of times a year. It is a difficult decision as I have been working these hours for many years and am not good at passing off what I consider critical work that has been mine for so many years.

I advertise for an assistant. I interview a variety of applicants of varying ages and both male and female until I think I have found a suitable person. The successful applicant is a young lady recently divorced with no attachments and no kids who has just moved to the area. I do not decide until after a second interview that she is the right person as I am unsure that I want someone who I find attractive working in the same office each day but she come across as a sincere sober and reserved young lady so I feel that we could have a comfortable working relationship without any side issues that might affect my business or personal life.

The day Sharon started work for me I had spent the weekend setting up her work station with desk, PC, phone etc (I am a hands on owner) and making sure she will have everything she needs on the PC to help me with my day to day work. Sharon arrives for work dressed conservatively, as I had expected, and we spend the morning going through the things I want her to be responsible for on a routine basis, touring the plant and giving her a good overview of our operation. I suggest that she should maybe spend some time on the factory floor getting to know my staff and familiarising herself with our production and processes and she agrees it would be a good way to get to know the business so on her second day she arrives wearing more working type clothes of jeans and top and I realise that she has a great figure. I pull myself up short and tell myself that is this is going to work we must have nothing more than a good work relationship.

Sharon spends her first week helping out in the plant becoming familiar with the people and the processes so that at the start of her second week I have spent very little time with her but have realised she will be an asset to my business. We spend all the second week going over the systems we use and our costing, accounting and discussing our web site as it needs an up-date and Sharon says she can do this for me and that is one major job I can fob off onto her from the start.

I find she is keen and that although her start time is 8.30 she is in the offices each day at 8 and is still there when I want to leave (usually the last to leave) at 6pm. I tell her that it is not necessary for her to work unpaid hours as she is getting all I need her to do done in normal time. Her response is that she is alone and really has nothing to go home to except the TV or internet chat so working fills in her time. I am curious about the internet chat as it is not something I have ever tried although I have browsed a few naughty sites and looked at some dirty pictures from time to time so I ask what it is all about.

She is a bit hesitant at first to tell me about it and as she talks I realise that some of what she chats about must be personal. She tells me that she started chatting after her divorce for company and to chat to other women that had been through the same thing but that it had developed from there and now she has chat friends all over the world and both male and female friends. When I ask what she chats about she is again hesitant but says its mostly current affairs and the weather and stuff like that. I can understand someone who is lonely doing this so I do not pursue the matter except to ask how it works and how one gets a friend or goes into a chat room. We agree that she will show me in the next few days and I leave it at that.

The next week one evening when we have finished all the business stuff for the day Sharon suggests that she could show me about the chat rooms and we both sit in front of my PC as she downloads the software and proceeds to set up an ID and password for me so I can use Yahoo messenger. When she has finished she shows me how to enter a chat room and a bit about the etiquette of chat and I spend an hour or so just going from room to room seeing what is being talked about without participating, I think its called lurking, so I can see if I am interested.

I go through all the business and current affairs rooms and finally have a look at the romance and see that there are lots of people in various room obviously trying to pick-up someone for private chats so I think that it might be fun and plan to spend some time the next night seeing what happens in these and the "adult" rooms. I have always been a bit of a voyeur and although, as far as sex is concerned, I have been well satisfied at home I am wondering what all these people are doing in the rooms.

The following night Sharon leaves at the normal time and I have some time alone in the office and I log onto Yahoo and start browsing the adult rooms. I discover some things that shock me at first such as fetishes and even role-playing where people seem to be doing incest role-play even in the room and not in private. Finally I have enough courage to actually type something and even ask for someone to "PM" me and to my shock someone does. Now Sharon had set up a profile for me that was obscure and very non-specific as she said, you don't want people to know who you really are, and showed me how to view other people's profiles so I had some idea who I was chatting with. When I check the profile of the person who PM'd me I see that it is a female and that she is 25 and that is all the information that was there (a bit like the one Sharon had done for me).

We start chatting about our location and the weather and were we married, how many kids, general stuff like that and then this lady makes a suggestion to me that sounds like she wants to have sex with me. I ask if I have the correct idea and she says that it is called "cyber sex" and its all anonymous and that we don't even know each other and I tell her that I am a newcomer to chat and she sends me a smiley face and asks if I am a "cyber virgin" to which I answer yes.

That's not a problem she tells me and proceeds to do a "Monica L" on me with complete description of what she is doing to me. I must admit that I become aroused and have to admit the game is fun. When she suggests that I might return the favour in some way I hesitate, as oral sex has never been part of my matrimonial lovemaking and my limited experience (a couple of brief affairs) makes it hard for me to talk about it. She is very understanding and says that we should meet again and we put each other on our friends list for the future. I must admit that by the time we had finished I had to go and relieve myself in the toilet before I went home. Strange, I have not masturbated much in recent years but the orgasm that night was very intense as I fantasised about this new friend and I could invent my own picture of her in the form I like best so this was my first introduction to chat and my first cyber sex encounter.

The next day Sharon asks if I had tried the chat and I tell her I had met a friend but don't go into the details as I don't know this young lady well enough to talk about such things. She says she met someone also and had a good chat with him and we leave it at that.

Subsequent evenings, whenever Sharon leaves early I go to the chat rooms and practice playing the games but do not see my friend on-line until about two weeks latter when the messenger show she is on-line and I send a message to which she replies it is great to see me again and asks if I want to play. Now I have had a little practice now and know a bit about what is expected of me so we make "cyber love" with some intensity and she wants me to talk dirty and use the "F' and "C" words while I pretend to take her from behind "doggy" style. I find that I have my penis out and that I am masturbating in between typing and she tells me that she is rubbing and fingering while we talk. I don't know if she is, of course, but she tells me she has had an orgasm and I have to grab tissues to catch my semen as I cum all over my desk. Wow that was some fun and we agree to meet next time we see each other on line.

This is becoming a bit of an obsession and I start to go to role-play rooms and find ladies who want to play as a daughter in an incest game with a father. This is a real turn on and I get a bit hooked on this game. Some are older women who are fantasising but some are only in their late teens and even send me pictures of themselves naked and in suggestive poses.

Some nights latter I again meet my first "cyber" partner and this time I find that I can participate in the game having had some experience and the game is very good with all the things I dream about and some very graphic descriptions of what is happening from my chat partner. She even tells me she is masturbating with a vibrator while we chat and I just can't keep my hand of myself and eventually have to take out my penis and masturbate until I make a mess all over my desk. Wow this is great no hassles, no commitments and no chance that I might cause trouble at home the way I might if I had a real affair and was found out.

Over the next few weeks we start to meet regularly and I even send her a picture of myself (just a passport shot) but she says she does not have one of herself to send in return and I accept that she may not be attractive and is hiding behind the PC as a way to fulfil her desires or she may not want to have her picture around on the internet because she is well known or something. I don't care I am having so much fun and I can picture her as I want for my own fantasies.

We are suddenly very busy at work and are working longer hours to complete the work every day and I find myself alone with Sharon often for a couple of hours after all the other staff has left. I find this a bit off putting as I realise the fantasy I have been having is a bit like Sharon, slim, small breasted and about the same age. I have to pull myself up as I find myself watching her move about the office and just find the way she walks and talks very attractive.

It takes me a while to realise that the way Sharon talks, the idiom she uses and some phrases, is very similar to my chat friend. Surely it could not be. I have sent my picture and if she is the person she knows who I am but I figure that with all the people on the net it is just someone who comes from her area or attended her school that has a similar way of talking.

Over the next two weeks we are always late at work and I do not have any time for chat but I am getting to know Sharon a lot better. She has confided in me that since her divorce she has shied away from men altogether but has found solace with a couple of women friends. I am a bit naive but I assume she means she is having a sexual relationship with the women although I do not ask specifically but this allays my fears that Sharon is my chat friend, as it seems she prefers women. Now there was a time when this would have been apporent to me but I have come to appreciate the idea of two women together and have even enjoyed some pictures I have found of women making love and find them quite erotic.

During this time we are spending together we seem to be becoming quite close and although I find Sharon very attractive I am determined not to make a fool of myself and try to avoid situations where we might have actual physical contact although Sharon does not seem to try and avoid these times at all and seems quite comfortable touching my arm or covering my hand on the mouse to show me something on the computer. I find it most off putting but don't do anything that would show my hesitant embarrassment although I find that sometimes after we have been working close for a period of time that I have a partial erection and have to try and hide it as best I can. I was sure Sharon has not noticed and anyway I hope she has not because I am finding her in valuable to me as an assistant and don't want to spoil the relationship.

The work rush finishes and we return to normal working hours and I return to my chatting in the evenings. I meet a number of young women and have great fun exploring my fantasies with them. Sharon has taken on the job of preparing a web site for the Company and asks if we could purchase a digital camera so she can photograph products and staff to include in the site. I agree to this and she arranges a mid-priced camera and we learn how to use it for the purpose. Sometimes Sharon takes the camera home to experiment with different layouts on her home PC and I find no problem with this as she seems quite dedicated to her job and so far what she has produced is very good indeed.

It has been some weeks now since I have chatted with my very good friend but one evening I find her online and we talk about all sorts of things telling each other about ourselves before finally we have cyber sex. During the session she asks if I would like a picture of her and I agree I would love to finally see her. She sends the file and when I open it I find it is a picture of a shaved female pubic area with a hand holding the vulva lips open. A bit shocked I ask if it is really her to which she replies that it is and would I like to see more of her. Oh yes please a lot more. The next picture is of a pair of small pert breasts with the nipples very erect. Wow this girl is as cute as I had imagined. When the third picture arrives I am shocked to see a picture of Sharon that I had taken that day for our web site, sitting at her desk smiling and pretending to operate her PC. Where did you get this picture I ask and the reply is equally unexpected. It's me Sharon. I'm the person you have been chatting with remember I set up your chat ID so when you came online I knew it was you and I have been having the most wonderful fantasy chats with you.

Oh shit!!! I have been chatting to my employee about all my fantasies doing things I have only read about in books, having cyber sex with her for weeks.

"Sorry", Sharon I type. She replies that it is OK it's our secret and that we have not done anything wrong just fantasised and it has been as much me as you, in fact, I was the one who led you into it in the first place remember.

Sharon I think we should talk about this tomorrow. We should tidy up our relationship so that there is not any trouble because your work is too important to me for this to affect our work relationship. Sharon agrees that we should talk and I leave chat and go home wondering how this will develop and weather there will be any repercussions.

The next day is tense. We don't want to talk while other are around and we might be interrupted. We both just look at each other knowing we should wait to talk. Eventually all the other staff leave for the day and we sit looking at each other neither knowing how to start the conversation. I begin by apologising but Sharon says that is not necessary we were both having fun and it is her that should apologise because she knew who I was from the start and did not say anything. She tells me that I was the gentlest lover she has known apart from a woman and that if she had chosen a man like me to marry she most likely would not be divorced now and hanging around chat rooms looking for lovers.

I move toward her and she does not react as I take her hand and tell her that the things we did I had never done in real life and that I did not believe, until I met her in chat, that all that stuff was really part of life and not just a writers fantasy. She squeezes my hand in return and smiles at me and I can't resist as I bend forward and kiss her softly on the lips and thank her for all the great games we played. I am not prepared for her reaction as she puts her hand behind my head and holds my lips to hers probing my mouth with her tongue. I pull away unsure I want this to happen. Sharon pouts. "I know you find me attractive", she says, "because I know that sometimes you have to try and hide your erection when we have been working close and what you didn't know was that I was as wet as you were hard."

This is all too much. I was not looking for an affair just some cyber fun. "Look Sharon," I say, "I don't know if I want this to go any further. I was not looking for an affair. I'm not prepared to give any commitments because my life would just be too complicated and although I find you very attractive it is just in a lustful way and nothing more."

"That's fine Bob," Sharon replies, "I don't want anything except some good sex and I think we could have good sex together."

I am still unsure if I want this to continue as we have to work with each other each day and someone will notice the change in our relationship even if we are careful and are not expressive when others are around but I am looking at Sharon's pert little breasts under her top and bra and wondering what they would be like in my mouth. Shit stop thinking like that! I feel my penis firming as I ponder Sharon's breasts.

Sharon realises my quandary and slowly with a wistful look in her eyes she moves my hand to her breast. I'm gone! This is too much! I feel my penis jump as my hand closes over her small firm breast and I feel her nipple begin to harden under my hand. "Sharon", I question, "are you sure you want this to go on. We can stop now but once we start I won't guarantee anything." "Bob," Sharon replies, "I am very sure I want this but I can't give any guarantee it will be as good as cyber or that I will want to do it again. Is that OK with you."

"OK Sharon, no guarantees on either part if it is just once or if it is for the long term that's OK but remember no promises by either of us an no recriminations is that a deal," I say and Sharon nods in agreement.

I take Sharon in my arms and kiss her hard on the mouth and our tongue wrestle with each other as we share our saliva. My hands move up her top and unclip her bra then lift her top over her head. I realise the building is still open and quickly move to latch the front door so we will not be disturbed. 

The sight of Sharon's bare breasts is wonderful with cute nipples erect and ready I suck each in turn taking as much of each breast into my mouth as I can and licking the nipples hard with my tongue. As I do this I feel Sharon's hand cover my erection and it jumps in reaction to her touch. With my mouth busy on her breasts Sharon works to undo my pants and eventually I feel them slip to the floor and her hand take hold of my penis slowly moving her hand along the shaft and teasing the knob with her fingers. She pushes me away and back into my chair and I watch as her mouth slowly envelopes my penis and I feel her tongue working around the knob and slit oh shit this is a feeling I have not felt for years since my last dalliance (my wife is not into oral sex at all), the sensation is extraordinary and as Sharon begins to move her head up and down my shaft I think I will shoot my load but manage to maintain some control to prolong the pleasure. "Sharon," I say, "that is so beautiful. Your mouth feels so good on my cock. I can't last long it is just too nice sweetie." 

She raises her eyes to meet mine and I see her lips move into a sort of smile around my cock as she proceeds to work even harder with her mouth and tongue. I feel my cum rising and cannot hold back any longer. I tell her I am about to cum and she just works harder on my cock until I feel myself explode into her mouth. Now I'm not as young as I used to be and don't make the gallons I could make 20 years ago but I feel I have cum harder and longer than I have in ages as Sharon stops moving and takes my load in her mouth. She lifts her head and opens her mouth so I can see the mouth full of milky juice she has in her mouth then she closes it and I see her throat move as she swallows my load in one gulp. Wow I have not had that happen for 20 years and there is nothing quite like watching a girl swallow what you have just squirted into her mouth.




Sharon



Sharon was the most fantastic woman I had ever met. She was only 5'1", but had the boobs, waist and hips of a playmate and the brains of a Nobel Prize winner. We dated for a year in college and I talked her into moving in with me in our junior year. The money was tight but we made love every night and I was thrilled to have such a wonderful woman sharing my tiny apartment. 

After six months of poverty, school and sex, Sharon was happy but missing a few of the basic comforts that she was accustom to. Her cousin Beth lived in the same town and had a good job. Beth's boyfriend Eli, also had a great job and they had just bought a large house together. Shortly after buying the house, Eli's overtime hours were cut back and they suddenly had a difficult time making mortgage payments. Beth and Eli decided to sublet the two extra bedrooms to college students. After a few weeks of interviewing potential tenants, Beth suggested that Sharon and I could move into one of the rooms and pay rent. This would leave the remaining bedroom available as an office and guest room for both couples. 

Although I was a bit apprehensive about living with another couple, I was anxious to put Sharon in the beautiful house that I knew she wanted to live in. The modern new house had a high vaulted ceiling with a balcony-hallway overlooking the living room. We basically had our own bedroom and bathroom since Beth and Eli had the master bedroom with a double tub in the room as well as a half-bath. It only cost us a little more per month and suddenly we felt more like adults rather than students. 

In contrast to Sharon, Beth is tall with blond hair. Both women are absolutely beautiful and despite my sincere love for Sharon, I could not keep my eyes off of Beth. Within days of moving in, she was waltzing around in little more than underwear. One day I was in the living room watching television when I saw her walk from the main bathroom to her bedroom, topless. My eyes nearly popped out of my head and Sharon gave me a stern-but-playful glare. It wasn't long before all four of us became comfortable walking around with little clothing on. 

None of us had set schedules for work so every day seemed to find a different combination of us home. We all got along great, and it was nice always knowing that you had a friend at the house whenever you came home.

One evening while Sharon was at work, I was home watching television with Beth and Eli. It was some slightly romantic HBO original and Beth was cuddled up to Eli on the sofa under a blanket. At one point I noticed Beth's head disappear under the blanket. I tried not to stare but soon I could tell that she was right at Eli's crotch. Through my peripheral vision, I could see her head moving up and down. She was so casual about it and I was instantly erect just thinking about her sweet lips on his cock. Eventually I looked over at Eli and he gave me a knowing smile and just shook his head.

We both just sat there and watched her head bob up and down under to blanket. Eli almost busted out laughing when I had to adjust my raging hard-on. He began showing off by actually grabbing her head through the blanket and guiding her up and down over his cock. At this point, Beth must have known that I was watching. She began to make soft humming noises and I just sat there blatantly staring at one of the most erotic images I had ever witnessed. 

As Beth's noises and motions became more and more intense, Eli began tugging at the blanket. My cock was begging for relief but I was worried that if the blanket came off and Beth saw me masturbating, she would freak out. So I controlled myself, adjusted myself again and settled for a good show. Just as Eli got the blanket over her head, Beth regained her composure enough to pull it back into place. I only got a brief glimpse of the back of her head and because of the angle. I didn't get to see her mouth around his cock but my imagination was getting the best of me and I had to have relief. I quickly ran up the stairs. From the balcony overlooking the living room, I had a great vantage point. I quickly removed my jeans and briefs in one quick motion and gave myself shivers with the touch of my own hand. Eli looked up and made a hilarious silent laugh face as soon as he realized what I was doing.

He didn't keep the smile on his face for long. Soon his eyes were rolling upward and I could hear Beth gasping and swallowing. This sent me over the edge and I quickly ran to the bathroom and came in a towel.

It was two days before I had a good "alone moment" where I could tell Sharon about the experience. She was totally shocked and fascinated at the time. She made me tell the entire story twice just in case I left out any minute detail. We made passionate love and I think that both of us were deep in thought about how far this kind of behavior would go. How far did we want it to go? 

Within a week, Sharon came to me and told me of a similar incident that she had with Eli and Beth on an evening when I was at work. She was talking to Beth about sex stuff and soon Eli joined in the conversation. They were talking about penises and Beth was trying to explain something about size, girth, length and deviation. She explained how most dicks veer either to the left or right slightly and Sharon was a bit taken back since I am particularly straight. Beth casually asked Eli to remove his member as a visual aid. And he did. Sharon was very embarrassed and after a bunch of laughs, Beth made Sharon take a serious close look at it. He eventually became hard and Sharon had a good close-up view of a very healthy (and very large) cock.

As Sharon told me about this event, I asked her how it made her feel. She was embarrassed again and I correctly accused her of being turned on by the situation. We made love again and this time we talked a lot while I was inside her. I asked her if she was excited seeing his penis. "Did you want to touch it?" "No" "Don't lie"… "Yes" "Did you want it in you?" "Yes". I flooded her with cum and wiped away any trace of guilt I had ever felt concerning my fantasy desires for Beth. 

Sharon and I had often talked about our fantasies. Now we had tiny incidents of reality that fueled our fantasies. Obviously Eli and Beth had more experience with sex and we wondered if they secretly were even more adventurous than we had originally supposed.

Whenever we heard them making love in their room, we soon found ourselves in the mood and fucking. I noticed that they often responded the same way. One afternoon Sharon and I had a particularly good session while Beth was home and Eli was out. When we came out of the bedroom Beth teased us about getting on when she didn't have Eli there to satisfy her. I really wanted to offer her my services but I didn't dare.

One early evening we were all in our respective bedrooms banging and both couples got particularly loud. We all knew that the other couple was listening and everyone was excited by the thought. Both Beth and Sharon must have climaxed a dozen times and finally Eli and I finished within seconds of each other. After about a minute of silence from both rooms, Eli pounded on the wall and shouted, "Gatorade anyone?" We all grabbed at least one piece of clothing and scampered into the kitchen. I think we drank two gallons of Gatorade in about five minutes. It became a house joke that we always needed to have plenty of the stuff on hand from then on.

Since moving in, Beth and Eli had often told us that we were welcome to borrow their bedroom anytime since they had a hot tub in it. At first, it was obvious that they were offering to exchange bedrooms for a night. But after a while the offer became, "you're welcome to use the tub if you like." The tub was big enough for two people but small enough that Beth used it quite often. Sharon began to wonder if they were implying that we could use the fancy tub while they were in the room. She wanted to take them up on the offer but was nervous (and excited) about the prospect of Eli walking in on her. This talk also excited me and we often talked about it while we made love.

All of us were getting progressively more open about nudity. One day there was a phone call for Beth while she was soaking in the tub and I was the only other person home. She shouted for me and said that she was expecting a call and would I please answer it and bring her the phone. When I came into the room she was still in the tub and made no effort to cover herself. I couldn't stop myself from close examination of her beautiful bare breasts and she smiled and gave me a flirty wave as she took the phone with her other hand. 

Life was good. I couldn't wait to get home every day. Sharon felt pretty much the same way and we rarely went out on the town. When we did go out, we always wanted it to be with Beth and Eli. I had never gotten along so well with roommates before. We were all so comfortable around each other that no one ever had to feel like a third wheel if their partner was away. I even noticed Sharon was becoming more casual about walking around with little clothing on. Eli noticed too. I think that all four of us were excited by the prospects. At first, it was Beth that was particularly free about her body but soon Sharon seemed to be exposing herself so much that I suspected that it was becoming a competition. 

At first she would just do little things like walk out of the bedroom while she was still putting on her shirt. Soon it progressed to watching television in the living room in just panties and a t-shirt. Then the shirts became more provocative. She had tight ones, loose ones, transparent and torn ones. 

One time Sharon was about to come out of the bedroom in a particularly short pink t-shirt. She didn't know that I could see her and I watched her pause at the door, getting her courage to come out in front of Beth and Eli. The shirt was very old and we could all see through it clearly. To top it off, the shirt had been cut off just inches below the bottom of her boobs, which gave everyone a fantastic view of her perfect ass in a pair of very expensive silk panties. She came downstairs, got a beer and joined the rest of us watching television. Once she had mustered the courage to leave the bedroom, she was completely comfortable staying dressed that way.

Not to be outdone, Beth left at the next commercial and returned wearing a somewhat modest nightgown. On closer inspection, the nightgown was also transparent and she obviously had no panties on at all. We drank and laughed a lot that night. Every time Sharon raised her arms above her shoulders, we had a full view of her naked tits. And whenever Beth walked in front of a light or the television, we could see a silhouette of her entire body. There was so much sexual tension in the air that when we all finally went to bed, the entire house shook. Several times.

After a tough workout once, I mentioned to Beth that I was sore. She highly recommended that I use the jets in their tub for relief. It sounded so good that I decided to try it out. Beth was the only other person there and she was reading in the living room. I grabbed a pile of clean clothes, went to the master bedroom and filled the tub. As soon as I was undressed, I became extremely excited and nervous, wondering if Beth would walk in while I was there, naked in her bedroom. She never did, but the anticipation drove me so crazy that I nearly came without touching myself. I told Sharon about it that evening. I could tell that she wanted the same that combination of fear, embarrassment and sexual excitement.

We tried the tub out together several times in the next few weeks after that. Each time, Beth and Eli respected our privacy. And each time, we were excited and nervous at the thought of them walking in on us. We would get so worked up while in the tub, that we would end up running from their room to ours in nothing but towels, and making passionate love in our bed. 

The four of us were all watching television together one night when we all seemed to get horny at the same precise moment. I don't remember if it was the program or what but the room was dark except for the light from the TV. Sharon and I were lying on the floor casually kissing and when I looked up at the sofa, Eli had Beth's shirt off and was gently sucking on a breast. I motioned for Sharon to look and when she did, she seemed to melt. Suddenly I could feel intense heat from her entire body. We would kiss for several seconds and paused to watch them. Each time we returned to kissing, Sharon seemed hotter and bolder. I was about to start undressing her when she surprised me by making the first move. She quickly unbuttoned my jeans and removed my cock. 

Eli was frantically moving between Beth's breasts as she flung her head back in ecstasy. Sharon made a quick inspection of what the other couple was doing before she went down on me. As her lips covered me, I must have made an amusing face because when I made eye contact with Beth, she was full of smiles. Eli was laying her down flat as he began removing her panties. He moved slowly and kissed every inch or so. I was disappointed but understanding when Sharon stopped to watch them. I pawed at Sharon's tits through her shirt and she slowly pumped my cock. We watched Eli remove his pants and I think that Sharon was swaying with dizziness when his huge organ popped out of the opening in his boxers. Suddenly she needed one in her mouth. She sucked me with an unfamiliar passion and I knew that it was his cock that she was imagining in her mouth. I couldn't blame her since it was really Beth's bare breasts that had gotten me hard.

Beth grabbed Eli's penis before he could lower his boxers. Instead of taking it directly into her mouth, she proceeded to kiss it all over. Meanwhile, Sharon and I were trying to undress each other. It was difficult because we were constantly stopping to either kiss or watch. When dark scenes came on the television, we couldn't see very well so we would devote our attention to each other. But each time the television got brighter, we would instinctively turn toward Beth and Eli. 

After a particularly long series of dark scenes, the room lit up and all four of us were naked. Beth had one leg hanging off of the sofa and Eli was in position to enter her. Sharon quickly rolled over onto her hands and knees and motioned me into a doggie position so that we could both watch the other action. I slid into a very wet pussy just as I watched Eli enter Beth. 

Soon we were all pumping away, right in front of each other. Beth was very vocal and she encouraged Eli to look over at us. She was the first one brave enough to say anything. "Isn't she pretty? You like watching her tits swing, don't you?" Eli just smiled and enjoyed the sight of Sharon rocking toward him each time I slammed into her. Soon the talk was between all four of us. Sharon told Beth that she looked beautiful while she was getting fucked. Beth complimented me on my tight abs and perfect cock. It was the same kind of dirty talk that we had done in our bedrooms, but now we were doing it together.

Sharon wanted to change positions so we unhooked and she rolled onto her back. As we moved, we found ourselves several feet closer to the sofa. We were within touching distance of Eli when Sharon propped herself up on her elbows and opened her legs wide directly in front of him. I saw her look directly into his eyes as she touched her wet labia. Then she looked at me and said, "fuck me". As I got into position, I heard Beth say, "Oh, doesn't she have a beautiful pussy". And Eli responded, "yes". 

I quickly entered Sharon and was facing away from our friends. Each time I rubbed her breasts, I could hear both Eli and Beth mummer and I could tell that they enjoyed watching her boobs in my hands. Beth commented on how fun it was watching my ass flex as I made love. 

The verbal exchanges made the moment so frantic that we all came quickly and violently. Beth and Eli climaxed just before us and before I finished squirting my final throbs into Sharon, I saw Beth's cute butt running up the stairs. Eli was lying in naked recovery on the sofa and said, "Thank you for letting us see that". We both answered, "no, thank you" at the same time. Beth appeared on the balcony with a stack of towels and threw them at the three of us. I wiped up quickly and went to the kitchen and poured Gatorade for everyone.

With the lights coming on one by one, we were all getting even more familiar and comfortable with our naked bodies. I was surprised at how horny Sharon was. Within minutes, she was trying to get me hard again by touching and kissing my cock. This time the lights were on and Beth and Eli were watching every move we made. Just having them there in the room with us made me get hard again faster than usual. Before long Sharon laid back and pulled her ankles up nearly to her shoulders. I massaged her beautiful vagina as Beth and Eli put their noses just inches away from it and observed and praised it. I fucked Sharon again and for the first several minutes, the other couple watched us intently. It was fantastic. 

Beth had Eli lay on his back next to us as soon as he was hard again. Then she straddled his hips and slowly pushed him into her cunt. Soon, we could feel the heat from the couple fucking right next to us. Sharon was going so wild that I could feel her hips coming up off of the floor to meet my thrusts. I was pounding so hard, I was afraid that I might hurt Sharon. It was as if she couldn't fuck hard enough. I came long before Eli this time, and we all lost count of Sharon's orgasms before that. Beth seemed to cum less often than Sharon but with more intensity. She was still a three-to-one girl, at least.

We all made love for over four hours. It was almost non-stop and I set my all time record of four ejaculations in one night. I think that Eli did the same but it was hard to tell toward the end. I think that I humped for over an hour straight just before my last orgasm. Even after I was unquestionably finished for the evening, I got hard one more time just watching Beth play with her own tits as Eli fucked her. It was a great night.

That night changed everything. From then on, it seemed perfectly natural for any of us to be naked in front of each other. Sharon never again scolded me again for watching Beth, and I was somewhat turned on by the fact that she was getting her eyes full watching Eli. On weekends, the four of us spent hours romping around the living room wearing nothing at all. I yearned to touch Beth's body, but was always satisfied by Sharon's athletic passion.

The next big step happened a couple of months later. For several days, sexual activity had been particularly high. It seemed like all four of us were making an effort to remain naked most of the time and we teased each other constantly. When Beth and I were alone in a room together, she would often tweek her nipples while staring directly at my penis. This evolved into masturbation a few times but I never climaxed alone with her. Sharon told me of a similar incident once when she was in the house alone with Eli. They apparently got each other so worked up that they each went to their own room to finish up. This was not nudism. It was very erotic and very sexual. 

One early morning I came home from a grueling graveyard shift just as it was getting light. I didn't expect anyone to be awake but as I walked into the dimly lit living room, I had a very unexpected surprise. Sharon was flat on her back in the middle of the floor with her legs high in the air. Eli was balls-deep in her pussy and Beth was casually sitting in a chair watching them. I was both shocked and excited. I had suspected that maybe someday we would all feel comfortable enough to swap, but I thought it would happen when all four of us were there. As I walked into the room, Beth stood up and walked over to me. She said, "Don't be mad…are you mad? I talked them into it. I wanted to watch." The situation just seemed so absurd. I had just walked in on my girlfriend fucking her cousin's boyfriend, while she watched. My head was spinning and my cock was hard. "Get undressed, I'll fuck your eyes out as soon as they are finished." We both watched for about two minutes before they both came in a flurry of motion. As they were melting into recovery, Beth reached over and started slowly stroking my member. Sharon eventually recovered enough to notice that I had arrived. "Hi honey. Are you ok with this?" Beth interrupted before I could reply, "He seems fine."




Sharon



We all laughed a little, and then Beth and I started in. I caressed her breasts; the boobs that I had lusted after for so long. Her entire body was no more beautiful than Sharon's, but it was different. As many times as I had seen her naked, her skin still felt unfamiliar. Her hair was slightly thicker and her skin was just a bit softer. Her tongue danced differently in my mouth and on my cock. It was wonderful. Sharon and Eli watched intently as I explored every inch of Beth's body. As I put my finger to Beth's pussy, it didn't feel as hot as Sharon's, but it was wetter. I could tell that our partners were getting excited again as they watched us get into fucking position. I slid in quickly and Beth moaned loudly as I did. The inside of her pussy vibrated as she vocalized and I felt like I would cum instantly. 

After we worked into a rhythm, I noticed that Eli was hard again and pawing at Sharon. She moved her head between Beth and I and gave me a long French kiss on the mouth. It was such an amazing feeling to have my cock buried in one hot woman, while another one (my favorite) kissed me. After the kiss, Sharon moved back over to Eli and planted her mouth on his cock. Soon, I was watching her get laid again, while I pumped away in her cousin. Beth had a way of rocking her hips forward and back further than Sharon and the pressure on my dick caused me to cum violently and quickly. Her motion seemed to intensify as I started to cum and it felt like her pussy was literally sucking the cum out of me. It was a longer, more intense orgasm than I had ever had. Beth climaxed just as I was finishing.

Beth and I were ready for more action within minutes after watching Eli hump Sharon doggie style. The four of us spent hours trying every imaginable sex position. We all ended up skipping work and school for a couple of days.

This lifestyle went of for over two years before Sharon and I moved to another city for career reasons. The four of us still vacation together regularly and our trips always revitalize our sex lives for a while.



Sharon



I used to date Sharon about 5 years ago. We stopped seeing each other when she decided to move from New York to Los Angeles to follow her company in their move across the country. We had kept in touch only for a short while as our lives got busier. I am now 38 years old, 6 ft tall and 190 lbs. I have short brown hair and I try and keep myself fit by going to the gym several times a week. Sharon is also 38 and 5'6" tall. She has 36C breasts and has a slim but curvy build. She has dark blonde hair and gorgeous hazel eyes.

 I was checking my Facebook page and I noticed that Sharon had found me and requested to be my friend. I approved the request and sent her a hello message. To my surprise, she was already logged on and we started a conversation. I found out that Sharon was back in town visiting her family and she asked if we could meet and chat about old times. We set a date for the next night which was Friday.

 I remembered where Sharon's mom lived and I showed up at 7. Sharon answered my knock and when my eyes met hers it was like the 5 years never occurred. She looked amazing! She said hello, and gave me a soft kiss on my lips and walked out the door and headed to my car. I gazed upon the most perfect ass a woman could have, as she walked to the passenger door. I opened the car door and she slid inside. 

 I drove us to a nearby club where we used to go to drink and dance. Upon entering, Sharon said, "This place hasn't changed a bit. It's like I never left." Sharon and I found our favorite booth to be empty and we sat down across from each other. We talked and got to know each other again over a couple of drinks. I asked Sharon to dance, and we stayed on the dance floor for several songs. The last song was a slow number, and we danced close enough so I could take in the scent of her intoxicating perfume. 

 We wnt bact to our table and sat down in our seats to finish our last drink. Sharon slipped her foot out of her shoe and slid it up and down on the inside of my upper leg. That used to be her signal to me that she was in the mood for some lovin' and it was time to leave. I payed our bar tab and we headed back to my car.

 When we got inside my car, Sharon leaned over to me and said, "I want to relive some really good memories." Then she leaned over and kissed me. Sharon and I always had fantastic sex. We experimented with dozens of positions, and there were no holes barred. Knowing what was going to be coming my way, my cock began to grow in my jeans.

 Not a word was said between us during the quick drive to my apartment. When we arrived at my place, I shut and locked the door behind us, and I grabbed Sharon by the arm and pulled her to me. I kissed her passionately, our tongues meeting for the first time in several years. I led Sharon to my bedroom and I slowly undressed her, my hands gliding over her hot, very fit body. When I removed the last stitch of fabric from her body, I stood back and admired her. Her tits stood out proudly with only a very slight sag. Her stomach was still flat and her pussy was totally shaven, just as it had been when we were dating. Sharon was smiling at me as I took in her beauty and she said, "Like what you see?" All I could do was nod in agreement.

 Sharon asked, "Are you planning on getting undressed, or are you just going to stand there ogling me?"

 "You're just so beautiful." I muttered. "Much better than I remembered." I undressed quickly as she watched me. When I removed my underwear, my 8 inch cock bounced in front of me, hard as stone. 

 "I see you still keep yourself clean." Sharon said, Speaking about my shaved scrotum.

 "I've done it ever since you first shaved me." I replied. Then Sharon came over to me and lightly scratched my balls with her well manicured nails. She massaged them in her hand and knelt in front of me.

 "I've missed sucking on this beautiful cock." Sharon said. "I want to taste your cum." Sharon continued to squeeze my balls with her left hand and began to stroke my aching cock with her right. Her fingers didn't quite make it around my shaft as she pulled a drop of clear fluid from the tip of my cock. Sharon licked it off and kissed around the purple head. She got me slick with her saliva then took me into her warm mouth. 

 Sharon sucked on me slowly, remembering the way I liked it. She hit all the right spots with her tongue and she knew that she was driving me wild. Sharon drew my cock deeper into her mouth, and finally I was in her throat. She worked her throat muscles around the head of my prick and the suction she applied to the rest of my cock brought me over the edge. My cock began to spasm and twitch, jets of hot cum flooding her mouth. Sharon squeezed my balls and shaft, milking me of as much cum as she could. She let my cock slip from between her lips, and as she looked up at me with her hazel eyes, she swallowed my semen. "Delicious as always." she said.

 Sharon stood and kissed me, and I tasted my cum on her lips and tongue. I laid Sharon down on the bed and I crawled between her legs. It was my turn to relive some memories and I looked down at Sharon's pussy. She was already wet, and her labia were swollen and glistening with her juices. She smelled clean and the smoothness of her skin was exciting. Sharon slipped two fingers between her labia, and the French manicured nails looked amazing against the bright pink of her pussy. She let out a moan when my tongue dipped inside of her. My god did she taste sweet!

 I licked and sucked on her lips and played with her pussy with my tongue. I was avoiding her clit, and she tried to move her hips in order to try and make contact. Sharon started to rub her clit with her fingers, but I pushed them away. After a few minutes more of my teasing, I licked at her hardened clit lightly, and moans escaped from Sharon open mouth. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were tightly shut and her hands were gripping at the sheets. After a couple more licks, I slipped my lips over her clit and sucked hard. Sharon's hands moved to my head and pulled me in closer to her clit. Her breathing was getting faster and shallower and I knew she was close. Seconds later, Sharon began to convulse. I had a difficult time keeping contact with her clit during her orgasm. Quite a bit of her cum seeped from her pussy, and I tried my best to lick up all of her sweet juices. What I missed oozed down to her ass and dripped onto the bed, making a pronounced wet spot. I moved up and kissed Sharon and we rested in each others arms.

"That was fantastic!" Sharon said in between breaths. 

"I always enjoyed eating that gorgeous pussy of yours." I replied. "Your juices are still very sweet."

After about 20 minutes of resting and making pillow talk, Sharon lowered her lips to my soft cock. She sucked me to hardness, and when she let go of me she said, "Now fuck me with this beautiful cock."

 Sharon rolled over onto her back and I aimed my revived cock at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly slid inside, and when I was fully buried in her velvety cunt, I stopped all movement and said, "I've missed you very much. Your pussy is just as I remembered it. You feel amazing."

 "I've missed you and your cock too. Fuck me....please fuck me." Sharon said.

 I started to thrust in and out of her slick pussy. Sharon was still tight, and she got hotter the deeper I went. I looked down and watched her full tits bounce in time with my thrusting. I took the pink nipple of her left tit into my mouth and sucked on it. When it got stiff, I did the same to her right nipple. I was fucking and sucking on Sharon for 10 minutes when she said, "I want to be on top."

Sharon and I switched places. She took my cock into her soft hand and put the swollen head at her pussy. Sharon slid down my cock in a single stroke, and her ass rested on top of my balls. She put her hands onto my chest for support and she started to slide up and down on my aching cock. Every now and then Sharon would grind her clit on the base of my prick, causing her to moan loudly. Sharon bounced on my dick for 20 minutes, her orgasm building and finally taking over her. "Oh shit I'm cumming!" Sharon exclaimed. She arched her back and dug her nails into my chest as she came. She ground her pussy on me, her cum flowing down my balls and causing another wet spot on my bed. 

 Sharon climbed off my throbbing cock and rubbed her puffy pussy lips."You didn't cum." she said.

 "No, not yet." I replied.

 "What are you waiting for?" Sharon asked.

 "Your ass." I answered.

 Sharon laughed and got on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. I stood behind her and stuck my cock back into her slick cunt to get it slippery. When I placed the tip of my manhood at the tight entrance of her ass, Sharon stopped me and said," No one has been in my ass since you 5 years ago. Please be gentle and go easy."

 "I will. Let me know if it hurts." I replied. I slowly pushed my cock into her sphincter. When I got past her tight ass ring, I stopped and asked Sharon if everything was ok?

 "It hurts a little. Just go slow." Sharon said. I spit down onto my cock and slowly pushed my way deeper. I was surprised, yet happy that no one else had enjoyed Sharon's beautiful, firm ass since we split up. I took her ass cherry many years ago, and it felt like I was doing it all over again.

 When my cock could go no further, I asked Sharon how she felt. She replied,"I missed having you buried in my ass Babe. I feel so full of your cock right now. Start out slow and I will tell you when to have at it." I started out slow and easy, making love to Sharon's ass. I spit on my cock again to keep it lubed, and my thrusts got a little faster. "You feel sooo good." Sharon moaned. "Go ahead and fuck my ass, Sweetheart."

 I needed no further encouragement from Sharon. My balls were slapping against her wet pussy, as I stopped making love to her ass and started to fuck it. Sharon's hand moved to her clit and began to rub it, and she occassionally let her hand go back further to tickle my balls. I was slamming into her ass hard and deep and she was furiously rubbing at her pussy and clit. Sharon's butt was tight and her colon was super smooth. I watched my cock fuck her ass and the visual as well as the intense feeling was overwhelming. "I'm gonna cum!" I yelled. 

 "Cum in my ass Babe!" Sharon demanded. "Fill me with your hot cum!" Seconds later I grunted and shot ribbons of cum into Sharon's rectum. My cock spasmed over and over as I continued to thrust in and out of her. "I..I'm gonna cum too." Sharon yelped. Sharon rubbed her clit faster and then she loudly came again. Juices flowed down and coated the insides of her legs.

 I withdrew my softening cock from Sharon's well fucked ass. Her hole was gaping open and I could see some of my cum pooled inside. "My god that felt good." I said.

 As Sharon laid down she stated,"Mmmm, that was good. I needed that badly." After a few minutes of rest to catch my breath, I started a hot shower and Sharon and I soaped each other as we kissed. As the hot water cascaded over our bodies, Sharon asked, "Are you seeing anyone?"

 "No, not for a while." I answered. "Why do you ask?"

 "I have an opportunity to relocate back here and I really miss you and getting fucked by that wonderful cock of yours." Sharon stated. "Would you be interested in getting back together?"

 "Hell yeah!" was my reply. With my hands resting on Sharon's firm ass, I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. "Welcome home and back into my life. This is where you belong."

 Sharon and I spent the rest of the weekend fucking and making plans for her return. In about two weeks she will be back for good and life will be better.



Sharon



A short story (of Sharon):

Faustus Mortal is a fictional character. So is Sari Stone, for that matter. This is not to say that they were not inspired by living human beings; however, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and none should be inferred.

The day begins early with Faustus Mortal in the Basilica Cardinale. He is there each and every day as a religious. Once again he is greeted outside the Basilica by Sari Stone, a young college coed majoring in physics. She has heard of Faustus's prophesy and is curious about it. 

Sari Stone: Is it true what I've heard in rumors about you?

Faustus Mortal: What might that be? That I'm a "crackpot spammer"?

Sari Stone: No, that you hold Sharon Stone in high regard.

Faustus Mortal: Oh that! I should have told a vision to no man.

Sari Stone: Say again?

Faustus Mortal: I have made two serious errors as a scholar.

Sari Stone: Do tell.

Faustus Mortal: First, I prayed to Yahweh and got an answer.

Sari Stone: How is that a mistake?

Faustus Mortal: It was from the Prince of Darkness, that's it.

Sari Stone: Faustus's legacy.

Faustus Mortal: And it got me the title of "crackpot spammer." No matter, I would have been remiss to ignore it. What if it were correct? Then instead of being a "crackpot spammer" I would have been condemned to hell for all eternity for hiding the truth.

Sari Stone: Academics are that way. What about Sharon Stone.

Faustus Mortal: I have been accused of being infatuated by her.

Sari Stone: What is infatuated?

Faustus Mortal: It is said that I have the "hots" for her. Admittedly she is gorgeous, even at fifty-one years old. She is a true genius and a dynamic, terrific actress. But she is far out of my league. I would suffer even being in a crowded room with her. Which, incidentally has less than one chance in ten thousand in this lifetime. 

Sari Stone: So?

Faustus Mortal: What else is there to say? Some obtuse, arcane spirit---a spirit of immortality maybe---tormented me until I wrote her fan mail. The spirit was more the jinn than any holy spirit. And I told her the truth. Despite any logical or rational explanation I believed, I felt, I imagined that in the year three thousand her name would be remembered while Princess Di, Mother Teresa, and Jacqueline Kennedy would be forgotten.

Sari Stone: That is opinion.

Faustus Mortal: Well yes. I could not extrapolate this intuition from any logical set of events. It seemed so unrealistic, so absurd. She is a great actress. But immortal? Secular immortality of the kind that Vladimir Lenin was alleged to possess. I could not perceive of it. Yet there are atavistic senses, such as certain latent pheromones, that can induce thoughts and scenarios.

Sari Stone: Like the "Butterfly Effect"?

Faustus Mortal: Precisely. The "strange attractor." A butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil and twenty years later it induces a blizzard in Siberia. Sounds crazy, but it has mathematical validity!

Sari Stone: She says that she's a Buddhist. 

Faustus Mortal: Fates do things and the individual frequently can squirm and wiggle. Claim atheism, Catholicism, Calvinism, or Mormonism and it doesn't matter. It's the spirit---the jinn (or Djinn) or the workings of some strange attractor. No matter, like a dwarf star sucked into a black hole, there is no escape.

Sari Stone: You are saying that no matter what she does she is predestined for secular immortality.

Faustus Mortal: If that is Fate. But who am I to know? And why should I suffer some delusion anyway? As time passes I see no event that would project her into that dimension.

Sari Stone: So now you think that you were in error. Your "vision" was a hallucination. Maybe you really are infatuated with her. Did you see her "leg crossing scene"?

Faustus Mortal: Yes. But if I were to point out the most provocative scene it would be in "Total Recall" where she twisted her bra straps and said: "If you don't trust me, you can 'tie me up.'" 

Sari Stone nods.

Sari Stone: Do you still write fan mail to her?

Faustus Mortal: No. She would probably think of me as a stalker, a crazy old fool, or a hoary old curmudgeon. I did want to suggest avenues to immortality.  Take Paul Dirac, for instance. His Dirac delta function ensures his mathematical immortality. And Albert Einstein's theory of relativity puts him beside Newton in the history books. Scientists stand against religion but employ the same artifices for secular immortality. The bones of the saints are supposed to possess mystical and magical powers. Miracles attributed to holy martyrs gain them a page in the collected works of the holy ones. And inventors such as Thomas Alva Edison have a place in history as well. But a thousand years from now---how things may be different? I have read and heard it said that saints are not made; saints are born into the position. The do not choose sainthood, they are chosen to sainthood. This may be true. And even if all creation says one thing and one solitary voice speaks the truth, by certain influence the single voice will prevail. 

Sari Stone: You speak of scientists, saints, and inventors. What of Princes Dianna, Mother Teresa, or Paris Hilton. Is there no chance that they might also develop such immortality as you have alluded to?

Faustus Mortal: Certainly. Absolutely! Why not?

Sari Stone: Do you see any of these "immortals"?

Faustus Mortal: I do not. As a matter of fact I feel foolish, like an idiot for letting some crazy idea percolate in my headbrain [sic]. I should have strengthened my resolve and exorcized the demon, the jinn, the evil spirit from me. I cannot totally and fully describe how this idea, this vision, the obsession drove me. 

Sari Stone: You seem to be doing a good job to me. I am convinced that you were infatuated with the actress.

Faustus Mortal: I should have kept my big mouth shut.

Sari Stone: On that account I must agree with you. But I sense that you still harbor the delusion. "In the long run"

Faustus Mortal: Samuel Clements (Mark Twain) once said: "In the long run we will all be dead." That is one thing that I'm sure and certain of. The rest is uncertainty and "fog." I do understand how a song can become an earworm, repeating itself in one's mind. I understand the pheromone and its effect. I know how a certain expression can be lasting.



Sharon



Combing through my memories, I guess I have to admit that I've had a pretty good life. I also have to admit that when I was younger I did much of my thinking with what I call my reptilian brain, located in the head of my penis. Women can be lustful too, of course. But, for better or worse, they are more likely to fall in love. 

I married too young, at 21. No, she wasn't pregnant. We were still in college, living together off campus, and we gave in to strong parental pressure. It was 1970 in a small college town, and our parents considered what they called our "shacking up" to be immoral and unseemly. It wasn't long before I began to see that I had foolishly deprived myself of the varied sexual encounters my friends were experiencing. I was in the prime of life, at my sexual peak. I loved my wife, Penny, but I was troubled -- what had I done? When spring arrived the following year, and with it the usual multitude of cute coeds in their light dresses and bare legs, I became fanatic with lust. I kept it to myself, often masturbating to fantasies when Penny was out.

Penny graduated that spring and immediately took a full-time job to support me, as I took summer classes to finish up. After the fall semester, I would have enough credits.

That was the summer I met Sharon. Penny and I had heard from a friend that a guy named Dennis sold good pot, and we were running low. One evening we just drove to his mobile home back in the woods and knocked on the door -- it was that easy back then. When we told him who sent us, Dennis invited us in. He was tough looking, with a beard and tattoos -- a motorcycle mechanic. He introduced us to Sharon, his "old lady," who was wearing a short dress. 

Sharon, who worked part-time as a checkout girl at the local supermarket, was slim, with long, straight, blond hair, parted in the middle. She reminded me of Michelle Phillips, of The Mamas and the Papas, but her hair was oily, with a few snarls, like it hadn't been washed in a while, and she looked like she hadn't slept much lately. OK, she apparently hadn't washed her face that day, either. But it was definitely a cute face, and there were other good parts too -- curves in all the right places. 

We all sat down. We didn't have to tell Dennis what we were there for -- he lit a glass pipe for us to try what we were about to buy. Sharon, her legs tucked beneath her, sat next to him on a couch across the small living room. As we passed the pipe around, I began to sneak looks at her. A few times, when Dennis was looking the other way, our eyes met, and that perked me up. Once, I thought I saw her raise her eyebrows. This is good stuff, I thought to myself, but had I imagined it? If not, what did it mean? Ambiguous. Enticing.

My ganja-enhanced daydreaming was cut short by an unexpected question from Dennis: "Would you like to snort some smack?"

Penny and I glanced at each other. We were both surprised, and a bit scared -- we had drawn the line this side of heroin, but we had never before been asked to try it. We held our ground.

"No thanks," I replied.

"No biggie," said Dennis. "Maybe next time. I can sell you that, too. We do it all the time, right Share?" Sharon nodded, but I sensed she was a little uneasy."

Just a few days later, I saw Sharon on the soccer field I was crossing on my way home from class. She had seen me first. As we came closer to each other, she gave me that look again -- the raised eyebrows. This time I returned the look, and she chuckled.

"Hi," she said. She just smiled.

"Hi, yourself," I said, staring into her blue eyes.

It was a hot day, and she was sweaty. She was barefoot, and her feet were dirty. Maybe she had been playing Frisbee earlier, I thought. There was an awkward pause before I took a deep breath and dove in. I heard myself laying it right out there: Although I knew it was wrong, since I was married, I said, I had been very attracted to her the other night. Boy, did honesty pay off: She said she had figured as much, and was attracted to me, too, and that was the reason for the raised eyebrows -- inquiring about the possibilities. I felt a sort of electricity between us. Her eyes were saying, "Take me," and my helpless heart was racing as she said she was as good as married too, and that Dennis would be furious if he thought she was cheating on him.

"He has a gun," she added.

It took a minute to register, through my reptilian thoughts.

"Uh-oh," I said quickly. But that didn't stop me from motioning for her to follow me into the woods. We didn't touch; someone might have noticed.

I found a good spot way back in the trees, with little underbrush. Nervous, guilty, I kissed her. She kissed back. Game on.

We began to nuzzle and pet. She certainly wasn't shy. Sucking my tongue into her mouth, she reached down into my shorts and gently held my penis as it swelled from partial to full erection. Still standing, we stepped away from each other, kicked a few sticks away, kicked off our sandals, and, in unison with nervous giggles, pulled down our shorts and undies. We left our T-shirts on, but I could see pert nipples through hers.

Immediately, Sharon is squatting in front of me, taking me in her mouth. I was already hard, but just two of her suck stokes are enough to turn me from hickory to iron. Instead of lying down on her back like every other girl I'd had sex with, she gets down on her hands and knees in the leaf litter. She was "presenting" -- for me! And she is a natural blonde, though her pubic hair is a darker shade. I see that delightful bearded clam, the cleft bulge of spongy flesh that draws me so profoundly, dominates my dreams waking and sleeping, captivates me, drives me, then and now, like nothing else. Still smiling, she twists her head back to look at me, raises her eyebrows, smiles. An engaging blend of generosity and lust, that sweet smile is branded forever on my memory.

Kneeling behind her now, I slide my hand slowly down her back, feeling every vertebra, and caress her silky buttocks. There I linger, moving my fingers up and down her bottom crease. She shivers, sighing. I spread my hand over her behind and push slightly forward, and she lowers herself from hands to forearms, so her rear end points upward. My hand goes between her legs, and I stroke her smooth inner thighs. She parts her legs further, and I smell her arousal. By the time my fingers reach the velvety flesh of her lower lips, she is soaking with desire. I palm her vulva, with my wrist and forearm curving up between her butt cheeks. She begs me to enter her, and my penis is certainly willing, but I decide to make her wait. Gently, my fingers explore the slick folds of her labia, briefly touching the live wire of her clit, which elicits from her an expectant moan.

At last, I slide my thumb into her pink socket. I slowly slide my other hand up her flat tummy and under her shirt to cup a breast. She is breathing heavily. Her long, blond hair is spread out over the leaves now. She starts to rock her hips, then dips her head down to look back beneath her. She watches my hand with palpable anticipation. I remove my thumb and insert my two middle fingers and begin to pump them in an out, ever so slowly. With my little finger I tickle her clit, which is rising, hardening. With my still-moist thumb, I press lightly against her anus. With my breast hand, I pinch her nipple. Then I pick up the tempo, doing everything harder, faster. She gasps, whips her head up to face the sky, arches her back like a stretching cat, and comes hard. Her vagina clamps down on my fingers as she bucks and shudders. She is crying, then laughing. She is grateful!

We sit together on the forest floor as she recovers her strength. She leans her head on my shoulder and say mischievously, "Now, if only I could think of a way to thank you."

My erection had begun to shrink, but it perks up at that remark, and she notices. Her hand goes out to it, and in no time it is iron again. And before I know it, she is crouching over me, with her hands on my shoulders. As she bends forward to kiss me with her moist upper lips, she envelopes the helmet of my prick with her lower ones.

"The friendliest thing two people can do," she says, and plunges violently down. Wow. She just stays there awhile, all her weight in my lap, and links her hands behind my neck. Smiling mischievously again, she begins to contract her vaginal muscles rhythmically. I groan with intense pleasure. As I hoped she would, she rises up my iron pole, then, down again. Then up, then down, increasing slightly in speed and contracting on the upstroke -- milking me, you might say. All I'm doing is moaning and groaning. She gets going rather fast for about 30 seconds or so, but crashes all the way down to stay, wraps her arms around me, and holds tight. I feel more of her contractions, but now they aren't rhythmic at all; they are coming in random bursts -- staccato spasms that drive me over the edge. I send my own powerful spurts -- my own staccato bursts -- up inside her.

Soon after that, she leans forward and I recline, looking up into her eyes. Her still-fluttering vagina retains my wilting but satiated penis. I knew this would not be -- could not be -- the last time I would be inside that sweet tunnel of love.

"Do you feel guilty?" I asked, after a long reverie.

"Not a bit. See you again soon?"

"You'd better believe it!"

Two days later, walking to the post office in the little village just off campus, I was wearing parallel grooves in my brain. I was worrying about cheating on Penny, yet simultaneously scheming how and where I could meet Sharon again. Suddenly, there she was. I was delighted to see her, but couldn't show it in public. She knew that of course, and we didn't touch. 

"Follow me," she said, and we walked half a block to a dead-end alley, me watching the backs of her bare legs below her short dress. There was a dumpster there, and she pulled me behind it and kissed me.

The kiss doesn't last long, though, because she squats, unbuckles my belt, pulls down my jeans and boxers, and immediately closes her mouth around my rising penis. She begins to slurp and suck gently. With one hand, she fondles my balls. With the other, she grasps the base of my dick. After some in and out, she takes my whole member down deep in her throat. "Ohmygod," I say, just before erupting. She swallows every drop and licks me clean, smiling up at me with dreamy eyes as I lean back against the dumpster, weak in the knees. Then she stands up, kisses me on the cheek, whispers, "Come over Tuesday at noon," and walks away. My only thought, as I pull up my pants: Penny will be at work then.

In the trailer on Tuesday, sitting on the couch and wondering were Dennis is, I'm petting the back of Sharon's head as we pass a joint back and forth. I notice she is cleaner today, her hair more neatly brushed than usual. Between tokes, we kiss. Then she stands, takes my hand, and leads me down the short hallway to the bedroom. Primly, she asks me to please undress. As I do so, she takes a jar of Vaseline off the nightstand, opens it, grinning. Still following instructions, I lie down on my stomach, and she sticks her finger up my ass! Then two! In and out they go, twisting on the outstroke. By now, I'm hard. On the next stroke, her fingers go even deeper, as if they are here to stay, and they begin to massage my prostate. I start to hump the bed. I feel her free hand sliding under my abdomen, but before it even reaches its destination, I start to come. Quickly, she closes her hand around my ejaculating penis, as her other hand continues the deep prostate massage, and I continue coming, in buckets.

When I recovered, I confessed I had been an ass virgin.

"You poor thing," she mocked. The corners of her mouth turned up, and her eyes sparkled.

I think right after that was when she first used the "L" word. And I think I lamely responded, "I love you, too." Naturally, that only encouraged her to fall more deeply in love with me, and from that day forward I worried about not only hurting Penny, but losing her altogether in a messy upheaval from which no one could emerge unscathed. I wasn't being fair to either woman, and I began to see that I was using Sharon. But the sex was good. Really good.

I may have been using her, but I didn't get bored. She was looking better and better -- healthy skin, clean hair, clean all over. She was taking care of herself, feeling better about herself, and I knew it was because of me. She dominated my thoughts. She was the main energy, the main focus in my life. I still loved Penny, in a different way. For one thing, Penny had been to college, Sharon had not. I'm not saying Sharon and I couldn't have a good conversation, but there was a gulf between us.

Once, right after making love, Sharon said, "I hope you're not just here for my vagina." I hid my surprise and quickly replied, "Of course not," and kissed her deeply to prevent the conversation from going any further. 

By then we had our trysts down to a schedule -- certain mornings or afternoons, three days a week. I guess we both lived for those rendezvous, but with a difference: While I would have been content for them to continue forever, she was fantasizing about the future -- about me leaving Penny. Now and then, Sharon would allude to the possibility of us running off together to make babies and live happily ever after. Sometimes it was subtle, sometimes more direct. For the subtle times, I would change the subject. For the more direct ones, I would say something noncommittal, yet loving.

Here's another example of why I led her on: I have a particularly strong memory of one warm afternoon at the trailer. I knew she had probably heard me riding in on my bike at the appointed time, but I always made a point to knock. This time, before my knuckles even hit the frame of the screen door, she called, "Come on in." She stood at the end of the hallway, at the entrance to the bedroom, in a yellow cotton dress. I took a couple of steps toward her, and, with a shrug of her shoulders, the dress fell to the floor. No underwear. In fact, no pubic hair -- she had shaved. Her pussy was smooth and white. Her legs were together, and in the middle of the V was that enchanting crease, like the crease in a ripe peach. My mouth watered.

She holds her arms out to me, but as I approach she takes a couple of steps back and flops onto the bed behind her, her lower legs hanging over the edge, her toes barely touching the floor. Down on my knees, I kiss the crease lightly, savoring the feel of her smooth, puffy mound against my lips. Ever so slowly, she raises her knees, opening her legs, unfolding her pink petals to me. With a mind of its own, my tongue slips down the groove and into her flower. Soon those fragrant folds were slick, and Sharon was moaning. The gates of heaven.

"Come in me," she whispers. I rip off my clothes, exposing my raging hard-on. She holds up her arms, and I dive into them, trembling with desire and plunging all at once into her sopping quim. She grunts from the impaling, just as I knew she would, then envelopes me in her arms, legs, and vagina. There is nothing like those first few strokes.

Afterwards, we light up, and before long we are horny again, as we knew we would be. She gets up on all fours, tilts her ass up. "Sock it to me," she hisses. Clearly, she needs it now -- no nonsense.

I laugh. "Which hole?"

"Both!"

I slid into her wet cunt again, but this time I knew I could last. I pumped until I got her going, then pulled out and started sliding my dick along her ass crack.

"The Vaseline," she pants. "I snag the jar off the nightstand, pop the lid, and scoop out two fingers' worth. Into her rectum goes the first finger, then the other, then both go deep. From deep in Sharon's throat comes a primal groan, and my erection twitches. Suddenly I realize I want this as much as she does, so I waste no time substituting my dick for my fingers.

It was different -- very tight. I reach around to stroke her clit and labia. As she starts to buck, I grab her long hair -- it just seems like the natural thing to do. I pull gently, but hard enough to raise her head up. She gasps. I quicken my fingers on her snatch, but keep my strokes at her back door slow and even.

Her vocalizations are such a turn-on; I wish I could do them justice. First, she makes a loud, cooing sound, something like, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOO, OOOOOOOOOOOOO," and through my dick I feel tremors. Then, shouting, "UH! UH! UH!" her whole body shakes like a convict in an electric chair. Then she goes limp, slumping forward to a prone position. I stay in her, and my hand is under her wet, spongy mound. This position makes her ass even tighter, though not dry. What she does next, after taking a minute to recover, is amazing. She knows I haven't come yet on this round, so she locks her ankles around my legs to hold me down and then starts squeezing those firm butt cheeks, in the process squeezing the slick, snug cave that holds my penis. (She's done this before for Dennis, I realize, but who cares?) All of sudden, she manages to slide her hand down beneath her body and between our legs to hold my sack, which she squeezes. It is just a slight squeeze, but I know another is coming, and when it comes, so do I. I send a gusher up her innards.

"I love you," she says.

I'm gulping for air. I don't reply.

The affair continued another couple of months. She asked if we could get together more often. I put her off. We had to be super-secretive, I explained, because I was scared of my wife finding out and/or Dennis finding out and blowing my head off. I could tell Sharon was losing patience, and she didn't seem as committed to the whole secrecy thing as I hoped she would be.

Now that I'm older, I can see that we were merely following the trajectory of most affairs, as if acting out a script. More and more, Sharon said we should run off together and never look back. My answers were always elaborately worded excuses designed to give her a thread of hope without actually saying much of anything. But she was no dummy, and these talks would often end with her crying, and me leaving, feeling awful, my stomach in knots.

What a creep I was, right? Is it true Italian men have long-term mistresses? I just wanted a mistress without tears. Years later, I confided this wish to a friend. His reply: "A mistress without tears is a whore." 

To make a long story shorter, I finally broke it off. I knew I had to choose, and I chose Penny. It was a bad scene, with lots of crying. Two weeks later, I saw Sharon coming up a walkway on campus, wearing a big backpack. She knew my whole schedule by then. She came right up to me, looked straight into my eyes, and started to cry. Through the tears, she told me she had a bus ticket in her pocket, had left Dennis that morning (he didn't know yet), and was moving back to Florida to live with her parents.

I said I was sorry. I had nothing else to say. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. She turned her back and walked away, toward the bus station. I watched her. She looked back, once. I didn't go after her. 

That was the last I saw of Sharon, though I have thought of her often over the years. Some of those times, I've cried.

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Sharon Amber



"Pee in me, now." 

"Not yet, Amber." I answered to her newly invented nickname. "Sit up a moment. You need to spread your ass cheeks for me."

"Please do this first, I'm begging. You don't know how much I need this..."

"No, I will, I said I..."

"You said you would. You promised. You promised you'd put your cock deep in my pussy and fill my bladder with your pee."

"Slow down a bit, I'll piss inside you if you want me to, you need to sit up first."

Reluctantly, with some small remaining energy, Amber lifted her casual body and balanced on her knees. She pulled her soft ass far enough apart that her asscrack now disappeared. I gently pushed down on the tops of her thighs so her spread ass was now held open propped on top of the heels of her feet. She grinded her hips a half turn to get comfortable as her toes splayed on the carpet of the truck.

Up close, her swollen hole didn't disappear into the little milk chocolate whirlpool it had been a few minutes earlier, but had become a little puffy, a little more attractive. I noticed she had a small birth mark only an inch or so northeast from her hole. It must only become visible when she spread her cheeks, so this may be the first daylight this mark has ever seen, circling her brown little star like a planet revolving around a sun. Only like a film negative where all the colors are reversed. It was such a beautiful little hole I could kiss all day and touched it with my tongue.

"I'd love you to do this one thing for me."  She sighed and quietly reached a hand between her legs for my hand to hold. I cradled her small hand and placed a small dot of saliva on the fingerprint of her ring finger before gently blotting out her hole. I pushed her finger inside with my index finger, as another of her sighs was cut short followed quickly by a deep sharp inhale of surprise. Our fingertips disappeared inside her asshole as I held and guided her hand with mine. A musky mix of oils, sweat and cotton panties now made heavier in the air with our mixed humidity. Like dancing partners, my hand led hers as our fingers swirled around first inside then outside her still moist rectum. As our dance ended, I led our fingers out and as they further withdrew a string of my warm cum suspended itself between her closing hole and the tip of her finger catching the light like a high wire at the circus. I kissed her finger as her smell entered my nose. The string collapsed from the tension into a small colony of my cum bubbles collecting and leaving her ass down her inside thigh.

I closed my hand around hers and squeezed hard as I leaned in close enough to extend my tongue. I blew some warm breathe and licked. Each time her ass puckered, tightened, then relaxed in surprise at the sudden change in temperature. She unconsciously ground her hips another half turn. A small cum bubble emerged from her ass to join the others as I reached to interrupt it with the tip of my tongue. It didn't burst but lay suspended between us, her ass and my tongue, connected in a thin film, as I flattened my tongue wide. With one broad stroke wiped thoroughly clean her crack from bottom to top. I could feel every pore as every taste bud woke up to her flavors mixed with my own salt. I loved licking ass.

"You don't understand, I need your pee so bad. Look it's..." her voice trailed off.

As I brought my face closer into her ass, I slid my hands down the tops of her thighs. Then across her bunched panties and around the curve of each knee. Amber instinctively adjusted one then the other, so that now each hand was pinned under each knee. I had face pressed deep in her ass. She moaned softly and was wiggling more comfortable now as I cradled her in my open hands. She leaned forward to rest her hands on the tops of her knees and allowing our hands to touch, her ass rose deeper into my waiting face. Her ass smelled different every inch closer to her little round muscle. I opened my mouth wider to allow the condensation of my breath to collect between the folds of her tight starburst anus. I pointed the tip of my tongue like an icicle and stabbed deep into her. I dug my tongue so far into her my pressed firmly against the oily skin.between her cheeks. Over and over I stabbed her until in one heaving orgasmic motion I could feel her legs and stomach constrict as she pushed my cum deposit onto my tongue in one long push. She ejected my entire wad in one beautiful perfect ball of translucent as it collapses in my mouth.

"My Gosh,!" Amber heaved orgasmic and began to collapse as I pushed her off my hands to kiss her with a full mouth of cum before she could start a new sentence. I held her from behind like that for a moment, with my hands resting on herlittle bit of belly that's always cooler than the rest of her body. We spit our juices back and forth washing our my fluids together. 

"Oh my gosh did I just do that to you?" was all she could whisper as my cum lost its sheen around the corners of her lips. "I can't believe we just did that." She exhaled deeply,  "I'm begging you now, I'm so hot now. I need you to pee in me please I 'm going to be late."

 I loved fucking her ass. I slid in then nearly the entire shaft out, as she crammed her ass back down my entire length. I slid the entire length of my cock in one very slow stroke as she reached back and pulled my sides, forcing me to provide the deepest slamming thrusts. Whispering "Pee in me or I'm going to be get in trouble." She brought me out of my daydeam.

I spread the walls of her waiting pussy as she clamped down on my throbbing tool. Having shot my load in her ass, I prepared to give her the watering she was begging for. It seemed like pissing inside a woman is an act easier imagined than performed. Like a slingshot that you've pulled all the way back, but are unable to release, the tension builds and builds straining until at last one warm drop finally entered her canal. Pull the slingshot back and the tension only increases, yet a second drop of my urine splashed deep inside her pussy as my helmet pushed again against her bladder. I can't believe I am pissing in this woman, even that she's asked to be pissed in. I caught my bladder distracted and the full rushing stream of urine raced from my hard cock into Amber's waiting cunt. The entire bone of her pelvis twist downward to accept my piss as my penis was tugged by its base forward. The full gush of my bladder entered her tightly and although I had to go, just as quickly as it had started it stopped. My bladder, momentarily shy, stopped midstream. Perhaps only enough to half fill your coffee cup. Though my urine now lubricated us together, I withdrew in increasingly longer and deeper thrusts. Our two pools of urine in her bladder mixed together. Her pussy hair was wet as if just exiting the shower dangled int eh sun. I wanted to taste the small mix of hair and fluid in my mouth to dry her pussy off. I withdrew my cock expecting a waterfall of unplugged urine to fall from her womb splashing onto my face.

"Don't stop! There's no way I can fail this test, so please give me as much pee as you can!"

"What are you talking.."

"It's about my job. I don't mean to be..."

"You're a prostitute?" I said half joking.

"NO!" as she punched my chest, " The pee test is about my job. I'm going to get fired if you don't piss an awful lot right away."

My sore penis caught the light through the back window of the truck glistening cleanly, unexpectedly let loose a blasting stream of hot piss splashing across her back and into her jet black hair. She quickly turned her head mouth open to catch my piss directly drenching her face and into her waiting mouth as she squealed with delight. She slammed down on my cock with all her strength allowing the full stream of my water to explode into her ass. While we kissed the entire contents of my bladder drained. I rammed her ass harder than before. As tears collected in her green eyes, she shuddered violently and in waves came a second time. A hot puddle of amber liquid drained in the small of her back, as I pulled out and lowered my head to wipe her pussy and ass dry with my tongue. A few more drops of piss and cum collected on the lips of her teenage vagina.

Her intense orgasms passed but her thighs twitched on for a few mintuer more. "That was incredible, I have to dry off and go." Amber began to collect herself and made ready a hasty exit.

"Ok, sorry. I don't want you to lose your job, just fooling around. Return the favor and piss in my mouth before you go, let me taste us." 

"Just a little though, I have to save you for my test." I positioned myself squarely as she squirted a few well aimed arrows of piss and juice straight into my open mouth. It splashed over my tongue onto the roof of mouth, before continuing to my throat. I closed my eyes and swallowed a bit as it mixed with the fresh taste of my own jism. She reach her head back signaling, waiting for a kiss and the chance to once again share our combined fluids passing between our lips. Pouring from my mouth into hers, splashing backward into her mouth, she swallowed. A few final drops followed the curve from her back down her ass, the fold of her pussy, to hair, to air, to ground, and splash into the carpet.

She paused in aftertaste long enough for me to push her on her belly and straddle her back. Some urine collected on my chin mixing with my sweat and the taste of her ass and my cum.

"One more game, of Guess the Letter I'm Writing On Your Back." As I dried my hard cock wiping myself in broad strokes across her back. Unaware of the shape impressed on her back as her mind processed the name of the game with the imagery of what I was doing with my cock. My fingers stuck sticky to the underside of my tool by the mixture of our combined glue.

"Wait, what? Oh, that's a letter G" She asked with more urgent and anxious frustration, than humor left. Maybe it was also that her lungs were being compressed and she was running out of air. Either way she was wrong.

"Not even close, no cigar." I prepared to write it out a second time a little slower. The slit at the tip of my cock opened and a drop of urine left as one final bubble of cum left unnoticed from her ass.

"B? I don't know please let me up, I have to go pee now." She pleaded.

"Stop already. One more guess, then that's it." I had her straddled on the floor of the pickup with her bare back still giving off a little coconut smell of the Coppertone she'd put on after breakfast. The contrast between her lightly tanned back and the red and blue mushroom tattoo at the small of her back stood in contrast too the white of my thighs and the hair on my legs. The tip of my cock rested a little to the left of the cap of the mushroom giving the illusion there were two tips to my cock. I could feel the humidity off the back of my balls collecting now in the crack of her ass, forming a drop and sliding down into her crack and into her hole.  This time I was determined she would guess. I grabbed the shaft of my joint and in a very slow drag up one side of her back across her shoulders in a broad sweep of curve as a shape took shape, finally advancing the tip of my penis down the other side of her back and stopping precisely at her tickle spot. For the proper punctuation, I gave her a good stab in the side hard enough that the purple of my head disappeared in her side just as she arched sideways in a squealing gasp. "Period!"

For a moment as the tip of my cock wiped away the sheen of the suntan lotion and the pressure created first a lighter impression as the blood in the skin was forced away, then slighter hint of redness as it returned, for that split second you could see a big shape of a heart on her back.

"B, as in I have to pee."

"No Amber, it's an R as in rectum. Do you remember where that is? It's the part of your body with my wet cum in it and saliva on it. It's a HEART silly. OK, game over, go take your test." My cock now lay squarely in the center of her back and perfectly concealed the mushroom tattoo underneath and nicely resting in the folds of her plaid skirt, not quite wrinkling the pleats but leaving enough small pubic hairs behind that it would need a hand to brush it once or twice to not be obvious.

"Ok, R as in rectum, can I get up now, please? I have to go inside now or their going to make me wait and I'll leak all over the floor I have to pee really bad now, I promise I'll be right back."

As I slid back down on her legs a bit, Amber gained enough leverage to lift herself up on her elbows. The grit in the truck's carpet started to dig into her elbows and leave impressions across her breasts and tight belly, as her elbows dug in deeper and created their own red wrinkles, she turned her head and I could smell her shampoo. I tasted a mixture of urines on her wet pussy and dug my tongue deep into her ass with a twirling motion to see how ticklish she was as she yelped. Her asshole clamp down on my hot tongue with a final kiss before we said goodbye. Up went the cotton panties and down went the skirt as she jumped out of the side door towards the lab.

"I'll pee in the cup but I'm full of your pee, so I better not fail. And the test lab is opening now so I'll be right back". Pulling her shirt over her head.

"Very clever, as long as the nurse doesn't recognize my specimen. Hey, they don't do a taste test, do they?"

She Laughed, "I dunno, but, do you think the nurse would think it strange if I started drinking your pee after I filled it up the cup, I mean, It's not like it's mine, right?"

"Ya, but I think that'd be incest?"

"Isn't it incest if you drink own pee, not someone else's" as she slid her foot into her second sneaker.   "If I put it inside me it becomes mine. I can do whatever you want with it. Splash it on the nurse, if I want."

"Please just don't shit piss in the cup."

"I'd just say I'm taking a lot of of vitamins. Do you think any of your spunk is in left in my ass? I can give you some more of that to remember me."

As she poised to jog across the parking lot, I shouted, Good luck on your test..." I paused before finishing "Amber!"

"My name is Sharon!" She stopped and smiled with a twinkle..

"You mean like I'm Sharon my piss with you?" Our first date, if you would call it that, ended just like that. Sharon found out she passed her urine test a few days later. Even though she had to take a test once every few months or so after that, all that pre-test pissing fun became part of our routine sex play. That was nearly ten years ago and even though she hasn't had to pass urine test in years, Sharon loves it when I piss in her ass and all that fun back and forth. We've even gotten dirtier over the years, if you can believe it.

Anyway, that's not the story we tell most people of how we met, but that's how it happened.