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By: sex4u4647



Having just moved in to my apartment I didn't know any- one in the building, except the super. It was a small one bedroom, but big enough for me to live in when I wasn't on the road. I started my new job as a claims adjuster for an insurance company last week, and needed mainly a place to work out of.

The work was interesting and it kept me on the move. I had different types of cases every week, some times auto, some fire, accident. Mostly double checking claim forms to keep people honest.

My apartment was on the fifth floor on the inside of an H shape building, among a group of simular buildings. Most of the tenents were young single men and women who worked in offices and stores in the area.

Friday evening after a long hard day, I just wanted to relax, watch some TV, go to bed early. After showering and grabbing a bite to eat, I turned on the idiot box. Not a damm thing worth watching.

I turned off the TV and stood naked at the window drink- ing a cup of coffee, just looking at nothing, relaxing. The windows were from knee high to the ceiling but with all the lights out I guessed no one could see me in the dark.

Across the way about fifty feet, a light went on in an apartment on the fourth floor and a young girl entered her bedroom. I could see her very clearly, slim, attractive, short dark hair, wearing black slacks and a white sweater.

While I watched, she unbuttoned her sweater, removed it then took off her slacks. Standing there in bikini panties and bra, she looked very sexy. Unsnapping the bra she threw it on the bed and rubbed her tits. Her tits were not large but nice.

The young lady went through the door to the bath, out of my sight for about ten minutes. When she returned to sight she was totaly naked with just a towel wrapped over her hair A pretty young girl in the privacy of her bedroom, totaly naked and not aware that she was being watched.

I knew that I shouldn't be doing this, but she looked so good and she really should close the drapes. Putting on a robe she turned off the light and left the room.

Just as I was turning away another light went on in a different apartment. This time a couple came in, hugged then kissed and fell to the bed embracing. As I watched they un- dressed each other and the woman started to suck on the mans prick.

Here I was, in the dark, standing at the window, peeping at a strange couple making out. Stupid, but exciting. It had been a couple weeks since I've had any loving, and I had a stiff prick in my hand. Masterbating while watching a girl give a blow job. Fuck it, who cares?

The woman had medium long blond hair, nice hips and good sized tits. The mans hair was black, and he had a good build They switched around on the bed, she spread her legs, the man climbed between them and they fucked.

Still working my hard cock I could feel the churning in my balls and I shot a load of cum on the window in front of me. Going to the bathroom and returning with tissue to clean the cum running down the glass, I saw that the lights were out.

Looking around I could see into fifteen different apart- ments, some very clearly, a few only parts of. Most all had the lights on, and I could see people either Watching TV or eating dinner, in one kitchen there were two couples playing cards. In another bedroom a man was getting dressed. Dam it doesn't anyone close their curtains.

About an hour later I looked out to see if there was any thing interesting to see. There was. In the kitchen where two couples had been playing cards, there was now two naked women sitting on the table, side by side with two naked men on their knees eating their pussys. Shit, this is great. I was getting an eyefull of apartment living. 

Getting a pair of binoculars I returned to the window in time to watch the men switch women, each moving to lick the cunt of the other woman. One man stood up and putting his cock to his partners pussy started to fuck her right there on the table.

I had a hard cock again and started to jack off, again, if this kept up I was going to wear myself out. But watching all the action kept me horney. I wish it was me licking on that pussy or getting fucked.

Just as my cum was shooting at the window again the four people got up and all taking hands went into the bedroom, but didn't turn on the lights. I couldn't watch any more there so I looked in other windows.

It was like looking into a candy store. Every where I looked there was some action. And with the strong glasses It was almost as if I were in the room myself.

One apt. had two people fucking on the couch in the liv- ing room, another bedroom showed a couple fucking in bed, in a corner apt. a woman laid on a bed using a dildoe in her cunt. In the third floor front I could see two men sucking each other. Two more rooms had a naked woman in them, one was watching TV, one just walking around cleaning her apt.

The best view was of one man with two girls. They were in bed he was licking the pussy of one while the second one sucked on his prick. Both girls had nice tits and I could see that one had shaved her cunt.

They moved around, the guy laid on his back, the girl that had been blowing him sat backwards on his face, while the other lowered her cunt on his upright cock. The women started to handle each others tits and kiss one another. It looked as if everyone was enjoying this threesome.

Doubleing back to the other apts to check, the girl with the dildoe had finished and turned out the light. The women in the other two were still naked but now both were watching TV. Even the two men were gone from view. The couple on the couch were done and just laying there naked. The other light was out.

Moving back to the threesome. I noticed they had switched again, one girl was eating the other and the man was fucking her from the rear. My prick was getting hard again. 

This was better than a porno show. Live people that did not know that they were being watched. 

I was playing with my cock when a light went on in an apartment up across from me on the sixth floor. There in the window stood a naked well built young lady, she blew a kiss to me and waved. Standing in the window she cupped her tits with her hands and held them up as if offering them to me. I just stood there with my cock in my hand, shocked. 

There must be enough light comming in the window for her to see me. She must have been watching me, while I was watch- ing the others. Holding one pretty tit she bent her head to it, sticking out her tongue she licked the nipple. Her other hand was between her legs playing with her pussy. She was putting on a show for me.

I realized she must have already seen me jackoff, so what did I have to hide now. I turned on a light and jacked off for her once again. Splashing cum on the window for the third time that evening.

When I finished, I saw her holding a large card with a number on it, it was a phone number. Hers? I called it.

"Hello, I'm Kim, Whats your name?" a sultry voice asked me. "Did you enjoy the view?"

"Yes, very very much, as you could plainly see." I told her. "The name is Richard but they call me Rick, Do you know that you are beautiful?"

"Thanks, how do you like our building with all its views? Isn't it fantastick? Kim asked. "I've lived here six months and have seen almost everything you could think of."

"This place is wild. Do you show off a lot? I asked. "Do the other people know they can be seen?"

"Almost all of us leave the drapes open. I like to watch and be watched, and so does most everyone here." She said."I can see two girls in the apt next to yours eating each other right now. In the bedroom under yours two men are fucking one girl at the same time.

"Wow, I would like to see that." I told her. "I watched two girls on one man a while ago."

"Put on a robe and come up, we can watch together."

Less than five minutes later I was knocking at her door, Kim opened the door still totally naked. She had dark brown short hair, very pretty face, two large beautiful tits with pointy nipples, nice shape, big but not fat, and a bush of dark hair covering her pussy. A damm sexy woman.

"Welcome to my web, said the spider to the fly, be care- ful or I might eat you!" Kim said, as a welcome. Taking my arm she led me to the window to look at the three people on the bed across the way.

The girl was in a sandwich, one man on his back, the girl laying on top getting fucked, and the other man screwing her in the ass. She looked as if she was enjoying it.

"That girl likes varity." Said Kim. "She usually gets a couple guys in twice a week to fuck her. Once I saw her do six men in a row." 

I took off my robe and embraced Kim, feeling her tits and rubbing a hand over her ass. I quickly got hard again. Kim, holding to my cock, went to her knees and sucked it into her mouth. She was sucking my cock, in front of the window, with all the lights on, for all the world to see.

I must be dreaming, here I was in a strange girls room, standing naked at the window getting a blowjob, while watch- ing another girl get fucked by two men.

Lights came on in two rooms on the floor above mine and two totally bare couples waved to us. One of them was black, the woman was darker than the man and very pretty. Both of the women went down on their mans cock. The men continued to wave until Kim and I waved back. This was the first time I had been watched having sex and at the same time watching others. I liked it. Having a good looking naked woman giving me a blowjob, while watching two other men get sucked, was exciting. I had already cum three times this evening and I was sure I couldn't cum once more but Kim was doing such a good job with my prick that I wanted to cum in her mouth. 

The black man pulled his cock out of his girls mouth and shot a large amount of cum over her face. The gobs of white cum were very clear on the blackness of her skin, a beautiful contrast. The woman used her hands to spread the cum over her face and lovely tits. Then blew us a kiss. The lights went out.

Kim sucked and chewed on my cock until I gave her my cum which she eagerly swallowed. Wanting to return the favor I pushed her back on the floor, spread her legs and kissed the lips of her pussy. Using my tongue I made love to her sweet cunt licking in and around it, finding her clit I nibbled on it. Doing every thing I could to please this sexy girl. She wrapped her legs around my neck to pull me in closer to her pussy. 

She climaxed several times under my tongue then relaxed on the floor. We cuddeled for a while and I fell asleep in her arms. Later I woke and Kim was sleeping next to me, I covered her with a blanket, put on my robe and left for my own place. 

View From A Site Ch. 01



This story is dedicated to a fellow New Zealand author KJTatts.





It makes life very enjoyable when you can enjoy your work, and life gets very pleasurable when there are nice surprises at work as well.

I work as a Project Manager on a construction site in Auckland, New Zealand, and I often start work at 5am as it gives me a couple of hours of uninterrupted time to do paperwork in the site office, before the site lads arrive for a 7am start, and from then on I get very little time to work on planning, etc.

During the winter it is pitch dark outside the site cabin that I work in alongside the main road where the site is enclosed by a wire security fence. Opposite my office is a row of bungalows (Single storey homes for our American cousins), which are quite close to the road.

One morning about 6am I noticed the bedroom light come on in one of the bungalows across the road and a young woman of about 25 to 30 looked out of the window before turning & heading out of sight, when after a brief pause the bathroom light came on at the end of the house.

Thinking nothing of it I got back on with clearing the various faxes & other paperwork that I needed to catch up on. Ten minutes later the bedroom light came back on and the woman stood close to the window again. Just as I was about to turn my attention back to my boring paperwork, I suddenly thought I had seen her disrobe as she walked away from the window. I couldn’t have been that lucky surely?

When it comes to the choice between doing paperwork and checking out if you had seen a woman become naked, then the latter wins hands down; so I got the theodolite out of its box & set it up on my desk. A theodolite is basically a surveyor’s telescope that reads angles & distances for setting out our building works. Fortunately our construction site is on raised ground above the road, and the ground falls away as it reaches the bungalows, so I am sitting at a higher level looking downwards into the bedroom

Sitting at my desk looking through the 100 power telescope I had a clear view through the illuminated window and yes there was a naked lady drying herself off with a fluffy bath towel while standing in front of her full length mirror on the far wall. Shit I couldn’t believe my luck.

The young lady was about 5’5” with long black hair that tumbled down onto her lightly tanned shoulders that had a tattoo of a snake easing its way across her shoulder. Running the telescope down her back I could just start to see the top of her hips slightly flaring outwards as she passed the towel across her arse drying herself as she went. As the towel moved upwards across her back it revealed a lovely inverted heart shaped arse that looked firm with well shaped buttocks that made me want to reach out and grasp them there & then. Looking slightly to her left I could see the reflection of her breasts in the mirror. Focusing the theodolite telescope a bit gave a better view via the mirror of her firm perky breasts that bounced slightly as she moved with the towel. Just as I was trying to work out the size of her breasts she turned and bent down, probably to dry her legs. A minute later her head bobbed back up to show her rubbing the towel under her breasts, pushing up a breast alternatively as she dried.

“What a fucking beautiful sight”, I whispered to myself as I stayed there with one eye glued to the eyepiece.

The field of view through the telescope nicely showcased the upper part of her body filling the view with her breasts swaying across the sighting crosshairs of the scope. As she stood still, facing the window, she gently toweled over one breast at a time, giving me time to notice that she had pierced nipples with rings through them, something I had never seen before on a woman. She also had a small spiders web tattoo just below her shoulder with the spider climbing towards the top of the web to meet the snake coming up over her shoulder from her back. Seeing this I nicknamed my naked lady “Tatts” as everyone should be called by a name. Taking my eyes off her tattoos gave me time to assess that her firm breasts were probably a firm 34C, which looked great on her slim frame. They stood high & firm on her chest pouting forward with a “Suck Me” look to my eyes. I could imagine & longed to, run my rough hands on her tender skin of the underside of these perky beauties, before running up the side cupping them together, and finally bringing the flat of my hand down the firm slope of her breasts to the wonderful pierced nipples. What a shame there was a road & a couple of windows between us!! 

Well all good things come to an end, and Tatts moved out of sight, probably to her wardrobe to get dressed. Despite having a great view through the window I could only catch glimpse of her reflection in the mirror as she dressed & finally left the room, turning the light off as she went. So I was just sat there with a raging hard on and a desk full of paperwork. I adjusted my uncomfortable prick so I could stand up & pack away the theodolite and try to gather together some concentration for doing me paperwork.

When the lads arrived for work I didn’t mention my special treat as they would probably claim I was bullshitting them, and also if there was a repeat performance in the future I didn’t want to have to share the theodolite view of Tatts.

I found it hard to concentrate the rest of the day as I relived in my mind the images I had viewed that morning.

The following two mornings the light came on again at the same time and I quickly grabbed the theodolite to repeat watching Tatts give me an unknown show. She must have just moved into the house that weekend as I hadn’t notice this happen previously. I watched each morning the same repeat performance as I sat rubbing my cock through my trousers to try & ease the discomfort. Tatts show made my balls boil inside my trousers & I desperately wanted some relieve somehow after each show.

On the Thursday morning I got a surprise as I watched Tatts dry herself in front of the mirror. Instead of turning to dry her legs she stayed facing the mirror & started to run her fingers over her nipple rings, before cupping & squeezing her breasts together.

“Christ, she’s playing with herself,” I said to myself under my breath. I held my breath as I saw her right hand drop down across her flat stomach & slid through her lovely trimmed black bush. Her forefinger extended & ran over the top of her pussy lips, before cupping under her mound to touch the bottom of her lips. Tatts stroked up & down a few times & I thought I got a glimpse of some jewelry glinting in her bush.

Tatts delved one finger into her pussy sliding it up & down her slit a few times before pushing it deep within her now soaked pussy lips. First one finger, then a second delved in and out with her juices showing on her fingers as they pulled out. The pace picked up as her thumb came up through her bush to rub her clit. As her lips parted there was definitely something glinting on her pussy lips but I couldn’t see what it was at that distance.

I rubbed my hand hard across my crotch under the desk to ease a very confined hard cock. I needed to ease my swelling balls & cock, but didn’t want to miss the show.

As I continued looking through the scope I saw Tatts swaying slightly as she became more excited, which wasn’t surprising as her fingers plunged in & out, her thumb rubbed her clit into heaven; and her left hand squeezed & abused her right breast with her left breast heaving up & down on top of her forearm as it played with her right breast.

We were both fast approached a wonderful orgasm, but only Tatts could indulge herself openly in the pleasure of masturbation. At this point Tatts suddenly dived on her back on to the bed with her legs facing me directly she brought herself off on her fingers & thumbs while her other hand kept mauling her breasts & pulling on her nipple rings. I must admit I winced at the thought of the pain that must induce, but Tatts seemed to be lost in either pain or pleasure, or possibly both!!!

Her fingers were a blur of movement ploughing in & out of her swollen pussy, as her hips started to buck up & down; she exploded into her orgasm, with her slightly tanned body arched backwards on the bed and a nipple pointing skywards through her clenched hand. Her hips were thrust in the air as she shook with the power of an unbelievable, all consuming orgasm, which must have nearly broken her fingers inside her clenching pussy. Juices flowed out of her pussy, off her fingers & down the crack of her arse onto the bed. I bet her room smelt both sweet & musky at the same time as this wanton young beautiful woman took the utmost pleasure in herself. I could imagine her screams & panting of orgasm waking up the neighbours each side.

I couldn’t hold on any longer, I rushed out into the adjacent site toilets & locked the cubicle door as I struggled to pull out of confinement my swollen & bursting prick. Two swift strokes and my seed exploded out of my tortured prick and sprayed into the toilet. My mind & eyesight seemed to swirl with the immense sense of release. My balls throbbed as a long further spurt shot out. I hadn’t come like that in ages. The sense of release & unwinding was amazing. I quickly cleaned & zipped myself up before heading back into the office. I was just in time to see Tatts sit up as I passed in front of my office window while heading to my desk.

A very wicked thought crossed my mind, so I stood in front of my office window and turned the light on & off in quick succession with my body silhouetted between the light & the window. On the fifth flash of the light, I suddenly saw Tatts’ head snap upwards in recognition that someone had a view across into her bedroom. She could only see my outline, but not the smile on my face as I saw the look of horror on her face as she realized that I had seen her display of solo pleasure, little realizing that it was more a case of mutual pleasure.

…….. To be continued.



View From A Site Ch. 02



My thanks to New Zealand author KJTatts for the inspiration for this story.



The following week curtains were in place & firmly drawn in the house across the road when the light came on in the mornings, which put a dampener on the start to my working day. I had got used to seeing the morning display.

Then about 8am one morning I was walking back off our construction site to my site office when I saw a young lady standing outside the office door waiting for me. As I walked up I could see that she was in her mid twenties with long black hair, wearing a leather jacket zipped up to her neck to keep warm, but with a short leather skirt & black tights, possibly stockings, that certainly wouldn't be keeping her warm as the wind blew across the site.

As I walked past some of the lads on site they were Oohing & Aarghing about the outstanding beauty standing by my office, with a couple of the lads offering to help out with whatever she wanted!!!

As I got closer I realized it was Tatts, my flashing neighbour from across the road, as I had nicknamed her after seeing her tattoos previously. I thought & nearly said out loud ‘I didn't recognize you with your clothes on', but thought better of it as it is such a corny line.

"Hi, I'm the Project Manager, Can I help you?" I asked as I introduced myself to the beauty in front of me, trying hard to keep looking straight into her eyes. I desperately wanted to look & admire her full length head to toe.

"Yes," she answered, "I live across the road and one of your workers has just left his car on my drive & walked off blocking my drive. What can you do about it?"

"Can you show me?" I asked, "And then I can get the registration and check it against our site register."

"Sure," She answered as she set off, back home with me following behind her.

As we walked out the gate, a couple of the lads wolf whistled and she turned round to look, immediately catching me staring at her wonderful legs as I followed her. I looked a bit sheepish at being caught and she just smiled.

Tatts crossed the road in front of me, as I trailed slightly behind so I could study her wonderful long shapely legs as she walked and her shapely arse as it wiggled under the leather skirt. The leather skirt had a relaxing motion as her buttocks moved in rhythm with her legs, the rhythm was as smooth as a Swiss watch, just more beautiful to look at and admire. Fortunately I didn't get run over crossing the road as I was not paying any attention to any vehicles on the road.

Once in her drive, she turned and gave me a lovely beaming smile as she asked "Can you do anything with it?"

"Most definitely," I replied, "And I'll get the car moved too!" I calmly stated as I returned her smile.

"By the way, nice curtains, do they block the view?" I asked slyly.

"I don't know, what do you reckon?" Tatts responded with a wink.

"I reckon there is a great view thorough the window early in the morning," I responded with a wink of my own.

I wrote down the car's registration number, I apologized by saying, "I'll be back in a couple of minutes with the driver to remove it, sorry for any inconvenience caused."

A quick look at the site signing in book gave me the name & company of the driver, so off I went to find him. After finding him & walking him across the road, I asked him why he parked on someone's driveway, to which he replied "It saves walking from the car park." Some people just amaze you at times.

As the guy reversed his car out of Tatts drive I knocked on the door to apologise again, and also to get another close look at Tatts from the front.

The front door opened, and before I could say anything Tatt's hand reached out & grabbed my arm pulling me into her home saying "I'm glad you called back, I need some help with these curtains."

I was quickly led into her front bedroom where Tatts quickly jumped onto a stool in front of the closed curtains, asking "Do these look okay to you?"

What a question to ask as she stood on the stool, her arms reaching up to the curtain rail to make some phoney adjustments, with her long black hair tumbling down her back over her leather jacket; and her leather skirt riding up as she stretched revealing stocking tops for the first time at the top of her outstanding legs. What answer do you give to a question like that when your prick is rapidly hardening at the sight in front of me, my eyes were growing wider, and my hands want to reach forward & caress the beautiful young woman in front of me.

"Well?" she asked.

"They look mighty fine to me, they have a wonderful shape, & look firm wrapped in beautiful material with a solid band of black around the top of each, and a nice border of slightly tanned thigh at the top. They look outstanding to me." I finally replied.

"The curtains, not my legs," she laughed "What do you think to the quality of the material?"

I boldly stepped forward and said "Feels wonderful to me," as I placed both my hands on the back of her shapely calves & slowly slid my hands up to her knees and back down again.

"Do they need adjusting" she asked.

I slid my hands up the outside of her silky smooth firm thighs and ran my finger around the top of her stockings, saying "They are nice and level across the top." Then quickly I slid my hands up her suspenders, saying "They feel firmly fixed to me."

Tatts half turned on the stool and looked down at me, "You're a cheeky bugger."

I slid my hand up further under her skirt to cup her arse cheeks, and replied "Yep."

Turning fully around, Tatts leaned down & kissed my forehead. My hands reluctantly slid out from under her skirt and reached up under her arms to lift her down so I could kiss her properly.

My mouth closed over her lips and her tongue darted deep into my mouth dispelling any fears that I was over stepping the mark. Tatts hands reached down to start undoing my trousers. I pulled her hands away & folded them behind her back as I didn't want to rush this outstanding opportunity. As I held her hands behind me, the restraint seemed to increase Tatt's passion further, as she wriggled trying to get her hands free again.

Holding both her hands behind her back with my right hand, I reached behind her & gripped her silky long black hair with my other hand & gently pulled backwards so her head tilted back. I broke our kiss & looked at the longing & passion in her dark eyes. I was determined this wasn't going to be some short quick knee trembler, however horny & desperate we both were.

Tatt's tongue arched up trying to reach my lips as I had a slow look around her room. I made her wait, holding her tightly so she couldn't move as I took in my surroundings, before finally lowering my lips to hers & gently biting her bottom lip and thrusting my tongue deep into her hungry mouth. I nearly swallowed her lips as my mouth enveloped her, kissing her as long as I could so she was breathless as I suddenly released my grip & pushed her backwards onto the bed.

As she fell I was already moving around the bed to grab a scarf from her chair & pull the waist tie out of her robe by the bed. As Tatts lay on the bed & started to pull her arms out from underneath her, I gently grasped her hands again, swinging them over her head and quickly tying a knot around each wrist and tying the other end around the timber posts of the bed head, leaving quite a bit of length between her wrists and the bed head. Her eyes opened wide in panic, probably thinking she was about to be raped in her own home.

"If you don't like this at any time just say so and I'll untie you immediately," I reassured her "the ties are just to heighten your pleasure so we don't rush this. Is that okay?"

Luckily Tatts nodded and said "Go for it," which I did.

I gently slid my hands under her thighs & pulled her down the bed up so that the ties came fairly tight and her leather encased arse rested just on the end of the bed & her feet rested on the floor. I asked Tatts if she was comfortable & she said she was fine as I leaned down to give her a reassuring kiss.

Tatts hungrily drew on my mouth & tongue as if she wanted to eat me whole.

As we kissed I ran my fingers through her lovely hair and down onto her shoulders feeling her figure through her zipped leather jacket. I broke the kiss to concentrate on giving Tatts pleasure. My open flat hands gently ran down the front of her leather jacket feeling the rise of her breasts underneath & the slight bump of her hardening nipples with the feel of the nipple rings just being felt through the jacket. I desperately wanted to open the jacket & view her firm breasts at arms length, rather than my previous view through the telescope; but I saved that pleasure for later. Tatts was arching her back trying to keep my heads on her tits as she started to get excited under my touch. My cock was also excited at this time, wanting release from its confinement.

My hands continued down Tatt's wiggling body, across her flat stomach & moved outwards on to her hips as they came on to her leather skirt. The skirt was black shiny leather with zips down each side. As my hands slid over her hips they moved onto the top of her thighs, causing a long sigh as they bypassed her pussy. The hem of her skirt just covered the tops of her stockings as the feel of leather changed to soft nylon stockings and a more sensual feeling over Tatt's warm sexy body. I gently eased her legs apart and sat on the floor between them admiring the exquisite view in front of me. Tatts was wearing some black pumps with 2 inches heels that caused her calves to stretch in her current position giving her fantastic legs even more shape & definition, encased in her stockings. Her thighs lay in a horizontal V in front of me disappearing back into her skirt to reveal a black thong covering her pussy.

I wanted to tease Tatts to orgasm as I admired her so I placed my hands on the black of her ankles, my touch making her finch as she wondered what would happen next. I didn't keep her waiting as my hand lovingly stroked up the back of her calves feeling the shape & warmth through her stockings. I massaged her calves for a couple of minutes below moving my hands upwards onto her magnificent thighs. Tatts eased her thighs wider apart to allow me free access to her warm flesh. I raised myself to my knees as I slowly rubbed my hands up & down her thighs, with my fingers reaching half an inch further up each time I stroked upwards. After a couple of minutes I unzipped the sides of her skirt as I reached the top of her stockings and Tatts was wiggling her arse on the bed enticing me to speed up & get to her thong encased pussy.

I leaned forward to kiss her knee & then started to slowly trail my kisses up her silky stockings.

"Stroke my pussy," Tatts pleaded, and I ignored her as my lips continued kissing one thigh & my hand caressed her other thigh. As my head neared her stocking tops Tatts stretched against her bonds trying to slide her pussy closer to my lips. I could smell her pussy starting to heat up as her musky scent reached my nose, turning me on even more. By now Tatts was constantly wiggling trying to ease the horny itch that was starting to build in her pussy and she was pleading with me to stroke her pussy.

As my lips moved onto the band of exposed thigh above her stockings, my hands ran across her stomach and rubbed over her leather jacket to find the humps of her tits underneath. I ran my hands in circles over & around her leather encased tits feeling them rise & fall as Tatt's passion & need increased.

"Please bring me off, please finger or suck pussy," she pleaded unable to bear the teasing.

My lips moved to her left thigh & sucked on her hot flesh as I breathed in her scent from her now steaming pussy. I reached behind me & pulled my digital camera from the pouch on my belt as I pulled my hand back & started taking photos of the wonderful scene in front of my eyes. Starting with her calves I worked the lens up her legs recording the wonderful images that filled the screen in front of me.

"Hey, what about me?" Tatts demanded as I slowly rose up from between her legs still taking photos as I went.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Ensuring we both have a reminder of this morning, I'll give you a copy of the CD for your viewing pleasure," I stated.

"I need an orgasm, not a fucking CD!!!"

I kept taking photos as I started to run my free hand up her thigh from her knee, feeling her arse lift off the bed as my hand ran off her stocking onto her hot bare flesh and a finger rested against the edge of cum dampened throng. I slid my cupped hand over her mound & pressed lightly on her whole throng covered mound, taking a photo of her face she started to feel that release was forthcoming.

Putting the camera down to concentrate again on Tatt's pleasure my cupped hand slid gently up & down over her mound, feeling the heat & dampness of her encased pussy through her now wet throng. Her hips arched upwards as I slid my middle finger into the valley between her clenched arse & the palm of my hand pressed down on the bottom of her pussy.

As I continued to massage her pussy I bent down to seek out her hungry mouth. As we passionately kissed I drew my finger back up along her pussy lips pushing her silky throng into her pussy as it travelled up onto her clit.

Tatts arched up off the bed, hard against my hand, as a mighty orgasm arced through her body as I continued to finger her clit through her throng & draw hungrily on her lips as she fought to draw enough breath to carry her through her thundering orgasm. I relentlessly pressed on her clit giving her unbearable pleasure until she begged me to stop. 

As she lay there taking in huge gulps of air I took the opportunity to take photos of her beautiful flushed face, before working down to photograph her heaving tits as they pulsed under her jacket. I photographed my hand slowly pulling down her jacket zip, seeing her jacket ease open as the zip descended to her waist. As the jacket opened it exposed Tatt's cleavage wrapped in a black shear fine mesh blouse, her bare skin visible through it as the sides of her 36c tits came slowly into view.

"Suck my nipples please," Tatts begged as she came down from her orgasm.

I eased her jacket open, taking photos as I went, seeing her hardened nipples coming into view in close up for the first time. Her tits were an unbelievable sight to behold so I put the camera down again, releasing my hands to explore the bountiful treasures I had exposed to my eyes & fingers. Tatts had small hard dark nipples sat atop of her firm perky breasts that heaved with her breathing beneath me. Both nipples were pierced with small gold rings that slid up & down under the mesh blouse. My hands rested gently on the outside curves of her fantastic breasts as I admired them in all of their glory. Looking deep into Tatt's eyes I admired her beauty as she lay beneath me.

"Play with my nipples, bring me off again," she pleaded.

My hands curved under the soft under slope of her full breasts, with my thumbs entering the start of her cleavage. I pushed gently upwards & inwards to form a fantastic cleavage through the mesh of her blouse. The blouse rubbed on her nipples making them stand up like church organ stops. My fingers rotated so I could rub over her nipples & the gold rings.

As my fingers brushed across her pert nipples, Tatts arched & sighed deeply with pleasure as I started to tease her nipples. I wasn't sure how to play with her nipple rings as I wasn't sure if they would cause pain or not.

"Pull on them, rub them," Tatts said as she read my mind & face.

I gently eased the rings upright through her blouse and rubbed her pierced nipples between my thumbs & forefingers while my remaining fingers stroked the upper slope of her heaving breasts.

"Rougher," demanded Tatts.

I pulled upright on the rings, lengthening her nipples & slowly pulling her tits to a point, what an unbelievable sight & sensation as my cock surged again in my trousers.

"Mould them, stretch them," Tatts instructed me.

I squeezed her tits firmly into peaks as my mouth lowered onto the first nipple and sucked it into my mouth.

Her body arched off the bed, "Yes baby, suck it, chew it, squeeze it, be rough, bring me off," she instructed.

My other hand reached to her other breast & gave her nipple some firm pulls & squeezes as I sucked hard on her nipple.

Tatt's breathing rapidly increased & her tits heaved through the mesh as she neared another orgasm. I rubbed & sucked hard, feeling her hot firm flesh move under me and the orgasm grew inside her. As I felt her reach her peak I bit down hard on her tits & nipple as my hand squeezed hard on her other tit forcing her nipple & flesh between my fingers. Her body suddenly arched up forcing her tit further into my mouth as her orgasm racked through her wonderful body and she screamed out, her hips humping wanting release or a finger to play with her clit. I solely concentrated on her pulsing, heaving tits to give her concentrated pleasure solely through her tits & nipples. Tatts pulled hard on her bonds wanting to pleasure her pussy as she came, her thighs rubbing together to stimulate her hardened clit & give herself pleasure.

As her orgasm subsided I reached up to release one of her hands, which immediately shot between her legs & under her dripping thong to punder her pussy & clit.

I released her sore, swollen nipples to watch Tatt's finish herself off with her fingers as I took more photos of this wanton, steaming woman beneath my gaze. I took close up photos of her sopping pussy as the fingers moved as a blur in & out of the swollen lips, with her clit standing erect begging some attention. Finally her thumb rubbed her clit and took her over the top into another screaming orgasm that had her legs vibrating & her body bouncing on her bed, her fingers & fisting nearly lost inside her pussy.

"Yyeess, Yyeess, Yyyeeess," she screamed as her orgasm hit it's peak and her whole body shook, with her tits wobbling & heaving under her blouse. I sat & lusted at the sight before me.

As her body finally subsided I gave her a long kiss, said thank you for such a great start to the morning, grabbed my camera & started to leave her room.

Her sweat covered head came off the bed, "You haven't tried to fuck me?" She asked questioningly.

"No, I am married," I plainly stated as I left the room to find her bathroom for a well earned wank as I wouldn't be able to work all day without some relief after that wonderful experience.

…….. To be continued.



View From A Site Ch. 03



Again this story is inspired by & dedicated to New Zealand author KJ Tatts, for both her posts on the Literotica Forum and her persona.

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One of the most enjoyable parts of my job as a construction project manager is the variety in the working day, with no two days being the same. There are always problems to be resolved, people to direct, and the obligatory paperwork to be tackled. I try to split my day so I tackle each of these tasks several times a day by walking around the construction site at least twice a day checking on progress, safety, and quality, amongst other things.

It was during my early morning tour of the site that I saw out of the third floor window a car drive slowly onto site that I didn't recognise so I stood by the window of the office block we were building and watched for a couple of minutes.

The car pulled up close to the building and after a couple of minutes James, one of young apprentice chippies walked over to the drivers windows and bent down to talk with the driver for a short time before standing up and calling out to someone else. As Bill walked across towards the car James moved around to the front and opened the bonnet.

'Strange,' I thought, "I'd better check out what is going on when I get back downstairs.' On the way down the building I checked the electricians were mounting their outlet boxes correctly in the acoustic walls for about 5 minutes before heading out into the car park to see what was going on with the car.

As I approached I could see Bill bent under the bonnet standing in the centre with someone in a summer dress with lovely legs bent over under the bonnet as well alongside him, and I could just make out young James bent over the wing of the car with his head also under the bonnet. The sight of a pair of nicely tanned legs kept me focused and quiet as I approached, admiring the way the short flimsy material of the dress blew about in the light wind, occasionally giving glimpses of more thigh.

As I got closer I could see the young lady's hips moving in a slightly circular action which seemed odd as I headed around past Bill & the young lady to put my head under the bonnet by the far unoccupied wing.

I dipped my head under the bonnet, and was just about to enquire "What's going on her then?" when the most amazing sight stunned me into silence. Young James was reaching in from the wing with one arm outstretched into the woman's dress and was massaging a full lovely firm breast in his hand. There was a look of total shock on the faces of all three of them as my gaze travelled down to see Bill's hand reaching down into the woman's panties and by her soft panting and circular motion of her hips he was obviously fingering her.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I exclaimed as I finally started to look up at the woman's face for the first time.

"This woman's car rolled...," young James started to blurt out caught in the act.

"We came over to see...," Bill started to explain.

"My car cut out as I came down the hill...," the young woman started to explain.

All three fell silent as they looked at me.

"You!" both the young woman and I exclaimed together.

Bill & James stood stock still in utter surprise, James still holding a handful of breast, very reluctant to release it even though his boss had just caught him doing something that certainly wasn't part of his job description. Bill recovered more quickly and removed his hand from the front of her panties.

"So we meet again," I announced as three surprised faces stared back at me under the bonnet as I looked into the eyes of the young woman who lived across the road from the site, who I had nicknamed 'Tatts' after seeing her naked previously and had admired her body art.

Bill and James looked gob smacked.

"Rather than adjust the lady's 'points'", I suggested, "both of you push her car down into the basement car park and repair it, as you both want to put your hands to good use. And you Miss, should come with me to my office while the lads repair your car. But I would do your dress up first before everyone on site comes for a handful of you."

James finally and very reluctantly released her breast as Tatts started to pull her dress together and fasten the buttons up the front. I felt sorry for young James as I doubted he got much chance to glimpse naked breasts apart from in porno mags, let alone get his hand on a real warm one with a hard, horny nipple. He looked crestfallen as he withdrew from under the bonnet. 

"Come on James," Bill instructed taking control of the situation as he obviously had done in the last 5 minutes, "you push, I'll steer." Then his head disappeared leaving me to admire Tatts as she finally got her breasts contained inside her dress and secured the last two top buttons.

"Follow me to my office," I instructed as I withdrew from under the bonnet.

As we walked away young James lowered the bonnet and stared at the rear of Tatts as she walked towards my Portacom office by the site fence.

"This way," I guided so she could walk in front of me and I could watch her fantastic arse and legs as she walked; just as I had done several months before when she had come to the site to complain about one of the workers parking his car on her drive.

I could feel a surge of blood to my loins as I walked as I anticipated entertaining Miss Tatts whilst her car was repaired by the lads. It is about 100m across the car park to my office and I enjoyed the view of her every metre of the way. The light breeze and sunlight highlighted her lovely figure under the dress as the breeze wrapped the material tight against her and the sunlight in front of us showed the shape of her upper thighs through the backlit material; just like Princess Di's early photo holding a young kid before she became engaged to Prince Charles.

I couldn't wait to get her alone in my office.

As we got to the steps of my office Tatts turned and looked at me questioningly.

I smiled and with a sweep of my arm gestured that she should enter. I stood and admired her tanned thighs as she slowly climbed the four steps up to my office, opened the door and walked in. I had a quick look behind me to see James pushing her car into the basement car park; I smiled to myself and followed Tatts into my office.

As I closed the door behind me I turned the snib on the lock to ensure we won't be disturbed and started to adjust the blinds to ensure that no one could see in either.

"I must apologise for my men being so forward and brazen," I offered, "but they follow my example and leadership," giving a sly smile to my guest who was now standing backed up against my desk.

Retaining the initiative, I offered, "Here let me take your wet clothing," as I stood in front of Tatts.

She looked totally puzzled.

"What?" she queried and looked totally surprised as I sank to my knees in front of her.

"What wet clothing?" she asked totally bewildered.

Reaching forward I placed my hand on the outside of her warm bare knees and slowly slid my hand upwards on the silky smooth tanned skin of her firm thighs as I looked up into her stunned eyes.

My straying hands slowly slid under the hem of her dress, and kept going until I felt the waist band of her panties clinging to her hips.

"These!" I calmly stated as my fingers hooked into the top and gently, but firmly pulled them down her thighs in one swift movement.

"Hey, you can't do that," she cried out.

"Yes I can," I smiled up at her, "and I just did," as her panties reached her ankles and she automatically stepped out of them. That was a reassuring action from my point of view.

I picked up her damp panties and passed them up to her.

"Here, put them on the cage of the desk fan and they will be dry in a couple of minutes. 

Tatts turned slowly and placed them on the fan as I reached up for the bottom buttons of her lightweight summer dress. Soon my office was filled with the sweet aroma of finger frigged pussy as the fan wafted her scent around the office and I breathed in the scent of her honey nectar.

By the time Tatts had done this and turned forward again, I had the lower buttons undone up to her waist.

"Now wait a minute...." she started to say as I opened the front of her hem in my hands.

"Why?" I asked as her shaven pussy came into view at eye level, as I remained knelt in front of her. Her pussy lips twinkled like the jewel in the crown with a couple of drops of her nectar after her earlier fingering by Bill in the car park.

"Well Miss Tatts?" I enquired.

"My name is Mary-Jane," she informed me.

I lent forward and quickly ran my tongue up the full length of her damp lips in one long lick, exiting with some of her nectar on my tongue.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance Mary Jane," I proudly smiled at her as I reached between her warm thighs to get her to ease her legs apart, which she did automatically with no apparent resistance. My hands reached up on to her hips and pushed her back a couple of inches until her bum brushed against the edge of my desk.

"Please make yourself comfortable," I offered as my mouth eased forward to sample and pleasure her pussy. Once I knew my desk was taking her weight I reached down to her knees and pushed them further apart until I could see her pussy lips ease apart in response to the wide gap now between her thighs, and I shuffled forward on my knees to fill the gap.

I reached under her thighs and around her hips to run my hands onto the warm flesh of her buttocks as I clamped my mouth on her pussy and plunged my tongue deep inside her already wet pussy.

"AAarrgh," she cried out in pleasure and surprise as her hands suddenly gripped the back of my head and forced my lips hard against her mound.

I knew I wasn't in for a morning of gentle, sensual lovemaking. I knew I was in for some down and dirty sex which would satisfy both of our lusts for gratification in one form or another.

My hungry tongue plundered the depths of her love tunnel as my nose rubbed against her hood covered clit.

"This is so cool," she cooed as I went at her pussy as if it was the last meal of a condemned man. My fingers sank into the ample flesh of her buttocks to ensure I had a firm grip on her as she started to squirm on my desk.

Her pussy was hot and tight, as I journeyed around its inner sanctum with my tongue, and was rewarded with constant refreshment from her now free flowing nectar.

Suddenly Mary Jane pushed my face even harder against her mound as she cried out "Bring me off please."

'My pleasure,' I thought as I speeded up my lapping inside her, but I wanted to tease her clit before I brought her off. Pushing my head back against her hands I managed to extract my tongue from her depths so I could aim upwards under her hood to locate her now swollen clit. I eased my hands forward so I could spread the fingers of one hand down onto the top of her pussy lips and gently ease them apart to expose her erect bud.

"Fuck yes, bring me off now," she demanded and I wasn't one to argue.

I lashed my tongue hard across her sensitive bud making her squirm on my desk. I spread my fingers and her pussy lips as wide as I could, making Mary Jane wince in pain. Then I changed my attack to take her bud between my lips to gently draw on it with suction and my lips.

This sent her into a loud screaming orgasm as her hips humped on my desk and her mound ground against my face. And I drank down all of her juices as I released her bud and lapped up the steady flow escaping her pussy. 

I could hear Mary Jane crying out and shouting above me, not taking much notice if it was in pleasure or pain as I continued to plunder her pussy and clit as her orgasm continued. Eventually Mary Jane gripped my hair and tugged my head back away from her now tender pussy.

I quickly rose to my feet and took her chin in one hand as I lent forward with my juice covered lips to kiss her open, panting mouth.

She tasted so good, and so full of need still as our tongues intertwined and we hungrily devoured each other in lust and desire, each with a need for our own selfish satisfaction. As we kissed I reached down to start undoing the remaining buttons on the front of her dress. Once this goal was achieved I broke our kiss and stood back to admire the hungry minx in front of me. I marvelled at the way her dress hung partly open, wide at the bottom showcasing her shaven pussy, but still close together at the top to hide her breasts. I wanted to see all of her so I reached forward to grip the sides of her dress to open it like a pair of curtain to see the beauty that was concealed. And what a stunning pair of breasts greeted me with the tattoos and the pierced nipples.

"You beauty," I groaned out loud in appreciation and sank downwards supporting myself on the edge of the desk to take one of her stunning breasts deep in my mouth. This made a very nice change to the usual bacon and egg pie I normally have at morning smoko each morning I thought as I drew on the firm coloured flesh decorated with a couple of tattoos. Her nipple immediately hardened as I tweaked the nipple ring with my tongue and Mary Jane sighed in appreciation of my gentle suckling of her breast. My right hand gently cupped and teased her right breast as my tongue continued to explore the flesh filling my mouth.

Again Mary Jane cupped my head in her hands and guided my mouth around her breast and eventually across to lap up and down her cleavage.

By now I was desperate to free my swollen cock from its confinement in my jeans, I wanted to fuck this wanton young woman as she squirmed and withered on my desk, But I also wanted to enjoy every moment there in my office, so I eased my free hand down between her thighs to lightly tease her clit some more.

Mary Jane groaned loudly at all this attention to the erroneous zones of her beautiful body. Suddenly she had needs of her own that needed satisfying and she started to undo my belt, zip, and jean button.

As I started to tease her nipple with my teeth and delve two fingers into her sodden pussy while my thumb tweaked her erect clit; Mary Jane quickly thrust my jeans and boxers down to get her hands on my hard meat.

I loved the feel of her hands on the length of my hot meat as my jeans hit the floor.

I released her nipple from my mouth and stood up while still frigging my fingers in and out of her dripping sodden pussy; and rubbed her clit raw.

"Mary Jane you are one fucking horny woman who needs fucking here and now," I grunted full of animal lust.

"Are you man enough to fuck me? And to fuck me good? she taunted.

"Fuck yes woman," I confirmed as I swept a pile of paperwork from my desk to make more room before reaching under her thighs to lift them up in the air and tilt her back flat onto my desk.

I shuffled around to the end of the desk, turning her on her damp arse cheeks as I went before moving my hands to grip her ankles and eased them high and wide apart. I looked down her thighs to the V between them showing a glistening wide open shaven pussy. The prize to be taken, to be filled, to be fucked, to be filled with cum.

I pulled Mary Jane back down the desk so her arse hung over the edge slightly and she was stretched out full length on my desk, her eyes saying 'Fuck me' as she stared back into my eyes. I had every intention of doing just that. Our lust for each other determined it wouldn't be gentle. It would be raw sex, pure and simple, fucking each others brains out in wanton need for release and pleasure.

"I hope you are ready for this?" I asked giving her the last opportunity to say no, but unsure if I could stop myself if she wanted me to.

"Are you going to fuck me or just talk about it?" she taunted me some more.

I stepped forward and pressed my hardness up against her, catching her just between her two holes. Mary Jane quickly reached down and guided my meat to her pussy lips. As soon as I felt her juicy lips touch the head of my prick I lunged forward with my hips and at the same time pushed her ankles further apart.

She screamed like a wounded animal as my swollen hard meat tore into her sodden pussy right up to the hilt.

"Is that man enough for you? I cruelly asked as my balls slapped hard against her arse.

"Oh yes!" she groaned, "now prove it and fuck me!"

I had never had such wanton, lustful, rough sex before and I was loving it in an animalistic way. The power to subject someone to my desires and needs seemed so powerful and satisfying. And here I was with a woman who would tease and challenge me, and I was determined to meet that challenge. I loved the way she talked 'dirty' during sex and it excited me no end.

"I'm going to fuck your arse off woman until my desk is awash with your pussy juices and you beg me to fill your hungry pussy with my seed. " Not bad for an opening statement. Now it was time for action, not words.

Increasing my grip tighter on her ankles I eased my hips back until the tip of my meat was about to leave her pussy.

"Do you want more of this?" I asked.

"I thought you said you were going to fuck my arse off?" she challenged.

"Oh so you want it up the arse then instead? I queried easing my hips downwards so the tip of my prick started to ease out from between her lips.

"NO! NO!" she cried out, her eyes wide with panic.

"Maybe next time then?" I asked as I eased my hips upwards & forward to resume my original place with the swollen head just inside her lips.

Mary Jane looked relieved, and then I thrust deep inside her again.

"Yeesss," she exhaled as my balls slapped hard against her again.

Now it was time to get serious as I started off at a slow pace rodding my length in and out of her hot wet pussy, holding her ankles tight to stop her sliding on my desk. Looking down I admired this tattooed beauty with her dress now wide open and her breasts rolling on her chest, obeying Newton's second law of gravity that to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. I loved watching her breasts rise and fall at the same pace as my fucking.

"Oh that feels good," she smiled as she started to bring her pussy muscles into play, massaging my prick as it ploughed in and out.

"Fuck, so does that," I groaned back enjoying the wonderful sensations coursing through the length of my prick as I looked down and admired this wanton sexual woman being fucked on my desk. "You are one fucking sexy woman Mary Jane," I complimented.

Now we both fell into a regular quiet pace of fucking, with just the sounds of our laboured breaths filling the air, to mix with the sweet smell of sex wafting around powered by the desk fan, which kept us cool as fucked each other.

I eased my grip on her ankles and gently, but firmly slid my hands down the front of her legs, over her knees and onto her upper thighs, where I could pull her tight against me on every inward stroke. I want to play with her stunning jigging tits as they rolled around, but didn't want to break my rhythem as I kept fucking deep inside her. Mary Jane must have read my mind as her hand swept up the side of her breasts to cup them and thrust the hard, erect pierced nipple up towards me, teasing me to fall forward and suckle her once more.

"I've got so much cum to fill your hot pussy," I grunted, feeling my balls start to boil as they slapped continuously against her on each inward thrust, "and I am going shoot all of it deep inside you,"

"Yes lover boy, I'm ready for you," she breathed breathlessly back as her muscles clamped down hard, squeezing my prick deep inside her. Mary Jane was amazing to fuck, so full of energy as her hips humped back at me in perfect rhythm as I now hammered into her, desperate to cum inside this beauty.

"That's it lover, take me hard," she goaded, "make me cum around your hot prick."




View From A Site Ch. 03



I sank my fingers into the tender flesh of her thighs making her cry out loud as I fucked into her like an out of control jackhammer.

I wasn't going to last much longer, so I released one thigh and reached up to close one hand over her erect right nipple, sliding her hand away as I clamped down on the hot full flesh. My palm pressed her nipple ring into her breast making her squirm even more, either in pleasure or pain, I wasn't sure; but it seemed to increase her determination to milk the cum from my balls.

We were grunting, yelling, and crying out our pleasure as we fucked ourselves almost into oblivion. Suddenly Mary Jane's muscles clamped down hard onto my now tender prick as she exploded into an orgasm, humping like an out of control epileptic on my desk. I pressed down with each hand on both her nipple ringed tit and her firm thigh trying to hold her steady as I felt hot wads of cum break loose from my balls and shoot up my prick, splashing the insides of her vibrating pussy with my hot seed.

"Fuck yes....Fuck yes...... Fuck YES," I shouted out loud with each plunge of my exploding cock deep inside her juice saturated cunt. Mary Jane's legs clamped around my hips as she tried to draw me even further into her as she milked every last drop of my seed out of my throbbing cock.

We fought for our breath as our bodies consumed vast amounts of energy to maintain our orgasms, but I faded first, surrendering to her powerful pussy as it wrung the life out of my cock. Mary Jane pushed my hand off her now tender breast, leaving the red imprint of my fingers on her lovely skin.

Finally I unhooked her legs from around my waist and gently lowered her feet to the floor as I admired her stretched prone figure with her tits rising and falling in quick succession as she tried to bring her breathing under control. My prick slid out of her now well fucked pussy, but I wanted to do more to and for this wanton woman in front of me. I ran my hand down over here stomach and across her bare mound to her exposed raw clit, as I brushed lightly across it's bud before dipping two fingers into her saturated pussy to coat them in our mixed cocktail of juices. Her clit seemed to beg for attention and I gently coated her clit with the juices off my fingers. Mary Jane's hips bucked on the desk but she couldn't escape with her legs hanging either side of mine, as I traced my finger tipped in a feather light touch over her pussy lips in a long circular motion before dipping back into her pussy for more juices to continue my massage. Mary Jane groaned aloud on the desk and cupped her breasts as I continued to tease her.

Seeing her hard nipples, crested by the nipple rings, protruding from her massaging hands, made me switch my attention. So I dripped two fingers of each hand in turn into her pussy to liberally coat them with globs of my spunk before reaching up to coat both of her erect nipples with spunk and pussy juice.

"That is so beautiful" she cried out as one of her hands shot down between her legs and sank two fingers deep inside her own snatch.

"I'm so fucking horny," she almost sobbed as her fingers flashed in and out of her pussy as I continued to rub globs of cum into the flesh of her nipples.

My office stank of sex as the aroma of our juices filled the air.

I pulled gently on her nipples rings, stretching her stunning tits up towards the ceiling, again making her cry out. Then her thumb stretched out to rub her clit while two fingers continued to plunder her cunt. Now her whole body was shaking as she blew herself away into another orgasm and trashed under the assault of her own fingers and the tension in her nipples and tits caused by myself.

By now I was hard again and I yanked her fingers from her pussy and slammed my hot meat into her again to enjoy the last moments of her orgasm as she played her muscles along the whole length of my cock. 

I wanted to fuck her again but didn't know if I had the energy, but when I gently pulled her to her feet to hug and kiss her my prick twitched against her mound and I knew I had the fuck her again.

We kissed only for a minute as Mary Jane still fought for breath coming down from her orgasm, before I spun her in my arms and pushed her so she lay face down on my desk.

"Hey!" she cried out indignantly as my hand pressed in the small of her back, wedging her tight to the desk and turning her lovely rounded arse upwards.

I gripped my length in my other hand and guided it between her cheeks to find her dripping pussy. Once my tip nudged between her lips I thrust forward with all of my might and pinned her to the desk with my first deeply penetrating thrust.

"OOOhhhh," she sighed and my hips knocked the wind out of her as they slammed into her rounded arse. I am glad Mary Jane wasn't skinny or that would have made it uncomfortable for both of us. But her wonderful cheeks made a lovely buffer as I started to slam into her with all of my might.

Having already just cum once I thought I would be able to last longer the second time, but I underestimated the power of her incredible pussy.

"God girl, you have fucking incredible pussy muscles," I praised.

"Yeah, I practice with my vibrator most days," she replied.

I nearly shot my load then and there.

I reached forward to run my fingers down her long smooth back, before sinking them into her hips to gain purchase as I continued to thrust deep inside her pussy. Looking down on to her arse as I slammed into it I knew I wasn't going to last, she looked just so dammed sexy

"Oh baby you have such a wonderful arse," I praised and at the same time giving it a playful slap.

"Hey," she cried out wanting me to stop the slapping.

I didn't have much choice as my balls were ready to discharge again and my prick was twitching deep inside her juicy cunt.

"You are such an amazing fuck, and a truly wanton woman," I praised out loud just as my prick gave the final twitch and shot my second load of spunk deep into her honey pot. I think Mary Jane was still recovering from her last orgasm to summon any energy for this. I just shot more threads of spunk into her already saturated cunt, whilst feeling my balls slap against her.

"I wanted some rough sex and you have just fulfilled that wish," she groaned from the desk top.

Finally I eased myself off this unbelievable woman and leant against the wall to recover my breath. Eventually Mary Jane pushed herself up off the desk and tried to wrap her ruffled dress around her body. Her hard nipples and the shape of the rings thrust through the thin material as she fought to contain her heaving flesh. I looked down to enjoy my last long look at her shaven pussy as she slowly buttoned the dress over her stomach and down over her mound and thighs, before finally locating her panties off the fan and putting cool material on again..

She stood and simply said "It is time I went home."

I bent down to pull up my jeans and carefully put away my tender balls and now soft prick.

Once I was dressed I took her in my arms, kissed her briefly and said "Please visit anytime."

I unlocked the door and left it open to vent the office as I followed her across the car park again towards the ramp into the basement. My balls were tender in my jeans as I walked and I could imagine our shared juices soaking into the gusset of her panties as she walked in front of me. I loved the sway of her round hips as she walked and the swing of her long tanned legs, what a beauty she was.

We entered the cool of the basement to find young James leaning against the side of her car.

"It is already ready for you," he said gallantly with a sweep of his arm towards the bonnet.

"Thank you very much," she said as she reached for the driver's door.

"You'll need these," James said swing her car keys on her finger like the monkey in the Visa credit card advert to Catherine Zeta Jones. James was a cheeky young monkey in his own way normally.

"Thank you," replied Mary Jane as she reached for the keys.

James hand closed covering the keys and he started to rub the front of his crotch as he announced to Mary Jane "I think I should get some kind of reward for mending your car, don't you?"

I don't think the young monkey had Catherine Zeta Jones' Visa card in mind as his reward.

Hesitantly Mary Jane asked the fatal question, "What did you have in mind?"

I couldn't believe my eyes as James unzipped and pulled out a fine specimen of a young hard cock.

"You have to look after the workers as well as management," he smiled in my direction.

I had to admire the cheek of the little bugger. What did he have to loose? Certainly not his job, as I won't have any grounds for sacking him after I had just fucked her myself.

Mary Jane looked at me for support, and all I could do was smile at his tremendous cheek.

"Well lady, it is all fully loaded and ready to fire," James announced coming back to the issue at hand, literally!

Mary Jane looked around the car park, looking for some way out of this, and found none. All she saw was Bill walking over to join us.

"AAarrgh, fuck it was all she said as she dropped to kneel in front of James and he stepped forward to take her head in his hands and she wrapped her hand around his hard meat.

And then it happened, she reached forward to take his six inches into her mouth in one long swallow.

"Fucking hell," groaned Bill in amazement as he came around the front of the car to see James being blown right in front of his eyes.

"Oh yes baby," James groaned out loud as he ran his hands through Mary Jane's long hair, "that's it baby, suck me hard and deep."

Bill had a quick look around to see who was around before he stepped behind Mary Jane and reached down to fondle her breasts through the thin material of her summer dress. She just moaned out loud around James prick lodged deep into her mouth. Then she started bobbing up and down his length, and James just rolled his head backwards and groaned "Oh my god," as his hips started to gently thrust back and forth in harmony with Mary Jane's administrations to his prick. 

I stepped forward to seat myself on a pallet of masonry blocks as I watched the action unfold in front of me. Mary Jane didn't seem to be objecting or fighting so no harm seemed to be being done at the moment.

Well she could certainly eat meat, as James suddenly cried out "I'm going to cum in your mouth" and Mary Jane certainly didn't try to pull her mouth off his thrusting cock. But Bill suddenly let go of her tits.

I laughed out loud as I realised he probably didn't like the feel of my cum coating her skin. But he surprised my by picking up a couple of the painters dust sheets and draping them over an adjacent pack of masonry blocks.

"Swallow me baby, swallow me," James cried out as he started to thrust harder into her mouth. "Yes, Yes, Yes," he shouted out loud as he shot his load deep into her throat and Mary Jane appeared to swallow it all.

I laughed out load, at both the scene in front of me, and the realisation that us blokes have a limited vocabulary when it comes to descriptive speech during sex.

A minute later Mary Jane licked the tip of his cock clean before standing up with her hand outstretched for her keys; only to be surprised by Bill gripping her hand and spinning her around to face him.

"What about my payment for showing young James here how to fix your car?" he asked.

But he didn't wait for a reply as he enfolded her body in his huge arms and pulled her to him for a long kiss. Maybe Mary Jane thought that was all the payment he required so she didn't fight back in anyway. She was mistaken as Bill lifted her off her feet and moved her several feet against the dust sheet draped pallet of blocks.

As he continued to kiss her he ran his hands down her back and cupped her buttocks in his huge hands. Slowly but surely he hiked up the hem of her dress to her waist so he could slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties.

Before Mary Jane had chance to break the kiss he tugged down her panties down onto her thighs just above her knees.

"Hey mister!" she called out indignantly as she broke away from Bill's lips.

"Yes lady?" Bill replied as he slipped his hands under her armpits and lifted her slightly so she was seated on the pallet of blocks.

"My name is Mary Jane, and what the fuck do you think you are doing?" she demanded.

"I 'm taking my payment as a direct debit," he announced as he pushed back onto the blocks and lifted her legs high. Mary Jane was unable to kick out as her panties restricted her movement at her knees, but she didn't seem to be objecting. Either she was totally surprised or she had no objection to having a 'bit of rough' on a construction site.

Which ever way she intended, she was now flat on her back for the second time this afternoon as Bill thrust a finger deep in her pussy, and proudly announced "What a lovely wet gash you have Mary Jane, just ripe for some real fucking," as he smiled towards me.

By now James was on the far side of the blocks unbuttoning the top of her dress to expose her tits again.

"Hey just a minute," was all she had time to call out before Bill dropped his shorts & boxers to expose his cock to Mary Jane's glistening pussy. Bill seemed to work on the Aussies rules of foreplay – Brace yourself Shelia. I don't think he even took the time to whisper those words of endearment; he just rammed his thick rigid cock straight into her wet snatch.

Mary Jane screamed in pain at his girth and the brutality of the penetration, but she was soon wiggling her hips on top of the dustsheet to accommodate his prick.

Suddenly there was a cry of "Barry, you've got to come and see this," from one of the electricians who were working in the basement main switchboard room.

Two minutes later the two young electricians were stood at James's side looking down into total amazement as Bill started piston in and out of Mary Jane's cunt and James sucked hard on one nipple while playing with the ring on her other nipple.

The first observant electrician, Warren, wasn't slow on the uptake either and he soon dropped his shorts to reveal a semi stiff prick that he stroked a few times as he shuffled forward towards the pack of blocks.

Mary Jane turned her head at the noise, only to be confronted by a now stiff cock only inches from her face. Warren gently supported her head as he eased forward and eased his cock into her mouth and she swallowed him whole. Christ, could this lass take cock from any direction? Saying that Barry stepped up and pushed Jame's hand off her tit so he could lower his head and suck her now vacant nipple.

I heard a low sigh escape Mary Jane at this latest addition to her body. With her free hand she reached down to run her hand across the bulge in Barry's shorts. Not missing a suck or a lick on her nipples Barry quickly dropped his jeans & pants to offer his own hard cock to Mary Jane's fingers as she wrapped them around his length and started to stroke him.

I just sat on the blocks and watched four guys servicing one woman; or rather was it one wanton woman servicing four horny guys? I wasn't sure that this was right, but I couldn't stop it either, so I walked over close to Mary Jane and said "If at any time you want to stop or have had enough, then either fight, scream or if you can't scream then bite the cock in your mouth." This also served as a subtle warning to the guys not to abuse her.

By now Bill was grunting hard as he rammed hard and fast into her pussy, he wasn't going to last much longer as he held her legs wide apart and observed the scene of three other guys getting their pleasure at the same time from the woman he was shagging to death.

Suddenly he grunted out loud as he came deep inside her and I couldn't believe that Mary Jane had an orgasm at the same time as her hips shook and she thrust back at Bill as he slowed to a standstill deep inside her.

Young James quickly surrendered her breast as he called out "My turn now!" and took hold of one of her ankles indicating to Bill it was time from him to pull out and make space for him.

James shuffled between her legs and gaped at the sight of her swollen pussy lips oozing cum down into the crack of her arse.

"Are you ready for some young hard cock now Mary Jane?" he asked knowing he wouldn't receive an answer as she was still sucking on Warren's cock. James gently slid a finger into her pussy to try it for size before using his cum drenched finger to moisten her erect clit, making her groan loudly around Warrens cock.

"I am going to enjoy this," James announced as he nudged his prick into her now loose pussy, and then he very slowly slid into her flooded nest and sighed as his cum filled balls came gently up against her arse. He paused there, drinking in the sight in front of him as Barry and Warren pleasured Mary Jane and themselves.

"Come on Warren," Barry whined, "hurry up and cum in her mouth so I have time to do the same and recover before I fuck her as well."

I saw Mary Jane reach under Warren to cup and gently squeeze his balls.

"Fucking A," Warren cried out as the extra stimulation soon had him shooting his thick hot cum down Mary Jane's throat.

"About fucking time," whined Barry, "move over and let me in," he instructed Warren.

"Play nice guys," I admonished them, "or I'll have to take the lady off you."

James was being considerate and was fucking her gently, but having just received a blowjob he probably had more staying power than Bill.

Barry turned Mary Jane's face towards him and quickly slid his prick in past her lips without so much as a by your leave.

"Be gentle Barry, or I will pull you off and give you a good slapping," I warned, "Now treat the lady with respect."

I think Mary Jane had made her own mind up on the matter as she cupped his balls in a none too gentle manner as she sucked his meat, before sliding her hand between his legs. I saw her finger run up the crack of his arse searching for his rear hole. Once located, she pushed against his ring piece making Barry cry out loud as he thrust into her mouth. Then I laughed as she thrust her finger into his clenched arse and he immediately shot his load into her mouth.

"You bitch," Barry yelled, his cock still buried in her mouth.

Bill looked across at me and I signalled to him with my thumb swinging off to the side. Bill stepped forward and took Barry by the arm pulling him out of Mary Jane's mouth; "Enough for you for today, Lad." He said before Barry had time to object. Bill didn't leave Barry alone until he reached the far end of the basement, and it sounded as if he gave the young lad a slap or two to teach him some manners.

I stepped up to Mary Jane, "Sorry about that, are you okay?"

"Oh yes," she groaned as her bouncing hips perfectly matched James steady fucking of her pussy and Warren sucked her breasts like a demon, hoping his cock would harden again in time for James finishing.

At this point Bill returned and took her hand in his and apologised for Barry's behaviour.

Mary Jane accepted his gracious apology by reaching up to rub her hand over Bill's crotch. He in turn reached forward to stroke her hair with one hand and massage her unattended breast with the other.

Now James was picking up the pace, sawing his length in and out of her well shagged cunt; whilst Warren eased Mary Jane's other hand down onto his semi placid cock to stroke him back to hardness in anticipation of his turn at her pussy.

James was close to cumming so he gently eased Mary Jane's Legs down around his hips thus freeing his hands to be more attentive to her. One hand slid under her arse to explore her bum cleavage and the other rested gently on the top of her shaven mound.

"Are you ready for my hot seed Mary Jane?" he considerately asked as he appeared to ease his finger into her bum and his other hand pressed gently on her clit.




View From A Site Ch. 03



Well Mary Jane went off like a rocket on Guy Fawkes Night as she screamed, wailed and humped her body in a frenzy of over stimulation.

Bill quickly dropped his pants and thrust his now hard cock in her mouth to shut her up before the rest of the guys on site investigated the noise and we ended up with a gang bang like that from the film 'Last Exit to Brooklyn'.

'Where does she find the energy from?' I wondered looking in amazement at this sex goddess in front of me as she continued to orgasm around James' now stationary prick. After enjoying the pleasure of her pussy muscles earlier I could understand James' wisdom in standing still as she creamed and clenched around his spurting cock.

As she calmed down Bill eased his cock from between her lips and James eased her tired legs to the floor and helped her to her feet, displacing Warren from her breasts in the process.

James was truly a young gentleman as he hugged her close to him and kissed her gently on the lips in true appreciation for an unbelievable shag.

"What about me?" Warren asked me in a rather crestfallen voice.

Mary Jane broke her kiss and said to Warren "Let me stretch my legs a minute, and then you can fuck me from behind over the blocks while I finish giving Bill here a blowjob."

"You can't say much fairer than that can you Warren?" I offered, my prick hardening at the vision of two guys table ending her at the same time.

"You are a very considerate lover James," she whispered as she kissed him again before breaking away from him.

"Is that cock of yours still hard Warren? Or do I still need to give it a few more strokes?" she teased.

Looking at his now rigid cock I think he had already imagined himself shagging her doggie style.

This was confirmed when Warren suddenly pulled the dustsheets off the blocks and neatly folded them on the floor. "I would like you on your knees when you are ready so I can fuck you doggie style," Warren requested.

"I love a man who knows what he wants," she smiled at all of us as she knelt down.

Warren knelt behind her and very gently fingered her pussy. I don't think he considered that she would certain be wet enough for him after all of the cum she had taken into her well fucked cunt. As he pulled his finger out globs of hot spunk trickled down the inside of her thighs.

"Time to mount up Warren," she called out, and we all laughed with this wonderful temptress that had handled all of us during the morning of sex on a construction site.

"My pleasure Madam," Warren rejoined getting into the humour of the moment, as he knelt behind her and used his hand to position his hard on against her lips.

"Well you certainly seem ready for me now," Mary Jane giggled as she wiggled her rounded arse against his hard on and eased the first inch into her; although I'd be surprised if she could feel it after the number of times she had been fucked and fingered this morning.

Anyway Warren was totally focused on his long awaited fuck with the amazing Mary Jane as he slid his length into her now loosened pussy. He started at a slow tender pace, slowly revolving his hips in a circular motion. I must admit to a wicked thought as I watched him – 'maybe he was trying to touch the sides of her well fucked pussy'; but the guy was game for anything as he reached forward to stroke the sides of her tattooed breasts. Mary Jane seemed to be enjoying the relaxed pace of their union as well after the rougher roddings she had received earlier and the rough handling of her tits by us all.

"UUmmmm...... Warren you are quite the gentleman, and a very considerate lover," she praised him, but I need you to finish me off now as my knees are getting sore."

Warren eased his cock back and climbed to his feet with his knees well bent so he stayed inside her as he came up into a crouching position. Now he cupped her tits fully in his hands for purchase as he thrust deep into her and grunted with satisfaction of controlling their fucking.

"Oh yes my lover...... Ram that hard cock of your deep into my pussy ....... Come on and fuck me like no other today..... Let me feel your cum filled balls slap hard against me, she goaded him, "come on fuck me like a mongrel fucks its favourite bitch out on the street."

Her dirty talk must have turned him on no end as he started to fuck her hard, abandoning all his gentlemanly sensibilities as he rodded her cum filled sloppy cunt like an animal.

The scene before us was turning us all on, but Bill let his basic instincts get the better of him first and he quickly stripped off and offered his hardness to Mary Jane' lips. On Warren's next thrust forward her lips slid over the full length of Bill's meat and a satisfied groan escaped her lips as her tongue went to work on his glands. Moving one hand directly under her cleavage Mary Jane supported her herself on one hand and cupped Bill's balls with the other.

What fucking amazing sight (literally) was laid out before us and I didn't know which part of the action to watch; so I climbed off the blocks and walked slowly around the rutting trio so I could see all of the action. I was amazed to see young James was hard again and he had his cock out giving it one off the wrist as he wanked himself off watching the action in front of him.

Mary Jane turned her head slightly to watch James and then increased the licking on Bill's cock. I guessed she wanted to blow James as well before her knees gave out. Warren was huffing and puffing behind her as he rammed his hips back and forth, ploughing deep into her saturated, dripping snatch.

"Fucking amazing," grunted Bill as he ran his fingers through her hair, "you are just fucking amazing Mary Jane" he praised, just before his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open gasping for air.

'Oh shit,' I thought, "how am I am going explain this if the dozy bastard has a heart attack now?' I pondered as I circled the scene. But as I past behind Bill I was amazed to see Mary Jane had buried her finger in his arse and was frigging his hole with gusto. Bill was humping his hips in automatic reaction to her fingering; she was controlling him like a puppet.

"God I am so fucking hard," Bill groaned and Mary Jane's lips were stretched as she continued to blow him and was currently sucking his swollen helmet with his glands surging underneath.

Warren was losing himself, totally focused on reaming her out.

Bill gripped her head and groaned out loud, "this is all for you baby," and he blew his load deep into the back of her throat. Mary Jane was swallowing constantly as Bill's spunk shot thick and fast to fill her mouth. "Oh baby, you are just stunning, I've never cum like that before," he praised as he stroked through her hair tenderly.

"Mary Jane I'm going to fill you," Warren called out as he released her tits to grip her hips as he gave a final few thrusts.

Mary Jane released Bill's still rock solid cock and teased Warren some more "Thats it lover boy, fill my pussy with your come, finish me off, finish me hard and dirty.

"I'm going to cum," Warren informed us all, "I can't stop myself."

"That's great lover, spray your sperm into my cunt," she encouraged him.

"Oh fuck yes," Warren groaned as his body tensed.

Suddenly James pushed Bill out of the way as he tried to get his hard prick in front of Mary Jane.

Warren rocked backwards pulling hard on Mary Jane's hips, grinding her hard onto his prick as he started to shot his wad deep into her. This resulted in Mary Jane coming up off her hands on to her haunches, frustrating James' efforts to get his prick into her mouth in time. He was just too excited by what he had seen and the hand job he had given himself, and the sounds of Warren and Mary Jane's rutting was just too much. James sprayed huge amounts of spunk into her face and down her neck with the following surges. Necklaces of sperm hung from her lips, chin and tits before her tongue stretched to lap up some of the sperm from her chin.

And then she climaxed for the final time. Warren winced and cringed as her amazing muscles tugged and crushed the most sensitive part of his body, hitting on so many sensitive nerve endings all at once. He sank his fingers deep into her hips as an act of survival but this excited her more, in addition to her rubbing James's spunk into the tender mauled skin of her tits. Warren was trapped and had to endure Mary Jane enjoying the stunning heights of her orgasm as she creamed and screamed, her whole body shaking as she rounded out an out of this world morning of group sex.

I nearly shot a load myself as I watched her dreamy eyes mist over as she moisturised her abused tits with the hot present from James. Finally she collapsed forward onto her elbows totally exhausted, allowing Warren's prick to slip out of her cum swamped pussy.

Her arse protruded into the air and I was so tempted to fuck into her again myself, but I couldn't imagine fucking a loose cunt filled with other men's spunk. Although for a brief minute I seriously considered fucking her tight arse instead, but I still had some morals left and that would be rape to my way of thinking as I wouldn't have asked her permission, I would have just taken her.

No, instead I reached down and gently lifted her to her feet and pulled her dress around her to wrap up the totally fucked, stunning sex goddess that had handled all that four of us could give her plus one shot Barry.

I gently and carefully buttoned her dress from the button up, totally absorbed by the trail of spunk running down her thighs from her shaven & bruised pussy. I had my hands over her stunning clothed arse one last time before buttoning her up across her stomach to the underside of her cum covered tits. Here I pulled the material forward so she could ease her tits into the material before she completed the buttons herself.

I ran my hand through her hair as I said, "Here let me help you to your car."

Turning I called out, "James, keys for the lady please."

He struggled to his feet and brought the keys over and received a loving smile from Mary Jane in return.

I held her car door open as she slid in and then I gently closed it, leaning in to look at her for a final time, totally blown away by what she had done to and for us all.

"Are you Okay to drive home?" I asked, and she nodded. "If you have anymore car trouble, come back and see us." She gave me a big beaming smile in return. "Or alternatively I can do a house call if you prefer. She was still smiling as she drove out of the basement car park.



View From A Site Ch. 04



Well it had been about a month since Mary Jane's car had rolled into the car park of our construction site and I still smiled at the memory of that morning every time I went down into the basement car park as part of my duties on site. The same pallet of masonry blocks remained as a reminder of the four guys fucking her atop of them.

I was still coming to work early each morning to have a couple of quiet hours to myself to do office work before the site works started each morning. And each morning I kept one eye on the window hoping to see Mary Jane standing in front of her own bedroom window, across the road from the site, giving me a morning flash of her beautiful body. Whenever her bedroom light came on just before she opened the curtains I used to stand by my office window hoping for an early morning show. But Nah, nothing happened even though I knew she could see me standing there. Unfortunately she didn't give me the opportunity to set up the theodolite and admire her more closely through its telescope.

Then early one Saturday morning, my site office door suddenly burst open and in stormed Mary Jane.

"I am sick and tired of seeing you looking at my window each morning you fucking pervert," she ranted as she approached my desk.

"What?" was all I had chanced to say before she arrived at the front of my desk.

"I am getting married next month and I don't want my husband seeing you every morning, so this stops right now," she continued to rant as she came around the side of my desk.

I started to push myself up out of my chair to stand whenever a lady enters the room, as good manner demands.

"You don't fucking look through my window again," she screamed as her hand pulled back to slap me.

Fortunately I was standing as the flat of her hand hit the side of my face.

"Shit, Mary Jane, what the fuck has got into you?" I asked incredrously as the pain rolled through my cheek and I felt my colour come up.

"You bastard!" she screamed at me as she pulled her hand back for another swing.

'Shit, I've got some lass about to beat the crap out of me in my own office,' I thought and smiled.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" she cursed as her hand started towards my face, her fingers bunched in a fist.

I quickly grabbed her hand and twisted in, making her bend forward to ease the twist and pain I induced into her arm. Following through I used her momentum to twist her arm further forcing her head and upper body down onto my desk.

"AAarrgh, you bastard," she screamed as her breasts cushioned her face's flat introduction to the top of my desk.

I finished the follow through by bending her arm behind her back and using it to pin her upper body to my desk.

"What the fuck has got into you Mary Jane?" I demanded trying to get my breathing back under control now that I wasn't at risk of getting the crap beaten out of me.

"My Fiancé moves in next month after our wedding and I don't want you perving at us all the time," she stated, still very angry.

"Just hang on one fucking minute Mary Jane," I stated, starting to get a little angry myself, "it was you who started flashing me and putting on a show several mornings. And it was you who dragged me into you house one morning because you were hornier than hell and needed a good seeing to." I paused for breath and held her securely down on my desk, "And it was you who came in here a few weeks ago playing Miss Little Girl Lost, wanting a bit of rough from us builders. So don't come storming into my fucking office demanding changes saying I am at fault, wanting to be Miss Proper for your hubby to be. We all know different."

I looked down to see her pinned to my desk, and now I was safe and not under attack I could take in what was happening beneath me. I had Mary Jane bent face down on my desk with her arse thrust high towards me, wrapped in a denim mini skirt that failed to hide her tanned thighs, and her upper body wrapped in a 70's type cheese cloth shirt that failed to hide the shape of her heaving breasts that squashed out from under her with her chest pinned flat to the desk as she fought to bring her own breathing under control. Her long hair was spread over my desk in disarray and I had one hell of a hard on from the situation in front of me.

"In my fucking office I say what happens, not you, not anyone else," I growled at her still feeling the pain in the side of my face. "And I don't have people storming in here trying to beat the crap out of me," I informed her as my hand arced through the air and landed as a resounding slap on her arse, with the resultant suddenly painful scream. "I fucking decide what I do and what happens on my site," I stressed as my hand descended again for another resounding slap & scream, "Do I make myself clear?"

Mary Jane fought to get loose after the two painful slaps across her arse. "Let go of me you fucking bastard," she screamed as she fought.

I gripped her wrist and wrested a little more to bring her under control and to ensure she couldn't move as I gripped the hem of her short denim skirt up around her waist, surprised to find two lovely orbs of bare buttocks gracing my desk as I found she was wearing a throng instead of panties this time. Her left buttock glowed red from my previous two slaps. I gave her right buttocks two hard slaps in quick succession, with the resultant screams, to make them glow the same colour, but this time I could see the shape of my hand in the resulting welts that coloured her skin.

"Stop you bastard, stop," Mary Jane screamed but still tried to fight her way loose. Shit, this lass had some fight in her. Then she kicked backwards like a horse straight onto my shin.

"Fuck that hurt," I cried out and then gave her arse four or five more resounding slaps, alternatively across each cheek in retaliation for the pain inflicted on my shin.

"Mary Jane, now you are starting to piss me off," I growled as my free hand reached down to grasp a firm grip on the red orb of her left buttock so that my thumb rested against the band of material that tightly split her buttocks apart. My thumb was pressing down hard pushing the material against the puckered hole of her ring piece. Suddenly she stopped fighting.

"Now let me go," She demanded, "And I'll forget this ever happened."

"Like fuck I will," I stated, "and I am going to ensure you are never able to forget today. You made a big mistake storming into my office like that and trying to give me a slap. I have never done anything to you that you didn't like......... but today I think you are going to try things that you don't like;" and then I tightened my grip on her arm in anticipation of her trying to fight me off once my little speech had been absorbed by her brain.

And boy did she fight back. She kept trying to kick me, push back off the desk, she screamed, and she fought, all to no avail as I twisted her arm further to induce pain right up to her shoulder. Even then she kept fighting, the more she did so the more turned on I got as I watched this cornered minx fight and squirm on my desk, her exposed arse dancing this way and that.

I just wanted to fuck the arse off her.

She needed to save her energy for the fucking that was going to be coming her way; so I gave her arse another couple of hard slaps to bring her colour up again, to shut her up, and to make her realise the losing position she was in. Although she had hammered my shins with a few lucky back kicks she wasn't going to get free, I was just too fucking horny now to let her go.

"You can fight me all you want, but I am going to enjoy myself with you today before you back to your fiancé. That is a lovely ring on your finger ..... it is a shame you are going to have to clean all the spunk off it tonight when you finally get home.

"You fucking bastard, let me go," she screamed.

'Time to shut her up and get down to action,' I thought, as I reached slid my hand between her bright red livid buttocks to firmly grip her throng and ease it to one side, exposing her ring piece and lovely mound as she lay trapped on my desk. I slid my thumb to her ring piece, my forefinger to her pussy lips and my middle finger to the hood of her clit.

"Now which would you like first?" I asked as I gently applied pressure to reach in turn, starting with her arse.

"NNNOOO, Fuck off," she screamed, "I'll never submit."

I laughed, "Then I guess I'll just have to help myself. Shall we start with an entrée?" I asked as I pressed my thumb hard against her arse, stretching the skin as I pressed down.

"No, please not that," Mary Jane screamed.

"Oh you would prefer it with some dressing on first, ..... well Okay," I offered and then I slid my thumb down onto her pussy lips and found they were already damp. Her body was betraying her. I ran my thumb the full length of her slit before slowly easing it inside her.

"OOhhhh," she sighed as my thumb sank deep inside her as far as I could insert it. Then she remembered she wasn't meant to be enjoying this. "Get your thumb out of me," she demanded.

"Certainly," I replied, ever the gentleman, as I extracted my thumb, covered in her hot sticky juices, before replacing it over her tight rear hole and rubbing it across the opening. She fought back screaming, "Not my arse, please not my arse." I felt her tight hole ease just a little, but then I stopped. Now she knew who was in control of today's proceedings.

Using my forefinger instead I ran it along the full length of her slit, back and forth, back and forth; the gentle non penetrating motion teasing her until her hips tried to thrust up and back onto my finger.

"Looks like you want some of this," I teased. Mary Jane lay there silent, apart from her heavy breathing. I could feel her pussy lips becoming moist as her leaking juices were slowly coated across her lips by my roving finger. Slowly I applied more pressure and my finger sank in a little and continued to trawl between her lips. Now her hips were thrusting back some more, and with some urgency.

I stretched my middle finger down to rub her mound and tease her clit through its hood.

"Oh yes," I heard Mary Jane softly coo underneath me.

"I take it you like that then?" I queried.

Mary Jane looked as it she bit down on her lip to prevent herself giving me the satisfaction of knowing I was right. So I sank my forefinger straight down the centre of her love tunnel and pressed down harder on her hood as I started to frig her off in earnest now.

Her breathing increased and so did the way her hips thrust onto my hand. I loved the sight of her pinned to my desk watching her tits roll in the cheesecloth trapped between her chest and the desktop. But for now the most evocative sight was her bare arse grinding on my hand. If I hadn't had to be using my right hand to keep her arm twisted I would have been fondling the sides of her trapped breasts as well.

I eased my frigging to a standstill and waited to see what Mary Jane would do. Once I had stopped for only about 30 seconds, I could feel her pussy starting to twitch and clamp around my fingers before I saw her hips start moving on the desk, trying to thrust herself back onto my fingers. As she did this I opened up my hand slightly so that my thumb slid up between her cheeks until it touched the star of her bum, instantly making her twitch at the contact on her most private hole.

This put her in a most compromising position; if she wanted to continue to thrust herself onto my fingers to bring herself off then my thumb would invade her hole, or alternatively she could lie still and fight the craving that was alight in her body to reach orgasm.

"Damn you....... Either let me go or finish me off you bastard," she panted.

I enjoyed her discomfort and her indecision.

"In my office I decide, you don't demand," I reminded her.

To tease her further and to pass some time admiring her beautiful body spread beneath me I kept still apart gently fondling the side of her breast through the cheesecloth.

Mary Jane rocked imperceptibly underneath me as she tried to relieve the way her nipples must have felt squashed against the desk and the felling of my still fingers against her erroneous zones.

"Fuck you," she stated with feeling.

Taking my hand off her breast I reached for my mobile and dialled Warren, the electrician.

"Yol Bro, can you please bring me a couple packs of heavy duty cable ties to the office, some 300's, 500's, and some 750's........ Thanks, see you in a couple."

"What's going on?" she asked with a little uncertainty in her voice now.

I just stood still and continued to admire her arse with my fingers buried between them, before very slightly rubbing my finger against her hood.

"Uhhh," she groaned and her arse rose automatically until it increased the pressure of my thumb against her star hole.

"Come on Mary Jane you know you want & need this," I teased her.

"Fuck you," she repeated and I laughed, and increased the pressure of my thumb.

Then the office door opened a Warren walked in.

"Here are the ties you asked......." he started to say, "Fucking hell," his eyes bugged out as he took in the sight before him," Hello Mary Jane, nice to see you again, especially that lovely arse of yours," he laughed out loud.

"Fuck off," she snarled.

"What do you want these for boss?" he said ignoring her reply.

"A little fun," I replied, "and afterwards you and some of the lads can enjoy some fun yourselves."

"Shit hot," replied Warren with a big beaming smile.

"Go and prepare somewhere nice and private where you and the lads can entertain the lady later," I instructed.

"Sure boss," he confirmed.

"Don't rush, we may be awhile."

Taking a long look at Mary Jane, Warren finally turned and left.

"So what is it to be?" I enquired after Warren shut the office door.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to bring yourself off on my fingers or not?"

"But not my ass," she pleaded.

"It's your choice; it is either all three or nothing."

"Please finger me, but not my ass, please," she begged.

"Nah," I replied.

"You bastard," she almost spat.

"It's been said before," I laughed.

I removed my hand from her pussy and pulled a cable tie out of the packet and secured it around her wrist that was twisted behind her back; ensuring it wasn't too tight to affect her circulation.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to make it more comfortable for both of us," I explained.

"Huh?" she grunted.

I made a chain of cable ties about a metre long, fixed to her wrist before easing the pressure on her wrist arm. While still holding her arm behind her back, I used my other hand to grip her other shoulder and pull her upright before me.

"What's going on?" she asked in puzzlement.

"Just making you more comfortable," I replied as I turned her around to face me. Then I pushed her back so her arse sat briefly on the edge of the desk before quickly easing her legs apart with my feet and pushing her backwards towards the desk top. As she fell backwards I eased her bent arm from behind her and pulled it high above her head as her arched body came into contact with the desk top. I quickly hooked part of the cable tie chain to the window catch so she couldn't sit back up.

"Hey," she cried out, "what the fuck are you doing?"

"Just making this more comfortable and enjoyable for us both," I explained again, before quickly bending down to grab the ABS case of the theodolite and strapping it to her ankle with a long cable tie; thus securing one leg down towards the floor as it hung down from the desk.

Standing upright again I admired the view of Mary Jane strapped to my desk before me. "You look fucking beautiful for a bride to be Mary Jane," I praised.

This reminder put some of her original fight back into her, but she was unable to either sit up or roll over.

"This isn't fair," she hissed.

"Hey, you started this, storming into my office wanting to beat the crap out of me," I informed her, "but we can finish this together, enjoying your last week of freedom in style before your wedding," I smiled down on her trapped body.

"Fuck off," she hissed back like a trapped animal and I loved her for it.

I stood and admired her for several minutes, thinking back to how we had both come to be in this position. Mary Jane had unknowingly been flashing me her body through her open curtains that morning until I had then flashed the lights of my office to show my appreciation and inform her that I was watching. Then on another occasion one of the lads had parked on her drive and she had complained; but half an hour later I was in her bedroom watching her play with herself. Then the next time we met when her car had broken down I had fucked her on the same desk as she was spread now, when I had had no intention of breaking my marriage vows, but it had just happened. And now I was going to do it again, because Mary Jane had pissed me off, and now all of a sudden thing had got out of hand again and I seemed unable to stop myself. I wanted to fuck her strapped down body; I wanted to let out the basic animal that was inside of me. I wanted to throw off the bonds of human decency that holds the fabric of our society together. Inside the confines of my site Portacom I wanted to act like an animal in my cage with the stunning Mary Jane strapped and spread before me.

I ran both of my hands up her calves, over her knees and onto the smooth skin of her spread thighs, under the hem of her denim skirt, which had dropped down during the move, before meeting together in the V of her thighs. Her hot damp mound met my wandering hands, with the twisted throng cutting tight into her pussy, so I reached up and tugged it down until the waist band got below the hem of her dress and was unable to come any further due to her spread thighs. Reaching around the edge of the desk top I opened the top drawer and pulled out my Stanley knife and cut the waist band of her throng so it fell to the floor by her unsecured foot.

"Just what the fuck do you think you are doing?" she hissed at me through clenched teeth.

"Well Mary Jane, you have started something here that I wasn't expecting, but I am going to finish it. Speaking for myself, I am going to enjoy the situation you have caused; it is your choice as to whether you enjoy it or not!" I explained.

"I'm getting married next week!" she exclaimed.

"Don't worry we'll be finished by then," I boasted as I started running my hands up her thighs again, and Mary Jane started to try and fight her way loose off my desk.

I pushed up the hem of her denim skirt to expose her glinting pussy to my lust filled eyes, before sliding my left hand on to her mound as her hips rocked & bucked on my desk, trying to get free.

Mary Jane tried to slap me with her free hand, so I grabbed it firmly in one hand while I removed my other hand off her mound and reached for the cable ties. Within a minute her arm was stretched high above and secured to the window catch as well.

"If you've finished, we'll start again?"

"Fuck you," she snarled.

"That is what I have in mind," I replied & smiled as my hand went back to her bucking mound. I loved the fight and spirit of Mary Jane, but I didn't have all morning; so I pressed my thumb against the lips of her pussy and slid it easily between her damp lips.

"You are already wet for me!" I smiled my appreciation.

"Fuc.... AArrgh," she cried out as my forefinger slid up to the first knuckle into her tight arse. Suddenly her hips stopped bucking on my desk.

"That will calm you down a bit so we can both enjoy ourselves this morning," I calmly stated as I increased the pressure some more with my forefinger to ensure I had her attention. "Do we understand each other now?"

"Yes," she replied, as I started to stroke my thumb around the inside of her pussy. She was tight and very wet. Whilst this might not be what she had planned for the morning, I think her body was betraying her willpower, her slight sigh between clenched teeth said as much.




View From A Site Ch. 04



With my free hand I started to slowly undo her shirt buttons from the bottom up until I got to the underside of her heaving breasts, which were stretching her cheesecloth shirt tight across them, straining the buttons. Before undoing the last two remaining buttons I slid my hand off to one side to rub the underside of her left breast through the cheesecloth and the soft material of her bra. I could feel her nipples hardening to my massage, pushing her nipple rings to the fore through the material.

By now Mary Jane was breathing heavily, almost panting as I started to light up the various pleasure zones of her body. I focused on her tits to stimulate her as my thumb lightly rubbed the inside of her love tunnel and my forefinger stayed still within her clutching puckered hole. Once one breast and nipple was well stimulated I moved across the cheesecloth, enjoying the softness of the fabric, onto her other breast to play with and massage it for several more minutes. Now Mary Jane was starting to hump on my thumb with her hips and my forefinger rubbed and stretched her tight hole making both of us very horny. My prick was ballooning in my trousers, desperate for release and action.

Now I had to see Mary Jane in her full glory again so I released her firm breast and undid the two remaining buttons and pealed the cheesecloth off her breasts to reveal her heaving breasts encased in a fine mesh bra that showcased them to perfect. Having tied her arms it made it messy to undo her bra and slide it up her arms out of the way. Being a practical guy this was easily remedied by reaching for the Stanley knife again and carefully slicing through the thin material at her cleavage.

"Hey," she called out indignantly as the material pulled apart and her breasts rolled on her chest, no longer restricted by any restraint from the now trashed bra.

I now moved behind my desk, keeping my hand embedded in her pussy and arse, but allowing myself to bend over and suckle the ring pierced nipple that was now exposed for our mutual pleasure. As I took her nipple deep into my mouth Mary Jane sighed out loud, and my free hand reached to uncover and tease her other breast.

This was just too much for Mary Jane and she started to hump herself around my desk as an orgasm started to brew deep inside her. I eased my thumb backwards until I could slide it upwards and expose her very erect clit.

"Oh God, yes!" she cried out as my juice soaked thumb found her hard bud, "please finish me off."

I wasn't in too much of a hurry and just left my thumb placed against her clit, I didn't move it at all while I sucked and chewed on her nipple. Mary Jane need this orgasm and she humped and ground her hips on my finger and thumb for all she was worth, desperate for the relief an orgasm would bring her heightened senses the relief they craved. I was surprised as this meant that my finger was sinking deeper into her arse, but this must have been adding to the pleasure she was now enjoying as there was no sign of pain on her face, just a fierce determination to bring herself off.

"Fuck, yes, fucking wonderful," her coarse language turning me on no end.

I decided to help her out by pulling on her far nipple ring with me fingers while sucking down hard on her breast and lashing her other nipple ring with my tongue. In conjunction with this attack on my upper body, my other hand plunged my forefinger fully depth into her throbbing arse and rubbed my thumb hard across her hard clit.

"AAArrrgghhh!!!!" she screamed to wake the dead, and she humped and trashed like an epileptic on my desk as her first orgasm of the day tore her asunder. "Too much....... Too much," she cried, but continued to hump on my penetrating digits for all she was worth. I had to release her nipple ring from my hand for fear of ripping it out as she trashed around. I could feel hot sticky pussy juice seep over my hand as I continued to frig her arse and clit.

"Uhhh, aarrgghh, please," she groaned, "Arrrgh, please stop, I can't take anymore, pleaasssee stop!"

I did and slowly eased my finger out of her as I stood up right to see her face bathed in sweat as I asked "Was that good?"

"Fuck yes," she sighed with a look of wanting more in her eyes.

Whether I misread her need or not I was heading south to her wonderful pussy as I stepped around the desk and hiked up her short skirt to reveal her pussy in all of its glory. There lay my prize, my goal, my target, my pleasure, as I sank to my knees and thrust her knees wide apart; lifting her free leg up over my shoulder to spread her pussy and expose the stream of juice flowing from the folds of her swollen excited lips.

"Mary Jane your pussy is exquisite, just ripe for eating," I praised as I lowered my mouth between her spread thighs, aiming straight for the jewel in the crown, before clamping my mouth down hard onto her shaven mound. I sucked in on the warmth of her smooth skin forming a vacuum over her clit and pussy.

"Oh yes," she groaned as these new feelings relit the embers of her dying orgasm, "I love to have my pussy eaten out."

'Well I'm going to have the full smorgasbord for lunch,' I thought to myself as I extended my tongue straight into her love nest for my entrée. I received a warm welcome as her hips thrust up to meet my tongue and Mary Jane groaned out loud.

With having one of her legs hooked over my shoulder I could easily slide one hand under her buttock to grip and massage her hot rounded flesh. My other hand arched over her stomach to trace up towards and locate her right breast. Once I hand a firm grip on her cheek and breast then I settled down for my meal. For at least ten full minutes I pigged out on her pussy, enjoying her lips as I sucked on them like chicken wings; the depths of her pussy lapping up her juices; and as she racked through a couple more orgasms I headed to the dessert – her stunning clit. I sealed my pursed lips over the erect bud and sucked hard, at the same time sliding my forefinger into her arse. This was just too much for her and she screamed like a banshee, thrashing around pinned down by my lips and penetrating finger. I could feel her tugging on her restrained arms, desperate to defend herself against my continued onslaught, finally crying out "STOP, Please...... STOP" as she fought for breath.

I was amazing at this woman's ability to cum in such copious amounts as I drank down her pussy's dividend for such tremendous pussy licking.

"Stop you bastard, please stop," she screamed now as her hips tried to bounce her pussy and arse away from my tormenting continued penetration of her now abused pleasure zones.

I finally relented, having drunk my fill, my face smeared with her cum in vast amounts. I emerged from between her thighs like a cat that had the cream, and in reality I had.

"Fuck me Mary Jane, you are truly amazing. Your husband to be is a very fortunate man. So I guess I had better make the most of my opportunity today," as I slipped off my work boots and dropped my trousers to release my bursting prick.

"Are you ready for the meat course now?" I asked not even giving her time to recover from her last wrecking orgasm.

"No please, I can't take anymore," she begged "please let me go."

"All in good time," I smiled "and if you are really good I'll share you with the lads afterwards as they really enjoyed your last visit."

"No please, not that, my pussy won't recover in time for my wedding," she begged, desperation in her voice. This just turned me more to my animal side.

"You've made me too horny just to let you go now," I commiserated with her, "and what would the lads say if they missed their last opportunity to entertain you?"

"Please NO!!!" and with that I guided my rock solid length of meat against her spread lips and pushed forward in one long thrust to fill her up to my balls.



View From the Balcony



We have been in the car nearly all morning. I want a hotel on the beach and Greg isn't that picky. He thinks any hotel with a bed will do perfectly. I, on the other hand, have visions of frolicking on the beach looking trim, toned and sexy.

Finally, we drive up to a huge hotel, right on the beach. All the rooms have balconies, and there is actually a vacancy. The bellhop assists us to the third floor, opening the door and following us inside. It is a lovely room, light and airy, the decor in bright pastels. There is a huge king-size bed, looking very inviting. One entire wall is a window, with a sliding glass door that the bellboy opens.  The curtains billow into the room, the beach is right below us, the water looking green and refreshing.

When Jason, the friendly bellhop, leaves, Greg kicks off his shoes and stretches out on the bed. He strikes a pose against the headboard, trying to look sexy and desirable. In truth, he is very tempting. We had made a silly wager that we could not have sex until today, which was why the hotel was so important to me. It had been five days, five long days of kisses and touches and suggestive whispers. Both of us were so ready! 

I opened my suitcase, removing my new suit. Pretending I didn't know Greg was watching my every move, I slowly undressed. First, I unbuttoned my shirt, slowly. I gazed out at the beach and carefully removed the summery top, sliding it down my arms and letting it fall. Next, I unhooked my shorts, unzipping them and wriggling out of them. I stood there, clad only in a lacy bra and panty, my tanned skin nearly naked. Turning my back to Greg, I reached behind and unhooked the bra, shrugging out of it, letting it fall with the rest of my clothes. I stretched seductively, turning in profile, my nipples pointy and tight. I knew the lacy panties did not cover much, clinging to my shapely ass, barely containing it. If I turned to the balcony, Greg would be able to see my full curlies pressed against the crotch. I know he is particularly fond of my soft bush. I stood just inside the window, looking out, watching the people frolicking on the beach, so near we could hear their laughing voices. I glanced at Greg and saw an impressive tenting in his shorts. It made me smile. 

Someone on the beach turned up their radio. I love this song. I closed my eyes and began dancing. I let my fingers run over my near-naked body, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples. I crossed my arms and ran my hands down my sides, massaging my tummy, sliding along the panty as it skimmed my curlies. Peeking under my lashes, I could see Greg staring at me, saw his tongue slide over his lips in anticipation. I continued dancing, twirling now, moving around the room, seemingly in a trance. 

When Greg left the bed and came toward me, I had to move quickly. "What about our bet, Greg? I thought we were waiting!"

"The stupid bet was for today, Hildy! You said when we got to Panama Beach, we could make love. and we are here! We have been here nearly an hour. Look at me, look what you do to me!"

I must confess, looking at Greg was nearly my downfall. He slid his shorts down, revealing a hard, wet cock standing straight. He made it throb, knowing that made me giggle. Then he did the one thing he knew would make me succumb. He slid his own hand around his dick, massaging it, his fingers moving with total familiarity up and down the erect shaft. I had told Greg when we first met that I found a man caressing himself to be so incredibly erotic, and he had never forgotten. The sight of his long fingers, giving himself pleasure generally made me unbelievably hot. Today was no exception. It had been five long days. And Greg had a way of touching me, even as we drove, that made me crazy with lust. 

But here's the thing. I had a scenario in my mind, one I wanted to enact with Greg. It is the reason the balcony was so important to me, and now we had one. So, I would just have to be strong and wait, knowing tonight would be one of our best sessions.


I continued to evade Greg's questing fingers, taking my new suit to the bathroom to dress. Once inside, I removed my panties, not at all surprised to find the crotch soaking wet. Even though we had been together for over a year, Greg still had the power to make me melt with just a look. We were so well-matched it sometimes astounded me. We could talk forever about everything. We could sit together quietly, holding hands, and be content. Best of all, we could fuck for days and never get worn out or bored.

With a final glance at the mirror, I opened the bathroom door. Greg grinned lasciviously at me. The suit was a Caribbean red, snug, with cutouts at very unexpected places. It was a one piece, but sexier than many bikinis. I knew I looked good in it. I had been sunbathing nude in our backyard for weeks and my tan was golden and perfect. My breasts, though small, were full and lush with promise. My legs were toned from my daily workouts with my friends. I nearly blushed from the naked desire in Greg's eyes. Tonight was going to be fantastic, I just knew it.

I pulled on a little coverup skirt and sat on the bed to watch Greg. I never tired of seeing him naked. He had the best ass in the world, firm and shapely. His chest was covered with a fine matting of dark hair, running in a path to his tummy and beyond. He undressed now, trying to tempt me, trying to sway me, wanting to fuck me. But I had other plans. Finally he gave up and pulled on his bathing shorts, and reached for my hand.

"I want you, baby. You know that, you can see that. If tonight is that important to you, though, I will wait and play your game. Just remember, tonight I am going to fuck you like our first time. There will be no stopping me, I want it all, and I will get it. Tonight!"

We left our room, hand in hand, going to the big gift shop in the lobby. There we found huge floats, brightly decorated. We carried them out to the beach, and found an air machine to inflate them. Crossing the sand, I was pleased to see that I was creating a bit of a stir among the guys. One even whistled. Greg held my hand proudly, pleased that I was his woman. We rode the floats out into the water, holding hands and floating together. I must confess, I am not an ocean woman. I like to see where my feet are, know the distance to the bottom and feel sure that nothing is going to nibble my toes. So, very soon, I suggested we move to the giant hotel pool.

Greg was pretty agreeable. We carried our floats and walked over to the paved area. Ah, clear blue water, cool and not too deep. We jumped into the deep end and lingered there, kissing and discreetly touching under the water. I cupped his hard cock, my fingers searching for his full balls, massaging them. 

We ordered drinks, and climbed from the pool, lounging in the sun. Greg applied lotion to my exposed skin, lingering longer than I thought necessary. His fingers slowly massaged my skin, the drink affecting my mind. Greg knows me so well. Many days, he has come home from work to find me sunning in the backyard, and I attack him as soon as I see him. There is something about the bright sun and being naked or nearly so, it makes me crave sex. The longer we sat in the lounge chairs, the longer I sipped my drink and let Greg lotion me, the more my desire grew. I was nearly moaning with longing. Greg kept ordering drinks, innocent pink drinks, with tiny umbrellas. Sweet drinks that went straight to my center and made me ache. My legs fell open as Greg massaged my thighs. I concentrated on his hand, willing him to touch me THERE, right THERE, right on the aching center. But now it was his turn to tease and make me wait. He was perfectly well-behaved, ignoring the little moans I made.

The sun began setting. It was spectacular, seeming to sink slowly into the water, to be extinquished by the waves. The colors were glorious. We cuddled on the chaise, watching, kissing, sipping our innocent drinks. As the dusk gathered, Greg helped me from the chair. He carried both our floats and held me upright, guiding me to our room. Once there, he went to the bathroom, filling the tub with softly scented water, assisting me into it. He rolled up a towel behind my head, encouraging me to lean back and relax. He lit candles, moving about the room, busily making it a romantic haven. He left me to soak and I could hear him in the bedroom. 

I was nearly asleep when he came back to me. He knelt beside the bath and soaped up a cloth, washing me lovingly. I must admit, I was in a state of arousal that was beyond anything I had ever experienced. The sun, the drinks, Greg himself, all incited my passion.

When I entered the bedroom, I was delighted. Candles flickered everywhere. The curtains were open, the breeze filling the room. He had turned back the bed, the sheets glowing in the dim light. As I approached the bed, I looked out the window and stopped, amazed. Our floats were out on the balcony. They were side by side and made up like a bed, with crisp sheets and pillows stacked enticingly. The coverlet was draped over the iron railing, making our balcony a cozy little love nest, hidden from the beach strollers.

I stepped into a sheer black teddy, snapping between my legs, pulling up the tiny straps. I walked outside, stepping carefully over the floats, to the balcony railing. Being on the third floor, we seemed almost beach level. I could easily see the people playing volleyball, nearly smell the dinners being made over small fires. I looked up. The balconies on the fourth floor looked directly down on ours. Greg had placed candles on the table, lighting our balcony, illuminating our "bed".

He stepped up behind me. Lifting my hair, he began kissing my neck, his soft lips moving up and down that tender skin, making goosebumps on my arms and shoulders. His hands slipped under the straps, pulling them off my shoulders, down my arms. My nipples hardened with excitement. I could easily see the people on the beach, so they must be able to see me! I also knew that anyone on the floors above us could step out and glance down and watch the seduction taking place. I loved it!

The railing reached the top of my breasts. I stood very still as Greg lowered the teddy to my waist, his hands reaching around me, cupping and teasing my flesh. He pinched my nipples, pulling them, making them ache with need. His hands moved down my belly, feeling my smooth skin, circling. His mouth moved down my spine, kissing and licking me. The cool breeze made the moisture dry nearly immediately. Occasionally, he would nip, a tiny bite that made me cry out his name. He chuckled and continued his path, making my hips sway with desire. He was kissing my ass, his tongue sliding over the sheer fabric, pushing it into me. I felt his fingers between my legs, sliding up my inner thighs. I spread my legs for him, sure he could smell my excitement. I felt him touch my mound, then heard the snaps popping open. His fingertips combed my curlies, sliding through them, searching. Then he found it. The wet, swollen slit he sought. His finger slid along the length of it, moving deeper with each stroke. He barely touched my clit, yet I jumped from the contact. I stood there, my lover behind me, making love to me, while watching the people on the beach enjoying a summer night. He pulled the teddy up, around my waist, joining the other fabric. I was naked except for the strip of gossamer black cloth around my waist. Now his mouth began feasting on me. He kissed my asscheeks, licking his way up and down and around them. He separated the flesh and slid his tongue along the valley he found there. He lingered on my tiny rosebud, circling and plunging as much as possible, knowing I love this type of play. Then he pushed my legs farther apart, moving his face between my legs, seeking my slit with his tongue. He probed me, sliding up to my clit, licking and sucking on it, making me nearly weak with pleasure. He pushed his tongue into my pussy, fucking me with an intense rhythm, making me push my hips against his face, wanting to bury him in my wet pinkness.

I leaned my arms on the railing, holding myself up as he made love to me. I looked up and saw our neighbors, happily watching from above, taking in the scene and enjoying it immensely. Knowing they were watching, I began to massage my aching breasts, pulling the nipples, pinching them, enjoying the light pain I was creating. 

My hips were moving frantically. I pushed back repeatedly against his searching tongue, I needed to feel him deep inside me, I needed to be fucked now.

Greg pulled me down, making sure I was comfortable on the float. He positioned a pillow beneath my ass, raising my swollen pussy higher, opening me further. If he knew we were being watched, he didn't acknowledge it. He knelt between my legs, and buried his face inside me again. He shook his head, he dove and plunged, making small whirring noises with his tongue as he ravaged me. I reached up and moved the quilt, pushing it aside, exposing us from the waist up. I wasn't sure that anyone was looking up from the beach, but it thrilled me to think they would. I could look up and see the couple above us, totally involved in our little show, touching each other as they watched us.

Greg continued to lick me, knowing I was close. My legs were locking, my moans were growing louder, and my hips were thrusting against his face hard and fast. He held on, wanting to be sucking my clit when I came. I held his head, grabbed his hair and let the feeling sweep through me, coming hard, screaming with joy and satisfaction. As soon as he felt the orgasm ripping through me, Greg pulled from my grasp and sat upright. He plunged his shiny hard cock deep inside me, fucking me with all the pent-up sexual energy of the last few days. He "accidentally" pulled the quilt from the railing, exposing us to the beach people, my legs high in the air, Greg fucking me with hard, long strokes. His fingers reached for my nipples, pulling them and enjoying my deep, grunting cries. His cock was so deep inside me, so much a part of me. I rocked with him, fucked him back, feeling the hot tightness returning. He held my legs over his shoulders, pulling my ass closer to him with each thrust. I could feel the heat, the quiver moving up my legs, reaching my well-fucked pussy and igniting there. My muscles clamped onto his cock, pulling it deeper and deeper into the hot pinkness. I cried out his name, saying over and over that I loved him. 

Suddenly, he stopped moving. I could feel his cock hardbeating inside me, throbbing, swelling. His face was a mask of pleasure, his mouth tight with need. Then he exploded. I felt his hot come filling me, spilling into me and out of me as I milked him. He held my ass cheeks tightly as he continued thrusting, slower now, the appetite slaked. He fell on top of me, his skin hot and covered with sweat. His breathing was ragged and tight, his hands wound deeply in my hair, holding my face to his. 

We breathed into each other's mouths, whispering words of love and happiness. He settled on me, molding his body to mine. I could see our neighbors on the fourth floor move hurriedly inside and I wished them happiness and fun. I held Greg to me, running my fingers up and down his spine.

What a wonderful view from the balcony. Thank you so much, Greg," I whispered happily.

THE END....



View from the Balcony Ch. 1



We worked in different parts of the State, but Gerry and I usually ran into each other at the annual conventions. It had been a long day, a lot of meetings and now, a lot of paperwork needed to be done before we could leave. Gerry suggested that we do this together, up in his room, where it was peaceful and quiet. We ordered room service, raided the room refrigerator for cold beers, and finished the work on the various papers we had brought with us.

The dinner came with candles, so I turned off the lights and we talked comfortably as we watched the sun go down. I knew Gerry smoked a cigar after dinner, so he went out on the balcony with a cold beer while I cleared up the dinners, and pushed the cart out into the hall.

When I turned around, I realized there was no odor of the cigar smoke. A bit puzzled, I poured some brandy into two goblets and decided to join Gerry out on the balcony and find out why. I knew Gerry never missed his nightly routine of a brandy and one cigar. Just as I started to open the slider, Gerry turned around and put his finger to his lips, motioning me to be quiet. I was careful not to make any noise as I slid the slider closed. I noticed the cigar was lying on the top of the table, but it had not been lit.

I looked at Gerry, questioning him with my eyes. He grinned from ear-to-ear and motioned for me to come to the edge of the balcony and look over and down. What I saw took my breath away. NO WONDER Gerry wanted me to be quiet.

Gerry's room was on the second floor. The balcony overlooked a ground floor patio, which had a high fence around it. In the middle of the patio was a hot tub. I could see what had captured Gerry's attention. A man and a woman were embracing, in various stages of undress. From the looks of the clothing, both had just returned from a long run. Running shoes, jogging shorts and tops, all marked with sweat. We couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was easy enough to match the low moans with the position of their hands and tongues.

He had her back against the edge of the hot tub, his tongue buried inside her, and her arms were tight up around his neck. From the way she moved her head back and forth, it was easy to see that her tongue as just as involved with his mouth. His hands reached for her sport top and pulled it up over hear head. Her large round tits were already hard. She moaned as he grabbed one in each hand, stroking the nipples with his fingers and squeezing the mounded flesh. She arched her back as her hands dropped to his back and started raking his flesh with her nails.

Then he bent down, placing his mouth on her nipples, one after the other. His tongue was out, drawing circles around the aurora before he sucked and bit and pulled on the nipple. His hands were around her waist, his thumbs in the waistband and in one swift movement, he pulled her bikinis down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and stood there, not moving, while his hands reached down, grabbed her ass cheeks, and pulled her into him.

He didn't wait for her to pull his briefs down...evidently he was getting more and more aroused. He pulled off his pants and his manhood popped out, rock hard and standing straight out from his groin. He slid his hand inbetween her legs and started stroking her clit and pussy lips, her wetness covering his hand and running down the insides of her thighs. His lips and tongue had brought her nipples to hard jutting cones. 

She ran her hands down over his ass cheeks and, with one hand still stroking his rear, brought her other hand to his groin, exploring and touching him. Cupping and lifting his hefty balls, we could see them all hard and swollen, a sign of his growing passion.

We could see him ease one finger up inside her pussy. She jerked and writhed and moved up and down on his finger. She reached for his cock with both hands and with one hand around the base, slowly pulled up and down on it. Her other hand, palm flat stroked in round circles, spreading the drops of precum that had been oozing out of the slit at the swollen cockhead tip.

It was very obvious that something was going to happen and very soon, as their bodies pressed against each other, their hands increasing their stroking, faster and faster. I didn't realize I was holding my breath, fascinated by watching the scene below us, not ten feet away. I didn't even dare look at Gerry, although I realized he must be affected in some way, by the sight that was going on below us.

Just then, the man pushed her away, breaking all contact with her body. She stood there trembling, partly from her emotions and partly because of the now cool evening breeze. He reached over and gave her a gentle kiss and then pointed to the hot tub. We couldn't hear what was being said but from the grin on her face and the nod of her head, they were going to go in the hot tub.

I heard Gerry whisper in my ear that he hoped there were underwater lights in that hot tub. Then he asked me if I wanted to stay and watch, or go inside and watch television. I turned my head to look at Gerry...was he really serious about leaving the balcony? One look at his face and I knew the answer. With a low chuckle I turned my attention back to the hot tub below us.

I realized also that Gerry was now standing close to me, his arm wrapped around my waist. Before I could comment on this, our attention was again riveted to the scene playing out below us. 

YES, lights were on under the water and air bubbles were filling the water with frothy light movement. The couple reached for their drinks, placing them on the edge of the hot tub, before climbing into the water. The woman had a perfect build...high tight breasts, small nipples, with a tiny waist and smooth tanned hips. She had bikini tan marks on her front, but none on her back, so she was used to wearing a thong in the back. Her bush was dark and full and when she lowered one leg to get into the tub, it was easy to see the glistening wetness of her swollen pussy. The bubbles in the water only made her tits stand out even more. 

She turned to him as he lowered himself into the water. His stiff prick brushed the side of her face as he sat down. She quickly turned her head and gave him a quick lick of his cockhead with her tongue. He moved over so he was sitting on a shelf just below the surface of the water. His cock was sticking up above the water, his balls half in and half out of the roiling warm bubbles.

She apparently didn't need any further invitation, for she moved over and slid her mouth down over his cock, hands reaching for his balls. He bent over her body, stroking her back and sides, as her head bobbed up and down on his swollen cock.

All of a sudden, we noticed that he was moving her body in the water. We couldn't figure this out until he reached for a switch outside the hot tub. A jet stream of water and bubbles shot out of the side of the tub. He had positioned her body so the hard stream of air and water was aimed directly at her pussy. His hands were holding her in place. She reacted instantly, her bottom thrashing and writhing as the stream shot up to her asshole and down to her clit. We could see his maneuvering her body so the water was streaming directly at the entrance of her pussy.

She didn't let go of his cock, but her intensity increased, her stroking on his prick became frantic, long strokes, deeper and deeper into her mouth. I thought sure she was going to cum but no, he moved her pussy away from the jet stream of water and withdrew his cock from her mouth. What on earth was he doing that?

About this time I realized that Gerry's body was pressed against mine. I had been so intent on watching the scene below me, I hadn't noticed he had moved around behind me and was pressing my body against the balcony railing. I could feel the hard lump in his pants pressing against the crack of my ass cheeks. I didn't know what to say or to do...I was caught up in what I was watching...and thinking it had been a long time since I had had sex with anyone. It quickly flashed through my mind that Gerry must be feeling the same way but, for some reason I didn't want to discuss it. Not right then.

Feeling a bit devilish, I leaned my head back into his shoulder, turned my head, and whispered into his ear, "You haven't had your cigar yet". The muttered response was..."the hell with the cigar"! With that, he reached around and grabbed one of my tits, and kept his hand kneading my nipple. This was making me squirm, which was seating me tighter against his hard cock, not pulsing and hot against my body.

OH OH, now we could see why he stopped her from sucking on his cock. He had turned off the jet stream switch. He then positioned her on her back, holding her to the surface of the water. He raised each of her legs up onto the edge of the tub. The jet stream hole was now about four inches away from her pussy. One hand was under her shoulders, holding her somewhat out of the water. He bent down and was sucking on a tit, while his other hand was pressed against her mound. One finger was stroking her clit and searching for the entrance to her pussy. It was obvious that she was totally oblivious to anything but what he was doing to her.

He released the hand on her pussy, reached over, and switched the jet stream of water and bubbles back on. We could hear her yell, even from where we stood. Her mouth gaped open and she was gasping for breath. He quickly slid first one, then two and finally three fingers into her pussy. The combination of the water and his stroking fingers brought her to a shuddering intense climax. 

I was suddenly aware of Gerry now. His hands had been busy, unbuttoning my blouse. Both hands had been clenching and rubbing on my own swollen tits. My nipples were hard as rocks. I reached around behind me and yes, his cock was pushing hard against his pants. I suggested that we both take our clothes off, but to keep our eyes on the hot tub. He didn't need to say anything, as he reached for his zipper. The cool night air felt good on my body. Gerry now moved in behind me, and slipped his stiff cock inbetween my legs. I just stood there, putting my weight on first one foot and then the other. I was sliding on his cock.

Damn, but the scene blow had made me so hot...I hoped Gerry felt the same. We had never considered having sex before but tonight things had changed between us. No question had to be asked and no answer given. There was only one resolution to this evening but first we had to see what was happening below.

We knew that she had reached a climax, being masturbated by his fingers and the jet stream of bubbles and air. Obviously he was still hard. He pulled her back into the tub, only this time he positioned her so her back was where the jet stream had come out. He flipped the switch again...this time an entire vertical row of bubbles burst out again at her body. Another switch and another vertical row of bubbles emanated from the wall, only this time, they were directed at his back, ass and thighs. 

With the lights, the bubbles distorted the view just a bit, but we could see his hands grab her waist and jam her pussy down on his cock. Her arms were outspread along the outer edge of the tub, to keep her upright. He plunged into her again and again, stroking faster as each was caressed and further stimulated by the rows of pressurized bubbles stroking their bodies.

With a groan, he collapsed against her tits, holding her against the side of the tub, as her hands came down and wrapped around his back. They lay there in the water, not moving, totally spent from the sex they had just had.

I knew every bone in my body was aching...I could almost feel everything the couple was going through. I had never watched anyone making love before. I was so aroused now, the night air on my skin did nothing to cool me off. I wondered if Gerry felt the same way.

With our attention now diverted from the lovemaking below us, I turned to ask Gerry what he thought about the entire scene. I didn't even have to ask. With one movement, he picked me up and carried me in to the bed in his room. There was NO foreplay. There was just this urgent need for us both. His lips crushed mine. We were frantic, hands everywhere, touching, exploring, tasting, mouthing words, not waiting for answers. 

Course, Gerry JUST had to ask...in between sucking hard on my tits, his fingers jammed up inside my clutching pussy..."you want to get fucked out of your mine?" I gave him no immediate answer, but put my legs up over his shoulders, raised my hips and my pussy invited him into the hot wet darkness of me. "Oh yes, can't you tell? I want you to fuck me...fuck me hard...fuck me every way you can...and fuck me all night"!

Gerry needed no further word from me. He reared back, spread my clit lips with one hand, and guided his hard tool into the entrance of my wet pulsing pussy. He tried to enter me slowly, knowing the slow torment would drive me crazy, but I dug my heels into his shoulders and raised myself up to him. Gerry could hold back no longer. His whole weight was behind that first massive stroke. I met it...I grasped it...my insides sucked on his cock.

Within seconds, we were both writhing and twisting, seeking for that final release, and wanting to share it together. Finally, all sense of motion ceased and we entered into mutual spasms, each flooding the other with cum, the heat of it only urging the sensations to continue, one after the other.

Finally our contractions slowed down and we collapsed on top of the bed, not saying a word, just holding onto each other close, as we drifted off to sleep. 

I will never forget that night...maybe the next time Gerry and I have to attend a convention together, he can arrange to get that room with the hot tub. But, be assured, if we notice anyone up on the balcony watching us, we will put on a show of our own.

To Be Continued...



View From The Barn



"Why don't you and Clancy go fishing," my dad said. 

The five of us, Uncle Ted, Aunt Bessie, Clancy, dad and me were finishing our afternoon tea in the farmhouse kitchen after unloading the fourth load of hay for the day. The new corrugated iron shed was a quarter full of hay and that was all there was room for. The rest was taken up with the farm machinery. The few horses dad still kept were in the old split log barn, which had seen better days. But dad said that horses would soon be a thing of the past and the old barn roof was too low for the machinery he had on order, but it would take the rest of the hay.

"Sure," I replied, looking across the check tablecloth at Clancy. "Sure, Dad," I added sourly.

James Bunning and his sister Mary had come by in the morning to ask me to a tennis party the coming Sunday, and my dad had said no, before I had a chance to say anything. "Sorry James. But Clancy is only here for the few weeks of the holidays and I need him for the hay cutting."

It wasn't true and I knew the real reason why I was being kept away from the Bunning's house. And it rankled that he didn't trust me. After all I was 19 now and going to university in Sydney, and I felt I was an adult. But I didn't think to cross him. My brother and I had been brought up strictly and I knew what Rob's death had meant to dad. 

"Do you want to go to Chittaway Bay, or the mouth of the Creek?" I asked Clancy politely. I'd been home a week and though we had been working together I had still hardly spoken to Dad's new help. 

'The creek," Clancy replied, smiling across at me with his short dark blond hair, wide open face and big white teeth. He was no taller than me, and lean and wiry with strong hands. Not big hands, just good versatile working hands.

"What's running?" I asked him to be polite.

He shrugged and smiled. "Reckon something will be," he said, as uncle Ted shouted "I reckon the prawns might be coming down about now. So take the net with you."

My aunt Bessie's husband Ted had gone to the great war and come home hard of hearing. 

At dawn the next morning we rode down to the creek, me on my father's good horse and Clancy on Uncle Ted's, and when we left the track to the farm I almost didn't go off onto the narrow track that led to the creek. I looked up the main track that ran onto the road running to the Bunning's farm. I would much rather have been going to sit out under the big Almond trees with Mary and James. Playing tennis and talking the way we used to when I was at school and we were all on holidays. But in the last year that had changed. And I could understand what my father felt, but I could still want things to be different and wish he would start treating me like an adult. 

Clancy led the way to a shady patch of grass on the bank of the creek, "I used to come here with my father and Rob, my brother, in the old days," I told him as we stopped. 

"Hmm, with your Dad?" Clancy responded, looking up at me, "It was your Dad showed it to me, not long ago," he said, smiling, and I vaguely wondered what had made Pete, my fathers last off-sider, leave. The young men all seemed to get on with dad and be treated like part of the family.

When my mother died trying to give dad another son, Bessie had arrived to keep house, along with Ted, to help around the farm. A few years after Dad had got himself his first paid help, and since then there had been a series of fit young men. Some staying a few months, some a couple of years. Ours was one of the bigger farming properties in the Gosford area.

We unpacked the fishing gear and Clancy waded in with the throw net and cast it out into deeper water, then standing still and watching it as it settled to the muddy bottom, before he drew it in rapidly and smoothly and a handful of golden prawns jumped inside the mesh. 

"Hey, Ted was right," he yelled, laughing as he brought the net ashore and we picked the spiky, kicking catch out and transferred them to the billy-can, which I had filled with water as soon as I knew the prawns were coming in.

We filled the billy to the top with prawns, then set up our rods and lay back to wait for whatever happened. 

"Mind my rod," I said to Clancy not long after, "I need to go." 

I wandered along to a nearby tree and unbuttoned my fly, and when I was finished and shaking I nearly jumped out of my skin, because until he spoke I hadn't realised Clancy was standing beside me looking down. "Can I feel you?" Clancy asked, in such a quiet polite way that I was too amazed to stop him, as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around my dick and rubbed the pad of one over my knob. 

"Yeuhhh," I hissed, at the feel of his fingers on me. 

Then I wasn't facing the tree anymore and Clancy had knelt down and I was even more stunned as he opened his lips around my dick head, moving it into his mouth and closing his lips. Then he was sucking on me, and doing some tongue work. 

If I hadn't been in total shock at what was happening, I would have pushed him away and buttoned myself up, and told him I was going home. And said that if he ever tried anything like that again I'd tell my father, and he'd be out of a job. 

But I didn't do any of that. I just stood there gaping and looking down at his dark blond head bobbing up and down, as my cock filled out under his attentions. Then I heard a groan, my groan, and I was gripping his hair and jerking his head back and forth, faster and faster, and moaning. And I came, shocked to be filling his mouth with my cum. 

It was 1938 and I had never even seen a woman naked, much less played around with one, and I had heard stories about what men sometimes did with each other, but that was in another world. Not my world. But that afternoon I came inside another person for the first time, and it was Clancy's throat I filled with my seed. But in my head an image of Mary had swum around. Mary in her best dress at the Armistice Day picnic the year before. 

Afterwards I was embarrassed. And wondered if I had made some sign that I had wanted what Clancy had given me. Then I looked down and he was looking up at me smiling. "You have a beautiful dick," he said, still holding it. 

"Hu, uh" I mumbled, stepping back and turning away and pushing myself back into my pants, buttoning up as my head swam. I was panting still and feeling . . . well better than when I stroked myself off. Which I still worried was a bad thing to do. But I'd never been able to stop doing it.

Now my head was spinning and as we packed up I occasionally glanced over at Clancy, wondering that he seemed normal still. That night in my bed I took my erect dick in my hand and thought of girls, but I couldn't help remembering how good Clancy's mouth had felt on me. And I was sure that what had happened was wrong, but I knew I wanted to feel it again. And in my mind it was Clancy's mouth I was filling again, when I came.

A couple of days later we finished cutting the hay and Dad and uncle Ted stayed with the machinery while Clancy and I took the last wagon load of hay back to the farm alone. There was less than half a load and the two of us got it stacked in the old horse barn then washed up in the horse trough and sat down to rest and wait for Aunt Bessie to call us for lunch. 

"Hey," Clancy said, sitting up close to me, "Can I feel your dick again?" 

And his hands were unbuttoning me before I could make myself say anything in reply, and I just lay my head back against the hay and looked up at the barn roof as he freed my already growing pole and wrapped his lips around it. I moved my hips instinctively. God he had good lips. Firm and soft and full. I moaned as I felt them slide down my stiffening shaft, and I grunted as he teased my knob with his tongue. "Oh, God," I gasped as he took me right in and I moved my legs apart without even thinking of what I was doing. He had me throbbing and moaning when he whispered it. 

"Would you like to put it inside me. Like with a girl?" he said, in his calm quiet voice. 

I would have put it anywhere just then, and pulled his head down till he had me encased again, and giving a few pumps of my hips I drove myself in and out of that soft sucking mouth. Quickly giving him another load of my semen

But I wondered later, as I lay on my bed with my hand encasing my throbbing cock, how good it must be to put my dick inside a girl, or inside Clancy. I thought, "If his mouth is so good, then how much better it must be to have it in the right hole. The one God had meant for it. Or, or in another hole, similar." And I had a thought that maybe if he offered again I'd ask Clancy what he meant.

The next evening was Friday night and as usual we all sat in the parlour and listened to Aunt Bessie play the piano. Dad sang a couple of Scottish songs and Clancy sang the latest version of Waltzing Matilda, before Bessie started playing her favourites, Mr Straus's waltzes.

Dad was soon snoring, and Ted was doing his best to finish another bottle of beer so I wandered out onto the veranda for some fresh air, and in a few moments Clancy joined me. We stood in silence for a while, but with me heating up just having him standing there, and with that question on my mind. 

"What you were saying . . ." I began hesitantly, but my dick wasn't hesitating, it was already starting to move and get uncomfortable. "What you were saying about . . . um, girls," I mumbled.

"Come over to the new barn," he said, and wandered off in that direction.

I followed him. Already keyed up. Wanting to know what it was like to bury my manhood in someone else's body. Not just a mouth, the real thing. And my hand went to my growing erection and eased it into a more comfortable position in my pants. 

Inside the barn Clancy lit a hurricane lamp and hung it by the stack of hay where some bales had been pulled down and set up like a bench, and covered with a piece fo tarp. He sat down and smiled at me and opened his arms to welcome me to him, in a gesture I had seen him use several times now. And I stepped into his willing embrace, and helped him unbutton my pants and pulled my cock free, and pressed it to his lips. 

I still thought of Mary, and am sure I was aroused by her, but I was also hungry for the reality of Clancy. Clancy with his soft obliging mouth. Convenient and wanting. 

When I was throbbing and not all that far from shooting another load of my semen into his throat Clancy pushed me gently back. 

"You wanna do this like I was a girl?" he asked, smiling up at me dreamily. And I saw that his hand was stroking at is pants, and that he had an erection of his own down there. 

For some reason I had not given any thought to that. I had seen his long penis with tis loose foreskin, a couple of days before and he had asked me if I wanted to touch it. But I had been shocked at the idea, and he had put it away without seeming upset that I hadn't done for him what he had done for me. And I had been relieved. It was something I was afraid of, of doing to him what he was doing to me. Selfish of me maybe. But natural.

Now I realised that he really liked what he was doing. And I felt maybe as if I didn't have to feel so guilty, as he was also giving himself a good time.

Then he unbuttoned his fly, slipped off his braces, and his pants and underwear dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. His dick was now standing up long and thin and with a red bulb on it that seemed to be waving at me, fascinating me. His body was covered in curly dark gold hair and his skin under his clothes was as white as milk, compared to his deeply tanned arms, face and neck.

"You can do me in the ass," he said, turning around and leaning over the hay and resting his chest down on it. "Just put some spit on," he added, reaching around his own spit covered fingers and pressing them in and around his hole, wetting it down and opening it some. He fingers seemed to enter it easily and I added some of my own spit, which he helped me rub in, and then I was pressing the head of my cock into him. 

His entrance was tighter than I had thought. I had imagined I'd just slide on in with no effort, but for a moment it was not so easy, and I wondered if I was doing it right, but then I got in a small way and just sort of glided on in the rest. I moaned at the feel of his passage encasing and stroking my moving rod, as it went to it's full depth inside him.

"Oh gee, Oh," I moaned and sighed, as I plowed him, first slowly, getting my balance, then faster and faster, and harder. I got heated up, ready to burst and was pounding my hips against his milky white bum, gripping his hips and shooting my semen into him. 

"Ouff," I grunted, and, "Ouff," and, "Ouff," again, as I let loose of my load in three shots.

Then as I collapsed, panting, over his back I felt him moving rhythmically under me and realised he was stroking himself off, hearing the sigh and feeling him jerk as he came across the hay. I lay there a bit longer with my hands kneading his shoulders and running over his back and through his hair.

"Thanks," I said shyly as I stood up and slipped the last way out of him. 

Some juice oozed out of his gaping hole and I was fascinated by it, and touched it before he stood up and smiled at me, and came in and hugged me and whispered "That was terrific," in my ear, squeezing me tight. 

I went back to the house and into the lounge room, while Clancy went around the back to the kitchen. Inside I found that my father had already gone to bed and Bessie was playing some sad slow romantic piece, and Ted was lying back on the sofa and singing along unintelligibly. I said good night and made my way unsteadily up to my room, where I fell into bed and was asleep in moments. 

That was only the first time I fucked Clancy, and after the second time I started to reach under him and help him stroke off his long thin cock in time with my fucking. 

For the next few weeks Clancy sucked me off or I fucked him on most days, and then it was the end of January and the church picnic to celebrate the last weekend before school went back. We all got into my fathers car, Bessie, Ted, Clancy my father and me, and drove to Erina. And at last I saw Mary. It was the first time since she and James had come by our place in the first week I was home. With Bessie hovering I was able to go up and talk to her, and I saw quickly that there was something different about her. James was reserved, but Mary was gushing and laughing as if she had been missing me badly, and if I had seen her like that a few weeks earlier I might have been spellbound by her, as my father had feared, but I had changed too. My first nine months studying in Sydney, and the time since I had come home for summer, had changed me forever. 

Now I found Mary - not as appealing as I always had. There was something rough about her that I hadn't noticed before, something in the way she giggled and rolled her eyes, and leant over so I could get a glimpse down her dress that was alien to the young women my great Aunt had introduced me to in Sydney. And she talked of nothing but tennis parties and picnics I'd missed, and other people's romances.

When Rob was alive there had been no plans for me and no one minded that I was taken with Mary. Her family had a good sized property and if I chose to stay on the farm that was fine. It was hoped that either Rob or I would go to Sydney and join my great uncle in the legal profession, he had his own practice, but it didn't matter to my father who did. Then Rob had run the new tractor too fast up a small rise and it had flipped over. Now he was gone and I had a damaged leg and my father had decided that my future was in the law, not in the physically demanding work of the farm. 

I could now see that Mary could never be the wife for me in my Sydney future, and not just because of what had happened while I had been away. I was polite and said I'd missed her, but as we talked I could see by the look in her eyes that she soon realised I was lying, and her mouth became a trembling line, and her eyes frightened and teary. And James stepped in and pushed me aside, and led her away. If she'd gone away to Sydney in secret earlier in the year, as Bessie had taken me aside and said when I first came home, I wondered whose baby it had been. James kept such a close eye on her, and her father would have forced the man to marry her, if he was from any half reasonable family.

I rejoined the adults and found the talk was all of the threat of Hitler and another war in Europe. And when we got home that night Ted was more than half drunk, and now and then shouting, "There is going to be another bloody war. Damn them to hell. All of them," and sobbing. 

And my father looked grim for some reason and disappeared up to his room early. Clancy was reading the newspaper on the kitchen table and I wandered out to the new barn, and lit the lamp, half hoping he would follow me. I wandered around the machinery for a few minutes then climbed the ladder up into the loft and lay down on the hay looking out of the tall narrow window in the end wall. Looking up at the clear night sky and considering how much I had moved away from the life and people of the place I had grown up. 

Lights were on in the house, we had the electricity connected - but no close neighbours, so on hot nights the windows would be wide open, with no curtains drawn across them to interrupt the breeze. There was a good distance between me and the house but some movement in my father's room drew my attention to it and I focused on it, brooding still on other things, before I realised that there were two white figures in there. With shock I recognised they were both pale bodied and naked, and focusing on them properly saw one reach out his arms in a welcoming gesture and go down on his knees before the other, reaching around his hips, and moving his face into his groin. 

I was both mesmerised and horrified as I realised I was watching Clancy go down and suck on my father's penis as he had sucked on mine. But even seeing them at a distance I knew the feel of Clansy's soft mouth on my dick and couldn't stop myself releasing my own cock from my pants and stroking it until I came, before watching Clancy mount my father and slide that long thin cock of his up my father's ass. I confess I watched until they were done and Clancy had left the room and the light went out. 

Fortunately I was going back to Sydney in a couple of days, and I managed to avoid being alone with Clancy. But I was embarrassed whenever I was with my father, and more so when I saw the two of them go off together to the new barn and not return till Bessie called them in for lunch. 

I returned to Sydney with a hundred thoughts in my head. Why my father had never remarried. Why Clancy had satisfied me, and given himself to me so readily. Home was suddenly a mass of confusion, but within months the war had started and I was conveniently kept too busy in Sydney to make it back to the farm again for a couple of years. 

When I did return it was to find little changed, Clancy had not been accepted into the army and had stayed on the farm, my father seemed content, and there was a new tractor in the new corrugated iron barn. I was determined not to accept any overtures that Clancy might make, but was disappointed not to have my resolve tested when he made none. He did nothing to suggest anything had ever happened between us, and sitting there at the dinner table with Bessie, Ted, Clancy and my father, I found it hard to believe that anything ever had. 



View from the Belfry



Saintly Pleasures

Author's note: These are the erotic adventures of the inhabitants of Ste. Licentia in the Swamp, a special monastery in Eastern Europe. The cast of characters includes Bishop Brutus (the Abbot), Sister Celine (his consort), Master Igor (Brutus' assistant), Squire John (a worker in the monastery's stable) and Sister Pussywillow (Celine's lover). Various other characters appear occasionally. Maid Mary Margaret (denizen of the local village), is featured in this story. The episodes are in no particular order and begin mid-stream. At some point, I'll write an opening chapter.

Atop the Monastery Church

We invited our new playmate and sister in sin, Maid Mary Margaret, for a walk in the countryside. It's a crisp spring day. You're wearing the semblance of an off-duty nun outfit: light, black, strapless dress, with a band holding it up above your perky, bra-free breasts, the hem running modestly just above your knees. Black opaque stockings cling to your shapely legs and your dainty feet sport an adorable pair of black Mary Janes. A black silk scarf over your head tops off the ensemble. 

Maid Mary's attire is a bit more provocative. She's wearing a thin, almost transparent pale yellow sundress with spaghetti straps that barely covers her tight little buns. Her tiny tits are visible, her pronounced nipples, eraser-tipped like yours, straining against the soft material, and the outlines of her smooth bald pussy are almost discernable when the light shines through her loose-hanging dress. The dress' color reflects her bold shock of blonde hair that curves back on either side of her head—short, though a bit longer than yours. Her deep tan reflects the many hours spent in the sun tending her garden and running her errands. 

A bit older than Sister Pussywillow, probably in her early 30's, her form is decidedly more womanly than your beloved companion. Her bright, blue eyes and large pouty lips suggest an innocence betrayed by her strong shoulders, tiny waist, flaring hips, and long, toned legs. Though she appears smaller, she stands around 5' 6", somewhat taller than you, and, of course, towering over Pussywillow's 4' 9" frame. She's wearing tawny little ballet slippers as we spy her waiting for us outside the monastery's main church.

Her head is crooked upwards, admiring the tall spire of the church—an imposing landmark that dominates the valley and awakens the villagers with its long, gonging bells, keeping them liturgically attuned to the rhythm of the days. As we approach, you skip ahead and embrace her fervently, burying your nose in her delicately scented neck, your hands groping her firm ass cheeks. 

I embrace the two of you as I arrive, drawing you to my broad chest and holding you there firmly and protectively. Already somewhat aroused, my Episcopal shaft rises to half mast as your warm, sensuous bodies radiate their warmth through my silky, short tunic.

Backing away from us a bit, Maid Mary cranes her neck again to view the uplifting spire of the church's bell tower. She remarks, almost plaintively, how she would love someday to see the belfry and ring its mighty bells, herself. You squeal in joyous agreement, remembering that you had promised yourself one day to visit the belfry without the worrisome accompaniment of its overseer, Master Igor. 

I take you each under my arms again and, together, we stride to the church's main entrance and climb its stately stairs. Once inside, I direct you to a small doorway that opens onto a spiral staircase ascending to the tower's height. Feeling adventurous, you lead the way up the steps with Maid Mary following, as I bring up the rear. 

Literally, as it turns out, since I can't help but caress the insides of Mary's exposed upper thighs, their tan texture contrasting starkly with her ivory ass globes. As I brush my fingers against her already dampening pussy folds, she moans rapturously. Emboldened, I explore the entrance to her maidenhood with my fingers and thumb, pressing them more deeply up and into her cunt canal with every rising step in the spiral.

Finally reaching the top, you dart ahead as we follow more slowly. Maid bends back against my more emphatic invasion of her sopping pussy, which is rudely interrupted by a happy yelp of surprise, "Squire John, what a wonderful coincidence! What brings you to the belfry?"

And in answer to your query, he stammers, a bit taken aback, "Master Igor requires that I replace the fraying bell ropes. See what sorry shape they're in!"

You inspect the cords, brushing suggestively up against the Squire's groin, feeling his magnificent tool jerk at your flirtatious attention. Maid Mary steps quietly to one of the open portals, drawn magnetically by the dramatic view of the valley, opening spaciously out before her. I move behind her back, placing my hands on each of her shoulders, smelling the sweet scent of her golden hair as she presses her firm ass cheeks against my rising rod. 

I brush the straps off each of her shoulders, kissing down and up her long neck, nipping gently at each ear, tracing my tongue around them and inside them while she presses back against my straining sheath more urgently, gasping gulps of air as I take her nipples in my hands, squeezing them slightly and cupping both her small mounds as if testing the firmness of fresh peaches. 

Paying no attention to us, you follow the long ropes up, up, up with your eyes, spying their fixture to the lofty bells' jambs, then tracing them back down to the knots in your hands. Your lips purse in a mischievous smirk as you move your hands up to the higher rung of knots, pulling the rope down to your knees, then letting it go, feeling the knots thread through your fingers. 

You pull again, this time more forcefully, drawing the rope down between your legs, then letting it loose, then pulling it down again, and again. Finally, a faint gong rings through the spire as you achieve your end, holding on to the quickly rising rope as it lifts you to your tippy-toes. You plunge the rope almost to your ankles, then let it go as it lifts you off your feet a few inches, the resulting gong rather less faint.

Now you assume a rhythm, pulling the rope down deeply, then letting it lift you up as the gongs become more assertive and measured. With each pull and release, you're lifted higher and higher, the gongs pealing noisily as you pant with delight. Three feet, four feet, six feet, eight feet, higher and higher you go as the bells announce your victory. 

Sensing that things might be getting out of control, the Squire moves forward and tries to catch you, to slow your swift ascent. Grabbing the hem of your dress, he holds on tight as you rise quickly, the dress slithering down your shapely body and coming to rest in Squire's big hands. And you shoot aloft, naked as a jaybird with nothing but your stockings and shoes and silk scarf, blown back off your head, now fluttering in the breeze on the back of your neck.

Had anyone below been watching the tower with its many and generously spaced portals, they would have spied a naked nun, headdress clinging to her neck, breasts bouncing in the breeze, nipples hard and pointy from the early spring chill. Audible to those listening would have been a faint squeal, punctuated by the resonant deep pronouncements of the church's mother bell, "Wheeeeeeee-heeeeee-weeeeee!" Shooting up and down like a missile, you cling to the rope for dear life. 

Squire is consumed with agitation, positioning himself as best he can to pluck you from your doom. Down you come, his hands shooting up your stockinged leg, his coarse fingers penetrating your exposed pussy as you gasp with pleasure at the unanticipated intrusion. You reach out with one hand, trying to grasp the Squire, and as you bolt back up, you take with you his tunic, dragged over his head in a flash. He awaits your downward plunge, this time positioned so as to be just in front of you as you land, his cock at full mast, pulsing from the lewd display you offer him. 

Down you come, legs spread, pussy petals open for all to admire and "Sploingggge!" Your creaming cunt lands directly on Squire's throbbing log, engulfing it to the hilt. "Aiiiieeeeeee!" You screech.

"Fuck!" yells the Squire. And you slide up and off, aloft with your gaping pussy leaking large gobs of Squire's pre-cum as you soar again to the spire's upper reaches. 

"Yes, Squire," you yell down. "Fuck me with your big, hard donkey dick! Fuck me now!" And "Splussshhh!" You land again on his pulsing pole, rammed up to the hilt of your hungry cunt. "Ohhhhhhh....ooooooo.....ahhhhhhhhh! Yes, Squire, like that! And now again!" Up and away you go, pussy dripping and drooling, Squire's outstretched arms trying vainly to capture you. And careening down, you impale yourself yet again on Squire's engorged column, this time clenching your pussy as it sucks up the full length and girth of his massive cum pole, letting loose with a lewd "pop" as you shoot heavenward. 

Again and again you hurl yourself on Squire's throbbing rod until you begin to squirt uncontrollably, spraying your erotic essence all over the belfry, splashing down again and again on Squire's waiting mast. Overcome by your reckless passion, you begin to feel faint, unsure of whether or not you can continue to cling to the rope. Landing again square on the youth's pulsing shaft, as if by heavenly design, the fraying strands of rope snap apart, leaving the end of the rope in your hands, the rest flying upwards as the gongs peal maddeningly, now completely free of human control. And you come to rest, your squishy pussy clinging to Squire's pulsating pole. Quaking with spasms of unquenchable passion, you lock your ankles together and ride Squire's mast, throwing yourself up and down on his slippery shaft, your squirting leaving him awash in gush after gush of your of lust.

Overwhelmed by your insatiable assault and unhinged by your uncontrollable passion, Squire cannot last much longer. Your squirting continues unabated and with each downward thrust, your clit hits the base of his cock, sending electric currents of pleasure bolting throughout your body. As he feels his white magma roiling around his donkey balls, he grasps your ass cheeks with his big, coarse hands and clenches them like a limp doll's throwing you savagely onto his expanding shaft, dragging you up and off, then hurling you down again and again and again, your clit banging against the base of his dick harder and harder. You goad him on in a rasping wail, "Fuck me harder, Squire! Fuck me faster! Bury your hot seed in my wanton womb! Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me!"

You feel his dick expanding to an inhuman breadth and feel his cum coursing in torrents through his cock canal and just as you are buried once again up to his unholy hilt, you swoon at the release of his pent-up seed, exploding through the damn of his pee-hole and loosing stream after stream of hot white lava splashing over the walls of your waiting womb. 

And as he presses you down roughly on the base of his cock, he pours gallons of his milky cream into your thirsty cunt. Your clit implodes, sending spasms of ecstasy washing through your body like a tsunami of monstrous proportion, making you quake and jerk as one possessed, seized by the maniacal passions of your demons within. Were it not for his savage grip, you would have been catapulted into the air by the sheer pressure of his undammed eruption of cum.

Your juices flood over his throbbing probe, gushing in streams down his legs to the floor as you continue to fling yourself down and over his erupting cock. You are mad with passion, flinging your head back and forth, gouging his shoulders and back with your sharp nails, grinding the heels of your shoes into his tight, trembling ass cheeks. 

Clenching your pussy as you draw yourself up, you squeeze and suck every ounce of cum you can from his limitless reservoir, growling like a beast of prey as you consume his bodily essence. His bellowing joins the cacophony of gongs pealing out into the countryside as he acknowledges the victory of your unrestrained lust over his poor, lost soul, now ensnared by the demons that hold you fast from within.

And as your fierce humping slows, you entwine your fingers in his thick straw hair drawing his glowing face close to yours and kiss him hotly on the mouth, plunging your tongue practically down his throat, pressing your messy pussy petals one last time on the base of his spent dick. He kisses you back, exploring every corner of your mouth with his large, long tongue, still gripping your ass cheeks with his big hands. 

Finally you break the kiss, sighing deeply, both of you panting from the intensity of your exertions. You wrap your arms around his neck, licking the salty sweat off his shoulders and face, loosening a bit your legs' and ankles' tight embrace of his youthful, firm buns. And as you come to rest with your chin on his broad shoulder, you bring your fingers up to your mouth and slide your thumb into your wet oral cavity, sucking with such energy that it causes deep dimples in your cheeks and makes your thumb want to orgasm in your unsated mouth.

You open your eyes and see Maid Mary being fucked righteously from behind by your beloved Master, your cat-like eyes focusing in on her mouth which holds just the tip of her slender thumb. Your sucking intensifies, drool spilling down and over your chin, as you turn your gaze upward and catch my eyes, piercing you with an instruction you don't at first understand. I nod downwards in the direction of Mary's head. You flash your gaze there, then look back at me with a nod.

Slowly you plant your hands on Squire's shoulders and lift yourself up and off his slippery column, sliding down in front of him, trailing your tongue down his long, pulsing shaft, awash with both your juices. Pushing down his semi-hard pole, you take his purple, bulbous head into your dribbling mouth and suck and swallow the last remnants of his cum down your throat, licking up and down the length and around the breadth of his satyr's dick, cleaning all the juices clinging to his sheath, licking around and over his big balls, sucking up the remaining liquids loosed in your mutual assault.

Wrapping your small, strong hand around the girth of his massive tool, you lead him over, closer to Mary and me. I motion once again downwards, and you drop to your hands and knees, letting go with a sigh the source of your most recent pleasure. 

Squire follows you on his hands and knees, sniffing the powerful scent of your sex directly in front of his face, watching his cum ooze slowly out of your enflamed cunt, sliding down your inner thighs in small rivulets of milky manmeat essence, abandoned to whatever guidance you provide. I motion for you to stop directly above Mary's face, turned sideways, her moans escaping around her lightly held thumb.

While you and Squire were fucking with the bells, Maid Mary and I were becoming more intimately acquainted. I pulled down the flimsy dress, letting it puddle at her feet, and lifted my tunic up and over my head, throwing it to the side. I turned her around to face me and brought my large hand to her throat, clasping it gently and drawing her to me. 

Our lips grazed in teasing nibbles, brushing lightly against each other as the tips of our tongues danced and darted just at the threshold of our mouths. Then her mouth covered mine, her tongue shooting into my mouth with the power of a preying lizard, wrapping itself around my tongue and pulling it into her greedy orifice. Our tongues lashed at each other with intensified hunger, exploring every nook and cranny of one another's mouths, then licking softly around each other's lips, sending waves of tingling goosebumps over our bodies.

We embraced more earnestly, fucking each other's mouths with our tongues. She ground her hard nipples against my chest, rubbing them back and forth as her breathing grew more ragged and her grasp more possessive around my back and on my ass cheek. I lowered my hands to her firm buttocks and squeezed them harshly as I pressed my turgid tool against her abdomen. She moaned loudly, letting her head fall back, her eyes rolling upward while I kissed and licked down and up her stately neck, pausing to suck and bite her tender flesh as I left my marks on her now submissive body, pliant to my every whim.

She pressed me back with her hands, exposing my taut nipples, which she attacked with her lips and tongue, sucking them separately deep into her mouth, working her lips in tight circles as her inhalation of their nubs became more urgent. My knees went weak for a moment at her abandoned assault on one of the most sensitive areas of my body. Her hands snaked down to my cock, taking it into her palms, wrapping her fingers around it and sliding them up and down my stiffening shaft.

I now pushed her away a bit and putting my hands on each of her shoulders, guided her down firmly so that her face was aligned with my rapidly rising pole. Needing no further instruction, she pressed its tip to my abdomen as she began licking in long wet slurps from the bottom of my balls all the way up to the tip of my bulb. She licked up and down and all around the entire circumference of my Episcopal miter, then pulled it down to lick lightly at the most sensitive area just beneath my pee-hole where my circumcised hood flares away from the center of my dick. Fluttering her tongue against the soft, overly sensitive skin sent shivers throughout my entire body, causing my toes to curl in autonomic response to her expertly focused attention.

She noticed my agitation and shifted her face so that it was perpendicular to my pole, and placing the bulb of my cock sideways in her mouth, flicked her tongue back and forth over the sensitive patch, pausing to flutter her tongue directly on it, then flicked it back and forth again. This sent me into the stratosphere and flipped some switch in my psyche that drove me to fuck her mouth with a savagery that was utterly self-absorbed. 

I placed one palm over her eyes and the other hand curled around the back of her neck, forcing her mouth over my cock as I fucked her roughly and relentlessly, oblivious to her gagging and drooling. She seemed to thrive on the harshness of my behavior and groaned deeply into my cock, making it quiver with the resonance of her faux-helpless moaning. It jerked and twitched as my fucking became ever more forceful.

I suddenly jerked her face away, not wanting to spill my holy seed prematurely and spun her around, forcing her face to the floor and spreading her luscious thighs apart with my knees. Rising up on my haunches, I brought my angry rod to the entrance of her dripping cunt and directed it straightaway deep into her enveloping folds. Sliding it out slowly, then ramming it home even more deeply, pushing her forward with the force of my thrust. 

I slapped her ass cheek sharply, evoking a yelp from the depths of her passion, then slapped again on the other cheek, alternating regularly but with a random rhythm, until she was crooning a lullaby of low, guttural moans. Wetting my thumb with my slobber, I slid it to the entrance of her rosebud, slipping it in slowly then pausing for her to adjust to the sensation. Then as she pressed back to receive more, I buried my rod to the hilt and slipped my thumb to its full extent into her opening ass petal, sliding it back and forth in tandem with my plunging cock. 

It was at this moment that I noticed her hand to her mouth with her thumb slightly insinuated between her teeth. I finally caught your eye and directed your gaze to the sight, knowing that it would arouse you and attract your more engaged interest. And so you responded to my signal with alacrity, bringing the Squire in your train like a well-behaved pet bear. I was relieved that you responded so quickly, since there had been a few instants as I was watching you fuck the Squire with such gusto that pangs of jealousy shot through my soul. But they dissolved quickly into feelings of joy at your being pleasured so completely and with such utter and passionate abandon.




View from the Belfry



As you paused above the Maid's head, your erotic curiosity got the better of you. Reaching down with your small hand, you cupped her chin and lifted it slowly up and around. Her hand fell from her mouth as you scowled in disappointment and her lips formed a big O in eager expectation of the sudden attention you were paying her. You pushed her back further, and I thread my fingers through her thick hair and pulled her back even more, practically straight up, as I eased my buttocks back on my heels. She readjusted herself, bringing the backs of her legs over my thighs, her feet flat on the mat, my cock still implanted deeply in her drenched snatch.

You slide up my legs and leaning into her, clasp your fingers firmly around her throat and bring her face down to yours, covering her mouth with your lips and thrusting your tongue deeply into her mouth. Your other hand pinches her tight nipple, forcing a sharp groan on and around your probing tongue. You continue to twist her nipple with your fingers as you let her tongue invade your mouth in erotic retaliation. Soon you move your hand away from her tit and let it slither over her flat tummy to her now exposed hard, throbbing clit. 

Brushing the tips of your fingers over her sensitive little nub, you break your kiss and skimming up a liquid gift with your fingers, bring them to her mouth and slide them inside. She feeds hungrily on her juices and you repeat the gesture gathering a more generous offering of her effusion. As she licks and slurps your fingers clean, you bring her hand back up to her mouth and offer to her hungry lips her very own thumb, now returned to its proper place.

Your initial conditioning now complete, you stand up and stretch your body, allowing Squire the opportunity to lick your ass cheeks and pulling them apart, to tickle your rosebud with his long pointy tongue. You cup your breasts and squeeze your nipples with your fingers as you wag your ass lazily across Squire's attentive face, letting him probe your anal orifice more deeply with his thrusting tongue. 

I take the opportunity to shift positions uncurling my legs and letting them stretch out straight in front of me, leaning against a nearby column while Maid Mary, facing away from me, continues to hump my deeply imbedded cumpole, egged on by the naughty attention Squire is showering on your asshole. 

After swatting Squire away, you turn again to Mary and me. Standing over my knees, you reach down and lift the Maid under her armpits off my throbbing bishopmeat. You nudge her lightly with your fingertips on her belly and push her back a bit, sliding yourself down on my twitching member, which was immediately overjoyed by the familiarity of its favorite companion. Leaving Mary momentarily abandoned and standing before you, you fling your head back and smile up at her with a devilish grin as you impale yourself up to the hilt of my Episcopal crosier. 

Rubbing your clit lewdly against the base of my shaft, you settle yourself astride your raging steed and hump vigorously for a few moments before suddenly stopping all motion. You slowly reach up and slide your first finger into the Maid's lonely pussy, and pull her to you, your mouth aligned perfectly with the middle of her slit. I drink in the glorious tableaux, alternating my gaze from your rude intrusion into Mary's sopping cunt to the Maid's luxuriant backside, her ass cheeks quivering with anticipation of what you might do next. 

Leaning forward you reach both hands around her ass and open her cheeks, exposing her shimmering rosebud to my gaze, inviting me to lean forward and plant my tongue at the entryway to her anal orifice. You clench my cock with your pussy muscles to be sure you have attracted my attention. 

Once satisfied that I had found my place, you extend your tongue and slide it wetly over the entire length of Mary's pussy petals, separating them with the firm thrust of your tongue and finally plunging deeply into her quivering maidenhood. She shakes with ecstasy as you tongue-fuck her dripping cunt, moving your thumb to her clit and caressing it with insistent flicks. Now replacing your tongue with two fingers, you fuck her pussy tunnel more deeply and more rapidly, and bring your hot wet tongue to her turgid nub of ultimate nirvana. 

All the while, you clench my rod tightly, then release it, then clench and release, exercising your muscles in such a way that stimulates your g-spot. Just as I begin to feel the first gush of your squirting juices, the bumbling Squire is on his knees behind you. He shuffles forward and bends his pulsating shaft downward, insinuating it between your slippery ass cheeks. You swoon and groan deeply as he slides his massive column forward and upward, his bulb nudging suggestively at your exposed rosebud, then sliding back and thrusting forward again. He presses his muscular chest against your back, reaching around to pinch your nipples with his big fingers. Your squirting increases, sending torrents of liquid over my embedded sheath and driving you ever more insistently to fuck Mary's hungry cunt.

The Maid alternately thrusts back her bottom against my face to receive my tongue more deeply in her taboo hole, then thrusts forward to enjoy your finger-fucking digits and clit-thrashing tongue. She is shivering with pleasure, beginning to fling her head to and fro, grasping your thick hair with her small, strong fingers and pulling your face more fully into her love box. I replace my tongue with a single digit and start fucking her ass more deeply and forcefully, sending shudders through her comely torso and shapely legs.

As if we were conjoined Siamese twins, we both simultaneously deliver jolts to her system that send her teetering over the cliff of the petit mort. You suck her clit deeply into your mouth, swirling your tongue feverishly over every millimeter of its surface, while I deliver a stinging slap to her posterior, first to one cheek then to the other. A bestial growl rumbles from deep within her being as she gives herself over to the demon of ultimate bliss. As she begins to shake in wave after spasmodic wave of ecstatic orgiastic pleasure, she bellows to the heavens for us to fuck her to death, which we most obligingly do.

After being suspended for an eternal instant at the apex of her hedonistic throes, she collapsed in a semi-conscious heap directly before you, landing with a bouncing splat on my tummy. You wrapped your arms around her, squishing your tits against hers as you now began to move up and down on my shaft, still squirting more than ever as Squire's massive pole, poked away at the entrance to your opening rosebud. Kissing her passionately on the neck and ears and shoulders, you took her face in both your hands and kissed her deeply on the mouth, reviving her with a start that sent her quivering and quaking again, secure now in the safety of your loving arms, and receiving gratefully the renewing kisses of your sisterly mouth.

As she became more fully conscious she leaned you back, pushing you with both hands as you slid off my cock and into the waiting hands of Squire behind you. Having grabbed a big handful of straw, the youth lay your head in a luxuriant pillow of hay that allowed you to maintain your gaze into the Maid's grateful eyes. She crawled up on you and kissed your breasts, sucking on your nipples as she had sucked on mine, swirling her taut tongue in tight circles around your hardening points as she increased the pressure of her inhalation. You were soon undulating with pleasure, lifting your hips to join your smooth pubic mound to hers, placing your hands over her ass cheeks as you both humped one another in ecstatic embrace.

Letting go of your tits, she trailed her lips and tongue over your tummy and down to your bejeweled pussy folds, glistening with the various unguents you had received earlier. Lifting your ass cheeks with her palms, she licked fervently down the length of your pussy lips, burying her tongue momentarily in the depths of your womanhood. Then retracing her trail back up to your highly sensitized clitoris, she flittered her tongue playfully over and around it, never making direct contact so as to tantalize you with her teasing loving kindness. 

Guys being guys, whatever their station, Squire and I saw our opportunity and seized it. Seeing Mary's ass wagging in the air as she licked your delicate petals, I crept forward and, again, rising up on my haunches, I poured a bounteous portion of my holy oil down between her cheeks, and spreading her globes apart with my big hands, I guided my Episcopal missile to the gateway of her anal splendor. Not wishing to interrupt the pleasures she was lavishing on you, I gently poked just the bulb of my cock into her now blossoming bud and let it pulsate there until she had become accustomed to the intrusion.

Young Squire meanwhile lifted his tight cute ass over your forehead so that his donkey schlong presented itself to your lips now parted with increasingly urgent moans and sighs of blissful pleasure. Your eyes flew open as the bulb rested on your drooling lips, and as if by instinct, you sucked it into your sisterly mouth, giving it the attention you normally reserve for your thumb. Reaching way back with your hands, you grasped Squire's firm ass with both hands and pulled him more fully into your hungry mouth, sucking with such ferocity that once again, deep dimples caved your cheeks as you received him with impassioned enthusiasm. 

The Maid, seeing this with widening eyes and feeling my bulb invade her silken anal aperture, notched up the ardor with which she licked your clit, now moving her fingers into your gulping, insatiable cunt. She slid them in and out, rightside up, upside down, giving your g-spot a rough massage as she sucked your clit into her maidenly mouth and twirled her tongue around it smoothly and rapidly. Since the effusion of your juices had poured over and into your blossoming rosebud, she slid a tentative little finger down to its entrance and pressed insistently against it. Her nails kept trim from her maid's work, she was able to slip it in to her first knuckle as you moaned approvingly and gratefully. 

Withdrawing the head of my miter from Maid's widening bum, I poured yet more oil directly into her gaping hole and onto my twitching member. I slid my shaft more forcefully past the first, second and third rings of her anal canal, burying my holy staff up to the hilt of her expanding asshole. Hoping thereby to rachet up the passion she showered on you, Maid Mary squirmed lasciviously, pushing her cheeks back to meet me and inviting an even deeper invasion of her taboo cavity. 

She lifted your hips higher still, thrashing her tongue over and above and around and upon your quaking clit, fucking you now with three of her delicate long fingers, probing ever more deeply and fucking you ever more rapidly so that your squirting became rampant and incessant. She slid her little finger now up to its hilt as she fucked your slippery asshole with increasing fervor.

You groaned deeply and loudly as Squire pushed his beastly member deeper into your mouth, shivering from the reverberation of your moans as they coursed through his overly sensitized shaft. Resisting the impulse to gag, you received his meat into your throat, tears welling in the corners of your eyes and viscous drool pouring from your plundered lips. Back and forth he rammed his beast deeper and deeper down your throat as you struggled to breathe through your flaring nostrils, gasping for breath as you could. You shifted your hands to his stalk, grabbing it as one would a baseball bat and tried successfully to monitor the depth and rapidity of his assault on your pussymouth. 

I now began to slam my scepter with uninhibited lust deep within Maid's anus as she pounded her cheeks back to meet me, slapping against my balls with a rude splushing sound. I had heard of an anal orgasm, but this was the first that I witnessed. Her ass mouth clenched around my rod and she shook as if struck by an earthquake, anal juices flowing out around my dumbstruck rod and dripping profusely onto the pad beneath us. She screamed into your pussy, lapping like a witch possessed, devouring your clit with a suction so powerful I could hear it over her squeals. 

This undid me utterly, and with jet speed, my steaming pent-up cum raced through my cock and with a thundering explosion burst into the bay of her bowels. Buried beyond the hilt of my lordly staff, I propelled her forward as she plunged one last time to the depth of your flaming cunt, sucking your entire pubis into her heated mouth, ravaging your clit, now beginning to pound with the mother of all orgasms you have ever experienced. It hit you like a ton of gold bars. You howled in demonic exhilaration as you thrust your hips with complete abandon against Maid's enveloping mouth.

Shock waves from your scream shot through Squire's engorged column, unloosing the dam that held back his infinite reserve of hot, young cream, sending it coursing through the long extent of his quivering log and spraying in a concerted stream directly down your throat and into your growling stomach, now filling to capacity with his unending torrent of milky cum. Inadvertantly spilling out of your mouth, his cock shot stream after stream onto Maid's face and into her hair, splattering even so far as my chest. He hollered with youthful release, making the timbers quake with the force of his cry.

I withdrew at the same moment and returned the favor, streaming string after string of my holy essence over Maid's head and onto your tummy and tits, splashing loudly off Squire's abdomen and dripping down into your face. You opened your lips hungrily lapping as much of my holy nectar as you could into your insatiable gullet, swallowing down still more of my blessed cum to fill your stomach now to capacity.

Squire fell backwards, collapsing on the floor behind him, his prodigious pole still poking heavenward dripping with obscene streams of his youthful baby juice, pouring down his ass cheeks and pooling in a puddle beneath his heavy balls.

I fell over Maid, pushing her roughly up your torso so that her head nestled in the space between your jaw and shoulder. You reached around her, receiving her joyously, both your breasts heaving deeply with prolonged spasms of requited passion. Entwining your fingers in her hair, you soothed her with low moans of sisterly devotion as she slid her hand up to her mouth and sucked her thumb reassuringly deep into its recesses. Hearing her sucking, you lifted your own hand to your mouth and sucked your thumb fully into your orifice, slurping with contentment in rhythm with your young sister.

We lay in a stupor for what seemed like hours. I finally stirred and lifted Maid off your drenched body, aglow with the afterheat of consummated ecstasy. Squire was snoring loudly as we covered ourselves as best we could, leaving him to clean up the mess and explain the broken rope and banging gongs to Master Igor.

We slipped down the long stairway and disappeared into the early evening fog, bound for my chambers where Sister Pussywillow had been instructed to draw a large hot bath for her beloved Mistress and her Master and their new friend. We all longed to be up to our chins in sudsy delight soon. You hummed a lilting Scottish air and Maid skipped along like a youngster on her way home from school. I breathed in deeply the cool evening air, smiling broadly, then remembering in instant fear the morrow's agenda. His Holiness would be arriving, to the terror of all, and I must receive him with a graciousness unprecedented in the monastery's long history. I allowed myself one more cheering evening in the company of my winsome sisters and swept along with you to our warm, wet resuscitation.

+Brutus